Cadillac High School - Log Yearbook (Cadillac, MI)

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 While driving about Cadillac one day last spring, we became suddenly aware of the numerous bridges we were crossing. The city and the surrounding country is studded with these man-made devices that enable us to cross streams and rivers to explore what is cn the other side. Many of us cross some of these bridges on the way to school. Most of us cross the bridge on the Clam when we go to Lincoln Field for the football games. Stop for a minute in the city park and you see the pretty little rustic bridge at the lake’s edge. Take your fishing rod and get out of town. Whatever stream you choose to fish you encounter bridges, little bridges of just a few logs thrown across Bear Creek, or beautiful works of engineering skill like the famous Cooley Bridge across the Manistee. As we contemplated these bridges, we observed the parallel to our life in high school. A philosopher has said, “Life is a bridge, ye are to pass over it, not dwell upon it.” That is how we pictured our days at C. H. S., a bridge from childhood to the future, a bridge on which we spend many happy days. From the day Mr. Mills welcomes us as we step upon the bridge until the day Mr. Shankland hands us our diplomas, we have been advancing, making ourselves ready for the future on the other side of the bridge. — 5 —

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the Bridge of Days at C. H. S. 1 - The Students Who Cross the Bridge. 2 - The Teachers Who Guide Us. 3 - The Sports We Enjoy. 4 - The Fun We Have. 5 - The Merchants We Patronize. — 7 —