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

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-THTi 11 ir i • jBftwi' in-' iiirr“ifit X 2SS$9E for myself. . Tho third dev of my 'jisit found me on my way to Fond du Lac. As I was skirting the tops of somo troos, I hoard a familiar voice that sounded liko sonoono trying to comfort a child. Sinco there was only a little red schoolhouco in sipht, I dropped down to that. Thoro I found her, one of my best friends, trvinm to stop a child from crying. Justine used ovory way she could think of to quiet hor young .pupil. First she triod to reason with him, ’out even I, who hadn’t gone to teacher's college know that it was difficult to reason with such a small child. Then she tried to bribe him but to no avail. I would havo laughed aloud, if it hadn't been against spiritual rules, whon she took him over her knee and administered a spanking. This 3eemed to be an opportune moment for my departure,and I left with tho child's wills ringing in my ears. Arriving in Fond du Lac I wont to the theatre immediately. In big letters I saw the nomo-Snlly Brown. I overheard one nan say--------Yes , 3he's really LaVcrnc Hanna, and her homo town is Oakfield. Most people know her by her screen nano-Sally Brown, Perched on the rail in the balcony I saw LaVorue porform. She had reached stardom through her dancing and was now tho dancing star of tho picture. During tho sport flashes I found out what bad happened to Dale Bur-loton. His was an athletic career. There on the screen was a picture of Dalo as ho was catching a 'fly ball' in left field while ploying with the New York Yankees. I was certainly glad to know that he was in the work he enjoyed the most. For two days after this I couldn't find out what had happened to Jeanette Coon and Billy Cook. Thoy were the only two unaccounted for. I received no satisfaction about them in Oakfield oo I traveled on. I went south to Florida and Texas, and still thore was no news. I only had one day left, what was I to do? Tho day was hot, and I became very warm and stopped at a roadside cafe. To my joy I found Jeanette Coon. Her husband was proprietor of the cafe. Jeanette was busy baking the home-ma'-’e pies that be sold to his customers. Fven though it would got me in to trouble with the saints,I couldn't resist playing a joko on Jeanette. She was cutting the pics into wedges, and I picked one pie and. started off wits it, Becauso s e couldn’t soe me,she thought the pie was bewitchod for 1ts being able to move without help, 'ith hor hands above hor head she r n '■creaming from t o kitchon. I’ve been wondo' in if Joanette over wont back to hor kitchen. There was no more time for me on the earth. I was duo back homo at nine O'clock. Hy trip hod boor, vory satisfactory except for my not boing able to find. Billy Cook. I put on all my speed, for ny trip was drawing to a close. It was exactly throe minutes before nine as I flew into St. Peter’s door. He said thore was someone now in hoaven who said ho know mo. Ho wn3 waiting in tho next room. I walked in .and someono said,iP7oll son of-a-gunj You did got to hoavon. I'll be darned. And I ma.do it too in spite of everyono's saying that I wouldn't'.' I took another look and recognized Bill Cook. Yup , he sa.id, ;,I was in Boston demonstrating my now species of horses and the blame thing kicked me up hero. Now Billy and I a.ro waiting for tho rost of our classmates