Buchanan High School - Pines Yearbook (Buchanan, MI)

Page 21 text:

SENIOR CLASS HISTORY U . Helen Spatta The class of '34 has had a fine record during its four years in the Bu- chanan Senior High School. Members of this class have been outstand- ing in all activities: athletics, dramatics, music and debating. As lowly freshmen we chose Lorin Johnston, president, Richard Schram, vice-president, :Fred Harkrider, secretary, and Dorothy Briney, treasurer. That yearfourteen boys made the football squad, five made the basketball squad, and four were on the track team. In that year four girls became G. A2 A. members. In 1932 we entered the sophomore class. Our officers were: Otis Flen- ar, president, Thomas Quirk, vice-presidentg and Dorothy Briney, secre- tary. Four men made the first team in football this year and several more, the second Jteam. f 5...- ' .. vfll . I In 1932 We became juniors, upper uclassmen at last. Bill Frame was elected president, Mary Donley, vice-president, and Jean Russell, secre- tary-treasurer. Thiswas the year forthe junior play, which, under the supervision of Miss Helen Hanlin was presented in the high school audi- torium. The play was a huge success. Our class failed to give the sen- iors a prom because of the bank holiday. Then the big year arrived. We were seniors. We chose as our of- ficers as follows: James Everingham, presidentg Mary Donley, vice presi- dent, Ruth Cripe, secretary, and Donald Burrus, treasurer. This year nine men made the first squad in football, and five made the first team in basketball. Many seniors interested in dramatics took part in Chonita, Speaking to Father, or The Bishop's Candlesticks, plays given in that year, and the senior play, Regatta, Fifteen

Page 20 text:

CLASS WILL Audrey McCllen We, the individuals of the class of '34, being in our right minds, do hereby bequeath all our worldly possessions to our friends in misery. Thomas Quirk's ability to debate and argue to Esther Arthurhultz. Elaine Hawk's bashfulness to Donna Bird. Maxine Myers' passion for letter Writing to Donald Roti Roti. Bob Willard's deep bass voice to Lillias Peacock. Ruth Cripe's pretty, long hair to Beatrice Neal. Rut Proud's negro dialect to Eleanor Miller. Effie Mae Price's large appetite to Rose Zachman. Donald Shafer's height to Spencer Kohlman. Edna Holmes' golden curls to Shirley Jennings, Louis Leiter's bashfulness to Lila Hartline. Bill Frame's stature to Junior Campbell. , Lorren Jewell's popularity with the girls to George Wallace. Hope Kelley's hopelessness to Una Kelley. Lee Frame's love for peanuts to John Hattenbach. Marie Reese's love for horseback riding to Elaine Donley. Annabelle Dalenberg's smartness in foreign language to Ben Franklin. Max Penwell's football fame to Clyde Shaffer. RELUCTANCE Mary Irvin Tonight we launch, where shall we dock? Our ship embarks for unknown shores. The stress of times seems now to mask All our attempts at Worldly lore. It's time to leave, We must depart, From Alma Mater's kind embrace. , We've played one game, and now must start Upon Life's long and tedious race. The captain stands upon the bridge And calls his orders to his crew. Our boat starts moving from the ridge. Our journey starts into the blue. Long years ago we started school- ' They seem so short. Can it be true We've learned all Well and now are through 1 With all we love? What shall we do? We need much guidance and much care, We're sure to need the love of friends. But wait-a voice so soft and fair Reminds us all that Fate will lend Her aid, and guide our steps aright, And heeding what the voice has said, With eager eyes we find the light. A1l's well on board! Full speed ahead! Fourteen

Page 22 text:

CLASS PROPHECY Chandos Jackson I stopped my new Duesenberg abruptly. This was no day to tax the mind with driving, but it was a perfect day to dream-to dream of the future, the present, a.nd the past. Suddenly the weirdest thing in my life happened. Startled I gazed into a windshield that had changed to a mirror of jumbled pictures-no, why it's a crowd, crowded in front of a display window. As they move away I see an automobile-a totally new type. Can it be? Yes, it's a new Donley 8-at last Carson is at his height of glory! I looked again with a startled surprise when an entirely different scene flashed across my windshield. A radio station and a tall young man before the microphone is Jesse Leggett, America's most celebrated announcer. He is introducing the next entertainer as the children's favorite-Thomas Quirk, the world famous bedtime story- teller. From all appearances this must be the distant isle of England. A shipyard is in the foreground, and the sailors, George Remington and Robert Watson, are laugh- ing together as they work. See, there is Rlichard Schram industriously pulling on a rope. fSince aeroplanes have gone out of style, it's rather hard to get a job.J Back to America again in one of the largest theatres, one recognized Jean Rus- sell, a vivacious girl in a shimmering costume, who is attracting the steady attention of a young man in the audience. The face seems familiar-why it's Verl Brewer, who now is a steady theatre-goer. What a marvelous place this is! This time a night club. Can it really be that this young gentleman, who is smiling and bowing to his customers, is Bill Frame? Yes, it is he, the owner of Chicago's classiest cabaret. A bevy of pretty girls are now dancing hilariously onto the dancing floor. Do I see correctly? Is that girl on the end Ruth Cripe? Yes, Ruth has become well known for her dancing and singing. How different each vision is! Here is a little country town-and on the corner of a neat little street a house with a large screened-in porch stands. The door of the house opens and Audrey McCllen steps out, followed by-am I seeing things? Yes, if I count correctly, there are a. dozen cats. Audrey must like her pets! What a contrast this vision has with the preceding one. Two distant farmers hurrying to finish their tasks before nightfall. How skillfully each pitches the last forkful of hay onto the wagon and how happily each turns his weary body homeward and, why will startling visions never cease? Raymond Marsh and Robert Upham are still farmers! After that vision faded, I seemed to be looking into a hospital. Among the nurses alleviating pain and soothing patients, three of them looked very familiar. Could it be possible? Yes, they were the same quiet Maxine Myers, Jane Briney, and Esther Kempton, my old class mates, who were thus fulfilling their calling in life. I see a beautiful gondola floating idly over the Venetian Canals. There are two occupants. Am I correct? Yes, it's Mary Donley digesting the facts which John Godfrey is elucidating so industriously-my, how they have changed! What is this large building? Why, it's Shafer and Walls' Toy Factory. On looking in the office of this factory, I see a young woman who is making a, type- writer sing as her fingers glide over the keys. Who could she be? Why it's Martha Dellinger, an old class mate of '34. The vision of factory life passes from the windshield andyin its stead the inside of a cathedral-dim, cavernous and awe-inspiring. The peal of an organ resounds throughout and echoes and re-echoes in a beautiful burst of harmony-at the altar in the robes of a high-priest, with the light of the stained glass wnidows falling upon him, stands Lowell Batchelor. I-low he has changed! The wild days of his youth are past and he has taken up religion as his life's work. Upon looking more close- ly, I can see Maxine Howe sweetly singing in the choir-evidently the years have worked miracles with these two classmates. This picture seems to be laid in Berrien County. I see a. large building-we are inside the building in a long corridor with rows of offices on either side. Here is one Sixteen