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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. "Yen. he war tall like and kerried a bag." "Most like to put the boodle in." They proceeded into the house and there found the sleeping man, who, when aroused, found himself staring into the barrel of a horse-pistol, held by an important looking personage, wearing a huge silver star with the words "Village Constable" very prominent upon it. "Why. 'er — What does this mean?" "It means that you are to -et up and march quick." and the horse-pistol looked more threatening. "This is an outrage. I "Git up and git. March, I say." Then the party, which. by this time, included half the population of the suburb, started on its way to the Police Station. Arrived there, the prisoner was locked into a cell. "to await," as an officer said, "important witnesses." After about two hours of waiting during which time the man under arrest amused himself by calling down the just wrath of all that were good upon the "simple, deluded, hopeless and maniacal" people of Roger's Park, anion°. whom the constable ranked as a leading factor, the expected witnesses arrived. "Robbing our house?" said an interrogative feminine voice, and then thedoor of the cell was thrown open and and a light switched on. "Well, by all the powers," exclaimed the hearty voice of "Spike," "Bill Edwards, or I'm dreaming. Where and how did you get here?" "I came to visit you, and your accommodating neighbors took it upon themselves to entertain me," replied Edwards, his good-humor entirely returned, "and I must say they have done it right royally, as you see." "Well, yon are looking fitter than ever," said "Spike," "here's Alice, and so you've been trying to rob us, eh Bill?" Explanations to the police officials followed and then the trio started back to the cottage: "Spike" enlivening all with his cheerful conversation. "Too bad to inconvenience you that way, old sport. but we'll fix it up. There's a splendid 'spread' a awaitin us, for Alice is a treasure of a cook. awaiting will find her much better than a prison turnkey." and so it turned out, and that is why Bill Edwards changed his opinion of bachelor apartments being preferred to cottages. and also partly why, not many months later, he happened to be a second most willing victim to a "pair of bewitching blue eyes." A Worthy Recompense MARCIE ERD, '18 Bobbie Perkins walked moodily along. It was Saturday afternoon, and the world had been treating rum badly. Johnnie Burnam had promised him faithfully that he would go fishing down at the creek below the old mill. But Johnnie had suddenly changed his mind, or rather, his mother had changed it for him, and he was now busily engaged with the lawn-mower. He had extended a kind invitation to Bobby to stay and help him. but Bobby's nature was very much averse to anything that looked like work. Then too, he might have gone swimming. but the rest of the fellows had gone on ahead, and the thought of walking three miles alone was anything but enticing. "Oh Bobbie," Betty's shrill call aroused him for one moment form his dark contemplation of life; but only for a momelt. Bobbie hated girls with all his might. and this afternoon Betty looked more than hateful to him. "Oh Bobbie, come on over. My mamma said—" No. I won't come over, and I don't care what your mother says either." Bobbie growled. Betty looked after him, and finally swallowed her indignation enough to reply. "You old smarty," she screamed stormily. "Wait 'till you want to come over again, jest wait." But Bobby did not condescend to reply. All women made him tired. and, especially, when they were in this frame of mind. Suddenly he turned and retraced his steps. As he neared home he heard his mother calling him. His spirit rebelled. He wouldn't answer just for
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