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

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Maroon and Wkite we tackled our play. ‘ The Heart of the Shamrock.’ I've got them all put away— all the clippings and write ups to prove to you when you see them, dearie, what a real success we made of our play. “ Have 1 told you of our Annual ? We just made up our minds it was to he the best yet. So we went to work early in the year and work we did. It’s with those other things there. Sometime I’ll he real glad to tell you all about it and show you each one of those boys and girls. They’re my happy memories now. Those pictures show the fashions of those days, when three yards made a girl’s dress but the boys’ trousers were twenty inches around the bottom. How 1 re- member the day we drove to St. Joe to have those likenesses. “ Then things came thick and fast and we were so busy we had little time for play. Yet all things seemed good to us. Days flew by, weeks, months, then grad- uation t me. How we hated to give it all up! Still as our motto was ‘ Push ’ we just must live up to it and push onward. Dearie. Grandma just hopes you’ll enjoy your High School days same’s we did ours.” Bernice Michael Tune—( America The Beautiful ) How wonderful it seems to me To come to Eau Claire High. And though we leave it now we hope As the fleeting years roll by,— Oh. old Eau Claire! Oh, old Eau Claire!— To keep you ever nigh; And leave with thee our prayers and tears, And many a weary sigh. We’ve wandered through four long years Through algebra and Latin; And things we’ve gone through in these years Haven’t been smooth like satin. Oh, old Eau Claire! Oh, old Eau Claire! You’ve helped us through our lessons; And in the many things we do We’ll give you all the blessin’s. We leave thee now for the wide world Your systems there to try; We have our thoughts in one large bag Ready for the world to buy. Oh. old Eau Claire! Oh, old Eau Claire! For you we’ll do or die. We’re thankful for the help you gave; We’ll praise you to the sky. Senior Bcrton RrCHARIlS 22

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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

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