Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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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

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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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DECEJIBER INDEX NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTEEN How Could There be a Santa Claus? SANTA CLAUS is a most marvelous man. How could one man buy so many things, and where would he get the money? Toys and things that you see in the store windows, you will sometimes find hanging on the Christmas tree Christmas morning, and if you will notice, your mother will try shoes, slippers, and dresses on you, and then you will get one of them for Christmas. Your mother and father never take you with them when they go to town, before Christmas, and there is only one reason for them not to take you, and that is: they are buying Christmas things for you. If you will also notice that when Santa is in the house talking with you, your father or big brother will be gone, and so that is only some one dressed up as a Santa Claus. Sometimes you will see two Santa Clauses at a time, and there is only supposed to be one. If you will look in the closet, you will see a Sant a suit, Christmas presents of all kinds, and a Christmas tree perhaps standing in a corner. Why is it that the richer chil- dren get more for Christmas than the poorer ones? Surely, if Santa is so kind, he ought to treat them all alike. If you write a letter to Santa Claus Christmas Eve, you will not get everything that you want, but if you give it to your mother or father a month before Christmas, and tell them to give it to Santa Claus, you are apt to have your order filled. Every child does not get the same kind of candy and toys, and I should think Santa Claus would make a batch of candy and have it all of one kind, and the same with the toys. But how could one Santa Claus go to every person in the world all in one night? And horses and reindeer cannot fly without wings, but maybe his can. I think he would have to have a big sack to carry so many things. E. B., June, ' 20. Santa Claus When we were small children, we delighted to hear stories about Santa Claus. He was described to us as an old man with a long white beard, who was dressed in a red suit trimmed with white fur. We were told that every Christmas Eve he came from his home at the North Pole in his sleigh, driven by eight reindeer; that he entered the houses of good children by means of the chimney; and that he filled the children ' s stock- ings according to their demeanor throughout the year. We lost half the joy and anticipation of Christmas time when we dis- covered that there was no Santa Claus. We console ourselves now by thinking of him as the Christmas Spirit personified. K. R., June, ' 20. Page twenty-seven