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

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CNJGf'' - Cti- History of the Class of '26 IET'S pretend that our school life's a garden fair, with flowers on every hand, and that now we have come to the end of the path with a feeling that's mighty and grand. W e stand and look o’er the garden wall, out into the world beyond. Then we turn with a sigh of both sadness and joy and look back upon all that's behind—the flowers that stand for the work that we've done, for officers, advisers, and fun, the parties and picnics, the friends that we've had—it really does not seem so long. And now under Roy Jacobus's lead we have come to the gate that leads out, for the noise of the world we must hear for ourselves, to know what it all is about. Our first President flower is ’way over there, with the mignonette all around about it. Twas Kendall Sagendorf who with manner so bold, led that class that knew “quite all about it. We did not believe then, as we've learned to do now, it was true that the Seniors were better. But 'twas just a short time till we came to comply with that unwritten law to the letter. And now we laugh at our erroneous view. How could we have had such ideas: For Seniors, of course, are the lords of the earth. How can Freshies be, then, but beneath us: That daffodil there on the west of the path, in the midst of celosia and cockscomb, is Estelle Bannen's flower for the Soph. Presidency when she used with great wisdom, her power. Those love-in-a-mists on the right of the path, around Eleanor Yinger’s bright flower—no doubt you all know for what year they stand, nodding blissfully through rain or shine. Now look down the path and a bit to the left till you see the lilies of the valley and there just beyond you will see various flowers that stand for our banquets and parties. A bright group they make, and remind us of times when our cupfuls of pleasure o’erflowed. And a bright patch they make by the side of what years have proved a most, tedious road. Our teachers have helped us to plant the right flowers in our garden of School-Life now dying—but some of these flowers will grow on through the years, and we'll see them and know ’twas worth trying. The sun, going down, casts a glow on these flowers in this garden more precious than ever, and the picture it paints on our memories now, will fade away never, no never. Grace Bower. ==■)© pagt ttcmty-nins

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1I -Life l i.i: xok Wilson “We've many quiet Seniors And here's another one; But her eyes are full of sparkle And her smile is full of fun.” Chorus I'l lwor Yixuer “Although she's a minister's daughter, She likes to have her fun; She's jolly and full of laughter, And bright as the noon-day sun.” President, ’25 Chorus Clee Club Donald Taylor '■Taylor may be my name, But a tailor I am not, For -when the girls all hang 'round me, I'd jus’ soon go as not.” Art Editor of Hi-Life Staff Basket Ball, ’25-'26 page' twenty-eight

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 i - L i f f U J3- US A is for Allchin, modest as ever. B is for Becker, we all know he’s clever. C is for Chester, good-looking boy, D is for Donald, with “her” he’s in joy. E is for Eddie, reckless and gay, E is for Finch, who giggles all day. G is for Grace, who wrote our Class History. H is for Helen—her choice is no mystery. I is for Ivah, whom we all adore, ] is for Jorgensen, famed orator. K is for Kingsbury, Doris, you know, L is for Lester, w-ho makes a good beau. M is for Matteson, prettiest girl, X is for Nelson, w'hose heart’s in a whirl. 0 is for Orval, who’s brilliant and wise. P is for Potter, friendly and nice . Q is for Question, perhaps it’s a doll. R is for Roy, and for—O fol-de-ro!! S is for Seiber, with Abie she’s gay. T is for Terry—we all cry “Hurray!” 1 is for “you,” whoever you are, is for V erna ,who drives her Dad’s car. is for ells and eeks, cute little chums, X is for unknown “what we the sums.” Y is for Yinger, curlv-haired blonde, Z is for Zelma, of whom we’re all fond. P(t£t‘ thirty