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

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T H E T A T T L E R The Hunt BIG hunt was planned by Wayne Davis, Frank Swartz, Frank Wilson, John Meredith and Jay Fischer, on the coming Friday. The day set for the occasion, was bright and clear, but a little too chilly to suit Frank Swartz, so he remained in the house preparing the grub while the rest of the bunch got the harness and wagon ready. John Meredith, not knowing how to harness a horse, was compelled to ask Jay Fischer ' s assistance. Jay understood all about harnesses, and was very proud to think that he could show John the particulars. At last the outfit was ready, and the party climbed in, hit the horses and were off; but they had not gone far until Wayne remembered that the grub and Frank Swartz were being left behind. Wilson had a hard time turning those horses around on that road, and he complained about the people not making a road more than five rods wide so anyone could turn around without running into the fence. When they reached the starting place, all of them jumped out and ran into the house to see what was wrong with the cook. At once Wayne yelled out, “What’s the matter with you? Come and get in the rig, and don’t sit around that store all day.” “Well,” said Frank, “1 was waiting for these flat irons to get warm.” “Good gosh, what are the flat irons for?” bellowed John Meredith. { “To keep our feet warm while we are riding, of course,” spoke Frank, with the pride of one who has discovered something new. Finally Frank was force ! to leave his nice warm irons and climb into the wagon. Long was the ride that morning from St. Anthony to that great wilderness known as Island Park. Swartz got warm enough to eat lunch at noon, and at eight o ' clock that night they reached their camping place. Jay tended to the horses while the other boys fixed the camp for the night. As none of the boys liked to be out in the dark, they all were very soon sleeping quietly in their beds. They were up before the sun the next morning. Jay let the horses loose, and the others took their guns and started out to get a rabbit or a moose. Wayne was brave, so he took the part of the wilderness where the trees were the thick- est. Poor Wayne hunted all day and was just about back to camp, disheartened over his poor luck, when suddenly there came a crackling in the thick brushes. In a second the gun was at his shoulder and fired in the direction of the sound. Then, like a flash, he was gone to tell Jay and Frank that lie had killed an elk and he wanted the horses to haul him in. Frank and Jay wouldn’t believe this, although they had heard the shot. Jay said, “Well, I have turned the horses loose, and won ' t catch them again until I have seen your elk.” Then the three excited young huntsmen started in the direction where the shot had occurred. Wayne led them to the place where he had fired the shot, and then in the direction where it had traveled. About six rods from the place lay Jay’s big, Page Twenty-six

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T H E T A T T L E R The DuMont infield closed up, coming ' far in toward home plate to field a bunt which they all thought inevitable. The runner on third was running back and forth to worry the pitcher. The man on second was doing likewise. The coachers were signaling the runners to “play safe,” and shouting at the pitcher to unstring his nerves. James choked” his bat, as though he intended to bunt. The first ball he let go by and the umpire announced it a strike. The second one was passed up, and it also went as a strike. A cry of protest came from the Brenton bench. “You must make connec- tions, James! Hit the apple!” was their appeal, while the tall young pitcher coolly stood as though he had heard no sound. He now had had two strikes. The DuMont players backed up to their nor- mal positions. They knew James would not bunt, because if he did it had to be a “fair ball” or he would he out. They thought this would be too big a chance for him to take, consequently they backed up for a short hit. Anderson studied James for several seconds. He seemed to be undecided what curve he should give him. James released his choke” on the bat and gripped it at the end. Once more he cast a glance to third, as Anderson com- menced his delivery. As the ball came speeding up, shoulder-high, James slid his right hand down the bat, drew it in front of the ball, and laid a perfect bunt down third base line. The runner on third was flying to the plate while James raced for first. The DuMont third baseman scooped the hall and pegged it home. As the cloud of dust settled, and while the sun was casting its last golden rays across the Brenton hall park. Bill James was shaking hands and receiv ing his four thousand dollars that he had won from the DuMont fan. “Where are you from, James?” inquired the man who had lost the bet. I am from Boston, replied James. “I came out here to rest up a little after my season’s work with the Boston Nationals. I received a severe sprain in my right shoulder and came out here to rest it up a while before the World’s Series. I could not put much stufif” on the ball today on account of that sprain. “Are you Big Bill James of the Boston champions? inquired the gamester. “I am,” replied James. “You did not need to use much “stufif for this game. All you had to do was to use The Weight Above Your Eyes,” answered the loser, as lie left the field. — Editor. Page Twenty-Ike

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THE TATTLER eight hundred pound gray horse, dead as the dry limbs around him, with a bullet lodged in bis brain. Jay fainted and Frank and Wayne carried him back to camp, where he lay for three hours practically unconscious. In the meantime the other fellows arrived, but none of them had anything except Frank Wilson. He carried a small black bird, and was very proud of it, too. The bird was examined, and it was found that it had a broken wing and had been shot through the head also. This very plainly showed how Frank had got his game. He had been wandering along when suddenly he noticed a small, crippled bird hopping toward him. He became excited at seeing such game be- fore his eyes. Getting behind a tree he put the gun an inch from the bird’s bead and fired. Tbe first shot missed, but the next one took effect, and Frank picked up his game and proudly marched to camp. At last Jay became conscious and said he wanted to go home. Wayne and John were both homesick, and it was quickly decided that they, on the next morn- ing, would take the one remaining horse and go home. The next morning everyone was up early and hurrying with the work, so they could get home as soon as possible. Jav went after his horse, hunted for an hour, and returned with the de- spairing news that the horse could not be found. The only way for them now was to pull the wagon. All the boys were glad to help, but when they had gone about a half mile, Wayne and John gave out and insisted on being hauled. When another half mile had been traveled Jay started to complain about being- tired. so he was put in the wagon with the other little boys, leaving Wilson and Swartz to pull the load. They were big, husky fellows, and didn’t mind that a bit. John said that was much quicker and safer than with lay’s old horses anyway. When good old St. A. was finally reached, Wayne and John ran for home, Swartz and Wilson for the Joint to get some candy, and Jay carried the harness of the lost horses into the stable and there, to his surprise, was his horse that he had failed to find in the park, quietly eating the few leaves of hay left in the manger . — By Kenneth Rosenlof, ' 20. Page Twenty-seven