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

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THE TATTLER iiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiinniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiimiim Have you ever stopped for a moment And sat down in a deep sea of mud, So weak, so tired and weary. Your feet all covered with blood? Have you ever struggled to be manly While the wierd forms surround you and leer And your heart in blind passion cries slaughter? It’s a devil — a monster — that fear! Have you ever tried to sleep in the open, Lying shivering, wet on the ground. Or to crawl in a damp barn for shelter While the bombs drop thickly around? Have you clenched hands that were frozen. Striving vainly the life blood to flotv? My God, it’s a night full of horror! I have been there, and I know! (Written by an A. E. F. Soldier shortly after the battle of Argonne Forest .) Page Twenty-eight

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1IIIIIIIMI tllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Soldiering In France It is just a few lines I am writing , As I sit in a barn-loft in France, And weary weeks and months of hardships Pass before me all in a glance. And it is to you back home, “ Over Yonder , Know naught of the trials we bear. That I speak though not complaining Of a soldier s life Over Here. Have you ever started from somewhere. And walked mile after mile thru the night. Knowing not whither you are going Or how long until rest is in sight ? And the rain beats down upon you. And you ' re wet clear thru to the skin. Yet you know your journey s just starting. As another mile you begin. Have you ever seen shafts of light pierce the dark As the guns burst forth uith a roar. And the very earth trembles with terror. W hile the wind shrieks in fury for gore? Yet you plod ever onward in silence. Only knowing the plight you are in: That your pack is so awfully heavy And your clothes are dreadfully thin. Have you ever felt a burning within you. That heartache for home far away, IF hich no fair maiden can alter Nor dreams of great power can stay? Have you ever seen life stop so sudden — Just a passing moment, that ' s all? Yet ivith it fond hopes and ambitions Are crumbled to atoms and fall. I ' age Twenty-seven

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII The Wreck of Queensbury Knight The storm on the land was a display most grand Of the elements on a wild foray; Great trees crashed as the lightning flashed And the unburdened wind shrieked in ecstasy. But the storm on the sea caused many a tragedy Among the small and the aged craft , For e ' en goodly shifts were tossed like chips. And fear reigned fore and aft. The Queensbury Knight, made a gallant fight Against the Tritons, with the open sea as her goal. She struggled from the light that shone on the right. Which marked the dangerous Polynesian shoal. The captain grim watched till the morning dim Pictured, in a wiercl gray eerie light. The battered ship still held in the grip Of the God of Storms, of Danger, and Might. Aboard all was confusion, with oaths in profusion. As all rushed to and fro; And womens shrieks, mingled with the report of new leaks. And panic added to the horror and woe. Th ship was sinking, every seam was leaking, Th reaves of the deep rushed to the fray; Impatient at the restraint was their only complaint. And again they rushed over the prey. Th(‘ life boats were stranded as if previously branded By Fate, on the reefs of that South Sea Isle; No escape could be had for the good or the bad; Nemesis was impartial; some died cursing, others with a smile. Men have died in glory, praised in song and story. But none were ever more brave or noble than those If ho lie in a watery grave, unmarked by slab or stave Recorded in Heaven as, “ Those whom 1I ’ hath chose. Page Twenty-nine