In 1915

San Francisco, Cal., December 18, 1915

My dear Catherine:-

Oh, the glorious time!  How we did enoy it!  It certainly did seem good to see the well known, yet wholly unfamiliar places.

From start to finish the trip was perfect.  About fifty set sail for the World's Fair on the Isthmus, September 3.  We sailed on the "Culebra" one of the new liners put on by the old P.R.R., now the N.Y.C.Z., and Frisco Line.  The boat was large and comfortable.  We made the trip in four days.  Prof. and Mrs. Carr chaperoned the party.  Miss Daniels was also in the party.  Miss Daniels contracted a nervous disease her last year on the Zone in 1910.  She says it was from teaching freshman Latin at the first period.  Do you remember how we annoyed and worried her by not having our lessions?  But I am roaming from my subject.

We entered the Canal at Colon.  There were fortifications as far as Gatun.  Everything was so different that I almost hated to look at it.  It did not look like the same old place as when tourists would come down and ask if the Gatun Dam was the "Great Culebra Cut."  As we went beyond Gatun the Canal widened into a lake which contained about 164 square miles.  It extended as far as where Gorgona used to be.  In the distance we could see palm trees.  It did not look like a lake, but more like a swamp.  We were all interested in the locks at Gatun which we used to cross.

As we came to the place where Gorgona used to be, the lake narrowed into what is known as Culebra Cut.  It was very much different from the rock and dirt which we used to see.

We left the Canal at Balboa and entered the Pacific Ocean.

I remain as ever, your old schoolmate.

Odelle Le May.           
C.C.F. '12.


The Sophs to Porto Bello Went.
by Edith Stevens

At nine o'clock
   We left the dock
      To take a trip
         In a little ship.

The sea was rough
   And quite a bluff
      Was made by some
         To avoid "outcome."

There was Mr. Carr
   Who could sail by far
      The deepest seas
         Whene'er he please.

And Marguerite
   So coy and sweet,
      A sailor, too.
         Yes, through and through!

And Franklin J.
   Who was quite gay
      Till the ship did slide
         On the breakers wide.

But alas, these three
   As you shall see.
      Were doomed awhile
         To ghastly smile.

And farther on
   Their faces drawn,
      Were pinched and white,
         Yes, quite a sight.

They sought the rail
   Those who were pale.
      And without said smile
         Stayed there awhile.


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