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

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iMAROON AND WHITE ....... it Class Prophecy At the rise of the curtain in the Castle, a theatre in Eau Claire, Michigan. 1 settled down into a more comfortable position as I realized that the show would he quite long. The first words to greet my ears were “Friends, we have a delightful surprise for you. Many of you probably remember the class of 1930 of the Eau Claire High School and the struggle of their high school life. Well, tonight I have the pleasure of introducing to you a picture, the first of a series of famous people of the world, showing you the ] eople of the 1930 class and what they have accom- plished. The first thing of great importance is that this music which you now hear is played by Miss Berneice Mitchell who has world wide fame as a great organist. As 1 gasped in surprise the first picture to be shown was that of a basket ball game Itetween Benton llarlior and Muskegon. Michigan. At the end of a quarter the coach’s pictures were shown and imagine my astonishment on finding the Muskegon coach to be Jay Staley, one of the greatest stars of our basket ball team in high school. I thought to myself “Well, no one can say that Jay disappointed them, for we all thought Jay would make a wonderful coach. Eagerly. I turned to the screen again just in time to see a picture of a girl entering the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts. The next picture showed this same young lady walking quietly among a group of art students and now and then giving them instructions. 1 recognized Harriett Hogue and like a flash it came to me that she had been Art Editor of our Maroon and White, thus showing her great ability. The screen also showed some ! eautiful drawings which Miss Hogue had drawn. The introduction of the next picture came with the roar of an aeroplane There soon flashed into sight, a picture of a plane and its pilot, which was one of horror as the stunts the pilot went through were terrifying. I felt sure the plane would crash but to my relief it came down safely and the pilot. Wesley Grant, smiled and said a few words to the audience. Without seeing his face one would know it was Wesley as he was always thinking up jokes with which to frighten one. On the screen flashed a picture of a large gym where many girls were taking gymnastic exercises and at the head was the leader. She seemed very familiar but not until she came close to the screen did I recognize Margaret Schram, one of our lx-st girl athletes in 19.10. It certainly seemed wonderful to me that these people all should have attained that which suited them so splendidly. iTir------------------- aofrofrl---------------- jei- =)GS ==)g [PaRf Twenty-five]

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33C aMAROON ,ND WHITE 33P Salutatory “Come what come may. time and the hour run through the roughest day, and so the hour toward which we as a class have been looking since our first days at the Eau Claire High School has arrived. Our first thoughts are of gratitude to you who have made possible our days here together and helped us to overcome har- riers which seemed to bar our way. We can liest express our gratitude with the one word. “Welcome, which, no matter how interpreted, means we are glad that you are here. Tonight as we look ahead, we are overcome with a sense of dread, a dread of the future. ( ur days si ent here together have lieen filled with happy moments, and we have formed friendships, many of which we shall continue through life. But what does the future hold for us? We all of us have plans which we hope to carry out. but each is like a traveller who has crossed the foothills and reached the foot of a mountain with roads leading in all directions. His journey has l een smooth with very few bogs, from which he was quickly and readily assisted, along the way. Xow he has reached a cross-road and the road he chooses to continue his journey shall determine his destination. So with us. we have reached a crossroad at the foot of a mountain and the road we take will determine whether our plans are to lie fulfilled or not. There are roads leading up which are rough and filled with obstacles to hinder our progress. Other roads are much smoother and have very few obstacles to hinder us. Few of us will take the rough, inaccessible roads. Many would rather take a road leading off to one side, which is much smoother, and hope that it will lead upward farther on the way. These crossroads with many roads leading away are deceiving. They show the roads for short distances; after these distances are travelled, the hard and rough road becomes barely passable. The education we received at Eau Claire High School will greatly aid us in choosing the right road, and with your assistance we hope to become worthy of the care ar.d efforts you bestowed upon us during our school career. We have al- ways looked toward this event as a destination, but we find it to be but a journey. We hope that you welcome us among you on this journey, our entrance into the world of usefulness. Again, let me welcome you to this, our graduation from Eau Claire High School. Alfons Wierzbolowicz Jav: Has anyone commented on the way you drive? Vere: Yes, one fellow made a brief re- mark-twenty dollars and costs? 7ir--...-T-Tv =-,-ar==va J 930 -fi ifi ' ■--lirt=iF:r==ar:t [Page Twenty-four]

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The next scene showed the interior of a hospital and down the corridor came a nurse rolling a stretcher into the operating room. 1 craned my neck to see who the nurse was and to my delight it was Ruth Taylor. Well 1 was in for a greater surprise for as the operating room was filmed I saw Gertrude Pokorny as the head surgeon. This was to he a very critical operation and the good work of the head nurse. Miss Taylor, and the doctor made the operation successful. The picture following was a large history class room where hundreds of stu- dents were listening to a lecture given by Professor Hemingway. It brought back memories of Harold’s great success in the history class of 1930. The scene now changed to the interior of the South Bend Business College where many pupils were studying to I ten me business men and women and to my surprise I saw Geneva Bowers instructing the different pupils in their work. As this scene faded a scene of a very pretty Spanish garage was shown. It was surrounded by many beautiful flowers. From the interior came the owner. He stepped into a high powered roadster that was standing liefore the garage and as he drove away I was glad to see that Vere Smallidge, too. had attained his great ambition, that of being a garage owner. After this scene faded away there came a picture of a beautiful home in the suburbs of Chicago. There in the study of this home a man was sitting at a table, writing industriously. He had his head bent low so 1 could not see his face. But a ; he raised his head to concentrate, I could easily make out Alfons YVierzbolowicz, an industrious classmate of my high school days. After this I saw the large mathematics room in the University of Michigan. Here the students were all writing their semester tests. The professor's features seemed familiar to me but I could not place him. As the next picture was approach- ing it came to me that the professor was none other than Kenneth Briney, our math, shark in high school. Oh! the next picture was so exciting!—it was a football game between North- western and Notre Dame. There was only 60 seconds left, the ball was in the hands of Northwestern and the score was tied. When no one expected it No. 18 came running to the goal for a touchdown. I he Northwestern crowd was going wild for Donald Trowbridge. No. 18, had saved the day for Northwestern by run- ning 97 yards for a touchdown. After this thrilling picture came the calm picture of a neatly arranged beauty parlor. Here many girls were busy waving and cutting hair, manicuring, and so on. As I looked at the different faces of these working girls my eyes were caught as 1 saw one of my high school classmates. Jane Mosher. I knew that she owned this shop for she was teaching the girl the principles of hair dressing. Next a lieautifill theatre was shewn on the screen. I had never seen a theatre so beautiful. hat made it seem more beautiful to me was the billing of the picture out in front—Louis Rogers in “Half Way to Heaven. His being an actor was not unthinkable in his high school flays as he showed great talent in lxith our Junior and Senior plays. 3l===J3i===jBE =rJai S3 sft afr 1 QTO fr» feE[ =]E[ =lE 1= =1 irf==iF l» aRe Twenty-six]