Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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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.

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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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THE TIGER I9 Mg Experienrr aa an Agrirnlturiat 3 by I All URING the past season I was considerably interested in agricul- A ture. I met with some success, but not enough to madden me ,N with joy. ,N H Agriculture has a charm about it which I cannot adequately' M . , V . , , ' describe. luvery product of the farm is furnished by nature with something that is fond of it so that it will never be neglected. The grain crop is loved by the Weevil, Hessian fly and Chinch flyg the water melon, squash and cucumber are loved by the squash bug, the potato by the potato bug, the tomato by the cut worm and the sweet corn is loved by the ant. fn '.- .f ff - I w- . 1 1 uf 'sz U- ' 11.1 ld V .. ,iq ,.,,. FX 45, S. ,. svn, rt... Well, I began early to spade up my angle-worms and other pets, to see it' they had withstood the severe winter. They were unusually bright and cheer- ful. The potato bugs were a little sluggish at first, but as the spring opened and the ground warmed up they pitched right in and did hrst rate. By May, every one looked splendidly. I was most worried about my cut worms. It was away long in April and I had not seen a cut worm and I began to fear they had suffered or perhaps even worse than that, perished in the extreme cold of the previous winter. One morning late in the month I saw a cut worm come out from behind a stump of an old cabbage. He seemed a little stifi' in the joints but I had hopes. l had a spark of humanity left and began to search for assistance. l read all agricultural reports, dictionaries and en- cyclopedias, Init failed to find any remedy so I asked my neighbor for assis- tance but he only spoke jeeringly at me. I naturally thought that he couldn't bear to sec me get ahead in the cut worm industry, and therefore refused ad- vice. The worm had wintered under a cabbage stalkg no doubt he was fond of the beverage. I acted upon this thought and brought him two dozen cabbage plants at fifty cents a dozen. l had hit it the first pop. He was passionately fond of these plants and would eat three in one night. He also must have given a saurkraut lawn fes- tival to his friends, for in a week I bought three dozen more cabbage plants, At one instance I counted a large group of scrub, Swedish, Hubbard, short- horn cut worms all doing well but a little hide-bound and bilious. The thought came to me that a change of diet would probably remove their melan- choly spell, so l bought five dozen tomato plants and fed them at the rate of ten in one night. This brought life to my herd and on the whole I was as proud as any young hayseed who has made a success at anything. One morning I was thunder struck. My cabbage plants remained standing. My cut worms were gone. I spaded up the whole patch but there wasn't one to be found. I was almost wild with despair and grief. suddenly something tumbled over my foot. lt was mostly stomach but had feet on each corner. lt was a toad. He had eaten up my summer's work. He had swallowed my cunning little cut worms. And all I have to say is that unless this toad scourge can be wiped out, I for one shall relinquish the joys of agricultural pursuits . l highly resolved that whenever a little runty toad could destroy a snmmer's crop of cut worms it was time for me to retire as a failing agri- cnlturist. Samuel Anglin-Senior.