Cass City High School - Perannos Yearbook (Cass City, MI)

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RUTH FRITZ Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. HAZEN CARSON Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun! Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun. FLORENCE BIGELOW The art of life is to know how to enjoy little and endure much.

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'FT 'M 'Y P LOTTIE HAMILTON Something there is more needful than expense, And something previous even to taste-'tis sense. HOWARD HOADLEY Banish f?J How hast thou the heart to mangle me with that word -banished. RUTH BITTNER Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.

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Svvninr ffiatnrg History with all her volumes vast, hath but one page. -Byron. On the last drowsy Monday morning in August of 1911 fifty-one freshmen with bounding enthusiasm climbed these well worn stairs, christened by many former classes as they entered the Cass City high school. To those of us who had come through the eight preceding grades there were many changes, but to those who, for the first time, were tasting the experience of a community school, everything was undoubtedly strange, awe-inspiring and, yes, almost foreign. Not to us alone were the dust laden slat curtains new, the one hundred forty-three scarred desks, the tiny platform with its great box desk, the bewildering number of class rooms, office and laboratory, but to the faculty as well were the students, condi- tions, schedule hours, subjects and classes a veritable maelstrom of chaotic terrors. And out of such confusion must order, law and discipline be evolved. Dame Rumor has reported that on that memorable first day when the freshman should have reported for physiology not a soul from the immortal phalanx stirred until Mr. Harnish came, beckoning with a mass of white crystaline substance. Then fully half of the class rose and followed--a lump of salt. However, before the week was ended we had become fully accustomed to the usual routine of four subjects per capita and what fun could be sandwiched in. We almost startled the industrious upper classmen by our invention, carrying out paying all expenses incident thereto of a sleigh ride and social evening at Fannie Hendrick's. This incident gained for us a reputation for being able to keep awake until the wee, small hours of morning and for walking to and from classes in a somnambulistic state. Surprisingly early in our career did gridiron, diamond and track claim champions from our number. When the sophomore roster was called but twenty-five answered present, A long farewell to the comrades who lay in the trenches, never again to join our ranks. Two new recruits, Ruth Bittner and Otis Stock- again to join our ranks. Two new recruits. Ruth Bittner and Otis Stock- meyer, sought admittance to our lines. We were very loath to learn that the Weaver girls must steer their aeroplane to Port Huron. As a friendly farewell we assembled around the camp fire and sang the old songs of friendship, related stories, old and new, and gorged ourselves with roasted marshmallows. In this second year of our high school life we had lost some of our emerald brilliancy and thought it incumbent upon us to uphold the dignity of our school as we watched our places filled by the incoming class. One of our number, Dugald Duncanson, was highly honored by being elected captain of the foot ball team. As the routine of the months passed and the crispness of winter came on, we contributed two of our girls, Mae and Doris, to the basket ball team and one of our boys, Dugald.