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"Brown School, located on County Trunk A,
west of Janesville, was all agog this morning.
The upper grades had just received word they
were given time to put on a science program
over WCLO in Janesville. They enjoyed the
experiments, specially with the blow torch and
test tubes. Scripts had to be written, keeping
in mind that they could not be seen, only heard.
It was toward spring and we looked forward
to a day touring places of interest in Janesville,
besides the Gazette and broadcasting studios.
Letters were written to Sewage Disposal Plant,
Janesville Sand and Gravel, Parker Pen and the
new jail. Times were set for tours and our day
was planned. Several parents drove, as they
enjoyed the tours also.
There were seven eighth graders in the group;
one girl and six boys, so we set off in high
spirits with scripts for our broadcast and sack
lunches, to a day of learning and enjoyment."
Marion Drafahl
"I shall never forget the Christmas program
we had at the Crall School. We planned a big
production for that year, but early in the after-
noon on the day of the program, it began to
storm-wind driven snow sounded on the win-
dows. Our program went off as planned but a
little late as many fathers had to shovel to get
their cars out.  One family came in their big
One little brown eyed girl in third grade had
the "lights of Christmas" in her eyes. She was
to play the part of Mary in our pageant. She
was so pretty in her custume and so very happy
to be Mary. That was her last Christmas, for
before spring she died from a rare disease. Every
Christmas as I see 'the lights of Christmas' I
think of that program and the little girl who
was so full of joy that night."
Virginia Mauerman
"When I went to West Center to teach, I found
an old coal-burning furnace. This old furnace
smoked and puffed on many occasions.
On this day, the furnace was puffing and
smoking-soot was everywhere. I even had a
smear on my nose (but I was not aware of it
until afterwards). Just after the furnace let
go with a smoky puff, in walked Mr. Upson, the
County Superintendent of Schools. During his
short stay, I was forced to run to the basement
three times to try to adjust the drafts on the
furnace. We were all so embarrassed.
But this day that started out so badly, ended
happily. The school board decided to buy a new
oil-burning furnace and all new furniture for
the school. We were very proud and happy."
Helen Radtke
"Everyone referred to it as the 'Little Hofto
School', but the thing that stands out in my
thoughts is the big community spirit which en-
veloped the whole district. The school programs,
the Christmas parties, and the monthly Com-
munity Club meetings packed the little place with
neighborliness, friendliness, and love. As proof
of this we still get together each summer with a
hospitable family from the district.  So 'Little
Hofto' continues to live on in our minds and in
our hearts."
Vivian Blakeley
During a two day recess for the teachers' con-
vention in Milwaukee, it seemed that a skunk
had taken up his abode under our school house.
One of my older boys set a trap just inside the
tile in the foundation, hoping to trap him during
the recess or over the weekend . . . but no luck.
Monday, when I returned to school, there was
the skunk, trying desperately to free himself and
get out of the trap. I called a board member and
he brought another man with him to take care
of the situation. From the odor in the school
room the skunk had used all his ammunition.
We had an unexpected holiday as we had to
go home for the day. As a pleasant reminder of
our scemtful day off, Santa gave me a scentless
china skunk for Christmas that year.
Mrs. Pearl Duxstad
"We had an old garage at Northrup School
that the children played in occasionally. Never
will I forget the queer sensation I felt when
I went out one noon hour to ring the bell. There
wasn't a sound, nor a child in sight. It was if
they had disappeared into thin air. I walked
around back of the school, still not hearing a
sound. As I walked around the other side of the
garage, there stood three little girls.  While
playing in the garage they had become provoked
at the rest of the children and slipped out and
barred the doors. The prisoners wouldn't give the
jailers the satisfaction of making a sound, and
so remained as quiet as mice. At the time I could
not appreciate the humor of the incident, but it
is now an amusing topic when I meet one of
the group."
Sarah Lee

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