Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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Seniors PAUL MINNIS Stuffy Mclnnis of baseball fame Had nothing of Minnis except the name, For P. C. M. knows this game Better than Stuffy knew his name. MARTHA PUTZIG Martha is the worker of the class Whenever there s a difficult task And when others seem to shun you Mart ha s the one to ask. HELEN BLANCHARD Helen, the lady So sweet and demure; Helen, the beauty She will be one sure. MARCUS FORDON From the town of Inkster With a flame in his glance, Eastward came Marcus For knowledge and romance. 12

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Seniors HAZEL TROWBRIDGE Hazel represents the modern Not too brazen, not too shy. She leads where others follow With the courage to do or die. CECIL HAWES Heading for success “Cec” is the studious kind And he never argues For his is the open mind. BETTY PARDEE Oh, if we were to wish And wishes came true, The wish we'd wish Would to be like you. ELMER POLLAKOWSKI Elmer Polly is his name As an athlete success was his, But Elmer as a writer Was an I, oh gosh, gee whiz. HAZEL BANY She's our youngest girl She wears her hair straight, She works all the time And she never is late. 11

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Senior History An Expedition A great group had assembled at the station, Dearborn High, but a select band fifty- five was chosen to take a journey together. It was to have been a long expedition of hardships, but it offered inducement because of the possible discoveries in exploring; and at all events the results of the experience would be invaluable, in time to come. So with brave and full hearts but somewhat empty minds we set about to continue the blazing of the trail that others had started, but had not finished since duty called them elewhere. This band had the good fortune to have the best of guides on the expedition, guides who had passed over similar routes with other adventurers. At times the pioneers became weary and discouraged and during the first period of the trip a small number turned back home to its-comfort and ease, but the rest encouraged by the words of wisdom from the guides, buckled on their belts a little tighter, and again lifted the impediments and toiled on, climbing the steeps. Of course during this time the adventurers had grown to know one another very well, and were on intimate terms with the guides who told them of former expeditions, and gave them advice and help. They found they were carrying extra baggage which they had brought along needlessly, therefore it was discarded; and in its place was taken up the souvenirs and treasures discovered on the way—all those that would not only be of use to them on that journey, but later on in the journey of Real Life. Oftimes as they mounted a summit they took out their field glasses and gazed over the territory they were to cover. Some spots were long and level with little obstruction to bar the path; others were densely overgrown with brush and vines that must be thrown away. But there was a seething, restless spirit beginning to be very noticable in the adventure seekers, for some time the phyician accompanying the group was unable to discover what the cause was, but in its final analysis it was found to be a common disease known to all such explorers—that of athletics and sports. He said it was not a serious disease only one that was to be expected, that it would run its course, no one would be the worse off for it, and no worry need be exercised when its symptoms became manifest. The goal this group had set out to reach was that of Knowledge. To reach this destination they had dreamed great dreams and seen great visions. It had been the culmination of ambition, the end of aspirations, the realization of their ideals. It was for this that their eyes were kept steadfastly on thie goal, and every effort in their power put forth. Those knowledge seekers saw that that was not the true goal they had set out to seek. They found it merely a steeping stone to large, broader, better lives, the threshold of another and greater existence. It was a foundation on which to build and now' that the painstaking preparatory work is about over, the original group, much smaller, realize its significance. The few numbers that are left are we of the class of '25. We know that if our work has been well done, the hour is one of unalloyed triumph; if our work has been slighted in any degree that end must naturally be tinged with some regret for misspent hours and misdirected energies. We have not finished our course, but are about to begin a new one. When we enter the arena of a new life we enter an arena limitless in extent and boundless in possibilities. The arena of the modern world with its inexhaustible resources and golden opportunities. We realize, though perhaps not fully yet, how much we owe to our teachers, infinitely more than we will ever repay. But we thank them from the bottom of our hearts for their ready help and cheerful encouragement. As we leave our school and go out to meet the world to battle with opposing forces, may we possess a sufficient amount of invincible courage to carry us through life womanly women and manly men, with confidence and trust in goal and man. 13