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

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The Superintendent's Address In addressing this class of 1920 I am going to choose for my subject, Loyalty. True Loyalty knows no six hour day but is perpetual. It labors not for a stipend by the hour, nor for praise, nor for position. Its sole reward is the advancement of the interest of that for which it stands. The soul possessing loyalty, like a magnet, draws to it others bearing the same quality and is recognized by them. To them it can ef- fect no disguise—although it may be but an annoyance to others than its kind. By loyalty alone can be explained the great accomplishments of individuals, groups and nations in the face of apparently insurmountable difficulties. Self interest did not motivate a Columbus to chance a payment by a death in chains —the price of being a world discoverer. No hope of return to a homeland of plenty, there to be met and welcomed by an appreciative populace, actuated the settlers of the thirteen frontier colonies to suffer the pangs of Valley Forge. No clamor for a six hour day with higher pay was heard from the frontiersmen who felled the forest and brought to an arable condition, the teeming acres of our present national area. Loyalty makes one leave the comforts of his fireside, makes him part with his money for community advancement, makes him forego material pleasures and even comforts, may make him bear the jibes and jeers of the public, but Loyalty will make him say, like Luther of old “Here I stand. As God is my help, I can do no other.” As great problems challenge this class, as any ever confronting any generation of young Americans. They must be solved. What will you do? Each new set of con- ditions will require solutions peculiar to itself. These no one can definitely foresee. We have just one word of advice. Be Loyal. —R. A. Hickok. Nine

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The Faculty MISS SARAH HOFFMAN 3rd and 4th Grades MRS. MARTHA DOHM History and Mathematics MISS ELIZABETH WALSH Primary Eight MISS OLGA TIBBS 5th and 6th Grades

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 (With apologies to Kipling) If you can live a traitor to this country, If the leading of a mob’s your choicest fun. If you can plan a reign of fiendish horror, (A copy of the “Kultur” of the Hun); If you can tread on life without a tremor And boast of all the bombing you have done; If you can run the universe unaided By the help from God, from country or from flag, And defy our country’s laws as worse than useless Her banner as a “politician’s rag.” Go! Take your blooded hands and minds and schemings To the land which you disgraced in manner ill, America can down the Bolshiviki, And, with the might of right o’er wrong, she will! —Kathryn Freitag. A Parody Between the Spring and the Autumn When the sun is beginning to set, Comes a knock for the class of ’21 Telling us we are Juniors yet. I hear in the room above me, The tramp of number ten feet And know that it is the Seniors Who think they’re so nice and sweet. From my study I list in dread silence To voices so close and near, Of that small class of jolly Sophomores, Who are planning their Junior year. A sudden crash from the stairway, A sudden scream from the hall, And from these strange sudden noises We could tell ‘twas a Freshman’s bawl. We're not sorry the Seniors are leaving, And it only grieves us to say That next year in September We will Seniors be at that day. Tin —K. Merritt.