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

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c c ta i (did and Jsudamsmi. We, the Senior Class of 1971, of the Wisconsin School for the Deaf, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare the following as our last will and testament: To Mr. Huff, we leave all our troubles and a good luck charm to end them all. To Mr. Wescott, we leave an ample supply of brown hair coloring to hide his gray hairs caused by someone getting in trouble all the time. To Mrs. Gant, we leave a five-year supply of gas to be used while making so many trips to help our school and attend meetings. To Mr. Blackmer, we leave a wardrobe of mod styles. To Mr. Gant, we leave students who won’t get sick on the day of their psychological. To Mrs. Taylor, we leave a year supply of hearing aid accessoriea to give the students fast service in hearing aid repairs. To Mr. Cordano, we leave white powder to cover his easily acquired red face. To Mr. Kallina, we leave girls who won’t be so shy with him. To Mrs. Sue Kelly, we leave lots and lots of typewriter ribbons. To Mrs. Dunham, we leave a permit to drive the school bus on field trips. To Mr. Duick, we leave a reminder to all that he is 88 years old. To Mr. McKeon. we leave all the cherry bombs he wants so that he can catch our attention without hurting his poor feet! To Mr. Scribner, we leave a library full of joke books to tell his classes and other students. To Mr. Peacock, we leave five years supply of glasses so that he will have a pair handy when he breaks his by ‘’tossing” them off. To Mr. Rubiano, we leave a ten-year supply of A’s to give to other students. To Miss Bergstrom, we leave dozens of ardent admirers. To Mrs. Betty Kelly, we leave tickets to see a Packer game and her personal Official Football Handbook. To Miss Redenius, we leave a year supply of ear plugs so that she will not have to put up with all of the noise we made this past year, again next year. To Mr. Kastner, we leave dozen of beautiful girls to keep him company. To Mr. Byrne, we leave several bottles of vitamins to keep him peppy.

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Robbin Ripple lived in Memphis. Tennessee, Ricky I.oescher and Robbin Rigglc resided in .1 bachelor apartment. They were outside when we arrived. Both of the boys worked for a large industry I was taken back when they bragged that they dated girls every night! Robbin said he will propose to a certain girl and hoped to marry next year. Ricky likes girls so much that he has many pictures of them on the walls. They each owned five cars! Wow! We drove to the Virginia School for the Deaf, where we met our old classmate. Linda Barbian. She was a Reading and English teacher in the High School Department. In fact, she was very strict! She married the most wonderful man on earth eight years ago. He has tall dishwater blonde hair (odd. is it not?) and blue eyes. She was still os talkative as ever. She reported that a very good friend of hers was in town. David Smith. He invited us to his space farm. We drove there in our new space car. He was successful in his work as a space farmer. He had all kinds of space cows, so weird we didn't say anything. He had a light-haired, blue-eyed wife and a cute child. His wife had graduated from Mars College for the Deaf with a degree in milking space cows. In their living room, we watched television with David and his sweet wife. Suddenly there was a special news report. Television, nowadays, is the sire of movie screens we used to have at theatres in the 20th Century. There was a picture of Lenette Sandberg She was a heroine! She had saved two lives. We excused ourselves and rushed over to her place In West Virginia in two seconds flat! She looked gallant and we couldn't believe It was she! She was married to a 280 lbs. man with jet-black hair and bluish-gray eyes. They now had 9 kids, 3 space cats, which have antennaes, 2 eight-legged dogs and a cow. She worked at Space Center as a typist. We stayed there for several days. Then we decided to visit Gallaudet College in Washington. D. C. We were told a Wisconsin boy was in a big business and it was booming. We located the building where he worked and approached a gentleman who was strangely familiar. He was tall, brown haired and blue-eyed He also had mustache. It was Carl Frels. the math whiz of 1971 class. He did not even recognize me until I showed him our old yearbook. He was sort of an absent-minded “professor”. He has been chosen as an executive in the Research Center and was in process of inventing a new kind of math. Frelmatlc''. It was to be a required course for all high-school seniors and had all kinds of crazy formulas. He was married to a swell gal with brown hair and blue eyes. They had two kids and triplets on the way. We decided to take a plane to London. England. My mischievous friend, who knew we were on the way. surprised us at the airport She was Virginia Bethke. (Of course, she had a mischievious grin on her face.) She told us that she had met the most romantic man from Venice. Italy. He was an ambassador from Italy to England, now. They were married after three month courtship seven years earlier. They now had three kids. We were really surprised when we saw their home! It was such a beautiful six-bedroom home. We were invited to stay overnight. I had not seen her for twelve years! Our husbands got busy talking about space football. Imagine playing football 5.000.000.000 kilometers in space with a regular stadium and all kinds of creatures as avid fans. On our way to the airport, we were quite shocked to meet Barbara Kowalski. She was one of well-known models for an agency of deaf girls. She was frequently very busy. Her lovable husband was her personal manager. He was tall, dreamy, black-haired and brown-eyed. (His eyes were so brown you could melt if you looked straight into them.) She was unable to talk with me any longer for she had to go to Norway to keep an appointment. She had four kids staying in Switzerland. We flew back to the United States and decided to visit another of our classmates— Charles Harbison. We learned that he is one of the most popular men in New York City. We received the shock of our lives when we finally met him. I no longer looked straight ahead at his face as I did in high school. Instead, I had to look way up. Charles was now 6 feet 9 inches tall with the help of modem space pills. He was to marry, in a week, a 6 feet 5 inches tall, dark-haired beauty. Her eyes was blue, as blue as the deep sea waters. It took him exactly nine years to get her! He is still a constant teaser. Wow! They hope to have two boys. After the visit, we realized we had not visited Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Burke (Mrs. Burke Is the former Yvonne Liska.) We had difficulty locating them so we went to the Lost and Found Center in Washington. D. C. We learned that Ernest and his wife. Yvonne, now resided on Planet 88. Now, where was that? We flew to Cape Kennedy and boarded a rocket whose destination was Pluto. Then we went to Planet 88 by space car only 8 kilometers farther. Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Burke lived in a strange, white, dazzling dome. They greeted us at the door. To our amazement, they had known we were on our way. They were dressed in dazzling space outfits and their heads were shaved to the skin. One side of their faces was colored purple while the other side was blue. They had a child on the way. They told me that the baby’s face will be colored pink!!! All around us. there were the weirdest kinds of animals we had ever seen! We were frightened! Our two sons were so scared that they cried! We had to bid them good-bye and went straight back home as fast as we could. It was the longest vacation we had ever had. but the best!!!! It took us exactly 368 days to visit all of nvy dear old classmates. Now we have four days left to relax in the dazzling white dome which is our home.

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I Linda Barbian, leave my love of talking to Pamela Odden. Richard Bergner, leave my incredible imagination to Cheryl Sarber. Virginia Bethke, leave my shyness to Debbie Kuglitach. Ronald Borkowski, leave my love of fishing to Bruce Kolb. Ernest Burke, leave my conceitedness to Kenneth Hewitt. Michael Campagna, leave my beautiful long lashes to Kathy Cox. Richard Fleming, leave my hippie ways to Beverly Schobe. Carl Frels, leave my stubbomess to Kim Craig. Debbie Graves, leave my timidness to Jessie Renner. Christy Grover, leave my facial expressions to Navarro Davidson. Charles Harbison, leave with pleasure, my constant teasing to David Budzinski. I, Mary Lou Harbison, leave my talent to exaggerate to Phil Allen. I, Mary Hoffer, leave my complaints to Diane Hoppe. I, Martha Huntington, leave my “wildlike” ways to Mary Drew. I, Kathy Kern, lovingly leave my boy craziness to Helaine Galis. I, Ronald Kolda, leave my artistic ability to Alyee Kowalski. L Barbara Kowalski, leave my fussiness and ladylike ways to Jackie Perry. I, Patty Kuglitsch, leave with a giggle, my ability to flirt, to Yvonne Olsen. I, John Laufenberg, leave my earslitting horselaugh to Wayne Pie-meisl. I, Yvonne Liska, leave my glamorous long hair to Nora Vandre. I, Ricky Loescher, leave my gigantic height to Roger Durand. I, Mark Mazur, leave my girl craziness to Randy Suhr. We, Barbara Majetich and David Meddaugh leave our Sunday afternoon dates to Mark Tollefson and Dorothy Drew. I, Loma Olsen, leave my intelligence to Joe Zavrl, Jr. I, Bobbin Riggle, leave my turning crimson while talking, to Kathy Franz en. I, Gloria Roland, leave my love of food to Danny Ford. I, Lenette Sandberg, leave my freckles to Mark Thompson, to carry on forever. And last, but not least, I, David Smith, leave my extra-ordinary neatness to Mike Mugavero. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and seal on this tenth day of June in the year one thousand nine hundred and seventy- one.