Mondovi High School - Mirror Yearbook (Mondovi, WI)

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THE MIRROR A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD We, Ruth and Xorma, having; gained large fortunes in oil investments de cided to take a trip around the world. Leaving Los Angeles, our home t wn. we thought we would go to the movie center, Hollywood. There we gained much knowledge of “the movies.” We saw the production of “Live-wires” in which Gordon Kruger, our old clasrmate, starred as a famous “sheik.” The fifteen years after graduation had not changed him very much. The Yellowstone National Park was our next stop. Here we saw all the wonders of nature that we had so often dreamed about. From the Park we went to Bismarck, X. I). During a stop on the way we bought a new novel from a book stand. “Love in the West” by Josie Thalle was indeed thrilling to read, since the author was our schoolmate. From the sketch of the author’s life we gleaned that after graduation Miss Thalle had gone West to write novels, an ambition which had always been uppermost in her mind. We had just finished the book when we came to Bismarck. Our educational interests led us to the University. Wandering over the campus, we were asked to go to see Miss Berg, the Dean of Women. We met a little, light haired, bright-eyed, capable woman. We instantly recognized Edna, our friend of the Training Class in Mondovi. After spending the day with Edna in a social chat, we were again on our way. At Minneapolis, Minn., we had to seek a dentist. On inquiring for the best one we were directed to Dr. Amunson’s office. Her credentials were: champion maker of false teeth, painless extraction of teeth, very nominal prices. Her offices were large, and many customers were waiting. Great was our joy when we saw that the dentist was none other than Leannah. Because of the rushing business we only had a few hours’ talk after treatment of our troubles. We then eagerly made our way to our old home town, Mondovi, a city now. We stayed at the Gazoola Hotel owned by a large and capable looking woman, Lola Loomis. Upon recognition, we were given comfortable rooms and received the entire news of Mondovi’s progress since our absence. Miss Loomis informed us of a large Agriculture meeting in Stanley, and asked us if we wouldn't like to go. We were wondering what would interest us there when she informed us that Mr. Pierce Ruseling was President of the Association. Next day we motored to Stanley to see Mr. Ruseling. His farm, a mile from town, was large and prosperous. Because of his wife’s interests he had taken up fanning and had become successful as a dairyman. After spending a joyous time at his home and in Mondovi, we again were on our way. The state capitol at Madison was of great interest to us. We were introduced to Governor Colby who was none other than Foster of our High School days. By his arguments and good ideas he had quickly risen to fame. He was expecting after his governorship to be a senator, lie was our host for the day, and entertained us by taking us to the University to see Miss Agnes Serum, a teacher of languages. We all talked over times gone by, and then went to listen to one of the rising orators of the day, namely, Maynard Saxe, who was adept in handling words, and was very convincing. From Madison we made our way to Chicago. Stepping from the train we were accosted by the smiling face of a Social Welfare worker. We knew at once that she was Hazel Adams. Fifteen years had not changed Hazel much; she was as bright an entertainer as in her High School days. We visited the ait gallery, and were attracted by a painting of a great Futurist artist named Evelyn Walker. Here was another of our classmates who had

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T II E MIRROR I, Gunda Flekke, my honor for being Valedictorian to Maurita Grorud. 1, Gordon Kruger, my weakness for the fair sex to Noble Robbe. I. Myrtle Ellenberger, my independent ways to Margaret Voll. I, Pierce Ruj seling, my seat in the Main Room to whoever is lucky enough to get it. I, Evelyn Walker, my petite size to Zelda Hartley. We. Emil Ede and Jens Severscn, leave our brotherly love to William Larson and Howard Hovey. I, Margaret Fitzpatrick, my Irish wit and humor to Bella Hill. I. James Bjornstad, mv height to Truman Struck. We, Pearl Odegard and Josie Tallc, our success as country school teachers to Emma Quale and Ruth Anderson. I. Melvin Olson, my love of teasing the girls to Royce Quarberg that he may do his duty as faithfully as I did. I, Agnes Serum, my love for “fat suitors” to Rosabelle Colby. 1, Foster Colby, my debating ability to Clarence McDonald. I, Alice Haldorson, my honor of being Salutatorian to Arnold Pape if he will solemnly promise to work hard. I, Floyd Helwig, my important position on the stock judging team to Harry Barstow. I. N'ellie Eide, my ready blushes and too numerous to mention gentlemen friends to Irma Loomis. We, Vernie Schachtler and Irvin Putzier, have nothing in common to will to anyone, but if we had we would like to leave it to Helen Cleasby and Francis Kensmoe. 1, Maynard Saxe, leave my friendship to anyone who needs a friend. 1, Ruth Schachtler, my high marks in History to Odin Clemenson .just to help him along. I, Arleen Stevens, my fondness for Ford cars and their drivers to Isabel Struck and Evelyn Ward. , I. James Hill, my attraction for Strum girls to Leslie Hovey. We. Emily Hacker, Feme Saxe, and Marian Giese, leave our efficiency in typing to Orval Scharf, Maurice Aase, and Worden Stringer, that they may cause Mr. Semans as little trouble as we did. I, Oral Claflin. my musical voice to Arnold Ehlert that he may avail himself of its value when he becomes a country school master. I. Florence Teeple, my love for the Hills to Charles Keilholtz. I. Clarence Robinson, my inspiration to write romantic themes to Ruby Wright. I. Lola Mae Loomis, my position as running guard on the girls’ Basket Ball Team to Arvilla Myers. 1, Percy Gullickron, my experience in Agriculture to Robert Conger. I, Anna Ness, my job of typing and distributing the absentee lists to Giles Fitzgerald. We. Faina Berg and Lillian Christopherson, bequeath our job of writing the Class Will to Wilma Aase and Cleo Xyre. In testimony, we do hereby affix our seal and signatures on this, the twenty-ninth day of February in the year of King Tutenkhamen, nineteen hundred and twenty-four. Witnesses— Watchu Drivinat. Howdja Getthatway. Signed by— Edna Berg. Lillian Christopherson.

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TIIE MIRROR become famous. We hunted up Miss Walker’s studio, and were received with true Futurist cordiality. Leaving Chicago, we resumed our journey to Palm Beach. Idly spending our time in lolling about the beach, we were drawn into the exclusive society from Philadelphia. The belle of the society was Arleen Stevens, the wife of the wealthy Jollinik from Philadelphia. We accep.ed Arleen's invitation to accompany her to Washington, D. C. Since we were from Wisconsin, she took us to meet Miss Lillian Christopherson, the first woman senator from that state. We went to see another classmate who was in the city also. Mr. Edward Johnson, Secretary of Agriculture, was nationally known for his splendid work in the Cabinet. Leaving our famous friends at the Capitol, we went on to New York. Spending the day in seeing the sights of the great Metropolis, we were ready to enjoy a good evening at the Follies. The star of the group was a graceful and charming girl who seemed to be directing her glances toward our box quite often. During the last intermission a messenger brought us a message from the star, who proved to he Miss Ruth Claflin. She had recognized us. and had asked us to wait for her by the door. We were indeed glad to see our Follies friend. Our journey thus far had been a round of pleasant surprises concerning our classmates. Our last day in New York was spent in purchasing an aeroplane with which to continue our trip. Our flight took us first to Mexico City, Mexico. When we landed, the Women’s army under General Haunschild was in review before the President. This sight was indeed splendid to look upon as General Milton Haunschild was all that could he asked for in generalship. After dismissing his army, he took us to his headquarters and made us acquainted with the secretary of a rich South American woman. The serene-looking secretary, Adolph Lerum, cordially invited us to visit the coffee plantation owned by Myrtle Kllenberger. Certainly we were anxious to see our classmate who had become so prosperous. We straightway made a flight to Myrtle’s home in Campinas, Brazil. She was a matter-of-fact and a very business-like woman. She took great interest in political affairs, and was looked upon as a woman of wisdom. Our visit with her was indeed a treat after having been engaged in frivolities. Carefully looking over our plane “Susanna,” we prepared for departure. We crossed the Atlantic, and landed on the southern part of Africa. From there we were going to fly north to Egypt. Fate demanded that we stop in the Kalahari desert in South Africa where there was only a missionary settlement. Our plane repairs were not quickly made, but we were taken in by the kind missionary leader. Anna Ness. Our troubles bothered us no more since we had found a hospitable friend to take us in. Weeks passed before our repairs came, and we spent the time in educating the negroes. Having repaired “Susanna” we left for the Pyramids and the Sphinx. Like all other travellers we were bent on finding something of interest at all times. We met a curious-looking gentleman who seemed to be intent in looking for something small. Whenever he saw bugs flying through the air or crawling on the ground, he joyously dashed after them. To gain an acquaintance we caught a bug for the gentleman who rapturously thanked us for it. He looked at us, and in a surprised manner called our names. We did not recognize him until he introduced himself as Professor Arthur Auer, M. F. D. C , the great entomologist. In our talk with him he told us not to miss going to the Valley of the Kings. We acted upon his suggestion and surely experienced many thrills. We met the chief excavator who to our surprise was none other than Melvin Olson. We got first-hand information concerning the late discoveries, as Melvin was indeed very much interested in his work. We left Egypt, and soon were flying over the Arabian desert. As evening drew on we noticed a small speck on the desert. This to us meant a lodging