Dunkerton High School - Raider Yearbook (Dunkerton, IA)

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iittle wet by walking through the water and so did most of the other girls, because their bridge did not work as they had expected it to. When we arrived at our picnic grounds the boys had the fire built and were gathering thorn-apples, so some of the girls kept the fire going while others joined the boys in their hunt for thorn-apples. When the stragglers had all arrived we started to get supper. Our supper consisted of sandwiches, cookies, pickles, salad, grapes, marshmallows, and of course, wieners. We had a great deal of fun toasting marsh-mallows and roasting the wieners. At the conclusion of our supper we left for home. —Grace Bartholomew, Grade 7. How Mother Tree Celebrated Her Child's Birthday Once upon a time there lived in a big woods a big tree. Her name was Mother 1 ree. She had a great many children. Now it happened that Mother Nature had a little child that nobody was willing to take care of, for which no one could blame them because she was always fussing and scolding. Well, one day Mother Tree decided that maybe she could do something to please the child so she sent a message to Mother Nature by Professor Wind asking her to send the child to her with the Professor. Mother 1 ree bade Mr. Wind good-bye and told him to bring the child safely home to her. Mr. Wind sped off and brought the child safely to Mother Tree. Now what Mother Tree was going to do was to have a birthday party for the child. 'I'he day came and all the leaves said they had never before had such a good time in all their lives. All the woods praised Mother Tree because she had made the scolding child happy. Mother Tree was very glad also. —Dorothy Dunkerton, Grade 6. The Beautiful City Once three of my friends and I were out walking. We walked and walked until we grew tired, then we sat down to rest. When we were rested we got up and went on until we came to cross streets all paved white, one going south, one west, and one east. We followed the one going east and after walking a long ways we came to some yellow paved streets going south, north and west. We followed the one going south this time. We walked on and came to a lot of little houses. They were more like little coops than houses. The people wore little coats over their shoulders. They were about three feet high and wore boxed hair and had dark eyes. They ate nothing but bananas. They invited us in for the night but we could not get into their houses so we stayed outside all night long. In the morning we set out again, walking until we came to a beautiful town. There was a man at the gate and he opened it and told us to come in. Here lived a wicked witch and everybody that she did not want in the Beautiful City she made them get out. Her cap had rubies and diamonds all around it. She could say a few words and her winged monkeys would Page twenty

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I was later patched up by some youngsters and furnished a great deal of sport to them. They lost me out here in the deep grass and 1 have come to helieve that I shall spend the rest of my days here resting in peace. —Russei. Braxt, Grade 9. My Native Town Dunkerton, my native town, is situated on Crane Creek. It has the best scenery of any town in this vicinity, especially along the Creek. Since it is on the Chicago and Great Western Railroad it has become a shipping point for the country around. It has many good stores and a tile and cement factory, as the town is furnished with good water power. There are three grocery stores and a fourth one combined with a meat market, a hardware store, a drug store, a barber shop, as well as many other small stores. The elevator is situated near the Depot and there is one auto garage that has the agency for the Ford, the Overland, and the Oakland cars, and for Samson tractors. The Wells Fargo and American Express Companies have offices here. The B. and H. transport line runs through the town going from Oelwein to Waterloo. Dunkerton has one graded public school; the primary, grammar and high school grades being located on High School Hill and the intermediate grades being located in the old Free Methodist Church. There wras also offered this year a ten weeks’ Agriculture Course for those not regularly enrolled in school. There are two thriving banks here—The First National Bank and The Farmers’ and Merchants’ Bank, the latter being just recently organized. There are also three churches located here: The First Baptist, the Methodist Episcopal and the Evangelical. The Postoffice has been recently moved from the Bellmer building to the building at the west end of Main Street. Ehe Postal Telegraph line runs through Dunkerton and there are also a Telephone Office and an Electric Light and Power Company here. There are two doctors in Dunkerton, Dr. Buckmaster M. D. and Dr. Strain, the veterinarian. The tract of land that Dunkerton wras built on first belonged to James Dunkerton and in 1887 was laid out in lots. Dunkerton has now become a thriving town of three hundred inhabitants. —Melba Viola Dunkerton, Grade 8. A Pleasant Evening One night after school the Grammar Room pupils and teacher went to the woods for a wiener roast. At four o’clock we started out for the woods, the boys going ahead to gather the wood and start the fire. When we girls got as far as my home we all stopped for a drink of water, so we would not get thirsty while we were gone. When we came to the creek, we found that we could not get across without getting our feet wet. Most of the girls went about a quarter of a mile out of their way to get across and when they arrived there they found the crossing no better than back where the boys had crossed. Elizabeth and I tried our luck crossing where the boys did. We, of course, got our feet a Page nineteen

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come. She tried to get us out but she could not so she called to her winged monkeys to come. They came buzzing and grabbed hold of my three friends. They did not bother me at all. After a while the old witch went into the house and forgot to take her cap in with her. So while she was in the house I sneaked up and got her cap and called the winged monkeys. They came and killed the old witch. I lived in her house for a long time. Then I went and found my three friends. One day a little later we became sick and called the doctor and asked him what was the matter with us. He said we were homesick. The next morning we started out for home. We walked and walked and at last reached the white paved streets. 1 he people at home were so glad to see us that they gave a big party in our honor. —Vivian Shore, Grade 5. The Indian Deer Hunt Once upon a time there lived a tribe of Indians. They were going to hunt deer and so the tribe got together. 1'hey started out sneaking around the trees and there saw a deer. 1 hey surrounded him, one shot at him, and lie started out like the wind. All of them started after him, the chief shouting, “Ug! Ug! Ug!” at the deer. After a time they were attacked by another band of Indians who killed two of their best men. I hey lost their deer and were compelled to return to their camp without two of their best fighters. After they got back to camp they had a dance and out of another deer skin they made their chief a pair of trousers like the white men wore. The chief was very proud of them and would often remark, “Me big man now.” They lived at peace with white men for many years. Glenn Clarence Shimp, Grade 4. Dodge Ball I he day was warm and the birds were singing in the trees. All of the children in our room were out in front of the school house. We were playing Dodge Ball. Dorothy was in the center. I tried to hit her but she dodged the ball. Then the hell rang and we had to come into the school room. —Elizabeth Beehner, Grade 3. My Wish I wish I were a Brownie. It would be such fun. I would dress in brown and wear a brown peaked cap. 1 would go anywhere I wanted to. I would change myself into a mouse and gnaw a hole. 1 would wash the dishes for people. Audra Flinn, Grade 2. The Bird I Saw 1 saw a bird. 1 was out on the sidewalk. It was flying in circles in the air. It was black. I think it was a hawk. —Edward Lyons, Grade 1. Page twenty-one