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

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NINETEEN-NINETEEN HI-LIFE — G. H. S. Class History ’19 In the first part of September, In the month of many colors, Of the year of nineteen-fifteen Gathered all our clan together; Came from Northland, came from Southland, Came from East and West uniting; Formed the class of nineteen-nineteen. The class which fought and won its battles, Justice Seeking, only justice. Broke the trail and made it clearer For the tribes which are to follow, Ascended upward, slowly upward Through the four long years of High School, Ever struggling, never faltering, ’Till they reached the goal before them. Now about this class I’ll tell you, As it was to me unfolded, By the scribe who knows of all things, All our trials and our victories Even of our mischief making. In the month of autumn splendor Of our Freshman year at High School, Looked we all with awe and wonder On the teachers grim and silent, Who with mystic signs and symbols Taught us how with life to battle. Soon we started out in earnest Both in work and recreation. First we Freshmen in a flag-rush, From the Soph’s a victory gained. Then uniting with the Sophomores Gave we next a party jolly; Dressed in masks and costumes gay, Played and danced, became acquainted; But our work was not neglected. Day by day our knowledge grew, And with help of our good teachers Soon were we no longer Freshmen. But ere we from school departed, Had a picnic by the water, Near the wild-flowers, woods, and water. Then again in Autum coming, Took we up our Sophomore duties. Page Twenty

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H I - L I F E G. H. S. NINETEEN-NINETEEN LYLE VAN DUSEN “Quiet and yet jolly, What a happy combination.” Chorus. RUTH WOLKOW “If she will, she will, and if she won't she won’t and that is the end of it.” Chorus. Basketball ’19. MARION WATSON “I might be better if I would. But it’s awfully lonesome being good.” Basketball ’17-19, (Capt.) ’19. Athletic Editor. Most Popular Girl in Senior Class. Page Nineteen

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H I - L I F E G. H. S. NINETEEN-NINETEEN Looked we now upon the Freshmen With a condescending gaze; But with them we gave a party, Games and dancing, masquerade. There we are and played together All made merry, all were happy, For we did not know what care was. Even the mischievous Juniors Cutting wires our room to darken, Did but make our spirits lighter. Now we studied, not as Freshmen But with higher aims and fancies, Sometimes working, (sometimes bluffing) Passed exams and were advanced. Then we had another picnic, Merry picnic near Lake Baldwin, And for just a short vacation Left the dear old Greenville High School. In this Autumn of our school course Did we turn to things more sober, Studied harder, worked for High School, Helped to make a name for High School, Did our share for Y and Red Cross: Selling Thrift Stamps were our leaders. Some of us were master craftsmen, Putting cheese upon the steam-pipes. Rubbed them well with strong Limburger. Formed that noted organization “Royal Order of Janitors” called. Now about our Hallowe’en party, Junior Senior Hallowe’en party, Best in High School held in ages. “Devil’s Den” we’ll long remember, Where we felt a dead man’s body. Also there was fortune telling, Good refreshments, games and dancing. Then in Spring when flowers were blooming, To a party on the lake shore; By the flashing big sea-water Went we on a happy journey. There we ate while the bright Sun-god Drove his chariot down the heavens, Drove toward Mudjekewis sinking, Toward the West with flying footsteps. There we danced and had a good time, Came we home with heavy footsteps. Now exams, and oh, that Chemistry! Pag® Twenty-one