Mount Pleasant High School - Tattler Yearbook (Mount Pleasant, IA)

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llllll IIIIUIIIYYI vllILi.i lQiTilYllII Ill IIIIUIIII v Our Daily Dozen The Wyse'l one suggested that we should take a ride in his Schaefer our health. Ca1'l,son of the banker, said we would have to take it to the Smith and get it repaired or we would get thrown over at Craig J ack, son of the grocer said he did not care to Liv-er-more g if he did get hurt, none would mourn him. We finally, after much difficulty, succeeded in get- ting Mandy harnessed, but had to Walk-er to the shop. The Smith said the shay was not fit to throw in the Coles , much less to repair. Neverthe- less, he hoisted it up with a Crane and soon had it fixed. We met 'Thom-as we returned home. He was carrying a new whip and asked to drive, for he said, 'Whip-ple' make that horse gof' -Charles Kellems. JOY AND SADNESS A myriad twinkling snorvvflakes, A host of diamonds rare, Glittered and flashed and sparkled In the frosty winter air. A breath of summer wafted Over this shining plain, And diamonds turned to teardrops, And teardrops into rain. My heart grew sad and weary And seemed with grief oppressed, But summer and her beauty Soon set my hea.rt at rest. -Margaret Rommel. AN UNPREPARED LESSON V' Am I marching to my doom? The gallow seem not very far ahead. What shall I db? I do not have my lessons and it is time for class. I have a vague hope that I will not be called on to recite. Can this hope be realized? ' Only five more minutes of suspense. Then my fate will be pro- nounced. How slowly the hands of the clock move! At last the gong sounds. Luck was with me for once and I am found NOT GUILTY. --Catherine Weston. ll I llll llll llllll llllllllll llllll lllllllillll ll Ill lllll

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l.l.l.IJ.l.l.l.I.l.lil.l.fQiil.'Ii .lfiii.i'.'i.lfI gave it to me. She and 'Slim' Mathews were oi' course married and are liv- ing very happily together. Nearly all of our farmer boys ale still on the farm with the exception of Harold Hallowell, who is now helping his father- in-laiw print the Mt. Pleasant Daily News . Joy andiHarold Newby are married and Harold is now selling' 'Mule-Hide Roofingif' Say, Sam. what has become of J 0lll1?u Roy, John struck it lucky. He bought some oil stock and it turned out rich. He is now out west tending to business for once. That reminds me, Sam, Margaret Honimel and Mary Miner are in the West. They both have succeeded as writers and are working on books as hard as ever. I suppose you remember Marys brother, Otho. He is play- ing professional football now. even if he is getting' to be an old man. Do you remember Harold Davis? Well he is the Governor of Iowa. I think his next step will be president of the United States. Alice Lauterbaeh is now in the service ol' the United States as private secretary to the V ice-Pre sidentf' Well bam I can t tell vou much more. I had hoped to see evervone but I guess that is an i1npossibilit3. Ii' I see any more on mv ,journeys I viill return some das and tell vou. p R05 how would vou likt to go to work for a while? I can give you '1 place in mv office as secretary if vou like. All right bam I will take it and trv to live 'is a human onci mort. -Roy Estes I X i i it i K ' x y v f. Q s . v r - v - I . . 1 , u v L Y Q cl Y j 4 X Y 1 1 1 '- I I ' I. ' L N 44 N , i x X 1 U 1 L . . J 7 v W 1 Q 4 r A 1 ,pls I'l'A'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'l'lQ11Ql'l1fl'l'lQQ'j1'j,1'ljjflfl'I'Q'jjIflfjjl-fj,fljjjlilfjjl,'Qfl'lfQLlf,ljQ,gflf!QQflQjfl3'Qf'Ijlfl'l'l'Q I

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T H E1 TA R G E. T m v vTTf1Ti fv'vTTvTfv H v-wi Sent to the Office A teacher and I disagreed. She must have been a distant relative of Napoleon Bonaparte, at least, she acted on the theory that might makes right, consequently I found my- self being' rather unceremoniously assisted from the room. She said, 'AGO to the office. Office! The word brought to my youthful mind visions of a glowering principal and many instruments of torture. It was my first 'ftrip and I was a new pupil . The distance from the classroom to the office and the fact that I was in no hurry left ample time for contemplating my fate. Finally arriving before a door marked Principal's Office , I turned the knob and slowly en- tered. Imagine my relief when I saw a very pleasant young lady writing at the desk. But---I was doomed to prompt disappointment-'lor she said: The prinupal will see you soon. and, presently, ushered me into the PRI- VATE oiiice. The piincipal fulfilled all my e-.ir-ectations. She seemed to know my mission for she looked far from synipzttlietic. She molioned me to a chair, fone with a straight back and no arnxsj. and said: KX'1.it until I am ready for you! I looked for signs of clubs, cudgels and other things of that character but none were visible. They must be concealed, thought I. The ticking of the clock was the only sound. It worried met It ticked on and on, relentlessly, and, in the end, proved to be my salvation. A bell rang! She looked h-urricdly at the clock, advanced menacingly, and I thought my time had co1ne! She Warned me against future offenses and dismissed me. It was noon! What a relief! -David McAllaster. my - 5 F P Q 9 4 I I I I I I I I I .. I 1 llllllllllllllllIIIIIIlllllllllIIlllllldllllllllllllllllllllllllll'l'l'l4iI, I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I