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

Page 19 text:

nit iiiiiiiiiiiii i iiiiiiii: iiiiiiiiin 1 111 min ii i ii iiiiiiiin i mi mi 1 1 mi mi i mi i mini 1 1 iiinn i limn i mi in 1 1 in i inini mi n n i m i min 1 1 iiiini min EDWARD CALLOW Vice President of Class of ' 19: President of Student Body, ’17; Assistant Editor of Tattler, 19; active member in Athletics; writer for the Tattler four years; Valedictorian of Class of ’19. A mighty brain, a will to endure. Passions subdued, a slave to none. A heart that is brave and strong and sure, A soul that is noble, great and pure, An innate hatred to all that is shallow. To express more words — fail us, Ed. Callow. HELEN SIMPSON Pianist in High School Orchestra and for High School Chorus; Secretary of Student Body, last semester 1919. “There is a lady sweet and kind. Was never face so pleasing to my mind; Her gestures, motion and her smiles. Her voice, her whole demeanor, one’s heart beguiles, Her charm and winning looks. Will make a philosopher burn his books.’’ VIVIAN BUSTER Treasurer of Student Body, ’18: Vice Presi- dent of Class of ’19; Literary Editor of The Tattler, and Reporter when a Freshman; Fare- well Address by Vivian at Commencement. Her laughter ripples like a brook. Its sound a heart of stone would soften, Though sweetness shines in every look, Her laugh is never loud or often. In mirth and woe her voice is low. LUCILE ALLEN President of Senior Class, 1919: Pianist in the High School Orchestra; Writer for The Tat- tler, ’19. “Shall I compare thee to a summer ' s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate, A perfect woman nobly planned, To war, to comfort and command. And yet a spirit still and light. With something of an angel life.” HERBERT ORIN McINTVRE Secretary and Treasurer of Class of ’19; Vice President of Class of ’19; Historian of Class. The man o’ independent mind. He looks and laughs at a’ that; The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’ that; That sense and worth were a’ the earth. May bear the gree, and a’ that. He is the king of men for a’ that . Page Seventeen

Page 18 text:

THE T iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMuiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimi: A T T L E R inn 1 1 inn in 1 1 1 1 n tun i mi i in 1 1 iiiiin 1 1 iiiniii i iiiiini i him Seniors LOUIE DAVIES Sophomore Class Reporter, ’17; four years ac- tive in Athletics; Secretary and Treasurer of Class of 1919; Calendar Reporter, T9; Class Will at Commencement. A dancing shape and image gay, To haunt, to startle, to waylay, Whose looks are coy, sometimes cold, Whose very frowns are fairer far Tlian smiles of other maidens are. CHAS. W. BAUER President of Class T7; President of Student P ody, T8; Assistant Judge of Student Body Court, T7; took part in Dramatics, “Sylvia,” T6; Treasurer of Student Body, T 7; Worker for The Tattler, and took active part in School athletics; Salutatory of Class. How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another’s will, Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill. This man is free from servile bands, Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all. RUTH PEMBLE Secretary and Treasurer of Senior Class; a worker for The Tattler; active member in Girls’ Basketball; Class Poet. To see her is to love her, And love but her forever, For nature made her what she is, And never made another. J. ARC CAMERON Secretary and Treasurer of Class of T9; Pres- ident of Class of T9; Yell Master of High School, T8 and T9; Advertising Manager of Tattler, T9; Writer for Tattler four years; Orator of Class. The love he bore to learning was in fault In arguing, too, the school owned his skill, While words of learned length and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing audience ranged round, And still they gazed and still their wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew. MABEL FERNEY One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired her nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lighten over her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. Page Sixteen

Page 20 text:

THE TATTLER lllllllllllllllllllllllltllNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIillllllllllllllllllllllll Seniors And How Ye Shall Know Them This world that were a livin ' in; Is mighty hard to beat, W ith every rose you get a thorn, But aint the roses sweet? — V. B. Alas for him, alas for it, Alas for you and I, To this I think I raise my mitt, To dry my weeping eye. — C. B. Young saw in the assembly, A maid — he nearly fainted. Oh, my! oh, my! he gave a cry. Yd, Yd like to get acquainted. — E. C. PHILOSOPHY A little iron — a cunning curl, A bit of powder — a pretty girl, A little rain — always she goes A plain little girl — with a freckled nose. — A. C. I cheer, I help, I strengthen, I aid, I gladden the heart of man and maid. And all are the better for knowing me. — R. P. Lives of great men all remind us We should strive to do our best. And departing leave behind us. Note books that will help the rest. — I. K. FAMOUS SAYINGS “ Young man, this is America .” — A. C. “What I must do concerns me.” — C. B. “Little but mighty. Wasnt Napoleon small?” — C. K. “I shall leave large footprints on the sands of time.” — F. G. THEY WALK AS THOUGH THE BAND WERE PLAYING “HAIL TO THE CHIEF.” Page Eighteen