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

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' ' 'l Hli 'l'A'l' lll.lQR ' PROOF ,ENOUGH Oh, you can't! Dear, don't-don't go! Dan's eyes rested momentarily upon the ghastly face and the trembling, white arm that tugged helplessly at his own. Miriam don't tremble so. I'll be back in just a moment. I must protect you. The next moment she heard him call, Who's there? Halt, or we'll shoot, growled two rough voices. Then the crack of a pistol rent still, night air. Miriam grasped at a chair for support, then fell to the floor, unconscious. Finally, after an interval of, she knew not how long, she recovered just enough to lift herself once more. Her face remained white and she trembled nervously, for she recalled the words that had startled her from her sleep. We'll tell him to turn her over to us, or we'll kill her. Then she remembered the terrible ordeal wh'ch had fol- lowed. She listened breathlessly. Dan, she whispered. There was no response. Oh. Heaven! shall I find him mortally wounded and cold in death, she murmured faintly. She advanced to the steps of their apartment. She stared for a moment with wild eyes into the opaque darkness, then determined to advance to the landing. Silentily groping along the wall, she finally reached her destination. Stock still, she stood reach- ing into the darkness until her hand touched-a living person! Amazed, she jerked back and asked in a whisper, Dan, is it you? Yes, Miriam. and pressing her close he whispered, Step back to the wall and snap on the light. Click! Well, what was to be seen? Oh! there were two kegs sitting there on the landing below them. Dan and Miriam stood tensely waiting for some move. Somebody grumbled: someone behind those kegs! Dan shouted, Now you're done for. Give up or I'l1 blow you into pieces and paste them on the wall there behind you. A little paled-Dan supposed from anger at their capture-two men appeared. We surrender, they offered with uplifted hands. Then- Hello, Dan and Miriam! Why Jack and Bill, I've a big notion to let Dan shoot you yet! I am going to let the police take you when they arrive, yes, sir! Why I've a notion to shoot you myself! Oh! I have it, I'm going to tell dad! This volume of speech seemed to bring poor, nerve-racked Miriam to herself. Well, Miriam, we didn't mean to scare you to death, but dad persisted in bragging about his new son-in-law: and-well, we are from Missouri, and we wanted to show dad, too! Dan's a wonder, Miriam! Congratulations! the -Anna Colchin,'27. TRY THIS EXPERIMENT I was at Pud Simpkinls house yesterday. And while I was there I accidentally broke a window while experimenting to see how much it could stand without breaking. Pud's father sent me home and told me he'd call up my father after supper. After supper pop was reading and smoking, and I kept putting off telling him about the window. Then the telephone rang, and I thought I knew who was at the other end. For once I was anxious to save pop a step, and I volunteered to answer the phone. Oh yes, it was Mr. Simpkins, all right, but his voice sounded strangely agitated and joyous. Of course, he asked for father. So there was nothing left for me to do but call him. I-I-I-made an experiment this afternoon at Pud Simpkin's house. That's his father at the phone, he wants to tell you how the experiment came out, I stammered. Pop went to the phone and talked a while, and when he finished talking he turned to me with a broad smile. My heart leaped. He said, Fine experiment, sonny! You probably didn't know that the pebble you threw at his window was a gold nugget. And that isn't all, he sold it to the jeweler for one thousand dollars. He promised he'd give me half of it, to keep for you until you're twenty-one. 0- ...-.- Ninety 2 O 0 l 0 Q 0 0 o I U Q 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 Q 0 u 0 1 o 0 I 0 0 Q 0 s Q o 0 0 o 1 o o s 0 o 0 o o o 0 0 0 0 o 0 9 c 0 0 0 o o 0 o 9 Q Q -three

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Tourists' Guide-Directions to All Points. O l r AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MUTUAL AQUAINTANCE. When I first became conscious of this world, I thought it very unpleasant, indeed! Someone was making jabs at my clean, white face, with a big, pointed, black thing, that made dreadful scars on my smooth skin. No immediate disastrous results fol- lowed, to my surprise, although I felt rather painted and artificial. I was shoved from hand to hand until Iinally I was taken with a mumbled Thank you. After a casual glance, this person, seeming not to approve of me, gave vent to his disapproval by slapping me in the face, and putting me in among a group like my- self, although they stuck together, so that I felt rather squeezed in. There I remained almost suffocating, until at last I was released, very much ruffled and indignant. Here someone with two, large, shiny, glassy eyes again inspected me. and like the other seemed to disapprove of me. Fortunately, however, his disapproval took the form of a lecture, strikingly illustrated, upon the other person. Just as I was congratulating myself, I was plumped down upon a flat hard surface, and again a pointed object made angry jabs at my face. Then I was again forced into the company of those stuck-ups and taken on a journey. I was taken out and put into a place with some others of my kind, who did not seem so closely related as the others, and seemed to be more of my class. Here I have been for some time, and here I hoped to stay forever, but one of my older associates has told me, that every month we are forced to undergo the same wear- ing experience. until we are completely worn out. Such, dear friends, is the life of a report card! -Margaret Bremerkamp,'27. THE. ROAD TO NOWI-IERE This was the brand new sign hung out in front of the Street. In a dirty room inside sat an ugly, lazy-looking the only clean thing about the place. Old Grimes, as the manager was called, was talking to a sturdy youth who come for advice. After a long discussion about a book which the young man had, latter left the unpleasant room. As he left it. I heard him say, These directions be easy to follow. I'll start out on my journey in the morning. old rickety building on 32nd man with overhanging brows and small, dull eyes that always seemed half shut. The new sign outside eye- W3.S had the will When he reached home, he laid the new volume on the table. On the cover were the words, The Road to Nowhere. He opened it and read it eagerly. The next morning he did not rise early as was his custom, but slept until noon. This was the first direction in the newly-acquired book. After eating a good meal he went to the hanging-out place of the town. He spent all his money gambling and eat- ing. He began to think that this life was ideal. I left George at this place and I did not see him again for ten years. day a tramp knocked at my door and asked for a meal. It was George. lowed the directions faithfully and has been wonderfully successful in destination :-Nowhere. Dear reader, this is a pitiful example of a failure in life. If we are Last Satur- He had fol- reaching his on this road to failure, let us turn and head in the opposite direction to the city of success for every step on the road to Nowhere takes us farther and farther from happiness and success. -Margaret Voglewede.'2S. Ninety-five