St Anthony High School - Tattler Yearbook (St Anthony, ID)

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“THE ROCKIES” To the east are the wonderful Rockies, While the Sawtooth forms the west rows, And between these wonderful mountains The grand old Snake River flows. It heads at the crest of the Rockies With its tributaries large and small ; From tbe source to the mouth of the river It has a most wonderful fall. While across this little valley Are the farms both great and rich ; And the enormous yields of these farms Are the results of the grand old ditch. It pours out its beautiful waters With effects of a drenching rain, And from this mineral liquid The farmers reap their grain. Were it not for this little ocean That merrily flows on its way, You could put in your vest pocket The yearly crops of hay. — Tv. “THE BRONCHO” By F. E. T. Tricky rascal, just a bluffer. Full of guile and crooked craft, Fooled his driver for a duffer ; Seemed to work, and only laughed. hen lie’s weary of the road, sir, All at once he goes dead lame ; When lie’s pulling all the load, sir, Ffe is bluffing just the same. When lie’s gentle, and you trust him, „ He has mischief in his head; hen at last you plan to bust him. Blame the pesky brute, lie’s dead. Page Nineteen

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“THE CRACK OF THE BAT” I admit I am fond of the singing of birds hen the sun rises over the hills ; And I own that I find a most wonderful charm In their delicate warbles and thrills. And at night as I sit when the fire’s aglow And lean back in my soft easy chair. Then let the pet records of music and song Drive away my vexations and care. There are sounds of the day that warm a man’s soul Which add to the fun and all that, But there was never a sound that stirs the red blood Like the sound of the crack of the bat. When you go to a game and all settled down And the bleachers around you are filled, When the “umps” has announced who the batteries are, While the great crowd around you is stilled ; When the batter steps up to the bright shining plate With his cap on the back of his head. And the pitcher turns loose with his sal- ary arm — And three strikes the umpir e has said, There are sounds from the crowd that give zest to the game And add to the fun and all that ; But there’s never a sound more pleasant to hear Than the sound of the crack of the bat. The thrills and fun derived from the sport Is why most of us go to the game ; ’Tis no matter at all if it’s not a safe hit, The joy we get is the same. When the pitcher again makes his great wind-up, And the ball strikes the mitt with a thump. Then your heart beats the faster with every cpiick play, With the coaching and shouts at the umps. There are thousands of things that add to the game, Which makes it “some” game and all that, But you jump to your feet with throat- cracking yells At the sound of the crack of the bat. When the batter he meets the ball square on the nose, Then the cup of your joy is brimful, While the ball, sailing free through the midsummer’s air. Speeds away toward the big wooden bull. If it proves a safe hit, so much for that. The thrills that you get are sure great. We like pitching and fielding, but hopes for a hit Is why most of us pay at the gate. Oh! Gabriel’s trumpet if properly blown May wake up the dead and all that, But there’s nothing I know makes a live one sit up Like the sound of the crack of the bat. — K. Page Eighteen

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“LEST WE FORGET” The habit of forgetfulness is undoubt- edly the greatest impediment toward ad- vancement. All habits, good or bad, are formed by repetition. The theory is: For every action there is an equal and contrary reaction. Or in other words, every action we make in favor of some evil habit there is an equal amount of energy or will power spent in resisting that action. The first action in forming a bad habit is fought by your will power. If you consent to let the will be over- powered the first time by the infant habit you strengthen the habit and weaken your will. The first time a person forgets what he has intended to remember he passes it off lightly. This is so repeatedly done until he cannot trust himself, but must trust notebooks. Then he is all but past redemption ; he must then either deter- mine to master his carelessness or con- sent to be mastered by it. If you are a slave to such a master, think seriously of the following instructions : “All evil habits may be destroyed by the man who really DESIRES to master them.” You should resolve every day until it ceases to be necessary to remember whatever you ought to remember. Ask yourself, “Why do I wish to remember this thing? Will anyone be harmed if I forget it? Will anyone be benefited if I remember it?” You should make up your mind what ought to be done now and what can be done later. Fix your program and then see to it that you ful- fill it to the letter, regardless of incon- veniences, because you are forging a habit of recollection and this is worth all else. The habit of forgetfulness is just like the habit of drinking. Before it can be conquered you must resolve and have a strong desire to conquer the evil, other- wise you are merely fighting the habit and leaving the desire unmolested to fight you. The old adage, “If you do not run the machine of life, that machine will run vou.” Page Twenty