Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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THE TIOEE ;i ( ' li;iMcc I coiiMii ' t resist Iryiiitr to j lay a joke on you. I had tho ' t the iiiuniiiiy which ;is hcin - shipjx ' d in a coffin, but knew it was a mistake on re- ceipt (if . ()iii ' tclcyiaiii. I tclcphonccl the police of the messa ge and cautioned them to watch lor voii. I really didn ' t intend to let it {ro this far, he peni- tently exclaiiiKMJ, nor did I exjjcct your uncle to become entan{;led in the mess. At this ])()int Moll ' s uncle jilared so fiercely at younjf Stuart that he stoj)j)e(l his explanations for a minute from sheer surprise. After many more apologies and exi)lanations, Molly finally completely relented, and smilin» at him said, Well, Bob, I jruess I ' ll have to forgive you though I do think it was a mighty mean trick, I ' ll not let you off so easily next time. Then the two of them managed to placate the outraged dignity and pride of her uncle. After explaining to the judge. Bob, Folly, and her uncle left the police station leaving behind them the .judge, slyly chuckling over a bill Bob had given him, and two very disgusted, disappointed detectives. ELLEN W. WYMOXD. (Silt MxBBm HJnrb HE glowing embers in the grate imbued the walls of the room with tints of red and yellow while dark, mystic shadows danced to the sonoi-ous ticking of the cuckoo clock in the hall. The burnt wood cracked and snapped as it settled down amid the bed of hot coals. Smoke from the dying fii-e di ' ifted up the chimney, begrimmed with soot of year ' s accunuilation. The glowing redness against the dark background was indeed an autunnial sunset. I was wrapt in profound reveries when I heard, to my aroused curiosity, a dwarfish voice in the most high and squeaking tones. I looked around. Save for the ticking of the clock, the I ' oom was ni peii ' ect silence. Outside it was dark while num- berless snowfiakes hurried past the windows in silence. Well, of all the nerve, exclaimed the same squeaking voice. Startled, I jumped up fiuun my nu)iris chair. That was the second time I had heard that voice. Surely my inuigination was getting the best of me. This time I made a careful survey of the room, glanced hesitatingly under the davenpoi-t, investigated the space under the library table, but foiuul no answer as to the cause of this mysterious oice. Thinking that my imagination was the cause of the strange voice, I returned to the morris chair which was so in- viting and allui ' ing, and refilling my old fashioned pipe with some tobacco I hatl been keeping in an old bowl for nuiny yeai ' s, I i-esumed my rest. Yes, 1 was talking about YOT. 1 have had about en» ugh of your treat- ment. Speak! the voice shrieketl saucily. A-a-I don ' t— Yes, speak! , demanded the voice in nuu ' e angry tones. Well-a-who are you aiiyway? You know well enough. It was only this afternoon that you said you ' et ' some pie fo r dinner. Haven ' t you any nun-e sense of gi-auunar than that? I am tired of having you bang me around, and 1 want it stopped immediately. Understand! 1 © 1 T Jug- not lest you be jwggedi [130 more

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THE 11QE In a great hotel in the city a pompous, dignified man came into the dining room. Sitting down he began to berate the waiter because his breakfast had not suited him the morning before, then, when he could think of nothing more, testily ordered his breakfast. His food arriving, Mr. Stuart began to read his morning paper the while wondering why Molly had not come, Avhen suddenly he found her name among the missing in the wreck. Scarcely believing what he saw the meamvhile inwardly raging that such a thing could happen on the road of which he was president, Stuart left the table planning to start an in- vestigation of the wreck. Molly, arriving at the station wondered why her uncle, who always prided himself on being punctual, was not there to meet her but in the crowd she caught a fleeting glance of one of her friends so hurried to catch up with her. Going to the baggage room Molly gave the coffin check to the baggage man and hurriedly telling of the mistake in checks asked him to straighten the mat- ter out giving her uncle ' s name and his hotel as her address. Then the two girls left the station to gether chattering like magpies of their school experi- ences. In the great hotel Molly ' s uncle was pacing about the room thinking of Molly when a knock sounded on his door and in stepped two men bearing a coffin which they quietly set down and then as quietly left. But the man con- tinued his ceaseless round of the room feared to open the coffin thinking in it the remains of Molly. About an hour passed in this way when a loud knock sounded on the door and in stepped a tall, powerful looking man. Mr. Stuart, resenting the intrusion growled, Well what do you want noAv? The man then declared him under arrest and ordered him to the po- lice court. Mr. Stuart, after a series of verbal explosions went with the man. Arriving at the station, Stuart thought his name enough to convince the judge he was not guilty so recovered his poise. Sir, he questioned, do you know whom your man has arrested ? To be sure I do, was the calm rejoinder. Well, what are you going to do about it? he stormed. I ' ll tell ye when I ' ve heard your story. I am no more guilty of the theft of that old mummy, retorted Stuart, than — and just then in came Molly accompanied by another detective. Stuart stared at Molly and Molly stared at him, but when the judge told Stuart to continue he refused to do so and Molly was summoned. Just as Molly approached the judge a young man wearing a Van Dyke beard stepped toward her and bowing held out a card saying, Allow me to serve as your attorney. Molly at first angrily stared at him then haughtily turned her back on him not even deigning to touch or look at the card he held. Then a most mirac- ulous transformation took place; off came the beard and holding out a tele- gram in his natural voice the man begged Molly to let him explain. She turned, gave him an icy look, turned away again and in fi ' igid tones retorted, Well, what is there you can possibly say for yourself in disguise at a police station? Molly, I received the telegram you sent your uncle. I knew at the time it was a mistake for your uncle and I have the same name but I tho ' t it such 131 more] Tests never come singfly

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I ain ' t never said that, I replied falteringly, with a guilty conscience. Oh, yes, but you did, cried another voice quickly, and yesterday you said that you liked ' them ' things ' pretty ' well. I want you to understand that I am not going to be mistreated any more. I ain ' t never said no such thing, I muttered, shivering Avith superstitious fear. And I want to tell you, continued the same voice in an excited pitch, ' ' that you cannot put two negatives in the same sentence. The way you abuse us is disgraceful. Your grammar is worse than a five-year-old. That ain ' t — , I started to say, but caught myself in the act of using an- other barbarism which had been firmly planted in my mind. I commenced to wonder why they did not accuse me of this crime. Thinking over what they had said, I could not but admit that I Avas very careless in grammar. Poor ain ' t, they exclaimed Avith numerous sobs. Ain ' t? , I repeated curiouslj ' . Yes, ain ' t. You have killed him that ' s all. You murderer ! Upon shrieking this alarming exclamation in my ears they fell upon me with such fury and rage that I dropped on my knees and besought peace. Will you ever use ' ain ' t ' again? , they cried furiously. Never, never, I promised earnestly, more than willing to rid myself of these demons of torment. All at once I found myself sprawled out on the floor, hair ruffled, one slip- per off, and much bewildered. Picking myself up I ejaculated, Well if that ain ' t the— iCutli r Surfaank IC rtur OW white berries were grown on blackberry bushes and the bushes made thornless Avas explained in a steroptican lecture, delivered by Dr. EdAvard Eccleston at the Presbyterian church, Thursday evening, September 28. The lecture, Luther Burbank, the Man and His Method, was given under the auspices of the WarsaAV High School. Dr. Eccleston Avho is the national lecturer of the Luther Burbank Society, Avas introduced to the audience of several hundred people by Mayor Richardson of this city. The speaker used, in connection Avith his lecture, 180 slides. Bunny Ford and Carl Crites operated the machine. How one man created fruits of better quality, transformed Aveeds into beau- tiful floAvers, reads like a fairy tale, but all A ery credible to us, accustomed as Ave are to marvelous iuA ' entions and discoveries of the present age, Burbank, when but a lad of sixteen sold a ncAv potato that he had discovered, for $150, and set out for the Avestern coast. There in the sunny state of California, he made his home at San Rosa, near San Francisco. At this toAvn he first raised his potatoes AA hich sometimes weighed 31 2 pounds or more and were without pimples or blotches. Just this one discovery has proved of vast importance. On his estates, he has hundreds of thousands of plants in cultivation. In creating a snoAV-Avhite black berry. Dr. Eccleston explained, 65,000 separate bushes Avere used, 3,200 plum and prune trees Avere used in another 129 more] SpriniT poets will happen in the best of families