Algona High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Algona, IA)

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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

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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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4-v--T--- The Senior Magazine - tree nearby, while Iola was loudly expounding the theories of Einstein to Drusilla. Banners displayed from prominent palm trees announced to the public that Dr. Sheppard would install monkey glands at cut rates over the week-end. Doris was soon discovered in the rear of a nearby clothing shop marking overalls under the guidance of her Steele will. Here it was learned that Marie Paine was quite taken up with aviation and that she was at that time Working on a plan to use turbine engines in commercial planes of all types. - Gladly the wanderer accepted a ride in Maggy Lichter's new machine, the Air Shingle, and swiftly they sped through the air. As the contrivance flashed over Hawaii a powerful telescope revealed Leona Clark in a tree-top picking her own dates. In a short time the United States was sighted and far below were many signs which drew the attention of the would-be aviator. One in particular stood out among the rest- Prof. Fraser, Authority on All Matters -Ask Me A Question. A white-washed roof advertised the Knudsen, Kuchen- reuther, Kutschara Kandy Kitchen, while right next door appeared the Sponberg, Olson, Peterson Pawnbrokers' Association. A large pasture displayed the mes- sage, Learn to Fly-Elsie Egel and Ruth Batt. To the eastward another bill- board proclaimed to the world that Sarah N eeling always reached for an Electric Swisher instead of a mop. A thriving business center appeared below, and through the smoke the observer soon picked out the familiar landmarks of Algona. Imagine his surprise, however, at discovering the old High School building decorated from the ground up with black and blue crepe paper. The shingles advertised f'Marian McMahon 's Home for Old Maids-We Save Waywarcl Girls. Maggy prepared to drop a message beseeching the management to save one for him, when suddenly the plane Went into a sickening spin. Down-down-down-kerplop! Blinkingly the truant opened his eyes and gingerly picked himself up from the floor. Wow! A rosy future may lie before them, cried he, but--ow-my rosy past! By-GEORGE. -all 1929 ll- .t Page Twenty-mne