Arthur Hill High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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K too for E. Koerber, a great movie fan, Some day through the movies she’ll get a man. L tor A. Lent, who wouldn’t play ball, but, alas, tor ‘Vora,’ he did it all. M tor G. Marti, who laughingly shouted, “Yes, 1’m an angel, but my wings haven’t sprouted.”’ M too for MeCullen, who soon will be selling, a All the pictures she’s drawing and the stories she’s telling, M tor Floyd Morris, who loves to debate, fie Gan spin out a yaru at a very tast rate. My goodness there’s Bessie, that sweet little bride, Bil must have been proud to have her by his side. Martzowka too, a good triend indeed, ‘vo study his le.sons I think is his creed. O tor M. Odgers, so very witty, And don’t you cell mimer she isn’t pretty. P is for Porterfield a very bright student, Ot the boys in our class, he’s the most prudent. P for E. Peikert, just fine in the play, 'There’s no doubt he’ll be an actor some day. P for S. Pahl, green stripes she wore, And she found her beit in the top dresser drawer. P is for Proestel, with a voice so sweet, As a singer in public she can’t be beat. P for L. Peters, a shorthand shark, I believe she could write it in the dark. R for Bill Richter, our president good, Who did all for our class that he possibly could, We’re thankful to him for all that he’s done, And assure him our highest esteem he has won. S is for Schulz, so pretty and sweet, She is a girl whom we all like to meet. S for B. Sibley, to the carnival went, And the boys all say, he got in the wrong tent.

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‘Our Sepiors’’ A for C. Arndt, the actress renowned, At the ‘ Foot of the Rainbow,’’ her life dream she found. A too for L. Arnold, with her pretty eyes, She’s not very big, but she’s mighty wise. B is for Benway, he’s small, but ‘‘Oh, my,”’ He ean certainly make that old football fly. B also for Biesterfeld, who spends but a dime, On the choice hterature, which takes up her time. B for L. Burrows, who ne’er wears a frown, And pray don’t forget our little Peg Brown. U is for Dengler, who studies all night, It’s usually three e’er she puts out the light. Ff for H. Foote, whom the girls all rush, 1t’s funny too, for he simply can’t blush. i is for Harper, or Vanity Fair, Aiways found at the mirror, fixing her hair, His for Hanafin, three feet six, And then don’t forget, there is Elmer Hicks. Tl too for Henke, a very dear girl, She was soon caught in society’s whirl. HI oh I simply ean’t think of them all, There I forgot Hover and Holl. I for P. Ittner, a fine athlete, At the games she can hardly sit in her seat. J for Jerome, so big and so clever, Did we ever see amryone like him? No, never. K is for Krauss, so pretty and sweet, So very dainty and light on her feet. K is for King, her first name is Ruth, Never found telling aught but the truth.

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S too for Schluckbier. Smart? Do tell. As a student in German, no one can excel. , S tor C. Sims, so tall and stately, 1 hear nes peen shining’’ round Clara lately. 5S ior Nori Smith, seen most of the time, Writing “‘ray your class dues,’’ on the board for a sign. Catherine Smith is a modest miss, die wrote this poem, all but this. 5S may aiso stand for Stoker, ole Sure1y 1s one clever joker, we ior KH, Stearns, in History a star, She is so bright that she shines trom afar, 1e 8: ior H. Sehmidt, so tall and slim, aud yet she is not to be thought of as prim. '’ ior Lou Theobold, a sweet infant dear, Whose eyes Just gieam, when ‘‘?’’ is near. T for H. Tefft, who never sickens, Of ‘‘Oliver Twist,’’ for she simply loves Dickens. a a T for N. Tracket, a regular poet, The worst of it is he doesn’t know it. W is for Williams, yes, Marguerite, Her motto in life is, ‘‘ Never Cheat.”’ W for E. Whipple, so sweet and bright, Tor many persons a shining light. W for Watkins, the last on the list. Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. The list is completed, a better ne’er seen, Than our dear old elass of 1916. NEITHER COULD AFFORD IT ‘ What?’’ exclaimed the motorist, who had run over a farmer’s toe, ‘‘you want five hundred dollars for a crushed foot? Nonesense! I’m no millionaire.”’ ‘ Perhaps not,’’ eried the suffering farmer; ‘‘and I’m no eenti- pede either.’’