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

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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

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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 llllllllllliililiiilllliilillllllllllllllllltlllMlllllllllllllllllllllllllllliliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllliiiiililillllllllllllillillllllllliilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiik The Song Of The Student Drudge With eyes that were weary and red. With a dull and aching head A student sat in his study room When he should have been in bed. Work! Work! Work With all his main and might, Work! Work! Work From early morn till night. Cram! Cram! Cram! W hen the six weeks tests begin. And Cram! Cram! Cram! Till the semester grades are in. History, Latin and English, French and Geometry; Though he changes from one to another It’s the same monotony. Cram! Cram! Cram! By the pale electric light. And Cram! Cram! Cram! Through the silent hours of night. Oh, for a basket ball game. When nerves are out of trim. Oh for a stroll in the moonlight. Oh! for a dance in the gym! Study! Study! Study! In the crowded Assembly Hall; Study! Study! Study! With never a rest at all. Problems that wont be worked out. Translations that will not smooth. Always the faithful student Must stay in the same old groove. Page Thirty-two