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

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ARCHIE SCHOMBEKG “Of riches soon, he’ll have a hoard Why, even now, he drives a oryd.” Judging Team 1, 3, 4 Class Vice President. 2 F. F. A. 1. 2 4 » Gj Take a wee minute, Then cut it in half. You'll have a wee boy With a wee little laugh; But this wee little boy Has some big winning ways That will help him along To the end of his days. FREDDIE WEINGARTEN “Fritz” Who has heard of Freddie, The boy who is up and ready? He is willing to work Though sometimes he shirks But at that he is always quite steady.” Basket Ball 2, 3, 4 Basket Ball Mgr. 3, 4 Track 2, 3 Class Vice Pres. 3 Orange and Black Topic and Review Staff 4 Baseball 3, 4 JEAN WRIGHT “It is not the color of your hair, Nor your ever winning smile, It is just your understanding way, That makes us like you all the while.” Class Play 3. 4 Dramatic Club 4 Operetta 4 Glee Club 1 i'faSuL cPAVi 2 Ao

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A bit of fun, a bit of laughter That is what our Ruth is after.” Girls Basket Ball 3, 4 Operetta 4 G. A. A. 1, 2. 3, 4, G. A. A. Pres. 3 Forensics 1, 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2. 3, 4 Assistant Office Girl 3 “She is an artist; in two ways her talents trend, She draws not only pictures, but many friends.” Glee Club 1, 2, 3 G. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4 Declamatory 1 French Club 3 Ass't. Librarian 2 Class Treasurer 4 Arf-t Club 4 Business Mgr. of Annual 4 Orange and Black Review Staff 4 l i ll packages.’ F. A. 1, 4 “Ado” Quack” J taff 4 lutatorian Track 2, 3 “Sliver” Three fourth a lady, the rest sheer nonsense.” Glee Club 1 G. A. A. 1, 2 Girls Basket Ball 3 Class Play 3, 4 Ass’t. Office Girl 3, 4 Pres. Glee Club 1 Orange Black Review Staff 4 Operetta 4

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Senior Activities Class Editor—Alice Olson CLASS HISTORY OF ’34 V The ship we had long thought lost at sea has finally come to shore. Of the original crew of forty-three, there are thirty who intend to go ashore in June. Of course we had to have a captain and his officers. A meeting was called and the crew aboard elected a group that we knew would do their best in helping us with our difficult business affairs. The first semester we were anything but at home in this large ship of knowledge. The only storm we encountered was our initiation. This came in September. We all recovered well enough to give a “Freshie” mixer, which we consider the biggest success of the year. Of our Sophomore year we remember very little. But we do remember what we gave the little green Fresh-ies” that year. It, however, was only a taste of what we had been given. The mixer this year was also a great success, thanks to our many talented classmates. I must not forget to mention that our crew has already decreased to thirty-five. My! My! And two years left in which we must sail. The water was calm when we started, but it roughened as we proceeded. Several more members lost their balance and fell overboard—no. three are rescued, leaving a total of thirty-two. The greatest event of the year, “Our t Junior Prom, was led by our captain, i;or should we say president, Billy ) Johnson. Second, which almost leit Miss Fish and her cast all on the verge of a nervous breakdown, came . Jy the class play, Oh Professor. I must not forget our mixer that would have been lost at sea if it had not been for Mr. Rowe, who came running with a ‘Jrfe saver. Thanks to you, Mr. Rowe! One more year in which we, now the Seniors of '34, are to be left out at sea. We now have possession of the Upper Class Deck and can look down on the poor little Freshies and remember the good old days when we held their position, and yes, even wish we were back there. Now comes the time when we must face the wide world and fight our own battles. When another year comes around we shall be seized with a feeling of loneliness when we realize we will never again gather together as classmates. Our places will be filled by others and as the years pass we will be forgotten, but we’ll never forget the happy school days. Of our Senior year very little has happened but all is yet to come. On the first day of June there will be thirty who will be ready to leave this ship of learning and go aboard a new and bigger ship of knowledge. L ful program, given by a mixed group, consisted of a nimble tap dance by Wilma Goedecke, a trombone solo by Winton McEldowney, a lively bass solo by Mr. Halvorsen, and a guitar solo by Stanley Christopherson which was greatly enjoyed. After the program there was dancing and refreshments which were hailed as heartily as the program. Everyone left with happy thoughts that there were more to come. SNAPSHOTS Florence, an office girl, pretty and sweet; John Sid, a good boy, always quite neat; And Windy when wanted, is perpetually near; Klos. Nelson’s pet, while basket ball’s here. June, the gad-about, girl about town; Linse, the boy you can never keep down. Alice, a quiet demure little girl; Francis, with head of black fuzzy curl. Archie, with Ford as old as a hill; And a Johnson, not Sam, but a sure-enough Bill; Here’s Betty Norris, the Junior boys’ bane, Addie, we know, is almost inane. Keith, tall and slender, impresses us too; Beside him stands Eleanor, tiny but true. Against the door is Ruth Oldenburg, fair, See—here's Roland arguing there. There are two girls with bad itching feet Ceona and Vera, with costume complete. Freddie and “Amie”, two brothers, are close; Arleen, you can see, quite keeps up her pose. Alta Heider, prodigy, Keeps us wondering what she’ll be; And Quackie”, too, a farmer will turn He knows all there is to learn. As every class its red-head has Echo’s the lucky attractive lass. And sweet little Jeanie, cute and nice. Makes every boy wonder why he uses dice. Irene and Violet, sisters, do share; And in walks Lois, tall and spare; Irene Diek. is a dark-haired miss; Last but not least comes Rudy, in bliss. This is the Class of ’34, When they’re gone, there’ll be no more Of Salem High School, dear and true Their own Alma Mater, old but new. SENIORS SENIOR MIXER We, the worthy Seniors of the West Salem High School, opened the social season with the first mixer of the year, Friday, October 6th. The delight- The Senior Class of Thirty-Four Are smart as we can be We never do a bit of work, Yet we get through, you see. We sit and dream at study time, Then go to class and bluff And say, We couldn’t understand— The lesson was too tough.” Now, first we go to Hist’ry class From Halvorsen, a test. And when he takes our daily marks Why, sixty-nine is best. Next we go to fourth year Math. Which always has been fun. She asks, “How many did you get?” We didn’t get a one. And then we go to English class To learn about each poet. Now, name the greatest work of Pope.” We answer: We don’t know it.” At last we go to Physics class Our lesson is assigned. Then Nelson says. Now look here John, Your notebook is behind.” Day in, day out, the same old grind, Assignments always late. But soon we’ll leave them all behind, In the Spring we graduate. Blessings on thee, all once more Senior Class of thirty four. Walking down the aisle so proudly With your heel-plates clicking loudly. Girls with red lips, redder yet You’ve got lipstick on. I’ll bet. Underclassmen envy you, And wish that they were Seniors too. Every night you stay up late, And don’t get up ’till half past eight. When class time comes, you never shirk At trying to get out of work. And study, why, you never do; You sit and hope that you’ll get through. Arleen: Say, how in the world did you raise your marks from F to D?” Windy: N. R. A.; everything’s going up.” Sid: I wish, Richie, you’d stop talking to Miss Wright for a while. I’m trying to entertain her myself.” Vera, translating Virgil”: I stood up with erect ears. Nelson, in biology: “Name all the bones in the body.” Keith: I’ve got ’em all in my head but I can’t say ’em.” Who was the woman who looked back and turned into a pillar of salt?” Earl: I dunno, but my mom looked back and turned into a tree.” Elmer and Freddie had been saving up all their fishing poles, bait. etc. for the first opening day. When the day finally arrived, Elmer came running to his brother with some sticky speckled papers. Freddie: For gosh sakes, what on earth are you doing with those old fly papers?” Elmer: I saved them for you since last summer. You know you said vou always had to buy flies when you went fishing.” 9