Remington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Remington, IN)

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The Mirror 39 l l l il l lvll il'id ,Fld , , l l i.dl',. print and there are some very good war dishes. I'm sure you need one. Annice very much taken hack, for she thought this young man had found her note, told black she would take a book. Thank, you, madam. l'll luring your copy to-morrow afternoon and l'm sure you will like it. The next afternoon -laek returned with the cook hook. He and .Xnniee had a pleasant chat. But .'Xnnice, who had found no interesting young' men in Pekin, was wondering' how she could get him to return. After he had left she found his name and address in the front of the hook. She thought the name seemed familiar, at least she had heard it a good many times, so she decided to ask her aunt about it. XYhy, sakes alive, child, don't you know? That is Jack Frederick, a rich young farmer who lives about ten miles from town. They say he is a woman-hater and he has cause to be. The way the girls run after him is awful. Annice saw how 'lack had got the hest of her so for fun she sent him an invitation to dine with her next day. .Xnnice cooked the dinner her- self, using the new cook book. XYhen -lack came up the steps Annice met him. Good morning, Mr. Frederick. I thought perhaps you would like to sample some of the new dishes that were in that wonderful cook hook. Mr. -lack said he would and after the dinner was over, and the dishes washed they went for a ride. After that ,lack Came to see Annice all summer and when it was almost time for .-Xnnice to go back to the city, he told her he would like to sample her cooking for the rest of his life. And Annice agreed to he the cook. -CLARICE MOSS, '22, A SONNET XYhen small-pox broke out in our town, The superintendent of school Thought, to keep from closing down, 'Twould be wise to make this rule, When we did feel a little sick, To the office we must go, Although our folks might make a kick, Us to the doc he'd show. If this wise doctor he did say XYC symptoms had of cold. Straight to our homes we must away. To pine until we're old. And so the small-pox, by these means, XYas kept away,-or so it seems. AALTA LUCAS, '20 lllllllif. l l l l l l l l

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40 The Mirror . . i , 1 i it lll Eim Ziaatnkins Mister 'limmie Hawkins 's come to our school house to stay, An' gather up th' paper, an' build th' fires each day, An' shoo th' Freshmen oft the steps, an' ring th' bells, an' sweep. An' dust th' desks, an' clean th' hoarrls, an' all th' shop tools keep. An' all th' little country kids, when their noon lunch is done, They set aroun' th' eighth-grade room an' has th' leastest fun: An' dassent go outside th' door, to throw the chalk an' shout: Fer 'lim Hawkins 'll git 'em, if they don't watch outl He comes over in th' mornin', before there's any day, An' gits th' school house nice an' warm, while we're still in th' hay. An' 'nen a little after eight he sounds th' lirst alarm, An' all us kids we hike fer school: it has a awful charm. An' 'nen he pulls th' rope aging that makes us march along, 'Cause in a haf a minnet, he'll ring th' tardy gong. An' them what comes in later, better watch what they're about, Fer Jim Hawkins 'll git 'em, if they don't watch outl 'Xen when he's fixed his tires agin, he helps th' shop boys work, A-Xu' ties their fingers when -they're cut, an' sees the kids don't shirk. An' if he's ever hungry, he knows jist where to go: Th' cookin' room is near his shop, an' th' class all likes him so, 'Cause he's th' one what ketches mice in traps he's set around, And maybe saves their life, you know, from some big mouse-bloodhound An' feeds him with their cookin', 'till he 'most has got th' gout: An' their pies 'll git Jim Hawkins. if he don't watch out! 1 V ll ll l l lli J'il'llll1'lll