Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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I ) ]•: C E M B B R INI) !■: X FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN Christmas on At Chris ' mas time we alius go To Grandpa ' s farm. We don ' t mind snow. Us boys just laughs and thinks it ' s fun To see our horse. Old Dobbin, run Right through the heaped-up drifts of snoiv, But Pa, he loudly hollers, Whoa! An ' Mary Jane, she takes alarm. An ' fears she ' ll come to serious harm On the ivay to Grandpa ' s farm. the Farm But all too soon, the time goes by, An ' someone then is sure to cry, It ' s time these boys were in their beds. Then we lift up our sleepy heads An ' try to look so wide awake, But Ma, she then her head will shake, Santy Claus will bring no toys If you are disobedient boys Out here on Grandpa ' s farm. An ' when we get there late at night, My. ' but it ' s a mighty cheerful sight To see the bright lights shinin ' out Through the darkness. We give a shout, An ' Grandma opens wide the door. An ' calls, I ' m glad you ' re here before The food ' s stone-cold. Then us boys hops Right from the sleigh before it stops Out at Grandpa ' s farm. An ' then the next day! Oh, what fun! We ' re up before the risin ' sun, A searchin ' through our stoekin ' s. My! They ' re alius heaped up awful high, An ' dinner with turkey, puddin ' an ' pies, An ' everything most beneath the skies. Then after we have had our fill. Us boys go coastin ' on old Boone ' s hill Out near Grandpa ' s farm. But, oh, how that vacation flies! We ' ve hardly time to give two sighs Before the New Year ' s come, and then We ' re hurryin ' back to town again To dig in school the livelong day. An ' never have a chance to play. We wish ' twas Chris ' mas all the year An ' we could alius stay out here On Grandpa ' s farm. Page i eventeen

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EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Marion Strassburger Assistant Editor Leonard Bradt Faculty Advisers Lillian Clark Bessie Petticrew Literary rowena lodwick Elizabeth Scoular Josephine Faustgen Robert Forward Herbert Ozanne Kenneth Krippene Homer Balabanis Philip Waite Athletics Charles Felker George Bauman Jerome Johanson Current Events Harry Clark Katherine Rockwell John Thompson Beatrice Streich Pi Tau Beta William Williams Onawah Mary Pivernetz Drama Club Ella Anger Art Marguerite Stocking John Labudde Latin Phillis Radford German Herbert Nachtrab Humor Erwin Treichel Marion McCarville Alumni Helen MacNichol Ernest Metz Exchange Ruby Wagstaff John Nevins Commercial Florence Stein BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Barton Rogers Subscription Manager Emilie Crum Ass ' t Subscription Manager Ella Hull Advertising Manager Philip Lampert Faculty Adviser F. X. Greenough Subscription Solicitors Pauline Habbegger Catherine Frey George Heatherington Elmer Rieckman LuciLE March Laura Ihrig George Baller Theodore Geiger Mildred Ihrig Marian Hetherington Victor Anderson Arno Schuttler Mary Scott Kathleen Doyle Arthur Lichtenberger Morris Bell Advertising Solicitors Joseph Thalhofer Connie Carver Henry Granberc Herbert Reimer Sylvester Baranowski Irving Levenstein Robert Zellmer

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I) E C E .M B E l; I X 1 1 E X NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN A Composite Christmas Box IT was Thanksgiving in Texas, but, as far as the Second Wisconsin Regi- ment was concerned, it was not a real day of thanks. There was no snow on the ground, the air was not keen and frosty, nor were there any of the home friends to greet them. Thanksgiving in Texas was a real no velty to the boys of Wisconsin. The first part of the day had been so full of hustle and bustle that no one had had time to miss the usual observ- ance of the day. Then, too, most of the boys had received boxes from home, which brought with them many of the delicious dainties for which that day is famous. The rations themselves had been of a holiday sort. Even more diverting had been the Thanksgiving game, which roused that excitement and enthusiasm which always accompany football games. When the sun went down it seemed that the light and happiness had both disappeared with it, for a dead silence pervaded the tent which the football team occupied. Why so silent? questioned Jack Mann of Peter Mopp, who was usually a jovial youth, but upon whose face a thundercloud rested. Who said I was looking solemn? snapped Peter. That is the time you gave yourself away, joked Long Smith in a half-hearted manner. Doesn ' t seem to me that any of you would be mistaken for sunbeams on account of your cheerful expressions, retorted Peter, who felt he needed some defense. Laugh in the morning, cry before night, philosophized Thomas Thomson, of whom it was said, that he never spoke without quoting a maxim. That philosophy stuff is all right in its place, grumbled Peter, but what I want is something interesting. Oh! a place for everything and everything in its place, mocked Thomas. If you want something interesting, why don ' t you do something for — well — say, for someone else? Sounds good for Sunday School, Rev. Minny Stir, but please tell me what a bunch of ' Gloomy Gusses ' like us can do to brighten up the world? challenged Peter sarcastically. It does not seem to me that anyone could be more downright glum than this bunch. Maybe the poor Alaskans, and the dirty tenement children, and, — The Belgians, completed Peter. There is many a truth spoken in jest, added Jack half seriously. I say, why not write some letters and add a few farthings to send anony- mously to Europe? They might get there by Christmas, jested Peter; then he added in a different tone, We surely could not make their plight sadder. Page eighteen