Delavan Darien High School - Era Yearbook (Delavan, WI)

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Music to “Why Don't You Believe Me?” We’re Seniors and now we say, Wre wish we were back; Back in all the classrooms Of our Freshmen days. We’ll miss you dear teachers And students as well; We’ll miss all the fun we had Durin6 all of these years. Here we were angels and devils, (mostly devils) Here is the place where we learned. All of the knowledge we now know That we shall always keep. Wre bid you good-bye dear friends We’ll see you again, We now have graduated From old Darien High. Words by Betty Boniface 21

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Class Poem ‘Graduation’ We have slaved and prayed to reach this goal We have worked and played so far, as a whole. But now we must part and go our way Can we ever gain back this one last day? How short the years seem to us now We knew we’d make it, not quite sure how. Way back in ’49, when we started out How simple our life was we cannot doubt, lo parties and dances we made our way How grateful to classmates we cannot say. Even our teachers will miss us, I'm sure, Will we ever forget our Washington tour? Our lockers will welcome a new load of junk From another class who thinks neatness is bunk. But all in all we have done our best And we’re ready now, for life’s own test. . 20 Words by Evelyn Kelly

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Senior Prophecy On May 25. 1963. I was speeding along highway 15 when one of my jet motors frizzed out. I hopped out of the car and started walking toward Darien. A shiny Cadillac whizzed past me then screeched to a stop. A beautiful blonde stuck her head out of the window and waved to me. 1 recognized Joyce Martin, my old classmate. 1 hopped into her car and sank six inches in fur upholstery. Joyce laughed and said Oh dear. 1 told Ray three inches of mink would be enough. Then it came to me. Joyce had married Ray Orentas and their mink ranch was prospering. Joyce told me she had three children and was very happy. We arrived in Darien and drove to the home of Ronnie Wheeler. It was located on a hill west of town. As we walked into the house who should greet us but Margery our old pal. She said she married Ronnie so she wouldn't have to change her name. She and Ronnie were kept busy between here and Hollywood with Marge's horse Tony, a star in westerns and Ronnie as the new romantic rage of movies. We went into the spacious living room, there we saw a familiar bunch of faces. Dorothy Hohenfeldt was perched on the piano singing a popular tune while Lois Albright played. We all gathered around and were singing the Old Darien Loyalty when we heard the golden tone of our mascot. Petunia, being played by Betty Boniface now a minister’s wife. When we had finished singing everyone started talking at once. So I said let's all sit down and take turns telling about ourselves. Nancy Tremaine started off by telling us of her prospering marriage bureau located in Whitewater. The door slammed and in walked Don Hayes with his wife and twins, his story was right before our eyes. They sat down and Charlotte Wilday. now Mrs. Papcke began to tell us of her gift shop located in Palmyra. A siren blowing outside made us all jump to the window and we saw Stella Kroeze dressed in her nurse's dress stepping from an ambulance. She leaped over the rose bushe6 and dashed into the house which showed she still had her old pep. Breathlessly she told us how she and her husband who is a doctor were building a hospital in town. Pretty soon a young man in a uniform came up the walk, we all gasped for it was Dick Radtke of the U. S. Air Forces. He told us he was making the service his career. We had just settled down again when in walked two galmorous gals who indentified themselves as Diane Vorpahl and Betty Wilkins. They had just arrived from New York where they were employed as fashion models. It was getting late and we were getting ready to go down town for our reunion dinner when in came Clarke Parker. He told us he had been busy with a sick dog at his veterinary office. We all laughed and proceeded to the Flamingo Club. There we ran into none other than Mrs. Gosso our old class advisor. She was glad to see us and we invited her to be our guest of honor as we sat down to our dinner of frog legs at last! Oh yes, my husband was at home in Delavan taking care of our triplets.