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

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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.

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Top Row:—Charles Dillon, Charles Burns, Winfield Hastings, Ruth Trowbridge, Omeda Voigt (Chaperon), Lissabel Halle, Keith Young, Donald McCoy, Kenneth Gray. Center Row:—Vera Fisher, Rose Dunmaetz, Margaret Ridenour, Viva Shell. Natalie Preston. Clara Sova, Lucy Kirk, Helen Richards. Roma Hubbarvl. Lower Row:—Chester Dohm, Russell Thumm, Joe Mosher, Alvin LaPlant, Keith Freeman, Casmer Closser. SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY When we started as Freshmen, there were thirty-eight in all. Our class colors, which were blue ami gold, were chosen in the fall. Our officers were entertainers of the best. Algebra, English and other studies gave us no rest. Some took four subjects; carried one and dragged three. Few dropped out and the rest fought on for victory. Our Sophomore year we started with the same colors on high, Tho’ only twenty-six of us to our books did pry. For our vice-president we chose Russell Thumm. president Viva Shell. Because they are no slackers but do their duties well. For secretary. Natalie Preston, and treasurer. Kenneth Gray, Because they from meetings did never stray. Now we are going smoothly along that bright rocky road. Our Geometry is by no means a light load. We are doing fairly well with our other studies. Tho the Ancient History names make our tongues muddy. With English and Bookkeeping we are getting along fine. Though we are stuck in the mire some of the time. Now with our duties we are getting along fine, Altho two more of our classmates have left our line. Our parties were not neglected at all. But we were denied SUCH parties again that fall. We are waiting impatiently for the dawn of day When instead of Sophomores, we shall be Juniors gay. —C. CM ’25. Paice Twenty-two