Eau Claire High School - Beaver Tales Yearbook (Eau Claire, MI)

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LUCYLE PALMER “Not by her size, but by her disposition is she judged. Class President ’21 V'ice President ’22 Assistant Editor of Maroon and White ;22 Ncotrophean Literary Society ’22 Library Staff ’21— 22 GERALD WILLIAMS “He would talk, I ord, how he would talk! Basketball 20 Junior Earce ’21 Assistant Business Manager of Maroon and White ’22 Neotrophean Literary Society ’22 HAZEL BLR NS “Man delights me not Vice President ’21 Campus Editor of Maroon and White.... - [22 Neotrophean Literary Society... 22 ETHEL MITCHELL “Duty is her motto Literary Editor of Maroon and White 22 “Pals” Literary Society......... '22 Valedictorian..................... 22 Fifteen

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SKNIOR CLASS HISTORY Have you heard of a certain bright Freshman class That into High School in ’IS did pass? Who dragged three studies and carried one. And who knew from experience it was no fun. There are only eight of them left today Fight (from sixteen) to leave in May. There are Mary Yetter, Salutatorian and President, And Harold Gray, a studious gent! There is Lois Hoadley, so very shy If the boys looked at her it would make her cry. There is Hazel Burns who does all the recitin’ And Gerald Williams- he does the fightin . There is Ethel Mitchell she’s awful dumb! Yet they choose her a Valedictorian. There is Lucyle Palmer, she was president ton. In our Junior year she helped us through. Don’t know Melvin Seel? Why where’ve you been? Do you see that fellow with a comical grin? That girl right across from where you sit, We used to know as Mildred De Witt. And Helen Winans we used to know, too. They both left school for a “matrimonial view. There was Louise Kreitag and Genevieve Bay, St. Joe. and Benton Harbor claim them today. Theodore Kesterke, we knew him as “Pete,” And Elton Rector both beat a retreat. Likewise Warren Andrews and Philip Moore Slipped quietly out through the back door. Holland Moody left us for class ’2d He’ll graduate next year as you can see. Our class patrons were always on hand, Ona Enders, Arthur Balfour, and Clarance Hatland. In 1918 we choose “Brown and Gold,” Tis our class colors yet—it has never grown old. In 1919 our High School burned down, Our new one is the finest building in town. W e’ve had many a party these four years, And many a “roast” not of weenies I fear. We’ve been very bright in our classes too. Even if we didn’t say “what we knew.” But if what subjects we like, I know, Algebra, Latin and Physics wouldn’t stand much show. Yet in after years you’ll find our names If vou’ll only look in the Halls of Fame! E. M.—’22 fnurt • n

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NOT EVKNING, BUT DAWN. HEN we meditate upon various events of our lives, there is not one among us to whom the mere mention of the words, “New Year’s Eve”, does not recall some vision of a most treasured or loathed |memory. Moreover, perhaps no two of us would picture the same aNj J] things. It is then that meetings and partings, sorrow and gladness, past and future, loom before our eves. Then some of us think of the Past Years, others think of the opening of the New Year, and still others of the New Years to come. But hriends and Classmates, did vou ever stop to compare the Evening of the Old Y ear with the Evening of High School life? Those of you who did have some idea of the Dawn of new era in the lives of those who on Commencement night cheerfully turn toward whatever future Fate has in store for them. Allow me to picture for you the contrast between the Evening of the Old ear and the Dawn of the New Year. In one picture far away in the South West the sun is going down. It has sunk lower and lower until it’s red lips have kissed the cheeks of the calm Pacific. The glory of this sunset has filled air, sea, and sky with light and shadow. In the next picture the midnight of the Old Year hasv anished. The New Year is ushered in representing a faint beam of sunlight slanting forward and falling in a Land of Promise. Can we not truthfully say that for us, too the dawn of our new life is as a beam of sunlight in a Land of Promise of the future? 'Truly one gate is closed but another to a better pathway is opened. 'The New Year for us represents a great stairway that leads upward for an infinite number of steps. We have taken the first step now and there is no turning back; nor should there be any standing still. I he thoughts that I have tried to express here may be clearly summed up in the words of Butler, when he said: “Life is before you! From the fated road Ye cannot turn. Then take ye up the load, Not yours to tread or leave the unknown way, Ye must go o'er 7, meet ye what ye may. Truly we may meet countless difficulties. But if we look back over life’s pathway we will find that with each succeeding generation opportunities, especi- ally those for girls, have grown greater. The fact that a considerable majority of pupils in American High Schools today are girls makes it hard for us to realize, that three quarters of a century ago a girl was not expected to have more than a grammar school education and was not permitted to obtain a degree from any important college. There were times, too, not many years ago when boys and girls, working under the same conditions and doing the same amount of work as an adult were not paid even half the wages thatadultsreceived, andat thesame timethey were kept from getting even a grammar school education. 'These times, thank fortune, are past. They are merely shadows of the Old Year. Whether the future shall be a “Millstone about our necks,” or a “Diadem on our brow,” is for us to decide. The obstacles of a few centuries ago have been removed and the present century promises to be one of human improvement. We have been given a chance through the great sacrifice of our parents and for their sakes it is up to us to make the most of each passing moment. They are looking forward to the time when we shall win and we will not disappoint them. All life is a preparation for greater things. Those things which seemed so Sixtrtn