Mukwonago High School - Arrow Yearbook (Mukwonago, WI)

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‘The ARROW November 1st we gave a concert and dance to help boost our treasury in order that we could edit an “Arrow” that would be worthy its motto, “Rig- ger and Better.” Later on we held a tag day and we again boosted our “Ar- row” fund. February 14 the girls raffled a cake and boosted our treasury a little higher. When we’re in the farthest corner When the world has called our fates. May we think of our old schooldays. May we not forget our mates. Prophecy 1 listened and joyfully took in every word my employer was telling me He was carefully laying out plans for my next week’s trip. I was to go to Milwaukee and Mukwonago and advertise our new “Kendall Envelope Seal- er.” “Mukwonago? Why that is my home town. That afternoon I started on my way to Milwaukee. I spent two days among the business concerns, and Wednesday morning found me on my way to Mukwonago. When the conductor called Mukwonago 1 eagerly reached for my bags and was at the door in a minute’s time. I saw ahead of us a large depot, bearing the name of Mukwonago. Where was the simple little waiting sta- tion that had stood in this same spot twenty years before? 1 slowly de- scended from the car, and, behold, a train is coming in at the same station. Imagine my surprise when I entered the depot to find out that it was not only for the electric depot, but also depot for the Soo Line. 1 slowly, but eagerly, walked up the street. Many new buildings had sprung up and instead of being a residence street it was now a business street. I consulted my list of business houses which I was to visit. First one I was to visit was “Mukwonago Chief.” That certainly was good luck, for my brother, Gordon Dillenbeck. was editor of the daily paper. From what I re- membered of the town I thought I could easily find the office. I started on my way. Another surprise awaited me. Instead of the little stone building a large structure of brick and stone stood in its place. I entered; at a desk sat Gordon very busily engaged. I spoke and he looked up in surprise to find me there. We visited for some time about our schoolmates, and how- glad I was to hear that all of them were employed in Mukwonago. I had forgotten the errand I had come on. I was now very anxious to go in search Page Thirteen

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The ARROW” Senior Class History OFFICERS. President............................ Secretary and Treasurer............ Faculty Advisor.................... . .Gordon Dillenbeck Dorothea Dillenbeck ........Miss Pardee MOTTO Success comes in cans, failures in can’ts. COLORS—Purple and White. FLOWER—Violet. As I sit me down in these days of 1922 to make record now, for the first time of the full and true account of the history of my class, 1 find persistently arising these time honored names, “Freshman.” Sophomore.” “Junior ” “Senior.” All of which, indeed, have a meaning of exceptional significance in the affairs of our history. And which of them, I wonder means the most. It was in 1918, when our class was ushered into Mukwonago High. It was by far the smallest Freshman class that ever registered in the school, (we may be small but oh my). The class numbered twelve. We chose our class officers and class color and motto. The Girls’ Club entertained us girls at a Christmas banquet, and the Sophomore class entertained the class at a party in the spring. Some time later we gave a party for them in return. The next fall, 1919, we, as Sophomores, hurried back anxious to begin our second year’s work. Four of our boys played on the football team, namely: Bill Goodman, Chick Perry, Don Boyd, and Earl Harwig. Later in the fall we entertained the “Freshies” at an informal party. Month of February found us in mourning for our president, Gertrude Sell, who had left us for the city. In the year of 1920 we assembled at M. H. S. supposedly as Juniors, but were taken by surprise and placed in a class with the dignified “Seniors.” That was one time a “Senior” could not look down upon a Junior for we were equal. The following returned : William Goodman. Hazel Muehl, Leona An- derson, Wilbur Swan, Roy Perry, Robert Johnson, Harold Sheridan, Gordon Dillenbeck, May Fardy, Donald Boyd, and Dorothea Dillenbeck. Most of our boys played on the football team again this year. April 29th we presented our Class Play, by name, “Adventures of Grandpa. We again presented it at Eagle, May 14th. It proved a success at both placecs, which was due to the coaching of Miss Coughlin. We entertained the Seniors and faculty at a banquet June 1st. They were very appreciative and we felt that we were more than repaid for our trouble. This closed our supposedly Junior year . The following answered roll call in 1921: Wilbur Swan. Harold Sheri- dan, Robert Johnson, Leona Anderson, Gordon Dillenbeck, and Dorothea Dillenbeck. Due to the absence of some of our former classmates we were forced to elect new officers, and choose a new motto. We were firmly united by bonds of fellowship. Page Twelve

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The ARROW of the rest of my school mates. He told me he was going over to a law of- fice if I cared to go. I gladly went. As we entered the office we noticed seated at a desk, a man bent over his work. He chanced to look up when he heard us. Who should it be but Wilbur Swan, now a renowned lawyer. He was busily en- gaged, as a trial was to come off next day and he was the lawyer for the ac- cused man. He spared a few minutes to talk with us. I soon left them poring over this murder case. I walked on up the street where for four long years I trudged back and forth to school. As I neared the school, another surprise awaited me. Where once had stood the yellow brick building now stood a magnificent red brick one. It was noon; and a steady stream of boys and girls were flowing out the doors, but not a familiar face in the crowd. I looked again, another group was emerging from the building. One face looked more familiar than did the rest. As she came closer I could see who it was. It chanced to be Leona Anderson, now a teacher of Mathematics. I talked with her for a while during which she told me she had been teaching for about five years but was resigning in the spring. As she was on her way to dinner I left her and walked on around the block and came out on Oakland Ave. On one corner stood another large building. A sign told me it was a dancing school owned by Robert Johnson. As I entered a very stylishly dressed man walked to meet me and asked me my errand. On looking more closely I recognized my school mate, Robert Johnson. He did not know me but upon my telling him he then was very anxious to hear how I had succeed- ed. Just then a group of girls entered and Robert had to leave and give them their lesson. It was nearly four o’clock and I knew if I wanted to see the football team at practice I must hurry. I bade Robert farewell and went on my way. The boys were out on the campus practicing. At one end of the field I recognized Harold Sheridan. He was glad to see me and told me how suc- cessful his team had been, and how he intended them to keep up the good work. He was very anxious to get into the fray, so I took leave and again went on my way. I soon remembered I had not been to see any of the houses for my em- ployer, but it was now too late in the day. I determined to have a full day of it Thursday. D. L. D. Page Fourteen