Mukwonago High School - Arrow Yearbook (Mukwonago, WI)

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iFrpshmau (Hass History One evening after supper I decided to go down town. I was walking slowly and enjoying the evening air when an old man. whom 1 knew very well, stopped me and began talking about school. “Is this your first year at school?’ he asked. “Yes, I am a freshman.” “Have you a largo class?” “It is very small comparing it to the one of last year. At first, there were twelve of us: After a few months, John Schuster went away to attend a mil- itary school, but about this time two boys entered, raising the number to thir- teen. ’ ’ “1 believe I have heard a great deal about that class, but have you chosen your class officers?” he asked, looking quite interested. “Yes, we have. At the beginning of the year we elected Gertrude Sell, pres- ident, Anna Bullion, vice president, I .«on a Anderson Secrtary, and Hazel Muehl, treasurer. Our class colors are ‘Purple and White,’ and our motto is, ‘Love of Country.’ ” “Have you been entertained by your upper classmen?” “The Girls’ Chib entertained the freshmen girls at a banquet in December, and the Sophomores gave a party for the class this spring. We enjoyed our- selves very much both times.” “Your class has begun its career well, and I hope it will be some credit to the High School in years to come.” “I am sure it will.” He said “Goodbye,” and went on his way. I walked on, thinking how in- terested he was in our High School. I’at e Sixteen

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1919 THE ARROW 1919 Page Fifteen

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1919 THE ARROW 1919 THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS. HILE WE, as Americans, ought to be giving the plan of the League of Nations our individual support great masses of us, in our impa- tience to see it worked out, have voiced various complaints and seem to have lost faith in the whole scheme. Some have even gone so far as to say that the league is little more than a second Congress of Vienna with no more of the true spirit of democracy in it. Of course, this is gross injustice to the men who have been framing it and who we ought to know are noble statesmen guided always by sound democratic princ- iples. This dissatisfaction may be just an issue of the great American unrest. But may it not enhanced by our old evil—German propaganda? Very prob- ably it is. Therefore, we ought to be patient until the minor details are worked out; for our only substantial hope of a peace that will last lies in the success of the League of Nations. WHEN FARMERS SET THE CLOCK AHEAD. The farmer loses rather than gains when he turns the clock ahead. Farm work, especially in the spring, is controlled by the sun and not by the hands of the clock. With the new schedule of time, on frosty mornings the farmer must wait an hour or more after rising before he can work on the land. Then in hay making time he must wait for the dew to dry. These hours are lost. What is the farmer to do? He can not keep old time, for he is compelled to move with the rest of the world. It is necessary to be on time for morning milk trains; and if he expects to use hired help, he must start and stop work by clock time. Hired men would be discontented if they thought they were working an hour later than city laborers. To the farmer who works, not until the whistle blows, but until the work is done, the change of time only makes the long day longer. WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? We are coming to a period of our lives which will prove to be one like we have never before known. Just as our brave soldiers stood on the deck of the sinking “Tuscania,” and sang the song, “Where Do We Go From Here,” before taking a leap into the cold; wide sea, we are standing on the deck of “Child- hood Days,” waiting to take our leap into the cold, wide world where we must shift for ourselves. Good fortune may be awaiting some of us, bad fortune, we Page Seventeen