Berlin High School - Mascoutin Yearbook (Berlin, WI)

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IN RECOGNITION This year marks the retirement oi the Superintendent, John Bjorge. He was the youngest Eagle Scout in the United States and has been involved in both Girl and Boy Scouts ever since. After graduating from the University of Wisconsin-Madison in 1934, he went on and got his masters in philosophy. During his life, he has had many accomplishments. One of the unusual facts is that he has met every president since Calvin Coolidge, mostly by being with the school trips, and has been invited to the White House on three separate occasions. He enjoys traveling with kids, music, as well as field trips. Among these accomplishments, he has been president of the Wisconsin Education Associa- tion in 1963. He was also state president of WASDA in 1964. He is also a member of Phi De Kapa, a national Fraternity Honor Society, and the National American Association School Administration. He is also involved in many community organizations. He is past pres- ident of the Berlin Chamber of Commerce and also on the Berlin Public Library Board. He is president of the American Cancer Society, on the Board of trustees at the United Methodist Church in Berlin, and also works with the United Fund. This not only marks the retirement of Mr. Bjorge, but also of many years of faithful service to his state and community. 2

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The night was young, the sky was dark, A cyclist sped by the park. His leather coat flapped in the air, With yellow helmet, dark brown hair. The grains of time stood briefly still. But slowly, then, the glass did fill. July sixteenth, a common day. Would end in such a tragic way. At seventeen, Pat Page did ride His cycle was his joy and pride. To race the wind on gilded wings Meant more to him than other things. Brown eyes would sparkle with delight When he'd defy that word called fright And as he made that fateful turn. His headlight dimmed, then ceased to burn. Reaching down to fix the beam, He rode the curb, his tires did scream. Cycle and rider, still in control... But darkness hid the telephone pole. As dawn approached, while Berlin slept. His father and his mother wept To see their first son die so young Before he'd had his praises sung. Without good-bye, he breathed his last And to the next world his soul passed. If we cried, he'll never know-- It's sometimes hard to let love show. can you feel him in your heart hear the echo softly start though he's absent for a while you again will see him smile past the distant shores of pain beyond our world he lives again But as I look up to the sky, I see the clouds and wonder ... why? Cindy Keck 1974 4