Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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 | ‘aupvrsviifoftigh c iool '22 Looking Forward Say, folks, when first we came here, It seemed like a long way to go, Before we would finish High School; But now it seems as though We’ve been here but a little while, And now we’re nearly done. Our school days here are over But our life is scarce begun. Let us hope that in the future Our High School life will be A help for every burden To be borne by you and me. For we must toil and labor For many, many days Before we reach our highest goal And receive a word of praise. Since there’s no task that can’t be conquered, Let us try to do our best; Then, when our work is finished And we have a chance to rest, We can think back without regrets And know our work’s well done, For what better can we wish Than to know that we have won? Four years we now have been here And we’ve had a lot of fun, But after all, the best of life Is when you have begun To be a little serious And to see what you can do When you are really working And not just trying to. Though you did your best All through your High School days, Don’t get over-confident And swell up with self-praise; But whatever happens to you Keep faith in God and man, And use this for your motto: “I’ll do the best I can.” H. K. G. ’22. Page Twenty-six

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$ [aaparivllfo Jjigh $ehoo) '11 Pryer called the CevUlian. It has in it an article by Grant Treloar, telling about the discovery of a new system of light generated by the firefly. Also an article by Merlin Pryer, now a veterinary surgeon, telling how to take the squeal out of a pig. And then there is still another telling about the work Emma Lake is doing for the Eskimos in her outdoor school. A.—About a year ago Marie Welling was in school to sell me some massage cream which was guaranteed to remove and prevent all wrinkles. I bought some, and you can see the remarkable change that it has brought about. L—On my way to Eur pe I sailed on a ship called the “Mayflower,” owned and operated by Dorothy Albrecht. On my arrival I met Francis Garter, a distinguished literary critic. We took lunch together and, while there, in came Anna M. Morhardt. She told me that she was a governess for an aristocratic family in England. A.—You surely have met a lot of our old classmates. I saw Bernerd Luben not ling ago at the University of Michigan. He is at the head of the Horticultural Depart- ment and thinks that Martha Maebius, his stenographer, is one of his prettiest flowers. L.—We’re in the city now. I’ll have to leave you soon. Have you seen or heard anything of our faculty? A.—Yes. I attended church services conducted by Mr. Kempers in the new church at Allendale, and you should see his wife, a former graduate of Hope. Don’t you know we used to think he liked Miss DePree. I guess she liked him, too, the way she turned down others; and now, as I understand, she is still teaching. L.—The last I heard, Mr. Dahlberg was making dolls to amuse the pupils of the little school under the supervision of Miss Wasson. That was a long time ago, though, and I suppose they are married by this time. A.—Jlr. Conrad was superintendent of a school in Big Rapids for several years after leaving C’ville. He has now returned and is living in Ravenna. Miss Emerson fell in love with one of her music pupils and it strangely happened that Miss Shellen- barger was the private secretary to the boy’s father. L.—This is my station, so I shall have to go. Hope I can see you again soon. L. F. A. B. ’22. Page Twenty-five

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