Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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my foot got entangled in the rope, and I fell heavily to the ground. I was not pleased, my nose was bleding, and the donkey was out of sight. We explorers continued our way, and after travelling about the wood, we arrived at a meadow, where there was a flock of turkeys. Some wild turkeys , said Peter and I jumped on one of them, while Peter shot an arrow. Alas! he was not an ex- perienced archer, and I received the arrow in my back. I let the turkey go, with all its comrades, and they ran off towards a farm, which was on the other side of the hedge. Certainly they were not wild turkeys ! We still proceeded on our way, and I began to doubt my vocation as Robinson Crusoe, and the faithful value of Friday. After a steady tramp through the meadow, we came upon a field of potatoes ; they had been thrown there, and belonged to no one. Quickly , said Peter, and we filled our bags. We were so busy, that we did not hear anyone walking be- hind us. Then two hands fell on our shoulders. It v as the farmer, who had seen us run after his donkey and turkeys, and now he had caught us stealing his potatoes. He talked about police, prison, and the rest we could not hear. We tried to ex- plain that we were only playing. But the farmer would not listen to anything. He then took us with him, and locked us in a barn. Luckily for us, we were agile and climbed up to a little window and escaped, leaving behind our rope and bags. We were very well punished, when we told our parents our sad adventure. The Bathysphere ' s Thirtieth Descent. By T. Adams. I was in Scout Camp after an exploring trip of Coney Island, St. George ' s, when I was told that Dr. Beebe had phoned my house to say that we was leaving Barrel Myer ' s wharf at 7.30 a.m. It was then somewhere near six, and I had to fetch my friend Bob Hartley, who lived at least a mile away. I ran most of the way, had a modest breakfast of Grahm crackers, and arrived at the wharf at about seven, after a jour- nay on the back of someone ' s bike, Avhich was not very comfort- able as his tyres were dead flat and we were riding on the rims the whole time. Thus we reached the wharf a little after seven. The Bathysphere is made out of cast steel one and a half inches thick. It has a diameter of four feet nine inches, and a circumference of approximately thirteen feet. It has three win- dows, of which one is plugged up with steel and the other two are made of fused quartz, three inches thick. The door is bolted on with huge brass nots, the bolto being- over a foot long; it 15

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More About Dogs. By Arthur Motyer. There was once a little boy name Bob Smith. He was very lonely, because he had nobody to play with, and the ice was not thick enough to skate on. Bob sat down on the back steps in the yard, and just then there was a bow-wow. He looked up and saw a stray dog. Get out of here, you nasty dog , said Bob. The dog ran to the gate, and then looked back at Bob as much as to say, I thought I had a friend. Then Bob threw a piece of ice at him and he ran quickly out of the gate and into the street. He felt very sad and lonely, and looked for a dry place to lie down on. But just then the man next door came out, picked up Paddy, took him inside and gave him something to eat. His little girl Margaret was very pleased with him. They bathed him, and Margaret brushed him, and he looked quite a dilTerent dog. Margaret asked if she could keep him to play with, nd next morning they had great fun with a ball. Bob Smith looked over the wall and said he was very very sorry, as Paddy would have made a good playmate for him. o Robinson Crusoe. , , By R. C. Cooper. I have just finished reading the story of Robinson Crusoe, and how I would love to live on an Island like his, gathering wild fruits, and killing animals for food, making my own clothes from the skins. But my brother does not wish to leave home, so we must forget the idea of trying to find such a place. But one morning I had an idea. Why not play Robinson Crusoe at home? I called Peter, one of my friends, and made the proposal. How could we? he asked. We could , I explained, make bows and arrov s, and try and kill wild animals. I will be Robinson, and you will be Friday. It is an excellent idea , said Peter, and v ould be a great saving for our parents. The same day, we set out, each taking a bag, a thick rope, and our bows and arrows. Luck seemed to be with us, because at the entrance to a wood there was a donkey, who had neither bridle nor collar. We decided to capture him alive. I advanced carefully, and rushed towards the animal I was going to seize. Suddenly, Peter thought of a genial idea. Let us lasso him! But he frightened the animal, who galloped away, whil- 14

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weighs four hundred pounds, and has to be hoisted on with a derrick. The sphere itself rests on a pair of wood pontoons sus- pended by a wire cable strong enough to hold at least three spheres; all told it weighs five thousand pounds. There is a heavily insulated telephone cable which enters the top of the sphere, which is sea blue; on its side are painted the words: New York Zoological Society. Its breathing apparatus consists of two oxygen cylinders clamped to the side, with valves which allow two litres of oxygen to escape per minute, and at this rate they last three hours. There are also two trays: one contains Calcium Chloride to absorb the moisture, the other contains sodium lime to absorb the carbon dioxide. The Gladisfen , the boat that the bathysphere was on was towed by the Powerful to the area devoted to deep sea trawling and diving by the Tropical Research Department, and at about nine o ' clock Dr. Beebe and Mr. Otis Barton were sealed up in the sphere. The huge door was bolted on, the winches started up, the Bathysphere was lifted clear of the deck and swung out- ward, and then splash! Down, down, down to Davy Jones ' s locker It could be seen at a depth of a hundred and twenty feet, and then it disappeared into the blue. The cable was marked every hundred feet. To it was strapped the telephone cable, and Miss Gloria Hollister, technical associate to Dr. Beebe, was in constant communication with him, taking notes of everything he said, while Miss Jocelyn Crans kept a table of depths and times. When the 1930 helmet dive record of 1,425 ft. was passed w e gave a loud cheer with our whistles. The Bathysphere that day (Aug. 10, 1934) reached a depth of 2,810 ft., and stayed at this depth for about half-an-hour. At 11.25 a.m. the huge door was unbolted, and carefully removed with a hissing sound, owing to the sudden change of pressure, and the two men crawled out. We then had a small lunch. I did not eat much as I had a slight attack of mal de mer . Most of the afternoon was occupied with a shallow or contour dive, the sphere being towed along for a couple of miles, and when the door was unbolted again Dr. Beebe and Mr. Barton, who had struck a warm water current, crawled out dripping with perspiration. On the way home we passed the Queen of Bermuda, who must have seen the 2,510 ft. in white chalk on the bow of the Gladisfen. We kicked up an awful racket with our whi ties as we passed her, and still more when we docked at St. George ' s Harbour at 5,00 p.m. 10