Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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We found to our joy that we were twenty-five in number, including Ralph Ham- ilton, who had joined our class from Grand ville High School. “Ham” has been with us all year except a short time ago when he had to leave on account of ill- health. He helped very much and was interested in the orchestra, basket ball, base ball, and served as joke editor of the annual. On the evening of September 19, the Athletic Association had a social gathering in the Odd Fellows Hall. Games, music, and fun were amply provided for. Rut as Seniors wre shall especially remember it because we first succeeded in getting a banner because of our A. A. membership. So, naturally, we felt quite proud until recently, when the Juniors cleverly took it away from us. Our Senior year has been an enjoyable one, as a result of parties, basket ball games, socials, visits in the library, etc. The two parties, which were at the homes of Ruth Laug and Jennie Hinken, were immensely enjoyed by the class. Rut as to our visits in the library, we would rather study in the session room; however, we feel very grateful to our librarian, Esther Cook, for through her untiring efforts we have had “Lillies” in the library during the whole year. On April 18th, the girls had their “Gym” party. A large number were pres- ent, and all reported a good time. Music was furnished by the Girls’ Orchestra, games were played, and at a late hour refreshments were served. Now we are approaching graduation and the days of our high school life are almost over. Happy days they have been with a full measure of joy and a mini- mum of sorrow. For the last time as Seniors, we enter the halls of the old C. H. S., and with heavy hearts we shall pass out. Rut the passing out means greater work to be done, bigger tasks to be accomplished. When we realize this, more content- edly, wre pass on. We close with the wish that the history of each member of our class may be as interesting, happy, and successful in the years to come as we as a class have made it in the past four years. Hazel Lubben, '20♦ Success of Our Annual Great things have small beginnings; so it has been with our High School Annual. It is the first one published for fourteen years. In 1906 a very good annual was published, called the “Sybilline.” Rut the classes that followed did not continue this publication, so we, the class of 1920, feel proud that we have picked it up again, and hope to have made a success of it. Could we have suc- ceeded alone? No, indeed we depended on outside support, which has been given us in the form of advertisements, not only from our local business houses and fac- tories, but also by the Grand Rapids firms. We also owe thanks to Mr. Tandler, our publisher, for his kind help and interest in the printing of this annual. The graduating class have shown great enthusiasm in the Annual and have done their best to make it a success. We must not forget the other classes, which have also taken great interest in the work. As we, the Seniors of nineteen hundred and twenty, leave dear old High School, schoolmates, and teachers, we hope that in the years to come, we may keep in touch with them through means of the High School Annual and— As travelers, wre look back at eve, When eastward darkly going. To gaze upon that light wTe leave Still faint behind them glowing— So, when the close of pleasur’d day To gloom hath near consigned us, We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that’s left behind us. Page Fifteen R. Edith Housler, '20.

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History JS 1 great ship passes out from the protected bay into the great unknown ocean; even so we, having completed the course of C. H. S., are about to launch out upon the sea of life. But ere we lift the anchor, and be- fore the good-byes are said, let us take a glance back over our high school course. One beautiful September morning in the year of 1916, you might have seen, had you been looking, a group of thirty-four boys and girls wending their way towards out modern C. H. S. building. A new era was before us and we truly felt that our entering the High School building was doing the organization an honor. But the moment we set foot in the great building all this had vanished. The only pleasant remembrance we have of this day was the friendly smiles of our instructors to be. And as we look back from a Senior’s standpoint we are sure they just had to smile. You cannot imagine how it feels to be a freshman unless you have been one. In spite of all these difficulties we entered the routine of a C. H. S. student with a spirit of “do or die”—probably “die” if the Sopho- mores had a hand in it. A freshman’s life is not entirely miserable, however. We could go to the base ball games and sometimes use the drinking fountain just as the Seniors did. We could look down on the children of the grammar school and inquire as to the progress in the grades. Our class of thirty-four had only three who had started out together, Ruth Laug, Katherine Hoban, and Myron Albrecht. The rest of us had drifted in all along the line. As we entered the Sophomore year we found we had, as freshmen, been severely sifted; only eighteen enrolled in the fall of 1917. As Sophomores we were duly impressed with our responsibility and conducted ourselves accordingly. Still, at this time we were denied the privilege of managing school affairs. Even at this early stage of our High School Course, some had already distin- guished themselves. One was always found with an unusual number of A’s to her credit. Indeed, we have heard that one member of the class aspired to editorial work. But be that as it may, it is a well-known fact that we had two amateur musicians, Ruth Laug and Jennie Hinken, whose careers promised to be great and world-wide. As Juniors in the fall of 1918, we were reinforced by eight new members who came from Allendale, Nunica, and Lamont, making our number twenty-four. No class has had more school spirit than the Junior class. Who would not be proud of a class that had such a splendid record in school activities? Especially were we prominent in the newly organized orchestra, being represented by eight members. This class always turned out nobly for all games; and it is a fact that we were all out to the Track Meet and witnessed the scene which meant so much to our school. But alas! fate was against us; Ravenna carried off the honors. Another big event of the year was the Junior Social. This was “one grand success,” due to the tireless efforts of the members of the class. The main features of the evening included the fish-pond, menagerie, and “Program Free!” The Junior- Senior banquet concluded the program of the Junior year which was a success in every way. Then we reached the last stage of the journey. Our Senior year lay before us. Here was the object of our ambition and the crowning glory of our endeavor. For were we not Seniors to whom all under-classmen must bow in submission ? In spite of the superiority we felt, we found that Senior responsibility was placed upon us. We were glad to welcome as a class-mate, Howard Brecken, a member of the class of T9, who had answered the call of his countrv and enlisted as a marine. Page Fourteen

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Prophecy Scene—Cafe of summer resort. Two at table waiting for sodas, two others walk in immediately after curtain rises and are recognized. Evelyn—Well, for pity’s sake, if here isn’t Breck and John! Ruth—Where? Oh! Breck—Evelyn and Ruth ! John—Sure enough. Well, this is luck. I haven’t seen anyone from the old class for an age. E.- Do sit down and tell us what you’ve been doing all this time. It.—Yes, do. I haven’t seen either of you since commencement. (Waiter appears and takes orders). B.—Well, I took a course in Athletic Coaching after I left C. H. S. My first attempt at the business was at Union High in Grand Rapids. I soon secured an appointment to Harvard, where I have been coaching for the past few years. You remember I always liked any kind of athletics during my high school life. I don’t know what John’s been doing. J.—I’ve been working for the government since I left college. Just now I’m going to different cities to lecture on the need of better conditions for boys in re- form schools. But what have you girls been doing? E.—Oh, I’ve been teaching school ever since graduation except for a few years when I took a Normal course and obtained a life certificate. I just came to this resort to spend my vacation and met Ruth here. R.—Yes, and we’ve been having a grand time. After I left C. H. S. I took up a nurse’s course in the Blodgett Memorial Hospital of Grand Rapids. Since grad- uating from there I have been working as a trained nurse in Bronson Hospital in Kalamazoo. I am having a vacation now and have just come back from a trip to Washington to spend a few days here. I went out there to visit Warren. J.—And what is Warren doing now? R.—He’s in the Aerial Forest Guard out there. He always wanted to be an aviator. He entered an aviation school soon after he graduated and later went out to Washington. While out there I saw Gerald Squier. He’s a traveling sales- man for the Edison’s Wireless Telephone Company. B.—I saw him, too, a while ago. He’s doing a good business. He told me he had seen Myron Albrecht at Annapolis. He’s in the Navy now. He has been given an ensign’s commission lately. E.—He has! Well, he certainly is doing well. Did you know that Charles Allen has become a very successful lawyer? He began his practice three years ago in Grand Rapids. Now he is in Chicago. They say he can make the jury believe anything he wants to. He must be more convincing than he was at school. B.—Speaking of Chuck makes me think of Esther Cook. Has anyone seen or heard anything of her? E.—Yes, I saw her last summer. She has become a dietitian. After graduat- ing from High School she taught a country school for five years. Then she took up the study of dietetics at Ann Arbor. Now she is in Detroit seeing that “Stew” gets balanced rations. J.—Well, I’m glad the “case” is settled at last. That reminds me of Norma and Wayne. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Murray. Ahem! Wayne is writing poetry now. You ought to read his last poem, “Ode To a Squash.” It’s a great suc- cess. Norma writes short stories, and censors his poetry. She is a great help. R.—I always tho’t so. And Helen is a poetess. You know she wrote poems when she was at school. Edithc is a “typewriter” now and she types Helen’s poems before sending them to the editor. Page Sixteen