Buchanan High School - Pines Yearbook (Buchanan, MI)

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labeled Probate Judge of Berrien County, and as I peep in, I see a man earnest- ly dictating to a stenographer. The man is none other than James Everingharn, al- ways prominent in a. business way. The pretty stenographer is my old pal of the past, Hope Kelley. James always did have a secret passion for Hope, I believe. Again the scene changed. This time a large group of buildings caught my eye. It was the Niles High School, and. there, surrounded by a group of ardent bas- kelball players, was our former athletic star, Augie Topash, now a famous coach. One may certainly see the world through this windshield, for here is portrayed the world's most popular foreign resort. See that girl riding the surf-board-isn't she a whirlwind? I wonder who she could be? Why it's Helen Spatta, one of the most sought after girls in America. Interested in the view, I very earnestly ob- served the scene before my eyes. Who was that at the wheel of the boat? Could it be? Yes, the swiftly moving features are those of Ethel Sibley, a promising young woman, I would say! The vision faded. I saw next a large assembly room filled with people. Soon a very intelligent looking person arose from his chair: and as the words began to fall from his lips, I recognized him to be an old classmate, also, of mine. His name? It was Dr. Donald Burrus, as sure as I live. Hollywood! See there is a production being made, two blondes are starring twins, I believe. No they aren't twins. It is Loren Jewell and William Zachman --but they appear as twins in the production called Two Big Bad Men. This time the picture is laid in a small corner building, evidently a barber shop. Inside everything is white enamel. It is a busy little place, for all the chairs are full and barbers--who are they? They seem familiar, and I can identify them per- fectly now. They are Lewis Leiter, Peanuts Frame, and Dick Morris-but such changes! A swiftly moving express dominates here, and peacefully riding under one of the pullmans are two of the world's prodigal sons, and beneath the gorgeous stubbles of their beards one may discern the features of Richard Boone and Clarence Rice. This scene leaves, and the picture of a noisy eat-house follows in its wake. A snappy waiter, George Spatta, goes whistling merrily as he hustles about, being what he was meant to be-a born cook. Breaking away from the picture of Georgie, I see a street carnival-the ferris wheel gleaming like a great diamond bracelet in the darkness, music of the merry-go- round and the hoarse cries of the venders at their various booths. Delighted, my eyes meet in recognition as Chester Wessendorf, Lucille Lightfoot, and Effie Mae Price, who are talking very enthusiastically over who should sell the peanuts and where- wlzo would have thought that these prominent seniors of '34 would turn up in a street carnival? What is it? A great room filled with earnest faces-all intent upon the speaker before them, entranced with his eloquence. And the reason-you may have guessed- 'tis a Ladies Aid Society and among the distinguished looking admirers I was able to recognize Anna Grace Ranahan and Elaine Hawks-so willing to do for others. I see glory bands playing, crowds breathless, applauding the three figures daring- ly diving from swing to swing at the top of the big tent. Can this be? Yes-I'm sure I'm not mistaken. Perched high up in the tent ready for a daring dive I see Annabelle Dalenberg, Marjorie Hamilton and Thelma Lolmaugh. What dangerous talents they are following. I see the observation car of a swiftly moving train. Two little girls are holding the hands of their governess and watching the flying landscape. How could one help but recognize the governess as Velva Brown? Wonderingly I looked at my windshield-the visions that had portrayed members of my class so well had vanished. For a moment I stared at the place where they had so recently been-then, I laughed to myself. The very idea! Starting my car I determined to forget all this nonsense-but-why-it-it seemed so real. How varied are the lives a.nd occupations of the class of '34g but let us hope they are all happy and that some day they will, like I have, stop to think of all their class- mates in the good old year of 1934. Seventeen

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JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Arthurhultz, Esther Babcock, Marguerite Best, Grey Bird, Donna Blaney, Donald Bradley, Clarence Briney, Virginia Bristol, Gertrude Mangold, Marvin Marsh, Esther Neal, Beatrice Peacock, Lillias Powell, Roy Richardson, Arden Richter, Margaret Reinke, Junior Crittenden, Wilson Riley, Fred Dalenberg, Jack Roti Roti, Donald Deeds, Everett Rough, Opal Di Giacomo, Francis Denno, Claude Depyl, Blanche De Witt, Donna Belle Donley, Edwin Dreitzler, Max George, Margaret Hattenbach, John Heierman, John Howard, Shirley Juhl, Raymond Kelley, Janet Kohlman, Joyce Kool, Leona Leiter, Goldie Ruth, Alice Schultz, Ruth Shaffer, Winifred Strayer, Robert Strunk, Ruth Squier, Elouise Topash, Dan Topash, Pauline Troutfetter, Genev Walker, Howard Webb, Albert VVilcox, Audrey Wolkens, Leona Yurkovic, Anna. Zerbe, Mary Jane 3. JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY Geneva Troutfetter With childish pranks hardly forgotten, the class of '35 began its jour- ney toward the top with all the vim, vigor and vitality freshies could possess. Assuming a very business-like aetitude we elected as cclass pres- ident, Albert Webb, vice-president, Elmer Lehrkeg secretary, Donabelle Marrsg and treasurer, Fred Harkrider. That year, our class advisers were Miss Dorothea Chandler and Mr. Joseph Hyink. In athleticcs, four worth while careers were begun by the now varsi- ty Dan Topash, Everett Deeds, Claude Denno, and Max Dreitzler. Mary Jane Zerbe represented us in debating. We quickly learned the p's and q's of high school, and soon became full-fledged sophs , under the supervision of Miss Janet Thompson and Mr. Joseph Hyink. We placed our future in the hands of Robert Strayer, presidentg Peg- gy Merrefield, vice-president, Ruth Strunk, secretary, and Margaret Ann George, treasurer. Now that we're juniors, we may look back at the eventful past with anticipation toward a bright future as seniors in the forthcoming year. Our faithful adviser, Mr. Hyink, remains with Miss Shriver in the direction of our class this year. Miss Helen Hanlin directed our junior play, Sev- enteenf' Nineteen