Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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Illlllllllllllll!® H.S IIIIIIIIIIIIIHII RODEO||||||||||||||||!1932||||||||||||||||| ourselves. Whatever we have been in these four years, we will be in life. Dreamy, energetic, wise and strong. There is a place for each one of us in that great future that we are just now catching a glimpse of. We know not what life holds for us; there is a curtain drawn be- tween us and that dim, uncertain plane. What shall we be, what shall we do, what shall we accomplish? No one can answer those questions for us. Many times there will be no friends to shield us from pain, no one to guard us from dangerous pitfalls. Our lives are what we alone make them! Classmates, let us be sturdy and strong! Let us build straight, beautiful lives! Let us find peace, joy, success and happiness. We must be prepared for pain, for stumbling blocks, for danger. There is much loveliness in life—if we but find it, much peace and contentment if we but seek it. So, in the dim tomorrow, remember our motto, “Be square, and be wise.” Remember and do not slip in the path you are treading, do not falter, do not fail, but go on and on and on. Page Twenty

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Salutatory As Shelly says: “We look before and after, And pine for what is not. Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those That tell of saddest thoughts.” That bit of poetry expresses exactly how we, the t lass of 1932, feel. Tonight is a happy one for us. We believe that we have come to a goal; that we havedone our best to achieve success. And, yet, throughout our happiness there is just that touch of sadness which seems inevitable with all joy. In behalf of my class, I greet you all; parents, teachers and friends. Is it necessary for me to say, as others have said before me, that we sincerely appreciate all you have done for us? Our joy is to be shared by you, because you have rightfully earned that privilege. At times, it may have seemed as if we forgot those things, but underneath, we really do realize what all of you have done for us, how you have helped and encouraged us. Four years ago, the members of this class met together for the first time. There were so many strange faces, so many strange things, that we seemed almost to hesitate before going on. During these years we have formed many friendships, have had many happy ex- periences. At times, perhaps, we wasted our strength and whimpered at little trials, or we judged each other too harshly and forgot that we must have understanding, that we must remember ihe golden grains amid the evil. But there are always numerous obstacles and disap- pointments in the pathway of success, so we struggled on. We profited by our mistakes. Because we fought and conquered them, our joy is more complete. Dr. Grenfell says, “Life is always, everywhere, a real, tough, courageous fight with daily opportunities, to which are added all the fun of achievement; and all the glories of the conqueror.” There have been many unhappy days in our career, but through the murk there always shown some ray of hope and we found that ray in spite of the darkness. We glory in the fact that we are going on in life, that we are tak- ing our places beside those who have gone before us. We are ships that have passed in the night and have given new courage to one an- other. May we continue to carry on, to bring new courage to other ships. 'Think of the joy you can give if you only desire to! All of us are rich, if we but make use of our riches. Every day endeavor to do some little good; you can never go back, you can never pass that way again —so as you have the opportunity to help someone, to bring joy into the world—take that opportunity and rejoice in it! Through these past years, with your help, we have been modeling Page Nineteen

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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG H.S.|||||||||||||||||R0DE0||||||||||||||||1932|||||||||||||||| We, the Class of 1932, of Coopersville High School, State of Michigan,being of sound mind and memory and realizing that the end of our high school career is drawing near, do therefore make this, our last will and testament: We, the Class of 1932, bequeath to the faculty our undying love and unbounded admiration and sympathy. We bequeath our more personal possessions as follows: I, Florence Allen, bequeath my power of fluent speech to Donald Fryer. May it be a profit to him as it has been to me. We, Willard Antonides and June Witcop, bequeath the privilege of opening all the windows whenever we please to our successors in the back seat. I, Jean Bouwer, bequeath my dimples to Margaret Calkins. “They go a long way, Margaret.” I, Jack Braamse, bequeath the privilege of playing cards with Gertie to Ed. Otterbein. I, Justin Brown, bequeath the privilege of sitting with the girls to Warren Reynolds. We, Lloyd and Floyd Brown, bequeath the privilege of being the handsomest twins in C. 11. S. to Arthur and Archie Lieflers. I, Mary Cook, bequeath the privilege of saying “Ah” while recit- ing to Bill Mergener. 1, Elsie Crouse, leave my happy disposition to lva Holmes. We, William O’Brien, Johanna Dahm and Hazel Dyke, leave our red hair to anybody liking it, but we suggest Dickie Mergener, Leona Kramer and Frances Venema. I, Lester Dennis, bequeath the art of leaving people alone to Ber- nie Dewitt. “It will do you good, Bernard.” I, Miriam DeWitt, bequeath my charming personality and entranc- ing beauty to Loretta Cheyne, although she really doesn't need it. I, Elbert Doane, bequeath my expressive eyes to Georgetta Root. I, Lawrence Draft, bequeath Jerre Jean to Jay Bouwer. I, Cornelia Dyksterhous, bequeath my school-girl complexion to Dorthie Bennink. We, Ruth Ferguson and Forrest Hackett, bequeath our very close friendship to Red and Marion. This really is unnecessary but we hope they enjoy it as we have. We, George and Howard Harmsen, bequeath the privilege of be- ing Lamont shieks to John VanHouten and A1 VanSinger. I, Howard Hintz, bequeath my lost dreams to Hart Holmes. I Bert Horling, bequeath the privilege of talking out loud in as- sembly to Jim Kelly. I, Ellen Klatt, bequeath my green necklace to anyone wishing to have his picture taken. I, Willamene Howard, bequeath my love for dancing to Elizabeth Ann Muzzall. Page Twenty-one