Germantown High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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THE CLIVEDEN After touching at San Pedro for fuel, Yvhit became an oiler, superior to a wiper as regards salary and social standing. Some where down ofi' Mexico I too, was promoted. Un a jagged little rock heap of an island coast, I saw the smoking cone of a volcano. The entire crew had been sleeping on deck due to the intense heat, when, in the Gulf of Quihuantepec, a real storm caught us. The Suforpio entered the Bay of Panama about two weeks out of San Pedro. lVe passed Balboa early in the morningg every buoy marking the channel had a awkward-looking pelican atop it. Again by that wonderfully precise system, we were raised from the Pacific to the level of the canal. On entering Gatun Lake we saw several big Crocodiles sprawled on the banks. Our passage was delayed and we had to lay at anchor for some time in the lake. Several of us dove over the side and swam around the ship for a while. The darkies, meanwhile, had been dickering with us over prices for souvenirs and other things. I was taking bells during the latter part of the transit and only came of watch when we were well out of sight of land. In the Caribbean I caught a large sea bird, a booby. The bird and Baldy, the ship parrot, drastically disagreed. NVe saw Cuba and Haiti and Iamaica only as blue clouds on the horizon. Ive were apparently in the vortex of violent storms off Cape Hatteras. There was an always continual supply of wind bellowing from every quarter. Several days later the Suiorpio fol- lowed the low Iersey coast line into Port Newark and there docked. YVe had gained a bit of weight and experience. The fun we had had was incalculable. O1 :ooa :o SOME IRISH IMPRESSIONS Bicycles ......... Guiness' Stout ..... . odors of liquid Qnot airl spirits . . right hand drive autos . . . tram cars an inch wide . . VVoolworth's ..... . brem ice cream .... . restaurants fwhere are they?j . Copper sorr . . . . . daylight at 10 P. M. . . . . trunk labels . . . tea ........... jaunting carts ........ Irish Free State soldiers with gloves on their shoulders ...... Yissir, the appunce, sorr. . . . a queer green flag with a harp . . the Irish Navy fwhere is it?D . . thatched roofs .... . peat ...... . hedges and stone walls . . Murphy's Stout . . castles ....... acrobaticoto kiss the stone . underground passages . dirt roads . . . . . darkhills .... Killarney Lakes .... list like the' lakes t' hum . . . Gap of Dunloe ....... severe cases of brain fever induced by attempts to master coinage system . leather heels blackthor canes ...... shillelahs . . blue eyes . brogue . . curiosity . souvenirs . strange Mauvorneen never came back . and it seems to me ...... Murphy's Stoutl . al 31 la

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THE CLIVEDEN very close to the shores of Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Salvador, Guatemala, and Mexico. On these coasts the mountains rise directly out of the Pacific and stretch range upon range into the hazy blue distance. They are covered with dense tropical forests. The thermol equator follows that close line. Engine room temperature was often a hundred and fifty degrees. The crew were a peculiar conglomera- tion. The cook had played football at Cornell 3 one of the fireman could not read or write. From the stubborn Dutchman to the easy-going Carolinian, they were a hard swearing, hard drink- ing crew, but surprisingly decent to live with. VVe had seen a number of schools of porpoises and many flying fish skimming the waves. The sight of a gull, sitting on the back of a sea turtle, was as amusing as the antics of the sea lions farther north. The precipitious shores of Lower California were unimaginably desolate. Nlountains of red rock and clay, barren of any life, towered up out of a sea made brossy by the fierce reflection of the sun. A month out of Port Newark, we put into San Pedro, in California. Yvhit and I took a day off and went up to Los Angeles and then to Hollywood. The great studios, the palm shaded streets, and the like, were rather interesting. Yve went to Long Beach. On the way we were impressed by the obvious aridity of the country, the prevalence of Mexican settlements, and by a forest of oil wells covering sand hills stretching forty miles and more. Popcorn and swimming suits abound in Long Beach. The next day the Sulorpio sailed for San Francisco. Shortly the refrigerating machinery broke down. Stifling am- monia fumes made the engine room un- bearable. YVe were forced to work in gas masks. The extreme heat added to the inconvenience. YVe drove her into Frisco. After docking late at night, W'hit and I saw a bit of Chinatown, a bit of the section that had been the Barbary'Coast, and quite a bit of the central districts of the city. YVe railed later across the bay to Oakland. But through the Golden Gate again, we paralleled a fog-shrouded coast up to YVillipa harbor, in VVashington. The stevedores loaded lumber at the primi- tive sawmill tower, which the great pine forests all but crowd into the river. The roads are, for the most part of unfinished logs. With the assistance of the honest-to-goodness lumberjacks, almost the entire crew managed very efficiently to get themselves drunk. Whit and I went swimming off a log boom in the icy river and hiked far into the heavily-wooded hills. Heading south again we went a couple of hundred miles up the Columbia River, past salmon rivers and logging operations to Vancouver, Wlash. The pinion gear on the turbine had to be repaired. Whit and I worked steadily for twenty-four hours and more, pulling on chain falls, swinging Mondays, replacing gaskets and bushings. W'e went to Portland. From Portland a day off took us out the Columbia River Highway. Water falls, immense panoramas of pine-covered mountains, snow-capped peaks, en- hanced the beauty of the river valley. The twin lumber cities of Aberdeen and Hoquian were our next ports. Whit and I went to Seattle one week-end, seeing Mount Rainier and very nearly everything of interest. In Seattle we lived well, and by the time we set out for the ship, our capital was negligible. We did reach Aberdeen and were out- ward bound within several days with a load of lumber piled ten feet above decks. .31 3Q Ig.

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LANGUAGES DIE SONNWENDFEIER In allen germanischen Liindern feiert man das Fest der Sommersonnenwende am Tage Johhannis des Tiiufers, dem 24. Juni. Diese Sitte stammt aus der altesten Vorzeit des deutschen Volkes und hat sich durch zwei jahrtausende bis in die Gegenwart erhalten. Durch dieses Fest gibt das Volk seiner Freude iiber die lange Helligkeit Ausdruck, die uns die Sonne an diesem Tage beschert. Am johannisabend ziindet man an vielen Orten Freudenfeuer an. Die Bewohner ziehen unter den Kliingen der Dorfmusik zum Festplatz. Bald beginnt ein lustiges, freudiges Treiben um den angeziindeten Holzstoss. Liebesleute, jeder Bub mit seinem Miidchen, springen uber die Flamme, wohl zum Zeichen, dass sie, wenn es not tut, auch mitein- ander und fiireinander durchs Feuer gehen wollen. Ringsum lagern im Kreise auf dem Boden alle die nicht mitwirken. Die Alten erzahlen Marchen und Sagen, man starkt sich am mitgebrachten Imbiss und freut sich am jungen Volke und seiner Kurzweil. Eine alte Chronik erzahlt, wie Kaiser Friedrich der Dritte im jahre 1473 das Sonnwendfest in Regensburg auf offenem Markte hielt und wie hierbei die vor- nehmsten Hofdamen um das brennende Fass tanzten. Selbst Bischijfe nahmen an diesen Festlichkeiten teil. LA MARSEILLAISE Allonsg enfants de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrive! Contre nous de la tyrannie L'etandard sanglant est leve! Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces feroces soldats? Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes. Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons, Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons! GEBET Herr, lass mich hungern dann und wann, Satt sein macht stumpf und trage, Und schick mir Feinde, Mann um Mann, Kampf halt die Kriifte rege. Gib leichten Fusz zu Spiel und Tanz, Flugkraft in goldne Ferne, Und hang den Kranz, den vollen, Kranz, Mir hiiher in die Sterne! Gusmv FALKE. Qui etait cette dame que j'ai vue avec vous hier soir? Ce n'etait pas une dame, c'etait ma femme! Wer war die Dame, die ich gestern bei dir geschen habe? Das war keine Dame, das war meine --From Deutsche Kulturalunde. Frau. 1 efI32I1e