Algona High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Algona, IA)

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-iii The Senior Magazine - Class Prophecy CERTAIN young drug clerk found in the back room one morning a bottle which contained a dark, foul-smelling liquid. He took a taste, coughed twice, and 'took another. Fire! Still, not so bad. The surface of his tongue was eaten away and his tonsils were parched, but away down inside it left a warm, toasty feeling. Yes, he 'd have another. A shudder shook his spare frame and the broom dropped from his senseless fingers. Gurgle- gurgle-slu-u-u-urp-bump ! The air throbbed with music. The stately rhythm of a grand symphony orchestra filled a large and magnificent chamber. 'tGreat-'at's fineli' he cried as he clapped his hands with glee. The leader turned to acknowledge the applause and behold-'twas none other than Milo, the great Durant who had won nation- wide fame by playing a non-stop tune on a jew 's-harp for thirty-six hours, one second. His hair was long and was pushed back over his ears, while dashes of grey appeared throughout. Furrows of care lined his Grecian forehead and he seemed bowed down with weighty matters C200 lbs.D. NVho was hiding in the coils of that big brass horn? Margy Blossom-he could tell by that pretty blush. No one had ever suspected Margy of horning in that way before. A full-grown mustache was not sufficient disguise to conceal Kate Geilinfelt, who busily occupied himself in the corner with the intricacies of a bagpipe--just a bag of wind. lVhence came that haunting melody, that rhapsody of sound? John Knowles, to be sure, wringing blue tones from his musical reed. What a racket! Motors roared, horns howled, brakes screeched, and the wandering clerk gazed into the maelstrom of the busiest street corner in the world. High up in the traffic tower an officer, resplendent in a brass-buttoned blue uniform, operated the signal controls. There was no mistaking that manly figure--it was Barny Frankl. Leaving the controls to an assistant, he made his way through the traffic and greeted the interested observer with a punch in the ribs. Just then a long, black limousine glided by with an ermine cloak hanging carelessly out the window and a phone number painted on the door. Alice Rist, remarked the officer in reply to the raised eyebrows, She lives on Easy Street and has made herself famous by her gold-digging tendenciesf, Horns mooed and drivers cursed as a huge truck-load of corn made its way through the consternation. Step on it, Keith, piped Barney. An overturned fruit cart made a mess in the gutter and Leon emerged from the ruin singing, I Faw Down and Go Boom. Leaving his policeman friend, the clerk meandered down the street and glanced in a Hamburger Shop window. There was Eloise Hutch flipping the animals and rationing them out to Cowboy Seward, who devoured them with great gusto the while he dexterously drank from his ten-gallon hat. Glancing toward the street again, the window-peeper noticed several large white vans with the inscription, Denny Becker 's Paper Towel Laundry, painted on the sides. No sooner had they disappeared from view than a sudden surge of the crowd deposed the gaping rubber-neck in the lobby of a beautiful movie palace. Boldly he rapped at the entrance and, having been admitted, he was ushered to a box by Janitor Stanton, who had just finished cleaning the cuspidors. A Vitaphone production was in progress, and the audience was applauding Dolph Miller, who was playing a harmonica beneath a balcony where Florence Seeman balanced on the rail. Suddenly the underbrush parted and out jumped her enraged papa, -ll 192919- Page Twenty-seven

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- The Senior Magazine - Along toward the last of the year a comic opera was broadcast. Most of the cast was chosen from members of the group QMargaret Blossom, Gerald Hartshorn, George Free, Catherine McCall, Iola Lehman, Doris Long, Everett Anderson, Joe Sheppard, Dolph Miller, Lawrence Misbach, Arthur Nordstrum, Bernard Frankl, Alice Kain, Alice Ristj. The stenographers on the journey organized a club, and then chose four competent girls of their group to represent them in a district contest QZelba Winkie, Gladys Paetz, Marie Knude son and Rachael Claytonj. The basket ball games, in which White, G. Liehter, Nordstrum, Keith, M. Liehter and Sheppard were outstanding players, were broadcast twice a week. At the close of the year tl1e greatest social event of the season was given by the group. The banquet CJunior-Senior banquetj was given in the diner of the train in honor of those people who were completing their four-year courses. It was one of those never-to-be-forgotten events. The work and planning put forth for its success were well repaid by the enjoyment everyone received. ' One day, late in May, the train roared into a station after a hard pull up a last steep hill fsemester examsj. Everyone hastened oi? the train for there were to be three months of rest before the last lap of the journey. After the all too short vacation the class of '29 assembled for the last time together and made ready to finish their journey by the Super-Zeppelin. They needed the speediest and most eiiicient means of transportation, and this, without a doubt, was the best means. The group chose Eugene Stephenson Cclass presidentj as pilot, and the excellent motto they had taken the year before was retained because none more fitting for the group as a whole could be found. The Zeppelin was sailing west over a great expanse of water, and just when they were well on their way they ran into severe headwinds and stormy clouds. The skill of the navigators and mechanics Cfootball men: M. Liehter, Geilcnfeldt, Keith, Knowles, Sheppard, White, Miller, Nordstrum, basket ball: White, Nordstrum, Knowles, Sheppard, Liehter, Stephensonj carried them through without loss. Each traveler had his special duty to perform every day, but there was plenty of time left which could be put to good advantage. The suggestion for forming clubs was enthusiastically agreed upon, and those who were interested and were willing to give their time entered into the scheme. The first two clubs were the singing clubs CGlee Clubsj and the expression club Cdeclamatory work: Richard Banwart, Bernard Frankl, Julia Dearehs, Doris Long, Alice Rist, Rachael Clayton, Alice Kain, Marie Paine, Shirley Hill, Milford Green, Dona Coon, Florence Seemanj. The debating club consisted of four eloquent, convincing speakers: Gerald Hartshorn, Alice Kain, Doris Long, Marian McMahon. On two evenings a program Coperettaj was give11 in which George Free, Everett Anderson, Joe Sheppard, Catherine McCall and Alice Rist took part, assisted by the Glee Clubs and the orchestra. The stenographers, not to be outdone, had contests to determine who were the speediest and most accurate in their work. Zelba Winkie, Rachael Clayton, Marian Rising, Doris Long and Gladys Paetz won out. All these activities inspired the group to write a journal that would be a lasting memorial of their work and pleasure QSenior Magazinej and just as it was finished, their long journey was brought to an end, for land was in sight. The members of the group were now to go their separate ways, and it was with great regret and sadness that they parted. Four years of pioneering have been finished by the class, and the trail stretches far, far into the west. It required great bravery and physical strength to bring a wilderness occupied by hostile people to civilization but the pioneering spirit accomplished it. The pioneering of the future will not depend upon physical strength, but upon mental strength, and in this work the Class of '29 will do its share. ' 41 - 1929 lp- ' Page Twenty-sim

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-if The Senior Magazine - Ellwood, who proceeded to bounce an ice cream brick off the head of the dashing young hero as he dashed over the garden wall. As the picture drew to a close, Katy McCall raised both feet to the keyboard of the wicker pipe organ and played as she never played before. When the curtain raised again, Olivia Kressin was discovered turning cartwheels around the stage and tossing horseshocs to Shorty Steve who caught them in his teeth. A sneeze, however, caught Shorty unawares and he limped from the public gaze with two black eyes. The next number proved to be a novelty dance featuring Frank Lathrop and Alice Kain in their interpre- tation of anesthetic motion. Cheers, cat-calls, and hiccoughs slowly faded into silence at the conclusion of this spectacular display, and the attention of the privileged spectator was drawn to a group of noisy women in the gallery who were throwing peanut shucks and slurring remarks at the people below. On looking, as well as listening, more carefully he identified Rachael Clayton, Betty Streit and Dorothy Samson. With a crash of music, the stage was flooded with light and out from the wings dashed Mary Harris. Gaily she danced-hither and yon among the scenery-first on one foot, then on the other, then on all fours. Happy and gay, she tripped to the center-down on her knees and gracefully salaamed to the audience. Could it be a Swan Dance? Without giving the house a chance to recover, a men's quartette made its appearance dressed in pink rompers. The coupon customer in the box gasped as he recognized Charley McMahon, Richy Banwart and Darold Newville. But if he gasped then, he groaned as he listened to the strains of Cutey Blues, Ole Black Joe, 'Alley- Iley-Hazel, and Onward Christian Soldiers. The patient patron 's patience was taxed to the limit--he could stand it no longer-so, covering his ears with both hands, he bolted for the fire escape. Once outside, his feet rattled on the iron steps. Iron doors clanged, and bars cast shadows across a long corridor. What could this be? Not a-yes, indeed, this place seemed to bear the very earmarks of a penitentiary-cauliflower ears on every hand. Peeping shyly into a nearby cell, he espied a hard-boiled yegg dressed in striped pajamas who seemed to be absorbed in the interesting occupation of cleaning sponges. At the moment he recognized the convict as Everett Anderson, the visitor was accosted by Art Nordstrom, Warden, who was leading a prisoner under the double guard of Ruth Bishop and Marian Rising. Alas-alack !--and what of our former student Misbach? Surely his fiery temper had not urged him to a murder foul and fiendish upon some provoking instructor. Poor, inoffensive little Bub in the Skookum House-unbelievable! The errant clerk, however, was convinced when informed that the culprit was in the stir for bumming rides with his row boat by hooking on to the sterns of ocean liners. Rapid walking in an endeavor to leave these touching scenes behind soon brought our medium to a rural district where purple dandelions bloomed on every tree and birds sang all the latest popular numbers. Passing an absorbent cotton field, he waved to Zelba Winkie, Dorothy Mangan and Buck White, who seemed occupied with the task of plowing under the four leaf clovers with a seven-row corn planter. How relieving to find some of the old acquaintances thriving by the sweat of the brow. Coming to a little brown church, he quietly entered and discovered the Right Reverend Hartshorn performing his devotions at the altar. His bald pate gave forth a heavenly luster and his kindly face beamed with beneficence. His sacramental garments added to his saintly appear- ance, and it was a dirty shame that the congregation consisted of but one- Dona Coon. As the spiritually moved bystander reached for a hymn book, the surround- ings shifted and he grasped the grass skirt of Shirley Hill as she danced on the beach of a southern isle. Red Green was playing a concrete ukelele under a pine 41 -all 1929 ll- we I age Twenty-eiyht