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

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THE TATTLER iMitiiiiMiii mini iiiiiiiiiiii i iiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiimiin i i linn i iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii rode like demons for. the border. The rangers pursued them without success. McNally disarmed Red and covered him with a gun. By the time the rangers had returned he had regained consciousness. When he raised his head he saw McNally before him with a formidable looking six-shooter in his hand. He felt for his own guns but found them gone. Then he began laughing. He always laughed in the face of danger. McNally said, “I sure got you good this time, Red.” Red replied, “Well, it looks that way.” McNally ordered him to mount his faithful black horse, which had carried him safely out of danger so many times, but now it seemed to carry him to the scaffold. McNally told him that any attemipt to escape would mean death. Red rode slowly in front of the rangers, and smiled grimly as he thought of the hangman ' s rope. In front was a sharp turn in the road. Now was his chance. His knees sightened on the sides of the black. Just a little luck and he would be a free man again. Suddenly that great black horse leaped from the ground. Two more leaps and he was around the bend. A bullet cut a button from his shirt and some leather from the saddle horn. McNally dug his spurs deep into the sides of his big steed, but unfortunately the horse stepped into some shell rock and fell. The others reined up to keep from running over the captain. All this time the great leaps of the black were lengthening the distance between his master and the law. Soon the rangers were hot in pursuit again. Red Reckless was forced to put his horse to his best to keep out of range. At the border he drew rein ; then turned and watched the cloud of dust that drew nearer and nearer. The blood was still running down across his face. He pushed the mass of bloody hair back out of his eyes. When they were in hearing distance he shouted, “Does it still look like you got me?” K. R., ' 22. Page Twenty-six

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THE TAT T L E R titiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiHiiMiiiiiittiiiiimimiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiimi iiinii i iimiiiiiiiiiiii:iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiMiiiiiM imim iiiiiimniiiMiiiiiiii niinii The Escape of the Prisoner EE RECKLESS was a cattle rustler and the leader of the most : desperate gang in Texas. His home was in the saddle, and he could split a card turned edgeways at twenty paces with his 38 Colts. He sat beside a large fire place in a cabin which was his headquarters. He had sent Sledge Hume, his right-hand man. to Cottonwood that afternoon, for tobacco. It was now eight o ' clock and he had not yet returned. Suddenly Red stiffened in his chair, then quickly walked to the window. The faint beating of a horse ' s hoofs could be heard, and in a few minutes Sledge leaped from his horse and entered the house. His shirt was stained a dee] ' ) red on the right shoulder. Who has been using you for a target, old man? asked Red Reckless. Sledge Hume drew a chair up to the fire-place and sat down before answer- ing. ‘‘I was just settin - down to a card game over at Cottonwood when that ranger. Captain McNally, dropped in the joint. He knowed me and opened fire. I made a forced march to old Pronto and took French leave. W hen bullets come that close they don ' t sing ‘Home, Sweet Home Home ' to me. 1 he smile which always lighted the face of Red disappeared. He never laughed when he was talking business. “Sledge, the rangers are startin ' to make it hot for us. We have got to make one more haul and vamoose. The Xeuces country has a posse out after us now. 1 hey are wild about the murder of old Lawson. If we can get away with this deal at Rodgers tomorrow night we can retire from business for a few months. They are goin to drive the whole heard down as far as Glenwood. 1 here they will divide them. Half goes north for shipment, the rest goes south for the winter, and only one man is to be left at Glenwood. All we have to do is get rid of this one man and drive the whole works across the border. What do you say, Sledge? It sounds good, but it irav not work out so well. answered Hume. ‘‘Anyway it is worth trying. 1 will send the bovs to Glenwood tomorrow. We will meet them at midnight, and by daybreak w e will be over the line. I hat night the gang met at Clenwood and jogged slowly toward the cattle camp. A body of some twelve men, led by McNally, was headed for the same goal. He had heard of the intended raid, and wanted to capture Red. When he reached the camp, he stationed his men along the trail where the gang would pass. He did not have long to wait, for soon the approaching horses could be heard. Closer and closer they came until the figures of five men could be per- ceived in the darkness. One of McXallv ' s men stepped out into the trail and or fired them to throw up their hands. The only answer was the sharp report of a gun. and the ranger fell in a crumpled heap. Another man had gone down before the deadly fire of Red when a bullet from one of the rangers struck him above the eye. He whirled and fell from his horse, while the rest of the gang Page T wenty-five

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THE T A T T L E R I1IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIMIIIII1IIIIMI Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll How Shifty Anderson made Fame as a Football Star OR a week great excitement had prevailed at Colgate. On the coming Friday Colgate ' s football team was to play Cornell, at Cor- nell. It was nearing the close of the football season, and Cornell had wen every game up to this time. A team that could do that was a team to be feared. Colgate had been beaten once this season by these stars, and she had decided to even the scores by trimming Cornell in the coming game. Coach Harney had drilled his men hard all week. They had run through some new signals, and a spirit of victory seemed instilled in them. They were now prepared to fight for the game. At last the great day arrived, and except for a slight breeze from the south- west it was all that could be desired. At three o ' clock the game was to be called, and at two-thirty, Coach Harney had his men assembled in the locker room. ‘‘Boys, he said, we are going to win this game, and I want every fellow to play his best, for we are up against a tough proposition, and you have go t to be on your toes all the time. You linemen must hold them from coming through. Now go out and run a few signals and get warmed up. “Anderson, called the coach, as the men were passing out of the building, “we are expecting great things of you today, and we want you to live up to expectations.” “I ' ll do my best. replied Anderson. At three o clock the game was called. Thousands of spectators were lined along the side lines, expectant and impatient, to see the biggest game of the year. Colgate won the toss and chose to receive. The men were all lined up in their respective positions. Their nerves were on edge as they stood shivering, waiting for the whistle to call the game. 4 he whistle blew, Cornell kicked the ball into the left end ' s territory, and one man grabbed the ball and ran forward, but was downed on Cornell ' s forty- yard line. “Signals. called Anderson, “3, 4, 6, 45, and the right half was downed before he had made ten steps. Then Anderson called for a forward pass to the left end. but the ball came back as incomplete. He then called for an end run, but the fullback was downed before he had made four yards. “Fourth down and seven to go,” called the referee. The left half failed to make the distance, and Cornell got the ball. They tried a series of line bucks and end runs, but failed to make their gains; then Page Twenty seven