Canton High School - Cantonian Yearbook (Canton, IL)

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THE CANTONIAN 1916 The Christmas Old Monarch Brought ARRY TABOR was a stoutly built boy of fifteen years. To look at him one would think he were older, because he had a look of responsibility on his face. In truth, he was older than most boys of his age, being the sole means of support of his mother and little eight-year-old sister, Nan. At the present time he was thinking of a great holiday which was not far off. Here it was the twenty-first day of De- cember and he, Harry Tabor, l1ad not made a single move to get Nan the dolly for which she had been so earnestly pleading. He had fully made up his mind to buy the doll, for he well remembered the bitter look of disappointment last Christmas on her face when she at last satisfied herself that her stockings were empty. Harry was in the woods, about a mile from the little cabin which he knew as home. He had seen no game all day and so becoming tired he turned his steps homeward. As he neared the cabin he heard his mother singing, at her work. As Harry entered she greeted him with a joyful smile. BIother,H said Harry, with a tremor in his voice, I donit know what is to become of us, I haven't killed a thing to-day. Never mind, said she, I still have a small amount of money. Now I want you to go down to the mining camp and get some groceric-sf, Harry hustled off for the mining camp, which was about two miles distant. In a short time he was back again, breathless with excitement. Mother,'y he blurted out, what do you think? There is a man down at the camp who says he'll give two hundred dollars for the horns of 'Old hIonareh.' Now Mrs. Tabor knew no more about Old Monarchu than the man in the moon. so she merely gazed at him blankly. Then Harry explained to her that Old Mon- archy' was a large elk which was well known to every hunter who roamed the great Northern woods. He told her that at dusk he was going to try his luck in pitting his senses against those of Old Monarch. Sundown saw him trudging through the woods with a high powered rifle under his arm which he had borrowed of a man at the mining camp. He concealed himself in a thieket along the banks of a small stream, thinking that he would get Old Klon- arch when he came to drink. In the darkness of night he waited for three hours. At last the moon showed his smiling face above the tops of the giant pines. Now unless he was very much mistaken he would see some big game i11 a very short time. Another hour passed, but still no signs of Old INIonareh.', Presently the crackling of bushes announced the presence of animals coming to drink. Many of the smaller animals came illld went. At last came the supreme moment. Harry looked up and his gaze fell on Old INIonarch,l' nose uplifted, antlers in the air and head shaking from side to side. It was but the work of an instant to press the trigger and send a bullet crashing into the brain of the great fellow, Old Monarch. However, it seemed that one bullet was not suflicient to take the life from this king of the woods, who was now about one-half century of age. Perhaps you never saw an angry. wounded elk. but if you have, it's a cinch you never want to see another. This particular elk made straight for Harry, who could hardly see to shoot by this time. Nevertheless he fired' and knew the 'bullet took effect, because of the frightful roar. On came the maddened elk and again Harry fired. There was an awful crash and the giant elk fell dead at the boy's feet. The horns of Old Monarch now adorn the wall of a banquet room in Chicago. Harry Tabor, of course. was made happy by the two hundred dollars. Now I leave you to guess how a boy of the sterling qualities of Harry Tabor used his money. al- though I may add, that Nan got her Christmas doll. JOE RUBY, 'IG

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1916 THE CANTONIAN regular teacher has enough to do without the added burden which of course such work is. Light, air and an adequate heating system are necessities for a more efiicient High School. The light is not so bad as it might be in Canton High because the Study Hall l1as a great number of windows and most of the class rooms have good light. Tl1e ventilation is bad because of the crowded condition and year by year it becomes worse. This should be remedied. Another great difficulty here is the lack of proper equipment. This includes more extensive Laboratory equipment and a more extensive school Library. The science equipment is especially poor. Laboratory work is very beneficial, for great educators tell us that we learn by doing. This is true, for one gains great value in the figuring out of experiments. lVhile we have a school library, to a certain extent. it is scarcely adequate enough to mention. The great need of books is in History. It is here we are short, having only a few volumes for many students to use. I think that fifteen minutes at least three times a week for Chapel would help wonderfully. lXIusic hath charms to soothe the savage heart,U we are told, and I think that while we are not literally savages, a little music every morning would do wonders toward brightening the day and improving the efHciency of the school and students. Other things which would make for greater ethciency are compulsory Physical Culture, Public Speaking and systematic method of study. The first of these is made compulsory by state law, but because inefiicient equipment and the larger number in High School it is impossible here. Public speaking should be for all, as its benefits to the student are more than he realizes. If this should be introduced, as they are thinking of doing, it would necessitate the forming of a class of advanced students for those who have it this year. As to the matter of a method of study, it seems to me that rests with the student. He is to be the judge of how he must study. No hard and fast rule could be laid down because every one would not be able to use it. An efhcient method will make an efiieient student, who will in turn make an etlieicnt SCh00l- CiRAf'E SILVA, ,IG IIWHII HIIHIHHHHNHHHUHIHNHHHIIIIN iiiiiiiii H seedling Under the leaves that are under the trees, A little voice was heard to murmur: lVon't the breeze blow and scatter the leaves So I can talk to my mother?', The wind heard the murmur and scattered the leaves. Disclosing a little seed snuggled close to the ground. It looked toward the sky and softly sighed, I wanted to look up from this cold mound. K'Up to see the light so I might not smother, IVatching my big, beautiful mother Spreading her branches in every direction In order to offer me protection. PIALLIE FILLINGHAM, ,16

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1916 THE CANTONIAN An Ode to My Ford lNIy Ford and I live all alone In a little garage we call our own. All through the day we go and gog VVe stop for neither rain or snow. llve tear through tht- streets extremely fastg And everyone we whirl past Yells, In-el Ice! Icelu All my money goes for the Ford- Wlhat is the use to sc-rateli and horde. And it isn't much fun to work and save. To my bank-roll I simply said Goodbye, For all that is left I can put in my eye. -lust 950- 20- go- HARVEY BlXR'l'lI, ,IG Illllflll IIlllIHHIIVIIVIHHWHIIIl'IH!'Illll 1IHI!!fl Recollections In the class of nineteen sixteen, In the famous High School routineg There a jolly bunch of Seniors sits, I,eaving, but not forgetting C. H. S. Not a member after leaving, Can forget the days beginning, Days they thought were never ending, Now they wish they had been lengthened. Rivru Snoor, 116 HHUHI IllllIIlllllllllIlllfllllllllllllllllllll IIHHHE The Sojourn He eame to Canton High School, .lust four long years agog He learned by heart each red tape rule, And sat in Freshman row. He now is a Senior, wild and gay. All rules by him are busted, And his head which, once with work, was gray, It long ago has rusted. ALIFE DODGE, '16