Cedarburg High School - Cedariel Yearbook (Cedarburg, WI)

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mm e I woke with a start the other day-anyone would have after dreaming the strange things I had. I had gone to bed early at 2 in the morning, as I have done ever since I graduated from high school in 1950-twenty years agog and no sooner had I fallen asleep than I started to dream of all the kids in my old senior class. In my dream I saw that before me was a large plot of ground, and if I squinted my eyes, the ground looked just like the United States. Then through space, it seemed, a voice came to me, clear as a bell. We played a guessing game for a few minutes, as the voice tried to make me guess who he was- finally I said, Why, Donald Zautckel He said I was right, and that he was going to take me on a tour of the United States and show me, by his beautiful oratory voice, just what had happened to all the 1950 seniors. He said he had picked on me because since I was retired, he could take his time, for I wouldn't have to get up until noon if I didn't want to. First he took me to California, where he showed me poor Don Rintelmann without a hair on his head. He had pulled them all out trying to think of some new jokes for his show, Always Leave Em Running. We asked Don if he wouldn't like to come along with us, but he said he couldn't find his toupee, so he'd rather stay home. Before we went he said we could find a few old friends at the W. I-I. Voigt Studios if we cared to, so that was the next place on our list. As we entered the studio, we saw leading lady, Valla Voll- mer arguing with Mr. Voigt about having top dramatic star Gregory Wolfe in her next picture. Ignoring them, I eyed a little hamburger joint, and because I was hungry, I made a bee-line for it. The sign said Willa's For Better Burgers so I went in, and who should I see behind the counter but Willa Wastrack. We shook hands warmly fwarm is right-she had a melted cheeseburger in her hand which she had forgotten aboutl and gabbed about the old days. She said she knew some of the kids in New York so-with the flash of a cloud, Donald had us in New York even before I could say goodbye. As we were floating along, we saw a Safe Driving car pull up to the curb and someone yelled Hey! You guessed it, it was Lucille Philipps, and right behind her, crying his heart out, was Lloyd Isaacson. I found out from Lucille that one of her safe drivers had simply pulverized Lloyd's little motor scooter. Then from the window above us we heard the worst noise and I saw Chief of Police Harold Moldenhauer race up the stairs to stop it. Lucille said it was only 'Spike Hilgendorf and his left hand man, Rodger Butt, playing on their hour program. Across the street, paper boy Filter was yelling, so to quiet him I bought a paper. I almost dropped my Contact lenses when I saw that the editor of that paper was none other than Shirley Ormsby, and her chief photographers were john Dietrich and Michael Colegrove. The paper said Scientist Ervin Zimmermann was suing the paper for spelling his name with only one n, and another thing that caught my eye was that Betty Heidel had made her first stage performance in the musical hit, Miss and Tell, written by joan Muehleisen. Then Donald got a hunch that we might find some of our classmates in the deep South, so before I could give half a snore, we were skimming lightly over Alabama, Mississippi, and the rest of the southern states. On the beaches of Florida I saw a few of our class millionaires bathing in the sun. There was Bob Czisny, who made his million by making a bet on a horse race and winningp Delila Klug, who fan danced her way to her many millions, and Allen Leu, who won so many weight lifting contests that he was stopped by the President of the United States for fear he would lift the universe. In Mississippi, I saw plantation owner, Ed Frank, and his partner, Edgar Armbruster, making hay while the sun shone, and Walter Baehmann on the property next to theirs raising spuds, spuds and more spuds. From then on the kids were pretty scattered, there was Marilyn Quass in Maine running her old maid's home, Evelyn Grosse, now happily married in Ohio: Laurice Hoffmann, now working in Tennessee in a glue factory greasing the machinesg Winifred Weber and Dorothy Nieman in Missouri with their own program on TV, on 'Household Hints or Why Husbands Hate Spaghetti. In Wisconsin I found auto mechanics Liesen- BIHSS PHUPHEIIU berg and Lindsey, trying to make a twelve cylinder motor. And there I also saw Nancy Strande, Marlene Poertner, and Catherine Hofmann making Fancy Frocks for Fat Women. Marlene, of course, was the proprietor because she could make any figure look smaller than it really is. Passing over Texas, I saw Willard Grell and jeanne Roberts riding and breaking horses. In a secluded corner of Michigan I saw Helen Baehmann, a little gray with age, trying to sell her two thousand polkas that she had composed. All of a sudden the clouds covered my visiong I could no longer hear Donald's voice, and in a few minutes I was con- scious of my room and the clock on the dresser signifying one o'clock in the afternoon. I lazily reached out and shut it off very angry that it had to take me out of my dream. just then the phone rang and operator Nancy Berrall told me a long distance call was coming through from fifteen miles below the sea. Shocked I said hello and on the other end of the line were Clarence Verhaalen and Harold Suelflow, proving to me and the world that, with their diving bell fmade from grocery store cans and a little imaginationj, they had set a new record. After this shock I was so surprised I had to sit down. As I did so I turned on the radio and heard the football game between Stecker's Strongheads and Wernecke's Wigglers. Since I was for both teams, I turned the radio to a different station because I didn't want either one to lose. On station S-UAC-K-E-R, I heard the beautiful voice of Perry Wirth singing Bibbity, Bobbity Boo, to his feminine partner, Patsy Melby, whose sing- ing specialty is baby talkr Seeing I was going out in the evening I called Karthauser, the Florist, for some petunias, but they were out of season, so I had to settle for dandelions, Vivian Herrmann, Mr. Kart- hauser's secretary, said business was so low she had to sell kisses with each flower. Going downtown, I stopped at the news office and got the morning paper, joyce Gennrich very accom- modatingly gave it to me and said to look on page five for some real news. I tore the paper open to this page and there in 8 xl0 was a picture of Chic Wittenberg and below it I saw that Chic now knew all the secrets of the universe and that he was heavily guarded day and night by fifty men, so that the secrets could not be discovered by Einstein, who was very jealous. Rosemary Lennartz and Mary jacobs then raced up to me and told me in their usual confusing manner that their imitation act of the local people won first on a talent show and that in a week they would be on their way to Hollywood to give lessons to Danny Kaye and judy Canova. Walking to the park I again picked up my paper and read that Carol jackson was now the second best lady wrestler in the world and to myself I congratulated her. As I read on I saw she had the crown taken from her by jean Heuser. As I was sitting there, I noticed two women playing with little children. Not wanting to disturb them I walked on reading my paper as I went. Absent- mindedly I sat down on ci bench. Ouchl Get off me, someone said, and as I looked around there was Laverne Eickstedt. She told me her dancing show wasn't going too well. She had no place to sleep and at every performance she was dismissed blecacusde mentalist, Marjorie Grosser, got more applause than s e 1 . After a little chat with Laverne, I went to the Dickmann and Boerner Beauty Salon to have my hair dressed for the evening, and who was sitting next to me under the dryer. but Dorothy Schoessow, who had finally, after many years of study, taken over Emily Post's job. Walking home slowly, I remembered that I had some shop- ping to do so I stopped at a store for a can of Pork and Beans and a jar of Dill Pickles which were a top seller because they were made by the world renowned Prochnow Pickle Com- pany. As I proceeded home, I passed the La Flex Lonely Hearts Club and Donetta greeted me cheerfully. When I ar- rived at the entrance of my hotel, Donald Volkmann, the door- man: said hello and manager Glenn Moegenberg gave me my keys, The elevator boy took me up to my room on the roof. l was about to leave when he said, Why Doris Beyer! Don't you recognize me? Turning around I said, Well, Lee Krueger, hello! ' .A little embarrassed I said goodbye and entered my room-I just had to get a few more hours of sleep. I

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