Tipton High School - Tiptonian Yearbook (Tipton, IN)

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The Tipton High School — Motto — ' I am a part of all that I have met. i i Color. Flower, Prussian Blue. White Rose. — YeU — Hoop-la! Boom-la!! Phiza Boom ! Ya Hah ! ! Tipton High School WahHoo! Wa Hah!!

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THE TIPTONIAX Swan Swansons Wedding 0 | XE day as a peddler of wringers drove slowly down tlie dusty road lead- ing to a little Norwegian village in Minnesota, he saw numerons wag- ons and buggies traveling to and from the city, wher( the farners were in the habit of trading. As he entered the village, he noticed the pc(:i)le hurrying about excitedly, talking and laughing. Accosting tlu lirst n.an he inet, a great, brawny Norwegian, he asked : Will you please tell uie what all this excitement is about? It bane a great time tonight, said the man, wiping his perspiring forehead. Swan Swanson, he bane gone git married to Hulda Yohnson. Yaas, it bane great time. And who is Swan Swanson? inquired the peddler. lie ' s the squire an ' bane to marry the lilacksmith ' s daughter, who bane a great society leader. Thank you, said his intei ' r(tgatoi-. chuckling to himself as he passed on. He had not proceeded far when he suddenly stopped his chuckling, scratched his head slowly, then slajiped his knee, and laughing aloud, shook the reins briskly over his horse ' s back and ilrnve forward at a smartei ' pace He paused at the first house and alighting, went to the door and knocl;- ed. The door was opened by a smiling, red-faced, blond-haired dame of anqiic girth. Gud day, said she. Good morning. Jladam, said the salesman. I have a new p,;!ent wringer which I desire to show yon. 1 guarantee it to last as long as yon v,ai;t it to and to wring clothes so dry that they need not be hung up. Why, said the woman, why didn ' t a tank of that before. ' It would make a fine present to git for them. She then purchased a wringer, to the no smill satisfaction of the agent. ' I ' hat evening the home of the bride was extravagantly illuminated, old ; lr. Johnson declaring that for so great an occasion, it made no rutference if they did waste some coal oil. The old gentleman was handosmely attired in a long greon swallow- tailed coat, which had once been black, but had faded with age. It smelled strangely of moth balls and perfume. As he walked about with a pompous air, he slipped his large, toil-worii hand inside his collar, tugging at it and grimacing frightfully in an effort to keep from strangling to death. The huge parlors were lavishly decorated with paper chrysanthemums and roses of various hues. In one corner stood a piano, the pride of the fam- ily. In the center of the room stood a large table and on it a huge family Bible lay opened exactly in the middle. The bride was upstairs. She was being dressed by her mother in her