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

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THE ACADEMY Nineteen dian or something of the sort. (Pause.) Dr. P. : Can ' t you think of any more ? Gons. : Post oflfice. Dr. P.: Don ' t try to be funny! Gons. : I wasn ' t. Dr. P. : Keep quiet ! Class, translate the sentence at the bottom of the page. — JVake up! Class! TRANSLATE! Frank.: The Helvetians et the Se- quanians — . Baer. : Ate who ? Dr. P.: KEEP QUIET! What ' s the case of Caesar? Gons. : Dative ? Dr. P. : No. Blied. : Genitive? Dr. P. : No. Frank. : Plural ? Dr. P.: No! Baer. : Accusative? Dr. P.: NO! Blied.: Ablative? Dr. P.: NO! Gons. : Oh, nominative. Dr. P. : Now the gender. Blied., Baer., Frank., together: Neu- ter ' Feminine? Masculine? Dr. P. : It ' s masculine. Decline t ' wo in Latin. Gons.: Dous-doa-doum. Dr. P. : Sit down. Frankfurth, de- cline -anus. Frank. : U niis-xina-imum — etc. — uni- unae-una. Dr. P. : NO ! What does filiiis mean ? Well, what is son in Latin ? Baer. : Filius-fiiia-filium. Dr. P.: NO! Translate bonae leges Cae saris. Blied. : The bony legs of Ceasar. Dr. P.: Do any of you know any- thing? Frankfurth, if you ' re ready now vou may recite hic-haec-hoc for me. Frank. : Hic-haec-etc. Dr. P.: DIDN ' T I TELL YOU NOT TO PUT AN S ON THE NEU- TER ACCUSATIVE? (A bell rings and students exit hur- riedly, followed by Dr. Pratt, shaking his head with an air of disgust. CURTAIN. — U ' m. Halstead. Caught in the Fog on Lake Superior. We left Gargantua, a little Canadian town on the north shore of Lake Supe- rior, early one September morning. There was a high sea rolling, but the lit- tle staunch steamer Manitoa weathered it bravely. The barometer was falling and the captain said we were in for a real equinoctial storm. We certainly were. This storm acted very much like a hur- ricane. It blew very hard for about a half hour and then stopped; after this period of thirty minutes it was absolutely windstill ; there wasn ' t a breath of air stirring. But during that half hour the wind blew so hard that the entire lake was a seething mass of foam. It was now about seven o ' clock in the evening. We ate supper and an hour afterward went to bed. At five o ' clock that morning I was awakened by the cry of Everybody on Deck. I dressed in a hurry and when I got on deck discovered a very heavy fog. One of the deckhands told me we were totally lost. How very nice. Suddenly like a thunderbolt out of a blue sky we heard a voice come out of the fog. Reverse, you ' re running right on the rocks ! Then we saw the rocks loom up in the fog like phantoms veiled in white. The entire boat shook as we reversed. In a few minutes the fog lifted, not entirely, but enough for us to see shore. We were but a quarter of a mile from the rocks and the rocks were the same distance from shore. Who was it who called so mysterious- ly out of the fog? Who was it who saved the Manitoa and probably every- body aboard from destruction. We don ' t know and we never will. — Joseph Uihlein.

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THE ACADEMY Twenty-one Room 4. They stand around, and chat and titter, Whisper secrets, grin and bkish ; Little knots of High School Fellows, Gathered ' bout the latest Crush. You can find them there at noon-time, Telling tales of HER and HBI, Making eyes and looking knowing, As perhaps some break creeps in. Even staid and world-wise Seniors Mingle with this love-sick throng, Telling how, it ' s queer, but really. Inside something ' s gone quite wrong. In the Northeast corner standing, Very happy and sublime, You ' ll see Marc Antony and Cleo, Making use of precious time. Near the doorway stands Wild Robert, Loudly whooping ; all agrin, As he holds up high in triumph. Captured: Some young damsel ' s pin. Knowing all the fun we ' re having, Acting foolish in Room Four: Knowing all these facts I ' ve told you. Miss Mueller, please don ' t lock the door ! ! ! — E. Schuster. Jes ' Baskin ' . Have you and Bill, or Roy, or John, Ever rebelled at all that ' s forced upon you ; All this work in school, and dirty looks from intellectual faces of the profs ? Have you ever swiped Dad ' s motor car And filled the tank with gas. Put down the top, and driven way out somewhere in the country. Far from the madding crowd. Far from books and bells and daily round of school (hated word) ? Have you come to some attractive spot near a splashing stream. Or on the sands of old Lake ] Iichigan herself. And stopped? Not a place ' neath trees, But out in the open where you could curl up on the hot cushions And just lie there drinking in the sun- light. And did you lie there blinking, not wor- ried, talking little, But telling the whole darn Board of Edu- cators just to go to — Well — I have done it, and I love it, jes ' baskin ' in the sun. W. H. S.