Northeastern High School - Crucible Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Elhr Crucible Wawonaissa Mitchell: Was it not several moons later that we inaugurated the carnival which became an annual affair? For two nights we forgot our troubles and cares, and all took part in the happiest form of revelry. Wishtonwish Zech CProudlyj: But all these celebrations were as naught compared to our activities during our last surnrner here. Has not our last summer been by far the busiest and happiest? After Kwasind Michalak was elected, Big Chief festivals and fetes of every description were held. Our warriors have been victorious on every battlefield. Owecnee Beuge: Do you know what I enjoyed most? The pageant held on the ninth and tenth days of the twelfth moon. Wenonah, didn't you enjoy best of all the rehearsals that were held weeks ahead? QWenonah Nodsj I hardly knew what to do after it was over, and new stars had appeared in the dramatic tirmament. Wawa Wheeler: Then the great feast was held. The white father and his staff honored our tribe with their presence. Shawondosa Goldman was chief of ceremonies and many of our braves addressed us. Minnehaha Mazeika Cconvincedjz The recollection of all these happy times we have had here makes me look forward to our new hunting grounds without fear or apprehension. No longer do I fear the future. I am anxious to see what it holds for us. I shall be satisfied if it will give as fruitful a harvest each summer as we have had so far. You have given me new hope. Yet it is with feelings of regret that I leave this place, filled with so many pleasant memories. CLASS WILL CThe squaws from the class history scene now move to one side, and sit around the fire. The braves come in and form a semicircle around it. They pass around the pipe of peace, and each speaker takes a position near the center of the group.J First Speaker Uohn Holkolx Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of seniorsg But now onward we are passing, On to future hopes and planning, Never stopping, ever onward, On to places we know naught of, And to places we have heard of. Second Speaker CHarry Rosenbergjs Consequently, be it known that We bequeath our said belongings, All our good and better virtues, And our poor and poorer failings, To the future generations Of succeeding senior classes In the annals of Northeastern. Third Speaker CWm. Briggsj. fReads from roll of birchbarkj: First our big chief, Joe Michalak, He, the conquering football hero, Wills his mighty ruling power Wills his spirit, strong and sturdy, To a brother of the gridiron, To a heap big brave, Chodupski. Page T

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IUIIW fffruciblvl The Council Fire A OnefAct Play The curtain rises cn a wccdland scene, with a wigwam in the background. A large Ere cccupies the center cf the stage. Over the Ere a kettle is suspended. When the curtain rises, cnly the class pcet is on the stage, in full Indian regalia. He solemnly gives the prolcgue, after which he leaves the stage. Then a group of squaws enter in blankets and mcccasins. They give the class history. Prologue Lo! how all things fade and perish From the memory of the old men, Pass away the great traditions, The achievements of the warriors, The adventures of the hunters, All the wisdom of the wise men, All the craft of the great leaders, Of Northeastern's senior classes. Great men die and are forgotteng Wise men speak, their words of wisdom Perish in the ears that hear them. Here in this great hall of learning We have labored, we have triumphedg And the great things we have done here We have written into records For the use of Falcon students Of the classes of the future. Ere we leave to reap the harvest Of our labors in these vineyards In the realms of the future You shall hear of all our legends, Of our wills to those remaining, And the wise words of the prophet Who our destinies will reveal. CLASS HISTCRY Minnelialia Mazeika: Greatly worried am I over this change of hunting grounds. I fear what the future holds for us. Nolqomis Sclmvmann: Be not afraid of the unknown. Recall our misgivings upon entering our present hunting grounds and how we found everything much more simplified and easier than we expected. Algonquin Raczynski: Those are true words, Nokomis. CDreamilyD How happy we were! fBrighteningJ Remember the famous excursion we attended at BobfLo Island, six moons after our entrance. For one day all our ancient tribal suspicions were forgotten, and we had a joyous time with the Eastern Indians and the Cass Tech. Mechanics. fBy this time each one is lost in thoughts of the pastj Wenonah Rome: Those were exciting days! The great battles we waged with the rival tribes! I remember the greatest and most thrilling one of all that occurred near the end of our first summer. The Western Cowboys invaded our realm and after a tem- pestuous battle our warriors conquered them. Far and wide spread the fame of the Falcon tribe. Oweenee Buege: After our first summer many moons passed and we held no festivals or celebrations. We were so busily engaged in preparing for the future that we had no time for them. Nenemooslia Silver: Yes, Oweenee. But in our third summer here an event of the greatest importance took place. You all remember that during the two previous summers we had wandered about without a leader. At this time we elected our first leader- Wenonah Airi Roine. I Osseo Rosenberg: Remember the great celebration in honor of this event and how we danced until the soles of our mcccasins were worn thin. Even the thought of it makes my feet long to be dancing again. Pug 'Twemyfcighc

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Page Thirty Efhv Qlrucilale Next a winsome senior maiden, Our much loved one, Mary Mazieka, Wills to worthy Wanda Werner Her devotion to her tribesmen And the love of all who know her. And our red head, Sammy Haber, He whom seniors named heap big pest, Keeps his doubtful reputation And his ability to annoy everybody. Most athletic big stilt, Stanley Leaves his fame to Al Milanki, He whom braves have called Ricardo. And John Holko, mighty talker, He whose words are so persuasive He who coaxes out the shekels From the wary tribesmen's pouches Leaves his power of persuasion To the next brave whose misfortune 'Tis to fill the coffers. The tricky, wily woman Who with smiles so sweet bewitches All the braves, the chief bewitchesg Nellie, vampire of the seniors, Wills her charms and mighty potions To the goldenfcrowned Claire Hammack. He, the fleet of foot, John Lewis, He who runs in all the races, Brings the tribesmen mighty trophies, Passes on to Harry Butler Moccasins so greatly gifted. And the bluffer, Sabalinski, heap big talk mouth Wills to Theophile Zukowski Power to cause the leaves to flutter Leaves of teachers' books, marked highly. And those cheeks, so softly colored, That complexion of the schoolfgirl, Frankly wills with greatest pleasure To some youth who sorely needs it. His power to stir the chieftain, Make him utter words of wisdom, Morris Lipshy, mighty speaker, Wills to rival, Leo Orsag. Airi Roine, lovely maiden, She, the bright star of the seniors, She who shines behind the footlights, Sends a gleam to Esther Textor. He, the mighty painter, drawer, He, the artist named Rutkowski, Gives his brush, his power for pictures, To Irene, surnamed Zakrzewski.