Croswell Lexington High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Croswell, MI)

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FRESHMEN CLASS First Row—R. Patonf W. Surbrook, L. Balmer, E. Westbrook, I. Douglas, G. Carney, W. Wher. Second Row—G. McNamei, N. McCardle, Vice President; M. Farewell, President; M. Varcamp, H. Atchinson, Sicr taryl J. Preston. Third Row—M. Sheridan, R. Sampel, H. Twsedie, A. Reynolds, Treasurer; N. Green, M. Cummings. Colors—Blue and Gold

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First Row—G. Westbrook, B. Brown, W. Brown I. Arnot, R. Schoettle, President; L. Peters, J. Plain, E. Dart . Second Row—L. Dexter, Secretary; O. Battersbee, Treasurer; G. Messacare, E. Putney, B. Paton, D. Rea, I. McIntyre. Third Row—F. Matthews, F. Hurley N. Thornton, F. Dove, Vice President; E. Heard, K. Turk. Colors—Purple, Yellow and Green

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An Evening With Big. desolate, empty, the assembly room looms before us on Monday evening, as we enter it to attend a meeting of the re- nowned debating club. Empty, did 1 sayf Well, perhaps hardly that, for at the far table in the back of the room sit a couple, evidently come early to secure an advantageous position. His blond head makes an effective pic are near her brown one, as they bend whisperingly and gigglingly over some task. Prom them it seems miles in the dimly lighted room to the desk on the front, platform, where sits Mr. President, in all his doubtful dignity, ably flanked and supported by a girlish secretary, who takes minutes furiously between the whispered comments to her colleague. Scattered here and there between the two extremes are a few devotees of the declamatory art, a few ardent seekers after the culture of self expression. Towards the back sits a large, jovial person, who quite over- flows his seat in his eagerness to prepare his debate before his turn shall come. When it does arrive, he marches up to the plat- form with sn assured air, though with slightly flushed face, apd delivers his oration with only occasional hesitation. The remain- der of the evening he spends in teasing the girls around him, most of whom are sitting two in a seat, arms intertwined. Others sure to be present are an elderly man who acts as judge or critic, and a flushed individual sitting in the back seat the Webster Club who has always some comment to offer on the delivery or conclu- sions of the speakers, and who invariably moves that “the reports be accepted.” The censor, too, is there, he of the ruddy, ruffled hair. Still another Cicero sprawls in his seati near the rear of the room, hands in his hair, eyes glued on the array of books spread out before him, yet with his ears ever open that he may not miss anything that is happening about him. The program flows uneventfully on, from the msieu of the opening number through the speeches, the debates to the reports of the censor, broken only by faint clapping and an occasional giggle, now and then rounding into a hearty laugh, if the speaker scores a good point, or by the tap of the bell heralding the close of a speech. The period of loitering which follows the movement for ad- journment is brought to a close by the decisive movement of a Titian-haired girl, who leaves the assembly room with an attendant (usually varied) in tow. This is a signal for a period of inde- cision on the part of “Uncle Haze.” who never is sure just which one he wants to take home. Most of the others, however, are not troubled in this way, but slip into their coats, pair off and begin the slow promenade away from culture toward home and mother.