Emmerich Manual High School - Ivian Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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14 MIND AND HAND. ON LAKE ERIE. MY LITTLE FRIEND. ©NE year ago last summer I took a pleas- ure trip to Put-in-Bay, au island in Lake Erie. After a day ' s tiresome riding on the train, we arrived in Sandusky, a beautiful town in Northern Ohio. The next day we started for the island, and after two hours ' pleasant riding, we reached our destination. Put-in-Bay is one of a large cluster of islands situated in the southern portion of Lake Erie. It is a well-known summer re- sort, and people go there from all parts of the United States to spend the summer months. Every day excursion boats arrive from the neighboring cities — Cleveland, Detroit and Toledo. One pleasant trip that we had, was a row around the island of Gibraltar, so called be- cause of its steep and rocky shores. It was upon this island that Commodore Perry placed the flagstaff after his famous victory over the British in September, 1818. Luring our stay, we took advantage of one of the weekly excursions to Cleveland. We left the island early in the morning, be- cause Cleveland is sixty-three miles from Put-in-Bay, and it requires five hours to make the trip. The water was very rough, and the lake was covered with white-caps. Upon arriving, w T e first visited Lake View Cemetery, and there saw the famous tomb of Garfield. This is a magnificent struc- ture of granite and highly polished marble. We took a ride along Euclid avenue, the beautiful residence street of Cleveland, and one of the finest in the United States. When we had seen the most important things in the city, we went back to the boat and started for Put-in-Bay. The weather had cleared up since morning, and going back we had one of those beautiful moon- light rides, so delightful on a lake. Chauncy W. Brown, 9 B Grade. WHAT a solemn expression for one so young ! This is what I have heard a number of persons remark, as they gazed at my little friend. She is indeed an odd-looking child, with- out any of that happy, thoughtless look seen on the faces of almost all young chil- dren. Her large, blue eyes, which are rather deeply set, have quite a wise look ; her skin is white and transparent and never takes on a pink glow, unless she is slightly irritated; her hair, which is light in color, frames a face which would otherwise be very plain. Her nose is small, but promi- nent, and her lips, unusually colorless, curl slightly upward at the corners. But seeing the child when she has been humored or favored in some way, and is perfectly happy, completely changes the ex- pression. The lips part in a broad smile, showing a row of white teeth, the eyes glisten with joy, so that the plain child of a moment ago can scarcely be recognized. She does not seek the company of chil- dren, but is contented to sit and play with her dolls or read quietly from a story-book. When any of her little friends come to visit her, however, she brings out all her toys and seems as bright as any one, and there is not a prettier face anywhere. Gertrude Wahl, 9 A. THE MANUFACTURE OF PAPER. THE earliest nations of whom we have any knowledge must have had some- thing on which to record events. The inhabitants of each country took what- ever they found near their homes for this purpose. The old Chaldeans, who lived thousands of years ago, made tablets of clay and marked on them with a wedge-shaped instrument. The Egyptians utilized the leaf of one of their native plants, and called it papyrus, from the name of the plant.

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MIND AND HAND. L3 ing nothing so very wrong, she said: You ' ll find a package of needles in my basket. I did not rise to get the needles, so she stood quietly by me. At last she said: There is something else the mat- ter; I want you to tell me. The only answer she received was a command to Go ' way. She went to the bird, I suppose to wait till I was quieter. When she neared that dreadful cage she started, then called to him, Billy, Billy. The little creature fluttered about frantically. She turned to me, her face white with horror. Sister, did the cat catch him? No answer. In a few moments she added, in a broken voice, Well, it is better he died at once than to be out alone with nothing to eat and the cold to fight. That settled it ; she should believe him dead; I could not tell her the real truth now, still I would say nothing about it. The bell rang. Exultant voices were heard outside, Missis, Missis, here ' s your bird; we caught him out there by Court Street And half a dozen ragamuffins tumbled in, holding out Billy, our darling, to us. I was relieved. Billy is safe and mo re impertinent than ever. But somehow, strange as it may seem, the new bird is the dearer to me. Theresa Marie Bell. MECHANICAL DRAWING ROOM.

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MIND AND HAND. L5 Although our word paper is derived from this Egyptian word, the process of making paper is in no respect like that of the ancients. It is made in a very complex manner and of different kinds of materials. The finest, which is made of linen rags, is called lined paper, while the cheaper grades are made of rags, old paper and wood pulp. The following is a short explanation of the process of making new paper out of old . The old paper is first placed in a large tuh, where a machine grinds it into pulp and mixes it with water. Prom here it runs into a large tank in the cellar, where it is left until ready to he converted into paper. This pulp must go through a long row of cylinders. The first few of these are covered with wire cloth and take out most of the dirt from the pulp. As it is carried along, the pulp forms in sheets on the cylinders. These sheets can he made smaller by wrapping cotton cloth on the edges of the rollers, as pulp will not adhere to cotton. It goes through several of these rollers, and is then taken off by cylinders covered with woolen blankets. While on these the water is pressed out and the sheet becomes firm enough to pass on through several sets of heated rollers, by which it is thoroughly dried. From here it rolls between a pair of cylinders which give it the required thickness. Then it is cut into sizes by a machine, and is ready for commercial use. In making paper out of rags, a great deal more labor is required. They must be sorted, dusted and bleached before under- going the above process. The Egyptians used their paper only to write on, but to-day it is used for innum- erable purposes. As it is free from a great many of the defects of wood and iron, it is rapidly taking the place of these in modern manufacturing. Nesha Marks, 10 B Grade. MY CAVALRY CHARGE. AN IMAGINATIVE SKETCH. rr HINGS were beginning to get danger- i ous. A large shot plowed into the ground almost at my horse ' s feet and threw the dirt high in the air. The battle was already involving most of our men. Our company of cavalry, with one or two others, were the onl} 7 troops not in the en- gagement. Our horses pawed and stamped the ground impatiently and seemed as eager as the men to get into the fight. The enemy seemed to be getting the better of us. We were superior to them in infantry, but their artillery was commit- ting fearful havoc in our lines. That battery must be taken, shouted the gen- eral, riding up to our captain, or we shall lose the day. Our cavalry was ordered to charge and capture the guns. At the word of com- mand we dashed forward, our sabres flash- ing in air as they came from the scabbards. We swept down the gentle slope in front of us and commenced the ascent on the other side. Already many saddles were empty, still on we galloped. A shot struck the calf of my leg and went on through, killing my horse under me. I was dashed to the ground and pinned there by the weight of the dead animal. The cavalry swept on and left me lying there. My leg was bleeding, and I was stunned by the violence of the fall, but I instinctively turned my head to watch my comrades as they charged up the hill, and the words of the officer rang in my ears: If you capture the guns the day is ours. It seemed a long time before they reached the top, but at last I saw them close in upon the gunners. Next I heard a cry. Was it victory or defeat? I knew not, for I had fainted. AVill Ballard, 10 A, English.