Comstock High School - Corral Yearbook (Comstock, MI)

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Senior RONALD RENE VINING A quiet tongue shows a wise head. Baseball 1-2 Football 3-4 Annual 4 Play 3-4 Debate 4 GRACE E. WILSON What treasure found she? Roily. Forensics 1-2-3-4 Junior Play Hi-Teens 3 ELMA JEAN WATERLANDER The busy have no time for tears. Hi-Teens 4 Play 3 Play Dir. 4 Owlette 3-4 Debate 4 G. DAWN WEED Like her name, bright and shiney. Debate 4 Hi-Teens 4 Annual 4 RICHARD YOUNG Honorary Senior The constant friend is a thing rare and hard to find. 9

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senior JOAN MARIE STEENBERG What ever is, is best. Hi-Teens 4 Annual 4 Play 4 Owlette 3-4 ELEANOR THOMAS Not too serious, not too gay, yet she has a pleasing way. Student Council 2 Basketball 1-3 Class Sec. 1 Band 1-2-3 Student Dir. 3 Tennis 1-2-3-4 C.C. Club Tres. 4 DONALD M. STOWE Some say he's quiet; others doubt it. Baseball-2-3 Basketball-4 Owlette-3-4 Annual-4 RONALD L. STUUT Man's abilities have never been measured. Basketball 1 Play 3-4 Annual 4 ETHEL IRENE SUMMERSON A girl who never has to bluff. Hi-Teens 4 Annual 4 Play 4 Chorus French Club EDYTHE EVELYNNE TYLER I'm going to go it a bit before I settle down. Treasurer-2-3-4 Play-3-4 Owlette-3-4 Annual-4 Band-1-2-3 VALERIE VANDERBEEK For a light heart lives long. Play 3 Owlette 3 Annual 4 NORMA JEAN VAN WYNEN Worry-where have I heard that word before. Red Cross Pres. 1-2-3-4 Hi-Teens 3-4 Annual 4 Chorus 1-3 Debate 3 Play 4 8

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Clad d JJidtory, In the school year 1940-41 o great thing happened at Comstock; the class of '53 started its long climb toward the top. During the time that elapsed between the kindergarten and the sixth grade we were so busy learning the three R‘s and growing up? that we didn't do anything worth mentioning. Then it happened, before we knew it we were in junior high. It's quite a step into junior high from the delinquent stages of the first six years of school to the supposedly grown up stages of the seventh and eighth grade. Mr. Hoehne did a great deal in preparing us for high school, but we still weren't quite ready when we got there. In 1949, we really did it, we were freshmen. We discovered that there is a wee bit of difference between junior high and high school, especially the freshman year. Hey, this is great, oops my mistake, initiation. If you have been through freshman initiation, you know what it is. To those who haven't, I say this, Oh brother. One nice thing about initiation is the teachers don't get much work handed to them. Boy are those sophomores mean; have you ever walked ten miles on a country road you hove never seen before at midnight, some fun---no? Then came the initiation party, some fun; did you girls ever try making love to Mr. Young or did any of you boys ever try to sell a package of cigarettes to the coach. Taking everything into consideration the whole thing was quite a lot of fun. After the effects of initiation had worn off, we got down to business and elected our class officers. They were: President-Kenneth Fryling;Vice-President-Ronald Slater; Secretary-Patricia McVay; Treasurer-Nancy Keiser; Student Council Representative- Eleanor Thomas; and class advisor-Mr. Ruhs. The remainder of the freshman year was fairly successful. With a little bit of hard work and a little luck, we managed to get into the tenth grade. Our first thoughts were thoughts of revenge. We were really going to lay in on—we thought, but as luck would have our plans were changed. Due to circumstances highly beyond our control, the practice of sophomores taking freshmen for rides was outlawed and the whole initiation process had to be calmed down. The remainder of the year was devoted to making money—three hundred and forty-seven dollars, not bad, but still far from enough. Our chosen leader for the sophomore year was Collins Reed. His cabinet consisted of Vice-President-Dick Gleesing; Secretary-Eleanor Thomas; Treasurer-Edythe Tyler; Representative to Comstocks version of the U.N. (Student Council) Patricio McVay. Mr. Ruhs was still our class advisor. The eleventh grade-only one year left. It seems that the farther you go the more problems you have. This year the money problem is really rough. We have to sponsor the Junior-Senior prom. That was nothing serious, of course, it only cost us about half the money we had in our treasury. The dinner and dance were held at the Harris Hotel. The food wasn't too bad and the music was-well itwasloud. We were all glad when it was over, but we all enjoyed ourselves. After we had recovered and school life was back to normal, we settled down and concentrated on making money again instead of spending it, not much time left before the senior year and the trip. Our class officers for our junior year were: President-Dona Id Rand; Vice-President-Donna Sprague; Secretary-Geri DeVries; Treasurer-Edythe Tyler, Student Council Representative-Patricia McVay. Much to our regret we were forced to select a new class advisor. Mr. Ruhs had enough troubles of his own in the junior high. Our new advisor was Miss Whiteside. This is the year we have to work the hardest. With only a very short time before the trip, we still have to make a thousand dollars. We did practically everything to make money. We sold popcorn, hotdogs, cokes, and coffee at the football games. At the basketball games, we sold popcorn, hotdogs, and potato chips. Our class officers for the senior year are: President-Ronald Slater; Vice-President-Donna Sprague; Secretary-Geri DeVries; Treasurer-Edythe Tyler; Student Council Representative-Leona Chmiel. Our class advisor was Mr. B. J. Earl. He did a wonderful job and we will be forever indebted to him. We are looking forward to a wonderful trip to Washington D.C., but what we are looking forward to more than anything is graduation day; and our diplomas—signed if you please. 10