Montello High School - Granite Hilltopper Yearbook (Montello, WI)

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First Row: Claire Robinson, Rosolie Hintz, Mory Murroy, Morion Ronsom. Chorlotte Horring, Agnes Nickolai, Betty Lou Robinson, Margaret Alice French, Cloude Herrick. Second Row: Elnore Zostrow—Drum Mojor, Dovid McNomoro, Betty Ann Cartwright. Agnes Pufohl, Morion North, Esther Wegner, Arvillo Eichsteodt, Bert Burlingame, Wolloce Wegenke, Mr. Hanson- Director. Third Row Arthur Gruhlke, Lucille Voughn, Meryl Ritchie, Mertice Johnston, Leslie Hull, Milton Schwartz, Willus Mittlesteodt, Douglos Ritchie. Fourth Row: Melvin Crown, Alden Eichsteodt, Jock Robinson, John Buchen, Vincent Metcalf, Herbert Holl- monn, Sidney Horring, James Buchen, Chorles Goodnoture. BAND DEAR DIARY: October 11, 1939 Today, dear diary, I experienced whot I believe to be, the greatest thrill of my high school year. I wos asked to join the band! The Montello High School Band! You know, dear diary, how hard I have worked for the doy, taking private lessons, practising on hour a day, and ploying in the Beginners Bond, but when Mr. Honson, osked me to come down to the gym for regular reheorsal, well, you can't imagine how I felt. At 11:15 I followed the other forty-one musical students down. The choirs and music racks hod been set on the stags and I took my place- the last chair in the row I couldn t ploy the pieces but I held my horn to my lips ond made believe. That day election of officers was held. I didn t know who to vote for, so I just put down the drummers. Those who were elected were: President, Jack Robinson; Vice Presi- dent, Betty Ann Cartwright; Secretary, Chorlotte Horring. (Guess my vote didn't count). Well, that's oil for tonight, diary. I've got to proctise until I beat thot smart Sophomore out of his chair. DEAR DIARY: November II, 1939 We ployed at the All-City Armistice Program today at the City Hall. We sounded good too, considering the foct we hod to morch from school in sub-zero weather ond the near tardiness of the drum mojor. Do you know, old diary, thot I can now march without yelling, Left, right, left, right. So I play insteod. DEAR DIARY: December 20, 1939 We mode our debut for the year tonight ot the Christmos-tide concert in the gym. Despite the pre-holiday rush, a large crowd of musicolly-mir.ded towns-people attended. Roll out the Barrel was the hit tune. The Westfield gome is get- ting closer, so I'll just say my prayers and go to bed. DEAR DIARY: April 19. 1940 Oh, diary. I'm so-o-o-o tired! Whot a doy! In the first ploce it was such a relief to get out of school for one whole doy, no dosses to think about, only to journey with the old gong up to Stevens Point for the Music Festivol. I knew before I went that I shouldn't wear those brand new white shoes; but they looked so nice. Am I sorry now! After marching around the world twice, I've enough blisters on my feet to qualify as a jitterbug. The concert went over swell though, consider- ing that the time of our playing wos so soon after dinner.

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First Row: Dole Doniels, Desire Hordell, Morgoret Metcalf, Edword Mittlesteodt, Loretta Neck, Audrey Zostrow, Eleanor Geske, Gertrude Otto, Norman Welke. Second Row: Miss Scobie. Ethel Schmidt, Rose Marie Metz, Robert French, Normo Metcolf, John Draeger, Donald Bornick. LIBRARY CLUB DEAR DIARY: I had the shock of a lifetime today when I entered the library. You'd never know the place since those organized Librarians have taken it over. They are feared by most of the student body (of course, not all) because of their strictness and conscientious overseeing. They will not, at any time, allow more than six persons in the library at once, and the way they handle the check- ing in and out of books is remarkable. One thing I must say about them is that wonders have been accomplished with some of those old books. They ond their adviser, Miss Scobie, have worked long and hard at reconditioning them. I stayed long enough to leaf through some of the new books, and I discovered some of the cutest little bookmorks, which were also made by the club. Another of their activities was the pep stunt which featured Bob French pushing the club baby, Eddie Mittlesteadt, in a buggy. The implication was clear, thouqh, as we played Pardee- ville that night. Audrey Zostrow, Elnore Geske, and Loretta Neck seem to be the main spokes in this libra- ry wheel, as they were elected president, vice president, and secretary and treasurer, respectively. By dint of close checking on student borrowers, the club finances were so swollen that they re- lieved the pressure by buying a new table, file stand, and bulletin board. It's really a pleasure and a privilege to be allowed in the library now. ( Poge Fifteen

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First Row: Cheer Leaders— Betty Lou Robinson and Elnore Zostrow. Second Row: Chorlotte Horring, Wallace Wegenke, Betty Ann Cortwright, Mory Murray, Arvilla Eichsfeadt, Agnes Pufahl, Rosolie Hintz, Margaret Alice French, Esther Wegner ThircfRow: Lucille Vaughn, Milton Schwartz, Sidney Harrmg, Vincent Metcalf, Charles Goodnature, Meryl Ritchie, Douglas Ritchie. PEP BAND DEAR DIARY: Just where would the student body get oil of its pep if it weren't for us? I hate to “blow my own horn (even though I am in the Pep Bondi, but it seems to me we ore A-l pepper uppers. Tonight we played at the Wautoma game and I'm ready to wilt, for more reasons thon one. I slid my old trombone with oil the “oomph I could mus- ter, and I'm sure that hod something to do with Montello's victory. Esther led the band and really gave it her All! Each of the members has had a chance to show his ability in conducting by getting up and waving a baton before our bright shining basses, and some now aspire to becoming the leaders of swing bands as a result of this exper- ience. There were lapses when the trumpet lead was noticeably weak due to the absence of Betty Lou. She felt that she could produce more gusto in her capacity as co-cheer leader with Elnore. The climax to their excellent work this year came at Adams-Friend- ship, when the aforesaid B. L., exceeding her best, fainted dead away from shere vim. Elnore has had her share of bad luck, too, what with being the victim of a case of mea- sles and just getting back in time to do her bit at the lost two nights of tournament. But that has to be all this time, dear diary, as I have a pressing engagement with my little gold pep blouse. Anyone in this business has to be ready on short notice to meet any emergency — the show must go on!