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

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2 THE TATTLER E ft --TI CLASS HISTORY F AR AWAY in the land of somewhere amid the branches of the Rocky Moun- tains, which form a grand and picturesque scene for the Snake River Valley, is a high school, cuddled down into a small community. In this land of some- where can be seen the grand Teton Peaks, which stand silhouetted across the wide expanse of sky to the east. These glorious peaks form the footstool for the rising sun. To the west is the lofty and majestic Sawtooth Range, which forms the west- ern boundary of the Snake River Valley. It is now the year 1976 and I am sitting in my easy chair before my fireplace watching the glowing embers and crackling logs. My mind wanders back to this far away land of somewhere and as a single day pictures the most enjoyable four years of my life. To the right of me the sun bursts forth in all its splendor from behind the grand old Tetons glorifying the Snake River Valley. I see the class of 1926 as Freshmen entering the high school which will always be a shrine to us. I can to this day see our faces as we walked into that old assembly. We went in with a smile, ready to meet the hardships of the Freshman year. We had determination and perseverance which most Freshman classes have not. We let nobody run over us. We took our usual medicine smilingly. How we broke into society as Freshmen ! The parties ! Good times! And athletics! How we boys, down on the old “Gym” floor, danced with our girls, tripping along, looking down at our feet at every step we took. I remember how all of us “Freshies” used to blush and stammer when we asked a girl to dance. Algebra and English were easy along side this task. The sun rises a little higher in the east and I see us look down on the green stock this time. How big we felt in doing so! We started out very strong this year and ended the same way, as has always been the case with the class of 1926. One outstanding feature of the year, and it will always stand forth in our memories, is the work of Charlie Bauer, our class advisor, who pulled us up into the front ranks in athletics. We fought hard and our labors were rewarded. We had reach- ed the second rung of the “High School Ladder of Knowledge.” The sun now rises past the zenith and is slowly descending. I see us entering upon our Junior year. We numbered forty-five that year. That was the year that we shone forth in the school like radium. The haughty Seniors were not even our superiors, so we thought. We had picnics, parties and last and by far not least, the Junior Prom, at which even the Seniors stood and wondered, when they first saw the decorations. We were well represented in athletics and debate. No one could excel our boys and girls in athletics and we fought to the last. The sun is now setting in the west and we, the Class of 1926, are going on into the world. We set standards which other classes try to achieve. We gave the best that was in us, but finally had to pass on and do other things. As the darkness comes on, tears come to my eyes, and how I wish I could live even one day of that life over again. — B. S. ’26 1926 r