Spencer High School - Spencerian Yearbook (Spencer, IN)

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S.H.S. SPENCERIAN 1923 THE NARROWVS A short distance north of Spencer, the truck of the I. K V. railroad makes a bend through one of the most picturesque valleys in Owen County. This cool, shady place, with its beautiful trees and splendid bits of SCl'I1L'1'Y mirrored in thu river, is the goal of many a summer afternoon stroll. MCCORMACIVS While McCormuck's Falls are not of any great size, they do possess remarkable beauty. The little creek threads its way through titanic walls of rock, makes its little plunge and wends its waxy through L'lJevil's Drive, HThe Palisades, 'AIlell's Hzilfac1'e, and on to the river. ...2 4.-

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S.H.S. SPENCERIAN 1923 Target Practice ' HITE RIVER was up-that slow sluggish stream that needed only a little sympathy from the clouds to make it leap to life, and become l l the greatest enemy of the farmers along its banks. As field after field was covered with the foaming waters, the little creatures that occul- pied the lowlands fled to the hills. Even the people began to move to higher ground. Company D, 112th Infantry, lately recruited from among the farmers around Rayville, dragged themselves from their blankets, and looked out upon another dreary morning. Would the sun never shine again? They didn't like the prospect of marching through the drizzling rain to the target range, a mile north of towng nor did they like the idea of lying on the wet ground, and firing at the same old bull's eye time after time, They enlisted to fight, but they had been here a week, always drilling, always firing at a dead target. It did not make them feel any better to have the captain tell them that they were the best marksmen, for recruits, that he had ever seen. They wanted to fight. Fall in! The order fell on unwilling ears. Had they not heard that same command at eight o'clock every morning for the last week? Had they not stood at attention every morning for fifteen minutes and listened to their captain's instructions ? Right, face! Forward, march! snapped the captain. The result was equal to a circus, for despitea week's training, the men faced every way but the right way, and it was fifteen minutes before the officers had them in hand. Up Washington Street, past the school building, they toiled, and entered the alley, leading to the target range. Little fury creatures, disturbed by the flooding of their homes, shot in and out among the briars, and sat up to watch the passers-by. When private Pat O'Keen stepped on a tuft of grass, out shot a rabbit completely upsetting him. This was too much. He calmly took a shot at the cause of his discomfort from where he sat in the middle of a puddle of water. A shot rang out from the other end of the line, and then another and another. That settled it. With a whoop of joy the whole company broke rank and scattered. The captain was furious. He bawled orders in a tone that would have made a sober company shake with fear. But these soldiers were drunk with joy, at once more being free, and the orders fell unheeded on their ears, as they ploughed up the sides of the hills in search of living targets. Within five minutes the captain and his two lieutenants were all that were left of the company. What the captain said would not do to repeat, but the gist of it was that all the Irishmen in the world were worth less than a day's wages, and that Pat O'Keen was the worst of the lot. 1261