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

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'V CENIAD 1936 Last WiH and Testament of Seniors Bequeaths Good Spirit to Undergrads We, the Senior Class of 1936 of East Lan- sing High School, being well balanced in mind and in good health, do hereby write our last will and testament, and sadly taking our leave, do bequeath the following: We, the Senior Class, leave our good spirit to the whole school. l, Alice Amsden, turn over my valiant V-8 to Andy Hays. I, Donald Anderson, bequeath my taciturn tact to Albert Steigerwalt. I, Elizabeth Anderson, sadly leave my so- phisticated manner to Jessie Patton. I, Ruth Bailey, bestow my sweet simplicity upon Doris Lange. I, Robert Ballard, swiftly leave for the Ideal pool room. I, Elwin Barnum, willingly bequeath my subdued nature to Ray Smith. I, Paul Barrett, bequeath the Boy Scouts to Brother Ingersoll. I, Robert Bartlett, gladly will my hunting ability to anyone who wants a pink slip. I, Mary Todd Belknap, hastily leave dear East Lansing High to meet my college boy friends. I, Ruth Blomgren, flatly refuse to leave Dick Publow. I, john Boppr most helpfully bestow my Bowery English upon Coach Shaver. I, jack Boughner, willingly bequeath my :hildish ways to Tom Sanford. I, Doris Brook, lazily leave my long walk to school to anyone who likes exercise. I. Mary Canberg, unhappily bequeath mv violin to Donald Clark. I, Jane Coons, with a sigh of relief, turn over my thirty six hair curlers to Mert Nickle. I, Edwin Crowe, reluctantly bestow Bert Sever upon anyone who likes to loaf in the halls. I, Eugene Derragon, leave my scholastic prowess to him who may desire it. I, Henry Dirks, will my studious nature to Bernie Scavarda. I, Malcomb Dolbee, unwillingly leave my arguments with the faculty to jane Darlington. I, Pearl Dolbee, begrudgingly take my leave of high school. I, Gerald Drake, re-leave Dora Gower of her postal duties. I, Charles Dutton, leave, a Lochinvar. I, Ruth Fagan, waive my rcd flag to Jeanne Fulkerson. I, Brice Farwell, solemnly bestow my pro- fessorship upon Jack Newitt. I, Robert Field, depart for a better racket. I, Ermald Foltz, relinquish Dana Mae Bar- ton to my little brother. I, Robert Frank, willingly give my tie to somebody who knows how to tie it. I. Charlie Fulkerson, leave my vaulting to Bob Theroux. I, Parker Gray, leave for the dentist. I, Nancy Jane Hartsuch, bestow my pleas- antness upon the teachers. I, jane Harvey, languidly leave as the last of the Sub-Dubs. I. James Hasford, transfer, so sadly, my prattle to Stanley Gunn. I, Robert Heath, relinquish my horn for Gabriel. I. Phyllis Henning, do ordain that my long black locks be left to whomever has the key. I, Crawford Hertel, bestow my sax-appeal upon Patty VVood. I, Harold Hicks, resignedly transfer the taxi monopoly to my ark rival, Rasputin. I, Kathryn Hicks, gladly leave my long dis- tance from school to Peggy Ball. fC07lff?11ll'd on Pagz Twenty-ninej Twenty-se'uen

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' 4' ' 4' CBNIAD 1936 EDITQRIALS In Retrospect A year to be remembered, this one of '36. Like all the rest it's had its trials as well as triumphs, its dreams fulfilled, its wishes shat- tered...We've lost some battles yet we know the heady wine of victory. Somehow it seems ill fitting to wax sentimental over fleeting high school daysg of course we treasure many happy memories of those times gone by, but youth must be served, it cannot stagnate in the past. We who leave will do so not without a heavy heart, yet not without a lighter step. We bid adieu to happy years and face new worlds to conquer. Somehow it seems fitting that the class of '36 should leave a job well done with head up,.eyes alight, and striding onward, ever onward, to meet whatever challenge life can give. A Legacy The Class of '36 leaves behind it a new sort of gift. A vital living monument, the Senior Responsibilities, deeded as the natural heritage to the oncoming classes, may well become a concrete proof that youth has come of age. With but a few exceptions, the Seniors proved themselves worthy of the responsibility delegated to them by the faculty of managing their own study time. The co-operative attitude of the students, working with a fair and tolerant fac- ulty, has made the first year a splendid success. The Class of ,36 is confident that the classes to come will carry on and make this plan succeed. Venit, Vidit, Vicit In the short space of nine months a man who came to us a stranger, has endeared himself to the school and the community. Never too tired to greet us with a sunny smile, never too busy to pass the time 0' day, always kindly when we're wrong, a real friend. Afriend,acounselor, a scholar, a gentleman we take this opportunity to thank Mr. Hill for his part in making this, our last year, the happiest of a very happy high school career. A Thank You The staff extends to Miss Moore and the Press Club its heartfelt thanks for the invaluable service which they contributed toward the mak- ing of this yearbook. The hours spent in time and effort are not forgotten. A Thank You sounds weak yet it's the best we can offer on paper. The Spirit of '36 The class of '36 will be remembered for its spirit long after its athletic achievements, its forensic ability. its dramatic talent have been forgotten. These are important fields of en- deavor but they can be duplicated more easily than the determination which has characterized this class The perseverance and cooperation evidenced in every activity no matter how insignificant will manifest itself in the future development of those who can be proud to say, I am a mem- ber of the class of '36. Carry On Every year we hear some underclassmen ask, f'lVhat on earth will this school be like with- out so-and-so? He is graduating, you know. This year is no exceptiong the age old query has arisen time and again. Will you let an old Senior give you a little advice on this subject? Once upon a time, very long ago, we were Freshmen. Like all Freshmen, we had our Senior heroes-immortals, without whom, life would be a drab sort of existence. As June approached, we often asked that puzzling question, What will we do now? It must be just a necessary part of grow- ing up-these months of anxious worry. This year you wonder who will replace those ten first team football men who graduate. You ask what the orchestra will do without those graduating musicians or how the debate team can survive its losses. Let me tell you what you will do. Four years ago, we who are graduating were asking ourselves those same questions. When we came to school the next fall, it did seem dif- ferent. For a day or so we were lost. Sud- denly, though, we grew up. We realized tha: we could no longer delegate the responsibility to the Seniors, that we must take things in our own hands and carry on. And that is what you will do. You will carry on. East Lansing hasn't reached its peak-it's still climbing, and you whom we lea-ve behind will guide the school onward to new victories and new achievements. We who leave expect you to keep adding to the record, because we know that you can, and we are sure that you will. Class Spirit That intangible something which swells in eager eighth grade hearts and usually falls into a Senior year stupor was not lacking in this year's graduating class. Yet somehow, it seemed to be a spirit of a different nature-more per- manent, less synthetic. Instead of resting on fC'nntinued on Page Twenty-eightl Twenty-:ix

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' CENIAD 1936 THE POET'S CORNER Dust from Bert's Broom LIFE'S STAFF That little beam of light which shines Through murky walls of dark despair, Whose power is shown by myriad signs In stormy or untroubled air. That driving force which makes us fight Incessantly 'gainst dread defeat, And leads us grimly through each night Which follows Waterloos we meet. It seems to give the meanest man A brace to hold his head erectg To make him know there's still a chance To overcome each small defect. He knew man's virtues might recede And faith along with all the rest, So He on high fulfilled our need, And put Hope in each human's breast. Bill Stack AUTUMN NIGHT I would not sleep tonight, I fear, I could not miss this beauty here. Such loveliness is too rare, far, And missing it my year would mar. This open grassy spot is fine To see the wonders that are mine. It is not marred by human things, It still alone to Nature clings. Here will I view this beauteous sight, Around me spreads the autumn night, And from the woods that hover near Come smell of pine and juniper. That ghostly galleon of yoreg That sails the seas forevermore, The harvest moon illumes the sky, And forces back night's canopy. Like army vast, across its glow, The clouds so gently moving gog And, lined against them, through the sky The bird battilions sweeping by. O Father, author of this night, XVhose mind envisioned this great sight, Whose hand then shaped the dream of mind, My reverence in my silence find. I am too filled with holy fear To express the thoughts that engulf me here. I know that You can feel my mood, And You will know my gratitude. -Robert Lill This wandering along the halls is a great game, when you know how to go about it. For those who are observing, there is really a heap of interesting things going on. The other morning I happened to see my good friend Dick Publow walking mournfully down the hall. How did I ever guess that Ruthie was absent? Queer, wasn't it? It's funny the way those things happen. You can always tell when dear Don has Senior Respon- sibilities, too, by the way jackie wanders around. The correspondence seems a little heavy around the Alma Mater this year. And we used to think it was heavy when the gals were here all the time!!! That was nothing com- pared to the way it is now with all the gals across the road. Have you noticed how worn out poor Dora Gower is getting? I guess she has the record for carrying the most. We never realized Mart and Jerry had it in 'em. The year has passed and I still haven't met that mystery man from Central. QJanet'sJ. From what I hear he was at that swell Snow Ball, but he sure kept out of sight. That party was quite the 'nertz for different ar- rangements. Wasn't that the party at which B. Ta.ylor made his debut? I mean, it was the first party M. P. would bring him to. We thought we got rid of that Oldsmobile last year. No luck, it seems. Oh well, we love to see the grads back. That gang was plenty O. K. Did you know that toasted pecan rolls were strictly the thing? Particularly during fourth' period. Maybe that's old stuff, now. -Wandering Reporter lContinued from Page Twenty-sixj its early won laurels, the class forged ahead. When the going got a little tougher, when the competition became more intense, this spirit seemed to recruit new power and spur itself on-to build in snowball fashion by itself. Not only has this been a spirit local to this year's class, but it likewise displays itself m the other four classes. The activities ticket sales, the dues drives, and all the other class competitive events are no .longer walkaways for one go-getting class, for all the classes are go-getters. Not a contest this year was won until the final minute of competition, and the difference between first and last place was a matter of only a few points. In the final analysis, it appears thata good class spirit is a necessary requisite for an up and coming student body. This spirit mani- fests itself in all of the activities, both cir- ricular and extra-curricular. In short, one could almost say that a keen inter-class com- petition is the mark of a healthy student body. A corollary might well read, therefore, that East Lansing High School is a very healthy place. Twznty-eight