Coopersville High School - Zenith Yearbook (Coopersville, MI)

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CLASS POEM In the autumn, when the school bell Issues forth its welcome chimes, So reluctantly the footsteps Stir the dust a million times; Make a million little footprints. Maybe more or maybe less. On the path that leads to lessons And the road to happiness. Sometimes school may seem so dreary Other times it’s bright and gay, But it all leads to one climax— To that graduation day; To the day we may look forward To a better, brighter life. To a day of peace and sunshine, To a world that’s free from strife. We as gallant men and women Must accept this challenge strong, We must help the weak and fainting. Place the right where once was wrong. Always do a little better As our daily path we trod, May each day our trust grow stronger In the future and in God. —ANNA KRUEGER.

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CLASS PROPHECY Ladies and gentlemen, this is your messer of cerexnonies, Richard Timmer, speaking to you from the floor of the gay new night club, “The Silver Swan. Due to arrangements with the owner of the P. A. Food Company, we are able to bring you the opening of Arthur Frederick Frank’s newest night club. The evening is still young, and the theater is not yet out, but the celebrities are already pour- ing in. Over in the far corner we see Louise Kay, author of this year's best seller, “Purple Shadow,” who, as you all know, in real life is Anna Krueger. Seated with her is Dorothy M. Kelly, first woman supreme court justice the United States has ever had, and Mary Buway, member of the famous law firm oi Gartnwaite, Buway, ana Leitz. Across from me I see Lucille Anaerson, the smart-looking Slacks” model for Sac’s, Fifth Avenue. With her is the Powers model, Mary Rawn. Their escorts are that dashing young gen- eral, William Langlois, and that brilliant captain, Terence Sheridan. Next to my table is seated Vivian Albrecht, winner of the woman's Olympic swimming cham- pionship, and her escort, Pat Garzelloni, manager of the New York Giants, who incidentally, beat the Brooklyn Dodgers again this year. The manager of the Dodgers, Bernard Hazekamp, is seated across the room, occasionally sneering this way. (I wonder why.) On the far side of the room is Gloria Anderson, professor of English Literature, and Lois Stan- ton, professor of Home Economics at Vassar College. Robert Sheridan and Blaine Sessions, who have returned recently from Russia where they have been on shipping conferences, are joining the table of their old friends. Mary Jane Potgeter, successor to Dorotny Dix, and Betty Clark, who, it is rumored, will run for the presidency of the U. S. A. Admiral Bolks has entered with an old friend, Bernard Henrickson, National League pitcher. Dale Rosel and Kenneth Laug, owners of the largest meat packing firm in Chicago, flew down for the oDening of their old friend’s night club and are checking their hats now. The Parker sisters, who head the Westinghouse committee on model homes, have just arrived with Roger Weller and Lavern Hudson, directors of the company. Don Gordon. National Golf ’pro”, has just taken his ringside seat with Dorothy Smith, director of “National Homes and Gardens.” Nina Hodson is seated at her table anxiously expecting her fiance, owner of the Super Bus Lines. With her is Luella Wiltenburg, awaiting the arrival of her fiance, who was recently ap- pointed Secretary of Labor. Beverly Jablonski has entered accompanied by her fiance. General Red.” Leora Waldron and Nancy Bennink, famous women basketball coaches, have just taken a table with that noted playboy, John Ruthven. According to my watch it is time for the theater crowd to be coming in. While I was making that last statement, guess who came through the door—Miss Jacque Lynn Swanlund, writer of the popular book, “How to Live Alone and Like It As Long As There Are Plenty of Men.” A slight sigh of admiration rose from the lips of the women as she came down the stairs, but I’m afraid the men aren’t taking it very well. I was right about the theater. Here comes the star of the play “The Seven Shadows,” Lois Taylor, and the author, Marion Ruppert, followed by a crowd of admirers. Ladies and gentlemen, that ticking noise you hear is the typewriter of Marjorie Wolford, the New York society reporter for the Herald Tribune. Madame Ritz. the distinguished dress designer, has arrived attired in one of her fashionable gownless evening straps. Following closely behind her is Ruth Bouwer, noted concert pianist, and the celebrated dance team of Carlson and Carlson. Ruth Fynewever. director of the Bell Telephone Company, is here with Doris Gavin and Doro- thy Gilihespy, co-worker in discovering “Vapo-Stinko,” the sure cure for hoof and mouth disease. Earle Hambleton. head of the National Wheat Association, just blew in. and as usual, tipped the hat check girl with a twenty dollar bill. Joyce Husted and Ardis Johnson, founder of Joyce Ardis Cosmetics, entered, followed closely by James Meerman and Mary Rhodes. Mr. Meerman. as you all know, is the head of Stranded Oil Company. That notorious team of Meyer and Slaughter, interior decorators and architects, who, incident- ally, designed and decorated the beautiful builoing from which we are now speaking, have arrived and are chatting with Erwin Miller, head of the construction company that undertook the raising of this edifice. Mr. Lee Snyder, prominent financier, who, by the way provided the money for this exclusive club, has just entered. Nearly everyone is here and the floor show is beginning with Bennv Rakosky and his orches- tra playing one of his original compositions, “Floor Me Mamma with That Four-Four Beat.” Amidst screams and applause, the curtain rises, and we see Miss Katherine Carson and Mr. Ed- ward Tikkanen upon the stage to sing the charming love duet, “Forgetful” from The Pink Ele- phant.” And now we leave you from the “Silver Swan”: the Nation’s ce'ebrities have arrived: the floor show has begun, and if is now time for me to silently fold my microphone and steal away.