St Ignatius High School - Ignatius Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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the logs are stored upon the ice to Wait for the coming of the Warm spring and the thaw. Then these logs are floated down the Wide rivers to the paper mills. Where there is no Water transportation the logs are car- ried out by trucks and horse teams. Fire is the most deadly thing that the lum- berjacks ever come in contact With. This menace can ruin a Whole forest furiously fast. The Tribune is lucky that the only ones that roam in the Woods are wood-Wise lumberjacks and teamsters. But as a pre- caution six rangers under a ranger captain are stationed in Shelter Bay. They make sure that all smoking rules are kept and they see that all people in the Woods have a government pass. Fire once destroyed all of 300,000 acres of timber near the town, and the people mean to see that it does not happen again. ln later years the Tribune has started other camps similar to Shelter Bay at Fran- quelin, Baie Comeau and Heron Bay. These places along with Shelter Bay send the ship- loads of Wood pulp to the processing mills. These ships must ply the Great Lakes for the Whole time it is not covered With ice for one shipload only contains enough to run the Tribune for a Week. Without the lumberjacks, and the team- sters, and the equipment at the camps, the Tribune could not possibly hope to keep up its circulation of 7,300,000 papers a week. The management depends a great deal on men who spend their lives in the timber lands so that a great paper may be published. lmmaculate Mother, the one Whom God chose To bring forth His Son, Whom all nations bless, Conquer all evil, crush our foes, Win the World With your holiness. 23 -LESLIE SCHNIERER. '49

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66 7 Q 77 F8815 fo If'l lfllfleifs by PHILIP BRANKIN, '49 Note: This is the story of the Tribune lumber camp in Canada just as it was told to the author during a visit to the Tribune Tower, Chicago. The year l9l4 saw the beginning of the Tribune lumber camps. lt is true that they had humble beginnings, but great changes were to take place in a few years. The first camp, or town, as they are now called, was Shelter Bay. This small town was the center of a 300 square mile tract of land, and from it would come the workers in the fall to harvest its vast quantities of wood. After a few years a visitor would have seen the loading plant, the power house and the new roads that had been built in this wilderness. These projects had been built up in this town only after many a setback. The power house had twice fallen in the river that ran below the hill that it was situ- ated on. The wharf that contains the load- ing plant also was washed away by the raging water of the river before it was made strong enough to withstand the force of the hurricanes that sometimes hit the camp. But a change had to take place, the rough houses of the loggers had to give way to the scientifically planned and rigidly zoned, modern town suitable, not only for the worker, but also for his family. ln the Shelter Bay of today there is electricity, hot and cold running water, and heat from a central heating plant. The homes of the men, not unlike the ones built in any suburban district, are built upon lots donated by the Tribune. Any wood that might be needed is also furnished free. This town is not with- out other conveniences that we city folks have, for there is a movie show, a modern up-to-date school for the sons and daugh- ters of the inhabitants. The spiritual and medical needs of the people are also well taken care of. lts church is one of the finest on the North Shore and provides a modern note in the Wilderness which contains, at Tadousac, the oldest church on the North American Continent. As was mentioned the town has a doctor, but this man is not con- fined to practice just in the town for he has to go into the distant forests to help lumber- jacks who have broken limbs. Transportation was one of the biggest dif- ficulties in the early years at Shelter Bay. Men had to trek for many weeks in most cases to reach the place where the timber was to be cut. Besides this the timber had to be moved to the rivers and streams on which it was sent to the paper mills. This problem, however, is changed, for when it is time for the men to go into the forests, they travel by bus, airplane, and boat. Roads into the wilderness were made by the bulldozer, and were used by the little jeep to bring men and mail in to the bush camps. ln the late fall the trees are marked for cutting and the men start to work in earn- est for the Tribune needs great stores of pa- per with which to run the daily paper. The swing of the woodmen's axe and the cry of timber are the most common things. As soon as the tree hits the ground the men of the forest strip it of all branches and it is cut into four foot lengths and stored in piles in the forest to wait out the winter. These log piles are securely fastened for the men know that the coming winter will be a fierce one, and the mighty winds will roar. ln the places where there are streams and rivers

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T LE UHTH TELLI G Eeeeeeeeeeee - A piercing scream, followed by a loud splash, and another victim of Horrible Harry was enveloped by the murky depths of the East Chicago river. The night was silent, the dim, narrow street, illuminated only by an occasional street lamp, was void of the human element. A short way up the street, a large black cat could be seen entering a dark, forbod- ing passageway. Suddenly, a screechl When last seen, that black cat was still scampering at its maximum celerity, with the long black tail stretched far between its legs, in a direction quite opposite to that of the dark, foreboding passageway. And what caused this sudden timidity in an ani- mal respected by many for its hereditary and no doubt imaginary powers of black magic? Ah my friends, you guessed it. lt was none other than Horrible Harry, the terror of the sheet-clad race! But why, you ask, does this ordinary ghost cause intelligent humans to leap to their deaths? Now there's where you're wrong, my readers. Horrible Harry is no ordinary ghost. Permit me to pause here and relate to you the history of Horrible Harry. Harry's veritable name was Herodosus Samatroshus Michadeloshus Paraswazelo- shus Schlump, and he was the last of a long line of very wicked rulers of the kingdom of lratspatasmopolotesonialimote, known today as lran. He governed this small nation when the famed Pharaohs of Egypt were busy constructing their pyramids. But was Harry satisfied with the mere building of pyramids? Ah no, for he took great pleasure in spending his days and nights dreaming up hideous tortures with which he liquidated his numerous enemies. When Harry died, or rather was silently slaughtered much to the delight of his subjects, he was immedi- ately brought before the District Chapter, Local 467, of the U. O. G. CUnion of Organ- ized Ghostsl. Deerning his earthly record so terrible that he shouldn't even be allowed to enter a respectable society of organized ghosts, the precinct captain promptly in- structed Harry that he couldn't become a chartered member until he obtained for the cult five hundred more ghosts. He could use only his ghostly appearance in scaring people to death, and so the captain gave him one concession. He provided that all the most terrifying features of all the most horrible ghosts should be incorporated into Harry. And thus Harry started. And now, thousands of years later, Harry was still attempting to reach his quota. He had to his credit four hundred and ninety- nine hapless, former humans who had fallen into his clutches. Only one more! How elated Horrible Harry was when he spied a diminutive youngster of possibly eight years skipping merrily down the street. Harry flew down to the next corner as fast as his sheet would carry him, thinking always, Only one more and then l'm a full-fledged ghost. As he appeared to the startled youth, he donned his most gruesome expression, thinking that this would be his one grand finale. To Harry's horror and dismay, the young- ster merely laughed at him! Laughed at him? Horrible Harry, the most terrifying ghost? No, this couldn't be! And yet the lad showed no sign at all of timidity. Say Mistherf' laughed the youngster, Halloween isn't for another month yet. Disheartened, discouraged, dismayed, Horrible Harry slunk away with as sad a heart as a ghost could have. So my dear friends, if you ever should chance to meet poor Horrible Harry slowly floating through the dark, nocturnal streets, just pass on to him a word of cheer, for Horrible Harry shall never enter the ranks of genuine ghosts!