Mickey Rooney

C-O-M-G-A-T-D, Colgate for Let me tell you a story that started several years ago.

I don't know what the past few years have done to this story, but I think you'd be interested in knowing what I do know, for this is the story of Albert Winger. Albert Winger was just a normal high school boy back in 1937, living in a small town of Deer Park, Wisconsin close to Milwaukee.

On February 11th of that year, Albert Winger was attending a high school basketball game near Milwaukee, and after that game was over, he, along with his schoolmates, piled into a bus that was to take them home, but the night was very, very cold. The snow was piled high, and more snow was being driven by the wind as the bus tried to take the students home.

Two miles from Albert Winger's home, the bus came to a stop. The snow was too deep. The bus driver tried to make it, but he could go no further. I'm sorry, Albert. I don't think we can go any further.

That's all right, sir. I can walk home from there. It's only two miles. You just don't the door and let me up. I'll make it all right. Okay Albert. Good luck. Good luck. Sorry young Albert Winger got out of the bus to try and walk through those snow drips the remaining two miles to his home. The wind cut through the night the snow was

deep. Albert looked for familiar landmarks as he plotted on. He lost his footing several times in the deep snow but each time he managed to get back onto his feet was getting colder now. The temperature had dropped. Dropped to 20 degrees below The icy blast cut right through Albert.