Eau Claire High School - Beaver Tales Yearbook (Eau Claire, MI)

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CLASS POEM I can do most anything; Bake the pancakes, till the loam, But it’s pretty hard to bring All your thoughts into a po(e)m. My subject is the Senior class And shortly will 1 tell That we are all as smooth as glass, For we must several annuals sell. Ed. Bakeman is that smiling lad, And husky too is he; You never find him feeling bad, But happy as can be. G. Birkholm, tall, lank and thin So full of ready jokes. You cannot help but laugh at him, When he says “Holy Smokes.” C. Bishop is a Senior too, Right there both soon and late, And all that he can find to do Is talk in the Lib. (library) with Kate. L. Clark is president of the class, The choicest Pick (ey) of all; You’ll either find him at the glass Or “over at the hall.” It’s quite important that I speak Of Kenneth Clawson here; The only secret he can keep Is of his little dear. A. Crandall is our modest one And always quite the same, For when you want a favor done She usually can find time. Let’s give a cheer for this one too, And let us all shake hands. For we will kindly share with you. This Senior boy Paul Franz. Max is also in our bunch. A right good fellow too. And ever waiting for the hunch To make his person true. Next on the list is Ardella fair. We sometimes call her “Sweet;” You know she has that neat little air And such little, dainty feet. Now comes Ivan, the business man, Who sells the school supplies; Pencils and paper, he has on hand, All colors, shapes and size. It’s quite important that we had To go with the school machine, This tail, good-natured, quiet lad— This Senior boy Eugene. Peggie is the pride of all, The object of every eye. Arguing with her you’re sure to fall, And Oh! I wonder why. Last but not least, is little me, So, kind, so brave, so good. And I wisn you all could see What I could do if I would. MURL R. MOMANY

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SALUTATORY Once more E. C. H. S. is sending out a class. We, as gradu- ates, welcome you here this evening, and wish to express our grat- itude for the interest you have taken in our activities. During our four years of High school life, we have had a chance to observe the wonderful growth, which the school has made and we feel confident that with the coming of the new building, the old school spirit will become even greater, for the students who have stuck to the school in spite of fire and sickness will be better able to appreciate the conveniences of a new and up-to-date building. We also wish to thank the community for the splendid spirit shown at the time of the fire. Had you not stepped forward and helped us by lending your books, furniture and personal aid we might not have been able to complete our courses after three years and a half of work. As we leave the pleasures and toils of High school life, we feel more keenly what it has really meant to us. And as we come face to face with the world we will be thankful for the many practical lessons learned in school, without which we would be all but helpless in the great struggles for existence. As a class we have learned by experience that school work is anything but play, and that during the school term study is our business and should be conducted as such. But as in any other successful business there is always a certain time for recreation, which is as essential as the work itself. This is obtained in var- ious ways, depending on the individual. Athletics have become an important part of the school and whenever the local school has been represented here, they have always found the people backing and supporting them. For this and the many other courtesies extended to us, we thank you. GEORGE BIRKHOLM ’19

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ORATION “The Heroes of Tomorrow Men, when thinking of heroes, usually recall the turmoils and dangers of war. They hear the word and it brings before their eyes visions of battlefields clouded with cannon smoke, of sol- diers charging upon the enemy. They look back with a glowing recollection of patriotism upon the men who, bootless and half famished, faced white winter at Valley Forge without a murmur of complaint. “Ah, they were heroes,’’ men exclaim with breathless enthus- iasm. Yes—they were heroes, and yet there will be countless numbers to follow their steps on tomorrow. Among them will be our friends that will fall on the battlefield; the martyrs to the cause of our country who, in obedience to the call, oppose their breasts to the sword of the enemy, and repay with life the pro- tection the country has afforded. But there will also be heroes who never viewed a field of battle or heard the thunder of a cannonade. They will be heroes of peace, striving to bring human beings to happiness for which God made them; awakening them to some moral good. They will strive to raise men above the crushing necessities of body by turning them to the grand, kindling purpose of their being. They will show them that the fountain of all human happiness is within them, and this fountain may be opened alike to every soul. They will show men how much virtue and peace they may gain by their fidelity to their domestic relations; how much progress they will make by devout and resolute use of their opportunities; how beneficent an influence they may exert in their narrow spheres; what heroism may be exercised amidst privations and pains; how much suffering may be turned into glory, and mark you, these men will not be thinking of playing the part of a hero but they will go on, unpretending, unassuming without prospects of reward, amidst perplexities, difficulties, ridicule and despair. Among these heroes of tomorrow will be the man of universal peace, who scorns all meanness and defies all peril, hears in his own conscience a voice louder than threatenings and thunders,