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

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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

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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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0 A u fs Q u U UI UI UI UI UI GU II UI I UI 'D II U UI GD 1869 QQ,-be,-se,-QQ,-mf-se,-D THE MELTING POT c.faQ.Aic.faQ.faQ.foQ THE SUPERSTITIOUS OLD BACHELOR fBy Marie Clessonj First I will give you a little account of Mr. Coonrod. Mr. Coonrod was a kind, honest man whom everyone seemed to like even though he was very superstitious. Of course, I would speak well of Mr. Coonrod because as it so happened he was my uncle. My uncle spent many dreary days in his little log cabin which was mostly due to his superstitions and of course as I said in my title he was a bachelor, so he didn't have a wife to help him keep the cabin clean and neat. Next we'll take a look inside the cabin to see what Mr. Coonrod looks like as he sits reading by the fireplace. Of course we mustn't look at his clothes, his shoes especially because they cover such a large area it might take us five or ten minutes to decide whether they were shoes or a couple of those large sled-runners like we see on a bob-sled, but one thing we will notice is his face. Now really my uncle isn't so bad looking in the face because he favors me a little. His nose isn't over three or four inches long and his chin is rather convenient because it turns up enough so as to make a good coat hanger, and his eyes which are not much larger than a silver dollar just set off that nose and chin. Since I said he was superstitious perhaps I had better tell of one superstition which caused him to be laid away in his grave. One day when I was visiting my uncle he asked me to prepare dinner because he said his feet were so tired he could hardly get around. So, like a nice boy, I peeled some potatoes and got them already to put in the skillet. I found there was no salt so I ran down to the neighbors and borrowed some. I got dinner ready and we sat down to eat. My uncle said: Forgot to tell you I was out of salt, and I just bet those potatoes are good Without salt. Why uncle, I said, HI borrowed some salt from Mr. Jones. And you never saw such fits in all your born days. Old uncle jumped up and down and screamed: Now we'll have bad luck the rest of our lives just on account of borrowing that salt. Maybe you think I didn't yell when he flopped one of his big feet down on mine, and it didn't bother me either when he fell over dead as he did, just so he got that big foot off of me. THE MUSIC OF THE RAIN qBy Ettaregina Hagenj Raindrops patter on the roof And in the winding lanes Like a tiny orchestra Playing sweet refrains. Dancing yellow daffodils Nod their pretty heads, Violets and buttercups Sway in grassy beds. Then, pausing for a little while They lift their lips to drink. Oh, rain is like an orchestra, A symphony, I think! iContinued on Page 291 UI .3 I UI I u I u UI UI D I u UI UI UI UI UI u UI I Q UI I U IJ Q UI I Q 5 X J QIBQIBQIBQZBQZEQIBQIBCQ 1932 QLIDQZBLZDQZQLIOLZOLIBQ 27