Phillips High School - Wabasso Yearbook (Phillips, WI)

Page 76 text:

2.15.-r::n Q' ,, , X :I-5..i..I n :,.--- :X A - l 'uni 3:5 V' HTJHQG vwuivxss - -f .-, S51 - - .,.,. , 513- .x :x ll .1 E 'S . A. mil- Ar --QI 70 Kf- 106 ' , g eg, ri. ,,,, 'J .'YL.':-xv '1i..4f!'3:. .. - V, W I .- X, 5' , .1 4,-V -pi .' , ,

Page 75 text:

1' lil? Wir I fl, r N VWlBPi38 2 L' 'Eb , .. ,, .,. 4, g ?:j,-,pg-ga... f-.1 .A 4 , A p y Z , Alicia? 'L' ' Gfhe ifilertinn nf 1373 The spring election of 1878 was held on April second. At that time Fifield sur- passed Phillips in population, and the object of the election was to decide Whether the county-seat should be Phillips or Fifield. A week or so before the election, many heated discussions took place. Leaders of each faction canvassed the surrounding towns for votes. The polls were open at nine o'c1ock in the morning. Trains came during the day bringing voters from the neighboring towns. The majority seemed to favor the Fifield ticket. Mr. Hinz, who led the Fifield party, paid each man's fare and gave him a red ticket, on which Fifield was printed. When the. editor of Ther Phillips Times was notified of this, he rushed to his office, where he printed tickets, similar to those from Fifield, but put on Phillips instead. He then distributed these among the Fifield voters. As many of the lumberjacks could not read, they used these tickets, thinking they were voting for Filield. The leader of the Fifield crowd did not suspect that anything was wrong and watched the ballot-box with great assurance. But when they counted the votes at night-Phillips won. The day ended like many pioneer days-with men indulging in fist fights on the streets. When the train left in the evening for Fifield, confusion reigned. The conductor dared not collect tickets. He shut the doors on the mob, and even then, one man was thrown out the window. The early settlers say that all seats and windows in the train were broken when it reached Fineld. Victoria Sedivy '27 .gl 69 lg.

Page 77 text:

f .tg wh ,i W, -5 9g 1 -. 5 5: 5 , QQ' l 1.1.57 Lyn- ,Eze-.:::S -: fl. f-.9 -'j N9-F ' -5- -.gn if 'dlhe 019121 Glraxpper There was a long silence. Nothing was heard but the howling of the Wind around the corners of the cabin, while from the distant tree tops came a moan, as from one in distress. Now and then, as a stronger gust of the gale swept the shack, it shuddered as though fearful of what would happen should it lo.se its hold on the frozen ground. The ire in the little tin heater roared fiercely as if burning with a desire to get out into the wild night and to take part in such deeds as the mad elements enjoyed on a night like this. This gives one but a vague idea of the kind of night that was raging outside the little cabin. Although the inmates of the cabin were comfortable enough physically, their minds were anything but peaceful. Somewhere out there in that merciless storm was one of their number, the one who would be least able to resist the assault of the wind and frozen snow as they beat his face and weakened body. Old Dan, who had built the cabin several years ago, had gone out to look over his trip-line the morning of the previous day. For over a week he had not felt well, but the call of the wilderness was irresistible for such an old time cruiser as he. By his practised eye, he knew, as he passed out of the cabin, that a storm would be raging by nightfall. But he assured his companions that he would be back at noon, for he intended to go only so far as the Red Banks. His absence this stormy night was the cause of all the anxiety felt by his comrades. At last the silence was broken as Spike slowly rose from his place on the edge of his cot, unfolded his six feet three inches of height, and going to the door, opened it carefully lest the wind should tear it off its hinges. He peered intensely into the gray blackness of the night. Is he coming? asked Pep who was by far the most talkative and inquisitive of the whole camp. Long and earnestly the tall youth peered into the darkness, trying to pie1'ce the snow streaked air. At last he closed the door and silently took his place on the cot. It was unnecessary to ask the question again. Each understood his silence perfectly. Poor Dan! Where could he be? Such was the thought of each as he sat look- ing down at the floor. Under these conditions, it took but a, little stretch of the imagin- ation to change the shrieking and moaning of the wind into a human voice, calling for help. Let's look for him. Who'll go with me? It was Salley who spoke. That slender youth, with a face as gentle as that of a girl, had nerves and muscles of steel. I responded Pep, with a sinking sensation within, at the thought of facing that mad blizzard, whose only ambition seemed to be the sweeping of everything to destruc- tion. Boys, it's no use. It can't be done. You can't see ten feet ahead of you. Besides you don't know where to look for him. He's gone. You can't walk across a forty and find your way back in this storm. Wherever he is, he's at rest. The words fell upon the ears of the listeners, as those of a judge pronouncing a death sentence. Each realiz- ed the soundness of the old man's reasoning. By this time the red flame in the smoky lantern had grown dim, and as no one replenished the supply of oil, the dame fiickered, leaped upward several times, as one -dl 71 pc..