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

Page 29 text:

Class Will We, the Huh of nineteen hundred and forty-seven, Wing of generous and charitable dispositions, do hereby muke mid declare till the lust will and testament of our life at the Wisconsin School for the Deaf. We solemnly bequeath our gratitude and appreciation to all who liuvr hud n part in guiding our activities nt thin school. With the sincere hn| e that they will be adopted, we leave our modern ways to the cloas of nineteen hundred and forty-eight. Over and above these bequest each of us ax an individual rnukeg the following separate bequest : I. Dorothy Faber, leave my willingness to work to Marianna Harndeti; my thoughtfulness, conscientiousness. und humble way to Jean Hauser. I. Evelyn Hugomnn. leave my perfectly groomed hair to Mary Adams; my immaculate room to Jean Jenkins; and my dainty hand writing to Clara Hongcy. I. Elaine Kressin, bequeath my ability in. and love of sports to Orln Olson; my talkativeness to Robert Nichols; nnd my hobby of developing picture to Wilma Kubink. I, Ixirraino Kubiak, will my qualities of leadership to Betty (lorkowski; my aptness for ehenrleadinx to my sister, Dolores; my love of reading to Donald Reimck; and my curly hair to l.ucillc Rinser. I. Esther Notte heim, leave my imraonal neatness. my gentle ways, and pleasant smile to Raymond Wyman; and my love for going to church to Marjorie i a More. I, John Phillip Kalowicx, leave my love of sports to Raymond Wyman; my wavy hair to James Unit; my love of the outdoors to Alice Flint; and my colorful tie to Marwood Burr. I. Rosalie Taggart, will my chubhincx to Ruth Tuinstrn; my famou giggle to Orln Olson; my sense of sportsmanship to Patricia Rise. It is the earnest desire of George RHo Tschamcr that his girl-hating characteristics Ik handed down to Leonard Peacock; hi quiet way to David Carlson; hi passion for airplanes to Jean Mauser; and his yen for comic books to At Idee ll Dahl. We, the Has of 11 47, uppoint as sole executor of this our lam will and testament Miss Mary Williams, our class sponsor. In witness whereof we have hereunto affixed our signature this fifth day of June nineteen hundred und forty-Seven. (Signed) The Class of 1947 Class Prophecy The year is I9J 7, I am standing in front of a big tent. A sign, “Have Your Fortune Read , is posted in front of it. The gypsy fortune teller it from the Far East in person. It costs fifty dollur for one minute of her precious time. In a moment of weakness, I go in. A queer table is placed before me with u shining crystal boll upon it. Just as the gypsy is ready to Bit down, her helper interrupts and soys that she is wanted on the telephone. I look uround the room nt the gaudy colors. An idea suddenly comes to my mind—that is to see if I cun steal a glimpse of my former W. S. I . classmates. Clouds in the hall roll around, but Inter things become clcur. I see someone appear, first small, then lurge. To my surprise it is Elaine Kretain, my old Haaxmate nnd roommate. She is riding a horse on u large prairie—when and what on earth is she doing? In a short time, I see a herd of steers roaming around. A tall husky blond fellow conics riding up to Elaine. He is the same old Duvid. I look at her left finger. Certainly, they have been married. The state is Montana because 1 remember them speaking of a ranch in Montana during our school days. They ride home and the house is a .modem ranch home. Distantly the door flies open. Two children, a boy and a girl, come running and crying toward them. They have been fighting as ull children do. Dave's und Elaine’s married life seems happy. The cloud blurs my vision ngain. Now George comes into the picture. He Is all dressed up in a pilot’s uniform and is about to get in a rocket to fly to Mars. Ah! I watch him make the trip nil in the space of forty seconds. He finds n beautiful girl und many sccrvts for the atomic energy commission, lie brings the girl to America nnd marries her. Other men envy George nnd they want to fly to Mars, but never get to the place because the document on how to build rockets is destroyed by a fire.

Page 28 text:

FOOTBALL SQUAD The Football Season Football haa been played by the boy hen aince the early nineties, a stretch of over fifty years. J. S. Long and Thomas Hagerty introduced it among the boys and not only coached but also played on the teams. In the fall of 1945, because of u shortage of players we discontinued 11 man football and played six man ball among ourselves. Last fall wp again took up the regular game and scheduled five contests with outside teams. However, one game was cancelled at the request of the opjiosing team. The regular starting lineup of the 1946 team was |)on Reinick, right end; Kenneth Krall, right tackle; Robert Nichols, right guard; Francis Thompson, center; Robert Turluck. left guard; James Long, left tackle; Keith Richardson, left end; Ixonard Peacock, left half; Edward Cxer-nicki, right half; Veodi Robinson, quurterback and David (’arisen, fullback. Ralph Voss saw « lot of action in all games, playing end or back. We only won one game hut that was our homecoming game with the Minnesota School and was the one we wanted to win above all others. We last to Milton. Zion and East Troy in the other games. Scores of games: Milton. 46; W. S. 1 ., 0 Minnesota, 13; W. S, D., 19 Zion, 27; W. S. I).. 0 East Troy, 21; W. S. !».. 14 26

Page 30 text:

When the fire dies away. Esther, in n long white gown, stands in front of un altar. By her side is Romeo Lawrence Stafford. I see someone in the pew say inn that Esther has waited ten long years for Lawrence to finish hia doctorate degree. The conversation continues and I understand that the bride and groom will live in Hawaii, where the groom will start teaching In a school for the deaf. Now the ceremony seems to be over and the newly wadded couple walk quietly admiring each other out of the church door. Once more the picture blurs and then clear . Rosalie Taggart is teaching her reading class. She has kept her word. My! She looks n lot younger and thinner. She is the youngest teacher of the California School for the I leaf. As soon as school is dismissed, Rosalie hurries out to the car where her husband, “The Man I Love,” is waiting. In the back scat is a cute pair of twin with long golden curls about three years old. The car rolls away to their white bungalow home with u white fence around the four acres of land. They have an outdoor swimming pool. Rosalie's husband is the owner of a large automobile factory. Her life seems to Ik n success. I don’t need to know more so I close my eyes. The minute I open my eyes I see another classmate. This time it is John. He is my old King of the Junior Prom. He is ull grease from head to foot and is just crawling from under u new 1957 Buick. It is clear thnt he is a garage mechanic. He is looking at his watch and looks as if he is late for something. A blur—and then he is home to his pretty young wife, who seems to be Athlecn, a good friend of mine. Both hurry out to a basketball game in which John is supposed to play. His team is losing hut when John begins to play things change and the game is won by two points which he makes in a half minute. He is the hero and looks at pretty young Mrs. John Ralowicz with pride. The crystal ball whirls and stops. A red haired girl is sweeping the floor of a shoe repair shop. When she lifts her head, I know it is Evelyn Hageman with her beautiful auburn hair. Her husband is cleaning his machinery. As soon as both are done, more customers come in. Evelyn or maybe 1 should say, Mrs. Keith Richardson. looks displeased because she fears Keith will give up their plans and set at once to work. In n short time the job is done. Evelyn and Keith go to the best night club in St. Paul where they live. Seeing them dunce through the ball so gracefully would beggar description. I began to wonder who is coming into focus now. She is busy in her office typing and the name card on her desk reads, Miss Ik rothy Fuller”. SO she is still looking for the perfect man! Well, she is a secretary for an atomic energy scientist. She has sworn not to tell the seerrt. She is living a dangerous life and Iihs been given permission to carry a gun. Tap, Tap, Click, Click, goes the typewriter and the picture is foggy again. A noise in the room startles me. 1 look up! A dark gypsy stands smiling before me. As for my future life. I'll leave it to tin gypsy. —Lorraine Kuhiak 28