Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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Erutor (Clanii JJrn tbrrit Durlnc mv course of travels around the globe 1 had the occasion to become acquainted will, an old Arab an sage named A1 Kamel, who. having succeeded in preserving from the 1' n “ i1,r carnet which had the power of carrying one to the uttermost parts of the earth, hfvfu?l me lo accompany him on a 'trip to see my former schoolmates of the Senior Class of and the way the Fates had dealt with them. ■Thliq ,t „.oS tbat T found mvself magically dying through the sky and catching glimpses of 0 d friends whom I had not seen for eight years. Before the novelty of the thing had worn off 1 noticed that we had arrived in the city of New ork in front of one of its largest theaters While watching the people that passed heneath us mv companion cal.ed my atten- tion to a young man who was just iu the act of passing through the door of the stage entrance. “Tint nerson M explained he. ‘‘is Henry Weiner, one of the worlds greatest tragedians todav It is said that he never smiles or laughs on the stage and that he keeps his audience in tears most of the time. Tonight he is to play Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet.’ ” Tompletely dazed and astonished. I thought over this piece of news until we found our- selves in the wild and wooly West, where 1 saw a lone and solitary horseman gallop down the road, armed to the teeth with blunderbuss and bowie knife. The sage enlightened me as to his identity. “That man.’’ he said, “used to be Farrel Jenkins, hut here he is known as ‘Hard-Boiled Jenks. the Terror of Seven Counties.’ ” 1 pondered over this calamity until we were in Hollywood. Here I saw Margaret Little acting the party of leading lady in that famous silent drama, “The Secrets of a Powder i nff “ John Lawther was diligently directing the masterpiece, and as we passed over them I noticed Mary Pickford. Gloria Swanson and many other famous “stars” standing on the side-lines gnashing their pearly teeth and green with envy. evt we entered a warm, luxuriant country where was situated that famous “Little Church Around the Corner.” and 1 saw Ellen Ketchum. a blushing brkle. come walking down the aisle with Harold Hoffer to the tune of “Here Comes the Bride. lu this same country I saw Harold Jackson and Iva Prehn sitting on a rustic bench in an ideal flowered garden bower. Harold had a guitar slung over his shoulder and a book of Hove Lyrics in his hand, while he whispered Sweet Nothings in Iva's ear. It was a pretty sight, but we did not linger. So the carpet bore us to a picturesque suburb called “Honey-Moon Colony.” Among the doll-like cottages I Saw two which were exactly alike and standing side by side. The two little cottages had garends in hack of them which were divided off by a low. white fence covered with morning-glories. Suddenly I was agreeably surprised to see Arline Burgeson and Herminia Blankertz talking, or rather gossiping, to each other over this pleasant barrier. Their kitchen doors, from which issued a pronounced odor of burning cake, were open, but Herminia and Arline were both too interested in their conversation to heed the forthcoming calamity. 1 learned that they had both managed to marry their ideal man. I smiled as we flew on and. seeing one who looked familiar, asked, “Who is that big, fair-haired Adonis over there?” “That individual,” was the reply, “has secured fame throughout the country for his clever and logical book entitled “The Fickleness and Cruelty of Blondes.” It is said that this Leonard Brownless has a thorough understanding of his subject, and in my estimation the book was the outcome of some of his experiences.” I signed and turned my eyes in another direction where, wonders upon wonders. I caught sight of William Switzer speaking before a mob of interested people who surrounded him. Never before in all my travels had I heard such an eloquent hurst of language as issued from his mouth. Ahmed A1 Kamel saw my astonishment and smiled. “Yes,” he said, “so goes the world in which the unexpected is almost hound to happen. That man is the famous soap-box ora- tor of the United States; he advocates the abolition of the lip-stick from the country and he is known to sway vast audiences to his point of view by his remarkable display of rhetoric; why, even the ffappiest of flappers are unwittingly drawn to his banners.” As we passed on I saw Harry Seigle and Leigh Jackson drive past in a high-powered motor. I learned from the sage that Harry was known as a second Ziegfleld and that his bevy of beauties outrivaled all that Ziegfleld ever hoped to direct. I was also made acquainted with the fact that Leigh was a second Paul Whiteman and that he furnished his Jazz Or- chestra to help make the performances of Seigle’s Follies” a howling success. While watching these two old school friends ride from sight I saw a well-tailored and severe looking business woman who was none other than Mildred Scott. While Mildred was in the act of passing into a large office building near-by, a so-called “cake-eater” had the audacity to address her. but to make a long story short, she gave him “one look” that froze the poor wretch, figuratively speaking, into an iceberg. Next I saw Robert Middlewood. well-dressed and debonair, walking down the sidew.alk. Before I could question my companion as to the nature of Bob’s business I received the knowledge that he was the well-dressed man who posed for the collar ads in the newspapers and magazines. Next I saw a stalwart, sun-burned man’s man appear on the scene whom I used to know as Frank McIntyre. There was a “devil-may-care” expression in his eyes as he swaggered down the street with a “come-what-may” air. “He,” said the philosopher, “is what you might call a ‘soldier of fortune.’ He is re- sponsible for the success of all the revolutions in the countries of South America; he is the possessor of hundreds of medals and swords which are the gifts of kings, presidents, em- perors. generals and various other great men. given to him for services rendered; he is. like the stormy petrel, always in the wake of trouble. Wherever there’s intrigue or diplomatic troubles he’s always on the job. Just now he is bound for the Windjammer Islands, for ru- mor has it that another great revolution is brewing in that vicinity.” “How romantic,” said I. “but who are those two good-looking young ladies walking about so excitedly as if they were looking for a needle in a hay-stack”? “Why,” was the answer, “they are Nora Lucas and Edna Eichstedt. who are looking for their ideal man, and if you ask my opinion of their gigantic undertaking I should answer that searching for an ideal is indeed like looking for a needle in a hay-stack. But look who

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§rntnr (Elaas Utatnrif (Introduction) Should you ask us Whence these stories, Whence these legends of past years. With the atmosphere of the school room. With the memories of the ball-field; And of parties, plays and carnivals. We should answer, we should tell you From the lips of the Muse of History; Clio, as the ancients called her. Ye who love memories of your schoolmates, Love their foibles, tricks and make-up. Love to think back of the good times When you went to school together. Head this History lovingly set down here Of the Class of '24. Let us, before we begin this priceless memoir, for the sake of unity and co- herence, divide this History of the never-to-be-forgotten Senior Class into four dis- tinctive periods, namely; .Prehistoric, Ancient, Medieval and Modern. Of the first, commonly called the Freshman cycle, not much is known. Diligent historic research, however, has revealed a few important relics and hieroglyphics. These come in the form of desks with artistically cai-ved figures and names, memory books and note books, which indicate that the tribe had not, as yet, reached the “brain stage.” It was, in fact, a “brainless age.” The people of this race were wild and unrestrained and worked off their excess of “animal spirits” by holding a great many parties and playing on their fellows a superabundance of practical jokes. During the time of the second period we find that the tribe was progressing slowly but surely towards civilization, but they were still exceedingly superstitious. These superstitious manifestations were revealed by the conduct of this simple- minded people, for fearing a visitation of the wrath of those great deities (teach- ers), they behaved with an almost painful decorum and sacrificed their good times by fulniling the commands of the Higher Ups in improving their minds. However, this period was not wholly an age of darkness, for the great athletic contests, colorful and exotic carnivals and a few occasional parties which were held proved to be the silver lining in an otherwise dark cloud. Thus these individuals nved and learned, and we find in the pictures taken of them for the first High School Annual during the close of the Sophmorum period faint but unmistakable traces of intelligence. Their gigantic achievement in perfecting the Art of Excuse Making gives ample proof that these evolutions of their grey matter were genuine. The Juniorus Age, or the Medieval period, was one of great achievements and triumphs. We find the people at this t.me making rapid strides in mastering the mysteries and intricacies of book-lore, bortune smiled benignantly on the favored race and graciously granted them the honor of leading all the contending tribes in scholarship. At the beginning of this period we find traces of dissension between the powdered individuals, Genus Femina, and those belonging to the Genus Homo. However, fortunately coming to the wise conclusion that in union there is strength, they formed one great cL.n and elected Frank Mcintvre as Grand Chieftan, William Stein as his assistant, Mildred Scott as keeper of the Sacred Scroll, and Leonard Brownless as guardian of the precious metais. Later woman suffrage appeared on the horizon and Margaret Little became the Grand Chieftan. Thus they lived and waxed strong and self-reliant, sending some of their best boys and girls to repre- sent them in the field of SDort, and others into the realms of debating, singing, etc. Parties, banquets, carnivals, operettas and many other pleasant diversions claimed their attention, but sooth to say these brave people advanced ever upwards towards the goal for which they were contending. At last came the greatest of all ages, the Modern or Senior Age. We find the descend- ents of that famous Juniorus Era conducting themselves in the approved manner befitting the people who lived in this period. So one sees them holding conventions and nominating and electing, according to strict parliamentary rules. Leonard Hrownless as President. Margaret Little for Vice-President. William Stein as Official Secretary (which place was later taken bv barred Jenkins). and Lydia Rudolph as keeper of the Iron Men. Here again during this pe. iod various festivities and sports claimed their busy attentions and the Senior Prom and annual class play. I nder (over. which were included at this time, were pronounced to be “the .f?nas0.° However, the path of these people was not wholly a path of roses, for they ere threatened for quite a time by a hostile nation, the aggressive Faculty. The enemv Lula'1 v!e'et- aatfir an,d ho?kJ,lf,,er book at the ' cave but bewildered Seniors, but the as- sailed. barricading themselves behind trenches of excuses and home work, came out victorious. 'Y 'asJ we find our heroes and heroines joyously receiving their much-merited sheepskins, jl? ,ak? ol'r fo,,d farewell of them as they stand on the threshold of a new world in selves U,rn ° TTia e a name f°r their Dearl orn High School by making names for them-

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approaches on the horizon,” said he. pointing: to none other than William Stein, “a veritable poll Quixote of modern make who is known for his chivalrous kindness in rescuing: fair dam- sels in distress, and if I am rot mistaken he will undertake to aid your two girl friends in their almost fruitless search.” As we flew on my companion informed me, to my great sorrow, that we were nearing the end of our trip, but that before we landed I could have the opportunity of seeing what had happened to Irene Habicht. Well, I did see Irene trip the light fantastic before a vast and charmed audience, a second Irene Castle, to say the least. While I gazed on this mar- velous spectacle 1 felt myself slipping off of the carpet, and before I could save myself I fell to the ground with a thump, back to the original spot from where 1 had started on that eventful trip with my strange companion, who had now mysteriously disappeared from sight. So. rising from my undignified position on the ground. I continued the none too even tenor of my way while marvelling over the things that had been revealed to me in regard to my schoolmates of the Senior Class of 1924. O