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

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AMERICA’S DAIRYLAND [18]

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Commercial Left to right—Athlten Dahl, Mr. Wilber, Ruth Tuinstru. Cloyd Porter, Nic-olinn 1‘erri. Doris Wiedmvyer. Graphic Arts Left to right—.Mr. Rood, Billy Scherer, David Christianson, John Goetar.. Woodworking Left to right - David (Christianson, John (loot , James I’erhai, Mr, Nogosck, Billy Scherer. Crafts Left to right—Mr. Cooper, Stanley llcl-geson, Leon Bon gey. Lorry Doherty. Donald Du Hois, Isidro Llanos, Dean Webb. [17]

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Class Prophecy By James Long It wait on n hot July fourth In Pusadcmi that I first heard of the dropping of the hydrogen bomb which exploded In Chicago and destroyed everything within a radius of ISO mile . From that time 1 received no answer u letter I sent my classmate although they had always -en very prompt. One day in I960, while I wo looking through a UlcMOpf at Mount Wilson Observatory with my friend, a scientist, wo noticed what he thought were people on other planet . To my surprise I saw a young man who looked very much like Wayne White on Mara. I thought that the bomb explosion might have hurled my classmates through space onto other planet . .So I decided to fly to every planet where the members of the 1950 rlaoa might he. I decided to make the trip in a rocket plane which another friend had invented. I went up and up, perhaps 10,000 feet. I then had to stop for gas and lunch At that time air gas stations had been set up on many of the smaller planet . After a short rent. I left for Mar and reached there in ubout a half hour. I landed n«-ar a big town and saw people wearing (Hid clothes. I noticed a stranger coming toward me. He looked familiar to me. I found out that it was Wayne White and I asked hint what he did there? He told me that he had a resort and never worked. I visited hi home. It wo modern in every way and had loud colors in modernistic designs on the walls. He had a jet-car and I met liis wife. She was a beautiful blonde and resembled someone I had known at W S D. hut I couldn't think who. After that I started off for another planet, Jupiter, and stopped there. I had trouble with my ship and a stranger came to help me. I found that he was Donald Reinick and asked him where his wife was. (1 was rather curious to see what had become of his romance of school days). He told me that she managed their dairy farm. I asked if she did the farm work instead of him. He replied that she did, as it was the modem thing to do. After we worked for awhile on my plane, I stayed at their home overnight and the next day I left for Saturn. My ship still gava me a little trouble so I stopped at another air gus station and saw a woman who looked familiar to me. I could not stop to talk with her because I had to work on ray plane. A little later I met her and it was Doris Weidmeyer. I asked her what she was doing there. She told me that her hushund ran the gas •station and also told me that they lived in Saturn and commuted every day on a jet-propelled motorcycle with a side-car. Doris drove the motorcycle and he rode in the Hide-car. At closing time we started off for Saturn and stopped at Doris’ home over night. They hud u strange dog, with u horn on its forehead and two tails. It wax nil unusual breed which thrived only on Saturn. I wished I could hove stayed longer u» Saturn is 730 times larger than the earth and there are many interesting places to visit but my vacation was growing short. After leaving there I went up to Uranus, and it took me a long time to reach that planet because it was about four tunes as fur nwuy os Jupiter. A strange storm come up while I was on the way. Long steel shafts like pencil fell ugainst my ship hut I managed to reach Uranus safely. I landed in the strangest town I had ever seen. The j»cople walked like lightning. As I watched the people dashing hack and forth. I saw a woman coming toward me and I knew she was Nicnlina Perri. She and I talked about the members of our senior class and 1 told her about those whom I had seen and how they were getting along. I asked her where her hushund wan. She told me that she hud u hard time catching him became he uI ways whizzed about. 1 asked her how she finally caught him. She replied that she hud to use a rojie to catch him and that she brought him home and tied him to a chair. After visiting them for several days, I left for the earth. I was very tired from dodging about so that I would not be hit by passershy. Foolishly I started in the wrong direction and crashed into Neptune. I found myself slightly injured in my wrecked ship. I couldn't fix it, so 1 decided to stay on Neptune liecause I like the people there better than those on the other planets. I Stayed there forever. It was there I met Catherine Zick, whose home was not far from mine and with whom I planned a silver anniversary for our das in 1975. Class History (Continued from pan 11) She shed many tears, especially when some older girl insisted that she eat what was on her plate at meal time. She was assigned to Mr . Pynn's class, which was first grade, and continued her school work here up to the ninth grade. That year an offer of a position in a hospital lured her away. When attending the graduation exercises of her das in 1947, a deep-seated desire to finish school came to the front and—when Cathy once make up her mind, things move. The following fall we welcomed her as a member of our cluss. Alas! last fall when we returned to school, we were mt?t with the shocking and saddening nows, Catherine Zick has polio and can’t return to school. The rest of the year we waited anxiously for reports on her condition and April 10 we were happy, indeed. to have her return to graduate with us, proring that where there is a will, there is n way.” And now our school days at W. S. D. are over. Many thank we owe to those who have patiently helped us climb up to the top. We do weep over our many failures and laugh at the remembrance of many happy times together, the games, the parties, the treks, the organization festivities and, most of all, our association with friends, people Interested in our welfare. With hearts full of gratitude we say. “Butina sera. the Italian for good bye. [ 10]