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

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Maroon and White Push (Class Poem) P—ush is the pennant we chose to let fly U—pward and onward o’er the blue sky. S—ailing we are o’er the waters of fame, H—ardships we’ve encountered, hut none did complain. P—roud will we he. when our harbor’s in sight, U—nyielding and courageous to win the good fight. S—triving with courage which our forefathers taught, H—ailing that wonderous pennant we sought. P—ertaining to class flowers we chose U—nwilling to have any hut the red, red rose, S—ure of the lieauty, we were of the rest, H—andsome of course, and we wanted the best. P—acing the deck with faces so brave U—sing our eyes for the flag we craved S—ighting each cloud with all our might H—ail! For there was the Maroon and White. P—ushing! On ! On! and without taking rest. U—ndaunted until we had acquired success, S—miling that we would so soon reach the pier, H—earts gladdened for our goal is now near. P—raise to the teachers who have lieen so dear U—ntiring in their efforts to aid us to steer S—afely and surely to win the high score. H—urrah ! Teachers and Patrons we have reached the shore! Berxiece Benson 20

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Maroon and White MARIE SHARPE Industry hath annexed thereto the fairest fruits and the richest rewards. ’ (lire Club. '24. '25 Class President. ’24, ’25. ’26 Secretary of A. A., ’25. '26 Editor-in-chief, '26 Valedictorian FRANCIS SHELL He s not very short: no—rather tall. And he sure can handle that basketball! Class Treasurer. '24. '25. '26 Minstrel Show. '25. ’26 Senior Play. '26 Basketball. '25. ’26 Baseball. '24, ’25 As. Business Manager. '26 MARTIN STALEY ' Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time and make two lovers happy.’ Junior Play. ’25 Basketball Captain. ’26 Basketball Reserves. ’25 IRVIN TEICHM AN “ And certainly he was a good fell w ” Basketball. ’25. ’26 Baseball. ’25 Minstrel Show. '26 Joke Editor, '26 MARIE WTNANS To be merry l»est becomes her.” Junior Play, '25 Senior Play.. ’26 Calendar Editor. 26 Glee Club. ’24 19

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Maroon and White Grandma’s Memories (History of Class 26) “Tell us a story, Grandma. Please tell us a story. “And what should 1 he telling you a story about? I -and sakes. just tell me that, can you?” ....... c , , v “ Oh Grandma, tell us all about when you were a girl in 11 lgh School, t ou know you've promised us many times that you'd tell us of it.” “Well, well, and so I did,’so 1 did. Let me see—'twas back in '22. Land sakes, I can rememlier it as though twas yesterday, that twenty-five of the queer- est gaukiest country kids (that was the term applied to children in those days) crept up the stairs of the Eau Claire School. It took alxjut all the courage rwe had to walk down the long halls, hut when we went into the assembly we felt mighty nigh as though the earth should come up and swallow us. Pretty soon our blood ran cold, our hair stood on end. and visions of flames sweeping the place danced before our eyes as a gong rang out its warning. We soon discovered by the calm demenior of our superiors that it was hut an assembly hell. “ I can feel my face burn yet as I think of lieing lost in the mass of classes going to and fro. Many the laugh they had—but ah, well many's the laugh I've had since too. We were saved much ridicule and annoyance by a dear lady we chose as our chaperone. Miss Hewitt, her name was. Oh. didn’t I tell you we’d learned to have class meetings? Why, yes. we copied the big folks in that as much as we could. They had parties, so did we; they had sleigh rides, so did we; they had yells and songs and officers and all—and so did we. “Well, the year went fast, and it seems as though it wasn’t any time before we were hack there feeling so grown up—why, we were Sophomores now with Miss Massie as our guide. 1 tell you that year went quicker than the other one hut ’ twasn't without its share of fun. We had a new Superintendent now. Mr. Dunn had gone to take up other duties, so that Mr. H. G. laft, took his place. Time sjied by so fast it seemed most like a dream before we were once more hack in that same room as Juniors. “ This year our group was decidedly smaller as we only had nineteen in numlier hut we knew we could count on each one. Miss Whalen, the most wonderful guide through all our hardships, was appointed as our sponsor. Ibis year we felt to lie our time to liegin doing things so we had numerous parties for the Seniors and each other. We learned to love and respect each other and to study a hit also. In our [unior Play we found our ideals of Manhood and Womanhood. How we hoped and worked for its success! You see we didn’t choose a frivolous light theme, hut one that would lie a happy, helpful remembrance to all—‘ Mother Mine.’ The bright star before our eyes all the year was our banquet for the Seniors and even to this day that stands outs in my mind as one of daintiest, most beautifullv appointed lmnquets I’ve yet witnessed. I he hours of thought and planning and of hard work were well rejwiid by the outcome. '1 ou like to decorate don’t you, dearie.-' Well, so did we in Grandmas day. How we did enjoy our privilege of this part of the graduating work! I can still see the tasty results—and so can I rememlier the hunt for the materials. “And now, dearie. I see a hunch of fifteen gathered around a door in tho up|ier hall. We’d kept in touch all summer through parties and picnics for this was Our Year. We were Seniors! Ah! the things we meant to do! hirst off, 21