Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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THE TIGER If Elrue Siaterlg linac f' 'lj T was hot-terribly hot. Everything about the farmhouse was as fx, A dry as parchment. The chickens in the orchard were spread out ft I J as far as they could spread themselves and were panting in the Kirby heat. The flowers, trees, and very buildings seemed to droop, wllted by the glaring, scorching sun. if-X34 ' There was but one spot that could be even possibly cool-the river. With all the speed one could make on such an afternoon, Calanthy, with a copy of Anderson 's Fairy Tales, sought the cool nook in the under- brush on the river 's bank. When she came to the bank she removed her brown and white striped stockings that were as faded as her brown and white checked apron and rolling them up she placed them i11 her heavy shoes and laid them in the trunk of a hollow tree. Ualmly she waded in and splashed down the river. Presently she came to the spot she sought-a vine covered wil- low, whose divided trunk made a delightfully cool and comfortable seat. With- out a qualm in her conscience as to the undone dishes and the small brother, left alone to roam abroad at his pleasure, she settled herself and leisurely fingered the pages of the book she had read at least five times. Her eyes lighted on The Princess Monetraf' Deep in the realms of golden-haired princesses and dark-eyed princes she was oblivious to all else. Little Toliver wasn't interested in Princesses and Princes, however, and tlalanthy was unbearably crabby when she had a book, so he looked on quite passively when Calanthy sauntered off to the river. With a glint of bottled up mischief in his eye that betokened ill to cats and dogs and small pigs, he followed the opposite direction to the barn. As he kicked about in the hay, hunting trouble, he found a large family of kittens. With a sudden inspi- ration he picked up the nearest one and returned to thehouse. He dumped the surprised kitten into the cream separator and set it going. The kitten slid around wildly on the slippery surface and then made a desperate leap and bounded through the kitchen door. Toliver laughed joyously and all his latent deviltry surged up in him. He grabbed a pocket full of clothes pins and started back to the barn after more cats. He found four and proceeded to fasten their tails together with his clothes pins and looked on in keenest enjoyment as the fur flew. Fiendishly he looked about for something else to disturb and finally headed for the river. As he passed through the cornfield he spied a little red pig, caked with mud. He caught the pig and squeezing it tightly under his arm went on to the river. Just a quarter of a mile down the river from Calanthy's secret abode was a deep hole where the water rushed past in a whirlpool. A log bridge, slippery with damp moss and river slime, spanned the hole and thither Toliver directed his footsteps. With an inherent dislike for dirt in such large quantities, he decided to give the pig a highly beneficial swim. Carefully he crawled out on the log and when he reached the middle he rose slowly and cautiously and prepared to drop the pig in, but the pig with a passionate aversion to good clear water squealed and squirmed madly. Toliver hadn't considered the wiggly nature of his captive and was wholly unprepared for any disturbance. First one foot slipped and then the other and both Toliver and the pig landed in the water. As he hit the water, Toliver screamed, but the scream was clicked as the water rushed over his head. With a start, Calanthy came back from Monetra's palace and tumbled out of her seat. With a wild fear in her heart she shot across the fields in the direction of the scream. She took a short cut and arrived at the scene of dis- aster just as gasping Toliver came up and issued another gurgly moan. ln a glance, Calanthy saw what had happened and with her lips firmly pressed to- gether and a look on her face that meant dire things for young Toliver, once he was out, she set about rescuing him in a very business like manner.

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Q5 THE TIGER Uhr Snmnamhulwt tBy his wife! A, :li K ALNVAYS told him he walked in his sleep but he never believed I 'f me until the other evening. It was about eight o'clock when William, attired in his smok- ing jacket and house-slippers, decided, since it was too early to retire and he was tired and sleepy, that he would lie on the daven- port but would not go to sleep. In this. however, he failed for soon I heard him snoring loudly. I concluded that he had dropped off, so I again busied myself with my knitting. Suddenly he sat upright! I waited anxiously. lf he was going to wander about I wanted to prove it. .f is Q. uv 4 :T 3 4. i.. 'ld 4 52.71 Tvs f I, f I A22 :ma ' 7 Mercy Susan! Stand back don't you see he's comin at breakneck Y 1 speed? came from the sleeping man. Who is? I inquired not knowing whether 1 would be taken in on the conversation or not. Why it's Joe Belder on that race horse of his, he's tryin' to get it broke afore the races. Get back! Quick! There that 's better. On this he jumped up and ran toward me. Wow! She's a peach but she can 't beat Black Beauty! Where 's my whip Susan? I musta dropped it-Oh l--Here 'tisl VVith this he grabbed up an umbrella and a pillow which were near. Come on Mary. With these words he motioned to the hat rack, but I knew he was asleep and meant me, so I was not insulted. I followed him meekly around the room twice until he by accident found the door, opened it and we went out. VVhat would he do next? It was amusing until I saw that he was going toward the horse stables. VVould he try to ride that horse? Black Beauty was a spirited animal, but if I could get him to do something else until he made himself more ridiculous and I could prove to him he was a somnam- bulist. I must do it. So I asked him if I could get his horse for him while he fixed his boots. Ah! how it worked-quite unconsciously he began to slip off his slippers and put them on again, the right one on the left foot and the left one on the right foot. I hurried into the barn, put a bridle on mv saddle-horse and returned in just a. few minutes. My husband by this time had seated himself upon the pillow and was thrashing the grass with the umbrella. I knew I must hurry or, tired as he had been, the cool air might awake him before I got him to take the ride. I knew he could not get hurt on my horse because it was so peaceful. I told him his horse was ready. He jumped up quickly, started toward the hitching rack, bumped into it. Now all was lost I thought, but no, he placed the pillow over the rod which was placed across to the end post. Happy thought! Why hadn't I thought of it. I left the horse standing and started to help him up on the hitching rack. It was rather difficult but I knew it would not be long until he got awake. Again he began to talk. Steady there Beauty, now go! At this he struck wildly at the rack with the umbrella. he threw his arms wildly into the air. But alas! Ile lost his balance and landed in a heap on the pillow by the rack. He straightened up, looked around dazedly, rubbed his eyes, then blinked them. then- Mercy Susan, what am I doing here? g I have just been humoring you in one of your whims, sleep-walking, l replied. He hung his head. A man never wants to confess when he is defeated so he only said, Huh! guess I better go to bed. But I knew I had triumphed. ---Zola Finton-Senior.

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it THE TIGER Quickly she removed her apron and wiggling her way out on the log, dangled her apron down to Toliver's frantic hands. He grasped it and Calanthv, her legs wrapped around the log, pulled him up. Toliver sputtered awhile and then gazed fearfully into his sister's stern face and Calanthy, very deliber- ately turned around and holding him firmly to the log to prevent another plunge, slapped him. Zlfa 151111 When you grumble and kick because school is so dull, Because there is nothing new, If you 'll smile and forget it you'll he alright, It isn't. the school-it's you. When you get half the lesson the teacher assignsg And your grade is cnt-rate, too, Don't. blame the teacher, but stop to think, It isn 't the teacher-it's you. tfleah lnildd'--JllIll0l'. inrtvenn LANDED in a burg about one hundred and nineteen miles from my destination which was Warsaw. I hired a taxi, and when the driver let me out at the only hotel in town which was located at No. 19, 19th Ave., I was surprised to find that his charges were 55356, only nineteen cents, and that he had used ninteen gallons of gas. It happened to be the nineteenth of May, 1919. l registered and 3, cl: b fi 5' 'f' I 1' R Q- 7 s- .V -A' K7 'lg' mg. n.-, , P55 'W 355 T ,ali -Y 'was given room No. 19, on the nineteenth fioor. It struck me as being rather funny, that there were nineteen pieces of furniture in the room, including a mouse trap, two hairpins, a dog collar, a powder puff and a rabbit foot. After resting about nineteen minutes, I walked down nineteen flights of stairs to my dinner. I noticed that there were nineteen tables, and only nine- teen people in the dining room, and that my table had nineteen dishes on it. l ate about nineteen bites, and then walked nineteen blocks, went to a Fate and ate until my bill was tive dollars and nineteen cents. l walked nineteen blocks back to the hotel, took the elevator, was in my room in nineteen seconds, in bed and asleep in nineteen minutes. 1 slept for nineteen hours, during which time, I had nineteen different dreams, 'l'ell out of bed nineteen times, had nineteen people tell me to quit snoring, and nine- teen times promptly told them to go where they were wanted. l awoke nineteen minutes after twelve, in nineteen minutes more I had paid nineteen dollars and nineteen cents for a ticket to VVarsaw, had caught train No .l9, which was supposed to leave this joint at Il :l9, but was one hour and nineteen minutes late. Uh John, John, oh John, get up this minute. l have actually called you nineteen times. It is nineteen minutes 'til eight, and if you don 't hurry you will be late for school, which will make the nineteenth time this year. Oh, Purses! I murmured, only a few days more, and then bliss. John! You have only nineteen minutes to eat and get to school. All right, ma, I'll he down in nineteen seconds, with nineteen shirts, nineteen trousers, nineteen socks, nineteen shoes, nineteen anything, if you'll only shut up for nineteen years. -Silas NVarner.