Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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-SLB f w .59 3 'H 5-C 2 1-x up X ,.v- Q i IIIWWIIIllllllllllmlnnll...ii um! llll ll wmflllllllulll lltlllll mnllll Mun Illlllcllllllllllll 'lllllllllh IInlliIl1llllIl' Mlllllllllllllllllllllll 'Illl llhl lllllll' I ulllillllllll f.. '!llllllllli !lIllIlIl!!lllU!!l TRAGEDY AT LINCOLN BEACH By Jane Foote. '33 U AY, Earl, look at the crowd up there on the north side of the beach by the clock. I wonder what's going on? Perhaps the bums are putting on a show. No, that can't be it. Look at that crowd of men in the water there! See, they're diving. Maybe some- one is drowning! Come on, let's swim across. Bet I'll beat you. Gee! I never was as good as you when it comes to distances. Come on, let's run! Here we are! What's up? A man gone down, you say? Say, Earl, look at those men treading water out there. Don't they look as if they were standing in shallow water? There goes another guard down! Will he get him? No, here he is up again ancl alone. How long has he been down? Five minutes, you say? Thanks. Look, there are four guards going down together. Say, they can't be div- ing for a man. They would have brought him up by now. It must just be a sunken boat they're trying to raise. See, two of the men out there are laughing. You'd think they would get tired treading water. Here come those four guards up again. lr is a man! Look Earl, see his limp, white feet! They must have him upside down. Hear them! They're shouting for a rope. Look out, Earl, or this crowd will push you in the water. Hey! stop pushing! You can see him. They've got him all out of the water now. His face is a funny dark blue. Here Truenly-six they come, bringing him up on shore. I wish these people would stop pushing! They act as if they had never seen an unconscious man before. They are laying him on some blan- kets, face down, and downhill. The first guard takes his place to administer arti- ficial respiration. These people are mak- ing it hard for them. See how they try to crowd around! Here, you, get back there! Give the boy a chance, folks! He will be all right. Come on, get back. Get away from the river shore! Can't you see that's where the wind is coming from? Come on, folks, give the boy a chance for his life! We hear various comments as we stand watching, fascinated by the sight, yet re- pelled. Why don't they give him air? Get back you! That's how my little boy died. The crowd wouIdn't let him have any air. This is said by a fat middle-aged woman. A portly business man says, They ought to have a pulmotor here! It's an outrage! They can't do anything with that artificial respiration stuff! We have to grin a little at this last re- mark. They said that last Sunday when another fellow didn't come out of it. How long was this boy down, Earl? Have you heard anyone say? Twenty minutes? He hasn't got a chance.