Wisconsin High School - Wisconsin Yearbook (Madison, WI)

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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.

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Eugene Roubal .... Marcie Russell... Dick Ryan ........ Bill Sarles ...... Clara Skinner .... . ..... his friendly smile to everyone supply of 'Hi-Lifes' to the State Historical Society trumpet to the Boy Scouts gigantic frame to Charles Atlas to Arthur Murray .....his .....her .....his .Al Lucille Smallwood ........ her pep to future gym students Kathryn Sonners.. Coleen St.Clair.. Bill Stacy ....... Ed Tallard ....... Kit Taylor ....... Doris Wermuth .... Jim Whiffen .... ........her enthusiasm in Foods Class to any cafeteria chef ........her hairdos and temper to Dinny Dean .....his vitality and 'smiling' face to Senator Claghorn .....his sweaters to Margie West .....her Southern accent back to the Rebels .....her 'winning ways' to any Junior who needs them the Annual staff and meetings to the song, 'Time Waits for No Ole iii After his last class, the tired student trudged down the hall. He paused and looked up at the wall plaque. He shifted the books in his arms, and said, 'Guess it's right about 'Education is not bestowedg it must be everlastingly achieved, and walked away. il THE MORNING BULLETIN Typical Day, 1948 l. CTO be read with a pleading voicel Ple-e-eze come to the Hi-Life typists meeting after school. 2. Anyone finding a paper bag with an unfinished argyle sock in it, please return to the office. 3. Signed, Girl with one sock Where are the scissors and scotch tape from the Library, hnnn? 4. Attention! The Administration will not tolerate amm nia in squirt guns. 5. Do you have R. L. irate in locker, that isl? Student Cou cil will hold a locker inspection campaign next week. All rats will be inspected on Friday. 6. Boys! You MlJST'report to your gym class today. FACULTY l. Students, you have no business reading this!!!