Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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

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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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3o The 1S)30 £i id r Web oc 30 OC DO C A Journey When my mother was a girl a ra'lway trip to a ne.ghhoring town was an event. So, also, was an unchaperoned journey for young people an almost unheard of thing When my mother was twelve years old some family friends moved from Monmouth to Galesburg and upon becoming settled sent repeated invitations to my grandmother to send the two girls, Magdaline and Catheryne, on a visit. So one Sunday morning armed with an umbrella and a “grip”, the two set out. They arrived at the depot two hours before train time as their motto was “two hours too soon was better than two minutes too late. The woman in the depot lunch room knew them and after quizzing them concerning their trip learned that they could not he restrained at home long enough to eat breakfast so she took pity on them and gave them some cookies and an apple to eat. I will skip over the excitement due to the arrival of the train and the uneventful railway journey of sixteen mile;, which was made safely, that evidently being an off morning for wrecks, and take up my story again after the girls had successfully found their way through the Galesburg depot to the street car tracks outside. Here they sat upon the curb to once more read the letter of instructions sent to them in case they made an unexpected v’sit and no one met them. And the most noticeable part of this visit was the unexpectedness of it to every one they met. “Take the car from the dejiot for Lombard College read the instructions--they got no further for an auto had drawn up to the curb and an auto in those days was as much a wonder as the German Zep was a few months ago to one and all of us. The two girls stared at the car while the occupants got out and after glancing at the two figures on the curbing, laughingly entered the depot. The man at the wheel finally straightened his face long enough to ask Where are you going, kids? Hop in and I’ll take you.” Catheryne was instantly ready but the older and world wise s’ster answered nonchalantly “Not me. I’m not going to get kidnaped. The gentleman laughed and informed them that the approaching car was the one for Lombard College. So picking up the grip and umbrella the girls, to whom street cars were unfamiliar objects, pro ceeded down the street to meet 't. and having met it in the midd'e of the block were thunder-struck when it whizzed by and went merrily on its way. Catheryne, being unincumbered with baggage, ran after the car down the middle of the street crying and shaking her little fist at it while Magdaline brought up the rear with the ever nresent grip and umbrella. The car came to a stop in front of the depot and as there were no other passengers the g-rls just managed to climb on and dispose of their baggage in the a«sle when the car started with a jerk and Magdaline went headlong in the aisle. The conductor, having received his full quota of amusement, was in a good humor so he not only dropped the two travelers at the right co er but also after reading their letter of instructions pointed out their destination. Much to their dismay upon arriving at the home of their friend, they found the