Chilton High School - Tigerette Yearbook (Chilton, WI)

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 PROPHECY his wife, the former LEONA SCHMITZ. He sent me to pay my fine to none other than Judge EUGENE BITTNER, who called the grand jury to hear my case. The jury consisted of all former classmates, namely, DOLORES BEYER, KEN BOCK. DOLORES BURG, CYRIL DAUN, MILFORD HINTZ. DOLORES HOERTH, LUCILLE JANDREY, DOUGLAS JOAS, ARTHUR KOPF, RALPH NEUBER, EILEEN PORTMANN, and RONALD PRICE. Before my case went to court, I engaged a competent lawyer, namely, CECIL ARENZ, who was accompanied by his brilliant wife, JOAN McflUGII. The verdict was announced and I paid my fine. Just as I was about to walk out I had that queer feeling again. There I was in the midst of a large crowd, watching a Navy-Army football game. Glancing at my program. I recognized the names on both teams as some of my former neighbors, such as the coach for Navy, DON KEULER, and his capable assistant, TOM HORST. Who should be the Navy star? None other than RAY THEDE. Rlocking him was Army Star ARNO BRUCKNER, who was being cheered from the stands by his charming wife, YVONNE JENSEN, who was accompanied by Mrs. Krause, the former DORIS STEEN-PORT, wife of another Army star, ROGER KRAUSE. Other players on both teams included GEORGE PHILLIPS. RONALD OLBRICH, BOOBIE SCHAFF. DON SCHLEH, and GERALD SCHROEDER, who were being cheered on to victory by two peppy cheerleaders, PAT VOIGHT and AUDREY ALTEN. Manager of this large stadium was none other than JAMES WINKLER, who was financed by his wife, CAROL ZIEGEL-BAUER. After leaving the great game, our dear friend, ELAINE BUHL, invited us to her sorority tea being held at the “Hayton Opera House,” owned by MARY ELLEN VOGEL. As we entered, three charming hostesses came to meet us at the door. They were none other than our former classmates from Jericho, VALERIA GROESCHEL, COLEXIA HALFMANN, and BETTY RITZKE. As we were escorted to our seats, we caught a glimpse of quite a few of our friends who are now members of this outstanding sorority. Thev included such as LA VERNE DAUL, EILEEN WAGNER. MYRA SCHAEFER, GEORGIANNA ELD-RIDGE. JUNE DEMLER, and ALICE SALM. As we were about to sit down, we were surprised by one loud clash of music. As we looked around we caught a glimpse of MISS LOUISE SCHMAHL playing one of Bach’s famous selections to which MISS DOROTHY TOTH was singing “Sol-veigh” song. While on the stage appeared three charming chorus girls, ALICE FLUHR, MARGERY HERTEL, and DOLORES SCHABACH. After the entertainment, peanuts were served by ALICE NILLES and RITA SCHWARTZ. As we left, we thanked the organizer of this program, MISS SHIRLEY KUHN. (You may wonder what happened to JOAN MILLAY. Well, she quietly went insane while writing this class prophecy.) 19

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CLASS After slaving over six Chemistry problems and a pile of other homework, I decided it was time to struggle up to bed. After climbing a few steps, I suddenly began to feel queer. Instead of entering my room, I stepped into a beautifully equipped Chemistry lab. There, slaving over a hot Bunsen burner, I saw a figure. As I drew closer I recognized it as my former classmate, EUNICE AEBISCHER, now a leading figure in the science of Esterification. 'Eagerly bending over the solution of alcohol and acid, was her able assistant, ROSEMARY HEIMERMANN. Suddenly everything seemed to explode and I found myself driving down the Main street of an unfamiliar city. Feeling a bit shaken, I stopped at the nearest drug store. As I entered, it looked familiar. As the waitress came to take my order, I recognized her immediately as my former coworker, it was none other than BARBARA HEIMANN. Just as I was about to speak to her I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. Could it be, no, it was only RICHARD RADY, whom, I discovered later, was the owner of a large chain of drug stores. Standing behind the prescription counter was another ’48 graduate of CHS, DEXTER SCIIAUBS, the managing pharmacist. As I was drinking my bromo, I began to have that queer feeling again and, wham — before I knew it, I was driving down a lovely country road. As I rode along I saw many farms that looked quite familiar, such as the WENIG DAIRY FARM. Seeing that GREGOR used to be an old friend, ,1 decided to stop in for a minute. As I was driving up the lane, who should be fixing the fence, but GERALD BURG; handing him the hammer, was Mrs. Burg, the former DOLORES BRECKHEIMER. Near the house stood DONNIE SATTLER, former FFA president and now foreman on VVenig’s farm. As I parked the car, who should come strolling around the house but SEVERINA STEFFES, chief cook. I stopped and chatted for a few minutes, but suddenly I felt funny again, so I raced for the car, climbed in it, and before I knew it I was again driving the streets of an unknown town. As I was about in the middle of the street, the old crate started coughing and choking and finally stopped dead. I sat there and thought for a few minutes and finally reached the brilliant deduction that I was out of gas. Before I could open the car door, I heard a police whistle, accompanied by a deep voice calling, “All right, get going.” Before I had a chance to explain my predicament, a tall policeman was jerking open the door of my car. I looked up and found myself staring at Sergeant GERALD ROLLOFF. At the sound of the whistle another policeman had come rushing through the crowd. Who was it? Why it was AL ZIEGELBAUER, whom did you expect? All the commotion had attracted quite a crowd, including a reporter from the local paper, HELEN KING, formerly known as “Helen of Rantoul.” I tried to tell GERALD and AL I was out of gas but they rushed me over to the police station and told me I could spill it to the chief. As I walked into the door of the nolice station I saw a pair of long feet resting on the edge of a beaten-looking desk. The rest of the person was invisible through a thick screen of cigar smoke. As I cam closer I saw the owner of the feet, VERNON SKARKE. On the desk was a picture of 18

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Eunice Aebischer “Eunie” — Glee Club 4; Library Club 3, 4: Annual Staff 4; Drama Club 1; Journalism 3, 4; Prom Commit- lee 3; Senior Ball Commit-lee 4; Latin Club 2, 3, 4; Forensics 1, 2, 3, 4. One of the nicest girls we know. Cecil Arenz “Spider” — Industrial Club 4: FFA 1: G!ei Club 4; Mix'd Chorus 4; Annual Staff 3, 4; School PlSy 4; Basketball 2; Intramural Basketball 1, 2, 3. 4 fcrtt4rmen’s Club 3, 4: Tradk 2, 13, 4; Softball 1, 2, 3. 4; Forensics 3, 4; Art Club 3. 4: Homecoming Committee 4; Boxing 3, 4. Everybody listen — I’m going to ‘ no.V ‘Quickee” — Industrial Club 2, 4; Band 1, 2, 3, 4: Prom Committee 3: Senior Ball Committee 4: Class President 4: Student Council 4; Art Club 4; Homecoming Committee 4; Boxing 4. An all around fellow with a friendly way. Dolores Breckheimer Audrey Alten “Audie” — GAA 1, 2, 3; Drama Club 1; Prom Committee 3; Forensics 1. I always like school—the vacation part. Dolores Beyer “Louie” — FHA 2, 3, 4; GAA 2, 3, 4; Senior Bail Committee 4; Class Secretary 4; Student Council 4; Homecoming Committee 3, 4. She’s a quiet kind whose nature never varies, Bock Arno Bruckner Annual Staff 4; Band 2, 3, 4; Honor Society 1; Journalism 4: FHA 1, 2, 3. 4. Speech is great, but silence is greater. “Pete” — Industrial Club 1, 4: Glee Club 1: Band 1, 2; Basketball 1, 2; Football 1, 2, 3. 4; Lettermen’s Club 3, 4; Class Officer 1; Track 1. 2; Boxing 3. 4. All that I have learned. I’ve forgott n and all that I know I’ve guessed. 20