Jefferson High School - J Yearbook (Jefferson, WI)

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Senior Class Will Heron Ambrose leaves his ability to think correctly to Walton Dickhoff. .Loretta Ambrose leaves her wavy hair to Ruth Turner. Elvira Bienfang leaves her longing for Fort to Genevieve Hance and Florence Miller. Margaret Biwer leaves her silent tongue to Irene Markert. Merrill Deesh leaves his much-loved English tests to Richard Hennen. Alice Draeger leaves her saxophone to Frieda Schroedl. Florence Fandrei leaves here ninety averages to Lorraine Sayre. Edna Fleming leaves her ability as a cheer leader to Margaret Copeland. Margaret Griffin leaves her recitations in History to Mildred Scheppert. Donald Gruel leaves his beloved Physics problems to Francis Moldenhauer and George Raithel. Bernice Gruennert leaves her high marks to June Herro. Roy Haag leaves his tuba to Adrian Rauber. Regina Haferman leaves her Ford to Joyce Hildebrandt. William Herro leaves his ability as a football player to Ray Hamann. Paul Hibbard leaves his short hair-cut to Henry Kroening. Lyle Kiesling leaves his ability for talking and love of oratory to Bob Free. Gladys Krusing leaves her good ( ?) behavior to Marion Beck and Edith Miller. Marie and Mildred Lenz leave their insperarable looks to Bob Auerbach and Willard Sell. Leslie Ley leaves his style of locomotion to Anna Fay Muck. Claude Liebel leaves his ability to make himself comfortable to Ivan Hauben-schild. Marion Lucas leaves her quietness to Russel Turner. Veronica Luther leaves her stylish ways to Dolly Stroebel. Robert Malwitz leaves his love for history to Lynn Kuhn. Woodrow Mistele leaves his red hair to Joe Betzold. Ruby Naedler leaves her art ability to Helen Fiechter. Paul Nass leaves his job as Editor-in-Chief of this wonderful book to Stuart Schilling. Dolores Neuer leaves her musical ability to Bob Laatsch. Marvin Newton leaves his cartoons to Irving Fornecker. Shirley Nevins leaves her stylishness to Heseltine Fay. Helen Niebler leaves her bashfulness to Gertrude Bender. Eleanor Oettmeier leaves her love for Fort boy friends to Anna and Evelyn Endl. Evelyn Otto leaves her dancing feet to Marion Borchardt. Arthur Pitterle leaves his love for the fairer sex to Aaron Aumann. Alice Popp leaves her ability to ask questions to Marie Fornecker. Virginia Ree leaves her trombone to Lois Eckert. Edward Richards leaves his tininess to Homer Shaffer. Clifford Roessler leaves his love for mathematics to Margaret Trandel. Dean Sayre leaves his shyness to Bob Morgan. Eddie Schakelman leaves his ever-present smile to Earl Kortmann. Norma Schilling leaves her ways to Alma Zahn and Verona Wilcox. PAGE TWENTY THIiEE

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Senior Class .1 list ory September seventh marked the beginning id' the last year of our high school career, which was overloaded with a combination of work and play. When we entered our Alma Mater way back in '£!) we were considered minors and as being plenty green, hut through the years we have been steadily climbing tlie ladder of progress until now we are supposed to be the major division of the student body. Of course, not all who started with our class as Freshmen have been able to reach this goal, but that number is comparatively small and with our reinforcements from Home and Sullivan we have about as large a class as when we started. 'Phe members of our class have been very active in sports and other activities of our school. Our football letter men are Liehel, Ley. Deesh. Gruel. Emil, Malwitz, Mistele. Herro. Many other boys were on the squad, but did not have enough ability to make ttie team. On the varsity basketball team we placed Herro, Hibbard. Mistele, Strasbnrg, and were also well represented in the intramurals. 1 have also been told that the girls of this class have been very successful in the G. A. A. The class is quite well represented in the High School Hand and Glee Glubs. We are also quite proud to say that our class was the first ever to attempt putting on a junior class play, which turned out to be a howling success. 'Phe outlook for the senior class play should be quite bright and. thus far, the “J” seems to be up to par. Summing up the lour years. 1 think that we have come up to the high standard set by our preceding graduating classes, and I think that we will all feel slightly blue when, this spring, we receive our sheep skins and leave our Alma M a ter. Lyle Kiesling. CAGE TWENTY TWO

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Herbert Schloesser leaves his weakness for Fort to Elmer Schiesl and Merlin Westph l. Lorraine Schoeller leaves her clarinet to Gwendolyn Gleichmann and Mildred Ludwig. Henry Schultz leaves his ability to get to Physics period as the bell rings to Floyd Lembrich Harold Stengel leaves his love to Ruth Tensfeldt. Stanley Strasburg leaves his basketball shoes to Norbert Griffin. Gwendolyn Stubbs leaves her high English grades to Alice and Mary Ann Fischer. Vida Uttech leaves her tallness to Betty Beck. Bemadine Wagner leaves her exceptionally black hair to Marie Fleming. Dolores Wegner leaves her bright ideas to Myrtle Dobratz. Margaret Weissmann leaves her popularity to Irene Berens and Lucille Barlow Hugo W’estphal leaves his spectacles to Merlin Hetts. Evelyn Winters leaves her good-naturedness to Lucille Beck. Loraine Zimmerman leaves her sense of humor to Esther Eben. Seniors Seniors, ah. the name implies Wisdom, dignity, and awe; And to the obscure lower classmen It contains a hint of law. It seems the time will never come Till one becomes a Senior, too. But when that fateful time arrives One feels a little lone and blue. We think back to those happy days Of Freshman. Sophomore, Junior years. And even though we may deny it We come extremely close to tears. Then comes our Graduation Day. And we are proud but somewhat blue, And with diplomas held in hand We leave the dearest school we knew. We’re out to face the cruel, hard world. Our schooldays now are past and gone. And even when we’re old and gray Still fondest memories linger on! Dolores Neuer. Mr. Stewart! As I sit by the fireside musing And dreaming of days gone by, A figure looms up in the distance Of a person so quiet and shy. And that lone, bashful figure. Brings tender memories to me, Of Algebra and Geometry, It’s Mr. Stewart, don’t you see? —Veronica Luther. PAGE TWENTY-FOUR