Sauk City High School - Sauk Log Yearbook (Sauk City, WI)

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our ranks has almost darkened the lustre of the athletics of all other classes combined. Year after year the worth and merit of our glorious class has been more keenly appreciated. Time and experience has enriched the golden profits of our labor, and though disappointments, troubles, and reverses have entered into the brilliant career of this class, still the victories, worthy achievements and successes, in so great a measure overbalance these that when we look back through the past the blue field of our career meets our gaze, brilliant with many radiant stars, the glories of our achievments. With a touch of sadness, mingled with just pride, we, the class of 1917 depart from the school in whose history we have played our little part. —E. M.

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Senior Class History When the rainbow tinted leaves of golden September fluttered in the breeze of the momentous year of 1913, the famed and am- bitious class of 1917, as Freshmen entered the ranks of the grand S. C. H. S. We were given seats over near the black board, which we occupied with mingled pride and timidity. Then we drew' our books. They were not all new' and from their appearances we began to form opinions of the upper classmen. We were caled “ infants ”, and “ greenies ”, told that our class colors would not be difficult to choose. We were looked down upon I rom heights to w'hich we longed to climb, and were made sport of, by the upper classmen, all of which undaunted, we graciously bore. Soon, however, our timidity began to fade away and the school began to realize that the little f reshies knew' how to do things after all. first of all reports began to astonish those who scorn- fully looked down from above. They were doomed to worse than astonishment, for the excellent merits of the class of 1917 through- out its great career have won the praise and admiration of all. Very early in our career we attracted attention to our social ability for all the upper classmen pronounced us more than royal entertainers, after having spent St. Patricks’ evening w'ith us. Two parties, the praises of which never ceased, differentiated us lrom the other classes in our Sophomore year. We reached the climax of our social efficiency in our Junior year by establishing an annual banquet and Prom. The declamatory contest of our Freshmen year was the first of many noted entertainments w'hich won fame for us. During our Sophomore year we ventured to come before the public in our first dramatic program and since then our efforts along that line have become of the highest quality. We have taken prominent parts in class plays, German and English, and in school plays. Our history in athletics is short but good. One individual of

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Prophecy of the Class of '17 It was in the summer of 1925 while enjoying a three months’ vacation at my home in Sauk City, that I found time to indulge in memories of my school days which were awakened by the sight of a beautiful picture, a scene in Nature hanging in my room, a work of Miss Habermann, that conscientious little blond of our class, who now enjoyed the distinction of being the best nature painter and cartoonist in the state. We were driving along the shady roads west of Sauk City, intent on reaching the city before the storm which the dark clouds predicted. But the storm broke upon us suddenly and we feared we would have to weather it, when we espied a refuge, a tiny white school-house, nestled in the grove. We quickly made our way to it and were cordially admitted by a tiny school-ma’am wearing glasses. One good glance told me it was none other than Christy Menzel of our High School days. What a delightful talk we had. From it I gleaned that she had been teaching successfully for five years, and from her I learned that Leone had married and was living comfortably on a farm near Black Hawk. During my visit at Sauk City, we hired Brilliott’s new “ Get there ” car and went fishing out by the “ Old Mill Stream ”. How amazed I was to see a monstrous new mill built there, with the laborers hastening to and fro. I was very fortunate indeed to have a fifteen minute talk with the busy and able manager, Herbert Koenig. He was the same Herbert, energetic, practical, and with achievement written on his face. While attending a convention in Madison I had occasion to visit a cousin at the hospital. The attending nurse, seated in the darkened room informed me that the patient was sleeping, but that if I liked I could have a peep at her. The soft touch of the nurse’s hand on my arm, the low voice and gentle ways seemed strangly familiar to me and when the light flared up I was not at all sur- prized to look into the eyes of my old class-mate, Edna Marquardt.