Reedsburg High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Reedsburg, WI)

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THE RED BRICK. Va'S' a'S' Or Juiriar Btstoru. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, it might have been'.’’ With thoughts on these two lines the recorder of this class composes herself to the arduous task of writing up the history of a class that “might have been” renowned and glorious. The difficulty lies in the fact that her class, as a class has accomplished almost nothing since it entered upon its course in High School. But many of our individual classmates have brought honor to themselves and consequently to us in the different fields of learning, music and athletics. 'Tis true that we are called dead but at any rate we haven't the conceit of the Senior Class. Only recently one of them was heard to say, “Why the Juniors have nothing to record; they never have won any prizes.” We would suggest that an Ananias Club be organized for the benefit of this person. Why, when we were “Freshies ’twas one of our own class that won the prize in the Freshman Declamatory Contest! And in the next year when we were dignified “Sophs this same member captured the first prize in declamatory work and was even sent to Whitewater where, we regret to say, speakers of greater experience won the victory. This year two of our classmates represented Athenaeum in a debate with Senate and it was largely through their efforts that three Senior Boys were badly beaten. Of course, some one of our class will win a prize in the declamatory contest of this year; just you wait and see. Some time in the future you may hear of a most wonderful piece of music composed by one of the music professors, who graduated with our class; for we have musical talent which some day will likely be recognized by all. Our teachers are constantly telling us of the honor of receiving high averages in our work, so can you blame us if we believe them and take pride in the fact that at the end of the first and hardest quarter our president stood highest in all the school? We hope that these few facts will give promise of what we are to be next year for we are resolved to show what a wonderful class Seniors can be. As is always the case our numbers have grown less during these three years. In our freshman year, Death robbed us of our little classmate, Hester Kelly. From time to time circumstances have forced some of our members to leave school to take up life's work and we hope with success. Now, please refrain from asking us for the record of our class as a whole, for we have nothing to record. (Blame it all, we forgot those candy sales and those fines we had to pay, but perhaps the less said, the better.) To tell the truth the class of '12 is utterly devoid of anything which has the complexion of class spirit; but we did flaunt a little indignation when our enemies, all lovers of grand Junior Proms, called us “do-nothings. The result was that all our co-eds began to plan their Junior dresses, we had two candy sales and several meetings and now those appreciative Seniors are wondering what kind of a reception we can give them with $3.40. But that will be another story. Suffice it to say at this time that of its kind there never was such a class, and here I will leave our record, lest I be numbered among the members of the Ananias Club before mentioned.

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JUNIOR CLASS.

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 THE RED BRICK