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

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NINETEEN-NINETEEN HI-LIFE — G. H. S. But we did survive them, somehow; Left but to return as Seniors. In our Senior Year the number Of our clan had smaller dwindled ; But we strove on ever valiantly, Strove to keep our name untarnished, Took up more responsibility, Did our best for G. H. S. Then we had a victory party, Junior Senior victory party, Peace had come and we were happy, All rejoiced that war had ceased. We were always represented On the teams that had good standing Base ball, foot ball, basket ball teams, Of the team that in debating Won much praise for Greenville High School, Two were from our number chosen. And they raised the teams up higher By the work they there accomplished. Now we close with flying colors. High School life with fellow students, And we leave it with a feeling That we’ve done our best for High School. GRETEL LE VALLEY ’19. P.-igc Twenty two

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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

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G. H. S. NINETEEN-NINETEEN HI-LIFE — Class Prophecy) ’19 One day as I roamed thru the forest I came to a scraggy oak tree And bushes, all forming a deep recess The abode of the weird sisters three. In the center there rested a cauldron With things that might well cause alarm, And around it the witches were dancing, Chanting a wonderful charm. “Please tell me, oh sisters prophetic— Quick open your lips and foretell The destinies of my companions Who now in this High School dwell.” Then smoke rose in wreaths from the vessel. And I shuddered with inward fear As in slow and hissing accents Came the words I longed to hear. “Fair maid, in reply to your query, The state of your comrades we’ll show In the year nineteen hundred and thirty Then out of the realm you must go. Helen .Emery a cross old spinster is, Who’s been disappointed in love. Leo Nickerson, that famous surveyor, Around the world does rove. The humorist, Mr. Kent Slawson, Is very well known through the town. Miss Cyphers, as great as was Milton, Is wearing her laureate crown. Gretel Le Valley, the popular novelist, Will publish a book very soon, With the odd and striking title, “My Visit to the Moon”. M. Kopanska, the songstress so gifted, In a land across the foam. Is noted for her rendering Of dear old “Home, Sweet Home”. As speaker in various club roms, Mildred Sagendcrf’s fame has been spread ; To the heathen in Japan and China A small Christian band has been led— Florence Munson is the leader, She willing left her home. Life’s wicked pathways shunning, Ethel Soveriegn lives alone. Page Twenty-three