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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. supper table Miss Kroger decided if any one spoke anything but German he would have to forfeit his dessert. Myron wishing to make it very emphatic shouted, "Shuten Sic up." He got his just deserts. After partaking of that bounteous repast everyone felt "sehr glucklich." Of course games followed. Harold Stark. Myron Odgers, and Mary Reding distinguished themselves in the writing of German telegrams. Each person wrote the initial letters of a telegram. exchanging papers with another and filling out that person's papen. A splendid opportunity for ingenuity! The prize was awarded to Harold Stark whose telegram read as follows "Kommen Sie zugleich. ich will dich heiraten." "Dente Liebling." The club has two rules in force. First, a standing invitation is extended to the faculty. Second, six members are allowed to bring friends as visitors to a meeting. The club is very popular, and membership in it is a much desired privilege. L. D.. '17. THE GLEE CLUB. Away back, how far we cannot ascertain. there came into existence in the High School a club. A club. THIS club. THE club. THE HIGH SCHOOL GLEE CLUB. The "club" part brought the students together for social times while the "glee" had a three fold purpose. First, to induce students to enter in anticipation of fun ; second. because it really denotes a musical organization ; and third, it furnished the teacher with a topic to scold and harangue on—for the members were always gleeful. At least, that is the story handed down by our predecessors. At first, the boys and girls sang together. but this plan was very unsatisfactory as the boys were continually loking at the girls, and the girls were constantly giggling over the way the boys opened their mouths when they came to a high note. Miss Daly. the instructor, took matters into her hands and in a short time the students had to dissolve partnership and the boys were forced to start a separate club under the direction of Miss Hollon. For one long lonely year this sentence was executed most severely, and then the boys gave up. Their "glee" slipped out of existence much more quietly than it had entered upon it's precarious career. The girls, in spite of the discouraging fact, continued to sing, or rather "squawk" their way over two colorless years of favorite songs. Miss Daly's cheerful personality was the only link that kept the girls together. She worked incessantly. trying to inspire them with a true musical sense and appreciation of the beautiful old songs, but her efforts were useless, and every one grew indifferent. The Glee Club became a habit instead of a pleasure. Every one needed a rest. Vacation came at last and in the fail a new instructor took charge. Evidently Miss Adgate had not been told of the trying ordeals awaiting her if she wished to have a High School Chorus, but under her management the "glee" has vanished. Work is really accomplished and thoroughly enjoyed by both the club members and their audiences. THE FLUNKER'S LAMENT. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year. Of wailing cries and flunking marks, and teachers, cross and queer. Heaped in the hollows of our arms, the tearful sobs arise. And from the center of gravity, we hear those wailing sighs. The notes and all the pleasantries which made our lives so gay, Fled when we needed them the most, to cheer the gloomy day. Where are our marks, the big high marks. which lately sprang and stood? They're gone! They're gone! Who ever thought they had the nerve and would ! Alas! They all are in their graves, the gentle race still cowers. They're lying in their lowly beds, we wasted our study hours. The tears are falling where they lie but the cold teachers still. Leave us to whimper whine, and do what ever else we will. Lill. H. 1917. SOCIETY. OUR PARTIES. Seniors, come back with me to those good old days when we were little Freshmen. Remember the clay it was definitely announced that a High School party would be held. How your childish hearts beat with joy and suppressed emo-
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