Bay View High School - Oracle Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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PAGE 28 As Mr. Del1l1iS opened the door the next morning, he noticed a white streak flash past him, but was far too slow to catch it. First Pit ran into the physics laboratory, where Mr. Kyper was lecturing to the students. Pit recalled that it was in this room huge crowds assembled whenever there was an Open House. People had queer ideas. The big machine from which lightning was flashing merely served to whisk him from the room and into the chemistry Slab where Ruth Starkey was pursuing her solitary way, namely, looking down at the floor or out at the lake. Ah, she saw, just then, a white lily, but suddenly the lily moved. E-e-e-e-k , she screamed loudly. The lily, of course, was Pit, the little white mouse. Pit decided that it would be better for all concerned if he left that territory for a while. While he was wondering where to go next, he remembered the place called the museum. He had never been there, but he had often heard the shouts of laughter which had followed one of Mr. Hard,s jokes, and so he knew where the museum was located, and there he went. Pit was amazed at the rows of precious stones, stuffed birds, coral, Indian pottery, shells, war memorials, and other objects which attracted his interest. After spending a pleasant afternoon here, he decided to follow the crowds going downstairs to a big Freshman Party . What fun! An Our Gang comedy was being shown in one corner, bean bags, sailing in another, ping-pong, in all the others. He also noticed stately figures present: Mr. Sprunger at the ball-throwing game, Mr. Gates at the ping-pong tables, Mr. Verdun at miniature golf, Mr. Hickman at something called the shock-machine from whence shrieks would come sud- denly, and Mrs. Kopatzke and Miss Rossiter selling red hot buns. When Pit Woke up the next morn- ing, he found himself in a room which Henry Nowakowski, Florence Wraufz QPresidentj, Theodore Gafex, had 3 glass roof, and through which Thomas O'Conm'll, Ervin Gnfske QSecretaryj, Arthur Smith, the Sun was how shining, Surely Ruib Kroening, Margurvf Quick, Ida Binder, Ruff: Shzrkey those 'fred hors had been foo much fT1'CIlSUrCrD- for him. At the sound of approaching footsteps, Pit hid under an empty flower pot and sat very still. As he listened to the conversation of the two boys who had come into the room, he heard that the biologists were plan- ning to plant seeds for rubber trees to be used in the next Ammal Rally, so he scudded out from under the flower pot and hurried to the auditorium. There he heard an oihcious voice yell, Officers of the Science Club, next. Line up right herev. Pit thought that the army of occupation had been called in. What an array of W officers. Ruth Boinski and Henry Schneider had a real 'tmanagingv problem. Poor little Pit decided to go back to Mr. Dennis's room to see Pat. There Ruth Starkey seized him by the tail and daintily tossed him out the window to the terrace below where, if Miss Statz hasn't found him, he's waiting for a chance to join Mr. Sprunger, Mrs. Kopatzke, or Mr. Suttle in a Jones Island trip, or else to hide in Mr. Dennisls butterfly net and LABORATORY LOWDOWN eventually find his way back to Pat.

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PAGE 27 TI-IE ADVENTURE CDF A WHITE MQUSE Science Club Hcnrj' St'b11r'ic1'c1' . Ioscrjzb Paik ,..... Rufb Boirzslzi , . . Rickard Picrbowski COUNCIL- Mabcl Nirfmarm Thomas O,C011118lI Arfbur Smifb Zm' Bobl, Secretary Roman Wflvrfr Florence Wrautz, President Theodore Gates Iam' Schwartz, Treasurer Ervin Gaizke Ruth Sfarfeey Ass't. Ass't. Asslt. Manager Manager Manager Manager 'Was WillS'l dll H3b8l1? wheezed the energetic German band as it tramped through our corridors led by ohn Rehorst, attired in a soup and fish . H071 ry Scbfwider .r,., . .Manager Richard Piccfaowslei ...., Ass't. Manager Roman Wc'bcr ......,., Ass't. Manager Ioscjib Paik ..., .... A ss't. Manager Hard work, this , said Junior Kettner, let's follow that fickle crowd and see where they're going. Something must have taken their attention from us!', They tramped their way into the auditorium. Huge posters proclaimed To-day! Dr. Harwood and his wild animals, direct from the jungles of darkest Africa . Junior Kettner sat down heavily in one of the seats, but it wouldnit hold him. A brilliant idea struck him. Why not go backstage and see the wild animals from close up? He acted on this thought immediately. Backstage he gazed about eagerly to see the cages containing the animals, but no such luck. Upon inquiry, he found that the animals consisted of one Eskimo Husky and a wild QPJ bear. This meeting, dear freshmen, was one providing a lot of fun for the spectators, but it also accounted for several more gray hair on Mr. Suttle's head. Junior's wrath was appeased at the next meeting when Professor Samuel Snead held him spellbound with photo-electric cell experiments, and if we're not mistaken, Junior's still spellbound. The next scene is Mr. Dennis's room. The time is about 8:00 P. M. The characters are Pit and Pat, two white mice who are in a wire cage on a shelf. 'Tm fed up with this humdrum lifen, said Pit, and Iim going to do something about it, soon, too. 1'll begin this very night to bore a hole and escape.

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PAGE 29 PAGES FRQM A FRESHIEIS DIARY Drametics 0l16 S6lI18Sf6l ag0 there was a very brave little freshman named Service, who liked very much to go a-ventur- ing. One day after he had lolly- poppedv into every homeroom for the Annual Rally, he wandered into the north corridor. He had no sooner stopped to study the Dramatic Club bulletin than he was rudely bumped into by james Kettenhofen, rushing backstage with his huge make-up box. Ho, there! where are you going? Warren queried. To the Dramatic Club to see Dolores Goldman dancen. Jimmy tossed over his shoulder. 'Tm late!,' Hm! Dramatic Club! Warren thought to himself, probably this af- fair needs my personal attention! So he trotted off after Jimmy, who took such big steps that poor Warren had to slide in the corridor to keep up with him. just as they turned the corner, Warren heard someone singing lustily, When the Moon Comes Over the Mountainn. All of a sudden Warren heard a great commotion down the hall. He craned his neck eagerly to see what was happening. There was Ramona Vanderhoof, Paul Diefenderfer, Viola Stringer, and Helen Hryniewiecki dancing around in a ring and shout- UPPER-DOT0fl9j1 Yoelaum QPresidentj Ruth Relnn fVice-Pres- ing happily, We,ve won the election! identj Gabrielle Woida ffreasurerj Robert Ellarson fSecretaryj We'Ve W011 the elecfionln Am! thel' LOWER-Helen Hryniewieeki QTreasurerj Viola Stringer fSecre- Siwe Warren 3Uf08faPhed COPICS of taryj Ramona Vanderlaoof fPresidentj how they did it. After that, Warren was ready to see the White Hcuse, but he noticed Jimmy slipping through a door, and when he turned to follow him, Miss Kieckhefer demanded, Where's your ticket? and poor Warren thought he was in a Chinese laundry. But he had heard that Miss Kieckhefer likes Planter's Peanuts, so he handed her an ever-present sack and passed in-only to meet Miss Guenther. What an adorable Buster Brown outfit!', she exclaimed. I'l1a need it for the Operettaf' Miss Guenther is the old-clothes man, you see, and thus it was that Warren was admiringly escorted into the meeting. But Warren never actually told us what happened, so we, being extremely curious, prowled about one day and discovered his little red leather diary. Among pages of sweet little freshie girls and knotty algebra problems, we found Warren's own account of some of the Dramatic Club meetings. We thought that you would like to read them, so here they are: Friday, Dee. 22: Bein' we are gonna have a vacashun fer C, 'ssmus, we had a Chrissmus play in the awditoryum today called Mimi Lights Tlae Candle and a girl nam 'Gaybriel Woida wuz in it. I heared Miss Guenther say that the little red dress Ruth Starkey wored in it, wuz wored in every Bay View play what had kids in it and it wuz Sharlot Gilbert,s. Iliked singing jingle Bells lots. The play wuz grand. Being a freshie I have no words to describe it, so I'll paste in some pictures. Munday, March 13: i Wuz to the awditoryum to B a play Do You Believe In Luck? and Condemned or something like such. Cousin Nellie needn't be so uppity cuz I seed a weddin' better'n hern! A vale and brides of honors ' 1 and everyth1n'.