Wisconsin High School - Wisconsin Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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WHISTLE STOPS IN 1958 'lhe other day we were wondering what had happened to all of those fine kids who graduated from Wisconsin High in 1948. CThey did graduate, didn't they?l We decided to board a west bound train to see what the menbers of the class have been doing in the past ten years. Your reporters wander into the great train depot in New York. Amidst the crowds in Grand Central Station we run into JOHN HOCKEY, chief train caller, whom we remember as being voted the 'Boy Most Likely to Succeed' by his class. That just goes to show you ----- ! He in- forms us that our train is pulling out in forty-five minutesg if we want to see some of our old classnntes we can join a party in the club car. We are shocked to find that it is a going-away party for two honey-mooners, Mr. and Mrs. Dal KESSLER. The bride, the former DUDE NEESVIG, finally consented to marry Lou, man about towm, who made his millions manufacturing magnetic billiard balls. The party is being given by New York's triple-threat hostesses, JEAN DEPEW, SUE ELY, and PAT MCGOVERN. All three are distinctively attired in furs. The wraps bring them many compliments and it is pointed out that the furs were trapped by BILL GATZ, who hunts fur bearing animals in his spare time. While he is away trapping in Canada, the Gatz Brewing Com- pany is run by it's vice-president, ROBERT ABERG. Mr. Aberg originally set up the busi- ness with funds embezzled during four years as class treasurer. Moving on, we see DICK RYAN daydreaming in the corner, a habit he acquired in his high school days. Mr. Ryan tells us that he has just returned from South America with his old friend, FRITZ BURRELL.1 They have been giving serious thought to the research they did comparing North and South American girls. Oar attention is caught by the brilliant light of a flash bulb. Dashing over, we see TED MARTIN, ace photographer for 'The Manhattan , getting pictures of the event-of-the-month. With him is the Society reporter, FAITH PECKMAN, also covering the party. Faith tells us that BETSY PROHASKA has given up her ballet career because of trouble at home. JOE has been 'kissing too many famous movie stars. With that bit of news Faith dashes off to her next scoop. With reluctance the party breaks up as the train starts on its way. We move into the obser- vation car, and who do we run into but ART POSBECK, New York's leading art critic! Art tells us that ROBERT DAGGETT, conductor of the New York Fillharmonik Jazz Orchestra, has made another hit with his latest symphony entitled Ba-a-wk ! Also he tells us that MICKEY EYE, concert pianist, has made a successful crash in the re-release of Carnegie Hall , play- ing Mr- Daggett's thirteenth piano concerto. Art is really saddened by the tragedy that has happened to CAROL COWAN . For the eighth time in her career she didn't jive with New York critics in her latest comedy, Cantonville Heaven's Holiday . From out of nowhere pops BILL KLEIN. the commtry's foremost hot-rod engineer, who points out of the window to KITTY TAYLOR, who is playing Dixie on the railroad ties ahead. Sitting next to us in the car is Miss RITA BURKE, who has become a nurse for Doctor Anthony. One of the saddest cases the doctor has had is that of MARCIE RUSSELL and LUCILLE SMALLWOOD, who are still paying their debt to society for slandering various mem- bers of the faculty in the Wisky High annual. Rita also tells us that Doctor Anthony is retir- ing and that BILL NELSON, the noted psychiatrist, is taking his place. Before we know it, we're in Chicago, just in time to see pictures of IRIS BYLAND all over the station. The reason: Iris is the first woman to run for President. As we open the door to the coffee shop we see that it is the political headquarters of PAUL PARKER. The walls are covered with his slogan, 'Pitch for Parker for President. He couldn't tolerate a woman running for president without opposition. We board the train and head for the club car. What's this? The train comes to a sudden stop.. We are among the curious people to see JIM CRAWMER and his old '48 Buick jalopy, blocking the tracks. Jim says he is afraid that the delay will make his samples of cold- cream 1 11 1 1 1 1111 11,11 11 1,,,, 1 1 ,11 1 1,, 11, 1 111:,1,.:,',,,1111,'1I'11'1111 1 1111 ,,1,1M U, 1 11 1, 1 111, ,111,,111,11,,111 11,1,1,111,1, 111,1,11,1,1!,1,1,1111W1W11,11, 11 ll l ' 11 'W N 1 N' ll 11 W1 l 1U 1 1 1 '1 1 1 11 1 11 1 1 11111 11l1l11111111 1 11 1l l l1l1 1 1 1111 i l l W 111 111111!! ! 111'l1g11f,11, 1,111111,,1,,,1,:1M1,1,1: 111,1,,111 111'Y,1',, 1 1 11N1,11u,,11, 1 11!1111111111 11111 1,111111111111,',1V1J1WW 1111,!,,,111111111,111 111, 11111111111111111111 11 111 11 1111,1 11 '1,11111 1 f ',111 ' 1111 1 1 1 1 , , 111m m M ,,,1,,111!,w 1,111M111,1,1111, 11111, W W, 111 1 1,1111 1111, H11 .1 1 1 , 1 11 1111111 11 , 111111 1,1,11111111 1 11 11111 11 1111 11.11 111 '

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WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL . How many times have we heard our parents sayfliwhen I was in high School . . .H or something similar? But what was the next part of the sentence? Any- thing worth remembering? It won't be E00 IOHS HOW till I mi8hf 53V that' and when that time comes, I want to have memories that are worth while. Looking back over four years of high school, each person cherishes certain things, depending on what high school has meant to him. It means something different to each of us. Perhaps we've been thinking of school as a building where we sit through six hours of class, and then rush over to Hennie's. To some of us, it may mean the football games, a Hi-Y pin--or making up time. There are countless things we could name that high school might mean, but if someone were to ask you what high school did for you, could you give an answer? The answer is a hard one to put down because we can't always see the results that our high school experiences have had upon us. Since I'm only a Senior, I can't tell how my future life will be changed because I've gone through high school, but I can recognize some of the things that have helped to make these last few years a vital part of my life. Teachers realize that classes aren't all that make up a school. The educa- tion that is given to us in our classes is only a starter. We get an education from everything we do. For instance, I'll remember a lot of the training from my subjects, but I'll probably remember more vividly what kind of a teacher I had, or who sat behind me. I'll remember the many projects we've carried through, the excitement of Prom, the guilty exhuberation of skipping, the argu- ments in club meetings, and those days in which there wasn't enough time to do everything. But even these memories wouldn't mean much if I couldn't remember the kids who share the same memories. These friends I've made in high school may not be the ones I'll have all my life, but they're the ones who have helped me to decide what kind of a life I want to have. I've learned from them by knowing them, and trying to understand their viewpoint. The more people I know, the more I can learn from them. That's why I think that high school means much more to people who know as many kids as possible. We're lucky at Wisconsin High- Our school is small enough so that we can know the names of almost everyone. Of course, knowing the names doesn't mean knowlng the Pe0P1ef so we have to go one step farther and make many friends, enlarging our own small group. The only trouble is that it isn't always eas , Y to en1fF8e H SFOUPE it s not half as much work to go out of high school knowing approximately the same number of kids as when you go in, but it isn't half as much fun! 'I guess I:ve beaten around the bush long enough to give you an idea of how I think. Here s my answer to 'What did high school do for me?n--high school gave :e a wonderful chancf to meet m3nY People my own age, and each one of them has ad a personal part in making me the kind of person I am today. janet Huiskamp

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sour. Yes! Jim has become a traveling salesman. He tells US that GABBY GROVE S0111 him his car. They call her the greatest little auctioneer to ever hit North Carolina. Just as the train is about to pull out, we see a squad car race up and out climbs SAM PIPER to give Jim a ticket for blocking the tracks. Will wonders never cease? After this delay the train moves on. We near the old home town. Look over there. It's ED TALLARD in his front yard, playing with the kids. And out Shorewood way, DODO KIESLING is still sitting home, trying to decide what college to go to. But in all of Madison only one of our classmates has returned to Wisconsin High. JIM WHIFFEN has become assistant prin- cipal. He seems to be seeing a lot of KY PRECOURT, who runs a filling station for heli- copters across the street. DORIS WERMUTH is her chief handy man, and BEVERLY RANG PUBS a helicopter laundry. The train pulls out of the station and we are on our way. In a recent newspaper we find a picture of BOB REGENBERG, who is laid up in the hospital with an allergy. What's he al- lergic to? Paint, of course. Next to his picture is one of GLENN HANSON, all titre typing champion, who is shown clipping along at a speed of 350 words a minute. His hands are nothing but a blur. Ah, we're approaching the West. Looking at the passing billboards, we see an advertisement for KOB's Dude Ranch, equipped with running horses. The assistant proprietor of the ranch is JACKIE LANGLOIS , who has cast away the influence of the world and has sought the solitude of the ranch. Next to that sign is a billboard saying that Charles Atlas has finally grown old and tired and that Mrs. MUNSON's boy has replaced him as AUSTIN Atlas . And look over there! The directors of the famous New York School of Art, JEAN CARLSON and SYLV IA REID. are on their vacation. What are they doing--painting Burma Shave signs! And bouncing along the sandy road is a circus wagon. Ch the side is a large red and white ban- ner announcing that JANET HUISKAMP, the Girl on the Flying Trapeze, is now starring in the circus. Hollywood, at last! BILL PALMER, the great movie hero, and his pretty wife, PAT, en- tertain us at an open house. Here we catch a glimpse of an old friend, BILL SARLES. By profession he obtains free lodging with his class-mates of 1948, we call him a professional house guest. BILL's Next host is THOMAS BURKHALTER, who is the second Valentino. His latest picture is a sequel to Kismet , entitled Kiss Me . His leading lady is COLEEN GETTLE who gives up her job as Baby Snooks' double to become a screen siren. Standing over in the corner is DICK MEIER, getting his supply of olives in an unusual way. Dick took over Jimmy Durante's role when Jimmy lost his voice. He is in partnership with SCREWBALL ROUBAL, the great comedian. The pair have revived vaudeville. BILL STACY, the lively undertaker, tells us that if we really want to have some fun we should go out to JIM BRYANT's race track. In the dog races JIM uses greyhounds from KATHRYN EBY's kennels and rabbits from JINNY and DICK KLEINE's Rabbitry. g We are then confronted by 6'3 GORDY ANDERSON, who tells us in his bashful tone that he is modeling clothes for GORDY JUDD's exclusive men's clothing store. Modeling what the short man should wear he wears a stunning pair of knee pants. AE the party JACK DEDIE, the All American place kicker, is trying his pass technique on CLARA SKINNER, the beautiful skater. CLARA comes over to tell us that her friend, the former CONNIE CONLIN is having trouble mixing the formula for her twins. CONNIE we remem- ber as being 'Girl Most Likely to Succeed by her class. Again, that just goes to show you---! We leave the party and head for the Brown Derby. We are amazed to see two people pick up ,bits of the pie crust and test it for tenderness. They are KAY SOMMERS and ALICE MEYER, who have superseded Duncan Hines. Their book, Where Do We Eat? has been published annually for the past three years. We look at our watch and find that it is almost time to catch our train. We pay our bill and dash into the street. Just as we enter the railroad station a tired, dejected man hands us a printed pamphlet, Democracy in Russia , by BRUCE MCKOWN. Ah! good old BRUCE, still at lt.. 1'fNow we know what all of the old classmates are doing. As they say, Variety is the spice of 1 e.