Washington Park High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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Page Twenty-Eight PARK BEACON fingers could go, with sheaves of neatly typewrit- ten papers slipping from their skillful hands, Up on the third floor were Kathrine Milke. Jim- mie Lockwood, Ben Johnson. Catherine Moyle, and Raymond Christianson playing Sweet Adeline while the Glee Club sang The Lost Chord. In the Chorus I recognized Rose Schwartz, Erling Johanson, Mildred Thompson, and Kathrin: O'Conner, while accompanying both orchestra and Chorus was Ruby Hendrickson. No one who has not heard this beautiful medley can understand th: thoughts that filled my soul while this exquisite music was going on. My thoughts welled up, and kept welling up until I was nearly drowned in them, and with a shriek I swam from the room. I wished to slide down the banisters, but there being none, I decided to follow the usual method, and walked sedately down the time-hollowed steps. As I pushed the front door open, the omnipresent Spirit of Ra' cine High sped out, and as hc seated himself beside Harold Bartels in the latter's Flying Cloud, I heard h'm exclaim We're going for a ride! 1 153135224 we I -'v p lmyl N

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SENIOR EDITION Page Twenty-Seven As I took the last five steps at a bound, I landed in the middle of a group consisting of Ellen Jen- sen, Raymond Jondahl, and Walter Mears. They very kindly gathered up my wig, false teeth, ear trumpet, glass eye, and wooden leg, and informed me that the grating sound had been Don Nelson announcing a pep meeting. After my recent fright I felt the need of replacements, so I wended my way into the girls' cloak hall, where Lucille Murray, Marvel Zehrt. Florence Ronsholdt, Mildred Carl- son, and Odessa Hendricks were putting on an extra coat of armour. I felt strangely out of place among these long-haired damsels, the more so when they began to condemn Dagny Nelson for giving way to the barber, so I went into the study hall. Here were Frank Palermo, Edward Moebius, and Warren Abrahamson hunting for magazines with which to pass away the time: also John Kowalsky. busily engaged in studious activity. Shocked and surprised by such industry, I hurried out by the other door, before which were standing Paul Bon- do, Ray Geraldson, and William Larsen. In Miss Wiechers' room were Claire Hahn, Ruth Lambke, Susan Tomek, and Jeanette Kamm re- hearsing a German play, while farther down the hall was Laddie Steinhoff, mourning the hopeless- ness of wringing any more sandwiches from the heartless sandwich container. This sad sight so touched my soft heart that I almost drowned with my tears Helen Vilman, Bernice Nelsen, and Helen Eldred who were standing near, and also Roy Christensen and Dwight Goodrich, This catas- trophe did not take place, because of the timely aid of Genevieve Potman and Helen Konrad, who each took charge of one of my eyes and dried the tears as they fell, while Marguerite Simmons and Margaret Foxwell stood ready with reinforcements consisting of half a dozen men's handkerchiefs and a wash basin. I assured them that I would never forget their thoughtfulness, and with this parting I went down to the public speaking room. Here were a hilarious group of pleasure-seeking studentsC?j-Mildred Finnegan, Mary Redler, and Frances Smieding by name, procuring properties from the adjacent room, in which was a conglom- eration of junk and otherwise. I lifted my feet carefully over hat and gown, and entered Miss Harvey's room. I saw no one there except Edward Johnson and Henry Cymer: for a while I was puz- zled to find an excuse for their being here debating to the empty walls, but finally the truth dawned upon me-the other Dail members had become tired of the continuous flow of oratory and had left with-- out the speakers' being aware of their absence. After listening a few moments I did the same. I was struck by a paper wad as I came out of the door, for Paul Lyle and Joe Capicik had placed a waste basket near the door and were trying to count their shots, and as I went outside I saw Louis Hansen and Peter Arizikovic kicking a foot- ball around the yard. Near by was Dean McLaugh- lin, showing Coach Jones, Frank Adelman, and Joe how to beat Charlie Paddock. Over in a Burza corner was James Hall practicing pole-vaulting. On the steps of the Portable I passed Lydia Ciz- madia, Rachel Christensen, Rose Bordash, Aileen Bonds, Ruth Herrman, and Eleanor Richardson dis- cussing a chemistry experiment. This jargon meant nothing to me, so I went into the Enicar room. Here were Olive Case and Erma Sorenson writing headlines at a fast and furious rate, while nearby sat'Margaret Steinmetz, typing skillfully. Inga Schultz was writing an eleventh-hour news story. This tense atmosphere did not harmonize with my mood, and as I retraced my steps, I thought of going to the Christie Building. Here Mildred Mason, generous soul, had just baked a pumpkin pie which she kindly shared with me. In the sewing room, were Emily Phillips, Vir- ginia Conroe, and Ruby Coryell stitching and bas- ting as if their lives depended upon it. I admired their work respectfully, but did not stay long, for Mildred's pie had just made me realize how hungry I really was, so I hied me off to the Fountain. At the foot of the stairs of the Christie Building, Char- lotte Nichols was telling Mildred Wright and Janet Nelson about the old home town, Hayworth. Over in the Fountain I enjoyed a sociable sand- wich with Maynard Monaghan, Cas usual eating an ice cream conej, Cort Palmer, Marvin Engstrom, Harold Braun, Bill Reinhardt, Herbert Engstrom, Louis Dumont, and George LaDuc, We were dis- cussing late events when someone growled into my ear, Hey, know any news? Sure, I said, realizing that it was only Dick Mann. There was graduation tonight. Honest? said Dick, and as we walked toward the McMynn I gave him all the details. We passed Elsie Munk, Edna Baht, Evelyn Sieverkropp, and Marjorie Hansen on the way, and I left Dick with them to End the result of the girls' basketball tour- nament. Olaf Gilbertson and Norman Jensen came along then and tried to coax me down to the Mil- ler Building to see their last jobs, but I couldn't go. As I entered the McMynn, the terms propel- ler, stick, aircraft, and others met my ears Cnearly knocking them off my headj so I was not surprised to see George Frederickson and Edgar Grimm discussing the latest discoveries in aviation. In the Commercial room were Thora Erickson, Agnes Elskamp, and Muriel Nelsen making stencils, and Ruth Schaffer, Agnes Hansen, Charlotte Wais- man, and Marion Simonsen typing as fast as their

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