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JIM HEFFERNAN (1957) is a columnist for the Duluth News-Tribune. In one of Jim's columns, he told of the day his pants disintegrated at Denfeld: "One day at Denfeld, my pants disintegrated...I spilled battery acid on my khakis, so I changed pants and didn't give it another thought. The stained khakis went through the wash, and I wore them to school a few days later. Sitting in homeroom in the morning, I remember looking down and watching the front of the khakis disappear before my eyes. They turned to dust."
 (1995) When I took ceramics class at Denfeld, somehow I found myself in charge of the room that contained all of the different powders for making glazes. This room was so dusty that me and a couple of my friends decided to install a vent-duct to an existing exhaust fan that was in an ajoining room. Of course, the school would have never allowed us to do such a thing, so we had to do it in secret. We found a long vacume cleaner hose and cut a hole through the wall to the fan. All of the sudden we heard the distinct jingle of the chief Engineer's keys. Before the Engineer could unlock the door, we were able to stack a bunch of bags over the hole we had just made. Then we acted like were were just organizing the room. The Engineer bought it. We then abandoned our plan and used plaster to seal up the hole.
DAVID R. STEVENS (1995) I remember when I was depressed one day and Mr. Overland let me in the auditorium so I could do the one thing I loved most. Singing my head off. It was amazing to me how beautiful my voice alone carried throughout that ornate auditorium. I can't imgine West Duluth without Denfeld. Long may she tower over future grads to come. THOMAS LUNDGREN (1960) We were all asked to bring a urine specimen to biology class, so we could test it for diabetes, as I recall. Several of the guys who were jokers in the class thought it would be amusing if instead of submitting individual specimens, they would all go to the men's room and each would take turns at filling a gallon glass jug. Miss Saltwick was NOT amused. DOMINIC STADLER (1995) When I was at Denfeld I was tought a lesson on gumption. People told me it was going to be hard to become somthing I wanted but I made it. I am what I am supposed to be, and it is thanks to Denfeld. MIKE CHASE (1969) Sophomore year (1967), I had Mr. Richard "Fog" Hanson's Chemistry class 1st hour--always arriving early. I believe it was Greg Karger and I who were in the Lab area just shooting the breeze. There was a Bunsen Burner hose laying near one of the lab sinks where there were two faucets with barbed outlets. This 1/8 inch diameter rubber hose soon became hooked up to both of the water spigots. The water was turned on and an in-rush sound was heard---soon followed by the rubber hose expanding to over two inches in diameter across most of its length--thanks to Duluth's excellent water head pressure and our creativity. The super-pressurized hose hung in the sink link a ring bologna and we quickly turned-off the water. At that very moment, Mr.Hanson walked in and we wandered away to our seats with the hose left hanging in the sink. As luck would have it, we had a movie that day. Mr. Rudy Voelkner came into the room during the movie and he noticed the hose being attached between the two spigots---but due to the room lights being turned off, did not notice the complete situation. Fog Hanson saw Rudy looking at this and he came over and pulled off one end of the hose, spraying a lot of water at high pressure onto several people as well as himself. He then shut off the movie projector, turned on the lights, and said: "If I ever find out who did this, they won't be taking Chemistry any more". Several of the more-likely culprits were looked at suspiciously---but we remained anonymous. Tim Solomon (2002) I got my first hole-in-one while a student at Denfeld High School. Many friends and staff members congratulated me on my accomplishment throughout the days that followed. It is so endearing that the members of the Denfeld community are consistently selfless and will always strive to promote the well-being of fellow community members. DANE SWANSON (1981) Ok, I've got to get something off my chest. Remember way back about 1980 when someone dumped a whole bunch of oil in the parking lot near the chimney? Creating a huge oil slick where everyone would happily display "smoke-shows" by spinning there rear wheels in the greased up pavement. Well that was me. I had aquired about ten gallons of oil from oil changes I had done in my garage which was located only two blocks from the school. One night I just got it in my head that it might be kinda cool to grease up a spot in the parking lot. I walked two blocks carrying two, five gallon buckets of oil and quietly drained them in a spot that I thought would be appropriate for vehicular mahem. The next day at school I went out to the parking lot at lunch time to find a crowd gathered watching the lubed up entertainment. I realize now that this probably wasn't a very responsible thing to do but I'm sure alot of my fellow classmates remember it to this day. And after all, isn't that what it's all about? Memories? If anyone remembers me and the oil incident and you want to praise me or persecute me, you can contact me at palmtreepools  aol.com.
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