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

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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

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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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to 'Tm not interested in the world's series. How do you suppose those grimy finger prints got on my clean lunch cloth, Master Peter? Peter glanced at the immaculate lunch cloth, with the tell tale boyish finger prints, and shifted his gaze to the stubby toes of his shoes, wherein his heart must be pounding. Young man, answer my question this minute. Still Peter kept his eyes glued to the tips of his shoes, half ex- pecting them to answer for him, since his heart 1nust be in one shoe, his tongue ought to be in the other, he thot. Since no answer came from the small dejected figure, Mrs. Jenn- ings marched sternly across the floor of her spotless kitchen and examined the jam jar, set squarely in the middle of the tea tray. Then she marched back to Peter, who had forgotten about his toes and jammed his hands in his pockets. Let me see your hands, at once, flo You hear? You act as ii you were cleat and dumb. Yessu1n. And Peter slowly held out two dirty, sticky, jam'- stained hands for parental inspection. How many times have I told you to leave the jam alone until luncheon, and how many more times have I got to tell you'?. Well, T'll impress it upon your mind this time, young man, you may get my slipper and- L6Ma 7? Well what? I only took just a little tiny bit, Ma, I won't do it again. honest. Peter Lemuel Jennings, you COIHE upstairs with me this instant. Norma Miller '21, At Harvest Field Near Sundown HE DAY is nearly spent and the :Air is no longer hot and sultry. The sun which has beaten down all day long upon the heads of the workers has ceased to shine so fiercely and is about to set behind the line of hills on the horizon. The farmer has finished cutting the grain and the horses are tied to e. fence post at the edge of the field where they are constantly munching grass. He is helping his boys set up the last few win- rows of grain for withouthis help the field cannot be finished be- fore sundown. The sweat is no longer on the brows of the work- ers, for a cooling breeze has sprung up. They forget their wearie ness of mind and body as the close of the twelve long hours of labor draws near, and they realize that they will soon be done with toil f01' 21H0lZl'l61' Clay. Leverne Lenungn, Page Fifteen