Lick Wilmerding High School - Commencement Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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M L1W1L LIFE gm? f Wg June, 1927 it Fifteen seconds ! Conway had the ball and was going to make a desperate' shot, but I signalled him to let me have it. I fumbled the catch, but recovered. There was just time for a long, careful throw to basket. I tensednmyself--and shot. Marshall was away from me before the ball left my hands. Then he turned and sprang toward the other Sewell center. Conway went down, but Marshall was in time to throw the Sewell man back and break the fall. Then he crumpled. I caught him, though the sudden weight brought me to my knees. The Sewell center raced past me to beat Peter Murdock to the ball, but both of them were too late. The game was over. ' y There was a m0ment's silence. Conway got to his feet dizzily. I stood up, pulling Marshall to his feet too. Conway ran out, tossed me his megaphone, and put his arm around Ma1'shall's waist. Come on! I called to the crowd, Hammond and Sewell supporters alike. Give the biggest nine you've got for Marshall, and make it long and loud ! They gave it almost without leading, for most of them had seenwhat I had seen-that he had used his last strength to save Conway from a very nasty fall, and then gone down himself in a faint. VVe helped him off the court, Cooper and I. A wave of rooters poured down from the benches, but we would not let them take him. We were proud of having played against him. I think that not a Hammond supporter would have wished to win from such an opponent, and I at least was glad and grateful when I glanced up at the scoreboard and saw that the score was tied at twenty-three. Inspiration JULA SAMUELY, 271. In the darkness of the pine-tree There's a touch of ecstasy, In the throat of robin red-breast . Therefs a haunting melody. In the heart of misty mountains I There's a lovely mellowed sheen That plays upon your heartstrings Like a sweet face in a dream. There is something in a handclasp, In a smile from sunshine's lips, In the scarlet glow on waters On the sunburnt sails of ships. In the fastness of the forest There's the spark of life - a thrill - I cannot quite describe it - Inspiration - what you Will. I Page Z4 1

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- - LiW'L L152 big indoor court near the football stadium -- was jammed so full that the hot-dog and peanut men had to step over people sitting in theaisles. They cheered us as we came out. Harry Cooper was leading. Then they began to sing one of the school songs while we warmed up. I amused myself trying to shoot goals in time to the music. I wasn't very successful. Then Sewell cheered l1er team, especially Marshall. I heard that he had been shifted to guard after the first two games, and that he played even better there than he had at center. The subs left the Floor and we took our positions. The referee's whistle blew, and the ball went up. A Marshall was guarding me. He was wonderful. It was almost impossible for me to get close to the basket. However, he was disturbed by two men on his team. They were evidently the ones Cooper had mentioned. Schirnter, our other forward, was having a terrible time with his guard, who was a very clever fouler. Play square, can't you P ordered Marshall in a sharp whisper as he passed the guard. He had to repeat the caution several times, and it worried him. Our guards were not much good. That meant that we must put all our attention on scoring more than Sewell could. With Marshall guarding me, that was work, but it was wonderful work. Any one could enjoy playing against him. We made sixteen points in the first half, and Sewell made eighteen. Almost no subs had been put in, but we had to let Schirmer and Arthur Murdock rest after the half. Hewett and Conway replaced them, but Hewett didn't stay in long. After four or five minutes he slipped-but I know the Sewell center had some- thing to do with it l-and had to be helped off the court. Urquhart guarded the chief Sewell scorer after that. Marshall was playing queerly as the third quarter ended. I couldn't make it out, and it puzzled me as we changed places. After I began to understand, I ad- mired him more than ever. I-Ie was trying to prevent other injuries caused by the foul players on his own team-and they were fast players, too-and guard me at the same time. The score was even at twenty-one to twenty-one. Marshall was all over the place. He was guarding both Conway and me, and elbowing out the other Sewell guard as much as he could. His face was very pale, and the strain seemed to be trying him. He had been going at a tremendous pace, and still was. I hadn't kept track of the time, of course. I was too busy for that. But some one shouted, A minute and a half to go! Keep it up, boysf, Sewell scored again. It was a pretty play, too. Marshall took almost no part in it. His breath was com- ing in short gasps. I did not notice that especially, for all of us were short-winded enough by that time. Peter Murdock flipped the ball to me when it went up again. I passed it under Marshall's guard to Conway. Thirty seconds to play l Conway knew his limitations. He dared not try for the basket unless he could get in closer, which would be a very lo11g chance. He passed back again. The Sewell center caught the ball and threw it to the other end of the court-a nice shot-but Peter Murdock was in like a Hash of lightning to catch it and race back. fl'age 231

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f1me,1927 ,W I., I, -II ,..l1MfglfiIi, A Tale of the Sea B. GRILLo, ZSJ gat. Y name is Thomas Dawson. My Viking ancestry has probably been the cause of my sailor's life. Ever since I was a little curly towhead boy of eight or nine the sea has attracted me. When I was only fourteen I shipped on the brig Frederick as a cabin boy and ever since then 111y life has been spent on the sea. The last ship I sailed on went down in a hurricane off the Bermudas, so I of new seal beaches. signed up with the crew of the good ship Flavia, bound for the Antarctic in search After putting out to sea, everything went well until we sighted the southern icebergs standing out coldly white and mysterious. It was the third night the crash came. I was awakened out of a sound sleep by the cries, She's sinking I I leaped from my bunk and rushed on deck. All was confusion! The hoarse shouts of fear-maddened men rose above the uproar of the crashing timbers. Because of my long acquaintance with the sea, I knew about how long it would take to lower the boatsg so, hastily dressing in the warmest woolen clothes I could find, I got on deck in time to jump into the last boat leaving the ship. The ship sank almost immediately after our desertion. In the hurry and rush to get out of reach of the encircling eddies caused by the sinking schooner, we lost sight of all the other boats in the overhanging haze. This did not cause us any immediate worry as each boat had independent supplies. The rations in our boat were made up of two or three hundred pounds of pork and several kegs of water, with the usual supply of ship biscuits. This seemed plenty, but, considering that we were out of the beaten paths of ships, it didn't look so large after the first few days. The fifth day the young cabin boy died. VVe cast the body overboard. After 1l1at the weaker men failed rapidly. I had a very strong constitution but I was also better protected than the other men in the matter of clothing. Finally there were only five of us left, the others having died from cold and exposure. It was then that Hanson, the burly second-mate, began to growl over the divi- sion of the supplies. The captain, johnson, the ship's doctor, Warbuck, and my- self ranged ourselves at one end of the boat with the supplies while Hanson and his fellow mutineers went to the other. They rushed us intending to get at the provisions but we easily overpowered them, knocking them overboard. After drifting around for almost three weeks, we finally saw a small island. The sea was so rough that we feared to attempt a landing, but it was certain death to stay in the boat, our water and meat having given out two days before. At last we came to the conclusion that we would try to reach shore. I was at the oars as I had shown the least sign of fatigue. WVe headed straight for the surf when a mammoth wave came from behind and overturned the boat. I instinctively kept hold of the oar, for which I am thankful for, as without it I could never have reached the shore. My first thought was for my late companions but I never saw them again. My first concern was the nature of the island I had so happily and fortunately f Page 25 Il