Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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DARKY-OR JUST HUMAN NATURE? BIARGUERITE GR.-XCE-JLIHC, 1914 it 'iw ELL, so's yuh tuhned up linally, ah sees. if PF Ben tuh coht, you say? X Bin dah fo dis whole day? ' 'Well, it's mah 'pinion dat it would a done yuh mo' good if dey had a kep' yuh dah for de res' ob yore life. X X 'F VVhat's dat yuh say 'bout mah bein' to coht, too? VVhy, ah was dah merely as a witness ob wrong done tuh po' Sistah Taylah. it it tk Huh? ti: Sam Jones said what? ak at ak Oh, how de jedge had tuh put me out'n de coht-room 'case ah talked too much. XVell. says ah tuh de jedge, ef ah cain't tell all ob de story, ah ain't gwine ter tell none. Why dat jedge he shet me up 'fore ahse haf fru! Now yo' jes' set right down hyah, Jim, an' ah'll tell yuh how 'twar. it X X You'd ruddah go back tuh coht, is yuh? Well, yuh ongrateful niggah! Hyah ah was gwine ter waste mah time a-tellin' yuh all de p'tic'lars an den yuh up an' say dat! Now dis hyah ting hez gone fah 'nough an' ah'se gwine ter quit mah washin' right dis heah minuet and pack you' cloze, and one shake ob de lamb's tail you'll be out'n de street. Now, doan you gib me none ob you' lip. Jes' keep you' mouf shet. Ah knows what yo' is gwine to do. Gwine ter make some such fool yarn like what yo' did las' Thursday night, when yo' didn't git home till mah clock coo-cooed free: den yo' try ter make beliebe dat mah clock am two hours fas'! Ah'se on tuh yo' all right. Now hyah's yo' bundle an' don you neber come back in yo' lib-long life. Does yo' hyah me? it 'l' Y Yo' glad you'se gwine? Pk 'l' 'lf An' you'll ma'y Lizah Taylah, what ah helped get her diborce from dat odder lazy niggah is ye? Not ef ah knows it. No sah! Yo's gwine ter stay right heah wif me for- evah and evah. W'asn't we jined by Parson Johnsing fo' bettah or fo' whuse? wk S1 :lf lk X X is X1 P11 Ik :ls Oh, howdy, Miss Ma'tha. Yes, Miss Matha ah'se hyah. Does yuh want me? Not me, but mah ol' man? it X Fo' de good Lawd! at 'F VVhat you say? Did he do dat now? at at Dat lil gal of your'n, Miss Ma'tha? at it bk Grabbed her from undah dem horses' feet? XVhy, Jim, you'se not so pow'ful bad after all-youse got yo' good faults' well as you' bad pints. Ah ain't neber gwine ter disbeliebe you 'gain, no siree! Well, honey! Y ou'se back? Well, dat's de gal bringin' home mammy's washin'! Is yuh shore dat yuh didn't drap none of dem cloze on de way? Miss Lucy's maghty p'tic'ler bout dem dere cloze. She wouldn't gib me her washin' 'cept only she knows ah wonlt lose none of dem. Now, ah knows, Miss Ma'tha, dat you'll scuze me of ah goes on wif mah washin'. Hyah ah wasted de whole mornin' jes doin' nothin'. Ah gotta wurk maghty hard now for dis here heroic and lubbin family. THE GOLDFINCH JAMES KAMP-June, 1924 Aflash of golden sunlight' 3 A sparkling note at dawng A glimpse of vivid colorg A goldfinch on the lawn. N inety-six

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pantry to see if she had crawled in there and sure enough. She was hanging there on a rafter. Nothing but her flannel petti- coat saved her, 'cause she was hanging by her petticoat that had caught on one of those big spikes. If she would have fallen, she shore wouldn't be able to cry like she's doin' now, 'cause that floor in the cellar is solid concrete. You know, I believe, now, that verse is true that says, 'God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to performf Don't you F Of course, everyone did, as more than one thing had happened that night that was similar to miracles. Chub and the others in her family were to spend the night at the home of a cousin who was her school teacher at that time. As they walked along, the conversation drifted to school subjects and Chub suddenly ex- pressed a bright idea to Mae. Say, Mae, my books are all blown up and I won't be able to find them tomorrow. Don't you think tl1at's a good excuse-for not having my homework? ' STILL ANOTHER VERSION fDedicc1.1cd fo those who fail to get their library books in on timej AUTHOR LINKNOVVN VVake me early, mother darling, At the faintest flush of dayg For I must be up and away, mother- I must be up and away. Put the little clock beside me, And wind the alarm up tightg For I've a library book out, mother- I took it out last night. VVake me early, mother darling, And leave the door ajarg For I must hustle, mother, And catch the early car. Have my rolls and coffee ready, So I can take my flightg For I've a lib1'ary book out, mother- I took it out last night. Wlake me early, mother darling, For school begins at nine. For I must be on time, mother- I must be on time. Have my coat and hat beside me- Have them there before it's light, For I've a library book out, mother- I took it out last night. Ninety-five

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TI-IE PURLOINED PIE I jess ROBERTS-June, 1915 ORTUNATELY for others, I have long since discovered that I cannot write stories, short or long, so, to 'I begin with, this is not a short story but rather a short bit of history from my own uneventful life. Since it is true, it is un- assailable and it is with no little pleasure that I herein write without regard for all the things that the English teachers lecture about. For instance, I am the hero of this story. The hero would Hght unto death for a piece of pie. Now, the English teachers will say that such a glutton should be a fat epicure. Let the teachers rave. I am not fat, and on the grounds of standing by the truth, I refuse to let any fat guy take my place as hero of this great adventure. There are other things which are not according to the rules, but I can't help it, as that is the way they actually happened as nearly as my pen can relate. Unlike most high school students, I have had a great deal of experience in boarding- houses, but I have never been able to attain the honor of being a 'fstar boarder. I-Ie is the one who never gets called downv for burning too much gas and who always gets the biggest piece of pie. He is almost with- out exception a rather breezy, unmarried fellow, who makes enough money for two. Nevertheless, I aspired to become the favor- ite, but it seems that I lost from the begin- ning. Jack, the fellow whose place I would usurp, was a college boy with a future. VVhat chances were there for a high school chap? The landlady's daughter passed me up just like that. Do you know that type of landladys daughter? She is a girl who, from her daily contact with fresh guysf, has developed a cutting speech which generally quelches any remarks whatsoever. Any one of this type can simultaneously serve soup with one hand, pass the sugar with the other, kick the cat, and, at the same time, effectively silence some daring individual who has the consummate nerve to mention the coffee and, without changing the subject, refer to the muddy weather. As I said before, in her estimation, I wasn't even small potatoes compared to that college man. However, the landlady herself, who presided over the kitchen, found in me, as the youngest boarder, something which appealed to that vacancy in her heart left by her two sons out in the world. Now this was greatly to the enlargements of my personal comforts. Nevertheless, though the'Mrs. Prunes might cut my portion of the pie at quite a large angle, still Miss Prunes in the capacity of waitress had the power to veto, as it were, and could give the pie to Jack, or in pure spite, to any of the others. This aroused in my heart a silent resentment. VV e were doomed to meet. One morning, at table, jack and I got into an argument about who wrote a certain book and it ended in a bet. The winner was to get the losei-'s piece of pie at dinner next Sunday. The Mrs. caught the spirit and on Sunday morning was to bake a whole pie for the winner. So much she told me when I stuck my head into the kitchen Sunday morning, but Miss Prunes was peevish that day and dropped some very broad hints to the effect that Jack was bound to get the pie. Now jack was out of town that day and the bet could not be settled the follow- ing morning. As I had already secured the data which would prove me the winner, I considered the pie as mine. This gi1'l's despotism was getting beyond human pa- tience. VV ith my inside information I saw a grand opportunity to check it and to win a decisive victory over her presumption. So I became bolder in my remarks and opposed her outright. This brought from her in tones of finality the plain statement that she would eat the pie herself, give it to the dog, or throw it in the alley, before she Ninety-seven