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

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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

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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 Social The first social event of our Senior year was a “weinie” roast at the lake. There were about sixteen present, including the teachers. We spent most of the time gath- ering firewood and after a big fire had been built we sat around eating weeners and cookies and drinking coffee, while everyone chattered. There was no need for games for, as it was just after school had started, we all had plenty to tell each other. Our second party might be called a “drip- ping” success. The Senior’s had the luck to be asked out to Hurley’s for a com roast. There was hardly a member who did not decide to go for we all had been out to Hur- ley’s before. The girls hiked out in a bunch and the boys were to follow after the football game. We had but reached the boarding house corner when it began to sprinkle. But, un- daunted, and determined on a corn roast, we turned our noses to the clouds and kept on. By the time we had''reached the cemetery we were as wet as we ever hoped to be. It was so dark that we didn’t know whether we were in the road or not. Each girl lock- ed arms with the next one to her while the water in her shoes, as she walked went “slush, slish;” and the rivulets running down each arm intermingled with those from her partner and formed full- grown creeks. At last through the blur of rain we saw cars coming. The first car that reached us was a coupe. Three of us piled in leaving seven for the second coupe, and were taken to Hurley’s where we were given dry clothes, however they fitted. The first hour was spent in re-dress- ing and the next half in looking each other over. Then we played games and had lunch, which, though it wasn’t roast corn, tasted even better to a few of the bedraggled crea- tures sitting about the fire. When the party was all over we took our wet clothes under our arms and were driven home. That was the most memorable party in all our his- tory. The next social event was to be a kid’s party at Zelma Norman’s. Due to stub- bornness of the male members of our class, we were forced to give up our long-cherish- ed idea. But the girls determined that if the boys didn’t like to be kids, they must like old people, so all the girls dressed in the craziest “togs” they could find. Need- less to say, that after about one-half hour the boys would rather have been kids. Then the girls relented and every one “hopped to” and had a good time. The feature and en- tertainment of the evening came with Miss Fuller and Miss Nevins dressed as an old grandmother and her mischevious grand- child. We were diversely entertained thus- ly for about an hour when luncheon was served, and, it being Nettie Hurley’s birth- Events day, everyone enjoyed a big piece of birth- day cake. The Seniors decided we would like to give the high school a party. It was to be a masquerade and, of course, it had to be Hal- lowe’en night. By eight o’clock pretty near- ly all of the halls were filled with demons, ghosts, kids, fair damsels, and every other kind of make-up that ingenious students are capable of thinking up. After a number of games had been played, a parade was formed which slowly passed two judges who were stationed in the center of the hall. Prizes were given to the prettiest, the fun- niest, and the one being longest concealed. Everybody then marched to the lower hall where pie and sweet cider was served. Af- ter the various classes had given yells for the Seniors, the party broke up and, as it was Hallowe’en, nobody went straight home. The first dancing party of the year was given by the Seniors with the Jun- iors as their guests. Everyone felt so good-natured that no one was too em- barrassed to attempt dancing whether he had ever tried it before or not. We danced till about nine when a light luncheon was served in the lower hall. The Juniors left while most of the Seniors stayed to clean up. A few had the poor sense to want to dance when “no more dancing is allowed.” Consequently, they were sent home in dis- grace, but in high spirits. Of all the events, social and otherwise, of our Junior year, the biggest thing was our play, “Come Out of the Kitchen.” A lot of hard work was put into the play but the cast will always remember the fun we had during practice. Although, our scoldings were frequent and often, it took a long while for our good natured director, who, by the way, nearly lost her good disposition, to make an indifferent boy into a man of some dignity. We think of our play as the product of the hard work and talent of Jun- iors, but behind it all was the hard work and perseverance of the directors. Also to our stage director, we owe our peace of mind, for it due to her energy and abil- ity as a detective that we obtained the ar- ticles necessary to produce the good taste and natural settings of our stage. The fin- ancial success of our play was in no small part due to our efficient business manager. CAST The cast: Meryl Bubel, Homer Barlow, Helen Davis, Richard Macklem, Donald Graham, Norman Fuller, William VanCamp, Frances Moore, Eleanor Schleicher, Zelma Norman and LaVerne Lentz. Directors: Miss Diehl and Miss Sparling. Stage Manager: Miss Nevins.. Business Manager: June Cease. Pajre Seventeen