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

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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.

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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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Tale of a Bride Groom By cTMartha Griswold ’ 17 Why, weep ye by the tide, Lassie? Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my eldest son. And ye shall be his bride. The altar was decked with flowers rare, The people had all gathered there; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride. Alas! Alas! there comes no bride. Now let your deepest grief be gone. And dry your cheeks so pale. For George is chief of Edgerton And Lord of all the vale. The maiden kept on in her spinning And' softly sung this air, Tomorrow is my wedding day At three I will be thcye. A chain of great pearls shall ye wear, A token of his love; And chests of diamonds and rubies rare, From the far, far Orient. Now shadows of evening are falling, A knock is heard at the door, Some one her name is calling Why didn't you come at four ? This was a glorious wedding day, Of town and country fame, They searched the papers for her name And. news of her wedding day. She pauses, then looks at the calendar, And finds her great mistake. Yet the two were happily married Though she was a few hours late. Wabasis Elvin Nelson ’17 Not long ago, nor far away, There lived an Indian brave; He owned the land for miles around. And this he said he'd save. This chieftain was called Wabasis; The lake, too, bore that name; In all the region round about They talked of Wabasis' fame. In this small kingdom all his own. In which he ruled supreme. Were woods and valleys full of game. And one small winding stream. One day some Whites came to his camp. They told him they would hand Him twenty pounds of gold rigid there. If they could have his land. The sream flowed from a lake, which was The largest one around. And in a hall beside the lake A cave ran underground. The bargain was then made with him— He loved that glittering gold. His angry friends put him to death,— At least that’s what we’re told. Some said the cave was full of snakes— No one ere entered there— T'was left for others to find out; The Indians didn’t care. Some say the gold is in the lake. At least it’s out of sight: And where it is t'will not be found As easy as it might.