Chenoa High School - Chenowan Yearbook (Chenoa, IL)

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' I iii. mil! UZIJBIIUUJHII :'f:iT until we came to a road, then follow the road until we arrived somewhere- sometime-somehow. Thereupon we walked until our feet started yelling for mercy, and we were just about ready to stop in order to gain a little much-needed rest, when to our despairing ears came the musical twinkle of running water. Of course, it was the creek. Realizing that the creek had run past the cabin, we miraculously did the correct thing, and following the creek, we journeyed upstream, arriving at our destination just as the last rosy red hues of the setting sun disappeared beyond the western horizon. We were footsore and weary, but were we glad to be back! Never did a meal taste so good, even despite the fact that our cook was slightly inferior to a chef, and the amount consumed seriously threatened our not inexhaustible supply, and brought to our minds thoughts of a new and greater famine that would eclipse even that famous famine of the time of joseph. Our larder, however, could be supplemented by stores from a neighboring farmhouse, and, who knows? there might be fish in that creek. although it was only about a foot deep, and almost perfectly clear. Dreaming of the events of the day, we retired to our beds CPD and to another banquet, at which we were again not the guests of honor, but the feast itself, and a sumptuous feast it proved to be. But why prolong your agony, and mine as I recall the events of that remarkable trip? Merely let it suffice to say that after six days of no fun and hard work, coupled with six nights of misery and mosquitoes, we decided to call it a draw, and departed, leaving the insects in complete and undisputed possession of the fort, but without supplies or visible means of existence. I think that every one was very glad to be returning home once again, to food fit to eat, a comfortable bed to sleep in, and no mosquitoes to contend with the sandman. I am positively certain that I was. ' Did we have a good time? No. Emphatically no! But we'll go again when opportunity offers, tapping at our portals with iron hand, cun- ningly concealed in thick gloves. Of course we'll go again. Boys are made that way! - ERVIN M. SANDHAM Page twe'nty-four 19 3 0 551 ?li eelfif

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Ulibt Qllhennlnan The long banquet ending, as all good things must, the victorious insects were finally polite enough to withdraw and allow their conquered victims to arise and discover just how much of the original remained, after the many bites taken. VVe discovered that not only were we all in evidence, but we had actually grown during the night, due to the many small projections on our bodies, mixed with not a few of larger variety. This seemed to be directly opposite to the scientific theory that one must have at least eight hours of sleep in order to develop one's physical being. And who were we to dispute scientific authorities? Following a hasty breakfast, in which the bacon was burned and the coffee, besides being considerably well filled with grounds, tasted as if made with water from the creek instead of from the spring, we embarked on our long looked-forward-to excursion into the woods in search of game. Had we then known to what bitter disappointment we were destined, we should have quietly reposed by our luxuriously-furnished cabin. Dividing nine of us into three groups, each group set out in a different direction. The group I accompanied, after walking perhaps twenty minutes in what was intended to be a straight line, suddenly sighted a squirrel, so we started following it, and, instead of immediately darting up into the leafy haven of the nearest tree, as any self-respecting squirrel would have- done, he scampered serenely onward, closely pursued by three courageous boys. Suddenly, however, our intended quarry vanished, and we discovered that he had ascended a hollow tree and had disappeared into the dreary depths of a deep, dark, opening. There now remained nothing for us to do but to return to the cabin, report our failure, and alibi our way back into prestige as great hunters. 1 Starting back in the direction we thought we had come, we proceeded for a distance of perhaps two miles, when we discovered ourselves to be in a part of the timber we had no recollection of ever having viewed before. So we started off in a different direction, and found the same discouraging fact to be true. Debating the situation, we were rewarded by the irrevocable knowledge that we were lost, lost in a big woods, a woods which we had never before visited, in a section of the country which we knew less than nothing about, and the day rapidly approaching its close. What were we to do? The natural thing for ignorant boys to do was to shout 'til they were hoarse. We did, but to no avail. Not even the birds paid any attention to us. However, after the first dismal feeling at finding ourselves lost-if one does find himself when lost-we decided to walk in a different direction Page twenty-three 1 v l l l 1 4 i 1 A , li ,i 1

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- 4 Eine Qllhennhaan e I ss SOLILOQUY OF THE SENIORS Four happy years of sweet content Have now passed by, and gone, Four happy years of time well spent, And we are passing on. We're passing on, no one knows what Will meet us in the end, But we'l1 e'er try to do our lot Though it be lose or win. The work, we pass to those beneath, Taxe up and bear on high, , The slogan which we now bequeath That is to do or die. And when you find yourselves up here, Laugh not at those below, Remember you were once down there, And knew not where to go. Be careful how you set the pace, Teach others to be true, Do as we say with laughing grace, Not merely as we do. Spend well your time, your days are fewg Four years are quickly goneg Leave nothing in those days to rue, Ere you go rolling on. KcGENE,, BANDY, '30 ' 1 9 3 0 Page twenty-five