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

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2 ssss eernisiigisgssir it the mark of an inky hand, with my naked eye, but it evidently disappeared under the microscope, for Omes di:ln't see it. In a shorter time than I can tell he had found out where the paper was made, how many people had handled it, how old the piece was, from how large a sheet it had been torn, the numher and make of the pencil that had written upon it, and many other in- teresting facts aliout it. He then read the writing, and found this - - - 1919 12th St. O. P. I-le then gave an exclamation of disgust, and fell into my arms, overcome with disappointment. I soon revived him with smelling' salts, and he told me the secret of the note. See ,how wavy the writing is:--just like the prairie. The boy who wrote it was named O. Prairie, therefore, and this is evidently the address of his lady friend. I sympathized with him, and We continued our Search for the future criminals. We szlvv ahead of us K ---- th G ---- n. a most prominent member of our school. Omes gave a screech of delight. There, he exclaimed. There is your perfect criminal. Note his air of di,-gfnity, the mysterious manner in which he carries himself, the stiffness of carriage that gives him his theatrical ap- pearance, the restraint in his voice--all these are symptoms of the perfect criminal. Watkins, I am going to stay here in this city and keep a watch on this fellow, for if I have ever met my match, it is now. The following poem is a reprint from the Des Moines Capital. The students of East High are always proud to claim a coming genius as a fellow student. Smile Go through life with a smile, But if you can't smile, just grin. For you'll find it worth while, If you only just smile Though the future be ever so dim. If your pathway be rough, And the whole world seems gruff, if you only just smile, 'Twill go many a mile Toward calling the old world's bluff. The man with a ready smile Will not trade that smile for a fortune, For he knows that his grin Is worth more to him, Than the riches a king could apportion. William Stovall '20. Page Thirteen

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Ae Q61 . .f 'T dressed as Doris. I find, said Omes, bv consulting my directory that his name is W ----- m St ---- l, anal as you perceive, his fair companion he calls Doris. Now, as you know, I attach sig- nifigance to coupling of names, and in 1ny wide experience have found that this particular conjunction is the sign of budding nu- thorship in the youth, and hero-worship in the girl. The liit of the right eyebrow shows that he has some secret from his fellow- stuclentsg because of the shape of his chin, I would say that he has had some article published in a newspaper. This I would say was a poem by the slight slurring of certain consonants in his speech. He next called my attention to a young man in a red and black sweater. From the fact that he wears his hair pompadour I would say that he is accustomed to being often in the public eyej' remarked Oxnes. Further, as his throat is somewhat overdevelou ed, I would say that he is best known by an over-exercising of the vocal chords. t'He is a yell leader by your description, cried I, delighted to have such a burst of intuition. Exactly, agreed Omes, and his name is ---- cl C - - e. But there is nothing to be excited over, Watkins, for you've seen yell leaders before, haven't you? Omes wanted to walk around into the side corridors, so we turned into the north one. As we turned the corner We heard loud and angry voices. 'LHushf' said Omes, it is Or----1 Ga ----- -n and Gl- n Str-- - . ---- e having an argument. They have perfect voices for criminals, so I wish to hear what they are thus noisily discussingf' t'I've the prettiest girl, said Gl- ng UNO, thundered Or ---- e, I am taking the prettiest girl in the fresh- man class to the Senior Freshman party. There seemed to be no chance of a decision being reached, until G1-n suggested that they carry the matter before a member oi' the faculty, as the fac- ulty would be the best judges of beauty. Miss Ma ---- e Sal ---- l came along at this moment, in Quite her best theatrical manner, looking to neither right nor left, and her nose tilted to an angle of forty tive degrees to the horizon. A young gentleman addressed her. Hello, Nazzy Moava, how are you today. Omes grunted. UNO criminals so far. I-Ie then saw a note upon the lloor, with certain undecipherabze hieroglyphics scrawled upon it. Instantly his detective sense was aroused. He commenced to tip-toe toward it, with both ears raised .als only Omes's ears can beraised, and with his eyes circling about on the lookout for any interruption. He reached the note, safely, and carefully picked it up. He then pulled out his mag- nifying glass and searched it for finger prints. I thot I saw one, Page Twelve

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I 4 IQ An Apology Excuse you now expect, I fear, My notebook paper is not here. The reason is-ah fatal plight, I carried books home Friday night. The books, they number five in all, So, I could hardly homeward crawl. I then forgot the paper--quite, 'Tis one o'clock. So long, tonight. Bertha Holt '21. All Alone WAS sitting all alone about eleven o'i:lr-ck one rainy, clrizzly night, reading Poe's Fall of the House of Usher. I had reached the place in the story where Madeline had come up from the vault. All at once I began to shudder, and as Madeline ap- proached her brothers room I became very nervous and shifted my feet on the rug. Suddenly I hard a soft, creeping sound lilac foot steps in the hall. They kept getting louder every minute. I could feel the blood rising to my faceg a hot sensation went over me, then I felt the blood recede and I became chilled. Every hair stood on end. My heart went throb, throb, throb. I could not get my breath easily. To add to the horror of the situation, I thought of the lady across the street who had died that after- noon. There I sat, scared speechless. I could not move my eyes from the direction in which I heard those pattering steps. All at once I was reminded that I was still here on earth ba a voice not altogether gentle, Lovella, aren't you coming to bed to-night? Lovella Downing '21. Trials of the J am Jar ETER Lemuel Jennings, what are you doing? 'LNothin. What have you been up to now, speak up quick? Nothin, Ma, honest I hain't. Young man, look at me and quit your fidgeting. What is that all over your face? 'LDirt,, I 'spose. Me an Skinney Potters bin playin ball out in his back yard. W671'6 practicin for the worldfs serious, what starts next week, an' Ma, Skinney says I'm the best pitcher what he ever saw, and he thinks our team is gonna beat, hzxin't cha glad Ma? Page Fourteen