Le Roy High School - Melting Pot Yearbook (Le Roy, IL)

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fQQfA3QfQ5QfAUQ.fADQfAUQf4D THE MELTING POT LIBQZDQZDQZOQZOLZSCQ P U I 9 BOYS GLEE CLUB U J UI UI Ui Ui Q at . . J U I Back Row-CLeft to Rightj Miss Barnum, D. Hill, R. Wesley, M. Kimler, W. Trot- , u ter, B. Strain, E. Scott, P. McClanahan. Front Row-B. Fenstress, S. Hamman, T. U Robbins, G. Kuehling, S. Mason, H. Lane, H. Peyton, P. Buckles, P. Lowe. U, U, U, ul THE ROLL U A. J. Keenan Paul Buckles J Roscoe Wesley Brandon Strain Guy Kuehling Stanley Mason J Ballard Fentress Dale Rigney b Paul McC1anahan Malcolm Kimler 'fa Edgar scott Dick Hill Xp Harold Peyton Thomas Robbins U Paul Lowe Herbert Lane J Wendell Trotter Stanley Hamman J Accornpanist, Ettaregina Hagen fo 5 UD QQCQIBGXBLYBQZBQIBQIBQ 1932 QQ-IDC-199-199 109 IDC 181 IBO

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QQ1'5Q1'3Qf5Q1'3Qf5C7'3 QZDQZDQZQ-3ll3LIDQ..f1-DCS U' , U V' GIRLS' GLEE CLUB ' J J J J J J J J J J I I U U Q I J J I U v J U I U I Back Row-fLeft to Righty Miss Barnum, E. Hagen, M. Reynolds, R. Bishop, M. I V Kimler, M. Cosby, B. Phares, R. Michaels, E. Brown, E. Robbins, M. Lambert. U Front Row-R. Patterson, M. Kelley, L. Banner, A. Pendleton, G. Dooley, M. John- UI son, B. Barr, M. Dooley, J. McKean, M. Hendren, I. L. Banner, M. Hendren. UI U, U, J I THE ROLL U J I U i Rhea Patterson U Agnes Pendleton Mildred Cosby J Marian Kelly Virginia Strayer J Rose Bishop Marie Johnson J Marjorie Kimler Barbara Barr J Marjorie Lambert UI Accompanist, J Eunice Robbins Janet McKean Mignon Hendren Margradel Dooley Ina LaVerne Banner Betty Phares Rosemary Michaels Geraldine Dooley Louise Banner Marjorie Hendren Ettaregina Hagen J I u J J J J I I 6Q!A5QI'DQ!ADQ!-DQIADQIADQI-DQ 193 2 GDC.1OC.lDC.IBC.18C.I8C.I9lZDC5 24

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QQf5Q,-Dcfuefucaf-sefs THE MELTING POT QZOQIBQZDLIQLZOQIBQ UI LITERARY J UI THE NEW ORLEANS WHARF 4By Robert Smithy J Of all the interesting sights I saw on my trip south, the wharf at New Orleans was by far the most fascinating and amusing. As we came down to the wharf, with J the mingled odors of fresh roasted coffee from the huge coffee terminals, ship loads of bananas, cargoes of other fruits and spices greeting us, we were prepared to see Uh things strange to a native northerner. The first thing to greet our eyes was the Capital, a large white excursion boat that is used for taking sight-seers on a short ' trip up the Mississippi to see the wonderful wooded hills and beautiful plantation U homes. Continuing on our way down the wharf, we watched the seagulls that fiew around J us and swam on the water. While we were thus looking, a somewhat ragged looking, red nosed individual came up to us and informed us that farther down at the banana wharf we could watch men unload bananas. For some hundred yards he told us of the many interesting things about the wharf, and then finally decided to leave. How- 3 ever, before leaving he handed over to us a huge sob story. After he found where 'f our homes were, he said he was a citizens of Quincy, Illinois, and surely was glad to see someone from his home state. I wanted to tell him then, that no one raised a J southern drawl like his in Northern Illinois. He then added that the dreadful disease Pellagra had caused him to come South. Being almost well now, he wanted us to Ui give him enough money to cross the Mississippi on the ferry. We imparted to him our utmost sympathy, and gave him fifteen cents. On receiving this sum and gratefully i I U thanking us, he departed, not toward the ferry, but in exactly the opposite direction, U no doubt to give a further cherry red tinge to his nose. J After this bold interruption we strolled on again, finally coming to where they J were loading cotton on some large South American steamers. Nearly all the working 3 men are colored because darkies work for so little money. However, all the overseers UL U are white. Inside the warehouse, we saw huge bales of cotton piled high in every i direction. They appear to weigh about one hundred pounds but really weigh six , U hundred pounds. Mules are used a great deal on the wharf for hauling huge wagons U iilled with cotton bales. J Now, taking the advice of our Pellagra friend, we went farther down the wharf J where they were unloading bananas from huge South American Freighters. To do g this, they used an immense banana unloader. This was pushed out until part of it J U was within reach of the men on the ship. The bananas are carried from the ship to , the shore on a very wide belt. The bunches of this well liked fruit are watched as P U U they come in, by a group of men. Every once in a while the unloader will stop so these men can inspect a certain bunch of bananas that they may think has some sort of disease on it, or is infested with some harmful insect. J Q Having satistied our curiosity in regard to this tropical fruit, we started back along the wharf. Many men of our interrupter's type were sitting around. Here 3 and there we saw Custom Officers carrying out their duty of industriously examining all sorts of baggage. i All the ships were getting a much needed scrubbing and looked clean. Just U before we got out of sight of the ships, the derrick on one of them seemed to wave good-bye to us as it swung around and deposited the bales of cotton onto the ship. i Thus we left, in my opinion, the most fascinating, interesting, and amusing sight in our whole southern trip. U u Q G1 eefrucfief-QQ,-Def-DQ,-sefsqg 1932 oafomfoafocfemfeafacfao 26