Charlotte High School - Delphian Yearbook (Charlotte, MI)

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DELPHIAN, C. E. 8. NINETEEN SIXTEEN SOLD HIS RETURN TICKET This, perhaps, should come as the class prophecy, but the real prophet was not versed in subjects mentioned farther on. Time— 2000 A. D. Place — Gates of Heaven. Person— Bob Tower. As Bob ' s inky paw tapped lightly (?) on the pearly portals, St. Peter came along the path and began to arrange Bob ' s tickets and convey- ance. While doing so, the harmonious strains of the heavenly choir, wafted by the zephyr- like breezes floated to Bob ' s ears. What ' s that noise, rudely interrupted Bob. Our singers, replied old Peter proudly; twenty-five strong, too. For the love of Mike, is that all, scoffed the rude Bob. Why dou ' t you have a decent biinch while you are at it. I ' m an orgauzier, let me get up a creditable affair. You, grunted Peter unimpressed. Yep, me, eagerly replied Bob. Can you get 75,000 sopranos? Peter allowed as how he could. And 75,000 altos? Peter nodded. And 75,000 tenors? Again the waiting Peter nodded. Ah, sighed Bob, now we ' ll have a real bunch. ' ' But I say, Robert, how about the bass and a leader, asked the thoughtful door tender. Oh, never mind that, Pete, ole Kid, inter- rut ed Bob, What, will sing bass and I ' ll lead. When St. Peter came to again he told Bob about the wealth in heaven, how one cent equalled $10,000,000, and one minute 1,000 years. At this Bob was outwardly impressed. Say, Pete, old sport, he interposed after a mo- ment ' s reflection, lend me a cent for a minute. Peter came back gasping for air. Well, Rob- ert, you can start your trip below now, here is your round trip ticket, said Peter between gasps. Bob on reaching the lower regions ran across Hoag, Melntyre and Jones calmly sitting by the roaring furnace enjoying a quiet game of cards. They greeted Bob and asked him to sit down and play cards. I ' m broke, explained Bob, but gwan, let me in. Nothing doing, interposed Mike. Well, I ' ll start out and scare up some coin, replied the crestfallen passenger. A little while later Bob returned with plenty of money. Say, Bob, inquired Mac after Bob ' s pile kept increasing, where did you get the money ? ' ' Sold my return ticket to heaven, replied Bob as he drew an ace out of his pocket. Endynicon (By Grace Densmore, ' 16.) Softly over the world so fair Night drew the curtains of day, There on the mountain, the pine boughs his bed, Endynicon quietly lay. L own thru the soft glowing shadows of night Diana, the Moon-Goddess came. And over her heart at his beauty so rare Came love with its clear, divine flame. 0 Goddess of Night in your chariot of gold For the beauty of mortals you sigh, But the will of the gods must endure to the end And the love in your fond heart must die. Thus Jove, the king of gods on high, Sent Diana his will from above, But she heard not nor hee...ed the gracious command. For her heart was aflame with great love. So she caught up the shepherd so calmly at rest And swiftly came on thru the night, And cast o ' er his spirit a ne ' er ending sleep. Lest time mar his beauty so bright. Thus for gods and for mortals pure love is divine. And thru shadows shine out like the day. And in spite of barriers so strongly built up Is victoiious, immortal for aye. Page twenty-nine

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DELPHIAN, C. H. S. NINETEEN SIXTEEN back he ran with the grace of a deer. A tackle darted in front of him, he dodged easily. His pursuers gained on him every moment. The goal seemed far away. The pain in his throat choked him ; his sides seemed tearing, his knees were weakening, when he heard the encourag- ing cry of his mother : Holy St. Patrick! he ' s gone mad; that ' s the boy, Mickey, me darliu ' ! Then faintly to his ears, as he sped on, came the appealing note of Margaret O ' Hara, For me, Mickey, for me. Renewed strength seemed to be injected into his body, and with another effort he threw him- self across the line. Cheer upon cheer rang through the crowd. Nine for Mickey, Nine for his mother and father. Then Mickey raised his tired head and croaked hoarsely, Well, boys, let ' s see how it ' ll sound to give nine for Mrs. Mickey! The Seasons (By Ermintrude Martin, ' IS.) A cloud of petals drifting down Before a gentle breeze, To fall upon a verdant ground Prom blossom-laden trees; A throng of yellow butterflies. That float and whir and dip; Some fleecy clouds in azure skies; A bee poised o ' er the lip Of sweet narcissus ' golden cup, With pollen-gilded coat, While he on nectar sweet doth sip; A song-bird ' s single note, From out a bloom-encircled bower, Doth cheer his little mate, Who far below among the flowers On four eggs sits in state. Some yellow asters by the road, The gentian ' s fringe uncurled; The harvest of the seed once sowed In Springtime by the world; The frost has stained the maples red. The beeches clothed in gold; The plants have many songbirds fed From stores of seed they hold; The leaves drop slowly, one by one; The nuts at last are ripe; And thru the woodland sounds the gun, Where once the blackbirds piped. A smoky haze hangs every day; The sun serenely shines Upon a world now red and gay. With dimmed horizon lines. A plaintive bird-note thru the still Of the oppressive heat; Which, from the basswood on the hill. Is hung with perfume sweet. A noonday quiet rest o ' er all, O ' er forest and o ' er field. And to its noiseless, drowsy call All nature needs must yield. Within the cool, dark forest shade The leaves hang wholly still; There comes from out a dusky glade The laughter of a rill. Which rambles lightly to and fro, Like bird-songs thru the rain, Or voices heard long years ago, And to be heard again. The trees stand leafless, sombre-black. Against the dead-white snow. The naked branches eerily, Wave stifly to and fro. They cast fantastic shadows In the cheerless, cold moonlight. And Luna now is hidden By thick black clouds from sight. The snow, a blanket thick and white. Lies softly on the earth; Serene is this December night. The season of Christ ' s birth. The black clouds, edged with silver lace. Pass, and again revealed Are the broad and snowy reaches Of highway, lawn and field. Page twenty-eight

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DELPHIAN, C. H. S. NINETEEN SIXTEEN Declamatory and Oratorical Contest The preliminary Oratorical and Declamatory contest was held in the High School auditorium April 7 to decide who would represent Char- lotte at the sub-district contest. Not as miich enthusiasm was shown as dur- ing the past few years but regardless of this a good crowd was present. The Declamatory contest was a close one be- tween Mr. Thompson and Miss Jordon, but finally the judges decided in favor of Miss Jordan. The Oratorical contest was easily won by Mr. Jones, he being the only contestant. PROGRAM Music — HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA Liberty or Death Patrick Henry JOHN SPANIOLA Sparticus to the Gladiators E. Kellogg RAY THOMPSON Vocal Solo — The Birds Go North Again Charley Willeby lONE WILBBR Oration The Melting Pot MERLE JONES ' Music — Selected GIRLS ' OCTETTE On the American Revolution Earl of Chatham ANNA HORN Joan of Arc DeQuincey MILDRED JORDAN Piano Solo — Selected GRAYSON NEWARK Decision of Judges THE JUDGES Cynthia A. Green Judge L. J. Dann Dr. A. W. Hutchins Sub-District Contest After a very spirited local contest held in the High School Auditorium, April 20, Miss Mildred Jordan and Mr. Merle Jones were selected to represent Charlotte High in decla- mation and oratory at the sub-district contest, which was held at Grand Ledge, April 21, 1916. The story is told but briefly when it is said that our representatives both returned victors. A number of High School boys, namely. Earl McUmber, Lero3 Clement, Lester Parker, George Osborn, Burdett Brown, and Harold Clement journeyed to Grand Ledge and were right on hand to cheer our candidates on to victory. Several teachers also took the trip. The remarkable thing about the contest is that our orator received every first place of the six that were awarded by the judges and our de- claimer drew two out of three possible firsts. This is a victory rarely achieved by any high school and we are all naturally proud of the candidates who so gloriously represented Charlotte. Pagp thirty