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

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2 . 's ' ' TP He packed the bonesg he packed the eggs, And with his mules set out. Then with some speed he stretched his legsg He chose the shortest route. Zoologists, when they had heard His thrilling wild report, lrVere anxious till it was absurd To see results of his sport. He opened the eggsjall heard a peep, And then the welkin rang, For three small ostriches did leapg Each shell cracked with a bang. The bones were seeng the men laughed moreg The sport had gained renown For bones of ostrich were before. A poorer, wiser man's this clown. LIAIROLD KELL0liCi, '28, QZBGSD H ow Times Change The old-fashioned ways of amusement are gradually being replaced by more modern ways. There is at least one thing that we have in common and that is dancing. In olden days, young and old came from miles around to attend a barn dance where the music was usually furnished by a couple of fiddles. Now, we may tune in on the radio and have dancing at home or more likely will drive some place where we do the latest steps to the tune of a jazz orchestra. The young folks of that day spent many evenings engaged in taffy pulls, corn poppings, and husking bees while we spend many evenings at the picture shows and buy our candy at the confectioneries or corner drug stores. Where the young girl formerly sat at home waiting for Prince Charming to iind her, in the meantime mastering the art of housekeeping, the young girl of today very busily goes on about her business, meanwhile keeping a watchful eye for signs of l1im . I wonder how many of us girls would be of any use at a quilting bee. I wager that there are not iive in a hundred who attend East High who would be able to ply a needle skillfully enough to satisfy the girls of that day. The mod- ern miss could more easily take a fewduck feathers, the only remaining features of the Thanksgiving feast, and after dipping them into coloring diluted by the proper amount of water, make a beautiful bouquet which she would jauntily pin upon the shoulder of her dance frock, and trip off. Confronted with the problem of driving a horse hitched to an old-fashioned buggy, our youthful escorts would probably lose some of their dignityg while if called upon to drive a Ford, they would respond at once. As a matter of fact, many of them are experienced in the art of one-hand driving, at a great rate of speed. How times do change in fifty years! V'IOLA SEELEY, '28. Paye Fourteen. n 7 l

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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

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In the ruddy glow of a eamphre sat Big Bear, the chief of the now small tribe of the Mianates, and his son, Flying Cloud, the youngest member of the tribe. .lust as camplircs always arouse memories, Big Bear found himself telling Flying Cloud about the Mianates of an earlier day. The little boy list- ened eagerly. Before the white man began to harass the Indian, the tribe of the Mianates was a very powerful nation, feared by all the neighboring tribes. As time went on, the old Indian chief, Black Eagle, could boast of only two things. One was the ancient grandeur and strength of the tribe which in his time was re- duced so that it had only fifteen hundred men. The other possession was Nunah, the only daughter of Black Eagle, and the most beautiful woman in all tribes. Princess Nunah was of a rare type. Her features were molded gracefully in her oval dusky-skinned face. Her dark eyes were like velvet in their soft- ness, and her hair, long, dark, straight, parted in the middle of her head, hung on her shoulders in braids richly plaitcd with beads. Her dresses were made of line fawn-colored skins trimmed equisitely with beadwork. It was not strange that Nunah should have many suitors. Because she was Black Eagle's most loved possession, however, she was allowed to make her own choice. As yet, she had refused all who sought her. Among those rejected suitors was VVateo, son of Long Arrow who was an ancient enemy of Black Eagle. Many times had Long Arrow and Black Eagle fought, but Black lflaglc's men always outnumbered those of Long Arrow, and so forced Long Arrow to retreat. Because of these numerous defeats, Long Arrow was constantly watching for an offense which would justify making war on the tribe which was now weakened and could be defeated. Learning that Nunah had refused Xvateo, Long Arrow was pleased with the idea that he could now make war against Black Eagle. Long Arrow sent runners to small neighboring tribes, which he had befriended at various times, in order that hc might use their braves if he ever needed' them. He found that he could secure one thousand men. These, added to his own one thousand men, made him an army of two thousand, a good number to send against Black Eagle's fifteen hundred. Long Arrow, pleased with his own cunning, once again had pleasant visions of defeating Black Eagle. As an afterthought, he decided to save the -Princess Nunah, for perhaps Wateo really wanted her, and also it would disgrace the Mianates still more to have to allow their princess to enter a forced marriage with his son and their enemy. ' - Finally, Long Arrow aroused himself from the pictures of his imagination and ordered runners to carry the usual token of war, arrows bound in a snake skin, to Black Eagle. At the earliest possible time, Long Arrow and his two thousand men took the trail to make war. g V ' 1 'The'journey lasted three days. At the end of that time, the messengers' disj closed to Long Arrow the fact that the Mianates did not want to fightpf: 1, A Page Fifteen