Logan High School - Winneshiek Yearbook (La Crosse, WI)

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THE COMMENT 1930 Our Game The sports in school are not for all, For not all have ahilityg But few run out and snatch the hall ,-Xnd plunge right through to victory. Most sit along the battle line ,Xnd cheer the team on through the f They urge them with a hattle shout, And thus they help to gain the day. But when from Alma NIater's door NVe pass and hid a last good-hy, XVe'll find a game we all can play And play it well if we but try. V ' ' v lwas in a garden cross the sea That first 'twas played long years ago 1' a y 1 The rules have changed but little since- I mean the Game of Life, you know. Xve must together face our task, lfor if We try alone, We lose. Together let us Choose our plays, And let us gain the goal we choose. :Xnd let us meet our trials prepared, And let our nearing goal he fame, XVith the Boy of lifton's hattle ery: Play up, play up, and play the game! liizklalaiu' L. Soni wa X THIRTY-1 IVlu

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THE COMMENT 1930 Class Prophecy How little we know of the future, of tomorroW's x victories and trials. VVe findsorrow where We thought there'd be , .,:,: f I, triumph, and tears Where we'd counted on gfg i if ' lggeg if smiles. So brace up, oh stumbling brother, failure's not always disgrace, And the man Whom We pick for the winner may MU fi' 'I finish at the end of the race. For the one who really Wins in life may not have that thing called success, But hels the man who can look to his God and know that he did his best. PF :lf Pk 'Twas a dark and stormy night, and I took myself to bed, :Xfter doctoring for my asthma, and the canary I had fed. With a muddled brain I went to sleep, almost at once, it seemed, And the dreadful things that happened-well, say, I'll tell you what I dreamed: Thirty years had passed me by, and I plied the bootblack's 'tradeg l'd shown the old town what I was Worth with the fortune I had made. VVith a shamee in my left hand, a can of polish on the floor, l had shined the feet of nations, and knew I would shine more. My business was an art with me, my technique was supreme, My profession such a shining one, and the income not so mean. Doris Hart ran a popcorn stand in connection with my shop, And she's spent long hours from morn to night coaxing the corn to pop. Ana Smith Was a regular customer, she was known as a professional flirt, Her dainty, Well-shod feet were my pride, and advertised my Work. john Duerkop was a copper, and clubs he carried four, He kept his shoes as shiny as the glistening badge he wore. llarold Hagemeier was my errand boy, his youthful training not in vain, NVhile on the corner Kate Fisher sold Liberties, patriotic in sunshine or rain. Ruth Krueger has gone to the big city. She loves it, at any rate, She says she's made a million, and drives a Cadillac in state, Evelyn VVhiteside chanced into my booth, and she really needed a shine, She was a promoter of prize lights, and such an active linel john Shuler has turned Scotch,-to the monkeys he throws empty peanut shells, VVhile Nlarcine Banghart makes up jokes, in a beauty i parlor, where sympathy sells. i THIRTY-SEVEN