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

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CROSWELL HIGH SCHOOL NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE EVERETT SPENCER By incessant asking he has learned. WILLIAM VAN CAMP Some are wise, but I, otherwise. LEONARD WAGNER For e’en though vanquished, he could argue still. LEONA WRIGHT How noiseless is thought. Pasre Fifteen

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CROSWELL HIGH SCHOOL NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE DONELDA McINTYRE A rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun; who relished a joke, and rejoiced in a pun. ZELMA NORMAN If a smile wins, all the world is yours. DAN POWELL Strong of body, strong of mind, As a sport the very best kind. STELLA SMITH Hoping and waiting are not my way of doing things. Paj?e Fourteen

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CROSWELL HIGH SCHOOL NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE History of The Class of 1925 It is very hard to recognize in us, the Senior Class of 1925, that group of forty- seven green Freshmen that entered the halls of Croswell high school in September, 1921. As we grew more accustomed to high school and its possibilities, we became ac- climated and gradually assumed some of the dignity of high school life. At our first class meeting anything but order prevailed. We elected Dan Powell, president; Donald Graham, vice president; and Zelma Xorman secretary and treasurer, with Mr. Halteman acting as our class ad- visor. We did not participate in many social events, though we all had a very delightful time when the Sophomores duly entertained us at a banquet. With our semester examinations over in June, we were encouraged to think that we had taken one step toward our final goal. The following September we met again as Sophomores. Many of our classmates had dropped out, decreasing our number to thirty-six. Our class was advised this year by Miss Fuller, who helped us put on sev- eral good assembly programs, especially one Class Song THE BLUE AND GOLD The Blue and Gold are colors, That have kept our class alive. They signify our greatness, This class of twenty-five. You may sing of your other colors, Sing of them till you are old. But there never will be any colors, As dear as the Blue and Gold. — CHORUS — Oh, it’s great to be a Senior, To be loyal, good and true. Do everything in honor of The colors, Gold and Blue. We hail these joyful colors, Colors of our high school days. We’ll sing and chant about them, Praise them in many ways. And we’ll ne’er forget our colors, The wonderful Gold and Blue. We’ll raise them above all others, The Blue and Gold of our class. We’ll give three rousing cheers, And stand while the colors pass. Our school days are ending now, We are entering unon Life’s test, To be brave and do our duty, And forever do our best. in honor of St. Valentine’s Day. Our sev- eral parties of this year were enjoyable. The next fall thirty-five jolly Juniors re- turned to C. H. S. Our failing number was reinforced by scholars from Yale and Port Sanilac. The chief events of this year were the Junior Class play, “Come out of the Kitchen,” ably directed by Miss Deihl, our advisor of this term, and the Junior- Senior banquet. Margaret Bennett joined our class making a total of twenty-eight members for the Senior year. This year our class has been sponsored by Miss Sparling, with Homer Barlow as president, Raywond Hurley as vice president, and June Cease, secretary and tresaurer. Being sedate Seniors we indulged in many social events this year. The principal social functions were the party as Hurley’s, the old maid’s party at Norman’s, the masquer- ade, the Senior-Junior dance, and the pov- erty party given us by the Juniors. In these four short years of school our mere acquaintances have ripened into true and lasting friendships which shall last through the years to come. Class Poem COMMENCEMENT The curtain of Commencement has fallen, Our high school days are done, Tomorrow the unknown future Will give us the honors we’ve won. Memories, grand and resplendent, Come flooding back to us now, As we hope and pray for the future, And to greater things we avow. We are thankful to those who have labored, Who have aided us on to this goal, And we hope to return full-measure, Using “Service” as our own role. Service to those who toil onward, Who seek the reward that must come, The prize that inevitably honors Those who have nobly done. Commencement, a mark toward the future, A milestone in Life’s steep way; Pushing on by continual climbing We may reach the heights some day. Classmates! press ever onward, Toward the heights of Success ever strive, Giving more honor and glory To the Class of Twenty-Five. —Homer M. Barlow. Page Sixteen