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

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- T-2 a to rise but apparently unable to do so. They were held back by some un- seen force. They remained in this predicament for fully a minute, the most agonizing minute that either one had ever gone through. Then a fuse was kind enough to blow out in Ji1nmy's Searchlight, and a merciful darkness surrounded them again. V ' When the first person reached the summer house, he found -no one. Sharp eyes might have' detected a white dress disappearing around the house, but the only visible sign of anyone's ever having been found in the summer house was a medium-sized chair in the middle of the iloor and a generous portion of Bess's party dress sticking in the bottom of the chair beside the greater part of Mr. Tillon's spotless white trousers. - The next day, as Bess, now in temporary disgrace with the. family, was making up jimmy's room, she made two discoveries. The iirst was a note that fell out of Iimmy's coat when she hung it -up. The note had a strangely familiar look to her, so she opened it. Inside were written -the words, I shall be inthe summer house at nine o'clock tonightr, , 'Nuff said. John. ' ' ' ' ' ' b I ' ' The other discovery was a large bottle that had been full of mucilage a day or two ago, in Jimmy's wastebasket-empty. 4 CAROLINE DUNCAN, 30. These Hands What could I do without these hands? . Not a thing. Couldn't shoot marbles, couldn't make plans, Or anything. ' Couldn't ride a bike or catch a ball, Or hold a book, or anything at all. Without any hands life would be a pall - Over everything. What could I say without these hands? Not a thing. Couldn't shake hands, couldn't dance To anything. I Couldn't hold a gun or get a meal, Or rake the leaves up in the field, Oh, to get my hands it would take a deal Of everything. ' ' . . What .could I do without these hands? ' Not a thing. Couldn't make castles in the sands, I Or anything. ' Couldn't hide the tear when I was blue, Or hold the hand of my lady true.- Without these hands, what could I do? Not one. thing. . FELIX WILLIAMS, '30. Page Sevebztedn

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up A Q A X fgg I'll give you some hooks and a ten cent fish line for it. Will you trade P Nope, Tell you what I will do though. If you'll gimme that mud turtle you caught, I'll trade with you. Now. That's too much. Say though, I'll give you that mud turtle for her, if you'1l shoot her off for me tonight. Bill, bewildered by an offer that let him have all of the fun out of the Hrecracker and still get a mud turtle for it, rather blindly assented to this proposition. All right. Be sure and shoot her oi? at ten minutes after nine to- night, down back of Sis's summer house. Be sure now. Will you P 'Course Why P , So help ye. V So help me. After these thoroughly binding words had been pronounced, jimmy went into the barn again and appeared a moment later with a wriggling mud turtle in his hand. This he gave to Bill. Bill took it, still in a daze at the unheard-ofbargain and started for the house. Each then disappeared into his own strongholdg-Bill into the house and Jimmy into the barn. jimmy again climbed through the mysterious but useless passages, emerged from the barn, and went immediately to the house, where he buried himself in his room again. As we mentioned before, Mr. Childings was Bess's next best boy- friend. Her best one, a Mr. john Tillons, was under the disfavor ofthe head of the house because of a certain escapade in college. Bess had received a note from him the day before via the small boy route. with these words inscribed on it, I shall be in the summer house at nine o'clock tonight. 'Nutt said, john. In some unaccountable way that note had disappeared from Bess's apron pocket. Bess managed to free herself from the care of the party at about one minute to nine that night and was on her way to the summer house. Sure enough, John was there waiting for her. They went swiftly over the preliminary formalities of a meeting like this, then sat down in a chair that would hold comfortably about one and a third small people. They enjoyed this rather close but entirely satisfactory position for about ten minutes,-ten minutes in which both were very well satisfied with the world in general. Bess had just remarked that this was such a nice, quiet place to meet, and john was just in the act of agreeing with her, when, like lightning out of a clear sky, there was a loud explosion behind them. To say the least, they were very much startled. For that matter, everyone in the house was. The guests came running out of the house wondering whether there was a Zeppelin attack in progress or merely a shooting affray. No one was able to settle the question, how- ever, as it was pitch dark, and Bess and john had more common sense than to make a noise by trying to escape. For a second or two, the guests were completely mystiiied as to what was happening. Then a great light dawned on' them. It dawned on them in the shape of a brilliant shaft of light streaming from a searchlight in jimmy's window and directed exactly on the summer house. Asound greatly resembling uproarious laughter came from the people in the yard. Bess and John were wedged in the chair, each endeavoring Ease Siefefcff

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A History Lesson in Rhyme The history lesson was about the progress of the early settlers on the frontiers. The teacher asked John, thinking that he was asleep, fas teachers always doj to tell of the journey of a pioneer to Iowa. This is what she heard. Listen, my children, and you shall not hear The mid-night ride of Paul Revere. But of a better thing, as you shall see, All about my history. It was in seventeen hundred and ninety-three That we left for Kentucky. my father and me? My ancestors were Swedish, so bold and so true. They helped settle this country, for me and for you. lNe lived in Richmond, a dear old town VVhose houses were painted, a red and a brown. VVe left by the way of the Cumberland road. A trail very difficult with a very heavy load. And when we reached the Cumberland Gap, We heard Indians coming like a loud thunder clap. The Indians came onward with an awful rush And we shot them from behind every tree. every bush. VVe killed them and killed them, and killed them with glee Until there was not an Indian to see. And when we had picked up our wounded and dead, We rolled up in our blankets and went right to bed. The next morning we got up with the sun, And soon the wagons pulled out. one by one. VVe traveled for a week or so Because you see, we went very, very slow. And one day we came to the top of a hill From where we could see the town of Louisville. Here we bought a big flat boat, A cow, some chickens. and an old billy goat. We floated down the Ohio, day by day, With our animals and a load of hay. And when we reached the Mississippi river, Thinking of going up stream made us shiver. But we buckled in and started out To make St. Louis without a doubt. VVe staked a claim for a little homestead And went out to camp and went right to bed. RUSSELL OLSON, '3l. Gangway A buzz of a bell, a shuffle of feet, They're running a race that's hard to beat. The clatter of dishes, the clashing of spoons, - A neck and neck race to reach the lunch rooms. Page Eigihtcan