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

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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'.

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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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UPPER RIGHT: UONCE UPON A TIME-,I PAGE 30 M1lI1l!dJ', Nfarrb 2 7: I went to the awditoryum to see Bal2l1ilf'x Bfzyw. A canary what was on the stage in a cage and a loud band made so much noise I couldn't hear so good. I wuz so hungry and a girl Hazel Wurster alus kept givin, eats to Dorothy Yochum and Paul Diefenderfer. Funny they donlt feed us who klapt so hard for them things. That's all we thought you'd care to read about fluff. One day Warren grew conhdential and told us how surprised he was when he saw how closely English is rtlated to Dramatics, for when he stepped into an English class he found some students giving interesting speecles and others presenting a heated debate on What Mussolini and Hitler think of Women!U But when he opened the door of Mrs. Helfrieh's Public Speaking class, he stepped into a most fascinating world. Pantomime! Debate! Play Writing and producing! Parliamentary Law clubs! Warren was over- come. He also found students were not the only talented members of the Dramatic Club. Mr. May, one of the club advisers, can sing as well as he can teach Arithmetic, and Miss De La Hunt has taken part in several radio broadcasts with the Wisconsin Players . Mrs. Helfrich often gives readings for the club, while Miss Kieck- hefer, Miss Whelan, and Miss Guenther prefer finding dramatic souls like Ramona Vanderhoof, Paul Diefen- derfer, Viola Stringer, Helen Hryniewicki, Dorothy Yochum, Ruth Rehm, Robert Ellarson, and Gabrielle Woida. I wonder how long it took Annette Hayes to memorize her Treasureras speech? Or to overcome her em- barrassment of May 24. Gene Pawlowicz, as Mr. Hennaberry, was pinching the cheek of Ruth Robertson, who was Mrs. Henna- berry in the class play, and Helen Frankiewicz spoke up with, Oh, you can do better than that! LOWER LEFT: A HAPPY ENDING I LOWER RIGHT: TI-IE BOGEY MAN D R L