University High School - Flickertail Yearbook (Grand Forks, ND)

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TRUANTS Pat-'en, Al-'en, Bonlie went out walking under the Tree near the Green- berg in Stead of going to class. They went past the gate where they saw QOJ Urdahl smoking Campbell cigarette Butts and blowing smoke Ringisl . I can't Stenmo, said Mr. Kazda as he saw them walking toward the Wold, so he sent some Kinder after them to tell them to come back, but they went down the Coufljee Valleflly and escaped in a Black Strutz automobile. As they drove along the Roosevelt highway, they saw some Lyons chasing a Lambe. Soon they came to a Bush in a Grovan feeling hungry, ate some lunch. After their stomachs were Fuller than Keck they started out in Earnest. Johnson came along just then chasing a Hart and a Jack rabbit, but as they were too Wild, he sat down and began to Moen. The roads now were very rough, and after traveling for several Miles over Humps and Stones, they ran into a Walland broke their car. They then took a Gamble across the Field where they found a Schmidt who fixed their car. Being then too late to go to classes, they decided to drive to Towne, and being very Sand flj ie, went to a Miller to get some Ryan Wheat. They then went to the show at the Strand where they saw many great Americans in the pictures, as Harding, Milton, Arnold, and Wallace. The next morning when they came to school, they were called into the oiiice, Forseth Mr. Kazda if this is not to become a Fad-den you must get the Dickins-'n by Gallagher I will send for the thirty-nine Ensch LaMeter from Miss Colvin's room, and give you a good Whaling and then you can go to class, Heller somewhere else. ANY ONE WILL D0 A maiden once of certain age, To catch a husband did engage 3 But, having passed the prime of life In striving to become a wife Without success, she thought it time To mend the follies of her prime. Departing from the usual course Of paint and powder for resource, With all her might this ancient maid Beneath an oak tree knelt and prayedg Unconscious that a grave old owl Was perched above-The naughty fowl. Oh, give! a husband give! she cried, While yet I may become a bride, Soon will my day of grace be o'erg And then, like many maids before, I'll die without an early love, And none to meet me there above! Oh, 'tis a fate too hard to bear! Then answer this my humble prayer, And oh, a husband give to me! Just then the owl from in the tree In deep bass tones cried, who-who-who ? Who Lord? And dost Thou ask me who? Why, any one good Lord, will do.

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OLD TIN SIDES Ay, tear her tattered gears apart, Long have they run on high, And many a man has tried to crank, That flivver with a sigh. Beneath it rattled nuts and bolts, And burst the cutout's roar, The owner of this car shall open, Her gas-tank's cap no more. Her hood oft opened up to let, The owner fix a part, If the engine gave a threatening knock, Or the thing refused to start. No more shall hear a sinful oath, Or feel a vengeful kick, I guess that only Henry Ford, Knows a ilivver's every trick. O, better that this old tin can, Should eifervesce in smokey Her rattled scared all passers by, S0 let the blamed thing croak. . Fill her gas tank full of T. N. T. Put cup-grease in her tires, And gives her to the God of Flamesg And everlasting fires. -OTTO HORN MILTON'S BIOGRAPHY Once as a timid Freshman I studied all the time, I had my lessons up to date, To flunk then was a crime. Then as a haughty Sohpomore, I blossomed forth and gazed, Down on the little Freshmen In pity unamazed. Then I became a Junior And studied less and less, If teachers asked me to recite, And I didn't know, I'd guess. But now I'm a mighty Senior Midget editor of our school, I merely nod to Juniors, In a manner strangely cool.

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THE FLICKERTAIL STAFF You can talk about your Flickertails, Your write-ups and your jokes, Sure it's fun to read them over, To see all about the folks, But did you ever stop to think How many weary hours, And days, and weeks, and months of work This Flickertail devours? So when you read this Flickertail And chuckle at the fun, And think how fine the pictures look And what your class has doneg Just stop a minute then and think, Of all the weary Staff Who worked their heads off, yes, and then Gosh durn you-don't groan, but laugh! PREPARING THE FLICKERTAIL Ideas we solicit, Information elicit, So ready, explicit- All aid us so much. Incidents amorous, Gilded and glamorous Told in lives clamorous May get us in Dutch. Snapshots ridiculous History meticulous, Prophecy periculous- These we employg Jokes so audacious, Athletics pugnacious, Society vivacious Loquacious and coy. Pomes we are weaving, O'er jerky lines grieving Creations achieving Second to none. For ideas we're striving, They're slow in arriving, Such pleasure deriving, Oh, ain't we got fun!