Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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iiiiiiniimniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiimniminiiiiiHiiiiiittii While vve were regaling in social activities, a number of our students were turning their attention to declamation and oration. Margaret Walcott, Jen- nette Maris, and Verlan Hudson were on the declamatory team competing with Ravenna, and Jennette Maris represented the school in the district Oratorical meet. In the Spring the dramatic season opened, the Juniors presenting the “Hoodoo” on March twenty-six and twenty-seven. Our tal- ented cast easily scored a great success, playing to a full house both evenings. Finding our year drawing to a close we made preparations for the annual Junior-Senior Banquet. Under the management of our competent advisor, Miss Mann, the banquet, unique in its style, was given in June and was easily the social drawing card of the Spring term. Desiring to change our usual picnicking grounds we decided to journey to Mona Lake, where a jolly good time was had by everyone who attended the gathering. With mirth and pleasure each year we saw our high school life passing swiftly on like the speeding meteors in the star illumined heavens. Slowly and ponderously the massive pendulum of Father Time’s endless masterpiece tolled the seconds and minutes of our pleasant days. Before we were scarcely aware of it we had mounted the final steps and now on the topmost one we are resting. We are Seniors. From Freshmen to Seniors we have travelled and now with thirty-five members we are taking a final farewell from our home where for four years we have mixed sorrow with gladness. Our Senior year has been a most enjoyable one, although we were engaged with numer- ous activities attending our last year at high school. Early in the fall we elected Alice Gordon for president, and the other class officers were Elga Laubengayer, vice-president; Mildred Omlor, secretary, and John Hinken, treasurer. With Mr. Roosenraad as our class advisor we were prepared for a Senior year that would ever be a memory to us. A weenie roast at Grand Haven in October marked the beginning of our social regalement. Later in the year we were the guests of Mildred Anderson and Mildred Ruth Flagel at a Progessive party. Certainly at no other evening’s entertainment did we have such a good time. The work on our annual commenced in January and from then on we were very busy. “The Rodeo,” published in May as the first annual having the permanent name from our high school was termed as the best ever published from Coopersville. At a class meeting we selected wine red and white for our colors, American Beauty for our flower, and “Row- ing, Not Drifting,” for our motto. Our Class Play, “When a Feller Needs a Friend,” was given in May and as an amateur production was certainly a brilliant success, drawing record attendance each evening of its presentation. The Junior-Senior Banquet was given in true Junior style as a farewell to the Senior class. With the first farewell given us we saw our Senior year, our final year of high school passing away. It was the end of the beginning. For us, the timepiece had ceased its labor and our history is finished. With our 28

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luiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiin 1926 History of the Class of 1926 With unmitigated and zealous labor for the past four years we, who have now attained the topmost pinnacle of our high school career, have diligently perused the musty chronicles of scores of works of history which, even to us now, are becoming a vague memory. With other lands and peoples these annals were primarily concerned; peoples with whom we had no near and kindred associations. Indeed then it is no more than fittingly proper that we should leave be- hind us a brief synopsis of our sojourn at Coopersville High School, that our achivements may blend with those of other classes into the one great history of the school which will cast a halo of glory around the principal character, our Alma Mater. It is then with a feeling of anticipation that we gaze into the misty and perhaps somewhat dim past to record our first adventures of high school life. It was a beginning. A new vista had unfolded before us, bridging the future years. As first year students we bore the appelation of Freshmen, which tended to place us in an inferior position in the eyes of the upper classmen. Yet the members of the class of ’26, fifty-eight in number and enjoying the reputation of being the largest class since the school’s existence were not playing tiie precedented role, for we, even at the Freshmen reception displayed our mettle and it soon became apparent that we were an altogether different class. Several enjoyable parties and the picnic at W olf Lake comprised the first chapter of our higher education. Turning the pages of our book forward we find this same group, although having lost fifteen members, resuming their school life once more. Besides our regular curriculum of study we reveled in a diversified year of parties, athletics, and a general good time. In basketball, baseball, and track we placed participants, each earning merit for class and school as well. Having duly tormented the Freshmen, delved into the mysteries of new and unknown sciences, and established for ourselves a reputation respected by all classes, we brought our Sophomore year to a finish, with a rousing picnic at the rendevous of the school’s picnic grounds. Two years had come and gone on the fleet wings of Time and before we had scarcely realized it we were Juniors. In name, in class accomplishments, and in fact we were Juniors and a more eager group you could never desire. Was it not we who innovated the Junior Carnival, 1 he t at s Meow, gi en in October for the benefit of the .Athletic Association? 1 he first part of this nature proved to be a tremendous success, netting a fine sum for Athletics. 27

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iiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiii raoperjville High Schoati we Commencement Day we depart forever from high school life at Coopersville. 'e have added a final sentence to those records of the four years in which we have each tried to do our best. The years will speed by, and we, soon finding our particular line of business will wander “farther from the shore where life’s young fountain gleams.” Yet let us never forget the scenes of our high school life and in the future give a thought to those shining days when “life was new and all was bright with morning dew.” It is then with a last thought to those days that T close the history of the graduating class of nineteen hundred and twenty-six and in closing, I quote our well known poet, Oliver Wendell Holmes, who in a class poem gave his final farewell. “A health to our future, a sigh for our past We love, we remember, we hope to the last; Time waits not for us and we wait not for you, The class of ’26 has spoken, Adieu.” M. M. O. ’26. 29