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

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e Collegiate Fords As I was meandering home from school one rather damp afternoon, I felt as if I would rather gaze on at the world than try to keep up with it. One of the most amusing sights I witnessed was a Collegiate Fordf' Due to the rainy weather, its fresh coat of 5 whitewash had almost disappeared, reveal- ing the city directory for young men. I Q-fi was rather thankful to be walking instead 5 i, of getting the 9,999 jolts it advertised, EN me f J, and by all outward appearances, the ad- vermsement gvasda very truthful. onci, H We , Q .- le poor or was very wise in o ow- : ' - -4 ing the president's statement, I do not -i - EI choose to run in 192S g in fact, I do not think it chose to run in 1927. On the hood of the engine the following epitaph was written, Engine room, for employees only, but I'm afraid that it was unsafe for even employees to touch the intricate machinery within. On the door, a sign warned everyone, Pray before you enter. This was quite unnecessary, as anyone who thought anything of his life would do so without being told. A person with little will power would not heed the inscription, Don't push, I think I can make it, but would instinctively give the car a helping hand- It has been quite an easy task to keep u J with the St. Vitus Dance , which has been jumping up the street, but I feel that it would be a much more ditli- cult task to originate the titles which adorned the body of the Ford. Donorxiv VVASIIKOVVSKY, '28- The Golf Gallery Imagine, if you can, five to ten thousand persons pushing, squirming, run- ning, stumbling, all straining their eyes and necks to witness a single human execute a golf shot. Kodaks click here and there, movie cameras buzz, pressman stand with notes in hand, messengers run to and fro, and ushers shout loud commands at the milling crowd. I was in such a crowd to observe the golfing skill of Bobby Jones, but found my attention equally divided between him and the gallery. An elderly man at my right touched my arm. Say, Buddy, has Jones shot yet? He is on the tee now, I answered. Jones is dressed in white knickers with sweater to match. His opponent, 'Chick' E-vans, is dressed entirely in brown. The gallery lines up each side of the fairway, leaving an opening about thirty yards wide for the players to shoot through. The exclamation, Oh I forms on every tongue as Jones places a beautiful drive down the middle of the opening. The crowd moves forward a little, but waits for Evans to shoot, and then rushes madly forward, each on-looker seeking a point of vantage for the next shot. The spectators form in a semi-circle around the two white balls, and after a brief wait the two players appear and play their next shots. Again the gallery surges forward, each one praising the two previous shots. On and on they go, pushing, elbowing, shouting, with no respect for anyone else, such is the Great American Gallery. DoN l ALI.s, '28. Page Twelve L 1

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e N 4: Allis F1OIl?ld.' One Pterodactyl An amateur of Boston town, So one who knows has said, Onee sought for fame and some renowng So to the desert sped. A ptei-odaetyl's bones he sought, A worthy prize to draw. He wandered to the deserts hot Of California. Ile bought supplies enough for weeks, And to the burning sand He made his way 'cross mountain peaksg There tents he made to stand. Elusive pterodaetyl's bones! Small traee he found of them. He dug until his labored groans W'ere heard nine miles or ten. One day, at last, he spied a green VVhere, ancient ages past, A pterodaetyl loved to dream, And here to break his fast., Rxeitedly he wandered, soon Some gleaming thing he saw. 4- At last, he cried, by the Great Horn Spoon, It's a pterodaetyl's elaw. A long-neeked pterodaetyl 'tis, He qnoth with bursting pride, A specimen as queer as tbis, VVhy seienee will think I've lied. Also this one is short of wing: It is a wondrous beastg All men will make the welkin rinff When I get home back East. o, I-le saw a place to sit and restg Fate, it did lead hini there, For there he found a huge round nest, Inside, three eggs so rare. So earefully, so carefully, He packed those eggs with awe. Some petrified eggs these must beg The bones must be their pa. Page Thirteen