THE GREYHOUND OF THE ILLINOIS RIVER AND THE DUCK 



ISLAND CLUB 



By Tom A. Marshall 



Gently sings the running water 

 By my camp beneath the trees, 



And I hear the soothing rustle 

 As the night wind stirs the leaves. 



•—Whipple. 



HE greyhound of the Illinais Eiver! That is the 



''Marguerite,'^ a power boat, 40 feet long, 4 feet 



of beam, drawing 26 inches of water when driven 



ahead by a 150 H. P. engine, turning a 22-inch propeller 



800 revolutions per minute. 



This model of beauty lay at her dock in Peoria, tug- 

 ging at her leashes, anxious to jump out and try con- 

 clusions with the rapid flowing current of the Illinois 

 River, Dannie Voorhees, Jr., owner and operator of 

 this distance eliminator, was busy adjusting and tuning 

 up his engines and soon had her striking on the six 

 cylinders. 



Walking forward, I had a good view of her bow, sharp 

 as a knife, also her graceful and symmetrical body, lines 



