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

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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

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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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u u u m:i.v1i.'npm:i:i.v.i.'u.mivqiivioiiiiiv, TH E, TARGET iiiIi.'i1'i n.vmviigigiiiizv.i:i'L'i.v.v. A Noise at Night And they say his ghost haunts this house still . finishd Louise. Ethel, Mildred. and I huddled closely together. I will adlnit that we four girls were frightened as we sat up in bed while Louise told stories. The great, rambling, old manor seemed immense after our house. Shutters banged, the wind walled through the pines. We saw clearly that it was going to require some courage to spend the night there. How much more courage it would have taken to leave! A None of us could sleep. We lay awake listening. Listening for what? Far down stairs, sounding as though it came from a cavern in the earth. came the gong of the grandfather clock. in Ten, eleven, twelve. we whif-pered. Midnight! Then, a gust of Wind. and frcm the foot of the stairs a soft tread was audible. We clutched one another, hardly daring to breathe. The pit-pat of the footsteps crept into the front parlor: retui ning it continued until we were straining our ears to follow. Then it seemed as though our strange visitor were circling back and going over the same route as before. What? Who? W hy? Each girl wasthinking the same thing. The rest of Louise's family were gone. Even if one of them had returned, why should he walk round and round in that distracting manner? Moreover, the doors were locked securely: we had made certain that no one could ente-r un- invited. Anyway, if we had overlooked some door or window, surely the dog would have scented the intruder. It was maddening to hear that monotonous step. We sat tense, ex- pectant, in speechless agony. All at once the monotony ceased. for it was slowly creeping up the back stairs. Gradually, carefully the sound approached. Our blood chilled. We were unable to speak, unable to move. In the adjoining room the steal- thy' tread ended. There was a rustle and then, Bang! We all followed Louise as she ,jumped out of bed, flung open the door and switched on the light. There before us we beheld the object of our ter- ror, Bingo, the lovable shepherd dog. In the dark he had knocked a chair over. . I Good grief! exclaimed Ethel. Is that all? It was. -Ethel Van Hon. IllIlllll'l'l,'l1l'l'lllll'l'lLl'lfYQflfl'l'l,'lIll!Illlllilllllllllllllllllllllllllll v.l.l.l.lx5fi fl 1 Pi Zi il il .l El 1 L at Bl tl H. M if if Qi fi 'Q Q1 :i sl Sl fl .. gi Qi fl 'I Qi 'fflfil