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

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THE TATTLE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIimillllllllllllllllll Talent Unequaled A school is the place for talent, And I wont acknowledge this one as slow; But in all schools . the same as ours. Talent will always have time to grow. Take, f or instance, our most prominent man. This man is John Meredith, indeed. In love affairs he is second to none. For in this he is helped to succeed. Our High School is also gifted W it h Talcott Hopkins a lawyer-to-be ; The sixties he receives in commercial law Will not mar his demand for a fee. Our musical ability is not overlooked. For Brud Hendricks, the muscular gent. Can certainly bring tears to the eyes of the crowd W hen. to the melodious drum, his efforts are bent. Included among the High School roll, A great Latin student have we; His knowledge of Caesar is unsurpassed ; This lad is undoubtedly Paul Gray. Fran Armstrong, although a very small child. Shows his ability on the basket ball floor; Fran sometimes gets angry; but always appears mild. He is the cause of our always high score? Many other talents, too numerous to note. Are the gifts of our intelligent crowd: But to absorb the meaning of our beloved books Is like the sun shining through a cloud. K. R., ’ 20 . Page Twenty-nine

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THE TATTLER IIIIIIIIIIIIIMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII the ball went back to Colgate. Colgate found the opposing line a stone wall, and could not make an inch. The beginning of the second quarter found Cornell with the ball on Col- gates ' s thirty yard line. With a forward pass to the right end they carried the ball twenty yards, but they failed to go any farther, and the ball was lost. “Signals, punt formation,” called Anderson, and the ball was kicked into the enemy’s territory where it stayed until the first half was over. Neither side had scored. “Boys,” said Coach Harney, “we must win this game. You are holding them back all right, but you are not getting anywhere with the ball. Make a touch-down and we will have them beat.” Each side went back on the field with a determination to win. Cornell received the ball, but was able to make no farther than Colgate’s forty yard line. The ball was still there when Colgate took it. With a forward pass and an end run they carried it to the enemy’s twenty yard line. Here they lost their distance and the ball went to Cornell. “Signals, 48, 97, 34,” called the quarter back, and the fullback had the ball and was tearing down the field with Anderson after him. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw his peril, and with an effort he tried to throw himself aside, but Anderson had him, and brought him down with a thud on the ten yard line. Cornell lost the ball on downs and Colgate gradually worked the ball back to Cornell’s forty yard line. The whistle blew, and the third quarter was over. “Anderson, 1 want you to make a touch-down this quarter,” said the coach to him as he sucked on a lemon. “I’ll try,” replied Anderson. There was little change in the first part of the quarter, but towards the last Colgate was steadily making headway. It looked like they might make a touch- down, but at the last minute of play the ball was five yards from Colgate’s goal, and in the enemy ' s possession. “Signals, punt formation,” called the quarter-back, and Anderson ran back to receive the ball. It was one of Cornell’s famous long distance kicks, but when the ball came down, Anderson was there to receive it. And with the ball tucked under his arm he dashed toward the enemy’s goal. He was like a streak of lightning, straight-arming one and dodging the next, he finally fell between the goal posts with half a dozen men hanging to him. He had made a touch-down. Anderson had twice saved the day. He was carried from the field on the shoulders of his comrades. The look that the coach gave him, as he grasped his hand was worth more than the roar of applause from the spectators. “1 knew vou would do it,” the coach exclaimed. IV. ., ' 22. Page Twenty-eight

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the tattle r mini Fleeting Time Have you ever in your childhood Thought Old Times so dreadful slow. And wound and wound with all your might To try and make them go? Have you waited for the summers, And waited for the falls. Looking for the future To bring some brighter calls? But oh, why cant we realize. Before it is too late, The free happiness of all our life Is in our schoolhood days. In looking back o’er memories Of all our High School life We realize with wonder There was sunshine more than strife. We ? ll miss the dear old high school W hen we get beyond its walls, We’ l miss Miss Wood’s “no talking, girls,” When we gossip in the halls. We’ll miss those “tardy” lectures As the Sophomores straggle in; Or a Freshman peeks around the corner To see if school’s “begin.” We’ll miss Miss McKinney’ s blushes. As she scolds amid her smiles. And Miss McDougair s cheerful laugh W hen she chats with us a while. Page Thirty