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

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII What’s In A Name” OU see it started tins way: Harry met John on the street early in May and suggested going on a picnic. “For,” he said, “if you are leaving for Venice and I for Florence so soon, we must have our outing or we will lose out entirely.” John agreed, and said he knew of a fine picnic ground not far from the town of Yaudrvville, where there was a beautiful Ferny Bauer, which was always full of Phebes, Jays and other wild birds in the spring. This Bauer was located in a thick Grov-er Wood and to get to it one had to pass under an Arc which was always covered with roses. Not far away was situated a beautiful Lake where they might be able to catch a few Trout or some Min- nies. Harry thought this would be a splendid place, and they immediately consulted Hazel and Bessie about the matter. The girls were very much enthused, but Amy-able little Hazel wanted to know how they were going to go. “Oh,” said Harry, “that is easily settled. I’ll take you in my Hudson Car.” “But Wil-ma let me ride in that car?” asked Bessie. “Why of course she will.” replied John ; “your mother likes you to have a good time.” Soon it was decided when they should go and the boys went to get their car ready while the girls prepared the lunch of sandwiches, a bottle of Hynds pickles, a salad, cake, Cherries and several good things to eat. Before long they were traveling toward the Forest, but they had not gone far when they met Lewis the Miller and Custer the Potter, who told them they were breaking the Laws by going so fast, and that they would have to pay a fine. The boys were Young, Wealthy, Fre-men, so they did not mind this in the least. When the fine was paid they continued on their journey and had just reached a turn in the road, from where they could see the Spires of an ancient castle, when they ran into a mud puddle and the Costlev Hudson Car stuck fast. There was but one thing to do and that was for the boys to push the car through the mud. So Harry began pushing while John pulled on a rope he had tied to the front of the car. “Pull Harder. John, but be careful you don’t Buster,” cried Harry. John pulled Harder, but alas, the rope broke and poor John tumbled into the mud and saw Stars. When he got up he sneezed, “K’rshaw, K’rshaw,” and said afterwards he thought he was a Dedman. Harry suggested that they should not try pushing and pulling any more as it seemed to have a bad effect on John. Suddenly Hazel noticed a plank by the roadside and suggested that it be used as a bridge for the girls to walk on, from the car to the dry ground. Soon all were standing on dry ground. They were not out of their difficulty yet, but they were hungry and began looking for a suitable place to eat their lunch. They discovered by scouting Page Twenty-three

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THE TATTLER very good plays were made by the Wabash squad. They began to feel stronger. They were getting encouraged. The signals worked splendidly and the Clemensville squad seemed to be at a loss to understand the new routine of things. The ball came nearer and nearer the Wabash goal. Jack received the signal for an end run. He darted around the left end, straight- armed his opponent, and carried the pigskin safely over the Wabash line. The score was a tie, although Wabash had a chance for a goal kick. She made it, just as the whistle told the game was over. Clemensville had been beaten by a score of 6 to 7. Jack was the idol of the game, and was carried about the field on the shoulders of his comrades. It was in the dressing-room, however, that the truth came to light. Jack told the Coach and the squad that he saw Wallace give several signals away, and sam him deliberately disregard the interference made for him. So that it was he, and not Lewis Staker, who broke Wallace Reid’s ankle. When Wallace was questioned by the Coach he made confession, and everything was made clear. Knowing or feeling that Wabash was a rival to be feared, and desperate to win the game, it was planned bv Clemensville to send Wallace to Wabash for the despicable purpose of making the team, learn- ing the signals, and reporting results to Clemensville. For once, ingenious intrigue failed, and Wabash proudly remained an unquestioned victor. J. A. C„ T9. Page T wenty-two

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THE TATTLER iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiuiiiimiiliiiimiiiiimiiiiiii around that not far from where they stood, at least it did not look far, was a large Woodyfield and they immediately set out to walk to it. Since he was Armstrong, the duty of carrying the basket was given to John. By the time they reached the place selected they were so tired and hungry that they lost no time in Fletcherizing their lunch. They sat quietly eating when suddenly Bessie cried: “Look! what kind of flower is that?” Hairy was very startled but he managed to reply, “I cannot Seawell, but I think it Is-a-bell.” After they had rested a few minutes they began the journey back to the cai. They had not gone far, however, when Harry discovered he had left his copy of Milton which he had taken with him, so while Harry returned for Milton the others sat by the wayside and rested. By the time they had reached the Hudson they found it would be neces- sary to use Allen’s Foot Ease when they arrived home. But how were they going to home? This was the question. Providence, it seemed, was working for them, for soon the Earl of Munk and his brother, Or-son, came down the road in a Baine wagon and said, “Hop in and come t oArville, which is only a few miles up the road. There you can get someone to take you Home.” And so accordingly their trouble was settled, and everyone rejoiced. A. M. i ' ate Twenty-four