Mayville High School - Rocket Yearbook (Mayville, WI)

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The Rocket M. H. S. '23 The Rocket the dressing room. Here we got a telegram of encouragement from our old friend, Mr. Nordby. Next we were given our final advice by Coaches Brooks and Prinz and waited for the result of the preliminary game. As soon as this game was over we heard the crowd yelling and band playing in the gym while the Oshkosh team made its appearance. The time then came for us to appear. We made our appearance while the band was playing and the crowd yelling as they never yelled before. Familiar voices greeted us from all around during the game. At last the final whistle blew, and three hundred Mayville hearts missed a beat. The fine points of the game are history. We lost, but we lost fighting. We spent one more night at Oshkosh and the following day left for Mayville. The trip from Oshkosh to Fond du Lac was made in the interurban and ended with a Larry Semon act hy Toddy. Toddy left his grip on the interurban and after walking about a block realized his mistake. He ran after the car yelling and waving his hands and before Mr. Brooks had him under control he attracted the attention of half the city. ln waiting for the train to arrive, we walked about the city of Fond du Lac. The Dinkey at last pulled in and we were soon speeding at the rate of 10 miles an hour back to the land of our dreams. There was no chance for escape at the water tank so we had to get off at the depot. Here an incident occurred that has no precedent in Mayville History. We were met by a band and a large group of citizens who escorted us in a funeral procession through the intricate mazes of our city streets to the home of Dr. A. E. Bachhuber. A big feed awaited us there fno eggsj and we did full justice to all of it. Thus endeth the last chapter of the revelations of Muggins and Hank. A merry heart doeth good like a medicineg but a broken spirit drieth the bones. The Third Hour In the tenth seat the twelfth row One springy afternoon, We heard dear SqualJbie's little voice And Schatzie's merry boom. Miss Schuberis voice was rather soft, Amid the merry din, She singled out sweet Schatzie fat W ho'd poked Squab with a pin. The theme of discussion is reading, Schatzie calmly barked. Never mind your reading now, Miss Schuber then remarked. They both proceeded to study Their thoughts with their reading entwined, Work proceeded happily, In a silence that was sublime. HAZEL Page T wenty-seven

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The Rocket M. H. S. '23 The Rocket By this time we were surprised to find the city filling with Mayville fans, who came up for the evening game. Mr. Buth was among those who arrived and he im- mediately rented a room, being determined to see us play the championship game. We had an early supper of EGGS at Mrs. Wood's tea room, where Muggins enjoyed a few minutes with an old acquaintance from Fond du Lac. We were all refreshed after our hearty meal and returned to the Clifton to be amused by Jimmy who gave us an entire vaudeville performance in ten minutes. We were undecided whether we should call the Northern Hospital patrol wagon or let him suffer in peace. At that the boy has a brilliant future staring him in the face. As we were to play the second game of the evening, the time to leave for the gym was still far away. During this period of waiting, Toddy had one of his laughing spells and several pillows and handkerchiefs were lost in the attempt to shut him up. The time arrived for us to amble over to the gym. Here we saw the first half of the Oshkosh-Fondy game. When we made our appearance on the floor we were given a hearty welcome by the fans who came to see the game. Before the game had pro- gressed very far, everyone had formed his opinions as to the winner. Altho there was a fair margin between the scores of the two teams, the game was fought hard until the end. It was during the close of this game that Alois was sent in to relieve his big brother, who was being mishandled by the naughty Neenah boys. This being Alois' first time before a crowd of this size his tongue refused to function correctly. Never the less he succeeded in reporting A. Bachman for F. Bachman. We were the happiest gang in the world after being told that half of Mayville would be there the next evening to cheer us on to the championship. We returned to the Hotel and slept like rats that night. Everyone was up bright and early the next morning in the best of condition for the evening game. For breakfast that morning we had a little varietyL EGGS. The morning was spent in looking over the city of Oshkosh. After dinner some left for the show, while the rest either went walking or remained in the Hotel. The after- noon was still young when the people began to pour in for the evening game. Every- one made efforts to get to our rooms to give us a word of encouragement, but on account of the number, our coaches refused to admit them. When the time finally arrived for supper, we made our way through the streets to Mrs. Wood's tea room. This walk made us feel as though we were in our own fair city, so many Mayvillites did we see. We forced down our last meal of EGGS here and then were taken back to the Clifton. Everyone was at the windows watching the people from Mayville with one eye, with the other on the street clock waiting for the time to pass. We waited until 7:30 before leaving for the gym and our ap- pearance brought a yell of welcome from friend and foe alike that almost raised the roof. The feeling that came over us was the kind that comes only once in a life time, and everyone of us felt proud of the fact that the M on our sweaters stood for May- ville. At this time, we realized what was expected of us and we were determined to do our best. We witnessed the first game between Fondy-North F ondy and then left for Page Twenty-six

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The Rocket M. H. S. '23 The Rocket Qld Fashioned Gardens As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunHowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. HENRY WARD Baacnsn In the olden days-or the golden days, gardens were next to paradise, places where contentment and happiness were stored up in every fragrant bud and blossom. Perhaps it was the custom of our grandmothers and our grandfathers to have large gardens, with millions of varieties of fiowers and plants, but what if-had not they found pleasure, contentment, and love amidst the foliage of wondrous per- fumes and shadows of Nature's own gift to whoever would take it to heart-I dare say even love was kindled and restored in many of these wonderful and rapturous visions of heaven on earth. Who could restrain the feeling of happiness and tingling joy, to be amidst rows and rows of balmy poppies and tulips? The evenings were usually spent in the cool invigorating air of these gardens, where the many tiny song birds afforded sweet, rapturous music throughout the long and quiet evenings of the summer. What could be sweeter than a quiet stroll along the various paths, and winding terraces, surrounded by hosts of scented fiowers--here a bed of pansies and there a cluster of hollyhocks of different hues and shadings, closed and silent for a quiet rest, and, in the corner away from the bright staminous flowers, a little bed of forget-me-nots. Along the whitewashed walls clambered a neat trellis of tiny wax-like roses. In the center of the garden was usually a large fountain, filled with lofty, balmy daffodils that danced and fluttered in each saucy breeze. Tiny, sensi- tive fish, brilliant as the flowers surrounding the fountain, hurried to and fro among the twining stems of the water-lilies. - Oftimes when the dusk had settled upon the world and tiny stars began to appear in the heavens, she had waited passionately for her bespoken lover to arrive.- Beautiful as the roses beside her, she sat head buried in her hands-weeping, but lovely-A footstep on the soft moss-trod path announced his arrival to her- Did not the gardens of a century or two ago prove more enchanting and lovely than the clamor and confusion of the din of music and luster in a modern Terrace Garden. GONE!-But not forgotten-no, never! are these gardens, which passed with the departure of so passionate and lovable a generation,--I do heartily commend the attitude in which our forefathers have said it to her with 4'flowers , and the efforts in which our poets and writers have striven to portray the lifelike sentiment of the OLD FASHIONED GARDENS. Cam. MUENCH Page Twenty-eight H