Des Moines Technical High School - Engineer Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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1921 COIVIMENCEMENT NUMBER-THE TATLER 1921 A Bubble H LITTLE bubble dancing in the air As wafted by the winds, you play carefree, VVhat secret do you hold in that cell fair, And where may we seek for the opening key? For reflections of another world are caught In pictures painted in most radiant hues Which artists o'er the world, to match, have sought, But found them only in reflected dews. NVhere is this land so far and yet so near W'here visions of true happiness revealed A place of perfect peace and far from fear YVhich ne'er by that long darkness are concealed? You come as do the rainbows in the sky, A part of God's great scheme sent from on high. Helen Ruby E8. Trying to Grow Thin C 4 CONSIDER her stunning, simply stunning. Twice the class to her that there is to the girls around heref' 'tYes. the second speaker replied and she's as thin- Oh! The little figure, huddled out of sight in the depths of the big davenport, could hardly keep her indignant ejaculation from be- coming audible. t'Oh, oh, oh! She stuffed her lingers into her ears and burrowed her pretty flushed face into the pile of downy pillows. Then the brown head came up and a small foot came down with some- thing very near a stamp. By this time the persons eliciting her in- dignation had passed on, but she knew who they were. She was very sure of that. Who cared for Fred Nelson's opinion of the girls around here or any place else? Not she. Bob Banning was differentg at least she had supposed him different, but he was really just like the rest. Just like all boysg for of all ungrateful, disloyal, blind stupid creatures boys took the banner. To be taken in by a girl like Elaine Blake! To slight the girls of their own crowd! And Bob Banning admired Miss Blake because she was thin. No doubt he thought her fat. And he had always pretended to admire her. Hadn't he even told her one time that girls of her type just suited him, the deceitful thing? And all the time it was thin, scrawny, girls like Elaine Blake that attracted him. Well she was through with them all. Finding her way to the telephone she called up her father to come for her-she wanted to get home early. Then murmuring an indistinct excuse which included 'theadachew and home early and father to her surprised hostess, she was ready when the familiar honk sounded outside. Safe in her own room she gave full vent to her indignation. The evening had been horrid-horrid. oooooso canoe ooooeoc--o--one--n-use uno ooo ooooacoooo 25

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,-. ' -' -'Y 1921 COMMENCEMENT NUMBER-THE TATLER 1921 At seven thirty that night I stationed my chair near the hole of the mouse hostess so that I might hear her account of the performance to her friend. Oh, look Marie! she said. What? Can't you see? I'll tell you all about it then. All the people are in the church and the graduating class is seated in a semi-circle on the stage. Now a big impressive looking man with a white vest and gold watch chain is getting up to speak, I can't hear all he's saying, but it's something about 'our fu- ture citizens of Cloverton-and sons and daughters of respected in- habitants of our gr-owing young city!' He's announcing 'the first num- ber on our program will be a recitation, tCurfew Shall Not Ring To- Night,' by Miss Elviry Hempstead. Elviry's getting up now. What does she have on? Well, she has a pink dress with puffed sleeves and wasp waist and a green sash. Oh, her hair is red fand so is her facel and it's parted in the center, slicked straight back and tied with a green ribbon. She's reciting very dramatically-no, very automatically. Well she's through. I wonder if Ezra Perkins who will render us a vocal solo, 'Silver Threads Among the Gold,' will do as well. Ezra has on the handsomest checkered vest and red tie, but my goodness, don't you think his singing is awfully fiatted? Amanda Brown, that tall freckle faced girl, is giving the senior class's farewell speech. It's something about 'this class of nine grad- uating pupils bids farewell to the old school with streaming eyes and breaking hearts, that-that, etcf She has stopped and she is looking for some one in the audience. She's shifting around from one foot to another and-why I declare-she's crying and has to take her seat. Too bad-poor girl! Now George Howland, Judge HoWland's son will follow this with a speech about the future of the seniors, and the twins, Henry and Henrietta Peters, are going to give a dialogue. What is the matter with Henry's shoe string? It's the longest one I ever saw and it's untied, too. He's advancing toward his sister- Bang! he tripped on his shoestring and fell and the audience is laughing! Well, Annabelle Marsh's reading, 'The Pilgrim Fathers' ought to sober them up. There are only two people left and they are going to conclude the program with a duet, 'Home Sweet Home.' Isn't the organ wheezy, though? lt's 'most all over now and that tall man is telling how they will miss this fine class of boys and girls and how well the program has gone off. He's saying that at this late hour fit's only nine o'clock, MarieJ they will depart for their homes, always to remember this excellent per- formance? Every one else was leaving and I would look foolish if I stayed so I wended my weary way homeward with the othersg and that is how I know that mousies talk, Jean Whinery El. 'I--0-fl--I-viwowlf-O--Cui 0 I 0 0 0 0 0 I 0--0--Ov-IMO-0--O--O-'O--0 0 0--0--0-400--lf-0--0-ul-fl--0'-0--If-0--0-fm0 0 24

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1921 COMMENCEMENT NUMBER--THE TATLER 1921 It had all come about through the guest that Helen Lodge had brought home with her from school for the Thanksgiving vacation. Helen Lodge was such a-well Mother had given her a lecture on slang that very morning, so she supposed she shouldn't say boob- but if she couldn't say that how was she to express her opinion of Helen Lodge? Helen was always ready to follow anyone's lead, to bask in the reflected light of anyone a little extreme and Helen was enjoying immensely the sensation that Elaine was making. It wasn't just this thought that stirred her wrath, Rosemary told herself and truthfully too, it wasn't that she was jealous of Elaine's popularityg there was something about Elaine Blake that made her feel she was not worth all the attention she was getting. The pretty red lips set themselves into such a grim line as she met her reflection in the mirror that not even the dimples in the corners came out. Oh dear, it is terrible to be fat! one hundred and ten pounds! and I don't sup- pose Elaine weighs more than ninety-eightg I have always wanted to be thin. It is most interesting looking. I'll just show Bob Banning I can get thin, if that's the kind of girls he admires so much and then S-then I'll let him know that his type doesnit interest me in the least. With the true spirit of a soldier, Rosemary took herself in hand. The next morning she ate her grape fruit and a little dry toasty the rest of the things she left untasted. Then after hunting out the vari- ous diets for reducing she had clipped from the Woman's Corner of the paper, and deciding on her course of action, she walked down town and back. Elaine and Helen had departed but Elaine had promised her host of admirers to return at the Christmas holidays and already festivities were being planned in her honor. Rosemary kept herself out of things for the weeks between the vacations. She had two reasonsg first her diet did not include fudge that was invariably served at the parties or ice cream or anything that made life worth while. Even the box of candy that Uncle John had sent her for Thanksgiving-and Uncle John always sent simply delicious candy-was locked away with only one piece missing. Her other reason was that she thought it would be a good lesson to some people to know that her world could go on without them. Three times in one week she had given study or other engagements as an excuse for not accepting Bob Banning's invitations, and other boys she had put off the same way. A week before Christmas her Mother remarked at the breakfast table one morning: Do you know dear, I have been wanting to tell you how pleased I ani with the way you have been attending to business lately. Bed at nine o'clock, and all the lessons prepared with of course an occa- sional good time thrown in, is my idea of what is proper for a young girl. You looked so sort of peaked around Thanksgiving that I was beginning to worry about you. But I have never seen you looking ooooooo e one noone og..o........,..........0 ,.. ,,,,,,,,. 26