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

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Q ei' isis HeavensI Did you see him throw that piece of bread at the boy at the other end of the table? Why, Mary, it doesn't seem possible that anyone could be so uncouth in this supposedly civilized world, said .Peg. I feel as if my life were actually in danger while I'm sitting so near him. I really shouldn't be surprised if he throws his knife and fork next, but if he doesn't, I suppose we could forgive him for eating his pie with his spoon, said Mary, then added, Oh, I thought that girl was surely going to spill her soup on me, but, fortunately, she dropped it on the girl sitting next to me. I can't understand why some people are so awkwardf' Evidently that boy believes in the old saying, 'There's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip,' for he drank his entire glass of water in one swallow, or perhaps I should say one gulp, for surely it was more of a gulp than a swallow, said petite Peg. What is the cause of all the excitement at your end of the table, Mary? Oh, I guess the girl who had soup spilled on her, decided that revenge was indeed sweet, for she spilled some water on the other girlfs hair, and In can hear the poor child mumbling about something. Good night! Whacha got your hoofs planted out in the middle of the aisle for? Cancha hand 'em in? the Young-Man-of-the-Undeniably-Indelicate- Manners said to Marjorie as he passed her. Marj answered with the breath of winter in her tones, Clumsy, watch where you're going, and gave him a look that would have made a polar bear catch cold. - Well, now that the horrid person is gone, let's show our generosity by giving him a good wish, namely, that Santa Claus will bring him a book of etiquette next May day. CHARLOTTE FRALEY, ,2 8- QZSGXJ Slickers , Rainy days ain't what they used to be . Not that it doesu't rain just as hard as it did fifty years ago, not that it doesn't pour whenever we plan a wood- land picnic, but it does, and the answer is slickers . The blues and rainy days used to go hand in hand, but today the slickers with their brilliant colors defy the gloom of the water drenched streets and dark, chilly hallways. The shower brings cheer to the bright little flapper for it gives her a chance to display the latest and gayest in water shedders. Then there is the decorated slicker. A walking advertisement of the wearer's artistic ability or his lack of it, an open book of his favorite slang phrases, his latest affairs of the heart, or his favorite fraternity or sororty. Billy starts off to school in the morning, and mother, fondly watching his slicker covered back, learns that her son Knows his oilskins , is Open for suggestions , and that one may Phone Elm 638 and ask for William . Grandmother, when skies are threatening, decides to do a little shopping before the rain begins. Hastily pull- ing on .Iennie's yellow slicker over hor cloak, she departs for the downtown shopping district, blissfully unaware that between her dignified shoulders is the slogan, I know my onions . The glowering skies and grumbling thunder cannot deaden the spirit or sadden the colorful parade. Slickcrs! Like so many run away tulips, they go splashing cheerfully through the puddles. ' LILLIAN PACKER, '28. Page Twenty

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' The Woods in A utufnm lVhcn Summer's waning days have passed, And lVintcr's drawing near, And Mother Nature's in her last Bright costume of the yearg VVhen days are warm and nights are crisp And frost is on the shocks, And lovers of the sweet nut frisk To hickory groves in fiocksg lVhen saddened ones find solace In the wood's majestic rooms, And, lured by Beauty, poets Hold communion with her forms, lvhen glowing waves of wooded hills Give lustre clllorescent, And sunny glens and hidden dales A savory essence pleasantg VVhen trees areydipped in gold and blood And draped in gowns of cheer, Go thou, my friend, into the woods, For Autumn Time is here. 110623 Etiquette VVhat is etiquette? That seems to bc the burning question for some of us, and I am sure there are a few of us who have never heard of such a thing. Mary, cast your orbs on that boy who is eating his potatoes with his knife and cramming his mouth full of bread at the same time. Imagine it! Wlhy, it's positively nauseating. lt's enough to make one wish to dive down in the soup bowl and stay under, said an exceedingly pretty girl, who, although she had the rules of ctiquette well in mind, was not above using slang. For, said she, I find it so very expressive. Page Nineteen-

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e Zglgg-E Why N ot Sail? ' Come hither! Come hither! called the train whistle to Jim Stanton as he lay meditating before going to sleep. Every night had this whistle called in this some manner, growing fainter and fainter, but leaving with .lim the de- sire to roam-to get away from his dull, monotonous life. When Jim had built his little bungalow on the outskirts of Ferry Point, he had been one of the proudest young men in the community. Then, when llillij' ,Rock had consented to be his wife, his joy knew no bounds. But that was ten years ago. Now Jim was dissatisfied with his possessions, namely, a home, a wife, two pretty children, and a little bank account. He had grown tired of answering the many questions of Junior, who was in the second grade at school. He disliked to play with wee Catharine, a lovable little maid of two, who seemed to take great delight in riding the horsie',, especially when her chubby little hands were the stickiest and .lim had on his Sunday clothes. Even the position he held as ticket agent had grown burdensome to him. In fact, his work was partly the cause of his restlessness, for every day he saw people departing for great cities, where, he thought, famc was waiting with outstretched arms to embrace all arrivals. The city which beckoned most to him was San Francisco, just across the bay. He thought that it would be very easy to secure a high position in such a large city, and he would be not far from his family, which, in a short time, might follow him. However, ran his line of reasoning, before they arrive, I can have a good time, and besides save enough money to keep things going here. Ou this particular night the train whistle seemed to be more enticing than ever before, with its, Come hither! Come hither! As it died away in the dis- tance, a low, dull boat whistle took up its alluring call. 'iwhy not sail? it seemed to say. VVhy not? thought Jim. The next morning the resignation of James Stanton, ticket agent, was turned in, much to the regret of .lim's friends. That evening Jim kissed his little family good-bye, glancing warily at little Catliarim-'s hands to protect the snowy white- ness of his shirt- The setting sun looked down upon the tearful little group, watching with sorrow the fast-disappearing form of a lone figure which they loved dearly. The train whistle that night shrieked mockingly at the bereft family, Gone thither! Gone thither! Early the following morning Jim left his hotel to search for work. There were many positions open, but none appealed to him, as they were either too low-salaried or required more work than he intended to do. However, toward evening he fairly jumped at the chance of being a clerk in a large grocery store near the ferry-depot, to which he had wandered, almost at the point of an returning home. For a few days .lim liked his work very much. At the close of the week when he received his wages, he sent seine money home and, after paying his rent and, deducting his expenses for the coming week, found that he had scarcely any- thing left for enjoyment, His recreation consisted mainly of street-car rides to and from the Cliff House. This form of entertaimnent soon grew tiresome, and by the end of Jim's third week's sojourn in this large magnificent city, he found his interest ill his surroundings waning. Even Chinatown failed to faseinate him any longer. Moreover, he found that his pay would scarcely cover all his expenses, especially, since he was maintaining himself apart from Pale Twenty-one