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

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIII|||||||||||||||||IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII|||||||||||||||||||||||||| Psalm of Modern Life Tell me not in ragtime numbers Life is but a vaudeville joke; For the guy gets left who slumbers, And the slothful gink goes broke. Life is speedy, life is huried; Life is speedy, life is hurried; And at that we’re always worried Lest we take some fellow’s dust. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow. Makes us pause beside the way. For we know we’ll starve tomorrow. If we don’t make good today. Life is short, and time is beating All past records in its flight; Soon of mornings we’ll be meeting Ourselves going home at night! In the world’s big game of grabbing Everything that’s worth two beans. Each of us is madly stabbing At success — by any means. Trust no man, but get the money ! Capture it, alive or dead. Get it by fair means — or phony — Anything to get ahead! Lives of grabbers all remind us We must grab and graft and fleece. Keeping one eye trained behind us. Lest we’re grabed — by the police! Grabbed, perhaps, and sent to languish Where we’ll wear a ball and chain. While the world mocks at our anguish; Mocks us and takes heart again. Page Thirty

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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

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THE TATTLER IIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIimillMI That Flu Stuff If you have a tummy-ache. It ' s the Flu! If you re weary when you wake. It ' s the Flu! Is your memory off the track ? Is your liver out of whack ? Are there pimples on your back? It ' s the Flu! Are there spots before your eyes ? It’s the Flu! Are you fatter than some guys? It’s the Flu! Do your teeth hurt when you bite? Do you ever have a fright? Do you want to sleep at night? It’s the Flu! Are you thirsty when you eat? It’s the Flu! Are you shaky on your feet? It’s the Flu! If you feel a little ill. Send right off for Dr. Pill; He will say, depsite his skill: It’s the Flu! He won ' t wait to diagnose. It’s the Flu! Hasn’t time to change his clothes. It’s the Flu! For two weeks he ' s had no rest. Has no time to make a test. So he’ll class you with the rest — It’s the Flu! Page Thirty-one