Cass City High School - Perannos Yearbook (Cass City, MI)

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Uhr Amrrimn liatrint A cold, raw wind swept over the western Atlantic. It chilled, to the marrow, the tall British sentinel who paced the frozen strand with a nervous, ill at ease step. It whistled threateningly around the monstrous cannon, standing as if ready to herald war to the restless sea itself, and shrieked shrilly through its cavernous iron barrel. It dashed the brine fiercely against the lone wireless station that towered, dark and gloomy, against the dismal sky and sent the great breakers rolling up on the deso- late shore. The weary sentinel paced on back and forward, to and fro between the wireless building and the great black cannon. Dismal surroundings-a biting wind-a cheerless watch! Fine night! called a cheery voice behind him. Balt turned, O, it's you, Yankee! It is kind of you to come- and then Clarence Balt, The Silent Sentinel began, for the first time, to wonder why this young American did come and watch with him during the long desolate nights, surely the bleak loneliness of the shore held no charm for him-and yet he always came, no matter how bitter the night or how horrible the rumors of war. Not once during his two weeks visit at the sentinel camp had he failed to share the cheerlessness of Balt's midnight watch. Yankee seated himself comfortably on a big dry goods box and watched the sentinel as he silently paced the barren strand. War-war- war! Suppose a German Zeppelin should appear directly overheard? And was not the faithful Balt even now watching tirelessly for hostile steamers? When the day of final reckoning comes, I pity the poor fellow who started this war, mused Yankee aloud and Balt, who happened to be passing the box, smiled bitterly. Pm afraid he won't appear. Then with genuine good fellowship Balt drew a small gold case from an inner pocket and offered Yankee one of his best Havannahs. As Yankee reached for a cigar the faint glimmer of a stray star flashed across the interior lid of the case and he saw distinctly the initials G, M. carved delicately from milk-white pearl and beautifully engraved on a silver eagle, the United States' national symbol! What could a man want of another's initials on his cigar case and of all things! What right had a Britian to 'cage' the American eagle? A cigar was thrust almost rudely into Yankee's hand. The questionable case closed with a hasty click and the solemn sentinel walked curtly away! Three minutes later Yankee, in a voice rendered uncertain with triumphant emotion, was excitedly dictating a message to America at the wireless station. The message ran something like this: Liverpool, Eng., Nov. 10, 1914. I have succeeded. Board first steamer for Liverpool. B. W. Pk ik Ik Pk fl' Scene, U. S. A.

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0112155 '15 Listen! folks and you shall hear The story of a class of cheer. Up the hill and into the hall Climbed the Seniors, one and all. First, you could hear How's nine go smash, Then along comes Hazen with his bright pink tash, But still these two made a very good pair. For they surely made the teachers stare. Now as to our girls, they were certainly fine, Because they were right there all the time. Alma Mark, who was full of vim Made quite a pardoner for Mary Flynn. Altho Florence was noted for her common sense, She didn't have anything on Alison Spence. And as to the Ruths and Helens, too, They always say something worth while to you. Yes, Beatrice Koepfgen was always around She could be seen in school and also in town. But when it came to the little word quits There was nothing like that concerning Paul Fritz . Also J fmmie, with his funny trfcks, Did he lack the stick-to-itivcness-Nix. Although he did not look very smart He passed Geometry when the rc-st couldn't start. Now Lottie and Vina, both Scotch, as you know Couldn't ever be seen unless on the go, While it always took Mae some time to begin, She came from each class with a determined grin. Now Stub and Dua. as you've probably seen Are the only ones left of the Class of '15, And there's hoping we make our mark in life For we surely have had an awful strife. Now here's to the whole class tho small as it is But I think it's the best Cass City can give, And as to the rest, Juniors, Sophs, and all, Be sure and return this coming fall. Dugald Dun canson. '15

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Miss Brock, in charge of the Domestic Science branch at Miss Carolina Carew's Academy for Young Ladies, emerged from the special experiment building after many tediously repeated experiments with a new salad fad of which she had heard Betty Marlew speak, and being as usual too tired to go to the rear of the building to fasten a door leading to the cellar which she remembered had been unbolted for at least two weeks fdespite Miss Carewfs severity concerning unbolted doorsl and being convinced that the cellar really contained nothing covetable anyway, Walked briskly away towards the Academy which, together with Olds- man College for young men, was nearly a quarter of a mile distant. When the ponderous oak door swung shut behind her all was still in the vicinity. It is late. Unheeded the soft moonbeams play at hide and seek among the leafless twigs of the shadowy hedge and the old Academy owl, laboriously tamed by Miss Carew herself, surveys with a proud eye, the vast domain over which he now reigns supreme from the dark intricacy of his favorite elm. But list! What group of darkly clad figures descend the side stairs of the Academy and glide noiselessly across the extensive lawn? Ay! And look again! Where another group steal from out the brooding darkness surrounding Oldsman and silently move to the big white gate to meet the culprits from the Academy! Well done, very well indeed! The Academy figures are all safely over the white gate and two by two they glide silently down the dimly lighted road into the dead of night. But, if you please, is it not a serious misdemeanor-ay, an unpar- donable crime for one of Miss Carew's girls to be found out of her private dormitory after 9:00 P. M.? Well, rather! The great owl sees but holds his peace. Ah, yes, but they are very young ! And is he not a wise old fellow? An hour later Miss Brock looked quickly up from the note-book in which she was making the day's last entry. Lin-n-ng-a-ling 1 The door-bell at that hour! What could it mean Y She hurried down the long corridor, reverberating with the shrill echo, turned the key in the lock and fearlessly opened wide the door. A special wireless for Miss Betty Marlew. Just arrived-from Europe. No answer required-fee paid. Good night. He was gone. Miss Brock stared at the big yellow envelope in sheer amazement. From England! What can it be? I must give it to Betty at once although it is a perfect shame to waken the child I She felt her way carefully flest she disturb the slumbering girlsl to Betty's door and inserted her pocket key, entered, to find-the room deserted! What? Betty Marlow not in her room at midnight? Impossible! Why, it meant disgrace for life! The spotless reputation of the Academy was ruined forever-but where could she be? In a fit of excited frenzy Miss Brock soon found, to her uncomprehendable amazement, that Betty