Goodman High School - Echo Yearbook (Goodman, WI)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the senior class of '48 bequest: Agnes Jankowsk1's Polish spirit to Joe Horyze Jr., and Lorraine Dyckowsk1's gigsles to Mary Ankley. Let's see if you can change that laugh, Mary. U' Dorothy Pawlowsk1's deese, dems, dose and de oddei' tinge' ge to Mrs. Russell. I Dorothy Petersen leaves her privilege of coming late and leaving early to Bill Draxler. Now, you can come as late as you please. John Schram leaves his 'bucket of boltsn, his car, to the kids from 'Ten Acresn. Bill will really need Dorothy's privilege now. Walter Robokoff's recording of nCool Watern goes to Iner. falter loves this song so take good care of it. Victor Kobv1arz's violating ability goes to Roger Lotto. with the law on vour side, Rog, you'1l be sitting pretty. B111 Hoff wills his beard to Donald Hawley. Never be seen with less than half an inch of fuzz, Donald. Julie Gudow1cz's bossiness goes to Ioan Heissl. Let's see if you can run the band as well as she did. Anton Iatla leaves his shyness to Joe Gudowicz. Just think how att- ractive vou'd be if you were as quiet as he is. Eddie Wvsocki bequests his even temper to Neil: now maybe you'll be able to take s little kidding, Neil. John Yrozek's ability to get 1's in Chemistry goes to Marvin Teterssn. We hope you will do as well as he did. Charlotte Hetfeld's record of a letter a day goes to console Patsy' Smitham. Could be he doesn't love you, Pat? Jackie FcGregor's ability +o love 'em and leave 'em goes to Betty Richards. Marge Shively willing a 'oris Klahn's Doris Oshkosh ette and Why don't you try it? wills her height to Vargie Gilleski. We know this is lot, but large feels she can do nicely without it. brisk wall 'oss to Tommy Helton. 'Nuff said. leaves all the rocks in Marinette County to Mr. Bisson- his geography classes. Jeanette Nuszkeivich leaves her Tlong' hair to Howard Hawley. Why don't you try the 'new looku in haircuts, Howard? Frances Wood wills her record of tardiness to Agnes Olson who must be tired of arriving a seven-thirty anyway. Shirley Eoughton's smile of beauty goes to Ronald Cassidy. How's that? Leola Ebert leaves her brown hair to Ronnie Kirkpatrick. Same shade of brown, too. Marv Jane Aysr's literary ability goes to Mary Lundberg. Use it to lake your letters more interesting for us to read, Mary. Agnes Jensen happily wills her supply of typing behind bookshelves to Miss Krause's future Stanley Sopkowicz wills his self-satisfied grin Carol Graetz wills her ability to satisfy it to ITBBBPB and paper hidden typing classes. to Dickie Miller. Gloria Swanson. And Robert Toth wills his manlv stance to Wayne Vogels, but you've got to grow into it, Wayne. Compliments of the Goodman Store

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CLASS PROPHECY Dreams are strange things. One never knows what one is gping to see, or whom one ls going to meet. Take my dream of last night for example, I must have had my senior classmates on my mind because they 'Srl the S016 Subjects of my dreams. I tell you about it, and I'm sure you, too, will find shall take this opportunity to it strange. The first place I visited ski, busy with comb and brush curls were her pride and Joy. to my surprise I saw Jeanette was Chicago where I accidently met Lorraine Dyokow- fixing hair in a fashionable men's salon. lMud's f Next I stopped in one of the local breweries, and uszkiewicz sitting on the boss's lap! N Just for the sake of killing time, I look up another old friend, the former Dorothy Pawlowski, who always wanted to be a seamstress. She was sewing all right ---shirts for her husband and the nine little ones. Just after leaving her little two-room bungalow, I saw a large truck go by with the lettering 'Star's Bar ---- the Place Where The Wines Are Fresh, Stale, Sweet and Sour.' Nol, that could be none other that my old pal, Stanley Sopkowicz. I stopped in to talk over old times, and who should I see, but a sharp-looking girl at the end of the bar singing 'Sleepy- Time Gal.' This, of course, was J'aok.1.eMCG1'9801'. that 511181118 Stal' Of SCNUH and radio. I happened to glance over to a corner booth, and to my astonishment recog- nized Victor Kobylarz and Bill Roff having a few quick ones before taking off once fOr' more for the 'golden west.' From there they were off to Alaska to make their tune, Having never seen the University of Chicago, I rode out tnereg and being ious, I sat in on one of the lecture. Imagine my surprise when the professor cur- came e. the world. Strol- slogan wasg 'Too who was doing ad- ours. we talked a out and gave everyone a big smile ---- having lost his bashfulness It was Anton Fatla, whose recent theory of evolution has shocked ling about the campus, I noticed a billboard being painted. The Long Hours Bring More Sours', and there painting was John Mrozek vanced work at the U. He had always been against long working h along the lin while, and he said that he'd like to show me something interesting. we went to an experimental lab and found Charlotte Hetfeld preparing the weekly diet for guinea- pigs, campus masccts, and professor's pets. She always had wanted to tell others what to eat. From here a short walk took us to the dental clinic to say 'Hello' no Shirley Houghton wno as a dental hygenlst was busy mixing a 'little of this and some of that' for those flashy gold fillings that adorn the mouth of Miss Carol D. Graetz. leading From here was on was held Ebert massaging being realized. on my shoulder, to see Robert To Chicago educator and reform leader. th in the uniform of the state police. Leaving my dream took me up the North Shore toward Milwaukee. The train I up due to a car accident and behold! To my surprise, I found Leola sore and torn muscles. Her childhood dream of physical therapy was I was doing my best to ease the suffering when I felt a firm hand and a gruff, masculine voice told me to rest awhi t le. I glanced up he accident, we proceeded to Milwaukee. when we pulled into the station, a familiar voice thund- ered, 'This way out. Watch your parcels.' Yes, indeed, it was Walter Robokoff. Leaving the train, I went down to the offices of Doctors Sore, Healed, and Better, where. I was greeted by their charming receptionist, Frankie Wood. we had to sit down and have a little gab fest, of course, and she told me there was an office down the hall where I'd find another old friend. So I dashed down the hall to find Doris Klahn industriously filing--not business papers as she should have-- but her fingernails. A tall figure dashed past me in the hall. At second glance, I recognized Dorothy Petersen gathering up all the pencils for her daily trot to the sharpener. After several hours stay, I again boarded a north-bound train. At one of the smaller stations, I heard a very noisy crowd get on the train--they were young and perhaps to be excused. Two boys came whooping down the asile hit- ting anyone at will. They were on to the other car before their nurse-maid could catch her breath and take up the chase. A lean and lanky form came'charging down the aisle, Marge Shively, of course. I knew the boys had no chance of escape. I finally arrived in Goodman, and set out to see th! friends left around the town I knew so well. A new one room school house had been erected a short lay out of town. The teacher in charge of the forty-five little rascals was Agnes Jensen. And, the janitor was none other than John Schram ably assisted by Eddie Wysocki. Tstopped at a farmhouse on my way back to the 'metropolitan' area to get water for my radiator. Who should I find discussing the low price of eggs, but Mrs. Stec, the former Doris Oshkosh and Adolph's blushing bride, Agnes Jank- owski. I say down for a friendly chat, when I happened to see Julie Gudowioz go riding by on her bike. She was axlously awaiting wally's next vacation. She was sure he would pop the question this time! I left shortly after, and started towards town. I hadn't gone very far when I noticed a tumble-down shack. Curiosity got the best of me and I stopped. Here I found a stooped, ancient-looking person, busily tapping away on a delap- itated typewriter, trying in vain to finish her dynamic novel---not yet named. She was Pearl Buck's arch rival, Mary Jane Ayer. At this point I woke with a Jump. I couldn't imagine where I was. It had all seemed so real. I wonder if it really was true. Thev all seemed to be following up their life ambitionsg S0 maybe dreams are not so foolish after all.