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

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H I - L I F E G. H . S . — 1 9 2 7 History of the Class of'27 LIKEN El) unto a flock of sheep, we entered this good old (1. II. S. in 1923. Closely we kept together as would sheep grazing in a pasture; but ofttimes several appeared with a lost or “where-to-go, what-to-do” look on their faces. Our teachers, whom we may mention as our shepherds, guided us gradually into good pastures of knowledge. Just as a flock of sheep always has its leader we also had ours. William Browne led us successfully through our Freshman year, and, amid the fun and laughter of our upper class men, we moved bravely on. Next we were Sophomores. Here it seemed that the field was much larger and we were each striving to crop all the grass in the meadow. We chose Carolyn Carlsen as our president. She carefully led us to the half-way mark of the long hill which was before us to climb. In our Junior year we were most of the way up the hill, and at that time we could look back and very easily see the position we took when we were Freshmen and Sophomores. We had built a strong and concrete foundation for ourselves in those first two years, and in our Junior year we continued to work in harmony, hoping also to make this year a success. With I-awrence Brown as our president we did prove another year successful. We have now reached the top-most part of the hill. 'This year Eldon Hansen is our capable leader. Soon we will be ready to play a new game in life,—a game far different from that which we had been playing,—a game which will be worth our knowing. This is a game which will be pursued in a similar manner to the one which we have just completed. Perhaps when we have arrived at some destination in the new game we will be standing on yonder hill just across the way from the one upon which we are now standing. But just now memories of the best years of our lives are brought back to us, memories never to be forgotten. So good-bye old Cl. H. S. We have just come to the parting of the ways, and must go Some to the left and some to the right, For the ways of men must sever; And it well may be for a day and a night And it may well be forever; But whether we meet or whether we part, For our ways are past our knowing, A pledge from the heart to each fellow heart On the ways we all are going—Here’s luck! And a cheer for all that waits before us. With a steady swing and an open brow We have tramped the ways together; But we’re clasping at the cross-roads now We must leave our dear old heather; And whether we weep or whether we smile On the mystical road before us—Here’s luck! And a cheer for all that waits before us.” Agnes Petersen ’27 UllllillliUiUNUMili 127 1

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H I - L I F K aiuuimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiraiiimaiinniiiiiiiiiiniiiiMitiinuuHniiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. G. H. S. —1927 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiimiiBHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiumn Warner Vaughn Oh boy! how he loves to argue! But he really is a good chap; In classes his bluff is the best, He knocks everyone off the map. Business Manager Hi-Life; Orchestra ’24-’25; Class Optimist; Senior Play. Elaine Walker In shorthand and typing, she triumphs; The best that we have, is as good; Some say that she started the saying That women can't be understood.' ” Treasurer 27; Typist for Hi-Life; Commercial Contest ’25, ’26, ’27; Chorus. Florence Wright Cooddooking as they make them, She'll bless the lucky man; Boys may come and boys may go, But still she sticks to Stan.” Orchestra; Chorus; Senior Play; Commercial Contest '27. Ernest Becker Erect in stature, Alert in repose. With a winning smile, And collegiate clothes.” Basket-ball ’25, '26, 27; Football 24, ’25. ’26; Track; Vice President ’24; Senior Play; Glee Club; Baseball; Art Editor of Hi-Life. 1 f 26 ] niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNHHHiiiiiiiuaiiiiiniiiini

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H I -1.1 F !•: G. H. S. — 19 2 7 Senior Class Poem We pause upon the threshold of that door that leads youth on,— A golden world before us, and a sapphire sky above,— Our lives, a road before us, lead us through the golden vale, Broadened, bettered and uplifted by the work which we have loved. And so, before we travel on this highway broad and long That leads us on and forward o’er the glorious trail of youth! While we still are all together, ere the parting of the ways, We leave these simple verses, not in idle jest, but truth. We hate to leave the dear old school, and words cannot express That feeling of affection that lies locked within our hearts. But then, we leave for better things and greater things to do. In the great world where each of us must do his little part. The friendships formed are lasting, and, we hope, the knowledge too. We leave our lonesome places for another class to fill. We have gained a bit of learning and our lingering here is done, But when our step is feebled, we’ll remember these days still. Harold Brigham, ’21 wm r281