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

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Class Will fl We, the class of nineteen hundred and forty-six of Oakfield High School, Oakfield, Wisconsin, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. We leave: To the class of '47: Our ability to work together as a class. To the class of '48: Our ability to produce a finanically successful prom. To the class of '49: Our ability to do successfully anything we undertake. We will: To Mr. Clements: Success in all your future undertakings. To Mrs. Chicker: Lots of luck and success in everything you do in the future. To Mr. Sommer: Bigger and better bands in the years to come. To Miss Phillips: A quieter and more intelligent history class. As individuals we wish to dispose of our personal belongings as follows: Dianne Krause leaves her ability as a leader to Adaline Robbins and Rona Achterberg. LaVerne Kollman wills her ability to get to school and stay awake in class to Robert Wellnitz. Gordon Gruenwals leaves his giggle to Eugene Kaufman. Arlene Pfalzgraf leaves her ability to put out a successful annual to Idella Cook. Marcella Schmidt leaves her ability to play basketball to Betty Shrank. Gordon Launders wills his ability to play football and basketball to Robert Collien. James Powers wills his ability to get out of school all the fun there is to David Messner. James Powers wills his ability to get out of school all the fun there is to get to David Messner. Beulah Smith leaves her ability to keep quiet on all occasions to Tom Thelen and Willis Galleske. Rosalie Perry bequeaths her quiet ways to Merlyn Krueger. Ruby Geisthardt wills her blush to Myra Butler. To those we've omitted, sweet memories of O. H. S. Signed and sealed this twenty-second day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty-six, we do declare this document to be our last Will and Testament. Witnessed by: Marion Robbins Mary Achterberg Signed for the senior class by: | Jim Powers Gordon Launders

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£yeniol Class Histoi j One little, two little, three little acorns; four little, five little, six little acorns;—thirteen little, fourteen little, fifteen little acorns began their growth at Oakfield High School in September of 1942. To conduct our class affairs, we elected Carol Cragoe, president; Dianne Krause, vice president, and LaVeme Kollman, secretary-treasurer. We were pledged full-fledged high school members at the traditional initiation party at which the boys were dressed in nightgowns and the girls in men's pajamas. As freshmen we were well represented in extra-curricular activities, with nine out for band, four boys participating in basketball and football, and all the girls in G. A. A. The girls' skill in basketball won them the class tournament. We won the class honor roll each year until this system was discontinued. Mr. Kromery was our advisor during our freshman year. One little, two little, three little seedlings; four little, five little, six little seedlings;— eleven little, twelve little, thirteen little seedlings in an important manner entered our scphomore year in the fall of 1943. Marvin Kaufman was chosen president; Ruby Geisthardt, vice president, and Dianne Krause, secretary-treasurer. Francis Doyle transferred to Waupun, and Rosalie Perry joined us. Carol and Gordon L. were our student council representatives. We gave the initiation party, the highlight of our year. Tom, Marvin, and Gordon L. were on the football squad; Tom, in the starting line-up. The girls again proved their skill in basketball and again won the class tournament. Rosalie was cheerleader. Miss Lubbers was our advisor. One little, two little, three little, saplings; four little, five little, six little saplings;—eleven little, twelve little, thirteen little saplings were now occupying next to the last seats in the assembly. Our class officers were Gordon L., president; Beulah, vice president, and Carol, secretary-treasurer. Marvin, Gordon L., and Tom were joined in football by Gordon G. and Jim. A highlight of the junior year was the night on which Arlene, Ruby, and Carol, a newly formed trio, sang on the WTMJ Rumpus Room program. Carol won two firsts at the band tournament, clarinet and piano. Our prom, given on April 13, was planned to depict An Old Fashioned Garden. Tom and Beulah reigned as king and queen. Lianne was elected assistant editor of the Oakleaf, and Carol, assistant editor of the annual. Mrs. Chicker was our advisor. One big, two big, three big Oaks; four big, five big, six big Oaks;— eight big, nine big, ten big Oaks were now seniors and in a position to uphold the title of Oaks of Oakfield. Tom Paul Royer and Richard Gratzke are in the army; Tom, overseas, in Germany, and Dick in North Carolina. Class officers were Gordon L., president; Dianne, vice president; Arlene, secretary-treasurer. Both Carol and Marvin had transferred to high schools in Fond du Lac. Six seniors, Arlene, Dianne, Beulah, Marcella, Gordon L., and Gordon G., will be hard to replace in the band next year. Gordon L., is president of the student council. Beulah, Dianne, LaVeme, and Jim represent our class on the council. Mr. Clements acted as our advisor. We now close our life at O. H. S., but fond memories will always remain. Ruby Geisthardt and Beulah Smith f

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Glass Plopltecxj It was a bright sunny day on June 7, 1956. Arlene and I were in an apartment house overlooking New York City. I had just returned from Grand Central Station where I had said goodbye to my husband who was leaving for England. Arlene Pfalzgraf and I, the former Dianne Krause, left Oakfield after our graduation from high school in '46 and started a beauty salon in New York City. After being there for four years and having our own beauty parlor, the Dian-Red Beauty Salon, I married my high school sweetheart. Arlene, never having had any intentions of getting married, was still single- Now, gazing at the sights of New York, I thought of the many happy days spent in the small village of Oakfield. I began to wonder about the classmates who graduated with us, so I turned to Arlene and asked, What do you think about looking up our old classmates from Oakfield? We haven't anything else to do and we do need a vacation. Arlene replied, Why that would be wonderful; Ive been anxious to see them for years. The only classmates we knew the whereabouts of was Jim Powers, a captain in the army, stationed on the Fiji Islands. We would have liked to see him, but we knew it was impossible. We both were very proud of him. Our reservations for our trip were ready on June 18, at the Flying Dutchman Airport. As we boarded the plane, we both noticed the name on the plane, My Aching Back. Could it be??? No, it couldn't, but it was. There was Gordon Gruenwald stepping into the cockpit. After our first stop, at Cleveland, Ohio, we three had lunch together. We talked over good times and having a twelve hour lay-over, we went to the Cleveland Opera House to see the greatest ballet dancer in the word. Imagine our surprise when our charming former classmate, Rosalie Perry, came on the stage. After the show, we went backstage to see her, and she said she had married the producer of the show. Rosalie was very happy at being the main attraction of the show. We had to run to catch our train, so had to leave these friends. From Cleveland, we went to Chicago. We arrived there on Saturday night and had to stay over until Sunday afternoon. Being only a few blocks away from the Cathedral, we went to church early Sunday morning. We sat in the back of the church and couldn't see the pastor very well, but the voice seemed familiar, so after the beautiful service we waited outside the church, and, sure enough, along came Gordon Launders, and who was that at his side? Why, it was Ruby. After a brief chat, we found that Gordon and Ruby had been married two years after completing high school and had a little girl named Susie. Reverend Launders had to go to an important meeting, but Ruby invited us to dinner. We accepted, and during dinner learned that Marcella was teaching at the University of Wisconsin. Leaving the Launders' home, we headed for Madison.