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

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THE COMMENT 1930 Eleanor Cahalan is a school teacherg she keeps order with a board, VVhile Josephine Holliday is a chiropractor and tickles the spinal cord. Archie Franzen said, f'Oh, when l die, bury me deep. Put my chemistry 'neath my feet, My class roll place beneath my head. hlr. Davis will know why l'm dead. lwly linglish lay upon my chest, and tell bliss Simmons l did my best. ln history many tears have I shed, but it's all over now, because l am dead. hly wood-turning tools place by my sideg together we fought and struggled and died. And now l'll sing that good old song, Am with you now, but it won't be long. Burton Allen thinks Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of lnde- pendence because he couldn't hire a stenographer, While Gladys Adams has made good in being a sympathetic photographer. Senetor Whitakei' is a peddler of perfumes-perfumes from the choicest rose leaves, WVhile Russell Atterberg is a model for the new sun-back B. Y. Dfs. Gertrude Bird is an actress, and l guess she is really a VVOYV, But conceited-why, whenever she hears a thunderclap, she runs to the window and bows. livelyn Blum married a fisherman, everything from spoonbill cat to perch, And Leonard lnman went to New York to see those skyscrapers work. Carol Jones is a radio announcerg he imitates Amos and Andy, And l heard that they named a patrol wagon after Evelyn Carney. Georgia Idle drives a fire truck, and Albert johnson rings the bellg It reminds him of old school days and the gongs he loved so well. Leota Bryant still tickles the ivories. Yes, she learned the dentists's trade. Helen Curry sells false teeth: a profit by both is made. Henry Swanson sits on a flag-pole. lt's really a white collar job: He has a bird's-eye view of everything and scrambles peanuts to the mob. Bob VValker was engaged to a school teacher, but now he's found another, For whenever he was late, she wanted a written excuse from his mother. VVilliam Bryant is a specialist on l'VVhy at Forty Men Go Bald, YVhile Marie Danford to be a Supreme judge has been called. Anna Brewer is teaching goldfish to do the loopy-dee-loop, And Carroll Davis is a great discovererg he found a bean in his bean soup. Remember how Ed DeYong always raised his right hand in school? VVell, the habit made him a minister, and he teaches the Golden Rule. Charles Hogle is a doctor, and the old home town has heard it said, That his patients won't say a word against him. Maybe itls 'cause they're dead. lNlary Ferris is shelling peas in a hash-house down on the drag, VVhile Gerald Gilbo is a jockey-I forget the name of the nag. Clayton Fry is one of ithese strong men, or maybe it's 5 the perfume he wears, X THIRTY-NINE

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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

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THE COMMENT 1930 He sleeps with his hands under his pillow so he won't talk in his sleep. joseph Rorabaugh carries ice. Frigid Air has lost its charms, And he has invented a silencer for those clocks they call alarms. Dick Ruark, our football captain, seeks to teach cannibals etiquette, YVhile Charles Ruddick sent his mother-in-law a parrot for a pet. Anna blaye Schmid wants to reduce. She writes, VVould a peanut diet do? Yet the elephants sure get fat. l guess she's been to the zoo. Louise Schmid went to a baseball game and her companion said, lVe've a man on every base. lVhy, that's nothing, murmured Louise, so's the other team. Imagine her disgrace. Harold Sells leads a jazz orchestra. VVould it help to acquire St. Vitus dance? And Maxine Seward owns a cheese factory somewhere over in France. john Skog is a cowboy aviatorg he complains of a stowaway in his hat, And Harold Smith is a highwayman with six-shooters and all that. joe Stertz asks if he can have a minor operation when he's over twenty- oneg And Harold Taylor wants to know, if he does nothing, how does he know when he's done. Blanche Tucker is an ex-policeman, but now she's seeking reform, YVhile Vernon Roost claims he's a woman hater, maybe we've got that wrong. l closed my shop and started home, when Doris Hart said to me, l'There's a circus going on, why not go out and see what we can see? Richard Trump was Hippin' hot dogs: over his face spread that famous grin, The women flocked around his booth, and the hot dogs sold like sin. Kenneth VVest was eating swords, and his appetite was keeng He says he has no indigestion and it keeps his figure lean. Velma Vvilliams was just a dime-snatcherg she ran a roulette wheel, While Margaret VVilson was singing mammy songs to earn her three square meals. Xvilford Windsor was hollering through a horn, See Mabel dive into tl tankg The fattest, broadest, classiest dame that ever walked a plank. VVho do you suppose she is? l asked. Doris bet her shirt That this broad gal they were ravin' about was none other than blabel Wirtz. Arthur Weldoia had a big, clean job-Vlfashing elephants, don't you know? And Harold VVood could guess your weight within a pound or so. YVhen the wee hours of the morning came, we hopped a car for home, .'Xnd the telephone oles Hew b f us like teeth in a fine- 1' tooth comb. P l FORTY-ONE