Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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M ItIBIS?EiliiiiWit!WhitI I I -f ll Result? Class Book opened. Teacher wrote big round nought. Now wasn't that teacher a regular Nero To give this fair maiden a round horrid zero? This may be a dream, perhaps it is true, I'm wondering, Did this ever happen to you? - Helen Shimanxki, '24, UNIVERSAL AFI-'I.rcT1oN I. At quarter after one upon a bright and bracing day, I came to school with books in hand and put my coat away. I climbed the creaking stairway to the crowded lower hall, And placed myself in solid comfort up against the wall. II. Then Arthur Olsen came along, he's such a charming ladl I asked him what new trouble made his countenance so sad. He'd have to shorten up his face, that much I plainly saw, Or he would have an accident and stumble on his jaw. III. His face was like a meter stick, you ought to have heard him rave, 'Twould take us almost half a day to give that lad a shave. We got a quart of vinegar, he drank lit by the cup, We racked our brains without avail, he would not sweeten up. IV. His eyes flashed fire, his anger reached a dread alarming height, With doubled fist and gnashing teeth he spoiled for a fight. He ate a crate of lemons, with the sourest ones on top. The noise he made would put to shame a busy boiler-shop. V. With gasping breath and livid face he said an awful thing, A single word discernible, that rose on ragged wing. Iust that one word with frothy mouth, we understood him fully, And sympathized with him, because the awful word was WOOLLEY. - Harold C. Newman, '22, BLISTERS In speaking of blisters, one must pro- ceed very carefully, because everyone knows that a blister is a very tender subject to touch upon. Everyone, from the most dapper Dan to the lumberjack, has the greatest regard for this delicate subject and treats it with the utmost compassion. It is an object to be treated in that manner! The blister is an ex- ceedingly democratic aftliction and takes no heed of caste or station. Solomon in all his glory might have been stricken by one of these. Who can say but that Achilles suffered from a blister on his vulnerable heel. We all know that is the blister's most beloved location. However, we cannot blame the blister for its devilish characteristics. It is simply natural for the blister to spring forth in the most important spot at precisely the wrong time. This is one of the blister's most famous characteristics. Blisters assail men in all walks of life. It is and always has been the burning question and many great men can say it has made them smart. Multitudes have spoken very eloquently and with the most vivid diction upon this sensitive subject. However, because it is a subject that not even a great literary genius dare touch upon, I will desist from going farther into the discussion. Even the great peer of English literature referred to it in a most evasive manner when he said, Aye, there's the rubli' - Kenneth C. Kehl, '22,