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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THE REVEHLLE n l ALONZO AT THE GOLDEN GATE. Alonzo stood guard at the Golden Gate, With solemn mien and air sedate. St. Peter 's job he 'd received at last, To banish the bad and the good let past. Then suddenly there eame up the golden stairs, The high school rough-necks, arranged in pairs. First in the line were Buck and Jones, Eaeh with a beard and a ripe red nose. Good morning, Alonzo, they both said at last, To get our reward we ,ve both come to ask. Well, men, said Alonzo, 'Hwhat good have you done? But an answer to that they eould think of none. But suddenly both with tears did gasp, Oh. Alonzo! How eould you refuse that for whieh we do ask? Please let us enter the heavenly land, And play our harps with the rest of the band. Of us, Elijah, there is no doubt Of anything in heaven to bar us out, Welve attended ehurch three times a week, And every time got up to speak. But, oh, Elijah, wc love you so, To the pleasures of heaven do let us go, Welve done enough, good saints we 've been, So open up, Alonzo, and let us inf' Alonzo sat quiet and fumbled his staff, But suddenly broke forth with a merry laugh: You poor young rough-necks, you guardian of sin, How in the world do you expect to get in? Just then he arose with his hand on his breast, And on a table a button did press, And said to an angel who answered the bell, Escort there young rough-neeks around to -1 well. I PAGE FORT'Y-FOUR