University of Wisconsin Stevens Point - Horizon / Iris Yearbook (Stevens Point, WI)

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STORY HOUR . . . At the You've often wondered if time would ever make this day a reality, haven't you? The first day seemed rather strange, didn't it? Your collegiate friends were no longer with you and instead, you were surrounded by eager, inquiring, young faces. By necessity you were forced to make many new adjustments, and as a result you tried—perhaps even floundering temporarily—to put into effect all the experiences and techniques that you encountered in your own educational skirmishes. And the questions that came back to you! At first you weren’t sure yourself as to why coconuts didn't grow on Rib Hill. ’Member the time you checked your atlas to make sure Mexico wasn't an island in the United States? You did some fast thinking when you had to explain just why a hole wasn't an inverted hill. This was the time you capitalized on all the hit-and-run episodes that your own college classes had given you. Scientific experiments with very smelly solutions, historical courses with plenty of library research, cultural subjects with aesthetic appeal—all these were grouped together and put under the title a broad background of knowledge''. All this had taken on a new meaning because through it you could now see that education links together all subjects previously listed under separate headings. There were always supervising teachers at hand to guide your thoughts with meaningful actions. Lesson plans, always criticized and revised, called for many hours of preparation. They developed your ability to see ahead with broader scope and clearer vision And now that you are ready to teach you can look back on all your many experiences at the Training School—not as a place where you gathered facts, but instead, as a place where you have learned to live and meet and inspire the little people who depend so much upon your patience and understanding. 24

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Alpha Kappa Lambda It was surely nice to get next to the pot bellied stove after spending the afternoon in the bitter winter woods. Fred, we call him that now, took out his gun and began cleaning it. His hair was gray now and his smile creased deeply into that pleasant countenance. Doc Wievel and Walt Sylvester were sore because Fred got his buck. But that wasn't what Fred was smiling about; he was reminiscing. I just happened to think about that first group of conservation majors we put out in '48. Remember the Venison Banquet and the Sportsman's Ball? The spirit of those fellows exists to this day! George Sappenfield was president, and Ernie Link and Jim Stoltenberg were among the officers. You two were honorary members along with Doc Pierson and Sue Colman—now I can barely recollect, weren't Ray Specht and Bob Lewis and Mr. Epple there too? Gee, those kids really had spirit! Our Homecoming float was a beauty. And that Tony Isherwood could have talked all night about his trip out west. When we started talking about conservation, it went on and on for hours. Imagine! The very first year Joe Moravec wrote a conservation hymn and Rhode Sorenson drew an emblem. I can still see how Bill Mellin and that boy Rhode looked when the Wisconsin Garden Club Federation awarded them scholarships. You know, I can remember them all, Stimm, Ottow, Springer, Ludwig, and Plath — what hoodlums! And how could anyone forget those Lower Slobovians who acted in 'Rigoletto' for the Mardi Gras? Fred was laughing now, unaware of the hot stove, of time, of anything. 23

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ON YOUR MARK! Eager minds and energetic bodies demand that the student teacher plan interesting and exciting activities for a well provided program in physical development. EARLY ARTISTS Many pleasant memories will remain in the minds of these children. They are encouraged to use their imaginations in expressing themselves. Bright colors and fanciful figures dominate their creations. Training School 25 CONFERENCE WITH DR. GOTHAM MISS ULLMAN'S HOME ROOM