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

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THE QUILL 11 Tabloid Booic Reviews Charlie Chan Carries On liv ld.un. Dunn liiooi-:ns Another of the lilggers' mystery stories. hut. as usual, more than a mys- tery story, Who killed llugh Morris Drake, Mr. Ilonycomb, his wife, the young Scotland Yard detective, and wounded Dutf, forms the plot, a mighty good one. Through the murders we glimpse rainy, foggy the beautiful scenic Riviera and the fishy atmosphere of the doeks in Uhina. The reader sees almost liondon mornings, beauty along the eveiything, because the suspects are on a round-the-world tour. Josnrnixu WAi.sn. A Man From Maine BY EDWARD Box XVhat do you think of a man who started life witl1 3 cents and in the end heeame a millionaire? Vilho? Fyrus l'urtis. Because of his efforts and strug- gles he became the publisher of 4'The Ladies Home Journal, The Saturday Evening Post. and The Uountrv Qlentleman. IVA IIEADLEI-1 '32. 6'Regency Windows TZY Dkvnm EMERSON A novel of the Regent period of Eng- ish history-told in a modern manner. l'ln'oughout the hook there is intimacy vith the English court via Lady Maul- leth, ambitious peeress, who seeks to IlHl'l'y off her family into their own tation--and above. She is the back- one of Belgravia House, an elite class f VVhigs interested in politics. The 'lllllfl0l' of the French Revolution is udible in the background of the stir- ng events of England. The book does at lack illicit love affairs and lax morals. ipposed characteristics of that time. -TOSEPIIINE XVALSII. In the Days of Poor Richard TTY IRvINo BAl'llEl.l.ER NVould you leave it to a spidrr to save you? Jack Irons did and was saved. Ile was a fictitious boy living in Colonial days, fighting Indians, and the British. He knew the great man Franklin, fought with Washington, and saw the result of their work in the union of the colonies. fil'IRAl,DINI4I Snrrn '32, Glass Windows Bi' FVIQMAN Glass Windows, the story of four girls from the Blue Grass Country of Kentucky who go into the mountains to try to educate the people, shows the queer ideas of the ignorant mountaineers. The hook is called HGlass VVindows he- eaitse these Uquare women, gave glass windows to the people to light their rude homes. Amer: -Ionxsox 732. My Book and Hearti' BY VORRA HARRIS A circuit rider's wife! XVhat dc es that mean to you? To f'orra Ilarris it meant that she must have the power to endure hardships. Read of her as a mis- chievous child, as a woman with great will to achieve, and as an author. CThis is told in a. most interesting way in My Book and Heart, D - i'A'I'Ill-IRINE Nvoi-:NT '32, A Limerick My good friend wrote a poem one day. And he wrote in an interesting way. Yes, the rhythm was fine Xhrltil three feet in each line But oh, what queer things he did say. XVILDA F,xRMi:R.

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10 THII QUILL Bits C' Verse Life Br NVILDA FARMER The coming of dawn is a wonderful thing, The morn 's on the doorstep and night's on the wing, The day lies ahead to do with as we will, As does a blank page that is for us to fill, And when day is going and light starts to fade, Then will we be pleased with the record we 've made? The sky is so blue and the sun shines so bright, Each day is so lovely, and lovely is night, So I shall be happy and glad while I may, Far ahead mav be manv a sad gloom v Q 7 P' day. I would I were blessed with the wings of a bird, ' Then o'er this whole world I would fly, I would leave all the sorrows of earth undisturbed, And would never come down from the sky. I Wonder ISY YVONNE SCIIEFFER All beauty is serene. I wonder who has seen The purple shadowed trees Sway slightly in the breeze, Or heard the wood-thrush sing? And through the wood-land ring The silver tinkling stream? Like a tiny eliin's dream. And have you seen the blue And silver moon? The dew llpon the grasses green? Indeed a placid scene. Or marveled at the pine, The pretty columbine? Just which of us will be Lovely as these joys we see? Sunset B Y ROBERTA BARIDQN Look at the wondrous sunset! lt is a beautiful sight! It fills the mind with fancies- lt fills the heart with delight. I see in that sky of red, A city embedded there. It 's streets and homes are gold, like New Jerusalem. So fair! Gazing again at the sky, I'm surprised to find now there, Instead of the glorious light A sort of lonely glare. The homes and the streets are gone. No more the city I see. The lights of an hour before, Have faded into the sea. Dreams By MARJORY IIFGGINS Down at the edge of a wandering lane That runs by the cares of day, A misty air-castle stands there in thf dusk VVhere fairies and hobgoblins dwell, And that is the home of a crooked old gnome Who's making up dream-things to sell my dear- The lovliest dreams to sell! He makes pretty dreams of little boy sighs- He weaves with a thread of love, The airiest fancies of lover's blind eye And fashions it all from above- IIe wraps in a smile-every once in while- And calls it an unborn kiss, my dear- The dream of an unborn kiss.

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12 THE QUILL An Electric Jolt for Fun BY FRANCIS SHAW OTHING to do, nothing to do. Such thoughts were running through my mind as I idly watched' an airplane Hoating lazily through the blue vault above. I was being paid for watching it too, but be- tween times I had to wait on our cus- tomers for I was working in a station. VVorking with me was another young fellow named Carol. Now this said Carol is chuck full of ideas of fun, and his ideas furnished a great deal of amusement for us two. Know anything new we can do for fun today?', I asked Carol. Yeah, I was just thinking of some- thing, he replied, just listen to this. And he unfolded a plan which made me chuckle to think of it. VVe took an old automobile cushion which we had been sitting on and placed a three-foot piece of pipe in it, just under the upholstering and resting on the springs. Vtfe ran a wire from this pipe through the station window and hooked it to an apparatus which we had made. This apparatus consisted of a six-volt storage battery, a Ford coil, contact points and a switch. The switch we placed on the door casing so that We could see the fun while operating it. Well, one of us had to sit on the seat to make sure that everything was all right and that there wasn't too much current. i'You try it, Francis, and I 'll just give you a little jolt, came from Carol. t'Yeah, you're sure funny, I shot back, you get on there and let me give you the little jolt. No, that'll never do, replied Carol, let's draw straws, the short one sits on it. As you might expect, 1 got the short one. I gingerly took the required posi- tion not knowing when to expect the jolt. I sat very, very lightly on that cushion with my hands on the edge and ready to jump off. Wham! I caught that jolt right where I sit down, and boy, did it tingle! Owooooooooooo, came from me as I lit on the ground about ten feet from the cushion. Say, Carol, I've taken 100 volts in the hand many a time, but that was nothing compared to what I just took from that cushion, and I wasnyt kidding him either, l carried a red spot on my leg for several days where I sat on that pipe. Oh, yes, to be sure, I hung one on Carol before an hour was up when he absent- mindedly sat down after waiting on a customer. VVe had a great deal of fun out of this idea until a friend got mad and tore the wires lose after we had shocked him. ....,,.-.,i,4.i-- Joy BY CORRINE AIAEXANDER There is the garden at dawn The flowers awaking, Each is glorious with dew, Joy in the making. There are the trees in the wind Their swaying is free. A bird is giving his song His gay trill calls me. There are the far misty hills That remain unmoved. A green valley in between By a stream is grooved.