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

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CLASS POEM Between the fall and the spring time, From nineteen-eighteen to nineteen-twenty-three, A host of events in school life Came drifting back to me. How treasured the days when as Freshmen, With fear we trembled each day, Thinking that every tomorrow Brought initiation our way. But Hilda so staunch and trustworthy Took charge of our class meetings all. This gave us new strength and courage To return with the very next fall. When in trouble we each went to Emma For we knew that she surely was right. And after a few hints on the way she would do We would start again with all our might. Next Donald, our “Wee One,” took Hilda’s place. And at every meeting he would stand in front of the desk and give us his views Like a ruler of some foreign land. Now Delight tells us just when the meeting is called With the business we have to transact. She stands some apart from the rest of our group When it comes to stating pure facts. Of Holland, well there is lots to be said. In science and art he excels. A cartoon to him is an hour of play, But of science, we’ll leave him to tell. Next Florence comes forth to demand her share Of this poem describing our class. She is always on hand any time of the day. Especially when a good joke will pass. Now out of the seven I’m left all alone, But I suppose I must take my part. 1 shall see that this part is not very great And count myself a «mall mark. Well, now' you have our Senior class, The talents of every one. It is my duty to describe them all And be careful no one shun. Of our chaperon, Mr. Balfour, I’ll tell A talent belonging to him. The most outstanding one, seems to me Are the stories he tells with such vim. But please don’t forget that we’re serious, too, Even though sometimes we like fun. If I’m not mistaken you’ll all hear again Of some wonder which our class has done. G. A ., ’23 Page Eighteen

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Top Row:—Drcnnen Tatman, Forrest Merritt, Jacob Lutz, Isabelle Chapman (Chaperon), Leo Kirk, Harland Hoadly. Vernon Dudley. Lower Row:—Fern Merritt, Sylvia Pokorny, Ruth Clark, Emilia Shcmiot, Theodora Sova, Cleola Benson, Helen Hand. HISTORY OF CLASS OF ’24 I take my pen in hand again To make you laugh or cry. Still some folks think I'm wasting ink. But you know that's a lie. So if you smile, its worth my while To write of Eau Claire High. Well, you all know, two years ago We were as green as grass; But none today a word can say Against that Freshman class. For we got through like Freshies do When it came time to pass. Another year of work and cheer. But not so large a band; We shed no tears, we had no fears, We asked no helping hand; With brightest looks and stacks of books We stood as Sophomores grand. I’ll say no more of years before; We'll have to let them pass. I guess like me you will agree This is a jumbled mass. So now I’ll try to tell you why I love our Junior class. I always fall for basket ball; Our Juniors can’t be beat; You know our team is all the cream. They won’t take a back seat; So let us drink a bottle of ink, And give them all a treat. A word I’ll say about our play, The best was ever seen; We’ll knock them dead with Home Came Ted,” Altho’ at plays we’re green; They’ll want to pay thousands a day To put us on the screen. Our Mr. Dunn is full of fun. You see it in his eyes; But if you're bad, he'll make you sad. So don’t you get too wise; Our Juniors know they found it so. He gave them a surprise. And Balfour, too. with stories new. He always makes you smile; In basket ball, he is our all And makes the game worth while; He gives us pep, to make a ''rep.” And beat them all a mile. Our dear Miss Voigt, she’s busy right, And works hard all the day; She’s very firm and makes us learn When we would rather play; Dear Miss Hewitt goes right to it When history has its sway. There’s one more Miss I cannot miss. That’s our dear chaperon; Dear Miss Chapman, she’s a bad one. Don’t let her catch you spoon; For if you do, that day you’ll rue. And very, very soon. Well, now I’m done, I hear some one Begin to yawn and sigh; But I’m a fool about our school, I really don’t know why; I’ll say good-night, turn out the light, And dream of Eau Claire High. S. P.. ’24.