St Francis Minor Seminary - Via Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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f N 933-9-3-3-3-3-3-3H33Q261 EQC EDKch-oz-ca-cz-cz-cz-aez-cz-cz-e-c Eh? laminae nf waking tharrnal F YOU consider the process of kilning wood into Jcoal, you will immediately realize that in order to kiln it in the right manner you must know something about the work required. If you do not understand the work you are liable to have a large fire, and at the same time a large loss. Great dan- ger also lies in starting a fire which might spread into the surrounding forest. I know of only one way of making charcoal, and this I think is the best way. I will try to explain 'it in the following lines as well as I can. When sufficient trees have been cut down, they are cut into logs of about two and a half yards in length. These logs are then split into halves, and split again until there are about twelve pieces out of a log originally sixteen inches in diameter. The main articles now being prepared, the construction of a foundation for the wooden cone follows. A round net-like chimney is first made. It has, for stronger support, iron rings, so that it keeps the logs apart when the work is begun. A few pieces of dry wood are placed on the bottom along with some other substance which kindles easily. Then the prepared pieces of wood are placed ver- tically around the chimney as close to one another as possible, so that, after it is ready for kindling, the exclusion of air is easier. The wooden cone 'is growing higher and higher. When it has reached the height of about eighteen to twenty-five feet, it is at its base about fifteen to twenty feet in diameter. Then follow the last outward touches, which, as it were, seem to smooth out the cone, but in reality serve for keeping the air away from the holes which could not have been avoided while the cone was being constructed. Everything prepared, the fire is kindled with the wood put in before the cone was begun. The smoke comes out from the top as if from a smok- ing volcano. After the fire has been kindled, the work that follows is light. The only thing left to do, providing you do not have to prepare wood for the next cone, is to check the flames and watch that the fire inside this cone does not spread with too much energy; for if the wood should burn, it would turn into ashes, thus causing a great loss. After a week or two weeks of watehfulness we have a large amount of charcoal, which is then transported and used for various purposes. --MARK E. PAKIZ. An Hufnrgrtahle EHannr AST summer, for the first time, I worked in a factory. I was very fortunate to secure the position, for I was a minor, and I needed money for the coming school year. I was placed in the fuse department, where I soldered fuse caps. In soldering these caps I used large tongs with which I could securely hold the fuse caps over the gas torch. After the fuse cap became red hot I dipped the end into a very strong acid before placing the lead upon it. This acid caused the lead to run around the cap and to make it airtight. A week after I received employment Peter, my boss, gave me a premium-slip and said: HI know you need money, so I shall give you a chance to earn some. I thanked him and took the slip to the pres mium office. Here I discovered that I would now be obliged to solder sixty fuse caps per hour. My heart sank, and my expectation of a chance to earn more money was lost, for at my best, I could only solder fifty fuse caps an hour. I went to my bench and worked as fast as I could, but to no avail. I was unable to solder the required amount, and therefore could not hold pre- mium privilege. Some of the machinists told me that they were surprised to see me ttstiok t0 the task assigned me. Many persons had held the job before I came, but they either quit or were burnt by the acid. Now what was I to do? If I was dissatisfied with the job, they would hire someone else who would be satisfied, and I would be told to leave. My desire to return to school gave me new determination to ttstick to it as long as I could. August the thirteenth was a rush day at the factory. I was told to solder four hundred fuse caps before twelve oiclock. Not wishing to dis- appoint Peter, I worked quickly, and in my hurry Page Fifty-four

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f V :33-3-3-3-33-3-3-3-3Qi61 EQC E Xmacz-cz-cz-cz-a-ee-a-cz-ca-c An Embarrassing mumpnt . E ALL know what it is to be in a state of mm barrassment. The feeling that comes over us is not at all pleasant. I shall always especially remember one incident of my life which caused me a great deal of discomfiture. The Easter holidays were over and I was leav- ing for the Seminary to finish the last quarter of the school year. While on the ttbus to Mil- waukee, I entered into conversation with a middle- aged man. He was very talkative, and his speech was friendly. One queer thing about him was that every few minutes he would glance at his right hand. I soon noticed that he had a penny in that hand. This observation and his actions made me begin to wonder if he were sound in mind. As we approached Milwaukee, a large truck traveling at a slow speed passed us, making it necessary for the bus driver to lag behind. The driver was unable to pass the truck as the man driving the latter would steer his car from one side of the road to the other. I could not resist saying something to this fellow, who, I thought, was a Jew; so I opened one of the bus windows and cried out, HHey, Ikie, pull your freight! I donlt believe he heard me, because of the noise of the truck, but anyhow, we passed him soon after that. Suddenly I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, and looking back I noticed that it was the strange man to whom I had been talking. He said to me, You must be good to the Jews. I asked him why I should be good to them. He replied, HI am a Jew. 0! How embarrassed I was! I seemed to perspire all over my body. Just then I was not the same fellow I had been three minutes before. I was wishing that the seat in which I was sitting would go through the floor of the ttbus and I with it. Without saying anything to the Jew, I sat back in my seat, trying to be my old self again. -EUGENE PANKRATZ. A g?npprinr Hairmt EVERAL years ago I had the great honor of ac- cscompanying my grandfather on a hunting trip. An honor, I say, because whoever was picked to go with him deemed it an honor. We planned to be gone for several weeks. Our provisions were well looked after before we started. Beans, corn, fruit, and milk made up our supply of canned goods. My grandfather had an old Pierce Ar- row that age had almost dilapidated. We started our trip on the nineteenth of November, and we decided to be back a day or two before Christmas. As we drove along, I took notice of all the beautiful scenery which certainly adorns the high- ways of Wisconsin. The hills and dales, the towns and villages, all wore the purest coat of white, although it had not snowed heavy enough to pre- vent our progress. We reached the Land O, Lakes and stopped there for a few days, but everything was very quiet around there; We again took up our trail and stopped near Superior. Our evenings were often taken up with the pleasures Superior had for tourists. They were not what the papers or pamphlets wrote about them, but one in particu- lar concerned me. We happened to find the poster for the eve- ninghs revelry. The chief amusement for the eve- ning was the ttamateur barber, and as I did not have a haircut for over a month, I thought I needed one. Haircuts were given to anyone for a quarter of a dollar, and for nothing if the per- son was not satisfied. I took a chance, but I did not pay for the clipping I received. If I had not stopped the amateur barber, he would most certainly have shaved my crown. Although this haircut was not superior in quality, it was never- theless a Superior haircut. -J. MUCKERHEIDE. Page Fifty-three

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K L x. yEoED-Eo-Epa-zb-za-zo-QEOSQSI EEC E ?Eje-e-e-E-e-cz-caacz-e-G-e-c unintentionally moved the acid near the torch. The next minute the acid exploded, burning my hands, neck, and the right side of my face. I was immediately rushed to the first aid room, and from there to the hospital. The doctor bandaged my neck and hands and washed my face with alco- hol. Then he told me to go home and rest up a bit. The next morning I reported to work as usual, and as I was lighting the gas torch Peter came to me and said: HSay, Joe, I won't let you take another chance on getting burnt or having your head blown off; go to the stock room and help Mr. Wagner fill out orders. I thanked him for transferring me to the stock room, where the work was less dangerous and bur- densome. 1 shall never forget his kind act toward me, and as long as I live I shall always be will- ing to show him my appreciation. Thoughtful foremen are.rare specimens of man- hood, and the kindness which was prompted by my accident shall never be forgotten. Some day I hope to be able to help this friend in some way or another. eJOSEPH CIMBALNIK. E11119 $anrtuary 111mm: When evening throws the mystic veil 0f darkness oter the far-off West, No sound is heard from hill or dale, For all the earth has gone to rest. But one a lonely vigil keeps, Before the mansion 0f the King. All through the long and lonely night, While slow the hours seem to go, It waits and watches, and its light Shines on with soft and steady glow. So strange that no one else should watch Before the mansion of the King. It is a silent sentinel, And never from its place is gone; No task has eter been done so well. From morn till night, from dark till dawne Forever faithful to its trust, Before the mansion 0f the King. eRAYMOND FETTERER. a- - sagassaez 1927 A2396 9-93-35 3-303 Page Fifty-five