Tomah High School - Hamot Yearbook (Tomah, WI)

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TOMAH HIGH 27 HAMOT '20 1 I 4 junior Class Roll ANDERSON, DAGNEX' ASBURY, BEATRICE BARNSTABLE, ARLENE BAILEY, AUGUSTA BEARDSLEY, EDITH BELL, MARGARET BIRKHOLZ, IRMA BLASCHKE, VERONIC.-X BUSS, ADOLPH CALLAHAN, MAE CALLAHAN, MARGARET CHAPMAN, JOANNA CHAPMAN. ALVA CHAPMAN, ROY CONNOR, NIAYME CURRY, LAVVRENCE DALY, FLORENCE DAMS, ALBERT DEWEY, LEONE DEWEY, IVAH DONOVAN, KATHERINE DONAHUE, JOHN EARLE, LOUIS President ....... Vice-President ......... Secretary and Treasurer Class Advisor .......,.. EDMINISTER, BERGETTA FINNERTY, GERALD GETMAN, WALLACE GOERBING, RUTH GRAHAM, GEORGE HILLIKER, NORMA HOWIE, LUCILE HUNT, MYRTLE JOHNSON, NJILDRED KOMISKEY, ELIZABETH KOMISKEY, MARIE KYLE, HELEN LAMB, MABEL LAVVTON, CORAL LINEHAN, ROSELLA LUDEKING, CAROLINE MATTHEWS, ELMER MAUSE, MARGARET MCCAUL, KATHERINE MCCLATCHIE, JAMES MISTELE, MYRTLE MORAN, RAYMOND MONAHAN, BESSIE OFFICERS MORSE, SADIE MURDOCK, NORA PRESCOTT, DORIS PURDY, NORMA RAGAN, HELEN REYNOLDS, LYNN RIESING, CLARENCE ROWAN, ANNA SCHUEMAN, EDNA SCHULTZ, MILDRED SOWLE, EDWARD SPINK, CLIFFORD SPINK, HAZEL VANDERVORT, OSCAR VESPER, MARIE WARREN, HAROLD WELCH, LEILA WOOD, GLADYS ZELLMER, GERTRUDE MARQUART, EDWARD LANGER, EDWARD PONGRATZ, ROLLAND , . .GERALD FINNERTY . . .MARGARET BELL . , ,EDWARD SOWLE I . . . .MISS JONES

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HAMOT '20 26 TOMAH HIGH The following story received first place in the Senior Story Contest: A Strange Vision T WAS ENROLLMENT DAY at Tomah High School, but down in the halls sounded no clatter offeet, no shrill shrieks of uncontrolled laughter, no noisy groups on the stairs. As each pupil arrived he or she was taken in by the principal and led up the stairs to the assembly room. On opening the doors, faces of old friends loomed up before them, and greetings were exchanged with a hearty handclasp and a faint smile. But strange as it may seem there was no noise of any kind. Everyone acted as if he were at a funeral. The girls and even the boys were as quiet when they played as when they worked. And so through all the day things moved along in regular order and without confusion and noise. The office was never crowded for the students walked quietly in, registered and walked quietly out again, without loitering to laugh and talk. Everyone was satis- fied with his grade, and there was no complaining or bitter feelings. When the bell rang for classes, an orderly procession of students entered their respec- tive class rooms, and with exceeding care so as to make no noise they seated themselves. And even though the teacher at the desk forgot to ring the bell for hve minutes after time, only expressions of sympathy were heard for his forgetfulness. Day after day passed and still the same undisturbed silence reigned. No one needed to be reproved for misconduct, for never was seen a better behaved student body. And when they went into room Hve to have Geometry explained, they expressed their enjoyment in quiet smilesg nor did they deign to notice their worthy instructor, although she was quite disconcerted over the fact. So things went on week after week, and still no change. Lessons were learned to perfection, and if anyone fell below Q0 in grade he was eyed with such stern disapproval that he, with all speed, brought up his marks. One day a most terrible thing happened. There was one girl who was held in suspicion by the rest, because she had presumed to laugh-think of it-dared to raise her voice in alaugh in passing to class. After a consultation of friends it was decided to try her for a week and if she failed to reach her standard of conduct, she must be forever blotted from their memory. Awed and frightened by their grave faces she subsided into perfect con- duct for a month. But her love for fun at last conqueredg she gathered her friends together and behind locked doors, with the keyhole carefully padded with cotton, she suggested that they all bring alarm clocks the next morning, and send them pealing forth at eleven o,clock. Such an unheard of thing so stunned them that they could not utter a sound, but sat speechless in amazement. Then as the awfulness of it dawned upon them, they lost all control and for the first time that term the hall echoed with one piercing scream, and all fled in terror from that scene of plot and wickedness. Mercy! What was that? Oh! The alarm clock already. Well I suppose I must'get up as it's eight o'clock and I haven't any of my lessons learned. What a terrible dream I have had! I simply must stop annoying my teachers or my nerves will certainly give way. I hastily jumped into my clothes and with a slick to my hair, ran down to break- fast and then to school, where a crowd of noisy school girls met me in the hall. What a relief it was to hear the tumult and the clatter can never be imagined. WILDA RABE-'20

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HAMOT '20 28 TOMAH HIGH This article received hrst place in the Junior Story Contest. The Mourning Veil WIDE, uncovered piazza ran along the front of the Stover house and there two little girls were playing keep house. They had their doll dishes, and other play-things strewn about, but were beginning to lose interest in their house-keeping and visiting. Suddenly the younger of them said, I'lI tell you what! Let's play funeral! How? Well, we can play that my Josephine Maud Angelina died and that we buried her. That will be splendid, lets have her die right off. Immediately after the death of Maud Angelina, her grief stricken mother said, Now Kate, we must put crepe on the door knob to let people know about it. You run over to the house and get Mammafs long black veil. It ought to be white for a dollie, oughtn't it ? I guess you forgot that Josephine Maud was a married lady and a widow lady at that, didn't you? You remember how Teddy Davis' horrid dog chewed poor Josephine's husband up. Katie went away and soon returned with a long black mourning veil. It was quickly tied to Mrs. Stover's front door knob, then the bereft Dorothy's grief broke out afresh, and she wailed and wept so vigorously that Mrs. Stover said, You little girls are making too much noise down there. Mr. Stover's sick and you disturb him. My husband wants to go to sleep. How unfeelingf, said Dorothy, snatching up her dead doll and other playthings. They departed quite forgetting to take the veil off the front door. I I-Ialf an hour later Marie Simmons came down the street and suddenly stopped in front of the Stover's house. My sakes alive! if there isn't crape on Stover's door. I knew he was sick, but I didn't know he was at all dangerous. I must stop in on my way home and find out about lt. She would have stopped then if it had not been for the eagerness to carry the news to those who might not have heard about it. A little farther she met an acquaintance. Ain't heard about the troubles at Stovers have you? What trouble? Sam Stover is dead. There is crape on the door knob. I was in there yesterday, and Sam was up and around the house, but I could see that he was a good deal sicker than he or his wife had any idea of, so I ain't much surprised. My goodness mel I must Gnd time to call there before nightln Mrs. Simmons stopped at the village post office, to ask for a letter, but really to im- port her information to Uncle Don Whales, the talkative old Postmaster. Heard about Sam Stover? No, I did hear he was quintin' round a little bit, but - - - He won't quint any more, said Mrs. Simmons solemnly. He's dead. How you talk. lt's so. There's crape on the door. Must have been dreadful sudden, Mrs. Stover was in last evening an' she reckoned he'd be out in a day or two, well as ever. I know, but he ain't been well for a long timeg I could see it if others couldn't. The news was now spreading from another source, and in that way caused those who heard it to declare that it was perfectly scandulous for Mrs. Stover to carry on son. Joe I-Iigley, the grocer's delivery man, after leaving some things at the Stover house said full of indignation, That Mrs. Stover ain't got no more feelin' than a lamp post. There is crape on the door knob for poor Sam Stover, and when I left groceries there, Mrs. Stover was fryin' doughnuts, cool as a cucumber an' singin' Way Down Upon the Swanee