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

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Class Poem When the Seniors of Eau Claire, Having climbed the winding stair. Bringing them to graduation day. Find that they must try to tell All about themselves, then, well— We can hardly know what we will say. Now a hist’ry can't portray Scenes from all the by gone days. Working, playing things that we’ve enjoyed. And a prophecy just bears Messages of future airs— Nothing that in school we have employed. So a poem seems to be Just the thing we’d like to see, Show the doings of our lucky nine. As chaperon Miss Kortering Thro’ two years of blundering Led us safely to the presenr time. Maid of France is Ruth LaPlant, She is good in speaker’s art, Representing us upon the stage. School work is her lesser fear. College is her aim next year. Where she’ll surely keep up with the age. When it comes to telling jokes (Real for sure ones, not just pokes. At mistakes that one of us has lent I. Then Ruth Merrill is right there, For in that none else compare. Certainly she's an excellent student. Arvon heads the library. Keeping others always busy. Also Business Manager is he. In athletics he must hold His own with several Juniors bold. To preserve our Senior dignity. Coral Miner on whose hands Much of the annual art depends. She can draw ’most anything she sees. In commercial she is true. And in Mathematics, too. She’s accomplished much on trying keys. Lucile Kelsey, with her laugh, Followed us straight up the path ’Til we’ve come to a branching of the way. She’s a language student good. Physics does not suit her mood. Teaching school will sometime bring her pay. Twenty

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Class Will uWe th ,cla“ of 1920- of the Village of Eau Claire. County of Berrien, State of Michigan, being of sound mind and lasting memory, realize that we are about to leave the life, that for four years has been such a pleasure to us, do hereby publish, declare and proclaim this, our last will and testament, in the following form: First, Unto the school we leave all the advantages of the new building. Second, Unto the Faculty we leave a more intelligent crop to harvest. Third, Unto the Board of Education, we give our thanks for the favors they have given us in our troubles. To Mr. Hickok, we give the privilege of teaching a special English class. To Miss Kortering, we leave the honor of teaching French. To Miss Riggs, we leave the collection of school queries. To Mrs. Dohm, we give the position of housekeeper. To Mr. Hatland, the privilege of seeing A. Gale, and the joy of chasing mice. To the Freshmen girls, we leave Donald Clark. To the Sophomores, we leave the joy of playing with atoms and molecules. To the Junior class, we leave the honor of graduating from the new school house To the Library, we grant better conditions under which to work. To the janitor, we leave a new broom and dust pan. To a certain Junior girl, we leave the mirror. To Ida Maile, we leave the prospect of becoming the school pianist. To Hilda, we leave a western Gale. Elmira and Lucile leave their apron and sunbonnet to Kate Freitag. Coral leaves her talent as an artist to Grant. Arvon Collins bestows his talent as a speaker to Elmer Hastings. Lucile leaves a portion of her smiling (countenance) to a certain Freshman girl Arvon and Ruth leave their method of courting to Roland and Adella. To Alex we give a chance to choose between Kate and Hildah. Ruth Merrill leaves her jokes to Kenneth Merritt. Lois Clark transfers her fancy for A’s to Kenneth Merritt. Lora leaves her violin to Floyd Urick. Juanita leaves her speed in shorthand to whoever needs it. We leave to Fred Holle, a sub-Freshman girl (Alma Miner.) To Helen Winans we leave the privilege of studying Animal Husbandry. To Mildred DeWitt we leave a harmless little mouse. To Mike Tidy we leave SOMETHING. WITNESSES: SIGNED: Class of '20 Lucile Kelsey. Coral Miner. Elmira Hoadley. Arvon Collins. Ninetet-n

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 Mira Hoadley, as Juliet, Teaching social etiquette, Poses on the stage in friendly role With Juanita. As stenog Certainly does make you jog. She assists her father selling coal. Our class President, now hark! Is none else than Lois Clark, Why ’tis so we do not stop to ask. Mathematics suits her taste, Although Latin is no waste So she says as she stays at her task. Oh! I ’most forgot myself, Not because I’m such an elf, But because my memory often fails. I've been with them through four years. With their laughter and their tears, With the class of ’20 hoisted sails. Now you have our class complete, Nine young people, bright and neat. Ready for work along so many lines. If we have not judged aright, Do not tell us so tonight. We will heed you more some other time. —L. B. Kendall. —L. M. Clark. Twenty-one