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

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1918 volume:

Foreword TN PRESENTING this, the Second Year Book of the Greenville High School, we have endeavored to offer a book which may serve as a fitting reminder of our school days during the stern times thru which we are now passing. In future years it will be cherished even more as we recall the trials and additional sacrifices necessary to produce a book worthy of remembrance in the midst of a World war, and if we succeed in producing such a book, we shall feel that our labors have been richly repaid. Dedication ' | 'O THE boys and young men, both from the High-school and the alumni, who have answered their country’s call, we with all honor and reverence dedicate this book. Contents Faculty- Seniors. Juniors. Sophomores. Freshmen. Social Events. Graduates of G. H. S. in service. Alumni. Literary. Snaps. Athletics. Jokes. Ads. GREENVILLE HIGH SCHOOL ELLIS W. RANNEY President Board of Education CLAUDE V. COATS Secretary WILLIAM H. BROWNE Treasurer CHARLES M. MILLER Trustee E. J. BOWMAN Trustee FACULTY Page Six Faculty Alice Fish.........................Algebra and English. g-. g-m i p | .. . . I Mathematics. ( . C. I uck. Principal....... Science Wilma Den Adel...................languages and English. II. R. Myers.....................Commercial. Mary Eshbaugh....................Music and Domestic Art. Harold Fuller....................Agriculture and Science. Page Seven Faculty Mrs. Carl Purdy............... M. E. Fish, Principal Emeritus Alice Fuller.................. Edith Van Valkenburg . . Harriet E. M acorn her . . . . Arthur It. Shigley............ Commercial. 11 istory-English-French. Librarian. English and History. English. Superintendent. Staff Hilbert Wittkop . Mary Lichtenauer Arthur Koell . . Arthur Hillman William Stafford . Mary Emily Kanney Roy Silverthome . . Edith Crawford . . Editor-in-Chief. Assistant Editor. Business Manager. Advertising Manager. Sales Manager. Literary Editor. Athletic Editor. Joke Editor. Page Nine SENIORS Page Ten Senior Class Officers Arthur Roell......................President. Hilbert Wittkop....................Vice-President. Mary Lichtenauer..................Secretary. Mary Huberta van Deinse ... Treasurer. Page Eleven Class Poem ’18 Hark! the sound of bugles thrills the air, The heat of drums, the tread of marching feet; The air is rent with cries of “Do vour bit ’ Long lines of hoys in khaki fill the street. The time has come when we must do our best, Must join the ranks with those who’ve gone before; We're young and strong—we’ll surely stand the test. And we can say “We helped to win the war.” We’ve helped on farm, in Red Cross, Army , We’ve bought a Liberty Bond to help the cause. 'Fhe darkness of Autocracy shall fly, Democracy shall dawn ’midst loud hurrahs. Come on now! Lots of pep! Do twice your share; At that, you’ll not be doing more than right. For some of our classmates are “Over There’’ Giving their lives, their all, in Freedom’s light. Class of nineteen eighteen, forward march ! Find vour places in the ranks of life. Y'ou’ll come victorious through the triumphal arch, For he is strong who stands firm through the strife. Marian Howard, 18 Page Twelve LYNES BALDWIN: “Study weakens the ability to ‘bluff.’” President, ’15. Assistant Advertising Manager of Hi-Life. Chorus. EDITH CRAWFORD: “‘Cause a girl's jolly she isn't a flirt, ’Cause she’s slow, she isn’t a prude. It’s a mixture of both that makes the charm That catches the high school dude.” .Joke Editor of Hi-Life. Basketball, ’IS (Captain). Chorus. JENNIE CHRISTENSEN: “The personification of good nature. Chorus. ERNEST FRIES: “If he has anything to say, he says it; If he hasn’t, he says it anyway.” Chorus. Page Thirteen HELENE HANSEN: “Of all the girls that e’er were seen There’s none so fair as fair Helene.” Chorus. ARTHUR HILLMAN. “Success is not more than seventy-live per cent perspiration.” Advertising Manager of Hi-Life. Football, ’1( . Class Basketball, ’15, ’l(i, ’17, ’IS. Military Training 2nd Lieutenant. Invitation Committee. Commencement Committee. MARION HOWARD: “At last I have reached the decision that care is the enemy of life.” Class Poet. Class Basketball, 'IS. Chorus. Commencement Committee. GENEVIEVE JACOBS: “All I ask is pleasant company to wile away the time.” Picnic Committee, ’17. Red Cross Drive Committee. Chorus. Page Fourteen BEATRICE LILLIE: “We live on this earth but once, so let's enjoy ourselves.” Basketball, '18. Chorus. JOHANNA LYNDRUP: “You can tell her by the noise she doesn’t make.” Chorus. PETER LYNDRUP: Work is an ever decreasing pleasure.” Basketball, '18. Baseball. Football. MAUDE LOHR: “Full of fun and mischief, too,” Doing things she shouldn’t do.” Chorus. Page Fifteen MARY LICHTENAUER: “If you want to know who’s boss around here, just start something.” Associate Editor of Hi-Life. Secretary, Class '17, ’IS. Basketball, ’IS. Student Council. Invitation Committee. Decorating Committee Senior Hop. Commencement Committee. Chorus. ARTHUR ROELL: “I saw his lips in a half smile part, A wise glance came into his eye, And 1 knew he thought he was breaking a heart. As he strolled nonchalantly by.” President, Class of ’IS. Business Manager of Hi-Life. Military Training, 1st Sergeant. Football, ’I t. Class Basketball, '15, 'Hi, '17, 'IS. Student Council. Social Committee. Commencement Committee. ESTHER MADSEN: “Tell all I know? Why, life’s too short for that.” Chorus. VIOLETTE NEWBROUGH: “The latest model, all modern improvements.” Treasurer, Class of ’15. Vice President, Class of ’16. Flower Committee. Chorus. Page Sixteen MARGUERITE NORTON: “Her forehead is always puckered in anxious thought.” Chorus. PAULINE NORTON: “Worry? It is yet unknown to me. Chorus. HAROLD RASMUSSEN: “A miniature edition of life.' Military Training. MARJORIE NOXON: “Life is a joke and all things show it, I thought so once, hut now I know it. Red Cross Drive Committee. Chorus. Page Seventeen MABLE OLSEN: “I chatter, chatter, as I go, To join the brimming river. For men may come, and men may go. But I talk on forever.” ROY SILVERTHORNE: “Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.” President Athletic Association, '18. Basketball, '15, ’1( , '17, 'IS (Captain). Football. Baseball. AGNES RASMUSSEN: “She never thinks for a moment that she is not attractive, or forgets to look as charming as possible.” MARY EMILY RANNEY: “Somebody’s perfect jewel.” Literary Editor of Hi-Life. Basketball, ’16, ’17, ’18. Student Council. Decorating Committee Senior Hop. Invitation Committee. Chairman Red Cross Drive. Chorus. Page Eighteen FLORENCE SLAWSON: In every deed of mischief she had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.” Staff Photographer. BEULAH TALLMAN: “I prefer a Reo.” Flower Committee. Committee for Red Cross Membership. Chorus. WILLIAM STAFFORD: “There is no good in arguing with the inevitable.” Football, ’IT, '18. Sales Manager Hi-Life. Military Training. CECILE THORNTON: “She always wears that preoccupied air.' VERA ELOISE THOMPSON: “Smiles may come and laughs may go, But giggles go on forever.” War Department of Hi-Life. Typist for Hi-Life. Chorus. Page Nineteen VERDA WILSON: “I have fought a good fight and I have finished my course.” Chorus. ANNA WILLIAMS: “Once a friend, always a friend.” Chorus. HILBERT WITTKOP: “All the great men are dead and I don't feel well myself.” Editor-in-chief of Hi-Life. Treasurer, ’1(5, ’17. Vice President, ’18. Military Training. Instructor Mechanical Drawing. Staff Artist of Hi-Life, ’17. Commencement Committee. MARY HUBERTA VAN DEINSE: “Will anyone ever understand her?” Vice President, ’16, ’17. Treasurer, ’18. Class Prophetess. Commencement Committee. IRENE YERKES: ‘‘Blessed with plain reason and sober sense.” WEARERS OF THE “G” P. Lyndrup. L. Baldwin (Yell Master). R. Silverthorne (Captain Basketball Team). f Page Twenty History of Class of 1918 IT WAS iii the fall of the year 1911, when a large group of—what were they? —one can hardly name them. Some looked like lost slice}), and acted more so, all keeping close together, trying to find some kind shepherd or shepherdess to put them each in a separate fold. At last that long belated personage appeared in the form of a tall, slender lady with dark hair, who gave some sharp command which the sheep, though still young, understood; the flock then divided and each went to his individual place. A few stragglers had to be rounded up and driven to their corner, and then, after leaving them to get used to their new surroundings for a few minutes, they were turned loose with tin4 warning that they should return when they heard the bell on the following day. As might be expected, there were a few lost sheep wandering down each narrow lane, but, little by little, instinct told them where they belonged and so this grew to be a very unusual sight, unless, perchance, some new member was added to the fold. Hut in this flock, although the majority were meek, peaceable and loving, were one or two who deserve special mention. Hut perhaps I have carried my figure too far, and you do not realize that 1 am referring to a group of those notable beings, known and laughed at in all High Schools—the Freshmen. Hut now that I am sure you will not misunderstand me, I will finish telling you about those two bold and somewhat pugnacious members. One was a rather large girl, with dark brown curly hair and rosy red cheeks. 1 will tell you a secret—you’d never know that Freshman now as a Senior. If anyone hissed “Freshic” at her, she only turned up her nose and passed disdainfully on. They laughed at her then, but now the lower classmen almost wither at that look. The other was also a robust specimen of humanity. He had a pug nose and mischievous eyes which often caused him much trouble. Some sophisticated Sophomore yelled that magic word, and quick as a wink, the Freshman turned on him, and that Sophomore had to beg mercy. Hut if I should start naming all the notable ones in that flock, I would not know where to end so just leave those two as suggestions. The class was soon shut up in a little room and told to choose their leader, and they chose a fine man. lie was not big of stature, but oh my! he managed that flock with a whip hand. As usual, there was the universal feeling which exists between the two lower classes, and the “Freshies” were due for a hazing. One of our number, poor bov, was captured by a wild band of Sophomores and marched none too gently to Flat river, where, oh how I hate to tell it! he was made to take off his shoes and stockings, and made to do numerous feats on the dam and in the water. Hut there’s an inside story known to very few. which I am letting you in on. so listen well. Two meddling girls were along that night, and they watched the proceedings with anger, for wasn’t the boy a special friend of one? One of them grabbed a cap from one of their tormentors’ heads and hid it. Where? Well, this is the greatest secret of all, and if you doubt my word, you may still be able to find the cap, though report has it that one of the girls turned chicken-hearted and restored the cap to its original owner. Hut that’s not my story. Anyway, the cap was hidden under a stone at the edge of the river, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s there yet. There were very few social events that year, but among them was a big Hallowe’en party, at which some of the upper classmen forgot their dignity and tried to steal the ice cream, but were outwitted. Anyway, all said they had a fine time and wanted another right away. Hut as the “Freshies” were yet so young, they weren’t allowed another festive affair until they had a big picnic with the Sophomore class at Baldwin lake. You see, bv this time the differences had been forgotten, for they had had a contest to ascertain each other’s strength. I need not tell you that the brave Pa e Twenty-One boys of the Freshman class protected their beautiful old rose and silver flag from the onset of the Sophomores. But their strength became too greatly taxed, so the Sophomores won the tug of war. Final examinations! What a dreadful boogy that was! “It certainly must be awful,” though the Freshman, “for the teachers are as cross as an old woman with the toothache, and tell you so many things that you must remember, that you can’t remember half of them to save your life.” The ordeal was over at last, and with very few gone from their ranks; they hastened out the big front door for the long looked for vacation. At last the old bell rang! It was in early September, just before fair time, and oh, how everyone hated to miss those glorious days of the fair! Hut then it did seem good to get back, too. All were there, but they did not look the same as of yore. No, indeed! They carried themselves around with such an aloofness that it almost set the Seniors wild with laughter. Hut then, they did know a lot, for hadn’t they spent nine whole months in confinement, and received credit slips in return? Hut—well, you know Seniors have a superior way with them. They made up their mind to treat the little “Freshies who came in, in the same way they had been treated, but to do this, it was necessary to have a big man to fit the president’s chair, and “Doc” Fralick was just the man for the place. There were some wildly exciting times, especially when one tall, lanky Freshman was obliged to roll a barrel down one of the main streets. Hut the most exciting of all was the erecting of huge dummies. N e will hand it to those Freshmen! They certainly placed their dummy where we couldn’t get it. and how it was put up there we don’t know to this day. It was at this time that our brave president had to battle with two or three Freshmen on the roof of the gym before he finally made them understand that lie would like to come down. He received some slight wounds, but that only made us the more proud of him. Time heals a breach, so they say, and it did in this case, for by October we had a big masquerade party together. One really should have been there to appreciate some of the costumes, but I’ll tell you about a few of them. There was a soldier, who appeared very brave in his bright uniform, but who really wasn’t, for he ran when a little Dutch girl approached him. Then there were Romeo and Juliet, who made a fine looking couple; but if you don’t know who they were, I’ll never reveal their identity. And last of all, were a little Dutch boy and girl who went hand in hand together then, and are still in the same blissful condition. Hut enough for the party, I must hurry on. More picnics, more exams., and still they come. Hut we could not be downed, by the exams., I mean, and so the following fall, came up smiling, though really we were a great deal more thoughtful because we saw only two years more in which to prepare for life’s battles. Enthusiasm! Why, that was our middle name, and as we had had such good leaders at our head the preceding year, we retained most of them. We had to work some of this surplus energy off? and as we have a great deal of talent, what better way than entertaining the rest of the High School during chapel hour? Bright idea! I’ve forgotten in whose fertile brain it originated, but that really doesn’t matter. We carried it out with such success that we repeated it again this year with equal success. It is always said that the Junior year is the society year of every class’ life. But as we are an exceptional class, we took exception to this rule also. There, was a slight difference of opinion about who should come to the party and who should not, so it was finally given up. But what is one party in our gay young life? Oh, yes, we had the picnic, though. But you say, I’m interested in scholarship and athletics, too, as you have been such a wide awake class, what did you do along those lines? We did plenty! As to the manner of scholarship, we even soared so high that one of our number left a spot on the ceiling in the Chemistry room, when fooling with some sodium (as a memoir of the class of '18). Another one achieved first prize in an essay contest on the short story, and a third made the debating team. W by, one Pago Twenty-Two even taught eighth grade for a while. Have you, gentle reader, learned enough, or must I mention others? I can, you know. And then, too—athletics! You can't find a much better basketball player than Fair, though you tried for a long time, and it was certainly a sight for sore eyes to see Bill Stafford buck the line for a twenty-yard gain with a pigskin under his arm. And the fellow behind the bat with the catcher's mit was a Senior, too. What about the girls, you say. They were right there. Those of you who saw them play know that, and if you didn’t see them, you don’t deserve to be told what they can do. So take ray advice and come to all the games next year, and then you’ll know all about it. And it was due to the efforts of one of our number that we were able to have a military organization, and a goodly number of the officers are Seniors. But 1 must tell you how we felt when we reached the home stretch in the race. Our country had entered the war by this time, and a few had left our ranks to join those “Over There, and to give their all for Freedom’s cause. That sobered us a great deal, and much was done for Army Y and Red Cross; in fact, we were the only' class that had 100 4 Senior Red Cross membership. We still had a few social affairs, among which was a big Junior and Senior party. It was well planned out in every detail, and was reported the best party ever held in G. II. S. One of the attractions of the evening was the “Devil’s Den, which surely merited its name. It would be a shame to tell all of its secrets, but one thing which we had to do was to feel of the parts of a dead man’s body. es. we shuddered just as you who read it do. We all passed safely through the ordeal except Miss “Van. We also had a fortune teller, and now I’m going to reveal the identity of this much sought after person. Sh! (It was Fatty.) Now, would you believe it? You didn’t know Fatty was a palmist, did you? Well, he certainly is, and a fine one, too. But please don’t tell anyone, will you. We have a faculty for starting things and raising money Just to give you an idea what a fancy little starter we had (and by the wav, she is the same “Preside” I told you you wouldn’t know). I’ll tell you what she did. She planned a party in honor of one of the teachers leaving for Camp Custer, and at nine o’clock she started, and by six o’clock of the same night she had supper ready for about two hundred people. There were many who helped, but she really carried the matter through. I was going to tell you about raising money, too. You see, when we started this book we knew we would have to have some way of getting money to back il up. One way we took was renting the movie, and if any of you didn t go that time, you want to go next time, because we had a fine show. But we didn t stop there. We had a dance for High School people one night in the gym, and it was some party. Many unexpected things happened that night, among them, an imitation of Sousa’s band. by, we even went so far as to sell pop corn balls at the baseball game, and some one sneaked in on us and swiped some. I he guilty culprit laid low, too, for he evidently knew enough to dread the vengeance of the Senior class. We aren’t through making money yet, but as we haven t done the other things, I don’t dare tell you what they are, as that would spoil the fun. Exams, are .almost on 11s again, but we don t dread them this time, for we have learned so much you can just see it pop out of our eyes Some of us even took teacher’s examination and passed very creditably, and we have our school districts all engaged. Others are going to attend higher institutions of learning, and some of 11s are just going to stay .at home (and learn to cook). I started out to tell our past history, not the future, but you know when you get started about the class of 18, you don’t know where to stop. I don’t know how they are ever going to get along without us next year, do you ? We realize we are doing the school an injustice in graduating, but we really want the world to know what great people we are and show them what kind of men and women dear old Greenville sends forth. So here s good-bye to G. H. S., and the people left behind, but we’ll always take our pleasant memories of the dear old place with 11s, and we hope we’ll not soon be forgotten. Irene Yerkes. Pag:e Twenty-Three Class Song A jolly good bunch are we, Our Senior Class, Many a care have we, Each lad and lass. No matter the weather When we get together We have a jubilee. For we are the spirit of Greenville High Don’t you see? Chorus: We are the Senior Class Of the year 1-9-1-8, Of the year 1-9-1-8, As we must leave at last, Hail to our Senior Class. But when we go from here. And think of the times we’ve had, We find we’ve liked the High School, And want to get back right had. We leave the Juniors to take our place, And hope they do their best. We leave it to the faculty to see They pass their test. We sometimes think of the teachers, Whom we’ve put to needless pains, By suggesting what we would do, If we only had the reins. We love the dear old Greenville High, Though we’d sometimes like our way; But you’ve found us a good loyal bunch, In the four short years we’ve stayed. Class Prophecy THE Sibyl of old wrote her prophecies on leaves which the wind soon scattered and lost. I, too, write on leaves; my words may perhaps follow the same fate as those of the Sibyl—mark closely then, what I sav. To begin with, I will lay open the future of our class president, Mr. Arthur Roell. He is destined to work very hard and become very successful, provided—let this be solemn warning—he lets alone all girls with curly hair. Our next class officer, Hilbert Wittkop, will draw his way to fame; his cartoons will make the whole world laugh and think. Mary Lichtenauer (secretary), with her intense executive ability, is to go into politics and—this is very confidential— whenever a particularly stubborn man gets in her way, she’ll just invite him to supper, and presently all the opposition will be withdrawn. And now, what is to become of the other thirty-five or six of 11s? 1 hardly know where to begin. I really can sympathize with the Old-Woman-Who-Lived-in-a-Shoe. I fear I will have to rely on alphabetical order, so as not to miss any one: Lynes Baldwin will become tin director of an orchestra. It might be regretted, however, that he will not go into the movies; he would make such an adorable film idol. Jennie Christensen is destined to give her life to gardening and studying insects. She will probably have many adventures (I deduce this from her red hair), perhaps they will be with cows, sometime when she is gathering specimens in a pasture. Oh, Jennie, beware of cows. Edith Crawford may some day be introduced to us as a prima donna. Whether she reaches this honor or not, her success as a musician is assured, indeed. She charms everyone already, particularly a—well, you know. Marion Howard, our poetess, will enter the nursing profession, and then Oh, young doctors, beware. Arthur Hillman will be presented to 11s in future years as a civil engineer; he may also present us to someone, a domestic engineer, perhaps. Our tiniest songstress, Genevieve Jacobs, will make all kinds of records— Victrola, perhaps. Helen Hansen will become a very busy business woman. She will probably travel a great deal. And speaking of those who love the farm, let Johanna Lyndrup be mentioned, for what would a farm ever amount to if it were not for the culinary art? Her brother, Peter Lyndrup, is also to be a true son of the farm. Beatrice Lillie is another of our musicians, but it is whispered that she will fill her life with more domestic affairs. Maud Lohr has a similar destiny. Esther Madsen will not always work in a grocery. Instead of waiting on other people, she’ll have them all waiting on her. Then our witty society bud, Violette Newbrough, will be captured by a millionaire. If for any reason she does have to earn a living, she may become a popular authoress. There are the Norton girls, Pauline and Marguerite; it is easily said everything around them will always be bright. Marjorie Noxon, another musician! (it never rains but it pours) will always love music, even if she surrenders the greater part of her heart to a mere man. Page Twenty-Five Mable Olsen may become a business woman. She will probably go to Washington to be the President’s stenographer. All hail our scholarly friend, Harold Rasmussen! Don’t you all think he would make a fine scientist? The most natural place in the world for him would be looking through a telescope or a microscope. Whatever he does will be quite successful, I’m sure. Agnes Rasmussen may be named as a school teacher, but not always; she is too fond of a certain automobile owned by— The fates refuse to tell what will become of Mary Emily Ranney. She might become President-ess of the United States or a movie star, and still the prophets are silent. I may only say that everyone will always be enslaved by her smiles. Florence Slawson will settle down to a quiet life and to making money as soon as she finishes exercising the privilege of keeping her teachers guessing. Fair Silverthorne is to become a famous athlete, perhaps as pitcher winning in the World Series. Rill Stafford is destined to be a politician. lit may go to the I nited States senate. Now I have to deal with Beulah Tallman! She will be a lively old maid, telling her friends how to bring up their children. Reading books, too, on How to Teach Table Manners,” etc., and perhaps putting her knowledge to work. Our friend Vera Eloise Thompson will start a menagerie—a pet automobile, pet cows, pet horses, pet pigs, pet dogs, etc. Anna Williams will prove what she can do as a secretary of momentous affairs. She will not always have to work so hard, though, for everyone knows that girls with yellow hair like hers never stay single. Verda Wilson will become very successful in everything but one—she will never master the art of making things rise, whether it be biscuits or people. Irene Yerkes will be found teaching school and writing prize stories in her spare time. And now, would you like to know what I shall do in ye.ars to come? I 11 turn gypsy and tell people’s fortunes the rest of my life. Mary Huberta Van Deinse, '18. Pago Twenty-Six Class Will Section I, Article I. We, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred eighteen, being of sound mind and good judgment, do this day, June twenty-first, nineteen hundred eighteen, legalize and make known our last will and testament. Section II, Article 1• To our instructors we as a class will our sincere appreciation of their efforts to enable us to make a step higher. They have instilled into our lives everlasting impressions and ideals of the true, the noble, and the honorable, and we honestly hope that their efforts will not have been in vain when we come to take our places in the world. Section II, Article 2♦ We bequeath to the Junior Class the privilege of scrapping in class meetings. Section II, Article 3. We bequeath our ability to serve, our ability to lead in the affairs of the Greenville High School to all future classes. Section II, Article 4. Also to all other classes we bequeath the honor of becoming one hundred per cent membership in the Red Cross, but our patriotism we take with us into the “great unknown.” Section II, Article 5. The Seniors also bequeath their wide knowledge to some of the inexperienced members of the faculty. Section II, Article 6. A few privileged Seniors bequeath the office, the rest room, and the sewing room to any similar “devils” as hang-outs. Section II, Article 7. Some less privileged Seniors bequeath their angelic conduct to the teachers. Section III, Article 1. Arthur Hillman bequeaths his fiery eloquence to Andrew Peck. Section III, Article 2. Marjorie Noxon bequeaths her angelic smile to Chester Jacobus Section III, Article 3. Beatrice Lillie bequeaths her roaming orbs to June Andrews. Section III, Article 4. Genevieve Jacobs bequeaths her voice to Virginia Decker. Section III, Article 5. Mary Van Deinse bequeaths her curly hair to Glenn Livingston. Section III, Article 6. Lyncs Baldwin wills to the Junior Class an example of a model Senior. Section III, Article 7. Johanna Lyndrup bequeaths her red hair-ribbon to Walter Arntz to keep his ears from freezing. Section III, Article 8. Ernest Fries bequeaths his faculty of getting in wrong with Tuck to Arnold Hansen. Section III, Article 9. Agnes Rasmussen wills her gentle voice to Howard Wilson. Section III, Article 10. Mary Emily Ranney bequeaths her ability to dance to Virginia Browne. With such added ability Virginia should certainly make a place for herself in the world. Section III, Article 11. Edith Crawford and Mary Lichtenauer bequeath their deviltry to Alpha Busk and Paul Snyder. Section III, Article 12. Helena Rosendal wills to the Freshman Class the good example of an optimist. Section III, Article 13. Our M’s and P’s (if we have any) bury; our E’s we leave as examples for our fickle successors, the Juniors. Section III, Article 14. To the “Annual” board of 1919 we bequeath all our trials and tribulations. In witness whereof, we hereby sign our name as the Senior Class of nineteen hundred eighteen. Page Twenty-Seven —SENIOR CLASS. —Mary Lichtenauer, ’18. Page Twenty-Eight Class Schedule Name Characteristics Most Cherished Possessions Purpose Song Always Seen (with) Lynes Baldwin . . . Bold Chemistry book To manage Silver’s Theatre For Me and My Gal At Campbell’s Jennie Christensen • • • • Agreeable Her hair To be a nurse Knitting! Knitting! In front of the looking glass Edith Crawford . . Good natured His photo To settle down I Wonder Who’s Kissing Him Now Talking to Albro Irving Fralick . . . Religious A Dodge To teach Sunday School All Dressed Lp and no Place to Go A different girl Ernest Fries .... Melodious His white sox To become a rival of Caruso He’s a Devil Arguing Helene Hansen . . . Slow but sure Basketball suit To be a chorus girl Somebody's Crazy About Me Coming in late puffing Arthur Hillman . . Angelic His credits To he a baker Along Came Ruth Trying to sell a Columbia Marion Howard . . Stylish Basketball togs To be a nurse They’re Wearing Them Higher in Hawaii Fuller Genevieve Jacobs . . Fussing Her voice To break hearts How Dry I Am Tending somebody’s kids Mary Lichtenauer . . A morons Principals and books To have, to hold, to love I Miss You Most of All Bossing the men Peter Lyndrup . . . Search us His track-suit To graduate My Girl’s a Hellablue On the baseball diamond Johanna Lyndrup . . Blushing Her walk To become a student Joan I)'Arc But not heard Beatrice Lillie . . . Good natured Hugh ? Matrimony I Won’t be Home Till Morning Telling jokes Maude I ohr .... Modest Science teacher To teach school Wearing of the Green Whispering Esther Madsen . . . Agreeable Candy and the store To become a “stenog Dane Walking fast Marguerite Norton Blushing Golden locks Forgotten Way Down Yonder in the Corn-field With hooks Pauline Norton . . . Studious Her serenity Ditto Old Black Joe Thinking Page Twenty-Nine Name i Characteristics Most Cherished Possessions Purpose Song Always Seen (with) Marjorie Noxon % • • • Serious Her walk Entertaining country school teachers I Love the Cows and Chickens but this is the Life Tatting Mable Olsen . . . Meek Chemistry To be a “stenog.” « Listen to the Mocking Bird Working Harold Rasmussen Saintly His height Not discovered All Alone Studying Helena Rosendal . Ceaseless energy Good looks To make pop-corn balls Egypt in You Dreamy Eyes A smile Arthur Roell . . F ast His pipe To beat out ' .eke I Love the Ladies At the Phelps House Mary K. Ranney . m Unknown Her dancing pumps To stay until morning Love Me and the World is Mine Waiting for “Dod” Agnes Rasmussen . i oving Class pin To be congenial Long Way to Tipperary A tall young man Florence Slawson . Meek A kodak To be leader of gum firm “Lindy Lou” Chewing gum Roy Silverthorne . Noisy His yellow tie To be a clown I Love a Lassie Talking with the girls Vera K. Thompson I .ike April weather A Reo To be a leader of society Dreaming Happy William Stafford . Scrappy His overalls To beat out Willard Over There Trying to look like a married man Beulah Tallman Sweet Her picture Fating Just You In a Ford or Reo Cecile Thornton Studious I Ier good looks To become an electrician Has Anybody Here Seen Pinkie? Getting Shorthand Anna Williams . . Bashfulness Her serenity To be a dressmaker My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean Thinking Verda Wilson . . A ngelic Her winning ways To recite U. S. History Old Oaken Bucket Zadie Hilbert Wittkop . Kven tempered His knowledge To become a Mr. Mott America, I Love You Teaching mechanical drawing to girls (?) Mary Van Deinse . Gracefulness Service-flag pin To be an author Kven the World Will Be Jealous of Me Powdering Irene Yerkes . . . Studious Caesar Book To win medals Ireland Must he Heaven Going to church Page Thirty Junior Class Officers Donald Slawson Virginia Browne Me roe Coats I.eo Nickerson . President. Vice-President. Treasurer. Secretary. Junior Class History A call for recruits was issued early in September, 1915, by the Board of Education, in Greenville. Armies were being formed all over the United States to battle Ignorance and its allies. The summons was answered in G. H. S. by seventy Rookies and one hundred and thirty partially trained men. The “Rookies” were armed with certificates from the Academy saying that they bad passed the preliminary examinations. Some bad been rejected and sent back to the Academy for more drill, before taking up the more serious soldiering. The Rookies were organized into the Freshman Company, and divided into platoons for Algebra, English, History, and Latin, each of which was drilled by its Lieutenant. At first the drills were easy, then harder and harder, and vigorous tests were applied at the end of each month. “All drill and no play makes Sanunie a dull soldier.” So the Freshmen and Sophomore Companies gave a masquerade ball. Then after a couple of months of intense drilling the soldiers were awarded a furlough for two weeks. Drill started more seriously than ever after the furlough, but when the warm weather came, the Rookies couldn't resist going on a picnic and had a fine time. But by this time they were tired of being called Rookies, so a contest was planned with the Sophomore Company, a flag rush, in which tin Freshman Company demonstrated the skill they bad obtained under their drill masters, Watkins and Miller. Later they were called upon to find the enemy on the Algebra field, to bit the date target in History, to dig up the dead roots in Latin for the preparation of construction trenches in English. Under these examinations some were forced to leave the Company, some were put in the guard bouse, but most scheduled to march on under command of Honorary Colonel Griswold. Then all were given a furlough which lasted during the summer months. The bugle call of September, 1917, summoned the soldiers back to continue their battle with Ignorance, which was again interrupted by pleasures,—another big military masquerade ball. This was almost spoiled by the Junior Company, which considered itself much above the Sophomore Company, and the new Rookies. But their effort to cut off the lights was curtailed by the foresight of the Sophomore Company,—their training bad begun to show, you see, and lanterns provided just the right atmosphere for the most successful party of the year! After the furlough of 1917-18, the Honorary Colonel was transferred to another training cam]), and the Rookies of 1915 started out under the new command of Lieut. Gen. Tuck. Several times trouble overtook them. Some broke into the training camp and put lim-hurger cheese on the radiators of the officers’ apartments, for which they were assigned janitor duties in the guard house by Major Gen. Shigley. Those who have survived the wounds of flunking shells and condition bullets are now in the Junior Company, and feel that the victory over Ignorance, though not won, is being hard fought and already looms into sight. —Virginia Browne, ’19. Page Thirty-Two Members Class ’19 Which is which? Carl Andreason—The man that blushes is not quite a hrnte. Pauline Haight—Whose little body lodged a mighty mind. Donald Slawson—That Somebody. Leslie Sherwood—-There is nothing so becomes a man as modesty, stillness, and gentility. Lyle vanDusen—Wooed not quickly, Won not lightly, But when won, forever true. Kent Slawson—Ambition is the Junior’s fame. Sarah Miller—You would know her by the merriment that sparkles in her eye. Esther Miller—Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Mildred Nelson How pretty her blushing was and how she blushed again. Helen Cyphers—An earnest student, she. Duncan Black—Does he like Limburger cheese? Ask him. Edythe Sturgeon--A chemistry shark. Meroe Coats— Her mind is far too settled for one so young. Virginia Browne—All dressed up and no place to go. Mable Phelps -Mildred Phelps— ( Gladys Campbell—Too innocent for coquetry. Too proud for idle scorning. Virginia Decker--A devil in her own home town. Mildred Dietrich -Fair haired, azure eyed. Lena Dennison- What could this lovely creature do against a desperate man? Otto Sorenson—A man who seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows. Glenn Livingston—Here’s Livy; where’s Lyle? Leo Nickerson —We must every one he a man of our own fancy. Ruth Wolkow—You can’t argue with a woman. Marion Watson—Did someone say Basket Ball? Mildred Sagendorf—Which has the greater charm; she or her music? Gertrude Hansen—Diligently she seeks after knowledge. Doris Miller—Bashfulness is not quite a crime. Olga Petersen—She’d rather talk than eat. Mabel Kopansky—Her natural desire is to be contented. Reeta Petersen—A thoughtful blue-eyed maiden. Merrill Rasmussen—Anyone know the price of a hair-cut? Forest Wolverton—Slow but sure. Allen Church—He doesn’t have to prove that he is “some man”-—he admits it. Esther Siple—A chatter box. Clarence Larsen—I love the ladies. Fritz McKay—Where is de Bree(ze) ? Noel Craft—He doesn’t like to study. Charles Byington—Quiet, but “Oh, my.” Englehard Hansen—A mighty debater. Helene Rich—Never do for yourself what others can do for you. Gretel LeValley—Man delights me not. Helen Emery—She was a scholar, and a right good one. Ethel Sovereign—Last, but not least. WEARERS OF THE “G” D. Slawson (Captain of Football Team) N. Nickerson II. Fisher A. Church L. Sherwood Page Thirty-Three C. Andreason G. Livingston SOPHOMORE ClP Page Thirty-Four Sophomore Class Officers Walter Arntz . . Emerson Thompson Chester Jacobus . Stella Cornwell President. Vice-President. Secretary. Treasurer. Pagre Thirty-Five ■1 Sophomore Class History Early in September, 1916, the class of 1920 entered into the hiprli school life. There were about twenty of us, so we were assigned front seats amid the applause of the other classes. After we once learned where we belonged we tried to stay there, but onee in a while one of us Freshmen would stray out of the rules of the high school, but to our discomfiture and delight of the other classes we were sent back where we belonged very suddenly by one of the upper classmen. We were blessed with a very good President and he certainly did all he could for us. The officers for our Freshmen year were: Walter Amts..............................................President A. I. Mount..............................................Vice President Beatrice Roell...........................................Secretary Wallace Petersen.........................................Treasurer Miss Maeomber and Mr. Shigley............................Class Teachers Our Freshman class was well represented in Athletics, having members on both girls' and boys’ basket-ball teams and on the football squad. Almost before we realized it June had come, exams, were over, and nearly every one had received the greatly desired credits. We started our Sophomore year with a rush. Walter Arntz was again elected President; Emerson Thompson, Vice President; Chester Jacobus, Secretary; and Stella Cornwell, Treasurer. Miss Den Adel and Mr. Heid were our class teachers, but when Mr. Keid was called to Camp Custer, Miss Maeomber took his place. We were all attracted by Athletics this year and were even better represented than in our Freshman year. In October the Freshmen and Sophomores had a party and we all had a very good time. As it is nearly June we are all looking forward to the Freshmen and Sophomore picnic which will enlarge our social world. So next year we hope to greet you as Juniors with a more wide-awake organization than ever (if that is possible). —Beatrice Roell, ’20. Page Thirty-Six Members Class ’20 Walter Arntz—None but himself can be his parallel. Beulah Addis —And then she will talk, ye gods, how she will talk. Marvin Simmons—Going up. Emerson Thompson—And still we gazed, and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all he knew. Chester Jacobus—Talk about cartoons—see Chet! Henry Lohr—As proper a man as one shall ever see. Norma Lonsway A real northern peach. Iva Larsen—You'd know her by tbe merriment that sparkles in her eyes. A. I. Mount—Good humor is the health of the soul. Lenora Madsen—A quiet sort with temper when needed. Mildred Mount—She steps lightly over trouble. Leon Madsen—I.et studies slide. Kathleen Maloney A shy face is better than a forward heart. Julia Neilson—There is a soft and pensive grace; A east of thought upon her face. Blanche Neilson- She is little, but oh! so wise. Gertrude Nelson She has glints of sunshine in her hair. Helen Olsen—A bright particular star. Wallace Petersen—Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. Andrew Peck—Ever present. Beatrice Roell—Gee—but I wished I were free. Vira Sommerfeldt—Silence is one great art of conversation. Margaret Stafford “Peg o’ my Heart. Mary Stout—Silence is one great art. Beatrice Tidey -Axiom i. Postulate 3. Kenneth Thoms—Put wonderful expression into his pen and bow. Louise Tower—Her modest and graceful air shows her wise as she is fair. Don van Allen—Captured by the Indians. John Watson—Oh, these studies. Alpha Busk—The mildest manners and the gentlest heart. Bob Crawford—Jack of all trades. Stella Cornwall She will, if she will. Della Clark--------------and then she smiles. Beryl DeBree—Man, get thee hence—except Fritz. Marja Donahue—The latest model with all modern improvements. Alice Enyart Beyond description. Don Fuller—A runabout. Margaret Frownfelder—She says a frown never felt her. Helen Fisher—A quiet type of earnest girlhood. Lucile Fries—A chatterbox. S. D. Goodman—Wisdom is a treasure which none can take away. Howard Griffith—Slow-but-surc. Jean Griffith—Positively the best thing a man can do is nothing. John Haviland—He studies so hard—oh, dear. Eula Haviland—Has a will of her own. Alfred Hendrikson—His years are young but bis experience old. Pearl Hines—An earnest student, she. Ruth Holland—Let this describe the undeseribable. Edith Horton—A light heart lives long. Fletcher Howell—Genius was ever modest. LeRoy Albro—Dippy—? —Tippy. Edwin Edsall—Come, squirrels. WEARER OF THE “G” W. Arntz Page Thirty-Seven FRESHMEN Page Thirty-Eight Freshman Class Officers Julian Cowin ............................President. Marjorie Bond ........................Secretary. Berrldge Smith...........................Treasurer. Page Thirty-Nine Freshmen Class History Yes, we are Freshmen, greener than any class before and fresher than the freshest, but we lack no “pep” and loyal school spirit, and our Freshman and Sophomore party was a great success. We had a fairly good class team, too. Our first game was with the Sophomores, which we lost by two points, those being made two minutes before the whistle blew. Our next game was with the Juniors. We won by a large score, then we knew we were up against it, for the Seniors had won from the Sophomores and Juniors, but we all played our best and lost by a score that we were proud of. Last semester some of us enjoyed the Freshmen and Sophomore picnic at Baldwin Lake. We are sorry we cannot boast of winning the flag rush that we were sure we would win, but the Sophomores got cold feet and forfeited it to us. We Freshmen have little history, but I am sure that when we are ready to leave, G. H. S. will be proud of us. ■June Andrews. Page Forty Members Class ’21 Minnie Anderson—A business student. Ruth Allen—A real Freshman. Gale Anderson—Kvery work is at first impossible. June Andrews—He luffs me—he luffs me not. Lewellyn Bowman Well, 1 like girls. Marjorie Bond—They call her Pinkie. Helen Blanding—I’ll make my mark in G. H. S. Mable Bowerman Lefty. Elsie Barnes Theda Bara in “Disgust.” Mardwin Chaffee—Behavior is a looking glass in which I show my image. Lewis Campbell—Pretty hoy. Julian Cowin—Freshmen model. Anna Clark—I came from Howard City. Dayne Downey—A nice boy (not his fault). Clark Dickerson Algebra star. Irene Dietrich—Peter. Cecil Fowler—Oh ! I.ovely Ladies. Luciie George—A sliver. Frank Gibson—Hello, is this Gretchen? Clinton Green—Our Example is worth a thousand arguments. Merrill Grosvenor —Our famous Limburger King. Arnold Hansen—If you want music, see “Doc.” Herbert Hansen—It is not he who laughs loudest that has the lightest heart. Claribel Hewitt—And then my hand on his 1 laid. Violet Hansen Smile, I love those dimples. Lester Johnson—A little man. Gladys Heins—The most precious goods come in small packages. Glenn I.avendar 1 want to he tough. Gertrude Lincoln—Quiet and serene. Frank Mote Forest’s brother. ’Nuff said. Beatrice Munson—Smile and the world smiles with you. Ruth Nethery—English, “don’t elier know?” Ethelbert Newton—I have a gift beyond the work of art—silence. Zelda Olsen—Light hair, blue eyes. Effie Palmer—Guaranteed. Elma Peterson—A little mischief. Harvey Rasmussen—How full of briers is this working day world. Olga Rasmussen—Just a friend. “Bud” Ranney—Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Eula Roosa—Shc knows what she is talking about. Esther Stromstra—Speech is great, hut silence is greater. Berridge Smith—Whatever is, is right. Catherine Snyder—Tell me not. Marie Tower Now watch me. Mildred Weeks—You may come and you may go, but I talk on forever. Marjorie Zuller—Little Lady Daintiness. Elvin Anderson—“Reddy.” Gertrude Bigler—Don’t bother me. Joe Bigler—A shock of red hair. Clifford Carlson—O you darling!!! Rose Christensen—Leave me alone and I will you. Blanche Galloway—One of our little parcels. Roy Jacobus—A second Chet. Lillian Madsen—Another! Thelma Nickelsen—Fine. Lester Miller—Be calm—he wise—he is bashful, I surmise. Ila Rice—No Chinaman, tho. George Shendon—He played Football. Gretchen Slawson—Will you call in the car? Helen Thompson—Tomboy. Thomas Walker—I play in the band. Nellie Welsh—Yes, grape juice. Helen Youngs—Do play a waltz. Paul Snyder—Four eyes. Henry Rydahl—Never mind. I'll be a man some day. Henry Watson—Blessings on thee, little man. B. Ranney Page Forty-One WEARERS OF THE “G G. Shendon C. Fowler Page Forty-Two Social Events IN tlit latter part of November a party was hastily arranged in honor of Mr. Reid, who is now at Camp Custer. The High School students presented him with a pocket kodak. In return he promised to send them all his picture. At about six o'clock a cafeteria supper was served in the “gym.” Afterward everyone danced until Mr. Tuck insisted on turning out the lights and locking the doors. The Juniors and Seniors celebrated Hallowe’en with a party in the “gym.” The entertainment committee provided games, races, and also a special feature in the shape of “The Devil’s Den.” The said ‘‘Den caused many shrieks and giggles from the feminine members of both classes. Hallowe'en, you know, often makes oysters feel like dead men’s eyes. The latter part of the evening was spent in dancing. The “eats committee’ served substantial refreshments. The last afternoon before the Christmas holidays was given over to celebrating the season. Miss Fish prepared a very enjoyable program, one number of which was a reading by Mrs. Howies. After the program there was dancing. There have been several other parties during this term. The first one took place late in the fall. The boys had a party for the benefit of the Vthletic Association. They gave a minstrel show and enjoyed themselves generally. The girls (not to be outdone) held another part}’ early this spring. This also was for the benefit of the Athletic Association. They put on a farce which seemed to take well, then they played games and had races and finally danced. Some very curious boys came over to see what was going on. We hope they enjoyed that dance. Another affair which really ought to be mentioned is the dinner party of the Royal Order of Janitors. The said society is something new. The requirements for entrance are: hirst, a thorough knowledge of how to stack books; second, a genius for exasperating the teachers; third, from one to three weeks of hard labor. The annual Freshman-Sophomore party was a great success. The Sophomores instructed the Freshmen in the art of behaving at a party. Games were played. Then the girls brought in the “eats.” The said eats were well received —especially the cake, which caused the little Freshmen boys to misbehave most audaciously. The evening was concluded with dancing. Patfo Forty-Three Graduates of the G. H. S. in the Service '08—Don L. Beardslee, 2nd Lieutenant, Quartermaster’s Department, Columbus, Ohio. '!) )—Dr. A. J. Bower, Captain, Hospital I'nit 2, Fort Mel’herson, Ga. 'll Charles Bradley, Ambulance, Camp Custer, Mich. '12—Milo Christensen, Quartermaster's Department, France. '13—Ben Rollin Clark, Sergeant, Quartermaster’s Department, Fort Dodge, Iowa. 'll—Harrison Caswell, 2nd Lieutenant, Infantry, France. ’1(5—Porter Crosby, Coast Artillery, France. '13—Robert Edsall, Brigade Headquarters Detachment, Infantry, Camp Custer, Mich. ’13—Roy B. Fries, Arm Guards of Navy, Brooklyn, N. Y. '11 -Oscar Fowler, 1st Lieutenant, Infantry, France. '17- Henry Finch, Coast Artillery, France. '08— Charles J. Gibson, Quartermaster’s Department, France. ’10- Charles Gray, Infantry, Camp Custer, Mich. '17—Frank Hauge, Medical Corps, Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia. '12- Fred Howe, Sergeant, Ordnance Department, Camp Custer, Mich. ’08—Frank Hubbard, Motor Truck Company, Camp Custer, Mich. To- Howard Howorth, Corporal, Artillery, Camp Custer, Mich. ’00—Floyd C. Hecox, Captain, Infantry, Gettysburg, l’a. '17—John A. Henkle, Cavalry, F'ort Bliss, Texas. 'll—-Louis M. Johnson, Naval Reserve, Norfolk, Ya. '09—Wilbur B. Lewis, Engineers, Camp Grant, 111. '13—Scott Lillie, Sergeant, Aviation Corps, France. ’0!)—Clayton B. Moon, Quartermaster’s Department, Jacksonville, Fla. T7—Harrie D. Nelson, Medical Corps, Fort Logan, Ark. T5—Russell Nelson, West Point Military Academy. T3—DeForest Rich, Naval Militia, Norfolk, Va. ’05—Dean Ryman, 2nd Lieutenant, France. T2—Nathan Sprague, Navy. T5—Ernest Simmons, Officers’ Training Camp, Ohio. ’08—L. J. Schermerhorn, Lieutenant, Medical Corps, Camp Fremont, Cal. ’Hr—Elmer Siple, Clerical Company, Jacksonville, Fla. '12—Arnold L. Thompson, Signal Corps School, Grand Rapids, Mich. '08—Walter Ward, Medical Department, Camp Merritt, N. J. 'Ki—Leo Yerkes, Depot Brigade, Camp Custer, Mich. Members of G. H. S. Who Have Entered the Service While Attending School Harold McCreedy, Cavalry, Mercedes, Texas. James Rogers, Coast Artillery, Fort McClellan, Anniston, Ala. Raymond Burkholder, Infantry, Camp Custer, Mich. Clifford Sowers, Navy. Boys Who Have Attended G. H, S. Since Sept., 1914, and Have Entered the Service During These Four Years Perry Bramble, Infantry, France. Charles Carlin, Engineers, France. Sidney Fowler, Cavalry, France. Ivan Gordon, Field Artillery, Fort Sam Houston, Texas. Lester Lutz, Cavalry, Mercedes, Texas. Teachers Who Have Taught in G. H. S. and Have Entered the Service G. F. Galliver, Ordnance Department, Augusta, Ga. E. S. Reid, Depot Brigade, Camp Custer, Mich. Clarence VanKammen, Great Lakes Training Camp. Page Forty-Four History of the Greenville Alumni Association THE Greenville Alumni Association was organized in the spring of 1889. A self-appointed committee consisting of live graduates of the High School, and whose names are Elmer J. Rowley, Charles M. Hamper. Enoch Harri-man, Vernon H. Nichols and Claude V. Coates, met one Saturday afternoon in the office of the superintendent, E. P. Church, to talk over the matter of organizing an Alumni Association. With one accord, all were in favor of such an association, believing that in years to come it would be a source of strength to the Greenville school system. As a result of that meeting, a call was issued through the Greenville papers requesting all graduates interested in such an organization to meet at the high school building June 29th, 1889, to discuss the matter and to ascertain what the general trend of sentiment toward forming an Alumni Association was. That meeting was called to order by Shelly B. Jones. C. L. Harden was elected chairman and V. E. Nichols secretary. Short speeches were made by Professor Church, Mary Fish and others, setting forth the meaning and purpose of such an association, and a great deal of interest was manifested, and all became enthusiastic and convinced that the proper thing to do was to organize at once. On motion of Mary E. Fish a committee on constitution and by-laws was appointed and requested to report at an adjourned meeting, to be held at Hotel Phelps on July 6, 1880. The committee reported at that time, and their report was accepted and adopted, after which the following officers were elected: President, C. L. Rarden; vice president, Mary E. Fish; secretary, Charles M. Hamper, and treasurer, Mrs. E. A. Kemp. The first meeting and banquet of the Alumni was held on Friday evening, June 27, 1890, in the parlors of Hotel Phelps. It was a memorable meeting, as all who were present can testify. A royal good time was had visiting with those who had not been here for many a day. Toasts were responded to bv C. L. Rarden, Carl S. Patton, Charles Hamper, Wilmot Stevens and Shelly B. Jones. Class reunions, class songs and veils were freely indulged in, and old time class spirit revived. The meeting closed by all joining hands and circling around the banquet hall and singing songs prepared for the occasion. The first meeting proved to be a big success, and augured well for the future of the new association. There have been twenty-eight annual meetings and banquets. Of the first twenty-three meetings, all were held in the parlors of Hotel Phelps, except eight. The genial host, Mr. Phelps, began to have complaints from some of his guests that the Alumni was getting to be a noisy bunch, and that there was no rest or sleep for them as long as their meeting, which often lasted till the early hours of morning, was in progress. Pajre Forty-Five Consequently tile association was requested to seek another place of meeting, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth, banquets were held respectively in the K. P. hall, the Acorn and at Baldwin lake. These were not popular places for meetings, as was proved by the decreasing attendance and lack of interest. Hotel Phelps was prevailed upon to again permit our meetings there, and from 1895 to 1909, with the one exception of a meeting in 1901 in the Maccabce hall, all Alumni meetings were held in the pleasant and spacious parlors of Hotel Phelps. From 1909 to 1912 the association met in various places, and it was not until tlic new high school building was constructed that the Alumni felt that they had a home they could call their own. Their first meeting in the new building was an auspicious occasion, and a great effort was made to celebrate the event. It was made a home-coming time for all alumni. Letters were addressed to every alumnus urging his presence and co-operation in making the twenty-fourth annual meeting and banquet the biggest event in its history, and so it proved to be. More than two hundred and fifty alumni were present at that meeting. Many who had not been to the old town for many a year came to see our fine new building and to renew old friendships. A parade consisting of more than forty automobiles toured the principal streets and Baldwin Lake boulevard during the afternoon. An elegant banquet was served at seven o’clock, after which toasts, initiation, music and a farce completed the entertainment. The events of the day culminated in visiting, reunions and dancing, all of which contributed in making it the greatest day in the history of the association. Like all organizations, it has had its ups and downs, but it has grown to exert an influence that is wholesome upon our school system, and inspires boys and girls to greater effort that they may finally become a part of it. Claude V. Coats, MTLTTAKr Page Forty-Seven G. H. S. Company Albro, L. Anderson, E. A ncl reason, C. Byington, C. Bowman, L., Corporal Cow in, J. Chaffee, M. Campbell, I.. Church, A., Corporal Kdsall, E., Corpoial Goodman, S. I). Gordon, 1 . Grosvenor, M. Grosvenor, A. W. Griffith, Howard Griffith, Jean Green, C. Hansen, E. Howell, Fletcher I Ienkle, Tlieo. Downey, Dayne Hendricksen, A. Johnson, L. Ix)hr, II., Sergeant Livingston, II. Mote, Frank McKay, Fritz Newton, E. Ranney, F. Peterson, Wallace Rasmussen, M. Rasmussen, II. Rydahl, II. Roell, A., 1st Sergeant Stafford, W., Sergeant Smith, B. Slawson, K. van Allen, I). Walker, T. Hillman, A., 2nd Lieutenant Wittkop, Hilbert, 1st Lieutenant Nickerson, Leo Page Forty-Right Chorus Allen, Ruth Andrews, June Bowerman, Alta Blake, Eleanor Bond, Marjorie Busk, Alpha Blanding, Helen Baldwin, Lynes Black, Duncan Bigler, Gertrude Christensen, Jennie Crawford, Edith Cornwall, Stella Crawford, Robert Clark, Della Christensen, Rose Coats, Meroe Campbell, Gladys Decker, Virginia Dennison. Lena DeBree, Beryl Donahue, Marja Downey, Dayne Fries, Lucile Fries, Ernest Frownfelder, Margaret Fisher, Helen George, Lucile Hansen, Gertrude Horton, Edith Hines, Pearl Haviland, John Haviland, Elsie Hansen, Helene Hines, Gladys Howard, Marion Hansen, Arnold I toward, Fisher Jacobs, Genevieve Kopansky, Mahle Lons way, Norma LeValley, Grctel Holland, Ruth Lincoln, Gertrude Lyndrup, Johanna Lohr, Maude Lillie, Beatrice Lichtenauer, Mary Larsen, Iva Madsen, Esther Mcrren, Ellen Mickclsen, Thelma Mount, Mildred Madsen, Lillian Munson, Beatrice Maloney, Kathleen Newhrough, Violette Norton, Pauline Nelson, Lillian Nelson, Mahle Nelson, Mildred Nielson, Julia Noxon, Marjorie Norton, Marguerite Nelson, Gertrude Nielson, Blanche Olsen, Mahle Olsen, Zelda Peck, Andrew Palmer, Effie Petersen, Elina Petersen, Recta Phelps, Mildred Phelps, Mahle Roell, Beatrice Roosa, Eulah Rasmussen, Olga Ranney, Mary Emily Rettinger, Gordon Shcndon, George Slawson, Donald Snyder, Catherine Stafford, Margaret Slawson, Gretchen Stout, Mary Sommerfeldt, Vira Sturgeon, Edythe Sovereign, Ethel Siple, Esther Snyder, Paul Thompson, Helen Tallman, Beulah Thompson, Vera Eloise Thornton, Cecile Tidey, Beatrice Tower, lionise 'Phompson, Emerson Thoms, Kenneth vanDusen, Lyle Wilson, Verda Wilson, Dorothy Weeks, Mildred Welch, Nellie Wolkow, Ruth Williams, Anna Wilson, Howard ' idler, Marjorie Page Forty-Nine LITERARY Page Fifty The Necklace Bl--1 1 MULFORD sat in her pretty room bending over a small box on her dresser. She was looking proudly at a very odd but delicate necklace in a curiously carved box. I be Mulfords were descendants of a highly noble race, and John Mul-ford, Hetty s father, could trace his ancestry back many generations. The necklace was an heirloom which had been in the family many years and had many a strange story attached to its origin. Hetty had received it only the day before from her grandmother. Now as she sat looking at it, she pictured herself wearing it to the Junior class party that evening, with the other girls looking at it with half admiring, half covetous eyes. For Betty was vain, but perhaps no more so than most girls of her age. And just now her father was having a little financial trouble and Betty could not have some of the small luxuries she had been accustomed to. She thought now that perhaps Rose Baker would not be so proud about her new wrist watch, and that Edith Green would not be so stuck up about her many pieces of jewelry. At last Betty had a necklace to match any of theirs. Then suddenly an expression somewhat like a pout crossed her face. Her mother had advised her not to wear it; she had told Betty of the danger of losing it, and besides, there was no need of wearing it just to a class party. But as Betty usually had her own way, she decided to wear it, against her mother’s wishes. So Betty went to the party that night with her brother Bob. She bad a new dress, too, and Bob declared that she looked just grand.” She kept thinking of her necklace, but dared not look at it for fear the other girls would think her vain. But she was sure everyone noticed the necklace, for Edith Green treated her very sweetly, and the others all seemed to pay particular attention to her. Then, after it all, Walter Briggs walked home with her, and he usually went with Rose Baker. But when Betty reached home her pleasure vanished She put her fingers on her throat and there was nothing there. The necklace was lost. She did not know what to think nor what to do. She passed a restless and almost sleepless night. In her many dreams she continually saw the necklace The next day she was worried and tired, and finally confided in Bob. He offered no consolation, and she continued to live in agony. She dreaded to advertise for it at school and dared not tell her mother. She watched the lost and found column of the daily newspaper and confided in some of her most intimate friends at school, but could do nothing more. Her cousin .Mabel visited ber a week, but even this did not raise her spirits. Both her mother and father noticed how disinterested she was in life, and how little she cared for pleasure. Then one day the expected happened; her mother asked her to show the necklace to Mabel. She tried to look unconcerned and talked and laughed as she led her cousin upstairs, and somehow managed to show her other interesting things, and before she came to the necklace box ber mother called them to dinner. Three weeks later she decided that she must tell her mother, since she had lost all hope of ever finding the necklace. She dreaded it so that she kept putting it off a little longer each time until she lost all courage and was looking more melancholy than ever. Pagre Fifty-One Then one evening Bob came running into the living room and rushed upstairs, calling for Betty to follow him. Where’s that necklace box?” he demanded, when they had reached Betty’s room. What do you want with it?” Betty asked, astonished. Well, give it to me, and I’ll tell you,” he answered, impatiently. Betty went to the dresser drawer and took out the box and handed it to her brother, rather mechanically. He opened it excitedly, and what do you suppose they saw within? The necklace! Betty had forgotten to put it on, and it had been in the box all the time. —Gretel LeValley, '19, Dear Old Tree “Dear old tree, what makes you moan so? Please tell me your story of woe. Are you dreaming of days gone by? Are you sorry that winter is nigh? Does the piercing wind make you cold?” And this is the tale the old tree told: “I am dreaming of days gone by. When green grass around me did lie; Here and there were the wild flowers That had been brought by fresh spring showers. On that day my leaves were with me, And then, oh! so happy were we! Many a bird came for a rest And then would stay to build a nest; The gentle breeze whispered its love. All was as peaceful as the dove; The unclouded sky was deep, deep blue. And everything was pure and true. “But now the summer has gone by And do you wonder that I sigh? The flowers and birds went with her, too; Gone, is the unclouded sky of blue. Even Jack Frost soon lured away The leaves I had cared for each long day. lie gave them dresses, oil, so bright! And told them what was just out of sight. They set out the unknown to see. But now, my children, where are they? In what distant place do they play? Other children have fluttered by, Many of them, near me, now lie. Of their beauty, they have been shorn. Their dresses are tattered and torn. They call for their mother, in vain, in vain, And die beneath the cold, cold rain.” —Marion Watson, '19. Page Fifty-Two The Slacker IT AS a sad day at Camp Custer. All the soldiers were kept indoors by the storm. I he camp already looked like a lake, and rain was still pouring. In barracks 837 the Sammies were playing the Victrola. Three or four couples in khaki were waltzing around the floor, when suddenly one of the Sammies called out, “Here he comes, fellahs,” and instantly everyone rushed to the door, where the mailman, equipped with a pair of waist-high waders and a raincoat and hat, was handing the mail to the man detailed for it. This Sammy began to call off the names, finally, “Ainsworth,” and a well-set, dark eyed young fellow, a fine soldier, stepped up and received his mail. Going to his bunk, he opened a letter addressed in a neat, feminine hand, which he recognized. “Dear Frank,” he read; “Have just returned from the show. Gee, it certainly was fine. Harry Jackson came over, and we saw ‘Draft 258 You remember Harry? You two used to be quite chummy. Well, when we got home we played cards until about 11:30, and then Harry went home. It is now about 12:00, and I just sat down to scrawl a note before going to bed. With love, Helen.” Scratch his head as he would, he could recollect no one by the name of Harry Jackson. The only thing he could think of was the piece of Sammies’ doggerel: “She knits me sox, She knits me clothes, She sends me good tobaccer; And then she goes, To the movie shows, With a chicken-hearted slacker.” Good Lord! Was she leaving him for a slacker? He’d kill this d—n Harry. Hut he wouldn’t let Helen know. He wouldn’t even mention his darn name. Sitting down on his bunk, he scribbled her a note. “Dear Helen: Just got your letter. Have a little time before drill, so thought I’d write. Glad you’re enjoying yourself. I just had a chance to get a steady job here, and I guess I’ll take it. Have got to go to Commander’s now, so goodbye. With love, Frank.” A few days later came this letter: “Dear Frank—Thought I’d write you just to tell you that there is a service flag down at the city hall, and that your name is after the first star, as you were the first to go. Am sending several clippings from the News, which may be of interest. A box was shipped today for you, and should be there almost as soon as this. With love, Helen.” A little later Helen received this letter: “Dear Helen—Box arrived in fine condition. Enjoyed the cigarettes immensely. The one I got was fine. I had a bath today for the first time this week. The fellow in the bunk next to me received four scarfs in a box. Four little kids in town are wearing them now. Try to get the folks to knit sox instead of scarfs; they are so much more useful. Have got a job teaching signaling. Must close now. With love, Frank.” On the same day and on the same mail went another letter. This one was addressed to Miss H. Jackson, and was signed “F. It. Ainsworth.” This letter contained an order on the firm of Ainsworth Son for several hundred army overcoats. Page Fifty-Three The next day he received a letter. “Dear Frank,” he read. “I wish you could get off Friday. There is going to be a big dance, and 1 wish we were going. Try and get off. Harry is going, and we’ll have a swell time. We had a fine time last night. Harry came over with the car and we had a long ride. Harry is so nice. We went to Bedford and went in swimming, and Harry certainly can swim. When we got back I treated the hunch to an ice cream. Goodbye. With love, Helen. P S.: Don t forget to get off.” “The h—1 with a pass. When she trots around with that d—n slacker And going into the country and going swimming! Good I.ord ! And he let her treat him. But I'll go hack if I can.” Later Helen received a telegram. “Will arrive Friday on 11:85. Frank.” Helen was at the train to meet him. “Alone,” thought Frank. “Wants to hide her darn slacker.” But nevertheless lie greeted her joyfully. “Hello, dear. Golly, but you look good. How's mother?” and a whole list of questions. Helen answered them as best she could, and they set out. Helen chatted gaily about everything except the thing which was foremost in his mind; that darn slacker. But he decided not to mention him, so they had reached Helen’s house and he had gone on home before it occurred to her that Harry was to have been at the station. However, she did nothing. On the way home a car drove up to Frank, and the chauffeur, a very pretty, dark complexioned girl, asked him if he would like a lift. He got in and thanked her. When he told her where to stop, she said, “Oh, you’re Mr. Ainsworth. I am Miss Jackson, your father’s stenographer.” “Harry Jackson’s sister?” he snapped. “No,” said she, “I don’t know him. Good day,” and she was gone. After gazing at her a moment, he turned and went into the house, where, after greeting his mother affectionately, he called up Helen on the phone and asked her what time the dance would start. After finding the time to be quite late, he went down town, where he met and shook hands with many of his old acquaintances. At 8:45 he called for Helen, and they went up to the dance. After the first few dances they sat down and Frank glanced around the hall. Noting the young lady who had given him a lift, he inquired about her from Helen. “Who is that young lady over there in velvet?” said he. “Oh,” replied Helen, “that is one of my most intimate friends. Come on over and I’ll introduce you to her.” Strolling about the hall, the}' met several people whom they both knew. At last they came to the young lady in the purple velvet. Helen spoke in a very informal manner. “Frank, I want you to meet my friend, Miss Harriet Jackson. Harry, this is Mr. Ainsworth, or rather, Frank.” Frank, as he led Miss Harry out for the next dance, was forming a new resolution, never to jump at conclusions again. “Harry was a girl!” —D. K. Black, ' 9. Page Fifty-Four The Paper Boy The snow was falling thick and fast, The wind was blowing hard. I looked out of the door and saw A small hoy cross the yard. I opened wide the door and said, “Come in and warm a while. “I must deliver papers first,”... He said with wan sweet smile. “But you are cold and wet,” I said, “Just let the papers wait.” “My customers are good to me. Their papers must not he late.” So he went on in snow and sleet. This poor little paper lad; He looked so sad and cold and wet, lie was so poorly clad. The wind blew hard, the snow fell fast. He could not find the road; He labored slowly through the drifts; The papers were a load. But on he went, this little lad; On through the snow and sleet, Delivering papers as he went Clear to the end of the street. Next day I heard this little boy Had died that very night; His customers thought well of him. And saw that all was right. They comforted his mother then. And flowers to him sent. Alas! why hadn't they helped him when Upon Ids route he went? —Gretel LeValley, '19. The Farewell She clasped her darling to her breast. And breathed the longing cry, “Oh, keep him safe, dear Lord, above,” Then kissed her boy good-bye. “Farewell, sweet mother, dearest one, The best God ever gave. I’m coming back to you again. So, mother dear, be brave.” With an aching heart he left her then, This mother, pale and sad. She had offered up her sacrifice, Her bonnie brown-eyed lad. —Helen Cyphers, 'J9. Page Fifty-Six Page Fifty-Seven G. H. S. Football Team ’18 Hack Row, reading from left to right— Kent Slawson, William Stafford; Cecil Tuck, Coach; Cecil Burkholder, George Schendon, Walter Arntz, Carl Andreason, Leslie Sherwood, Bud Ranney. Lower Row— Peter Lyndrup, Leo Nickerson, Donald Slawson, Allen Church, Cecil Fowler. Page Fifty-Eight Basket Ball Summary 1917-18 The G. II. S. basketball team finished the season with seven victories and six defeats to their credit. Although Coach Reid was compelled to leave for service in the army before the basketball season was fairly opened, the team made a good showing. On account of the scarcity of fuel, about a third of the games were canceled, both at home and out of town. In the last three games, two of which were championship games, the team was greatly handicapped by the loss of Fisher, who was out on account of sickness, although Lyndrup, who substituted in his position, did very creditable playing. With only one player leaving this year, there is sure to be a large bunch of candidates out for next year’s team, and there will be greater opposition to the first team than in the years previous. With two exceptions the same team was used throughout the entire year. In the game with Coral, Nickerson substituted for Livingston who was sick, and Lyndrup for Fisher. Page Fifty-Nine Basket Ball Schedule 1917-18 Nov. 28 G. H. S. . . . 72—Sheridan .... . . . 19 At Home Dec. 7 G. H. S. . . . 41—Crystal . . . 20 Abroad Dec. 11 G. H. S. . . . 28—Carson City 22 At Home Dec. 21 G. H. S. . . . 27—Lake view .... . . . 29 At Home Jan. 11 G. H. S. . . . 68—Crystal ... 18 At Home Jan. 17 G. H. S. . . . 83—Edmore . . . 26 Abroad Jan. 1 G. H. S. . . . 18—Mt. Pleasant . . . . . . 18 A broad Jan. 25 G. H. S. . . . 80—Carson City ... 21 Abroad Feb. 8 G. H. S. . . . 27—Coral . . . 84 Abroad Feb. 22 G. H. S. . . . 20—Lake view .... ... 35 Abroad M a r. 1 G. H. S. . . . 26—Lake view .... . . . 81 At Home Mar. s G. 11. S. . . . 13—Rockford .... ... 19 Abroad Mar. 15 G. H. S. . . . 80—Rockford .... . . . 21 At Home Mar. 22 Independents . 51—Coral . . . 24 At Home Mar. 29 Independents . 62—Ithaca . . . 6 At Home Apr. 5 Independents . 55—Coral . . . 42 Abroad PLAYERS Amtz.................................................Forward Livingston...........................................Forward Silverthorne (Captain)........... ...................Center Fisher...............................................Guard Sherwood.............................................Guard Lyndrup..............................................Guard Baseball Summary 1918 As yet we know very little of the work of the baseball team. At the first call for candidates about twenty-five men signed up. With but two weeks of practice, some very good material has been shown, and the prospects look bright for winning the County Championship. The Sheridan High School team has won the trophy for two consecutive years, and our team can be depended on to put up a hard fight to prevent them from winning it the third year, in which case they could keep it permanently. Although the schedule is not entirely planned, our team will meet the following teams in the coming season: SCHEDULE Apr. 24 G. H. S. vs. Coral.......................Abroad Apr. 26 G. H. S. vs. Howard City.................At Home May 3 G. H. S. vs. Sheridan....................At Home May 10 G. H. S. vs. Ionia.......................At Home May 17 G. H. S. vs. Sheridan....................Abroad May 29 G. H. S. vs. Ionia.......................Abroad Page Sixty Girls’ Basket Ball 1918 LINE-UP Mary Emily Ranney.............................Forward Mary Lichtenauer..............................Forward Beatrice Lillie...............................Jumping Center Marion Watson.................................Side Center June Andrews..................................Guard Ed it I) Crawford (Captain)...................Guard Beatrice Roell...............) Gretel Le Valley.............j................Substitutes GAMES Dec. 21 Greenville .... 28—Lakeview..................S Feb. 8 Greenville .... 3(� —Coral....................2 Feb. 21 Greenville .... 10—Lakeview.................20 Mar. 29 Greenville .... 18—Alumni...................21 Total...............8? Total.....................51 Page Sixty-One Page Sixty-Two JOKES rage Sixty-Three A—is for B—is for C- is for I)—is for Yj—is for F—is for G—is for H—is for I—is for J—is for K—is for L—is for M—is for N—is for ()—is for P—is for Q—is for R—is for S—is for T—is for U—is for V—is for W—is for X—is for Y—is for Z—is for Arthur (Pres.), whose habits are bad. Baldy, who cares not for fads. Crawford and her gossiping crew. Dimples (Kmy). just watch what she’ll do. Ernest, our fashion show beauty. Foolishness, which is our duty. Gen, whose singing is clever. Hansen, who hurries? No, never. Irving, he’s full of fun. Jennie, who writes poetry per ton. King, all beaming with sunshine. “Lit,” who thinks principals fine (?) Maude, who likes to chew gum. Noxon, who always is mum. Olsen, and the order she keeps. Pete, with many a leap. queer ones, of whom we have none. running the class and the “mon.” Stafford, the one whom all know. Tollman, and her one only beau. Unity, the name we adore. vanDcinse, whose poetry we long for. Wittkop. who loves to expand. Xylophone, found in a band, you whose names are not here. Zero, when winter is near. F-ierce lessons. L-ate hours. U-nexpected company. N-o lessons. K-nocked out. Mr. Shiglcy: ‘‘You will have to provide more seats.” Mr. Tuck: “No, we’ll have the orchestra play ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ all the time.” Baldy: “All the fellows arc liars but you and me, Churchie.” Church: “Yes, and I have my doubts about you.” Tuck, in oratorical tones: (Announcements to the school) “The freshmen will hold their meeting in the kindergarten room.” “Put your seats on your desks. Now mark around your legs, hard.” Mr. Tuck: “Will the room please stop talking?” Fair but false—a blonde wig. Customer: “Have you ‘Lamb’s Tales?’ Arthur H.: “No, madam, this is a book store, not a meal market.” Emerson T.: “Why are you limping so. Fair?” Silverthorne: “Oh, I sat down on the spur of the moment. Tuck: “Have you taken a shower bath?” Bob: “No, sir. Is there one missing?” Page Sixty-Four CHEMISTRY Oh, Chemistry! Oh, Chemistry! We study you so much ' We love you, too; but Fuller says We’re such a stupid bunch. Perhaps we are, I do not know. But then, before he came, We always had our lessons well, So we are not to blame. He started us in all over again, At the very front of the book. He gave us his very own rules to learn, And oh, the problems we took. He mixed us up when we tried to recite. And when a test we’d write, We had to have the words just so, Or else it wouldn’t be right. He picked out those who’d never flunked, And found their smallest mistakes; And then upon their monthly card, A nice fat P he makes. He told us that an education, As some professor said, Is finding out what you don’t know, Then pounding it into your head. We surely have found what we don’t know. We don’t know very much. But hope when Fuller gets through with us, We’ll be a wiser bunch. Author Unknown. Bowman: “What might spoil a good conversation?’’ Norma L.: “Bashfulness.” Mr. Fuller: “Do you find it hard to meet vour debts?” Bill S.: “No, I meet them everywhere I go.” Litty, Litty, you’ll be singing on the golden shore, For some day what you took for HaO, will be H2SO4. L. Madsen: “How can I nail these boards together?” Mr. VanKammen: “Use your head, Leon, use your head.” Beatrice R.: “Kissing is a conjunction.” Miss M acorn her: “Why?” Beatrice: “It connects two parts of speech.” Lives of Freshmen all remind us, That we once stood in their place, And, departing, left behind us, Greener ones to fill our place. Page Sixty-Five IFS AND ANDS If all the world were Latin books— And all the seas were ink— And all the trees were red stub pens— What do you s’pose I’d think? If all the schools went up in smoke— And all school books went up, too— And all the teachers starved to death What on earth would we do? If Maude Lohr’s nose held still, And didn’t wrinkle so— And Peter Hillman ceased to Hirt What else—I do not know. If Kenneth Thoms should lose his Ford And Mary Lit her smile— And Ernest Fries, his white silk hose. Say! Are they silk, or lisle? If all the girls had no good means With which to curl their hair And Helen Cypher’s eyes “stayed put.’’ Say more? Well, I don’t dare! If vain Miss Andrews e’er lost track Of mirror or powder puff— She and Art Iloell make me think Of Helen and Tom Duff! If Miss Den Adel re-a-lly were dumb— And had to talk with hands— I’m very “shure” we would not know Just what were her demands! If Cecil Tuck, asleep in room I, Would give us just one snore— Then we’d be sad—for after that He’d go to sleep no more. If Tippy Crawford would behave And think less of the boys— And not drive teachers to despair Why, life would lose its joys. If Allen Church should lose his drum. And have to leave the band — And Hob Crawford lose his cornet What will come to this land? As I believe in “Safety First,” I shall not sign my name— Hut ’pologize to those to whom I’ve brought unwonted fame. W. Arntz,: “Sir, your daughter has promised to become my wife.’’ Mr. Rasmussen: “Well, don’t come to me for sympathy You might have known something would happen to you, hanging around here eight nights a week.” Mary v.l).: “Why is physics like love?” “Wig” Gibson: “The lower the gas the higher the pressure. Pete Sherwood was naming the rivers of Greece. Miss Tower: “Where’s that one?” Pete: “In the book!” Pete Hillman: “Did you hear about the tight at the bakery? Art Itocll: “No, what was it?” Pete: “Two stale buns were trying to get fresh.” Donald: “Is Mary Kmily in?” Mrs. Ranney: “She’s engaged now.” Donald: I know it; I’m the one she’s engaged to.” Miss Den Adel: “Give principal parts of fail.” Brick I-’.: Flunk, Hunkers, faculty fire ’em.” “Ye gods and little fishes.”— Seniors and Freshmen. “Here’s to Mr. Shigley, And we hope he lives, F.ven as long As the lessons he gives.” June: “Why do you call the Freshmen real estate?” Helen E.: “Because they are a vacant lot.” Mr. Coats: “So you want to marry mv daughter, do you? Now. what are your prospects?” I.ynes: “Excellent, sir. if you don’t spoil them.” Margaret S.: “My hair will always be red till I die.” Tuck: “What would you do if you had millions?” BillS.: “Nothing.” Pete S.: “How slippery the floor is. Surely it is hard to keep on your feet. Bee I.illie: “Well, really, 1 wouldn’t mind if you did keep off them.” Mary Lit: “Why are you singing?” Tuck: “I am singing to kill time.” Mary: “Proceed; your voice would kill anything.” Mr. Myres: “What is a relief?” (Gong strikes.) Ret.: “There’s one.” 1’age Sixty-Seven BRIGHT LIGHTS ON THE TRIP The trip to Mt. Pleasant made in .January of 1918. A Scenario in thirteen reels of Heal life with a Greenville Basket Ball Team. Scene I—The arrival at the station. Scene II—The game. Scene III—Immediately afterward, all surround Tuck to borrow his eyebrow pencil and powder puff and proceed to “doll up.” Scene IV—The dance. Scene V- The introduction. Scene VI—All happy—dancing and holding pretty hands. Scene VII—The arrival of the chaperone. Scene VIII—Position ! ! ! ! Scene IX—The sad parting. Scene X—All around is heard “You’ll Remember Me,” and Scene XI Messrs. Fisher, Arntz. Silverthorne, Simmons and Livingston promised they would. Scene XII—In the hotel—“I had a peach.” “That tall one was a lemon.” Scene XIII—Sweet dreams. TO THE TEACHER OF CHEMISTRY It is dreadful to read, It is sin to believe In this book. We’ve agreed, Twas but made to deceive. This means water, ’twould seem, Where its author will go, HuO will be steam; Tipped with sulphur, his hand In an oxygen jar, Will illumine the land Like a bright shooti njr Star; And he’ll sit on those same Bunsen burners and fry. While a hydrogen flame Plays a sweet lullaby. “Life is just one d-------- tiling after another.” “Love is two d-------- fools after another.” Bill Wilson: “The girls are much better looking than the men.” Florence S.: “Naturally.” Bill Wilson: “No, artificially.” Ginny (in oratorical tones): “Not only do I think it’s a good thing, but I like the principal of it.” Page Sixty-Eight Page Sixty-Nine Page Seventy THAT FACULTY OF G. H. S. Our Superintendent is a tall man named Shigley, Who doesn’t like folks who are giggly. We would recommend All Freshmen to him, For all they dare do is chew “Wrigley.” Our Seniors are taught by Miss Fish; To make them smart is her wish. No doubt when she’s through, They’ll show what they can do. And be a credit to old Greenville, Mich. Our basketball coach is called Tuck. He fell into the job just by luck. And the coaching he’ll do, As Principal, too— Why, no wonder to the girls he’s a duck. A good story teller is Miss “Van.” She has strange ideas about man. ’T would surprise you, I’m sure. To see her look very demure. .lust imagine that, if you can. Another Miss Fish we have got. Our talking annoys her a lot. She’ll have order, or bust, And obey her we must, For teachers are fierce when they’re hot. Miss Den Adel, she teaches our Dutch, Hut the Germans she does not “luf” much She knows Latin already. Which she teaches real steady. Fit tenet pueros in her clutch. Mr. VanKammen could both saw and toot. Until he left for the Kaiser to shoot. When him next we see, It just seems to me, He’ll be arrayed in a new sailor’s suit. Mr. Myers attends every game, And thinks you should all do the same. If the boj's lose too much, By your not yelling, and such. It’s surely not him you can blame. Page Seventy-One With pencil and paper and rule, We see them all study in school; Bent over their books, With preoccupied looks, For Miss Macomber they know they can’t fool Mrs. Purdy, finest writer on hand, Is surely the best in the land. To teach you the same, Is always her aim, And soon your writing is grand. It fell like the fall of a nation, When Mrs. Scarvel decided to take a vacation. We have a new dame, Miss Eshbaugh by name, W hom we welcome to this congregation. Fuller’s our Chemistry teacher. W'e think he would make a good preacher. When it comes to hot air, He’s got lots—and to spare! ! ! We claim he’s a blamed funny creature. This year has been like a discordant song. So many teachers have come and then gone. First Reid, that old peach, Had to fight, rather than teach, Then Galliver left for no telling how long. And yet, when we think it all over, Fife itself is not a field of sweet clover. We’re lucky, we claim, To have teachers to name, And we’ll class them with men such as Hoover. Arnold H.: “Look, Mildred, did you see her smile at me?’ Mildred: “That’s nothing, the first time I saw you I laughed out loud.’’ Miss Den Adel (calling roll in Latin class): “All who are absent hold up your hands.’’ Mr. Fuller (in barber shop): “I think you have cut my hair before.’’ Albro: “No, I have only been here a year.’ Mr. Tuck: “Mr. Thoms, why were you late for school this morning?” Kenneth: “The bell rang before 1 got here.” Tippy: “Have you ever kissed a girl?” Albro: “Is that an invitation, or are you gathering statistics?” Page Seventy-Two PSALM OF SCHOOL LIFE Blessed is the student that talketh not in the library, nor runneth down the stairs noisily, nor sitteth in the back seat of the scornful, but his delight is in the law of the school, and on his studies doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted on the Superintendent’s lawn, and shall receive “E” grades from the hands of the faculty. He shall speak the tongues of Latin and of French, and his tests shall be clear as the light and his understanding as the noonday. With the staller” it is not so; but he shall be like the “bluffer,” which the faculty “Hunketh” away. Then shall the “staller” be enrolled for another year, and shall not receive his diploma. For the faculty approveth the way of the studious, but the way of the Hunker” shall perish. Did you ever see— A peanut stand? A kitchen sink? A clock run ? An ink stand? A stone step? A sardine box? An apple turn over? A hair dye? A horse fl}- ? A night fall? A sugar bowl? A bed spring? A rail fence? DONTS “Don’t do anything today that you can do tomorrow.” Don’t get your lessons; you’ll surprise the teachers.” “Don’t study; you’ll weaken your brain.’ “Don’t sing in music; it isn’t expected of you.” “Don’t chew gum; it makes the teachers hungry.” “Don't butt in; just stick around when you’re not wanted.” “Don’t do for yourself what others can do for you.” ADVERTISEMENTS Everything for shaving—Cut prices. Brooms and mops—Sweeping reduction. Great mark down in pencils. Slaughter sale in livestock today. Soaps and scrub brushes—Clean-up sale. Big drive in all house furniture. Elephants for sale cheap—A big bargain. For Sale—A nice dog. will eat anything; very fond of children. For Sale—That I)---Chemistry book. Page Seventy-Three HIGH SCHOOL CHORUS The tenors’ notes are sweet and clear, Their singing makes ’em gloat. It is a joy their voice to hear; The trouble is, they sing by ear They cannot read a note. With the soprano nothing’s wrong; They’ll never frown or pout. The difficulty with their song. Their voices are sweet, but are not strong; The others drown them out. The altos’ notes are full and round; We all agree on that. They make a rich, sonorous sound-They have a temper, too. I’ve found And they’re inclined to flat. The bass’ voice in the whole quartette Is like an angel’s call. But Monday morn we’re in a sweat. For fear the scoundrels will forget To come to school at all. Mrs. Scarvel grew weary of her lot. Of all its joys she tired; She let the music go to pot; She’ll join the army and be shot, And lead a heavenly choir. THE CHAPEL OF THE JUNIORS The Juniors thought they were being cute, By coming in with a toot! toot! toot! But they followed the Seniors, who started this thing Of having chapel, and who can sing. The opening was pretty as pretty could be, But Galliver’s drill was funny to see. The money collected helped a good cause, But the Juniors were surely out after applause. We’re no beefers, we want you to heed, But it took the Seniors to take the lead So all hail to the Juniors, and their chapel so flue, But the Seniors sure must be first in the line. Bud: “I)o you know what I am thinking about?’’ Mary Emily: “No, what?’’ Bud: “If I were not in the room your fellow would kiss you.” Mary Emily: “You impudent boy! Leave the room at once.” Page Seventy-Four The faculty gives us thrills and pains when thej say— Mr. Shigley: “Seventy-five pages tomorrow. Miss Fish: “I wish some would get over their baby habits. Mr. Tuck: “What has happened to j’our marks?” Miss Den Adel: “You are out of step.” Miss Macomber: “Where’s your theme?” Miss VanValkenburg: “Stop whispering.” Miss A. Fish: “How do you prepare Oxygen?” Mr. Fuller: “Just Chemistry. Five hours a week, please.” The Janitor: “Get off the grass. Miss Eshbaugh: “Did you baste that?” “Please all start on the first word.” Mr. Myers: “I'd like to see the following people.” Mrs. Purdy: “What’s your excuse?” RESOLVED That I won’t hang around the cloak room any more.—Marjorie Noxcn. That I won’t go near the sewing room. R. Albro. That Margaret is fond of Churches (?) That I will cut humming out,—Baldy. That I will not giggle. -Vera Thompson. That Campbell’s is the place to trade.- V. Newhrough. That the Sigma-Sigma will not run any more bills. That I will be my own boss.—Gen. Jacobs. That Tippy and “Lit” will not meet any more in the rest room. Miss Fish: “Read ‘Long’ on Washington. Church: “How long?” Roy Albro (in Geometry): “I brought along this pair of pinchers, so for once I can get a good hold on this Geometry.” , TEN COMMANDMENTS I— Thou shalt put nothing before thy school work; neither dances, nor movies, nor novels. II— Thou shalt bow down to the faculty, that your marks may be higher. HI—Thou shalt not drop books, or do anything to bother thy teacher. IV— Thou shalt not eat lunches in school. V— Thou shalt not take any name of the faculty in vain VI— Forget the Sabbath. Lie in bed until noon. VII— Thou shalt not hold thy neighbor’s hand. VII—Thou shalt not kill time or flies while in school. IX— Thou shalt not examine the contents of thy neighbors’ desks when they are absent. X— Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s plot analysis, nor character sketches, nor outline, nor anything which is not thine own. Page Seventy-Five A FEW ANSWERS OF SENIORS “Wind is air in a hurry.” “Shadows are rays of darkness.” “A monk is an educated monkey.” “Queen Elizabeth, tall and thin, was a stout Protestant.” “Lincoln wrote the address while riding from Washington to Gettysburg on the back of an envelope.” WANTED A referee to decide the “controversy” between Tippy and young Feulass (Lakeview). A good cook.—Tuck. How to play hookey without being caught.—Baldy. A man.—Margaret Stafford. A wife.—Bill Stafford. A basketball team.—Mr. Shigley. A remedy for biting finger nails.—Bones More deviltry to get into.—Arnold Hansen. Good positions.—Seniors. A sleigh ride.—Friend “Lit” (?). Marion to Ginnie: “I)o you think Uncle Harold and Grandfather Cecil will take us to the show tonight?” Baldy (In Chemistry): “Mr. Fuller, how do you want that second question answered ?” Mr. Fuller: “Correctly.” Page Seventy-Six A Straight Tip OU will spend your time profitably if you read in full all of the advertising announcements printed on the pages that follow. Every house is of known standing and reliability and believes in the best of advertising ethics and is an advocate of publicity. “The Hi-Life” respectfully bespeaks for them the continued confidence of the community. Page Seventy-Seven GREENVILLE HIGH SCHOOL Js EVER before were the opportunities so great for “ prepared ” young men and women as today. Never before did the future offer so many and so varied lines of profitable advance- The educational institutions of Europe are either destroyed or empty; the schools and colleges of America have greatly decreased enrollment. Our trained men are in the war. Some one must take their places. You, young men and women, must sieze this unequalled chance. The country needs your trained services; you owe to yourselves the security and satisfaction that comes to a worker with a trained mind. A high school education is the first requisite to this training. The Greenville High School prepares you for college entrance, for practical business experience, agriculture, etc. The various high school activities in music, athletics, public speaking, opportunities for dramatic work, etc., supplement the regular academic training. ARTHUR R. SHIGLEY Superintendent C. V. COATS Secretary Half-Sole Your Worn Tires Don’t throw them away— the sidewalls are still firm, the beads are strong, and the fabric is in.good condition GATES TIRES Reg U5 Pat Office are absolutely guaranteed to give you at least 3,.' 00 miles of puncture-proof service and most users average 5.000 to 10,000 miles Built like new tires, guaranteed just the same, wear even better and cost one-half less. Come in and see them test the rubber and examine the construction -• then decide for yourself International Rubber Sales Co. A. P. Steffensen HARDWARE GREENVILLE. MICH DELCO-LIGHT CASH and CARRY Go to Hansen’s for your Groceries Peter Hansen CAMPBELL SUGAR BOWL The Home of Fresh CANDIES FRUITS LUNCHES WE CATER TO LODGES, CHURCHES AND PARTIES Page Seventy-Nine Furniture of Distinction” It has always been our aim to keep abreast of the times in everything that pertains to furniture. The latest in designs, goods and finishes for every room in the house can be found at our store. This is the home of the Brunswick Phonograph, “The Master Machine.” Miller Harris Furniture Co. Furniture and Undertaking Competent performance, unusual gasoline and tire mileage, and marked freedom from repair are common characteristics of all Dodge Brothers Motor Cars. They are the result of strength added to lightness, and balance added to both. Dodge Brothers MOTOR CAR TOM WATSON Western State Normal School Kalamazoo, Michigan Summer Term: June 24 to August 2 The Life Certificate may be earned in two years. This certificate is valid in more than 20 states. Graduates in great demand. Alumni now teaching in 31 states. The Normal now offers a four-year course leading to the A. B. degree in addition to two-year and three-year life certificate courses. The graded certificate may be earned by a high school graduate in one year and one summer term. Valid for three years. Special preparation is given in the summer term for those planning to take August teachers’ examinations. Kalamazoo affords ample opportunity for remunerative employment for students desiring to assist themselves. Expenses moderate. For bulletins and details of information address DWIGHT B. WALDO, President Kalamazoo Fall term will open September 30, 1918 To the Class of 1918, MAY YOU BE PRIVILEGED IN EVEN GREATER MEASURE TO DO YOUR PART IN MAKING THIS WORLD SAFE FOR DEMOCRACY. REED - TANDLER COMPANY PHOTOGRAPHERS - ENGRAVERS - PRINTERS GRAND RAPIDS - MICHIGAN ENGRAVING AND PRINTING OF HI-LIFE BY REED-TANDLER COMPANY Page Eighty-One Our full line of Cloth Craft Suits are here for Spring and Summer Also a fine line of Furnishing Goods HATS CAPS NECKWEAR AND CROSSETS SHOES J. C. RENSMAN THE CLOTHIER” J. A. Church PLUMBING A - N --- D HEATING Agent for the celebrated WEIR AND LAUREL ONE REGISTER FURNACE Workmanship “The Best’’ Guaranteed Let us figure on your heating and plumbing J. L. KRAFT Grocery Use RO-VAC-CO COFFEE and PLEASANT VALLEY TEA THE WORLD’S BEST PIANOS Player Pianos Victrolas and Records EVERYTHING IN MUSIC C. R. Kirkbride Page Eighty-Two Greenville Hardware Co. Monitor Caloric Furnaces Round Oak Heaters and Ranges Paters Bros. “H-2” Paints Shelf Hardware Furniture Crockery China Glassware The “Best” in All Lines Keller Rickards FINE CONFECTIONS HOT LUNCHES FANCY BRICK ICE CREAM TOBACCOS and CIGARS Phone 185 Greenville Steam Laundry GOOD WORK PROMPT SERVICE All the Year Around Citz. Phone 159 The wagon is always at your command A. E. PRESTON. Prop. James Gracey EVERY KIND OF INSURANCE And the Best of Every Kind 325 S. LAFAYETTE ST. Page Eighty-Three REO LIGHT FOUR GREENVILLE DRY GOODS CO. ----------YiXELS........... Tke New Spring Goats $19.50 $22.50 $32.50 Long, graceful lines — rather emphasized by the patch pockets and other trimming effects — are the dominant thing about these outer garments. They are fashioned of Silvertone, Crystal Cloth, Velours, Gabardines, Serges and other good fabrics, in all the most favored colors. GREENVILLE DRY GOODS CO. ----------FIXELS------------ Page Eighty-Four Feldt Skroder The Home of Hart Schaffners Marxs Clothing and Gents’ Furnishings The Cigar Store BOX CANDIES Gilberts Cream Brazils Bunties Happy Home Martha Washington Creams CIGARS PIPES MAGAZINES Vernors Ginger Ale on draft L. H. Roneigk Co. Help yourself by Helping your country by Buying a Liberty Bond By opening a Saving Account With the Greenville State Bank Interest paid on deposits Page Eighty-Five COMPLIMENTS Grinnell Bros. PIANO PARLORS OF GEO. BALDWIN BARBER Pianos and Players We also rent pianos 319 W. CASS ST. GREENVILLE, MICH. Citz. Phone 114-2R The R. J. Tower Electric Co. IT’S NO SECRET Everybody knows that you can get the BEST MEALS and LUNCHES at PALACE CAFE Page Eighty-Six WINTER INN “THE HOUSE OF QUALITY” They say there’s no place like home — have you tried the Winter Inn? All rooms with hot and cold running water 8 Rooms with Bath 4 Rooms with Showers W. H. MILLS, Prop. ISAAC KIPP CO. Roy Van Wormer GROCER Page Eighty-Seven Be Thrifty Save money on every purchase by trading at the Celrite Strictly Cash Grocery Greenville’s Most Up-to-date Grocery Clean Groceries Clean Store GREENVILLE, MICH. BELDING, MICH. J. DE VLIGER , SON Cirkut Work Viewing Amateur Finishing B. C. TUTTLE THE CLASS PHOTOGRAPHER QUALITY Photographs Greenville Michigan Save and Invest “Correct Garments for Men” in the “PRENTICE” Safest TAILORED Simplest CLOTHES Security Means Buy Distinction and Individuality WAR SAVING STAMPS DRY CLEANING Jan. 1,1918 Jan. 1, 1923 PRESSING $4.12 $5.00 REPAIRING Page Eighty-Eight ASK FOR FANCY PASTRIES GO TO and ALL KINDS OF AHLSTRAND’S BREAD FOR YOUR GROCERIES Special orders will be accepted from Quality Bakery Becker’s Bakery Silver Family Theatre Belknap Lumber GREENVILLE, MICH. Company Silver Family Orchestra and all Feature Programs Artcraft, Goldwyn, Metro, Paramount, Triangle, World Pathe Lumber, Lath, Shingles, Builders’ Hardware, Paints and Building Material of All Kinds Always a Good and Clean Show GREENVILLE, MICHIGAN Page Kighty-Nine Central Michigan Normal School MOUNT PLEASANT. MICHIGAN A thoroughly progressive institution for the training of teachers. Summer Term J une 24 to August 2 Fall Term of ens September 30,1918 Your country is calling you to take your place in its GREAT ARMY OF EDUCATION. The DEMAND for Central Normal graduates is far greater than the supply. For information, write to E. C. WARRINER. F. S. PIERCE. President Secretary-Registrar The County Young Men’s Christian Association has evolved a policy that is applicable to the town, village and rural community. It uses resident forces, makes its appeal on the basis of service, cooperates with existing agencies and develops the individual thru definite tasks and group service. Page Ninety A GOOD BANK IN WHICH TO HAVE YOUR ACCOUNT Commercial State Savings Bank GREENVILLE, MICHIGAN Capital Stock - - - $25,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits 40,339.32 Deposits .... 703,500.00 Officers FRED E. RANNEY, President CHARLES M. MILLER, Vice President ERNEST A. KEMP, Vice President CLAUDE V. COATS, Cashier Directors FRED E. RANNEY CHARLES M. MILLER ERNEST A. KEMP RUFUS F. SPRAGUE GEORGE C. BOWER CHARLES H. WELLS CLAUDE V. COATS WELLINGTON G. CLARK Page Ninety-One In Memoriam 'l 'HE Senior Class extends its sincere sympathy for the grief of Mable and Mildred Phelps at the sudden death of their brother Orin Phelps, a gentlemanly and promising young member of the Freshman Class. ' I 'HE Class of ’18 extends its deepest sympathy to the parents of Miss Helen Hansen. Helen Hansen was one of our brightest students. She was very popular and is greatly missed. Page Ninety-Two Autographs Page Ninety-Three Tfitiis Page Ninety-Four