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

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First Row:-John O'Neil. Andrew Hanzal. Martin Keller. Hugo Boeckh. James Konichek. Trueman Nickerson. Edmund Greene. Leslie Rau, 1 horr.as Dyer, Edward Rogers. Henry Clinton, Charles Phillipp. Second Row Cecelia Vanek. Adelia Eittner. Ruth cClcskey. Meitie Schrceder. Emma Walters, Helen Lindner, Louise Delorimier. Mayme Kunzrr.an, Alice Fritchc. Third Row - Clara Bcrge, Bessie Stagman, Laura Brenner. Bernadette Voth, Clara Lipke, Violet Runkcl. Helen Leffard. Anna Sima.

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Mertie Schroeder.. President Hugo Boeckh ------ Vice President Louise DeLorimier------------------------- Secretary and Treasurer Class Flower Class Colors Lily-of-the-Valley Olive Green and White.

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Autflbtngrapljg We are happy to print in this issue, sketches of the lives of our Sophomores. We trust, however, that in spite of the things concealed by the modesty of the writers, our readers may be able to get a fair idea of the greatness of the various members of the class. John Rogers—I was born in the famous city of Prairie du Chien sometime between the Civil War and 1914. When rocked in the cradle I showed natural talent for music, and commenced vocal training nightly about 3:00 a. m. This talent has been steadily developing itself since my childhood. Adelia Bittner and Mamie Kunzman We consider our births of so little importance to the world that we shall not dwell on them. We have been companions ever since we can remember and people are accustomed to refer to us as Damon and Pythias or as the “Inseparables.” Our brilliant school career was almost brought to a close when it was an- nounced that the Sophomore Class was burdensome. Martin Keller—Whether I ever existed or not is a matter of doubt. Some say they saw me sitting in a boat, fishing, and others claim that I sat up in bed. I, for my part, don’t know anything about it. Bessie Stagman —As the sun rose on the morning of the 12th of February many, many years ago, it was forced to muster all its brilliancy, for another bright light had been added to the roll at our District School. From that time I went to school in the country until two years ago, when I started to attend the Prairie High School. Clara Berge—Our family Bible says that I was born some years ago in Reed on Sugar Creek. I spent the greater part of my earlier life wandering along the beautiful banks of this brook and sailing on the quiet waters of its turbulent billows. Having gained a thorough understanding of the windings and curves of the