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

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0 0 0 0 0 I 0 0 0 I 0 I 0--Q--0--o--0--o--0 0 0 0 9 22. THE TATTLER Last comes the one item from whicl1 it is hard for ns to part: To our successors we must leave our places in the hearts and thoughts of our Pastor and teachers, They will love them. just as they have loved usg they will evince toward them the same interest in their attempts and successes: the same regret when they fail. We trust that the class of '25 will appreciate all this as deeply as we have done, and will never cease to do. Besides these enforced gifts, we leaveinot of necessity- but of our own free will-our blessingg tender memories of our pleasant associations: together with our forgiveness for anything that our schoolmates may not have exactly appre- ciated in our demonstrations during the past year, and 21 pledge of friendship for our school from henceforth and for- ever. All the rest of our property. whatsoever and wheresoever, of what nature, kind or quality, not herein before disposed of taf- ter paying our debts and funeral expensesl, we give and be- queath to the faculty, for their use and benefit absolutely, to be disposed of for the good of the future classes as they see fit. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the principal of D. C. H, S. sole executor of this our last will and testament. In witness whereof, we, the Class of 192-l, the testators, have to this last will, set our hand and seal this the first day of June, Anno Doniini, one thousand, nine hundred and twenty- four. MARIE FOOS. ANNA L. BAKER. ANNA R. DOWLING,

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' THE TATTLER E IOR CLASS PROPHECY In 1967, the Alumni editor of The Tattler published the fol- lowing account in his column, We republish it now, that it may serve the purpose of encouraging ambition in the coming genera- tion: We were not a little surprised to hear of the disappearance of one. who in the 'dear dead days beyond recall' was a member of the class of '24, Marie Foos, by name. Her life reads like a book review. Following her graduation from old D. C. H. S.. she struck off across the continent to see the world. One day when her friends, despairing of ever Setting eyes on her again, had begun to wear mourning, she drifted back to the old home town. The next morning she had a temperatupre of 104, and her ears were hanging down. She recovered by and by, and began to give the old home town the 'once over.' She decided that things just wouldn't do, and that what was needed was a 'hustler.' So, she brought forth cash enough to make the proprietor of Eats Restaurant relish a retired life, while she took over the business. The first thing Marie did was to make a change in the menu. She substituted parched corn for grapeefruit as an entree. Before the end of the month, the customers were cackling, and the cook was busy studying Purina advertisements. Marie, or 'Mam'selle lVlarie,' as she was now known, trembled with joy at her success. But the bug of ambition was biting, and Marie longed to fly to greater heights. So she ripped off the roof of the restaurant, put in a balcony. with a place for real chevalier glass. She threw the regular waiters out of work, when she substituted dumb waiters, for the convenience of the customers. Night and morning, the D. C. H. S. orchestra led by Dicky Miller, rendered a choice reper- toire of 'Aloha Oi,' 'Three Blind Micef and on special occasions, 'That Old Gang of Mine.' Maniselle was all for the public. Her oyster buckets bore the notice, 'XVe for you, and you for us.' Mamselle saved the morals of the town when she made it impossible for Johnny Joe to sell chocolates to minors, on Sunday. The town trembled with joy at possessing such a treasure of modernism and public spirit. Heigho! Heigho! it was a wonderful life-and might have came to-who knows what-had not a young restaurant owner from the Pacific coast, Andy Appleman by name, and also an Alumnus of D. C. H. S., drifted back to town. Marie approved of Andyg Andy on his part approved of Maries ever-growing trade. Consequently, one bright morning in May, Andy and Marie stepped along arm in arm to the strains of Lohengrin's Bridal March. Their friends were happy. threw the usual collection of rice and shoes, wished the newly-weds good luck, and then went home. The wedded life of Mamselle, dragged along uneventful, un- til one bright morning, early the city populace was 'roused from its slumbers, by the blowing of whistles, the ringing of the Central and St. Joe school bells, respectively. What was the matter? Only this: Mamselle could not be found. Herlhusband was quite dis- tracted, and to this day, blood hounds, beagle hounds. detectives. and rewards have been unsuccessful in locating Mamselle, lk if Sk ik Sk 32 S IF The following obituary appeared in a recent copy of the Daily Democrat. It concerns one Anna Baker, a member of the famous '24 Class of D. C. H. S.: Miss Anna Baker, Ph. D. M. D. LLD. has drifted away. Her life was just one thing after another. Following his graduation from D. C. H. S. in '24, she entered upon, and completed a nurses' training course at Milwaukee. Several essays of Miss Baker, com-