Westfield High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Westfield, WI)

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Seniors Kdwin Lucius Taylor “Ted” This 7vas the noblest Roman of them all. General Course. Athenian, 4; Arena, I, 2, 3; Editor-in-chief; H. B. Play, 4: Class President, 3, 4; Perfect Attendance Record, 2; German Club, 3, 4; Class Play, 4. Vklma Corinne Wilber “Gus” To see her is to love her. And love but her forever; For Sature made her 7uhat she is. And ne7'er made another. General Course. Madison High School, 1; Packwaukee High School, 2; Girls’ Glee Club, 3, 4; Arena, 3; Philathean, 4: B. B. Play, 4; Class Play, 4. Walter Harold Miller (‘lass of ’13: Postgraduate Work; Commercial Course; Basket Ball Coach. Class Motto: Step by Step. Class Colors: Gold and White. Class Flower: White Rose.

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THE PURPLE AND GOLD Seniors Jessie Mabel O’Neil “Shorty” A lucky girl is Jessie, dear.— She rides her pony without fear; She craves no auto like the rest.— For her pet, Queen ie,' is the best. Teachers’ Training Course. Philathean, 4; Arena, i, 2, 3; Girls’ Glee Club, 3, 4; High School Orchestra, 3, 4; Perfect Attend- ance Record, 1, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer Teachers’ Club, 4; Class Play, 4. Bely a Florence Roberts “Belvadere” Why that far-away look in h:r eyes? She has one hope that never dies. Will she teach school? It's pretty tough; A year. I think. 70ill be enough. Teachers' Training Course. Athenian, 4; Arena, I, 2, 3; Teachers’ Club, 4; Perfect Attendance Record, 1, 2, 4; Girls’ Glee Club, 3, 4; Charge to Faculty, 4. Frank Bennett Robinson “Skinny” His little head is full of schemes From reading Top-Notch magazines. Commercial Course. Treasurer Athena, 4; Arena, 1, 2, 3; Business Manager; B. B. Play, 4; Minstrel Play, 3; Class Play, 4. Robert William Schimelpfenic. “Schimmel” The laziest boy in Westfield High. “I haven t it finished, is his one cry. Teachers’ Training Course. Philathean, 4;. Arena, 1, 2, 3; High School Orchestra, 3, 4; Vice-President Teachers’ Club, 4; Minstrel Play, 3; Class Play, 4; ( lass Prophecy. [161

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Senior Class Uistoriette ON a fair day in early September, 1911, I began a memorable trip from Lincoln town to the city of Westfield. Ere long I passed through the boscage of I.awrence and arrived at my destination near the close of dav. Being somewhat tatigued. 1 soon lay me down in a cosy corner to slumber. And as a slept I dreamed a dream in which I saw a cosmopolitan group of callow youths and maidens in front of a brick structure called the Westfield High School. As they loitered there thev were seized with fear and trembling and broke out with the lamentable crv. “Whither shall we betake ourselves?” In their plight they ogled this way and that, until a man named Principal approached them and said, “Wherefore wail ye?” Then some answered. “ 'Cause we know not where to go or what to do.” Thereupon Principal gave them a parchment upon which they beheld the bold caption. “Rules and Regu- lations,” and he said, “Follow these with sagacity, and then henceforward ve need fear and weep no more.” Then I saw in my dream that the group began tripping merrily through a broad field called Freshman Mead. Ere long they came to a quagmire called Monthly Quiz, and being heedless, some fell in. For a time the unfortunates wigwagged and a number of them became wretchedly bedaubed with ink. All were extricated, however, and the band journeyed on until Freshman Mead was crossed and the pleasure grounds called Vacation were reached. After a good rest here the majority of the band pressed forward again. The topography of the region was as a rolling prairie until Sophomore Heights were attained. After surmounting a number of difficulties encountered on the upward march, the pilgrim band came to the Green Pasture of Ease, where all was joy and sunshine. This table land, however, was narrow, so that it was crossed in a few seemingly brief days. The pilgrims next entered Junior Territory, where the atmosphere was sweet and pleasant. They chose a leader and continued their journey for nine months, when they espied a gate in the distance. Their eyes were filled with great visions and on reaching the wicket they passed through and found themselves in Delectable Senior Province. Many were their experiences as they pressed onward until finally they came to a picturesque elevation called Rostrum. There they saw a pile of sheepskins and in close proximity the Sepulchre of Oblivion, into which their burdens, which they so nobly bore for four long years, rolled. The pilgrims were now happy and care free. Next day they found themselves on enchanted ground, where they met other pilgrims, called Alumni, who had preceded them. Together they feasted, and as they dwelt enraptured 1 awoke from my dream just as a voice whispered : “Ve are still in America, the Land of Opportunity. Live well, not unto yourselves alone, but for all mankind.” M. Gladys Merriman, '15. H81