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

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wan put into Mm. Ellin' room. That year the third graders wore permitted to study homework every night from seven to eight o'clock. Ixronard noticed this and was very Jealous. He cried because he was very eager to study os his former classmates did. l.ator he was promoted to the third grade. That is how he became one of the 49 era . Isn't it strange that his love of learning and eagerness to study began so early? In 11)3? a Milwaukeean named Donald Kcinick (•ersuaded his father, who used to attend this school many years ago, to bring him here with his brother Wallace and his sister Shirley. He joined Mrs. Thomas' class and then was promoted to Mrs. Pynn’s class and thus joined the 49 cm . Language has been his Waterloo. As an eighth grader, he was asked to write an original sentence with the word “empty . He proudly went to the board and wrote this sentence, “My father is empty on his head meaning that his dad was bald. In sftorts, he wna a star basketball center and was given honorable mention as center on the I leaf All-American Team in 11 47 and 1948. He won the Frederick J. Nrcsani S|H rt mnn hip award in 194? and also a “W letter award. I.a t year he was elected Prom King and reigned with Marianna Harnden. a grad of 1948. at the Gypsy Caravan Prom. The year after Donald Kcinick enrolled, the two Richardson boys brought their little brother here from their native Arkansaw, Wisconsin. This little fellow was Keith Richardson, who became quite a favorite here. He has been on the football and basketball squads for at least three years and won the Frederick J. Neesam Sportsmanship award in 1948 and a W” letter award. He was elected King of the Southern Charm Prom in hi senior year and reigned with Nicolina Perri, a Junior. Hailing from Waukesha in 1944, Raymond Wyman, u slender, hard of hearing fellow, joined the 49crs” in the high school department. A self-styled disciple of Ichabod Crane, Raymond is also quite a Don Juan. When the member of this class had only four months left before graduation, another new member from Raymond’s home town, Waukesha, joined the class. This wavy haired. Jolly, hard of hearing fellow, Witlmin Tobin Hartig, very quickly mads many friends here and adapted himself to the ways of the school. Without him the class would not be complete. Class Will By Donald Rcinick We, the senior clnss of 1949 of the Wisconsin School for the Deaf, being of sound mind, ami memory, and nearing the end of our life in this school, do hereby make, establish, ami announce this to lx our last will and testament. We hope that the one who are mentioned will make good use of the gifts which have been bequeathed to them. First: We promise our superintendent, Mr. Milligan, our principal, Mrs. Lowe, our teachers and our supervisors that we will try to do our best and try to live up to our high standards in the future, for what they have done for us. Second: The books that have been used by ua we leave to the Junior Clnss for regular study and we surely hope that they will do the best they can. Third: We make these individual bequests: Marwood Burr leaves his love of reading sjiorts to Wayne White, his fancy ties to Eugene Sic j no, his fondness of knowledge about Current Events to James lx ng, his sleek hair to Buford Hunter, his good judgment to Charles Riegvrt. and flirting with every girl at W. S. D. to Milton l-ee. Bill Hartig is willing his self confidence to Alice Riegert, his sweet smile to Marilyn Smith, his skill in flirtation to Philip Plocar, his good taste in clothes to Elmer Krukowskl, his brown wavy hair to Robert Sand, und his love of boxing to Miltoi Lee. Leonard Peacock bequeaths his great ambition to enter college to James Ixing, his ability to keep cool to Jack Hathway, his fondness of girls to Buford Hunter, his debating ability to Bob Sanderson, and his love of reading to John Goclx. Donald Rcinick leaves hi on e of humor to Athleen Dahl, his love of all ports to hi brother, Billy Kcinick. his love of outdoors to Ixonard Paw-lowski, his love of a farm to George Grant, his easy going way to Wayne White, his love of reading comic books to Helen LcBcl, und his ability to make friend to Daniel Lewis. Keith Richardson bequeaths his love of | orts to Jimmy Kcinick, his short, straight hair to Guy Kelly, his good judgment to Robert Turluck, his spend to Daniel Lewis, his interest in working to Eugene Szrjna, and hi fondness of business knowledge to Robert Sanderson. Patricia Rise leaves her love of Wayne White to nobody, her love of reading to Nicolina Perri, her lovely hair to Jean Jenkins, her modest ways to Violet Erickson, and her knowledge of numes of cars to Ruth Tuinutrn. Raymond Wyman desires to leave his love of argument to Melvin lj»st, his love of listening to the radio to Paul RohlolT. his famous “blah blah to Betty Gorkowski. his love of teasing kids to Jean Sharpe, his love of reading mystery stories to Robert Sand, his afternoon nap to Billy Scherer. —The Seniors [ 21 1

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I Mnnv(i°d Burr. II Leonard Peacock with hi- mother, III Raymond Wyniun. IV Donald Reinlck in the of his mother, V Patricia Rise with her brothers, VI Keith Richardson. Class History By Martvood Burr A the first “'49or” to enroll at this school, Marwood Buck” Burr was brought here by his father from Lancaster at the age of five in the fall of 1934. Mrs Hetxrl and Mrs. Baran. the small boys' supervisors then, tried to comfort this blond, wide-eyed, chubby little fellow who was awfully homesick, hut hr “had no use for the wimmen. loiter he was the pet of many older pupils who thought he was the cutest hoy at W. S. I . (How he has changed!) His first teacher was Mrs. Helen Thomas. He was often taken on demonstrations with Vinonn and Pauline Long ami Bernadine Hauser. Vinonn. Pauline and Bernadine, sitting in the audience, often made faces at the littlr fellow and teased him to make him laugh. Ever a giggler, he readily yielded and general merriment followed. The curly haired lass, the only member of the fair sex in this class of '49 to receive a diploma from the Wisconsin School for the Deaf, is Patricia “Patty” Rise, who enrolled at this school in 1956 at the age of six after withdrawing from the Paul Dinner school in Milwaukee. On the first day of school she did not mind when she found out that her parents had left her with the girls without letting her know. But several weeks later when they visited her, she refused to let them go and cried so hard when they left that her mother could hardly sleep all that night. Patricia grew up with two brothers and hud many boys for playmates. She has, therefore, been able to take the hard knocks of having so many boys for classmates. She was a great favorite of her first teacher, Mrs. Carrol, nee Miss Kathryn Dooley. A sturdy and well built little fellow came in 1930, but he didn't become one of the ,,’4!»ers until he was promoted to Mrs. Ellis' doss. It was Leonard “Junior Peacock, a native of Cuba City, Wisconsin. Before this curly haired lad entered this school, he and his mother were Invited to the home of Mrs. Arthur, a sister of former Superintendent Bray. After Leonard told Mr. Bray that he did not want to go to school, Mr. Bray gave him a pencil case, which helped persuade him to enter the next fall. 1 he first day of school found him ready for work with a pair of new overalls that he had insisted that his mother buy him before he came, but he was taken home in the middle of the year after he had been sick with whooping cough for six weeks. He remained at home until the fall of 1938, when he [29]

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Class Prophecy By Raymond Wyman At the United States Mint in Denver, Colorado, at the end of June 19G0, I was granted a month’s vacation from my work. Soon after my graduation, I was fortunate enough to gel a position at the Mint through my nunt, who lived in Denver. In school when we studied about the mints, the thought struck me that someday I’d like to work in one, so you see why 1 say I was fortunate. It had been twenty years since I was East, so I decided to go back there. It was a nice day in Denver, when my wife and I left. We drove across the plains until wc came to Wichita. Kansas. We decided to spend the night in a tourist lodge there. When wc arrived at the lodge, 1 saw a face that was familiar to me. Then I noticed that it was Keith Richnnlson. The sign on the lodge read “Richardson's Tourist Lodge but I had not connected it with my old friend Keith. He and his wife had decided to go into that kind of business, and from all appearances had made a great success of it. We visited for a while before retiring. Needless to say our conversation drifted back to the old days at W. S. D. When I told Keith that I was on my way hack Cast, he made me promise to get all the information I could about our Alma Mater and let him know about it. The next morning we got up bright and early and 1 drove on through Kansas until we reached Kansas City. Missouri. There we stopped nt a restaurant, which was connected with a railroad depot. As wc were very hungry from traveling, we went in to get something to eat. When we got inside, I saw a short, heavy set man whom I thought I had seen before. It was Marwood Burr. He was traveling west for the summer and was going to stay in San Francisco. He is now a teacher at the Missouri School for the Deaf at Fulton. He was still single but was going to be married soon. After wc finished eating we went to a hotel for the night. The next morning I headed north for Iowa. We came within ten miles of Des Moines when my tiro suddenly went flat. Seeing a nearby farm house, 1 decided to go there for help. To my great surprise the name on the mailbox was Donald Rei-nlck. As I walked up to the house, just then Donald came in from the field and recognized me. It certainly seemed good to see another ’49er after all these years. He told me that he had over forty acres of corn on his farm. I told him that I had a flat tire, so he and his hired mnn came out with me to fix it. When he looked into the car, he said, “You told me that you would always he n bachelor.” I told him that os 1 grew older, I changed my mind. Later his wife Invited us to stay for supper and some supper it was! Athlccn makes a good farmer's wife. She can fry potatoes farmer style and that is the best way. After supper we drove to Des Moines nnd stayed for the night. The next day we started for Wisconsin. We drove until we reached Madison. I noticed a sign which read Wisconsin School for the lk af. This was a great surprise to me. The school had been moved to Madison, because the legislature decided that Madison was a l etter location for the school. After looking nt the school, which was very lovely, modern in every way, wc drove to Waukesha, where my folks live. Waukesha had not changed much, hut is now a suhurb of Milwaukee. It was too late thut night to get out and look around. The next morning my mother told me that a deaf lady lived across the street. My curiosity being a-roused 1 went over to see who she was. It was Mn . Wayne White. Her maiden name was Patricia Rise. Her husband owns five stores in town and they are living in a very beautiful home. This surprised me very much a we, who were in school with Wayne twenty years ago, thought thut he would be a farmer. After staying in Waukesha for nlmost n week we decided to drive to the ferry dock in Milwaukee. On the way in, we saw a man who was very richly dressed. It was William Hnrtig. He U now a millionaire, because he invented an airplane which runs on atomic energy. He doesn't even have to think about working for the rest of his life. Inspite of his prosperity, he remembered the old hunch and seemed glad to hear about those whom I had seen. We got the car on the ferry and sailed over to Michigan. After we reached Michigan, we continued our driving until we reached Mackinac Island. Wc hoarded a ferry to the island. On that island people can travel only by horse-cart because the roads arc too narrow. We left our car at a garage and rented a horse-cart and rode off to a cottage. When we arrived nt tho cottage. I saw a man sitting out on the lawn of the next cottage with his wife and little girl. At a second glance I noticed that it was Leonard Peacock. It didn’t take me long to get to him. He recognised me at once. He is now a coach and printing instructor at the Pennsylvania School for the Deaf near Philadelphia. He has a summer cottage on Makinac Island and spends his summers there. After spending three weeks in our cottage, we drove to Chicago and took the American Air Line hack to Denver. It was a plane of the latest style, which could carry cars on it, so we, car and all, flew hack home. The trip was certainly worthwhile. Before leaving Denver, 1 had hoped that I would run across some of the 49ers, hut I didn’t dream that I would see them all. Back In '49 I knew thut our class was made up of good stuff, and it gives me great pleasure to know that they have all made good. [22] Written September 10, 1969