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

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CLASS ROLL President—Helen McCloskey Vice-President—Clarence Steiner Secretary and Treasurer—Ruth Wachter Class Colors—Purple and Gold Class Flower—Purple and Yellow Pansy CLASS ROLL Sydney Abbot Lea Allen Lloyd Anderson Ethel Boldt Etta Boldt Hannah Bunders Herbert Bunders Eva Cardine Grace Cherrier Inez Crowley Ruth Corn ford Earl DuCharnie Violet Fox Andrew Gillitzer Vivien Glenn Gerakl Greer Lawrence Hamilton Bertram Haupt Edward Heitzman Francis Hubbart Elizabeth Kasparek Ethel Knorr Ralph Kozelka Max Laird Clement Lindner Frances Long Helen McCloskey Leone O’Niel Grace Paris Jerry Pintz Matilda Schneider Raymond Schultz William Schnug Ethel Soucie Clarence Steiner Ina Tesar Irene Vanderdrink Ruth Wachter Henry Wachter Esther Weightier Helen Westerveldt Aloise Wocanal Seymore Zach Violet Ziel 35

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AUNT MARY’S FIRST GAME “Well, say, when I was in town I went to one of them ’ere basket ball games that you heard tell so much about. I didn’t know anything about it, but I declare I never saw sech rough and tumble in my life. “First, one fella had the ball, and purty soon another fella’d go tearin’ at him, like he’d like to eat him up. The fella what had the ball had the nerve to throw it at another fella with all his might. Lucky for him he had his eyes open an’ caught it or it ’ud a knocked him right down. This fella, they called “Wally,” threw the ball through a hoop with a fish net around it an’ then sech hollerin’ an’ yellin’ you never heard tell of. “Purty soon a fella hollered, “Time.” I looked at my watch an’ was a gonna tell him it was half past eight, (Imagine me out at that hour of the night,) when ’Lizabeth sez someone was hurt an’ I got all excitement. “They was a fella they called “Peaky” layin’ on the floor, but I didn’t see that he was very peaked lookin’. Two fellas they called “Otto” an’ “Gremore” was washin’ his face an’ fannin him. I thought maybe it was that he had fainted er sumthin’ but when he got up he had a black eye. I’ll bet his pa an’ ma thought he got in a fight an’ got the worst end of the deal. “Well, they played a little while an’ purty soon they was a revolver shot. I thought sure somebody was killed, but ’Lizabeth sez that half the game was over. I wanted to go home but ’Lizabeth, she wanted to stay dretful bad. Just then they was a yell, an’ all the kids in town, I guess, got in a bunch an’ hollered. You couldn’t make out much only “Prairie High” about every three words. “Well, the fella with the whistle cum back an’ blew till you’d think the roof ’ud cum ofif. Say, I bet he thought he was havin’ a good time, ’cause he blowed that thing about every two minutes, an’ he hopped aroun’ like a chicken with its head chopped off. “This time when they started playin’ again they was more hollerin’ than ever, so I guess “Prairie” was ahead. They usually are. When the revolver went off again I wasn’t so scared, ’cause I was expectin’ it. “I asked ’Lizabeth who that good lookin’ fella was standin’ over in the corner with such a big smile, like he was awfully happy, though his face was about the color of my red calicer dress. ’Lizabeth sez it was Kindley, ‘the coach’, whatever that is, an’ that he was turribly pleased. “Nine rahs for the team,” hollered a fella. Then Rah, rah, rah, ‘Hank.’ Rah, rah, rah, ‘Dick.’ Rah, rah, rah, ‘Ken,’ an’ they rah rahed off a lingo of names. “I tell you them young folks sure is glad when they win a basketball game. I kinda liked it an’ really believe I’ll go an’ see another when I’m in town.” —Eliese W. Boeckh. PRINCE DISCONTENT Many years ago, when the earth was young, and fairies and goblins inhabited every lonely cove or strip of wood, a certain Prince, Sir Discontent, decided that, in order to be perfectly happy, he must go in search of Adventure. Now, in those days, Adventure was not hard to find. In fact, she usually met a person when he least expected to see her. He was not even given the pleasure of looking forward to the meeting. 2(5