Bay View High School - Oracle Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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PAGE 24 CI-IGCOLATE SGLDIERS ADVENTURE I Round Table Once there lilled a brave little chocolate soldier. All noon long he lay in a box on Walter Pree's candy counter. He was sure Miss Bullwinkle or Miss Jameson would buy him. They bought candy in lots. Even Mr. Fritsche had eyed him once, but he had decided in favor of Plebeian peanuts. One day he decided that life was much too monotonous for an adventurous soul like him so the next time Walter opened the box, our little chocolate hero bravely hoisted his chocolate gun on his shoulder and marched out the cafeteria door. Now that he was outside he wasnit so sure that life was as safe as it had been in the box. Bay View people had awfully big feet. Mr. Dennis would surely crush him. As he stood there undecided a group of laughing boys came by. One of them, Lester Ellsworth, spied the brave little soldier and gleefully picked him up. Our little soldier grew very much frightened and his little chocolate heart beat a rapid tattoo against his tinsel med- als, for to be eaten by Lester Ellsworth or Edwin Dusczynski would have finished him. But his fears were short lived, for he was dropped into a dark place where he could get only an occasional glimmer of light. It was dreadfully hot in this place and he could feel himself growing warmer and softer. Life was trying, he thought, for if one did not risk danger of being eaten by one of these Cannibals , one stood the dangers of melting--a rather messy exit from this world, to say the least. Suddenly he was rudely jerked out of his dungeon right into the Round Table meeting, and there placed upon a desk. At first he blinked at this unexpected change of atmosphere, then becoming more accustomed to his surroundings, he looked about him. He heard strains of music from somewhere and after shifting himself up against a huge shiny bell, he peeked over and saw Ber- nice Shied playing on her violin. He felt himself growing warm all over at the sight of her. He squared his little shoulders and stood just a little straighter. Someone called Nick Topitzes talked on Greece, but the chocolate soldier had eyes and ears only for his lady fair. Some queerly dressed boys and girls danced and sang, Spain, Germany, Russia, and England paraded before him. He learned about the choicest literature of England and America. Ernie Liebman informed him about scientific Germany, but our little hero thought to himself, The lady with the violin will do for me . Suddenly he heard Lester say to Belma Evanson something about a feast, and he grew cold. He surely would be eaten now. I must get out of here , he thought wildly, my life isnit safe anymore , so he threw himself forward and fell-down-down-bang! He fell right to the floor, and if he hadn't been a thoroughbred, Bay View- purchased, chocolate soldier, he would have broken into a thousand pieces. He once more hoisted his gun and looked upward to find himself standing right against some one's foot. It was Fred Fowle, clad in a Roman costume fiercely brandishing a wooden sword. Heavens,', he thought, more big feet , and he quickly shifted his position and looked up into the grinning face of a fierce-looking Indian. The little sold- ier shut his eyes, expecting to be devoured any minute, but nothing happened and when he opened his eyes, everything was changed. Instead of Pilgrims and Romans, he saw George Washington standing at the head of a table at which sat his wife and little daughter. The soldier straightened and saluted so vigorously that he fell backwards. He lay there quite motionless for a while, for to have seen the great gen- ROUND mutt eral himself was enough to awe any MLLTS one! Edwin Duezynslei--Vice-president Dorothy Eblebracbt-President Rose Andrzejewski--Secretary Lester Ellsworth-President Belma Evenxon-Secretary Gabrielle Woida-Vice-president

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PAGE 23 The h'l6l11b8l'Ship for the second semester was one big bray-435, the largest in the club's history. Mr. Nuerenberg, who knows our boys and their locker interest, says that's because '35 isn't leap year. The boys have more freedom. The Athletic meeting was a thumping success. A few more heave and gruntv contests like the one between Ralph Niemczynski and Roy Hammel and the foundations of one little red schoolhouse will have to be strengthened. The pros and cons of whether the high school girl is more intelligent than the high school boy were discussed at the Boys'-Girls' Debate, the girls generously but wisely holding the nega- tive. St. Patrick,s Dance, Ofiicers, program, picnic, and baseball game were all courses in which Boys' Club members readily enrolled-a good hint for program makers in any little red schoolhouse! And now it is Juneg whether itill be elephants, donkeys, or kangaroos next year we cannot say, but you'll be a monkey if you aren't in the Boys' Club. And now a few magic passes, a few magic words and-pht-ff-gone are we. It happens that whenever there is a Boys' Club meeting and the boys are to sing, Mr. May always starts them off with Sweet Adeline . He knows the way to a boyls heart! Ray Marshall should have a lolly-pop next time he recites something for the Boys, Club. lt gives one Conhdence. Don't let Mr. Berg find out. During a lull in business the Fifth hour in the Bookstore Gus Sonnenberg and Strangler Lewis got together, to the dismay of Gene Van Handel. Can he take it!' Better sign him up novir. It is positively time that Rose Andryzewski bought a Boys' Club ticket. Have we had an incognito at our meetings? Hor- rors! Why does Mr. Stout always pull out his watch when he sees a boy talking to a girl at her locker? BIT OF BALLYI-loo When Dolores Hess offered Mr. Gillo a piece of trick gum, Mr. Gillo replied, What do you think I have my bald head for? I'm wise to those things by this time. Found at last: A record-breaking burst of speed made by more than one hundred people at one time. Why, it's even faster than our daily lunch hour rush. Don,t believe it? Well, come to the next Boys' Club picnic when its time to dish outi' the cake and ice cream. Maybe it would be a good idea for the Boys' Club to invest in about two hundred chairs to place around the gym', for their dancing boys. You know the boys get tired dancing all the time without resting. Oh, yes? MORE FUN!

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