Greenville High School - Hi Life Yearbook (Greenville, MI)

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IN SCHOOL. At three o'clock in the afternoon, The pupils left in the old main room Look up at the teacher’s desk and say “I never saw such a long, long day!” Then the clock on the wall seems to go on a strike, And you hardly can wait ’till your feet hit the pike. You look at the clock, and it’s just 3:10 You start to read and you wonder when You’ll get a breath of good fresh air. But just as you’re going to tear your hair It’s 3:15, just a few minutes more And you’ll be marching out the big front door. You glance at the stage and you see Diana Or Mercury over the big “Pianna.” Up at the clock it’s just 3:20, Time’s nearly up, but still there’s a plenty. You fix your books and look at the seats Lined up like so many streets, You look at the window and up at the sky, And just when you think you’re going to die, The bell rings, and you get your hat; And as you go out, you’re thinking that “School’s out for today!” D. B.,’19.

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JANET KIRKOFF, “Her modesty, her chiefest grace.' AGNES MILLER, “With smiles and giggles for all time.” Page Twenty-nine

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LEAVES FROM MY DIARY. Perhaps the twenty-third of June isn’t just the proper time to begin a record of one's fortune.) and misfortunes, but at any rata this is the first entrance of my new diary. Hazelle Briggs and I start on a trip for Europe tomorrow, so we’re both starting a diary and have agreed to exchange accounts at the end of every week so we each may have the benefit of what the other learns. What interesting company—for me, at least, for Hazelle herself is more fun than a picnic. JUNE 29.—We’ve been sight seeing some of the most beautiful scenery! If we see anything more lovely in Europe, I’ll settle right down in the midst of it. Just returned from a trip to V’alley Forge. Oar guide was a perfect wonder. I heard someone behind me say that “Sonny” Finch always was the best informed boy in history she had ever seen. I turned around to see who else in our company knew our guide and there was Florence Sat-terlee on a trip through the East. We all had a pleasant conversation with Mr. Finch, whom we still persisted in calling “Sonny.” JULY 3.—The trip to Boston was hot and dustv and I don’t feel much inclined to write, but I’m in duty bound to do it. I don’t believe, how'ever, that even water could dampen Hazelle’s spirits, so I wish it would rain for this room is perfectly stuffy. JULY 4.—Hazelle found two cousins, Mr. and Miss Eldridge, here today, and verv kindly let me have Miss while she took Mr. To tell the truth I would have had a much pleasanter time if she had changed places with me, but perhaps I shouldn’t have learned so much. My escort (or escortess, since I feel somewhat edgewise) and I visited several art galleries. In one of them we met Everlyn Jensen, who acted as guide. She seemed especially Croud to show us the carved heads of several eautiful women, marked with the sculptor’s name, Miles Moon. Miles never was afraid to try anything new in the way of girls. In the afternoon we heard a Philadelphia Orchestra, the first large one I had ever seen conducted by a woman. My curiosity was aroused so we investigated and found out that the woman was Bernice De Hart. I had a very pleasant conversation with her and she told me she had just returned from a visit to Fernie’s aviation school in California. I’m dying to know' what Hazelle has done today, but she won’t tell until day after tomorrow. I, at least, have spent a very safe and sane Fourth. JULY' 6.—Goody! Tonight I’ll find out how Hazelle behaved day before yesterday. She went to see the latest pugilist, Cecil Burkholder! She remarks that she thinks the ladies were especially inflamed by Fat’s red hair. He told Hazelle that he came very near not being able to do his work, for he couldn’t get along without his glasses, and he knew they would get broken. But the great optometrist Lester Frownfelder, very kindly invented a kind of unbreakable spectacles. JULY 13, and FRIDAY TOO.—We’ve had a pleasant journey to New York, nevertheless. Met Addie Addis on the train. She’s a traveling saleswoman nowr for a publishing company, but her name isn’t Addis now; at any rate' I inferred that it wasn’t by the plain band on her finger. JULY 15—New York is a bewildering place. The first thing we did was to get mixed up in a mob on a strike for better street car service. But the disturbance w'as quickly quelled when Chief of Police Edythe Ruch called out the blue coats. We visited Miss Ruch at her office, where she gave us tickets to hear the great elocutionist, Hazelle Banks. We learned also that Nila Chapman is driving a mail route in Alaska. JULY 17—W’e’re all excitement today Start tomorrow for Europe, so we’re going to bed early. JULY 18—The first day of our ocean travel has been fine. Hope it is all as smooth. We w'ere very lucky in obtaining passage on This steamer, especially since the captain is our old friend, “Jimmy” Taylor, who is just as good natured as ever and really looks quite big and manly in his uniform. JULY' 19—Nothing of importance has happened yet today. But the famous singer, John Henkel, and his accompanist. Miss Griswold. who are on a tour through England and Scotland, have consented to give a concert in the saloon JULY 31—We were met in London bv rain and dreariness and w’e haven’t dispensed with their company yet. This has been a drearv day •outside, but w'e’ve been entertained by Charles Reid that we weren’t interested until we “Sweet Katrine”. There are so many Charles Reids that we weren’t interested until we learned that this one graduated at Greenville, Page Thirty-one