Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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AN ADVENTURE. 17 while my friend went out to find a squirrel. He soon returned with two, and these constituted our bill of fare for supper, but anything does when you're really hungry. We picked out the softest places we could find and decided to make the best of it for the night. The moon came up and its soft yellow light filtered through the arch of leaves overhead, and spread itself in large patches on the dead leaves. Many times before morning I awoke, and the stillness of the night and the weird pictures presented by the woods in the moonlight, filled me with a sort of awe for the vast forest. The next morning, after a little careful observation, we found our trail, and soon reached home. But that experience I never can forget, and many times 1 find myself dreaming of those woods and their weird moonlight shadows. —RTCHARD VOSPER, ’09. CLASS FEELING. This year a great deal of class feeling sprang up between the Sophomores and Freshmen. There had been little of this class spirit shown before this fall. Why should there be any this fall? I have no doubt but that it sprang up because of the feelings and actions of the Freshmen themselves. A year ago there were no such demonstrations of class spirit. To be sure, I w'as asked by some of the upper classmen how I liked the high school. I invariably responded to the question, “Oh, I like it much better than the Central school.” But this year when I passed the self-same question down, the answer was, “Oh, I think it’s punk,” or perhaps, “Oh, it’s perfectly swell.” Is it strange when we hear a little Freshman telling about his “comp.” and adopting other things which in the past belonged exclusively to upper classmen, and exclaiming when he comes from his class meeting, “Oh, we’re getting right there. We’re IT all right”—is it strange that the Sophomores should have a fet.ing akin to that which some people have when they see a spoiled child become over-imperative—the desire to spank it? —RUTH NORM INC,TON. 'o()

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16 THE EM A X()X. AN ADVENTURE. While in the northern woods, a friend of mine and I hau a rather novel experience which proved how easily a person can be deceived. It was a fine, clear day, quite warm, without a breath of wind, and as there was not much to do my friend and I took our guns and started into the woods to look over a tract of tim- ber three or four miles back. We walked slowly, stopping here and there to pick a few berries, or examine a tree, not hurrying a bit; we wandered along so slowly that it was about three o’clock when we reached the trail that led ofi to the place. As I had been there before I had no thought of the possi- bility of being lost, so we hurried along, paying little or no atten- tion to the appearance of the woods we wrere going through. We soon came to a belt of hardw'ood. and after some hunt ing found the old blazes made by the government surveyor years before. Following these blazes we soon made out the corner of the lot, the direction in which it ran, and located sev- eral witness trees, upon which were stamped the date and num- ber of the lot. We then started out to look over the timber, walking here and there and noting approximately the majority of the large trees, and their condition in regard to soundness. While doing this we became so interested in the different things w'e saw that we paid no attention to the direction we were going. However, it suddenly occurred to us that it was about time to start for home, and, turning around I started off in the direc- tion 51 the path, as I thought. We walked for quite a while, when my friend suddenly said. I know' we are not going in the right direction, for I have noticed several things that we passed not long ago. But 1 was sure I was right, so we kept on ; however, we had not gone over three hundred feet when we w alked into the exact place where we had been before we started for home! We sat down and had a good laugh at first, but gradually began to think more seriously of it, as it was growing dark. We knew we were a long way from home and that we w'ould certainly lose our way if we tried it again in the l$irk, so 1 built a fire.

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THK KMANON is A VISIT AT CAMP. What is more fun than a visit at camp, if the weather is fair, the stay not too long, and several other “ifs”? But a day and night are just enough to make one want to stay longer. At least we thought it so when we visited a camp on Lake Superior. The camp was situated on the brow of a hill covered with woods. At the foot of it was the lake, while on one side was the channel through which ships pass going to and from Duluth, rather than rounding Keweenaw Point. The first thing to do was to inspect the premises. There were two tents, the sole furniture of which were beds made of mattresses of balsam over which were spread blankets. Outside was the table, a very important factor at such a place. A cupboard was just being made of boards fastened between two trees. The dinner was even now in progress and very soon a famished lot of people sat dow1n for their first meal in the woods, and you may be sure not one left as long as there was a morsel of food in sight. All were in despair when it was realized that nearly all the week’s supply had disappeared. Dinner being over, it was time to go down on the beach. One of the children reached it more quickly than she meant to, for after rolling over and over, she found herself on her nose in a pile of sand. It immediately began to swell, until she was mostly nose, and a very black and blue one at that. We at first feared it was broken, but when it turned out to be nothing serious we took it as a matter of course, feeling that it was one of those trifles which one expects on such an occasion, to vary the monotony. I say we took it as a matter of course, all but the victim, for her wails could be heard loud and long, and we felt sorry to see that nose walking along with two little eyes on each side and the rest of the child beneath. Our attention was next called to the water. Just off the shore was a boom of logs waiting to be towed off. It was formed by a chain of logs forming a circle which enclosed many loose ones. At once there was a cry from the youngsters to go in wading and jump them. ‘‘Yes, you may wade,” they were answered, “if you are careful not to go out too far. They were explicitly told to keep their clothes dry, for these were all they had with them, as they expected to leave the