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

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Glass Prophecy May 23, 1957. It seems ages since Don and I left the good old U. S. A. to spend some time in the land of the Scandinavians. Yes, after graduation from O. H. S. just ten years ago today, we sailed from New York to visit and work in Sweden and Norway. . . . And now we are again back to the land we call ours and to the little village of Oakfield. While our experiences overseas were very eventful, it was that part of the trip which brought us from New York to Oakfield that proved most fascinating. If you’ll listen you can guess the reason. After landing at New York harbor, we bade goodbye to the stern old captain, assured him that we should pester him no more and then proceeded to inventory the big East Coast city. The sights were many and the day soon turned into night as we marched down Broadway. Suddenly Don stopped, and unpolitely pointing his finger commanded me to read the lights up ahead—“Featuring Willie Galleske and His Orchestra” was the information the sign con-veved to the anxious public. Our little boy. Willie, apparently had made the best of his fine musical talent and we were both eager and proud as we hustled to the theatre to be an audience to our old schoolmate. We sat through a remarkably fine performance and then hastened to greet our friend back stage. We were indeed glad to see Willie and the feeling was mutual. He insisted upon our staying another day, so that he might take us around the metropolis. Except for a slightly enlarged waist line, Willie had changed but slightly. The following day we left New York without informing our musical friend that for financial reasons we should be obliged to passing traffic for our transportation—yes, we had to hitchhike. Our luck was good—yes, very good, for it was but a short time that a big truck came violently down the pavement—threw its brakes vociferously into operation and the big van came to a halt at our sides. “Roger Ogle, Long Distance Hauling, Truck No. 21” was stenciled on the side of the long transport and we pinched ourselves lest we be dreaming. Could it be—yes, that is precisely who it was—an- other classmate—Yes! Roger had but to say a word and we were assured that it was he whom we last saw at commencement exercises in Liberty Hall, May, 1947. We promptly lunged into the truck, shook hands meaningfully and then were off in a whirl of smoke with old truck No. 21. Between gasps (Roger hadn’t changed an iota) we managed to set forth a few inquiries, and became informed that Stanley Bird had been elected U. S. Senator at the last election and was really doing things in the chambers of Congress. You remember, he was quite an extemporaneous speaker even in high school. After about a 350-mile trip with Roger, Don and I had to take leave because truck No. 21 was to become southward bound. Our luck from there to Chicago was anything but good. The details of that part of the trip we shall omit for the sake of brevity. In Chicago we were again at better odds with dame fortune, for in our attempt to get information about bus connections, we met a short, husky, loquacious fellow serving on the police force. He was giving a certain madam a terrific reprimanding when he recognized us and burst into a thunderous acclamation. (We never did find out what happened to the madam.) The copper was Merlyn Krueger. We really did see the city of Chicago, both the inside and the outside—the better parts and the worse parts. After completing our tour of the windy city, Chub took us to meet one of the bus drivers whom he thought we might like to see. That bus driver happened to be Bob Wellnitz. It so happened that Bob was on the drive to Milwaukee and so we took the first seat behind the driver’s seat and chatted with Bob all the way to Milwaukee. He told us he was happily married and the father of two children, that he liked his work and soon expected to be stationed at Detroit, Michigan. It was but a short time and we were in Milwaukee and we then left Bob. And so here we are back in the fair village, imbued with that sense of satisfaction that the old hen has when she is sure her whole flock is in good care. We hope that such will be the case from here on in for one and all. Incidentally, we are looking for a job. Page 6

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Class ’Will K The State of Wisconsin Fond Du Lac County U. S. A. We, the senior class of nineteen hundred and forty-seven, of Oakfield High School, and as we bid farewell to the school, the faculty and the fellow students, hereby make our last will and testament. To the class of '48 our ability to get work done in a hurry (but, it did take us four years). To the class of '49 our brains and our high scholastic average. To the class of '50 our ability to spend money, and a treasury to back them. To Mr. Vandehey, another class of genii, and the best of luck. To Miss Phillips, another senior class of all boys. To Mr. Droegkamp, we will a winning football team and a championship basketball team. As individuals we wish to dispose of our personal belongings, as follows: Bob wills his bass horn to David Messner. Stanley wills his musical ability to Douglas McLean. Dick will his knowledge of motorcycles to Lyle Collien. Roger leaves his he-man build to Maynard Chadwick. Willis leaves his ability to argue his way out of things to Robert Collien. Merlyn wills his ability to be well-behaved to Joe Luttenberger. Don wills his ability to catch girls to Wahoo. Reiser. To those who were left out, best wishes and we hope you will enjoy your remaining years as much as we have. Signed, Sealed and Delivered this 12th day of March, 1947. We declare this document to be our last will and testament. WITNESSED BY: Gerald Geisthardt SIGNED: Richard Jerabek Donald Fisher Page 5

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% % Annual Staff We chose the editor of the annual last fall as the assistant editor of last year did not come back to school. Willis Galleske was chosen to fill this position. Joyce Culver was then chosen by the student body to be the assistant editor. Roger Ogle was chosen business manager, and Don Fisher was chosen as his assistant. We had anticipated some difficulty in getting a company to publish our yearbook, but were pleasantly surprised when such difficulty didn't occur. The National School Paper Press of Grand Rapids, Michigan, was selected to do the publishing. Senior Cl a ss f?lay On May 2, 1947, the Senior Class Play was held at Liberty Hall. The play was under the direction of Miss Phillips, who did a very nice job of handling a large cast effectively. Because of the scarcity of the number of Seniors, especially girls, underclassmen participated in the play. The name of the play was Bottoms Up and had the following cast: George Harper ..........................................Robert Wellnitz Billy Drake ....................................................Stanley Bird Bulge Doolittle ..................................................Roger Ogle Miss Cartwright .......................................Levelda Stafford Linda Howard ....................................................Carita Ogle Dotty Wilson .................................................Charlotte Cook Connie Bishop ...........................................Joyce Culver Betty Warren .............................................Myra Butler Dixie Len ................................................Joan Culver Dean Page ...............................................Betty Lovejoy Algernon Higgins .........................................Willis Galleske Julia Edwards ...........................................Olive McClain Kate Adams ..............................................Donna Dethardt Alice Lane .............................................Gloria Heimerl Hector Donald Fisher Page 7