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

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School Officers Front row, left to right: Mrs. Hazel Root, Mrs. Selma Kastncr, Gladys Raverfeldt, Mrs. Margaret Lippn, William Milligan, Mrs. Esther Burcham, Mrs. Hermina Kline, Edna Redenius, Hazel Dayton. Top row: Robert Wescott, Mrs. Robert Wcscott, Mrs. Elsie Metzger, Glenn Holt, August Kastner, Mrs. Harriet Pierson, Mrs. Elsie Redeni us, Mrs. Bertha Rcdcnius, Garfield Col lard. School Employees Front row, left to right.: Mrs. Theresa Kuglitsoh, Lewis Goodger, Mrs. Betty Hirte, Sophus Smith, Pearl Helminiak, Andrew Baran, Mrs. Ida Baumbach. Top row: Christian Hirte, Mrs. Katherine Collard, Donald Boughton. William Red emus, Delbert Woodard, Mrs. Ruth Fassbender, Michael Kuglitseh. 11

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Faculty Front row, loft to right: Anthony Nogosek, Mrs. Enga Hagerty, Mrs. Evelyn Gant. Mrs. Edra Duick, Marvin Rood, Beulah Neesam, Mrs. Dora H. Lowe, Ruth Halvorson, Charl«» Dunn. Middle row: Mrs. Madge Ellis, John Gant, Mrs. Avis Stewart, Mrs. Laura Crosby, F. J. Neeaam, Mrs. Helen Thomas, Alice T. Coburn, Marvel Hobart. Back row: Charles Duick, Edith Matteson, Duncan A. Cameron, Mrs. Gertrude Pynn, Mary Mrs. Jessie Storey, Mrs. Martha Kelsey, John Williams. Moore,

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Class Prophecy TICK, lock, tick, took, “time and tide wait for no man.” It was nearly halfpast twelve, and 1 had not been to lunch. As I sat by the window of my Washington office, gazing out at the throng of busy people in the street below, my thoughts hud drifted back over the twenty years since I had graduated from the Wisconsin School for the Deaf. In less than no time I was hack from lunch, and there on my desk was a letter postmarked Delavan. This explained my earlier trend of thought. In spite of the pile of letters to be reud, this was the first one to win my attention. I could hardly believe my eyes; it was from Supt. Milligan with a cordial invitation to attend a reunion of ull classes that had graduated under him. A thrill permeated my whole soul and body. As soon as arrangements could be made, 1 found myself aboard a Pennsylvania Road train headed for Wisconsin. Soon after the train left Pittsburgh, a few seats ahead of me, I noticed a figure which seemed familiar. Yes, I could never mistake that beautiful wavy hair, even though it was streaked with gray. After stretching my neck out one way and another trying to catch a glimpse of'her face, my curiosity won out, and I walked over to introduce myself. This was not necessary; it was Alice with the same sweet smile as of old. The years hadn’t changed her very much. A beautiful little girl, ten years of age, with jet black ringlets and snapping black eyes sat beside her. They were bound for Delavan, too. All the rest of the way we spent the time reminisicing about our school days and going over the years that had lasped since we last saw each other. She married a hard of hearing man, who is rapidly climbing to the position formerly held by John L. Ix wis. When Alice told me this, I must have looked slightly horrified as she quickly went on to explain that he, unlike Lewis, is bringing peace between labor and capital. I know him by reputation but never dreamed he was Alice’s husband. It was very evident that her marriage had been a happy affair. Fate has been good to me, too, as I have been employed in the rehabilitation department at Washington, D. C. for several years, my duty, being to place Indians who are seeking employment. The work I find most interesting. At the Chicago depot, before we boarded a train for Delavan, we kept our eyes peeled, for some of the old class but no luck. As we pulled into Delavan, we hardly knew the place as Delavan and Delavan Lake have become one good sized city. As there was no taxi at the depot, we turned towards the waiting room, when another train came squeaking into the station. A well dressed man, who reminded us of Robert Nichols, got off the train. He was many jwmnds heavier and wore glasses, but his hair was still black and sleek. When he looked in our direction, he recognized us at once. While we were greeting each other, the taxi drove up. As we piled in bag and baggage Robert told the driver to take us to the best restaurant in town . The former waffle shop, nut shop and Koffec Kup have been combined into one beautiful eating house. After dropping us at the restaurant, the taxi proceeded to W. S. D. with our luggage. The headwaiter, seeing we were deaf, asked us if we would be willing to share a table with a lady who was also deaf. Of course to this we agreed and found her very charming. She introduced herself as Mrs. Willis. In the course of the conversation, she said that she had married an alumnus of the Wisconsin School for the Deaf, who graduated in 1948. Mystified we glanced at each other. No one by that name had graduated in our class. Robert informed us that he was a real estate agent and owned several farms near Waukesha, his former home. We remembered he used to talk about owning a farm someday and he was true to his word. All of a sudden a commotion was heard outside, which drew us to the door. There we beheld a sort of automobile resembling a station wagon, run by atomic 12