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

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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

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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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K l T H E, T A R G E T 'iTfTiTi5lilWTTii'i1'i'i v TTTFT iTiT1Tv1:j -l . Ll T h a t s l t ! gl The whistle blew! The crowd thrilled with expectancy! The first game of' the big tournament was on. Among the interested spectators was one who appeared to 'be more so than any others-not so much in the games as in the building and the people. In fact. so interested and attentive was 5 he that he closely rivaled Dr. McKibbin, who won the beautiful all -V tin cup, and certainly he should have been awarded, as runnerup , Burling- ton's leather basketball since they refused to accept it. .Session after session did this person attend, his fbiee always deeply l lined with a look ol' studied concentration and feverish worry. His chief fi object of attention seemed to be the young ladies ol' the crowd. Not in that P he paid any marked attention to any one of' them, but in that he seemed to fl 'be trying to determine from the group as a whole something of which all fi were guilty. . l He was heard to murmur, If the question was only 'what do they all , do' I would think it was chewing gum-or flirting. What did you say? asked the sweet young thing next to him. Oh-er-a- I said that Ewart is a good guard isn't he? Then, Say, you is haven't heard of any girls falling from the balcony have you? ' She looked at him blankly, assured him that she had not, and Whis- pered to her friend that she would like to knorw what kind of a program he had, for all she could read was Special for Basketball Fans with a lot of lit- tle black and white squares below it. She supposed the white squares were i the ones in which to write the names of the winning teams and the black the losing! The girls in the lunch room were mystified to hear a worried looking 5 man, al ter he had gazed into every receptacle in the room, ask if any girls had fallen into anything up there. They replied in the negative and told him they If did not think anyone had fallen into the pool either. il As he was again intently Watching the crowd on the last night of' the 25 tourney--that is watching the feminine portion of the crowd-he heard the j girl behind him say, Oh.! my dear, Number Two on the Eddyville team-it FQ was love at first sight! Fi That's it!! That's itll he yelled wildly. fi What'? Did he make another basket? ,T No, it's the word-love, a four-letter word beginning with l, meaning .1 what every girl falls in when she attends a basketball tournament, and with 9' a sigh of contentment he settled down to watch the Burlington game, the 'I first game he witnessed during the whole tournament. W i -Helen Milligan. al IIlllllllIIllIIllIIll!llllllllllllllllIIlilIl'l.l'l'l'l'l'lIl'l'l lll'l'l'lllllllll!f