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

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Trniriv Jltni tnff First row, left to right—Virginia Lengst, Leona Pyre, Mildred Shaw, Elmer Fuka, Gordon Kieser, Marjorie Lewis, Mildred Schultz, June Hayaen, Donovan Glenn. Second row, left to right—Donald Howard, Stanley Maroasek, Fred Bittner, Charles Sime, Jesse Mecum.

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£ditorinl taff Editor-in-Chief Gordon Kieser Assistant Editor Elmer Fuka Business Manager----------------------------Marjorie Lewis Advertising Manager Fred Bittner Literary Editor Mildred Shaw Art Editor Donald Howard Photograph Editor Mildred Schultz Subscription Manager Donavan Glenn Senior Editor Virginia Lengst Athletic Editor Jesse Mecum Social and Activities Editor ------------------Leona Pyre Joke Editor Charles Si mo Alumni Editor Stanley Marousek Poetry Editor -------------------------------- June Hayden Assistants Business— Harold Shaw Advertising— Ray Weighner Theodore Kimball Literary— Hazel Wetzel Dorothea Howarth Vernie Copper Elsie Sainty Sophia Karnik Art— Minnie Crawford Beatrice Eggers Clement Lechnir Thorton Pake Photograph— Anita Tesar Gertrude Silberschmidt Senior— Russell Allen Carl Schroeder Sylvia Konichek Subscription— Leslie Clark Athletic— Ben Budworth Violet Dohse Theresa Valant Social and Activities— Clemence Greemore Bernice Kaber Blanche Paris Agnes Conopa Joke— Woodridge Dyer Clarence Jambura Albert O’Neil Norma Lengst Alumni— Lucy Spiker Martha Kopan Dorothy Zeil Gladys Allen Poetry— Leighton Tichenor Vivian Hintze Esther Collins

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“L,rt’s Jurist” ’Tis every city likes to boast of things that make it great; Of commerce, art, or anything its name to elevate; Or tell of all the famous men who once that soil did trod. Inspired to do great things for man and greater things for God. Our city’s rich in history and lore of days gone by, She’s witnessed peaceful Indian feasts, she’s heard the loud war cry; She’s seen the dreaded chief Black Hawk, she’s seen his warriors bold; She’s seen the red man’s cruel attacks upon the whites’ stronghold. She’s heard the voice of brave LaSalle, she’s met the French Joliet, She knew Marquette, the priest Marquette, who chose to come this way And preach the gospel to the Indians till their faith and trust he’d won, And ’twas here he viewed the Mississippi a-sparkling in the sun. The French fur-traders knew this route, the English knew it, too, They founded posts for trading here when that industry was new. The daring white man settled here, the Indian moved away To join his brothers farther west and avoid white tyranny. Her name is carved in history’s stones, her record is of gold, So keep her foremost in the ranks and high her standards hold. We’ll take our place among the rest and boost our city too, Among the oldest in the land of our Red, White and Blue. —Leighton Tichenor, ’22.