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

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High School days. Roland, perfectly elated over the sale of a dia- mond, was as genial as could be. Seated on Irene’s rose-vined veranda one afternoon we looked through the old Annual we had published in our Senior year. How we did laugh and joke over all the quaint ideas and odd things we wrote on its pages. “ What has become of Helen Boehmer ? I haven’t seen her for five years”, I said to Irene. “ Why,” she ans- wered, “ haven’t you heard ? She took a two years course in Sten- ography and now holds a splendid civil service position in Madison.” On my way back to N. Y. I stopped a few days in Chicago. I was determined to look into the new Charity Organization of which I had read so much. The institution was on the outskirts of the city. After being admitted we passed the head superintendent’s office. With one glance I recognized Lorena Wilkerson. Still slight and unobtrusive, it was she who had thought out this ideal system and it was through her efforts and self sacrifices that the plan had materialized. There, I have predicted a future for each member of the class of 1917, and as I look up from my work with renewed vigor and interest, I am aroused by the consciousness that each and every one of our class must make good. When we graduate and commencement day is over, our paths divide and each goes forth to meet the destiny, the work which awaits him. The paths will not all be pleasant, for, as Longfellow says: “ Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.” but, with a little perseverance, a little will power, a little sacrifice, futures far more glorious than this prophecy predicts, can be realized. A. E. and I. K.

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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

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VALA vn Last Will and Testament — Class of 1917 We, the Senior Class of 1917, of the Sauk City High School, being of healthy mind, body, and soul and being aware of the un- certainty of life and the certainty of death, hereby do publish and declare this our last solemn will and testament. To Prof. C. 0. Newlun we bequeath our good discipline which we have acquired thru the two years of his supervision. To Miss Nellie Pitts we will our perfect English, and all our Literary reports which have won the admiration of our fellow pupils. To Miss Theresa Costello we bequeath all our short-hand note- books, that she may in years to come see how unceasingly we strove to accomplish those fantastic letters. To Miss Kahler we will our “ kept up-to-date ” note-books, and also our perfect German letters and translations. To Miss Cooper we will all our latest inventions of reducing the high cost of food. To Mr. Harry Maitland we do bequeath our bountiful know- ledge of Physics, also our Physics note-books in order that he may remember the great pleasure we took in writing up those mysteri- ous and unexplanatory experiments. To the Junior Class we will our excellent class spirit which prevailed not only in our class meetings but also in the Assembly room. To the Sophomores we bequeath our dignity. May they take it to heart and become as serious and studious as we have become. To the Freshmen do we Seniors of 1917 bequeath the ability of knowing what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. To the Grammar department we bequeath the use of the old labratory, our dear old playroom. To the Primary department we will the privilege of enjoying the spring sunshine on the sides of the step of the old building. To the Intermediate department we will the use of the old back hall as a lion’s den. Signed this 9th day of March. Witnesses: Senior Class of 1917 A. E. Marquardt R. Buerki