Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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-+lI9l - Gmmaif- THE SPIDER WEB-1931 -'SIUE - - Gmauval-w Bunk seemed to have a sense of what was right and proper, and to the day he died he insisted upon chewing his bones on the dining room rug. p ,I could enumerate endless tales in the life of Bunk, but a lack of time and paper deters me. He was always doing little thoughtful things, such as eating the candy Aunt Kit set out to cool before her guests arrived. Now this selfsame candy had refused to harden properly and was causing her no little anxiety, so Bunk swallowed it line and sinker and saved her the trouble of an apology while serving. ' ' Also he had a habit of coming to the rescue of his master in timesuoflstressg such as the time Grandmother bought Harry a pair of overshoes and insisted, over and above his protests, upon his wearing them. Bunk came to the rescue, dragged one of the shoes away, and it was never seen again. Another little helpful thing I have heard related was of the day the long underwear belonging to Harry was switched from the line and Bunk invited in a passing dog to indulge in a game of tugfoffwar. What was left of the underwear, when they tired of their sport, was beyond repair much to the joy of Harry who had been forced heretofore to wear them. , , Comes a day when all things end, and although it may sound dramatic, nevertheless, as I have started to give a brief sketch of the life of Bunk I will stick to the facts which are sometimes hard to swallow. 4. . , ,wsu 1-1 Several years after the -advent of our stray, his aforesaid enemy, Jack Weird, developed a severe case of distemper, from the effects of which he departed from life. No doubt in passing he looked back and called a challenge to the soul of Bunk, to meet him in the heaven for dogs, to settle the feudfwhich his passing had interrupted: .' Some, there are, who will belittle this thought of. mine but nevertheless, in the same afternoon, which marked Jack's passing, Bunk while chasing the stream of water from the hose was unable to check himself in tnne to prevent running into the street in front of a passing car. Half an hour later with the whole neighborhood in mournful attendance and the service of a veterinary surgeon at his command he answered jack's challenge and passed beyond. I -Carolyn Riorclan. i I ' UAH' I 'M Y 4 N215 44144 IL? Rr' up 1 .1 . U lla. at-egg-sri i 26 fa-asf .,vM,M'- . . sW,,..,, llgl ' ,aa , '- , .4 ,af-. V -r -Lv 'f ' ,gn vi, my :. -'75 - 36 U 'fins g, ' fa 'C AI x ,F 'iw I - l -f-0-il IIE- 15-it If-Sw

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-+loefwne.s:-fmr..mamei'- THE SPIDER WEB-1931 as - 01+- Bunk HE was not the usual little yellow dorg, for although his color was identical, yet in size he would easily have made several little dogs and some left. My Uncle Harry found him one cold Spring morning, sitting on the doorstep with a pathetic look in his eyes which plainly registered despondency and intent on suicide. Grandmother, being safely busy in another part of the house, Harry immediately ushered him in, poured for him the extra quart of milk which was to have been used in making pudding for company lunch and then after topping this off with the remains of the roast, he spread the clean bathroom rug upon the middle of the kitchen floor, and here is where Grandmother found him later in the morning with a note tied to his tail which read: Mother, please leave the poor mutt here until I come home from school and I'll take care of him. When Harry arrived at noon, there ensued the usual argument which never failed to materialize when he added a member to his collection of orphan animals. But as usual Harry won out, clinching his victory, after a sarcastic remark in regard to a probable excuse of fleas, with information that, fleas from animals don't stay in houses, that idea is all bunk. And straight way the stray was christened Bunk and installed as a member of not only the family but also the neighborhood as well, woximing his way into the hearts of everybody, showing no favors or partiality, showering affection and fleas wherever he Went. When I said Bunk won the affection of all, I made a slight mistake for at the farther end of the block lived a family by the name of Ward, who owned a pedigreed dog whose points were as numerous perhaps as Bunk's fleas. These two dogs, Jack Ward and Bunk, took an immediate dislike one to the other, which fact developed into a bitter hatred from which they seemed to derive an untold amount of pleasure. In case Bunk was indisposed to Bat the food placed before him all that was necessary was for Harry to call jack Ward to eat it, and immediately Bunk would swallow the food whole and lick his dish, smelling around to be sure no crumb was left in case his enemy heeded the call, which by the way, he never did. Neither dog allowed the other the privilege of walking upon the public walk in front of his home. Each, when passing up and down the street, would take to the paving upon arriving at the property line of the other's home, returning to the walk when well past the house. Neither was afraid of the other, but this was the line drawn and neither trespassed. Bunk, like his master, hated a bath. He believed in a place for everything, and everything in it's place, and water was supposed to be drunk. When he received his first bath, he submitted grudgingly to the lather and scrubbing, but when the hose was turned on him for the rinse, he became frantic, chasing the stream of water here and --049: A ISP 15 -El I3-0-

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4-IGKLKGU - lil' THE SPIDER WEB'1931 -El ISI-cw Breaking I-Iirn In CGHE wind brought its wierd tune to Tom Cartwrite as he sat up in bed and listened. He shivered fearfully. He was one who was perfectly all right in the daytime when all was quiet and happy. In reality he was a Nfraidyfcatu in the dark. Not a coward, understand, but only possessed that feeling of fear since he had been six years old and his older sister had frightened him by saying-Nbofofofofofolu just then a knock came at the door of his room. Who's-there-? he demanded nervously. Just me, a friend, came the answer. I have something I want to tell you. Tom crept to the door and unlocked it to admit a score of boys about his own age. I will have it understood that Tom was a freshman, just entering college. The boys entering were the dreaded Sophs. Again Tom was his bold self. L'What do you mean? he asked bravely. Now don't get excited, one of the boys advised him. Keep your shirt on, we're just going to 'break you in,' while you're at it you may put your coat, hat and overshoes on, too. You're going to take me out there-? he asked trembling. Sure, and why not? came the rejoinder, snap into it. Then the poor lad suffered himself to be led out into the bleak, cold night. Now listen, sonny, briskly stated the leader, you're the first one we've decided to 'pick on' and we are going to be easy on you. The first thing you are to do, is to go to Anna Munson's home and propose. As you know, she's the college's most popular and beautiful girl. If she refuses, as we know she will, you are to appear heartbroken and threaten to shoot yourself. We'll be watching you, see?- Then you are to come to the 'center oakf CYou know where that isj, and we'll see you there. Most likely we'll take you out on some lonely dark road, about live miles, and make you walk back- and in the dark. The strain was too much. Tom sank to the ground in a dead faint. Yeah! He's a big hefman, he is, sneered a sophomore. We'll take him to his room and put a bucket of cold water on him. I'Ie'll pull through, all right. A shout of laughter greeted Tom the next morning as he appeared sheepishly at the Mess Hall. The story had already circulated and Tom, the brave and the fearless, was the goat -Vera Marcin. ...,.l9, Div- 17 -El- 131-0