Alton High School - Tatler Yearbook (Alton, IL)

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The Piasa Quill EDITORIAL STAFF. Editor-in-Chief, Literary, News, Art, Athletic, Alumni, Mayme E. Coleman, '09 . Dorothy Dorsey, '10 Martin Bristow, '09 B. Eunice Lavenue, TO Sanford Taylor, '09 Miss Carrie Rich BUSINESS MANAGEMENT. Business Manager, First Assistants, Second Assistant, Third Assistant, Leland Osborn, ’09 James Coleman, TO 1 Joseph Wright, TO Carl Hartmann, ’ll Bert Henney, T2 COMMITTEE OF SUPERVISION AND CONTRACTS. B. C. Richardson, . . . . J. H. Kraft 26

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The Fall. What notable person is this drawing near, Whose haughty demeanor inspires with fear ? Who, to his inferiors, will not unbend— Ah no, ’tis beneath him to so condescend. llis long ribbon streamers afloat in the breeze. Proclaim him an eighth grader, if you please. A proud, conscious subject of all school talk. And truthfully speaking, a cock of the walk.’’ But—who is this meek, humble child we have here, Who really shudders when one draws near. To whom every teacher’s an ogre to dread. And who can't distinguish his feet from his head ? His woebegone look and his actions so nervous. Show him a Freshie, at your service. His stammering questions when seeking your aid Inspire to pity, he seems so afraid. As he thanks you, and raises his eyes from the floor, You start ; you have certainly seen him before. Ah, the eighth grader with meek face and form ! Then a beautiful butterfly, but now—a worm. C. W., ’09. The Old Back Stairs. The old back stairs that wind around Are dark and twisted and full of snares ; 'Twas thus that pupils who here were found Were often caught on them unawares. A slip, a shriek, and several bumps, Then at the bottom the noise would stop, And while recovering from the thumps The pupil’s tears did gently drop. Practice makes perfect, is a proverb you know, Also Experience's a teacher sound ; ” So now we trip the fantastic toe On the old back stairs that wind around. 25

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THE FOREST. (first prize.) In the hot and sultry evening’ When the sun is setting low, And the work of day is over, To thy coolest shade I go. There with ever lengthening shadows Stand thy giant oaks so old, And beyond, I see the meadows Turned by sunlight into gold. Standing dark against the sky-light, All beneath is coolest shade, Rise thy verdant elms and beeches Which the power of God hath made. Here I sit in greatest comfort, And the soft winds sigh above, While the beauty of this forest Tells me of His mighty love. Ji Lius Meisenheimer, ’10. 27