Theresa Public School - Milestone Yearbook (Theresa, WI)

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SLIPPERY SIDEWALKS by Emogene Schiebe, Freshman It was a terrible night, raining and blowing—a night when not even a dog should be out. The wind continued to blow and the rain continued to fall. It seemed like it would never stop. I sat up that night just to watch the storm. Several high voltage wires were down. The wind would pick them up and then hurl them against the ground giving off red and blue flares. Next morning the sidewalks and roads were one great big sheet of ice. Cars moved along like ants and people practically crawled along. This certain day happened to be school day and I had to go to school. I left the house all right but when I got out into the wind I had to grab every other tree for support. Other chil- dren were following me and doing the same. We had to step over several live wires that were down. Telephone poles were lying around in all directions. I got to the school yard but here's where my real difficulty began for you 3ee there were no more trees to hold on to. I gave one great big leap and went sailing along but not on my feet. After great difficulty I finally reached the door but plop , down I went again. I finally got into the school building but for several days I couldn't sit down. RAIN BY Jeanne Liebold, Sophomor9 Rain is a subject people rarely tr.ke to write upon. Yet some of the great poets have written about it. Rain to many people is ugly, horrid, and very uncomfortable. Sometimes people do get 3ick from r a in, but if they would wr.tch out and be care- ful this would not happen. To me rain is a 3ort of enchantment, something that hcl do my attention 30 that I can't think of anything else. VTnen it begins to rain, I grab a book and sit by the window to wa tch the rain come down. I al3o like the rain with its pitter-patter on the roof, reminding me of a cat on the piano. I I like rain because it gives to me a sort of protection and comfort. Rain is a 3ort of friend, not with whom one can talk, but to whom one can tell his troubles and he won't talk back and tell you that you a re wrong. To me rain isn't wet, ugly, and horrid. When rain comes down, I like to watch where it falls on gardens, fields, and flower bed3. Kany of us wish we didn't have rain but then we turn around and think we couldn't get along without it. So won't you please next time it rains, for my sake, try to see the beauty in rain that I 3ee?

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A WOODS IN FAIL by Russell Bandlow, Sophonoro Soro brisk, cool auturm day take a long hike to sone woods and you111 be in for a treat. As you approach the woods fron a distance you will notice sone trees are still green while others are bare savo for a few strangling, brightly colored leaves which cling to the swaging boughs. The rapidly drying loaves both on the ground and on the trees when viewed fron a distance combino to blone into a nass of brilliant colors. Now you enter the woods itself and, as you walk along kicking up the dead loaves, you hoar birds of all kinds Singing fron the red and yellow tree-tops. You hoar sonothing novo in tho fallen loaves besieo you. you turn with «. start. and as you do so a frightened rabbit quickly retreats in a swirl of dead loaves. A chipnunk surveys you fron behind a stunp. You laugh and he too disappears. A gust of cool air blows flecks of brown, yellow, and red into your face. Now you can sec why fall is ny favorite season. CA15P-FIRE by Hodwig Rahjcs, Sophomore Ono who has not built and watched a canp-firo docs not know what ho is missing. Tho best tine to build your fire is whon the sun is going down. Tho best place is between the edge of a pine forest and a loko. I have done this and should know. As the sun goes down «and the sunset glow gradually fades away the canp-firo is repeated in the lapping waters of tho lako as they run up on shore and quickly retreat as if they dared you to try and catch then. Slowly, silently, the darkness settles over you, conforting, protecting you like a mother hen r.tchos over her chicks when night cones. For a moment all is silent. Then the forost people wake up. Accompanied by tho lap-lapping of the water they begin their nocturnal serenade. A little rabbit cones out of the woods, shy as if he feared the darkness night hide some enemy. Ho scampers around a bit and soon tells his comrades that all is safe. Thump, thump, thump, thump! This r.oans Come on out and play. A littlo mouse comes to tho clearing. His beady eyes reflect the glow of tho car:p-firc which has been dying down until only a few embers are still glowing. Off in the dist«anco «an owl calls his comrades, V ho-e-a-a. As the camp-fire dies down the noisos become larger. They seen to get very loud «and then suddenly coase. Tho next morning you discover that you had fallen asleep. TPES Y RHI by Mnry Jano Forstner, Freshman I saw a bird this spring, And such a littlo thing, It flittod to «and fro, From ho«aven here bolow. It took sono odds and ends, This vo£y little wren, To build a little nest, Whoro it could have a rest.

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THE CYCLONE by Hedwig Rahje3, Sophomore The quiet humid air tells of approaching danger The cattle senae it and snort..and bellow. The horses senoe it and trample n9rvou3ly.. The.humans look at the yellow sky with fear and anxiety written. on their faces. : They have seen this before and know what has happened. As the 3ky darkens there is a bustle of excitement in the little once so peaceful village. •; Everyone i3 running for the underground cellar, their only hope ;• . •; • of refuge. They know that when they leave it again They may not find their homes. Now the sky i3 dark;'1- ; ' The wind rears and the'trees clutch at the ground. Yonder a giant .oak which ha3 seen the birth and death of many of the village's inhabitants is rocking. . Finally it loses its hold and crashes to the earth. .. Now the center of the' 3term has advanced and a havoc is created. There a large torn balances a moment on Its foundation, then da3hes in a thousand splinters. . v As it quiets down the people venture from their shelter. The wind is still there .'but it doesn t roar and more. The houses are still there but thoy have left their foundations. The cattle are still there but their home is a ruin. The family kneels on the ground and thanks God that he has spared them from death. CHRISTMAS by Hallie Trauba, Sophomore . • . r v ’ , % • • Crowd3 of p3ople hurrying in and out of stores, carrying gayly colored packages. The decorated windows'of- stores, the streets strung with .holly and colored lights. You can even smell the Christmas trees that are on the sidewalks covered with pure white snow. -Colored lights blinking at you from all sides. The street corners with their Santas who are ringing bells.' There seems to be one on all corners. Small ragged children pressing their tiny noses against the store windows wishing, wondering and hoping that Santa.does not for-get them as he did last year. As we go along with the crowd we find ourselves nearing homes brightly lighted with holly wreathes on the doors and .happy children inside hoping that morning will 3don come sc they can • see what Santa brought. • No one seems to think of the real wonder of Christmas. I wonder.if this i3 as it 3hould be?