Algonac High School - Algonquin Yearbook (Algonac, MI)

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Valedictory Friends One and All: They say there are people who always like to have the last word. But I think that the last word, the farewell for this class of 1925, is the hardest to say. First we want to thank the Board of Education. We owe them all the privileges we have enjoy ed during the past four years. It is through their aid and untiring hard work that it is possible for us to graduate from this new school. Our Parents are the ones who have made it possible for us to graduate. We are indebted to them more than we ever can repay even though we work a lifetime trying to do it. Who is it that is always ready to help us in times of need? Who gives us en- couraging words and smoothes over the rough roads with love and kindness? If they had not been willing and ready to cheer, urge, and comfort us in the hours of discourage- ment this class, the largest that has ever graduated, would be much smaller. We would like to express our thanks and gratitude to the faculty of the Algonac High School for the help they have given us during the past year. It is only through their patience and training that we as Seniors are able to pass a successful year and graduate. We hope that if they hold any grievances against us for misconduct in the class rooms or halls they will forgive and forget them. Remembering that they were once Seniors and perhaps troublesome too. I can remember this class as Freshmen. Also the many jokes played on us. We were all very frightened when we entered High School, and the Sophomores and Juniors caused us much discomfort, saying nothing of what the Seniors said and did. To the Freshmen and Future Freshmen I would like to say, these four years that everyone pictures so hard and nearly unconquerable can be accomplished if enough energy is applied. And I am sure that everyone of you can win success and be graduates four years from now. We leave this school in June leaving you to keep up its high esteem and honor, and we feel confident that you can do it and reap your reward in graduation. For Shakespeare says: “Signs of nobleness like stars shall shine On all deservers.” Schoolmates, we have been companions for the past four years, and some of us for longer. Four years of trouble and joy for all of us. We have sympathized with each other in trouble and have rejoiced in joy. We have enjoyed each others company and friendship as well as any other school body or society. If there are any little grudges someone holds against another let them be forgotten amid the pleasures we have had to- gether. We go forth after graduation on the voyage of life and whether we succeed or fail only the future can tell. “Acte Labors Joricundi — Finished Labors Are Pleasant,” is our motto. It is pleasant to look back from this our goal of graduation and remember the work we have done, and the fun we have had amid the work of High School Life. And as we look to the future we hope to be able to say with equal joy as we have, “Finished Labors Are Pleasant,” so will the unfinished labor be pleasant to perform. Thomas Moore says: Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy , Bright dreams of the past , which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care y And bring back the features that joy use to wear. Long , long be my heart with such memories fill ' d! Like the vase , in which roses have once been distill’d You may break , you may shatter the vase if you will , But the scent of the roses will hang round it still” Regardless of what the future brings us either joy or sorrow, we will always have these relics of joy, our High School Days. These the bright dreams of the past, can never be destroyed even though sadness and sorrow rap at our door. These labors that we per- formed during our School life will always be bright and pleasant in our minds. Although we are separated and scattered to different parts of the earth, where ever our roads lead, be it gloomy or bright, the memory of these pleasant tasks will cling to us forever. And so friends. Classmates and Parents in behalf of this class of 1925, I bid you farewell. 24 Margaret Folkerts

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“Millard, — We have always looked up to you, but here is a ladder with which we want you to come down to earth.” “Every class has its public speakers. Theodore doesn’t speak in public much but — he talks enough. We have bought you a new tongue, Theodore, in case yours wears out.” “Electa, — From the appearances you very seldom have time to dress your hair in the morning and so we present you with this comb so that you may comb it on the wav to school.” “Erma, — We have been told that you have a hard time keeping Frank awake and I‘m sure this smelling salts will overcome your difficulty.” “Iris,— We hope this garage will be large enough to hold “Nifty’s” car. It isn’t good for it to remain outside in the cold every night.” Doris, — We’ve heard that you are taking reducing exercises over your radio and so we give you these dumb bells to assist you.” “Virgie, — We know you are very fond of Ford coupes with balloon tires, wind deflec- tors, and Harold behind the wheel. In case he is not there when you want him, here’s one for your very own.” “Anne, — In case fate turns the lives of Clifford and you in different directions you will always have this stick of wood to remind you of him.” “Ruth, — No farm is complete without its chickens and we are sure this one will aid in increasing the stock.” “Miss Bradley, — You should be well versed on the contents of this Latin pony to enable you to tactfully discover one who feign would fool a teacher.” “Mr. Bush, — Frequently you have kept us waiting until you arrive in the morning to open the assembly doors. This alarm clock. I’m sure, will awaken you promptly, to sleep no more.” “Miss Cliffe, — In order to keep up with your reputation for being spick and span some- one suggested this little dust pan.” “Miss Chase, — We are told you love to sew — no good seamstress ever sews without a thimble.” “Mr. Dodge, — At one time or another we have all heard your whistle, and in case it becomes the worse for wear, this canary will keep up the good work.” “Miss Everill, — Your one desire is to travel. We know that at the last minute when the train whistle blows, you will find some forgotten article to put in this suitcase.” “Mr Eyler, — More than once you have run out of gasoline ten miles from a gas station. This little can will fit in you vest pocket, for use in case of emergency only.” “Mr. Lockwood,— So you are going to be a student again! Here is a blue book— fill it as you would have had us do, and practice what you preached.” “Miss Westfall, — Untidy tables in the domestic science room will be a thing of the past for with these spectacles you may detect the guilty parties before they leave class.” Ruth Witherspoon Anne Merrill SENIOR CLASS DAY The Program for the Senior Class of 1925 will be held in the New High School Auditorium, Tuesday evening, June 16. The seven honor students of the class will partici- pate in this program, there will also be an address given by the President. The plan is as follows: President’s Address Edward Kane Salutatory Oriel Endelman Class Prophecy Theodore Zaetsch Maybelle Sharrow Class History Virginia Lempke Giftatory Anne Merrill Ruth Witherspoon Valedictory Margaret Folkerts Of course, no Senior Class program would be complete without music and this will be furnished by Fox’s Orchestra of Detroit. 23

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CLASS POEM Tell us not } O bygone classes School is but an easy dream; For the student works who passes; Lessons are not what they seem. School is real , school is earnest , And today we but begin; “ Weak thou art — to school returnest! Oft is spoken ere we win. Not beginning , and not ending , Is our school of life today; But to pause, our memories blending With our hopes along the way. Tasks seem long , yet class-time fleeting , And we ' ve all seemed brave and gay , Though our hearts , like drums were beating On examination day! In each day ' s returning battle , We have had our taste of life; Often made the book-shelves rattle With the zeal of learning ' s strife. Now a future, ever pleasant , Beckons from a past that ' s dead; We must leave this living present , Knowing not what waits ahead. Lives of graduates would remind us We could win diplomas , too; And departing , leave behind us Proof of all we ' ve tried to do. Records that perhaps the classes Coming after us may find , Gleaning thought which truth surpasses From the words we leave behind. Let us then , be up and speaking , For our program lies in wait; Welcome , friends , some pleasure seeking; Come and see us graduate!