Clarkston High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Clarkston, MI)

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THE DREAMERS We were crowded in our classroom .III sit fin g still ond meek, Mrs. Winn in the same room Sot a one dared to speak. Tis a fearful thing in summer. To he kept from out-of-doors When we could he romping 'round. With our laughter and our noise. We sat there in silence. For the brightest thought in rain While the birds chatted freely, Driving us 'most insane. As thus we sat in silence, Each one with a mean less stare You're not studying,” said Mrs. Winn As she arose from her chair. But we looked at her in silence And she shook her head in rain “If you'd only learn to study” said she Your marks wouldn't he the same Then we studied in better humor. And we praised her without fear For we walked from school in June, Brilliant and full of cheer. Gertrude F. Mid ter. THE SIXTH GRADE We're in the sixth grade, half way through, Xow just a word about our teachers. And we're just as smart as any of you; All are loyal, none are preachers; Some are large, and some are small, 'There's Mr. Winn, Hood's successor. But that don't make any difference at all. He surely makes a fine professor. Sir more years ire'll be there too, Cur principal is Mr. Schliclier, And then we'll show you what we can do; Xext comes Mrs. Winn, we all like her When ire hare gleaned our high school knowledge,There's Mrs. Hock well, (Imres and Howes, Here's hoping 'ire all may go to college They all see that we keep our rows. —Wayne K. Parnell. THE SOPHOMORES OF ’28 Here we are the Sophomores, A mighty fine class; All others are kept in the rear, Because they can't get last. Some are bright and others shiny. Some are large and one is tiny; But ire are here to do our stuff, .titlin' ire sometimes do get rough. There's Mrs. Potter and Miss llerriff, Either one could tame a sheriff; And Mr. Stewart who is always pert, A Itlio' his job is chasing dirt. A JUNIOR LYRIC I Ye were the Juniors bold! Praises though manifold Are soon forgotten; Each year have we surpassed Our mark made in the last, Honors well-gotten. Three years we onward strove 'Till with our treasure trove The shore we sighted; Many the deeds we wrought. Many the jewels we sought, Our minds well freighted. The sands of time run through Another year is due Then graduation; (lone are our childish years Life with its smiles and tears Holds fascination. —Helen Carolyn Cheeseman. 31

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Class History It came to pass in the year nineteen hundred and twenty-two, on one bright sunshiny uay in September, that twenty-two Freshmen entered the Halls of Learning, and it came to pass, as they did enter this land, that they were received with wild welcomings and rejoicings by those who it was decreed should henceforth lead them up the slippery by-ways of knowledge. Thus, they were received with glee by a certain band of wild beings who were called “Sophomores” and who, because of their fierce taste for Freshman blood, did pounce upon them daily and nightly cause them to suffer great tilings. And as they dwelt long in the land, they fell in with the customs of the inhabitants so their strangeness wore away, and they each became as one among the rest. Now it came to pass at the beginning of the second year, that a new band of youths did come up from the adjoining territory, and the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-two, in the new dignity of their promotion, remembered the davs of their own greenness and as the Sophomores of their day had done unto them, even so did they do unto these new Freshmen, and did show no mercy unto their sufferings, and no heed unto their lamentations, until all were bruised and full of much sorrow. Behold, at the end of these two years, only fourteen who entered the Halls of Learning traveled into the two years of mystery and expectations. As the class went on its way through the land of plenty and promise, they did overtake one fair youth, Seymour Yoorhees, by name, who cried unto them with a loud voice and said “Take me into your class, I prav you” and as he spoke even so did the Class of '26 listen and have compassion upon him, and it was done unto him as he asked. It came to pass at the end of these three years that (). Carl Hood, the Superintendent who had thus far traveled in their lead, did go from this country to far distant places, and there was much grief and sorrow in the land, for verily, had he made himself dearly beloved by the Class of '26. Now it so happened that there dwelt in an adjoining territory, I). M. Winn, a man of much learning and good repute, who, hearing of the departure from his post of O. Carl Hood, removed from his field of labor and dwelt in the Hall of Learning, that the travels of the Class of '26 might continue for many days. This, the fourth year in the History of this great and wonderful Class of 26, has been one of much hard labor, and little resting by the wayside; for preparations have been made ready for them to take their final departure from the land. So that the whole number at the end of the year is fourteen: I.eola Francis William Dunston Manley Walter Blanche Crosby Seymour Yoorhees Stanley Orr Edward Seeterlin Lauren Miller Lee Jones Fdward Leo Porritt Gladys Finzel Elizabeth Andrews Grace Petty Allen Fiske So it came to pass that of the one and twenty who entered this land in 1922, only fourteen will depart, for verily, verily, I say unto you that broad is the gate, and wide is the way that leadeth to the High School, in thereat; but narrow is the gate and long is the wav that leadeth to graduation, and few there be that find it. Four years hath the ('lass of '26 sojourned in the land, and gathered in large portions the fruits from the tree of knowledge. “But, let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap if we faint not.” 30

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“A Great Desire’’ “My greatest desire,’’ said a star half hack on the I’, of M. team, “is to milk one of those quirt creatures which you see standing in a fence corner chewing its cud.” Having an uncle who was much set against my going to college, I decided to show him that going to college didn't need to keep one from being useful on the farm. Writing my uncle I told him 1 was coining out to visit him for a week and help him with the chores. Packing my grip I board- ed the train, soon arriving at the small town where my uncle was to meet me. While waiting for my uncle I noticed a sign across the street which read, “Men's Clothing, Boots and Shoes,” which put a new idea into my head. Crossing the street and entering the store I asked to look at overalls and jackets telling the clerk 1 wanted the best regardless of price. He brought out a jacket and a pair of overalls, I guess be must have known I was a greenhorn for when I asked him the price he calmly said, “ten dollars”. That was pretty hefty but 1 paid it and bought a pair of rubber boots which set me back another ten. Re- ceiving my purchases wrapped up in tough brown paper. I marched out of the store feeling like a regular farmer. Returning to the station I bought two tickets to a show which was to be used for a future purpose. My uncle finally arrived with a run down Ford. Arriving at the farm I greeted my aunt, washed and ate supper, and while eating I persuaded my uncle and aunt to take the tickets I had bought and go to the show while I did the chores. After they had departed, 1 went to my room, put on the overalls, jacket, and boots, took the milk pail and went to the barn. The first thing I did was to feed the cow some bay. Then taking the pail and milk stool I sat down on the left side of tlu cow, grasped one quarter of the cow’s udder with both hands and squeezed it, instead of the stream of milk hitting the pail it went up my sleeve. I tried it again, this time it went down my boot. I then succeeded in getting about a teacupful of milk in the pail. So the first quarter ended, the only interference being a switch of the cow's tail which caught me in the eye. By the time I bad started tlu second quarter, sin bad her hay eaten and, looking around, with a snort she kicked the pail out of my hands. I calmly said, “So boss”, picked up the pail and sat down again. This time she made a pass at me with her left hind foot and 1 pointed to the forty-five yard line which quieted her for a minute. The next time she tried a double pass or two or three of them, kicking me until she could reach me with her head, bunted me back, kicked me again and gave me another hunt which sent me out of the stall. Grabbing a pitchfork I showed her what it felt like. Then picking up the pail, I bent it back into shape, sat down again, succeeding in getting about a pint before she let fly with both feet. 1 tackled, and went down to the goal line, that was enough for me so I called time, went to a neighbor's and paid a boy to come and do the chores. While he was doing them I wrote a letter to myself, sending it to town with the boy. The next day I received a letter calling me home on very special business. — Donald McGregor.