Wheaton Community High School - Wecomi Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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26 ORANGE AND BLACK MHHH!4lHIllll1IlIIllI1III1IIl1I4IIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIHIIHIIIHIIWHHHHHHHllllllHlllNlllHlllllH1lllllHlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIII!IIII5IIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIlIIIHIHHHHHHHHVHHHNHHVHHIVHWWHHHHHHHHHHUHNlHHlHIHIVHHWVHIHHHHWHHHIH H ,,,,,..:-n . .. . f FRESHMAN CLASS HISTORY In the autums of nineteen hundred twenty-one, about ninety of us Freshmen, fresh from the grammar school, began our search for knowledge in Wheaton High. The first thing we did was to look around for some suitable victim upon whose shoulders to place the responsibility of managing our many affairs. We held a meet- ing and the general choice was Lowrie Wheaton the finest possible class resid t. , p en The vice-presidency went to Henry Llosch, while Meribah McCall was elected secre- tary and treasurer. When we entered high school we thought ourselves fairly wise, but the upper classmen had to take us boys down a peg or two by means of a gentle initiation before we decided that we didn't know quite everything worth learning. After we had our class pins, the girls began to talk about having a class party. As the boys soon became convinced that this would be the proper thing to do, we held a fine party at Central Hall. As for athletics, we may not be as well represented as the seniors, or as ex- perienced as the juniors, but time will prove our mettle. Harold Larson and Ray Lederman are good material that will be developed in time to represent the school. All we ask of you is to watch and wait. We shall learn. HENRY C. LOSCH. NllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIllIlIIlIlllIIlllIlIIIllIIIIIIIIIllIIIllIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIlIllIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIl

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28 ORANGE AND BLACK IIIIIIIIIHIIHHIHHIHHHIHHHHIIIIHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIHIIIHIHIIIHHHHHHIIHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIInIlllliillllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII THE FISHING SMACK lvry personal adventures on board a Lake Michigan Fishing-Smack. The first that I can remember of tnat happy day was that by the time I had succeeded in opening my second eye the first had closed again. At last I was far enough awake to learn from my watch that it was three o'clock. A faint gray light filtering through the chilly air of Northern Michigan heralded the approaching dawn. It was time to get up, but oh! that chilly morning air. With grim determination I made a vigorous kick, which sent the covers hurtling off the bed. I could now either move or freeze, so I moved. Soon I was in Tom's room and had the satisfaction of knowing that before long I would have a' brother in distress. Now there are two ways of waking a person, one a long method and the other a short one. I always prefer to use the short. As a good yell would have awakened the whole house, I grabbed a pillow and in about ten swats had Tom sitting up high enough to make it a pleasure to knock him down, which I promptly did with the eleventh. Soon we were in the kitchen eating bread and honey, while wondering whether Chuck would be on time. He came in before we had finished, and although he had just had one breakfast, he did not hesitate to eat another. After we had all eaten, we took our lunches out of the ice-box and then started on our three mile walk to town. We arrived on the smack at five o'c1ock and as the last rope was cast off and the motor throbbed beneath our feet we were making exclama- tions of approval in regard to our private yacht. The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared. M errily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthzmse top. We now had much to see. We went down to inspect the engines which were explained to us by a small black-haired engineer, who was lame in one leg. After the others went out he gave me what he considered val- uable advice about engines, that he had learned from a master engi- neer. I then went to the pilot-house and the captain took down a large map on which he showed me points of interest. Next I went out on deck in time to see the lighthouse at Point Betsy. I watched the land as we passed it. This had once all belonged to the Ottawa Indians. I could see the mouth of a small river upon which, according to legend, there once fioated large numbers of war-canoes. Our boat was headed for the Mani- tou Islandsg these were the sacred islands of the Indians and had acquired their name from the great God Manitou. We at last came to the fishing grounds and saw the buoy which marked the beginning of the nets. The work now commenced. Two men sat by the pan at a swivel which brought in the net. The men each held IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIII IIIIII IIIIII II III III IIIIIIIIIIIIHII HH II IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIII IIII IIIIII IIII II I1