Wisconsin School for the Deaf - Tattler Yearbook (Delavan, WI)

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CLASS WILL A- the day of our demise draw near. we feel well content to pus on. We are able to do this because we bear In our mind the thought that we have successfully overcome the obstacle in our pnths. in the four short years which have passed so quickly. How some of u wish we were freshmen again! Now. therefore, we draw up this, our lust will und testament, making such bequests as we can. Our chosen heirs are our successors, the class of '31 and their successors, the clns of ’32. We trust that the beneftcaries will cherish them to the end of their school days. If the said beneliciuries fail to receive the bequests, the executor of tbit will Is empowered to give them to charily. In witness whereof, the class make , the following bequests: Robert Morgen wills his easy mastery of Algebra to a girl named Dorothy Kay and his sent at the Lino” to Bynu Gull. Marvin Rood wills his managerial ability and his unofficial job its assistant-instructor in Printing to Richard Davies. Marian Schnuor leaves showers of smiles ami ull her wile to Irene Rinbtilfcr. Raymond Sieger has a lot to bequeath. Ho wills his way with the women to John Kug-litach and hi book How to Sleep in ClnsaT and hi box of tricks to Gerald He er. Mary Sklenar wills her library card, her candy ham und monitorship to Orrell Jensen. Lorraine Peters will her ready wit and smilin' eyes to Elizabeth Oakland. Carl Manners bequeaths his broken microscope and his old shoes to Mitchell Kchikovitx if he auk.- for them. P.S.—Also his knowledge of Astronomy. And finally Curtis Reddings wills some of his hook on Botany and Entomology to Farris h ienzler. The above bequest -thould he held for a period of three months after May twenty-eight. In witness hereof, we do hereby appoint that illustrious veteran member of the faculty, Miss Mary Williams, executor of this will. Done in the City of Deluvun at the Wisconsin School for the Deaf, in the year of our 1 ord the one thousand nine hundred and thirtieth and of our school the sixty-ninth. In witness whereof. I, Curtis A. Reddings, do hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of May. Curtis A. Redding

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CLASS PROPHESY July 15. 1945 Hero I am! Back twain from my long trip around the world. I huve so many interesting things to tell. I don't even know where to begin, but 1 think the must important part is whul 1 found my old rlassmuten doing after all these years. While on my trip I happened to stop at Constantinople. Turkey, where I visited the Sultan’s palace. There was a funny, little, old man there who had a crystal ball. 1 had him first show me my Alma Muter, How surprised was 1 to see how it hud changed! It wus much larger and the buildings all had been improved. It was a beautiful pluce. And there were more than five hundred students. Then the scene changed! Before me I clearly saw Yerkes Observatory and there I saw u young man. He was studying the stars with an immense telescope. When he sat down to write. I recognized him to be none other than Carl Manners, our class advisor and teacher’s pet. Turning the globe around several times und performing mysterious sign over it, a scene was before me, and 1 recognized it as the four lake city, Mndison. Near the city limits was u beautiful English type hou e. It had pretty trees, flowers and shrubbery around it. A stalwart young man was inspecting the yard. It was Bob” Horgen, home from the day’s work at the large printing office he owns. Soon a slender, young girl came out, calling, ’’Dinner is ready. Bob.” Who do you suppose it was? Why, Orrell Jensen, of course! The scene changed suddenly to Dover on the Coast of England and there a large crowd was assembled. They were watching a girl, who was swimming with ull her might and mnin, toward the shore, it was our laughing faced friend. Marion Schuuer. She had broken the world’s record, in swimming the English Channel. What she received for a prize is her secret. Inquiring about Raymond, the picture shifted to n scene near Rome, Italy, where in the heart of n large forest was a hut. A hermit lived there all alone, and watching closely I found him to be Ray, looking very sad. (He surely ivu» far away from these dangerous things called women.) Then flashing another scene before me, 1 recognized the city of Chicago. An immense skyscraper loomed up, and suddenly 1 saw a sign, ’’United States Concrete Mixer's Association, Mamin Rood—President. 1 thought he intended to be a teacher. A beautiful secretary was sitting beside him, busily engaged in taking dictation. Her smile hud given her away! It was Lorraine Peters. His helper was Curtis Reddings, the bookworm of 1930. He had found that pleasure and business did not mix as well ns water and cement. I was happy to find my classmute comfortably settled und successful in their undertakings. Thanking my queer old friend, 1 continued my journey. A former classmate, Mary Sklrnar

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