East High School - Quill Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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THE QUILL Mine Chilclrenl Mine Children! By INIAXINE CONKVVRIGIIT Mine Uhildren. Mine IllIlllll'8I1, dey botter mine life. VVhy don 't dey keep quiet like Gretchen, mine wife 3 Ven I am sot down for a 11ice quiet smoke, Dey crawl me all over and think it a choke. Dey break down the closeline and climb up the tree. And ven dey get hurt-dey come squalling to me. Dey hang by dere toenails and stand on dere head, And knock one another off top of the shed. Dey chop down my fruit trees and dull up mine ax- And lose all my tools and dey vaste all mine tacks. Dey fight and dey spat for a pan for to lick, And den I gets mad and I gets a big stick. I varm up dere pants. and den Oh! how dey dance! I sot dem down hard each one on a chair, And den dey yust say Ha! Ha! We don 't care. And ven dere comes company, I get disgust, Dey eat and dey eat till I tank dey would bust. Dey lose all dere money and ask me for more, Till sometimes I tank I will shurely go poor. Dey tear up mine Ford and have a good latf- IVhen seeing me coming, dey run down the path. Ven we tank it over, it does not seem right To make dem be shut up yust quite so ver' tight. I shust vant to lick dem, but den dey get vorse, And ven I get mad, I tank I vill curse. But maybe dey may grow better as years roll on by Ooh! if dey don 't-I tank I vill die! Joy Out of the gray of God 's own skies, VVe hear the bells ring loud and clear The silvery moon beams played. 'Tis ringing for Christmas tide, And the shimmering snow The loud winds are calling, Shone with wondrous glow, The white snow is falling Now brightly, now to fade. Throughout this world so wide. We hear the patter of little feet, As they come to bring us cheer. As the rustic bells ring, All the gay children sing Merry Christmas, Happy New Year! -IIIIRIAM KIEFER.

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6 THE QUILI. to keep laughing and joking all the time. For the twenty-six years of his life he had been quiet, and it was a change. Then his thoughts turned to the trip. His au11t, being rich, would probably have several important doctors at her bedside, and he might get to talk with them, discuss late events in the medical and scientific world, and swap experi- ences. In a week his aunt had passed away, and Jim found himself to be the rather bewildered possessor of thirty-seven thousand dollars. Enough to marry, buy a home, and start a new practice in a tow11 larger than Harding. In three weeks he was able to leave for his home town. Be good to see the gang once more, ,and Edythe. He'd go out to her house soon after he arrived. But maybe it would be better to wire her that he was coming. As the train neared Harding, Jim was becoming excited. And when he saw the little brick depot, and the faded black and white sign of Hardingl' swinging over a group of friends, a lump arose in his throat. The first person he looked for as he descended the few steps of the train was Edythe, and after ploughing through several dozen of the citizens, bent on congratulating him on his good fortune, he finally did see her. There she was, standing cool and slim in a fluttery green dress, and a tall serious youth stood beside her. Until now, Jim had never paid much attention to him, but now he realized painfully that the boy, tall and straight with brown eyes and wavy hair, was a very distinct personality. Hello, Edythe. How are you? Say, you're looking fine, he greeted her enthusiastically. Why, hello, Jim. I'm glad to see you. You surely remember David Lewis, don 't you? He 's an artist, spending his summer here, painting some of our scenery. We're engaged, she finished coolly. Somehow, he managed to stammer co11- gratulations and escape from the cruel scrutiny of the crowd. So that was why she hadn't answered his last letters, though he 'd only written a few in all. The next day, loitering on the hotel veranda, again the looker-on, the watch- er, the thinker, tl1e silent man of every gathering, he ventured to ask of one of his few close friends: Jake, do you know why Edythe- well, you know what I mean. When I went away it was practically settled. Waal, I heard that she said you was too much of a talker. She allus claimed she'd pick a quiet feller to spend her life with,. probably so she could boss him, and we shore thought she 'd done it when she got you, but she says you was too all-fired noisy. Course, none of us be- lieved that, knowing you 's allus too quiet an' thoughtful, and full o' poetry. Waal, only God understands wimmin, and I reckon they puzzle Him sometimes. So I dunno the real reason. Reckon you 'll be a leaving this burg S0011, with all that money? he questioned wist- fully. Yes, Jake. I guess I will. I've got to see some of those things that I've al- ways dreamed of, but I'll come back, he finished softly. MSO Bigv BY EDNA FERBER Could you find beauty in red cabbages on an Illinois farm? Selma Peake did in spite of her drab life of hard labor. She toiled so that her son, Derk, might have the beauty in life that she had missed, but he could find nothing interesting in life but making money. VELMA GARMON '32.

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8 THE QUILL The Perfidy of Woman OMEN a1'e vamps and men are fools. It has always been so, Ellld it will undoubtedly rema.in so until the crack of doom. I am not try- ing to introduce a reform or change the characters of men and women. I am merely presenting the facts as they have been forced upon me by experience- limited experience, to be sure-but none the less enlightening. There may be exceptions to this rule, as there are to most rules. Some women are not vamps, a few of them are sincere and honest. Likewise, a very, very small number of men may be immune to the artifices of women. Some 111611 play the part of vamps, and women the part of fools. There are some married women of my acquaintance who are absolutely honest, faithful and true, cheering, in- dustrious, friendly and companionable to their husbands. There are just enough of these ideal women in the world to delude the aver- age man into thinking that he may be lucky enough to marry one of them. They raise false hopes in our lives which are never wiped out until the honey- moon is over. We will not face the real facts until they are forced upon us by fate. IVe do not take heed from the mis- takes of our brothers. Blindly, we wan- der on, secure in the belief that unhap- piness in matrimonial affairs can never befall us, until we can no longer deny that such a tragedy has happened. The girls with whom I have had the pleasure UID of acquaintance, seem to delight in few things so much as getting a young man to spend all the money pos- sible on them Knot that I ever had much to spendj and then leaving him with nothing but some very confused ideas concerning women in general, with which to console himself. The height of a young lady 's ambition seems to consist of being able to boast of having broken an important date with some popular boy friend, after it was too late for him to get another, preferably by the simple process of not being at home when he called. Girls make capital of the roman- tic ideas which come so naturally to young men, they use these tender pas- sions for the purpose of embarrassing and confusing their admirers. Girls such as Maggie of The Mill on the Floss, and Phoebe of The House of the Seven Gables, I have never found to exist in reality. Instead of being romantic and lovable, young Women are scornful and traitorous. They have no respect for the more serious moods in their gentleman companions. They are willing to betray the confidence of their worshipers merely for the pleasure of seeing the pain it causes these unhappy individuals. It would seem that in the face of all that We know of Women, We would leave them alone. But We do notg somehow we cannot. The greatest of male writers on the subject of falsity in Women have at last succumbed to the artifices of the fairer sex. Nor will I prove wiser than my fellows. In spite of all I have ever known or said about girls, I am attracted irresistibly to them, there is a fascina- tion in new feminine faces that I cannot overcome-do not want to overcome. i shall go on through life hoping to marry one of these very ra.rc ideal girls. Per haps I shall. More likely I will not. Bu nevertheless, I am still susceptible to th charms of my frailer companions. I can 't help it. I don 't even Want to helj it, because men are fools, and-I am man!