Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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sf.,-1.1 fr- ., .,,.v . . , . .. 4-55-55 i I V ' ,T . ..,.K, ,M -if W- .. , . . s f A' ' . Eta Bita Pie House, Dear Jillllllyi Dec. 30, 1911. Say, you poor piece of molded clay, have you a friendly smoke which you would like to trade for a perfectly good college with a twenty-three room frat- house with twenty-two great, big, empty rooms in it? Because if you have, I'll trade you this school. Ilve been sitting up alone with it since last Friday night, and I don 't want it any longer. I'm tired of it. It 's about as cheerful a companion as an Egyptian mummy in a state of bad repair. Little did I realize, sweet infant, when I refused to go home with you for Christ- mas, because I wanted to study and be quiet, that I was going to be so blamed quiet. I didn 't expect the universe to go into mourning for my sake. Here's the school, big as life, gymnasium just as splendid, but the whole thing might just as well be a canning factory. Of course, I don 't want you conceited fiunkers to be laboring under the impression that you are the whole works. but I will admit that when you packed up and said good-bye to the dear old college for Christmas holidays, you took the college with you. Say, you brainless beauty, I'm as lone- some as a mosquito on a Seligman's Es- says on Taxation in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Robinson Crusoe isn't in it with me. It's enough to make a preacher swear. Quiet? Why, man, mere words Would- n't do justice to the maddening, coma- tose conditions of this revered school of learning. I began to hunt yesterday morning for a college student. Hunted until evening, when I ran across that dried-up, that imitation of a man, Jack- son, who wanted to abolish football. I had always sympathized with him for having to associate with himself, but last night I greeted him like a long-lost broth- er and dragged him off to dinner. A Sophomore from Montana named Tubbs is here, too. Say, if Dr. Cook and he got together and started to swapping stories it would be about the toughest duel on record. Conceit? Well, rather. Never mind, it's better than being alone with the unfeeling atmosphere. Also there 's a lone girl over in Down- ing Hall. Called on her Saturday night. Introduced myself and had a mighty cozy time. Maybe you've noticed her-little Freshman who wears a blue serge suit and her own hair. And say-she can have me. Golly, fuzzers aren't in it with her. Quiet, jolly, easy to talk to, under- standing sort-oh, you know. But. hang it all, some one came and took her home with them for over Sunday. Say, wasn't I the World Champion Fool Hustler when I made my Prom date last fall! And Christmas Day! Well, the less said the better! Blue! Lonesome! Cold! It was the most nerve-racking experience I ever went through. Dinner-Merchants' Hotel-no comment necessary-with two traveling men and a vaudeville actor! About as cheerful and jolly an affair as you 'd find in any of the vaults of the Na- tional Treasury building! I escaped final- ly and walked out in the cold, cold world, puffing furiously at my pipe. Every un- sympathetic, blissful house was stuffed with Christmas trees and holly and tur- key and relatives and fun. I never felt so magnificently isolated in all my life. I sleep in a different bed every night, amuse myself by mixing the contents of the dresser-drawers and swapping every- oneys neckties and things. I can wear a diderent one every fifteen minutes, keep the ten alarm clocks wound up so that they go off at regular intervals. Oh, I suppose I'll manage to stick it out some way until you people get back. Yours, in great desolation, Fat. -Ruth Nelson, '13. Dr. Watson Mitchell was asked what subject he expected to enroll in at the beginning of the second semester. Epidemics CEconomicsJ, he an- swered. From Wreck's present condition we imagine that he has already had more than his share of epidemics.

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ef-mee- rings, and upon still another, a tree, five feet in diameter. From these evi- dences, archaeologists conclude that the mounds in Racine were built at least one thousand years ago. The mounds are now almost entirely ob- literated by cultivation or city improve- ments, with the exception of the twelve conical ones in the Mound Cemetery group. The former sites of the Bluff, Hoy and the sections of the Mound Cemetery group lying west and south of the pres- ent burial ground are now occupied by streets and city residences. The Teegar- den group, situated at the eastern end of Mound Cemetery, which contained one of the most interesting effigy earthworks in southern Wisconsin, has been destroyed by the taking away of soil, and has now become the dumping ground for refuse from the cemetery. Outside of this city, in Racine county, there are many other mounds of just as great importance. In the township of Raymond there is the West group, in Burlington the Fox River group, in Nor- way the Bensene and Larson groups. The Larson group is of much interest, as its construction differs from the mounds in Racine. In October, 1912, after this earth- work had been under cultivation for twenty years, Mr. Larson opened it. There were twenty-one skeletons, the bones of which crumbled when touched. The bottom was fourteen inches below the surrounding surface, on a blue subsoil. The mound itself was fourteen feet long and twelve feet wide. The skeletons were laid in double rows with their heads toward the east. These skeletons were then covered With about eight inches of rather hard clay or cement, above which was placed eight inches of almost pure ashes and charcoal, then the mound was completed with a composition of charcoal ashes and black loam. This is the only mound in Racine county of this kind. Mr. Larson has replaced the contents of it as accurately as possible. Some of the mounds contained rude pottery, copper implements and orna- ments, which have been collected and may now be viewed at the State Historical So- ciety at Madison, Milwaukee Public Mu- seum and U. S. National Museum at Wash- ington, D. C. Thcse, together with the mounds that have escaped injury, are now carefully kept as monuments or relics of the H Mound-builders. ' ' -Ida Frederickson, '12. Contributed by History Department. NATURE Nature had waked up cross! While everyone was still asleep, she tossed, and fumed, and stormed around house corners, and then, because no one paid her any at- tention, she did something worse-she cried. All day long she cried and cried and let the big tears, better known as rain, drop to the sulky earth. And then, just because she was cross and ill-tem- pered, she vainly tried to make others cross, also, and she blew their most cher- ished new straw hats into murky mud puddles. Occasionally one could see, as the sun struggled out from behind the clouds for a second or two, that Nature was for a moment impishly smiling over what she had done, but the cold tears always came back again. Angry with all of life in gen- eral, she blustered madly about, blowing the waters of the lake into waves a moun- tain high and the temper of the people higher still. All day long, she was cross and sulky. Toward night, worn out with the exer- tions of the day, she sent the sun to bed early, then, like a naughty child, she cried herself to sleep. -Frank Weeks, '13. Ray: I hear you are going to de- bate, Barr. Barr: Yes, I made it, all right. Ray: Huh! Another premium on poor laborf'

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1 2Q L ' ' SOME FRIENDS WE KNOW, AND KNOW NOT There are nine giant musicians which not only every person in our school, but also the alumni, have seen, and yet some have not been aware of the presence of these dear old friends. Yes, musicians! for they furnish incessant music every day, and all day, and in all seasons. In the fall, when we return to our little school-world, they send down myriads of messages, all murmuring sweet, soft tunes to greet us and renew our acquaintance, in winter they whistle their prolonged notes, and sway to and fro with the rhythm of their music, while in the spring they don their gowns of green, and introduce hosts of feathery, thrilling song- sters. Now, lest you should grow impatient of my riddle, these friendly giants that gracefully stoop down in their high maj- esty to bestow their loving tokens upon us are the nine grand old American elms that adorn our campus and look in at our windows. -Mary Albino, 'l2. EELIUM Come, Muses all, and gather 'round me here, I take my pen with trembling and with fear, I need thee all, for list to what I sing, 'Tis of a battle, a most terrific thing. 'Tis of a Senior bitterly oppressed, Come, Muses all, at my behest. It happened in a cold and wintry day, I saw him as he gaily went his way, His head was high, he thought his goal was near, He longed to leave his path so bleak and drear. But suddenly a Newcomer he saw He looked surprised, and then he shook with awe To see the Newcomer now Shak-es-pears. The Senior all alarmed then took his stand, His trusty Steele he held within his hand. Now fast and Swift the blows resound aloud, The sky o'erhead puts on a Gray-ish shroud. The night comes on, about the darkness thickens, Still on they fought, they fought just like the Dickens. While dully now the sky with watchtires Burns, Miss Charmock waits to record the re- turns. The Senior first began to faint and Hunk, But now the Newcomer gets it kerplunk! So thus they fight, 'til when Aurora 's ray Proclaims the advent of another day, With day the Senior's strength becomes tenfold, His trusty Steele he grasps with stronger hold. More swiftly does the noise of blows re- sound, The Newcomer is killed, he bites the ground. The Senior puts his foot upon his breast, His hand upon his heart is pressed. The light is o'er, as victor he has won, The day breaks forth and brightly shines the sun. His noble brow alights with manly pride, He ls won the prize, the prize for which he tried, The prize for which we all now dig and delve, The right to graduate with Nineteen- Twelve! -Helen Van Arsdale, '12. A TRAGEDY They approached from opposite direc- tions, one blushing red, the other deathly pale. The room was filled with onlookers, and there was a hush when the two came together and kissed. Just then a man with a club came up. The pale one was hit a hard blow and sent reeling away to one side. The blushing one neither screamed nor fainted, because such is the life of billiard balls. -Eugene Prostrednik, 1914.