East High School - Quill Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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2 een 4' we all know that fresh air is the best remedy for everything, why is it that we absolutely refuse to take a bit of it into our lungs? How can our brains be expected tc- be at their best when they are not properly nourished? Which class will be the first to report that it had ALL the windows up ALL the period? Just get Clare ice KL Co. to put on their coats and keep quiet and then ask the teacher if she can't notice an improvement in the recitation. The East High Spirit N THE Fall a great part of theschool's interest is centered in football. And with football come pep meetings. East High has been having pep meetings this season which have have been more or less animated, but not over enthusiastic. Our ex- cellent yell leaders have worked hard and valiently, giving both time and energy trying to instill in us a true spirit of -pep. But their efforts had been almost in vain as we did not respond with any depth of feeling. However when three bells rang Monday morning after the Storm Lake game every student at East High went into the assembly room with more interest and enthusiasm than shown so far this season. We had felt that our team was almost invincible, they had won every game of the season up until this one and we were over confident. We did not realize that they needed backing, and we had accepted each victory assuredly. But when that fateful report reached us Saturday night that our boy's had been defeated, had lost the chance for the state-champion-ship, we began to Wonder. Was it their fault or ours? Perhaps we had not shown the right spirit, perhaps if we had done our part the game might have turned out better. It was well that those three bells were rung at eight-thirty Monday morning. East High had awakened! East High had begun to think! We had met our first defeat but we were by no means conquered. We didn't blame our boys. We knew there was nothing the matter with them. We knew they lhad done their part, it was for us to do ours. To be sure they had lost. No matter whose fault it was, they were still our boys' and we were for them through and through. East High regained her lost pep, her true spirit that morning. Years ago that same spirit had been predominant, and then for a time it had lost its vim. But it was there lurking in the background, only waiting for the right time when it should come forth again. Now the old spirit, the old feeling has come. When was there ever such an assembly before? Since when had we shown such pep? Not just a few of us, all of us! We were as one single voice, one feeling, one power, one spirit! East High that spirit has made you what you are. Katherine Kountz, '22. Page Ei ghtt

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Q ,....Y 5. ., Q.. Q x x 2 get Ns- stated, Why, he expects it. He stops for us. And what else could a speaker do but stop when three thousand hands are pro- claiming their approval? And--do you stop when the time comes to stop? It is just as bad to clap too long, you know, as to not clap at all. The only rule to follow is your own good judgment. Just put yourself in the speakers place. There are few things that misrepresent a school in the estimation of a visitor more than an occurance oi' this sort. You boast of our having the best school in the city. Then do your part to justify your statement. The Boys XVl1o Diduft lvlake the Team N THE Fall of each year the football call comes to East High's boys. Get out for football is buzzed in the ear of every boy. The result is a good number of boys out for football. Some, of course, cannot be on the team. Only elgeven men o'-t of this bunch of fellows are allowed to represent East High in her clashes with other schools. But do we stop to think of those other fellows who are out there every night fighting our team and thereby lighting for our team and East's football reputation? Do we stop to think of the boy who sometimes sits on the sidelines all thru the game aching to get in, the sub who goes in when the re- gular's put out? Yes, give the team credit--loads of it--they're a line fighting bunch of fellows, but let's give the scrubs, the sec- onds, and the subs credit for getting out and showing their East High spirit by giving the best team in the state something to practice on. Let's be as the substitute, ready to back our team and school to a Hnish--and do it in the right manner. The Best BZll'g'2lllll Out OOKING for a bargain? The best bargain you ever had a chance at? Then all you have to do is open all the win- dows in your class room and let in plenty of fresh air. Mercy, I'm freezing! exclaims Clarice. But if Clarice would wear clothes that were suitable lor school instead of coming all togged out in cobwebs and mist and so forth, she might find that she could stand a little fresh air and that said fresh air was the best thing in the world for her. In the grades we learn all about sleeping with all the windows wide open and getting all the air possible but we come to high school and recite with the windows down tight, shutting out the day air which is free from the smoke that we inhale at night. Our class rooms are hot, stuffy, and as far from being conducive to good work as can be imagined. And why? Clarice and her bunch might feel a little cool, When Page Seven l p H,

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