West Salem High School - Neshonoc Yearbook (West Salem, WI)

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Seniors as Seen by Their Friends

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Class I come not here your evening hour to sadden For I have never deemed it sin to gladden. But tonight there comes into our utmost hearts A sad feeling that we now must part. From friends, schoolmates, and teachers dear, And childhood days that seem so near. How dear to our hearts is the memory of past As we leave this school with its fun and task. Now the lights of memory flow back in streams. We see the magic of our youthful dreams. Years have rolled on and left their trace. Deeper care and thought have taken their place. School, thy spirit has left on me An impress that Time will not soon set free. And now as the gates of school behind us close, Of a fl our carefree days now to dispose, We’ll think of those whose kind help we had, And for our High School Experience we will always be glad. So year Kfter year beheld us in silent toil, Poem Each year we have striven and grown thru the moil. As together we worked day after day Remembering the motto: ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way.’ At last we have reached the top of the stair And from school’s peaceful to life's troublesome air God flings us from His hand as the farmer his grain And we grow from the soil upon which we have lain. Though we part, each in heart shall present be. And dear old school we will think of thee, Of our education that we were steadily rounding And of days that knew no clouding. Now with warmer heart than look or word can tell Dear old school we must now bid you farewell. F. J. C.

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The Junior Class From Origin to— As the old school bell sent forth its warning peal in September, 1913, it called together a new class to start their journey through High School. I was one of the seventeen lucky ones who held a ticket that entitled us to a trip through this wonderful land. We found the road very rough at times: Algebra, a large province in this world, became especially uncontrollable; nevertheless, we came out ahead. But alas! when we counted over our list to begin our second conquest, we found that Frieda Curry, Lynn Olson, Louis Miller and Harry Garbers had been slain by the Algebraic soldiers and that among our numbers some exceptional pupils who liked the land through which we were passing so well that they lingered one more year to learn more of its wonders. . The second span of our trip began with one new member, Lorena Meyer, and a little change in the traveling company, as the seventh and eighth grades then enrolled themselves with the tourists-This increase in numbers had ijl effects on some of our number, for occasionally weS ould see Edward or Ruth following the grades into their classrooms. At last however we decided on a plan that would keep our absent minded ones from going astray; we would put Frances in the lead, then we could always see her towering above the rest and if we followed her we would be sure to get where we desired to be. This year we thought things would be easier. And they were, to some extent, but just the same, Ancient History is no snap. However, through this perilous region we were lucky to have a good guide, Miss Holford, who knew all of the crooks and turns in the road; so we added another scalp to our belts and the second year ended. Then began our year which we have not yet completed -our Junior year. We were very sorry at the start of this most desperate of all undertakings to conquer King Euclid and his elements of Geometry with his strong allies of German soldiers, to find Milton Martin, William Potter and Lorena Meyer were missing from our ranks, but we were also happy to count Doris Bishop, a Viroquin, Elaine Grunner and LaVerne Battis with our number. We hope in this most daring undertaking to put King Euclid so far out of somewhere that none of the following classes will have any trouble with him, altho there is a probability that we may lose a few of our most noble soldiers in doing so. We at least hope not. As we draw near our Senior year we look toward it with sorrow, for we know that it means the end of our first great adventure. Altho we have had our troubles, we have also had a great deal of fun. We do not intend, however, to let quest and pleasure spoil our opportunities, but we are dete mined to make the last our banner year and to turn oik a class that will make the future and past classes sit up and take notice of the Champion Voyagers. • A. B. C.