McKinley Junior High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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LLL lT'Y'TYTTYYY1fX?ifYT'i'Yf'FAW,Yfl Elsie's Fire Department A tire was a rare event in the small town of Elsie, Nlichigan. Prob- ably that was because there were so few places there to burn. The town' had only a small number of stores, but quite enough to serve the 500 inhabitants. However, a station had lately made its appear- a-nce by the railroad track, and one train actually condescended to stop there for awhile if it was not in any particular hurry. It was is no particular hurry one sultry afternoon in August, and it stopped-but that is not what l wished to tell you. The train was just rolling lazily out of the station of Elsie, whe-n the news was broadcast, Fire! Fire! in the new depot! Elsie wrung its hands in consternation and called upon its fire de- partment fwhich co-nsisted of one stationj for help. There were no firemen, only volunteers from the town, and the firehouse was locked. A Mr. Travers had charge of the key, which, by the way, had grown rusty with disuse, but upon inquiry it was learned that Nlr. Travers had gone away for the day. After a frantic, but vain, search for the key to the fire-house, the men succeeded in breaking down the door with an axe. 'Some of the men jumped up the'Gre-engine, but it refused to budge an inch. After many frenzied efforts to start the machine, some one discov- ered that there was no gas in the tank. I-lavi-ng no service station near by, some of the men ran to their homes and drained the tanks of their various cars in order to scrape together enough for the engine. Finally, the five-engine was ready to go, and it tore down the street, making more noise than progress. The depot, or rather the remains of the depot, were reached eventually, just in time for the men to see the last flames flickering out. This all happened many' years ago, and another depot now stands in the place of the unfortunate one, and a more efficient Ere-depart ment answers calls of fire with much more haste and effect than did the one on that lazy afternoon.-Maxine Leonard, A9. L 1 L All lml LTITL L L1 LE1 L1 L

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