Eastern High School - Eastern Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Puge27 The EASTERN i Nim-lean Twenty-lhrec Cooper, the greenest of our crew. Our worst enemies were the third class passengers, who, our captain told us, were Sophomores, or Sophs, as the upper classes called them. Strange stories were revealed to us of a horrible sea monster named mid-semester, who came twice every year and gobbled up green freshmen. We spent many sleepless nights in anxious watching for the terrible creature. The monster came, but to our great relief and surprise many more third class passengers were taken than steerage. After a while we were moved to better quarters and given different things to do. Our positions had risen to one of responsibility and from the elevated height we saw many more of these bothersome Freshmen board the ship. We racked our brains to think up some horrible stories to tell them. We were then given second class berths in the good old boat. Our thoughts were wholly occupied with building up the ship's log and record- ing events which will be looked upon as history. First class cabins and the training is about o'er. All hands in prepara- tion! For we are now about to test that which we have gained from the hold and forecastle of the good ship. We notice with increasing surprise the youth and small size of each Freshman group. We truly recognize how eminently fitting it was for Seniors to predominate as leaders of the entire crew. Of course, it is quite possible that not every group of Seniors were as well fitted for this position as the January, 1923. We, who were very anxious to put ourselves down prominently in the history of our ship, with much care and serious thought selected Bruce Carbutt as our lead. These last few months, with the most illustrious crew of 1923, have been months of much glory for old Eastern. Her renown has spread quickly over the vast ocean, and by mysterious means other ships have heard of her great skill in a game called football. No other ship could boast of such strength as this mystery ship, and they were all afraid and kept at a distance after once they were defeated. These last few days have been times of eventful happenings-plays, parties, and many social functions, and now we have gathered at a farewell banquet, our last social gathering as a class. We have reached the harbor of our port, Graduation, and other ships can be seen about us gliding slowly by. At last we have come to the end of a four years' journey. It has been a great voyage. In spite of sea sick- ness, terror of the storms, and hard work, we have never regretted for one moment that we boarded the ship Eastern. VVhen we are left on the deck out of sight of the Orange and Black banner, we notice many ships inviting us to become passengers within their busy cabins. Fear and terror strike us when we think of boarding a large ship named Business filled with cold and stern looking strangers. While we wait, other ships slip slowly into port, among them one very interesting and noisy vessel called College. Most of us choose this ship for our next voyage, although we lose many friends on the Business and Commerce boats. VVe have parted from our friends, waved farewell at old Eastern, and now we are ready to meet the dangers of the next voyage with as much bravery and cheerfulness as before. I have read you our ship's log. All its pages are written full. NVQ have not the prophet's eye to see the future. The History of the class of january, 1923, is finished. Thou, too, sail on O ship of Ours, Our hopes, our fears are all with Theeg Our hopes triumphant over our fears Are all with Theel Are all with Thee! FAITH McCui.LocH.

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fl Tl1eEASTERN Page26 N ineleen Tu.-enlylhree strikes. When the lessons were long and the marks too low, we let down on the studies and spent our spare times on pleasures. But we learned that to strike is to lose time, for, when we return to work, we had to dig overtime, with small pay. Often we have needed safety devices, especially the miner's electric torch, to guide us through dark tunnels, where in these murky places our teachers stood goading us on to do better work. XVe thought the hours long and the work heavy, but now, to our surprise, we are truly sorry to leave the old mine, and we feel sure that we would dig gold if we could only stay. We hate to give up the old spade, but we'll add our colors, the maze and the blue, as an incentive to following classes. The real signifi- cance of these colors and this spade is that they bind us to the past, present and future of Eastern High School. This class has been blessed with such an unusual number of diggers that we were afraid the spade would be worn out long before the end of the term, but there is a semblance of its real self left. This spade will no longer serve our purpose, as we will need a much larger one for future digging, so we present you, the representative of June, '23, with this symbol dear to all graduates, hoping this pledge will bind you more closely to us, and both of us closer and closer as days go by, to all graduates of Eastern High School. Rrci-:Ann HOLDEN. History of Class, January, 1923 As one who con's at evening O'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces Of friends that he has known. So I tum the leaves of fancy, 'Till in shadowy designs, I find the smiling features of Old Ikstem Friends of mine. These friends, my classmates of January, 1923, were gazing out upon the Sea of Life-hailing the training ship Eastern. A motley crew are they. and laughing, for they know not of the future ports of mystery for which they are to embark, nor do they careg that mysterious land of the dead, Latin, or the perilous port of Algebra, or the seven seas of English in which many have been drown'd where late they danced before, hold no hidden danger for this unthinking crew. Ostensibly, the journey to this mysterious land was to be made in four years, but many who were with us then are not with us now. They have been left at various ports: Home, Business, and some at the end of Life's journey. Now, I wonder if you would be interested to learn of some of our ex- periences on this voyage. Well do I remember that wonderful first day: all was joyous confusion when we learned that we were to take a trip on The Eastern. There before us in the harbor lay the majestic ship flying this gallant Orange and Black at her highest mast head. Who had not heard of the wonderful Captain La Verne B. Mann, and what he was doing for the ship? Out of a boat twenty-two years old he was making a ,modern high-powered, up-to-date vessel, and was succeeding so well that our parents were glad to see us embark under his command. Being the latest arrivals, we were put into the steerage and put to cleaning things in the hold and dusting the logs of ancient lives past. Under Mr. Vkfaterhury as first mate we flew many green flags, symbols, our ene- mies hinted, of our freshness. We green sailors chose as our leader Dennis

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The EASTERN Page28 Nineteen Twenly-lllree The Temple of Education A building looms up in the azure sky, On firm foundation, laid with greatest care. Above its marble walls and pillars high, Uneven turrets rise into the air. And o'er its stately portal, white and fair, In queenly posture stand the virgins three, Who guard the entrance, and below them there In gold words carved is the divine decree, That, He who walks with Wisdom, shall a wise man be. What is this gracious building, dazzling white, Whose minarets like fingers touch the sky, Whose storied windows gleam with rainbow light- Their wondrous radiance with the sun doth vie? 'Tis Edumtion's Castle, large and high, A mighty building, wisely planned throughout. A noble pattem, which we well may try To follow, as we build our lives wit.hout False pride, but vital, strong, sincere, devout. We too are buildings-in the world of men. Not buildings built as was the House of Pride, Which by an unmtpected storm had been .Destroyed, and all its grandeur east aside. Laid deep in that which training did,provide For us throughout the years we studied here, The footings of our structures shall abhie, And stand unshaken, as from year to year They are assailed by all the storms of life severe. From this day onward till life's setting sun, Be this forever our unchanging aim, To fashion our own buildings now begun, Like Education's Temple. May the same Inscription carved thereon the truth proclaim, That more than boast of pomp and heraldry Of power we value an untamished name. So let us live and strive that all may see That, He who walks with Wisdom, shall a wise man bel Anrnun Kuemusnu, Class Poet. WHO'S WHO AND WHAT'S WHAT By Dennis Cooper, Class Prophet. Mr. Toastmaster, members of the faculty, classmates'- Let us assume that the time is 1950. Not long ago I happened to be looking through a history of the prom- inent people of Michigan, the beginning of which did not particularly inter- est me. NVhen I arrived, however, at the period between 1930 and 1950, many of the names seeming familiar to me, I paid very close attention to them. I found, to my great surprise, that these people had all graduated from Eastern High School, Detroit, in my own class of january, 1923. Desiring to learn more, I referred to a book called Who's NVho and What's What in Detroit. I was very much surprised to find how many of my old chums had done great things, so, where I was able, I obtained separate biographies of them. I have brought with me today the book called Who's Who and What's What in Detroit, from which I shall read short snatches, and I have also brought the few biographies which I was for- tunate enough to obtain. If Mr. Evans and Mr. Shultz will please bring forward the books that the public library has so kindly loaned me for the occasion, I shall read