Oakfield High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Oakfield, WI)

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I had spent about a month floating above the Antarctic Ocean and h ad decided that it was time for me to return upon my mis sion.I had pulled my self together for a long flight when all at once I was caught by a terrific current of air and forced through space. My head vas whirling and it seemed as though I would be broken into bits should I ever strike a solid object, when all of a sudden I vas thrown in the opposite direction and then I came to a stop. Having regained my senses I sa! beneath me on the vast sheet of ice and snow a huge mechanical monster , a vivid baby blue and coral, and on the full wing spread in six foot letters WOakfieldU. Here I had decided to return to my birthplace and lo and be- hold it had been transplanted directly beneath me. As I held my place above this flying city I wonder what would take place. Everything seemed so serene and peaceful below as it had in those days when I had first came into being in that fair village. I saw the cabin door of the giant bird open and out stepped a tall angular man and at once I recognized the figure of Apollo as being none other than Harvey Dehring. He had piloted this mass of steel and wood to a safe landing. One of the large doors on the side of the monster opened and a huge pole at least 100 feet long,' was rolled out, Then a bale of canvas and ropes, pulleys, etc., were unloaded. My curiosity was getting the better of me as to what this all meant, Suddenly a blast from a horn, commands from a loud speaker, a whirr of motors and the huge pole was set in place, The Stars and Stripes unfurled at the very top and directly beneath a banner floating in the Anarctic breezed with WOakfield High School Expedition, Class of l94OW inscribed. I saw that the penguin's curiosity had also been aroused as they had gathered near, but I noticed someone carrying a large basket of fish began to feed them. I recognized Vera Buell. That day in the class room she had been shall of stature but now :she was a tall stately woman, endowed with a humanitarian expression upon her face. Hearing the soft purr of a giant snow sled emerging from the large door I floated closer to see who the driver might be as his parka. was hiding his face, As I gazed intently I noticed it was George Doyle and seated close beside him handling the intricate scientific mechanism was Lois Leiberg, With a spurt they were off and had I not taken heed and concealed mvself in a nook of one of the huge wings of the flying city I should have been carried along with the whirring clouds of snow that followed them, No sooner had the hum of their motors died away in the distance than I heard the faint strumming of an electric guitar with a soft resonant voice coming from within the flying monster,

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CLASS PROIHESY Nineteen hundred and forty was an important year in America. It was the year in which a great class was graduated from the Oakfield High School. And perhaps not less important, it was the year when I came into being in the labratory of that school, a cloud extraordinarily different from most clouds that had pre- ceded me. The youngster who saw me, when I was first formed,felt about me, just as those who see me for the first time today. One of my early lovers was a far-away- boy named Lester. He had been experimenting and as he banged the cover down on thehuth water in the kettle, I was formed and sailed high into the room. WAh! A cirrus cloud,N he said. As I hovered high in the corner of the room I decided that I would take it upon myself to watch this class and seemhat type of work they would pursue in later years. This dreamy, hazy boy, watched me as I loitered there and suddenly I felt being tossed about as a sharpWLesterH sent the air waves quivers ing about meg but no answer. ' ' 'Mmat's wrong with that boy, I wonder? You Lester!W No'answer. ' Mr. Heimerl, the schoolmaster, pulled his spectacles down and looked over them about the room, then he put them up and looked out under them. He seldom or never looked through them 5 they were his state pair, the pride of his heart and were built for Wstylen not service stove lids iust as well then said, not fiercely class to hear: V Hwell, I'll be---1 As they passed out alone and snatching up direction , hurried out -he could have seen through a pair of He looked perplexed for a moment and , but not loud enough for the rest of the ,a' Class dismissed,H of the room, Lester became aware of being his'books and,an NOK Pald cast in H my of the room. Twenty five years have passed since that day and many times have I fought to keep myself together. I have floated leisurely above the blue waters of the Pacific, been blown hither and yon by the gales in Alaska, sailed over the waring nations of Europe and watched the lovers on Hiami's moonlight beach. But always there was that one thought that I must see what those men and women were doing at the end of this period of years.

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Noiselessly I floated in through the onen door and near to where the strains of JThe Girl I Left Behind Men came from. As I drew nearer I saw Jacob Kordoske eentlv pluckina the strings and- yes orooning adlibitum this old familiar song. As soon as this song vas ended, his clear baritone voice led on with HI Want A Girlu. At this time a clear fluorescent light attracted my attent- tion and as I followed its rays I saw that it came from a large sign reading,URide In The Flying Car.NAs the passengers boardedl watched the conductor closelyg it was a lady, and I saw M rilyn Horning had proven her belief in Woman's Rights. A voice, unquestionably familiar came to me, as it said, WTO heck with your plying Car Marilvn, I am going out with my dog team,W and at once I knew it was Warren Erdmann with 16 huskies, harnessed to a sled with Rex in the lend. No sooner had they hit the trail than a putt, putt, greeted me. With a coughing and spitting of motor and then a Gentle purr of a motor cycleg a voice called out, WHey Jerry, you can't ride thatln But a defiant answer cfme back, 'Who says I can't , didn't I learn to ride a bike when I sold band tickets over at Lamart - ins? 'Wanna ride,Irish?W This was directed to her pal Betty Lou who was lugging a heavy portable typewriter and puffing-- and-- fuming both with rage and weariness, ' ' ,' HI'd like to, hut I've got to do this typing for Admiral Heimerl,W came the wistful retort. With a whirr, Geraldine vanished into the expanse of snow Over one of the amplifiers which had been in use came a distinct voice WCalling Dr. Burleton, Surgery g Calling Dr. Burleton, Survery, Hand at once I saw it was Anna Lee Cook.Ly- ing prone upon the stretcher was the fifnre of a mxn,cove ed fron head to foot vit' a bloody red. Just then Dr. Bnrleton entered lmmo has been painting in here?W he shouted. He gave the form on the stretcher a hasty examination and then burst into laughter. ' ' Wwhat bapnened Arden?Hasked he. ' WOh it's like this, vmile I was paintinf the stanchions down where we keen the cows and goats, Old Bess kicked over the paint bucket and I got it all over me. I ain't hurt but Miss Nelson the dietitian, had me sent up here,W answered Arden Roeske. I had not forgotten the voice coming over the amplifier and I next set out in search to see who was operating the radio.Up - on entering the room the greeting 'Hello America, this is Ruth Zills speakinr from the O. H. S. Expedition in Little America?W came to me. She then gave a thorough description of the surround- ing conditions which existed.