St Francis Minor Seminary - Via Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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W A N a:an-zo-zo-zc-g-s-Ea-smszocjxg 1 ERC E ?:bme-cacae-cz-cz-aes-cz-e-ca-c I gamut Ollmm Embarraamh HRISTMAS was coming for the tenth time in my young life. Several days before, while playing near the house, I had seen a delivery man carry three large packages in the back door. This at once aroused my curiosity. I entered the house in order to see what these paekages contained, and began untying the one that looked most promising. I succeeded in open- ing only one knot, when my mother stopped me. I was ordered to take the bundles into the attic and come down immediately. I did as I was told; however, my curiosity was not satisfied. It was the eve of Christmas. For the past two days I had been trying to fathom the mystery of those packages upstairs, but to no avail. As soon as I attempted to enter the attic, I was told to perform some task not at all to my liking. On this particular evening we were gathered in the parloreall except my fathereawaiting the com- ing of Santa Claus. On asking where my father was, I was told he had gone to church to make his Christmas confession. I doubted this very much, for the last time I saw him that evening was when he entered the attic. I went to the kitchen, using the excuse that I wanted a drink of water, and locked the upstairs door. Then I returned to the parlor to wait for Santa Claus. About fifteen minutes later there was a ter- rifie knocking and pounding on the attic door, accompanied by a gruff voice, Which I knew at once to be that of my father, demanding a release from his temporary captivity. My mother opened the door, and Santa Claus, in the person of my father, walked majestically through the kitchen into the parlor. eALPHONSE KOHLER. Hahn mas 7E2? N A little city, on the evening before Thanks- giving Day, an old man went into a meat mar- ket to purchase a turkey. He was dressed plainly, his coat was worn, and his hat was old. NI wish to get a turkey for tomorrowts dinner, said he. The butcher showed him a fat turkey, just ready for roasting. , ' Ah, that is just what I want, said the old man; tlmy wife will be delighted with it. He asked the price and paid for it. The butcher wrapped a paper around the turkey and put it in a basket. Just then a young man entered the store. He was dressed in fine clothes and had an air of superiority about him. HItll take a turkey, said the young man. UShall I wrap it up? asked the butcher. HYes, wrap it up and send it to my home. UIt is not our custom to deliver packages after six otcloek, replied the butcher. HThen how will I get the turkey homer asked the young man. Why, carry it; it ,s not heavy. Carry it? What do you think I am to carry a turkey on such a cold night as this? Just then the old man, who was standing near the door, looked up. Excuse me, sir, said he, Hbut may I ask where you live? HI live at Number 111 Edgewood Avenue, and my name is Everette, answered the young man. s-ra-Eoioaa-Eaa-Eogf .x Page Forty-five

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K $ N y33-3-3-3-3-3-3.3H33g61 ERCE :X Qe-a-e-e-cz-cz-aoz-cz-G-e-c minh, anlh mEmka s THERE. anything that can compare with the Q51 pleasures of hunting? No matter which phase of the sport you especially love, each has that indefinable and irresistible lure which leads men out of their cozy homes. It calls them either to the great duck marshes, when the huge rafts of ducks are trading from point to point in the teeth of a northwester, t0 the open fields on a hazy October day with gun and dog, or to the forest with its many-colored hardwoods and somber aisles of evergreens. If it is the duck marshes to which the lure is especially strong, it will be during that dense darkness which comes just before dawn, that you will crawl from between your warm blankets into a room crackling with frost. By the time you have wood cut for the fire, for the wood pile is usually small in the morning, your partner will have a steaming breakfast of bacon, eggs, bread, and hot coffee prepared. This being quickly dis- posed of, you don warm sweaters, hip boots and heavy, waterproof canvas coats. When the capa- cious yockets are filled with shells of various loads,- you pass out into the blustery night. The bottom of the hunting skiff is covered with wooden decoys, leaving just enough room for yourself and your partner. Within a half hourls hard rowing, you skid under the lee of a marshy point. When the wooden decoys have been anchored outethe mallards in one group, the canvas-bncks, bluebills and redheads in another- you pull your boat into the rushes and camou- flage it to harmonize with its surroundings. The sky is mottled with dark clouds skidding before the wind, and the horizon is swiftly brightening. The ducks are already trading, for you are startled by the sudden whistle of wings as ten teal-tiny cannon ballsepass over your head, flying with the wind. It is too late to shoot now, so you settle down again, and keep a sharp look- out. Your partner soon whispers, ttLook! right. You see a flock of canvasvbaeks quarter'ing against the wind, their wings and breasts flashing silver in the early morning light. A moment more and you both spring to your feet, the re- ports of the guns sounding simultaneously. Three lifeless bodies fall like plummets and float abreast 11p upon the heaving water. They, the vanguard of the southward flight, will lie there until there is a pause in the chain of birds. Then they will be gathered up as quickly as possible. In front, another flock is seen approaching. Again the guns roar, and two more join those Which lie upon the water. The flight goes on for several hours, and at the close ten birds complete your bag. You gather up the dead birds and decoys and then push the skiff out from its screen of rushes. You pick up the oars and have soon reached the cottage. After you have indulged in another hearty meal, stored the duffel, and locked the cottage, you start for the railroad. You will soon partake of another joy of hunt- ing, for when you beard the train and walk down the aisle, looking for a seat, you know that you are followed by many pairs of eyes, green with envy. You seem to have grown an inch taller, and your chest swells so that it threatens to burst your vest. -AMBR0SE MACKOWSKI. To the 6.3g- -ca---cz-e-cseg-G-a . ag-g-zo-s-zn'n-Ea-Ea-EbQZ 1927 ZWG-Ec-I-j;gg:a Page Forty-four

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K N saaga-so-zo-s-s-Eo-zo-QQXGI EEC F: ?Kwe-cz-cz-e-cz-ca-ae-cz-G-ca-c HWell, thatls lucky, said the old man, tth going that way myself and will carry your tur- key if you will allow me. UAllow you? Certainly I will. come alongfl When the two reached the Everette home the old man handed back the turkey and turned to go. itHere, what shall I pay you? asked the gentleman. Here it is; HOh, nothing; it was no trouble at all, said the old man as he started homeward. Mr. Everette looked and wondered. Then, turning around, he hurried back to the meat mar- ket. ttSay, who was that old man who carried my turkey? he asked the meat man. HThe man who carried your turkey? that was Federal Judge Edward Roberts. --ROMAN KOTLOWSKI. Why, Olhain n, Eakw nf maupam AUPACA is a little central Wisconsin town of Wabout two thousand inhabitants. If you board the trolley car there, which is of the'ttTooner- ville type, you can ride to the first of a chain of nineteen lakes. This lake is about four miles from Waupaca. There you could board a small launch, but that would only take you to a few of the lakes, so we will take you in our small motor boat. You see, these nineteen lakes are all connected by channels, some of which are fairly deep and wide, others shallow and narrow. But, here is our boat, so hop into it. Look down into that water; isntt it clear? And it Is just right for swimming in the summer, too. Just look around the lake; isnlt the scen- ery beautiful? Observe those stately pines; they surround nearly every lake here. These lakes are a fine place for a vacation. We are going into Rainbow Lake now. This is one of the largest. There is quite a clearing on the hill to the left; those buildings behind my illirat NE evening, as I was passing the Hotel, I met a friend who worked in the hotel. ttZuki, he said, Hwe will be very busy to- night, so you may come in and help us. Seeing my opportunity to earn a little spending money, I went With him into the hotel. The clock struck seven. My friend led me down to the cellar. As I entered it I almost fell over from the terrible smell, and from thinking that I was to work there. As I was walking through the cellar, something squashed under my foot. .My friend, hearing the noise, said, Oh, tone might almost call them a villagel are a part of the Wisconsin Veteranst Home. See what a pretty color the water is; at sunset it appears to have various hues, hence its name. Thus we go from one lake to another; every- where you see many phenomena of nature, besides much natural beauty. When passing through the channels you see the pine needles a foot deep on the ground. We cannot visit all the lakes, as we cannot navigate all the narrows with our boat. We need a skiff if we wish to see them all. As we have none with us, we return to the first lake by a different route. You marvel at the beauty and primitiveness of these lakes and wonder that they are so sparsely settled. It is strange that, except at two or three of the lakes, you will scarcely find a cot- tage. This is probably due to the many islands and lack of roads. However, I think that these clear lakes and the beautiful scenery will soon lure men on to overcome all difficulties. eFRANK H. KEHLNHOFER. $mmtahnp that is only a cockroach. There are thousands of them down here. Soon we came to the place where I was to work. In the corner was a large sink. Piled up against the wall were seven eases full of soiled dishes, which I had to wash and wipe. I thought that this was all I had to do, but every five min- utes someone would bring down another case. This kept me busy until five oiclock in the morning. During my work I fell asleep twice, only to be awakened by a cockroach whose hairy legs would tickle my ears. tugg-re-E- eeae-a-a-sasmggamf .927 33.33333: . . Page Forty-six