Prairie Du Chien High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Prairie Du Chien, WI)

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 JUNIORS OFFICERS

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% Clara Stantorf Glee Club Theme: Preservation of Birds. This vain little, plain litile girl, each day, Will put on her coat and her hat. And then aa she looks in the mirror, will say •‘Oh! I can’t be as handsome as that!” Ruth Collins German Club Theme: Scenic America There is a young lass called Ruth C— A | iet, young lady is she, A II ih teacher nhe’ll b«% we agree For HUi-hare the traits we plainly do ee. ; ! ) Bertha Brown Glee Club Theme1 Prisons. There a person ever welcome In our famous liijcli School halls, This it Berthn Brown so tiny. Who thinks heraelf very fall. ; ! Mark Collins Captain of Theme: Evolution of Basket Ball Team Transporation There’s a tall, slender Senior named Mark, Who. in Physics is sort of a shark; If in German ho sloops His comforts aro complete, This stalwart yonng Senior called Mark,

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JUNIOR POEM Fourteen Juniors went a-fishing For to catch a whale, Every Junior was a-wishing He’d hook one without fail. On they went each one a-dragging Lines or poles, a boat or hooks, Some behind the others lagging Carrying things that looked like books. First of all, leading so slowly Came a stout but loyal studeni. Holding fast a deep pail only Since fishing seemed to her not prudent. She fished just for joke and story For material for her year-book And in every page she’ll glory Wheh at last we see her dear book. Tall and slender, a faithful scholar, Strolled along the next in line Fish she caught worth many a dollar With her pole and hook so fine. books She caught lessons learned in school-German verbs and English lore Forgetting oft that happiest outlooks Come of love and smiles galore. Now there came, with hair close-shaven, An earnest, stalwart, square-built lad. Naught in him of coward or craven Naught in him to make one sad. He dragged trolling line, and angled With a fisherman's true luck Sometimes, though, his line he tangled Hut made it straight again, by pluck. Next a slender, quiet maiden With eyes of blue and hair of gold Came a-tripping, heavy laden bold. With the grace of days when knights were She it was who bore a banner Whereon were letters bright and fair. Read she then with modest manner, “Excelsior—this word I bear.’’ Close beside her walked another Contrast strong was there to see, For so dark, so keen, so vibrant. Gay and free from care was she. She bore with her her own tackle Of gracious smiles and pleasant ways These the hooks and lines she carried Winning friends thus all her days. Not far off, a youth bore lightly Besides his poles, a boat as well, For he fished in style, and rightly Not alone—with whom? Can't tell! He had strength and force and power Fair was he and large of limb No labor seemed to make him cower No work or play could e’er daunt him. Treading near, with look so solemn, Walker! a maid with eye so brown With glance direct and mien so modest With hair worn simply like a crown. She, too. fished with all the others Persevered until the end Winning laurels by her patience, Gaining many a trusty friend. Slowly followed another maiden Wearing always a large black bow, Swreet her smile was. and so pleasant While her voice was soft and low. She, too fished for other catches Than are caught in lakes and brooks She learned things of a higher order Lessons studied from her books.