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

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a few flips of my wings, and I was well balanced again. 'That made me become astounded? There in the pilots seat was LeRoy Busch,and I had thought that Busch was going to be a business man. Edging closer to the window, I could hear him speaking to the four walls. Pilot Busch-calling President Hopewell. Pilot Busch-calling President Hopewell. President Hopewell? This is test-pilot Busch. How is the reception? There was then a slight pause as Test pilot Busch listened. He had no earphone on nor did he push or pull any plugs. He then began speaking again. I've gone up 45,000feet and can still hear you. Do you get me? I'll go up another 2,000. After a few minutes he went up, received a message from Hopewell and began a descent. Endeavoring to save my energy I rode to oarth with him, and we landed in a large airport near San Francisco. That evening extras were being sold in exorbitant quantities. Radios blared news of a now invention made by the President of the United Airlines, Miss Nelda Hopewell. Then the full impact of the situation rushed in upon me, Nelda Hopewell was a scientist and the first woman to convene with those in the air. I didn't know it was the Nelda Hope-well of Oakfield, Wisconsin, because I knew that she had marriod, I found out later that she went under her maiden name only for business purposes. As there was little to find out about the 1941 graduates in San Francisco, I decided to go directly to Okfield. Oakfield had changed very little in sire. It must be destined to remain a village. This was my second dav on oarth, and I h ad already found news of three classmates, It was about four fifte-n O'clock when I flew into the drugstore. The druggist hod just filled a prescription for a customer and then wont to wait on soma of the Mph-school girls and boys at tho soda fountain. That druggist looked verv familiar, but I couldn't place him in my memory. When the 'kids' started calling him Ryan. Gordy, and V einor, I know that I had found another classmate. He wr.3 still the same laughing, joking, hoppy, Gordon Ryan. It raado mo happy to think that Gordon had made a success of himself, but it didn't surprise me, for Gordon was intelligent and had a pleasing personality, Mr. Ryan seemed a great favorite with all the kids. One boy about fifteen years of age seemed to have a special interest in him. He invited Gordon to come home with him for that night. After deliberating for a few minutes I decided that I'd risk losing some of my precious time and go along. We got into the lad's automobile and whizzed past farms until we came to one near the Campgrounds in Byron. We drove up to a farmhouse and were met by a girl of about ton years. She greeted the two men and took them into the house, I followed behind unseen. In the living rooih was a man and a woman. Gordon went right to them and said, Hi, Bob. Hello Dot,'' Sure enough. It wa n't hard to see that they were happily married, and by the appearance of their homo I know they were quite prosperous farmers. As I was quite tired, I dozed every now and then,(Yes, even snirits need sleep) but f’-om snatches of conversation, I heard LaVerne Hanna's nane mentioned in connoction with the stago. They said something About tomorrow nivht was to be tho first night on the Fond du Lac stago. I put two and two together and decided to soe