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

Page 12 text:

p ge 10 S’ CLASSMATES TOGETHER Time Together Verse: Together, Together Always together. That's how it used to be. Together, Together Nothing can sever Friendships of high school days. Chorus: We've spent the years together. Such happy years together. Studied and played together. Eut the time has come When we're no longer one. Friends we will be forever Though we are not together. Though classmates apart Wc-'re together at heart, E'en though our school days are over. By Frances Harrington CLASS POEM When the school's last lesson is mastered, And the classes are tested and tried; When the stupidest student has vanished, And the dullest has stepped aside; We shall rest—and, faith, we all need it.' — We shall rest for a moment or two, Till the wonderful School of Experience Shall set us to work anew.' Then those who have gone shall be happy; They shall pass through life's higher grade; They shall face the world's difficult problems With countenance unafraid; They shall pass through each test as they meet it At the sounding of duty's stern call; They shall work every day—when they have to— And never be tired at all.' And only the big world shall praise us, And only the big world shall blame. Though we work for the $oy of winning And climb up the pathway of fame; For each in his separate calling. His separate thought must express, As he follows the gleam as;he sees it To the goal that to him means success By Ethel VcnPatten

Page 11 text:

rage 5 • CL .rr prophecy The Class Prophecy was told by 8 gypsy at a gypsy camp with the aid of a crystal and several diff erent. types of handkerchiefs. AhJ thirty, forty, years henc I see a rich man—a bar.ker--riding in his aeroplane, counting out his money, wearing his diamonds--whose is it? His name? 0 yes, I see now —Bill Skinner. Ah, the dainty lady of society envied and flattered by all, the queen of every gathering, the bell of every ball--Dorothy Smith. How I feel so strong, so brave so bold! A woman on a strong subject—an old maid demonstrating her independence of man. Her name escapes me—wait--oh, yesl It is Ethel VanPatten. A strong breeze and whiff of far, far prairies, a girl of the plains--a pioneer of distant wildness and vastness--riding barebacked over the broad spaces. Viola Jesswein. A school of learning and noble professor before his class. They look at him in reverence of the vast learning he acquired at Berrien Springs High School. Why, what is that they call him as they bow in homage before him? Profess-Jlassmates and at her side lingers or Randall SherburnI Ah, I feel like crying; I must cry—I must this woman’s grief overwhelms me. Surely, it is some lonely widow mourning her husband. Ho, not so. I see nothing like that! ’Tis only a fair bride weeping over the loss of her pet poodle. Who is the bride? Her name was once—what? Loraine Deen. Hear the newsboy running down the street! What does he say? Listen? I catch it now. Extra! Extra! All about the big battle! Americsn forces led to victory by the gallant soldier, hero of the hour—General George Ewalt. How I see an immense Billboard, and what does it sey? A second Melba—greatest opera singer of the day! Frances Harrington. A large building. Why, it is a convent. A fair lady, disappointed in some love affair, has become a nun and devotes her lift to geir.g about doing good to all the world. Her name is lost now for she is called Sister Maria but I see her face, and she was once Lucille Ar.stiss. Two more handkerchiefs, and as fthey seem to clin„ together I take them up at once and see two happy wives tunshix.c end music with- in their walls. I see them exchanging confidences over the fence, os to this or that domestic difficulty, or culinary or maternal triumph, ar.d see how even in their marriage, could never be divided the girls who were so inseparable as Doris McFally and Virginia Palmer. The crystal is misty as with ocean spray--it is growing clearer. Oh! I see a glittering white yacht gliding through the bluest of waters ’neath the bluest of skies. On the ie«k are sected two figures--one r. slender pretty girl in the smartest of costumes—can it be? Yes it is klice Lochinaw, on of the dearest of the hero of her dreams, one would suppose—but can this be he? This pudgy, little man with his head so bald and shining ir. the sunlight? Millions—yes, but such a husband--truly, ’tis a pity. What is next? Ir. the depths of a jungle, a cannibal village—I can see their hideous bodies and distorted faces glisten as they dance in the firelight to the wild music of the tom-toms, and far to the north, advancing with a caravan, I see two white people, husbend and wife, coming on the heroic errand (cont. page 12)

Page 13 text:

A D B S' J2j F G E I J T, !.• CLASS A B C is for Anstiss, small, quiet and sweet She's Just the one Chick likes to meet, is for Busse and Burke In athletics the” never shirk, is for classes great and sn .ll. But we have overcome them one and all, is for Bean, in basketball she has no fears But she plays her best mid yells and cheers, is also for Boris, like a circle ending never Both her tongue keep moving on forever. is for Ethel, the typewriter is her pet, On it she surely does toil and fret. is for Frances who always works And from her duties never shirks, is for George full of fun and mis chief too. Doling things he shouldn't do. is for-Harper, she is—who? The maiden who is never blue, is lor Inglerig'nt who dreams beneath the moon If under it he does not ait and spoon. is for Jesswein a clever mortal so they say .’e all know she'll be famous some day. is for ITrause who in the Drug Store is handy With his soda, gun and candy, is for Lochinew, mention Bill when you speak And see the jlusli slowly creep over her fair cheek, is for !? 8on, most inquisitive, bright and cheery And of him we're never never weary, cont. on col. 2 --- -------------------------Page. II— II is for notebooks--end it is their fate Usually to be handed in two days late. 0 is for obstacles which beset our path, But we have overcome them without .wrath. P is for Palmer,-, a young lass, Who debates with skill, Her place in the class, 'Twill be hard to fill. Q is for quality, to which we all aspire, As we climb the ladder on up higher R is for Randall, he claims no scandal He does things as he should, and never is misunderstood S is for Smith—as quiet as a mouse. You'd scarcely know she's in the house. T is for the tears we'll shed When we think how we've fled From our Bear old “igh With only a sigh Saying we're through And have no more AP.B work to do. U is for unity, we sure have trie With all the teachers as oi-.r erhide. V is for Verne, in his classes he'd be expert If with the teachers he did not try to flirt. W is for Wiloner the most handsome of the class. Re was decreed by many a lass. Vie hope his head will not larger grow. For he would not be as handsome so. X Y and Z is for the whole Senior Class of '28 sir That I've introduced to you That I've introduced to you ny friend That I've introduced to you n its the Senior Class of '28, sir, That I've introduced to you. --Viola esswein.