Alton High School - Tatler Yearbook (Alton, IL)

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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

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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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NATURE’S BALM. (first prize.) C) wanderer, from beaten patli now turn aside Into the wood where purple violets hide, And cowslips and the clinging ivy grow, With jack-a-pulpits nodding in a row. Expressing quaint surprise at double-daisies odd; Then will we under sylvan shadows lie To see the flames of fiery sunlight die. And now the tenderest twittering of the wren Breaks forth anew and fills the mossy glen With sweetest music; 'tis the voice of God. A Junior. THE FOREST. (second prize.) Broken limb and shattered bough Tell of thy yesterdays, Tell of a time when thou stoodst alone, Mighty in all thy ways ; Trackless stretches of timber land Cool in the summer’s heat, Breathe of a time when a savage band Sought out thy cool retreat. Branching limb and blended bough Tell of thy present days, Tell of a time when thou dost atone For acts of thy former ways. Traversed stretches of timber land Trodden by lovers’ feet Tell of a time when a civil band Seek out thy cool retreat. Lours Walter, TO. 28