Greenville High School - Hi Life Yearbook (Greenville, MI)

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INDEX Sleeping on the Train Wabasis A Night on a Large Lake Tale of a Bridegroom The Purple and the Gold The History of our Schools Editorial Faculty News Social and School News Alumni Athletics Exchanges Advertisements

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THE TYRO Devoted to the interest of the Greenville High School Greenville, Michigan JANUARY 1916

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Sleeping on the Train By oTWary- van Deinse '18 I shall never forget my first experience sleeping in an upper berth. The fact is I didn’t sleep much; if I had I should have forgotten the thing completely. It must have been about two o’clock that I awakened, for we were just leaving the station where they made a long stop. I la)' there listening to the steady dismal grumbling of the wheels and the banging and slapping of the train furniture. I peeped out over the curtains. There was not much to be seen except a long aisle of green carpet with high walls of heavy sombre green curtains on either side. There was a light in the lower part of number seven where someone was evidently trying to quiet a baby for now and then there came a feeble little moan from that direction and the air was heavy with peppermint. Curtain number five next attracted my attention, for it had a most suspicious poke in it. I thought of a thousand things that could make a poke like that, but none of them seemed plausible. Then I lay back and pulled the covers over my head but the ghost of that uncanny poke still haunted me. As I was just dropping off to sleep there came a loud “Bang!” I jumped up quickly and peeped out. There on the floor before curtain five lay an open suitcase, its contents spread about in wild confusion. In the meanwhile one uncouth head after another had been thrust out from the depths of the green curtains like so many surprised “Jacks in the Box.” I looked at the curtain closely again and, Behold! the poke was gone. Number five’s restless occupant had just simply kicked it out. A Night on a Large Lake By- Hilbert Wittkop T8 On that quiet moonlight night, with the seemingly unlimited expanse of water stretching from horizon to horizon, the imagination was easily aroused. The dull throbbing of the ship’s engines seemed like the beating heart of some monstrous animal for whom the moon and stars were lighting a path which shone like a strip of polished gold. Then as the miles floated by, what seemed like a cluster of stars appeared on the horizon and like a phantom slowly crept nearer. When directly opposite us and about a mile away it suddenly awoke and sent a deep, hoarse cry over the water which was immediately answered and then, as seemingly asleep as ever, it gradually grew dimmer and faded on the horizon. After what seemed an age, a bright glow appeared on the eastern horizon, and gradually turned into a ball of fiery red, while the moon and stars gradually grew dimmer. Before we fairly realized it, it was bright daylight and upon the horizon ahead appeared a long thin line of purple. This line slowly became wider and longer and more sharply outlined until the tall buildings of a large city were plainly visible, and the many boats which were coming and going from it reminded one of a huge hive of bees. In a short time our boat reached its dock and our imaginations were rudely cut short by the business of landing and hurrying to the depot.