South High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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dumped into a container which presently carried me, together with my sister, away from my childhood haunts and family which I was never to see again. My sister was my only companion on the journey. 0 0 0 The next thing I remember was being dumped into a much larger container called a boat, The motion it made was very new, and for the first few days it made me very sick-a strange new sickness that I had never felt before. After several days I was again transferred to a third container, similar to the one in which I had had my first ride. This last conveyance brought me to a place called a mill where I, with my sister, was piled in a big yard to await further happenings. 0 0 0 I forgot to explain the nature of my being. I am a soft reddish sort of thing called ore-iron ore. On the whole, I have a good temper and am a good willing worker when treated cor- rectly. From me iron and steel are made and the mill is the place where I am transformed into these materials.

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CSTEEL. THE HISTORY OF STEEL I was born in what you call the Lake Superior region in the United States of America of the planet World which lies in solar system number three. The date of my birth is unknown to me and much of my childhood is dim in my memory: so, for convenience I shall begin my narrative, starting a few years before the discovery of my particular branch of the iron ore family, 0 0 0 We lived a peaceful, undisturbed life under the ground, until one day some stupid young boy happened to dig up one of my cousins. Later several other relatives also were dug up and carried awav. But these were very distant relatives, the disturbance was small. and we still continued our customary existence, The real trouble began a few years ago with the invention of all this modern machinery and methods, I remember distinctly having been blown out of bed early one spring morning with a little stick of material the workmen called dynamite, I was then rudely scooped up by a snorting thing referred to as a steamshovel and l'.igv ii

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f 1 ' X ln changing me from a loater to a valuable asset, several things took place. First they mixed me with coke and limestone and then they placed me under great heat. l was dropped into the top ot a turnace. As the heat in- creased I settled toward the bottom. The process was very in- vigorating. At the top I began to lose my colds, further down my Neuritis began to go toward the bottom. I began to pull myselt together and telt better than ever before in my lite. At the bottom ot the furnace, after the slag was drawn ott, I was removed and poured into a sow and was called a pig f4a name for which I felt very great contempt. My sister and I, being of a very tine grade ot ore, were set aside to be made into steel. Here, however, we were separated. She was made by the Hopen hearth method and I by the Bessemer process. In the process I'.iy1i' X