Berrien Springs High School - Canoe Yearbook (Berrien Springs, MI)

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I Class History % % Dialogue by WILMA HARTMAN And ESTHER THOMAS Esther: “Say, Wilma, do you know just three years ago last fall we came to High School?” Wilma: “Yes, weren’t we green and fresh tho. Let’s see, there were just forty-seven of us. Don’t you remember they had to put in new seats for us?” Esther: “Yes, but quite a few left before school was out. We had about forty-one then. Who were the teachers?” Wilma: “Our principal was Miss Kline (she’s teach- ing in St. Joe, now;) Miss Watson, Miss Van Vleet and Mr. Adams. I remember that we had more parties that year than all the rest of the classes together. Every time any class had one, we did too, and then between times.” Esther: “Do the rest of you remember how the rest of the classes tried to initiate us? And the grand fight that followed?” Wilma: “I wasn’t there so naturally I don’t remember much about it. Tell us the true story.” Esther: “Well, we Freshies were planning to have a weenie roast in Boone’s woods, but it had to rain on that day; fortunately for us’ tho I guess. And Mrs. Bert Barnhart invited us to come up to her home, as she had a big upstairs and we could roast our weenies up there. We couldn’t bear to postpone the roast as we had been planning it for a long time, so we gratefully accepted Mrs. Barnhart’s kindness. Well, we roasted our weenies, played games and had just decided that our roast had been better than it could have been at the woods, when the excitement began. Somehow our boys found out that there were uninvited guests on the outside and went out to wel-

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who have returned from overseas, but in many cases the able-bodied men are not even allowed to return to their former “jobs,” and especially in smaller towns, there are no means for proper recreation or clean amusement. The boys must not be allowed to feel that in this hour of need everything has failed them, and that while their ideals are toward higher achievements, we only hope to return to the easy condition before the war. “Our eyes, too, must see the glory—the glory of hard tasks, self-imposed and well done.”

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come them. Surely the rest of you remember how Dan Porter plowed Mr. Burton’s garden with his head and uprooted half the vegetables, and how Joe pummeled Casey Jones so long and so hard in the front yard that the Seniors went up town for Jeff Brown. And the Sophomore, Junior and Senior boys were willing to go home with then black eyes and sore noses and leave us alone.” Wilma: “Didn’t any of our boys get banged up?” Esther: “Well yes, one had a black eye and two or three had their hair covered with tar.” Wilma: “Say, do you remember about our flag rush?” Esther: “Well rather.” Wilma: “You and Helen made the flag and Phil and John came over Sunday and put it above the Senior’s. O, but they were mad, and so they put theirs just above ours, and the Juniors and Sophomores didn’t want a Freshie’s flag above theirs. Just in the midst of all the squabble, Mr. Adams wouldn’t let any of us us have our flags up and afcer the lecture we received, we decided we wouldn’t fight over that. Vincent McMullen was always a live wire in those days.” Esther: Yes, where is he now?” Wilma: “Why he’s in France. Who else in our class enlisted? There was Joe Whetstone.” Esther: “And Allison King, Bud Winans and Nelson Lounsberry. Joe is the only one who didn’t get across. But they needed him in Texas to watch the Mexicans.” Wilma: “Think of all the boys who left last year. There were Joe and Vic Miars.” Esther: “And Vic was such a peach of a forward— too bad. What do you think he was married in May. He was so young, too.” Wilma: “Seems to me there are several who are mar- ried out of our class—Bernice Heim, Lois Wilson.” Esther: “We could only have had about 35 in our class at the beginning of our Sophomore year. You remember we began our social life with a Hallowe’en party