Edgar High School - Edgar Echo Yearbook (Edgar, WI)

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I, I, I, I, I, L I, I, I, I, I, I, L I, I, I, 1, 1, I, I, I, of C LASS WILL Mable Artus, will my pretty blonde hair to Elaine Berg. Michael Cyzan, will my intelligence to Bob Schmidt. Lorraine Eberhardy, will my romantic moods to Betty Hornung. i Dorothy Feltz, will my flashy clothes to Myrtle Grosskreutz. Kenneth Klapel, will my daily candy to Wilfred Messemberg. Violegene Lepak, will my shortness to Irvin Halverson. Vivian Michalski, will my dancing ability to Verlyn Ross. Myron Niewolny, will my basketball ability to Philip Admaski. Carol Patefield, will my hunting ability to Luke Lang. Robert Nowitzke, will my blush to Robert Bergs. Merlin Paul, will my agricultural ability to Bob Ludkey. Phyllis saeho, will my A's to Katherine Felix. Raymond Socha, will my bashfulness to Gordy Fergot. Catherine Schoeder, will my ambition to Marion Eberhardy. Charlotte Sippl, will my cheering ability to Germaine Wagner. Margaret Syring, will my complexion to Arlene Muller. Duaine Ukert, will my likeness for Sophomore girls to Kenneth Straub. Katherine Umnus, will my good taste in clothes and strut to Lannie Kaiser. john Warosh, will my Wausau ababesv to john joswiak. Orville Wetterau, will my argumentary ability to whomever can use it. Sylvia Wisnewski, will my slimness to Nancy Schulz. In Witness Thereof, we have set our hands and seal this twenty-fourth day May, in the year of Our Lord, Nineteen-Hundred and Forty-four. Class of 1944 Violegene Lepak

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Oh's and Ah,s from the delighted audience. As they neared our side of the room and I recognized the faces of Mable Artus and Duaine Uekert, I all but swooned in the nearest chair I could find. This was going a little too far! When the dance was finished, Carol and I went back on deck where he cautioned me to steady myself while he related the rest of the story of the class of 1944. He said that there would be a wedding aboard the ship on the marrow and wanted me to know before hand so I could come prepared. Vivian Michalski, the noted woman C.P.A. and Kenneth Klaped, the famous lawyer were to join hands in the ceremony of Holy Matrimony. Violegene Lepak, the designer of the clothes Margaret modeled, was to be Maid of Honor while Merlin Paul, the great scientist was to be Kenny's best man. We stopped at a small island in the West Indies the day after the wedding. The boys explained that the stop was made on every trip and the passengers were free to go ashore and have a good time if they wished to do so. When all I could see was a tiny fishing village, I asked where they went to have their good time. Carol laughingly replied that he didn't know where the rest went but if we cared to come along he'd show us how he spent his day. A station wagon awaited us when we hit shore and fifteen happy Edgarians climbed in. Margaret solemly expressed the desire to know where we were going but was answered only with sly grins and knowing nods. We traveled for about five miles, then turned up a long winding lane and stopped in front of a spreading one-story house. The livelier of the group whooped out of the bus and dragged a laughing Chuck from the house. I met her on the verandah. Having been prepared for almost anything, I wasn,t even surprised when she told me that she owned every acre of land within sight, nor was I surprised when Bob Novitzke strolled around the corner of the house. Chuck explained that he was the overseer of her sugar plantation. Seeing that we had practically the whole Senior Class present, I took roll-call and found that Sylvia and Mike Cyzan were missing. Every one was excited and talking like chattering blue jays but I managed to find out that Mike was the pilot of a large plane and that Sylvia was stewardess on the same plane. They were working for United Air Lines and could not manage to be present for our little gathering. 1 Lorraine Eberhardy was also absent. I certainly wish that she could have joined us. She probably would have gone back to England and told her friends that we all had a ajolly good time, as Englishmen will say But then, I don't blame her for not com- ing. A little cottage in Dover is so much more peaceful than an apartment in New York or a plantation in the West Indies. I'll be in England sometime in july so I'll tell her a,1l about it then. Here's hoping she doesn't let the children get the meas1es'till after I rn gone. Phyins

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