Algonac High School - Algonquin Yearbook (Algonac, MI)

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Class Prophecy Maybelle: Ah, it is lonely here tonight. If only someone would come. Hark! I hear someone on the stairs now. Oh, Theodore, I’m so glad you came; but why look so downcast? Theodore: Tomorrow I start upon a long journey with a party of friends. I am fearful of the future so I came to obtain information regarding our voyage. Maybelle: Do sit down and I will tell you what I can. Did you obtain the requirements necessary to such a proceeding? Theodore: Just a few, but I hope you can tell me about them all. Here is the first. (Holding up a key). Maybelle: A key, the symbol of affection. Yes, Anne is affectionate. And farsighted too. She can see ships away in the distance and hurries to the lighthouse, for she is chief assistant there and must light the tower, the sailor’s guide. Theodore: Anne assistant in a lighthouse. Well I’m not surprised for in school she was always Clifford’s beacon guide. No wonder he got a job as watchman on the “Cliff.” Maybelle: And what is this? A boat. How strange life weaves it’s web about us. ' Twill soon embark upon the stormy sea of Matrimony, carrying as it’s only passengers the fair Nellie and brave Walter. A plausible result of the J-Hop. Upon their return they will open a Beauty Parlor and Barber Shop where the Algonac Feed Store now stands. Theodore: Nellie and Walter. Well, they’re a good match. They never did agree and now they won’t need to. Maybelle: Now what? A tent, as I live. A peep on the inside shows Mae, Oriel and Virginia gazing at the large assembly of townspeople. Mae is to be the strong woman in the performance. Virginia will teach you how to grow thin in ten lessons. She says if you don’t believe it just send for her picture. Oriel isn’t the sedate maid she was in our High School days. She is now an ultra-modern flapper, rushing the seasons styles. Theodore :So they’re in a circus. I’ll bet they never dreamed of such a thing when in High School. Indeed life is strange. But I’m interested in this. What does it mean ? Maybelle: A button. That is symbolic of fame and it belongs to none other than Theodore Newkirk. He will some day be a great artist. Why even now he can draw a natural breath. Theodore: “Ted” an artist, and he began his career as a soda-fountain sheik. It’s hard to believe. I have here a miniature cow. Surely no one among us will move on a farm. Maybelle: Ah, you have guessed a farm. Yes, I see Ruth with a pail on her arm. She is going to milk the cows and pauses on her way to feed the chickens. She and “Bill” have moved on the old Thompson farm. Theodore: Ruth a farmer. What does life hold in store for Irma then? Maybelle: Irma and Grace are doing noble work, Theodore, for they are both established in a home for the blind. Irma makes an excellent elevator operator in shooting Grace from one floor to another where she scatters sunshine with her merry peals of laugnter and kindly administrations. Theodore: Here is a book I got from Doris. She was our librarian in school, you know and I suppose she’ll establish herself in one of Detroit’s largest libraries. Am I right? Maybelle: No, not this time. She may be literarily inclined but her inclinations have placed her in the world of Salesladies for I see her going about from house to house soliciting orders for Ivory soap. Her father has a grocery has he not? Is there anyone else you wish to know about? Theodore: Yes, several. There’s Iris, Lucille 20

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Class History September 7, 1921. Dear Diary, just think of it 35 of us just entered Sr. High. How terrible it seems to be in that large room. We feel so small that I am sure the teacher put on glasses especially for our benefit. I wonder why those horrid Sr’s gaze so queerly at us. They just seem to make us melt away and to think, Diary, they call us green. Imagine that, can you. Well just as I thought they put us right in the front seats. Maybe it is as well because then we won’t have to walk by all those seniors. They seem to think that they own the whole school building, but wait until we are Seniors then we will show what we are made of. School isn’t so bad after all. They even let us have a room all to ourselves for class meeting. At last we are really able to call ourselves a class. We have a President, Edward Kane, a Vice-President, Theodore Zaetsch and myself presiding as Secretary and Treasurer. The meeting was quite nice until some of those Teachers came and said. “See that you select an advisor.” After a heated argument we chose Mr. Miller. Diary, I know that I have neglected you for quite awhile but I have been so busy with my school work that I have not had time to think of you. I am sure if you could ever have been a Freshman you would have known what I mean. Of course, we are too nice to act like other classes but then they act so terrible. I don’t see why the teachers don’t put some of those seniors out of school. I bet when we are seniors we will act different. « June 22. Think of it, the last day of school and now we are all Sophomores and I do not feel a bit more stuck up than I did five minutes ago. When we come back next year we will have to help frighten the green little freshmen. September again. Do you know that we all seem to feel different now that we are Sophomores. You know it seems much nicer to be sitting a little farther from the front seats then we did last year. The others say that they are going to try and talk a little now and then and maybe they will not be caught. We had another class meeting but this was not nearly as exciting as the one we had last year. Wonder why? We have Mr. Miller for our advisor this year and by the looks of the amount of time he is spending out of town we think that he will need an advisor. We have since heard of his marriage and know that he has one. JUNIORS. Diary I believe I will underline that word. Don’t you think that it sounds nice to say I AM A JUNIOR all you Freshmen and Sophomores better keep out of my way. I think they ought to pass a law giving JUNIORS the right to reprimand all younger students. Of course, after our class were Seniors they could call the law null and void. We are preparing for the J-Hop and I am sure it will be a big success. How could it help but be one when WE were giving it. The day after the night before, and finished labors are pleasant. If you don’t believe that ask the decorating committee. September 6, 1924. Diary, 22 of the 35 have returned to spend their last year under the roof of the Algonac High School, and with Mr. Bush as our very efficient and tactful advisor, we hope to make this a banner year. We again bestowed the honor of Presidency on Edward Kane. Our activities this year will be pleasant and far between. The Juniors found it very fitting and proper to entertain us at a Banquet and Hop. Decorations and toasts were given in our honor. The affair was a wondrous success. We have decided to have an Annual. I imagine it will be a lot of work, of course we can take our time because we have a lot of time between now and April. We are going to give a play “At the End of the Rainbow.” How well that fits in with the ending of our High School Life. Another important event in our Senior year was the entering of the New School building. We have waited for quite a time for the occasion and at last our hopes are fulfilled. One of the most historical features of our Senior year was the morning we were informed by Mr. Kane that our Annual was to arrive in Ypsilanti April 1. Did it get there? Well, ask any one of the Staff, they will tell you. Soon we will launch our ship in the stormy seas of life. We will take up our different tasks with good will and contentment. But hark, they tell me we are to begin making the final plans for commencement. Virginia Lertipke 19

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Maybelle: Enough, enough, don’t be so hasty. There’s such a contrast between these two that I must tell you about them now ' . I see Iris engaged in the Bonstelle Company earning good money but not much of it. Lucille on the other hand is, alas, an old and wrinkled maid. She has no one to care for her. Theodore: No one to care for Lucille! Impossible. Why she’s the most magnetic vamp in town. She can even catch cold. Maybelle: The evening is growing late and as I know the desire you possess for in- formation, I’ll hasten on. There’s no need to linger on Electa’s future. We all know that she will succeed her father in becoming Supervisor when he passes on, leaving his office unoccupied. Theodore: Our valedictorian, Margaret, will surely be a great lady. She led our class through to honor and will surely be well fitted to lead in the great world. Maybelle: Yes, Margaret is a born leader. Shortly you will see her standing on a soap box in Grand Circus Park vigorously and vociferously advocating “Woman Suffrage.” Theodore: Will Milliard realize his ambition and be a baseball pitcher? Will he continue to fight for his home town? Maybelle: Milliard will come as near to being a pitcher as he can for he will gain fame as a long distance runner in Marathon races. Theodore: And our President, Edward. I’m very much interested in him for IVn sure he has a brilliant future. Maybelle: Yes, indeed. A President he has been and a President he will continue to be. His name is already in Congress and ’ere long he will be the President of our glorious nation. Theodore: Will Genevieve return to the farm or will she become a part of the great flowing tide in a large city? Maybelle: Genevieve will leave her farm life, but she too will follow a worthwhile vocation. She is to be seen behind an oaken desk busily engaged in answering letters, giving matronly advice to the lovelorn. Theodore: And Clarence, he is the last but by no means the least in completing our party. Will he follow his father’s footsteps and be a creditable butcher? Maybelle: Nay, Clarence has come to the end of the rainbow. He is an aspiring and energetic waiter in the Harmony Restaurant. Theodore: Do you see nothing ahead for me? You have not told me a thing concerning myself, and can you read your own life? Maybelle: I am sorry to say that I see a hard and laborious life ahead for you, Theodore. You have secretly determined to carry on the work begun by your father. You will be in the coal business I assure you, but you will mine coal not sell it. Alas, my vision wans and I cannot read my own life. You will have to be content with what I have already told you. I am glad you called. This has been the most enjoyable evening I’ve spent in a long time and I sincerely wish each and everyone of you fair weather and a safe landing. Maybelle S. and Theodore Z. 21