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

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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.

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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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KALEVALA ... JL3rZ4JJ Who could better have chosen this work than the gentle Edna. We chatted of old times and she told me that she corresponded regu- larly with her former chum, Lillian Kleiner, now Mrs. So and So. Edna affirmed that Lillian was a plump rosy little “ Hausfrau ”, as happy as could be, living in Janesville. Through-out the seven years, since we had graduated I had corresponded with Irene Knipschield, my old chum, and had man- aged to visit her occasionally at her beautiful home in Beloit. Con- trary to all her avowals that she would never marry, her heart had been won by a promising young doctor and theirs was a happy home. I arranged to spend a week or two with her before I return- ed to the east where my work as Inspector of Schools kept me. One afternoon Irene had an appointment at the dentist and I uent with her. From the waiting room we saw the dentist in the office, bending over the table. Before I had time to look about Irene called gaily, “ Richard, come here and see whom I have with me.” The curly crop bobbed up and Richard Walser came to meet us with his old time haste. Irene had done this on purpose to sur- prise me, but it wasn’t such a great surprize after all when one considered how often he had avowed dentistry as his profession. That night we drifted into conversation about olden times in school and we reviewed our class. I asked what had become of Lilah Meyer. I had somehow never heard definitely what work she had taken up. Irene told me that Lilah had taken a course in music and held a position in the Milwaukee Conservatory of Music. Then too Ruth came to our minds. Ruth, the happy-go-lucky. She had gone to California shortly after graduation and had found the climate so congenial that she had made her home there in a neat cottage, situated in her husband’s fruit orchards. Lillian Hahn still seemed to be her dear mischievous self, as shown from the ga letter she wrote to Irene while I was there, accompanied by a dainty box of sweets, a sample from her large candy factory in Madison. Irene had also unearthed Roland, in fact he had played a minoi pait in the romance of her life. She had once stepped into a jewelry shop with Dr. Roberts, in Milwaukee, shortly before their marriage and was delightfully surprized and pleased to patronize the jeweler who was none other than the refractory Roily of our