Fordson High School - Fleur de Lis Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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L1NEHAN MURPHY SMITH RENNEKER ❖ Seniors OFFICERS President Vice'President Secretary Treasurer A Modem Epoch Oh! these days of '28 Can do little to relate Of the trials and tribulations Of our historic class relations. Lend ear to us, the pioneers Who from the experience of the years Do with great joy tell How we grew from a Springwell. To some our tale may he Old and trite, but not for thee And even tho' that is true Just to read it afresh and new Will for them a joy bring Lil{C the quaft of a bubbling spring. Class history is hard to write It hardly solves the problem right For it but sordidly portrays The joys and achievements of bygone days. Tet when ue begin to stray From the monumental art of our day. Impressions of our worl( will be Ever so dear to you and to me. ELIZABETH LINEHAN JACK MURPHY GENEVIEVE SMITH ETHEL RENNEKER Tu enty-two

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Seniors

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Early in the clays of '22, In yond fields of mud there grew The beginnings of what was to he The spirit of a high school free Like a butterfly there it did stay Flipping and flopping from day to day In search of quarters safe and sure That it forever might endure. Renewed hopes at breal( of spring To Miss Butterfly did bring Visions of lands and flowers now bright Where castles and towers would make a light. Miss Butterfly decided to leave her old home in the mire To seek another where her soul coidd aspire, And the spirit of a high school free Did find its quarters, aye, verily A beauteous budding without the mud That sticks to your feet and comes off with a thud Into this triumph of the best architectural hour Flew the butterfly, and 'lighted in the heart of the flower. Contented in this, her new home. With a desire no longer to roam. She beckoned to her friends of yore Who had now grown to bring more and more With them the spirit and the past That they might endure to the last And, for their successors, traditions leave To which they should hold true and believe. So into the shelter of the wings of this school Came grinds, and students and many a young fool And sat down 'tween all four walls To write sweet poems and draw pictures in the halls. Tel all was not fun, for 'twas a place for work But not enough, we say, to make one shirk. Grubby students shared this life not alone For teachers there were, to nag and drone. They'd tell us how all should be done Then would join us in our pun. Now our works accomplished and more, We must leave for some unknown shore And ns we on our life paths wend. We'd like to have you with us, schoolday friend. T wenty'threc