Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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'Che SENIOR SICKLE 1922 with the result that we gained representation in the debating teams and were chosen to present The Teeth of the Gift Horse in a series of community plays. Several of our boys were prominent too, on the football field, and on the basketball court. The great event of this year was the senior send-off which we gave for the pleasure of the class of '21, When we came back for our last year, a little feeling of regret came over us-our last year at dear old Adrian High School. The place is like a home to us. We feel that we are a part of everything pertaining to it. We are Seniors now and the leaders of our school. The last year has been so eventful and so crowded full of busy work, that the days have passed all too swiftly. The glee clubs, after an interval of several years, have been revived and the inter-class games with their spirit of keen rivalry, have been very enjoyable and though we have not always won, we have, nevertheless, been good losers. Our senior orations, also, were unusually interesting and the oratorical contest was a good one. We are proud of the fact that one of our number won both the local and the sub-district contest. The mischievous little god Cupid shot a few well-directed shafts into our midst and lessened the number of graduates. A few of our number, finding the work too strenuous, have decided to take another year to com- plete their course, and will graduate with next year's class. We hope to hear that they add to the credit of the class of '23, The Angel of Death, too, we are sorry to record, came into our midst and called one of our number to accompany him to that far country from whose bourne no traveller returns. We pause a moment to pay tribute to the memory of our classmate who was one of our most active members, and always ready to do his bit for the good of the class. As the year draws to a close, there are many of us who really feel a little sad to think that we are reaching the last milestones that mark our high school course. In the long years ahead ofyus, for which we have been striving to prepare ourselves, we shall many times turn back to these, our high school days, remembering them for the joys they have given us, and the sincere friendships which we have formed.

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'Che SENIOR SICKLE 1922 CLASS HISTORY By LEILAH KERR gf: rug WAS not without some trepidation, on a beautiful September morning, in 1918, that a number of us slowly wended our way to Adrian Senior High School, where we knew not what joys and sorrows awaited us. Although there were more than a hundred of us, there seemed scarcely a face that did not reflect the L4 A A Dx uneasiness which we felt. An occasional teacher, passing by, smiled at us in what was meant to be a friendly way, but, to our sensitive minds, it meant just one thing, I'll see you later. The older students, whom we judged to be Seniors, from their knowing and worldly look, also smiled and although they seemed a little more sympa- thetic, we noticed a decided air of condescension. We smiled back, realizing our own inferiority, but secretly vowing that we would some day stroll about with the conquering air of the Seniors. Soon we were in the assembly room where we were seated alphabetically. Shall we ever forget with what palpitating hearts we marched the length of that long assembly room, only to learn that we had been assigned seats underneath the balcony? How strange our own names sounded to us! What possessed those new shoes to squeak so? That assembly room has shrunk during the last three years, I am sure, for then it was miles from the rostrum to the rear seats, and now the distance is but a few feet. After going through a few more formalities incident to becoming mem- bers of Senior Hi, in each of which we were only made more aware of our lack of sophistication, we were finally launched as Freshmen. But in spite of the name that was bestowed upon us, we maintained as high a standard as the other classes when we began to take up our various courses of study. Our difficulties and joys were not alike, for some excelled in Latin and Algebra, while others were more profiicient in English and the sciences, and still others gained distinction in the commercial course. I believe, however, we were all alike when it came to the idea of good fellowship, for we were always well represented in all school activities. As we went on through the year, we met with both triumphs and losses, our triumphs recorded in A's and B's and our losses made conspicuous by failure slips. Our junior year found us possessed of more initiative, for we were older and more experienced and we could look with complacency at the trembling Freshmen and feel glad that we are not in their shoes. We even dared to contest the supremacy of the mighty Seniors in debating and dramatics.

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'Che SENIOR SICKLE 1922 CLASS POEM MEMORIES I dream of our dear old high school, Set back from the noisy street, Of the place where so often we'd meet The friends that had grown so dear. Our school books may all be forgotten, Forgotten, our toils and our tasks, But our smiles, I am sure, are but masks, When we think of the friends we have left. There were teachers with infinite knowledge, Whose ability none could surpass, Who strove for the good of the class, And who grieved when they saw us depart. I think of the boys in the class, The boys who were loyal and true, And fought for the White and the Blue, On field and in gym, as you know. And wonder as in fancy I see them, If,-'midst the world's tumult and strife,- As they fight in the battle of Life, Their successes more pleasure will bring them. I fancy the Girls' Pep Society, Will boost for the right and prove true, As it boosted the White and the Blue, With encouragement rare and good cheer. Devoted to Art were some of our girls, Melodious ,voices had others, I know, Who charm'd with their songs sweet and low, Such talents as these are indeed sure to please Pleasant it is once more to recall, Our three happy years spent in Adrian High, The gym, the assembly, the play ground nigh, And all the old haunts to memory dear. Again we shall meet and our friendships renew, My classmates, dear, in that beautiful Land, That God has preparld for our faithful band, Where sadness ne'er comes and joy is profound. -MARoARE'r'rA Harm