Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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§ rninr Cllasa Miatnrii Strike one! Then thirty Freshmen left home plate with the determination to reach first base. They had to play against Science, Literature, Mathematics, Latin, Music and Art. The battle promised to be a very difficult one, but there were people to cheer for both sides. Who would win? Advancement was slow but without fail the thirty reached first base. The second lap of the journey was not so hard. The players, fought against the same with the exception of Caeser, which was substituted for Latin I. This new player on the opposing team was a “Star,” but the Sophs were determined to win. Several parties were held and the team did not lose its pep during the entire year. By June, 1921, they had reached second base. At this stage of the game the team was strengthened by the addition of several new players. These were Wellman 1’ippenger, Donald Cameron, Har- old Hofifer, Walter Griffith and Walter Kruke. As Juniors they started into the game with enthusiasm. The officers of the Sophomore year had been so efficient and proved such help in strategic points of the game that they were kept for another year. In fact the Junior class showed much more pep than the seniors and was considered one of the liveliest classes in school. The out- standing feature of this inning was the play “Miss Somebody Else” which was very successfully staged. A big obstacle in the form of semester examinations presented itself at the end of the year. A few made third easily, but several others took a long slide. With third base reached, we were ready for the home stretch. This, in spite of ninth hour grammar class, proved the best inning of all and each player distinguished himself in his own way. Milt made everyone envious of his prowess in athletics. Gladys always preferred an alumni party. Harold Hoffer proved that he could tell the absolute truth for twenty-four hours. Helen surpassed everyone in her Prima Donna roll. Russel Smith won the title, “The Lady’s Man.” Westbrook is better known as “Rudolph Vaselino” or “Steve Himself.” At the end of the first semester Kruke and Wittersheim contemplated going into the grocery business, but changed their minds. Fern succeeded in vamping all the men. Wellman entertained the students many times by displaying his vocal talent in chapel. Griffith spent most of his time trying to find someone who couldn’t tell the truth. Victoria could always be found in the Prin. office. Zetta was our candy maker. If a maid is wanted, we recommend Henrietta. During leap year Wm. Tw'ork kept the girls lined up asking him to dance. Daniel Lamet received the nickname “Darwin.” Hans was always the girls’ favorite at the coasting parties and Harold Putzig the leading man at the skating rink. Ruth Haigh proved to all that domestic art was her constant thought. As for me I learned the knack of ringing doorbells while selling tickets for the Basket Ball Movie. Thus, the game was finished and although there is a feeling of regret, still we are glad to have won, and ready to challenge the bigger league—Life. MINNIE PO1.1 .AKOWSKI.

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DANIEL GODLIEB LAMTCT Of I an we’ve always been proud. For no matter what went or came Every day, as regular as clock work. His lessons were done just the same. Football ’21, ’22. Track ’22, 23. Glee Club '23. “D” Flub. IIA ItOLI) C. PI TZIG Hooks, books, books, books. If you only could judge by the looks, Harold would be the star of his class. But it's not the truth—Alas! Band ’23. Orchestra ’23. ZETTA M. FORBES Round face, blue eyes. Bobbed hair in curl. You’ll recognize Zetta Forbes, A very dependable girl. Glee Club ’20, ’21, ’22, ’23. Student Council, ’23. Le Cercle Francais. Camp Fire (See.). Pioneer ’23 (Editor-in-chief). Track 23. Debating ’22. HANS N. HANSEN Now. comes the Diogenes of the class. And he’s full of “wills” and “cans”; There’s not always hands where there's studying, But there’s studying wherever is Hans. Track 22, ’23.

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£ ntior (Elaiiii !|3rflj.iiinui As I sat in my room on my twenty-ninth birthday anniversary wishing that I might draw aside the curtain that hides from us the future in order that T might know what it held for me, 1 was seized with the sudden desire to visit a soothsayer. Hastily donning my wraps I passed out into the street and j down it a block or two where 1 had seen a poster, “Your Future Revealed.” I knocked at the door. Imagine my surprise when Lucille Dunn met me. I was overjoyed to see her. In the course of the conversation which followed I asked i her if she had heard from any other of the members of our class. She solemnly j beckoned me to a mysterious looking cauldron in the next room and told me to j look inside. For the next hour I saw a series of scenes and faces that com- • pletely dazed me. The first picture was a beautifully furnished drawing room where Victoria Larson seemed to be the center of attraction. The scene lasted only a moment and the next was of an entirely different character—Zetta Forbes, in cap and j apron, standing over a steaming vat of tomato soup. A dance hall next at- ! tracted my attention. Couples were gracefully swaying to the count of the j director. Bill Twork, and 1 was surprised to recognize Russel Smith as the ; leader of the orchestra. The next scene was of a quiet country town. The church bells were ringing and people were gathering at the little white church on the hill. I was watching the crowd with mild curiosity when suddenly my ' curiosity turned to interest, for I recognized Harold HofFer. By his side walked a black haired lady who had an unmistakable air of Ypsilantian culture about her. A slight change of scene, I gazed into the interior of the church. The preacher was Hans Hansen and the choir leader was Walter Kruke. A 'i shifting of scenes! This one was laid in Ann Arbor. Among the ropes and swings at the top of a big gymnasium was Westbrook Ruddock doing a stunt which required a great deal of skill. On inquiry 1 learned that Ruth Haigh was Women's Physical Director in the same college. The “New Detroit’' next attracted my attention. People were crowded into the theater and I fol- lowed the crowd. Two figures were gracefully gliding across the floor. J Imagine my amazement when I recognized the dancers as our class mates, 1 Fern Adams and Harold Putzig. In another picture I saw Helen Brockm Her living happily with her husband and three children in the suburbs of Chicago and across the street from her I discovered Charles Wittersheim enjoying domestic bliss in the fullest sense with his wife and twelve children. “J. W. Brown—Undertaker and Funeral Director”—next met my gaze. Standing in the doorway waiting for her husband (Mr. Brown) was Henrietta Sylvester. 3 In front of the undertaker’s apartment was a hugh push cart loaded with an kinds of fruit. The owner? Wellman Pippenger. Next I saw a comfortable bachelor’s apartment. Seated in an easy chair with his feet propped up on a footstool was Milton Wagner. The apartment across the hall differed slightly. I Bird cages, cats and dogs adorned this one. Sitting in a very straight backed chair holding a cat in her arms was our friend Minnie. Perhaps the bachelor often called on Minnie—who knows? The next two pictures surprised me greatly. The first was Walter Griffith as a professor of chemistry and the other was Daniel Lamet as President of the United States. This was all. The cauldron revealed no more. I thanked my friend, the soothsayer, for her kindness and went home feeling that my life beside the lives of my classmates had been a complete failure. I resolved to do some- thing, but what I resolved to do and how I carried it out does not belong in this issue. GLADYS BROCK MILLKK.