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

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Maroon and White How sad I feel as 1 think of the number who left school! Where are they now? The nine who remained for their Junior year were certainly a merry group of ambitious students. They were ready to grasp every opportunity that came their way. Mr. Walter, in his unfailing support of their varied interests proved an invaluable guide. Maliel Me Omber, Arlene Hastings, and Alliert Schram did their utmost to make a beautiful white memory road. The same banner and flower symbol bore meaningful testimony to their devotion to honor and truth. What, twelve o’clock! Memory is the treasure-house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.” Arlene Hastings Mamie Rosenberg To My Mother As I sat there on the sofa Thinking of days gone by. One thought stood out plainly And nearly made me cry. That thought was of you, dear Mother, And the hard things you had to bear, Just to keep six kiddies Within your tender care. I'll not forget your tender smile W here things seemed always wrong. For out of it came sunshine And generally a song. The games we used to play. Mother, Out by that maple tree. Shall never be forgotten They mean so much to me. And now that I’m getting older And think of things you’ve done, I hope that I can do as well And win what you have won. Marie Winans 26

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Maroon and White Firelight Fancies I was sitting alone before the fireplace. Everyone was away. There was no audible sound in the whole house but the persistent ticking of the clock and! the crackling of the fire. The heat, the surrounding darkness, and my loneliness caused my thoughts to wander backward. As the flames leai ed up from the log as it fell apart, memory pictures of my high school days tocame vivid, of my high school days tocame vivid. In the dancing flames arose a building which 1 recognized at once as the dear old school—Eau Claire High School! The memories that came trooping with that picture were such happy ones that 1 felt a warm glow in my heart which rivaled the firelight before me. Soon a man approached and entered the building. Who could he to? None other than Mr. Taft who sponsored our Freshman class, lust liehind him were a toy and two girls who looked so serious that 1 knew they were toaring some great responsibility. So it proved. 1 hey were the officers who had in tow twenty eager youngsters. Each one wore a white rose, f lying in the breeze atove them was a green banner with the inscription “ 1 lonesty ins in large white letters. Still linger in my memory many of the difficult subjects we pursued. Thanks, though, to the encouragement of our teachers we plodded on. Just here the fire needed replenishing and the present tocame very real. As the flames again burst forth, and 1 had comfortably seated myself, the door of niemorv again slowly swung open. To my mind s eye came another group. But was is another? No. the same, although diminished by a few. I saw them eagerlv welcome Mr. Taft, and as faithfully’ determine to pursue those high ideals which count for success. In this way all obstacles were cleared away and a strong foundation laid for the future. 25

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