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

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t to be given ail the basket ball boys except Learon Skinner and Marrs Neidlinger came home from Vandalia with the “Flu”, hut our frowns were turned to smiles the next morning when we were informed that we were to have at least three weeks vacation. In the spring we won the loving cup at the local field meet in May. On May 10, we distinguished ourselves by a “splendiferous” production of the “Goose Creek Line”. We still retain fond recollections of Wimpie and of Daniel and Mary Ann Dutton. Thoroughly set in our ways by this time we marched into the assembly September 7, 1920 as Seniors possessed by the stamp of intelligence. There were only ten of us now, for Mildred Culliton and Irving Knight had left our class to join the Niles senior class. What we had lost in quantity we made up in quality. We gave the new teachers the “once over” and said they’d have to do. But can you imagine our consternation when they began to assign lessons of enormous length. Work was our middle name from the first day on and early in the fall we began preparations for our annual. Our problem was to make $60 look like $600. Our miserly hoard grew to be $87 after the school fair, at which we went into the Real business. Lessons grew harder and harder until our gray matter became so saturated that we even forgot the annual for a few weeks. We were aroused from our profound reverie however to participate in extending congratulations to our classmates Clarice and Irving. Nothing else exciting happened until the candy box social when we decided that every or.e was becoming so sour that we’d better try something to sweeten up their tempers. For several days the High School girls were trying out their culinary abilities in attempts to produce the choicest sweets. From the successful attempts we realized $25. Our treasury was still lacking four hundred dollars of the desired amount. But thus stared in the face by cruel anticipation of bankruptcy we contrived the “Pouvertie Soshul”. Gingham dresses and patched overalls were in vogue. The culmination of our talent reached its height when we put on “Much Ado About Hetty” our Senior play. We end this with keen anticipations of the elaborate banquet that the Juniors are going to give us and happy thoughts of commencement and graduation. I OOOOCi ODQ By Louise Schrader odc? 8 71Q7

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CRMOE SENIOR CLASS HISTORY It was a lazy September day, when a troop of about thirty-six of us shuttled timidly into the high school assembly room. When the Sophomore boys generously decided to throw aside the old custom of free hair cuts and various other antics akin to hazing, we Freshmen certainly felt that a blessing had been bestowed upon us. This emboldened Charles Cessna to entertain the class at his home at the Shaker Farm. The party was in progress when the Sophomore boys came around to initiate us, but our brave Freshman boys scared them away. A little later in the year two of our classmates, James King and Charles Cessna joined the colors. As an expression of our patriotism our class gave two large Hags to the school. The crowning of this eventful year was the annual high school picnic, the “Freshies” and Sophs” entertaining the Juniors and Seniors. We out did ourselves to such a great extent that it took us all summer to recuperate from our fatigue. Then came the second year of our existence. That year was marked by a tturry of parties which left us all with very severe cases of bouillon on the brain and chocolate dyspepsia. One party in particular which left a vivid impression in our memory was the Valentine party, A la Man. The Junior and Senior girls entertaining the Freshman and Sophomore girls. As there were no boys invited our upper classmates acted as very suitable substitutes, each one escorting a Freshman or Soph-more girl. Another one was the party given us by the Freshmen. They had built a big fire and we roasted marshmallows and weenies. Several of the boys had cars and we all went to St. Joe to the movies. The year had been an unusually busy one so we all settled down to constant plugging until the close of the year. All scrambled a little more boldly than had been our custom, clear up Dean’s hill for a party, after which we all slid laughingly into our Junior year. By the time we were Juniors our number had dwindled down to twenty. Wilbert Fischer, the class cartoonist, had left school setting out on a checkered career. Julia Miars and Guy Barnhart had gone to Niles to school. At the end of the year the class had decreased to the unlucky number of thirteen. We gave our Junior Hop and oh, sad end! The night the hop was I ODOOODQ OOO = 0000 8

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the industrious class of 1921, being: of sound mind and poor memory, do in the presence of the undersigned witnesses, create, will and bequeath the following named property: To the Faculty and Superintendent, we leave our best regards and, ah— er—happy remembrances. To the Juniors, we leave our most heartfelt sympathy, for it is they who think a senior’s life is one continuous round of pleasure. To the Sophmores, we will a good time. To the Freshies, we bequeath the right to boss and care for the next year’s crop of “grass.” To the Eighth Grade, we give 540 gallons of red paint to camouflage their greenness next year. To Iva Armstrong, we leave the love of the Senior Class. To Pearl Billet—the right to be valedictorian. To Francis Boal—$.50 for a hair cut. To Lillian Burgoyne—another teacher. To Frank Dubert—a girl and a tear. To Arthur Kuen—Learon Skinner’s ability to act. To Marrs Neidlinger—one year’s supply of midnight oil. To Myron Sattler—5,478,000 sheets of music. To Francis Stover—Miss Ferguson’s electric curling iron. To Lorraine Shearer—the right to be star center on the Girl’s Basket Ball team next year. To Ruth Boal—4 jars of preserving cream to keep her complexion the same as it is now. To Thelma Dean—her pick of the high school boys. To Russell Eggert—a place on 1st basket ball team. To Margaret Feather—Marguerite Moyer’s temper, hoping she will not indulge in it too freely. To Marie Fleisher—Florence’s place on the debating team. To Violet Housam—privilege of being late for school every morning if she wishes. To Mary Kesterke—six inches of Pearl Billet’s dress. To Glenn Kinney—a girl. To Ralph Landen—the right to go to sleep in English class. To Laurence Lauer—our hopes that he can attend school next year. To Thelma Neidlinger—49 pairs of silk stockings in case Marrs should lose his and want to borrow hers. We appoint lone Raymer the school vamp. To Marie Parkerton—the June number of the Vogue. To Clara Penland—one dozen erasers to use in Bookkeeping. To Eldon Reed—popularity again next year. To Erma and Howard Rice—some chopsuey to go with Rice. To Gladys Stover—a wealthy husband.