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Linden Lake High School
Linden Lake, Houghton County, Michigan
"The Blue and Gold"
1917 Yearbook

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The Blue and Gold - 1917 yearbook cover for Linden Lake High School
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"When Bill Edwards Changed His Mind" The following story was written by Amelia Glessner, a member of the class of '14 Bill Edwards rarely grew reminiscent, but tonight he was, in the ti ue sense of the word. He remonstrated strongly against the fate that made him a sour, lonely bachelor, instead of leaving him the jolly chap who used to sit around in his lounging robe and sip brandy and soda with his dear and, usually, similarly attired friend. These were happy days indeed, when he and "Spike" Smith, his chum, used to room together. Their den had been furnished more comfortably than that of any other member of their circle of friends, and it bore the reputation of being the jolliest "joint," making it a contnual rendezvous for the "gang." "Spike" and Edwards had dearly loved company and their rooms had been the scene of many "smokers" and "spreads." But now everything had changed. "Spike." the bashful, who changed color and looked ready to fly whenever he heard the rustle of skirts, had fallen victim to a pair of bewitchino- blue eyes and had quit the Bachelor Apartments and gone to live in a cottage in the suburbs. There had been the final celebration, the ceremony in which Edwards had particpated in the role of "best man," the usual congratulations, showers of rice and old shoes, and then "Spike" was gone. leaving dark gloom in his wake. Bill had thought of asking some other friend to share his solitude, but he could not think of a stranger trying to fill the void and so he remained alone. "The eternal feminine," be growled, as he sank deeper into the roomy Morris chair. "If it hadn't been for Alice, 'Spike' and I would be at peace with the world and enjoying a quiet game of poker." "Hang it anyway." he flung out as he arose and crossed to the mantle. His valet always deposited the mail there, and now he found several envelopes and took them hack to his chair. The first was a business letter, the second an invitation. He had no use for it now. seeing that "Spike" was not there to urge him to accept, he thought. as lie pushed it aside. The third turned out to he from the object of his thoughts and he gave a joyous exclamation as he recognized the old familiar scrawl. He hastly tore it open and read: "This life is great. Alice and I are as happy as two bees and lust about as busy. The garden is planted and the chickens are doing nicely. Run down and see how it seems to own a little home of your own." "Spike." "Home of your own, indeed," said Edwards contemptuously, as he flung the note aside. "Bachelor Apartments are good enough for little Willie any day." But as he continued to thnk the plan of the "little run down" grew more feasible. It would just fill in the hours during which he was doomed to stay alone. The next minute he was flinging articles into a suitcase, consulting a time table as he worked. Ten minutes later he was aboard the train, bound for the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Smith. living at Roger's Park. a suburb of Ch-ca go. Forty-five minutes later he Was surveying the dark exterior of the much talked of cottage. "Just my luck." he growled, "to find the folks out. Why didn't I telephone and say that I was coming to spend the night?" The air was not cold, but neither was it warm and so the traveler decided that it would be much more comfortable if lie could gain entrance to the building and consequently he made a tour of inspection of the same. The doors were all locked. but finally lie discovered a window partly open. He raised it, boosted his suitcase in and followed. The moon, which had been hidden behind clouds, emerged at this moment and shone in all its brilliance. Its radiance guided Edwards across the floor and to the electric light switch. "The place surely is comfey." he murmured as he settled into familiar chair, the parting gift to "Spike" from the "gang." The chair was comfortable, decidedly so, the room was heated to a nice, warm temperature. and so it was not long before Edwards was nodding and then he gently drifted off to dreamland. A little later an excited crowd gathered under the window'. "Si Perkins see'd him just as he was a-clambering over the sill." said one member in a stage whisper.
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