Scottsburg High School - Reveille Yearbook (Scottsburg, IN)

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lilo T1-aa REVEJILLE ta l from each class room. The convicts came back to the assembly room, but the ogress sent most of them out again to another awful period of doom, and one E. A. Gladden held sway over the rest of the poor inmates for forty minutes. Then that sighing, hollow-voiced bell brought them all back again. Oh, how I pittied them! I knew not whither they went when they left that room, but from the expression on their faces, it must have been an awful place. The next to take the desk was a little, black-eyed imp, who tried to see everything that went ony a11d I think she succeeded quite well. Of course, the poor, de- mented creatures must have recreation of some sort, and they would persist in talking-but she would rather they wouldn't. It seemed that a sort of telegraph system had originated among the more brainy of the shut-ins. These were called Buck, Phineas, Bones and Doc. The signal was given by rattling an ink-well and then a lively conversation followed by means of the aforesaid rattling with- out anyone being the wiser f especially the praticipantsj. The old reliable note passing was going strong and a few were talking over their shoulders when the coast was clear. Who could blame them for stepping aside from the straight and narrow path just a little when they have to work so hard and be so quiet and dignified in class? This dignified part seemed especially distasteful to those known as Seniors. - But the .most pittiful sight l remember was that of a poor, thin, dwarfed, pale lad, known as Bosco Clark. I found that his term expires this year, and. oh, how glad the rest of the inmates will be to get him out of that awful place! o At last the day was over, and words fail me is I think how that poo1', de- crepit bunch did the lock step to the tune of a melancholy chant expounded by two of the inmates from a piano. I saw there was no chance for reform here, and left the building quietly, while no one was looking, but ever and aye will the memory of that 'tBlaek Hole of Caleuttan haunt my mind. I PAGE FORTY-TVVO ,. J' .

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illnhrrn Glnrture Y BUSINESS is to investigate prisons, and ,if possible, to eliminate all the inhuman instrumentalities therein. As you may well imagine, I make many startling and awful discoveries. I had just returned from a trip of mercy down to Jeffcrsonville, and had landed in Scottsburg via the I. 8 L. Upon inquiring of the officials as to the methods of torture in vogue, in this town, I was informed that the city was well provided for in that line. having one movie house, four churches, one or two calabooses, o11e good sized jail and last, but by no means least, a high school. XVell, I began to stroll around the town in search of said houses of torture. As I was going south from the square on Main Cross Street, I met a mob of hollow-eyed, skinny, half-starved, suffering creatures groping along the pave- ment, holding on to o11e another for mutual support. As I looked on my heart was filled with pity for these down-trodden remains. They came a11d came, so I decided to go and see from whence they issued. Also, I noticed little signs which were undoubtedly for the purpose of luring children on. A few of them read something like this: This Way fo Foai Years of Bliss. Another read: If You Would Have Your Orca Way and Do Just As You Please, Study Ilisiory with Me.-E. A. Gladden. And still another: If You Would Forsalfe the U. S. A. and Bc a Dutchman, Come Along. The last one read: No Work At All. No Trouble In Getting Out of the Building. We Don? Care if You Do1i't Keep Step.-W. L. Craig. And so ran the bait that caught the poor fishes. Just then I caught a glimpse of a gray, dismal, melancholy-looking struc- ture at the end of the street. The skulls of those who had perished there adorned the belfry and class colors, stained with blood of martyrs, streamed out from the fiag pole. I entered with chattering teeth. O, the awfulness of that hour! The cold sweat formed on my brow as the fumes of carbon disulphide permeated the atmosphere. I stole up the echoing stairs and hid behind a pile of skeletons to watch the afternoon 's proceedings. At exactly twelve-forty-five there ascended a mournful wail from somewhere in the belfry, and this seemed to be some kind of a signal, for the convicts came tottering in by twos and three. At o11e, a mighty ogress rose slowly from under a huge desk, and even the floor quaked. A sudden lull of deathlike stillness fell upon the assembly room and then the classes passed. A terrible crash and wail now went up from the Harmony class. This wailing or howling continued in spasmodic fits for a full forty minutes. Then a bell rang sharply and there was heard a quite audible sigh of relief escaping I AGE FORTY-ONE 1 .19 THE REVEHLLE 1

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