Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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 RUSSEL VAN KOEVERING: “He means what he says and he says it, RUSSELL “I’m not lazy, I just don’t feel like work- ing.” Entered from Allendale High School, ’18. Assistant Advertising Manager, ’20. Page Ten

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GLENN MESSENGER: “Yet his brow is always thoughtful, and his eye is calm and stern.” 2X. A-t , £ (r . WAYNE MURRAY: “firs outer jollity doth hide deep unsus- pected thought, and a true man.” Treasurer of C. H. R. A. A. Orchestra, '19, ’20. Base Ball, '19; Captain, ’20. Entered from Nunica High School, ’IS. CLARENCE SCHESTAG: “Steady and quiet and staunch and true. The best of friends to me and you.” Base Ball, ’19, ’20. Entered from Allendale High School, ’18. cC 0?-f C She V s a manner all her own.” Entered from Nunica High School, ’18. Hot Lunch Club, ’19, ’20. GERALD SQUIER: “A head full of poetry, a pen skilled in rhymes. And a heart glad to welcome all fun and good times.” Orchestra, ’19, ’20. Treasurer of Class, ’20. Art Editor, '20. Page Nine -

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Ballad of the Class of ’20 Oh, come all ye people, ye high and ye low; Come list to the song that I sing. I am the class poet and soon you will know How to catch the fleet word on the wing. I don't like to study, I don’t like to write, 1 don’t like exams, I don’t like to fight. But to scribble some jingle Or to,make up a rhyme Comprises for me A very fine time. We have studied for years To learn how to say A few nice long words In a grammatical way. It has been mighty tough As the sailing was rough, But now with pleasure untold The great book of Life With its struggles and strife Its secrets to us does unfold. For close on four years With wails and with tears We’ve struggled through oceans of books. We’ve written exams, Read of kings and old dames And figured with pothooks and crooks. Oil, geometry’s fine But it’s not in our line, With mathematics we’re all in a fuss, And history’s pages Telling of glories of ages Reads like a dime novel to us; And chemistry, say— Please take it away And bury it deep it the sea; And physics—oh, boy, Possesses no joy But seems most like Chinese, say we. Our class it is best As we all stand the test And I’m sure that you all will agree As we stand up and fight For that which is right Well known we certainly will be. As we strike out alone Through the toil of this zone Each struggling class on the way May follow our path As we lay down our staff And look forward and long for the day When they, too, will pass From the school house and class To less joyful and frequented way. My task it is done And the race almost won And in tempting the Muse as you see, Mv pen’s almost dry So I’ll bid you good-bye And hope you’ll be easy with me. Wayne Murray, '20. Page Eleven