East Lansing High School - Ceniad Yearbook (East Lansing, MI)

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The Ceniad CLASS PROPHECY From the doors of E. L. H. S,, From the corridors so spacious, From the classrooms, wise and learned, Came the students filled with knowledgeg Close beside it lay the quagmire, Lay the saturated gridiron Where the warriors, tired and muddy. Blocked and tackled there 'til sundowng From this wigwam of the chieftain, To the strains of Alma Mater, Forth into the fray went, dauntless, All the Seniors into battle. First we see the wondrous Andy, Taster, buyer of Lamb's candy, Steaks, and pork chops by the dozen For his harem, perfect husband: Next the butter and cheese man's daughter, Little Helen, sigh inspirer, Now a dull professor's lifer , Brainless students' French instructor: Then comes john, the famous wooer Of that fickle, fleeting muse, Crasps his Lifetime in his hand, and Forthwith writes his name in water: William Price, the saxophoner, Lulls his audience to slumber, Lulls them with his far-off murmurs, With the passing of the hours: And the charming Cara jean Poses ads for Listerine- Sweet thy smile is as the fragrance Of the wild-flowers in the morning g jimmy Miller, the great boaster, He the marvelous story-teller, Wielder of the pen of Lardner, Writes for us the world's Best-sellers: And the gentle Adah Howard Sings in accents sweet and tender, Sings in tones of deep emotion, Songs of love and songs of longing: Happy is jim Patterson, Having such a wife to love himl Happy is our Poll McFadden, Having such a fickle husband! Social service is the career Tender Barbara Ensign entered, Tender also, Stella Hazen Missionary in Zanzibar is: On Fifth Avenue you'll find in Letters gilt Miss Munter's name: A second Chanel now is she Who charges clients enormous fees: Arthur Hulbert, always studious, Now writes a treatise, now philosophizes On the gleaming of the water, On the splendor of the sunset: William Davis, our White-Father, Preaches sermons every Sunday To a sleepy congregation, Urging them to high endeavor: Avon is a lifeguard handsome On Atlantic City's beach, 'Loof he stands with arms enfolded, Object of all eyes adoringg Christine jarred an expert is in Plus and Personality , while Lily Short, an eager housewife, Leads her Chappy a merry life: Francen is a botanist famed, Known and praised the wide world over, Lectures on the wild-flowers gives he. Lectures on the Lady's Slippers: Eddie johnson for the movies, Big, strong, silent man is he, jay, headwaiter at the Cave Inn, Strange the fates decreed for these: And at Vassar find we Don Green As a teacher of astronomy, ln this field is he proficient, Passing on his knowledge learned: There surrounded by the volumes, ln among the books she loves so, There Ruth Crossman to the public Distributes them to the people: Super-salesman is Eugene Croat For Schell's Oriental Rugs, Maynard Marshall now voice teacher To the children of Hick Center: lt, as a Profession is the Title of a book of knowledge, Title of a book instructive, By our fellow classmate, jane Cox: I2

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The Ceniad CLASS WILL lConl'inuedI l, james Stahle, bequeath my drum to Mr. Price. ll-'Ie says it's good for his head ache.l I, Charles Sutterby, bequeath my eye to the flappers of the school. I, Wilma Wagenvoord, bestow upon Miss Stophlet my Dutch Expressions for use in her classes. I, Curtis White, leave the building. Hooray! In testimony whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this fifteenth day of March in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred thirty-two. In the presence of the following witnesses: 1241 Miss Nellie Beaumont Miss Geraldine Elliott Miss Dorothy Stophlet TO MY PINE O Pine that dared the hill crest To rest your twined feet, And far above the water The mad wind dared to meetl Your roots are bare and knobb'd, Your gnarl'd trunk reaches west, Your east length boasts no branches, Why did you choose this rest? I-low long have you stood watching Against the morning sky? I-low long, how many ages Have wild winds whistled by? I-low many summer waters Have laid in peace below? How many winter's blizzards Have bound you in their snow? And still you stand triumphant! Tho' bent, you reach as high As cow'rdly trees that dared not A hill, 'gainst wind-swept sky. Old Pine, you've felt the sunshine, You've caught the raindrop tearsw I hear your branches whisper Dear mem'ries of the years. -Stella I-lazen. THE SENIORS

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The Ceniad CLASS PROPHECY lContinuedl Portia now is Dorothy Holsapple, And the mighty jury sways she, Corydon is the judge who aids her, Aids her in the courts of lawg Wilma, pretty, shy, and laughing, Learned of every land its language, Learned its tongue and mannerisms, Now First Lady of the Land is, Powerful senator is Bill Giltner, And one of First Lady's best friends, Secretary to this great man ls Ruth Robb, efficient as ever, Willard is a tooth musician, Plays his tunes on young and aged, David is an editor, harried, Dashing off the latest news, lrwyn Robey is in Hollywood, Doing lighting for the famous 4 Second Barrymore, Georgia Shaver, O'er an edifice so lovely, High above the other buildings, High in silence stand these letters, Bankers, House of Pletz, we discern, jimmy Stahle, Rear Admiral Of our country's navy is, while On a farm, to our surprise, Chuck Sutterby now spends his time, Curtis aids the world as doctor, Cures his fellows of their ills, Cures them of their mumps and measles, Coaches them in basketball. Thus departed all the Seniors, All the Seniors, the Beloved, ln the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, From the doorway of the tepee, From the portals of the big lodge. -Louise Muncie. TO A WIDE, POKEY RIVER The sluggish summer stream In languor glides- As dull as dusty green That it divides 'Tis bound by sloping flats, With dwarfed trees, The sun shines dully, murk Prevents a breeze. A useless, hopeless river - Yet the blue Has sometimes echoed here A vision few escape. The 'dream of hope When buoyant springs Have joined themselves and whispered Greater things! Of swift, tempestuous whirl Between the stone Where unclimbed peaks their shadows Cast alone. Upon the deep-cut gorge And giant pines l26l Where surging winds the pale Gold sunshine finds, Someday to leap past clear-cut Banks and straight Through bright and pine-tangled air, 'Til then to wait Forgetting all the flow'rs She might have fed. The moss and blades by which She could have sped. The sand she could have cut And carried swift. The giant oaks that might Their branches lift. It 'twere not hers to be A mountain rill Still she with life some fruitful Plain might fill But I with thoughts as shallow As this stream, Bemoaning circumstance Still wait and dream. -Stella Hazen.