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

Page 24 text:

--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 -'

Page 26 text:

23 sin' J f Bertha WZSBBIEIBB and 6619436 Wasrangm i'li12ii!i?Q13iIilG PBIHH WZSEBQUR 3116 farm i241