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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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THE BLUE AND GOLD, '17 FRESH MAN CLASS ROLL. Leo Studer Everett Smith Edith Roe Gladys Renz Irene Pelland Erma Pearce Raulin Davis Lucus Faller Arbutus Bott Natalie Deane Clarence Mills Iona LaPlante Olive Marcotte James Hoar Theodore Guck Nina Gerard Erma Erd Cecilia Condon Esther Cake Laurene Burgan Armour Burgan Howard Bryan Aileen Boudreau Clement Boudreau Clarence Kramer Antoinette Norum Radnor Paquette Roland Pauline Loretta Schnotala Crescence MacDonald Antonia St. Germain George Wiesenauer Grandelene Gagnon Lincoln Wareham Donald MacLean Helen Carpenter Fred St. Pierre FRESHMAN NOTES. The Freshman class was organized at the first meeting held in March. The following officers were elected: President—George Wiesanauer. Vice-President— Crescence MacDonald Secretary-Treasurer—Howard Bryan. These officers with the following constitute the cabinet :- Lorene Burgan Esther Cake Leo Studer. Aileen Boudreau Theodore Guck James Hoar The cabinet has shown itself willing workers and ready for the worst. Mr. Williams is the class adviser. April 27, the Freshies had a big time. A masquerade party had been planned for that night and things certainly burned. Prizes were given for the best masquerade and also to winners of various games. Refreshments were served and from everyone a demonstration of the art of masquerading was received. The greatest expectations of a good time were amply realized by the participants. Freshmen boys are wearing large '20's. Being the graduating class of 1920 something had to he done toward showing class spirit. These '20'S will adorn the chests of some of our football players who played on the gridiron last fall. A PROPHECY FOR THE FRESHMAN CLASS. One night I went to Witches Hollow to hear those weird creatures tell about what is going to happen during the next few years. This place is a small depression across the lake, surrounded by thick woods. In the center is a small tent resembling an Indian wigwam. It is so black and shadowy that I think a person stumbling on it, even in daytime, would be frightened. On that particular night I left town about nine o'clock. The moon and stars were completely hidden by heavy black clouds, and I expected to hear something because the witches talk about the most important things on the darkest nights. walked along quite fast until I reached the woods. Then I ran at breakneck speed, but I was followed on each side by witches, who would have caught me if I had stumbled or stopped running. At last, however, I reached the hollow and made one dash for the tent. Out of the corners of my eves, I saw hundreds of witches rush at me from all directions, but I avoided them until I reached the door of the tent. Then, just as I thought I was safe, my right foot caught on the handle of a broom which one of the witches had stretched out to trip me, and I plunged ahead and fell into the tent. I lay there too frightened to move for several minutes. Then I realized that so much of my body was in the tent that the witch could do nothing to me, for if a person once managed to reach the tent, he was safe. In a few minutes I got up and sat on a three-legged black stool in the center of the tent. I sat there and shivered with nervousness and fright for an hour. I could see nothing. Everything around me was black. I felt as though I were sitting on that stool, held in the air by some frail means, with absolutely nothing around me, and that if I moved at all I would fall into the space and continue falling forever. The air in the tent was as damp and impure as any air could be and had all I could do to breathe. Suddenly a solitary owl in a tree not far from the tent tittered a piercing shriek. I Jumped about a foot, I should think, and for an instant I thought I was falling into that nothingness which seemed to be around me, but I soon found I was still safe on the stool. After waiting for what seemed to me an endless time, leaves began to rustle on
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