Central High School - Centralia Yearbook (Bay City, MI)

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JUNE CLASS HISTORY A long, rough lane stretched before us as we, the brilliant freshman class of the fall of 1928, entered Central’s spacious halls to become the defenseless recipients of the hiiots and jeers of lofty upper classmen. To aid us along the way and to save us from our ignorar.ee concerning matters in general, we were given as helpers Miss Balla-my and Mr. Garlock, who ably guided us, tiresome and bothersome though we were. Also, in the spring of the folUwing year we chose as leaders to pilot us safely past sink holes in the muddy road of our sophomore and juniors years: Pr.sidsnt, Ernest Laetz; Vice-President, Peggy Pearsall; Secretary, Margaret La Berge; Treasurer, Don Picard; Sergeant-at-Arms, Albert Baker. The roadway becoming clearer as we steadily advanced, we decided to hold a class party at which the fun and entertainment would serve as an outlet for the suppressed feelings of the whole class. Wanting to enlarge our treasury, we sold candy at the bas ket-ball games, and later used the money to add to the sum used for making our J-Hop a gala evening, long to be remembered in the memory of those attending. In this, our Junior Year, we received recognition in various school activities, especially athletics. W e were also ably represented in debating by Howard Whitehead and in the all school play, Beyond the Horizon,” by Betty Berry. And then we entered that most important stretch of smoother, higher road called the Senior Year. The members chosen to lead us along the road this year were: President, Lyn MacPhail; Vi.e-President, Peggy Pearsall; Secretary, Iva Oviatt; Treasurer, Gedney Fenton; Sergeant-at-Arms, Clarence Kuerbitz. In the fall the Older Boys’ Conference was held in our city, and Joe Wiley was made our delegate. Later, to bring the many class members into cl ser harmony, we held a merry get-together party in the Little Theatre just before Thanksgiving. Again we were wrell represented in an all school play “Peg 0’ My Heait” with Clifford Swanson. Kathrine Dunlavey, and Russel Toeppner taking prominent parts. The Senior Play, “Daddy Long Legs,” wras a tremendous success, and the Senior Prom, which was held just before we entered on a rather rocky stretch of road, a stretch full of unseen pit holes, namely exams, was one of the high lights of the May events. As last activities, before our little road was joined to the broader, longer, more thronged highway of future life, we had our Class Breakfast and Swring-Out. Thus we, the Seniors of 1931, enriched and made more ably fit by our experiences at Central, do turn our faces ahead toward whatever may be awaiting us beyond the curve in life’s highway, stifling our sighs and regrets at leaving behind us that beloved, familiar place, Central High. MARGUERITE W. REHMUS

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IN MEMORIAM Gertrude Klopf Dec. 2, 1913—Nov. 1. 1930. Mildred White Jan. 27, 1914—April 17. 1931. I saw you then—oh friend of mine. Your eyes with hope alight, In all the glory of your youth. And now God took your life. A knowing look of calm content. Is on your lifeless face Of pain and woiry and care. There never will be a trace. You strive no mere for worldly thi gs You’ve gained what we are wa ting for. You’re resting sweetly—oh so sweet, Safe within the heavenly door. God—we will not forget, We try so hard to know, That you had planned this well ahead. And thought it better so Oh put within our hearts the truth That she is happy too. And that she smiles upon cur t ar3, With many—or the few. We will be’ieve that all is well, With you, our angel friend. And hope to greet you bye and bye. When God demands our end. Virginia Legg

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JUNE CLASS WILL We, the June Class of 1931, having breathlessly emerged from a three year’s struggle through that bewildering and confusing maze known as Central High School, now find ourselves on that peerless and seemingly unattainable height reserved only for the Seniors. Surprising as it may seem, we find ourselves still sane of mind and sound of body, and with a tendancy towards generosity. The struggle has been well worth the while, for from our lofty pinnacle we can now 'look down upon the squirming undergraduates, and, with our well known school spirit, we cannot help but feel a kindliness of heart towards them—the poor struggling Freshies, especially. Therefore, being of the aforesaid generous disposition, and possessing a really kindly spirit unde -our sophisticated appearance, we do hereby make, publish, and declare our last will and testament. After the payment of our just debts, expenses of probate, and inheritance taxes of every name and nature, we do hereby jointly give, devise and bequeath our cherished possessions in the following manner: To Mr. Keen, our esteemed principal, we leave fond memories of our illustrious class, knowing full well that it can never be excelled or even equalled. To Miss Beese we leave well-deserved peace and tranquillity—until the next Senior Class invades Room 235. To our sponsors, Miss Ballamy and Mr. Garlock, who have so patiently and sympathetically assisted us in all we have done, we bequeath a carload of patience and sympathy to renew the supply which we have almost exhausted. To the 12B’s we leave our much-abused Senior Privileges, and the unquestioned right of the Seniors to loaf. To the Juniors we leave the privilege of becoming the Senior Class of ’32, hoping that the two years’ association with us will have its due influence upon them. To the Sophs, we leave as a model, the unequaled example of our scholarly attainments, knowing full well they can never attain such heights—but -t is well to try. To the so-called “Freshies”—a well-chosen name—we can leave nothing but sympathy and fervent hopes for the best until they prove themselves worthy of receiving such articles as we possess. And now, in our last will and testament we do individually dispose of our personal belongings: I, Robert Anthonison, do will my privilege of going anywhere, at any time, without Miss Beese’ permission, to Paul Harvey. We, Albert Baker and Andy Karpus, do leave our ability of keeping out of trouble and our many ten-minute lunch periods to “Fifi” Ensminger and Steve Glaza. I, Edwin Bennett (The Mighty), do will some of my excess height to Arthur Reed, who seems to need it badly. I, Francis Barnett, do bequeath my sane-tified name of “Sonny” to any Freshman who will maintain its high standing. I, Howard Bissland, do cheerfully bequeath my extensive knowledge of Chemistry to any future student of the same. I, John Bluhm, do leave to my old pal, Andy Nickels, my ability to rewrite Chaucer. I, Howard Brown, am leaving the auditorium switchboard to Mr. Yeakey, who has always seemed to want it. I, George Butterfield, do hereby will the long list of broken-hearted girls that I am leaving at Central to my brother Ira. I. Robert Carter, am leaving the school —it’s too big to take with me. I, Clarence Clohset, do will my unfound chemical honors to anyone find ng them. I, Raymond Coon, do will my scholastic honors end and any other things of no value to the Freshies. I, Frank Corven Dallons, do will my fuzzy coat to any boy having a yen for “willie-worms”. I, George Drescher, do donate another record to Central—that of the world’s champion walker. I, Carl Dueweke, do leave sighs of leaving. I, George Duffy, do bequeath my carrot-hued top-piece to some young man desiring to be conspicuous. I, Robert Ekstrom, having mastered the art of running a Model T, will impart the essential knowledge to some kind-hearted person who will take it off my hands.