Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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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

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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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tn:iiiii!iiiiii!!ti.!iiiiiimiiii!!iii 1t!llllllll!||lllllllll!tl|lll!li;illlll 19 6 rpnp AV) ]i j-Jjoh v jjuu Class Will To all those concerned, he it known that we, the members of the Senior Class of 192( , after having completed our four years of toilsome study (?) sprinkled here and there with mirth and fun, and having proved ourselves to he of sound mind and body, have reached the first milestone of life. This being the last will and testament of the above aforementioned class graduating from Coopersville High School, County of Ottawa, State of Michigan, United States of America, we do all agree to dispose of our rights and possessions as follows: To the faculty, we leave behind the memories of what we have been and what we might have been. To the undergraduates, we bequeath our keen wit and profound knowledge which has been acquired by much study. We make the following bequests of our personal possessions providing they will be used to advantage: I, Edward Braamse, bequeath my bashful disposition to Vivian Schiedel. I, Mildred Anderson, bequeath my seat located in the back of the room far from the teachers all-seeing eyes to Richard Reed. I, Coral Barret, bequeath my daring ways to William Laug hoping that from henceforth he will be not only seen but also heard. I, Ruth Bliss, bequeath my studious nature to Maynard Lubben. I am sure that this, combined with his great mental ability, will secure him a high place in the world. I, Arthur took, bequeath my beautiful wavy hair to Neva Gleason to complete her boyish bob. I, Doris Bond, bequeath my winsome wiles to Katherine Tenelshof. I, Irene Bolhuis, bequeath my wealth of golden hair to Nettie Dyke. We, Myrtle Braxmaier and Harriett Reed, bequeath all of our unused (?) ex- cuses to Doris Preston and Nettie 1 hompson since we know that thev will need them next year. I, Harry Elenbaas, bequeath my rosy cheeks to the girls hoping that with this gift, they will become more economical. I, Mary Easton, bequeath my musical talent to Carrol Lubben with the hope that he will be a second Paderewski. I, Mildred Ruth Flagel, bequeath my enormous knowledge of Latin to Robert Sickles. I, Alice Gordon, bequeath my carefree ways to Ida Shillenger. May her school days be as happy as mine. I, Edward Jubb, bequeath my Ford to the Nunica bunch so that in the future they may come and go as they please. I, Olive Hoek, bequeath my excess height to Marian Hubbel. I, Orio Maycroft, bequeath my books (which are as good as new) to Edgar Dag- gett, providing he will promise to use them. I, Elga Laubengayer, bequeath my dependability to Clarence Braxmaier. May he profit thereof. I, Elizabeth Kingsley, bequeath my never-ceasing chatter to Eleanor Wolverton. We, Yerlan Hudson and Fannie Leggett, bequeath our close and harmonious friendship to Edna Haystead and Alice Marshal. I, Lillian Lawton, bequeath my giggles to Alberta Sietsema. 30