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

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-U38-'I CENIAD 1936 fContinued from Page Twenty-sevenj I, Lloyd Hulbert, do bequeath my bashful silence to Anna Pritchard. I, Howard Hunt, willingly turn over my Rhythm Rasselers to Bill Patch, to keep him away from the women. I, Emma Jean LeRoy, leave my flute-away. I, Robert Lill, bestow my brilliant debating ability upon Anne Gower. I, Robert Linton, give her back to her class. I, Elizabeth Loudon, leave with love. I, joe Lynch, sadly leave for the use of a dictionary. I, Elizabeth McAlvay, begrudgingly give up my school support to Ruth Grantham. I, June McCauley, leave Miss Bentley. I, Elna Mosier, graciously bestow my sweet nature upon Coach Shaver. I, John Russell Murphy, will my friendly nature to the Sophomore Class. I, John Turner Murphy, hurriedly depart early to get there on time. I, Jane Musselman, leave my Ceniad dummy for the Junior Class to fight over. I, Richard Nahstoll, will the reading of the Council minutes to Mona Sutherland. DI, Dika Newlin, most unwillingly leave the dictionary. I, janet O'Hara, depart with Central. .I, Marion Patch, won't leave my love for higher leaming. I, Kenneth Patterson, transfer to All-Ameri- can. I, Edward Penner, flutter by to two shows at the State. I, Phyllis Pennington, leave alfably. I, David Plctz, leave my milk route for the gas station. I, Charles Prince, leave for the north woods. I, Robert Pritchard, go to Pat -ent my ir- resistibility. I, Richard Publow, leave ruthlessly. I, Randall Robertson, will find- the prowler. I, Frank Rose, am packing to leave. I, John Scales, regretfully leave a broken window in Mr. Price's room. I, Wilson Scales, let the ninth graders alone. I, james Schieve, bequeath my hair grower to Wayne Lee. I, Marie Schroen, sadly give up my Social Arithmetic book to Carol Lott. CDoes she care a lot?J I, Kenneth Smith, give the brakes to some- body else. I, Lyman Smith, reluctantly bestow my journalistic tendencies upon Mary Fagan. I, William Stack, depart for K. H. lKappa House, to youj. I, David Stewart, most unhappily leave bed earlier to peddle papers on time for a change. I, Warren Tansey, relinquish my caddy mas- ter's job to somebody a little bit tougher. I, Ethel Taylor, bequeath my vocal efforts to Alvira Spencer. I, Emily Telford, come and go. I, Perry Tenney, leave my football for somebody else to blow. I, Louis Theroux, helpfully will my astron- omical knowledge to any up and coming star- gazer who feels he needs the knowledge. We, Betty Ward, Margaret Taft, and Fau- vette Johnston, depart for our Campus Cow- boys. I, Albert White, leave my troubles. Good- ness! I, Marian Williams, leave for higher and better learning. KNO cracks to the teachers., I, Jane Wise, will my correspondence to whoever can take it Thus, on the nineteenth day of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty- six, on the day of our graduation, we hereby sign this document. The Senior Class Witnesses: Dorothy Stophlet, Adviser, jane Musselman, Editor Twenty-nine

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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

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