Westfield High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Westfield, WI)

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'44 PROM ROYALTY RULE FOR A NIGHT D. Smith, L. Meyer, J. Beals, F. Squires, R. Sutor, D. Dahlgren, King H. Russell, Queen M. Arndt THE SENIOR CLASS of Westfield High School Presents Robert St. Clair's THE PHANTOM BELLS Carroll Swenson, Director January 23, 1945 — Because Mark Rohdes is—dead! 11 Go away! You're dead!

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CLASS HISTORY Four years ago 45 green children enrolled in the . estfield High School. V e came from the village of Westfield and the surrounding countryside. Unfortunately, v e had too many smart, wise-cracking youngsters in the group, so all of us paid dearly on initiation day. In recalling that day of embarrassment, I clearly remember a few of the interesting consequences some of us had to pay. Among these wise guys with an answer for everything were Bob Sutor and Hance Russell who, midst much applause and rooting, were ushered into the center of a circle of dancing girls who were singing, Farmer in the Dell. Then there was that little blonde Dorothy Campbell in this bunch of freshmen students who really must have had the licorice craze—golly, the way she con- sumed those black sticks! There was more than one freshman who almost drowned in the wash- bowl downstairs. I remember when Ed Mittelstedt got his posterior end stuck on the bubbler and went around with water on the knee all day. As sophomores, we came back to school in the fall of '42 with chests puffed out and heads held high. We thought we had accomplished wonders just by graduating from freshmen to this more distinquished position. Well we had, hadn’t we? Some of us were lost by the wayside through outside influences and the presence of well-paying jobs, but the main body of us was still together. This was the year that Hance Russell started his basketball career. Dave Floeter, having had a year's experience, was substituting on the regular team now. Some of us displayed our talent in the spring forensic contests. Les Messerschmidt, with a tough oration, placed second at the League Contest. Les never had a speech better memorized, but about in the middle of it his mind went perfectly blank for what seemed like a century. V e all breathed a sigh of relief at the close of this year for we had finished two terms of our high school education and had only two left. Summer vacation flew by and before long we found ourselves choos- ing seats somewhat farther from the windov s where we had been sitting as inexperienced freshmen. Yes,we were now juniors and found ourselves in the spotlight. When we presented our class play, MISS SMARTY, we had the audience in gales of laughter—broke a record in ticket sales, too. Bob Sutor got up enough courage to go out for forensics and re- ceived a first place at the League Contest, then went to Stevens Point and got a Bf rating. As a result of the Stevens Point trip, he was put to bed immediately with cold chills and a fever. Hance Russell, president of the class, and Marena Arndt reigned as King and Queen of the Prom. Included in their Court of Honor were Donna Dahlgren and Bob Sutor, Frances Squires and Junior Beals, and Lorraine Meyer and Dick Smith. A summer vacation was never more welcomed; however, we were quite ready for our senior year as was evidenced by the broad smiles on our faces when we returned to W.H.S. in the fall of '44. To impress our superiority in the minds of the underclassmen, v e thoroughly initiated the poor little freshmen. Perhaps it was revenge for what had hap- pened to us as freshmen, but the things we made them do were rather mean. Dave Floeter and Hance Russell were elected Co-captains of the basketball team. Their classmates were proud of these two stars. Again we starred in a class play, THE PHANTOM BELLS, a mystery. We must have given a true-to-life performance, for one little grade school boy became frightened and left during the matinee. We are now embarking upon a far greater venture than we have ever experienced before. We are leaving this school to go out into life, but we leave with confidence and high hopes for we know that no matter what confronts us, we as individuals, have the ability to set our goal and reach it. We have hope,faith and courage—what more could a nation expect of it's youth? 10

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Class Prophecy Street Hometown, U. S. A. June 1, 1955 Dear Johny, I was very glad to hear that you have been given a furlough from your services with the Army of Occupation in Europe, and that you will be home soon. Several of your friends and I were planning to surprise you with a party by the class of '4-5, but upon contacting all our old schoolmates, we found it was impossible to get them all together in one place at one time. You can readily understand this after I've told you about the varied occupations of our former class- mates. . ... I telephoned Lieutenant Commander Beals in Washington and his fiancee,Francis Squires,who works in the chemical laboratories there. Both were too busy working on the project of a Super Passenger Air- liner to get a week-end off for the party. The addresses of several of our friends were New York City, so I hopped a plane and flew there. Who do you suppose was the stewardess? None other than that quiet girl who used to sit in the back row— Irene Chatfield. At Municipal Court, I found Dorothy Campbell, Attorney-at-Law, prosecuting Rudolph Spitler for his alleged conspir- acy against the United States. She rejected my invitation saying— Business comes before pleasure. Her secretary and close companion, Betty Sonnenberg, was hard at work on the case, too, and couldn't come. Now you see why I gave up the idea of a party. Upon my return to this city, I was surprised to hear that Eddie Mittlestedt, foreman at Franklin's Foundry, was injured yesterday and taken to Hometown General Hospital. I found him in high spirits when I called and was certainly surprised to see Nurse Delores Ehlert taking care of him. He informed me that his night nurse was Mary Lange, so as usual, he was in the graces of the feminine sex. By the way, Robert Sutor has been transferred from the Art Institute of Chicago, to the Louvre, Paris. Perhaps you'll have time to look him up on your way home. I received a letter a few days ago from Lorraine Meyer,Principal of Westfield High School. From what she told me,I guess we'd never recognize the town. David Floeter has obtained the proprietorship of the grocery store at the corner of Main and Second Streets and has a thriving business. He sells only Tasty Pastry Bakery Goods, which are delivered to him by the bakery salesman, 3yron Whitney. Westfield Creamery has expanded and covers eight blocks, since Harvey Ebert took over the management. He and his assistant, Calvin Hamilton, made this one of the Dairy State's leading co-operative cheese making industries. Russell's Dairy Farm has sponsored many Dairy Bars throughout the state, including a flourishing one on Wisconsin Avenue in Milwaukee which Hance visits quite frequently. I've told you about most of our classmates so I might as well tell you what the rest of them are doing. Edna Gibson and Caroline Henke are private secretaries to multi-millionaire Norbert Judas, who acquired his wealth from the trucking business. Beverly Lobby is head librarian at the Public Library in Boston. Geraldine Polfuss is taking Max Factor's place in Hollywood. I read in the last issue of the PHOTOPLAY that Gerry has been in complete charge of the make-up for the recently released technicolor production of Coming Your Way Esther Labrenz and Shirlene Zabel are executives in the accounting department of Montgomery Ward and Company in Chicago. Jean Johnson is a clerk in the filing department of the same concern. Irma Schrank and Irene Lieske, incidentally their last names have changed, have been traveling through the country with their husbands' carnival. Well John, it's 2:30 and I must turn on my television set to the program, Say or Pay, with ’Walter Voigt as Emcee. It's really a very good program. Oh Dear,I nearly forgot my appointment at Marena's Beauty Shoppe for a facial. My assistant just called and asked me if he could have tonight off, so I'll have to work. I guess this is where your pharma- cist friend signs off, but where the girl you left behind says 'Til I see you on your homecoming