East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

 - Class of 1918

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-I'-1 - L. 8 EAST I-IIGI-I.SCHO0L loughby, and for a few minutes he hoped that he was going at least to finish in peace. Vain hope! As he approached the heart of the city he saw a crowd of people and heard the strains of a brass band. On turning the corner he was received with a great shout. Then he saw a. sight that explained it all. ' In front of the town hall a float had been drawn up. In it were a delegation of Jones'.friends and a band. Bill Bailey was standing shouting on all sides to the people of the village, 'announcing his ar- rival. What sort of a fool circus are you trying to make of yourselves? asked Jones. A grand one, old man, and you have been the elephant, the shining star of the whole show. replied Bailey. You will find lemonade in the ambulance. You have won your money hand- somely. Jones. acknowledged Ryan, and we all accept with pleasure your kind 1IlV1l31lZ1O1'1 to dinner. GOING OVER THERE. By Elizabeth Harrold. ' It was down at the old Hamburg-Arnen ican pier in Hoboken. The Kron Prinz Friedrich Vtlilhelm lay at her berth with her rusty iron sides towering above the freight houses. The Kron-Prinz, until recently serving the Huns, was now to do her bit for Uncle Sam. Drays rattled to and fro over the rough cobblestones, gang bosses, big rough men, were calling their orders, and the huge derrick booms fore and aft, were reach- ing out and grabbing up great boxes and sending them soaring skyward with a. grating and squeaking of the blocks, and then dropping them with a dull thud and a cloud of iron rust into the hold. Swarms of dingy, sweating negroes kept up a thundering din rolling in barrels and running up the gang-planks with hand- trucks loaded with boxes and disappear- ing into the bowels of the vessel. They were all a roarin' away, De las' box, de las' box. ' She was an inspiringsiglit as she lay there in the hazy atmosphere with the thick black smoke rolling slowly out of her stacks, and way up high on her after mast her riding light twinkling now wand then through the dusk. The derricks stopped squeaking, and the last of the sweating negroes came tumbling out of the boat. Dangi Dang, the live minute warning signal sounded, and members of the crew came straggling aboard with their belongings tucked under their arms. , Dangl An oiflcer on the stern bridge called out, Cast off those stern lines. A single deep 110tB on the siren. The little tug on the stern started churning up the water and it rushed past the rusty plates of the big steamer in a miniature rapid. C-how,-chow,-chow, a myriad of sparks Went fiying up and came down all over the surface of the water, winked and were gone. The great ship slipped out into the river, straightened herself, and went swinging past out of sight. The ship was clipping along at a good rate, her decks rose and fell steadily. The last of Long Island was being swal- lowed up in the gathering gloom, and a low riding steamer, very indistinct, was plowing along inward bound. She went swishing past and the gloom seemed to be thicker and glooinier where she was with a few twinkling lights scattered in it

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THE BLUE bowed to the Wayfarer as he would to any well-behaved stranger. Good afternoon, said Jones, gratefl for this drop of human kindness. Ca you tell me, sir, how far it is to VVillough- by? VVa-al, about four miles or more, thefy say. There's a car goes pretty soon, ye won't find it so far in the cars. Oh, I'm going to walk it, explained Jones with a smile. 'fThat's a powerful long walk, young man. How far ye come already? ' ' From Cleveland. Gosh! VVell, your legs is young and pretty long, but ye must want suthin' to do pretty bad. Be ye broke or anythin '? Want anythin' to eat? No thanks, I am walking for fun, try- ing to do it on time, you see. !3 'nlllebbe you 're advertisin' suthin'? Oh, I want to know! Be you the winged wonder or somethin' I hear tell on jest now? ' A light began to glimmer in Jones' mind. He had ben asked several times if he was the winged wonder. but had paid no attention to the question, suppos- ing that it was merely a form of public wit. Now it was asked of him in perfect good faith. No.,' he answered his friendly ques- tion, not intentionally. but I am begin- ning now to suspect that I am occupying some such position. I am much obliged to you for your information. I must move move along now. Good day, sir, guess ye 'll want a heap o' corn-plasters when ye git to XVillough- ,ix by Not with these stoekingsf, laughed Jones, glad of an oportunity to justify his clothes, they're thick and soft. great things to walk in. I f'They be eh? VVell, I kinder thought AND GOLD 7 they wasn't just for looks. I donit want none today, though, good day. Good-by, and Jones went on, feeling sure that the old man still suspected him at least of peddling footgear. Just before the end of his tramp he sat down for a rest on an inviting fence rail. He had plenty of time to spare, but the grassy bank might have kept him too long and made him stiff. Oh, how pleasant the three-cornered rail did feel! A piece of paper blew across the road and whirled up in his face. It was a hand bill of some sort, he remembered now having seen several of them along the way, but had picked up' none. He caught this one and turned it over. This is what he read: I-Ie is Coming Wait for him! Watch for him! The Winged Wonder. He is matched to walk twelve miles to- day for an enormous purse. He holds world records for distance walking. He will wear one of our custom-made Lon- don suits unexcelled for outdoor Wear and stylish appearance. They are all the rage in England and therefore sure to be popular here. He will also distribute tops and marbles to the boys and chewing-gum to the girls. Watch for him, everybody, he will be here soon, and will follow this road. Come, out girls! - Come out, boys! N ow is your chance Wait, Watch for the Winged Wonder His glimmer dawned to a great light. He jumped up and hurried along the re- maining mile or two as fast as his weary legs would go. There was no crowd awaiting for him on the outskirts of Wil-

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THE BLUE and her riding light high above, like a star. Now everything was gloom again and only the swishing of the water and the throbbing of the engines broke the silence. On the stern deck in the glow of a cabin light stood a young man leaning against the after rail taking his last view of the twinkling lights, and crying softly to himself. His hat was removed, he was rather handsome, with sharp, clear-cut features and deepest penetrating eyes. Suddenly a slinking figure slid out of the shadows and pressed something. into his hand. The figure shrunk back. The young man started forward but the per- son had gone. Then he unfolded the something and read, We've gummed it, old boy. 'We're trapped. It's too far to swim. NVhat can we do? Meet me near forward hatch, S A. MW The young man was amazed. Wliat could this mean? He read it over several times. Surely someone had mistaken him. As he slowly regained his sensesghe also began to get an inspiration. It com- menced to dawn upon him that something was up. What should he do? Tell the captain? He wanted to, but suppose that it should turn out to be a tizzle. Woiildn't he be the laughing stock though! And that's the Way things usually turned out with him. He 'd keep his eyes open any- how. All night long he dreamed and imagined everything from Blaekhanders to German spies. He wished he was home in bed now. The next morning he slid quietlydown onto the freight deck and made his way cautiously toward the forward hatch. As he drew near he noticed a crouched figure over in among the piles near the mast. He slipped himself cautiously back be- AND GOLD - 9 hind a pile of boxes to have a look. He looked and looked for some time. Present- ly in glided another figure. Both were ap- parently members of the crew. Does this look like eight bells? said the crouching one in a hoarse whisper. Does this look like eight bells? re- peated the other. c'What ya talkin' about? . Didn't I say eight bells las' night? Didn 't ya say eight bells las' night? How do I know what ya said? Well, didn't ya read that note? NVhat note? XVhat note! Good land, man, don't tell me that I didn 't give you thatnote las' night? N No, you didn't give me no note. Oh, a kind of groan escaped him. YVell was that your ghost standing by the aft rail or was I dreamin'? Good Lord, if that machine doesn't get us, they will, the water isn't eold and we're right in the steamer track. She's set for nine o'cloek and we couldn't move that pile in a month of Sundays. Both men made a break for the half open freight door, grabbed life rings and jumped. Out slid the young man from the pile of boxes, up the companionway three steps at a time and up to the forecastle. The captain was just emerging from his stateroom. '4Captain, for heaven sakes send a crew of men into the hold or we'll be pickin' harps within fifteen minutes! 'WVhat's the trouble, young man? the captain inquired anxiously. There,s a time bomb among the pile of boxes on the freight deck by the for- ward mast. It's timed for nine! The next thing t.here was a crew of men working like mad heaving the boxes out through the freight doors.

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