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

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our class. We will to Miss Graham the fortitude to teach Home Ec. to boys. To Mrs. Stebbins we leave pleasant memories of a serene English class, and a hope that the next Seniors will be as sweet as we have been. To Mr. Gill we leave thanks for the time and patience he spent directing our plays. To Mrs. Bender we leave a few new typewriter wribbons to replace those we so industriously wore out. To Mr. Zillman we leave the regret that is bound to follow his losing the F. F. A. boys among our number. To Mr. Nelson we leave a new group of students to convince that 'There is no economic Santa Claus —incidentally, we're convinced. To Miss Kruger we leave congratulations for turning out such harmony from the unruly songsters she directed. To the P. T. A. we leave best wishes for success in any future carnivals. Harley Marschke leaves his interest in the F. F. A. to Red Porter. Chuck Dilley leaves his big brown eyes to Mickey Botham. Charlotte Housam leaves her charming giggle to any Freshman girl in need of it. Georgia Spaulding leaves her coal-black hair to Shirley Spaulding. Shirley Housam leaves her solo Latin class to Helen Botham. Bob Busse leaves his knack of getting around to Arvid Erlandson. Gordon Kesterke leaves his presidency to anyone desiring it. Everett Anstiss. Helen Lochinaw leaves her love for dancing to Nona Comstock. Glenn Arnold leaves his knack of banging up the family car to Don Roberts. Richard White leaves his rhythm to Don Whetstone. Erwin Schermer bequeaths his ardent interest in school affairs to Charles White. Bernice Storick leaves her skill at tickling the ivories to Marilyn Skinner. Ileen Burgoyne leaves her habit of being tardy to the Sommers sisters. Margaret Frisbie leaves her ability to come to school when she happens to feel like it to Elsie Rudowski. Art Arnett; poor boy, has nothing to bequeath, and sa simply leaves a vacant seat in the study hall.lv Robert Wollam bequeaths his habit of verifying Mrs. Stebbins' pronunciations by a quick peek at Webster to Jim Sommers. Robert McGath leaves to his brother. Bill, the job of helping with the making and selling of taffy apples—-lucky Bill. John Roosenberg wills his passion for sitting with the girls to James Wire. Having thus given generously of our abilities, talents, habits, (good or otherwise), and passions to the posterity of Berrien Springs High School we will take our leave of you. Signed, sealed, and delivered on this 29th day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty. Charlotte Housam Margret Krug

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I Chloella Ratliff leaves her position as editor of the Drift to anyone big enough to handle it. Marjorie Schermer leaves Leslie to the underclassmen to whom he rightfully belongs. Frances Becker leaves her good disposition to Doris Lochinaw. Nathan Patland leaves his gift of gab to Jim Hamer—please, Jim, use this gift with discretion! Eleanor Botham leaves her fickle nature to Betty Shearer. Jack Colvin leaves murmering, It's about time. Dick Pennell leaves his way with the girls to John Perkins—not that Johnny needs it. Genevieve Enders leaves her independent nature to Laura Zech. Ida Disterheft leaves to Verl Palmer her shorthand ability. We, the Senior class of 1940, being of sound mind and memory, and experiencing a sudden feeling of generosity, do bequeath to those following in our sainted footsteps and to those who may notice our passing, such knowledge and the best wishes as may benefit them and bring to them memories of this Senior class. To our school we leave a wide variety of carved initials, names, and bright (?) remarks. To the Junior class we leave our pleasant eighth hour sessions in Mrs. Stebbins' English class. To the Sophomores we will enough endurance to get them through their remaining years of high school. To the Freshmen—and they'll love this—we leave the privilege of making taffy apples to raise funds of all kinds. We will to Mr. Weine best wishes for an-

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SesuoA, GIgAA, Jli4iosuf, For four years is a mighty long time. This line suggested by a famous old prison song might well apply to our now waning four year sojourn in the home of the green and white. As we, in our minds, review our debut as Freshmen and then our Sophomore and Junior years, we experience many varied emotions. Some happy, some remorseful, some angry, and just some. As Freshmen we were included in many high school activities, but we participated in them with reserve, knowing we were only first year students. As Sophomores we became more confident but still tempered our actions. Then we became known as Upperclassmen (third and fourth year students are generally referred to as such). At times we became entangled in our instructors hair (if any by this time) and they sometimes returned the compliments. But despite all of our troubles, we arrived proudly upon the threshold of our last and most important year. In many ways we have sought to leave memories of the class of 40. (Ask the ones who know us—our teachers.) Some of these memories apparently have not always met with our teachers' approval. But that is life, so we have been told, and we are but part of it. ’ So although many of us are anxious to graduate, and some are not, we will always think kindly of our beloved Alma Mater. Here we were planted, here we grew, and soon we shalLbe picked. Note: It is oHy coincidental that the opening line was suggested by a famous Prison song ... . . page ticenty-one