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

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1924 volume:

A GREENVILLE HIGH SCHOOL PUBLICATION SPONSORED BY THE CLASS OF ’24 A Flying Start Into 1924 That’s what you make when vou open a savings account in this bank today—a flying start toward success in your endeavors after finishing school. An aeroplane that doesn’t keep going ahead falls to the ground. The same with a savings account. Make your deposits—small ones perhaps—and you’ll reach the goal of independence. Greenville National Bank 4 per cent Paid on Deposits Greenville High School HOARD OF EDUCATION’ C. V. COATS S. T. METZGER, Secretary Treasurer R. A. BROWN F. A. JOHNSON 7 rustee Trustee W. R. BOOKER Superintendent E. W. RANNEY President Page Three TT5T M ‘rara Jj Hz Vol. VI GREENVILLE, MICHIGAN Juno 1924 Published by the members of the Senior Class of Greenville Ilieb School GLEN EAGER El X. Editor-in-L hief LAWRENCE WEEKS, DEMPSTER YINGER. Business Manaqer WILFRED BROWN Assistant Business Manager . idvertisinq and Sales Manager NELS SORENSEN. . Issistant Advertising and Sales Manager RUTH BOWER. Literary LOIS BOWER. Jokes ASSOCIATE EDITORS LLOYD COOPER. MARGARET KING. Art Snaps KATHLEEN HATCH. Society HOWARD OLSEN. Athletics JOHN SIEFEN, Photos Foreword We, the class of Jf. in presenting this, the sixth annual of Greenville High School, have tried to preserve the ideals molded by previous Senior Classes. May this forever remind us of the joyful and profitable days zee have spent in High School. CONTENTS Staff Dedication Faculty Senior Junior Sophomore Freshmen Organisations Athletics Literary Society Jokes Pane Four THE STAFF HOWARD OLSEN' Athletic Editor MARGARET KING Snap Editor GLENN YV. FAGERLIN Editor-in-Chief LOIS BOVVER Joke Editor LLOYD COOPER Art Editor KATHLEEN HATCH Society Editor JOHN SIEFEN Photo Editor LAWRENCE WEEKS Business Manaqer DEMPSTER YINGER A dr. and Sales Manaqer RUTH BOWER Literary Editor Page Five DEDICATION I o the faculty of Greenville High School, who have been a continual source of helpful advice and influence to us throughout our high school career, who have so 'willingly helped us in all non-currieular activities, and who have deeply inspired us to meet straight forwardly and honestly whatever the future may have in store for us, we, the class of (;-? , dedicate this annual. Pace Six FACULTY Pase Seven THOMAS A. VROEGINDEWEY. A. B. There is no such word as fail.” y , Physical Education, History. Economics LEE I). NICHOLAS . A clear conscience is a sure card.” Industrial Art WILLIAM R. BOOKER. A. B. He knows whatever is to be known.” Superintendent FLOYD G. SLENTZ. A. B. Principle—principal—is ever my motto.” Principal Financial Advisor. Hi-Life of ’24 jTA MARY E. FISH. B. L. ‘ What she units to do or says is 'wisest, most discreet and best.” Literature, History. Language HARRIET E. MACOMBER. Central Normal High School Life. Exhartstinq thought and thing wisdom, 7(nth each studious moment.” English, Literature Literary Advisor, Hi-Life of 24 Page Eight GENEVA D. NULL, P . Sc. quiet, fair haired lady whose way is steadfast kept from day to day.” Domestic Science HAZEL . PL RDY, Commercial Blessed with plain reason and common sense.” Commercial GLADYS M. FORK EIDER With happy youth and work content so szvectly and stately on she went.” Physical Education LESLIE I. HALE. Commercial . I good heart is better than all the heads in the world.” Commercial VICTOR I. YVHITTEMORE. I!. Sc. ll’ords of learned length and thundering sound amazed the gazing rustics ranged around.” Science, Agriculture Debating Coach BEULAH L. WARNER. A. B. ”Of manners gentle, of affection mild.” English and Histoi'y Page Nine —I W v CHARLOTTE E. FORD. A. B. Our own little Irish colleen. Language WILHELM ENA S. HUIZINGA. A. B. Fun did you saw' She'll be riqht thereI She's a real lire wire for fair. Mathematics ELSIE E. PATTON, A. B. ‘‘Diligent early and late. Science. Mathematics S. ALICE FULLER A’ever idle a moment but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Librarian Paso Ten SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS LYLE PRICE, I‘resident WALLACE ST EI • F E X S E X. Vice President KATHRYN' Mel XT ARE, Secretary and Treasurer CLASS COL )RS Red and White CLASS MOTTO The door to success is labeled—PUSH. CLASS POEM Our high school days zcill soon be ended. And our ways nil I soon be bended On the pathway of our fortunes. Some of us may be gold seekers. Some of us may be great speakers. But though our tires be long and winding Something will always be reminding Us of four of our happiest years. Then we will be proud that we too Did the things all senior classes do. —Katlirvn McIntyre. '21. Pase Twelve ARBOGAST. ROliF.RT “A thinu—hoy—of beauty is a joy forever. Debating:, ’24 Manager Students’ Council Handsomest bov Track. ’22-’23-’24 MOWER, RUTH So sprite!v and small; first in the hearts of her friends. Literary Editor, Hi-Life Class Baby Quaitet BARNARD, MARY Toiling, working, never shirking. BOWMAN. LUCILE “She wears a smile which no cloud can over cast. Most Popular Girl BOWER. WILLIAM ‘‘He that loves and laughs sure docs well. BOWER. LOIS “A young and quiet maid, was she. Model Girl Joke Editor. Hi-Life Quartet Page Thirteen BROWN, HERBERT “Bashfulness is an ornament to youths.” BIGLER.' LESLIE “Woman delights not me.” COOPER. LLOYD “.-Imbitious at times.” Vice-President. ’21 Football. ’22-’23 Basketball. ’22-’23-’24 Track. ’22-’23. Capt. ’24 Art Editor, Hi-Life Wittiest Senior G'ee Club CLARK, ETHEL ‘ Dignified, vet gentle in her 7vays.” Most Dignified Senior CHANDLER, MARIAN Jolly is she. and a bright girl too.” Quartet Debate, ’23 CAS WE RAYMOND “Wisely and slowly, they hurry. stumble that Football. ’22 Baseball. ’22-’23-’24 Paste Fourteen DARNELL. DONALD “To be. or not to be. that's the Question. EURICH. VIOLET “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. EAGER!,IN. GLENN “He was a scholar and a riqht qood one too.” Debate. ’24 Editor-in-Chief. Hi-Life Class Shark GREENE. LEON “ I hen he will talk—Ye qods. how he will talk. Debate. ’23-’24 President of Students’ Council. ’24 Model Boy Manager Athletic Association. ’23 HATCH. KATHLEEN Lore is better than fame. Best Dancer Best Looking Girl Society Editor, Hi-Life HANSEN. RLT.Y “Gifted with a smilinq disposition. Pjure Fifteen INGLES, CARROLI Better a little itiitn for a friend than a great man for a foe. JORGENSEN, ALTON ‘‘Take him as von find hint, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest feVoxv,• with no nonsense about him. Class President, ’23 KING, MARGARET “An earnest smile and dimples deep. Class Historian. '24 Snap Editor, Hi-Life LYNDRUP. ELLEN “I talked you deaf and 'II talk you blind: and then, of course, you'll never mind.” ' � A J 1 LEAK. LOLA Speech is sihrr, silence is golden.” Basketball, ’23-’24 MORAN. LUELLA “Where no fault is there needs no pardon.” Pasre Sixteen MOUNT, LUELLA “Happy I am, from care I'm free; Why can't they all be contented like me.” MADSEN. MAURICE “If fame comes after death, I'm in no hurry for it.” MOUNT. AGATHA “And welcome wheresoe'er she went; a calm and ( radons element.'' McIntyre, kathryn For she's a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny;” Debate, ’23-’24 Secretary and Treasurer ’21-’22-’23-’24 Class Flirt MILLER. LESTER “Don't tease him, he'll choke with embarrassment.” Football. ’23 NELSON, HOWARD “Yet evcrywhile he hath a smile to qivc ye handsome girls.” Orchestra Fast Seventeen NELSON, HARRY “No cupid's dart e'er pierced his heart.” OLSEN. HOWARD “Our Spartan Captain, known by all.” Footba’l. ’21. ’22. ’23 Basketball. ’22. ’23. ’24 Baseball. ’23-’24 Most Popular Bov PRTCE. LYLE “Be gone, Dull Care, you and I will never agree.” Basketball. ’23-’24 Football. ’22-’23 Baseball. ’22,-’23-.24 Class Athlete R EYNOLDS. GEORGIA “It is worth a thousand pounds a year to have the habit of looking on the bright side of things. Basketball. ’22-’24 Class Athlete SCOTT. CECIL “Blessings on thee, little man. SIEFEN, JOHN “I’m for peace and quiet, I am.” Photo Editor, Hi-Life Class Pest Page Eighteen SMITH. EDITH ROSEMARY “ never hurt a mouse or hilled a fly; I trapped on a worm once, and wept for it. Sec’v and Treas. of Students’ Council Class Secretary and Treasurer. ’20 Debate. ’23 Classiest Girl STEFFEXSEX, WALLACE Reckless youth makes rueful age Vice-President. ’24 Cheer Leader Classiest Bov STOCK FORI), DORIS “If she will, she will, and if she 'won't, she won t, and that's the end of it.” TERRY. IRMA “Oh, I should worry; it all comes in a lifetime anyway; it is to put off until tomorrow what I ought to do today. TREAT. ETHELYX “To be womanly is the greatest charm of a woman. WALKER. HELEX “If she makes up her mind to do a thing, she does it. Teachers’ Pet WEEKS, LAWRENCE have no secret of success but hard ivork. Business Manager, Hi-Life. ’24 Glee Club Football. ’22. ’23 Basketball. ’22-’23 Track. ’23-’24 WOLFER. MARJORIE “Our happy-go-lucky, innocent girl with smiling face and shining curls.’' WOOD.' CARRIE “Site's Oh! so quiet, and seems to shy. But wait till she graduates, then see her,, she'll fly.” Orchestra WITTKOPP. DOROTHY “Let thy striving be with loving, Let thy life consist in deeds.” WRIGHT. DORIS “A cheerful spirit sweetens toil.” 1 YINGER. DEMPSTER “A story goes further than an argument and a joke captures more than a speech.” Adv. and Sales Manager, Hi-Life Debate. ’24 Baseball. ’23-’24 Page Twenty Perseverance Steer your course with steadfast sureness. Ever looking for the best; Keep the narrow path before you, With true courage meet each test. To accomplish without trying, Should not ever be your hope. For success takes every effort. Those there are whom you must cope. For each one a place is waiting. In this ivorld so harsh and wide; Failure, if it be accepted Means to be swept with the tide. ■ Choose a motto and so keep it That its guidance will be sure To ordain a certain future. Win the end by what is pure. —Norman Yerk.es, ’25. As I sit here building castles in the air for the future, my mind wanders back to a morning in September in one thousand nine hundred and twenty, when a group of awkward children with a where-do-ws-go expression on their faces, wandered around dear old G. H. S. Yes. you're right: we were Freshmen. We soon grew accustomed to our places, however, and started on our career by having a regular class meeting and electing June Ranney as best suited to guide our wobbling footsteps for that year. Our first venture into the social world was the Freshman-Sophomore party in November, which left nothing to be desired1. The “kiddies. as our superior beings called us, impersonated the faculty, revealing many unknown things to them. Our baby year was completed by a picnic at Baldwin Lake when we all felt rather dignified to think we would soon be Sophomores. We started our second year by trying to prove to our insignificant friends ( ?) the Freshmen, that we were real Sophomores in spirit as well as in activities. That tear we chose Basil Byrne as our class president. The annual Freshman-Sophomore party in December certainly was a success from the beginning to the end. The Sophomores showed their generosity by allowing the Freshmen to exhibit their skill in the way of entertainment. The vaudeville that evening was greeted by shouts of laughter from everybody, as something new and original. Before school closed we proved to the Freshmen that they had at last won our staunch friendship and we buried the hatchet by having the usual Freshman-Sophomore picnic on June 10 at Osmun's pavilion. When we came back in September we were a little more serious and willing to work harder; for wasn't that goal just around the next bend for which we had been working since our kindergarten days? Perhaps we realized that the happiest four years of our lives were half gone and that we still had a lot to accomplish. For our president we elected Ole Olsen, along with other capable class officers. In order to start the social ball rolling, the Juniors and Seniors decided to have a masquerade in November. Did we have a good time? Ask anyone who was there and hear the enthusiastic answer. We continued on our way as Juniors, happy in doing the best work possible. We closed the school year by a Junior-Senior picnic at Baldwin Lake. We were all elated by the thought that we would soon be SENIORS. With a jerk my mind comes back to the present and I realize that we have at last entered that year of all years. That goal is at last in sight for which we have been striving so long and faithfully. We elected Lyle Price for our class president along with our old stand-by. Kathryn McIntyre, as secretary-treasurer, who has held the same office during the four years. In order to start this glorious vear successfully the Juniors and Seniors held their annual party in December. Perhaps the number was not as large as it should have been but what was lacking in quantity was made up in quality. Everyone is working hard on the Annual to make it a bigger and better success than ever before. Now. as we pass out of the doors of dear old G. II. S. for the last time, as nearly one thousand have passed before us. kt us take the advice of Philip Brooks, who said. The old year is fast slipping back behind us. We cannot stav it if we would. We must go on and leave our past. Let us go forth nobly-. Let us go as those whom greater thoughts and greater deeds await beyond. —Margaret King. '24. PiiKf Twenty-two Greenville, Michigan, June 20. 1934. My dear Sister Fitz— It has just happened that within the last two weeks, I have either seen, talked to, or heard about, every member of our old high school senior class and I thought perhaps you would like to know what they are all doing. Probably you know the fates of some of the folks, but I am going to tell you about a'l of them just the same. First, to start things off with a bang! Robert Arbogast, the well known movie actor, came bo the Alumni banquet last week. I actually talked with him. He is really quite handsome and just a trifle flirty. Not so with his cld friend Leon Greene. He is the most dignified person possible. Congressman Greene I’d have you to know. Edith Smith was the dearest thing you ever saw. She owns a designing and costuming shop in New York and, honestly, her clothes are a dream. We surely hit the nail on the head when we chose her our classiest girl. Oh, say! you remember about Ole and Konnie getting married. It just happened that the banquet came on the same date as their first wedding anniversaiy. So you see we had two important events to celebrate. I saw Ruth Bower not long ago. She is traveling with a sort of carnival as a gipsy fortune teller. You know she used to be always telling us what we were going to do. I hope all the things she says aren’t going to happen, but she makes a good 'ooking fortune teller anyway. Lcis is somewhere in the East posing for some great artist. She was such a model girl even when she went to school. I suppose I might as well get all the Bowers off my mind and tell you about Bill. Of course he is still a farmer but he came to the banquet in a brand new Hudson car. I simp’y had to ask him where his Ford was, and he said he had sold it for junk. I told him I would have kept it as a relic of past happy hours. Dempster Yinger is ushering at Powers’ theater now, so Clement told me not long ago. Maurice Madsen is there, too. He is a street car conductor. That is almost as good a job as Donald Darnell has. He is chief of police in Detroit. I could have imagined all sorts cf futures for Donald but never that. He must have improved since his high school days. Georgia Reynolds is quite happily married and living somewhere in California. I saw her husband once. He is a real short, fat fellow with very blond hair; rather a contrast to her dark hair and eyes. Helen Walker came to the banquet. I hardly knew what to say to her. Goodness, she is a regular lady politician. I thanked my lucky stars I had read her latest book, “Woman Superior to Man in Politics;” that furnished some material for conversation. Carrie Wood, another of our ambitious girls, is new a ful'-fledged attorney-at-law. She appears as well informed and learned as Helen. I saw Agatha Mount the other day. I was talking with her quite a while. She has bought out Capt Billey and is now editor of Whiz Bang. Quite a future is in store for her; but she says she is going to try and improve the book if possible. Luella has a somewhat different occupation. She is nursing wounded chickens. You know she always wanted to be a nurse. But, say, sister dear, I had quite the surprise of my life Saturday night. We were driving around, with nothing in particular to do, and I suggested driving to Lincoln Lake. I knew they were having dances there; but I didn’t know that Lawrence Weeks was manager there this year. We were all perfectly dumbfounded. Lawrence was such a quiet stay-at-home boy. Wallace Steffensen was dancing circles around everyone. He is a dancing teacher now and all the gir's are crazy about him. Ellen Lyndrup came to the banquet, but strange to say she didn’t look at any of our tongues or examine our eyes; in fact I think she forgot for once that she was county Red Cross nurse. P.ure Twenty-three It seems so funny to think of you in Germany, Ruth. Of course I knew you wanted to be a reporter but I never thought of you as newspaper correspondent in Europe. I wouldn’t mind being your traveling companion if only I could'. Wouldn’t we have heaps of fun though ? Guess I might as well continue with my story and tell you that Lloyd Cooper is playing with the “New York Giants.” They say his red hair is a regular inspiration. I am sure I wrote you once before that Irma Terry owns a dairy farm now. She runs it all herself, too. That is a job I wouldn’t like—I’m too scared of cows. Of course she just runs the farm and doesn’t necessarily have to get very near the stock unless she wants to. Several of the old fellows have gone into business right here in our own little city. Harry Nelson has a complete monopoly of the delivery business. Like father, like son, you know. Carrol Ingles has bought the Palace of Sweets and Cecil Scott now owns a grocery store all by himse f. Lyle Price has certainly started a money making proposition. He is manufacturing a freckle cream. You remen ber how he wras always trying new remedies for freckles? Well, it seems that at last he has discovered the right treatment. The cream really does do wonders after anyone uses it for those horrid little brown sipecks, for after a while they find out what nice stuff it is for every single little freckle will have gone somewhere to play hide-and-go-seek with the larger ones. Lyle is quite secretive about his1 formula; he won’t tell a single person how he found out about it or how he makes it or anything. John Siefen, another of our clever boys, is slowly but surely making a name for himself. He has already made one invention that the world is beginning to talk of. It seems that he was experimenting one evening and chanced upon a device which puts to use the sparks made in the back seats of cars. Sounds impossible, doesn’t it? He is talking of bui’ding a laboratory here, but the authorities don’t want him to build inside of the city limits for fear that something will blow up and set other buildings on fire or knock them down or destroy them in someway. John declares it would be perfectly safe and that he doesn’t want to live in the country. So they are having quite an argument. I’m sort of in favor of John and I hope he wins out. Oh, say, Miss Fitzsimons, you needn’t feel quite so smart about being in Europe; we have a friend in Asia. Doris Stockford is in China doing missionary work. She says she is in love with her work. Quite an exception to most of us, isn’t she? Just the samey, I’ll bet it would be fun teaching 'ittle Chinese kids their A, B. C’s. Herbert Brown has a new job. He has accepted the position of salesman for Rolls-Royce cars at Cook’s Corners. It is said the cars are in great demand. And before I forget it, Ethel Clark, our most dignified Senior, is now a Secret Service Woman. I was talking to her the other day. It just happened that I met her on the street and she quite confidentially told me that she was trailing a very famous criminal. Mustn’t it be just great to go round appearing so innocent and unconcerned when all the time you are trying to find out things about other people? Not long ago, in one of your letters, you asked me about Doris Wright, and I have never told you. She is in Detroit giving music lessons and entertaining. Doris always did have so many admirers. I was jollying her about it the other night at the banquet but she took me seriously, and said in the most pathetic voice imaginable, that she hadn’t decided which one she would accept yet, and that perhaps it would be best to be an old maid. Dorothy Wittkopp’s engagement was announced about a week ago. They had to wait until Kent was through college. Here’s hoping they don’t have as many squabbles when they are married as they did when they were in High Schoo’. By the way, if you care for a shampoo, fashionable “do-uip,'’ or a marcelle or round curl, call at Marjorie Wolfer’s hair dressing parlors. She is becoming a regular authority on the care of the hair. She has written several pamphlets about it. Mary Barnard is in the East going to school. She is learning to be a first-class lady doctor; and, oh yes, Luel'a Moran is in the very far east looking for pre-historic ruins. She went on an exploring expedition. I’ve often thought that it would be fun to do something like that. There is just one more enterprise here in Greenville that one of the class of 1924 has decided to improve, and that is the Daily Call. Glenn Fagerlin is now Editor, but there are just as many ads and not a bit more news than ever. And so you see they are all doing their ipart in making the world go ’round. And right now the only thing I wish is that I were where you are tonight so that I might talk to you instead of writing until my arm is cramped. Mercy, Mercy! I almost forgot; Marian Chandler left about a week ago on her honeymoon. Now that is going to be all, because my supply of knowledge has sadly dwindled. With heaps of love and friendship to you and every member of my graduating class. —Kathryn E. McIntyre, '24. Pago Twenty-tour Wc. the class of 24; Better than any class before. Pass on anil leave to those left behind A bit of our talent and richness of mind— We hope you'll use it. We, the class of 1924, pausing before stepping over the threshold into life, make this our last IP ill and Testament. —Class of 24. SECTION I Article I.—Howard Olsen leaves his football shoes for Robert Lincoln to step into. Article II.—The biggest ‘‘Weeks” of the year passes on to leave the next few months to the other “Weeks.” Article III.-—Mildred Jensen leaves her office as chief hair-dresser to Doris Amidon. Article IV.—Ruth Bower and other little folks leave the children’s ward to Ruth Jones and Morgan Hansen. SECTION 11 Article I.—Dempster Yinger leaves his most cherished possession, his eyebrows, to Helen Gravelle. Article II.—Wallace Steffen sen leaves his megaphone to Leland Mote. (“Now we’ve got it, don’t lose it, we need it.”) Article III.—Ethel Clark submits her excess stature to Josephine Christensen. Article IV.—Edith Smith leaves the latest knitting stitch to Helen Shriber. SECTION 111 Article I.—Kathleen Hatch leaves the next dance to Charlotte Nielsen. Article II.—-William Bower leaves to Kent Scott his ability to drive a car for the ladies. Article III.—Herbert Brown leaves his knowledge of mechanics to John Root. Article IV.—Dorothy Wittkopp leaves her “hold-em” ability to Ruth Matteson. SECTION IV Article I.—Robert Arbogast wills his dictionary to the High School If the heirs make as good use of it in the future as others have in the past, it will soon be w’orn out. Article II.—Lois Bower submits her recipe foi a “model girl” to Frieda Nickerson. Article III.—Leon Greene leaves his debating ability to Nels Sorensen, who already has a good start. Article IV.—The rest of us leave the assert bly. Signed, Ru.th Bower, Witnesses: Dorothy Wittkopp, Lucile Bowman. Senior Wearers of the G” Arbogast, Cooper, Caswell, Leak. Miller. Olsen, Price. Reynolds and Weeks Page Twenty-five Pag: Twenty-six Paco Twenty-seven JTUXIOK CLASS OFFICERS NELS SORENSEN JOSE I’HI X E CHRISTENSEN President I ice-Prcsident VIRENE WEEKS Secretary-Treasurer CLASS MOTTO “ThinqS worth while.'' CLASS COLORS Blue and White JUNIOR POEM Sing a song of Juniors, .liways full of pep! We re just as good as Seniors, But they don't know it yet. But when they find the truth out. With envy they'll grow green; Because a better class of kids Has never yet been seen. —Charlotte Nielsen. ’.? Pa sec Twenty-eight ('lass of ’2o DORIS AMIDON—'Who would think so? WILFRED BROWN—Bud Fisher’s rival. DOROTHY BROWN—Where’s my vanity case? JOSEPHINE CHRISTENSEN—I am for peace and quiet, I am. KATHERINE CHASE—You never can tell. MINNIE CHRISTENSEN—Our Trufant Sheba. ROY CHASE—A reckless boy in love. EDWARD CALLAGHAN—Knows what he knows as if he knew it not. KENNETH DIETRICH—Better late than never. LENORE EARLE—Little, but o-h my! DOROTHA FEA—Those are my orders, sir. ALDEN FORD—Business and business only. VIRGINIA HANSEN—A friend in need is a friend indeed. AGNETA HANSEN—As modest as a violet. FANCHON HEATH—Our little tennis girl. BESSIE HOLM DEN—Oh, I know. MELBA JORGENSEN—Silence is golden. MARION KERN—So sedate. BEATRICE KRAFT—Her curls, her chiefest pride. ALICE LEWIS—Ask her, she knows. RICHARD LYST—English is my favorite study. NANCY LUCAS—Busy as a bee. ROBERT LINCOLN—Baby Lincoln is my cousin. EUGENE McDonald—Yes, sir; I know I’m right. CLIFTON McFARLAND—I “wanna” be tall. FRANK MARRS—Always in trouble. LELAND MOTE—I play footbal ; ask me, if you don’t believe it. STUART NELSON—I loan my books. CHARLOTTE NIELSEN—Where is Bill? DAGMAR NIELSEN—Little girls should be seen, not heard. RICHARD POTTER—“Oh, my stars.” ELMA PECK—A lamb never hurts anyone. ELLA RUSSELL—Everybody's friend. CARRIE ROWLEY—Always has a giggle ready. HELMER PETERSEN-—Speech, Ding Dong. JOSEPHINE STREETER—Full of fun. NELS SORENSEN—Our brave young debater. RUTH SCHERMERHORN—I drive a Dodge sedan. HELEN SHRIBER—Where’s the looking-glass? MADELINE SIEFRIED—A good reader. � • • Page Thirty MARGARET SAXTON—“Reddy” and ready to work. DONALD TAYLOR—Sma'l but mighty. GLADYS THOMPSON—Expressive silence. TOM TAYLOR—Oh, that jaw! JEAN VAN ALLEN—Those eager eyes! ELEANOR WILSON—A little bit of good nature. VIRENE WEEKS—“Pickles” was her favorite food, but now ? ARTHUR WILSON—Sleep first, study afterwards. BERTHA WOOD-—How does my hair look? NORMAN YERKES—Public speaking shark. September, in the year 1921, found us Freshmen. We were a green lot in a cruel world. We chose Roberta Lindquist to pilot us through the storms of our Freshman year. The biggest event of that year, the annual Freshman and Sophomore party, was held in the gymnasium. A picnic with the Sophomores at Baldwin lake completed our year. We came back to school the next fall Sophomores, and elected Leland Mote class president. It w s a fitting time of the year for the annual Freshman and Sophomore party. The party was held in the gymnasium in Puritanical style and the affair was a huge success. The end of the year was completed by a picnic with the Freshmen at Baldwin lake. Returning to school in the fall as Junior's, we elected Alton Jorgensen class president. The Romantic Musical Comedy “Kathleen,” in which our president played ably the part of “Hans Swindler,” was carried through to a success. We were now considered intelligent enough to have a party with the Seniors. The gymnasium was fittingly decorated and the play, “The Tragedy of the Little Red School House,” was ably presented to the two classes. The remainder1 of the evening was spent in dancing. The Seniors are working hard on their Annual and we. the class of 1925, wish it a big success. Purple and Gold Service—Dorothy Brown, Robert Lincoln. HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 2 —Eugene McDonald, ’25. Page Thirty-one % Paj?e Thirty-thr e Sophomore (’lass ()tfi ers ESTELLEBAXXEX President KEITH PRICE HAROLD IXGERSOLL I ice-President Secretary-Treasurer CLASS COLORS Sih er and Blue CLASS MOTTO IVe can. because we know we can. CLASS POEM lie were once Freshman, and many times were troubled. But now that we are Sophomores our troub'es are doubled; Yet our way is lighted by learning's glow. As from Sophies to Juniors and upward we go. With purest truth and honor to guide us on our way. It surely can't be long till o::r commencement day. —Ivah Hansen, ‘2 . Pas - Thirty-four Class of ’26 CECIL ALLCHIN—Not quite all chin. HELENE AHERN—Moving in fast company lately. HELEN BYRNE—Naughty, but nice. ESTELLE BANNEN—Oh. what my pockets could tel'. ALBERT BRANDING—A promising debater. EDWARD BOPP—Might try sleeping nights. VIRGINIA BOWMAN—Radio. ERNEST BECKER—Champion liar of the Sophomore class. JULIUS BECKER—Oh! Arabella! IRENE CHRISTENSEN—Our future basketball star. CAROLINE COADY—An authority on spelling. PAUL CLARK—Any relation to Peter? LYLE DAVIS—The teacher’s pet??? ALICE DEAL—Still waters run deep. EDITH EURICH—I know Caesar perfectly. MERTON FULLER—A cute little guy. LYLE FORD—I love my pipe. FRANCES FINCH—I love work: it fascinates me. FRANCES FROWNFELDER—A blue-eyed blond. WACIE GOSS—She’s awfully auiet. RICHARD GROW—A typical poet. HELEN GRAVELLE—Just a minute. INEZ HUNTLEY—Oh! Heck! RUTH HOLMES—She’s got the pep. IVAH HANSEN—W’hat’s the matter with Larry lately? IRENE HUBBS—Mv name’s Irene! ARTHUR HUBBARD—Napoleon. MARY HUBBARD—She takes music lessons. LUCILE HUBBS—That red head Gal. MORGAN HANSEN—Here’s mv excuse. HAROLD INGERSOLL—Oh! Such a voice. HOWARD INGLES—He needs a wife. ESTHER JORGENSEN—A relative of Shorty’s ? REBA JONES—The class giant. ALMA JACOBUS—She’ll have a sister-in-law soon. STANLEY JORGENSEN—Another Jorgensen. DORIS KINGSBURY—Oh! So quiet, but. BLANCHE LEAK—She needs a sheik. ETHLWYN LIVINGSTONE —A Livingstone in basketball. MADELINE LONGPRE—Got vour geom- ert.v ? ESTHER MADSEN—Here . comes Esther, belle of the ball. AUDREY MILLS—The talkative blonde. FRIEDA MORAN—Short, fat. and stubbv. OLIVER MARTIN—Yes. ma’am. NORMAN MADSEN—A nice seatmate. so they say. HERBERT MILLER—I’m a brother of a football star. VIRGINIA NELSON—Say. kid; got your Latin ? MARGARET NELSON—A nice sweet maid. FRIEDA NICKERSON—You never can tell. LESTER NELSON—Eyes so blue. KEITH PRICE—Wa-a-a-a-at? JOSEPHINE POTTER—Dick’s little sister. WALTER RAWLING—“There’s a good deal to that chap!” HOSIE SUTHERLAND—Supporting the colors. JOHN ROOT—John, his Ford, and Ruth. LaVINNA ROYSTON—A niece of two teachers. GLADWYN RUCH—A quiet little fellow. HAZEL ROBINSON—Hazel four eves. THELMA REYNOLDS—Catch mv temper. KENDALL SAGENDORF—Helmer’s rival. VERNA SMITH—Bangs. ZELMA SEBALD—The future Paderewski. ANNA SAYLES—A quiet sort. CHLOIE SEIBER—The little housekeeper. KENT SCOTT—Great Scctt! ISABEL SYENDSEN—A would-be Junior. HAZEL SATTERLEE—What was that? DOROTHY SWARTZ—She’s got a curl. ALLISON SVENDSEN—A c'assv kid. ETHEL SWARTZ—I’v got a fellow and he’s got a car. Page Thirty-six FOREST TERRY—I’m a farmer. BESSIE VAN VLERAH—History shark. LUCY WEEKS—The age of innocence. ELIZABETH WELLS—Sometimes I will, sometimes I won’t. MARGARET WALKER—She used to be slow—But Now! WILLIAM WALKER—Oh! where’s Doris? RUSSEL WILSON—They call me “Rut.” ELOISE WOLFER—Me and mv sister. ELEANOR YINGER—She’s some singer. ETHEL JOHNSON—Wanted: A man. EMILY BRANDER—Silence is golden. LUELLA JONES—I’m Emerald’s sister. RUTH MATTESON—No. I’ve got a date with John tonight. CLAYTON HANSEN—Just another Hansen. ELIZABETH RARDEN—Our future Galli Curci. PURPLE AND GOLD SERVICE Walter Rawling, Ilosie Sutherland, Irene Christensen, Helen Gravelle. CLASS HISTORY OF Last year at this time we were Freshmen, and now we feel very superior to the Freshmen of this year; but just the same we had a good time as Freshmen. Kendall Sagendorf was the efficient president who led us through our difficu'.ties. He was assisted by Albert Blanding as vice-president, and Francis Finch as secretary-treasurer. In the fall we, and our superior friends, the Sophomores, put on our usual party. A little play was put on by some Sophomore girls. After the refreshments, we danced until 11:00 p. m. In the spring we and the Sophomores had our annual picnic at Baldwin Lake. This concluded our Freshman year, which was a very happy one. This year we are Sophc-mores and don’t we feel big! We have chosen Estelle Bannen as president, Keith Price as vice-president, and Harold Ingersoll as secretary-treasurer. On January 4 we had our annual party—a Hard-Time Party. The entertainment committee put on very clear shadow demonstrations of an operation in a hospital. Refreshments were served and the rest of the evening was spent in dancing. This ends cur history for this year as this goes into the Annual before our spring festivities. —Ruth Matteson. ’26. Page Thirty-seven Paso Thirty-flight Pa re Thirty-nine Freslimau ( ’lass Officers WILLIAM BROWNE DOROTHY THOMPSON ALICE ROWLEY President i ece-President Secretary-Treasurer CLASS COD RS Green and Gold CLASS MOTTO Sot at the top. but climbing. FRESHMAN POEM Some folks say the Freshmen are green. Others sax they're tame: But zvhen it comes to doing things. You'll find they're always game. —JWcuhv Tho nps« i. ‘S7. I’axe Forty FRESHMAN CLASS GROUP PHOTO J Girls’ (’horns MRS. MAH SCAR 'ELL Director Helene Ahern, Vanessa Arntz, Elinor Amklon, Cecil Allchin, Lois l.ovver, Ruth Rower, Grace Mower, Mernice Beatty. Dorothy Brown, Mary Barnard, Ethel Clark, Irene Christensen. Anna Christensen. Josephine Christensen, Carolyn Carlsen, Marian Chandler, Carolyn Coady, Katherine Chase, Vivian Coon. Bertina Clark, Ruth Giristensen. Helen Gravelle, lone Dietrich, Alice Deal, Hazel Deal, Edith Enrich. Violet Enrich. Arnolda Everet, Helen Fleck, Frances Finch, Dorotha Fea, Gwendolyn Green, Wacie Goss, Hazel Eriksen, Iva Hansen, Agneta Hansen. Virginia Hansen, Ina Hansen, Fanchon Heath, Lela Holmden, Inez Huntley, Irene Hubbs, Lucile Hubbs, Mary Hubbard. Una Mae I tiger soil, Mildred M. Jensen, Reba Jones, Esther Jorgensen, Ethel Johnson, Marian Kern. Doris Kingsbury. Beatrice Kraft. Nancy Lucas, Ellen Lyndrup, Roberta Lindquist, Madeline Longpre. Ethelyn Livingstone, Kathryn McIntyre, Hope McIntyre, Wanna Moffatt. Agatha Mount. Eleanor Mount. Lon ore Martin. Esther Madsen. Helena Madsen, Frieda Moran, Luella Moran, Audrey Mills. Eleanor Middlebrook, Marjorie Middlebrook. Groveene McClellan, Ruth Matteson, Layla Magee. Margaret Nelson, Virginia Nelson, Gladys Nelson, Frieda Nickerson. Frances Nielson, Charlotte Nielsen, Alma Nielsen, Dagmar Nielsen, Agnes Peterson, LaVinna Royston, Elizabeth Rarden. Marguerite Robison, Ruth Ranney, Phyllis Riker. Alice Rowley, Georgia Reynolds, Thelma Reynolds, Verna Smith, Marian Stock-ford. Doris Stockford, Erma Swartz, Dorothy Swartz, Ethel Swartz. Isabel Svendsen, Ruth Schermerhorn, 1 lelen Shriber, Zelma Sebald, Viola Strobel, Madeline Seifried, Chloie Seiber. Edith Rosemary Smith, Hazel Satterlee, Lucile Thoms, Ethelyn Treat, Irma Terry, Don thy Thompson, Jean VanAllen, Elizabeth Wells, Florence Wright, Doris Wright. Carrie Wood, Agnes Wood, Bertha Wood, Virene Weeks, Lucy Weeks, Elaine Walker. Helen Watson. Eleanor Wilson. Marie Wilson. Katherine Wiegers. Eloise Voder. Marjorie Wolfer, Margaret Walker, Eleanor Yinger, Dorothy Wittkopp. I’.w Forty-fix Girls’ Double Quartet MRS. MAE SCARVELL Director Standing left to right. Agnes Petersen, first soprano; Grace Power, second alto; Ruth Power, second soprano; Eleanor Middlebrook. first soprano. Sitting left to right. Marian Chandler, second alto; Lois Power, first alto; Eleanor Yinger. second alto: Carolyn Carlsen, second soprano. The Girls’ Double Quartet has made several public appearances and expects to make several more. The big feature event for the (piartet is the tournament at Mt. Pleasant in which the girls expect to have a part. This is the first attempt that Mrs. Scarvell has made at having a girls' quartet, but it is reporte 1 very successful. Pa e Forty-seven 9 l nz Forty-four % ORG WIZATIONS chorus DtBATE. ORCHE.STRA QUARTLT GLLE. CLUB STU0T5 COUNCIL (N Class of ’27 Eleanor Ainidon Vanessa Arntz Margie Abbey Gladys Akins Frederick Bond Louise Byrne Grace Bower Lawrence Brown Fred Boss Harold Beard William Browne Carolyn Carlsen Anna Christensen Bertina Clark Ruth Christensen I la DeBree lone Dietrich 1 Jazel Deal Arnolda Everet George Eastman Florence Eastman Horace Frown felder Thelma Frost Carlton Fisher Howard Faber Gwendolyn Green Marshal Gladding Eldon Hansen Clifford Hansen Lela Holmden Ina Hansen L. T. Hansen Charles Hansen Una Mae Ingersoll Arnold Johnson Ruth Tones Emerson Jenks Irvin Jorgensen Austin Kingsbury Rita Kortes Luther Lyndrup Irving Lolir Pauline Larsen Edwin Green Agnes Wood Katherine Wiegers Herman Zeigler Thorvald Lyndrup James Lewis Francis Lindquist Lucile Luther Terence Longprc Eleanor Mount W anna Moffatt Helena Madsen Hope McIntyre Helen Miller Ruth Matteson Marjorie Middlebrook Russell Madsen Lenore Martin Charles Newton Harold Nielson Frances Nielsen Alma Nielsen Stanley Perks Imogene Peck Agnes Petersen William Peck Laurel Perrigo Marguerite Robi- u Elizabeth Raiden Alice Rowley Ruth Rannev Phvllis Rikcr Mildred Riley Milo Slawson Norman Swartz Marion Stock ford Viola Strobel Florence Sisson Everett Salisbury Paso Forty-two Chris Snyder Erma Swartz Bernice Taylor Dorothy Thompson Lucille Thoms Maynard Tucker Kentvard Tuttle Ellis Van Horn Ralph Wilson Florence Wright Elaine Walker Marie Wilson Marguerite White Homer Yinger FRESHMEN Beatrice Arntz Vivian Briggs Barbara Bower Donelda Backus Edith Buttolph Dorothy Baldwin Lucile Couling Martha Chambers 1 iarold Cooper Hazel Eriksen 1 toward Faber Lester Filkins Helen Fleck Mable Guinnup ENTERED IN FEBRUARY Marguerite Hansen Ruth Hansen Walter 1 lansen Bernice Larsen Thomas Metzger Groveene McClellan Layla Magee Stanley Middlebrook Gladys Nelson Olive Barker Edna Petersen Lucile Shimmel Daisy Sipperly Winifred Wyckoll History of the Class of ’27 We re fresh and not supposed to know much, but we do know our brief history. We elected as our president. William Browne; Vice-President, Dorothy Thompson; Secretary and Treasurer, Alice Rowley. They have led us successfully through life so far. This life includes our Freshman and Sophomore party held Friday. January 1. It was a hard-time party. All who went responded to the call and dressed as though they had lived on nothing for years. The gymnasium was decorated with the leavings from the other parties. We are looking forward to the annual picnic in June, and also to becoming Sophomores. —Carolyn Carlsen, '27. Pase Forty-three Orchestra Lineup MRS. MAE SCARVELL Director Standing left to right. Katherine Wiegers. violin : Ellis Van Horn, saxophone : Stanley Perks, cornet: Stanley Xielsen. cornet. Sitting left to right. John Root, saxophone: Howard Xdson. saxophone: Helmer Petersen, violin: Kent Scott, violin. Pace Forly-eiehl Debating VICTOR I. WHITTEMORE Coach Standing, left to right: Leon (jreene, Xels Sorensen, Robert Arbogast. Albert Blanding. Sitting, left to right: Glenn Fagerlin. Kathryn McIntyre, Dempster Yinger. The Greenville debaters have completed a very successful season, winning unanimously five out of seven debates and never failing to win at least one judge to their viewpoint. Greenville High School put herself among the best schools in the state in debating. Tne question ft r debate this year: “Resolved. That the Adoption of a Ship Subsidy Would He a Wise National Policy. was ably handled by both the affirmative and the negative teams. Robert Arbogast. Kathryn McIntyre anti Leon Greene composed five affirmative team, and Dempster Yinger. Xels Sorensen and Glenn Fagerlin the negative, with Albert Blanding as alternate. In the first debate—a triangular between Belding, Ionia and Greenville—our debaters won the debates in which they participated by unanimous vote. The other schools from which we won were Grand Rapids Union. St. Johns, and Lake-view. Two debates were lost to Alma and Muskegon Heights by 2 to 1 decisions of the judges. Mr. Whittemore, the coach, says that he never has worked with a more willing, bar 1 working debating squad. Pape Forty-nine Boys’ Glee Club MRS. MAE SCARVELL Director Standing, left to right: Arthur Hubbard, second tenor: John Root, second bass: Harold Ingersoll. second tenor: Ernest Becker, first bass: Alton Jorgensen, first bass: Julius Becker, first bass. Sitting, left to right: Cecil Scott, second bass; Dempster Yinger, second tenor: Lawrence Brown, first tenor: Lyle Davis, first tenor—not in picture. Page Fifty G. H. S. Students’ Council The Greenville Students' Council was organized in the fall of 1923, to take the place of the former athletic association, for the purpose ot encouraging and financing all non-curricular activities. The Council is composed of a president, business manager, assistant business manager, treasurer, recording secretary, and faculty adviser. An advisory council, composed of the vice-presidents of the four classes, gives each class equal representation. The officers in their order are: President, Leon Greene: business manager. Robert Arbogast; assistant business manager. Lawrence Brown: recording secretary, Ruth Ranney: treasurer, Edith Rosemary Smith; faculty adviser, Mr. Slentz. The advisory council, comprising the four vice-presidents: Senior class, Wallace Steffensen; Junior class, Josephine Christensen: Sophomores, Keith Price, and Freshmen. Dorothy Thompson. The Student Council entirelv finances the major activities of the school, such as athletics, debates, commercial contests. During the last semester it succeeded in establishing a constitution, which has long been necessary. One of the leading features of the year was the successful staging of the musical comedy, “Kathleen. for the benefit of the high school’s general fund. The Students' Council has proved very successful in the past vear. It is hoped that the future will bring to perfection some of the things we have taken pleasure in beginning. Face Fifty-one Kathleen The auditorium of our Big'll School has not rung with applause for a long time as it did on November 23 and 24, 1923, when the romantic musical comedy Kathleen” was presented by the High School under the very competent direction of Mr. C. M. Vanderbilt, of the John B. Rogers Producing Company. The show was a success both financially and artistically. The principals did exceptionally well, and all worked hard during the two weeks spent in preparation and rehearsing for the play. Much credit is also due the High School Orchestra, directed by Mrs. Scar-veil. and the choruses, who won the applause of the audiences both nights. The principals in the cast were: Lem Underduck. Julius Becker; Teckley Bramble. Clifton McFarland; Hans Swindler, Alton Jorgensen; Arabella Wilkins, Ruth Ranney: Jimmy Stanton, Howard Olsen: Kathleen O'Day, Kathleen Hatch; Michael Flynn, Lawrence Weeks; Flossie Xeverset, Dorothy Brown; Ned Roll-ingston, William Browne. And choruses of Villagers, Lassies, Every Road, Tennis Girls. Shy Maids, By Hecks, Society Group, Guest Girls. Dance O’Mania, and Dream Kiddies. The proceeds of the play went to benefit the Students’ council, which has charge of the promotion of all non-curricular activities. Page Fifty-two Page Fifty-three G. H. S. Football Team of ’23 LINE-UP Top row. left to right: Coach Malcolmson: Lincoln, guard: Cooper, full back ; Sutherland, right end : Taylor, quarter back : Miller, left end : Potter, end. Bottom row, left to right: Rawling, right guard: Tuttle, left tackle; Johnson, first halfback : Olsen (captain), center : Price, right tackle ; Byrne, second half-back : Weeks, left guard. Greenville High School had a very successful football season. Weather conditions were almost perfect. This year's team was fully as good as the fast team of 21, which was considered the best team ever representing G. H. S. We played nine games this year and won seven of them. Coach Malcolmson deserves much credit for the team he built up. Most of the men lacked experience, but take it all in all they will have to go a long way to find a team as good as the football team of '23. '23 FOOTBALL SCHEDULE G. H. S 72 (i G. H. S ().... . . . . (irand Rapids South. C, G. H. S 0 . .. . Lowell 13 G. H. S I (5 G. H. S ....... ; . . . . Mt. Pleasant 0 G. H. S 31 0 G. H. S 28 . ... Hastings fi G. H. S HI . ... G. R. Vocational . .. G. H. S 21 . .. . Ithaca 14 —1-1. Olsen. '24. PaK'' Fifty-four Boys’ Basketball Coaches: Malcolmson ( First Semester) and Vroeg (Second Semester). Standing, left to right: R. Arbogast, athletic manager: L. Weeks, substitute : W. Browne, substitute: E. Bopp, substitute: Coach Malcolmson. Sitting, left to right: H. Sutherland, center : L. Cooper, forward : B. (Capt.) Byrne, forward: L. Price, substitute; W. Raw ling, guard: Olsen (absent from picture), guard. The Basketball season this year was fairly successful. The team started out with four new men playing. They lacked experience but never were known to lack in fight. When the second semester started, the team went under the guidance of Coach Vroeg. The team progressed very rapidly under his supervision. Too much credit cannot be given to him for his untiring efforts to show and help the boys in every way possible. SCHEDULE December 21—here...................................Holland January 11—here...................................Grand Ledge January is—there (cancelled)...................Carson City January 19—there...................Grand Rapids Union January 25—here.................................Lowell February 1—there................................Owosso February S—litre.................................. Alma February 15—here...............................Mt. Pleasant February 22—there................................Reed City February 2!)—there..................................Ionia March 7—here...................Mt. Pleasant Indians March 15—here...................Grand Rapids Union TOURNAMENT March 21—...................Midland 23—G. H. 13—G. H. —G. H. 2n—G. H. 31—G. H. 12—G. H. 19—G. H. 4— G. H. 5— G. H. 16—G. H. 18—G. H. 25—G. II. 17—G. H. S. S. s. s. s. s. s. s. s. s. s. s. s. 10 40 10 11 8 15 15 7 20 30 0 14 .....210 179 —II. Olsen, '24. Pavro Fifty-five Total Left to right: L. Leak, guard; L. Weeks, substitute; I. Christensen, running center: D. Brown, guard: Coach Forreider; H. (iravelle, jumping center; V. Weeks, forward; G. Reynold's, forward; H. Madsen, substitute. The girls team played their first game with their old mates, the Alumnae. In years gone by the Alumnae have just about always lost, but, to their great sur prise, and ours, they won this year. But because of losing that game the girls worked just twice as hard and beat the Grand1 Ledge girls. The fast Lowell six came up and trounced our girls—somehow Greenville cannot beat Lowell. The next week we took a trip to Grand Ledge. Because of their wonderful improvement we were only able to beat them by two points. Then the Alma lassies came here with the intention of ruffing us up a bit, but they got it themselves ami went home with the small end of the score. We then took another trip, which landed us at Reed City. Although we worked hard we were unable to win. The little town of Carson City came over and gave our first team a good practice, and the second team was holding them tight. The last game of the season was with East Lansing. Thev have been known to lx1 the Champions of Central Michigan. They had not lost a single game and when they played us it added another scalp to their collection. Basketball Coach Forreider —Virene Weeks. ’25. Pane Fifty-six TRACK ’24 Coach Whale Every season of the year brings with it the various athletic activities. In the spring Greenville High School will be well represented on the cinder path. In the field events, the team will be stronger than the one of last year, while the runners in the dashes will come from the new material. The following letter men will probably report. Capt. Red'’ Cooper, “Larry Weeks. Hob Arbogast. Hay Hyrne. Two of these letter men have placed in state meets—Capt. Cooper in the pole vault, and Arbogast in the mile. With “Hunny Rawling's addition to the team they should score high in the state meets. —Lloyd Cooper. '24. BASEBALL ’24 Coach Yroeg Greenville High School will probably be represented by its best baseball team in many years when the ball heavers of Coach Yroeg get to practicing. The material for the coming season is worthy of being spoken of before baseball gets under way. The following letter men will probably report when baseball time rolls around: Caswell, pitcher; 1 Vice, second base; Olsen, outfielder: Cooper, first base. With these noted ball-tossers. there are several likelv candidates, not eligible last season, whom Coach Yroeg will have to fill out his team. The spirit will also be shown on the diamond this year because every member of this aggregation is pulling for his school and also for his team mates. They have that old l o or Die spirit. Let’s get behind them, because we are all pushing to place Greenville High School on top in athletics as well as scholarship. The fellows are impatiently waiting for the baseball summons and are looking ahead to a successful season so we can see that they are going to practice in order to have a winning team. Coach Yroeg knows baseball, knows a baseball player, and the station where he should play. He knows the principles of the game and how to have a winning team. With his knowledge and his spirit the G. H. S. team should develop into one of the best in the school's history. Summing up all the qualities—(first) Material, (second) Spirit, (third) Practice, (fourth) the Coach. Greenville should have a real baseball team. —Lloyd Cooper. '24. Note—The above branches of our High School Athletics are forecast by “Red Cooper, because the publication goes to press before their seasons close. Pajre Fifty-seven Pase Fifty-nine Golf Clubs for Christmas A Student’s Insanity Thanks to thee, my bonnie lassie. Though you’re many miles away While the caddy holds my brassie On this fateful Christmas day. I’m trying out old Santa’s gift— A little bit wise it seems,— I’ll hit that little ball a biff And send it o’er the greens. Well, to you the gift seems simple; I have clubs, and clubs galore— This is the way I’m forced to do it As my caddy calls out (“Fore”). Though I wander ’round the links For that ball I’m forced to roam. When I find that ball—I—Jinks! I send it home. Now watch this fellow, you're so handy. As he makes a mighty drive— Long and graceful, but a dandy. Easily drops in number five. Number six is now in order. As he makes it nice and neat. When I think I see the border I miss the hole by sixty feet. To the club-house now I saunter. To my chagrin I hear them say, “Does he really think he made it? Why, that ball was yards away.” “Santa, dear. I’m not ungrateful. But as Christmas time draws near. Try not to think of something hateful. Don’t brings Clubs another year! They are what I’ve always wanted. But I didn’t know mv mind: Golf’s all right for those undaunted. Sick. lame, lazy, weak, and blind. —Clifton McFarland. ’25. Sunset ’Tis nearly at the close of day; the sun Sinks slowly o’er the western hills. The air is fresh and sweet, and all seems still; As I stood, mem’ries to mv mind did run Of times when first I saw him with his gun; Those were beautiful days of long ago. As we used to watch the sun sink low. Before our dav’s work all was done: For now, as the sun gradually lowers. I gaze and gaze, over plains so wide. To a little house, on a sma’l hill of sand; I see my friend coming through the door. And like davs of old we stand side bv side Watching the golden sunset of the land. —Josephine Streeter. To the library and read Riley and Kipling, both amusing; but prefer Poe. Flappers and cake-eaters wearing their galoshes relied down like the feathers on the legs of a Buff Cochin hen. Tuttle walking on his hands or, rather, getting up off the ice. Hallways perfumed with that delightful odor of—? friend onions ’till I’m starved. Fire bell, big fake practices Who started the idea of tie on buttons? Society labeled as the “dirty seven”—(It sounds wicked). Spring fever “to have or not to have.” will it be the style this year? Thoughts on shaving. What a pity women don’t need to. if they’re men’s equal. Canned from class. Deciding people that boast aren’t worth a picayune. Disgusted until a girl remarked, “Sin is the cause of the nation’s vanity —calamity.” How can the Janitor srr.i'e with so many trials ? Free medicine show in town—they’re giving away sleeves to vests, if you buy a snake’s ear-muff on the installment plan. Imagine Fanchon Heath frowning. Tried my hand at poetry; it’s dreadfully sWeet. Why do dances have so many short girls? Wonder who’ll become a second Billy Sunday in Biblical literature class. Deposited a nicke for a letter to tell me I flunked—can you beat it? The register and I are great friends. Doc must know I’m always cold. Heard over the radio the piece, “Does spearmint gum lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?” Will Leon Greene be a Steinmetz. a Joe Cannon or a Gibsonite? Hope G. H. S. puts 'cn another play while I’m here. Some contrast between “Red” and lone Dietrich. Carlyle was thoughtless when he wrote. “Sartor Resartus”: so is the author of this article. Here’s a group of living dead, determining to knock society crazy; they have forgotten others are human and take all the aisle. Saw them later practicing basketball. To Silver’s, spent an hour with Quo Vadis and so, to bed. Mrs. Scarvell has developed a group of harmony hounds. Seniors giving advice to Juniors as to running next year’s school. I guess mey do every year. Who’ll win the basketball tournament? Must step out and fall for a new Jazz bow—maybe all colors of the rainbow. Red’s my downfall. One more lecture on talking loud in halls'. The patience that Miss Fuller has is marvelous. Book reports. Dorothy Thompson with a “watch-out” smile. Well, now, I guess this school ain’t all dead. —Clifton J. McFarland. Page Sixty THE TEST By AGNETA HANSEN CHAPTER 1. ‘•Gordon, you’re fired.” The two men on opposite sides of the mahogany desk faced each other Tor one bitter instant after that crisp announcement. 'then the younger, i.is face suddenly white, cropped back in his chair, staring at his chief. The older man, cairn, seif-confident, with business efficiency and worldly experience manifesting then se'ves in each movement, presented a decided contrast to the boy before him, a beginner in business, who had had his youthful jest and eagerness suddenly checked. The first shock of astonishment suddenly abating, Gordon straightened, beginning an incoherent piotest. Mr. Murray held up his hand. Not a word. I can’t afford to waste any more time on you. Now 1 11 give my reasons for discharging you. During the two months that I have employed you, Gordon, there has been constant friction between us, and it must cease. I think you realize, as well as I, that this busr-‘ness has always been carried on in accordance to a certain set of regulations. During my twenty years as president of this concern, I have conducted our system on these principles, and I have a right to expect you to conform to them also. When I employed you as a clerk in the furniture department of this store. I took it Act gianted that you would discharge your duties and keep where you be onged. I seem to be mistaken. Since your first day here, you have been coming to me and suggesting all kinds of impractical schemes for bettering our business system. If I were vo estimate the time you have wasted trying to convince me that ycur proposals are sound, it would be startling. At any rate, vour ideas won’t be received here. So I am telling you this morning that you may consider your services here ended.” Murray turned to his desk and began opening his morning n ail. Stunned and amazed, but with an increasing sense of injustice merging into wrath, Gordon walked ;o the door and let himself out. Somehow or other, he made his wav to the street, climbed into his roadster, and drove madly off. The little car shot down the avenue and wended its way to a ciuiet side street, stopping under a shady maple tree. Gcrdon knew that such a position wou’d not be unusual, for in Al'enville. people were almost all acquainted with each other, and were equally friendly. The town was a flourishing one. Perhaps Murray's department store was the most important factor. Gordon remembered with what enthusiasm he had entered his work there. “I suppose what the boss said was all n READ THE ADVERTISEMENTS They Deserve Your Attention. The Advertisers represented in this annual “Hi-Life” of ’24, have made this publication possible. IT WILL PAY YOU To Read the Advertisements FURNITURE RUGS and LINOLEUMS at Bargain Prices. BROWN HALL CO., Greenville. Mich. Page Sixty-one COMMERCIAL PRINTING COMPANY E. B. PILKINTON, Prop. DESIGNERS AND PRODUCERS OF HIGH GRADE QUALITY PRINTING Phone 211 COMMERCIAL PRINTING COMPANY 118 S. Lafayete Street Greenville, Mich. I’hkh Sixty-two true.” he muttered. But what’s a chap gying to do when he sees all kinds of improvements that could easily be made if the owner would wake up and give him the means to accomplish them ? Charley Murray may be a successful man now. but he’ll need to hustle some if someone should come from another town and start a concern here. Wouldn’t I like to see it done, though ? And wouldn’t the old boy have to shake a leg! He’s about ten years behind in his methods. Well, might as well go home. I hope I can see Dad alone about this, or he’ll misunderstand everything.” He started the motor, and drove slowly down the street, thinking deeply. Two months before, Gerald Gordon had graduated from the local high-school at the head of his class. He remembered that in the near future loomed the prospects of college life, and Gerald had visualized himself a bri.liant student, a splendid athlete. However, several days after his graduation, his father had made a proposal to him. He was to work all summer at Murray’s, in the furniture depart.! ent, thus earning something to help defray his college expenses. Gerald was rather doubtful when he accepted the plan, but he became highly interested in the work, and his clear thinking had led him to bring up certain matters in the place that needed improvement. He had also suggested certain changes in the business system. At first he was treated with amusement by the conservative Mr. Murray, later with impatience. He did net realize that the manager and owner of the establishment was so accustomed to certain ways of carrying on the trade that he considered any deviations impossible Therefore the notice of his discharge came as a shock to Gerald. He had tried to protest, but had been ab-ruptly turned aside, and the injustice of the thing stung him again. Moreover, he had needed but two weeks more to complete the sum needed to assist in his first year at college. That thought was maddening. Gerald drove in at his own gate and stopped at the kitchen door. As he reluctantly climbed out. his father hurried out on the porch, dressed for traveling, a suitcase in his hand, a worried frown cn his face. Mrs. Gordon followed him. her expression denoting anxiety and trouble. Jum p in again, son,” ordered his father, placing his suitcase in the car. “Get me to the station as auick as you can. Unc e Jim wants me to come at once. There’s no other train leaving for the city today until 7:15, so you’ll have to make the 10:20 or burst a tire.” Gerald turned the ear and they sped out of the yard, down a treet and around a c. rner, down a long avenue and finally brought up at the little station. Mr. Gordon jumped out with a hasty, “So long, son.” He boarded the train, which had already begun to move. The boy drew a deep breath as he watched it out of sight. “He won’t be back until next week.” he reflected. “Uncle Jim’s always in some scrape and it takes a while bo pull him out.” The depression caused by his discharge had now left him, and he whistled softly as he drove swiftly homeward. As he passed the postoffice, a group of young people outside it turned. One of them. Rose Walton, held up her hand, and he stepped. “What’s up, Gordon?” called Jack Horton, as Gerald leaned out. “I’m fired; that’s all. “When?” Bob Grayson stepped up to the car. “How did it happen? “Oh, I was just informed that I might step out of the place. So I did.” Evelyn E lsworth gave an exclamation of delight. “Oh, and you aren’t going to work any more? Then you can come out and ioin the bunch. We’re all going to camp at Star lake for a few days. We’d just been wishing you could come along.” “This is what I call luck!” declared Jack, enthusiastically. Hustle up and you can gic with us. We start at eleven.” Gerald shook his head. “I’l! come this afternoon.” he said, decisively. “I couldn’t get ready in half an hour.” “Well, don’t fail us, whatever you do!” called Mary. “One of us will n eet vou at Elmville and drive you out to camp.” “I’ll be there!” Gera'd answered, as he dreve on. He was now in good humor. Mrs. Gordon met him on the porch as he jumped out of the car. “What has happened, Gerald? How did you happen to come home?” The boy flushed. “I’m rather glad I can break it to vou instead of Dad. Mother. Murray fired me this morning.” Mrs Gordon straightened in astonishment. “Gerald! What will vour father say?” “Wait!” he pleaded. “Let me explain.” He rapidly sketched the conversation that had taken place between himself and his former chief. “And I didn’t have a chance to put in one word of even apology, mother.” She sighed. “It’s hard to understand, but I think he always was that way; he hated to have anyone trv bo move him from that stubborn—” “That’s exactly it. mother,” he interrupted, eagerly. “He hated to have any of his methods proved out-of-date.” “Wei1, let’s have lunch. I think I’ll visit this afternoon. Cousin Jane wants to see me.” ARTISTIC PORTRAITS DENNIS STUDIO Belding and Greenville. Michigan CENTRAL MARKET H. Bannen, Proprietor. CHOICE MEATS Page Sixty-three axmaft) GREENVILLE CITY LAUNDRY F. A. KELLY, Proprietor Satisfaction Guaranteed PHONE 92 GIVE US A TRIAL” IP! “PRENTICE” Tailor “Correct Garments for Men’ —I)HY CLEANING —REPAIRING —PRESSING Shirts and Underwear Made to Order. Phone 312 i; Greenville. Michigan § ‘ On, and the burvch is going out to Star lake today. They want me to come out this afternoon. We’ll probably stay several days.” CHAPTER II. Gerald had just settled himself for the half-hour’s ride on the train when he became conscious of a figure standing in the aisle beside him. He glanced up at the young woman, holding a two-year-old girl in her arms, and obligingly moved over. She seated herse f beside him. and busied herself with the little gir.. Gerald glanced at the child a second time. A vague, undefined idea took possession of him. Then suddenly he le iembered. This little Hrl with the clustered brown curls, the shy. long iasned blue-eyes, and the dainty attire, was Charles Murray’s only daughter. He reco iected having seen her in the big Murray limousine several times with the nursemaid, Anna Kovenskv. Anna was a Polish girl, evidently, but as she continued to rearrange the child’s clothing and keep her silence, he turned to a magazine he had brought along and was soon buried deeply in it. Gerald had almost finished his story when his seatmate arose, placing the child beside him. “Please, sir; will you take care of Betty whi e I get a drink?” He nodded absently. The girl left the car with a quick backward glance at him. Betty sat quiet for a moment, then, as Gerald continued to pay no attention to her. she wriggled. “Want to get down.” He closed the magazine. “You can stay here until the lady gets back.” Betty shook her head. “Me going.” She began to slide off the eat. Like father, like daughter, as far as stubborness goes.” .1 uttered Gerald, as he racked her up again, growing im-pat.ent. A quick g.ance about the car assured him that there was no one from Allenvil e in it that he knew. The majority were evidently from another town, bound like himself, for Star Lake, which was a resort. Betty now began to regard him with great interest. “What ’oor name?” she asked. In spite of the natural dislike that he held for anything closely connected wit the man who had unjustly treated him. Gerald could net restrain a feeling of admiration for the ittle thing. He did not allow himself to answer her. however, but kept her on the seat and waited grimly for the nursemaid to reappear. “Elmville!” The crisp announcement of the conductor startled Gerald. He kept his eyes on the door through which the girl must come. P:ik«- Sixty-four The train came to a standstill at the little Elmvi le station, and its passengers rapidly vacated it. Gordon rose in desperation. “Why doesn’t the idiot come back?” he groaned. Then he looked out of the window. The Grayson limousine was out there waiting for him. Bob. at the wheel, waved. Gerald responded. Then he saw something else. Rapidly making her way through the crowd, and with furtive backward glances, was Anna Kovensky. With one bound. Gordon, the little girl blinking under his arm. had rushed out. down the steps, and through the crowd. He was sudden'v raging with astonished indigation. “So she thought I’d take care of the kid?” he muttered. “What’s her idea?” He was forced to pause a moment be-foie renewing his passage through the assembled people. His pride kept him from calling for aid. He Paid no heed to curious glances. Then he breathed more freelv. A man had stopped the girl and was talking vigorously with her. He held he. bv one arm while she struggled and cast fearful glances around. Gerald broke through the last group and rushed angrily forward “Where’s the kid? Are you crazy?” the man was snarling. Anna struggled. “I was afraid.” she panted. “Here it is.” Gerald grimly dropped Betty beside her. “What was your cute litt.e game, anyhow?” The girl smothered a erv as the man snatched up Betty and with a command to “hustle up,” marched toward a car at the curb. Gerald was too shaken with indignation to do other than breathe gasps of relief at his narrow escape. A moment later, the big car. with Anna Kovensky, Betty Murray, and the unknown man, roared and sped forward, vanishing around a corner in an instant. “Gerald Gordon, what are vou trying to da?” Eve yn’s n irth-choked voice caused him to turn. “You flew out from the train like—like a—a rrotherlv hen with her chicken under her wing, and people fairly scattered before vou.” She fairly gasped with laughter, “I thought I’d die!” “Funny, was it?” he growled. “I’d like to know what ailed that girl, and it was Betty Murray I had. I can’t understand.” Eve’yn wiped her eves. “I think that man is Murray’s chauffeur, or used to be. 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The shore of the lake here was shady and delightful, and the young people who came to greet Gerald promised to make a good time. CHAPTER III. The first night at the camp was a jolly one. There were several good rowers, and the crowd went for a moonlight row. It was a perfect night. The stars shone clear and bright and a full i. icon flooded the lake and woods with white light The party sang as they floated along. Gerald was perfectly content. A1 memory of his unpleasant experiences had vanished. It was late when they returned. “Say, Horton,” called out Harold Baynes, as they neared the shore. “I dare you to visit the old Carr house, half a mile from here, the one thev say is haunted.” Jack Horten splashed his oars vigorously, “You’re on! I dare you to make the trip with me!” “Oh, let’s all go!” cried Elsie Bennett. “It’s only ten-thirty. We could have just loads of fun doing it!” “And the ghosts will be out in an hour or so,” added Ricse, mischievously. “Oh, con e on!” Jack sprang out and helped out those in his boat. “Get these things padlocked, then we’ll see what good sports you are.” After a good deal of laughter and argument, they all started out, bent on mischief and full of nervous excitement. Jack and Bob chose to lead, and decided on a short cut rather than on the road. They stepped along, laughing, talking freely, discussing the history of the house. Page Sixty-six “Say, Jack, wasn’t it somebody named Scaines who used to live there?” ca led Rose. “Guess so. He was a queer chap, they say,” he answered “Look out for his hold, now!” “Ouch, my hair!” Edith Benton stopped to free her cm Is from a leafy branch. “Well, say! Don’t frighten the ghosts!” called Bob. “We want to get a good look at ’em!” “Wait a minute!” commanded Jack. The line ca.i e to a stop. “What’s up?” snapped Jack. “Whew, it’s wa..r.'. Let’s rest a minute.” “Our valiant leader has given in, my children.” called Harold. “Let us proceed while he rests his wearv se f.” “Lock! There’s a light in the house!” cried Mary. “Let’s go back!” “Hush!” For a moment there was absolute silence as they gazed at the one window, lit up by a clear white light. Then it winked out. “We’d better go back!” protested several, in a low voice. “We shan’t, either!” retorted Gerald and Jack in unison, like two small boys. ou can stay right outside the clearing among t.te bushes, while a few of us boys investigate. ’ They moved forward again, but silently In a few moments they had reached the clearing and stood looking at the rambling old building with its crumb-,ing chimneys, rotten porch, and generally decaying appearance. The moon shcne full on it. disclosing the bare windows and one door that had fallen partway off its hinges. Instinctively, the party talked in whispers. It was agreed that Gerald, Bob, Jack and Harold were to creep forward and investigate, while the rest waited, concealed behind bushes and trees. 'i he four made their wrav si ently towards the building. Gerald had an odd lee ing of adventure. He could not re-stiain ti.e desire to hurry forward. “Listen,” he whispered, suddenly. “Will you three boys stay here by the corner, behind this brush? I’ve an idea of what to do.” “We’ll wait here,” growled Jack. He was tco warm to argue effectively, prob-acly because he had a sweater on, which he was too proud of to discard. Gerald quietly set foot on the porch. It creaked alarmingly under his weight, but supported him as he made his way to the door. The next instant the darkness enveloped him. It seemed hours to Ger-a d that he stood in the dark hallway, listening intently. Then his ear caught the faint but unmistakable sounds of a cough, and of a Matchless Milton PIANOS VICTROLAS and RECORDS C. R. 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Ann. wake up!” “Don’t take Betty!” a sobbing voice, colored with terror, pleaded. “Oh. I think it’s awful to keep Betty and make her Daddy pay—” “Shut up! I don’t give a damn what you think!” retorted the other, harshly. “But. listen! Mebbv we had better go!” This was Bi 1 talking. “Aw. who’s gonna come to a haunted house? If Ann hadn’t made a fcol of herself at the station. leavin’ the kid with some poor nut that thought she’d forgotten it—” “I was scared!” defended the woman. “Yes, you was! Never mind, old Murray never knows the difference. He thinks Betty’s with her aunt at the hotel, and her aunt thinks she couldn’t come, so—” He laughed gleefully. “We’ll stay here until midnight, then run up in the hills to our cabin.” With every sense alert. Gerald strained his eyes to see. but could only catch a faint glow of light. His better judgment restrained him from climbing the stairs. Suddenly he stood tense. A temptation was assailing him full force. Why not? Why could he not leave these kidnappers and return to his friends, report “nothing doing” and let them return? By the time morning came these two men would be miles and miles away. Why net let the man who had brusquely discharged and disappointed him suffer? What a revenge to see that composed and unconcerned face marked by anxiety and helpless rage. Then Geia'd pulled himself up. shocked. horrified at his thoughts. He crept to the door, and, as if in a daze, informed his waiting comrades of what he had heard. “We’ve got tc do something!” Harold helplessly started for the door. “Come back here!” hissed Jack. “One Page Sixty-eight of us is going to get the limousine. When we hear you coming, we’ll scare ’em out and try to grab the girl. “I’m going.” Gerald crashed recklessly off through the brush. Passing the rest in the bushes, he whispered, “Kidnappers! Lie still!” and rushed on, running like a deer over the rough ground. Branches tore at his cap. whipped his face, and scratched his hands, but he ran on, dodging trees and bushes, and finally found himself at camp. He never remembered how he managed to stagger into the garage and back out the Grayson limousine, but it was done. The return trip was swift, and almost silently accomplished. The bov hid the machine behind a leafy clump of bushes, and sprang out. He found the group still in hiding. The boys had ioined them and were talking in low tones. “Look here. Gerald.” Bob cast a backward glance at the house. “I believe they’ve gone to sleep. There’s not been a light or a sound since you left.” “I don’t care whether they are or not. I’m going to get Betty Murray.” The moonlight showed the marks of fatigue, and of contact with thorny bushes, on his face, but there was also an expression of grim determination. “I’m going up those stairs.” he continued. “And I want two of you at the foot of them. The rest can wait outside.” “But, Gordon! Are you mad? You can’t fight against pistols with vour bare hands. Bob urged. “Take the shotgun out of the car. Here, I’ll get it.” He ran forward to the machine. Gerald silently took it and went towards the bui'ding. He could not explain the grim courage that inspired him: he only knew that he must save Charley Murray’s child for him. Harold and Jack followed him. Inexperienced as they were at the game of shooting, they knew they could use sheer strength if nothing else. The three entered the house and stepped cautiously across the rotten old floor. Then Gerald disappeared up the stairs. It seemed ages that they waited there. Jack peered up the old stairway with a shudder. “Hope he doesn’t—” Crash! The boys jumped as somethin came hurtling down the stairs. It struck them halfway, and ro’led heavily to the bottom, a shapeless, huddled heap. They stood back, breathless, an instant before investigating. Jack bent over the object, cautiously touched it with his hand, and then cried out— “It’s one of the men! Tie him!” He seized his pocket handkershief. tore it and bound the hands of the now groaning man. Together they lifted and car- AHLSTRAND’S GROCERY Phone 321 AHLSTR AND’S GROCERY Greenville Michigan R. J. TOWER ELECTRIC COMPANY Electric Service Always Wiring, Materials and Page Sixty-nine sa0 ICE CREAM Confectionery Lunches Cigars and Tobacco GEO. KELLAR Greenville, ... Michigan E. S. CLARK Greenville’s Style Center Dry Goods and Ready-to-Wear E. S. CLARK Greenville, - Michigan ried him off a few feet, then waited further developments. Upstairs was now raging a fierce battle. Several of the other boys rushed in and up the steps. Almost at the top, two clenched figures descended upon them and stumbled, slipped, slid, then fell down. They were surrounded by everyone in an instant. Rolling and thrashing over the rough floor, they fought like two wild cats. “Ow! ’hough!” It was a cowardly cry that the bully uttered. Gerald rose, panting, and stood over him. ‘‘Tie him!” he commanded. Jack and Harold fe 1 on him and sat astride. “There isn’t anything to tie him with—” “The tow-rope!” Bob was off to the car. Gerald surveyed his victim with a malicious glance. I suppose you thought I was going to kill you.” “Don’t sit on me, fellas.” he pleaded. ‘Shall we take him back to town?” asked Jack. “He’s pretty rough.” “I’ll take him back.” answered Gerald. “The girl and the baby are up there yet.” He started for the stairway. “Catch him!” Jimmy Gates rushed to the doorway. “The other one—” He plunged out into the yard in pursuit of a flying figures. Nobody had seen the apparently unconscious man in the corner s owly creep along the wall toward the door, until he suddenly rose and dashed out. The next instant he was in the kidnapper’s car, unseen under a huge tree, and a smaller figure, carrying a bundle in its arms, had jumped from back of the house and run bo1 the car. They were gone down the road. Two minutes later, Gerald. Evelyn, Jack and Bob were in the limousine in hot pursuit. Far ahead and out of the woods by this time was the powerful car with Anna Kovensky and the kidnapped child of Charles Murray. It was now driven by a thoroughly desperate nan. CHAPTER IV. “Look out for this rough stretch. Gerald.” Bob was leaning forward, studying the road. Even as he spoke, a succession of jolts shook the car and Gerald was forced to essen the speed. “Hang on!” he shouted. “I’ll turn off and squeeze between these trees!” The machine turned and lurched through the grass, narrowly escaping collisions with the trees, and zigzagged along until it had passed the rocky stretch. Then the driver swung it up into the road again,and made up for lost time. “Gerald, you demon, stop it!” Page Seventy Evelyn half rose, screaming, as the powerful machine rushed madly cn. Roaring, it plunged forward with dizzying speed. Each time it struck a rut the occupants jumped from their seats. The silent driver paid no heed to protests. “Lights ahead!” Bob’s tense voice snapped the strain of watching. “Ease up here, Gerald, I’ 1 take a chance on their tires.” He drew a small shining object from his pocket. Closer and closer they gained cn the fleeing car, still maintaining the powerful, sure, swift speed. Now their lights shone on the back of it. Its rear window winked back at them. Then Bob reached out and took careful, experienced aim. Crack! A iet of flame and one of the tires ahead was flat. Bang! Another followed, and with a wobblv lurching, as it ran crazilv from side to side, the kidnapper’s car came to a standstill. “Stop, man! Look out!” cried Bob. horrified. Gera'd worked frantically to avoid crashing into the machine ahead. He jammed on the brakes, ierked the wheel madly, bnt not soon enough. The limousine slowed down. but. as it missed the other car. it veered and went crashing into a tree bv the side of the road. A grinding smash, a sickening jingle of breaking glass, and they knew no more. CHAPTER V. Gerald awoke in a strange white room. He closed his eyes after that first impression, fcr his head ached with a fierce throbbing pain. Voices at his side, the low voice of a nurse and doctor, aroused him again. He opened his eyes and turned his head. “Well!” The doctor’s cheerful greeting caused him to smile slight y. “You’re coming cn, now. Thought you’d sleep several hours more.” Gerald brushed his hand across his forehead. Confused n emories troubled him. Why was he here? What was that around his head ? Then he remembered. Cold fear gripped him. “The kidnappers!” He attempted to arise. “Betty Murray—did they—” The nurse forced him down. “It’s all right; she’s home again,” she smiled. Gerald stared at her. “How—where are Harold and Evelyn ? Tell me— everything.” Dr. Bryce turned toward the d'c'or. “I think the young lady can tel! you everything best. And Charlie Mun-ay and his wife wish to see you also.” Gerald wearily submitted, his eves fixed on the doorway. It was only two minutes before the doctor returned. With him were Gerald’s parents, Evelyn, and the Murray family. Evelyn carried a morning newspiapen Her face was triumphant. g I The Greenville State Bank EXTENDS CONGRATULATIONS Sheaff er’s FOUNTAIN PENS AND PENCILS Are the best for School Work Highfield Drug Co. “On the Corner” Page Seventy-one Let Us Show You OUR LINE OF ?5 CHASE BROS. Pianos and Players BRUNSWICK Phonographs and Records The Two Rest Lines Meach White C. C. LYON, Mgr. 318 South Lafayette St. “Allen A HOSIERY Silks at $1.00 to $2.50 “Allen A” Chiffons in the different shades at $2.50 Wyckoff Smith triumphant. “Hello, Dad.” the bov stretched out his hand to his father. “Mother tell you ? ” He nodded, unable to speak. His mother, projd and smiling down at him. said: “Dad came home with vou ast night.” “Last nigh:?” he puzzled. “Let’s have things explained to him,” proposed Evelyn. “I’ll read the account in the morning paper.” “The attempted kidnapping of Betty Murray, daughter of Air. and Mrs. Charles Murray of this city, was happily frustrated last evening. “The child’s nurse.i aid. Anna Koven-sky, has been threatened several times during the last month bv the alleged kidnappers, William Ryan and Joseph Marks. She finally agreed to meet Ryan, a former chauffeur of Mr. Murray’s, at a certain p ace in Elmville, with the child, on the pretext that she was to visit Mrs. Joclyn Norton, a sister of Mrs. Murray’s. However, on the train, she became frightened at her own action and left the child with Mr. Gerald Gordon of this city, attempting to make her escape. She was stopped by Ryan, however, and Mr. Gordon gave her back the child, without knowing, of course, the circumstances. The two escaped to a rendezvous occupieu by Marks at the time, and planned to stay there. Their plans were upset by a party of young ca.i pers from Allenville, who discovered their plot. Luckily Mr. Gordon was among them. He was the foremost factor in conquering—” “Skip that,” said Gerald, impatiently. Evelyn traced her finger down the column. “It te Is all about the chase and the smash-up ” she added, -wincing at; the moment, and then: “A few minutes after the accident, a car driven by Mr. Arnold Rogers of Boston, who was taking Mr. Gordon of A’len-ville home, came upon the scene. The kidnappers’ car being worthless the two men took home the young people and the three badly frightened miscreants were deposited in the county jail, where they are awaiting trial.” “Miss Ellsworth was not injured, but the two young men in the front seat were cut by flying glass. Mr. Gordon suffered the most. He had opened the door to leap from the car when it struck the tree, and he was severely bruised about the head and shoulders, besides suffering a dislocated collar-bone and minor injuries.” Mr. Murray took Gerald’s hand. “I want to apologize for all I said to you yesterday,” he said, huskily. “A man doesn’t always mean what he savs. So if you care to take the place, I’d like to have you in my office as assistant-manager. I can’t thank you enough.” he finished, rather lamely. “Betty is a'.l we have, you know.” Page Seventy-two Gerald rather awkwardly stammered out his thanks. “I’ll try to earn it. he said. When they had gone he turned to the others—“Can I see the paper? I don’t be'ieve they put in half there is to tell.” “That Kovenskv girl must have g t out on the porch roof and let herself and the girl down,” he reflected, as he studied the account. “Queer how she net scared on the train and then helped the others later on. But I want to tell you,” he was silent a moment and thon slowly told of the temptation that had assailed him upon discovering the plot. “I’d always have regretted it.” he finished, slowly. “I guess it’s better to give a fe low a good turn than to strike back with a dirty trick!.” “Good for you. son,” beamed his father. “But don’t you ever be afraid to tell me anything again.” “Time’s up,” announced the nurse, and as they reluctantly left, she added, “Now you’re going to sleep; young man. You’re pretty well banged up, and it may be a while before you leave this place.” “It’s worth it.” responded Gerald, as he closed his eves and drifted into a deep sleep, with a pleasant sense of having accomplished something worth while. Rouge Rex Shoes and More Mileage Shoes The Best for the Least Money Shoe Repair Service J. G. Wolfer 306 South Lafayette St. Greenville. - Michigan Baldwin’s BARBER SHOP Is the place to go when you are in need of anything in our line Children’s Haircutting a Specialty Baldwin’s Barber Shop Page Seventy-three BENEDICT’S DISGRACE FOR A GIFT You want the best you can get when you buy Whitman’s Chocolates tJiSe to S5.00 per Box Gould’s Drug Store “The Prescription Store” Greenville, - Michigan Packard Bros. For Service and Satisfaction —Dry Goods —Ready-to-W ear —Men’s Furnishings Packard Bros. Greenville, Mich. Page Seventy-four There lived some people in Vermont, Religious people they. Their living from the soil was scant, Tho’ laboring hard each day. Three spies to Michigan they sent To seek a better land; They went by foot and wagon, too. O’er hot and dreary sand. At last the verdure brighter grew. Proclaimed a richer soil From which they might be led to hope A surer pay for toil. They turned their faces home with joy. Like Israel’s spies cf old; The land so full of maple groves. A wondrous story to’d. At sacrifice they sold their farms. Left home and friends so dear To brave the hardships of the trail. Nor Indians did thev fear. At last they reached the promised land. And suffered thev no ill: In memory of their former home They called it Vermontville. In early spring the people all To forest did repair; They tapped the grand old maple trees And made much sugar there. The thick and luscious sugar thev Brought home in wagon 'oads; The village youths cheered as they saw It coming o’er the roads. The shepherd of this saintly flock Was Benedict so true. Revered by all, this holy man The will of God did do. No princely salary blest his lot; By labor of his hand The family needs must he supply. In this new fertile land. From nvorn ti l night six days a week He toiled an iong the rest. But on the holv Sabbath dav The people he addressed. One Sabbath morn the people came To keep their holv pact. To lift to God their thankful hearts That nothing they had lacked. But to their horror thev beheld A coming down the road. Their minister in week-dav clothes Atop a maple load. Their heads they bowed: their grief was great. That he who took the lead Should break the holv Sabbath dav With this unseemly deed. BENEDICT’S DISGRACE—(Continued) Then one by one they sought their pews. Some dropped a bitter tear. Some bowed the knee and prayed aloud For one they held so dear. But others, sitting stern and cold With unrelenting scorn. Thought only of the awful deed. ’Twixt love and pity torn. Then slowly up the aisle he came As though a blow were dealt. With weary step and whitened face Before the altar knelt. “O God,” he cried in grief and pain, “Thou knowest I meant it not. I knew not ’twas thy holy day. The Sabbath I forgot. “Thou wi t not hold me guilty. Lord. ’Twill ne’er occur again. Forgive the error of this day;” All ioined with him. “Amen.” —Alice Lewis. ’25. A DESPERATE ATTEMPT Our English teacher meant no harm. When to us she said. “You pupils to complete this course Must write me a ballad.” To sow.® it brought a great delight. To me it brought a dread. My final thought was, “Oh Gee! what next. To make our cheeks turn red?” Some teachers joke about the grammar. Some joke about the feet. But, the slams we’l! get from these ballads . Will have all others beat. These measures are very confusing, The rhyme is even worse: But the iob of writing this ballad Would make a Deacon curse. I’ve done my best in writing this, I know ’tis very poor; But please accept this one attempt And never ask for more. (By a student in Miss Macomber’s Literature Class) Si SOME DAY YOU will buy INSURANCE We offer counsel and solicit your putronane E. A. Kemp Son Greenville Floral Co. Wholesale and Hetail Cut Flowers ami Potted Plants 1 Funeral Work a Specially n B Greenville Floral Co. Page Seventy-five The Most Successful People Keep Their Life and Property Constantly Insured Do You? For Insurance in ALL Its Branches, See li. J. Thompson Son Commercial Hank Building i Gift Novelties that will be Appropriate for the Graduate Always something new and interesting at Edsall’s Book Store Greenville. Michigan jfjnimjMiimn....ii'iaein-i.. A LESSON IN HUMAN NATURE By Marion Kern The office ctf the hug“ school building was nearly fil ed with people—people seeking excuses,—teachers, hurrying about or buzzing together in groups of two and three,—a speaker,—a congressman who evidently thought himself of great importance,—two women—delegates from sorre state society, probably: at least they weren’t interesting to the worried-looking line of students. It was warm in the office, and the flies buzzing on the upper window-panes were the only accompaniment to the “scratch” of the teacher’s stub pen as she scrawled excuse after excuse for the supposedly delinquent students. The line shifted and moved forward, heaved a sigh and waited for the next one to be excused. Why were teachers always so interminably slow when one wanted them to hurry? Ah! They were having an argument. We i, that was interesting, even if it did bode i!l will for someone. The unlucky student was a girl of some sixteen years, evidently of foreign parentage, judging by the hesitancy of her speech and the quick, expressive gestures of her hands. “But ’twill take a long time.” she was explaining swiftly, “a very long tin e. Four weeks at least, maybe five, maybe ‘seex.’ ” “Appendicitis, you say?” queried the teacher, thoughtfully cleaning her sjpec-tae’es and placing them back on her shall) nose. “Um-m. Yes, at least six weeks,” she said, slowly, “and may be more if it’s really serious” “You rray report here immediately after school this afternoon,” she continued, “and I will give you your credentials and a note for you to take with you to the hospital.” The girl turned and swiftly left the office. Outside she leaned against the wall and mopped her hot fact on a doubtfu' looking handkerchief. If the teacher, back in the stuffy old office, had seen the impish grin on her face at that moment, she might have been skeptical as to the absolute truth of the story just told her. However, as she had not seen it. she firmly believed she had just heard a very pitiful tale of a very poor looking girl, who was stricken with appendicitis and. being too poor to go to the local hospital, was being sent to a state institution as an object of charity. That night after school the teacher, whose name was Cardell. expressed her utmost syn pathy with this girl and sent her awav with her credentials and the note explaining her circumstances as she had promised. Jenka. immediately went to her home. Page Seventy-six buying: an evening: paper on her way there, which she scanned quickly. At the “Help Wanted” page she paused, wrinkled up her nose, straightened it out again, jetted down several addresses on a slip of paper, put on her best clothes and left the house. At the first house where she called there was no one at home. The second house, ho.wever. seemed to be opportunity itself, as she was immediately confronted by an energetic specimen of humanity, who demanded the cause of her presence, and, after a grilling set of questions had been asked, employed Jenka, for a small sum of money, with the understanding that she was to go home each afternoon at four o’clock. Jenka’s absence at school, of course, caused no suspicion whatever because of the completeness of her statements, but at home, after she had been employed for about a week, her mother became nearly frantic at her failure to come home at the usual time one night. In desperation she called the school house. Miss Cardell answered the ’phone and by the aid of an interpreter, a small neighbor girl of the same nationality, she learned that Jenka’s mother supposed that Jenka was in school and had been for a week. Miss Cardell was so confused and perplexed by this statement that she felt absolutely helpless for the first time in all her efficient life. Realizing, however, that Jenka must be found, and at once, she telephoned the police and filed a description of the missing girl with them. About midnight Miss Cardell was awakened by a sleepy landlady who disgustedly informed her that there were a policeman and two girls to see her downstairs Hastily dressing, she went below where she saw a very white and tear-stained Jenka and a girl who slightly resembled her, who proved to be Jenka’s cousin. Little by little Miss Cardell got the whole story of how Jenka had wanted nice clothes and could not have them; of how she had wanted to go to dances and parties as her cousin did; and, most of all, how she had wanted to act and look like other girls. Growing desperate with the intenseness of her one great desire. Jenka had framed up the whole scheme for getting away from school and had told Miss Cardell she was going to the state hospital. After a half-choked apology. Jenka went home to her greatly perplexed m other. Her cousin, however, staved and pleaded with Miss Cardell to hush up the whole affair which she presently consented to do. But,—Do you wonder that Miss Cardell has lost all faith in human nature ? 'GynmiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiHiiiiuinnr PERKS CASH MARKET Best of MEATS PERKS MARKET ■’I, one 11)2 Greenville. Michigan RHOTON’S 5 and 10c Stores The Store where you can get what you want, when you want it and at the price you want to pay ............... Khoton's • l()c Stores Greenville, Michigan Paire Seventy-seven P Ke Seventy-eight ANNUAL FOOTBALL BANQUET On January 23. 1924, the Greenville football fans gave the second annual banquet to the football team at the Winter .Inn where an excellent supper was served by the members of the girls’ basketball team. After the supper the toastmaster. Rev. S. C. Parsons, introduced the speakers, who talked on some snappy topics concerning “Scrimmage.” Talks were given by Howard Olsen, L. W. Ranney, Walter Rawling, Hosie Sutherland, W. R. Booker and Coach Malcolmson. Coach Ralph H. Young, from M. A. C., finished the program with an interesting and instructive speech on “Football In General.” After the program the business men presented the football team with sweaters. These were g'adly accepted by the boys. —Lyle Price. ’24. FAREWELL PARTY About a dozen girls surprised Ruth Fitzsimmons at the home of Lucile Bowman, the evening of January 24. 1924. There was music and dancing and a game of progressive bunco. Doris Amidon won the bunco prize. Miss Bowman served refreshments. Everyone enjoyed the evening but all were sorry that it must be a farewell to Miss Fitzsimmons, who was leaving for Grand Rapids. —Ruth Bower. ’24. BASKETBALL BANQUET After the boys returned from the basket-ba'l tournament, the girls’ team entertained them by giving them a delicious banquet. The table was very prettily decorated with purple and gold. No speeches were giv n. After the feed the boys and girls entertained themselves by dancing in the gymnasium. —Lucv Weeks. ’24. FACULTY PARTY The faculty gave a party to the high school students last fall that was a big success. A comic play was presented in which a person, for a small sum. cou'd be changed into anything he wished. Refreshments were served and the rest of the evening was spent in dancing. A good time was reported by the students. JUNIOR SENIOR PARTY On the 4th cf December, a small majority of the Juniors and Seniors assembled in the gymnasium, prepared for all kinds of frolic. Thep spent a pleasant evening in the enjoyment of comradeship. The evening’s entertainment began with a short program, “The Tragedy of the Little Red Schoolhouse.” This was given by a group of representative students, who showed great skill in portraying their parts. The play was very much appreciated. After this, Clifton McFarland gave a number of readings and impersonations, displaying remarkable talent. The rest of the evening was spent in dancing, with music furnished by Crawford’s cl-chestra. Refreshments were served later. Everyone voted the party a complete success, and it will be remembered as one of old G. H. S’s most memorable events. —Agneta Hansen. ’25. FRESHMAN AND SOPHOMORE PARTY One of the most laughable scenes of the new year was the “Hard Times” party, held in the High School Gymnasium by the Freshman and Sophomore classes, on January 4, 1924. Everybody—that is, those that were eligible—turned out in the best costumes that could possibly be worn by a “hard timer.” The decorations, both in color and arrangement, were suitable to the occasion. A short program of shadow pictures was given by a number of the students, assisted by Miss Huizinga. After the program, all joined in playing games until the wonderful music from the Hatch and Lindquist orchestra was heard: then everyone was seen dancing until (can you guess?) well, eleven o’clock. —Esther Madsen. ’26. FRIDAY NIGHT PARTIES This year there have not been the usual number of Friday night parties, because cf the number of outside interests calling people’s attention. The students have not responded very well when a vote was taken for the number wanting a party. The committee was able to finance them, but had a very small surplus. Those attending seemed to have a good time, especially when the various teachers in charge saw to it that everyone was dancing. —Joe Christensen. ’25. FAREWELL TO SISTER FRITZ A number of the high school students, with Miss Null and Mr. Whale as chaperons, gathered at the home of Mr. and Mrs. A. G. Faber to bid farewell to Ruth Fitzsimmons, who was soon to leave our dear old brain factory and take up school duties in Grand Rapids. For entertainment, games were played, and aside from that everyone who had a sweet tooth was surely satisfied. Page Seventy-nine Nelson’s Market Choice Meats Phone No. 11 Greenville, M ichi an A' •. xmiimniamniniiiii mu : r!: . - ■ TRY THE Willard Service STATION FOR Starting - Lighting - Hadio Batteries also R. C. A. Radio Receiving Sets and Accessories Next Time Replace those Dry Cells on your Radio with,Willard Rechargable Radio Batteries. They save you money W. A. WILLIAMS A Slinrpe’s (inrage Tel. 9-2 We are stare Ruth will never forget the days of hard labor and the good times she had while she was in Greenville High School, and I am sure everyone regretted to see her leave us. —Ruth Schermerhorn. ’25. DEMOLAY DANCE ’Twas a cold bleak night on November 16, 1923, when seventy-five couples gathered in the K. of P. hall to enjoy a dance given by the DeMolay chapter. It was the first atternDt at entertain-n ent that the chat ter had made since its installation in Greenvil e in May. 1923. Of course, only members of the chapter and Master Masons with their ladies, who acted as chaperones, were included in the assembly. The music furnished bv “Bob Crawford’s five-piece orchestra,” suited the dancers to perfection. Miss Winifred Story presented a solo dance; Mrs. Stanley Kemp, a vocal solo, and Miss Roberta Lindquist favored us with a violin solo. What had seemed complete before was really comple.e then. At e even thirty intermission was announced and refreshments, consisting of “punch” and wafers, were served. At twelve o’clock dancing was resumed and continued until two o’clock. ----Peg. Heath, ’25. BOYS’ BASKETBALL FEED Friday evening, March 28, Coach Vroeg and his wife entertained the basketball n en and their lady friends at a dinner at the Winter Inn. The guests also included Mr. and Mrs. Booker. Mr. Whale and Mr. Slentz. The dinner was enjoyed immensely and was a decided success. —Bv One Present. THE JUNIOR AND SENIOR PICNIC OF JUNE, 1924. AS FORECAST BY A JUNIOR The Juniors’ custom of giving a picnic to the Senior class was established years ago, although the treasury of the Junior class might be much better off if this custom were abolished. The committees are appointed, and by working hard, ac-comp ish these things: the soliciting of enough food to fill those superior beings —the Seniors; the entertaining committee has to rent boats that don’t leak (at least not much) for those same Seniors to ride upon Baldwin’s watery depths; the toasting comes next; the great toastmaster and his group of burnt crumbs entertain. After supper there is half an hour or so of clean-up work. Everyone is sitting around waiting patiently or otherwise. The orchestra wails off the first piece. The remainder of the evening is spent in dancing. The chaperones become tired. The orchestra has played Page Eighty for all the time the bankrupt Juniors have been able to hire them. Then home again. Another successful Junior and Senior picnic over. —Josephine Christensen. ’25. FRESHMAN AND SOPHOMORE PICNIC OF JUNE. 1924. AS FORECAST BY A SOPHOMORE As usual the Freshmen and Sophomores will ho.d their annual picnic at Baldwin lake. Some will enjoy boating while others will prefer to swim. Then will come the eats, everything to satisfy the appetites of hungry Freshies. Of course some of the brilliant speakers will entertain. And last, a dance will follow. —Doris Kingsbury, ’24. ATHLETIC BANQUET We are all eagerly looking forward to May second, when the sixth annual athletic banquet will take place. For the people who have attended one of these banquets before it is a much looked for event: those who never have attended have heard so much about the good eats, toasts, decorations, entertainment, gay clothes and dancing that they are waiting as impatiently as the rest. —Kathrvn McIntyre. DEBATERS’ BANQUET On April 24, the debating team of 1923-24 was entertained at a dinner at the Winter Inn. by the coach. Mr. Whit-temore. Among the guests were Mr. Booker, Mr. and Mrs. Slentz, Mu Vroeg and Mr. Wha’e. A verv pleasing dinner was served and enjoyed by everyone present. -—By One Fed. SENIOR PLAY “Nothing But the Truth.” a comedy in three acts, will be presented bv the Senior class. It is coached by Miss Mary E. Fish and Mr. Victor Whittemore. The cast includes the following: Robert Bennett...............Dempster Yinger E. M. Ralston.........Alton Jorgensen Richard Donnelly.................Leon Greei.e Clarence VanDusen......Lawrence Weeks Bishop Doran ..........William Bower Gwendolyn Ralston.....Edith R. Smith Mrs. E. M, Ralston......Helen Wa’ker Ethel Clark......................Ruth Bower Mabel and Sabel— Doris Wright. Kathryn McIntyre Martha............... 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Cooper—“How do your skates go?” Clif.—“These go like a pair of snowshoes.” Malcolmson—“What is meant bv replacement fund?” Dempster Y.—“Something to take the place of a good thing when it wears out.” Malcolmson—“Everything wears out in time; engines and even coaches will wear out.” Bab—“What would you do if a Johnny should kiss you on the forehead?” Ruth—“Call him down.” In Freshman Latin class, discussing the superstitious Romans: Miss Ford—“Why won’t the Romans fight while the moon is full?” Bill Browne—“Too much moonshine.” Dorothy Thompson looking at a collection of bugs. Dorothy—“Where do you find all those bugs you’ve got?” Grace Bower—“Well, where do you suppose?” Dorothy—“Search me!” Mr. Whittemore (in physics)—“Mr. McFarland, who was the Duke of Tuscanv?” Clif.—“Why, er. he was a well-digger.” Mr. Whittemore (in physics)—“Does anyone in the class know what causes falling hair?” Leon Greene—“Gravity.” Whittemore (in physics)—“Leon, what is energy?” Leon (rather startled)—“What was the question?” Whittemore—“You must have seen the “Third Alarm” last night and failed to hear the first alarm this morning.” Mr. Slentz (in U. S. history)—“Who kil'ed President Lincoln?” Shorty—“An assassin.” Mr. Vroeg (in sociology)—“Now, Edward, can you tell me anything about the age of iron?” Kelley—“I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty on that subject.” Nels—“Have vou ever had the experience of going before an audience?” Red—“No, I spoke in public once but they all went before I did.” Clif.—“Did vou know that thev had flving machines wav back in the time of Esau and Jacob?” Norman—“No. but did thev?” Clif.—“Don’t vou remember we read about Esau selling his ‘heirship’ to his brother Jacob?” Uncle—“Herbert, do vou lead in anything at school ?” Brown—“Yes; I lead the whole school when we leave at noon.” rTTiimmnnmmr « The Hotel Phelps (BRICK HOTEL) Greenville, Michigan 50 Outside Rooms Several With Bath Kuropean $1.00 and Up HOT AND COLD WATER . EVERY ROOM O. M. RAKER, Proprietor IT PAYS TO TRADE AT The Greenville Dry Goods Co. 220 S- Lafayette St. GREENVILLE, MICHIGAN Page Eignty-three Greenville Candy Store ANTONIO OLIVIERO, Proprietor Greenville, Michigan Phone 394 FRED J. COLE INSURANCE In all its Branches Greenville, Mich. MAGAZINE SECTION Needlecraft—Edith Rosemary Smith. American Boy—Leon Greene. Literary Digest—Ruth Bower. Iowa Home-Maker—Kon and Ole. Modern Priscilla—Lois Bower. Whiz Bang—Agatha Mount. Country Gentleman—William Bower. Life—Clifton McFar’and. Michigan Farmer—Leslie Bigler. Ladies’ Hoore Journal—Ethel Clark. Little Folks—Ruth Jones and Morgan H. Living Age—Whale. WThittemore. World’s Work—Helen Walker. Outing—Roy Chase. Athletics—Malcolmson. Successful Farmer—Alton Jorgensen. Time—Hosie. Current Events—Dorothy Brown. Popu'ar Mechanics—Herbert Brown. Red Book—Hope Mclntvre. Green Book—Edwin Green. Blue Book—Beatrice Kraft. Motion Picture—Dorothv Thompson. Woman’s Home Companion.—Robert Arbo-gast. McCalls—Marian Chandler. Etude----Doris Wright. Harper’s—Albert Blanding. Vanity Fair—Helen Gravelle. Elite—Charlotte Nielsen. Vogue—Esther Madsen. Judge—Mr. Slentz. Michigan Sportsman—Larrv Weeks. Good Housekeeping—Kate and Glenn. Farmer’s Wife—“Joe” Christensen. Youth’s Companion—Dorothv Wittkopp. Mr. Slentz, O’ Mr. Slentz, who are those Dignified men marching up the aisle? They are Seniors, cheer up: You’ll be one in a little while. Mr. Slentz. O’ Mr. Slentz. who are those Jolly Jesters, taking up the aisle? Those are Juniors, cheer up! You’ll be one in a little while. Mr. Slentz, O’ Mr. Slentz, who are those Snappy steppers, waltzing up the aisle? They are Sophomores, cheer up! You’ll be one in a little while. Mr. Slentz. O’ Mr. Slentz, who are those Funny Flappers strutting up the aisle? They’re Freshmen, cheer up! You’ll be one but a little while. Clif, putting on his rubbers, preparatory to skipping at 3:00 p. m. Mr. Slentz—“Clifton, what are vou putting on your rubbers for?” Clif.—“I am taking them off because they are too heavy.” Page Eighty-four Recipe—Inducing People to Make Preparations for Their Lessons. 3 cups of good working brains. 2 cups of determination. 2 ounces of honesty to yourself and teachers. 2 tablespoonfu’s of ambition. 1 teaspoonful of good nature. Mix determination, honesty to yourself and teachers, and ambition together with your good working brains. Place in the assembly room for forty minutes of earnest studying; if not quite ready at the end of this time, let study twenty minutes longer. Add one teaspoonful of good nature. Beat until it cannot be beaten any longer. It is then ready to be turned into the class room, which has been buttered1 with kindness. Mrs. Purdy—“Howard Crane, what aTe you doing?” Crane—“Negotiating.” Mrs. Purdy—“What do you mean by that?” Crane—“Oh, comparing notes.” Mrs. Purdy (absent mindedly)—“I’d like some of those green backs.” D. Darnell—“So would I.” Red—“Clif, your overcoat is rather loud.” Clif.—“You won’t think that when I put on my muffler.” Elizabeth Rarden—“It’s only six o’clock, and I told you to come after supper.” Lyle Price—“Well, that’s what I came after.” Konnie—“Howard, that candv in the window makes my mouth water.” Ole—“Then spit.” Our fashion plate, Howard Nelson, predicts for the style in young men’s trousers this fall, extremely long trouser legs with ruffles on the bottoms. Mote—“What are you thinking about?” She (sweetly)—“Nothino-” Mote—“Why weren’t you thinking about me?” She—“I was.” Student in Miss Forreider’s physiology class—“How long could I live without brains?” Miss Forreider—“That remains to be seen.” Kelley---“What do you expect to be when you are done going to school?” Crane—“Grey-headed.” Shorty Jorgensen—“I dreamed I died last night.” Darnell—“What woke you up?” Shorty—“The heat.” STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES with Courteous Service and Quality AT MINIMUM PRICE Obetts Leweke Successors to Obetts Of Walter Compliments of Weeks’ Monument Works C. W. WEEKS, Prop. Greenville, Michigan Page Eighty-live Highest Grade Enamelware Sold b. F. R. Martin 0 Co. Areola Distributors for Montcalm County Greenville, Michigan Will H. Lester, M. D. G. H. S. Class 1894 208 E. Cass St. Phone 125 Greenville, Michigan Frank LeVa ley (in history)—“I think Woman Suffrage is a failure because women are too easily convinced of anything.” Slentz—“Frank. I’m afraid you’re wrong. Your experience along that line must have been very limited to draw such a conclusion.” Young man, young lady, nice car. moonlight night. He—“Let me hold vour hand.” She—“No. this isn’t Palm Sunday.” He—“I know it. It isn’t Independence Day either.” One Thursday morning, during chapel, a lady happened to be present to witness the prograin. She sat down in a vacant seat and just at that time Mr. Whale came walking by and stopped beside the seat. “Pardon me, is this vour seat?” said the lady. Mr. Whale, looking rather embarrassed at me thought of being mistaken for a school boy, replied: “No, ma’am; I don’t believe it is.” Teacher in English Class—“What number is the noun “trousers?” Frosh—“Both numbers, because they are singular at the top and plural at the bottom.” BOBBED HAIR A fitting subject for discussion is the question of whether or not bobbed hair is suitable for girls. Many girls are benefitted in the way of good looks. It shows the fine and shapely head and neck. When promenading a girl looks better, as her hat must needs be smal er to fit over a much smaller quantity of hair. Other girls can testify that bobbed hair is easier to take care of. as it does not snarl and knot itself into so many fantastic shapes and forms. A girl does not have to buy large and fancy hairpins if she has bobbed hair. Thus she benefits her father’s pocket-book. And in the way of sleep, why a girl can sleep at least five minutes more in the morning. But Miss Bobby has liabilities as well as assets. Many girls look very grotesque with bobbed hair, especial y if they have their hair shingled to a verv great extent. Other girls wear out their fingers rubbing the backs of their necks, and they wear out their father’s razors shaving their necks. One of the teachers remarked, “You girls will wear out your hair co.r bing it.” Many “Bobbies” have to draw on their father’s pocketbooks to buv soap, as they have to wash their necks. It Page ICIghty-six also necessitates using: a greater quantity of powder on their exposed necks. A prominent New York physician states: “The girls that have bobbed hair will be sorry. It will lead to baldness.” And last, but not least, if Samson’s strength came from his hair, many girls wi'l be very weak creatures. —Allison Svendsen. ’26. Oily to bed. oilv to rise Is the fate of a man when A Ford he buys. Callaghan—“Art. did vou ever stur'v blotter?” Art Wilson—“Naw. foolish.” Kelly—“It’s a very absorbing thing.” Auntie—“Are you one of those August Seniors ?” Doris S.—“No, I graduate in June.” Miss Fish to Mr. Whale—“Are you going swimming in the tank this after-noon ?” Mr. Whale—“No. the water’s too shallow for a big fish like me.” Dempster (translating French)—“How much do you weigh?” “I weigh 59 kilometers.” “What’s the matter with Lyle Cairns today? He acts all tired out?” “Oh. he lifted his voice at the Glee club yesterday and he isn’t used to working.” John, forced to write cn the customs and manners of Africa, made short work of it. He chewed his pencil for five minutes then he wrote. “The people of Africa ain’t got no manners and they don’t wear no costumes.” Glen—“I’m quite a near neighbor of yours now. I’m living right across the river.” Marian—“Indeed. I hope you’ll drop in someday.” Judge—“What is your occupation?” Bunny—“I haven’t any. I just circulate around, so to speak’ Ten School Commandments: 1. Thou shalt love thv fellow students. 2. Thou shalt respect thy teachers. 3. Thou shalt get up in time for school. 4. Thou shalt not throw paper wads. 5. Thou shalt not borrow and fail to return. 6. Thou shalt not talk unpleasantly about thine instructors. 7. Thou shalt not steal rubbers. 8. Thou shalt not write thine own excuses. 9. Thou shalt not skip classes. 10. Thou shalt have thv lessons well prepared. Winter Inn American and European Plan M. J. WTLSH, Proprietor Phone 291 Greenville, - - Michigan Trade at the Economy iClothing Co. “Where we Save You Money ” Greenville, Michigan Page Eighty-seven As Others See Us Dress so ’well that there can he no question about the correctness of your attire. It Pays. RJTS. CO IVIN “A Clothing Store for Everybody” One of Greenville’s Li vest Wires Universal Garment Co. Greenville, Michigan Page Eighty-eight Judge to Clerk—“Please note that this gentleman is retired from circulating for about thirty days.” Miss Macomber—“Give an example of a collective noun.” Pete Faber—“Vacuum-cleaner.” “Well, Frank, what’s the matter? You look worried.” LeValley—“Work, work, work, nothing but work from morning ’till night.” “How long have you been at it?” Frank—“I begin next week .” F—Funny Fellows. R—Real Rouges. O—Over Obstinate. S—So Sassy. H—Hardly Heard. One evening Tom Potter and his brother Dick took Peggy King and Ruth Bower to the show. On their wav home Tom was smoking, and one of the sparks from his cigarette flew to the back seat. Dick said—‘“Say, Tom, we don’t need your sparks back here.” “I hate that chap:,” said Charlotte as she put cold cream on her lips. Slentz—“Does anybody know wiiv the U. S. doesn’t take Mexico?” Howard N.—“It would be iust like taking candy away from a baby.” John R.—“How did you come out with your exams?” Howard N.—“Oh, I knocked ’em- co’d.” John—“How’s that?” Howard—“Got zero.” Slentz—“The reason Mexico doesn’t attack the United States is because it is too weak. The United States is larger and the size makes a lot of difference.” Kate—“I don’t believe size makes any difference because in the assembly room if we talk you make us stop, but you can talk all you want to, and some of us are as big as you are.” Mr. Booker (in Public Speaking)— ‘“What were we talking about yesterday at the end of class?” Julius—“About shooting rabbits.” Glen—“No, shooting squirrels.” Julius—“Oh. I know, it was about shooting something.” Negative debating team coming home from A'ma. Greene—“Is this Vestaburg?” Whittemore—“I don’t know. I can’t see the town for the grain elevator.” Slentz—“Can vou clog?” Donald Darnell—“Clog what?” Steffy—“He may be called upon at any ti.re to use his heart.” Mr. Vroeg—“Where did the good people go when they came to this country?” Shorty—“They went up into the mountains and they’re still there.” Kathryn Me. (pulling long hair from Cairns sleeve.)—“Look. Carrots.” Cairns—“T’aint mine.” John R. and Ruth M. were out riding in a cutter one cold frosty day. Ruth—“No one loves me. mv hands are cold.” John—“The Lord loves you. and vou can sit on your hands.” Miss Warner—“What was the cause of the failure of the banks?” Bernice B.—“Jackson said they had issue gold, instead of paper, and the banks failed and so did the crops.” I gazed on that face so cold and white, those hands so still, and realized that they would never mo e again—for my Ingersoll had stopped. Red Cooper—“I want a pocketbook for a lady that folds up in the middle.” Miss Patton—“What are the properties of nitrogen?” Elma Peck—“It has neither taste, odor nor sme 1.” Steffy—“I’m good in solid geometry.” Red C—“How’s that?” Steffy—“I prove all my triangles by identity.” Teacher to Bunny—“Walter, throw away your gum. I think the waste paper basket can hold it.” _ Ole to Kon—“Fail for me, dear, or I’ll knock you down.” Julius—“Say, are vou a Polock?” Luci e—“Yes, mv mother's name was Becker.” John R.—“I spilled some H2S04 on my hand and it surely made it smart.” Julius—“Why not drink some, then?” Caller—“What is your son Bob’s average income?” Mrs. Lincoln—“About midnight.” Mr. Vroeg (in sociology)—“Mr. Yinger, which has the greatest effect on a person, his social environment or his hereditary traits?” Dempster—“I firmly believe that one is most greatly affected bv one’s social environment.” Vroeg—'“Mr. Yinger, you’re getting cold feet in hot water now! How is it then that minister’s sons usual'.v become bad?” Wilfred—“I am a self-made man.” Dick—“Then you either had a strike or you had a darn poor mechanic.” Page Eighty-nine FOR EVERY OCCASION Style, Service, Comfort at a Moderate Price Wells’ Shoe Store ‘■‘■Quality Footwear’ The Best Light COLEMAN’S The Best Paint PATEK’S The Best Varnish VALSPAR The Best Stove ROUND OAK We Sell Them Greenville Hardware Company Marjorie Wo'.fer (speaking of a certain low note in music)—“wnv. no human being can sing that low. but some men can.” Red Dietrich—On his wav home from school at noon—“Well. I suppose I’ll have to go up to the dentist's and have this hollow tooth filled with arc'd.” Cliff—“I’ve grot a hollow tooth, too. but I’m going home and have it filled with mashed potatoes.” He tried to cross the n.broad track Before a rushing train: They put the pieces in a sack. But couldn't find the brain. The members of the staff of the Hi-Life of ”24 take this opportunity of thanking:, first the student body of Greenville High School, who helped unceasingly with whatever was asked or tnem; and, second, its subscribers who have so faithfully responded to the can for suinscriptions; and, Iasi but net least, the merchants of the city of Greenvi le, who have so great-ly helped in making: this the Hi-Life of ’24. a paying: undertaking:. —The Staff. Mr. Slentz—“Who were the black Republicans? Bob A.— The negroes. I guess.” Mr. Whittemore— We will take about the dry cell for tomorrow’s lesson. You’ll find the dry cell pretty wet though.” Leon—“Reminds me cf Prohibition.” Mr. Slentz—“What do they raise chiefly in the South?” L oyd—“Cotton, rice, and ‘cane.’ ” Mr. Booker—“Who were the three wise men?” Lyle D.—“Stop, Look, Listen.” During: a campaign speech of a politician. made at a country picnic, before a large audience, a negro approached the outskirts of the crowd and said to one of his colored friends—“Alec, who is that feller doin’ all that talltin?” to which Alec answered, “I doan know zact-ly what his na r e is. but he sho do recommend hisself highly.” Tenderfoot—“Why do they have knots on the ocean instead of miles? First-C ass Scout— Well, you see. they couldn’t have the ocean ’tide’ if there were no knots.” [f you are habitually tardy, memorize this1: The snow may stop the street cars. The rain may stop the “L,” The sleet may stop the buses. The I won’t be stopped by—anything. Page Ninety As the School Year Closes ' I rriie friendships, the happy faces, the little incidents of school life, these memories will grow increasingly tender as the years roll by. And future success, with its attendant happiness, depends as in school on right association. A bank account started early in life is a solid foundation upon which to develop into permanent structures the dream castles of youth. We welcome your account as the basis for a cordial banking friendship extending thru the future years. Commercial State Savings Bank GREENVILLE, MICHIGAN Pace Ninety-i For Picnics AND Parties ORDER YOUR Ice Cream or Sherbets BRICK OR BI LK FROM Petersen’s Creamery Phone 373 Yes, We Repair Your SHOES — Our Material is the Best —Our Prices Reasonable — Our Service Quick Balslev’s Shoe Shop At Wyckoff 0 Smith Shoe Store Proud Uncle-----“And what are vou going1 to be when you grow up. Red?” Red (aged seven) —“I’m going to be an air man.” Proud Uncle—“And what is lone going to be?” lone (aged five)—“I’m going to be an heiress.” Sophonvore—“Did vou see that movie. “Oliver Twist?” Freshman—“Yes; and say. wouldn't that make a peach of a book?” Ina H.—“What’s wrong with our car ? It squeals dreadfully.” Dick P.—“There’s pig iron in the axles.” Mr. Slentz—“Will you get up and light the fire?” Mrs. Slentz—“Don’t keep making incendiary speeches.” Evard S.—“My father and I know everything. Mike S.—“All right, where’s Asia?” Evard—“That’s one of the things my father knows.” “My son,” said the father, “is there anything you can do better than anyone else?” Mote—“Yes. sir: I can read mv own writing.” Mr. Slentz—“Wilfred, why are vou so late?” Wilfred—“I’ve got new boots on. and mother forgot to cut the string.” Lady—“She had a maiden complexion.” Kathryn—“Yes, it’s usually made in the bedroom.” Carrots—“I believe my teachers are German.” Nely—“Why?” Carrots—“My marks are so low.” Red Dietrich (in American literature) —“When Poe found his wife she seemed to be just what he was looking for.” Ruth S.—“What kind of a girl do you like best?” Bunny—“The ones that can make their complexion taste as good as they look.” Edwin G. (to lawyer)---“How much will you take to give me a divorce?” Lawyer—“If you will give me all of your divorce cases for ten years I will make you a special price.” Julius (trying to answer a question)— “Oh. I don’t know how to express it but—.” Howard N.—“Ha! that’s easy; express it by freight.” Page Ninety-two1 YOU SHOULD HAVE A LIFE CAREER MOTIVE The Greenville High School aids you by offering the following pre-vocational and vocational courses 1 Academic Commercial Industrial Arts Household Arts Agricultural W. R. BOOKER, Supt. C. V. COATS, Sec. Page Ninety-three Phone 52 IT PAYS! The Best of Everything m HARDWARE Reliable Hardware Co, J. E. VanWormer South End Grocer PHONE 20 WE SERVE YOU! PiiKt- Ninety-four Howard W. (chewing gum very hard) —“I’ve got a grudge against that pen-� F—Fierce Recitations. L—Late hours. U—Useless thought. N—No study. K—Knowing nothing. Minnie C.—“What would vou do if you died and there was no place to go?” Roy Chase—“I’d go down and fire up.” Mr. Vroeg (in sociology class)—“Mr. Callaghan, will you read the newspaper article vou were to bring to class today?” (Kelly reads it.) Mr. Vroeg—“Where did vou get that article ?” Kel!y—“Out of today’s paper.” Mr. Vroeg—“I’ll bet vou found it this noon just before coming to class.” Kelly—“No, sir; I read it yesterday.” Basil B.—“What do we take in sociology?” Nels—“The family.” (a chapter in Soc.) Basil B.—“What do we take in family?” Business Cards HARDEN RARDEN Attorneys N. 0. Griswold Martin V Attorneys FRED A. GLEASON —Reliable Insurance —Real Estate —Notary Public 110 South Lafayette St., Greenville. Mich. ISABELLA R. GANTON Lawyer Greenville, Michigan Phone 62 FRED A. JOHNSON. M. I). Phone 57 113 East Grove St. Greenville DR. G. G. BROWN. 1). I). S. Dentist Office Hours 8 a. m. to 6 d. m. Rasmussen Bldg. Phone 361 Eyes Examined—Glasses Fitted I. W. STROMSTA Optometrist Cook Com. Bank Bldg. Phone 42. Greenville C. R. KNIGHT. I). I). S. Dentist Hours: 8:30-11:30 a. m.—1:00-5:00 p. m. Phone 48 Greenville C. V. CURDY. D. I). S. Dentist Hours: 8:00-12:00 a. m.—1:00-5:00 p. m. Phone 80-1R Greenville W. L. RARDEN. I). 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