Charlotte High School - Delphian Yearbook (Charlotte, MI)

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DELPHIAN ' o I Class of 1902 By Roy McAlpine Long years have passed And generations come and gone, In perfect time To the marching of the mighty throng Has civilization e ' er pressed onward. At times it stopped; But, like the gath ' ring tidal wave, The pathway clear, It rushed again, with front so brave, And added impetus far upward. And as the spray Dashed high above the seething deep. It lifted some. Till they could catch the straw of fame. And climb to immortality. But stronger waves Placed others on an equal plane. Or lifted them. Till they surpassed the former aim. Exalting all humanity. But even with The highest mark of former time. And rolling up, Another comes to pass the line, Our class, the Class of 1902. .

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DELPHIAN ' 01 9 History By Louise Patterson As each Class completes its Junior work, and stands be- fore the public ready to take upon itself the responsibilities of the Senior year, some may desire to know its previous history. Upon entering the High School, there were fifty-seven members, but, for various reasons, only nineteen compose the Class of 1902. Nothing like a class organization was effected until we united in a picnic at Grand Ledge in the Summer of 1900. On the 14th of February, 1901, the Class was permanently organized. The following officers were elected : President — Fred Morey. Vice President — Louise Patterson. Secretary — Bessie Wood. Treasurer — Max Allen. At the next meeting Hazel Robinson was elected Chairman of the Executive Committee. Other meetings were held, at which we decided in what manner to raise the necessary class funds. We also chose our colors, which are royal blue and old gold. Probably the most important, as well as the most pleasant event of our Junior year, will be the banquet given to the Sen- iors in June. We hope that this brief sketch will so impress the public that they will watch with some interest our future career.

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DELPHIAN ' 01 ZI Class Prophecy By Marie Merrick The dreary twilight was drawing to a close and the shad- ows of night were lengthening in the room, transforming familiar objects into grotesque goblins. I sat by the dying firelight dreamily musing on the past and probable future of the greatest Juniors, the Class of 1902, when, suddenly on the side of the fireplace, loomed a tall figure clad in a flowing robe of pale gray, and, on his brow in shining characters, I read, 191 2. As I gazed, -speechless, the apparition glided toward the window, beckoning me to follow, which I did with- out the slightest hesitation. We passed through the window and found ourselves in the National Capitol, standing in front of the White House. A light shone from the window of the President ' s private library, so, omitting the formality of knock- ing, we entered through the window and I recognized in the great man, the sole occupant of the room, my former class- mate, Fred Morey, who began his presidential career in the High School. Almost instantly the room faded and we were standing in the Legislative Hall of a far western State just as the Gov- ernor arose to speak, and I saw the face and heard the well- remembered voice of Don Carr. The next room we entered was the dining-room in the Governor ' s mansion. The table was set for two, and I glanced expectantly at the door when it opened to admit the Governor with his wife, whom he playfully addressed as Pat. Another swift transition and we stood in the Laboratory of a large High School, where we found Vern Cooper unrav- eling the mysteries of Heat and Light to the rising gen- eration. Upstairs in the same building we came upon Ruby Vick- ery, busy with her history class.