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

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 MAROON ANO WH1 TE. 1 CLASS POEM Here we gathered every morning. In this school to us so dear; 'l o the fount of knowledge coming W e have gladly hastened here. Loving classmates, helpful teachers, Here we met with friends so true; Here we walked in wisdom’s footsteps Daily learning something new. Now our high school days are ending. Like the bygone days of yore; Soon these happy days of meeting Will he ended ever more. Rut well remember, yes, remember. Those with whom we’ve daily met; And we hope again to see them (irasping eager for success. Again we hope to stand with loved ones, ’Neath the purple and the gold; There to sing sweet songs of gladness Like the songs we sang of old. 'I'he fair red rose is our class flower. Maroon and white our banner true. Ix t tts look on to the future So we will give the world its due. Pauline Dunaetz. I‘ 1 like to be a Senior Amt with the Seniors stand. A fountain pen behind inv ears. A note-book in my hand. I I wouldn't be a president. I wouldn't be a king. I’d rather be a Senior, -Ami ne cr do a thing. Edwin—“And what did you discover of your family tree?” Eugene—“I found it was the nut-bear- ing variety.”

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'i MAROON AND WHITE s SENIORS EVA ROSE (JROW “There's so much happiness about her The Seniors couldn’t do without her Basketball '26-27, Minstrel Show '27, Junior Play '28. Snapshot Ed. 29, Glee Club '29. Senior Play '28. Fruit Judging Team '26. EUGENE MASON “A popular all-around athlete. hi sportsmanship, he can’t he heat.” Basketball ’26-’27-'28. Minstrel Show '26-'27, Captain of B. B. 29, Baseball 26- '27- 28. Class Pres. ’27-’28. Orchestra '24. Vice Pres. 25. Boy’s Glee Club 27-28. Athletic Ed. ’29. HELEN KEKSTETTER “Park of eye and dark of hair— A skilled coquette—so hoys! beware! Agr. Club '26-27, Junior Plav ’28. Joke Ed. ’29. 1929 % H8'i

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■== = • MAROON AND WHITE AN OLD MANS RECOLLECTIONS pi.EASE. Grandpa, buy an annual of me.” “Of course. I’ll buy one. dear.” The speakers were a young high school girl and her grandfather. The grandfather spoke again: “Why dear, you remind me of the time when I went out to sell annuals myself.” “Oh, Grandpa.” she exclaimed, “Did you have an annual and a class too? IMease tell me all about it.” “Ah. dear, it is not hard to tell for it is a chapter of my own life. It was a long time ago—’way back in '25 that 1 started to school. How well I remem- ber that bunch of frightened classmates, who with myself, made up the fresh- men class. We chose as our President Chancie Krugh and Mr. Taft became our faithful chaperon. The next year our class lost three members, leaving just fourteen, but we were very loyal and all worked together. Eugene Mason, our president, with the aid of Miss Ardis Smith, our class advisor, guided us through a very suc- cessful year. The following year proved to be a very busy one. Again Eugene Mason was chosen president, while we chose Mr. McKinney as our class s|x nsor. The two most important events were the very successful production of the plav. “Nora. Wake Up!” and the Junior-Senior Banquet, given by the Juniors. But. Mary, the last year is the one that stands out in my mind as the one that I’ll never forget. Mr. Taft as class advisor guided us safely through that eventful year, while Lucian Strong as class president aided us in every pos- sible way. That year we published our annual and produced our Senior play. “Mr. Bob.” but to us the event that stood out above all others was our grad- uation. At last, after four years of strenuous labor, we were to receive those priceless “sheepskins” which were to be our everlasting credentials to the world. How long ago it was; hut how fresh it appears in my mind.” “But there, dear. I’ve tired you with my long recitation.” “No, you haven’t Grandfather, but I'll leave you now to enjoy my an- nual.” Taking his glasses from the stand, the old man slowly sat down and gazed idly at the annual. Getting up, he went to the bookcase and took from there an old and tat- tered book. With quickened interest he gazed through it. Each page was now to him a burning memory, for it was his annual—their annual of long ago—the history of the class of ’29. Flora Collins