Buchanan High School - Pines Yearbook (Buchanan, MI)

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Class History Dee Weaver The grove of pines was fast diminishing when we entered hi.gh school under the shade of the ninth pine tree bristling with cones of knowledge. We were a happy group under its shade, and our class was joined by many new friends from around the countryside, who helped to represent us well in both athletic and cultural organizati.ons. We elected our gen- ial classmate, Glen Jesse, for president, Josephine Dunlap as vice presi- dentg George Cooper as secretaryg and Doris Campbell as treasurer. Hav- ing been well initiated by a good ducking in the mill race, we were enter- tained by the sophomores, from the shade of the tenth pi.ne tree, at a backwards party. We came up the hill to be under the tenth pine and found ourselves to be even more successful under its shade than any other. In fact, we even went so far as to have a state champ in track. We elected for presi- dent, Eddie Roleng vice-president, Alene Rileyg secretary, Rosemary Thompson, and treasurer, Mary Richter. We gave the freshmen their traditional dowsing i.n the mill race and then proceeded to give thcm a party to further friendly relations. We advanced to next to the last pine, the eleventh tree under the name of juniors, very well representd in all activitis. We elected Alene Riley as president, Bob Ellis as vice-president, Doris Campbell as secretary, and Maurie Aronson as treasurer. Fifteen

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To The Class of '33 Marjory Campbell Not long ago this stately senior class Put trembling feet insid-e a first grade door, Subdued to utter silence, by the mass Of books, containing all the grown up's lore. How tall the teacher seemed, and what vast space Encompassed us when we went out to play. Bewildered by the'noise, oh many a face Bore tear-streaks on that long eventful day. We struggled with addition, learned to read, Mingled our smiles with childish cries of woe, And, when we conquered fractions, thought indeed That nothing more was left for us to know. Now we are seniors, all our work is done. This is the culmination of our goal. Soon we shall tread the aisle, and one by one, Receive with pride our precious bit of scroll. What then? We face reality, and grim The prospect that awaits, as we are hurled Into the ceaseless tumult and the din That marks the progress of a storm-tossed world. Shall we, who are the hope of future years, Shrink back before the danger of the strife? Or shall we share the burden, quell the fears, And help to solve the mighty puzzle, life? Fourteen

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The junior play loomed before us! Could we give a play as good as our predecessors had, even though Depression was hanging on? Through the careful directing of Miss Helen Hanlin, Are You a Mason '? was pre- pared. Would we have a crowd? We did, and the play was a great suc- cess. Our next task and privilege was to give the seniors a great send off from the familiar grove of pines into the unfamiliar world. Did we have them a party? Just ask the graduates of '32! The BIG year has arrived! We are under the shade of the last old fa- miliar pine, and it seems only too soon that we shall leave its protection. It seems only yesterday that we entered the grove of pines as the first grade when the accompanying picture was taken at the Little School. We, the dignified seniors of '33, elected for president, Bob Gladwish, Lee Donley, vi.ce-president, Bob Ellis, secretary, and again Maurie Aronson, treasurer. The class has been well represented in athletics and debating. Thus we leave the old grove of pines, feeling and hoping that we have lived up to our motto, I gains strength as it goes. We Can't Use Them-Maybe You Can Stretch bequeaths his height to Spencer Coleman, Glen, his wavy hair to Donald Burrus, Doris, her sarcasm to Ruth Cripe, Mary Louise, her boisterousness to Bob Willard, Pete Donley, his football captaincy to Bill Frame, Marvin, his gift of gab to Dan Topash, Bob Ellis, his tendency to squawk to Louie Leiter, Bob Upham, his black hair to Eddie Spasek, Chuck Blake, his cleverness to Dick Schram, Freddie Portz, her height to Caroline Hattenbach, Marjory Campbell, her ability as a poet to Una Kelley, Marjorie Shreve, her boy friends to Peggy Merrefield, Marjorie Pennell, her giggle to Albie Webb, Louie and Lauren, their athletic ability to the McClellan twins, George Zachman, his timidity to Fred Riley, And the senior class, its dignity l?J to the junior class. Sixteen