Decatur Catholic High School - Tattler Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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THE TATTLER 1 W HO'S WHO? Just as he stepped off the train he came face to face with the grizzled, old station master. The old man still smoked the same evil smelling pipe as of yore and his beard looked just a tride long- er to the stranger. The stranger also wore a beard, a fine black beard, nicely trimmed. His mustache was allowed to droop a little at the ends. To the old station master, he appeared to be a man whose life had been one of restlessness and worry. Where ye bound, stranger? questioned the old man, not re- cognizing one whom he had known very well many years before. . Doubt left the newcomer's mind, and he no longer feared re- cognition. He had passed a rigid examination when the old man had looked him over. Good, he muttered under his breath and the steel in his eye Can you direct me to a hotel? as a reply to the station mas- ter. Yes Sir, just go straight down this here street. It's on the left hand side four blocks down. As the stranger walked down Third street he saw a familiar face on familiar shoulders, being propelled by a rather ponderous body with a huge waist line. It was on his lips to shout the name but he didn't. His revenge was placed before acquaintance, and he held his peace. He afterwards found out at the hotel that his old chum with his eternal cud of Beech-Nut and a fat man's satisfaction with life worked as Jack-of-all-trades and Master-of-none, spending most of his time avoiding work. ' That was not all he found out. Another class mate of 1923 lived a short distance from the hotel and existed by giving music lessons. She was acknowledged as the best music teacher in town and she surely didn't keep that fact quiet. Outside the Daily Democrat she was really and truly the best carrier of news in the County. Through anonymous sources of information he learned the whereabouts of still another old classmate. This little lady had moved to Bobo but generally came to town Saturday afternoon to do a little shopping. ln her younger days she had taken the joke of her classmates about her weight too seriously, and the disastrous effects of the Daily Dozen and Coue's auto-suggestion caused her to be exceedingly slim, in fact so thin she had once upon a time received an offer from a circus to appear as the living skeleton. Heartbroken at such a proposal, she had nabbed a chance to marry that she might seclude herself from the world. So there she was, as he afterwards found out, living in Bobo amongst all the Hicks as she had once ventured to call them. Many familiar sights greeted him as he walked toward the Murray Hotel. Each person he recognized, made his soul more bitter towards the man who had caused him to flee. Instinctively his hand stole toward his hip pocket where the black, shiny thing was hidden. No! he must find some other way. That would make the suspicion fall strongly on him for he would surely be noticed as a stranger in town. Having reached the hotel, he registered, then went to his room There he sat for hours thinking and brooding. His position had been usurped: the theft blamed on him, had caused him to flee, to leave everything behind, even his sweetheart. The one who had committed the crime was now the most prominent man in Decatur. Probably he had gained that place by means of the stolen money. But that was not all. The girl he was to claim was now the wife of the other 1nan. Ah! that was what counted. Tearing him self from these thoughts he went over the many plans he had made

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THE TATTLER .5..................................................,...... . .............,.,.. . ...............,.... . ...,.................,...........,..,. after graduating from D. C. H. S. with the class of '23 went into the the restaurant business on West Monroe Street. Andy. always ambitious, soon started up another restaurant in Preble and so on until he was able to have three restaurants in every large city of the United States. Today Andy, is a pompous, multi-millionaire, but he does not forget the friends of his youth, for once every year he raises his restaurant prices 21, and gives the folks back home a great old time on the excess proiits. Decatur's beautiful S1,000,000.00 stadium is a gift of the philanthropic Andrew Appleman. The restaurant magnate is a great athletic fan, for during his High School days at old D. C. H. S. he was a star athlete. He also equipped an ultra- modern chemistry laboratory at his old Alma Mater and the beauty of the gift lies in the fact that every chemistry utensil is war- ranted unbreakable. We predict an even greater future for Andrew Appleman, the Restaurant King. CHAPTER IV A great woman tennis star has loomed on the horizon and the superhuman playing she exhibits is a nine-days wonder to all fans of the sport. She is a pleasant, dark-eyed woman with a clear, direct gaze and a smile which has never been dimmed by defeat. Already, she is far superior to the old stars, Lenglen and Mallory, and she bids fair to become the greatest woman athlete of all times. My interview with her disclosed many unique statements. She is a native of Decatur, Indiana and a graduate of D. C. H. S. of that place. She early developed a taste for tennis, for she af- firmed that a toy tennis racket was among her Xmas gifts when she was but a year old. As she grew older, her superior tennis playing won the admiration, as well as the despair of all her op- -o--0-0--0--u--0--0--0--u--0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 s 0 0 u o s c--o--0--o--of-0--o-fo'-0-+0--Q ponents. However. she attributes much of her skill to an old partner of hers, a Miss Gass, who always played with her. She spoke in glowing terms of her home town and said that on her last visit there she was entertained royally and was presented with a diamond-studded racquet and a white ermine sport coat. At a banquet in her honor at the K. of C. hall, they flattered her by serving ice cream moulded into racquets. CHAPTER V The Authors' Ball in New York City is always a great event. But this ball was exceptionally great for the foremost authoress of America was introduced to the elite of the literary world. Margaret Mylott, the authoress, whose books took the country by storm was very condescending to ine, a poor Cub reporter, and told me a few interesting incidents of her life. Her girlhood was spent in Decatur, Indianag and she was proud to claim fraternal ties with the members of the illustrious class of 1923 of D. C. H. S. She spoke intimately of her old classmates Snitz, now Pres. A. J. Schneider of our glorious countryg Chatz, the world renowned Madame Niblick. greatest pianist and composer of all times: Andy, the awe-inspiring restaurant kingg and Petite, Irene Holthouse. champion woman tennis player of the world. Out of curiosity I asked her the secret of the grand success each member of the class had won for himself and herself. Her eyes twinkled, and she chuckled: Well when back in High School days we chose the motto Find a Way or Make One we resolved to live up to it. If we have made a success of our lives it is because we not only found a way, but made one. I closed the book and sighed and wondered what if4but-well you never can tell!

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THE TATTLER None seemed feasible. Each one had a weak spot. Then came the great idea. They would never knowg he would be gone on the the 8:30 train: the murder-no the revenge would happen at short time after, and then he York. In a week he would The next night he walked he would not call it that-the-well nineg his beard would come off a would catch the next train to New be doing great bargains in stock. to the station, bought his ticket in time for the 8:30 train, making sure that he would be known if seen again by the ticket agent, by asking a great many questions of him. VVhen the train came in, he had little difficulty in slipping away. Toward the other man's house he hurried taking care to follow side streets. Up this street, down that, finally he arrived at the back of a great house. The garden looked the same, and with the sight of it, came memories of the many happy hours spent with one he had loved so well, in a garden just like this one. The very thought of those loving arms and sweet lips were driving him to murder. In an instant he was under an open window from which a light was shining. Cautiously bringing his eyes in line with the window sill, he saw the object of his search. Luck was com- ing his way as it had not been for the last Hfteen years. The other fellow sat in the center of the room reading a paper and calmly smoking a cigar. --'s hand stole toward his hip pocket. The black thing was drawn to a level with the other fellow's heart. Just then the other fellow' reached out his hand unthinkingly flicked the ashes of his cigar upon the rug. That sweet and loving wife appeared i11 a doorway just in time to view the act. A screech which would have done nredit to a pair of fighting cats proceeded from those sweet lips. Following this un- earthly scream, a flow of maledlctions was heaped upon the other fellow. The poor devil, was the tomment from the outside the win- dow. The black, shiny thing found lodging in a clump of bushes: and a man happy in the thought of what he had escaped, found his way out of the garden in double-quick time. Kind reader, we have left the actors of this tragedy anony- mous, leaving it to your imagination to supply the cast from the class of 1923. A. SCHNEIDER, '23, -7' X 4 '41- -R . 95' Q , QQ f , ' ' N ij' .4