Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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HARVEY TEUSINK: “Oh, thou art too mild, too mild, I pray thee, swear.” Treasurer of Hi-Y. Reserve Basket Ball Team, '21. Class Will. Asst. Business Manager. ALICE TOOGOOD: “Her smile is like the evening mild.” Hot Lunch Club, '18, ’19, ’20, ’21. Vice President of H. L. C , 21. CHARLES WESTOVER: “Feet are such a trial, but very essential.” Basket Ball, '19, '20, '21. Captain of Reserves, '19, '20. Track, '20. Treasurer of Class, '21. Secretary of Hi-Y. Class Poet. ANITA WALT: “With lifted head and dreamy eves.' Orchestra, '18, '19, '20, ’21. JOHN WOLBRINK: “An innocent face, but you never can tell!” Entered from Allendale H. S., 19. President of Class, 21. Base Ball, '20, '21. Assistant Advertising Manager. I Page Ten

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LLOYD LEWIS: “Talk not of love, it gives me pain.' Base Ball, ’21. MARJORIE PARK: “I hide my real feelings with light and airy nothingness.” President of Class, ’18. Hot Lunch Club, '18, 19, '20. Demonstrator H. L. C., ’19, '20. Basket Ball, '21. Orchestra, 21. Assistant Joke Editor, '20. Assistant Editor in Chief, '21. IRENE SMITH: “Troubles never trouble me. Secretary of Class, '20. Editor in Chief, '21. Valedictorian. EDITH SPENCER: “The best of friends to me and you. Entered from Nunica H. S., '19. Hot Lunch Club, 19, 20, ’21. GLENN TAYLOR: “He laughed away the sorrow. He laughed away the gloom.” President of Class, 20. President of A. A., '21. Basket Ball, ’20, ’21. Base Ball, ’19, ’20, ’21. Track, ’19, ’20. Captain of Base Ball Team, ’21. Athletic Editor. r — Page Nine

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CLASS BALLAD Here’s the class of ’21, Merrily did the Sophomores cry it As we straggled one by one, Slowly, ’neath the blazing sun, Each fearing for a riot. Fearfully, we kept advancing When a path was opened wide, And we surely felt like singing As aside, we caution flinging, Hurried to the teacher’s side. Then began a year of sorrows. Filled with many a weary race; And we feared the coming morrows, Feared them and their awful hours With the sophomores’ hated face. Finally that year was ended, And we offered prayers of thanks. As our homeward way we wended, For the teachers, they had granted. Sanction that we might advance. Oh! that summer how we figured. When we gained our own revenge; How the school yard would be littered And the freshman’s peace be fritered By our wishes to avenge. Yet, that fall when school was gath- ered. And the one great year had come. Then it was our joy was shattered So completely nothing mattered, I.ife was taken from our fun. For our luck was all against, us, And the freshmen were quite happy; Oh ! they surely felt victorious At the way that they had fooled us Into missing their first party. Still that year to us was pleasant, Filled with many a happy hour, For our thoughts were then more dis- tant Than they now are, in the present, Of our choice of a career. When our second year was finished And we had gained our earned reward. By our pride were we distinguished Which they might have had dimin- ished. And not left us very poor. W e fulfilled our one ambition And entered on our closing year, W hen we must make preparation For our final separation At the close of school life here. Gaily we attacked our studies, Ready for a banner year. And we took up all our duties, With their work and hard earned booties Joyously, without a fear. Now our life at school is ended. W’e have finished every task And our minds are quite contented With the thought which all have granted, That we gave our very best. Tomorrow is the future, In which we have to prove our worth; And the fields in which we venture, F'or the seeking of their treasure, Are for us untrodden earth. Charles Westover, '21. Page Eleven