Roosevelt High School - Bwana Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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- b- www- -'wif' k WJKlY5qijJ Courtesy of L'IIlu THE MIDNIGHT SUN Twenty-eight S

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'Ks-'EB JKINTHSQJ It is also interesting to note that all lights are not exactly alike. There is a making light which warns the mariner when he is nearing landg a warning light which points out dangerous spots: a leading light which does just that, leads the ship to landg a coasting light which marks out a coast: and port light which indicates the final port. Each light is different. The making light is a blinking one, the coast light is a steady one, and the others differ just as much. Now let us see just what lighthouses mean to man at the present time. Suppose we are coming to New York. Two hundred miles out we see the Nantucket Lighthouse encouragingly beckoning us onwardg then we see the Block lsland light. As we leave its protecting beam, we see the old and picturesque house on Montauk Point. We safely round the point to intercept the rays of Shinnecock light. Our next protector is the famous Fire lsland light-ship and we barely leave it when we enter the glare of the shore-lights which overlap for miles along the coast. Our next guide is the Navesink, and we then enter Ambrose Channel brilliantly illuminated by two lights. Our port lights now come in pairs, the West Bank and the Staten lsland lights, and the North Hook and Sandy Hook lights. Craven Shoals is marked by yet another light, and now as we swing into view of Manhattan, we see the greatest lighthouse of them all-the STATUE OF LIBERTY. We have come in to the city on a brilliantly lighted waterway, the White Way of the Atlantic. We have been guided and protected by the guiding lights of the sea at every step, or should l say knot? We have profited by the work of ages, the most beneficient of all maritime inventions-the SENTINELS OF THE SEA. ARTHUR KUHL THE LIGHTHOUSE The lighthouse Stands so far away: It seems so strong, so dark, so cold: But, without the friendly, guiding ray, The ships would not be quite so hold. The lighthouse Sends forth such a beam It covers all the dark, blue sea. The ships search anxiously for the gleam That seems to warn or makes cz plea. The lighthouse Stands alone, ne'er dark: And 'tis in every sailor's thoughtg For, without the light, the little spark, The sea with its mysteries would not be fought. --Sally Chase Term 3 Twenty-seven mm

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Y- - -W f--'.:,v.- K Wi ' H571 FIVE FATHOMS DOWN S long as I can remember, I have been extremely interested in diving. I began swimming when I was about eight years old, learning first under water. It was much easier that way, for I had only to learn the stroke and not worry about keeping my head above. Later on, after I had learned to swim fairly well, both on the surface and under, I was attracted more and more to the deeper strata. I turned my attention seriously to contrivances for lengthen- ing my time from two minutes to fifteen or more. Various and sundry were the inventions I made, most of them dismal failures and others only partially successful. I tremble now, thinking about some of the contraptions to which I entrusted my life. One of these was mainly a rubber tube which I held in my mouthg the other end was connected to a floating tin can with a perforated top, thru which air was to be drawn into the tube, and thru it into my mouth. I made ready for the trial. Finding a large stone to make me sink, I jumped off the dock into about ten feet of water. I sank down and stood on the bottom. Then for the trial! I closed my mouth tightly around the tube and tried to draw in a mouthful of air. It was impossible! I realized to my horror that the pressure was too great. I-lere I Was, on the bottom with a large rock for company, and my lungs bursting for air. Thank God, I didn't lost my head! I started for shore. I-low far away it seemed! ln reality, it was only about fifteen feet. Slowly and painfully I came up. I saw the surface near and, with one final stagger, reached it. I lay half on the bank and half in the water, gulping clown delicious quantities of fresh, pure air. Needless to say, this made me more careful in mv vcnfurcs. At last, about a year ago, I made my first really successful contrivance. lt is -- the one with which I have made many A enjoyable dives. It has an oval shape F and is built to fit snugly over the head, ' . law '- chest, and back. It has a small oblong mmf - window in front which is set off from the ' 5 helmet proper. The air is pumped down 7 ,iff by an over-size automobile pump. The f ,.ff, f' air leaves the pump and is forced down a regular garden hose which is connected to the top of the helmet. By the way, I built the helmet out of an old gasoline tank. The plate glass window was originally part of an automobile windshield. Fastened around the helmet are ingots of lead to overcome its buoyancy. The exhaled air escapes thru a vent in the back. The whole helmet weighs fifty-odd pounds. Twenty-nine