George Washington High School - Post Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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'ir-II'-.2 SENIOR POST ISSZI-.:--'....-f I MEET A LIZARD I have a vivid memory of the part of my childhood spent in southeast ern Kentucky. I know how it feels to sit at the edge of a field bordering on a thick tangled woods and listen to the rustle of the wind through the leaves of the trees. I used to walk the freshly plowed furrows and follow with my eyes the clouds, sailing. Sometimes I imagined myself sailing, too, on ones that looked accomodating. But I did not always dream. One day while mother and I were working in the garden, I became fati- gued and perched upon a large old chestnut stump. As I squirmed about for more firm seating on the half rotten snag, I spied lying behind me a lizard more than three inches in length! Before I could get off my perch the crea- ture had scampered up my clothes! From that day to this I have been lizard hearted. 1Sadie Mille,- A WHALE STORY After weeks of methodical packing, Sam and Ilaunched out in our mo- tor boat for a rendezvous on our secret, Pacific island. Although towing our old Ford behind us, we made the voyage in less than record time. Aware of the treachery of tropical twilight, We hastily tied our boat and pitched camp. I hadn't been sleeping long when I was awakened by the most terrible noise. Peering out of our tent, I saw we were in the midst of a hurricaneg I called Sam. Just as we stepped out of the tent, a large tree fell, crushing it to the ground. The rain came down in torrents, trees fell before the fury of the wind. It soon dawned upon us that we had better get an umbrella from the carg and, after barely missing death by falling trees, we finally obtained the umbrella. At dawn, upo-n looking over the wreckage, we found our food and mat.ches soaked to a pulp. Going down to the shore to get Wash water, I espied a flock of geese manoeuvering on the water. Thinking this an excellent chance to have some water-fowl for breakfast, I secured our double-barrled shot gun, and crept back to the water's edge. Placing the gun to my shoulder, I blazed away. When the smoke had cleared, I found that every fowl on the water had been killedg and, what is more, on the surface of the water began to Hoat fish that had been killed by the shot. Moreover, rearing at the debris's edge was the dead body of a whale. Wading out to get the fowl for breakfast, I found, to my utter amazement, the fish suiiiciently thick to bear my weight. Sam, gazing at me from the shore, must have thought I was the Immortal One. As I reached the shore, he reminded me that we had no dry matches. I was addled. 'Ihe Radio! Yes, if Sam would put up the radio, breakfast would i211

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iri-:-i SENIOR POST I932-E-at THE SEA The breakers as they dash and roar And swish upon the sandy shore, Thrill me. The rocks so tall, so gaunt, so still, Form a rugged, cragged sill Around the sea. The mist that clings so dark and damp That corresponds with the sea gull's chant Is forboding. The dull grey sky that meets the sea Foretells of some calamity Soon to happen. Far out there on the sea's far brim The grey sky is no longer dim, A storm. And so I'll go and leave the sea. By itself it wants to be. I'll come again. -Annabelle Montague BEACH DAYS On the shore, towers banked the skyline. White ocean foam lapped the sandy shoreg Here and there a miniature liner was tossed upon the waves like a ball in the hands of a childg An airplane floated between cloudsg peo- ple moved lazily along the shore walkg Others stretched deathlike on the beach. Pleasure was at low ebb on the Californian coast. -Mary Louella Clark I 20 J

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--1, SENIOR POST I93Z-E'-ir soon be ready. Although he believed me crazy, he did as I commanded. Dialing, I struck a station that was playing red hot music. Grabbing the skillet containing the dressed geese, I put it on the radio. Before long the meat was cooked tender. Now that our appetites were dulled, we observed our motor boat no longer bobbing at anchor. Not comforting was the knowledge that this is- land lay off the trade route and was very seldom visited. Suddenly Sam let out a yell, snached up a hatchet, and motioned for me to follow him. Poor Sam! I was sure he was demented. Nevertheless, I followed over to a mass of grapevines, which he began to cut. When he told me to carry the cut vines to the car, I was sure he was crazy, but I did as he asked. Coming back to our puddle jumper, he began filling it with our supplies. With my assistance, it wasn't long before the car was loaded. On top of this he piled the vines. Then jumping into the car, Sam motioned for me to do likewise. Soon we were riding out over the surface of the ocean on top of the dead fish. Upon reaching the whale, Sam jumped out, took a needle and thread from his pocket, and began sewing the whale's jowls together. Next he took a piece of the grapevine and, tying one end to the car, he ran the other end underneath the whale, around over the top, and back to our car where he secured it. After repeating this operation with several of the vines, Sam took the pump out of our Ford and, placing the end of the hose into the hole on top of the whale's head through which the whale spouts water, began to pump. Before long the huge body of the whale began to clear the water. Not until this happened did it dawn on me what Sam aimed to do. By filling the whale's body with air, it would float, making us a-number-one dirigible! Gradually the car, which now served as our cabin, cleared the water's surface. We steered our ship by working the whale's left ear, knowing that it controlled the movement of the tail. By fastening our electric fan, con- nected to the car's battery, to the radiator cap, our motor was complete. After sailing for about an hour, we began to notice houses taking shape under us. Letting out some of our ship's air, Sam began lowering the dirig- ible to earth. Spying our house, we nosed our craft towards it. Securing our dirigible ,to the chimney, we climbed down to our family who were gath- ered below. The next day several aircraft officials came to examine our ship. After noticing every detail, they awarded us a medal for being the first aviators to cross the Pacific in a dirigible propelled by a one-eighth horsepower motor- -Frederick Neaville I22l -'