Merrillan High School - Radio Yearbook (Merrillan, WI)

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Iilllllllllililllillllll - M H S Illllilllillwilllllil hurrying about preparing a big banquet. But who are those three aged ladies over there in the corner talking to that aged man? Woe and behold! It's Mr. Goss, the world's best scientist, who has made himself prominent by his wonderful experiments and discoveries with fish. He is known the world over for introducing fish, and the ladies with him are Mrs. Foley Montgomery, another social leader in Palm Beach, who came up with Florence Johnson Harrison, and Miss Stuve, renowned the world over for being the great Librarian, who introduced the new Stuve Library Classification System, and last but not least, Miss Anderson, who now is a senator in the State Capitol at Minnesota. These people managed to leave their work for a few days and attended the great conference. Then followed two days of splendid and wonderful time of fascinating con- versation, and happy reminiscences of our Merrillan High School days. Then when each returned 'Lo his respective home, and work, and I to mine, I began to think that I entirely disagree with the great writer, William Shakespeare who said, All the Wor1d's a Stage. , Q

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Jmmmm,i W Will M H 5 illillliiilllllllllllll WHEN I ATTENDED THE 1950 CONFERENCE OF THE 1921 CLASS By G0rd0n 'Closway It was in the spring of 1950, and it was a date lang looked forward to, by some few people scattered in all parts of the United States. It was the time when the graduating class of the Merrillan High School of 1921 was to get together in their old home town for a two days conference. I was at that time one of the Government Lawyers at Washington, D. C., and on June first, I received a telegram from an old classmate of mine, Mr. H. L. Hamilton, a Wall Street financier, whiiih read- I presume you are going to Wis- consin for the conference and I will meet ycu, with mv airplane at Pittsburg, June third, at the Astor landing station. Yours, Hamilton. June second was Sunday and the Blue Laws, in the true sense of the word, were very strictly enforced so I did nothing on that day except going to church, and watching for members of the polirze squad of Blue Law exziercers. On the morning of June third. the sun rose bright and cheerful in the heavens. I arose early, wishing that I were a boy of seventeen again instead cf an old man of fifty-five. I took the monorail-railway from Washington, bade good-bye to the President, and in a few hours, I arrived at Pittsburg. At 3:00 sharp I took an elevator to the landing station, which is a large plat- form about one-half mile square, right in the center of the citv, built over the stores, where the airplane trains come to rest. The first sight which met my eyes was a fine new biplane just coming to a landing. In a short time my old class- mate Hamilton, and I were shaking hands. After exchanging greetings, we left for Chicago, and nearly collided with another plane which was just landing. I concluded that Hamilton was getting too old to drive, and he must have thought so too, for at the next station he hired an aviator. The balance of our journey to Chicago was uneventful, and finally we came to rest on one of the big Chicago landings. Chicago, which is now the largest city in the world, has thirty landings. As we passed over the city we notiied a large factory, one of the largest in Chicago, and in cfrnne-:tion with this was a wonderful hotel. This was the Staples Condensed Milk Plant, and with it the Hotel Staples. As we had decided to stay in Chicago over night, we immediately made our way to Hotel Staples. I knew before this that our old class-imate Willis was the owner of a milk factory, but I did not have any idea that he owned the largest in the world, and also the world's best hotel. Arriving at the Hotel Staples, what was our amusement to find Willis himself with two ladies, in his private lobby, and greater was cut surprise when we saw that it was Pauline Martin and Agnes Rude with him. After a few moments of happy conversation, we learned that Pauline and Agnes were the proprietors of a mommoth Beauty Parlor in New Orleans, and from. their appearances, they evidently had to pay a large income tax. Early the next morning, five people could be seen motoring toward Central Jet., formerly Merrillan, but which had grown so much that Humbird, Neillsville, Alma Center, Hixton and Black River Falls all consolidated, with Merrillan, forming this city, which is now the second largest in Wisconsin. As we neared Central J-rt., we could see tall chimneys and sky-scrapers, and we knew we were approaching a large business center. We finally reached the Union Station landing, passed through its busy crowds, and observed two women hurriedly walking through the jam. As one of them casually glanced around we noticed that she was Governess Nellie Pierce, of California, and her secretary of state, Miss Lillian Olson. These two people were very much interested in politics and later had become political officers of the State. Truly we were glad to see them again and we all went down to the Old Schoolhouse. I must add that the Alumni Association had purchased the former Merrillan School as a relic and just to add to the gathering we held our meeting in the school house, in the heart of Central Jet. As soon as we arrived at the school house we saw three ladies coming our. to greet us and they were the other members of cur class. We were soon all together and later we learned that Co-ra Berger was the head of a large girls school in Montana. Flornce Johnson, now Mrs. Harrison, was a social leader in Florida, and Ellen Larson, a teacher in Ottawa, Canada. A short time later we entered the school house where many people were

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The Junior Class JMX ran, 744391, Lg l 881 1 s Q., g y in -Rik MQW' Kroshinski Dickenson Erickson Martin Steinberg Stain Crago Olson Larson lieichenbach Neilsen I President-Victor Erickson. Vice President-Amelia Olson, Secretary-Harold Neilson. Treasurer-William Steinberg. CLASS OFFICERS JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY By Victor Erickson On September twenty-third, nineteen eighteen, thirteen freshmen came into the higrh school, namely: John Dickenson, Amelia Olson, Clara Lee, Lillian Galloway, Ruth Martin, Jim Pulver, Celia Larson, William Steinburg, Harold Neilsen, Dorothy Stam, Irene Reichenbach, Ralph True, and Kenneth Rhoadesg lVlr. E. B. Logue being our principal, Miss Coupghlin, of Watertown, Wiszonsin, our assistant principal, Miss Weland of Iowa, Commercial teacher, and Miss Teare, Domestic Science instructor. We entercd the assembly room with somewhat of a creepy feeling as to our ability of competing' with such advanced students as the upper class men. We passed to and from classes in :is stately u manner as any, and perhaps a little more so, as the other members of high school were a bit accustomed to the ways which were yet so 'new to us. The one thing' which dwelt upon our minds considerably was Initiation. About the second or third week of sibool we received a cordial invitation from the seniors to attend a little party. We were informed that if we were not at the school house on the appointed evening they would find out whe1'e we were, and if necessary would rouse us from our peaceful slumber. We attended the party, were called green horns, freshics, and every other insinuatingr name possible. Initiation over and our worry with it, we felt more as members of the t'High. A