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

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out at Joe’s. And we had a big fire out doors, and roasted weenies and everything. Wilma: “Yes, and Jane Ford and Florence Birr start- ed in here that year, and they made up for part of the ten we lost. Esther: “We got a new principal too, Miss Evans. That was the year we began to feel big. But then I guess we all go through that stage.” Wilma: “O, I don’t know. I’ve felt big ever since I was a Freshman.” Esther: “There were only 26 of us last year. Zena Skinner and Paul Hoisington went to Niles High School, Lorraine Stover left here for Benton Harbor. My a lot of them left. At the beginning of our Junior year Miss Eppley took Miss Watson’s place and we received much needed help by the addition of Miss Graham.” Wilma: “And didn’t we have a lot of trouble tho? Seems like the teachers always did try to pick on us.” Esther: “It’s funny! Mr. Adams said we had no re- gard whatever for old customs with our new ideas while this year Mr. Preble thinks we are out of date. Say, do you remember when we began to get the dance fever?” Wilma: “I guess it was at the beginning of our Junior year when we were emphatically told that it was immodest for girls to play basket ball.” Esther: “Well we gave the Seniors that year a mighty fine reception even if we couldn’t give them a hop.” Wilma: “Oh yes’ and our Junior farce.’ Esther: “Yes, indeed. Miss Evans and Miss Eppley were fine to help us out. You made an awfully cute little girl, Wilma, and weren’t the Smythe daughters killing?” Wilma: “You would never suspect J. W. of being such a cross old man, would you, and your chewing gum!” Esther: “And Johnny was the college chappy. I’ll say and Phil as Mr. Thimple. They certainly were all fine.” Wilma: “And this year Mrs. Bishop took Miss Eppley’s place and we lost some of our old standbys—Helen Skinner and Cecil Kiger left us for Niles, Hazel Harrington

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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

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went to St. Joe and John Aldrich and Harold Harner quit school, but the Willards came. And here we are just twenty of us. Are we all here?” Esther: “Yes, every mother’s son of us. The boys do look sort of browbeaten. Our basket ball team was good this year tho.” Wilma “We’ve sort of slowed up on parties this year and worked for all we were worth so we could leave the school an annual.” Esther: “Not much hazing this year. O, I forgot. They cut nearly all the Freshie boys’ hair for them and then Mr. Preble, our new superintendent, had us vote on the question of hazing and we decided that we wouldn’t have any more here. (I’ve often wondered if any of those Freshmen caught cold.)” Wilma: “We mustn’t forget the nice reception the Juniors gave us. Wasn’t Ruth Feather a sweet Martha Washington and Lester Sunday wasn’t such a bad George either. Then our Senior play!” Esther: “I really think it was a success, don’t you?” Wilma: “Well, I should say. Didn’t we clear $86? And the costumes could not be beaten.” Esther: Don’t let us forget our Senior hop and what a good time we had either. Wilma: “And last of all our Class Night!” Esther: “It certainly is fine. The way we arranged it so no one could quarrel!” Wilma: “And even if we do miss the Valedictorian and Salutatorian speeches, I’m sure the essays are fine and the music I know is.” Esther: “Now that our four years are over, our best years so far, we certainly are going to miss them.” Wilma: “But we are prepared for the rest of the years.” Esther: “I wonder what our future holds. Perhaps we shall find out.”