The Caldron . ldron, for instance,—one of the best school papersin the middle-west ; our faculty, too, is one of which we are justly proud; andlast but not least, our boys and girls. Now, when the weird, little man had finished his story, 1 prepared to go:then I discovered that my story teller was no longer peaceful, but an enragedlittle beast who had parted with his pet hobby—high school lore. His uglylittle eyes darted swords of fire at me. ami lie had finished before he sum-moned all his strength and darted at me, with his claw-like hands. Deathgleamed in his eyes, and like that Creek Pyrrh
The Caldron . ldron, for instance,—one of the best school papersin the middle-west ; our faculty, too, is one of which we are justly proud; andlast but not least, our boys and girls. Now, when the weird, little man had finished his story, 1 prepared to go:then I discovered that my story teller was no longer peaceful, but an enragedlittle beast who had parted with his pet hobby—high school lore. His uglylittle eyes darted swords of fire at me. ami lie had finished before he sum-moned all his strength and darted at me, with his claw-like hands. Deathgleamed in his eyes, and like that Creek Pyrrhus he cried hoarsely. Now,you have it—the story of the high school, which I have kept so long! Tell itto your great, great grandfather, if you like, but not to the readers of theAnnua 1. 1 had barely enough time to dodge him and clutch his skinny neckwith my hands. And now—prepare yourself for a shock—I confess my it was one. and call on you to judge. I swear I did it in self-defense, for as. THIS IS PAGE EIGHTEEN
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