Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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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

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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 EDITORIAL pf' 2 Hg S we pause to rummage through the pages of preceding annuals, we cannot help but notice the changes that have altered our i Z,Qi5'ifLi'yi high school life. The one that stands most in the foreground is the leek of ffcleee spirit end leads ue to believe whet the Alumni have often repeated, Your class does not have the li A 51 fighting spirit that ours did. This is very startling, but also very true. It not only is true of our class, but like a contagious disease, spreads until it effects every class in the school. The only way we can combat this evil, for it regretfully deserves this name, is through a highly developed sense of co-operation. It is a well recognized fact that harmony and co-operation is the only way a large organized body may hope to succeed. The time has come when we, the class of Twenty-two, cease to write the history of the school and yield the pen to our successors, and We wish that something might arouse in us that true friendship and interest in each other that would give way to an everlasting spirit of unity. Then we would confidently step forth into the world and receive all she has in store for us.