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

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but never quite made it. She was always tray and entertained us when we were lonesome and made us happy when we were blue. For two years the class remained as it was. Then in the fall of 1938 Bob returned, a great deal taller, and a great deal huskier. The same year shy Helen Lawrence and our dimpled Anna Estling came. The making of signs startled Helen and when one of the girls made a funny face at her. she was frightened still more. This brought tears and soon she was being comforted by one of the older more sympathetic girls. Anna, however, feared nothing from the time she came proudly up the walk carrying her suit-case. Someone told her that she must watch her things carefully or she would lose them. To be on the safe side, she hid her clothes under the mattress at first. Last fall Roger Falberg joined us. He quickly learned to sign and spell and entered into his work at school with interest in all subjects. His interest in all activities at the school was matched by the feeling of his school-mates toward him. From the day on which Robert first entered until today, this class has undergone many changes.. Many have joined the class and dropped out later when high wages or other interests tempted them. There have been many good times and occasional fights, especially between Bill and Joe. There has been plenty of mischief such as the the time when several of the boys gathered several hundred June-bugs in a box. After shaking the box hard they felt a funny buzzing sound inside and decided to free the noisy insects near a group of older boys who were being assigned their afternoon jobs. The excitement caused was worth the punishment of having to sweep most of the sidewalks around the campus. In plays the boys put on, Joe and Bill were always the crooks or robbers while Lawrence played the role of the beautiful heroine. Class Prophecy „„ AFTER several years as a high school teacher at the School for the Deaf at Honolulu. Hawaii, one fateful day as I hurried down some steps, I slipped and hit a sharp corner with my head. That was in 1956. Finding myself spinning in the air. I wondered where I would land. After a shower of stars cleared away, suddenly a sign post appeared and I was rather astonished to find myself on the way to Mars, and at a distance of 3.700 miles from the earth. After landing there, I felt quite helpless in this strange land. Startled by a low pitched voice. I turned around and saw a tall, lean man of extra-ordinary appearance. He demanded a card of identification, but at that time I had none. He snapped out an order and soon soldiers appeared. I asked him what this was for. He answered that he was the ruler of Castile and that I was his prisoner. It was 28

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Class History Ry Jennie Marino THE first member of this class to enter school was Robert Holmlund. but he did not stay long then as he was ill much of the time. Some time later a small Kiri with big. brown eyes and black bangs, all dolled up in white, came to take her place among the little ones. This was our artist-to-be, Betty Lou Jahn, a shy little miss, who was afraid of the million—so it seemed—faces about her. Betty Lou spent her first summer vaction here with Mr. and Mrs. Bray and their family. Only a tiny tot then, Betty Lou became very fond of Peter, the Bray’s German police dog and Peter was devoted to her too. One day Betty Lou nad a nut that she was unable to crack so she put it into Peter’s mouth and in a moment she had a cracked nut. The fall of 1932 brought four little tots who have remained faithfully through the years. Annette Hering was a freckle-faced little lady who soon acquired the nick-name of “Freckles” which has followed her through the years she has been here. She had many toys and other things which the girls liked to borrow. She was always generous and friendly so she made everyone happy. At first she liked this place very much but later she became homesick and returned to her home and spent one year at the La Crosse Day School. Lawrence Stafford, who now tips the scale at two hundred pounds will be remembered as a “skinny” little fellow who came slowly up the walk in black short pants. His hair was just as curly as it is now, but he was a bit more shy. William Binn came the same day as neatly attired as he is today and perhaps even more quiet. A friendship which began at the sand-pile still continues at the linotype machine and about the campus. Great excitement among the students greeted the coming of redheaded, freckle-faced, peppy, “twin” boys who turned out to be Joe Zinkovich and his younger brother, Fritz. Since they preferred the trout streams of the northwoods to “civilization”, and feared they were leaving the former forever, they made the trip from Medford to Delavan very interesting for Mr. Dunn and their fellow passengers on the train. When Jenny Marino's parents brought her here to school and were leaving the dormitory, Jenny bit the supervisor’s hand and screamed loudly, as she didn’t want the supervisor to hold her. She always wanted to be tall so she decided to ask a doctor for some medicine to make her grow. However, when she entered his office her shyness prevented her from asking for it and she is still nicknamed “Shorty”. In 1936 Elaine Novak, a very mischievous lassie with sparkling brown eyes, came to join the class. It was hard for the supervisors to manage our Elaine at first and she occasionally tried to run away 27

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Robert Holmlund, who had turned out to be a war leader after all his talking about war in his schooldays. In the prison where many other civilians had been put, I encountered one of the women. I thought she resembled someone whom I had long forgotten so I took a better look at her. It was Elaine Novak in rags, and she had been brutally beaten. Her husband and three children had been killed. I felt very sorry for her but seemed to bring little comfort to her. In a few days, after proving my innocence to my old classmate, was let out of the prison. I then wandered around in the damaged city. This grew so depressing that when I noticed a car coming, I hitchhiked to Villia and got off there. Walking down the street. 1 saw a woman who had difficulty in carrying bundles. At the same lime two children were bothering her. So I ran and helped her. Openmouthed. I saw that she was Annette Hering in costly robe-. She said that her husband, the Ruler of Villia, had escaped to Clon-.ncre. another country, to help someone rebel against the Ruler of v'astile. I wondered who he was and she seemed to read my thought so she told me that her beloved husband was none other than her childhood sweetheart. William Binn. Romeo of the senior class. She told me that I should go to Clonmere, for a surprise would await me there. So I took this advice and went to Clonmere. Sure enough, a surprise did await me. Instantly I was captured and brought to a court in Slane as I was thought to be a spy. Sitting high on a throne, a beautiful queen beckoned to me to come up to her. Everything around her enchanted me and I kept looking at her for a long time. Remembering Annette's remark. I took a good look at her and was very much surprised to see that it was Anna Estling. Casually I said “Hi. Corky”. Immediately she bombarded me with hundreds of questions. At last I told her that I was Lorry. We rejoiced at meeting each other and she took me on a tour of the town. We stopped at a heavily guarded factory, which almost frightened me out of my wits, because great numbers of atom bombs and other frightful weapons of war were being made there. Inside she called one of her gallant friends. As he came up, I noticed a familiar swinging of arms. He was William Binn, who was helping the queen of Clonmere rebel against the Castilians. Then I asked them where the rest of my classmates were. They furnished me with the whereabouts of all except one. While spending my time traveling all over Mars, I could never understand why I was captured at every land as soon as I arrived there. At Doonhaven, a small peaceful country, a tall, slim woman in clothes of the latest fashion was passing in a parade so I asked one of the attendants who this was. I was told that she had been announced as the Queen of Eton. She happened to notice me because I was dressed very differently from the other people. She demanded to know who I was and I told her. When the people heard that I was 29