Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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DECEilBER INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN Reflections of a Senior Oh, happy days at Oshkosh High, How soon they pass away. Could we but check the hands of time, And thus prolong our stay. We ' ve worked to make our school clubs rise With the best we had to give Oh, may they ever keep the heights. Wherein success shall live! We cheered the boys who won us fame With spirit that made them win, ' Tis this that makes us reluctant to leave. And our work in the world begin. O High School, dear old Oshkosh High, Recalling by-gone years. We feel both joy and sorrow, now. As graduation nears. An Eventful Ride FOR several days we had been trying to induce father to consent to drive to Madison to the Chicago-Wisconsin football game, which is usually considered one of the best games of the season because for many years there has been much rivalry between the two universities. We had about given up all hope of going when Saturday dawned, warm and sunshiny for a day so late in October, and father decided to take us. Hurriedly packing what lunch we would need on our way, we started; father, mother, my younger brother, and myself. As we stopped at a garage to have the tires pumped up to ninety, and to get enough gasoline to last us two hunderd miles, it was about a quarter to nine when we left Oshkosh. The first five miles on the Waupun road were as fine as we could wish them to be, but, before we had reached Rosendale, we knew that we would have to hurry in order to reach Madison in time for the game, because, on account of the recent rains, the roads were very muddy, and there had been no cars before us, so we had no ruts to follow. From Waupun to Beaver Dam the roads were fairly good, so we had a chance to do something besides hang on for dear life. Eugene and I, alone in the back seat of the big car. rattled around like corn in a popper. We stopped a few minutes at Columbus for a hurried lunch, and went on to Madison immediately. We made the whole trip of some ninety-five miles over terribly muddy, rutty roads in four hours. Pagre t venty-four

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DECEMBER INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN branch. To be sure, two of the pike were sand pike and rather small, but the others were huge, golden, wall-eyed fellows and the pickerel was surely a beauty. Warm and drowsy by the fire, he fell into a reverie, wondering how long it would be before the fish would move back into the shallow water, and hoping he would get no more mud-puppies. He thought, too, how, on the one line, the wall-eye had probably taken the bait during the night, and the pickerel, the wolf of the waters, in an early morning raid had descried the other minnow in the murky water and voraciously attacked it, expecting to secure it before the pike, whom he evidently thought was also pursuing it, could reach it. But the ravenous old fellow had been hooked, and, in his mad rushes through the water, had towed the less restive pike back and forth behind him. But suddenly the Boy arose and kicked the logs apart, slung his ice chisel across his shoulders, picked up his catch and gun and started on his triumphal march home, for the sun was setting. Far off the forest-covered hills looked grey and cold and near at hand the lights were ceasing to dance on the snow and flash from the tiny ice-drops, for night was spread- ing her gray mantle over the huge, white blanket of the snow. Less and less distinct grew the far-off hills, until they became only a distant gray blur and then slowly faded entirely from the sight. Lights began to twinkle here and there in the village, but the Boy saw them not, for his mind, exalted by the quiet peace and beauty of the night, dwelt not with this mean earthly existence but with the Great Creator of it all. Faintly, yet near at hand, he seemed to hear The still, sad music of humanity. Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chosen and subdue. Softly, almost stealthily, the moon came up over the hills; her silvery beams danced from a million tiny snow crystals and everything stood out with cameo-like distinctness; once more the earth was light. Leonard Bradt, ' 17. The Christmas of Two In a rich man ' s home the mother was putting a little boy to bed, telling him of Santa ' s coming with many toys for him, and how in the morning he would awake and find all these beautiful and costly things. In the poor man ' s home the mother was singing her little boy to sleep, telling him that Santa would not stop, but they had a present. Then she told him of the Christ child ' s birthplace and said he was their present this Christmas day. R. S., ' 20. Page twenty-three

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DECBMBBn INDEX NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN We reached Camp Randal only to find every seat sold. But fortune favored us, for father found a man with a few tickets which had not been called for because of the illness of one of his party, and these tickets called for some of the best seats on the field. We arrived just in time to see the players come onto the field. In a minute everyone was on his feet singing the toast, Alma Mater. Although Chicago ' s team is not so good as usual, the first three quar- ters were very uncertain. Once Chicago plunged the whole length of the field for their only touchdown. But at the end of the third quarter they came within six inches of our goal line, where our boys at last stopped them on the last down. Between halves a Highland band of college boys marched around the field playing on little fifes which sounded like the awful shrieks of bag pipes, while six other Highlanders danced the sword dance. We were well repaid for the long, hard trip by that game and the score, 23 to 7, in our favor. After the game the students and cheer leaders, who had yelled them- selves hoarse on the field, had a triumphant procession through the city. In the evening big bon-fires were lighted for the students and there were several dinners for the alumni and the coach. But after a hasty lunch at a fine cafeteria, we started back to Columbus in the dark. The roads did not seem to be so bad as in the afternoon, for we took the twenty-eight miles back to Columbus slowly. But just before we reached there, it began to rain! We stayed all night at Columbus, and at ten o ' clock the next morning started for Randolph in the rain. The roads were even worse than they had been the day before. Just outside of Columbus we had a blow-out, but fortunately we were still on the paved road. Two hours later we reached Randolph, over two hours to go sixteen miles! Father had business with a man on a farm about one mile out of Ran- dolph. We had not gone far before we found that the road was plowed up previous to being repaired, and that a culvert was out. We managed to plow through to the top of a clay hill, where we met a rig. Here we were informed that the road ahead was absolutely impassable; two automobiles had been pulled out the day before, and one that day. There was nothing to do but turn around and go back, but it was a big tug to get through the mud. When we reached the other side of the mire we found that the engine was not working well. It was so hot that the water in the radiator was boiling. Then we broke two connecting ro ds, and soon afterwards limped into a farm yard. Father reached his man by telephone and a boy came over in a rig to get him. We remained at the farm, where there were some very nice Pag ' e twenty-five