Washington High School - Brainonian Yearbook (Brainerd, MN)

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“ History of the The first two or three weeks we were in High School, we acted just the same as other Freshmen through countless generations—hopelessly bashful and ignorant. After we had became accustomed to our new surroundings, however, it was an entirely different story. We started off by having a picnic on the flats across the river. After everyone had satisfied his great appetite for buns, pickles and weinies, we all gathered around a chery bonfire and Miss Scott en- tertained with countless stories. As our class has always been more’ or less prompt in paying dues, our next party was a hard time party. Who can forget the raged “Silas Marner,” alias Donald Closterman, who was unquestionably the life of this party? This was followed by a regu- lar sleigh ride party. We went to the home of Edna Kamrath on Oak Street. All went well until after lunch, and then, girls—remember what a task it was to induce our president, Ryland Erickson, to wipe dishes? Last but not least, we had a picnic with the Sophomores. At the end of the year the number on the honor roll had greatly increased. Considering our present average it is noticed that we have little by little im- proved every year. Our Sophomore year showed that we had over- came the last traces of bashfulness. We whispered in the Assembly and even talked back to the Seniors. This year we started out with a picnic at Gilbert Lake, of course—everyone always has a good time there. Later on we had a party with the Freshmen in the High School Auditorium—the Freshies con- sidering themselves distinguished guests. Everyone will remember the clever program, the games that weer played, and the wonderful lunch—sandwiches, fruit salad, ice cream, cake and cocoa. Again we washed dishes but by this time we were so accustom- ed to it that it seemed mere child’s play. We closed the year with a Freshman-Sophomore picnic at the old stand-by—Gilbert Lake—and we were all looking forward anxiously to the following year when we would be styled “Upper Classmen.” But our Junior year! At last our ambitions were realized and we could walk down the halls with an air of dignity. Our class that year was small; some stayed and others became seniors, but nevertheless Page Twenty-four Class of 1923 - we managed to have a number of parties. We began the season by a marvelous Hallowe’en party with the Seniors. This time we are!! The next big event was the Junior Candy Sale and for a day there was little studying but candy, gum, pop, sundaettes and sandwiches were consumed with great rapidity. With this money we entertained the Seniors at Grand View Lodge during the last week of school. A wonder- fvl dinner was served and the decorations were love- ly; even the roses had to be sent for from Duluth. The Seniors then entertained us by a picnic at Gil- bert. The day was spent in games of many sorts and a most plenteous lunch was served. That year we all envied the Seniors and watched and thought as they marched into the assembly room: “We follow their footsteps.” Now we are Seniors and soon we will be leaving the dear school! We started the Senior year as we have other years and enjoyed a picnic at Gilbert Lak’. The time went altogether too quickly and before we hardly realized it, the festivities were over and each class member was back in his respective hom. At Hallowe’en the Juniors and Seniors gave a party at the High School Auditorium. The hall was prettily decorated. There were fortune tellers, svooks, a palmist, a morgue ’n everything. Many will always remember our wonderful Christmas ban- acet by the small gifts they received from Santa Claus. Who will ever forget the delicious chicken dinner served by th Junior girls? The winter brought snow and the snow brought sleigh rides. Five big sleighs full of boisterous and merry Juniors and Seniors rode out to Merrifield. At Bronson’s Wigwam Lodge the cold and hungry students sat down to a hardy meal of pork and beans and brown bread, doughnuts and hot coffee. Tired but happy, we arrived home in the early hours of the morning. Our class play was a big success as all the pupils in it are gifted with great dramatic ability. Even the terrible storm that night did not keep the people away. Be‘ore Easter vacation we celebrated our Senior Dress-Up Day and you’d be surprised at the parts each portrayed so successfully. Everything from gypsies to fat “cullud” mammies. We have ended our social program at a banquet at the Elks Hall where the Juniors entertained us. The banquet

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Brainonian table was beautifully decorated and we all thank the as High School students. We hope that the under Juniors for their skillful, artistic ability. We, in classmen will follow in our turn, entertained the Juniors at Gilbert Lake. tinguished, Thus the class of 1923 ended its brilliant career footsteps and be as dis- Lest You Forget This small missive was given this space in this such brillianey that it shone upon our minds faceili- massive volume to remind you of the old Senior room tating mental development, which was so familiar. The beaming visage of that Don’t forget the pencil sharpener, the shavings of ' ; [ which caused Monsiur Swanson to hurl so many magnificent clock which served so faithfully before wrathy epithets upon the heads of us innocent Sen. it suddenly died of a broken heart upon hearing the iors. And don’t forget those pictures: the one of remark that it was unworthy of gracing the walls of Ann Hathaway’s cottage, where lived the beloved of another Senior room in the new high school, don’t — that immortal dramatist Shakespeare; the one of forget. Many were the doctors who vainly’ wielded Stratford-on-Avon which also associates your mind knives in the attempt to revive the veteran. And with Shakespeare and the “Red” “Brown” English then there was that exquisite state of a horse bear- books. ing a proud Indian, who, although he pled for a Let all these be memories for you graduates to noble cause, wore very becomingly that brown hat lock in your brain in cobwebbed corner. Let them over his carven feathers. Also, there was that be- recall to you your last and happiest or perhaps your nign face of Abe, the benevolence of which was of only happy school year. —B. E. R. Page Twenty-five