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

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they were trying to convince his lawyer, Otis Stockmeyer, that he should be extinguished to a cinder and put out on the hearth to be swept up in the morning. At last the teachers were convinced that James was not so bad as he seemed and that it was only natural for him to talk all the time, so he was acquitted and sent to another town for a week. After this we went to the school room where Hazen Carson presided as superintendent, Alma Mark as principal, and Helen Kolb as language teacher. I waited almost impatiently for the German class to be called but, alas! when they did meet, I was sadly disappointed for their voices were so similar to the crackling of flames that I could not understand a single word. However, the queen seemed much pleased with the results the teachers were gaining and after the close of school she invited them to join our party and go to the theatre. There we listened to several delightful duets by Helen McGreg'ory and Paul Fritz, who had become accomplished musicians. The play was a scene in Germany and opened by Dugald sing- ing, Es ist ein lange Weg zum Tipperary. On inquiry I was told that he had become noted as singer and actor and was assisted by Beatrice and Alison, who were stars in the same company. In this play Alison took the part of a Scotch lassie visiting Germany, while Beatrice played the role of a German princess. After leaving there, we journeyed to a home where I Was told an invalid lived. There we found Vina, making all cheery and bright with her humorous ways and sayings. She left there to join us and told me we would next go to a little village where Mae was serving as a missionary. We found her at work in the midst of a little group of people who were nearly all ignorant. Lottie was assisting her and together they were doing much good. We viewed the surrounding country which seemed to be all iiames but considered very pretty by the rest and then returned to a mansion Where we were greeted by Ruth Bittner, who acted as hostess and ushered us into a large room which greatly resembled our High room in Cass City, but more prettily decorated. Here we found all the other members of the Class of 1915 assembled. Then we sang songs dear and familiar to all until I felt myself growing cold and everything about me becoming dim. I awoke to find nothing but the darkness around me and the fire of past thoughts gone out. Mary E. Flynn, '15.

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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

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illrmnrira In the fire light glow of evening, When darkness has settled o'er all, I sit alone in the gloaming Sweet memories to recall. Memories of high school days Which only to us are dear, The friends, the teachers, the classmates, As they came and went with the year. These memories are becoming sweeter As we face another life And they'll help us all on the journey A partner in greater strife. My thoughts flew farther and faster As the embers moulder and burn. From the old schoolhouse and surroundings They now rebelliously turn. To the future my dreams go flitting, To the path that lies before, But still with a pang at parting From those good old days of yore. Our ways are hence divided And alone we now pass through Into the life of tomorrow To find what we can do. And now the lamps are lighted To break upon the scene, But still I sit and ponder, And dream, and dream, and dream. But back again to the schoolhouse, Back to the Class of '15 Back to the scene of our frolics But oh! It's only a dream.