Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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K ■—■JJOQL —Hiot — 0 1930 Spider Wish m- --------------------- ■ —m 7 he Red Bird It was a beautiful morning in Burnsville, a little country town made up of r.ch estates near New York. The birds were singing and the blue sky was dotted with little white clouds. Joan Cummings was out in her back yard playing tennis with Bill Keets, a neighbor boy. Bill and Joan had practically grown up together. They had lived side by side s.nce Joan was three and Bill was four. Many people had taken them as brother and sister, wh ch was probably due to the fact that both had curly, black hair that framed big, black eyes set in an olive complexion. 1 his particular morning Joan was not up to her standard and Bill was getting the best of her. When the last set was finished and Bill had jumped over the hedge into his yard and was teasing Joan about her low score, out of a clear sky a great red plane dove so low that both Joan and Bill unconsciously ducked. Then it soared away and an arm shot out and waved at them. They stood looking at the plane until it was lost from sight. “Gosh!” exclaimed Bill, “I bet he gets a big kick out of that. I wish Dad would buy me one.” “Gee, I wonder if he's good looking,” sighed Joan. Well, I'll have to be going if I'm to be ready at seven.” Where you goin’?” asked Bill. “Oh, to an old lecture on 'Elements,' Joe asked me to go and I couldn't refuse h m this time because I think he has found out about the time I refused to go to a Bug Lecture with him and then went on that terrible egg hunt with you. He has acted sorta funny since then so I'll have to be quite nice to him. Well, goo'by. Bill. Don't forget our match tomorrow.” So long. Joan, 1 11 be there with bells on—and by the way, I hope you have a good t me at that lecture and learn a lot about hot air. Ha, ha. So long. Joan hurried into the house and had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang and she heard Joe's voice saying hello to her mother. After much hurrying Joan appeared at the door looking like an angel. Hello, Joey. I'm ready.” “Good evening, Joan. My dear you look simply stunning,” remarked Joe, in his aristocratic way. This was by no means an exaggeration because Joan wore a flimsy green chiffon dress that suited her exactly. Little unru y curls had slippe J out from beneath the broad brimmed hat that matched her dress, and her tiny feet were made to seem even smaller by the high heeled green satin pumps. To himslf Joe decided she looked like a fairy, but it wou'd never do to tc:1 a lady that. M ■ Mine 19 0d 00 . - 00t- ' DOW- W

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X 30 Tiie 1930 Spider Web 30 OC X Nonsense It was early one morning, Just before I went to school— That my old Ford stopped, Like a Government mule. I looked into my gas tank. Though I thought I had a plenty; And there to my astonishment, I found I hadn't any. So I walked the mtle to town. And 1 bought a little gas. Just before I got it home again. The clock showed eight half-past. I poured the gas into the tank. And to my supreme delight She started with a chugity chug. So again I was all right. 1 headed for dear old high school. What a take off I did make; By the time I reached the parking place. All the cops were in my wake. I hurried to my classroom, For I thought that I was late. But to show how fast I traveled. It was still just half-past eight. And then up came the chief of police. He was hot and bothered and seeing red; He asked me what was my excuse, For driving like a mutton head. I explained my s’tuat'on. And attentively he did 1 sten To me, I saw the pr'son gates. And boy! they sure did glisten. He told me he was once a boy. He knew of my predicament— So this time he would let it go. But the next tme it would cost me. so, I guess that I will drive more slow. Unless I'm late to school sum mo”. —-LeSLYE WINCHESTER.

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o o»c- ■11 kiq 0 T e 2S30 Spider Web o( me 1.1 )ooc=3o They drove to the lecture in Joe’s electric car. His mother would not allow him to have a rough hoy’s car. No indeed, Joey should have one made for a gentleman. Joan was thinking the lecture quite boring when a speaker announced that they had a special speaker who had something to say about air. “Oh dear,” thought Joan, “Another dumb—why!—Oh, isn't he marvelous7 For the speaker now was a light curly headed youth, with great sparkling blue eyes Joan did not listen very attentively to his speech, but she thought that curl tlu' kept slipping down into his eye was perfectly adorable. Joey, I would just love to learn more about air, please introduce me. Please, Joey.” AH right, but I could tell you all you want to know.” But, Joey, he is such a distinguished person and speaker. Please.” Joan had her way. Bill, Bill, oh Bill. Listen, I met the best looking speaker last night and he’s an aviator. He was telling about air pockets and 1 made Joey introduce us, and Joey asked him, for me, of course, to come to lunch here this afternoon. Gee, I'm so thrilled. I’ll have to go now and see that everything is all right. Goo’by, and I won’t be able to play this afternoon. ’By.” Goodby, Joan.” Well that 'et’s me out, thought Bill. When Bill was eating his lunch he heard the drone of a plane very close. He rustled out and saw the saint red p'anc that had come so close yesterday, landing in the vacant lot next to the Cummings’ estate. He saw Joan rush out to meet the tall blond boy climbing out of the cockpit. They all went in the house and Bill noticed how tall and awkward the boy seemed. About two hours later Bill heard the plane soar away and then Joan's voice. Bill, Bill. Come on let’s play tennis,” she cried. All right, say what made your boy friend leave so soon? “Oh, he sure is bashful. lJad said something about us playing tenn's and h. immediately said that he had to go back and look over his plane, that he was taking a little trip tomorrow. And did he blush. Come on, I bet I can beat you.” The next morning Joan was all excited and ran over and showed the headline; of the paper to Bill. This s the way it read, Lindbergh Starts Trans-Atlantic Flight. Farther down it said that he was doing this in order to make friendship b-tween the countries. Well.” said Bill after reading it, “I don't see anything for you to get so excited over. But, Bill, that was the name of the aviator that was here, and here is his picture. Why. just think, I entertained a hero.” Good gosh,” exclaimed Bill. —Margaret Raikf.y. ' win —Ml ----W1 20 n —MWM------» •«— —Ml'r Ml c