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

Note: Only pages with textual content dealing with the students and faculty have been scanned.
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The Blue and Gold - 1917 yearbook cover for Linden Lake High School
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THE BLUE ANT) GOLD. '17. When they finally were seated, Seated does not quite express the Jumbled pile of little children Sprawling over every corner ()n the fenders, on the doorsteps, Even on the top you find them, Hiawatha's fourteen children; Chattering and laughing loudly, Even mid the din and clatter Of the car when it was starting, Thus departed Hiawatha And his family in their auto. Slowly, at ten miles per hour Crawled the little auto onward. With his tired little family Squealing, clattering and buzzing. Often did the panting auto Nearly stop. but then would stagger lamely, on its way there Three more miles and Hiawatha Breathed a sigh of satisfaction As the summit of the church spire, Came within his range of vision. Ah, but short was his rejoicing; As they staggered up the hillside. Staggered reeling up the hillside, There the auto gave two wheezes, Groaned and stopped upon the hillside. Hiawatha sprung from out it, From the drivers seat descended. Spilling several little children From the car as he dismounted. Leaning down, he peered beneath it; Then he took from out his tool-box. Many hammers, saws and wrenches. Crawled beneath the car, while 'round him Gathered all his little children, Giving him advice and helping (?) Asking many foolish questions. While he lay beneath the auto. "P'raps the needle isn't threaded" "P'raps the thingumbob is twisted" Better treat it very kindly' Stroke it Bentley, till it knows you." "P'raps it's hungry, here's a cookie." These and many more suggestions Came from all his loving children. Hours came and hours vanished Still beneath lay Hiawatha, Muttering, banging, underneath it. Church was over and the people Sauntering homeward from the service Stooped to chat, and give suggestions. Mrs. Hiawatha gossiped While the fourteen little children 'Round their father played and gambolled. When the sun was almost setting, Nearly all the auto's vitals Lay bespattered on the roadbed. Then did Mrs. Hiawatha Start a real investigation. From the hook that lay beside-her That was thrown in with the auto First of all she saw the query "Got any gas so down she clambered Pulled the seat out, looked within the Gas tank, saw that it was empty, Reaching underneath the auto Forth she pulled her grimy husband, Called him Saphead Set him on his feet and showed him Where his trouble really started. Hiawatha turned in anger, Swore, and left the place quite sulky, Saying that the thing was hoodooed, Saying many other savings. Then did Mrs. Hiawatha Go unto a sturdy farmer, Rented out a pair of horses, Towed the auto to the stable Of the Hiawatha homestead, With the fourteen little children. At this hour. if you should wander Past his neat Lake Linden workshop You may see him bluntly sitting. Watching geese and docks and chickens Perch upon his rusty auto, Perch and often lay their eggs there. Life in the Trenches BY WIES, '17 Time: — Present. Place: — Somewhere in Frengusturkia Trenches. Once upon a time (as all fables, stories, letters, etc.. always attempt to start) in 1914. the kinks of Morerope started squabbling among themselves. To be brief, to the point, and among other things. concise, it all ended in a free-for-all on the part of the common neople of Morerope for the honor, glory, and ruination of their dearly beloved delicate rulers. This accounts among other things for this little ditty being slung. For if there were no scraps, where would the material come front for this masterpiece and for the writings of our correspondents who also must earn a living? Let us turn our eyes, earns, and selves to a trench in a country in this war-
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