Charlotte High School - Witan Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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THE WITAN Charlotte High School ROCHESTER. N. Y. VOL. VII. JUNE 1928 No. 4 THE STAFF George Taylor Margaret Hersey . Harrison Grotzinger Phyllis Tibbils » David Babcock Marion Weston v------- Elinor Marsh ) Mary Heydweiller Isabel Harper James Le Clare ' Allen King------------ Helen Josh------------ George Humby Florene Rich £ Robert Hoppe ' George Zieres--------- Phyllis Tray hern Eugene Todd Helen Sheehan ) Carol Tupper --------- Wendell Fishbaugh----- Charles La Belle | Mary King f Elsie Tackabury------- Clarence Parsons » Horace Frisbee — Floris Ferguson Mr. Lee i Miss Sharer ---------- Mrs. Stacy » Editor-in-Chief -.Associate Editors Literary Editors -------Associate Literary Editors Secretary Athletic Editors Art Editor Joke Editors News Editor Circulation Manager —Associate Circulation Managers Practice House Editor Business Managers 9 Faculty Advisors

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THE W IT A N LITERARY DEPARTMENT JV? $ DAVY JONES’ PUZZLE 1 often frequent the Buccaneer’s Arms near Ludsy Lane and listen to the rare stories told there. One aft- ernoon a white headed sailor sat across from me. He had blue eyes. Across his face ran a scar not more than two weeks old, I thought, but later found to have been made at least thirty years ago. We chatted for several minutes about ships and captains. Then he commenced this yarn as if it were a favorite. “Wal, Captain Splifins was a far- sighting man. Yes sir, he could see ahead as far as behind. He could tell a sail ten minutes afore the watch. He could read the sky like a book. He could predict a storm of half hour and it would last just that long, no more, no less. “One day we were haulin’ along, fourteen knots or thereabouts. The water shoaled ’round the bow and spray Hew up as if we were making twenty. But the capt’n said four- teen and fourteen she was. The sky was as clear as drinking water from the mainland. I said Warry a storm today, mate'. But the captain over- heard me and piped right off: 'There’s wind to west o' southwest, 'bout fif- teen. A yowler before three.’ He was right. “We had a crew o' twenty-eight, half white, t'othera black. A good lot were they, the whites mostly beachcombers from Australia and India, the blacks from a tribe of na- tural sailors on Toulos, or something o' sorts. Wal, as I was saying, they were uncommonly good men, not at all stylish like these doodabs that dress up like Timbuctoo chieftans and handle the wheel as if it ware a Barb’ry jewel. The capt'n liked them and they liked him. “Toward three the wind dropped. Cap’n gave orders to reef her down, saying we’d have a rip snorter. We were glad of the change but later felt quite diIT’rent. The breeze picked up a bit, causing the sea to rise in short chop. We waited like Carey's on the yard arms at eight bells. An etern- ity passed; then six strokes sounded from the poop. The storm piled in on us. We were tight, but did not reckon on an old break in the boat's hull. After’ards skipper said as how he was afeard something’d happen there afore it did. “When the gale was at its topmost we felt a little lunge. The whole craft quivered. At first I thought we’d struck something, but not so. “The captain .sent me below to in- vestigate. I looked everywhere ami finally, figuring from the direction of the lunge, I opened a small door that led into the little used fo’ard parts. Water poured in. After a short struggling I closed and locked it. Then I fastened the hatch. The captain already had the pumps set up. Two men got to work. But there seemed no stopping that sea, no sir, it just filled up hold after hold. The captain became alarmed, though he tried not to show it. “The storm abated. Like the ball- ahooing of dancing natives. The noises gradually died away. But the boat leaked more. The captain had turned toward the Caloos, but Fate (Continued on Page 17) II