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

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THE TATTLER Q Q .Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q Q 0 0 0 0 0 0 o 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 ..Q..o..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q..Q.....Q..Q..,.....Q..Q..Q..Q..Q... Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q SENIOR FA RE WELL O Se11ior. Dear Senior our High School trip is done, We Seniors have weathered every storm, the prize we sought is The port is near, the cheers I hear, and the people are exulting While teachers' eyes a'misting, look to us so brave and daring. B11t O Senior! Senior! Senior! O my heart is cold as lead For on tlris day our Senior class Must join the ranks of the dead. O Senior, dear Senior rise up and hear the bells. Rise up-for you the Juniors cheer-for you the Sophs do yell, XVOII, For you bouquets and rihboned wreaths-for you the Freshmen a'crowding, For you they call-the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here Senior, old Senior, This school still loves you yet, It is only a dream that you have left, You're still hoverin' yet. O Senior pray do answer, you are quiet and still, My Senior you're my pride. for answer you must and will, The Ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From four year trip, the High School Ship comes in with object won. Exult, O Juniorsg and shout old Sophs, While we Seniors with sad tread, Walk the deck of memories And realize we are dead. -Anon

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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

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