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

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energy. It was the first of its kind ever to appear on Dcluvan Streets. A great crowd surrounded the utommobiie, so it was difficult for us to see who the occupants were. As the crowd began to disperse, we caught a glimpse of the passengers alighting. We saw a stunning womun dressed in the height of fash-i n with eight children, two pairs of twins and a very fine looking man with iron gray hair. As the mother looked up, Alice exclaimed, Why, it’s Marianna.” It certainly was she with her usual vivacity. After friendly greetings Mar-iannu introduced us to her husband, who was n dealer in atommobiles in Chicago. We all entered the restaurant, where the waiter found a table near us for Marianna and her family. Marianna inquired of us if we had seen Jean as she expected to arrive earlier in the day. Marianna frequently sees Jean in Chicago as she is a stewardess on a passenger .tii plane flying between Chicago and New York. Mary told us that Jean hud been engaged to a fine young man, who objected to her flying, and as Jean would not change her career, they agreed to part. Jean had said, I love to fly and I’m wedded to my work.” Just as we were leaving the restaurant, we saw a helicopter circling the city, and soon it landed on the roof of the restaurant, It was none other but Jean, who hurriedly left the plane and soon joined us. We all piled into Marianna’s atom-mobile, holding the kiddies on our laps, and up to W. S. I . we went. At the school we were welcomed by Mr. and Mrs. Milligan in their same most gracious way, and Mary Milligan, who was home from college. Mrs. Willis tarried outside, waiting for her husband to arrive while we were ushered to our rooms. Walking through the hulls, our thoughts drifted back to bygone days as few changes had been made. However, the walls had recently been redecorated and everything was spic and span for the great occasion. That evening at the happy gathering in Hannan Hall there were many strange faces as well as familiar ones. Standing in the midst of a group, flourishing his arms, was a big, burly fellow telling of his rodeo experiences, wrestling matches and the football games he had played. This was none other than David Carlson. We rushed up to him and soon found that, in spite of his great way with women he was still a bachelor and living in Montana. Presently Mrs. Willis entered the hall with her husband, who turned out to he Edward Czernicki. He hus changed his name to Willis owing to the difficulty he had in business in getting people to spell and pronounce his name. It was a shock to us, but we were no less happy to see him again. The reunion was a grand success and I am sure that the memory of it will remain fresh in our minds the rest of our lives. For this happy occasion, every alumnus owes a deep sense of gratitude to Supt. and Mrs. Milligan for their hospitality. I am writing this on the train bound for Washington. Alice remained in Chicago for a while with Jean and Marianna. It has been such fun to live over again the happy times of the past few days that seem now like a dream. —Mildred Shawanokasic 13

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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

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Junior Class Front row. left to right: Keith Richardson, Wilma Kubiak. Patricia Rise, Leonard Peacock. Rack row: Marwood Burr, Ray Wyman, Donald Reinick. Class Will WE, the Class of 1948, of the School for the Deaf at Delavan, Wisconsin as we are about to depart from our school life, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, establish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. First: We direct that all of our just debt of gratitude to our beloved superintendent, teachers and supervisors, for the full measure of interest they have shown in us, be promptly paid. Second: We will to the Class of 1949, or the classes to come, the opportunity of huving the greatest of success in their senior year. Third: We make these individual bequests. Alice Flint leaves her modest ways to Janet Kluck and Jean Jenkins, her ability to clean to Patricia Rise and her natural curly hair to Lucille Rlaser. Marianna Harnden wills her talkativeness to Wayne White, her limitless wardrobe to Marilyn Smith and her love of long skirts to Ruth Tuinstrn. Jean Mauser leaves her giggle to Donald Reinick, her love of sports to Adelaide Fuller and her cheeriness to Delores Flat rom. Mildred Shnwanokasic wills her love of reading to Joan Szejna, her algebra book to the next victim and her love of poems to Keith Richardson. Robert Nichols leaves his quiet manners to Robert Turluck, his neat hair to Keith Richardson and his care in grooming to George Grant. David Carlson leaves his love of football and wrestling to Raymond Wyman, his skill in tlirtation to Milton Lee and his self-confidence to Nicolina Perri. Edward Csernicki leaves his good judgment to Phillip Plocar, his gentlemanly ways to Jack Hathway, and his athletic ability to Jerry Long. Signed: The Senior Class Witnesses: Jean Mauser Mrs. Crosby 14