Park Falls High School - Torch Yearbook (Park Falls, WI)

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CHANGING FROM AUTUMN . . . Today upon a tree I saw Some green leaves tinged with gold, And on the ground the summer grass Has withered and grown old; From faraway across the fields I heard a squirrel’s clear call, And in the cool north wind that blows There comes a hint of fall. And the world awakens To a colored countryside, Where red-brown deer Leave little hoof marks for all. The wild geese on their annual trek In haste go flying high, And Indian summer spreads her veil Of gray across the sky. And we feel our spirits lifting As cathedral organs chime. And from our heart we thank our God For blessed autumn time. from: Autumn and Red-Brown Deer by: Hattie Pope and Minnie Klemme

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IN MEMORY The yearbook staff and the Class of 1975 would like to dedicate this Torch to Susan Kay Andraska and Michael Walter Bruch. Susan Kay Andraska was born June 5,1957 in Park Falls, where she spent her entire life. On •July 9,1971, while visiting a friend in Sarasota, Florida, she was fatally injured in a car-bicycle accident. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Andraska now of Butternut, Wisconsin. The Class of 1975 will always remember Susan as an individual who was full of new ideas and future goals. Michael Walter Bruch was born November 24, 1957 in Park Falls, where he attended St. Anthony’s School and spent his entire life. While swimming in the Flambeau River on July 30, 1968, Michael drowned when pulled beneath the water by an undercurrent. He was the son of Mrs. Matthew Bruch and the late Mr. Matthew Bruch. Saddened and shocked, we, the yearbook staff and Class of 1975, miss him as a friend who is no longer with us to share what the future holds for each and every one of us. 2

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TO SOUNDS OF WINTER AND A little spruce was crowded Beneath the pine trees on the hill. And he could hear them whisper When the wind was very still. Your branches are so scrawny And your trunk so small and thin. Then followed sounds of laughter As they teased and taunted him. Oh, how I wish I were as tall As all the other trees, Then I could spread my branches out In any way I please” . . . He waited very patiently, For there must be a plan For each and every blade of grass And each and every man . . . Then one snowy Christmas Eve He knew why he was born. He was taken to a church And gaily dressed for morn. from: Moment of Glory by: Lois Lehner