University School of Milwaukee - Trident Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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THE ACADEMY Thirteen Suppose Suppose my friends that Dr. Pratt should give no warning talks, Suppose instead we ' d be allAwed to go for morning walks. Suppose that we should hear when we reach Mrs. George ' s room, Oh, throw away your geometries, and feel no more this gloom. Suppose in morning classes, just fac- ulty performed. And all the rest were free to do just as they wished, unharmed. Suppose the trustees never came except to treat the class, With chocolates and sheepskins for every lad and lass. And now suppose our library should just be set apart. For couples there to sit, and talk of mat- ters of the heart. Don ' t you suppose that school would be one perfect round of bliss, And make you feel that you could give each teacher a — handshake. — Harold Schmidt-

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Fourteen THE ACADEMY An Experience in Camp. I ran as fast as I could from the office down to the cabin where I bunked. Nothing but stillness greeted me. My first intention was to go to bed, but the cabin was so still that after my night ' s experience, I was quite shaky. Of course, I didn ' t want to let the fellows know I was scared, so I made myself believe that the excitement of my night ' s adventure ought to be shared with my colleagues. Hey, fellows, are you awake? As I look back, now, the an- swers to this query came so fast that anybody could have seen that the fellows were only pretending to sleep. At the time, however, I was so excited and things had happened to me that night that made the too ready reply unnotice- able. Everybody was firing questions at me, so, that I must have started my story backwards, when I espied Charley Garry among the foremost questioners. Well, how in the name of thunder did vou get here? I thought the sheriff ' s deputy got you, I exclaimed. Charley grinned sheeplishly. You know when I beat it from the sheriff I trailed after you, and when he took you into the office I lay on the outside and listened. As soon as you escaped from the office with Razz, I ducked for thp cabin. When the sheriff and his men came to search the cabin, I got in Fred Miller ' s trunk and Fred locked it, and then swore up and down thai he had lost the keys to his trunk. At this point Razz, Colonel Hoare and Mike Knappe entered. Come on and let ' s go in Sam ' s room and there Rusty can tell us the story of his life and a few other jokes. Whereupon we all adjourned Id Sam ' s room. I was a little calmer now and not half so afraid, as there was plenty ,of light and lots of fellows around. I took a deep breath and began : You know when you fellows talked about snipe-hunting I always wanted somebody to take me. Well, tonight right after mess. Razz took Charlev and me up to the office and told us that we were going snipe-hunting. He said there was a little danger as it was against the law, but the sheriff wasn ' t very active, so that was all right. We were to have six fellows as beaters. We were to go to a swamp, the location of which Charley and I knew, and there find a fence. About this time the beaters were supposed to form a circle and with us as the hub, to close in around. The snipe would run along the fence and we were to stand at the end of the fence, one holding a lighted lantern, the other a bur- lap bag. The snipe would be scared and when they came near enough, which was the beaters job, they would be blinded by the light and would run past it into the bag. This may have seemed fishy, but I was a new fellow and coming from the city, I knew nothing of the great north woods. Well, everything went O. K. until we passed Todd ' s cottage, when suddenly a man confronted us. Charley and I were so scared that we didn ' t say anything, and the funny part of it was, that the man didn ' t so much as move a finger ; jUst stood there and stared at us until we were out of sight. It ' s that swamp right in back of the cottage after Todd ' s. You fellows often go down there to get moss to pack fish in. We floundered around in there for about 15 minutes. Every step you take, you sink in up to your hips. Believe me, I was getting hotter every minute, while my temper was rising with my bodily exertion. I began to think it was a put up job and i told Charley so. Charley said he thought we ought to go back, so he started walking west. I told him we would never reach the lake by walking west. He insisted he was right. I had been down in the swamp the day before, so I knew the lay of the land and that the lake was to the east of us. I started walking east and Charley followed. We came to the lake, found the old trail, and