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

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“FAREWELL” When we survey a task we loved that’s done, And see the product of our toil complete, We’re loath to leave that which we had begun, For labor that we love seems pleasure sweet. So, as we with this issue bid farewell To all our faithful friends and schoolmates true, Yet still within our hearts there seems to dwell Regret at leaving this, our work, for you. Students whose firm support and loyal aid Have helped to crown our efforts with success, Merchants and friends whose patronage has made It possible a paper to possess, To one and all, our thanks; we are repaid For all our labor by your faithfulness. You who have read our little magazine And laughed at jokes and have its tales enjoyed, Be not too harsh in judgment if you’ve seen In it some slams by which you’ve been annoyed. We’ve tried to please you all with humor keen, Unkind wit we’ve endeavored to avoid. If you to whom this work next year will fall, Of its success the secret would be told, ’Tis that its cheapness makes it read by all, And all take interest in it; be not bold And by the raising of its price so small Thus slay the goose that lays the egg of gold. If, in the years to come, in memory’s haze, This volume may bring school days back again, And you in recollection live these days, Then will we feel we have not worked in vain.

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CLASS PROPHECY Having just returned to Chicago from exploring the Arctic re- gions, I was naturally inquisitive of the bearing that my class- mates of twenty years ago held in this old world of ours, and I was well pleased with what I learned when I chanced to meet Ivan La- vanway. He informed me that he was owner of the Hub Diy Goods Store in Chicago. As we walked along one of the large streets my attention was attracted by a giant poster advertising “Edward Bakeman, speaker on ‘The Problems of the World’ 3 days, September 3-4-5.” Several people were reading the poster and one of them made the remark that he went to school with Mr. Bakeman. At this I gave a second look and found it to be Max Horton, another member of the class of 1919 who owned a large motorcycle repair shop in that city. I then talked with Max and he informed me that Ardella Hochberger was sculptress in Paris and that one of her masterful statues was in the Art Institute of Chicago. In the afternoon I came by airship to Benton Harbor, where I learned that George Birkholm was living happily on the proceeds of his tinware shop in St. Joe. 1 took a train to Niles and at Berrien Center, Lawrence Clark joined me. He said that he was professor of the University of that city and that he was going to Detroit to see Murl Momany pitch in the big league game for the White Sox. I learned that Claude was still living with “Dad” and Lora Thumm was chief telephone operator in Shanghai. In Niles, I met Kenneth Clawson who stated that he was chief pastor of the United churches of Derby, and after asking about Paul Franz, I discovered that he was a dancing teacher in Shang- hai and Eugene Masters was a land king, owning 500 acres of land in East Pipestone. Upon my return home in Eau Claire, I was informed that Anna Crandall was the wife of a prominent fruit grower in Sodus township. Well, regardless of all the difficulties, we found in our paths while at school, I expected that in time the class of 1919 would become greater than any of the other classes of Eau Claire High. MAX HORTON IVAN LA VANWAY PAUL FRANZ

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CLASS WILL We the Seniors of the Class of ’19, Village of Eau Claire, County of Berrien, and State of Michigan being of legal age and sound of mind as well as memory; do hereby make and publish our last Class Will on this, the 27th day of May in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred nineteen. To the faculty, we dedicate the memory of our best behavior. To the student body, we leave our wishes for as many good times as we have had during our past four years. To Mr. Hickok, we leave our best regards and a very prosper- ous future. To Miss Kortering, we leave this year’s Latin class as well as the privilege to become Y-o-u-n-g. To Miss Riggs, we leave a “Fairy.” To Mr. Martin, we leave the remains of the basket ball team; besides this, the road to South Bend. To the school, we leave the prospects of a new school building including a Gym. To the Juniors, we leave our dignity. To the Sophomores, we leave the privilege of another sleigh- ing party to Dowagiac. To the Freshmen, we leave most of the Algebras. To the School Board, we leave the privilege to make new laws or requirements for the under-classmen. To Tom Stevens, our worthy janitor, we leave the prospects of a new building to take care of, and we dedicate to him the pr ivilege of success. To Louise, we leave the privilege to play the piano. To Seeley, (Melvin) we leave a pencil with which to draw. To Dib, we leave the privilege to become Captain of 1920’s basket ball team. To the Christian church, our best regards for keeping us warm this winter. To Gerald Williams, we give a license to become a barber.