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

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attired like Senator Depew lead the parade from the post office to the school. This year was filled with work, little time being devoted to social affairs, but we lived in happy anticipation of that day when we should reach the long wished for goal. Then came commencement, preceded by all the usual affairs. Although it is a grand triumph there is always that underlying sadness and regret that probably, as a class, we shall never all meet again. Erhura nf the 13211 On the hill our schoolhouse standeth 'Twixt the base and brow, And from neighboring towns cornmandeth Homage even now. Monument of wood and stone, Claimed by Learning as its home. Every fresh and dewy morning In the gladsome year, And each noon the old bell's warning Echoes soundeth clear. As its notesafar are flung, Calls to duty wandering ones. Hearken to the message swelling From its silvery throat, For a helpful word 'tis telling With its thrilling note To the travellers up the hill, Merely bent on pleasures still. If perchance you're slowly Walking Up the hill to school, And with friends you're gaily talking Mindless of the rule, Then the bell by anger tolled, Hurry! Hurry! rightly scold. Should you heed the admonition And the portals gain, You will hear no repetition Of that cold refrain, But in sprightly joyful rhyme, Chimes the bell, On time! On time! But perhaps the warning slipping Past your careless ear, And too late you're idly tripping To the goal so dear, Mournful strokes so sad and low Wildly sob, Too slow! Too slow! J

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vviruiwf' The concluding social affair of the sophomore year was a porch party at Helen McGregory's, when our hostess arranged all details for the successful function in a half day. Vacation passes. It's a fashion all vacations have of passing whether all sophomores do or not. In the languid September days when we could look forward to our coveted goal as being but a year ahead, we numbered twenty-three. The lazy days of autumn were just passing into the crisp stillness of Indian summer when the seniors, preceding us, unfurled their banner, with the insignia of death upon the top most pinnacle of the unused flag staff, daring the bravery of any junior to climb those dizzy heights and capture the prize. Just twenty-four hours was it unfurled to the rustling breezes when a junior was found brave enough to scale the awful eminence, snatch the hated rag from its top most notch, hurl it to a dozen waiting hands below, consign it to the blazing embers and watch the smoke curl through its cotton folds while the victorious juniors executed the war dance and the wierd halloo. Well earned honors were bestowed upon us when Everett Higgins was made captain of the foot ball team. Howard Hoadley and Paul Fritz helped to earn the relay race at the field meet held in June. Jolly juniors must have socials. Everybody grew amazingly busy selling tickets for the play At the Sign O' the Jack-O-Lantern, the class selling the greatest number to be rewarded by the seniors. As might have been expected, we Won the prize and were surprised with a Hard Times party, entertained Q?J' sumptuously banquetted f?J on pumpkin pie, corn and apples and gorgeously attired UD UD CD in ye dress of ye olden times and miscellaneous contents of the rag bag. A box social, whose proceeds were to be used for the senior banquet was held in the assembly hall. This was a decided success both socially and financially. Before the auctioneer mounted the block the crowd was enthusiastic while watching a negro wedding in which the boys displayed their skill as actors. In order to increase the funds to defray the expenses in helping graduate we negotiated the Rex theater for one evening. The grand finale for the junior year was the banquet at the Gordon Tavern at which Mr. Kennedy presided as toastmaster. In September, 1914 the last campaign opened and but nineteen were left to complete the war with subjects. The first needs of an efficient body is organization, accordingly Dugald Duncanson was elected president, an oiiice which he had held two preceding years, Helen McGregory, vice presi- dent and Hazen Carson secretary and treasurer. Dugald, Howard, Hazen and Paul took their places on the gridiron and helped to earn our victories, while Dugald again proved his ability as captain of the basket ball squad. Accordingly to a custom dating from befo' the wa' the Ancient Order of Sodbusters celebrated the day before Christmas. Paul Fritz,

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Yet again you may be ready, Waiting in your seat, All prepared with hands right steady, Each new task to meet. Hear you then the bell's glad tongue Sweetly chant, Well done! Well done l Life's the hill up which we travel Striving for success, Conscience true, the bell that warbles Songs of helpfulness. Would you honor e'er attain Fear small duties to disdain. Classmates, on your pilgrim journey Up the hill of Life With its hours of joy and gladness Mingled with its strife, Listen, ere your time has flown To the bell's deep pleading tone. -Alison Spence, '15. l Ellie illire lglarv As I sat before the fire-place watching the sparks leap up the broad chimney, a little red headed man jumped from their midst, paused a moment on the fender, then sprang onto the hearth and beckoning to me, spoke in a queer little cracked voice, Come with me if you would see the object of your thoughts. As I arose to follow him he seized my hand. I immediately felt myself shrinking away, smaller and smaller, until I was scarcely six inches tall. Then he threw around me a sparkling robe of flame and we entered the home of the Salamanders. The little fellow conversed so intelligently with me about the Class of 1915 that I asked him how it was he knew them so well. But I needed no answer for just then we entered the Queen's Court and when my guide threw a kiss at the queen, I knew it must be Howard. For who else would dare be so familiar! He led me to the queen's chair and there I was told to hold myself in readiness to behold her at any time. For some time I watched, but could see nothing except a flamy cloud coming from afar down the corridor. As it rolled nearer and my eyes grew more accustomed to the light, I beheld Florence, queen of all around her and loved by all who knew her. At either side were her attendants and behind followed her little boy with his capable nurse, Ruth Fritz. Florence invited me to enter the court room with her to hear the case of the Teachers of the Salamander School vs. James Hamilton. The case was held because James, who was also a teacher, persisted in talking when the other teachers were speaking and