Goode Barren Township High School - Tatler Yearbook (Sesser, IL)

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T. H E T A T L E R 47 HHHlllllIIIllIIllllIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllIllIllfiHHtIIllIlIIIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllllHHlllllllI!II!lIIIIIIII!IIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllHlilllllll1llllIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIlIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllHlllllllllllllIlllllIllIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII pe11 I have ever seen. It was made of shining gold and was studded with diamonds. There were three of the little men 011 each side of it, bearing it 011 their shoulders. The Queen then asked me to lift it from their shoulders. She told me how the King of the Fairies had come in possession of it when warring with another band of fairies, and how they had carefully guarded it since, permitting only worthy people to use it and how they had all gained fame as great authors. I bade the fairies goodby and started l1o1ne. How lucky I am, thought I. After they have all read my wonderful story I'll show them what a mysterious pen I have in my possession. l found when I started writing that ideas flashed into my brain like lightning. Soon I had a long theme written. The next day I took it to English class. The teacher read it and pronounced it the best theme she had ever read. My classmates phophesied that I would be a great writer some day. Of course my grade was an HS . Since I had such great results from lily English work I decided to try the lVonderful Pen on my mathematics. It seemed that those problems were terribly hard. I just couldn't work them. IVhat was the matter with that IVonderful Pen? I started to write a formula when all of a sudden, the pen faded away out of my hand, before my very eyes! I was speechless, thoughtless, and senseless for awhile. After I recovered from my dilemma I remembered that the Fairy Queen had said that the pen was to be used only for English themes. And in the excitement and joy of hav- ing it in my possession, I had forgotten her warning. So, I finished my mathematics with a pencil, and the loss of the IVon- derful Pen my English themes are not sueh that cause people to say that I will some day become a great writer. ' -P.xI'I.1N1c IlIAll'I'I11L, Umss '23 PSALM OF GEOMETRY Miss Smith is my teacher, I shall not pass. She maketh me to prove dense propositions She leadeth me to expose my ignorance before the class. She maketh me to draw figures on the blackboard for my grade's sake 1 Yea, though I study till midnight, I shall gain no Geometry. The propositions bother me, and the originals sorely trouble me. She prepareth quizzes for me in the presence of mine enemies. lllllllllllllIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIlIlllllllIllllllllllllllIll!1llllllllIllllllllIlIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIIlIlllllllllllI1111IlllllllIIIIIlllliIIIIllllllllIIltllllllllllllllllllllllIIllIIlIllllIIlIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

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46 THE TATLER IIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIlIlHllIllllIlllilllllllllillHHHH!lllilHlllllllllilllltllHilllllllllllllllllllllHllIlllIlllllIIlllIIlElIlIlllltIlllIlIlIIIIIIIIIlIII!IIIIIIIIIIIillIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIlllIllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllililliilll A FAIRY TALE THE NVONDICRFUL FOUNTAIN PICN7' I was sitting at n1y desk one evening wracking my tired brain for 2111 idea for an English theme, when suddenly I heard a queer tapping noise on a book at my left. I turned to see what was the cause, and to my amaze- ment there stood a little old lllilll about six inches high with a flowing white beard. He was tapping impatiently on the book with his 021116. How do you do ? said he. HI see your mind is quite troubled. lVould you like to have some help? I know you are wondering who I am and how I know all about your thoughts. I am Mr. White Beard, and I live in the wonderful place called Fairytownf' lVas I dreaming? I pinched myself. No, it hurt. Had I suddenly been changed into a fairy? I looked into the mirror. No, I was just the same size I had been before. This situation was becoming very interesting and exciting. The little old man spoke again. I am a special helper of the Fairy Queen. It is my duty to help peo- ple wl1o are in trouble. So if you are willing to obey me I will tell you how you can write a splendid English theme. Naturally, I consented. For I thought 4'.Iust anything in the world, if I can write a good theme. t'WVell,', said Mr. VVhite Heard, 'fYou have surely heard of the IVonder- ful Fountain Pen which the Queen of Fairies keeps in her palace. I am go- ing to help you get it. Yes, I had heard of the Wionderful Fountain Pen. Many people had attempted to get possession of it, but none had succeeded. And I was to get it! I could hardly wait until the old man finished. t'Come with me to Fairytown , he said. I followed him out of the house into a forest. After we had walked quite a distance we came to Fairytown And what a beautiful sight it was. There were tiny castles of all colors. The fairies wore shining robes and seemed to move on the air. They were all alarmed by a human intrusion, and went into their castles. Mr. White Beard led me up to the most magnificent castle in Fairy- town. This I knew was the Queen's castle. The Queen came to greet the old man, and after he had explained to her why 1 was there, she smiled kindly and said, So you are searching for the Wonderful Pen? I am sure you deserve to use it, or else White Beard would not have brought you here. I am very glad to lend it to you. .But there is one thing you must remember This pen only writes English themes. lVhen it is used for other things it returns to me. With these words she called her servants, six tiny men dressed in uniform. p Bring the NVonderful Fountain Pen from the locked safe. In a short time the servants reappeared bearing the most beautiful ' IllIiIIIIIIIIiIIIIlIIlllllIIIlIlIIlIlIIlIlllIIlIlI1IIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllltllllllllltlllttllllttlllttttlllllllEt?llL!lllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllHHlllllllltlllHltllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllll '

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THE TATLER llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllml She giveth me a low grade, my work goeth under. Surely zero and condition shall follow me all the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the class with the goats forever. --ELSIE H.n11L'roN AN OLD SCHOOL HOUSE OF MINE UVITH APOLOGIES TO JAMES WHITCOMB RILEYJ As one who views in wonder the Capitol of our land And muses o11 other structures as wonderful and grand, So I turn 1ny thoughts and wonder, till in shadowy design I find the precious strueture of an old schoolhouse of Illille. My memory grows brighter and a million blessings come As l dream of days hack yonder and of all lily dear old ehums, And to dream the old dreams over is a privilege sublime lVhen my truant fancies wander with that old schoolhouse of mine. l11 faet, when Cares oppress me, tllltll the dark Clouds hover near, l'm like a ship afar at sea without a sign of eheer Vntil in Ill0lll,l'Y7S harbor, my thoughts will always find A safe and joyous anchor in that old srhoolhouse of mine. A place of work that's pleasant. and play that's merry too, XVith teachers kind and helpful, and pals so good and true, It just makes me thrill with rapture. all my cares T must resign lVhen my soul is filled with mem'ries of that old schoolhouse of mine. I can see the pleasant classrooms, the merry boys and girls, 'l'he teachers ever busy, the hest janitor in all the world, Their hearts all bound together with a love almost divine That makes me think more dearly of that old sehoolhouse of mine. But Ah! You are wondering what the name of that school may he It's G. B. 'l'. H. S., my friends. that's so very dear to me! And all my life I'll cherish, my heart will ever pine For the days that are gone forever in that old schoolhouse of mine. -llIARGAl!E'l' Hxrvi-luxe, CLASS '23 lllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllIlllllIlllllllllllllIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllilllllllllll1lllllllllIIIllIlllllllllIIllllIlllIIlllIIIllIlllllllllIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllll llll