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

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THE TATTLER Seniors LENA “PEGGY” ARD A new addition to our class. Comes here with an excellent record as a basketball player. Immediately gained the friend- ship of the entire school. “Bedecked her cap with bells of every clime.” ORION “DOC” LOUIS Businesslike and independent. Treasurer of Senior class, first semester. Sargeant of Company 1. Policeman of the Student Body Court. Athlete and booster for the school. “Dignity and love do not blend well, nor continue long together.” PHEBE “SHORTY” ARNOLD Quiet. Good student and has man) ' friends both among the students and the faculty. Likes to tease the freshmen boys. Interested in all high school activ- ities. Writer for The Tattler. “One honor won is surety for more.” Page Twenty

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THE T A T T L E R Weight Above The Eyes T was Thursday evening. In the hotel lobby of the town of Brenton a small group of the town sportsmen were gathered talking about the game the Blue Ridge League was to play on the following day between Brenton and DuMont. This game was to decide the championship of that League, and had been looked forward to with tense joy and keen expectations. As the close of the season had grown nearer and nearer, excitement had risen and interest became intense. While these men were loudly talking and arguing among themselves as to the best team of the two, a tall young man, about the age of twenty-five, entered the lobby. His appearance was that of a clean-cut athlete, with the typical broad shoulders, and long arms ; his whole body was lithe and well poised. He sat down near the small congregated crowd of men, pulled a newspaper from his pocket and commenced poring through its columns. He had not been reading long when the manager of the Brenton baseball team came in, accom- panied by several of his players, and joined the crowd of men. “I will bet you four to one, Nelson, that you lose tomorrow’s game,” said one of the men to the Brenton manager. “I refuse to bet money on a team that I’m managing,” replied Nelson. “I will take a thousand with you, on that four-to-one proposition,” came a voice outside the crowd. Turning around they saw the young man in a grey suit approaching them. “Who is it who wants to make that bet?” he inquired. “I do,” was the reply of the luck-man. The next day was a live one in Brenton. At 2 o’clock the band was playing- on the streets, and a general unrest and commotion was noticeable all around the little city. At 3 o’clock people were swarming by the hundreds to the ball park to witness the championship contest between these two fast aggregations. Soon the grandstands and bleachers were packed to capacity with ardent lovers of the national pastime. At 3 :30 the batteries for the respective teams were announced by the umpire : “For DuMont, Anderson and Webb ; for Brenton, James and Dodge. Play ball !” The game was on ! The Brenton players trotted to their respective positions and James commenced loosening his salary arm. After pitching several balls to his catcher, Dodge, the umpire commended, Play ball ! The first batter to the plate for DuMont was a short man, and as he took his position he crouched low over the plate, drew his bat back to his shoulder and carefully scrutinized his opponent in the box. James received a signal from his catcher, but be shook his head negatively. The signal was changed, and James began a slow wind-up. “Ball one!” announced the ' umpire, as the horse-hide landed into the catcher’s mit, a little high of its mark. The little batter for the DuMont team displayed his craft very cleverly. He again assumed his crouching position, only this time he crouched still lower. His plan being to draw free trans- portation to first base. Page Twenty-two