Washington High School - Junior Yearbook (Rice Lake, WI)

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A. Boehm B.SChlll1'i G. Tlvorstaa' F. Halmforson L. Riedell H. Wiclvxer B. Anderson D. Dawson L. Harback A. Pettit A. Fencl E. Fankhauser R. Nelson M. jossi T. Myfierx E. Hineline D. Robarge E. MfCleod M. Larson L Bralvender ii1, The Approach of Night The sun goes down beneath the light horizong With one last mighty effort to be seen She hurls her colors through the skyg the red, And purple, and orange, and gold reflect against The blue cerulean wall. But night prevails. The clouds come lazily drifting from the east, And soon the twilight hour has bid farewell to earth. The night brings forth her glorious array Of stars: the moon creeps up from the crest of the hill And quiet and peace descend to the troubled earth. Florence Bliss I-ill

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9B FRESHMAN CLASS President ,L,,A,7,,,,g,A,,.,7,,,,7,,,, ,,.,77A D rexel Dawson Vice President 777,7,,,,,.,777,...,. ,,,.,,, M argaret Jossi Secretary and Treasurer ,,,7,,, ,,7,7 C lyde McDonald Adviser ...,.,...,.,..,7i,,.,,.,,,i.,,..,. ,.,..,, lt Iiss Elstrom We are a little different from most Freshmen. Freshmen have the reputation of being green and scared, but we haven't either of those qualities. We are going to work hard and try to live up to the standard of the Rice Lake High School. We are already represented in declamatory, the orchestra, and other extra-curricular activities. H. .llxllrr R. Marlin H. lVlulman R. Mele L. Hermann L. Rzcliexcb ll. Pelcrfnn E. llfclzlun G. King A. Dennis G.Ranal.1ll lll. folvnson C. llflrDf,nalzl K. FUCK B. Harloni G. Randall ll , Klipp R. Rolwarge L. George E. Hanson H01

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N V F i i 1 i c 2 1 I it i - or f THE ATTRACTION OF FRESH PAINT It was a warm, sunny day in the middle of the month of June. Toward eve- ning, two poorly clad young men, victims of the unemployment situation, wan- dered aimlessly through the park in Chilington. The first victim to attract our attention was a young man of twenty. His clothes were well pressed and neat, but quite worn. Our hero had a disarming grin and bright blue eyes. His dark curly hair, which rebelled at the thought of being kept in place, caused its owner much discomfort. His cap-well it can't be described because it had been lost dur- ing its owner's numerous travels. If asked his name, this young man would promptly reply, Samuel Forthwithf' His companion was less attractive, being a man of sixty. He was gray-haired and weather beaten. Above his long gray beard, which resembled the shaggy mane of a buffalo. two piercing gray eyes stared directly at one. His clothes wftre tat- tered and torn and his hat barely resembled a hat. To an observer he looked, to quote our friend Irving, like a scare-crcw that had just escaped from a nearby corn field. This veteran was called simply General. No one was ever able to find out his real name or anything about his formcr life, not even his companion afd close friend, Samuel Forthwith. He was called General because he always carried a medal with him. Oh, say, what's going on over here? This speech was given by Samuel Forthwith after watching a large group of people at the farther end of the park. I dunno, drawled the General, Les' go over thcre an' see. Lot ks ta me like somethin' excitin'. So saying, the two walked over to where the crowd had gathered. After edging their way through the crowd by means of their elbows, they saw, ly ng on the sand before them, a man-eating shark. fYou see Chilington is a small seaportj. Its captor was proudly relating how the shark had been captured and overcome, for the benefit of the large audience that had gathered. Like most fishermen, he was given to exaggerating. Much to the General's d'slike, this proud fisherman added many unnecessary and likewise untrue statements to his story. A heated argument rose after the General's interruption. After a few hard words on both sides, they decided to settle the argument with their fists. They had a merry time of it until Samuel Forthwith missed his agfd companion. He had been so busily discussing the possibilities of obtaining a ja b that he had not no- ticed when the General had slipped away. As he turned to ask the General a question, he was surprised to see the grand fight. With a long stride and a short one he was between the combatants. Hey, you two. whatis this all about? This crazy landlubher thinks he can tcll me how I caught that shark over there. Well, that sucker thirks he can trll me a story about ketching that shark. Anybody could tell is wasn't true by half listenin'. As these speeches are here related, much of the flowery and spicy language that was Hung around by the three men has been omitted. The original speeches were not meant for such refined readers as you. But the argument was finally settled to the satisfaction of all concerned. Each of the combatants had a black rye as a souvenir. I'm tired. Let's go over and sit on one of those benches in the park. HO. K., General. With slow, unsteady steps the General started for the park with the much needed assistance of Samuel Forthwith. After reaching the park, the General made his way toward the nearest bench in sight. In the twilight he failed to see the necklace the bench was proudly displaying with a sign FRESH PAINT at- tached to it. Hey, rlon't lay down there! I'fl like to know why I can't lay down here if I want to. In a few minutes he was comfortably settled with his torn and battered hat half cow-ring his eyes. In the dim light of the approaching night the General saw a white pi:-ce of paper faintly outlined above him. For a moment he gazed at itg then tried to reach up to get a better look at it. Lo and behold, he stuck right where he was. Whats the matter now ? l-'rfni the grass below him came the reply. The attraction of fresh paint! 1-Betty Johnson I-121