East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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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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M' .-, 6- 6 EAST HIGH SCHOOL ever before. Washington he thought might take command of an army four or five times a da.y in such weather. Jones reached Euclid Beach well ahead of time. To his annoyance he saw the road c1'owded, principally with small boys. Something or other must have happened, he thought. A dog fight, or runaway, or something. If the attrac- tion is still on, I am all right, if not, I shall have to run the gauntlet. He soon found that his latter appre- hension was the true one, and that he was in for just that kind of entertain- ment. A great cheer went up as he ap- proached, and a body of happy children ran forward to meet him. They closed in all around and escorted him along the main road between two lines of shouting people. - Hey, mister, give ussomeli' Go on, you 'll do it, good boy, 'Wigseyf' VVhen 're yer goin' to fork 'em out?,' Rats, dat ain't him, dat fancy guy is one o' dem high school guys. Will yer look at de jay? Get on to de legs. VVhat's he got 'em wrapped up in, shawls? Naw, carpets. Say, mis- ter, yer pants is got caught inside your socks. I guess dem is English, yer know. Ain't yer going to give us no gum? A-ah, let 'm alone, he ain't nothin' but one o' them stoodent jays. He ain 't no winged wonder, a-ah! The above was what Jones enjoyed as he passed Euclid Beach. He finally shook oif his pursuers, and breathed freely again for about five minutes as he sat down to rest. VVhile he sat there a ma- chine pulled up in front of him. He knew the man who was at the wheel and called to him, Hullo, Jones, came the recog- nition, what are you doing out here? Off on a tramp, a glorious day for exercise, isn't it? 'iYes, you have no idea how I enjoy this ride. 'Well, good-by, I have got to hurry along, I am walking against time. Jones strode on from bad to worse, for he was now about to pass Villa Angela. the girls' seminary. Here there was a large group of the students of the institu- tion by the roadside. Jones had never before been afflicted with bashfulness, and did not acknowledge that he was troubled in that way now, but he felt peculiarly alone, and would have given much for another, man or just a few less girls. By the terms of his bet he could not run any of the way, but a giggle al- most made him throw up the stakes and break the pace. By a great effort, how- ever, he braced up, and even smiled cheer- fully. He made an inward resolution never to look at a girl again. He strode on again through Euclid Village. Nottingham, XVilloughbeach and others, and to his horror he found in each town the same gathering, and went through the same ordeal that he had re- ceived before. Had he gone to work and picked out a public holiday? No, he was sure it was not that, and the fact that it was Saturday. and the schools had there- fore turned their swarms loose to the world, would not account for all the crowd in every village. Perhaps there was an extra election going on in that country. What puzzled him most, how- ever. was that all of the children expect- ed something of him besides mere amuse- ment, and a pitiable example of dress. Vlihen more than half way, he stopped to speak with a farmer leaning over the fence by the roadf The old farmer looked at Jones with wonder and interest, but did not think it necessary, as had the good citizens of the factory towns. to heap scorn and derision on de boob. He

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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