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

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On a bright September morning, four years ago, twenty-nine green Freshies with high ideals entered the assembly of the Berrien Springs High School, and with a smothered greeting to a chance acquaintance, each tip-toed quietly about, found a seat wherein to deposit their books, and then sat silently awaiting further orders. Soon the teachers made their appearance. To Miss Carter was assigned the special privilege of caring for us, and, under her guiding hand, we soon found ourselves duly established as permanent members of the High School. Then came time for the initiation, but because of our stalwart Freshman lads, the other classes dared not attack us. Parties and weenie roasts made up the biggest part of our first year and then in a surprisingly short time we found ourselves again in school, this time aptly chastised as Sophomores. Several of our party had chosen to take other paths, however, and when the roll was taken, we were minus eight. This year, too, was made up of good times and hard work, but we were used to that, so time flew by all too quickly and our next move was to play the role of Jolly Juniors. Once again we missed six of our number but this great loss was soon somewhat accounted for when Opal Burns joined us. At this time Mrs. Blake took us under her guidance and to her we owe many of our pleasant remembrances. She, with the help of several other teachers, coached us through the most successful play of several seasons, “It Pays To Advertise.” This year will ever stand out in our memory with greater prominence than any other. We had just emerged from the bashful stage and the “trials and tribulations” that commonly annoy Seniors had not yet affected us. We carried off the cup that year, much to the chagrin of the other classes, and from that time on our boys have been foremost in the High School athletics. The Seniors, however, soon became reconciled to their fate, and by spring had condescended to attend the sumptious Junior-Senior banquet which we Juniors had with great care prepared for them. Then after a lapse of a few months we came back to bear the burdens of Dignified Seniors. This year Doris Williams, Thelma Dean, and lone Ramer chose to leave us. During this course our valued time has been divided equally between loyalty, good times, and the proper amount of labor to allow us to graduate as an honored class. In November, Gladys left us, leaving only twelve in number. Our Senior play, “Green Stockings,” met with equally as much success as our Junior play. Mr.

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GLENN KINNEY The deepest rivers sometimes have the least sound.” Literary Society ’20, ’21; Hot Lunch Club ’20, ’21; Vice-Pres. of Class ’21; Athletic Association ’20, 21, ’22, ’23; Track Meet ’20, ’21, ’22, 23; Basket Ball ’22, ’23; Junior Comedy 22; Senior Comedy ’23; Athletic Mgr. of Canoe ’23; Football ’23. MARIE FLEISHEK Glee Club ’20, ’21, ’22, ’23; Hot Lunch Club ’20; Literary Society ’20, ’21; Sodalitas Latina ’21; Latin'Play ’21; Debate ’21; Junior Plav ’22; Senior Play ’23; Literary Editor of Canoe ’23. OPAL BURNS ‘‘A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” Scottville High School ’20, ’21; Literary Society ’22; Basket Ball ’23; Glee Club ’22, ’23; Girls’ Sextet ’22; Junior Play ’22; Senior Play ’23; Sec. of Class ’22; Society and Organization Editor of the Canoe. RAYMOND DEO “If words were worth one billionth of a cent each, I’d be a millionaire.” Literary Society ’20, ’21; Sodalitas Latina ’21; Pres. Sodalitas Latina ’21; Athletic Association ’20, ’21, ’22, ’23; Treas. of Athletic Ass’n. ’22; Pres, of Athletic Ass’n. ’23; Senior Play ’20; Junior Play ’21; Senior Play ’22; Junior Play ’22; Senior Plav ’23; Basket Ball ’21, ’22, ’23; Captain Basket Ball team ’23; Football ’23; Joke Editor of Canoe ’23.

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Johnson has us under his care this year and we are sure that he is doing his best to enable us to enter our various paths in this harsh world to our greatest ability. A great portion of our worries and time has been spent in the successful production of the Canoe of ’23, and now at the closing of our career, we twelve brilliant Seniors bequeath to Lady Future the sole privilege of providing for us thru our life’s pilgrimage. —Mary Kesterke. “CLASS OF 1923.” Tune: “The Trail to Long Ago.” 1. Class of golden and blue, To our colors we’re true, And ever shall be so. We never were blue, Though our number be few, But now we are loth to go. 11. Sweet memories last, Of the days that are past, Our high school days so fair. We sigh all in vain, Just to wander again, The pathway that leads back there. Chorus. Oh, we shall remember our high school class, Of 1923, Good times shall pass, But memories last, Of those days that used to be. For our old High we’ll always sigh, And say that we love thee, For we shall remember our high school days, And the class of ’23. —By Opal Burns