Lincoln High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Manitowoc, WI)

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THE FLUAMBEAU The Storm By Beatrice Stark It began shortly after noon on the fifth day of the girls ’ stay at camp. The Templeton camp fire girls were at Lake Five for a fortnight’s out- ing. As has been stated, this was the fifth day after their arrival, and, be- cause of the storm, they were obliged to remain in the big living room of the cottage. : The rain was coming down in torrents, the wind was blowing wildly, and the waves of the little lake were lashed to foam. After the girls had finished their simple lunch, they gathered in the liv- ing room, and proceeded to establish themselves in groups which read, wrote or chatted and perhaps grumbled a little. In one part of the room, looking out of the window, sat a little girl, quite alone. Ruth Davidson was a new member of the camp, as well as a new resi- dent of Templeton. Miss Evans, the girls’ chaperon, had discovered the fact that she had been a camp fire girl in her former home, and so she had promptly made her a member of this camp. The girls had tried to be nice to her but she either did not care to becume intimate or was somewhat back- ward. Only one of all the girls seemed to understand her at all, and that was Helen Church, whose cot she shared. Early each morning Ruth went out on the lake and remained there all day, except when she returned for meals or to help with the little duties that the girls had. As the storm raged ou, it brought with it darkness, and soon the girls were unable to read or write. Some of them climbed the narrow stairs to the little rooms above, where they «could be heard laughing and talking. It was shortly after four o’clock when talking and laughter, both upstairs and down, ceased. The cause was a scream anda thud, which told of a body having landed at the foot of the stairs. Ruth was the first one at the side of the girl who had fallen, but as Miss Evans and the older girls came up, she stepped back. Marion West lay in a crumpled, unconscious heap at the foot of the stairs. | They picked her up and placed her ona couch while Miss Evans examined her. Suddenly she gave an exclamation; at the same tine Marion became conscious. Miss Evans had discovered a fracture in Marion's left forearm. ““Girls,”’ said she, ‘Marion’s arm is broken!” There was a startled cry from the group about her. ‘ How didit happen, dear?” she asked Marion. “Twas coming down, and when J got into the hall, it was so dark I couldn’t see when I reached the stairway, aud I fell ” She tried to sit up bat fell back with a groan, complaining of a quee- pain in her left side.

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THE FLAMBEAU Thrice again the youths and maidens Have responded to that summons. Yet each time a few returned not, Beckoned on by other pleasures. Two and seventy remaining Elave o’ercome each difficulty; Have obtained the gifts of Wisdom; Foremost were the youths in trackwork; In.athletics, fame and honor, Prominent they were in gaining. Orators can ne’er excel them; So 'tis said by those who’ve heard them. Maidens, too, have done their duty, Sharing all the Temple’s burdens; Active in each undertaking. Oft the music of their voices Sweetly through the halls has echoed. Schooled they were in all the phases Of that science called Domestic; In the serving of those luncheons None could e’er excel these maidens. Fragrant odors oft were wafted From these culinary efforts. Victory again attained they— Having mastered Wisdom’s lessons, Highest honors were they given. Rightly may we feel most happy Of this class to be a number. Tis to few the honor given. Bravely have they striven onward, Toward the goal of their ambition; From the Temple soon are going To return no more as students. For these two and seventy seniors, ‘Passed have high school's privileges; All its pleasures gone forever. Life’s realities await them, As they leave this school of Knowledge Near the gently winding river, By the shores of the Great Water,

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THE FLAMBEAU ‘This is rather serious I am afraid,” said Miss Evans. ‘‘We can fix the arm, but there may be internal injuries for which we can do nothing. Helen, will you call up Doctor Hoyt?” ‘T— —I can't, Miss Evans.” ““Why not?” ‘Che telephone is out of order. I forgot to have it fixed and Pierson’s is the nearest phone.” Pierson’s was the home of a millionaire who lived across the lake. He was a bachelor and spent most of his time at the lake, although he owned a large hotel in the city twenty miles awav. The real name of his cottage was Walloweegan which is the Indian name for Camp Rest. The only, or rather nearest telephone to the girls’ cottage was the one at Camp Rest, and how was it to be used on a day like this. Miss Evans was in despair. ““We must do something; Jane and Margaret will youset Marion’s arm? Will one of you volunteer to go ’round the lake with me? It will be hard walking, I know, but we must go.” : “Miss Evans,” called one of the girls from the window, ‘“‘I believe Ruth Davidson is trying to cross the lake by boat. I saw her leave the cot- tage before, and there’s a boat down near the pier now.” Miss Evans hurried to the window; then she ran out into the rain, down to the beach. “Ruth,” she called, but received no answer. Several rods from shore however a boat was slowly but surely moving out across the lake. Miss Evans ran back to the cottage. “Helen and Winifred,” she said hurriedly, “‘get into your waterproofs; take the field glasses and go down to the boat house. Ruth Davidson is crossing the lake; watch her and be ready to go to her rescue at any moment. Jane and Margaret, have you finished your work?” The girls had not quite finished and so Miss Evans helped them. Down in the boat house, two girls sat in one of the boats, ready to push it through the doors into the lake. Their eyes were fastened on a dark ob- ject out onthe lake. The field glasses helped them only a little because of the downpour of the rain, and the fact that the little boat was hidden at times in the tossing arms of the waves. “‘Look, Jane,” said Winifred, ‘‘she is getting too near the bog; she’ll be swamped if she gets stuck there.”’ ‘‘No,” said Jane who had the glasses “‘she is working away from there, but Iam afraid she will run aground on the point. No, she is all right now.”’ “How can she doit?” said Winifred, wonderingly; ‘“‘she does not look strong, does she? Let me have the glasses.” Fora while they were silent, then, “‘O,” cried Winifred, ‘‘she is going right into Pierson’s wharf. O, no she is not either;she is makinz for the boat house now.”