Theresa Public School - Milestone Yearbook (Theresa, WI)

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■AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF OUR DOG by Evelyn £611, Freohnan I an a Fox Terrier and was born on June 18, 1939 at a neighbor'3 hou3e not far from my master's house. . I .cane to my master'3 house when I was about three week3 old. I have a lot of fun with the children around the hou3e and can also 3leep in the house with some ethers have not the opportunity to do. .My. master treats me nicely and I also got cake and candy once in . a while. I like that very much. Every time I want to come in the house I just bark a little bit and 3ome one cones and opens the door, but I can get out of the house by my self. I think I an treated very well compared to the way some dogs get treated around the place. My name, which I almost forgot to tell you, is Skippy. AN EXPERIENCE WITH A DEER by Richard Leichtle, Eighth Gre.de One nice summer day I was salking- through 3ome thick woods when all of a sudden I saw some thing move in the thicket. I thought it was a bear and wanted to run but my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to make sure so I walked very 3lowly towards the thicket. • All of a sudden cut dashed a beautiful deer with a young one trailing behind her. They both went like the wind. -I don't.think they saw me because I was hiding under a clump of bushes about four yeards away. COAL by Ruth Giese, Seventh Grs.de Coal is the thing we use the meet And so: helpful to all folks. For, we use it day by day In so many different ways. ''.7: COAL BY Gladys Leichtle, Seventh Grade People use coal night and day In so many, many w ays. Anthracite was first to be found Way, way underneath the ground COLONIAL DAYS by Arlene Hoepner, Eighth Grade When the Europeans landed in the new land The people felt happy and grand Because they knew they would be happy and free In this new strange country.

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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?

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BUFFALO BILL by Clyde Bandlow, Eighth Grade •» . Buffalo Bill; or William Cody, was .the kind of man. I would., like, but as they say, -Them days ie gone, forever. I think of him a3 being .hard and rough, -but he ..had to be. Everybody had to be at that time. I suppose‘when you get to know him he was . one of your best friends—a true'friend. I.admire him-because it was that kind of a man that built-our... c cun try and made it what. . it is today. . . • • • }.m . i IN COLONIAL DAYS .. •: • by James R. Widmer, Eighth Grade When the-colonists'came over tc settle They-had no homes to live in, But as years went past v • . They built; them fast ■ In ..the years following sixteen-twenty. THE'FIRST SNOWFALL: v. ■; •• V by Pearl Refclau, Sophomore It fell upon a morning clear. So like a messenger bringing cheer. So white, -so artistic, and yet 30 queer The most wonderful thing God sent us here. • + • . . . ’ ' -WATER } . - • •’ ♦' . • (A composite poem by the Sophomore Lit. J. Class) Water, the one thing we need, Watep the world s favorite beverage. Water with its rushing sound and silvery color dashing ever the falls. Water, 36 cool and refreshing, •• Gurgling amohg the-rocks of a stream. The' moot-beautiful sight I ve seen. A lake in a woods, deep, biue, and cold. Sparkling in the 3un and glistening in the moon- light, Wa ter, you give us life .