Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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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

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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 people, until four o ' clock. In the barn yard we saw the original lame duck! When father came back, we just had time to make the train and put the car in a garage at Randolph. We then settled down in peace and com- fort, thinking that at last all our worries and discomforts were over. But, alas! When the conductor came along for our tickets, he informed us that that train did not go through to Oshkosh on Sunday. He told us that we might possibly be able to change at Iron Ridge, go to Fond du Lac, and there catch the eight o ' clock interurban home. Delightful prospect! We might reach home at ten o ' clock that night, but more probably we would have to spend the night in some miserable little hotel in Iron Ridge! We just caught our train at Iron Ridge. By this time we could see the fun in our calamity, and shocked all the rest of the people in the car by our laughter. But the train was twenty minutes late! Troubles again! It was eight o ' clock before we even pulled into the station, where we had little hope of catching the interurban. But we ran three or four blocks anyway to the car-line, and wonder-of-wonders, the car had not left! With deep sighs of relief, we sank into our seats. At last we were on the home stretch! It was nine o ' clock when we reached Oshkosh. During our ten minutes ' wait for a street car, we satis- fied our hunger with hot-buttered popcorn, purchased at the corner. How good home looked! But best of all was the thought of bed, our own soft beds, where we might rest our weary heads until morning. A. G. W. Santa Claus Santa Claus lives in the cold, cold north, Where the bleak winds whistle through hemlock boughs. And the snow all year doth flourish forth. Forcing him out with his winter ploughs. Mrs. Santa helps, they say. To make fine things for girls and boys. She takes no rest till Christmas Day, When Santa delivers his pack of toys. Santa comes at the end of each year. With sleigh bells ringing sweet and clear. Swiftly he drives his eight reindeer. Bringing to all his Christmas cheer. Eunice M. Rogers, June, ' 20. Page twenty-six