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

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FUTURE PLANS Karl Kaiser Pot Bruce Eloise Staley Don Hoak Ethel Stcrick Cleon Stover Bob Burke Fred Dougan Richard Christl Harold Gray Paul. Davis Mary Dean Alicia Rowe Mara Woolley Ed Hass Lawrence Stover Evelyn Shafer Helen Shafer Donna Brahman Fred Beveridge Victor Beveridge Leonard Kesterke Gerald Weaver Chet Krause Gerry Wetzel Pale Graham Marian Evans Virginia Clem Margaret Edwards Marie Edwards Ken Kriigle Ellis Luke Jim Miller Neil Patterson Buelah Butz©r Ed MeCmber Ida Jones Work a year, then gc to college At home At home Sling Hash at home South Bend Business College post -gradue ife course Going to college Model husband Gc to school Farm Navy Go to school Office work Get married Milk cows Farmer ? Unemployment At school at Bridgman At home Artist ? Landscape Gardener Preacher Work at home Get Married Go to school Write poetry County Normal County Normal Office Work South Bend Business College Undecided Going to college Going to college Game Warden ? Undecided Run filling station County Normal Jennie Harrington Undecided

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CLASS POEM 'Twas twelve years ago in a little red school Our lessons started then, We started a trip that was long and bed, For we wished to be great women and men. We wanted to be a big someone, In this great old world of ours, We labored and studied above our books Through many and many long hours. Down the track of education We traveled over hill and knoll With our hand upon the throttle And our eye upon the goal. And several engines did falter A sputter and then some died, While others-kept on puffing As we traveled side by side. With our teachers as the engineers, Our books and paper as fuel, We made a stop but once a year, As v as the general rule Ane thus we traveled for tv elve long years, And we were sidetracked often, So we had to back up and try again, But never once did soften. Now the engine snorts along As we reach our journey's end, We travel over every hill And race around each bend. But at last the engine stopped quite still Our high school days are done, We've finished now this one great trip A web of knowledge we have spun. We wish to thank our teachers all As they taught us here each day, And we all do thank our parents, too, For they are the ones who did pay, Our fare on this great train called School, On which we all did ride, Now we mtiist journey by ourselves We'll not be si-de-by side. ■Leonard Kesterke