Mondovi High School - Mirror Yearbook (Mondovi, WI)

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CLASS POEM Oh. here we art , ves. here we are The brightest, smartest class by far That ever graced this dear old school. We've done our best to break each rule, We've crammed our heads with wisdom's lore Till they will hold not one bit more. We've put away each bonk and slate. And now we’re here to graduate. Then out into the world we’ll go Advice on others to bestow. And marvelous deeds and wonders new The class of '2. ) will do. Our “Marc. you know, is six feet tall And lias good brains on top of it all, The teachers, ••fellers.” lie loves to tease. But no sweet girl he ever sees. Here comes our modest little “Wim.” Who attacks her studies with great vint. She looks .just like a i|uiet lass. But you ought to see her in Physics Class. We have an upstart in our class, Far famed for learning and for lnass, And this Elmer a you know. Whose countless jokes forever How Here's to the girl that hails from La Crosse, She’s Mondovi's gain and Xe'son’s loss. A friend she is. and a dare she’ll take. ’Tis Maigaret Bower, with no mistake. We're all acquainted with our “Pal.” She is a spritely little gal. hen she begins to teach up North. Her store of wisdom she'd scatter forth Now as to mischievous Addle, Her future we can truly tell, For if to “Pete” she corresponds. She'll seek tin' matrimonial bonds. This, is our worthy president; On books and studies quite intent; in sports his prowess he did show This is of course friend “Bud’’ Barstow.

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1, Noble Robbe, my susceptibility to the charms of the fair Juniors to Wendall Glasspoole. We, Margaret and Marjorie Young, our skill in puzzling the teachers to Myrtle and Marion Olson. I. Myles Weigland, my attractive dimples to ClilFord Gates. 1. Ethel RofFler, my pep and good fellowship to Mildred Shipman. We, Morris Thompson and Delmar Linse. our excellent behavior to Dur-wood Franzwa and James Johnson. I. Klma Serum, my efficiency in preparing Latin to William Larson. 1. Henry Rosenthal, my curly hair to Robert Conger. 1, Harney Barstow, my hatred for the opposite sex to Philip Johnson. 1, Harry Barstow, my interest, in Ag. to Stanley Melrose. 1. Laurel Giese, my musical talent, to Miller Barstow, so that he mu,', take my place as first violinist in the orchestra. 1. Ernest. Severson, my mischievous looks to Allen Hill. I, Ruby Wright, my habit of being sent out of class to Virgina Hartman. 1, Frances Winter, my seat in front of the main room desk to Marvin Cooke. We, Myron Lee, and Sylvia Johnson, our happiness to Clarence McDonald and Irma Loomis. I, Lillian Linse, my pride in being a representative of Modena, to Anna Lurndal. We, Lawrence Hanson and Helen Cleasby. our “Fun wagon to Orville Scharff and Celina Olson. We, Ruth and Gladys Anderson, our name to be represented by Lyla and Jay Anderson. 1. Nellie Hanestad, my numerous charms, to Dorothy Clariin. We. Faye Goss and Regina Wild, our chummincss to Cleo llulverson and Irene Odegard. I, Emma Quale, my demure manners to Carol Craft. I. Everett Weeks, the color of my hair to Norman Gray, so that he may establish his identity as a Norwegian. I, Franklin Crawford, my charming smile to Howard Standish. J, Allen Kenyon, my witty remarks in Senior English to Frederick Scott. I, Francis Kensmoe, my importance to Loyal Rud. I, Arnold Ehlcrt, my knowledge of school teaching to Ralph Lyon. L Arthur Hubbard, mv skill as stage manager to Ray Goodermote. I, Rudolph Marten, my idle chatter, to Chester Johnson. 1 Ray Coldby, my stock judging ability to August Linse. I, Margaret Bower, my vivacity to Laurel Parker. 1. Lola Loomis, my place as librarian to Inez Hill. We. Wilma Aase and Loretta Hanley, our place as executives of this, our Class Will and Testament, to Dorothy C’anar and Ruth Olson. In testimony we do hereby affix our seal and signature on this, the twenty-fifty day of February, in the year of the Cross Word Puzzle Craze, nineteen hundred and twenty-five. Witnesses WOOD B. BRILLIANT C. A. DCMDORA Signed by,— WILMA AASE LORETTA HANLEY.

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Here's Ruby, peppy and full of fun, With her quick wit slit makes things hum; You may be sure she’s a good little girl But in the class she makes things whirl. The maiden with the golden hair. She is the one who's sweet and fair; Emma will a mountain climb And just to have a rousing time. To Physics class doth Caroline go A little prayer she uttereth low; She says in accents soft and deep, ‘‘Now will 1 lay me down to sleep.” God made the moon the stars and sky, lie made the earth so fair He first made things of colored hue And then made Everett’s hair. Sir Robbe is so very polite He feels quite bad because he is bright; He spends his time by making girls blush But this of course we keep on the hush. Where did you come from classmate dear? Out of the elsewhere into here. Where did you get your credits, pray? ‘‘None of your business,” said Jim, “Away.” Gladys is so exceedingly small, You scarcely can see her now at all; If ever locked out, she’d he in no doubt, She’d slide through a chink in the wall. We have in our midst a slim, calm sinner; He’s fond of girls, but fonder of dinner; At football Giles is surely a star He bangs through one. and leaves a sear. We have a basketball player of fame, Who once was made exceedingly lame. But protests were nought; in spite of the pain. We couldn’t keep “Ode” from playing the gai Poor Faye was woeful and ghastly pale. All week she nothing would do, but wail, “Alack, and Alas. I’m afraid I won’t pass, And if I don’t pass. I will fail.”