Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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HI I IQ KD THE DAILY EXHAUST At this juncture the light suddenly blinked out. Doggone it alll All things, even the electric power plant, conspired against the production of the theme. I rose and cautiously picked my way to the kitchen, barking my shins on every piece of furniture in the house. My thoughts and smothered exclama- tions would hardly have passed the Fire Underwriters' Board. Arriving in the cuisine, I procured matches and tiptoed into the dining room from whence I took a candle-stick. I lighted the candle. I had ferociously resolved to produce said theme and then get to bed. When I reached my room, I opened the window, which caused the candle to flicker ominously. I commenced to write: When Harolde arose, confronting him stood the Duke, his pistolio leveled at our hero's brains for where they should have beenj. 'Hal Hal' he chortled venomously, 'you are in my clutches. You shall die.' At this he ground his teeth until the enamel was nearly worn off. Then the Duke began, slowly, to pull back the trigger. Back it went, millimeter by millimeter, when suddenly With a final wild tlare the candle went out, leaving the room in blackness. At this sudden catastrophe I started. Then a slight noise outside the window caused my tongue to verily stick to the roof of my mouth, so dry was it. Fascinated, I stared at the open window through which the moon shone. A man's head rose into sight, then came his shoulders. Burg- lars, thought I. Too scared to move, I watched him come in. Then, from my dark corner, I, with all my pep, jumped out on him. Over we went, then- Crashl Banglv I awoke to find myself headlong on the floor, the electric light on, and there on the table my Kipi theme just where it had been when I had fallen asleep. RALPH SOGARD, '21. QAPOLOGIES 'ro MILTOND Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Little case called vanity, File for nails and chamois skin, 0002 DE X , Gneuco j: ' .5 Q, , . ' I S-.1 v Q' Eg 2 wmv mo 5 5 I 5 DUPONT 5 S 5 2 ctose up E S P 9 ' 5 AT lvssg 5 Tuevsruu, I USE -v Powosrz. . I ,-f' ,. .5 tPowdered nose is not a sin.j Rouge of red and beauty spot, Changing you to what you're notg Modest looks and coy, assume, Penciled brows and strong perfume, Curling tongs for blondine hair, Female tricks so debonair: Blushes, twenty cents apiece Creamy ones, and deep cerise. These your natural charms enhance, Make you stunning at the dance. Come and trip it as you go, O'er your partner's pained toe, All these charms if you'll display, Maid, with you I'll gladly stay. CLINTON ETTINGER, '21 ODE Have you seen, O, Henry Reno Getting Kipi Ads? He makes his Comm. work, Nor do they dare shirk, Getting Kipi Ads. We thought at first, O, We'd not durst, O, Getting Kipi Ads, To try fly high Nine hundred bones? Myll Getting Kipi Ads. No more we sigh, 0, Twelve hundred's by, O, Getting Kipi Ads. We'll have the bex! book, CDon't believe me? Iust look.Q Thanks to Kipi Ads. OH HENRY'

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. t. . . THE DAILY EXHAUST I ,, NN I9 -M i g ILUTC' O: O22 L- Q 09- P TFUDESRE.. Ciba ikipikatni Theme Disgusted and discouraged, I stared at the blank sheets of paper before me. Yes, that fool Kipi theme had to be in tomorrow, and an idea for it would not come into my head. The house was per- fectly quiet feveryone else being out for the eveningj, so the idea was not scared away by noise. I sat and thought, pen in hand, ready to dash down any elusive inspiration, but none came. Ipulled out my Ingersoll. Suffering cats, it was 8:50,Ihadn't started, and besides I still had two other lessons to get. Oh, well, if I had to write some- thing I decided I'd write one of those Wild West affairs, which clogged my theme tiles when I was a Frosh and, also, when a Soph. Accordingly, I wrote across the top of the paper, IITHE HAZARDS OF HELEN Wretched name, I thought, and then I began. The night was dark and stormy upon the Arizona hills some five years ago. Q lVIore bunk thought I.j When the lightning shot across the sky, it revealed a man crawling slowly up the side of one of the hills. The man had a dark face and cruel eyes, and his name -C Ah, his name, what should that be? j was-the Duke Alfonso de Braggadocio. His destination was a small cabin perched on the hill. At last he reached it, burst open the door and strode in. Inside he saw C Now what on earth was it? Oh yes. j nothing but a small black box. 'Ahal' quoth the Duke, 'I have it, and now I shall have her tool' He picked up the box and left the cabin. The storm had somewhat abated, and by the time he had reached his horse at the bottom of the hill, the storm had stopped. He mounted his horse, and with the box under his arm, rode toward the south, where a light twinkled in the dis- tance. C Now where did he go? I asked my- self. Ah, I have it. To the ranch where Helen, the heroine, lived. j Helen Hottdoggue was walking in the moonlight which now flooded the landscape since the passing of the storm. Suddenly she heard hoof-beats coming up the road. The gate slammed. Some one was approaching through the park which surrounded the ranch-house. Sud- denly there confronted her the hateful countenance of the Duke. 'Sign,' he hissed, thrusting some papers and his Neversharp pencil into her hand. 'Nevahl' said Helen, spurning him with her glance. 'Coisesl you shall,' the Duke pulled out his nefarious hip Howitzer, 'or I'll blow out your brainsl' Helen trem- blingly took the pencil and began to write. 'Bang'a loud report split the night air. The pencil flew from our heroine's hand. Bounding across the greensward came Harolde Hottaire, the brave young cow- boy. 'Foiled', growled Alfonso. Seizing the fair Helen, whose shrieks rent the night and spurred on the young hero, the villain dashed for his horse, vaulted into the saddle, and with his fair victim galloped down the road. Harolde ran to the rear of the house where his faithful charger was parked, and seizing the reins, he shifted into high and immediately tore down the road in pursuit of the villain. He began to gain speedily on the Duke, and was about to command the villainous wretch to halt, when the latter turned about, fire-arm in hand. There was a blinding flash and a loud report. Our hero's horse keeled over dead, spill- ing the brave Harolde head over heels into the ditch.

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KI IQ THE DAILY ExHAUsgj K-5 Y Y fi AL. - The Biarp of a Ifaigb Snhunl Stuhent MARCH 25. Today I found a diary wat my ant gave me fer Christmus. I wuz gonna throw it away when Pa sez all grate men keep a diary, so I think I'll start one, cuz I wanna be grate too. MARCH 24. Me an a coupla other kids are organizin a mustash club in skule. Skinny perkins is the president, got a bawlin out in histry fer not knowing who Stephen Duglas was. How shud He know when He wuzn't born until 1902 B. P. tbefore prohibisonj? Them tea- churs are the limit. MARCH 25. Nuthin doing, cept Skinny aint president of our club enymore. We suspended him fer usin hare tonic wich is agenst the rules and regulations. Wish tomorrow wuz here. MARCH 26. To-day's Saterday. Slept all morning. MARCH 27. Easter. Went to church but didn't have any fun. MARCH 28. Almost had a scrap with a fresh guy in skule. He tole me I oughta go home and wash my lip. By superhumen effort I retained my presents of mind, so he is still able to be up an about. If he duzn't know a good mustash when he sees it, his ignerence is excusabal. MARCH 29. Oh boyl The girl next to me in the assembly smiled at me today. Gosh, my hart jest went, flop, and then it wuz up in my throte. She sez her name is Margie. She ain't so bad lookin neether. MARCH 50. Me an Margie's gettin acquainted swell. I gotta note from her this morning to come over tomorrow nite. Didn't have fifty lines of Inglish learnt fer today, so I got ten extra fer tomorrow. Somebudy's always taking the joy outta life. MARCH 51. Wuz over to Margie's house this evening. The hole family sat around and looked at me. I didn't feel comfterbal. Left kinda erly. APRIL I. April Fool's Day wuz dull. There wudn't of been eny excitement only someone put a dead cat in the ven- talator system in skule. It wuz awful. Our physics teechur wuz tellin us about the moon, an stars, etc. I'm gonna ask ma if I can be an astronomer. APRIL 2. Nothin doing. Ma wont let me take astronomy. She sez I'll hafta think up a better excuse than that for stayin out late nights. APRIL 5. Sunday. The minister wuz talkin about taking up a collection for clothing the heathen. Pa, who wuz real generous, put in two pants buttons in- sted of one. I think I'll go over to see Margie tonite. APRIL 4. I aint got my mustash eny more. I wuz over to Margie's house last nite, andfwell, enyway she sez iI. tickles, so I swiped Pa's razor and shaved it off. My face seems cut up about something this morning. APRIL 5. This is certainly a cruel world. lVIargie aint true to me no more. I saw her walkin home with that little runt of a Shorty Brown. Aint wimmen fickle? APRIL 6. Came to skule late today. Got sent to the principle. He ast me real sarcastic-like if I wuz the only kid in the family. When I ansered yes he sed kinda joking, Your parents musta been fond of children to raise you. Everything seems blue. APRIL 7. Dandy day today. Iest as bright as summer. Margie rote to me. She sez she only walked home with Shorty cuz she cudn't help herself. All