West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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IT DOESN ' T LAST VIOLA SCHURRY ' ' Well, I ' m through with them, that ' s all that ' s to it. I hate the sight of every one of them. That ' s the spirit, Ethel, that ' s the stuff. Our club will progress fast if we continue in that spirit. Joyce and Ethel were seated on the davenport in their apartment. Their plans for the Manhater ' s Club were becoming more and more complete. Well, Joyce, since you started this, you must be president. All right, I will be president. Do you suppose Alice will agree with us? Yes, I think she will. She was grumbling the other night about the conceit of men. Here she is now. Hello Al, you ' re just in time. We are discussing a club to rid ourselves, once and for all, of those contemptible, disgusting, loathing creatures, called men. Whew, that sounds good. I ' m with you, girls. I am positively sick at the thought of having some man come up and make himself a nuisance. Where ' s Aunty? She ' gone to the store. Come on, I told her we would start supper. Joyce, Ethel, and Alice worked in that large city, Detroit. Joyce was stenographer at the Gray Motor Company; Ethel bookkeeper at Hudson ' s, and Alice librarian. They rented a very homelike apartment and Alice ' s Aunt Ella kept house for them. She was Aunt to all of them now. After supper was over. Aunt Ella washed the dishes in the little kitchenette and the girls flocked to the living room for further discussion. You know, Alice started, last night. Bob and I went to the theatre, and Hariy Lincoln sat on the opposite side of me. Bob always was jealous and when I started talking to Harry, he simply saw red. I got mad at his ravings on the way home and told him I was through. Alice, I congratulate you, said Joyce, you acted very independent as all women should act. Come on, girls, I ' ll summarize this, Ethel joined in, from now on we have nothing to do with men. We all have stated our hatred for the beasts and now we will live up to it. Fine, fine, cried both of the other girls. So they talked on and on. Many plans were brought up and many rejected. Finally, they decided to be very cold and formal if they chanced to meet any man; to decline all invitations for parties, and to rid their minds, altogether, of this once absorbing topic. Even the Inter- fraternity masquerade ball was not to be favored with their presence. In this way, a month passed with the big event, the masquerade, drawing closer and closer. The subject was never mentioned among the three girls, although deep in the bottom of each girl ' s heart was a longing to go. Joyce was seated at her desk in the Gray Motor ' s office busily typing, when the phone, on her desk, jangled angrily. With an annoying frown, Joyce picked up the receiver and answered, Gray Motor Company. Hello, Joyce, answered an eager voice, how are you? Haven ' t seen you in ages. May I take you to the masquerade? Why, why, a, thanks Stan, I, I ' ll go. Joyce turned back to her work in a whirl of excitement. Almost instantly, the thought of the Manhater ' s Club rushed back. What shall I tell the girls? They won ' t know it, I ' ll make something up. She flew around to buy a costume and decided to dress as the Queen of Hearts. On the night of the masquerade, Joyce was in her room dressing. Funny, she reflected, but lucky for me, that both girls and Aunty should be going out and all to different places. The hall of the Board of Commerce was brightly illuminated. Gay, sprightly, grotesque, objects fluttered to and fro. From one of the corners came the jazzy strains of Lovin ' Sam. Here one could see the Spirit of ' 76 dancing with the Flapper of 1923, Boy Blue grace- fully waltzing with Cinderella in his arms, the Queen of Hearts fluttering around on the arm of Old Father Time. At twelve o ' clock the command came from the balcony: All masks off. The hand of the Queen of Hearts fluttered. What if someone should recognize her and tell the girls. Bravely, though, she took off her mask and turning around saw Old Mother Hubbard to be no one else than Alice. Both girls stared, then giggled hysterically, and rushed for the dress- ing room where they found Cupid, no one else than Ethel, rearranging her hair. All three girls gasped, and then with many explanations and much higgling and gushing all stories were told. Well, anyway, Alice said, I ' m having a wonderful time, and Bob isn ' t so bad after all.

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told me that he had received news of an injury to father at Buffalo. He must have sent Jim on an errand, for he wasn ' t in the car, and Rath drove it. He pretended to go to Buffalo, but he came way up here, intending, as he said, to make me marry him. She then told of Rollo ' s appearance on the scene, disastrous to Rath, and almost so for them, and as much as she knew of her rescue. But how in the world did you happen to be in the car? demanded Rollo ' s father sus- piciously of his shame-faced son. Oh I had an attack of — er, dizziness, and I got in to rest. I must have fallen asleep. There was an obvious limp in his story. Rollo turned to Clara: So we were supposed to marry each other all the time. She nodded. Well, I ' ll be— Your husband, he finished. For the next few moments Old Rollo, Mr. Branch, and the driver, concentrated on the beautiful scenery across the river.

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SEA TALES JOHN H. LOVETTE One dark and misty afternoon in September, 1914, 1 was standing my watch in the crows- nest of H. M. S. Cressy, a battle cruiser. Together with three other men similarly employed, with my binoculars glued to my eyes, I was watching for the enemy submarines which might at any moment appear, for we were well inside of their cruising radius from Heligoland. Far ahead and just in sight from our position, were three vessels of the German North Sea fleet, smoke pouring from their funnels, and racing madly for the protection of Heligoland, 250 miles distant. A little to port of us and gradually drawing alongside, was the super-dreadnaught. Lion, one of the most recent additions to our navy, and the pride of the fleet. She had been the last to take up the chase, but now was about to become the leader. We had been slowly closing upon the fleeing vessels, but when the Lion appeared, we knew that her superior speed and armament would take her within range of the enemy long before we could hope to get within range, and we were glad of it, for we were getting perilously close to Heligoland. Then the Lion drew alongside and as she passed us we gave her a rousing cheer. Twice we had tried to reach the enemy with our nine inch rifles, but both times the shells had fallen short, for the distance was too great. Each time they had returned the fire, but their shells had also fallen short, and we concluded that their armament was the same as our own. Presently, however, the four great guns in the forward turrets of the Lion belched forth a cloud of smoke, and four agents of destruction winged their screaming way toward the enemy. Through my glasses I could see the last ship quite plainly. Two of the shells were direct hits. One carried away both funnels, and the other exploded on deck. I could almost imagine the terrible havoc it had wrought there, the screaming of the men it had wounded, and the great hole it had torn in the deck. In a few minutes, a sheet of flame and smoke once more poured forth from the muzzles of the Lion ' s four bow turret guns, and four more twelve inch shells were sped to their target. This time, not a shell went wide, a sheet of flame and smoke enveloped the stern of the rear- most ship, and she immediately began to slow down. It took us about twenty minutes to reach her, but before we got there, she had sunk by the stern, and we lowered boats to pick up the survivors. The Lion had gone on in chase of the other two vessels, but they were faster and made good their escape. The Lion then returned, and we started back to our base. All the time, a cordon of destroyers had kept on the flanks of our little fleet, there being two other vessels whose slower speed had caused them to fall astern, to protect the battleships in case of submarine attack. Suddenly, about five hundred yards to port of the Lion, a great column of water rose from the sea, and almost simultaneously, several of the small guns of the starboard battery of the Lion began to blaze away at some target which we could not make out. At once, two of the destroyers turned and raced toward the spot where the shells from the Lion were plunging into the sea, and opened fire on the submarine which we now knew to be there, with their own four inch bow guns. There is a great deal of difference between shooting from the dipping and plunging deck of a destroyer and from the deck of a c omparatively immobile dreadnaught, and a four inch tube is not the easiest of targets to hit, but al -hough the Lion stopped, the destroyers continued firing. Soon, however, they stopped and cruised more slowly about a spot which I could see looked oily. They then returned and reported by wireless that they had shot away the peri- scope of the submarine and that immediately afterward, oil and wreckage had appeared on the surface. We were almost certain that the U-boat would never be seen again. Two days after returning to our base, in company with the Aboukir, a ship of our own class, we were again assigned to patrol duty near the region where we had the interesting encounter with the enemy a few days before. About four o ' clock in the afternoon of the second day on the patrol, I was standing on the starboard deck with several other men off watch, when suddenly the deck seemed to rise from beneath our feet and we were hurled several feet by the force of the explosion of a torpedo amidships, not more than twenty feet from where I had been standing. Well, I didn ' t know any more until I came to in a whaleboat after the ship had sunk. My head still rang from the blow I had received in colliding with an iron deck house, but otherwise I was all right. I soon learned that the Cressy had sunk in twelve minutes after the torpedo hit us, and that the crew had barely had time to take to the boats before she turned over and sank. The Aboukir, following instructions that had been given after two vessels had been sunk in succoring a torpedo-crippled mate, turned tail and fled upon the first intimation that a sub- marine was in the vicinity. We were left in an open boat, without food and water, with four badly wounded men, 400 miles from our base and 300 miles from the nearest land, and that land the German base of Heligoland. The situation wasn ' t very inviting, but there were stout hearts in that crew and they all took our predicament as a matter of course, but it was hard to see the four poor fellows who