Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1936 volume:

GREAT MEN AND GREAT WOMEN BOUT sixty years ago there (jeor°C W was a boy living in Brooklyn. ® N. Y., who, after school hours each day, hurried away to his work as a cashier in a New York market. He did this from the time he was eleven years old, as his parents needed the money, and he wanted to help them. In this way George Washington Goethals supported himself while at school. Still working each evening he entered college and began to study to be a doctor, but the long hours of study and work told on his health, and he had to give up the idea. In 1876, when he was eighteen, he entered West Point Academy, and began to study army engineering. His willingness to work and his efficiency brought him to the attention of Mr. W. H. Taft, who was at that time secretary of war. In 1905 Mr. Taft found it necessary to inspect the work being done on the Panama Canal, and to make plans for fortifying it. He took George W. Goethals—who by this time had been promoted to a major—along with him. The great French engineer, Ferdinand De Lesseps, builder of the Suez Canal, had undertaken to construct the Panama Canal, but after two hundred and fifty million dollars had been spent the work had scarcely been begun and De Lesseps, broken-hearted, was compelled to give up. In 1907 Mr. Goethals was put in charge of the Panama Canal, and it remained to be seen if he could succeed where others had failed. He knew perfectly well that he had tackled one of the hardest jobs that any man ever undertook. In the first place the climate was a serious handicap, as, chiefly through lack of proper sanitation, hundreds of workmen had died. Then men were of so many different nationalities that trouble broke out continually. A passage nine miles long had to be made through the mountain rock at what is now called the “Culebra Cut.” The rock seemed like granite and offered stubborn resistance to the great army of workmen who. armed with huge drills and picks, swarmed among the rocks, carving a way through the mountain. Day after day for months and even years tremendous explosions of dynamite were necessary to split rocks asunder. Then, after the explosion, tons of earth had to be shoveled away. “We have to fight against nature.” said Goethals, and the hard, stiff battle went on lor years. For years he had under him not less than forty thousand men, speaking forty-five different languages He was responsible for seeing that they were all properly housed and fed; for keeping up enormous supplies of machinery and tools, and what was the hardest task of all, keeping everybody in good humor and satisfied. He succeeded in doing these things; never was an employer more popular with his men. They liked his modesty. Although he was a colonel in the army, he never wore his uniform while at the Panama and gave himself no overbearing airs. He was patient and good-natured, with a keen sense of humor, and his men enjoyed that. Then he believed that the canal could be built and his confidence spread to all around him with the result that every man went to work with a will inspired by his fine example. Fur- Goethals thermore, every man knew that there was no harder worker on the canal than Colonel Goethals himself. He war up early and late, and there was no detail that escaped his attention, and no advice he was not willing to give. “The only time that Colonel isn’t working,” said one foreman, “is between ten p. m. and five a. m., and then he is asleep.” The heat was often terrific and, of course, with so much machinery pounding away, the noise was deafening. Holes cannot be bored through great mountains without noise, yet Goethals stayed or f job for seven years and set an example of hard work and perseverance which has seldom been equalled, and which inspired the workmen to do their best. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Colonel Goethals realized this and he knew that recreation was necessary for men as well as boys. He saw that provision was made for all manner of games, both indoor and outdoor. Basketball, football, bowling, baseball and other games were all made possible, and good equipment supplied; reading rooms with books, magazines and newspapers were provided. The women who were brave enough to live down at the Panama with its dangers and monotony, were not forgotten, and first class bands concerts and other fine entertainments were arranged. These things all proved well worth while, and the result was forty thousand contented workmen; every man anxious to do his best. “He’s the squarest boss I ever worked for,” said one workman to a visitor, and that is how the entire Panama gang felt about their “boss.” It is well known that Colonel Goethals frowned upon graft and dishonesty of every kind. Honest and straight forward himself, he would not tolerate dishonesty in others. From the time he took charge of the great task until he finished it he was determined to make it a clean job, and in this high purpose he was successful. One of the hardest fights that Colonel Goethals had was against disease. For years workmen had died at an alarming rate; some dry seasons they had died like flies. It was largely due to the determination of Goethals to make the Panama a reasonably safe place in which to live that the menace of disease was greatly reduced. He carried through a fine system of sanitation and engaged the best medical advice possible to insure the safety and comfort of the workmen and their families. The great day came in September, 1913. In spite of the misgivings of his friends, and the doleful prophecies of adverse critics the Panama was completed; the first ship sailed safely through Gat Locks and the canal was thrown open to the ships of the world. Letters and telegrams of congratulation came to Colonel Goethals from all parts of the world; he had succeeded where others had failed, and many who had often said that the canal could never be constructed were the first to acknowledge themselves in the wrong and offer their congratulations. One thing he made clear: he was not solely responsible for the success of the entire project. He could not forget the thousands of others, whether foremen or laborers, who had worked hard. PAGE 2 I THE HARTIAN S 25 ?5 c OW5 OWO OW 3 ; vX? JXaX? f WQ fWO OWO OWO OWi C WO i jXJ Osa O WjXi owo owo owo owo HART; MICH., OCTOBER 28, 1935 STAFF NEnBERS Editor.........................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor..............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager.....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ..............Edna Mae Winget Literary ....................................Mildred Lurie Photography Larraine Hal lad ay Society ..................................Marguerite Winget Humor.........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics.................................Dick Rummer Girls' Athletics .............................Elaine Grate Typists ...............Marjorie Reed, Della Cargill The Seniors of Hart High School are undertaking a new system of publishing the “Hartian.” This year we will issue a monthly paper with one special edition at the end of the year. The paper will continue under the name “Hartian” and will give a complete summary of the year’s activities from month to month. There will be eight editions in all. besides the final one, which will be dedicated to the Seniors. It is our intention that you keep each edition, in a notebook or in any way you care tc, and at the end of the year you will have a complete magazine, similar to the former “Hartian,” only, it will contain much more material. We hope you will cooperate with us and help to make this a great success. A SPIDER’S PERSISTENCY Six times a spider has spun its web outside my study window and six times 1 have destroyed it. Tomorrow morning I’m sure it will be there again. To prevent a spider from spinning its web time after time in the same place one has to kill the spider. If we who are interested in selling the Hartian had the persistency of spiders, we’d amount to something, wouldn’t we? CALENDAR OF EVENTS Sept. 2—Enrollment the largest ever! Freshmen number 87. Sept. 3—Seventh graders are in Seventh Heaven when passing to classes. Sept. 4—Many swollen lips appeared from the first official band practice. Sept. 6—Seats were assigned and Gonder get a back seat so he can entertain better during study hours. Sept. 9—Typing students get the school news. Fire drills today. Sept. 10—Robert Palen gave a grand speech in Literature class. Horray! Two days off for the Fair. Sept. 16—Schedule cards were made out. Sept. 17—After much bickering the U. S. Civics classes appeared at 8 o’clock for their class from Mr. Meehan. Sept. 18—Gladys Shinn gets up so early that she fell asleep while walking and fell down the stairs. Sept. 20—Big pep meeting with speeches by Dal-man, Ole, Gonder, and Palen. Shelby beat Hart 14-7. Sept. 23—Debates between Mugs Winget and Gonder took place at the Senior class meeting. Sept. 24—Fire drill with the fire department as visitors. Sept. 25—Gonder has nothing to say concerning Max Baer after the fight. Sept. 27—Big Pep meeting with Dalman as special cheer-leader. Lost our game to Montague 13-0. Oct. 1—Tryouts for drum major in the band. Oct. 2—A musical program by Mendley and Brown given for the benefit of the Athletic Association. Oct. 4—Lost the game at Scottville 12-7. The boys played a good game. Oct. 7—Many posters are being made for fire prevention week. Oct. 9—Gonder wants Elaine and Edna Mae to bring their megaphones to school so it will be easier for them to gossip during 5th hour study. Oct. 11—Bette Welsh was chosen as editor and Barbara Jenkins as business manager of the Hartian. Oct. 14—Shelby’s second team beat Hart’s second team 14-7. Oct. 15—The Chemistry class entertained the Speech class by hanging out the windows so they wouldn’t breath in the smoke from the room. School started at 10 o’clock so Mr. Cowles could catch a rabbit for his dinner. Oct. 17—Expressions of all kinds were seen while report cards were being handed out and then again some different expressions were seen after the report cards were received. PAGE 3 HOW TO BUILD UP MUSCLES pOSITION—Lying on back, feet flexed with heels 1 near seat. Arms folded across chest. Raise body up forming a bridge, resting on shoulders or top of head and feet. Lying on back, arms folded across chest, knees bent with heels close to your seat. You have seen pictures of wrestlers doing the bridge with their bodies raised off the mat and supported by the feet ° nd head. This is the exercise. You are lying on ; our back arms folded across chest, feet close to seat, now push your body up so that it rests on your upper back, and your lower back forming a perfect arch. Now on each attempt to raise up, try to go upward and backward a little farther until you are resting on top of your head, your feet on the floor helping in forming the perfect bridge. Now rest a little while, then take your bath and rub down with a course towel, or just a rub down will do. You can also add the paddling of the muscles and kneading and massaging of the fleshy and fatty parts. T vpULUm . Position—Lying on back, hands resting under ?egs; legs raised, heels together. ean legs over to left and right, swinging like _ pendulum. Place hands under legs, arms straight. Now raise legs and hold them there. Do not raise the back. Now lean both legs over toward the left as far as you can without falling over, then lean to the right. Continue this, like the swinging of a pendulum, left and right. Sixteen or more counts. --------o--------- REMEDY FOR HICCOUGHS The following remedy for hiccoughs is submitted by a writer in the Railway Clerk: “Place the four fingers of the left hand on the left side of the neck close to the cervical vertebrae or backbone or midway from base of head to bottom of neck. Press slightly inward and toward cervicals. Hold for a minute or so and repeat if necessary. Have the patient hiccough while holding such a position, and you can feel where the vertebrae action occurs. Then press on this spot particularly. The patient should help by holding the head or neck rigid, or put your right hand on the chin and thus hold the head rigid. In case of infants be very careful of pressure. Stand on the right side of the patient when doing this.” --------o--------- Small splinters may be removed from the flesh with a needle, and large splinters with a knifs blade, but the needle should first be passed ones or twice and the blade several times through a flame A SMILE OR TWO rT-rT-f rr -f rt Journeyman: “Didn’t I tell you to notice when the glue boiled over?” Apprentice: “I did; it was at 3 o’clock.” Visitor: “What’s up? Had a bad day?” Financier: “Yes, I've lost $5,000, and the worst of it is that $20 of it was my own money!” jn-l Oshkosh had gone to Europe for his health. “Hov did you lose your health?” he was asked. “Earning the money to take the trip,” he sadly replied. ■ “Are you sure your folks know I'm coming home to dinner with you?” “They ought to—they argued with me a whole hour over it.” Our Bobby was in a store with his mother when he was given candy by one of the clerks. “What must you say, Bobbie?” “Charge it,” he replied. Jones: “Sorry, old man, my hen got loose and scratched up your garden.” Smith: “That's all right; my dog ate your hen.” Jones: “Fine; I just ran over your dog and killed him.” Mother: “Eric, dear! Don’t go too far out in the water!” Eric: “But, look. Daddy’s out a long way.” Mother: “I know, dear, but your father has his life insured.” Officer (very angry): “Not a man in this division will be given liberty this afternoon.” Voice: “Give me liberty or give me death.” Officer: “Who said that?” Voice: “Patrick Henry.” Mother: “We are going up to uncle’s farm for a visit.” Daughter: “Has uncle any nice neighbors?” Mother: “Oh, yes; I’ve often heard him speak highly of the Holsteins and the Guernseys.” Forgetful Husband (to friend): “I want you to help me. I promised to meet my wife at one o’clock for luncheon, and I can’t remember where. Wofti you mind ringing her up at our house and asking her where I am likely to be about that time?” “Do you know Lincoln’s Gettysburg address?” “No. T didn’t know he lived there.” Fred: Your car is six months old and yet hasn’t a scratch on it. How do you manage to preserve its finish, (Id man ?” Ted: “Quito simple. I make it a rule always to park between new cars.” PAGE A HALLOWE’EN How many of you have ever stopped to think of the meaning and origination of Hallowe’en? Strange things may happen to us on the evening of October 31, so superstitious folks used to believe; for they thought that the witches then rode all around the country-side on broom-sticks with huge black cats, that elves played pranks on somber folks, and that fte future might be foretold by jumping over lighted candles, or by any one of a hundred magic rites. There are many other names for Hallowe’en. Some of them are All-hallows Day, Eve of All Saints, All Saints Day, and All Hallow-Even. These names are all relics of pagan superstition, and they have nothing whatever to do with the church festivals. In England and Scotland, Hallowe’en is especially chosen as the time for trying spells and divinations in love affairs. Many centuries ago, Hallowe’en was celebrated on May 1, and commemorates the earliest belief in a personal and all-powerful Evil One—the Chaldean’s Power of Darkness. We still retain many old customs from the ancients in regard to Hallowe’en. For example, we bob for apples, crack nuts, throw apple peelings over our shoulders, and look in a mirror by candlelight in a darkened room to find our “true love,’ as our pagan ancestors did centuries ago. At Hallowe’en time, many parties are given, and children masquerade as witches, clowns, and elves as the Romans did at their festivals. Young children take the part of the mischievous elves by ringing doorbells, soaping windows, and having a great time in general. Most of us will agree that for having fun, Hallowe’en is about the nicest holiday at the nicest time of year. STORIES ANI) POEMS Hallowe’en is a happy time So let’s warm up and write a rhyme. We’ll go in the attic and get some clothes, Then we’ll go out and scare little Rose. Come, come, Ned, and let’s run, Tonight is the time to have some fun. Then heme again, home again, ’tis time for bed, Home again, home again. Tommy and Ned. —Marian Reed, Sixth Grade. I was walking down the street When I soon decided to retreat, For I saw something all dressed in white. It looked awful on this dark night! With bats here and there above its head, If it ever caught me I’d surely be dead. All at once I saw a ghost’s head, I hurried home and went right to bed. —Floyd Whetmore, Sixth Grade. All the witches and the elves Nosily enjoy themselves On the eve of Hallowe’en. Bats and owls fly about, Frightened children cry and shout, On the eve of Hallowe’en. At parties, little girls and boys Make a lot of happy noise, On the eve of Hallowe’en. —Hershel Lurie, Sixth Grade. The witches and the goblins were sneaking all about, We put pumpkins in the window to put them all to rout. The owls were hooting and flying in the dark. The bats were flitting all around the park. We were soaping windows in the town, When the witches came swooping down. And frightened us all away, And spoiled our very happy day. —Leonora Decker, Sixth Grade. MY HALLOWE’EN STORY Once there was an old man who had a son. On a noisy day in October, the thirty-first, the boy said to his father, “May I go out today to see what I can do, father?’’ “What things would you do?’’ “Well,” said the boy, “I will take my lunch and after I eat it, I will hunt for a pumpkin.” That afternoon, he came home with a nice big pumpkin with a burning face. He had many other nice things in his basket for a party. It was the first Hallowe’en in the world. Here comes my party children now!—Joann Leemhuis, Third Grade. A GHOST Betty and Bobby were making a Jack-o-lantern. It was dark. “Bobby,” said Betty suddenly, “I forgot to take down the clothes.” “Go and take them down now,” said Bob. Betty went to take them down. She came running into the house. “Bobby,” she cried, “there’s a ghost outside.” Bobby picked up his courage and said, “I’ll come out with you.” When he went outside he saw the ghost too. He was a little frightened, but he didn’t want Betty to know it, so he went up to the ghost and said, “Hello.” The ghost said nothing. Bobby lifted up the hcod, and who was the ghost? No one but their own little goat.—Mary Elizabeth George. Fifth Grade. PAGE 5 A Lesson of School So you failed in your class, my lad? You couldn't quite make the mark? You failed—and you feel so blue and sad And all of the world looks dark? You lost and your heart is sore And you wish you could go and cry? Well, let us not worry a minute more Or give it another sigh. You failed, and you stand in fear Of the things that the boy? will say? Why, there isn't a boy who is worth a tear But who knows he may fail some day. For it isn't to win that's good And it isn’t the head held high. But to know you did the best you could, And the best we can do is try. You failed, and you know how sad Were the ones who have failed before; And what did you say to them, my lad, When you knew their hearts were sore, Did you come to them, near and near, With a kindly word and a smile, And bid them dry that very tear That came to after a while? Ah, yes—you didn't know What it meant to the ones who lost; And maybe you said some boy was slow, And you didn't count the cost Of the sorrow it was to him When he heard what his fellows said, But you know it now, when your eyes are dim, And the sorrow is yours instead. So, lad, we have failed, maybe, And the other boys may pass, But we've found a lesson for you and me That's finer than one in class; We’ve learned what the bitter tear A.nd the sorrow of the boys may be, We've learned the need of a word of cheer, So we haven't failed, you see! ------o------- A sparrow's wings make 13 atrokes a second in flight. It’s Rasy To Drift—But Look Out! Students There are three types of students in every school. The first type is the go-getter. He is always busy doing something for himself or others. He is the one who works hard and gets the honor. He is also interested in all school activities. How wonderful our school would be if we were all of this type. The second group is made up of those students who intend to do great things some day. A member of this group is the dreamer. When he sees others winning honors, it inspires him and he determines to do something equally good. But somehow he never seems to get around to it. Once in a while he does try something, but he gives so little real effort to it that he can do nothing but fail. If he does win some honor, he is satisfied and does not try again. Too many of us belong to this group. The third type is the laggard. He does not even care to do anything or win any honor. He does not boost his school but finds fault with everything in his whole life, in business life. He never works because somebody else will do it if he doesn't. The laggard is seldom if ever missed when he is gone. The go-getter decides what he wants and goes after it. He boosts all worthy things. The dreamer is not sure what he wants, or, if he is, he hasn’t ambition enough to go after it. The laggard's only desire is to be nobody and to be let alone, and he usually is. Are you a go-getter, a dreamer, or a laggard? ------o------- Guide Posts Along the Road of Life Luck seems to favor the man who doesn’t count on it. Flying off the handle suggests that you have a screw loose. The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of work. Doing the impossible is frequently done by an amateur be- cause he doesn't know it's impos- sible. Every time one man puts a new idea across he finds ten men who thought of it before he did—but they only thought. ------o-------- According to an estimate by the Public Health Service, nine out of ten persons in the United States have measles and three out of four whooping cough m' PAGE 6 WISE AND OTHERWISE The first day of hunting season Ole arrived to find his class already assembled, but his worried look vanished when as he opened the class room door, the tardy gong rang. Cowles wasn’t so happy, he was fifteen minutes late. Flossie Oeffler would appreciate it if anyone having an extra alarm clock would donate it to Fran and her so they could get themselves and a number of Freshmen to school before 2nd period. Mr. Benjemans seems to be a favorite among the lady teachers. We wonder which one he likes best? Gonder announced his intention to start taking dancing lessens from Miss Marrick. He is also taking tap and ballroom dancing in hopes to take Fred Astair’s place beside the charming blond, Ginger Rogers. Beth Long is having quite a difficult time in trying to make Rolls Royal see her way. Kenneth Kokx can’t make up his mind where to sit before school starts, with Norrine Bender cr Nina Mason. So he sits with Norrine in the morning and Nina at noon. We are all watching intently the budding romance of Maurice Reed and Margaretta Hitchcock. Or is it budding? Also we will add Arthur Olsen and Evelyn Lathrop to this list. Virginia Lykens and Gordon Nielson just can’t get along. Well, I guess that means another separation in American History class. Just a little more thought on Ole’s part. It seems that Margaretta Hitchcock would rather sit on the floor in 4th period Lit. class. We wonder what Miss Reusch thinks about this? When Jean Harris recites poetry it’s usually this: And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances. Who could this apply to? Broken romances can be patched up but maybe Ernestine Griener likes it this way. Marjorie Grate is keeping late or (early) hours. Of course Den D. of Shelby got all the blame for the flat tire. Have we a heavy weight champion in our midst? Tripp has gone in for fighting with the girls. Buelah Rummer was fighting with some seventh grade girls when Sir Robert came to the rescue in which he had to box with Buelah. Miss Reusch was absent the day report cards were handed out. Many wonder if it was intentional. Margaret Foster seems to have found a great interest in Lorrain Berger. The Junior class will entertain the rest of the high school and faculty at a skirt and sweater party November 1. ZD UCA T O rsfA LJ yJV£WS and CU6 VT5 — ' Can you picture a folding of the earth’s crust strong enough to lift, in the short space of twenty-five years, an area the size of Greater New York to a height of 11,000 feet above sea level? Just such an enormous upheaval has taken place recently in the Atlantic and was discovered by mere accident. « Diseases are now diagnosed by photographing the inside of the eye with the Nordensen camera, a new machine developed in Sweden, which is expected to revolutionize diagnostic methods. Minor as well as major diseases can be determined in this way, it is claimed. Disease symptoms, it is said, are reflected in the nerves, the blood vessels, and the “seeing layer” of the eye, and the difference between most ailments is perceptible even to the untrained observer. Near the Croydon airdrome, in England, is one of the strangest gardens in the world. Row upon row of bells line tl. open field! The bells, or “cloches,” are of glass and protect early vegetables from the late frosts. Beneath them early vegetables mature ahead of time for the London market. When the vegetables are ready to be picked, the bells are lifted aside. The scheme comes from France, and is now being tried out on a large scale at the London suburb. Twenty-five years ago a submarine cable was laid across the Atlantic ocean, passing near the British Island of Saint Helena, on which Napoleon i spent the last years of his life as prisoner. When the cable was laid down, it rested on the bottom of the sea, about 14,760 feet below the surface. Recently when it became necessary to repair the cable, it was discovered that that part ot the sea bottom had been lifted more than 11,000 feet, which brought the cable within 3,600 feet of the sea level. The Bureau of Public Buildings and Grounds, Washington, District of Columbia, makes use of a magnetic roller to rid the roads of nails and bits of sharp metal, thus making them safer for motorists. The device ir a two-wheeled affair, and below the axle are storage batteries roir which runs the electric current to the magnet co‘‘? From time to time this odd vehicle is pushed about b the street cleaners, effectively removing the accumulations of various scraps of metal trouble makers for the motorists. Most visitors to Cherbourg, the French seaport are amazed at the immense breakwater that protects its harbor. The builder noticed with whar strength and tenacity the common mussels of the shore cement themselves together and to rocks and stones. Taking advantage of this idea, he placed in the sea immense quantities of loose boulders and stones, and upon these tons of mussels were d mped. The shellfish immediately bound the stones with a cement much more durable and satisfactory than any man could have provided. PAGE 7 Q. Why are Indians beardless? A. It is a racial characteristic the same as thei” red skin. • c Q Who are the shortest people in the world? A. The shortest race of people are the pigmies of Central Africa, some of whom measure only twenty-seven inches. Q. Where was St. Patrick born? A. His birthplace is uncertain. He is said by some writers to have been born in Boulogne-sur-Mer France, and by others in Kilpatrick, near Dumbarton, Ireland. Q. How long do goldfish live? A. The average life is said to be only six weeks because so many people do not know how to care for them. Goldfish have been known to live for thirty years. o • Q. What is the size of the Sahara Desert? A. No very precise boundary lines have been established but its length is roughly calculated to be a little more than 3000 miles and its total area is about 2,000,000 square miles. Q. What is the average width and depth of the Grand canyon? A. The width varies from ten to forty miles, and the depth is about 3000 feet to the plateau below the rim. Through this the Colorado River winds in narrow granite gorge 1400 feet deep and about 3500 wide at the top. Q. Was there a man named Robinson Crusoe or is that a fictitious character? How did the story originate? A. Daniel Defoe founded the story of Robinson Crusoe on the adventures of Alexander Selkirk, sailing master of the privateer Cinque Ports Galley, who was left by Capt. Stradling on the desolate island of Juan Fernandez for four years and four months (1704-1709) when he was rescued by Captain Woodes Rogers and brought to England. Q. Do fish have a sense of hearing? A. This question is disputed. Popularly it is supposed that fish can hear and fishermen usually insist that it is necessary to keep quiet while fishing. Scientists, however, are inclined to balieve that fish have very little, if any, sense of hearing. They are equipped with no outer ear whatever. It is supposed that the inner ear is merely an organ of equilibrium. Investigations have given conflicting results, some indicating that fish are wholly deaf. One thing is certain, if fish can hear at all it amounts to litt'e more than detecting disturbances in the water. They certainly could not hear a human voice Fish do. however, have a Keen sensp of THE SHEEPSKIN PAYS ONE OF the jokes about business in the hard-boiled era which has completely lost its point in recent years is the one with many variations purporting to show that industry doesn’t know what to do with the information a young man gets in college. The chief significance of this is that it indicates the colleges, particularly in their technical departments, have been getting nearer and nearer for some years to an estimate of what business requires of its young men. This was proved not long ago when one of the big electric manufacturing companies offered to hire the entire graduating class of a leading eastern St Agricultural college. For some years this corporation had been watching and encouraging the growth of electrical farms. Ir connection with this it was interested also in the decentralization of industry. When the farm electrification program reached the point where it oe-gan to promise big business, the corporation naturally went after men with technical knowledge of agriculture to look after its interests. Most personnel managers of large corporations now admit that the search for young executive material has completely reversed the job finding business for the average college graduate. A competition for men has developed as a result of which— in the technical schools or departments of colleges, at any rate—virtually every man in the graduating class may take his choice of industries. Many colleges which formerly had committees to hunt for jobs for their graduates now employ the same organization to sort out the applicants for men A committee or agent from an employer must show the standing of his concern before he is permitted to interview any of the graduates-to-be. One motor manufacturer sends such a committee to half a dozen colleges every year in order to selecr. from twelve to fifteen young men. The committen contains a representative each from the manufacturing, executive and sales departments. By exercising extreme care in its selections this corporation has succeeded during the past five years in retaining seventy-five per cent of the men it employs by this process. In the experience of many other corporations, however, it pays to hire college trained men, as such, even though only twenty-five per cent of them remain after a few years. --------o-------- TEASERS 1. What island ought to have many small fish. 2. Why are bankrupts more to be pitied than idiots? 3. What do you know about the baseball rep r in the Bible? 4. What is that thing, and the name of a bird, without which we should die? Answers 1. Sard’ 2. Because bankrupts are broken while idiots are only cracked. 3. Eve stole first, Adam stole second; Gideon cattled the pitchers; Goliath was put out by Davie and the prodigal son made a home run. 4. Shallow. PAGE 8 FOOTBALL Football practice was started September 3 with forty-four candidates cut. Among these there were five lettermen from last year composed of: Lawrence Lombard, fullback; Frank Schramm, left guard; Lavant Pickens, left tackle; Daniel Gonder, center; and Robert Palane, left end. Gonder and Palen were elected co-captains by the western Michigan football tampions of nineteen thirty-four. Although our team has not been so successful in its games thus far, all of the students are behind it and wish it success in its future games. ---------o-------- Typing Troubles Can anything be more disgusting Can anything make you more blue, Than one of those bad days in typing? I don’t think so—do you? You sit at your keyboard and hammer; You hit the wrong key, and “bang!” Ycu pound on the next one as if it would help. When it doesn’t, you whisper. “Oh, hang!” You like to shout it out loud, all right, Hut, for heaven’s sake, keep still. Just whisper soft curses beneath your brea h, O: teacher will think you are ill. One of our teachers keeps saying to us That if you’re lazy, you’re ill. If they think that you’re ill, can they turn it around And say that you’re lazy, at will? We won’; give them the chance to think it of us. We’ll act like we like it, and then— To our great surprise, we’ll all realize It wasn’t so bad. Was it, men? —Gladys Wiesenborn. The V. C. H. S. Booster. ---------o-------- STICK TO YOIR AIM Stick to your aim. The mongrel’s hold will slip But only the crowbars loose the bulldog’s grip Small though he looks, the jaw that never yields Drags down the bellowing monarch of the fields. A —Oliver Wendal Holmes. Ole has wondered what that snapping noise wa3 in American History. You will have to ask Wanda Bovid. -------o-------- It looks like Virginia Butler “forgot to como back” from her trip to Washington, D. C. -------o-------- We wonder who it is that calls on Velma Vine every now and then? TRICKS AND STUNTS —--------------------------———-—1 THE ROOSTER FIGHT This out-of-door game will be fun for the boys. With a stick draw a circle on the ground. Now let each boy, or “rooster,” as he is called in this game, hold his arms behind his back and stand side by side within the circle. Some boy who has been chosen as leader shouts, “Fight, roosters, fight!” At these words the “roosters” try to push one another out of the circle by means of their shoulders. Any rooster who unfolds his arms or falls down or is pushed outside the circle is out of the game. The winning “rooster” is the boy who succeeds in pushing all the others out of the circle. A BACK-TO-BACK RACE A back-to-back race is a good out of doors game and furnishes the players with a novel exercise; that of running backwards. Mark off a level stretch of ground one hundred feet in length. Now make up as many teams of two members each as possible. Have the members of each team stand back-to-back; then tie them together with a piece of rope. The contestants stand along the starting line. At the signal to go, each team makes for the other line, one hundred feet away and parallel to the first. One of the two members will, of course, have to run backward. As soon as they reach the second line, the teammates reverse the direction of their progress and run back toward the line from which they started; that is, the member who previously went backward now goes forward. The team wins that first covers the course out and back. SOME UNUSUAL FORFEITS It is sometimes hard to think up forfeits on the spur of the moment. Here are some that have caused much fun: Tie your feet together and try to walk around the room. Stand on one foot and spell “sensible” backward. Select some player in the room, put your hand over your heart and repeat each letter of the alphabet, to him or her. Walk backwards around the room and bow backwards to the three “wisest persons” in the room. Go about the room and smile at each of seven persons. Stand in the corner of the room blindfolded for five minutes calling for “help.’ Make a noise like soda water coming out of a pop fountain. Walk around the room and give a piece of good advice to the three youngest persons in the room. Represent some animal by motions only, untL some one in the room is able to guess what animal it is. Hop about the floor on one foot and curtsy to each empty chair. ■------o-------- The outer skin of a snake may be completely renewed about three times a year. PAGE 9 The Fisher: “Then it won’t be a crime if 1 land a fish?” The Inhabitant: “No, it’ll be a miracle!” Artist: “I’ve got some of the funniest pictures you ever saw.” Editor: “Really? Where did you have them taken?” He was an up-to-the-minute motorist, but had lost his way. Suddenly his eyes brightened as he shouted to his wife: “I think we’re getting near a town. We’re hitting more people.” Wiggs: “Sorry to keep you waiting, old man; but I’ve just been setting a trap for my wife.” Wagg: “Heavens! What do you suspect?” Wigg: “A mouse in the pantry.” • “How old is your son?” asked the visitor. “Well,” replied the dad, “he’s reached that age when he thinks the most important thing to pass isn’t his examination, but the car ahead.” Kind Friend: “I did what I could, Tony; I told her you had more money than sense.” The Victim: “And what did she say?” Kind Friend: “She asked if you had any money.” • • The teacher was giving a lesson on “snow.” “As you walk out on a cold winter day and look around, what do we see on every hand?” she inquired. “Gloves,” answered the jedhaired boy in the rear seat. “One of our little pigs was sick, so I gave him some sugar.” “Sugar—what for?” “For medicine, of course. Haven’t you heard of sugar-cured hams?” • • Patient: “Will the anaesthetic make me sick?” Doctor: “No, I think not.” Patient: “How long will it be before I know anything?” Doctor: “Aren’t you expecting too much of an anaesthetic?” Old Lady: “Oh, conductor, please stop the train. I dropped my wig out the window.” Conductor: “Never mind, madam, there is a switch just this side of the next station.” The Fisher: “Is this a public lake?” The Inhabitant: “Yes, sir.” • A man who was wanted by the police had been photographed in six positions and the pictures sent out to the state police. In a few days headquarters received this from a small-town chief: ‘I duly received the pictures of six miscreants wanted. Five of them have been captured and we are on the trail of the sixth.” Oldest Sewing Machines. A contest for the purpose of discovering the hundred oldest sewing machines in the United States has brought to light many interesting facts. Two A chines began service in 1853, which is only two yeW-Ps after the first successful machine was placed on the market. The one hundred prize-winning machines range in age from sixty-eight to seventy-four years. The make of the winning machines included: Singer, 73; Grover Baker, 10; Howe, 5; Willcox Gibbs, 5; Wheeler Wilson, 5; Leavit, 1, and Bartholf, 1. One machine, owned by Mrs. Frank Pallot of Plain-well. Mich., was the machine on which she made her own wedding gown and the christening, graduation and wedding dresses of her two daughters. Snowy Owl Captured at Sea. Out of a clear blue sky one thousand miles from land, came a snowy white owl, says The Pathfinder. It flew to the rigging of the Leviathan, giant American liner, crossing the Atlantic. The rare “creature of the night” was captured by the crew and is now in the possession of the New York zoo. In announcing the gift to the zoo. Captain Hartley of the Leviathan, said the bird had alighted in mid-ocean and anparently had relayed from other liners. � « Birch Wood Used for Spools. Nearly all ordinary spools are said to be made from the white birch, and while this species of tree grows in all parts of the United States, we read that it grows best in Maine. Practically all of the world’s supply of spool wood comes from the great woods of the north. A few spools are manufactured in Maine, but generally after the wood is seasoned, it is shipped elsewhere to be made into spools. (’ash Preferred to Paternalism. No man is rich enough or wise enough to set himself up as his brother’s keeper, declared Dr. C. R. Brown, dean of Yale Divinity School, not long ago. He stated that he was opposed to the policy of paternalism. “Welfare work on the part of great corporations Is an excellent thing; but the workers prefer to rewarded in cash. It is good mathematics and good morals to insist that ‘I am my brother’s brother’ from beginning to end,” he said. TROCADERO ORGAN. After twenty years of silence and disuse, the “finest concert organ in Europe,” that of the Troca aero at Paris, is once more in tune and is functioning. An American’s contribution of $500 started thn fund for repairs. The organ has twelve keyboards and is now blown by electric motors instead of hand pumped bel ows. PAGE 10 AN ANALYSIS “That man surely has been a success in life. “Well, as a golfer he certainly has plenty of lie abilities.” FULL OF RUNS “I think these stockings I have on are like a bit of art.” “Viewed from the back they’re like opera music.” “How’s that?” “Full of runs.” ------o------- BET HE MEANT HORSES He: “I’ve made up my mind to know all about the races.” She: “Horses or men?” SYMPATHETIC “I was just taking a little beauty nap.” “Oh! It’s too bad I disturbed you.” — o---------- Wifie: “Did you hear those knocks on the table? What could have caused them?” Hubby: “There’s a piece of wrapping paper lying on it, I see.” THEY DON’T WEAR ANY “Are you opposed to petticoat government?” “Absolutely! Keep all women out of politics but the flappers.” THE GREAT DANE “Did you know Shakespeare devoted one of his plays to a dog?” “No, which one?” “His play about Hamlet, the great Dane.” -------o------ HAD FIGURED ALL RIGHT Mary: “Have you ever figured in any gripping situations?” May: “Oh, been hugged a fe times.” PAGE 11 You May Be a Genius OMEONE has said: Genius is dictatorial without knowing it, obstructive without wishing to to be, intolerant unawares, and unsocial because it cannot help it.” Right away someone jumps up and exclaims, I’m a genius!’ We are not printing the above quo-tation to furnish anyone with an excuse for being bossy or for always being on the contrary side, or for thinking that he knows it all and that other persons are therefore surely wrong, or for holding himself aloof from his fellow beings. Upon discovering the consistency of this attitude, we inquired of said person, and she gave us this comment: “In a public meeting, somebody has to be obtrusive or the matter will not be thoroughly thrashed out, and action may be taken hastily without due consideration for all of the things at stake. I have made it a lifetime policy always to be obtrusive. Therefore I have been thoroughly disliked and hated in public more than anyone about me—and I have had a glorious time!” If the above characteristics constituted all that there is to genius, we would advise our friends to knock genius over the head with an “alley apple” whenever they see it popping up in their lives. Bu ' let’s stop a moment and conside ' the above elements of human nature. How often almost anyone is inclined to be dictatorial! Sometimes, if we look back at a week or month of our associations with others in the home, or at business, or in social relationships, we can see instances wherein we actually were dictatorial, without knowing it. There are more geniuses than this world has been given credit for, if being unsocial because of timidity puts one in that class. Many people will discover, as the horses did when automobiles first came out, that familiarity will breed con tempt for anything of which one is at first afraid. It will not take a great deal of acting for a very long period for a person who feels that he cannot be sociable to cultivate many sociable instincts and habits. It merely requires constant practice as occasion affords, or as opportunity can be made. But for the most part, people know when they are assuming this attitude. To recognize a fault is the first step in overcoming it. Stop a moment and think. Are you ever dictatorial in situations wherein you have no right to be? The next point in the quotation is that genius is often obtrusive, without wishing to be. We once knew a person who always took the opposite side of a question being discussed, especially if it were an aggressive program of advancement. Anyone can be a genius in a certain sense. By resolving to watch themselves in relation to the above undesirable characteristics, and by constantly endeavoring to cultivate the last one or sociability. That is, after a given period of time of such effort, they can look back and see what great progress they have made. The effect in just a little effort will be so miraculous that one will feel like exclaiming to himself because of his success: “Why, you certainly are a genius!” • - Scholarship and School Spirit If one has no school spirit he is a slacker, and probably will be through the rest of his life. So let’s take an active part in the activities of the school, and we will be sure to make better and more prosperous citizens. STUDENTS are beginning to learn that the standards of scholarship are much higher in college than in high school. In using the term “scholarship” it should not be confined to one’s ability to learn, or one’s knowledge of economics, education, history or sociology; we consider this as only one-half of the term. The other half is success in extracurricula activities, the ability and willingness to adjust oneself to one’s environment; good, wholesome school spirit. It has been proved by different educationalists that scholarship and success in extra-curricula activities go hand in hand. Although many students say as an alibi, “I came to college to get an education,” and use the term education as meaning book knowledge only. Coaches have found that students who come to college solely to play football are not always the best football players. A young man who is strong and brawny in stature, right away thinks he will make a star football player. With his strength he can keep any man from the goal—not only his opponents, even his own men. As soon as the ball gets into his hands, he runs with the ball, feeling that he must win the game alone and that his strength is sufficient to do it. Let me compliment the young man upon his morale, but it takes more than morale on the gridiron. Coaches have experienced this many times and have come to the conclusion that “brain is superior to brawn.” Many a’player who is short in stature but quick and ac- curate in thinking has replaced another player who was large in body but slow and inaccurate in mind. A student who hopes to attain the highest scholarship must, as has been stated, adjust himself to his environment. He must remember and believe that “time” is the one commodity of which all of us have an equal amount. The story of man’s progress, both as an individual and as a race, shows that efficient utilization of time means successful achievement. Therefore in order for an individual to obtain the highest scholarship possible he must be able to engage successfully in extra-curricula activities, which aid in the development of personality; he must know the value of time, his study must be correlated so as to be of practical benefit to society as well as to himself; he must remember the old quotation, “Scholarship without good breeding is but half an education”; he must further develop a keen interest in his school, and if his school is not just what he would like for it to be, let him remember that— “Real schools aren’t made by students afraid Lest somebody else gets ahead. When everyone works and nobody shirks You can raise a school from the dead. And if while you earn the honors you crave, Your neighbor may earn some, too. Your school will be what you want it to be. It isn’t your school, it’s you.” PAGE 2 eo ?,? 1 THE HART1AN 1 S$ S3 HART, MICH., NOVEMBER 15, 1935 % STAFF HETIBERS 5 % if -v- „ TC f o ? h t a a ‘UhjuumW Editor.........................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor..............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager.....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager .. .Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary ............................Mildred Lurie Photography.................................Larraine Halladay Society ..................................Marguerite Winget Humor.........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics.................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics .....................Elaine Grate Typist .............................Marjorie Reed CALENDAR OF EVENTS October 18—Big pep meeting in auditorium with the band and Polly Hart as a visiting cheer leader. We lost to Reed City 19-0. October 21—Alice Jane Winget and Bud Stover have a private conference in fifth hour to discuss their parties, new flames, etc. October 22—And so little Freddy Steven’s face got very red when the teacher found out that the answers were in the back of his book and gave him another book to use. October 23—Not counting the team losing the game to Fremont, 14-7, cheerers running out of gas? and having Hat tires? the day was pretty fair. October 28—Gonder is worried about his part in the Senior program but we all know he is a born actor. October 29—And again today Irene Pechumer gazed back longingly at Scott, trying to get his attention. October 30—Three of our dignified Seniors, Barbara Jenkins, Jean Reynolds, and Jack Frost, had to stay after school because they did not obey “Professor Carl Hill” while he was in charge of the study hall. October 31—Big Hallowe’en celebration for the Hart school at the park! Although it rained, it did not spoil the event. At least four of the Senior girls came home far the better. Ask Ole how many peanuts were missing! November 1—North Muskegon beat Hart 20-0. Everybody had a good time at the Juniors’ Hallowe’en party. Even Gonder managed to struggle through the last dance. November 4—Gladys Shinn is in a happier mood today! Her aunt bought her a “Scottie” to wear in place of her cherished hair band which she lost while boat riding. November 5—Another one cf our dignified Seniors (Elaine Grate) decided to have the experience of falling down the stairs before graduating. November 6—Miss McCall’s desire for red hair must have come back. She had a henna rinse today. Armistice Day Our boys fought to win the war, That terrible war, for you and me. To save us from a terrible death And win the flag cf Liberty. —Arthur Vanderputte, Grade 6. On Armistice Day the soldiers stopped fighting. Oh, yes, they stopped their fighting. Bells rang on Armistice Day, Every living thing was so happy and gay. Josephine Zwinger, Grade 4. Thanksgiving Day Thanksgiving Day is here. We all are full of cheer! - The horses are gay, And tell you in their own way. The cows are all gay, And tell you in their own way. They all say “We are happy for Thanksgiving Day, And we will feed today.” But the chickens, they are sad, When all the others are so glad. —Alice Jean Simon, Grade 6. On Thanksgiving Day Everyone goes to pray. And all I have to say Is that we are happy and gay. The mice play in the hay, (Concluded on Page 7) PAGE 3 ALICIA’S THANKSGIVING SURPRISE aNE, two, three and a half minutes yet.” Alicia was counting. Counting the minutes until she should start on some wonderful trip, do you think? Really, you might guess a long time and never come near being right. Alicia was counting the minutes until a freight train should whistle and rush past her window. Not much of a sight, you think—just a common freight train with cars full of wheat and lumber and, maybe, some loaded with squealing pigs. Put listen! if you were twelve years old and lived on a lonely farm and had not been able to get out of your bed for six long years, not since you were six years old, and you couldn’t go to school, of course, and very few people lived near enough to come to see you—well, that would be different, would it not? It did not matter whether it was a freight train or a passenger train, when it came by she would wave her little flag at the engineer and the trainmen and always get a cheery wave in return. Often the freight trains stopped for some time on a long siding near the house and switched off cars t:� be loaded with grain or cattle, and then one of the men would run over to the house for a pail of milk; so they knew why the girl could not walk like other children. Even at night when trains passed Alicia would dash her electric torch three times and see the answering bobs of lanterns. Alicia’s father and mother loved her dearly, but the farm did not pay well enough to let them get money ahead so they could leave it for a better place. And so they had not been able to send Alicia to a hospital for the particular sort of care she needed. Sometimes when a train would have quite a wait on the siding, one of the men would run over to her window with a little gift of a book or some candy. She did not know, however, that the men had passed the word along to all the train crews and that a committee had been appointed to consult a noted surgeon about her. And then one day, just three days before Thanksgiving, a wonderful thing happened. A special train stoppec on the siding; and, instead of one man coming over for milk, she saw a regular procession coming. “One, two, three, four,” she counted. “Why, ♦ mother,” she called, “there are ten men coming, and they are bringing a lot of things with them!” It was true. Very much amazed, Mrs. Smith opened the door for them, and in they came, laughing and saying: “We have come to bring a glad Thanksgiving to little Alicia.” And you should have seen those gifts—a comfortable wheel chair, a big box with soft, rose-bordered blankets for Alicia’s bed, another box with a soft, fuzzy, rose-colored bathrobe and slippers to match, two beautifully covered pillows, and the most mysterious envelope which was not to be opened until the 10:40 freight passed the next morning. That night she could hardly sleep, she was so excited over the mystery; and she whispered a great deal to the dear doll cuddled in her arms. But morning did really come at last, and after what seemed a long, long time, the long, sharp whistle of the 10:40 freight. It had barely passed when the envelope was opened. There was a bright Thanksgiving card and an extra note saying that the next day Alicia would have a call from Dr. Slocum, whose special business it was to help little girls get well. “You have been a brave girl for a long time, Alicia,” said the kind surgeon; “and you will be ready when the nurse comes for you in three days?” Alicia looked at him anxiously. “Doctor, must I leave all these lovely things at home?” “No, indeed!” he replied quickly. “Bring them all with you if you like, especially that fine doll. “I know,” said Alicia; “it will be all of us, every one. Never, never could anyone have such a beautiful surprise party. I will be ready when the nurse comes, doctor, and I will be brave, truly I will, and I will be glad every day.” And so, you see, the loving gifts of the trainmen brought great happiness to many hearts. For it all came true, as Dr. Slocum thought, and Alicia was able to walk like other children. And, o f course, she often and often climbed up on the fence to wave greetings to her loyal friends, the trainmen, and they were always happy to see her smiling face. PAGE 4 WORD STUDY WORDS OFTEN MISUSED Don’t say “mine is different than yours” or “to yours.” Say “different from.” Don’t say “your gown is lovely.” Say “beautiful.” Use “love” only in the sense of affection. Don’t say ‘ we are going to go.” “To go” is redundant. Don’t say “the boys ran every which way.” Say “in all directions.” Don’t say “between you and I.” Say “you and me. Don’t say “we don’t expect to go no more.” Say “to go again.” WORDS OFTEN MISPRONOUNCED Caloric: Pronounce ka-lor-ik, a as in “ask,” o as in “of,” not as in “no,” and accent second syllable. Loathe (verb.) Pronounce the th as in “thy,” not as in “thigh.” Nothing. Pronounce the o as in “son” not as in “of.” National. Pronounce first a as in “at” not as in “ate.” Prussic. Pronounce the u as in “up.” Intestine. Pronounce last i as in “tin,” not as in “time,” nor as e in “he.” WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED Misdemeanor; or, not er. Brief; ie. Omelet; note the first e. Bazaar. Peaceable; ea appears twice. SYNONYMS Companion, comrade, colleague, chum, ally, partner, accomplice, confederate. Fort, fortress, fortification, defense, stronghold, fastness, intrenchment. Equity, justice, legality, fairness, justness, law-1 ulness. Pretend, presume, assume, affect, feign, postulate. Revolution, rebellion, revolt, riot, insurrection, mutiny, anarchy. Addition, attachment, appendage, appendix, addendum, auxiliary. LEARN MORE WORDS CHAOS; a condition of utter disorder and con-'usion. “He brought order out of chaos.” DISPUTATION: the act of disputing; controversy; discussion. “It was a lengthy disputation on the subject.” IMPLORATION: earnest supplication. “They raised their arms in imploration.” IMPOSTURE: deception by means of false pretenses. “The imposture has been discovered.” FINALITY: the state or quality of being final. “The finality of his answer could not be misunderstood.” CHAGRIN: vexation due to disappointment; mortification; confusion. “His chagrin was noticeable when he discovered his mistake.” Entries in David S. Diary: Nov. 24—Get an airgun for my birthday. Nov. 25—Snowing. Can’t go hunting. Nov. 26—Still snowing. Can’t go hunting. Nov. 27—Still snowing. Shot at grandma. Mr. Dahlman: “Raynard, can you tell the class what a polygon is?” Raynard D.: “A polygon is a parrot that has escaped.” Kathleen Roche asked: “Daddy, are flies flies because they fly?” “I suppose sc.” Kathleen: “Are fleas fleas because they flee?” “Sure, what of it?” Kathleen: “Well, I told teacher that bees were bees because they be.” Dick Rummer wrote an answer to one of Ole’s sticker questions on a test: “I don’t know and nobody around me seems to know.” Betty W.: “Did Scott treat you to an ice cream soda last Friday after the party? I saw you two in the drug store.” Edna W.: “Ice cream sodas don’t agree with me, so I took some corn plasters.” Teacher: “Nancy, w’hy does Missouri stand at the head of the mule raising in the United States?” Nancy C.: “Because the other end is toe dangerous.” ♦ Mr. Decker: “What is the outstanding contribution that chemistry has given to the world?” Herbie L.: “Blondes.” A city customer: “Got anything snappy in rubber bands?” Barbara Jenkins: “No, but w'e’ve got something awfully catchy in fly paper.” Marge Reed: “My uncle in Venice is sending me a gondola. How am I going to play it?” Jean Reynolds: “Ycu don’t play a gondola; you throw' it over your shoulder like a shawl.” Jeanne W.: “Don’t you wish you were a bird, Harry, and could fly away up in the sky?” Harry W.: “Naw! I’d ruther be an elephant and squirt water through my nose.” Mr. Decker: “Rita Luce, what is a geyser?” Rita after a few minutes of deep thought: “A waterfall going up.” “I believe,” said the Englishman at the radio, “I have America. I hear a persistent chewing sound.” (We wonder if it could possibly have been Lorraine Ruggles?) PAGE 5 SPORTS Top Row -Frank Schramm, Jack Frost, Captain Robert Palen, Goyt Read. Fourth Row—Lavant Pickens, Gordon Nielson, Bob Blackmer, Herbert Lombard, Raynard Dillingham, Perry Slocum. Third Row—Coach Olendorf, Captain Daniel Gonder, Manager Donald Hart, Richard Rummer, Thomas Welch, Stanley Matulis, Joe Moravic, Don Wolf, Lawrence Lombard. Second Row—James Stover, David Fletcher, Lowell Tambling, Don Powers, Bill Rollins, Claude Stover, Marvin Lurie, John Gable, Lavern Lipps. Bottom Row—Russell Butler, Junior Rogers, Redmond Crosby, Garth Spitler, William Shoultz, Franklin Weirch, David Sayles, Charles Waslusky. Top Row—Robert Fox, Samuel Wynsk, Floyd Fox, Harley Dunn, Bill Hiddema, Harold Wilson, Edward Sanford, Max Morningstar, Emery Smith, Charles Harrison, Donald McClough, Burton Plumphoff, Robert Heer, Harold Yeargin, Robert Wieman, Wayne Spellman, Robert Fox. Bottom Row—Assistant Coach Greene, Ed Sanford, Bill Ames, Tom Blackaby, Ward Toner, Bud Ferris, Roger Mathews, Kenneth VanderVen, Ca 1 TenBrink, Olin Kelly, Frederick Lound, Jesse Beckman, Erwin Smith, Winston Lewis, Coach Tilitson. PAGE 6 COACH OLENDORF Coach Jasper Olendorf was born June 4. 1904, in Cooperstown, New York. He attended high school at Zeeland, Michigan. During his Freshman year there was no football in this high school. During his Sophomore year a team was organized. Mr. Olendorf served as captain for two games in his Junior year and was elected captain for his Senior year. He attended Western State Teachers’ College at Kalamazoo during the years '24 to ’28 and then came to Hart. During his years at college he won varsity letters in baseball, basketball, and football. He acted as captain in some of his college football games. During the years Mr. Olendorf has served as coach at Hart High School he has had three western Michigan championship teams and one tie. LITERATURE (Concluded from Page 3) With a song so gay For Thanksgiving Day. —Geraldine King, Grade 4. It was Thanksgiving Day, And I was on my way When I saw some pies. And I just strained my eyes To see them plain Through the window pane. At last I got down And fell to the ground With a happy thought Of what I was taught On a Happy Thanksgiving Day. —Charlotte Ann Fuller, Grade 6. Thanksgiving Day is coming soon. What kind cf a dinner should we have at noon? Should we have turkey, chicken, or pigs? Or go over to grandmother’s and have cake and figs? What shall we do for mother and dad? Whatever we do, they’ll be very glad. Then after we come home and mother has read. I'll pull off my clothes and go right to bed. —Marian Reed, Grade 6. HART LOSES 7-0 TO ITS OPPONENT, SHELBY Hart suffered a defeat when it clashed with Shelby in the last game of the season. The game opened with Gonder kicking off and Hart defending the south goal. Hart was unlucky with fumbles and uncompleted passes. Shelby recovered these, played the breaks, and outplayed Hart in the first quarter. Early in the second quarter Shelby recovered a fumble on Hart’s two-yard line and in two plays Toner went over for a touchdown. Ferris went around the end for the extra point. The Hart team held them during the rest of the first half. At the beginning of the second half Shelby kicked off and the playing took place in mid-field. Hart intercepted a pass and ended Shelby’s threat of a touchdown. Hart outplayed Shelby in this quarter and prevented them from scoring again. Hart started off the third quarter by throwing passes. Ferris intercepted one of these and it became Shelby’s ball. During the rest of the time the two teams kept the ball in mid-field fighting back and forth, neither being able to score. The game ended with Shelby on Hart’s 40-yard line, the score being 7 to 0. In spite of Hart’s defeat in this game every member of the team played exceptionally well. For nine Seniors this was their last game played for Hart High School. Although Hart was not successful this year in maintaining its former record, they fought hard but from the beginning of the season had been dogged with misfortune; one or two lucky breaks could have changed defeat to victory in many of the games. --------o-------- To a Freshman Girl I might praise your ruby lips. Say your cheeks were white as snow, Say your face would launch more ships Than Helen’s of long ago, I might sing your praise in rhyme, Yea, without a thought of self— But fair lady all the time I’d only kid myself. --------o------ — Viola R.: “What is the difference between a cat and a comma?” Corrine S.: “A cat has its claws after its paws and a comma’s a pause after a clause.” PAGE 7 A THANKSGIVING REUNION N old-fashioned Thanksgiving dinner?” said Ma Hubbell, doubtfully. “I don’t know. Do you think we’d better, pa?” “I ain’t sure’s we had or not,” candidly, ‘‘but it’s been on my mind consider’ble the last few weeks—an’ I guess mebbe I’d like it; we’d both like it. I’m now past seventy and we’ve been out here to Illinois twelve years now.” “I know, pa, but it—it never seemed like I could. An’ I knew you wouldn’t like it, either. We’ve never spoke of it together, but—but you remember the last time.” “Fifteen years ago,” trying to keep his own voice firm and steady. “Sometimes I’ve tried to think mebbe I was too ha’sh with Enos, an’ too hasty.” Ma Hubbell did not speak. Tears were trickling silently down her cheeks. “I tried to train Enos up to be a good farmer,” the old man continued. “He learned to be a good grower and seller. An’ then all to once he commenced runnin’ wild, and then he learned to play tricks so he could join a circus an see the world. Then he came home for that Thanksgiving Day, an’ we killed the biggest turkey, an’ after dinner I talked with him ’bout what we hoped and expected of him. An’—an’—laughed in my face, an’ used some pretty strong language. An’ that night he went otf an’ got so drunk we had to bring him home. The next day I told him to go, and not come back any more. Then we sold the farm an’ came our here. Mebbe I was too ha’sh with him, mebbe I was.” Under the long shed the hired man was preparing some of the fowls for market. The farmer looked at them all with unseeing eyes. At length he went back into the house. “I’m over seventy,” he repeated, “an’ you’re pretty close to me, nut. We can’t reasonably count for much longer. I could relish a real old-timy dinner once more. Enos is likely dead long ago. Circus folks don’t live long, they say. We—we can imagine him sittin’ at the table with us, jest a little boy. like he used to be.” Ma Hubbell’s lips quivered, but turned to him a calm face. “All right, pa,” she agreed. “I’ll start in at once. But you’ll have to buy me some cranb’ries in town, an’ some raisins an’ other things. I’ll set ’em down. An’ say, pa, if you should happen to see anybody on the road you’d specially like, you might ask ’em to dinner. ’Twould make it more sociable for you.” Pa Hubbell nodded and glanced through the window. “Get your list ready,” he said, “an’ I’ll go an’ be harnessin’ up. I want to go an’ get back ’fore the snow falls very deep. I guess there’s enough dressed for a load now, foi Bill an’ I picked forty turkeys an’ as many hens las night. This lot I think I’d better take down State street. An’ I’ll keep an eye open for anybody 1 think will make good Thanksgiving comp’ny.” It was full fifteen miles to the stores on State street. At length he stopped before one. “Fine, big show of everything except turkeys,” he thought, “an’ they seem sca’se. Guess mebbe the owner’ll be glad to buy mine.” He swung his team to the curb and went inside. JL’he store was well filled with customers, and he went forward to a radiator to warm his hands. The talk of the customers was coming to him from all sides, and he listened interestedly. “Why, you seem to know all about turkeys, sir.” he heard one woman say. “I ought to,” laughed a voice which made Pa Hubbell start and crane his neck. “1 was brought up on a farm. I wish I had one of the birds my old father used to—” A shaggy gray head, almost covered by a dowi drawn fur cap, suddenly loomed up behind the customer. “I’ve brought a flock of ’em, son,” Pa Hubbell announced grimly. “Just tell the lady to wait till I bring ’em in.” He started toward the door, but before he reached it a hand was on his shoulder. “Father!” a voice said huskily. “I—I didn’t know —I thought—I went back to the old place, and—is mother—” “We sold an’ moved out here,” briefly, “an’ your ma is alive an’ well. No, you needn’t say a word, son Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, an we don’t want any old sores opened. Your ma told me to bring out somebody to eat with us, an’ I’ll take you. Now help me with the turkeys, an’ then ask your boss to let you off till day after tomorrow, when I’ll bring you back.” The son laughed shakily, his hand slipping caressingly across the other’s shoulders. “I have no boss,” he said. “You don’t understand, father. I’m not dancing clogs now, nor drinking. I quit that more than ten years ago. I just couldn’t keep it up, remembering all you and mother had taught me. Then I tried half a dozen other things, and went broke on them all. At last I settled down to something I knew—something you had taught me— eggs, poultry, beef, mutton, farm produce, fruits, and the like, and I’ve made good.” Pa Hubbell’s mouth opened and shut, and a great light came into his eyes. But all he said was: “Ma’M be glad. Of course you’ll go, right off?” “Of course. I’ll speak to the chief clerk about a few matters, and then—. But I’m glad you have two strong horses, father, and a wagon large enough to hold the whole bunch.” “The what?” looking bewildered. “All of us. But I forgot. I suppose you don’t know there are seven of us—wife, children, and myself. The oldest boy is twelve, and named after you. Then there are girls of eleven and ten, and the younger boys. We live in the rooms over the store.” Pa Hubbell lost command of himself. “Five children—for Thanksgiving!” he shouted. “An’ one of 'em a boy twelve years old and named after me!” Then he whirled to the wagon. “Come, help me out with these quick!” he cried, “then take me right upstairs to see ’em. Five! My land! What will ma say?” In about two hours they were all ready and on their way to see Ma Hubbell. She was so overcome with joy that she wept tears. A son who was thought to have been dead was now found and he together with his wife and five children to participate in a real old-fashioned Thanksgiving dinner and a family reunion. It truly was a happy day for Ma and Pa Hubbell. PAGE 8 • • Your Flag and My Flag Your (lag and my flag, And how it floats today. In your land and my land, And half a world away; Rose red and blood red The stripes forever gleam; Snow white and soul white— The good forefather’s dream; Sky blue and true blue, With stars to gleam aright, The glorified guidon of the day, A shelter through the night. Your flag and my flag, To every star and stripe The drums beat as hearts beat. And fifers shrilly pipe! Your flag and my flag, A blessing in the sky; Your hope and my hope— It never hid a lie! Homeland and far land, And half the world around, Old Glory hears our grand salute And ripples to the sound! Your flag and my flag, And, oh, how much it holds— Your land and my land— Secure within its folds! Your heart and my heart Beat quicker at the sight; Sun kissed and wind tossed— Red and blue and white. The one flag, the great flag, The flag for me and you, Glorified all else beside— The Red and White and Blue. Robert Tate: “Mother, may I change my name today?” Mother: “Why on earth do ycu want to change your name?” Robert: “Because Dad said he’d whip me when he gets home—as sure as my name is Robert.” • Mother: “Well, Pauline, how do you like your new teacher?” Pauline G.: “Oh, he is all right, only first he says that two and two make four and then he changes his mind and tells us that three and one make four.” Inspector: “Do you think it healthy to keep your hogs in the house?” Peter S.: “Wall, I dunno,” he drawled, “but I been akeepin’ my hawgs there for 14 years and I ain’t never lost one of ’em yet.” Ross Purdy: “And poor Harry was killed by a revolving crane.” Doris Fletcher: “My word, what fierce birds you have in your neighborhood.” Arthur Olson: “May I accompany you across the street, madam?” Elderly lady: “Certainly, sonny, how long have you been waiting here fcr somebody to take you across?” Benjamins asked a smart seventh grader: “How many sets of teeth does a person have?” Oakley Wicks: “Three.” Benjamins: “Name them.” Oakley Wicks: “Temporary, permanent, and false.” GEMS FROM THE CLASSROOM: A grass widow is the wife of a vegetarian. The letter M. D. signifies, “mentally deficient.” Homer was not written by Homer but by another man of that name. The sun never sets on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West. An Indian reservation consists of a mile of land for every five square Indians. Nitre gen is not found in Ireland because it is not found in a free state. The plural of ox is oxygen. The wife of a duke is ducky. Perry S.: “Can you dig me up a girl for the next party?” Virginia L.: “Sure, but why not take a live one?” Thomas W.: “Do you know the difference between a taxi and a street car?” Marian P.: “No.” Thomas: “Great; then we’ll take a street car.” PAGE 9 . JUST LOOK DOWN HERE The Juniors entertained the high school November 1 by giving a Hallowe’en party. It was a great success and everyone enjoyed themselves. The auditorium was decorated with cornstalks and pumpkins. There were games and dancing to King’s orchestra. A floor show of tap dancing by grade students and singing by Miss Stout, and a piano duet by Rita Luse and Maurice Reed during intermission. Cider and dough-nuts were served. This was the first party of the year and a very successful one. The Junior High School is having a smock party Friday, November 8. Toughest Egg—Richard Rummer. Biggest Pest—Carl Hill. Best Sport—Mary Jean Dayharsh. Brainiest Lad—Jimmy Harris. Gossip—Muggs Winget. Smallest in 40 Counties—Marshall Jones and Lorraine Ruggles. Tall Guy—Pete Shimpkus. Man-Shy—Hilda Conklin. Musician—Maurice Nicholes. Giggle Box—Gladys Shinn. Flirt—Edna Mae Winget. Shiek—Scott Hyslop. Comedian—Bill Bunch. Age of Innocence—Amy Colson. Flapper—Alice Lorenze. Girl-Shy—Felix Andrulis. Biggest Bluff—Gonder. ♦ WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF— Miss McCall couldn’t take her four-mile hikes? Beulah Rummer lost her voice? Maurice Reed lost Margaretta? The six outrageous sapheads (N. D., A. W., A. J. W., L. F., N. C., and M. M.) were separated? Miss Reucsh forgot to wise crack? Gonder left politics alone? Agnus Varenhorst weighed two hundred pounds? Mr. Cowles hadn’t had the $10 to pay his fine? Scott Hyslop forgot his gum? Lillian Vantassel forgot her make-up? Clara Baker couldn’t dance? Evelyn Erwin didn’t have red hair? Ilene Hydenburk couldn’t go to see Stella Bray who stays at Steven’s? Jack were Snow instead of Frost? Carl a Valley instead of a Hill? Virginia a Cook instead of a Butler? Nancy a Coal-bin instead of a Cor-bin? Muriel a Crow instead of a Martin? Evelyn a South instead of a North? Stover a Blossom instead of a Bud? Glanard a Footland instead of a Hedland? Oliver a Gootstone instead of an Eyestone? Lavern a Nose instead of Lipps? Gladys a Leg instead of a Shinn? IMAGINE— Laverl a Bomb instead of a Beebe. Jack a Pepper instead of Salt (er). Robert a Jumper instead of a Walker. Maurice a Grass instead of a Reed. Stella a Hee-Haw instead of a Bray. Edith a Sparrow instead of a Robin (s). Laverl a Map instead of a Graff. John a Post instead of a Gable. Florence a Dark instead ot a Leight. Clara a Butcher instead of a Baker. Vivian a Cobbler instead of a Miller. Wallace a June instead of a May. Maurice were Dimes instead cf Nicholas. Dear Editor: We would like to know what we should do. A certain alumni, Franklin D., comes up to school afternoons and has succeeded in winning a number of our hearts; but realizing we can’t all have him, we ask your advice. The Freshman Girls. Girls: Don’t pay any attention to this person. His chief hobby, every year, is to make a hit with the Freshmen. He really means nothing by it and is so much in the habit of doing this, he is unable to quit. Sincerely, The Editor. Dear Editor: Can you tell us how to write long, interesting letters? The Senior Girls. Girls: As I also find it difficult to write letters, I refer you to Marjorie Grate. She is able to write eight pages or more. As for what she says, it’s up to you to find out. Sincerely, The Editoi. Mr. Grate: “What is your favorite hymn, daughter?’’ Elaine G.: “The one you chased out of the yard last night.” Muriel Martin: “What would you do if you saw a woman being washed out to sea?” Jack Corbin: “I’d throw her a bar of soap.” Mary Jean: “I suppose your father will be unstrung when he hears about your ex-boyfriend?” Marjcrie G.: “Oh, no, I wired him last night.” Sure Thing—Something is suro to happen when the train of thought becomes derailed on a one-track mind. Revised Definition — Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else have your way. The Nerviest Guy of the Month was the hobo who inquired of the Traveler’s Aid representative where he might find the freight yards. Terpsichorean—If you wish to become proficient and graceful in the modern dancing steps it is very helpful you’ve had experience as a pin-setter in a bowling alley. “Thank You, Mam!” “So There!” (yoo'f?e not sue A F0OU AS V VOU LOOK (NoTthat (wueee we Dlff6fc, J Revised Definitions—Stenographer: A person who writes what she thinks the bosjT ho'ild have said. Fishing: A sport devised to im- prove the imagination. Music: The least objectional of noises. Parking space: The spot where the other fellow left his car. What’s Wrong Here? Nor Arrefc A COUPLZ of mealsJ The Great Outdoors—“Have you ever been surrounded by wolves?” asked the enquiring reporter. “No,” replied the old-timer, “but I know the sensation. I used to open the doors at a summer boarding house.” ♦ No, No, r. udie—Cereals are not the continued stories in the magazines. A man who makes an ashtray out of the parlor rug is not necessarily a magician. It Does Take Time—Men live fifteen years longer than they did a generation ago in order to pay for their automobiles. True Confessions—“Dearest Anna-belle,” wrote Oswald wrho was hopelessly in love. “I could swim the mighty ocean for one glance from your dear eyes. I would walk through a wall of flame for one touch cf your little hands. I would leap the widest stream for a word from your lovely lips. As always, your Oswald. P. S.—I’ll be over Saturday night if it doesn’t rain. “Very Thoughtful, Kind Sir” 3see voove pot) J Vgs, AU- THE f EST ( THAT SAVES ) you HUNTING FOR 'EM . ,T) . AWES ON .J K Tc? - J Fairy Story—Once upon .a time there was a wife who believed that it was the parrot who taught her husband to swear. ♦ This Business Era—The shop assistant in the act of proposing: “Re- member, this is the last day of this astounding sale.” PAGE 11 Sure Thing—The man who says there is no such thing as silence has never asked a bank manager for a loan. • Toonervillc—“Is this train ever on time?” growled the passenger. “We never worry about it being on time,” said the porter. “We’re satisfied if it’fl on the track.” ♦ Educational ♦ • Confidential “Is it possible to confide a secret in you, Jim?” “Certainly, Bill. I will be as silent as the grave.” “Well, then, I have pressing needs for two bucks.” “Worry not, my friend. It is as if I had heard nothing.” Truthful Boy Cicero the Cynic Say : “Marriage is the art of quarreling cheerfully. The trouble with love at first sight is second sight.” It’ a Pretty Big Shop when it takes about two weeks fer a good joke to get from the superintendent back to the superintendent. THANKSGIVING ANTICIPATION There is no national celebration more beloved than Thanksgiving, which in November brings its festal turkey and pumpkin to cheer our somewhat chilly bodies. That’s one good thing which can be said for November, otherwise not a very popular month. No warmth, no cheerfulness, No healthful ease; No comfortable feel in any member, No birds, no flowers, No butterflies, no bees— November. Can this have been written by a citizen of our turkey-loving United States? We don’t know, but the dreary lines have somehow a true ring to them. Spring is still far behind, for winter has not yet come. We are irked by the changed routine of our daily lives which has been brought about as short, cold days succeeded long, lovely summer evenings. Thanksgiving is a beautiful custom and leads many a discontented person to realize that their lot is not after all so hard as they are prone to think. When we seriously take account of our blessings we are amazed to find how many and how rich they are. This is the day to inhale the perfume of life’s roses while ignoring the ever-present thorns. It’s tiresome to cook an endless procession of meals, to be sure, but how much more tiresome it would be if there were no meals to cook. The children, with their incessant calls on one’s time, are wearing, no doubt, but who would give them up in exchange for ease and leisure? The most blessed people are those who have the well-spring of love and joy in their own hearts. PAGE 12 THE HARTIAN Hart High School 10c Per Copy Hart, Michigan SPYING ON SANTA Bij Add C. Qoodrich In US oo� uin cWTurur Z'LL tell 'bout the queerest thinq That happened to me Christmas Eve When all us bids were snug in bed Ah sound asleop—l made believe. When all the house was still as mice I crop downstairs beside the qrale. An spread a blanket on the floor So’s I cud beep awake and wait To belch old Santa when he'd come Down the chim-mi-ny close by me. Oh gee. but I was qotlih scared An shivery ah trem-bi-lyl 1 heard a rustlin' several times An' almost wish! I'd stayed in bed— Suppose I just imagined that Some one urns walkin' overhead. Ah once I was so sure I saw Him peekin' through the dcor at me— Of course. I know he didn't. thouqh, 'Cause he'd como down the chim-mi-ny. I waited till the clock struck ten. Then thought of what my mother said: That Santa never would come in Till all us children were in bod So then I hep just awful still. Ah snuggled close up to the fire. Ah—then I heard my mother's voice: “Why. Alexander Rufus Fryer. Uou naughty, nauqhly little boy (I saw her face was quite severe. 1 knew that she was angry, too.] Whc :scr ere you doing here?“ “Morn Christmas. yelled the rest. Ah then I saw 'twas broad dayliqht. “I wanted to ketch Santa Claus. But didn't mean to stay all night Dad said, with such a curious look. “If you'd caught Santa Claus, my boy. Ho d gone back up the chim-mi-ny An' never left a single toy “ I fell a little sore and stiff. Du not as cold as id oj thouqhl. For oi er me. with Dad's name on. K. Was an auto robe that Santa brought ■ Ah all our stockings were cram full. With heaps of presents everywhere Oh gee. I just can't understand How Santa ever got 'em there1 1=3 fir “GREAT LIVING” Life is not easy to understand. In some moods it seems a jumble of letters, and we cannot spell out a clear sentence. It is very quick— at least, it soon becomes very quick. It begins as a lake in the hills, but soon its waters are a hurrying stream. And the things most worth having are never thrust into our hands. As Mr. J. L. Paton says, life is like an oriental shopkeeper. He displays his goods, sits at the back of his shop, and you may safely reckon that he keeps his best goods hidden; they have to be asked for. Most of us make a muddle of life, not because we are evil, but because we are ignorant. We do not know the goods which last. --------o-------- Complete success often alienates a man from his fellows, but suffering makes kinsmen of us all. ?3 M 1 THE HARTIAN g Ic c o s c c HART, MICHIGAN, DECEMBER 18, 1935 Editor..................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor.............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager .. Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary .......................... Mildred Lurie Photography ...............................Larraine Halladay Society .................................Marguerite Winget Humor........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics.............................Elaine Grate Typist ............................Marjorie Reed November 8—Shelby beat Hart 7-0. Some of the - Seniors thought it was a legal holiday and forgot to attend Ole’s class. November 11—“Mugs” Winget couldn’t imagine where the fire was when the fire trucks went through town at 11 o’clock. November 12—The big commotion nowadays is “Mr. Cowles and the Apple Show.” Beulah Rummer again had her private desk in front of the study hall. November 13—It really is an astonishing fact, but Gonder was insulted when he wasn’t allowed to attend the play practices of the Speech class because he made too much noise. November 14—Wilbur Hydenbirke “gets a great kick” out of wearing Jean Davidson’s hair band. He does look the picture of a shy school girl when wearing it, though. November 15—Ole thought there was a catch in the idea when he allowed four students to go to Shelby to sell Hartians. They were all late for his class! November 18—Be careful, students! Ole’s on the warpath. He’s going to reform the students of H. H. S. All of those who “act up” are being kept after school. He even bought a pad to make his list of names. Among those for today are Alice Winget and Bud Stover?? Herbie L. and Rita Luse???? November 19—Dick Rummer and Mugs Winget had their daily fight in third period, and just as Mugs was about to knock Dick out in the third round, Dalman stopped the fight. November 20—Coach Olendorf gave the football team its annual banquet at his home. November 21—The Senior blonde, P laine Grate, was feeling badly because she couldn’t go to the Matinee dance. Of course, the ever-obliging Daniel Gonder thought maybe it was because of financial matters, so he attempted to help her by asking Victor Fletcher to take her. November 22—The Junior class gave a matinee dance. Miss Reusch entertained her Eng. Lit. class that night by giving them a party. The students dressed as characters in books. Among them were the four little women: Bette Welsh, Mildred Lurie, Mary Jean Dayharsh and Elaine Grate. November 25—Franklin Demmon and Reed Harris can’t resist coming back to dear old H. H. S. Maybe it’s the high school parties that attract Reed instead of the desire to study, and maybe it’s the Freshman girls that attract Franklin. November 26—Among the sleeping beauties who were late for the 8:25 Government class were Bill Bunch and Flossie O. November 27—The Junior High School was in its full glory when Mr. Benjamins took charge of the study hall third period. All of the eighth graders flocked around the desk, asking one question after another. It may be grand to be popular, but maybe Mr. Benjamins didn’t think so. December 2—All the Seniors are bringing the proofs for their pictures to school to show each other how handsome or pretty they are. December 3—Jeanne Watkins likes to call out of the typing room window to Bill Grate when he goes home for lunch. o — Jean Reynolds: “Here’s a photograph I had taken when I was a baby, and I want you to make one for me as I am now.” Mr. Bidell: “But don’t you want your picture taken?” Jean: “No, I thought you could make an enlargement from this.” Little Milton Pugsley came home from church school with a mite box. “Why do they call it a mite box, mother?” asked Milton. “Because,” chirped in Dorothy, “you might put something in it and you might not.” --------o-------- Gladys Shinn has two new hairbands. Tsh, tsh, Gladys, you could really make one do. PAGE 3 The Happiest Christmas of All HRISTMAS! Christmas!” sang Bess and Bob, who were going: to spend that day at grandfather’s farm. They had never been there in the winter time and now they were really going. They began very early to buy their presents and to make them, for no one must be forgotten, not even Hiram, the hired man. “We are going to take everything with us except the tree and the turkey,” said Bob. “Hm, hm,” murmured Bessie. She was thinking so hard about everything that she could hardly take time to answer. “So let’s make some of those paper chains and such things for the tree,” went on Bob. “I have silver paper saved from tea wrappings, and you said you had some gold paper and maybe, red too.” How they worked, but it did seem as if Christmas Day would never come, or rather the day before, when they were to start for the farm. But the day came, as it always does, and everything was packed in the car. Everyone was a little squeezed, but no one minded that. What a trip through the keen air. “Christmas,” sang the wheels. And “Christmas! Christmas!” sang Bess and Bob together on the back seat. It was nearly dark and in a few hours they would be there. But just then daddy had to stop for some reason. Soon he said, “I am afraid you will have to stay at that house over there until I can get help” Bess and Bob and mother walked to the farmhouse door and knocked. When it opened, three children tumbled out, about the age of Bess and Bob. They cried, “Hello!” very cheerfully. “Hello!” answered Bess and Bob, who did not feel cheerful. Their mother told ef their car trouble, and they were invited in. And do you know, they had to stay at the farmhouse all night! And in the morning in the morning the snow had fallen so deep that no car could travel. Bess and Bob were almost in tears. What a disappointment for them! .(ihriot as 1E KCE' J TS a long, weary road, filled with joy and with sorrow, The road between Yesterday and Tomotrow-And the high-lights that shine through the mists of the past With a gleam that will glow while my mcm'ry shall last Arc the wraiths of the Christmases strong through the years. That are called to the heart through smiles mingled with tears. There's the great oaken hall at my grandfather’s manse. With its broad flaming fireplace where flame fairies dance; There’s the mislctoc hung near the great carven door, And twinkling feet flash o’er the smooth gleaming floor; There’s the long oaken table, so lavishly spread. With grandsire enthroned at his place at the head. And the rays of the soft mellow candle-light, shine On each loved, loving face as 1 glance down the line. And they come to me now as they were on that day, And I reck not of years that have faded away. As they wctc to me then, they are still in my heart, For Time and his scythe in this scene have no part It is deep in the cloisters where memories dwell That the heart has its talcs of affection to tell; And though Christmas comes now just as it did then, It is not the same day that it was to me when I could stand as a child at my grandfather’s knee Andjgarc at the blare onjhc great Christmas nee. - The children at the farmhouse did not seem to know it was Christmas Day. “It isn’t any use,” said the biggest girl, “We haven’! any money to celebrate.” “But you love Christmas, don’t you?” asked Bess. “We read about it sometimes,” said the girl, “but we don’t keep it.” “But you have lots of Christmas trees,” added Bob, looking out of the window at the pine trees. When Bess and Bob told their father, they talked things over. Then their father talked to Farmer Jones. “We’ll cut down a tree and you children get the things out of the car and trim it,” said their father, “We’L make Christmas here for these folks today.” Every one in chat house helped. There was a big turkey roasted, and apple pies made. Bess and Bob brought in their cakes and candy besides the tree trimmings. “Why, we did not know a Christmas tree was like this,” said the little friends. “We are going to make trimmings next year, too, for we can go right out in the woods and get lovely trees.” When they went to bed that night, Bess and Bob told their mother as she tucked them in after they had said their prayers, that it had been the very happiest Christmas Day they had ever had. Mother smiled. “That is the shining Christmas spirit,” she exclaimed. “You are happier because you made others happy. You will find that to be true when you are grown up, just as you have today.” “Let’s do that every Christmas,” the children cried. “Now that we know the Jones children and can send them things, it’ll be fun.” Then the next day when they reached grandfather’s farm they had another Christmas all over again. “I’ve got dolls enough to send Dora one, too,” said Bess. “And I’ll send Louise and Jim each one of my new books.” How happy they were, because they had caught the Christmas spirit. PAGE 4 FRESHMAN CLASS First row—Margie Ruggles, Lewis Fiske, Gale Berger, Lewis Ruggles, Wilber Heydenbirke, LaVern Hipley, Jane Davidson, Maxine Blackmer, Doris Shafer. Second row—James Stover, Margaret Nicholes, Lodema Corlis, Muriel Martin, Betty Heyward, Lucille Frost, Ann Marilyn Witzke, Mamie Lorenz, Walter Claeys, Peter Baker, Lyle McDonald, Russel Butler. . xyS Third row—Rex Snider, Harvey Cleveland, EvelynLathrop, Beth Long, Geraldine Walker, Nina Mack-son, Nancyt-Corbin, Rollo Royle, Raymond -Crosby, John Johnson, Fred Sehaner, Gunnar Hedland. Fourth row Mary Dinter, Margaret Cargill, Franklin yierch, Eunice Misner, Evelyn North, Esther Zuhl, Victoria Hale, Albena Karneckas, Rosalyn Machsom, Grant Coleson, Ted Nielson, Redmond Crosby. . Fifth row—Marie Cox, Caroll McClouth, Rose Kraus, Frances Wycoff, Barbara Lattin, Lavem Lapps, Ellis May, Arthur Olson, David J36yles, Charlesv Landon. ' Sixth row—Margaret Mitteer, Althea Shoultz, Jean i Lambrix, Betty Padecky, Jeane Hopper, Oliver Eyestone, Richard.. Stoneman, Charles rtVaslusky, Max Rossiter, Joe Moravic, Robert Tripp. Seventh row—Frances Bolavitch. Hilda Shafer, Virg nia Bruckman, Helen Parker, Phyllis Lynn, Mr. Cowles, Irwin Sutherland, Edward Parker, Stanley Matulis, James Hill, Max McClouth. FRESHMAN ADVISOR Mr. Cowles attended Maple Rapids High School, where he graduated in 1922. He then entered Michigan State College and finished with a B. S. degree in the class of 1926. He came to Hart in the fall of the same year. He has been the Freshman advisor during the past six years. As head of the Hart Agricultural Department, he has been responsible for several state high school championship apple judging teams and grain judging teams. He has made the Hart High School Agricultural Department the finest of its kind in the s ate. MR. COWLES What is the vice president’s salary? The vice president of the United States receives a salary of $15,000 a year. Why were the natives of America called Indians? The aborigines of America were called Indians or Indios by Columbus because he thought by sailing west he had reached India. Q. Why is Illinois called the “Sucker State.” A. Because in the early days the miners returned from “up-river” at the season when the sucker migrated. The term was first used about 1833. • • • Why does the mercury rise on a clear day and fall on a cloudy day? The atmospheric pressure is greater on a clear day. Moisture is lighter than the air and decreases the atmospheric pressure. What does Hallelujah mean? “Hallelujah,” or “Halleluiah” as it is sometimes spelled, literally means “Praise ye Ja,” “Jah” being a variation of the Hebrew word “Jehovah.” A song or exclamation of gratitude or praise to God is called a hallelujah. How is Shelley’s middle name pronounced? The middle name of Percy Bysshe Shelly, the famous English poet, is correctly pronounced “bish.” It is an old English family name. One of the most noted members of the family was Sir Edward Bysshe, who died in 1679. • • Q. What was “The Kitchen Cabinet”? A. The nickname was given to a small coterie of five intimate friends of President Jackson, who were thought to influence him more than the members of his official cabinet. They were Duff Green, the editor of the United States Telegraph; Francis P. Blair, the editor of the Washington Globe, and William B. Lewis, Isaac Hill and Amos Kendall, who occupied minor positions in the Treasury Department. They were especially powerful in directing the President’s attack against the United States Bank. Who was Betty Zane ? Elizabeth or Betty Zane was a young girl living at Wheeling in what is now West Virginia when that place was attacked by Simon Girty and 500 Indians in 1777. The girl volunteered to go out from the stockade in which the settlers had taken refuge and bring in a keg of powder known to be in one of the houses at some distance. She performed the feat under Indian fire but escaped unharmed. She was related to Ebenezer Zane, one of the founders of Zanesville, Ohio, and an ancestor of Zane Grey, the popular novelist. Instructor (to Mary Jean D., learning to drive): “Now, when you want to stop, you must put on the brake.” Mary Jean : “Oh! Why, I thought the brake came with the car.” Arthur Harris: “Was your barn burned during the cyclone?” Goyt Reed: “I dunno. I ain’t found it yet.” Mrs. Corbin: “Hm! Funny pudding, this!” Nancy: “Yes, that’s as far as I got with the recipe when the radio broke down.” You remember when you cured my rheumatism a couple of years ago, Doc?” asked Perry Slocum, “and you told me that I should avoid dampness?” “Yes, that’s right,” replied the doctor. “Well, I’ve come to ask you if I can take a bath.” � Frank Demmon: “Shall we waltz?” Clara Baker: “It’s all the same to me.” Franklin: “Yes, I’ve noticed that.” Mr. Olendorf: “Give me a ticket to Springfield.” Clerk: “Which one? Ohio, Illinois, Massachusetts, Missouri or Kentucky?” Mr. Olendorf: “Which is the cheapest?” Mr. Cowles: “Yep, I hed a beard like yours once, and when I realized how it made me look, I cut it off, b’gosh.” Mr. Decker: “Wal—I hed a face like yours once, and when I realized thet I couldn't cut it off, I grew this beard, by heck.” Laurence L.: “So you’ve quit smoking because of your doctor’s orders?” Bob B.: “Yes, he says the cigarettes on the sidewalks all have germs on them.” Marguerite Winget (in antique shop): “And here, I suppose, is another of the horrible portraits you call ‘art’.” “Excuse me, madam,” said the shopkeeper quietly, “but that’s a mirror.” � Stranger: “Tell me, have any big men been born in this city?” Jack Corbin: “Nope, only babies.” � ’ Little Jane Davidson found a button in her salad. She remarked, “I suppose it fell off while the salad was dressing.” PAGE 6 LITERARY COLUMN The following satires were written by the Spectator Club of the English Literature Class. There were many other notable themes written by this club, but, alas, our space is limited. If you desire to know who wrote the various Spectator papers published here, ask Ye Editor of this column: MANNERS IN THE HALL I should like to say a few words about manners in the hall. Of course I realize that there is little need of doing so, for we are intelligent people and profess to know a great deal. But for the sake of spending a few minutes, I will jot down a few everyday occurrences, showing what charming manners most of our students have. As an illustration, I am going to take Joe, who is a very likeable chap, whom all of the boys envy and try to imitate. He has a little system all of his own when he thinks he is going to be late for arithmetic class, which is downstairs. He has discovered that it saves one-half the time by merely sliding down the banister, pushing all those in front of him out of the way, and rushing into the classroom. If this saves time, why not advocate it for others? Joe has been blessed with a very strong and loud voice by which he can save time by yelling across the hall for any information he wants. He has prided himself on being the first out of the building every noon. “Any way goes—push ’em, knock ’em” is his motto. They say that he was formerly of a school which had a fire on the average of one a month. Well, I have told you only a few facts about Joe, but I think that you can see my point and agree with me that our students conduct themselves admirably and have charming manners. MANNERS AT HIGH SCHOOL DANCES Dances are so enjoyed by practically all that I think it would be well to mention the excellent manners displayed at that time. First of all, in order to have a dance there must be an orchestra. If it arrives late it is made the object of many oft-quoted remarks, being very appropriate, never realizing the timepieces might be different or that they had a flat tire. Most people like to have their favorite pieces played so they are constantly asking for a tango at the same time another asks for a waltz. Sometimes the orchestra fills both requests. Upon their arrival, the girls and boys go to their respective corners so as to make it more convenient for all concerned to look the bunch over. Upon decision the boys suddenly think they are at a square dance and advance in an even row towards the girls. Then in their best manners they say, “How about boxing this round with me?” If his opponent wins and starts another round with someone else, he, seeing two girls dancing together, with an “enie, menie, minie, mo, up to Mary he did go,” leaves Gracie stranded in the middle of the floor. The participants in the match have all very obligingly eaten no supper so as not to slight the refresh- BOYS’ BASKETBALL. Hart has prospects of a good basketball team this season. Our new coach, Laurence Decker, has been working with the boys for quite a while. Coach Decker has been coaching for three years: two years at Bridgman and one year at Fennville. Out of these three years he has had two championship teams. With these facts in mind, the Hart basketball boys are working hard to develop a winning team. We have four veterans from last year: Palen, Lombard, Slocum and Reed. There are also a number of reserves who will undoubtedly make the team this year. These are Berger, Blackmer, R. Tate, M Tate, Purdy and Welsh. Hart’s schedule is as follows : December 6—Scottville .. December 13—Whitehall Dec. 20—Ludington .... January 7—Montague .... January 10—Fremont .... January 14—Shelby .... January 17 ........... January 21 ........... January 24—Montague .. January 31—Whitehall .. February 4—Custer .... February 11—Pentwater February 14—Shelby ... February 21—Fremont .. ...........There ............Here ....There ............Here ............Here ....There ..Scottville—Here Pentwater—Here ...........There ...........There ............Here ...........There ............Here ...........There ments, and when the committee finally gets around, they are nearly frantic with hunger and mumble a “thank you” in between mouthfuls. When the gong rings and the dance is over they declare up and down that their watches are not slow and that the danced stopped too early. With that they leave the building grumbling, but are cheered up by the girls, who are perhaps glad it’s over with, as I suspect the boys also feel. IN STUDY HALL THIRD PERIOD In study hall third period the seventh grade girls practice Communism while doing their arithmetic assigned to Mr. Benjamins. Each one helps the other in securing an A ?n that very difficult subject. In the back seats of the first four rows the dear little frosh males entertain their lady friends by making odd noises in the intricate way of snapping their rulers against their desks. The lazy Seniors, who ought to behave themselves after six years (or more) of attending study hall and who ought to set an example for the verdant underclassmen, amuse themselves by attacking their more studious colleagues with paper wads, shot at intervals of one every two minutes. The two-minute intervals are used up in looking innocent when the person in charge of the study hall toddles around to see who or what is causing the untimely disturbance. A great urge to speak with one’s most intimate friend comes upon all of the students, and, one right after (Concluded on Page 9) PAGE 7 THE CROSS ON THE MOON The village was set high on a tiny thread of a road winding across the face of a great ledge. The houses looked like so many leeches clinging desperately to safety. Far below ran the great tides of the Bay of Fundy. A fishing hamlet, full of men who went to sea and left their families behind them for days, weeks and sometimes half of the year. At Christmas time many of the men were home. They tried to be, for the sake of the children. But on Christmas eve Silas Bent bowed his great shaggy head under the low door of the post office and declared to the several men who were standing about in groups that he must go out to gather in his nets. “Hate to do it,” he mumbled in his slow, easy voice; “my wife wanted me to stay home and help trim the tree and do up presents for the kids. I promised her I would, too. But I can see a storm brewin’, and I thought Fd better take a run out and save my bait. It's all fresh, and 1 don’t hanker about losin’ it.” “I’ll go with ye,” offered a gruff voice from the shadows. “I don’t mind goin’ out just because it’s Christmas eve.” There was something scoffing in the one—a note of amused bitterness. “All this Christmas fuss and fury don’t mean nuthin’ to me. Just a lot of danged nonsense, I call it.” There was a moment of surprised silence. Several faces, yellow in the glare of the kerosene lamp, thrust forward out of the smoky darkness. “What ails ye, Bill?” asked a man, leaning on the counter. “Ain’t ye kinda glad to be ashore Christmas time with your folks?” “The folks is all right,” grumbled the voice, “but I'm blasted if I see any use turning the town topsy-turvy over a bit of tinsel, a tin horn and an evergreen tree dragged out of the woods where it belongs.” Silas Bent allowed this argument to pass. I’ll be glad of your help. Bill,” he said, quietly. “I’m goin’ down to the wharf now to push off. We’ll be back in a couple of hours.” “Want any one else?” volunteered another voice. “I don’t mind goin’ out, and ye might git back sooner if ye had more help.” A True Christmas Story By Patience Eden “Thanks,” said Silas. “I’d be obliged if you would.” The three men left the post office and went with few words down the steep path to the wharf. There they climbed into a motor boat and pushed off. Soon they were running steadily out into the bay. It was a dark night with flying clouds. The w'ater was smooth save for a heavy swell. Now and then a star gleamed through the ragged edge of a cloud, and then was instantly lost. The dreary voice of the automatic buoy floated across the bay—rising and falling in a long, penetrating moan. The motor boat was but a speck on that vast, moving expanse of water. The men talked among themselves. Bits of holiday preparation at home; mention of mince pies ranged in rows on the pantry shelves, a trip to the nearest town to buy toys for the children. Their voices betrayed an almost childish interest, poorly concealed by a casual manner. “All rot,” said Bill. “Just a time for store keepers to make more money, and for women folk to git all tired out and cross tryin’ to do housework and make presents, too. Wish there wa’nt no Christmas!” “Why, Bill,” remonstrated Silas. “Don’t ye be talkin’ that way. It ain’t quite right, seems though. Christmas is more than a tree and presents. I kinda like . . .” he hesitated shyly, “I kinda like to think of that first Christmas eve and the shepherds, and the sheep. Must have been wonderful to look up and see that star.” Bill grunted. “I don’t believe it,” he said deliberately. “I think it’s a put-up job by the ministers to fool the people.” “See here, Bill,” asked Silas anxiously, “aren’t ye feelin’ well? You don’t talk natural.” “I’m well enough,” returned the man, “but I’m sick of the whole fussin’, an’ I—” he paused and shaded his eyes with his hands. “Look!” he said sharply. “Do you see what I do?” His finger pointed up at the moon, now suddenly revealed. The other men followed his command. The clouds had parted as if torn with a giant wrench. Between them the moon shone, serene, untroubled; and beyond the full curve of its circumference there protruded the four silver ends of a cross. It was plain for all to see. The light streamed forth from that shining emblem as if it were being poured out of heaven itself. The clouds remained parted. The cross gained in distinctness and fiery intensity. The men watched spell-bound and could say no word. “It is God’s signal for the right course,” whispered Silas and did not know that he had spoken. Bill had bowed his head on his hands. “I can’t stand it!” he whispered. Back on shore the fishermen cautiously asked several people if they had seen anything queer about the moon that night, but no one had noticed. Yet every one in town remarked on the humbleness of Bill, how he worked to help with the Christmas tree in Sunday school and what a strange look came into his face when he was questioned about his sudden devotion to holiday Good Will. But the three men never told what they saw that night out on the water. It stayed a secret and sacred bond among them. -----------o----------— “Silent Night, Holy Night” “Silent Night, Holy Night,” is said to have originated in a little Bavarian village some time during the eighteenth century. This is among the most loved songs of Christmas time. -----------o----------— A children's hospital of the University of Iowa not only permits its young patients to use sling shots but encourages target practice. PAGE 8 JOKES Father: “It is a great deal harder to spend money with good judgment than it is to make it.” Tom W.: “Then, dad, let me take half the burden off your shoulders. You make it and I'll spend it.” Miss Green: “Marjorie K., how many times have you whispered today?” Marjorie: “Onct.” Miss Green: “Mona M., what should she have said?” Mona (eagerly): “Twict.” Guide (on a London sightseeing bus): “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now passin’ one o’ the oldest public ’ouses in the country.” Donald P.: “Wot for?” Ann Wietzke: “I write a poem in ten minutes and think nothing of it.” Lucille F.: “Probably everyone else thinks the same.” Elma Shull: “May I go to a wedding, father.” Father: “Must you go?” Elma: “I suppose so. I’m the bride.” Ross P.: “Mr. Dalman says he was listening to his radio and suddenly it faded into the distance.” Ivan R.: “He knows how to fix that, doesn’t he?” Ross: “No, how?” Ivan: “Tell him to pay his installments and get it back.” Dick R.: “I hear Scott had an accident.” Roy Erwin: “Yes, someone gave him a pet alligator, and told him it would eat off his hand.” Dick: “Well?” Roy: “It did.” Dick S.: “They say only a thin partition separates genius from insanity.” Carl S.: “Well, I always said that guy next door was goofy.” Eloise M.: “Let’s play some tennis.” Bette W.: “Can’t. The net’s broken.” Eloise: “Fine. The net’s always in the way.” WORD STUDY WORDS OFTEN MISUSED Don’t say “every student must work their own problems.” Say “his own.” Don’t say “she is nowhere near as talented as she claims to be.” Say “not nearly.” Don’t say “tomorrow is Friday.” “Tomorrow expresses future. Say “will be Friday.” “Family” is both singular and plural, according to use. “My family is going.” “My family are all going.” Don’t say “I expect that they were there.” Say “suppose.” Don’t say “hold it before it falls down.” Omit “down.” WORDS OFTEN MISPRONOUNCED Metropolitan. Pronounce the first syllable “met,” not “meet,” accent after the 1. Irreparable; accent after the p, not after the last r. as in “no,” a as in “say,” accent last syllable, as in “no, a as in say,” accent last syllable. Mausoleum. Pronounce the au as in “haul,” e as ’ n “he.” accent after the e. WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED Eulogize; ze preferred to se. Contralize; ize preferred to ise. Adieu, note the ieu. Rinse; not ze. Adjacent; c not s. Pageant; note the ea. SYNONYMS Warning, admonition, premonition, prediction, caution. Conquer, defeat, subdue, overcome, master, vanquish, subjugate. Poverty, indigence, destitution, want, lack, pauperism, privation. Haste, hurry, velocity, rush, acce ration, celerity, rapidity, swiftness. Definition, meaning, answer, explanation, interpretation, solution. Surprise startle, bewilder, amaze, electrify, astound, astonish. Arthur Olson (seeing a rainbow for the first time): “What’s it supposed to advertise, dad?” IN STUDY HALL THIRD PERIOD (Concluded from Page 7) the other, they march up to the desk and ask for permission to speak. It is granted for a period of three minutes, which often turns out to be one-half hour. An ideal study hall is one that would be partitioned off into glass booths as large as, or a trifle larger than, a telephone booth. Each booth would have a desk, chair and skylight window. The booths would be soundproof. They would be lined up about two feet apart in a triangular shape with the main desk at the right angle. This study hall system would be very beneficial to the nerves and general health of the person in charge of the study hall, and they would spend a peaceful 45 minutes, undisturbed by plaintive pleadings. LEARN MORE WORDS INTERPOSE; to place between, or in the midst of. “A cloud seemed to interpose between him and his companions.” SCANDALOUS; giving offense to the conscious or moral sense. “He was telling scandalous tales of his youth.” POIGNANTLY; very painfully or distressingly. “She was poignantly conscious of impending trouble.” EXALT; to elevate in rank, station, or dignity. “He dreamed of filling a more exalted post.” FRAILTY; the state of being frail, or easily tempted; a moral infirmity. “May we always look upon the frailties of others with the same eyes we look upon our own.” CONTRADICTORY; contrary, inconsistent. “He jy s capable of the most contradiotorv actions.” PAGE 9 Arthur Olson is as changeable as the wind—he leaves Evelyn L. in the dust and pays attention to his new whirl, Stella Bray. Fernetta Calvin was very disappointed to find Everett Hydenbirke occupying her place beside Herbie Lombard when she went to speak to him. Be careful, Marion! The Sophomores are all afraid of being on the gossip page in the Hartian, so they hold their conversations in private. We have some actresses in H. H. S. Velma Vine and Eunice Meisner are trying to impersonate Katharine Hepburn with their new hair dress. Here’s hoping Scott, Bill and Jack don’t try to impersonate Ted Heely’s Stooges, or Gonder, Frankenstein. Correction—It isn’t only the new Freshman girls who interest Franklin D., but also the grade girls. Just to let you know that Olive Corliss’ boy friend, Ivan Peterson from Flint, is the apple of her eye. Carl Seelhoff and Junior Wyckoff are “trying to keep that schoolboy complexion’’ by eating oyster crackers during school hours. Gonder likes to be different. He attends the Junior class meetings and the Girls' Glee Club. The basketball boys are learning all about sore muscles, floor burns and fatigue after they get through with Coach Decker’s strenuous workout. Mr. Benjamins compliments himself on being the only single male professor of Hart High. He doesn’t have to worry about the others cutting in on his dates with the lady teachers. We have in our midst a very well known interpreter of the gospel—Claude Stover. People were greatly surprised to find that what they thought was a herd of elephants tramping from the theater was only the Six Outrageous Sapheads— M. M., N. C., A. J. W., L. F., A. W. and N. C. A certain Freshman boy, J. C., has taken to walking eighth grade girls (A. J. W. and N. D.) around the vicinity of the canning company. We, the members of the Junior Class, declare Olendorf unconstitutional in that he is taking away our freedom of speech. Anyone having dandruff, see Dr. Dave Sayles and Dr. Bud Stover, agents for Dr. Blotzo’s famous compound guaranteed to cure coughs, corns and eye strain. Gale Berger had watched Becker practice the basketball team for an hour when he finally made his way to the center of the floor and asked if he could join that class and learn to do the Rumba. Ole says that the Democrats held an all-night session in 1932. From the looks and actions of some of the dignified Seniors, they attend them in 1935. After sleeping through all of Jerry Meehan’s Tuesday morning classes, Dick Rummer finally woke up in the last one in time to hear Jerry say, “We have now completed our course of law.” Dick, thinking he was a full fledged lawyer, immediately announced his intention of running against Jerry for the position of prosecuting attorney. Stella Bray had better be careful so that Arthur Olson doesn’t find out about the notes she sends to Willie Shoultz. Franklin Demmon and Reed Harris just can’t stay away from dear old Hart High. Can it be the parties, the girl friends, or are they really ambitious? Ole seemed to be the only one affected by too much turkey. He didn’t start Monday morning out with his usual tests. Ann Wietzke doesn’t believe in the law of gravity because she’s always up in the air. Lucille Frost has succeeded in capturing Perry Slocum’s heart, which greatly embarrasses some of the Junior and Senior girls to think that a Freshman could succeed where they failed. Lorraine Halladay and Ross Purdy love to have their daily seventh period chats. We wonder if this will turn into an affair???! Miss Reusch and Miss Eliott just can’t seem to get those tap steps that they are spending their hard earned money on. Harry Watkins is learning the how, when and where’s of dates. The object of his affection is Pauline Grate. I Won’t Dance—Tony Lombard. I’m in the Mood for Love—Jimmy Harris. Reckless—Mugs Winget. A Little Bit Independent—Mildred Lurie. I Live for Love—Gladys Shinn. Mine Alone—Jean Reynolds to Don Near. Double Trouble—Imogene McLouth to Maurice and Ivan. Every Now and Then—Marjorie Grate. Dancing Cheek to Cheek—Edna Mae Winget. Lady in Red—Miss Reusch. Lulu’s Back in Town—Fernetta Calvin. The Girl With the Dreamy Eyes—Clara Baker. Pardon My Southern Accent—Dan Gonder. It Takes Two to Make a Bargain—Marion and Herbie. Goofus—Bill Bunch. “I’ve Got a Feelin’ You’re Foolin’ ”—Velma Vine to Dick Rummer. v A Sad Story—Poor Bill! He was kicked off the squad. When he was told to tackle the dummy ho tackled the coach. -_ Hhe Cipple Sauce Crtrtmicle AN ILLUSTRATED REVIEW OF VARIOUS THINGS Know Your Man—One hen said to the other as the farmer walked by: “There’s the guy I’m laying for.” Revised Proverbs—He who hesitates loses his parking space. Give a man enough rope and he will smoke himself to death. Hookey Harry says that he wishes the history of the country had been written in 500 words before he went school. Before the Battle—A rookie received a severe lecture one day from his sergeant. The next day he passed the sergeant without saluting. “Hey, youse, why don’t you salute me?” yelled the sergeant. “Aw,” said the rookie, “I thought you was still mad at me.” He Musta Had Some Chariots—How did King Solomon get so many wives without an automobile? Not a Bad Explanation I'm surprised at vour � IGNORANCE. WHEN I VOUR ASE I KNEW t— MAyfte ’ THAN what Literary Note—Hank, the mail carrier remarks: “—and as for maga- zines, there's many of them that give me a terrible pain in the neck.” The Great Outdoors—First Nature Lover: “How do you know this is an ideal place for a picnic?” Second N. L.: “Well, twenty million insects can’t be wrong.” Revised Definition—Faith is the quality that makes the flapper content after she fixes the territory reflected in a vanity case mirror. No, no, Maudie—A brunette is not a young bear; copra is not a native policeman? the man who brings home the bacon is not necessarily a man who robs a butcher’s shop. “Delighted, I’m Sure!” i Meer My cla mate— 1 we we r to the SAME CORRKroWWCB i ctiooL Together Household Hint—Once upon a time there was a wise husband who bought his wife such fine china that she wouldn’t trust him to wash and dry the dishes. Very Probably WMAT plQTULieT WHEW SHE MET ROMEO CN THE SALCOWy? Musta Been Two Other Persons. Cop: “Madam, didn’t you see me hold up my hand?” Woman at the wheel: “I did not.” Cop: “Didn’t you hear me blow my whistle?” W. A. T. W.: “I did not.” Cop: “Didn’t you hear me holler at you to stop?” W. A. T. W.: “I did not.” Cop: “Well, I guess I might as well go home. I don’t seem to be doing any good here.” Recreation—There’s many an accountant spends his vacation looking at figures on the beach. ♦ The Very Best Plumbing--------Why send your boy abroad to develop nis voice when we have just as good bathtubs here in the United States? Extre.j. ly Toi gh Luck ( IvE BEEN PlAV N$ TRUANT AU pay AND T JUST remembered ITS SATURPAV 9 : V Just By Way of a Change—It wouldn’t hurt any if some of our colleges would work their way through the students. “Anything But That, Doctor!” ♦ ♦ Words of Wisdom—A wise youth does not repeat the sins of his father when the old man is listening. Some people never listen to both sides of anything, unless it is on a gramophone record. A self-made man usually quits work too soon. A girl, these days, doesn’t have to be an equestrienne in order to ride bare-back. Short Story—The bridegroom was in a poetic frenzy as he strolled along the seashore. “Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll,” he recited to his bride. “Oh, Gerald,” she exclaimed, “how wonderful you are. It’s doing it.” His First Lesson—The amateur angler had hooked a small trout and had wound it in till it was rammed against the end of the rod. “What do I do now?” he asked his Ike Waltonian companion. “Better climb up the rod and club it,” was the answer. Christmas! The magical, musical ring of it— No finer word in the world can be found! Molded and made for us mortals to sing of it; Full of the tingle that makes pulses pound! Christmas! The lilt and the rhythm and thrill of it! Dear, loving word that was made to impart Happiness! Friends, may you all have your fill of it! Feeling the throb of it deep in your heart! Christmas! It’s coming to wipe away care again. Blotting out memories tragic and drear, Bringing rich blessings for mankind to share again. Filling our hearts with the magic of cheer! Christmas! All nations rejoice to the thrill of it— Paupers and peasants, the rich and renowned. Spirit of love, may we bow to the will of it! Then we’ll have Christmas the whole year around. HART COUNTY NORMAL A Top row—Miss Kantz, Miss Becker, Kathryne Roth, Frank Ingalls, Robert Bromley, Agnes Watson, Mayme Fox, Maripn Viterna. Second row— Frances Crosby, Mary Hichathorn, Beth Cole, Geraldine Russell, Mildred Kirwin, Velma CrofT, Eleanor Demnion, Miss Stout. First row—June D’Alcorn, Ruby Shafer, Clarence Melvin, Donna Reef man, Audrey Bowers, Leona Kraus, Eleanor Roby. HART SOPHOMORE CLASS Top row—John Gebhart, Mathew Davidson, Mr. Olendorf, Donald Howard, Richard Haight, Merle Denison, Junior Rogers, Robert Walker, Donald Wolfe, Raynard Dillingham, Carol Trommeter. Fifth row—Phyllis Cole, Emily Andrulus, Laverl Graff, Elaine Rickard, Guy Hasty, Lyle Tambling, Claude Stover, Lorraine Berger, Lorraine Sutherland, Jesse Wyant, Fourth row -Ruth Riddel, Florence Leight, Blanche Staples, Phyliss Birdsall, Jack Ferguson, Olive Corliss, Lillian Van Tassel, John Gable, Marvin Lurie. Third row—Benice Weber, Barbara Kludy, Alma Shull, Alice Monkus, Edith Robbins, Donald Powers, Garth Spitler, David Fletcher, Jack porbin. Second row—Eleanor Durham, Stella ray, Barbara Jensen, Ilene Heydenbirk, Margaret Foster. First row Maureen Munger, AgnesvVarenhorst, Myra Coleson, Marjorie Trommeter, William Shultz, James Miteer, William Jensen, Ernest Potter, Carl Schramn. PAGE 7 Here and There With the Editor Just as the hookworm produced a fatal malady when combined with poverty and dirt, so the germ of selfishness produces a dangerous mental malady when combined with vanity and lust. There are thousands of men— yea, tens and hundreds of thousands—who are afflicted with this mania for amorous conquest. When a man becomes a prey to this malady, his principles and ideals of life, his honor and self-respect are gradually eaten away, just as the tissue of the lungs is destroyed by tuberculosis bacilli. He becomes obsessed by demons; and vanity, conceit, lust, and selfishness dominate all his actions. If such a man chances to possess magnetism and a pleasing address, he is a dangerous element in any social circle, for always are there weak women and ignorant girls ready to believe his lies and accept his attentions whether he is single or married. The girl who is absolutely well reared by a really good mother and kind father never falls a victim to the blandishments of a married man. A really good gardener, whose business it is to deserve his name of gardener, does not permit worms or weeds to destroy his flowers. He watches them from the moment they sprout until they blossom and fade, giving them the right care at each season. Really good parents watch their children in this same manner. As the tendrils of young vines reach out, the gardener trains them and directs their movements; and so ,e careful parent trains and directs the blind out-reaching of an expanding young mind. Fashion fiat says milady’s hose should be in harmony with her hat. But, just for the purpose of being captious and contrary, suppose milady is wearing a garden hat? That doctor who said kissing shortens life no doubt meant single life. We are all familiar with the person who keeps the toes of his shoes shining like the sun, but seems to forget that his footwear possesses a pair of heels that alike are in need of an occasional brushing. Ostrich-like, this person forgets to clean that part of his shoes which he cannot himself see, fully confident that no one else will notice the omission. Of course, a muddy pair of heels may not matter much after all, but to us it reflects the attitude of mind of the owner. This person is content to leave all things undone which he thinks that he can get by with, never seeming to realize that what he considers unimportant may not be to another person. Character is judged by just such little things, so when we stall a job, let us finish it thoroughly. Then no one will have anything with which to find fault, either in our dress or our general conduct. A reader asks a San Francisco editor if there is some rule of spelling to determine whether it is “ie” or “ei.” Our personal rule is to write two e's and put a dot between them. Out of every eight persons who work, one is a public employee. Agricultural experiment stations and the private corporation, by perfecting and continuing their relationships, will come more and more to know the satisfaction which always goes to the seller who has furnished the buyer with that which he really needs and which will give him service. To both, therefore, will go the support and praise of all the people with whom they work. There is also another striking relation between the two kinds of work, which has more to do with keeping men in the service than any other factor. When either of these workers has performed a real service to the farmer or the merchant, he is stimulated with a sense of satisfaction in that he has helped others in addition to earning his bread. He therefore works for the love of work, not necessarily because it is required in order to make a living. Both kinds of workers are imbued with the missionary spirit or a desire to serve. Grand Rapids doctors got a tough break when the International Apple Association elected to meet in that city. A little lad knelt down at his father’s knee to say his bedtime prayers. After he had repeated, “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,” “Now I lay me down to sleep,” and the Lord’s prayer, the father asked if he had any other prayer he wanted to make to God. After some hesitation, the little fellow said: “Dear Jesus, when I grow up, make me big and strong like daddy.” The words sank deep into the father’s heart, and very late that night—hours after the little boy had gone to sleep—the father knelt by the bedside, and prayed: “My Father, now that I am grown up, make me pure and sweet like my boy.” A new popular song is called “That’s All.” But the trouble is that it isn’t; there are bound to be lots more. GOSSIP « Well! Well! What is this—Ross Purdy sitting with Catherine Wilbur! Can this be another Love in Bloom affair? Miss Reusch is the only teacher who has found enough courage to tell Ole that he teaches his own class as well as the one next door. You’ll have to excuse him—he still thinks he’s on the football field. Rose Kraus and Beth Long are having a rather heated argument over Lavern Lipps. To show no partiality I wish them both luck. Frances Bolavitch feels that everything is fading since Frank and she aren’t on friendly terms. The blackboard in the study hall looks like a lost and found section in the paper. We expect to see any day now that some Freshman has lost his head. Margery and Elaine Grate have decided that the cheapest Christmas present they could give their boy friends would be to give them the “air. Nancy Corbin was very disappointed Christmas morning when she didn’t find the bow! She wrote to Santa about it. Maurice Reed has been seen walking home with Merle Reasoner. We wonder what Margretta Hitchcock thinks of this! The Freshman boys in the 5th hour Civics class enjoy crowding around Gertrude Cummings’ desk and hold a tete-a-tete. May the Hartian Staff let Ann Wietzke know that the new leap year is here, now. Santa Claus was quite generous with his gifts at the faculty party. Some very extraordinary gifts were given. Miss McCall rejoiced when she received a pair of red flannels and Miss Reusch was very glad to get a bottle of Epson salts from Ole. This is one time the teachers are being told on. “Listen to this, class, said Miss Reusch. “This article states that in some of the old Roman prisons that have been unearthed they found the petrified remains of the prisoners. “Gracious! exclaimed Bessie. “Those must be what they call hardened criminals. Ole to the Hartian: “If you print any more jokes about Scotchmen I shall stop borrowing your paper. j Our dignified Senior, Carl Hill, who never goes for night life around Hart, celebrated New Year’s Eve with Margaret Cargill at the Pentwater Community Hall dance. Louis Ruggles likes to pretend he is Ripley and make statements about the romance of Sammy Russell and Gertrude Cummings. Miss Childs was trying to explain to her geography class just what an island is. She filled a basin with water and put a pile of dirt in the middle, thus showing them an island is a piece of land surrounded by water. “Now Tommy, she said, “What is an island? nd JOKES “An island is a hunk of dirt in the wash basin, answered Tommy. Mr. Decker: “Of course my son has studied a foreign language. Say ‘hello’ to the man in algebra, Laurence.” Bob Tice thinks “The Six Outrageous Sapheads should change their name to “The Six Outrageous Gold-diggers. Can it be that Don Powers is really bashful! Scott Hyslop has a part in the Junior Play. The next news will probably be that he’s going to Hollywood after he graduates. Edna Mae Winget decided to find out who liked himself in H. H. S. She called out, “Hi Good-looking and who should turn around but Don Powers and did he blush! If anyone has seen Bob Tice's “cow” please tell him where it is. Mr. Dalman brought home some sausages and asked to have them for breakfast. The young bride looked at them. “How’ll I cook them?’’ she asked. “Oh. fry ’em like fish, replied her husband. The next morning at breakfast she remarked: “I do hope you will enjoy your sausages, dear, but there’s not much in these things when they’re cleaned out. Gladys Shinn met her Prince Charming at the Sunday School Conference at Ludington. The rest of the girls claimed they could hardly drag her home. Kenny Kokx is becoming a great poet. He composes poetry for Nina. It goes like this: I love you in the morning, I love you at night. If you’ll be my sweetheart I’ll hug you good and tight. Marian Pugsley has a problem to be solved but for some odd reason she refuses to give it to the Hartian staff for the solution. Jean Reynolds seems to be renewing her acquaintance with Don Near. We wish her lots of luck. We wonder what Herbie thought of Marion attending the show with Tommy. Camouflaged He picked it up at a small garage. And thought himself in clover To buy a car so cheap—and found Twas his old one, painted over! Dear Aunt Gertie: Could you please tell me what I can do to eliminate my errors in typing. I can make a fairly good speed but my errors bring me down. _ „ Marjorie Grate. Dear Marjorie: I suggest you keep your mind on your typing errors instead of the errors Don is making at Kazoo. Aunt Gertie. PAGE 9 JUNIOR PLAY Come on, all you ladies and lassies, and write down in your appointment or memo book that on February seventh you have a date to be present at Spooky Tavern, located in Hart, Michigan, up in the High School Auditorium. Now, do not fail to be present or you will miss the thrills and chills of a lifetime. Follow the adventures of plucky Joyce, frightened Florabel, black mammy Bedelia, Ralph, Terry, and stuttering Willie. See the horrible Ghost Woman, the mystic Lucy, the crippled Lon, and the two crimnials, Blackie and Farone. But maybe they aren’t criminals. Ah—only time and the story will tell. The characters are portrayed realistically bv the following Juniors: CHARACTERS Lon Hacker .....................Raymond Arnold Ghost Woman ... Marion Pugsle.v Lucy Hacker ...................Catherine Wilbur Joyce Wingate ...................Eloise Munger Florabel Wingate ................Viola Reames Bedelia .........................Corrine Snyder Ralph Charming .............Clifford Dillingham Terry Tanner.............................Thomas Welsh Willie Worgle ..................Herbert Lombard Blackie Simms .....................Scott Hyslop Farone ..........................Lyle Tambling Here are a few lines from the play. Each speech belongs to a different part of the play. Florabel—(screams) Joyce! Joyce! Look behind you! Bedelia—Oh, mah po' Joycie lamb! Snatched up by a ghos!! Drug off to hits molderin’ grave—and like as not eatin’ hits suppah often her! Oh, dat I should lib to see dis day! Lucy—Take heed, young men! Kate Ainslee, the ghost woman roams these corridors! I feel a strange sense of impending disaster! Doom! Doom! Take heed, all! Within the hour, a foul murder will be committed! In this room! Willie—It s-s-s-s-sounded like the wail of a lost s-s-s-s-soul in Hades! Terry—Then the hand dropped the revolver, and we all saw the mirror shut. Ralph—It won’t kill her—just scare her a little. We’ll tell her it was an accident. I had to see you alone. Besides I must get my consignment while everybody is out of this room. Farone—Put down that gun, Lou Brady—and no tricks! And that’s all we will give you as a hint as to what you will see and hear when you keep that date at Spooky Tavern, February seventh. So long! Mrs. Bergman: “You say you have no children, gramophone or wireless, and you don’t keep a dog. You seem just the quiet tenant the owner insists on.” Mr. Benjamins: “I don’t want to hide anything about my behavior, so you might tell the owner that my fountain pen squeaks a bit.” Mother: “Walter V., its time for you to get ready for school. Have you washed your ears?” Walter: “I washed the one that’s on the side next to where the teacher sits.” THE LESSON OF COURTESY The fact that politeness is a commodity of great value in the world of business is being demonstrated by a young woman who has created a new profession and who is known from coast to coast as “the doctor of courtesy.” According to a press report, she is engaged in building up good will for two big corporations with plans and offices scattered over the United States and Canada. Five years ago this young woman decided that the telephone service in some places having dealings with the public was far from being what it should be. She was aware that discourtesy was more common than courtesy. After giving the matter practical study, she worked out her “speed-with-po-liteness” telephone system. “Courtesy is the cheapest commodity on the market today and brings the biggest returns,” the smiling doctor of courtesy declared. “There is altogether too much discourtesy practiced in the business world.” A cheery “Good morning” an a “Thank you” go a long way toward building up good will for any business. How politeness paves the way for good will in the commercial sphere is illustrated by the following incident: “I prefer an upper berth on a Pullman,” said a veteran salesman. “But on one trip I could get into the sleeping car only because a man who had reserved a lower berth canceled his reservation at the last minute. “I had begun to get ready for my night’s rest, when I saw a man six feet tall, wearing heavy boots and heavy clothes, start to climb to that upper shelf. I halted him halfway up and offered to trade. He was gruffly grateful, and we traded. “In the next town I had to call on a dealer of means and influence who was regarded as very unapproachable by salesmen. When I was shown into his office, he was the man whom I had met in the Pullman. There he was, boots, heavy clothes, and all, but with a heart as big as a buffalo. He gave me a large order, thanked me again and again for my civility, and took my protestation that I liked an upper berth as merely an additional courtesy. “I have heard that civility and self-sacrifice pay. 1 cannot say this was either, but courtesy paid. However, the incident did show that if a man has any courtesy to display, he might as well show to the first man he meets instead of trying to pick ome special object.” Courtesy is the oil that makes the machinery of life run with a minimum of friction, heat, and loss of energy. That is why business men and women are making it an important factor in commercial affairs. Like service, courtesy is being put on the market as a valuable commodity. --------------o------------- As surgeons keep their instruments and knives always at hand for cases requiring immediate treatment, so shouldst thou have thy thoughts ready to understand things divine and human, remembering in thy every act, even the smallest, how close is the bond that unites the two. --------------o------------- Another bit of good advice is never to start anything you can’t stop. PAGE 10 trA PAGS- OT T-UA ,; og Evggyc M£ Tamale: “What became of Schmidt?” Came: “Why, he went to America and made a name for himself there.” Tamale: “How?” Carne: “He calls himself Smith now” Teacher: “If you subtract 1U from 116, what 8 the difference? Johnny: “Yeah; I think it 8 a lot of foolishness, too. Young Scribbler and his bride were alone for the first time in their new home. | “Darling,” she cried, “I must make a terrible confession to you—I can’t cook.” “Aw, that’s all right, dear. I’ve a confession to make, too. I’m a poet and tiiere won’t be anything to cook.” + “A man came here this afternoon and took the census. “Couldn't you keep up the payments? Film Magnate: “Who’s that runt?” Director: “Why, that’s Napoleon.” Film Magnate: “Why did you get such a little man to play such an important part?”—London Passing Show. Floridian (picking up melon): “Is this the largest apple you can grow •in your state? Californian: “Stop fingering that grape. v r My wife’s sense of humor is bad. The other day I heard a good conundrum and decided to catch her on it. “Why are men like mules?” I asked her when I went home. “Don’t judge all men by yourself,” was her meaningless answer. “7s he financially embarrassed? “lie s in debt, I believe; but it would take more than that to cmbarra88 him! —Cartoon by Jatobbson. When he stood up he was spellbound. The big and jubilant audience dazed him, and as he stammered and stuttered in an attempt to get started, one of the members of the audience halloed: “Tell ’em all you know, Bill. It won’t take long.” That was just enough to rile Bill. “I’ll tell ’em all we both know,” he shot back. “It won’t take any longer.” “Which travels faster—heat or cold? “Heat, because you can catch cold easily. • • The village milkman bought a horse for the morning round. It was not exactly'a thoroughbred, but it had four legs. One day he took his bargain to the blacksmith to have him shod. The smith regarded the weary-looking animal critically, paying particular attention to his lean body and spindly legs. “You ought to have a horse there some day,” he said at length. “I see you’ve got the scaffolding up.”—Tit-Bits. Father: “If someone strikes you on the right cheek, you must turn your left cheek. Now, what should you do if a boy hit you? Son: “How big a boy, daddy? The owner of a cheap watch brought it into the jeweler’s shop to see what could be done for it. “The mistake I made, of course,” he admitted, “was in dropping it.” “Well, I don’t suppose you could help that,” the jeweler remarked. “The mistake you made was picking it up.” Modem progress is indeed wonderf ul. It has 'made it possible for a man to get indigestion and a remedy for it at the same drug store.—Louisville Times. First Visitor: “My dear, these cakes are as hard as a stone.” Second Visitor: “I know. Didn’t you hear her say, ‘Take your pick,’ when she handed them around?”—Denver Clarion. Lodger: “This steak is like a cold day in June—very rare.” Landlady: “And your bill is like March weather—very unsettled.” “Did you have much snow this year? ’ “A fair amount, but my next door neighbor had more. “How could he have more? “He has more land than I have. Teacher was giving a lesson on the idiosyncrasies of March. “What is it,” she asked, “that comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb?” “Father,” replied the smallest pupil. Seasick Passenger (on friend’s yacht): “I say, what about going back? After you’ve seen ore wave, you’ve seen them all.” Doctor: “It’s most essential that you should refrain from doing head-work during the next few weeks.” Patient: “Yes, doctor, but it’s my living!” Doctor: “Oh, are you a scholar?” Patient: “No, I’m a barber.” “Now, Robert,” said the teacher, “can you tell me what human nature is?” “Yes, ma’am, replied Robert. “It s people ’fore they get into society.” ♦ “I heard that you made $50,000 in Chicago in a week. Is it true?” “Sure it’s true, but it’s wrong in four places. It wasn’t Chicago, it was Toledo. It wasn’t a week, it was a year. It wasn’t $50,000, it was $5,000, and I didn’t make it, I lost it.” Doctor: “Your heart is quite sound. With such a heart you ought to live to be seventy. Patient: “But, doctor, I am seventy.” “There! What did I tell you?” ♦ ♦ Mistress: “The main thing here is honesty. The last maid stole the silver spoon!” New Maid: “You needn’t fear anything from me, Ma’am. I’m on probation for stealing at my last place!”— Pathfinder. —Cartoon by Jaeobbsim. Tlieir voices melt in welcome dreams of spring, Green grass and leafy trees and sunny skies: My fancy decks the woods, the thrushes sing, Meadows are gay, bees hum and scents arise. And God the Maker doth my heart grow bold To praise for wintry works not understood, Who ail the worlds and ages doth behold, Evil and good as one, and all as good. JANUARY By ROBERT BRIDGES COLD is the winter day, misty and dark, The sunless sky with faded gleams is rent; With bud-thronged bough the cherry in the croft; The patches of thin snow outlying mark The landscape with a drear disfigurement. The trees their mournful branches lift aloft The oak with knotty twigs is full of trust, With bud-thronged bough the cherry in the croft; The chestnut holds her gluey knaps up thrust. No birds sing, but the starling chaps his bill. And chatters mockingly; the newborn lambs Within their straw-built fold beneath the hill Answer with plaintive cry their bleating dams. GREAT MEN AND GREAT WOMEN Tr | HE inspiration of her whole life Ol!Cen WT®) is perfect faith in God and de- votion to her duty,” said James Parton about Queen Victoria, one of the noblest and great-est women who have ever lived, and one of the — ' ' best loved sovereigns of the British kingdom. The nineteenth century is spoken of as the “Era of Women,” and Queen Victoria’s reign of sixty-four years of unprecedented industrial development and prosperity was the greatest achievement of the time. With the exception of the reign of Louis XIV of France, Queen Victoria ruled longer than any other of the crowned heads. It is hard to imagine that queens and kings and many another austere ruler or stern and dignified person was ever a child, but with her kind and winsome ways Queen Victoria even at the height of her reign, never seemed haughty and unfriendly. Alexandria Victoria, daughter of George, the Duke of Kent and the fourth son of George III, was born on May 24, 1819, in Kensington Palace. Being the only child, she was greatly beloved, but her parents were wise and so she was taught regular habits and strict economy. She lived the dull, secluded life which so many children born in castles lived at that time, but despite the great old walls and stern faces about her, Victoria was a lively, happy child. When Victoria was only eight years old her father died, leaving an empty, sad place in her monotonous life, but her mother was a shrewd woman, as well as a sensible and clever one, and took up the burden. With the help of her brother, King Leopold, much of the heavy debt which had been contracted was lifted by Victoria’s mother. In later years Victoria would often declare that the happiest days in her life were spent during this period when she visited Claremont, her uncle’s beautiful home. The little girl possessed a beautiful voice, which was carefully trained, and which gave herself and companions much happiness, and from her very birth her mother trained her carefully for the position that her birth might some day make her heir to. When Victoria was twelve years old she was told that she was the first princes? of the blood and might inherit the throne, which was be-yond the position of any of her cousins. It was then that the enthusiastic girl took her governess’ hand in hers and cried, “I will be good. I understand why you urged me so much even to learn Latin.” When Victoria was just a little over eighteen years old this great and wonderful responsibility came to her, her Uncle William IV dying on June 20, 1887. Before sunrise that morning the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Marquis of Conyngham were ringing and pounding on Victoria’s door for admission to see the queen. It is hard to realize what this news meant to the modest young girl, and she kept saying to herself again and again that it could not be true and thought how terrible it was to lay aside all of her youthful freedom and be a dignified queen. It must have been at this time that the young lady promised herself never to be stern, unapproachable queen she had dread so much to meet herself. A little over a year passed, in which Victoria was rigidly trained for the new duties, and then the coronation took place Victoria at Westminster Abbey on June 28, 1838, and a month later she was called to perform the public duty of attending a great parade. Even though Victoria had to put aside many of her girlhood enjoyments, when in private life she liked to be the girl she had been and forgot all about being a queen. Her education in politics and government now became deeper and she was directed in them by the loyal and sage Lord Melbourne, who became her first counsellor, and to him great credit is due for developing much of the queen’s wonderful 5v ability and spirit of democracy. It is but right tc say that much of this noble queen’s prosperous reign was due to the wisdom and broadmindedness of her counsellors, she having been blessed with the choice of good men in this respect. It was during these first days that Queen Victoria replied to a question asked her in this way: “I have immensely to do, but I like it very much—I delight in this work.” And no rulers have ever shown that they loved their work, or their people more, than did this broad-minded, kind-hearted queen. Queen Victoria was very busy these days, but not too busy for a beautiful romance to creep into her life, and on February 10, 1840, she married her cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. The morning was cloudy and rain fell in dismal showers and nearly everyone was sorry that the day was so dark and cheerless, but the queen only smiled and assured them that it did not matter, and looking at her smiling face no one could believe that it did. However, before the ceremony took place the day cleared and turned bright and pretty, but it was no more shining than the happy face of the queen and her cousin. Their marriage was not only one of true happiness and contentment, but it was of great benefit to the queen’s kingdom, for Prince Albert was a great student, an unselfish philanthropist and an able business man, and he devoted himself to the people and became Victoria’s chief adviser. Happy and busy days passed for the king ancl queen and as they came and sped away, four sons and five daughters came to them. The eldest little girl was named Victoria in honor of her mother, then came Albert, Edward, Alice, Alfred, Helena. Louise, Arthur, Leopold, and Beatrice, several of them dying before their talented mother. But to all she gave the deep est care and attention for their education, believing that this was the true foundation on which their lives were to be built. As the girls grew older Queen Victoria studied history with them and helped them to make and arrange a large collection, while the boys learned fortification and other things, first from their father and afterwards from able instructors. Queen Victoria mourned deeply at the death of her mother in March, 1861, and the thought of her was still lingering in her heart when her husband died on December 14 of the same year. Some one has said of her, “Among all the sovereigns of history, none is h?!d in higher esteem by Christian nations.” Always healthy and active, Queen Victoria seemed never to tire, and she did not appear to be old when she passed her eighty-first birthday, and on January 22. 1901. died at her home in the Isle of Wright. S THE HARTIAN 1 §S S3 HART, MICHIGAN, JANUARY 27, 1926 p of EDITORS Editor..................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor.............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary ........................... Mildred Lurie Photography................................Larraine Halladay Society .................................Marguerite Winget Humor............................... Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics.............................Elaine Grate Typist .............................Marjorie Reed CALENDAR December 4—Mildred Lurie can’t seem to get control of the Seniors during third period, which is the one thing her heart desires. We suggest that the janitor put more desks in so we could all sit down in front. December 5—Little pudgy Robert Raymond Tice thought that Ole picked on him an awful lot today. Oh, if he could only learn to behave! December 6—Hart lost their first game to Scott-ville 30-15. The Seniors gave their party and everyone had a good time! December 9—Jack Frost thought he was shot when he pushed Bob Blackmer’s toy match box off his desk and it exploded! December 10—Donald Wolfe drove Ole out of the study hall when he came to school after carrying the after effects of killing a skunk! Finally Don had pity on the students sitting around him and went home. December 11—Girl’s basketball started today and Miss Childs thinks the Hart girls play rotten basketball. December 12—Ole tried to make the government class think that “when he went to school” he couldn’t talk between classes. Jeanne Watkins is almost positive that it was a reform school. December 13—Somebody was such a “pig” in the pep meeting that they took all of the air away from Vergie Grover and she fainted! The big event of the season has at last arrived . . . Gonder is leaving school to go to Florida! Whitehall beat Hart in a very exciting game, 15-14. December 16—What coincidence! While Jeanne W., Edna Mae W., Bette W., Mildred L. and Rita Leuce were thinking up an excuse to give Ole for being late for assembly, they met him on the stairs! The Sophomores gave their program. December 17—Joe Vershueren and Francis Bola-vitch had to be spoken to twice by Miss Reusch, second period. Is that a nice way for Freshmen to act? Helen Hackett and Virginia Butler saved the janitor work in the gym by sliding around on the floor and wiping up the dirt. December 18—All the girls were disappointed today when Jack Mesick didn’t have the daily stick of gum for them. December 19—Two weeks vacation! The teachers “broke down” and let their classes enjoy themselves. Ole received a beautiful gift from his Civics class! January 7—Hart beat Montague, 20-13. It was a swell game. January 8—After a long period of hard studying, the high school got one-half day vacation and took intelligence tests the other half. January 9—The Junior play cast was chosen. Bob Tice’s face got very red today and it wasn’t from blushing either. Mr. Benjamin’s anger got the best of him and Bobby’s face and Benj’s hand collided. January 10—Bette Welsh was so excited about Hart’s victory of 20-17 over Fremont that she thought one of the megaphones was a spoon and hit it against the ice cream dish so hard that it broke. January 13—Neither Frances Wyckoff or Agnes Varenhorst go out for basketball but they get plenty of exercise in shooting notes back and forth during fifth period. ---------o-------- A number of the eighth grade girls have fallen for Paul Snider’s long curly eyelashes and pretty blue sweater. ---------o-------- Mr. Cowles: “Tell me somethin about the Diet of Worms.” Perry S.: “I don’t take cooking.” A GREAT NATION pHE life of duty not the life of mere ease or mere pleasure: that is the hind of life which makes the eat man as it makes the great nation Theodore Roosevelt. PAGE 3 LILLIAN DISCOVERS THAT HOME IS REST THOUGHT this Monday would never come,” laughed Gertrude. “When our school closed, I was so tired and imagined that I would never want to go back over that trail to the school-house again; but here I am as eager to begin school as a little first grader. All the other children say that they feel the same way about it. Come, Margaret, let us go.” “I am just as anxious as you are,’ said her sister Margaret. “I want to be there on time. Miss Morey said that if we each got perfect attendance marks and good grades again this year, she would give us a better reward than she did last term. Good-by. mother dear.” Mrs. Beverly followed her girls to the porch. Little Lillian stood there so forlorn. “I’ll be alone all day,” she said wistfully. “Why can’t I gc? I’m lots bigger ’n I was last year.” “Oh, you are only five, Lillian,” said Margaret. “You stay at home and take a nap every afternoon, and you will soon be big enough to go with us; and then mother will be left all alone.” Mrs. Beverly sighed, “Yes, that is just what will happen before you know it. Come, Lillian, let us walk with the girls as far as Petty Deer’s pen.” The girls took time only to pet their deer’s head a moment, and hurried on to school. “Give him the salt, Lillian, and let us pick some boughs off that tree for him. Now I must get to my washing. You may play here near Petty Deer’s pen if you wish. He looks so lonely when we start away. He’ll miss the girls, too, won’t he?” She missed Lillian as she went out to hang up her clothes, for Lillian always liked to hand her the clothespins, one by one. She called, “Lillian! Lillian!” but no answer. In the clear air she could hear her voice echo and re-echo. “I know the child could hear that,” said mother. She hunted and called, and called and hunted. She went as far as the mail box, for Lillian sometimes went for the maii. The old friendly mail carrier was coming down the dusty road. “All alone, Mrs. Beverly? Must be able to hear yourself think today, after all the crowd you’ve had all summer. I see your baby girl is h visiting your brother’s children today. They were all dowi at the mail box as I came by.” Mrs. Beverly was very glad to know where Lillian was, but she did not want to tell the mail carrier that her naughty little girl had run away, so she smiled and said, “They can hardly stay apart.” So that was where her little Lillian was! At Aunt Emmie’s playing with her cousins. Mrs. Beverly went slowly back to the house. She was thinking what she ought to do with a five-year-old girl who would go visiting without even asking her mother first. She heard the ting-a-ling-ling of the telephone bell, and she hurried into the house. “Hello,” she heard Aunt Emmie say; “I knew that you would be worried about Lillian. She came about ten minutes ago, and I have been trying and trying to call you, but you did not answer.” “I have been out hunting for her,” replied Mrs. Beverly. “What does she say about her visit?” “Oh, she says she is tired of staying alone, and is going to live here now.” The girls returned from school. ‘Where is Lillian?” was their first question. She had always come to meet them. “She decided it was too lonely here since you girls were in school, and so she has gone to live with your Aunt Emmie.” “But, mother, why did you let her? “I didn’t let her; she went by herself.” And Mrs. Beverly would not say anything more about it. It was a very quiet supper that evening at the Beverly table. That empty chair made them all sad, and no one seemed to be very hungry. The telephone rang long and loud. Margaret jumped up “That’s Lillian!” she fairly shouted. “She always rings like that.” “Let me talk to her,” said Mrs. Beverly. Gertrude and Margaret and Daddy Man looked at one another silently, but this is all that they heard: “Yes, Lillian, this is THE TEE IS % WE THE OF ySjrfy misru A Evert other, worp of this quotation! IS MONOGRAMED. CAN YOU MA g. THE MONOGRAMS INTO U)RRS mother. Yes, yes, yes, dear. Aunt Emmie said that mother would forgive you? Of course I will. Yes, dear, yes. You may come if you are sure that you want to live with us. We want you. Start now, and we will all meet you by Petty Deer’s pen.” There was a happy reunion. PAGE 4 SURPRISE Name Like Dislike Jasper Olendorf . .Crying babies ... Talkative students Everett Haydenberk Poker .......... Baloney Herbert Lombard ..Dancing .........Greta Garbo Ruth Jeffries .....Chemists .......Colds Lawrence Decker .. Eating .........Absentmindedness Lorraine Halladay.. Movies ........Gossip Crystal Pearson ...Greta Garbo .... Asking questions Lila McCall .......Santa’s visits .. Red flannels Jeanne Watkins . . .“The music goes Exams round and round’ Barbara Jenkins . .Cherry cokes .... Talking Gladys Shinn.......Scotties ....... Giggling Marge Reed ........Dancing ........ ironing Mary Dayharsh ...Swimming ...... Egotism Mildred Lurie......Arguing ........ Tardiness Elaine Grate ......Saturday night Slippery sidewalks Alice Lorenz ......Vacation........ Cooking Arleen Copenhaver. Ditto .......... Winter Dick Rummer Girls .......... Competition Bette Welsh .......Mickey Mouse cartoons ..... Show’s Edna Winget .......Dancing ........ ? ? ? Jean Reynolds ....Athletics ....... Sewing June Anderson ....Stepping out ... Studying ergie Grover .... German apple pi Poor marks Jack Salter .......Swimming ......... Johnnycake Marge Grate .......Sleep late...... People that can’t take no for an answer Franklin Demmon .Young and innocent girls ... Prudes Howard Dalman . .To tell the truth . Eating Glenn Cowles ......Peanuts ........ Flat tires Rita Luce..........Knitting ....... Arguers Marion Pugsley ... “Throw another Whiskers and log on the fire”. Herbie Virginia Lykens ...Little moustache. Red hair Lyle Tambling ... .Clock watching . . Insistent teachers Cecile Reusch .....Insane asylums . Shop talk Laurence Lombard. Freight trains ... Burlesques Maurice Snow ______Bunco .......... Red finger nails Jean Harris .......Blushing........ Bores Eunice Reitsma . .. French fries -- Inquisitive people Bill Bunch ........Ginger Rogers .. Mushrooms Norrine Bender ... Dancing ...... Cooking David Fletcher ...Basketball ..... Women Peter Shimkus . .. Basketball ..... Chicago ice cream Eloise Munger -----Typing ......... Bunches Don Powers ........Blondes ........ His good looks Marvin Lurie ......English class . .. Bread and jelly Tom Welsh .........“Windy”......... Malted milks Raymond Lorenz . .Talking to E. G. . Conceited people Harriet Stout .....Wrapped in furs . Icy sidewalks Jane Elliot........Filabustering ... Being called a Jane Mildred Greene-----Parties ........ Being heard but not seen James Benjemins ..Latin teachers .. Attention Helen Scheveder . .. Shop talk ..... Movies ■--------o-------- Miss Kantz: “Unselfishness is voluntarily going without things we need. Give a living example of it, Johnnie.” Johnnie: “Me, I go without a bath when I need it.” LITERARY COLUMN The following article was written by an inspired Freshman when he was kept after school by Miss Reusch for the rash act of speaking in the study hall. The inspired Freshman is known to his friends, enemies, and relatives, and everyone else, as David Sayles. The article shows such true literary ability that we urge him to keep up the good work, and his progress of literary achievement will be rapid. We do not know who should get the credit for this child’s ability to compose such an article, so we are dividing the honors between Miss Elliott, the English instructor, and Miss Reusch, the Latin instructor. Why I Should Not Talk in Ses ion Room I should not talk in session room because I have to take the rap for what somebody else did. I suppose I should not shoot paper wads because I am using some of the time I should be studying some of my dearest beloved classes, English and Latin. But what I should say is that I am bothering the other people around me and Miss Reusch. So I won’t have a guilty conscience or an inferority complex. But if I didn’t talk I would talk just twice as much in Mr. Olendorf’s study period and then go write for him, which, by the way, wouldn’t bother Miss Reusch. If I didn’t talk I would probably have to write anyway. I should work, sweat, and slave my fingers to the bone to get better marks, (humph!) When I talk I have to write and waste time when I should be collecting whiskey bottles. I shouldn’t talk because I should save my vocal chords so I could talk in English class and beat Bud Stover at the racket of talking so I can get a one like he does instead of a four like I did. GIRLS' BASKETBALL The girls started off this season’s basketball with 24 out for practice. Of these six were Seniors, seven Juniors, two Sophomores, and nine Freshmen. The girls are allowed three hours a week and meet cn Tuesdays and Fridays from 4:00 to 5:00. A practice game was played on Tuesday, January 9, with the score of 15-12 in favor of the Juniors. A tournament between the four classes is planned for the last part of the season. The girls are under the able supervision of Miss Childs and her assistant, Miss Hoffmyer. Miss Childs has had considerable experience in basketball. She played four years on a high school team in Walkerville and Hart, and two years on a college team at Western State Teachers’ College. She took a course in basketball coaching at college and since that time has played on three independent teams. For the past few years she has coached a team at White Cloud. ——o------------- The far-away look in Flossie Oeffler’s eyes is only to Muskegon where Johnny is working. PAGE 5 Newest Notes of Science An automobile polish has been developed in colors to match the finish of cars on which it is used. The Italian government is planning two systems of subways to cover a total distance of about 'wenty-seven miles from Rome. To assure quiet it is planned to pave the streets around hospitals and churches in Melbourne with rubber blocks. More than two hundred acres of land for suburban development will be added to Panama City by filling in a portion of Panama Bay. For lubricating the inner sides of railroad rails at curves, a pneumatic, hand-operated grease container has been invented. An English invention is a potato-digging machine using link motion tines that practically imitate the action of a hand fork. Operating by electricity, a portable pipe organ console has been invented that can be moved to any part of a building for use. With a triangular top and three feet a camp stool has been invented that folds compactly enough to be carried in a coat pocKet. Ten main highways to cross the United States from the Atlantic to the Pacific and a greater number from north to south have been planned. In the 26,800,000 homes in the United States there are 18,000,000 telephones, 17,000,000 passenger automobiles, and 11,000,000 phonographs. To save the use of push buttons a German has invented a cable for light electric currents that can be squeezed at any point to complete a circuit. A commodious metal body that tan be attached to almost any automobile chassis has been designed for tourists who camp out while on their journeys. To lighten the loads carried by footbaP players suits padded with foam rubber instead of fiber, without lessening their protection, nave been designed. Radio broadcasting service is pow available in almost every in- habited region in the world, a billion persons living within the zone of constant reception. Inflatable rubber bags have been invented for attachment to canoes tc make them unsinkable. California has the only known farm in the world on which giant cactus are cultivated for their fruit, which is made into preserves, jellies and candies. Consumption of all kinds of paper in the United States in 1027 has been estimated at more than nine million tons, an increase of one million tons from 1926. Increasing their daily capacity from fifty-seven thousand tons to seventy thousand three hundred and fifty tons last year, Canada’s paper mills plan an additional twelve hundred tons increase by the end of this year. After ten years of experimenting two Englishmen have developed a method for making bricks from the sand that goes to waste after being used to polish glass. The builders of an all-metal English airplane have installed the motors in the wings with a view to obtaining maximum of efficiency from them. Natives of Columbia weave blankets and clothing and make fishing lines from the silk-like fiber of a plant that sometimes grows fifteen feet long. A new reel for garden hose can be attached to a faucet and the hose used without unwinding more than the amount needed to reach a desired place. A new heater for enclosed automobiles utilizes the exhaust gases to warm fresh air and eliminates the danger of back pressure on a motor. On the average each ton of ore taken from the famous Rand gold mines of South Africa contains about six and a third pennyweights of the precious metal. Made of spring wire that adjusts itself to all sizes, a drying form stretches all the fingers and all the rest of a glove evenly after it has been cleansed. After extensive experiments a Bavarian naturalist decided that it is doubtful if birds can distinguish one color from another. A bracelet has been invented to hold a ball of yarn on a knitter’s wrist. An inventor has combined a check book holder and check protector with a billfold. Aluminum is coming into general use in Germany as a substitute for copper in electrical devices. When the porcelain top of a new kitchen cabinet is slid back an ironing board can be raised for use. Rumania, Bulgaria and China are among the few nations in which radio broadcasting is prohibited. Lightning is said to strike trees with rough furrowed bark more frequently than those with smooth bark. Sunflower pith, which is eight times lighter than cork, is being used in life preservers in Germany. It is proposed to heat the entire city of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, with water pumped from tht island’s hot springs. Portable apparatus has been invented in Germany for pumping hot air into new buildings to dry them quickly for occupancy soon after their completion. The British army has been given a transport airplane that can carry twenty-five fully equipped soldiers and a hospital plane of the same size. According to a Cincinnati expert the loss sustained in the ( United Stater each year from smoke and its effects amounts to $1,870,000,000. British medical authorities have recognized radio reception as a valuable treatment for nervous ailments as it soothes those wh« are so afflicted. The Chilean government is experimenting with a process invented in that country that makes use of iodine in solution in the extraction of copper PAGE 6 THE HARTIAN Hart High School 10c Per Copy Hart, Michigan FEBRUARY, 1936 if® JUNIOR CLASS Top Row—Mr. Dalman, Thomas Welsh. Perry Slocum. Willis Rickard. Raymond Arnold. Lyle Tam- bling. Roy Viterna. Second Row—Irene Pechumer. Edgar Reeds, Jack Highland. Gordon Neilson. Clifford Dillingham. Herbert Lombard. Paul Snider ferwin Woodward. Third Row—Robert Blackmer. Crystal Pierson. Jack Salter. Max Tate. Virginia Lykens. Ernestine Grie-ner. Viola Reams. Virginia Butler. Fourth Row—Velma Vine. Rose Morat, Velma Robinson. Vergie Grover. Mary VanAllsburg. Norrine Bender. Jean Harris. Helen Hacket, Thelma Kokx, Catharine Wilbur. Fifth Row—Maxine May. Margaret Feister, Ella Rose Mietner, Phyllis Dillingham. Rita Luse. Marion Pugsley. Marjorie Grate, Eloise Munger, Lorraine Stevens. Bottom Row—Margaretta Hitchcock. Mary Lorraine Harris. Louise Lambrix, Virginia Blackmer. Marilyn Halladay, LaVerle Beebe. Helen Carter. Corinne Snider. m FUTURE WORK Should Weighed By Students RUSSELL G WALDO IT WOULD be impossible to tabulate the vast number of failures among workers all due to their failure in analyzing the tasks for which they studied. The writer, formerly interviewer at the Studebaker Corporation and in a like position with the original Stenotype Company, sought first of all to determine the applicant’s real interests in the work he applied for. It is in that angle that the schools of today can look to their greatest success in fitting young people for useful occupations. The writer would warn the reader who is a student to analyze his likes and dislikes concerning the job he hopes to fill later. Every job has activities which he will enjoy and which he can do with the keenest of interest and undivided attention. There are activities in connection with that job which he will dislike and often they are secure if he would enter the field of his sincere choice and there build up more rapidly his ability because of his increased interest in the job. Contrary to the prevailing opinion, man gains a measure of success equal to his interest in it. The disinterested man cannot expect to succeed in any line of endeavor unless he is really interested in it. It is therefore doubly advisable for every young person who is about to take up definite studies to make sure he is really interested in that work for his own future good. It is for the school to determine the same factor because of the future success of the school, which is based upon the success of the students which it turns out. The young man today is far too busy enjoying himself to take the necessary time to give one hour each evening to study. He produced an endless number of sicknesses for the workman. Discontent has found its share and discontent will, quicker than any other cause, produce laziness, wavering footsteps and wrong companions. Many a man is bluffing his way through his business career today, not because he is a success, for because of his lack of interest he can never be a real success, while he should be following a work to his liking and making a real success. Lack of interest in the job causes divided attentions, finds time for discussing of ball, football games, races and boxing matches. If the man was really interested in the job he would be too busy succeeding and there would be less time for these discussions. Don’t allow your mind to entertain the thought that discussing pastimes while at work will not affect promotion. The man who hands out promotions is seeking a man who will deliver undivided attention to his work. True it is that countless numbers of executives have been promoted who are in reality looking for some other job, yet it was necessary to take what was available and which had been trained. The writer contends that no two persons were designed alike in the business world. Our all-wise Creator was wise to pass around distinguising abilities among working men. To have given every man a like ability and the same likes would have left many essential jobs without workmen. Vocational guidance has for its foundation finding out what the young man is really interested in and then allow him to develop along that line. No man can look to the inner side of a man’s desires and he must be depended upon to do that. The average young man is afraid to look deep into the work he is choosing for fear that there will be overalls and dirty hands in the work. To such a young man I should like to add that this is one of the best avenues for quick approach to the white-collar jobs. In fact, there is more money in the shop today than there is in the majority of office jobs. The young man who starts in the shop and learns that end, while he is preparing for an office job, will, when he enters the office, be well repaid for his time spent in the production end. In addition, he will be fitting his evening study to his future and will be worth far more after his promotion. There are lines of work which will never require overtime work by an employee, yet the pay and the opportunities for advancement are much less than in the positions where night work is required at times. In concluding, the writer would like to indicate some of the questions he has successfully used at both the Stenotype and the Studebaker connections: Have you real interests in your work? What are your recreations? Would you enjoy your work as a recreation? Would you enjoy studying your work in a correspondence course? Do you understand the policy of this company? Do you agree with it and will you be able to work with it? If the reader will consider these questions carefully for a whole evening before he decides what course of study he will pursue, I am sure he will make a far greater success for himself and a better reputation for his school. PAGE 2 £3 £2 I THE HARTIAN 1 £3 £S 0 O O o So 0 0 o o o y� o oMo 0 0 WSO 0 Y 0 oMo WW W=W 60 ww ww exfto i o o« o tx o WW Jll HART, MICHIGAN, FEBRUARY 27, 1936 lMTTa rfV _ g| BOARD o EDITORS Editor...................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor..............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager.....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary ............................Mildred Lurie Photography ................................Larraine Halladay Society ..................................Marguerite Winget Humor.........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics.................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics .....................Elaine Grate Typist .............................Marjorie Reed LITERATURE AND WHAT-NOT Hello, Darlings! Let’s start right off with a bang! The Sophomore class is all a-fiutter in anticipation of their high school party to be given the last day of this month—oh, pardon me, I forgot this was “leap year”—it is to be on February 28, the day before the day that’s added every four years. The mention of a high school party brings to my mind the jinglet: “Under the hanging mistletoe The wallflower maiden stands. She sighs and sighs and sighs and sighs,— And stands and stands and stands.” If I sort of wander off the subject of literature, please forgive me, as I am listening to a political speech delivered by Herbert Hoover; therefore, I am not wholly responsible for what I write. No offense, Mr. Hoover. Hart High’s favorite indoor sport seems to be elections. The latest one was for the queen of the Ice Carnival, which will be held in Muskegon this week. Roses and orchids and what-not to you, Muriel Martin, for your grand victory; and violets to the three campaign speakers, Gladys Shinn, Edna Winget, and Jeanne Watkins. Just to ramble a little (I guess it’s the “spring” in the air), here’s a poem written by a youngster who you wouldn’t know if I did tell you his name: Teaching a Small Brother (In the Middle Ages) “Don’t polish thy bones with thy teeth, Nor sniffle thy nose on thy vest. Don’t stick out thy tongue at thy teacher— Thy manners are none of the best! So loudly thy scoopest thy soup That it’s heard for ten miles around thee; I hope thou wilt mend all thy ways— It’s a wonder that no one hath crowned thee.” And then there’s the one about the Senior who was asked to enumerate the thirteen original colonies and was rudely stopped by a kick. What he said was: “One, two, three, four, . . . ouch!!” At some universities a special matrimonial course is offered in which they teach the co-eds how to budget the “hubbies’-to-be-when-they’ve-been” weekly salaries. Of course, movies every night and semiweekly dinners-out are included in household necessities. There are a few girls around here that ought to take budget courses within the next year or so. Some more orchids, with apologies to Walter Winchell, are presented to the Junior play cast and their very able directors, Miss Elliott and Miss Reusch, for the grand performance of “Spooky Tavern.” It was better than any Broadway success I’ve ever seen! Really great! Next Friday, February 21, is a patriotic assembly. The winners of the Washington essay contest will be presented with prizes. At present, the representative of the New York Stock Exchange is spelling off stocks and bonds and gains and losses. With a turn of the dial, I have now located some reports on the Olympics. Now the weather—omigosh !—no change in the weather! A little more snow and Hart will be as buried as the city of Pompeii—you know, “The Last Days of Pompeii,” and all that bloomin’ rot. Ah, another seige of the “King’s Anglish” has overcome me. This weather is ideal for the man-hunters this “leap year.” A gal can chase a guy—get him cornered—and he can’t get away very easily because of the snowdrifts. Get busy, gals, and keep praying that the snow lasts until you get your man! Now, me hearties, are you aware of the fact that: 1. All loyal Hartians wear Hart basketball pins? 2. Shelby won the Hart-Shelby game, Valentine’s Day, by a score of 18-20? 3. Graduation day is only three months off—only three months more until we will go out in the cold, cruel world that Ole’s always lecturing about? 4. There are grand books and magazines awaiting you in the high school library, located in the high room? 5. The Freshman group is the largest class Hart High has ever been blessed with? The Custer boys liked the Hart girls so much that they bribed the weatherman to make it snow so (Concluded on Page 10) PAGE 3 HEARERS COLD TO GREAT ORATION Writing in the Indianapolis News a few years ago, Mr. A. B. Farquhar, who was an eyewitness, thus recalled President Lincoln’s delivery of the immortal Gettysburg address: After having breakfasted and talked with acquaintances and friends whom we met, I walked around to the house of Mr. Willis in order to see the president come forth. As he came out, I spoke to him; he recognized me and shook me by the hand, before he mounted his horse to join the procession. It was about eleven o’clock when the presidential party reached the platform, but Mr. Everett, the orator of the day, was fully half an hour late, and it was nearly noon before he began his address. Mr. Everett had an engaging personality, an intellectual and refined face and an attractive appearance, and his address, which he partly read from the manuscript which he held in his hand, was eloquent, but it was too long—probably an hour and a half in length. Tired of Everett’s Speech The £rt of oratory was much more extensively practiced then than it is in this day, and Mr. Everett was one of the foremost orators of the time; but the audience was weary before he had finished. I was anxious for him to conclude in order that we might hear the president. I observed Mr. Lincoln closely. He listened attentively to Mr. Everett’s speech, but it appeared to me that it began to weary him, and his face assumed an expression of care and sadness, his mind evidently being preoccupied with anxious thought. At the conclusion of Everett’s address, the president slowly rose, stepped forward, and in a strong voice, occasionally glancing at a paper which he held in his hand, spoke the following words: “Four score and seven years ago Lincoln delivering his speech at the dedication of the National Cemetery at Gettysburg, November 19, 1863. our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. “For Us, the Living” “Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we shouJd do this. “But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it will never forget what they did here. It is rather for us, the living. to be here dedicated to the un- finished work which they, who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us— that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain— that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.” These, as I remember them, were the exact words used by Lincoln, though the newspaper reports varied slightly from the text as here given. The Hushed Applause There was some applause during the delivery of the address. One had the feeling .that it was, in fact, a solemn benediction to the unfinished work which would lead whither we knew not — but that though the way might be long and hard, yet under the inspired leadership of Abraham Lincoln there could be but one outcome, the successful conclusion of the war and a reunited nation. The president’s countenance, which had become animated during the delivery of the address, resumed its look of sadness, as though he were disappointed at the reception of his words. It is undoubtedly true that his hearers did not appreciate it until they had a chance to read the address and ponder its meaning. A newspaper in the neighboring city of Harrisburg failed to publish the president’s address, remarking that he had not risen to the occasion. Mr. Greeley, whom I afterward met at an agricultural fair at Elkton, Md„ and to w’hom I showed the Westminster Review article, admitted that the Tribune had not grasped the significance of the speech. PAGE 4 January 14—Shelby beat Hart, 24-17. The team played a very good game. January 15—Everyone has a headache from the noise of the game last night. Ole gave his final instructions about “putting your name on every paper at the top, bottom, and outside January 16—Our government professor is trying to scare the Seniors by telling them about “This cold, cruel world January 17—We wonder where Frances Bala-vitch learns her profane language? Scottville beat us, 25-20. January 20—Lovesickness again ! It’s Bob Tripp and Nedra Dillingham now! January 21—We beat Pentwater, 20-11. January 22—Victor Fletcher and Flossie were having a little chat when Ole had to speak to them and spoil everything. Victor’s face looked like a red poppy. January 23—After all Bill Bunch’s efforts, by giving Miss Elliott a fruit cake, etc., he was unable to get an “A” in Speech. January 24—Montague beat Hart 21-17. January 27—Senior class meeting. The common saying around now is, “Hi Butch!” January 28—Bud Stover tries to make believe he is tough by bringing plum juice in a whiskey bottle to school. He’s had everybody in school intoxicated with it. January 29—Barbara Jenkin’s boy friend visited school and of course everyone gazed 'n gazed. January 30—Gladys Shinn was late for the first time during her four years of high school, and of course her spirits were very low. January 31—Whitehall beat us 16-15. If anyone hears the name “Bubbles” it’s referring to Don Powers. February 3—Claud Stover enjoys playing “pinchie, winchie on the nose.” He and Elaine Grate ought to get together. She is quite fond of that game, too. February 4—Hart beat Custer, 18-9. February 5—Frances Balavitch froze her legs while coming to school. Della Cargill’s chief escort on her way home from work is Harold Hackett. February 6—Joe Versherun can’t seem to leave his checker playing alone, but, oh, how they scatter when Miss Reusch comes around. February 7—The Junior play, “Spooky Tavern,” was a great success. February 10—Some of the people “couldn’t take it” when the students who were wearing Hart basketball pins would not tell them all the information they wanted about them. February 11—Hart beat Pentwater, 30-9. February 12—Charlotte Hart and Wayne Tate get along pretty well in their little chats during fifth hour. February 13—Curtis Roger’s chief delight is to knock Sonny Fuller on the floor when he speaks to him. JOKES A Snow Story Last week during the snowstorm, Mr. Snow announced that he would offer a prize for the best snow story submitted by any of the teachers. Ella McCall did her bit and here is her story to Mr. Snow: “I cannot come to school this morning because of the large snow drifts. I have not yet arrived home yesterday.” Everett H.: “I wonder who this telegram is from.” Bobby B.: “Western Union. I recognize the handwriting.” Marilyn H.: “I know a girl who plays piano by ear.” Corrinne S.: “’Snothing. I know an old man who fiddles with his whiskers.” Vergie G.: “Is that your train?” Velma V.: “No, it belongs to the Southern Pacific.” Gunnery Officer: “See that man on that bridge over there three miles away?” Tony L. :“Yes, sir.” Officer: “Let him have a couple of 75’s in the eye.” Tony: “Which eye, sir?” Mr. Benjamins asked his class to state the difference between the words results and consequences. Beulah R.: ‘Results are what you expect; consequences are what you get.” Little Helper Rita L. was given permission to serve the tea at her mother’s bridge party. Her mother noticed something suspicious in her teacup and said, “Rita, did you strain the tea?” Rita replied: “Yes, mother, I couldn't find the tea strainer, so I strained it through the fly swatter.” Her mother was terribly shocked and said, “Why, Rita.” Rita replied: “Dont’ worry, mother, I didn’t use the new one. I strained it through the real old fly swatter A Different Recipe Betty Jane entered the dining room and proudly placed the turkey on the table. “There you are, dear, my first turkey! she explained. Mac gazed with admiration at the birds’ shape. “Wonderful, darling!” he said. “How beautifully you have stuffed it!” “Stuffed!” she echoed. “But, my dear, this one wasn’t hollow.” Sometimes when a man boasts that he “runs things in his own house,” he is merely referring to the washing machine and the vacuum cleaner. A man who had taken a girl out to dinner when she was 18, met her when she was 30, and she looked as though she had been out to dinner ever since. Herbert L.: “Sir, er—that is, I would like—to— er—that is, I mean I have been going with your daughter for five years—.” Mr. Pugsley: “Well, what do you want—a pension?” PAGE 5 The Cruise “It’s the only way to get her to take a rest. She’s wearing herself out, running here and there.’’ ♦ • THE village was in a state of great excitement, and in all the houses there was but one topic of conversation. In the manse, the minister’s wife kept murmuring in a worried kind of way, “I do hope she’ll be all right,” while in his tiny cottage Andy Jackson, that determined pessimist, would persist in shaking his head and whispering mournfully, Nay, I don’t hold with it,” adding vaguely f but terrifyingly, . . snakes and heathens.” The fact was that Mary Ellen had gone on a cruise. Mary Ellen was the gentle little lady from the wool-shop who had lived in the village all her life, hiding under a shy and charming demeanor the intrepid spirit of a traveler and explorer. She was not one of those women who feel the necessity for “living their own lives” or expressing their individuality unhampered by domestic ties; in short, she was the personification of unselfishness. Had anyone told her that her life had been one long self-sacrifice through years of devotion to an ailing mother and delicate sister, she would have denied it vigorously, and so deeply rooted had become the habit of service within her that, when her own ties were broken, she became a kind of unpaid nurse and adviser to the whole village. Of Mary Ellen’s passion for reading descriptions of foreign lands, and strange tales of the people that lived in them, the village had long been aware, but they had regarded it with amused toleration, much as they looked upon the doctor’s curious love of old and faded manuscripts. Such things, they argued, did harm to no one and they seemed to keep some folk amused. Mary Ellen had a nephew who was a railway clerk, and from him she often received bulky guidebooks containing wonderful illustrations of incredibly blue seas and golden sands. Sometimes, too, he sent large posters which she hung in the shop, glancing up from her knitting from time to time to feast her eyes upon them. An ignorant stranger, entering the shop in pursuit of wool, was often considerably surprised to find herself confronted by a magnificent liner ploughing its way steadily across a blue and untroubled ocean, or by an alluring appeal to “Spend your holidays in sunny Spain.” The village was well accustomed to this, but not even her best friends had realized how deeply the desire for travel had entered into Mary Ellen’s heart, or what glorious adventures were woven into the dainty garments made by her busy fingers. A day came, however, when she was left a small sum of money by a distant aunt. The legacy was not unexpected; she had known she was to receive it and the village had known it too, so it had none of the thrilling qualities of those “bolts from the blue” that are the mainstay of our popular fiction. It was the lady herself who provided the thrills, for, sending for a young cousin from a neighboring village to take charge of the shop, she announced to the village that, with the help of her nephew the clerk, she had booked a bei th on the Atlantis and PAGE 6 hoped to set off in one week’s time for a month’s cruise in the Mediterranean. The effect on the village was terrific. Some said that she had taken leave of her senses and would never come back alive; others, while agreeing as to the recklessness of her venture, felt themselves shining a little in her reflected1 glory. Only the minister’s wife had given her wholehearted support to the idea, for, as she remarked to her husband, “It’s the only way to get her to take a rest. She’s wearing herself out, running here and there after people. Besides,” she added, “the village will really begin to appreciate her when they lose her for a little while.” Even she, however, felt some qualms when the train puffed importantly out of the station, leaving behind an excited and tearful group. “I wonder,” she thought anxiously, “if I did right in advising her to go. Suppose she is miserable and lonely, or suppose someone is unkind to her and laughs at her quaintness! Why didn’t I persuade her to cling to her dreams?” she thought unhappily. Why, she might even come back to us a tired, disillusioned little woman!” Trade was brisk in the wool-shop that month, and to each caller the young cousin proudly displayed the colored views with the strange foreign names underneath, that reached her from time to time. She showed them, too, the neat, familiar handwriting on the back, bearing some brief messages such as “Having a wonderful time. Don’t forget to feed the canary.” It was only when the minister’s wife had received one of these messages that she began to feel easy in her mind. Everything, she sighed thankfully, was going well, and Mary Ellen was enjoying her holiday. The month, passing quickly enough, no doubt, to the traveler, seemed a very long time indeed to her friends left at home, and many of them realized fully for the first time what a friend they had lost in the gentle little lady. When Mrs. Edmund’s little boy became covered suddenly with a bright red rash, his mother had her hat on and was half way along the street before she remembered that there was no Mary Ellen to come to her aid. She was only one of the many who lamented the absence of their friend. Finally, however, the day for Mary Ellen’s return arrived and the village was all on tip-toe with excitement. Would she be different? How would she be different? How would she look? Sunburned, plumper, perhaps? What would she be wearing? Would she be proud after her adventure or just her old kindly self? One glance at the returned traveler answered all their questions, and told them all they needed to know. The same kindly smile! The same gentle voice! The same friendly, shining eyes! She looked happy enough, thought the minister’s wife with a pang, but far too frail. Where were the sunburned cheeks and plumpness after such a long, quiet rest? Her return was celebrated with due ceremony, for on the following day “a cup of tea” was provided in the schoolroom, to which it was not necessary to send out invitations, as in any case the whole village would attend. It was expected that Mary Ellen would relate her adventures and describe some of the wonderful sights she had seen. Even Andy Jackson, who had made up his mind that he would never see her again, and who was consequently a little disconcerted by her safe return, determined to be there. The cups clinked merrily and everyone combined to make a tremendous fuss of the little traveler, who beamed contentedly upon them. When, however, after many hints and obvious leads, she showed no inclination to talk of her travels, discreet questions were ventured. The ship? Oh, yes, the ship was simply splendid. Here followed an enthusiastic description. The meals, particularly, came in for a good deal of comment. Impossible to conceive that the frail little lady before them could have consumed so many and varied dishes. The people? Everyone had been most kind; so friendly and jolly and anxious for her to enjoy herself. What about the places she had visited? Here Mary Ellen blushed a little and hesitated. “Oh,” she said carelessly at last, “I ... I didn’t bother to see them.” “Didn’t bother!” exclaimed the minister’s wife in astonishment. “Why, you never could have resisted them. You’ve waited all your life for the chance to see them.” Here, indeed, was a mystery, for it now transpired that not one single place of call had been visited by Mary Ellen. “It was like this,” she explained falteringly. “There was a young girl on board who had been dreadfully ill. She looked so lonely and frightened and somehow she seemed to take to me at once, and we were soon good friends. She couldn’t join in any of the amusements; in fact, she had to spend a good deal of time lying in her cabin, but I used to take my knitting and sit beside her, and sometimes I could even make her laugh a bit.” “Go on, please,” said the minister’s wife. “Yes,” went on Mary Ellen, “she was very kind to me and seemed to like to have me with her. Do you know,” she said proudly, “she liked me to read aloud to her. She said I had a soothing voice. Ann used to say that.” “And the places of call?” asked someone “Oh, yes,” said the traveler. “Well, you see, Joyce—that was the girl’s name—wasn’t well enough to go sightseeing, so I just stayed behind and kept her company. She begged me to go, of course, but how could I have left her? Besides, the others were awfully kind. They told us about everything when they came back. It was nearly as good,” said Mary Ellen, smiling bravely, “as if we had seen it ourselves.” No one spoke because words seemed futile. “Oh, and I forgot,” concluded the little lady, triumphantly, “Joyce was ever so much better by the end of the cruise, and she is coming to have a long holiday with me in the summer. I told her the air here is splendid, and of course I will be able to look after her. She thinks I am a wonderful nurse, but it’s just,” she explained apologetically, “that I’ve had a bit of practice.” The minister’s wife broke the silence. Stooping over the frail little traveler, she kissed her gently. “You’re a wonderful woman, Mary Ellen,” she said with a catch in her voice. PAGE 7 “Didn’t 1 tell you not to interrupt me when I had something important on hand?” “How was I to know?” asked the deferential secretary. “You didn’t have your golf clothes on.” Mistress: “Did you empty the water under the refrigerator?” Green Girl: “Yes'm, and put in some fresh” Muriel had been to the zoo for the first time and was giving hr- grandmother a long account of what she had •een. “And which animal did you like best, dear?” asked her grandmother when Muriel had finished. “Oh, the elephant!” was the reply. “It was wonderful to see him pick up peanuts with his vacuum-cleaner!” ♦ James: “Papa, I ain't got no but- ton.” Papa: “John, correct your brother.” John (looking over into James' plate): “Yes, you is” He: “That fellow, Blimp, the aviator, always takes his dog with him in his plane; says he’s right at home in the air and enjoys flying as much as he does.” She: “What kind of a dog has he? He: “Airedale, of course.” ♦ “Well, well, I understand you are tn business for yourself.” “Yes, quite so. I have twelve offices in that building.” “Yeh? Thai 8 a lot for one janitor Artist: “You’d be surprised to know how much time was spent on this painting.” Friend: “Yes, I’ve heard that people stand here by the hour trying to make out what it represents.” Mellon: “How is Simpson making out since he developed a magnetic personality?” Waters: “Terrible. He’s attracted so many friends he can’t get any work done.” Policeman: “Lady, don't you know that, is a safety zone?” Woman Driver: “Of course—that)8 why I drove in here” 1st Yegg: “I need glasses.” 2nd Yegg: “What makes you think so?” 1st Yegg: “Well, I was twirling the knob of a safe last night and a dance orchestra began to play.” “Did you like the cigar I gave you? For 500 coupons of that brand you get a banjo.” “If I smoked 500 of those cigars, I'd want a harp.” Diner: “Here, waiter, tell the orchestra to play Carmen while I eat this beefsteak.” Waiter: “Yes, sir. But may I in- quire why?” Diner: “I want to hear the Toreador song. I feel like a bullfighter.” Brevity is the soul of modem journalism. A budding journalist was told never to use two words where one would do. He carried out thin advice in reporting a fatal accident. “John Jones struck a 'match to see if there ivas any gasoline in the tank. There was. Age 65.” Johnny, 10, on applying for a position as office boy was told by the smart manager: “No, I am afraid you are too small. I think the reason is because your legs are too short” With a smile the young applicant looked up and replied. “Huh, what this place needs is brains, not legs.” He got the job. The waiter was taking the order of a pretty girl who was accompanied by a florid, podgy, middle-aged nuin. “And how about the lobster?” the waiter inquired. “Oh, he can order whatever he likes,” came the startling reply. First Novice Golfer: “Are you the man who went around this course in 76?” Second Ditto: “Certainly not I was born in 98.” Even his best friends wouldn't tell him, and so he flunked the exam.— Notre Dame Jugler. PAGE 8 A Mistake Somewhere THEY were a very green couple from a country village on their honeymoon. A town friend had recommended a certain Chicago restaurant where shellfish were a specialty. “Oh,” said the bride, after scanning the menu, “I think I’ll have a dozen lobsters!” “Lobsters, madam?” echoed the waiter. “Do you mean that?” “Of course she means lobsters!” The groom gave the waiter a severe look. “And you may bring me a dozen, too.” In due time the waiter appeared staggering under two trays piled high with the red shellfish. He placed a dozen in front of the girl and a dozen in front of the man. The young husband looked at them aghast. So did his bride. She was the first to recover her speech. “Don’t you think, dearest,” she said, in a very small voice, “that maybe it was oysters Harold told us to get?” “My boy,” said the millionaire, lecturing his son on the importance of economy, “when I was your age I carried water for a gang of brick layers.” “I’m proud of you, father,” answered his off-spring; “if it hadn’t been for your pluck and perseverance, I might have had to do something of that sort myself.” Dentist: “Where is that aching tooth?” Theater TJsher: “Balcony first row to the right.” Her better-half arrived home at 2 a. m. and at 2:30 after she had finished her lecture she said, “Well, what have you to say?” “I sure am glad that I ain’t King Solomon,” he mumbled, crawling into bed. ♦ « Teacher: “What do we call a man who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?” Johnny: “A teacher.” She: “Oh, John, I’ve just discovered that the woman next door has a hat exactly like mine.” He: “Now, I suppose you’ll want me to pay for a new one.” She: “Well, dear, that would be cheaper than moving.” GOSSIP Bob Blackmer's heart beat so loud and fast when Opal Ruggles visited school that Miss Reusch thought they were fixing the water pipe again. Amy Coleson is so good in Speech, it won’t be long before we’ll have a Joan Crawford in our midst. When Clara Baker dreams, her dream man is Felix Andrulis. To Clifford Dillingham—Mears can’t be found on V the map anymore, but in its place he found Maxine Kaufman. Bill Bunch is seen courtin’ Eloise Munger about town. Buelah Rummer and Edgar Reeds can’t seem to get along. Claude Stover is having a terrible time trying to find out who the Colleen Marie is who writes him love letters. It might be Geraldine Walker, but we rather doubt it. Raymond Marshall’s comments on ladies’ styles leads us to believe he was born 60 years too soon as he would rather have lived in the age when they wore skirts of floor length with 8 or 10 petticoats. Boys, if you can’t think of a verse to put in your girls' autograph book, just see Art Olsen or look in Stella Bray’s for one. We wonder if Betty Padeckey doesn’t think Tony L. would fall for the fainting act. Ross Purdy said his first love affair began at Long Lake, Michigan, but we are inclined to think it was row G, seat 16. Ted Nelson has been seen sprinting over the Grist Mill hill. Could he really have been going to Fosters for milk or does the milkman’s daughter interest him more? Found: Womens’ apparel in the girls’ shower room. Owners please see Helen Hackett. Who are the two Sophomore girls (a blonde and a brunette) that Tom Welsh and Don Powers court while taking care of their peach orchard? Goyt Reed goes down the hall singing “Lonely Lane.” What’s the matter, having trouble, Old Pal? A strange thing happened to the chords in Laverl Beebe’s neck so she couldn’t, face the screen at the movies. The Custer boys behind her felt so sorry for her to think she missed the show. Basketball boys’ theme song, “When Every Bone in Your Body Aches, Be Glad You’re Not a Herring.” Wouldn’t you be surprised if you heard Willie Shoultz had traded his Model T for a cow? Junior Rogers has fallen hard for Marjorie Trommater. We wonder why Olendorf is so interested in Comptons Encyclopedia, volume 15????? Margaret Mitteer’s budding romance is centered around Richard Davidson, her latest. The heartsick look on Don Powers’ face isn’t illness. He’s just lonesome since Elnora Durham has been snowbound in Crystal. Ole declared that Bette Welsh will tell lies in his class and Edna Winget, will swear to them. Jack Corbin tells us that Nancy and Alice Jane spend their free evenings cutting out dresses for paper dolls. What is this agreement between Bud Lurie and Florence Leight? Lillian Van Tassel and Robert Walker are organizing a debate club. Want to join? Nothing doing. This one only takes two members. Chuck Landon thought he was automatically made ice king when Muriel was elected ice queen. JOKES It was an arduous task for Miss Green to drum into her youthful pupils the principles of arithmetic. “Now listen,” she said. “In order to subtract, things have to be in the same denomination. This is what I mean: Now, you couldn’t take three apples from four peaches, nor eight marbles from eight buttons. It must be three apples from four apples, and so on. Do you understand?” The majority seemed to grasp the idea. Junior W., however, raised a timid hand. “Please, ma’am,” he inqiured, “couldn’t you take three quarts of milk from two cows?” Waiter: (in England) “Macauley used to dine at this very inn, miss.” Miss Reusch: “It must have been some eggs like these that inspired him to write, “Lays of Ancient Rome.” Hershey L., while at a neighbor’s, was given a piece of bread and butter, and he politely said, “Thank you.” “That’s right, Hershey,” said the lady, “I like to hear little boys say “ ‘Thank you’.” “Well,” added Hershey, “if you want to hear me say it again, you might put some jelly on it.” “Did you enjoy your dinner, Dave?” asked Mr. Hyslop. “Yes, except the dessert. That was terrible,” replied Dave. “Did you have the plum tart or lemon pie?” “I don’t know. It tasted like glue!” “Ah, it was the plum tart. The lemon pie tastes like paste.” Mrs. Spitler: “My goodness, Garth! How did you get such dirty hands?” Garth S.: “Washin’ my face!” What did Jack Salter do when Lorraine Stevens (his heart’s desire) said she was cold? Nothing! Ain’t that a shame. Tish, tish, Jack. Salesman: “How did you happen to have an accident with that used car I sold you?” Olendorf: “I couldn’t put out my hand while I was pushing it around a corner.” PAGE 9 LITERATURE AND WHAT-NOT (Concluded from Page 3) they could stay here in Hart longer and get acquainted with all our pretty ladies. Of course, they enjoyed having their pictures taken by Rita Luce, Margie Grate, Virginia Lykens, and other admiring femmes. And the cute wee bida from Muskegon— he sort of took a fancy to Mugs, didn’t he? “The wheel of fortune goes ’round and ’round, and where it stops, nobody knows.” “All right, all right, and the telephone is Murryhill 89933.” Well, if you haven’t guessed it, you’re not very good at guessing games, and you really should devote your spare time in less strenuous work. Of Course! Major Bowes is Coming to Town! Strike up the band! We’ve never had such excitement since way back in 73—it was ’73, wasn't it?—at the Chicago fire. Only it’s sort of reversed —people ran away from the fire, and they are running as fast they can toward that lovable old chap, Major Bowes! Home-town talent will be displayed February 25, at Major Bowes amateur show. Don’t miss it! The Boys’ and Girls’ Glee clubs, under the direction of Miss Stout, will present an operetta, “Once in a Blue Moon,” March 20. For full particulars, see the next issue of the Hartian. And once again, to the strains of “Home, Sweet Home” or “Lights Out,” I gather my belongings together and proceed to depart—Auf Wiedersen (spelling?)—Till We Meet Again—et cetera—which brings to my mind another jinglet: “Time flies, you say. Ah, no; Time stays, we go.” Adios! JOKES Mr. Decker (warning his pupils against catching cold): “I had a little cousin, seven years old, and one day he took his new sled out in the snow. He caught pneumonia and three days later he died.” Thomas W’s voice from the rear: “Where’s his sled?” Jack Corbin was suffering from a severe cold and his mother gave him a bottle of cough mixture to take while he was at school. On his return home she asked him if he had taken his medicine regularly. “Oh, no,” replied Jack. “But Chucky Landon did. He liked it so I swapped it for a handful of peanuts.” Glenn Cowles (while shaving): “What in the world can be the matter with my face! Its all covered with green blotches. I must be coming down with some horrible disease.” Mrs. Cowles: “Oh, I’m sorry, darling! It’s my fault. I used your shaving brush to paint the screens and I forgot to clean it.” Maurice Reed: “Me father and a man named Dooley have been fighting for 20 years, but now they’ve stopped.” “Why? Did they bury the hatchet?” M. R.: “No; they buried Dooley.” GIRL CHEER LEADERS RECEIVE TRAINING The Evander Childs High School, New York City, has the distinction of being the first school to have organized girl cheer leaders. The popularity of this innovation has led other schools to follow suit. Girls of the school take their cheer leading quite seriously and go through a special course of study and training. Every day, after the regular school session has ended, the cheer leaders may be seen rehearsing their actions either in front of a great mirror set up in the school gymnasium or in the school yard. There is a special action for every different cheer and the rehearsal is as important as that of actors preparing a play. THE BRAVE MAN ryTIE WORLD has not much sympathy for cowards. We like a man to take defeat without whining, to face disaster with a smile and to play the man at all times. Some men are afraid even of their own shadow, and their record runs are made when they are fleeing from some real or imaginary danger. Quite frequently such men are the loudest in boasting what great deeds they will do. The brave man seldom boasts; in many cases he is not quite sure what he will do when he comes under fire, and he says little about it. The difference between the brave man and the coward is not the matter of fear, for the brave man may be more afraid than the coward. But in the grave man the spirit rules. The body may shrink and tremble, but the spirit never falters, and the spirit is master. There may be men of whom it can be said that they are never afraid of anything, but usually intelligent men know very well what fear means; and, while we may grow accustomed to danger, yet in all highly-strung nervous organizations fear is a very real factor. Fear is nothing to be ashamed of. The brave man fears, but he goes forward. Death may lie right ahead of him, but if duty points the way he never halts. The brave man may fail, but he never fails his friends. He may face over-whelming odds and he may fall in a hopeless fight, but living or dying, he will play the man. We honor the brave. Anglo-Saxon or Hindu, Japanese or Zulu, the world pays its tribute to the men who have mastered fear, the men who teach us how to live grandly and to die bravely. It is not often possible for youth to be without fear, but it is always possible to be brave. And, not seldom, the women are braver than the men. PAGE 10 Some Poor Boys CHARLES DICKENS was a label-sticker in a shoe blacking factory. Who DANIEL DEFOE, author of “Robinson Crusoe ’ was the son of a butcher. SIR RICHARD ARKWRIGHT, inventor of the cotton-spinning frame, was a barber. MICHAEL FARADAY, % the famous chemist and physicist, was a journeyman bookbinder, the son of a blacksmith. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN was a journeyman printer, the son of a tallow-chandler. Became Famous LINNAEUS, the great Swedish naturalist, was a poor student, who mended his shoes with paper, and often depended on chance generosity for a meal. JOHN BUNYAN, author of “The Pilgrim’s Progress,” was a traveling tinker. GIUSEPP.E GARIBALDI, whom Italians revere as their liberator, was the son of a sailor, and was at various times a candlemaker and small farmer. BEN JONSON, on whose grave in Westminster Abbey is the famous inscription, “O Rare Ben Jon-son,” was a poor boy, the stepson of a bricklayer. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was the son of a glover in a little country town; both his grandfathers were husbandmen. NAPOLEON was a penniless second lieutenant in 1785, and in 1804 he was crowned an emperor. AESOP and HOMER, the most famous of the early Greek writers, were respectively, if the stories told of them are true, a hunchback slave and blind beggar. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS, discoverer of the new world, was a sailor, the son of a woolcomber. TRAJAN, perhaps the greatest of all Rome’s emperors, was the son of a common soldier, and began his career in the ranks. VIRGIL, whose “Aeneid” is the typical Latin epic, was the son of a small farmer. ROBERT BURNS, Scotland’s lyric poet, was the son of a poor nurseryman, and was himself a small farmer and a revenue officer. GEORGE STEPHENSON, the inventor of the locomotive, was the son of a fireman at a colliery; he began life as his father’s helper. CAPT. JAMES COOK, the famous English navigator, was the son of a farm laborer. THOMAS MOORE, author of the “Irish Melodies,” was the son of a country grocer. JOHN KEATS, author of “Endymion,” was the son of a hostler. JEAN FRANCOIS MILLET, painter of “The Angelus,” was a farm laborer, the son of a small farmer. jamf:s watt, inventor of the condensing steam engine, was the son of a small merchant, who failed in business. CARDINAL WOLSEY, Henry VIPs famous prime minister, was the son of a butcher. EDMUND KEAN, the celebrated tragedian, was the son of a stage carpenter. PAGE 11 Rare Portrait Passes Through Generations Rare portrait of “The Father of His Country” which, it is believed, was painted from life. The valuable relic, together with several other portraits, is the nucleus of a museum at the University of Virginia, under the terms of the will of Mrs. Louis McLane Tiffany of Baltimore. The picture was owned for years by succeeding generations of the Custis family and until recently was kept at Mount Custis, in Accomac county, Virginia. Although it was originally thought to have been painted from life, by George William Peale, it is now believed to be the work of the latter’s son, Rembrandt Peale. THE HARTIAN Hart High School 10c Per Copy Hart, Michigan MARCH, 1936 r 'W Spring Ilouseclcaning Editorially Speaking When asked for the most important rule of etiquette a person of authority replied, “Just kindly remember to extend courtesy to everyone whom you meet, and you cannot be far from right.” How very well this applies to us while in high school! First, perhaps, comes the courtesy due the teachers from the students and that due the students from the teachers. A boy should stand aside to allow a girl or woman to enter a door first, and if necessary, hold it open for her. When he meets one of his girl schoolmates or a lady teacher on the street he should not forget to tip his hat. Through laziness or thoughtlessness high school boys often disregard this common courtesy. Be courteous to your fellow students in the matter of grades. If another student has studied just as hard as you have done, but has not made so high a mark, do not embarrass him by referring to it in any way. A stranger in our midst would often be much surprised at the things we say to one another. Remarks made partly in fun often leave bitter hurts. They are just as easily avoided. We are apt to forget the courtesy due our janitor. He does everything in his power to make us comfortable, and yet who bothers to pick up a bit of paper, to avoid bringing mud into the building? Little things? Yes, but things that save him a great deal of extra work, and makes for the students a staunch friend. If each of us will be kindly and thoughtful in attitude, putting others before self, then none can say that we lack in courtesy. ------o------- What the Schools Do 1— Co-operate with parents to have every beginner enter school free from remediable defects. 2— Provide clean, comfortable, beautiful buildings and playfields. 3— Provide a wholesome and happy atmosphere and routine. 4— Train in health habits. 5— Teach facts of personal and public health. 6— Provide health examinations. 7— Provide special facilities for handicapped children. Silent Reading Silent reading is very important and should be given a definite place in each day’s program. Every child should learn to read silently very rapidly and should be able to understand what he has read. Children should be broken of lip movement as early as the second grade because it will be a hindrance to them through school. Those who are very slow in silent reading should be helped by the teacher. She may ask questions about the story that will interest them so much they will want to read to find the answer. As soon as children are able to tell what they read, the teacher should let them read the entire story and then ask different ones to tell something about it to see if they really do understand what they have read. Most children like to read orally. They also enjoy hearing someone else read if that person reads well. If some of the children are very slow in reading, they should be given more drill in words and phrases. A definite time should be taken each day to review all old words and phrases and learn new ones. By and by those children who were so slow will be doing much better in read- ing. Sometimes a child that reads clearly and distinctly makes the other children understand the story better. It is better if they get it clearer in their minds before they tell the story to someone else. Much supplementary reading is done in the second grade. The child may choose a book and read it silently at his seat and then later read or tell it to the other children in the class. They enjoy this kind of reading very much. If some children are slow they will have to be given a longer time to prepare their story. A child must always have his story well in hand before he reads it before the others in his class. Knowledge Life is a magic vase filled to the brim; so made that you cannot dip it nor draw from it, but it overflows into the hand that drops treasures into it—drop in malice and it overflows hate; drop in charity and it overflows love. —Ruskin. ------o----- Java is an island of comparatively recent volcanic origin. ------o----- The natural gaits of the horse are the walk, canter and trot. PAGE 2 S THE HARTIAN S S3 ?3 HART, MICH., MARCH 26, 1936 BOARD EDITORS Editor...................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor..............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager.....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary ............................Mildred Lurie Photography ................................Lorraine Halladay Society ..................................Marguerite Winget Humor.........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics.................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics .....................Elaine Grate Typist .............................Marjorie Reed LITERATURE AND WHAT-HAVE-YOU Hello, Hart High! This is your high school correspondent here once again to bring you all the news and newz from Hart High and vicinity. First of all, Mr. Dalman announced the valedictorian and salutatorian and the 13 honor students of the class of '36. Orchids to you, Gladys Shinn, and to you, Bette Welsh, valedictorian and salutatorian, respectively. And the 13 honor students are as follows: Mildred Lurie, Mary Jean Dayharsh, Amy Coleson, Lorraine Halladay, Coralie Sloan, Arthur Harris, Wallace May, Elaine Grate, Neil Weirich, Peter Shimkus, Ivan Robinson, Clara Baker, and Edna Mae Winget. And buttercups to you, Barbara Jenkins, for being seventeenth in the class. Congratulations to all of you, and to all of the remaining graduates-to-be of the class of ’36. The Seniors chose a class flower, lily-of-the-val-4 ley, after a much heated discussion. (Some bright child wanted the cauli-flower for the class flower.) They also chose the class motto: “Not the sunset, but the dawn.” Last year’s class colors will still be retained, green and white. The Junior girls won the inter-class basketball tournament this year. In the final game they defeated the illustrous Seniors by one point. Hart played a fine game against Scottville at the tournament at Shelby, March 6. We lost the game, but—we do have a good team. Scottville won the class C tournament and Whitehall, the class D. The Junior High had a party Friday, the thirteenth. Some Sub-deb members ambled up there to see how the party was getting along without them, and Benjie got mad. They politely left the party—and joined some Freshmen on the fire escapes. They also went on the swings in the playground which made them recollect their days of infancy, or first childhood. The speech contest was held on Monday, March 9. The entrants in the oratory contest were Edna Mae Winget, Amy Coleson, Bessie McCarty, Gladys Shinn, and Mildred Lurie. Dandelions to myself, Mildred Lurie, for winning by a mouth. The entrants in the declamation contest were Stella Bray, Jane Davidson, Arthur Olson, Lorrain Berger, Maureen Munger, Evelyn North, and Margaret Mit-teer. Arthur Olson emerged from the mass, the victor! The two winners will go to Scottville, March 24 and compete with the Western Michigan schools. April 14 the larger schools of this district will meet at Hart for a contest February 18, the teachers, represented by Messrs. Dalman, Olendorf and Cowles, and assisted by Bud Hanson and Franklin Demmon, played the Hart High school’s first team. The score was 16-27, in favor of the teachers. Messrs. Dalman, Olendorf, and Cowles played a splendiferous game. The spectators cheered loudly for both teams, with a trifle partiality for the high school team. Dalman showed his “grand-stand style” by making basket after basket. Cowles showed his by dribbling very prettily across the floor—and not making basket after basket. Olendorf showed his by hogging all the floor space when he pivoted. Of course Frank Demmon couldn’t play as good as usual because there were very few girls in the audience. Bud Hanson, in his own calm, sweet, quiet way, showed off very nicely indeed. The first team was slightly handicapped by the height and width of the teachers, but all in all, they played a good game, and a swell time was had by all. Marge Reed contributed the following verse. We dedicate it to S. B. and any other maiden who is sighing, “ ’Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” “My love has flew, Him did me dirt; Me did not knew Him was a flirt. To those in love Let I forbid. Lest they be doed Like I been did.” PAGE 3 NOTE: The Hartian staff realizes that this school and its activities are not as perfect as they could be; therefore, we have inaugurated a new column, “As the Students See It,” to which we want you and you and you to contribute all your pet peeves, personal grievances, and any spasms you desire to get rid of. • “ONCE IN A HLIJE MOON” The high school operetta was presented March 20 by the boys’ and girls’ glee clubs, under the direction of Miss Stout. The cast was as follows: The Moon Lady ....................Elnora Durham Mrs. Montgomery ..................Mildred Lurie Sylvia Montgomery ................Evelyn North Leatrice Montgomery .............Barbara Kludy Mrs. Lila Lavendar ...............Marian Pugsley George Taylor (alias Bob Harrington) ........ .............................Herbert Lombard Mr. Babbitt Morton ..............Maurice Nichols Betty Morton .....................Eloise Munger Billy Maxwell ......................Bill Bunch Skylark ....................................Carl Hill Mooney ...........................Ivan Robinson Suzanne ....................Marjorie Trommater Hop Sing ................................Wallace May Orchids to Miss Stout for all her work in mak- ing this operetta a success, and geraniums to Miss Reusch for playing the accompaniment for all the songs. Rita was a blue moon choruser. Edna, Bette, Mugs and Mary Jean were ushers. (That was stated so they could have their names in the Hartian.) Coming events cast their shadows . . . The Carnival . . . April 17-18. Please be thinking about whom you are going to nominate and boost for carnival queen. And like the Arabs, when they have stayed in one place long enough, I will fold up my tent, gather up my pencils, and leave. Adios! A HORSE CAN’T PULL WHILE KICKING, THIS FACT I MERELY MENTION; AND HE CAN’T KICK WHILE PULLING, WHICH IS MY CHIEF CONTENTION. AS THE STUDENTS SEE IT (Contribution: to this column will be greatly appreciated. Give them to M. Lurie or B. Welsh. Thank you.) “WHY I I)ON‘T BRING HOME ALL AV’ “Well, Mom, you see, this time I can’t get on the honor roll, because I’ve had a cold all six weeks and almost had to stay in bed because my throat was so sore, and that ain’t all, Mom, I’ve been working ever so hard for one of the teachers, Miss Elliott. She makes us work : o hard in English and Literature, and I have to use all my time on English. You probably wonder why I don't study at home. Well, you knew that I had orchestra all six weeks, practicing for “Amateur Night,” so we could be the only professionals on the program. That brings up another point: being up late nights makes a guy feel sleepy the next, and he can’t get his lessonr. There’s another teacher up there, Miss Reusch; she’s head of the assembly second period and she flirts with me. I-er- that is, I mean she talks all the time and I can’t seem to get my work. “The e cold mornings it freezes a guy up to come to school, and in Mr. Cowles’ class, we thaw out and don't get what he says. Of course, it isn’t important or anything; but then, it might help if we would listen to him. “So you see, Ma, it’s awful hard for a guy to make the honor roll the way the school is run, and during the winter, anyway. I guess you can see how I feel about it.”—Robert Tripp (ninth). A Spasm “HOW TO RETAIN SOIL FERTILITY” To begin with, you must never put fertilizer on your soil. You mu; t grow potatoes until the worms and bugs become so bad that you can’t grow potatoes any more. Then if you aren’t too discouraged, you may try some kind of grain. There aren’t so many different kinds of bugs and diseases to combat in this line agriculture. On actual count, there is only 10,046.6 different kinds of bugs and diseases. This is not counting the red striped black and blue bug, which are so small you have to count them under twin microscopes. By this time the grain will be growing so small that you’ll decide to pasture trained fleas, who spend their time playing tiddley winks with silver pennies. So as the years roll by, you’ll change your mind about farming, and probably go in for raising home-ick horses and tubercular cows. There is quite a demand for them in the army, I hear (or don’t I hear?) —Ross Purdy (A Senior, believe it or not!) ---------------o-------- Don’t think of your friends merely as people who can do you favors and help you to have a good time. The girl whose friendship has to be purchased by giving her pleasure or doing her kindnesses makes the word friend as cheap and unlovely as the price tag at a bargain sale. --------o-------- Go on. Don’t stop because of criticism. Don’t slow up to listen to the wails of the trailers. Hew your way through. Keep smiling. PAGE 4 EIGHTH GRADE a Bottom row—Robert Tice, Eldonna Morrell, June Highland, Frances Reames, Eulalia Baker, William Leemhuis, Louie Munger, Carl ££eelhoff. Second row—Dori Nelsen, Dawn Bettin, Genevieve Cole, Mildred Campbell, Hannah Fuller, Raymond Fay, Ira Chichester, Orlando Fuller, Curtis Royers. Third row—Alice Jane Winget, Charlotte Hart, Eva Hale, Marjorie Gowell, Charlotte Lou Chandler, John Fletcher, Walter van Allsburg, Carl Eckl xnd, Everett Greiner, I ester Wycoff. Fourth row—Dorothy Chichester, Norma Giesey, Kathryn Budde, Nedra Dillingham, Olive Sather, Levi Ducolon, Burnie Barclay, Wayne Tate, Jack M 7ick. F'fth row—Frank Till, Willard Chichester, Donald Hart, Fred Stevens, William Dillingham, Mr. Benjamins. SEVENTH GRADE Top row—Max Wellman, Hollis Billings, Charles Brown, Ernest Frost, Harvey Reeds. Third row—Wayne Ducolon, Oakley Wicks, Harry Watkins, Margaret Harris, Mona Mack, Clara Mae Estes, Gertrude Commins, Miss Green. Second row—Beulah Rummer, Evelyn Olson, Pauline Grate, Evelyn Reams, Marion Barclay, Etta Robbins, Mariaiv Taylor, Leo Baker. First row—Frank Polly, Edwarcl Hawley, Dorothy Pugsley, Kathleen Roche, Jean Purdy, Marjorie Kokx, Bonnie Jones, Jack Stoneman. y PAGE 5 BETH’S ERRAND BRINGS CHEER ETH meant to please Josephine, but she grumbled all the way, under her breath. “That’s what I am doing today—ugh!” grumbled Beth Man . “I’m going slumming willy nilly, all because that ridiculous little chum o’ mine fell off her wheel and sprained her ankle. ‘Do go, dear, there’s a good girl,’ says she to me. “Well, of course, I came, I’m to go to a place by the name of Torr Alley, knock at the craziest door there and, then—well, nobody knows what I shall do then! I shall sit on the edge of a chair and talk about the weather. I shan’t dare to look at her, for Joe says she’s all crushed and out of shape, poor creature!” After a while the car stopped and Beth descended into the hot, noisome street. “Torr Alley is straight ahead, miss,” the motor-man said, “you can’t miss it.” “But I want to ‘miss it!” the girl laughed grimly to herself. “Here goes!” as she knocked at one of the doors. “Come in,” called a sweet, faint voice. “The knob turns the wrong way.” The room Beth entered was conspicuous only for two things—for emptiness and cleanness. There seemed to be nothing in it but scrubbed, bare boards —at first. Afterwards she saw an iron bedstead and a stand and a chair or two. In the sunny window a little bird piped bravely at intervals. Beth did not dare to look at the iron bedstead. “Good morning,” she stammered, but she meant good afternoon. “I am Josephine Bailey’s chu— friend. I came for her, because she has sprained her ankle. She said she promised to come.” “Oh! I am sorry she is hurt! She is so sweet. I never had another friend like her.” “I haven’t asked you to sit down, its owner cried with self-scorn. Then it added, quietly, “I’m sorry, but you will have to get the chair yourself. The bird in the sunny window took occasion to attempt an ambitious trill, and the embarrassing little space was bridged over with song. Beth sat in one of the wooden chairs, and tried to be entertaining. She talked of the weather and the war just over, and of Joe. Then suddenly she cried, with a little laugh: “There, I meant to introduce myself first thing! I’m Beth—Elizabeth Man . I’m Joe’s chum.” “I’m Maggie—just Maggie,” the sweet voice laughed cheerily. “You don’t know me, but I know you—yes, indeed! Miss Josephine has talked about you to me.” They were getting a little—a very little—acquainted, and the talk ran smoother. “What do you do all day long—how can you live?” Beth asked after a little. Her voice was full of honest, wondering pity. Maggie smiled. “Often I listen to Sweetheart’s singing—the bird, you know. Miss Josephine brought him--and I watch the pictures on the floor. I can tell just what time it is by them, and when to expect mother home from the factory. When it rains I have to guess. That’s what I love to do—guess things I guess who’s going by in the street and what Miss Josephine is doing, and—and you. I hope you didn’t mind. A smile of contentment came over her. Then her worn, face for the first time looked like a girl’s. Beth felt something odd and hard in her throat. There was a period of silence in the bare, clean room. The bird took advantage of it again. “Doesn’t he sing beautifully?” cried Maggie, when the song ended in a chirp. “Do you know he’s one of my guesses? I guess what he thinks about, and if he remembers his little brown-and-yellow wife, and is homesick for her. Sometimes I can hear it in his songs, ‘Little brown wife— brown wife,’ he calls, ‘I’m lonely for you—for you— for you’!” The little fellow piped wistfully, hopping from perch to perch and tilting his small head continually. “Hear him—can’t you hear it?—‘Little brown wife —brown wife,’ ” cried Maggie. “No, I can’t,” sighed Beth. “He just says ‘cheep, cheep, che-ep’ to me! I can’t guess things. Don’t you ever read pretty stories?” she added, abruptly. “Not now—I could once,” Maggie answered gently. “Once I read part of a story. That was before my arms gave out. I could lift them, then, you know. It was a beautiful tale. I guess the end of it nearly every day. You don’t know how many ends I’ve guessed to that story!” “Why didn’t you read it all?” “No, I had to stop right in the best part. I was sorry.” “What was the name of it?” “Oh, it had a beautiful name—‘The Little Women.’ ” “Oh! ‘Little Women’—yes, I’ve read it,” she said. “But, now, I must go home. Joe said to tell you she would come as soon as her foot got well. It’ll not take long.” “But you—will you not come again, sometime, too?” Maggie said, wistfully. “Why, yes, sometimes,” Beth replied, vaguely. She went away, out into the unclean alley, with a queer, uncomfortable tugging at her heart-strings. Beth’s heartstrings were not hard to reach. She had a queer desire now to get away somewhere where she could cry. “Catch me going slumming for Joe again!” she grumbled. “It’s bad for my heart. I guess I could stand smells and dirt better than that. To lie guessing things all day long, week in and week out—always!” She decided to walk home in order to get a book for Joe at the public library. “What book did you say you wanted, miss?” inquired the library attendant politely. “Why, I didn’t say—I haven’t the least idea! Some- thing chirk—that is—or cheerful, you know,” Beth answered. Then on the instant one of her whims seized her. “I’ll take ‘Little Women,’” she said: The next day Beth went back to Torry Alley and carried “Little Women” under her arm. For two hours and a half Beth read aloud to Maggie. “I’ll come again tomorrow and finish,” she said. “It has been so beartiful. You have done me so much good!” cried Maggie, gratefully.” “It’s the other way about, Maggie,” said Bess. “You have done me the most good.” PAGE 6 CALENDAR Feb. 14—Shelby beat Hart 17-15. Feb. 17—Ole threatened to put a ball and chain on Cliff Dillingham because he wanders around so much. Feb. 18—The Speech and Literature classes had a singing class together “to warm up” until the janitor fixed a fire. Feb. 19—A few little Freshman boys were afraid to ask girls to go to the Fireman’s Ball, so they used the formal invitation by note. Feb. 20—Kiddie’s day! All girls wore hair bows and carried dolls. Even Mr. Benjamins enjoyed playing with Alice Jane Winget’s “nigger” doll. Feb. 21—Warning to all Seniors from Ole! If Freshmen change signs on the black-board they get a tongue lashing, but the Seniors are going to get shaken loose from their shoes. Fremont beat Hart. Feb. 24—Mr. Dalmon, as well as the Junior class, were quite pleased to see their pictures on the front page of the Hartian. Feb. 25—The amateur contest had an attendance of 600 people! It was a great success! Feb. 26—Ella McCall’s birthday. Mildred’s mother baked a birthday cake for her. Feb. 27—Chuckie Landon is going to the show twice with the dollar he won. Feb. 28—Barbara Jenkins, Edna Mae, and June Anderson were excused from shorthand class. Perry Slocum danced at our high school party. Mar. 2—Nancy Corbin is getting very poetic lately. If you are in the mood for poems, ask her to recite some of her fine works. Mar. 3—While Dick Rummer was showing off his Hercules’ strength, a piano fell on his hand and crushed his finger. Mar. 4—The Commercial classes had a party. Report cards were given out. Mar. 5—Charlie Brown has a new scheme for asking girls to go to the show. Why not ask that sheik where he gets his technique? Don’t be bashful, Charlie! Mar. 6—A big pep meeting was held and everyone was highly entertained by Perry Slocum’s mellow voice in “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Hart lost to Scottville by two points. Mar. 9—Gladys Shinn and Mary Dayharsh were sliding down the hill with the kindergarten boys. This can be taken as a warning for the kindergarten girls. Mar. 11—The honor students were announced. The Seniors selected their class flower and motto today. Mar. 12—The two West Michigan Conference teams were picked. Slocum and Read were selected from Hart. Mar. 13—The Juniors beat the Seniors by one point. They are the winners of the girls’ tournament. Mar. 16—If Ole would carry out all his threats that he talked of today, we might all look like rag dolls tomorrow. Mar. 17—The Senior class entertained H. H. S. with a St. Patrick’s program. The pretty nurse was just making her rounds of the patients in a hospital in France, during the war. She walked up to the first man, smiled sweetly and asked: “How many soldiers did you kill?” “I killed just one,” he replied. “Which hand did you shoot the gun with?” “My right one.” Therefore the nurse kissed his right hand. She passed on to the next one. Upon questioning him she found that he had killed two men, one with each hand. She kissed both hands. She went on to the next bed and said. “How many did you kill?” The man replied: “I killed 100.” “Which hand?” she asked. “Aw, I just bit ’em to death,” he replied. A young girl, a wealthy widow, and an old maid, all lived together. One night they all had a date. The widow said the next morning when they came down to breakfast each person was to say “morning” each time they had been kissed. The next morning the young girl came down to breakfast and said, “Good morning, lovely morning this morning, isn’t it?” The widow came down next. She said, “Good morning, lovely morning this morning, isn’t it? If the morning tomorrow morning is as nice a morning as the morning this morning was, it will be a nice morning tomorrow morning, won’t it?” The old maid entered the breakfast room. She looked around said, “Howdy.” Lucille Frost has been doing the cooking at her house, lately. She invited Perry up for dinner and said: “Darling, if I give you a meal like this every day this year, what will I get?” Perry: “My life insurance.” Far From Flattering Tommy Welsh: “I wish you’d learn better table manners; you’re a regular little pig at the table.” Deep silence on Tommy’s part. So Mr. Welsh, in order to impress him more, added: “I fay. Tommy, do you know what a little pig is?” “Yes, sir,” replied Tom meekly. “It’s a hog’s little boy.” Part-Time Job Mr. Snow, visiting Toronto, threw a nickel towards the blind man's cup. The coin missed and rolled along the pavement, but the man with the dark glasses quickly recovered it. “But I thought you were blind?” “No, I am not the regular blind man, sir,” he jaid, “I’m just taking his place while he’s at the movies.” Della C.: “I understand your job as the human cannon ball at the circus is very annoying.” Dick R.: “Yes, I get fired every day.” PAGE 7 BILL BOOSTER SAYS: — OME MORE SMRO0S, TREES VlklES AMD FLOWERS WILL improve ALMOST AWV RESIDENCE PROPERTY JHTOWH-CAKTT MAV E TOO MAfjy OF THEM = I’D LIKE 'TO SEE THE HOMES IkJ OUR ©IT EKJSHRIKJED IW COLORFUL LEAFY BOWERS’ SCRAPS The Egyptians made mummies of even insects and animals. Mosquitoes are a serious source of discomfort to Arctic explorers. Iceland will celebrate the 1,000th anniversary of its government in 1930. There are 145 different meanings to the letter T in the Chinese language. Norsemen, under Leif Erickson, visited the New England coast in the year 1000. La Salle, the explorer of the Mississippi river, was assassinated by his own men. Scientists estimate that in Egypt four children out of every 100 are blind in one eye. Benjamin Franklin’s portrait appeared on the first postage stamps issued in the United States. Eventually it is predicted flying machines will pick up “wireless power” from the earth, borrowing from Niagara, the Colorado river, and from other sources as they fly. Inventors say that 1,000 miles an hour is probable. The smallest book in the world is found in the Library of Congress, Washington, D. C., and is a photographic reproduction, I6V2 by 19 centimeters, of the “Rubaiyat” of Omar Khayyam. WORD STUDY “Vocation” is a stated or regular occupation. “Avocation” i3 a casual occupation, or interest outside of one’s regular occupation. Do not say “I hadn’t ought to go.” Say “I ought not.” Do not say “everywheres.” There is no such word. Do not say “it is generally said.” Say “commonly said.” Do not say “he is a splendid musician.” Say “talented musician.” “I claim that I can do the work better” is not incorrect, but “I maintain” is preferable. Words Often Mispronounced Impotent. Accent first syllable, not the second. Rancor. Pronounce rang-ker, not ran-ker. Quiescent. Pronounce kwi-es-ent, i as in “tie,” both e’s as in “met,” accent second syllable. Capitulate. Pronounce second syllable “pit,” not “pitch.” Impromptu. Pronounce the o as in “of,” u as in “unit,” sound both p’s, accent after second p. Ravenous. Pronounce the a as in “at,” accent after the v. Words Often Misspelled Gray is preferred to grey. Knead (to press). Infanticide; c, not s. Havoc; not k. Greasy; not z. Flamboyant; ant. Synonyms Adversity, disaster, distress, calamity, misfortune, hardship. Becoming, befitting, comely, decorous, graceful, suitable, worthy. Boundary, confines, border, barrier, enclosure, limit, margin. Embarrass, bewilder, confuse, abash, disconcert, chagrin. Brutish, beastly, bestial, brutal, carnal, lascivious, sensual. Calculate, compute, count, enumerate, estimate, number. Learn More Words Intrepid; bold; fearless; daring; dauntless. “Ho is worthy of a place among the intrepid poineers of history.” Stimulate; to rouse to acivity; animate. “We :ust do something to stimulate interest.” Indemnity; that which is given as compensation ior a loss. “What wras the amount of the indemnity exacted?” Tedious; causing weariness. “It is a slow and tedious process.” Unanimous; agreeing without dissent; harmonious. “He offered a motion to make Mr. Brown’s election unanimous.” Spasmodic; violent but short lived. “His work has been spasmodic.” --------o--------- It is estimated that 87 per cent of the statues are erected to the memory of men who were once called cranks. PAGE 8 GOSSIP Imagine my surprise when I came around the lockers and found Bobby Kokx and Hollis Billings holding hands! And to think Ross Purdy denies his affair with Cathrine Wilbur! Helen Hacket and Viola Reams decided to “Sit Right Down and Write Themselves a Letter.” Jean Harris is getting rather discouraged. It seems that the boys who take her fancy are all only heart high. What about this invitation Alice Lorenz has extended to Bud Ferris for a certain event in May? Don’t get me wrong even if it is leap year. Virginia Lykens’ heart beats seems to be over a certain red-head. Herbie and Marion are passing out R. G. Dunn cigars. Or at least that’s what it looks like. Haven’t you seen the box on Marion's desk? We wonder why Arthur Harris and Scott Hyslop motor to Whitehall so often lately? It will take a good lawyer to solve the triangle affair of Olson, Bray, and Czajkowski. Can you solve this? Bobby Kokx declares she walked home from the party with Mona Mack. Mona said she walked with Frances Reams and Bobby with Harry Watkins and Curt Rogers. Bobby says she “didn’t” do such a thing. So we’re getting no where fast, aren’t we? Maurice Reed took Paula Czajkowski to the show the other night. Maybe Maurice can thank his lucky stars he wears glasses. Dawn Bittine seems to be having a hard time choosing between John Gable and Johnny Johnson. Be sure and get this straight! Bob Tate has finally given Olive Sathers the air for Marguerite Christian, taking along Kenny Kokx, who has given Nina the air for Mary Alice Christian. Or I wonder if he didn’t do Nina a good turn and save her the trouble? Well, Kenny had better get over the spring fever, which he had all winter, or he might sleep all through school and forget to wake up in time for his date. Notice! The members of the Van Tassal-Walker Debate Club held their daily Periodical meeting of March 9, 4th period at 11:45. The members voted to include “Mickey” Walker and Agnes Varenhorst into the club on 4th period only. Meeting was adjourned. R. B. Walker, Sec’t. 0. K. by Van Tassel. Here are some love letters that have been floating around in the air. It might be a god idea to put these under lock when a member of the staff is around. “Alright Sweetheart, if you can guess who I am, I’ll make a date with you before the Junior-Senior ball. Answer ? (Now what charming boy could have written that to what charming girl?) Here’s another from the person who is “Sweetheart.” She’s not so bashful either! “You say you are ‘good-looking.’ Well, that’s the most important qualification, regardless of whom you are. So I’ll skip it. Bet you wouldn’t admit it if I did guess the right one, eh hon? “Tootsie” (Does anyone know who “Tootsie” is? Now “Tootsie,” is that nice to write notes in school when you should be studying? (Here’s a hint, if you’re interested, to find out all about this affair) “Listen, Toots—Robert Palen (he’s your hint, find out from him) knows who I am. Ask him if you’re interested. Do you still want to go to the J. Hop with me? After all those pretty things you said to me, I can’t forget that you love me. I would admit it if you guesied who I was. “I’m still your unknown Sweetie. Am I not?” Charlotte Hart is completely lost when Wayne Tate is absent from school. Harold Hackett had better be careful because Playboy Dick Rummer has taken a sudden liking to the desk in front of Della Cargill. Olendorf: “I once got a frightful cold from smoking a cigar.” Decker: “G’wan! How could a guy get a cold from a cigar?” Ole: “The fellow who threw it away had a dandy.” Bobbie Kokx: “You’re so different, Harry. My last boy friend took too long to say good night.” Harry W.: “Lingered, eh?” Bobbie: “No, stuttered.” Cowles: “Here’s a little book that tells all about milk.” Pete S.: “Why is it so small?” Cowles: “It’s a condensed version.” Mr. Pugsley: “Young man, do you really think you should be taking my daughter to night clubs and roadhouses all the time?” Herbert: “Indeed not. Let’s try to reason with her.” Kenneth K.: “How come you write so slowly, fella?” Bob Tate: “I gotta. My girl can’t read very fast.” PAGE 9 “Mummy, I can’t go to school today. “Why? “I don’t feel well.’’ “Where don’t you feel well? 9 “In school.” She was trying to be nice to the little girl whose mother was a great friend of hers. “I hope you are getting on well at school,” she said. “Now, I wonder if you can spell ‘horse. ” “I could if I wanted to,” replied the little girl. “But don’t you think it’s rather old-fashioned?” Teacher: “Now, Jimmie, tell me which month has twenty-eight days?” Jimmie: “They all have, teacher.” “That was greedy of you, Tommy, to eat your little sister’s share of pie.” “You told me, Mother, I was always to take her part,” replied Tommy. Teacher was trying to illustrate different adverbs as applied to speed. Walking across the room very rapidly, she turned and asked: “Now, children, how would you say I walked then?” All in chorus, they shouted: “Bow-legged!” Irate Mother (at dinner): “Johnny, I wish you’d stop reaching for things. Haven’t you a tongue?” Johnny: “Yes, mother, but my arm’s longer.” Little Mary, getting her first sight of a peacock: “Look quick, auntie, one of your chickens is in bloom.” “Shiver, my timbers I This phonograph is playing my favorite ditty.” Aunt Florence sent little Evelyn to to the store one Saturday afternoon to buy some lace. After wrapping it up, the clerk said: “There are ten yards of lace at 12 cents a yard; how much does that coma to!” To which little Evelyn pertly replied: “Well, I’m not going to tell. I have to study arithmetic all the rest of the week and I’m not going to bother my head with it on Saturday.” A little girl ran into the house crying bitterly, and her mother asked her what was the matter. “Billy has broken my dolly, ' she sobbed. “How did he break it?” asked her mother. “I hit him on the head with it,” was the answer. • • • Teacher: “Can you tell me the name of any animal peculiar to Australia?” Boy: “The rhinoceros, sir.” Teacher: “Wrong. That’s not fonnd in Australia.” Boy: “Well, sir, that’s exactly why it would be peculiar.” “I went to the dentist yesterday. “Does the tooth still ache?” “I don’t know; he kept it.” 31UY, YOUR MAMMAS calling ikr £T SHE'S MAO No, SHE ISA r— I ShE'P call me WILLIAM IF SHE WAS “Oh, mother may I go to the masquerade tomorow as a milkmaid?” “No; you are too small.” “Then may I go as a condensed milk maid?” • Teacher: “Jimmy, what does the word ‘kitchenette’ mean?” Jimmy explained correctly. Teacher: “Now, Frank you were not listening to that. You use ‘kitchenette’ in a sentence for me.” Frank: “Mary went in the kitchen ’n et all she could find.” “Johnnie,” said the teacher, “I want you to write a three-page theme, telling me why you came into my English class.” The next day Johnnie handed in the fc following: “Dear teacher, I will give you ten dollars if you tell me why.” OUR PANTRY SHELF : ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ HINTS ON USING LEFTOVER RICE Several Ways of Taking Care of Cold Material The United States Department of Agriculture recommends some of the following ways of using cold cooked rice: Cold rice, or rice reheated by steaming, may be used as a breakfast dish with sugar and cream, with stewed fruits with baked or coddled apples. Rice reheated by steaming may be served on a platter surrounded with carrots and peas, or turned over in browned butter or other fat. Rice may be combined with vegetables and served cold with cheese sauce or mayonnaise as a salad. Rice may be used for thickening soups, or in scalloped dishes instead of bread crumbs, or combined with chopped meat and seasoned with onion, parsley, or celery seed and made into croquettes. Rice mixed with a little chopped meat and green pepper or celery makes a good stuffing for tomatoes or baked fish, or to place between two steaks of fish for baking. The tougher cuts of meat may be combined in stews with leftover rice. Rice may be recooked in milk, and a little butter or other fat and sugar added. This makes a nourishing dish for children or invalids. Rice scalloped with white sauce in which chopped or grated cheese has been melted, makes a substantial and appetizing dish suitable for luncheon or supper. Water from cooked rice may be used in soups, for the liquid in scalloped dishes, or for starching sheer materials. --------o--------- GREATEST OF FESTIVALS Easter is the Church’s supreme festival. It sounds the highest symphony of Christianity. It echoes the sublimest oratorio of Faith. It is the sunrise of Hope over this darkened world. On it the outburst of angelic song at the Nativity attains its most exultant note. Who said rabbits don’t lay eggs? This young lady seems to have a bit of weighty evidence to prove that they do. CHOPS WITH APPLES STUFFED RIB PORK When you find the very large rib pork chops in the market you can immediately plan an extra good dinner. Have the pork chops cut at least an inch and a half thick, and either ask the butcher to split each one to make a pocket for stuffing, or do so yourself. One chop will be enough to allow for each person. After the savory stuffing described herewith has been put into the chops, they are baked very slowly in a casserole or a covered baking pan. The apple that tradition requires as an accompaniment to pork is cooked with the chops and enhances the flavor. As all pork should be thoroughly cooked give the chops plenty of time in a moderate oven. The bureau of home economics of the United States Department of Agriculture furnishes the following directions for preparing chops in this way: Six rib chops, 1% inches thick. PAGE 11 1 cup fine dry bread crumbs, M cup chopped celery, 1 tbs. butter, 1 tbs. minced onion. 1 tbs. chopped parsley, V tsp. salt, % tsp. savory seasoning, dash of pepper, % tsp. celery seed, 3 tart red apples. For the stuffing cook the celery, onion and parsley in the butter for a few minutes; add the bread crumbs and seasonings and stir until well mixed. Wipe the chops with a damp cloth. Cut a pocket in each chop. Sprinkle the chops lightly with salt and pepper and rub lightly with flour. Sear the chops in a heavy, hot skillet, turning the fat edges down at first and then 'browning both sides. Then fill each chop with stuffing and skewer the edges together with toothpicks. Lay the stuffed chops on a rack in a baking dish or pan with cover. On the top of each place, cut side down, one-half of an apple which has been cored but not pared. Cover closely and bake in a moderate oven (350 to 375 degrees Fahrenheit) for about 45 minutes, or until the meat is tender. Lift the chops and apples together from the baking dish onto a hot platter and remove the toothpick skewers. Garnish with parsley and serve at once. ROLLED AND FANCY CHEESE SANDWICH Different Chopped Vegetables May Be Worked In Neufchatel or cream cheese is used in both the rolled and the fancy sandwiches. The rolled sandwiches are spread with cream cheese mixed with finely chopped watercress. Chow chow, chili sauce, or any other desired pickle mixture might have been used with the cheese in place of the water cress. Another good spread for these sandwiches, suggested by the bureau of home economics. United States Department of Agriculture, consists of equal parts of soft cheese, chopped olives, pimen-toes or green peppers, and nuts. Any two of these may be used with the cheese. Add salt and a little lemon juice if liked. The bread for rolled sandwiches should be fresh and elastic in texture, so that it will not crumble or break when rolled. T oberH- leckfrha — THE HARTIAN Hart High School 10c Per Copy Hart, Michigan APRIL 23, 1936 C DG° ' DC0 c OC C DGN C''DG'° C DGS° C'DG° C GVJ c tX?° C OGs3 cK?0 C QC° c'DO‘° C 0C° C BG° CxcX3so C c3G'° c DGv3 ♦£ cv9Go cv£ Go cv9Go cvDCo csDGo oOQo cOQs csDCo cvOGo cvOGo csDGo cnDGo cn£X2o cnDGo cv9Go cnOGo 9Go cnDGo cxDGo csDGo BOYS’ BASKETBALL Top row Coach Decker, Robert Tate, Goyt Reed, Robert Palen, Donald Powers, Manager. Middle row—Tom Welsh, Perry Slocum, Stanley Matulis. Bottom row—Lorraine Berger, Bud Stover, Garth Spitler, Junior Rogers. It’s Easy To Drift—But Look Out! A Lesson of School So you failed in your class, my lad? You couldn’t quite make the mark? You failed—and you feel so blue and sad And all of the world looks dark? you lost and your heart is sore And you wish you could go and cry? Well, let us not worry a minute more Or give it another sigh. You failed, and you stand in fear Of the things that the boy? will say? Why, there isn’t a boy who is worth a tear But who knows he may fail some day. For it isn’t to win that’s good And it isn’t the head held high, But to know you did the best you could, And the best we can do is try. You failed, and you know how sad Were the ones who have failed before; And what did you say to them, my lad, When you knew their hearts were sore. Did you come to them, near and near, With a kindly word and a smile, And bid them dry that very tear That came to after a while? Ah, yes—you didn't know What it meant to the ones who lost; And maybe you said some boy was slow, And you didn’t count the cost Of the sorrow it was to him When he heard what his fellows said, But you know it now, when your eyes are dim, And the sorrow is yours instead. So, lad, we have failed, maybe, And the other boys may pass, But we’ve found a lesson for you and me That’s finer than one in class; We’ve learned what the bitter tear A.nd the sorrow of the boys may be, We’ve learned the need of a word of cheer. So we haven’t failed, you see! ------o------- A sparrow’s wings make 13 strokes a second in flight. Students There are three types of students in every school. The first type is the go-getter. He is always busy doing something for himself or others. He is the one who works hard and gets the honor. He is also interested in all school activities. How wonderful our school would be if we were all of this type. The second group is made up of those students who intend to do great things some day. A member of this group is the dreamer. When he sees others winning honors, it inspires him and he determines to do something equally good. But somehow he never seems to get around to it. Once in a while he does try something, but he gives so little real effort to it that he can do nothing but fail. If he does win some honor, he is satisfied and does not try again. Too many of us belong to this group. The third type is the laggard. He does not even care to do anything or win any honor. He does not boost his school but finds fault with everything in his whole life, in business life. He never works because somebody else will do it if he doesn’t. The laggard is seldom if ever missed when he is gone. The go-getter decides what he wants and goes after it. He boosts all worthy things. The dreamer is not sure what he wants, or, if he is, he hasn’t ambition enough to go after it. The laggard’s only desire is to be nobody and to be let alone, and he usually is. Are you a go-getter, a dreamer, or a laggard? ——o---------- Guide Posts Along the Road of Life Luck seems to favor the man who doesn’t count on it. Flying off the handle suggests that you have a screw loose. The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of work. Doing the impossible is frequently done by an amateur because he doesn’t know it’s impossible. Every time one man puts a new idea across he finds ten men who thought of it before he did—but they only thought. -------o----- According to an estimate by the Public Health Service, nine out of ten persons in the United States have measles and three out of four whooping cough PAGE 2 L W WO OWO OWO PW OW3 CW 5 W OC WO C C5 0 0 OWO 0 0 f)W 3 ) 1 THE HARTIAN 1 £S 25 HART, MICH., APRIL 2.3, 19.36 Editor...................................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor..............................Gladys Shinn Business Manager.....................Barbara Jenkins Assistant Business Manager ... Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ...............Edna Mae Winget Literary ............................Mildred Lurie Photography ................................Lorraine Halladay Society ..................................Marguerite Winget Humor.........................................Jeanne Watkins Boys' Athletics.................................Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics .....................Elaine Grate Typist .............................Marjorie Reed TID-BITS AND TRIFLES Greetings and salutations! To start this day off in high style as befits the dignity and loftiness of this column, let us pursue the study of definitions. CYNICS’ DEFINITIONS (As Published in the Michigan Daily, April, 19.35) Honesty—Fear of being caught. Truth—Lack of tact. Love—One-half imagination, one-half biology. Friend—One who wants something. Conscience—The voice that tells you not to do something after you’ve done it. Humor—Appreciation of something which you are glad ;s happening to the other fellow. Temperament—An excuse for making a darned fool of oneself. Good Sport—One who lets you have your own way. Famous quotations come next. Believe it or not, there are a few philosophists around H. H. S. Ole says: “Wonder what folks said about babies before the word ‘cute’ was invented.” Jack Frost says: “I don’t choose to run for president because it a;n’t a permanent job and there ain’t no chance of promotion.” Edna Winget says: “I hate a person that really knows the facts. He’s all the t;me hornin’ in to spoil a good argument.” Miss Reusch says: “Some people hate to confess mistakes, but I am not bullheaded that way. If the other fellow’s wrong, I’m always willing to admit it.” Mr. Decker says: “Kids are quite a problem. By the time you’ve learned how to handle a four-year-old, he’s become a six-year-old, and you’ve got to start learning all over again.” Daniel Gonder says: “About the worst penalty of bein’ known as a liar is that when you tell the truth, nobody believes you.” And the whole group of S'enior girls agree that: “Gals who say ‘It’s getting late’, Seldom see another date.” If the publishers of our textbooks would advertise in the same manner as the gasoline refiners do. they would make slogans of this type: “Pupils start quicker on WHOOSIS’ History because it’s dry.” To a Sophomore I wish I were a Sophomore, A Soph-o-gee, oh my! I wish I were a Sophomore And could raise my nose on high. No longer would I suffer; No longer would I sigh. No longer need to dodge my foes; No longer need to cry. I’d give up almost anything, (Though some may call me fool) If I could only be a Soph And think I owned the school! The Old Standby says that times are so hard that when he sees a five dollar bill he thinks it’s an optimistical illusion. (No, he doesn’t mean optical.) Since when has there been boys in the Girls’ Glee Club? Tommy Osborn and Junior Dillingham were present at the Wednesday meeting of the G. G. C. PONY BOY, PONY BOY I love my little pony, Whose face is black and white; When teacher comes up the aisle, It fades right out of sight. —Lingkip. P. S.—So’n’so can get one for you wholesale.— (Adv.) The slogan, “Save the surface and you save all,” wouldn’t be bad for a safety razor company.—Fooey Short. Contributions to our newly inaugurated column. “As the Students See It,” have not been pouring in (Concluded on Page 10) PAGE 3 National Jokes WORD STUDY “Well, Dick, was your rich uncle glad to see you? “He was so affable, I’m afraid he must have lost all his money. Housewife (to garoage man): “Am I too late for the garbage? G. M.: “No, ma’am' jump right in. ★ Mother: “Why, Michael! What do you mean by ta -{in to your sister in that rude manner? Son: “Aw, we’re only playing I’m a traffic cop. “Why, my dear man. I wouldn’t cash a check for my own brother! “Well, you know your family better than I do A minister, in addressing his flock, began: “As 1 gaze about, I see oefore me a great many bright and shining faces.’ Just then eighty-seven powder-puffs came out. “loung man, said the employer, “Do you save ten per cent of what you earn? “No, sir, said the bright young man, “My whole salary is not that much. ♦ “Got anything snappy in rubber bands?’ asked the boy from the big town. “No, said the salesgirl swreetly, “hilt we’ve got something awfully catchy in fly paper. Church School Teacher (to small boy): “Can you tell me something about the Israelites? Joel (aged four): “I don’t know ar thing about them. We have electric lights at home. Office Boy: “The boss is beginning to take an interest in me.” Head Clerk: Ts he? Office Boy: “Yes; he asked me yesterday if 1 worked here. Doctor: “You should go out to the country where you can smell flowers all day long. Think you can manage it? Patient: “I guess not, Doc You see, I’m a florist, and this is my busy season. The professor had asked time and again for the students to put more personal touch in their themes, so one of the papers which he received ended thus: “Well, professor, how are the wife and kiddies; and, by the way, before I forget h, could you lend me five dollars? A lady motorist whose car nud swerved across a suburban street and crashes through a plate glass window was being questioned by the local sergeant after the accident. “Surely on such a wide street as this, said the in terrogator, you could have done something to prevent this accident? “I did, the delinquent assured him quite earnestly; “1 screamed as loud as I could! WORDS OFTEN MISUSED Don’t say “take two cupsful. Say “cupfuls.” Don’t say “each of the girls have bee 1 requested to attend. Say “has been. Don’t say “it is inside of the box. OirJf of. Don’t say “he is the most intelligent man of the two. Say “more when comparing two, “most when more than two. Don’t say “I am well posted on the subject. Say “ well informed. Don’t say “this building is larger than any in th -city. Say “than any other. WORDS OFTEN MISPRONOUNCED Isolate. Pronounce the i as in “it, or as in ice. Laugh. Pronounce the au as a in “ask, not as a in “at. Launch. The au as a in “calm is preferred to a as in “all. Memoir. Pronounce mem-wor, e as in “men, o as in “of, accent first syllable. Lettuce. Pronounce last syllable as “is in “this, not as “us. Israel. Pronounce the s like z. WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED Antarctic; two c’s, not antartic. Obeisance. Athletic; ete. Oculist; only one c. Barbarous. Heliotrope; one e after h, and one 1. SYNONYMS Compulsive, compulsory, obligatory, arbitrary, exacting, imperative, imperious. Negligent, careless, heedless, thoughtless, indifferent. Circulation, revolution, gyration, vortex, rotation, whirlpool. Report, account, statement, particulars, description. summary. Digression, divergence, diversion, deflection, deviation, swerving. Excuse, exemption, exoneration, immunity, release, freedom, liberty. LEARN MORE WORDS Credulous; easily imposed upon. “His credulous mind believed it was true. Impetus; impulse; momentum. ‘Our action will lend impetus to the completion of this matter. Legend; a romantic or non-historical story. “It was a legend of pioneer days. Intercede; to plead for another. “Her friend interceded and brought about a reconciliation. Propriety; conformity to established rules or custom. “It is not in accordance with the laws of propriety. Fluent; possessing readiness and ease of speech. “John is a fluent orator. ---------o-------- The moose, the largest member of the deer family, has antlers that spread from five to six feet. PAGE 4 GIRLS GLEE CLUB—1935-1936 Fifth row—Mildred Benson, Margaret Cargill, Bessie McCarty, Hilda Shaefer, Frances Balavitch, Immogene McClouth, Albina Karneckas, Mary VanAllsburg, Phyllis Lynn. Fourth row—Emily Andrulis, Velma Vine, LaVerle Graff, Esther Zuhl, Elaine Rickard, Jean Reynolds, Jean Harris, Lorraine Sutherland, Miss Stout, Eunice Meisner. Third row—Alice Monkus, Vivian Miller, Hilda Konklin, Rose Kraus, Jean Hopper, Mildred Lurie, Rita Rose Leuce, Margaret Feister, Victoria Hale. Second row—Barbara Lattin, Maxine May, Agnes Varenhorst, Ilene Hydenberke, Mamie Lorenz, Muriel Martin, Marion Pugsley, Elnora Durham, Eloise Munger, Lorraine Stevens. First row—Jane Davidson, Elnia Shull, Margaret Nichols, Marjorie Trommater, Florence Bohland, Evelyn North, Beth Long, Doris Fletcher, Barbara Kludy, Marjorie Ruggles. BOYS’ GLEE CLUB Top row -Lyle MacDonald, Neil Weirick, Roy Erwin, Ivan Robinson, Maurice Nichols, Jack Ferguson. Middle row—Marshall Jones, Bill Bunch, Miss Stout, Arthur Harris, Wallace May. Bottom row—Carl Hill, Lowell Tambling, Herbert Lombard, Jack Highland. BASKETBALL FACTS 1935-’36 Hart High started the season with a new coach, Laurence Decker. The lettermen from last year were Palen, Slocum and Read. Those who received awards this year were Palen, Slocum, Read, Tate, Berger and Welsh. Reserve awards were won by Matul's, Stover. Spitler and Rogers. We had a 'better season than we have had for quite a few years, although we won only five games. In the tournament we were defeated by Scottville in the semi-finals, although the score was tied up to 18 all to the last few minutes when they scored two baskets and defeated us. The games and scores for this season were as follows: We They Scottville 15 30 Whitehall 14 15 Ludington 17 51 Montague 20 13 Fremont 20 16 Shelby 17 24 Perry Slocum represented Hart on the first team in the all-conference game played at Whitehall, and Goyt Read was chosen to represent Hart on the second team. Both boys played a very good game. ----------------------o-------- CALENDAR March 18—Olendorf forgot to tell the students in the study hall to pick up the paper before he rang the bell. March 19—Basketball flowers to Goyt Read for mak'ng 16 points out of the 44 at Whitehall. To think a little Freshman like Dave Sayles could make a dignified Senior, like Edna Mae Winget, run down the hall, bump into Mr. Dalmon, and be ordered to go back and walk over! March 20—“Gonder’s back in town.” He can’t show part’ality just to the Seniors, so he takes a class in every grade in high school so he won’t hurt his public’s feelings. March 23—Victor Fletcher and Lorraine Sutherland blushed and blushed to see their love notes in the Hartian. March 24—The basketball girls had their banquet tonight. There was loads to eat, and Bette Welsh did her part in clearing the food away. (Don’t mistake me, I mean during the meal and not after). March 25—Tryouts for the Senior play! March 26—Alice and Tony have the leads in the play. Don’t tell anyone, but Ela;ne Grate and Rosie Leuce fell for Nelson Eddy and are going to Hollywood soon! March 27—The last day of school for a week! Mildred Lurie again had charge of the study hall and again did not succeed in mainta’ning order. “Events of Spring Vacation” 1— “Panty-waist” Lurie caught up on his sleep. 2— Jack Frost almost froze to death. (Too bad, Jack—that you didn’t). 3— Arthur Harris and Scott Hvslop spent the;r vacation flitsing around Newaygo. Arthur says the girls in Newaygo are fine; anyway, seven of them are. 4— The outrageous sapheads and the;r “chaps,” Bette, Edna Mae and Rita Rose, spent their time at the Wietzke cottage. Rosie and Nancy both fell for the same person who we will call “John” and almost drove the rest of the girls insane when they were quarreling over him. Ros:e won out in the end and now she sits and moans over “John” because he can’t possibly come to see her. 5— Tom Welsh got experience in helping break windows. He’s going to be a famous window-breaker some day if he keeps Alice Jane Winget as his assistant. 6— Virginia Butler and Viola Reams met some fellows in Hastings and they came to see them while they were in Kazoo. Now, the Hart papers said that these girls went to visit relatives, but we think they went down to meet the boy friends. 7— I don’t know how Ole spent his time, but he probably taught Robert J. how to handle a gun or drive the car—or sumpin’. 8— Gonder spent h;s spare moments (when he wasn’t thinkin’ of Marja Joyce, his gal down south) in catching up on his back studying. April 6—The Seniors all took down their hair and cried when they found out the date of their skip day. April 7—Basketball awards were given out today. April 8—Sonny Fuller and Dor’s Neilson had so much to talk over that Sonny had to get permission to speak to her fifth hour. April 9—All of Shelby was over to visit school. From all reports, they didn’t like their invitation to leave. April 10—Miss Reush likes the artistic ways in which her chairs are placed every morning. ---------o--------- JOKES Dick Stoneman applied for a job as grocer’s boy for the summer. The grocer wanted a serious-minded youth, so he put Dick to a little test. “Well, my boy, what would you do with a million dollars?” he asked. “Oh, gee,” Dick replied, “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting so much at the start.” Mr. Purdy: “Hard work never killed anybody.” Ross: “That’s just the trouble, Dad. I want to do something that has the spice of danger in it.” Note: We hear through very reliable sources that Ted Neilsen and Marjorie Foster have “broken up.” Mr. Birke: “Madam, this shoe wfll fit like a glove.” Eloise: “That’s just the trouble. It ought to fit more like a shoe.” Miss Elliott: “Give me a sentence with ‘detest’ and ‘deduce’ in it.” Garth S.: “I flunked in detest and dad gave me deduce.” Fran Crosby: “When I was in high school all the boys followed after me open mouthed.” Happy S.: “Were you their ideal, beaut’ful?” Fran C.: “No, I was the cheer leader.” PAGE 6 r i;ftf n)iliTiii; iiiirfmTnniiiTniiirmiiifTr}iirnTT]]fTTn)irrn[rTiliw ilHiiJliiiilil[fffirt)iirmi)rTniiTrmffrTnr:rniHrTTi!inniirrnii!rnTrTirTnfiimTi[i life | SIDE LIGHTS ;™iii[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii«iiiiiiiiiii«iiiiP IP vF COURSE you have heard of explorers seeking gold, long buried cities, strange lands and unknown peoples, as well as the more modern quest for rubber trees or oil wells, but traversing jungles in search of deadly poison is a bit out of the ordinary. That is what Giles G. Healey, American, did recently and after undergoing months of hardships he came home with six pounds of the trophy for scientific investigation URARE, as vhis poison is called, is of a vegetable nature and Indians of South America put it on pellets which they shoot from blowguns at their enemies. It paralyzes the heart of the victim and causes instant death. They use it also in hunting, as only a small part of the flesh of the game has to be thrown away because of the poison. I IKE some tribes which use poisoned arrows, Piraca Indians, who are considered the most expert curare makers, are not bold fighting men. If they see a white man they are wont to grab their blowguns and beat it. So this disciple of science had a good deal of difficulty in getting close enough to discuss poison. ffEALEY was the only white man of the party, the others being Venezuelans and Indian guides. When they sighted the children of the jungle they wigwagged in sign language, put their weapons on the ground and made peace overtures until the timid ones were emboldened to come in for a conference. Even then the guests were likely to stampede if they saw a compass or a camera, which they regarded as unknown but deadly weapons. LEAMING mirrors and shiny knives, however, had a calming influence on the Piara pessimists and gifts of these made them fairly chummy. They presented the strange visitor with blowguns and finally with some of the poison. As might be expected, the mirrors made a great hit with the Indian women. GIANT hornets and tiny fish proved more dangerous to the party than did the poison-using Indians. On one occasion while drifting down a river in a crude boat they ran into a hornets' nest. Out came the big stingers and overboard went Healey. Then the small but vicious Caribe fish got after him and gave him painful bites before he escaped their attentions. ANOTHER unwelcome acquaintance was the Dahia snake, which coils on a tree and jumps suddenly upon the unsuspecting arrival. This snake is one of the most deadly of the species and the only way to get even with him is to eat him. Fried Dahia. the explorer found, tasted somewhat like eels. As a change from snake diet, ants an inch and a half long. roasted and tasting much like kerosene, were consumed by the hungry party when other food was not available, including monkeys and parrots. INDIANS ate birds and fish raw as a rule, not be- cause they did not know how to make fire, but in the damp jungle it was difficult to keep fire alive for any length of time. They considered the beautiful aigret as an especial tid-bit. Beans and rice were carried by the party, but ants and cockroaches ate up this supply and canned goods had to be supplemented with whatever could be obtained in the form of food. AS a result of helping himself at the jungle cafe- teria and enduring the hardships of a life in the open close to nature, Healey reduced 22 pounds and, reaching civilization, required medical treatment. He had the satisfaction of being the first to get any quantity of the poison which has interested science and plans to take another trip. QUEER fish of South America, which may be found in aquariums in this country, are the guppies, also known as rainbow fish because rings of rainbow color encircle black and white dots on their bodies, which otherwise are of a pearl shade. Male guppies have the brilliant hues, the females having to be content with a dull olive coloring. Mrs. Guppy, however, is considerably larger than her mate, who averages about one-half inch in length. UPPIES are accused of being cannibals who eat their young and to preserve baby from the parental appetite it is customary to have growing plants in the aquarium where he can hide until the elder guppie is removed after all the young are born. Being one of the live bearing fishes, guppie does not lay eggs, and it is said that even in the natural state such fish have been known to make a meal off a young and tender guppie. A MONG the varied uses for airplanes is hunting seals. Such was undreamed of in the old days when the ships depended on the man in the lookout nest to sight a herd. For seal scouting the usual type of plane is light and capable of being assembled and carried on shipboard easily. It is provided with wheels, skids and floats so it can start from land, water, snow or ice and carries enough fuel for two hours' flight. NE method of flying for seals is to have the plane lowered from the ship to the ice, which is smoothed off as necessary, and from this runway the aviator starts. Flying low he keeps an eye out for seals and as soon as he has located a number or en ice flo . back he wings with the tidings. PAGE 7 GOSSIP Myron Michalczuk and Maurice Reed find themselves in difficulty when they both arrive to see Stella Bray. An enjoyable evening is spent in fighting over who is going home first. If you discover any dents in the steps to Cowles room, it is because Hilda Shafer fell the whole length of them. Geraldine Walker is very fortunate in having Stella as an excuse to visit Stevens . What do you think about it, Fred? Irene Pechumer and Hannah Fuller use fifth period as an exchange—no, not stock—news of the boy friends. It's too bad that Bob Tripp can’t get out of the dance :n time to prevent Jack Corbin from taking Nedra home. Victoria Hale was rather thrilled to think Cur Ames finally decided to take her home. If any of you admirers of Nelson Eddy would like to get his picture and want to write a letter to him. asking for one. ask Rita Rose how you should go about it. She can really write them! Perhaps she will have an extra copy of her own letter to him or maybe you can find one in the library books that she reads at Brights’ drug store. Virgie Grover and Lynn Lambrix went to Lud-ington to church Sunday night. They came home at the rate of 25 miles per hour and didn’t reach Hart until 12 o’clock. Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? It was reported by a Sophomore boy that Eloise, Bill, Herbert and Marion have taken to parking at Pentwater after their strenuous acting in the operetta. We wonder what D. P. was doing at Pent-water at that time of night. We didn’t think that Elnora lived over there. Marjorie Grate and Edna Mae Winget were shed-d ng tears so fast at the show, “Rose Marie,” that the rest of the people thought they were down in Pittsburg wad:ng through the flood waters. What’s this gossip about Geraldine Walker writing notes to Curtis Rogers? Wanted: Someone to play “I Touched You Last” with me.—Dave Sayles. Don Powers thinks that he is “Michigan’s Greatest Runner” now hat he has received his M. G. R. letter. We wondered why Gonder was so quiet when he came back from Florida. He must have been lonesome for his red-headed gal, who is Marja Joyce Pourtless. Marjorie Grate was all aflutter when Harry Bleeker, Jr., came to visit school Tuesday. 01 ve Suthers is trying to land a boy-friend for the summer by gving them candy. Jimmy Harris has fallen either for her or the candy. Carl Hill was stopped by the state police a while ago and he declares that it was because he was driving with one light, but we think it was with one arm. What would Clara Baker do ;f her boy friend didn’t come up from Muskegon every Sunday to see her? It's too bad that Virginia B. and Viola R. have to go clear to Kazoo to get their boy friends. Watch out for a certain Senior girl (E) who has a habit of picking up knick-knacks that she can use JOKES Marshall Jones :“I wonder what cannibals do with their victims’ heads.” Roy Ervin: “Oh, probably make noodle soup of them.” Viv’an M.: “Where did you learn to sing?” Bessie M.: “In a correspondence school.” Vivian M.: “Well, some of your lessons must have been lost in the mail.” Beatrice N.: “How many in your family?” Alice L.: “Eight.” B. N.: “Are you the oldest?” A. L.: “No, my father is.” Mr. Landon: “I’m sorry, but I can’t use you. You’re just a little too young.” Gordie Osborne: “Very good, sir. Shall I look in again in about a week’s time?” Hershey L.: “Is the family upstairs Scotch?” Tommy Osborn: “No. Why?” H. L.: “They’re raising such a commotion because the baby swallowed a penny.” Buelah Rummer: “They say a cat has nine lives, but I don’t believe it.” Kathleen Roche: “I do. Think of the frogs that croak every night.” Tony L. :“I stopped smoking cigarettes because of my lumbago.” Virginia L.: “But how could cigarettes affect your lumbago?” Tony: “Bending down to pick them up.” Mary Van A.: “I want to make this world a better place. Could you tell me how to go about it?” Rita R. L.: “Yes, but I don’t believe in suicide.” Mr. Decker: “Now, boys, tell me the signs of the zodiac. You first, Bill.” Bill Dilhngham: “Taurus, the Bull.” Mr. D.: “Correct. Now you, Jack, another.” Jack M.: “Cancer, the Crab.” Mr. D.: “Right, and now it’s your turn, Bob.” Bob Tice (thoughtfully): “Mickey, the Mouse!” Goty Read (entering Pike’s): “F-U-N-E-M?” Scott H.: “S-V-F-M.” G. R.: “F-U-N-E-X?” S. H.: “S-V-F-X.” G. R.: “O-K-M-N-X.” Nina: “What is the tactful way for a girl’s father to let her boy friend know it is time to leave?” Fritz: “He may casually pass through the room with a box of breakfast food.” in the future such as salt and pepper shakers, etc. She calls them souvenirs. Some of the students are practicing on a new play, “The Happy Family.” Rita Rose, ma; Jack Corbin, pa; Alice J. Winget, panty-waist; Don Powers, Phiibert; Nancy Corbin, the adopted daughter. PAGE 8 WAS IT PROVIDENTIAL? HE soft breeze played with the dainty white curtains in the window of the breakfast nook and gently fanned Mrs. Dalton’s hot cheeks. “Why so doleful, dear,” queried Inez Durant, her pretty young sister, seating herself at the breakfast table and unfolding her napkin. “Not worrying about the birthday party?” Mrs. Dalton smiled a tardy smile and explained. She had been invited to join some new friends in a last picnic. A party of four would motor out to )Take Petite and have a last glorious day on the water before the cold weather set in. But it was Betty’s eighth birthday, and she was to have a party. “But, Sis, it will be quite cool on the lake today, don’t you think? And that’s such a fast crowd, too. You know how Phil dislikes them. I hate to see you disappointed, but really I do not think you would enjoy the day with those women. Cheer up. Perhaps it is providential you can’t go. I wish I could stay home and help Betty celebrate. But I must run along or I’ll be late for work.” Despite Inez’ words the thought kept recurring that the weather was made to order for a last day on the lake. Mrs. Dalton was a very busy woman, doing all the secretarial work connected with her husband’s business and much of the work in her home as well. Not a great many such excursions as the one planned for today were possible, nor indeed wished for. Today, however, an unreasoning desire seemed to have taken possession of the usually sweet and contented young mother. Why should she not ask the maid fit was Nora’s afternoon off) to stay with the children? It was not too late. The thought teased for some minutes till Mrs. Dalton mentally shook herself. Why should so small a matter assume such large proportions? Of course she would stay home and make Betty’s birthday a happy one. How foolish to be annoyed over such a trifle. At two-thirtv the little guests began to arrive. Betty had been permitted to invite whom she wished, to have. But Mrs. Dalton had reckoned without Betty’s generous heart. “Darling, how many of your little friends did you ask to come,” she inquired, as the eighteenth little eight-year-old miss danced in. “All the little girls in my class in school, mother, and all the girls on oui street. I didn’t want a single one to feel bad. And, Oh mother, it’s the loveliest birthday, and everyone brought me a beautiful gift.” “No doubt,” thought Mrs. Dalton dryly, but how could she keep that crowd of tots amused and at the same time prepare lunch for three times as many little visitors as she had planned on. “My own fault, of course,” she soliloquized. “I should have written invitations.” The need of a solution to her problem was becoming more urgent when Phil drove up in his large sedan and asked how the party was progressing. He always seemed to arrive at the opportune moment, and at this time he was more than welcome. “Phil, how fortunate! Entertain them, please, and get them at some games, while I look after the lunch. Nora is off this afternoon and I am busy.” frood-naturedly Phil entered into the spirit of the party, and his initial attempt seemed to be a grand success. Little shrieks of laughter and clapping of hands greeted each unsuccessful attempt of a little crowd to “pin the tail on the donkey.” But Mrs. Dalton’s troubles were just beginning. If she hurried there was time to bake a cake. The one bearing its eight candles made a very pretty centerpiece for the table, being entirely inadequate for the number who expected to partake of it. And Mrs. Dalton would never give bakery cake to her guests, tiny though they were. But Betty was at her elbow. “Mother, the two little girls in the next block went home crying. They wouldn’t tell anyone what was the matter.” Mrs. Dalton, putting the cake in the oven, decided that the cause of their departure must remain unknown and was making a mental calculation of how much ice cream could be safely consumed by twenty-two eight-year-old girls when the door bell rang. “Mother, it’s the two little girls back again and their mamma is with them. She said she’d come in just a minute to explain about their going home.” So another ten minutes had to be given up while the history of the departure of the two little girls was rehearsed. Betty put a sudden end to the visit by bursting into the room and calling out, “Mother, Madeline fell and she’s crying dreadfully. Her arm’s all scratched. And Anne Marie tore her dress. She was crying, too, but I told her you could fix it like new.” The visitor took her leave. After a breathless two hours for Mrs. Dalton, and a gloriously happy two hours for twenty-two little girls, the games had all been played. The ice cream and cake had been served, the candles had been blown out by Betty amid noisy applause from her guests. Phil had made a flying trip to a nearby novelty toy shop and bought each little girl a prize to carry home. Two trips with the big sedan had conveyed all those who lived more than a block or two to their respective homes. Exhausted, Mrs. Dalton sank into a rocker and surveyed the disordered room. “What a day,” she thought, “when I might have been having a peaceful row on the lake and a quiet picnic lunch with no dishes to wash afterward. Still, somehow I am not sorry that I missed that trip.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of her husband and her sister in the doorway, both looking unusually grave. Springing to her feet she asked if something had happened. Putting his arm around her, her husband said gently, “A boat was overturned on Lake Petife this afternoon and two women drowned. The third is in the hospital, said to be in a serious condition due to the shock. Helen, suppose you had gone with them! Oh, I am so glad that the birthday party was planned for this day and that Nora had her afternoon off so that you could help with the work in making this a happy afternoon for the girls.” And Inez, looking out at the sun going down in a blaze of glory, murmured softly, “There is a destiny that shapes our ends, rough-hew them though as we may.” PAGE i) e-OC° C OG° C OC° c DG° C 0G° C OC° C 06N3 C OC° C OG° C OC° C 0GSJ c'DGs3 t'cXT° 'OG'3 'DG'0 APPLE JUDGING TEAM Top row—Mr. Cowles, Goyt Reed, Peter Shimkus, Robert Tate. Bottom row—Carl Hill, Dick Rummer, Lorraine Berger. cvQGo cv£5Go cn£5Go cnDGo cvDCio cv9G-o cvOGo � v£5G.o o-OGo cvDGo c 9Go cv9G o csDGo cnOG-o cnDG o c• £X2o cv£X2o o 3Q o csDG o cn9Go TID BITS AND TRIFLES (Concluded from Page 3) the way they should be, so the following jinglet is quoted by the staff: Say the staff: “By my tucker and my bib, I’ll splatter those mu‘ts which don’t contrib! Ill bite their ears, and take ’em by surprise, Poke the;r pans, and black their eyes!’’ Gladys Shinn contributes the following news item: “Ames, la., April 2, (AP)—Grandfather called it ‘sparking.’ Father called it ‘spooning.’ Brother called it ‘necking.’ Sister called it ‘petting.’ Iowa State students call it ‘smooshing’! and the Indian- ians call it ‘cudging’!” Rita Luse contributes the following jinglet: Lost Here’s to Dan Cupid, the little squirt; He’s lost his pants, he’s lost h;s shirt; He’s lost almost everything but his aim. Which shows that love is a losing game. Carnival time is here again. April 17 and 18 is the all-school Carnival. Although th:s is being written before the carnival, I know that a good time will be had by all! May 8 � s the Senior play. Alice Lorenz and Lawrence Lombard have he leading parts in the play. It is a very amusing production, so make it a point to see it. On Friday, April 10—Good Friday—a considerable number of students skipped their afternoon classes to attend church. Some skipped but didn’t attend church. Oley checked up on everyone. After taking charge of the study hall third period for a few days I have come to the conclusion that it ;s the Seniors, not the underclassmen, that really make all the noise in study hall. I am awarding an orchid to the Sophomore class (to be divided equally by all of them) for being the quietest class in the third hour study hall. (I just remembered— there are only about three Sophs in the hall that period—that accounts for their quietness). We’re not telling, but: Gonder has a girl friend (or has he) who attends a boarding school in Massachusetts. Arthur Olsen, Jr., found a new girl friend in Scottville at the speech contest at Scottville. She’s a cute little thing, and her name is Kathryn Rohr-moser. “In the spring a young man’s (and woman’s) fancy turns to love, turns to love.’’ Ah, me. At last it’s really here! We went pussywillowing to celebrate the coming of sprng. For fhe first time in ages, if I remember correctly, it didn’t rain on Easter Sunday, and everyone blossomed out in their new outfits—swagger coats and Easter bonnets. With this thought of spring—and with a glance to the lovely summer ahead—I’ll close till next month. Loads of love.—T. N. T. --------o-------- Mrs. Lombard: “Come here, Herbie. I have some good news for you.” Herbie (without enthusiasm): “Yes, I know. Bruce is home again.” Mrs. L.: “Yes, but how did you know?” Herbie: “My bank won’t rattle any more.” Gordon N.: “I am work'ng for the support of literature.” Ray Arnold: “What are you doing?” “Making bookcases.” G. N.: PAGE 10 HIS BIG TROUBLE She: “I’ve forgotten more than you ever knew.” He: “I was wondering what was the matter with you.” --------o-------- Doctor: “But surely, my dear good man, you weren’t so mad as to look for escaping gas with a match?” Patient: “Well, doctor, it was a safety match!” --------o-------- Ned: “How's your car run- ning?” Fred: “Not so good; I can’t get her throttled down.” Ned: “How’s your wife?” Fred: “She’s the same, thank you.” --------o-------- NOT MUCH TO TELL He: “If I told all I know about you it would cause some stir.” She: “If you told all you know about me and everything else you know, it wouldn’t cause a ripple.” HER CARRIAGE SPOILED Mrs. Mull: “They say her carriage was completely spoiled by the accident.” Mrs. Dull: “But the accident was to her automobile, not a carriage, my dear.” GOOD JUDGMENT “Your wife tells me that you both agree in the matter of politics.” “Well, you don’t think I’d let her know any different, do you?” Piano Mover: “Think we can get it through this door, sir?” Householder: “Oh, yes! My wife comes through here regularly.” BELIEVED IN MATRIMONY “Do you believe in matrimony?” “Yes, I believe in money gotten by marrying a rich girl as well as in any other kind.” --------o-------- “Ethel,” said the pastor to the little girl, “you seem to be a bright little girl. Can you repeat a verse from the Bible?” “I’ll say I can.” “Well, my dear, let us have it.” “The Lord is my shepherd — I should worry.” --------o-------- Beggar: “Could yer help a poor guy dat’s starvin’?” Pompous Lady: “You should remove your hat while talking to a iady.” Beggar: “I can’t mum. It’s full of sandwiches!” --------o--------- WOULD GIVE UP She: “Before we were married you said you’d give up smoking for He: “Well, I’ve now reached the point where I’m willing to give you up for smoking ” PAGE 11 •f 1 OW many [ high school ■ I I students study literature because it is a required course, and how many for the pleasures and benefit they reap from it? Literature is a record of the best thoughts and ideals of the ages and we of high school age should be glad of the opportunity of studying the lives of these men as well as their productions. T«his requirement should be stressed that every student may have the chance to become acquainted with this type of work before he enters the larger sphere of life where he will encounter such things, only in a deeper and more difficult sense. Boys and girls from sixteen to eighteen years are old enough to study these works and to understand them partially. They must begin at an early age to cultivate that understanding of the beautiful and idealistic. Applying themselves diligently to work, as this, in trying to comprehend it, will discipline them. It is in this reading material that we study those ideals which are still existing today as then. If we really study literature we can find it in unending beauty. Those men have not labored in vain and it is our duty to respect, not only their productions, but their efforts as well, and to endeavor to grasp what they most desired to be heeded. We cannot read any of Shakespeare’s works without finding many invaluable lessons in them, applicable to our present day actions. His great human sympathy alone is enough to interest us deeply. His sonnets are saturated with sweet thoughts and expressions which are sure to attract the eye—but they are supposed to go deeper than the eye. They must be imbedded in the mind. Let us take one type for example and consider. Good poetry is a boon for tired minds. Nearly “Reading Maketh a Full Man” mmk X' - All rests with those who read. A work or thought Is what each makes to himself, and may Be full of great dark meanings, like the seat With shoals of life rushing. —Bailey. every line of these great writers such as Shakespeare, Mil-ton, Wordsworth, Burns and innumerable others requires concentration. It gives a feeling of pleasure and ease to be able to pick up one of their poems and read it. Probably it will seem to be speaking directly to you What would create a sweeter atmosphere than William Collins’ “Ode to Evening?” Here he paints as colorful and delicate a picture as any painter could place on canvas. Wordsworth studies nature and reflects that “inward eye” in all his poetry. It may seem strange to us that a man could write to a field mouse with true emotion rising from the heart, as did Robert Burns. David, the writer of the Old Testament Psalms, was another such man. Yet it does us good to see their real size as compared to ours in the field of expressing their emotions. If one type does not appeal to us there is such a variety in .English literature ranging from the Elizabethan, through the Puritan, Classical and Transition to the Romantic, that some are bound to have an appeal. Don’t accept the idea that poetry is the only type that is pleasant, for these periods have produced the greatest prose ever written. They offer such good opportunities of prying into the soul of men that it is difficult to disregard them. It is due the students to have the privilege of studying literature, but in return it is their duty to make an effort in regard to it, for their own benefit. Knowledge is not going to be handed to them. They will receive it only through their own aims, and if no interest is put forth, their endeavor will be useless. Lord Bacon has well said: “Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.” PAGE 12 THE HARTIAN Hart High School 30c Per Copy Hart, Michigan MAY, 1936 Faculty Top row—Mr. Snow, Mr. Benjamins, Mr. Cowles, Mr. Dalmon, Mr. Olendorf, Mr. Decker. Middle row—Miss Becker, Miss Childs, Miss Hoffmeyer, Miss Kantz, Mrs. Peterson, Miss Reusch, Miss Shroeder. Bottom row Miss Stout, Miss Landon, Miss Jefferies, Miss Green, Miss Eliott, Miss McCall. Dedication We, the Senior Class of Hart High School, fondly dedicate this final issue of our 1936 Hartian to our class advisor, MR. SNOW who has willingly aided us in all our projects throughout our high school years; and We also dedicate this Hartian to the the memory of our classmate, MAXINE FRANCE who passed away on April 7, 1934. THE HARTIAN Page 3 Editor ..................Bette Welsh Assistant Editor .......Gladys Shinn Business Manager Barbara Jenkins Ass't. Bus. Mgr. ..Mary Jean Dayharsh Calendar of Events ..Edna Mae Winget Literary ................Mildred Lurie Photography ......Lorraine Halladay Society ..........Marguerite Winget Humor ................Jeanne Watkins Boys’ Athletics ......Dick Rummer Girls’ Athletics .....Elaine Grate Typist ...............Marjorie Reed Hartian Staff Top row—Barbara Jenkins, Lorraine Halladay, Gladys Shinn, Mary Jean Dayharsh, Marge Reed, Jeanne Watkins, v Bottom row—Dick Rummer, Edna Mae Winget, Bette Welsh, Marguerite Winget, Mildred Lurie, Elaine Grate. Page h ♦ TOP HOW iJUNE ANDERSON—' '‘Swede “What we have to learn to do, we learn by ♦ doing.” ♦ Glee Club, 35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; J- j Hop Committee, ’35. | FELIX ANDRULIS—“Felix, the Cat” I “We feel that he is greater than we know.” ♦ F. F. A., ’35, '36; Grain Judging, '36. I CLARA BAKER— ♦ ! “I am merry, always free, trouble never troubles me.” ♦ Basketball, '33, ’34; Junior-Senior Play, ’35; ♦ J-Hop Committee, '35; Track, '33; Carnival ♦ Dances, '34, '35; Speech Play, '36. ♦ MILDRED BENSON—“Mid” J “Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.” | J-Hop Committee, '35; Queen's Court, '35; I Glee Club, '35, '36; Operetta, '35, '36. BOTTOM HOW FLORENCE BOHLAND—“Flo” “She doesn’t need a crank, she is a self-starter.” Operetta, '36; Glee Club, '36. WILLIAM BUNCH—“Bill” “God bless the man who first invented sleep. ’ Glee Club, '35, '36; Band, '33, '34, '35, '36; Operetta, '35, '36; Softball, '36; Stunt Night, '35; J-Hop Committee, '35; Speech Play, '36; Carnival, '35, '36; Tennis, '34, '35, '36; Ping Pong, '35. , ytiELLA CARGILV—“Del” “None named thee but to praise thee.” Glee Club, '33; Stunt Night, '35; Carnival Dances, '34, '35; J-Hop Committee, '35; Queen’s Court, '35, '36. AMY COLESON—“Awo” “Unlike many girls, she is not always talking.” Band, '33, '34, '35; Orchestra, '32, ’33, '34; Class Poem, '36. THE HARTIAN Page 5 TOP ROW HILDA CONKLE— ‘ My favorite temple is a humble heart.” Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; Debating, ’35. BOTTOM ROW ROY ERWIN— “To loaf is a science few can attain.” Baseball, ’35, ’36; Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. ARLENE COPENHAVER—“Cope” “There lies a great deal of devil beneath that calm expression.” Glee Club, ’33, ’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35. EVELYN ERWIN—“Eve” “If there’s education in giggles, she is valedictorian.” J-Hop Committee, ’35. PAUL DURHAM— “A dillar, a dollar, a ten o’clock scholar.” Baseball, ’33; Basketball, ’33, ’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35. VICTOR FLETCHER—“Vic” “Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your girls.” Baseball, ’34; Track, ’33; Glee Club, ’33; Operetta, ’33; Orchestra, ’33, ’34; Band, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36. MARY JEAN DAYHARSH—“Grade” “Just a jolly good scout.” Speech Play, ’36; Hartian Staff, ’36; Class Epitaphs, ’36; Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Track, ’33; Senior Play, ’36; Class Treasurer, ’34; Camp Fire Girls, ’35; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Ping Pong, ’35. DORIS FLETCHER—“Dorfo” “She doeth little kindnesses that most leave undone or despise.” Speech Play, ’36; Operetta, ’36; Glee Club, ’33, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. ♦♦♦ ♦♦ THE HARTIAN Page 6 TOP ROW BOTTOM ROW JACK FROST— “Disguise our bondage as we will: 'tis woman, woman rules us still.” Football, ’34, ’35; Baseball, ’35, ’36: Operetta, ’36: Glee Club, ’36; Speech Play, ’36; Senior Play, ’36. ARTHUR HARRIS— Jimmy” “He has one mind for business and two for women.” Glee Club, ’36; Operetta, ’36; Baseball, ’35; Grain Judging, ’34, ’35; Senior Play, ’36. DANIEL GONDER— Gonder “See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums.” Football, ’33, ’34, ’35; Co-Captain, ’35; Track, ’34, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Banquet, ’35; F. F. A., ’34. ELAINE GRATE- CARL HILL— “Opportunity is often lost through deliberation.” Baseball, ’33, ’35; Apple Judging, ’33, ’34, ’35; Grain Judging, ’34, '35, '36; Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; Vice-President of F. F. A., ’34; President of F. F. A., ’35; Carnival, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. “I have no other but a woman’s reason; A I think him so because I think him so.” Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’36; Track. ’33; Hartian Staff, '36; Queen’s Court, ’34, ’35, ’36; Carnival Dances, ’35, ’36; Campfire Girls, ’35; Class Treasurer, ’35; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Class Prophecy, ’36; Cheer Leader, ’36. BARBARA JENKINS—“Barbs” “Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.” Student Council, ’34; Tennis, ’33; Class President, ’35; Junior-Senior Play, ’35; Stunt Night, ’35; Declamation, ’33; Hartian Staff, ’36; Basketball, ’34. LORRAINE HALLADAY—“Ootie” “Who said hurry? Live slowly, it feels better.” Band, ’34, ’35; Vice-President, ’33; Secretary, ’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Hartian Staff, ’36; Class Prophecy, ’36. MARSHALL JONES—' Jonesy “No girl has my thoughts.” Baseball, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Vice-President, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Band, ’33. THE HARTIAN Page 7 ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ : : : i ♦ ♦ i ♦ : TOP ROW KENNETH KOKX—'‘Kenny” y “Better a little well kept than a great deal forgotten.” Baseball, ’33, ’34; Grain Judging, ’34, ’35, ’36; Apple Judging, ’34—State Champ.; Basketball, ’35, ’36; F. F. A., ’33, ’34. ’35, ’36; Speech Play, ’36; Soft Ball, '33, ’34, '35. 36; J-Hop Committee, '35; Track, '33. L A U R E NC E LO M B A R D—“ Tony “I have a bright idea but I can’t express it.” Football, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35; Baseball, ’34, '35; Track, '33, '34, ’35; Glee Club, ’33; Speech Play, ’36; Senior Play, ’36; Tennis, ’34, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. ALICE LORENZ— Pat Y- “Here I am, but it can’t be helped.” Glee Club, ’33; Track, ’33; Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, '35; Carnival Dance, '36; Senior Play, '36; Stunt Night, '35. MILDRED LURIE—“Billie” “With her determination she cannot help but succeed.” Declamation, '33, ’34; Oratory, ’36; Debating, '34, '35; Glee Club, ’33, ’36; Operetta, ’36; Basketball, ’33, '34, ’36; Track, ’33; Hartian Staff, ’36; Class Will, ’36; J-Hop Committee, 35; Camp Fire Girls, ’35; Carnival, ’34, ’35. BOTTOM ROW WALLACE MAY— “The measure of a master is his success in bringing all men around to his opinion— twenty years later.” Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36: Secretary, ’35; Softball, '36; Baseball, ’36; President, ’36; Class Song, ’36; Stunt Night, ’35. IMOGENE McCLOUTH—‘Veon” “This often constancy to change the mind.” Glee Club, ’34, ’35, ’36; Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35; Operetta, ’36; Tennis, ’33, ’34; Baseball, '33. BESSIE McCARTY—“Bess” “She puts her worries down in a trunk, sits on the lid and smiles.” Basketball, ’35; Glee Club, '35, ’36: J-Hop Committee, ’35; Operetta, ’35, ’36; Oratory, ’36; Carnival Dance, ’35, ’36; Speech Play, '36. PETER MICHALCZUK—“Pete “Great men are never appreciated at home.” School Dance Orchestra, ’36; Baseball, ’34, ’35; Basketball, ’34, ’35, ’36; Track, ’36; Tennis, ’36. i ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Page S THE HARTIAN i ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ : ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ : : ♦ TOP ROW J v VIVIAN MILLER— Binney “With malice toward none, with charity for all.” Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Speech Play, ’36; Carnival, ’36. J BEATRICE NUTENBAUM—‘“Bea Pleasure before business is my motto.” J-Hop Committee, ’35; Carnival, ’36. y MAURICE NICHOLS—“Nick “A man that understands all that he does.” Orchestra, ’33; Band, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36. BOTTOM ROW ROBERT PALEN—“Curly” “Whoe’er excels in what we prize remains a hero in our eyes.” Football, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Co-Captain. ’35; Basketball, ’33, ’34, '35, ’36; Student Council, ’34. RUTH PARKER— “In her very silence there is charm.” Glee Club, ’33; Basketball, ’33. LAVANT PICKENS—“Pickie” “Slow to think but quick to act.” Football, ’34, ’35, ’36; Basketball, ’34; Band, ’33, ’34, ’35; Orchestra, ’33; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Baseball, ’33. FLOSSIE OEFFLER—“Floss' ROSS PURDY— “Silence is wisdom, I am silent then.” Glee Club, ’34; Gym, ’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Carnival, ’36. “Brevity is the soul of wit.” Orchestra, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Track, ’34. ’35, ’36; Junior-Senior Play, ’35; Senior Play, ’36; Basketball, ’35. ♦ •♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Page 9 THE HARTIAN ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ TOP ROW MARJORIE REED—“Marge” “Dark eyes but bright prospects.” Glee Club, '33; Basketball, ’33, ’34; Hai tian Staff. ’36; Carnival, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. GOYT READ—“Steve” “No cupid’s dart e’er pierced his heart.” Football, ’35; Basketball, ’35, ’36; Baseball, ’35, ’36; Track, ’36; Apple Judging, ’35; Grain Judging, ’36; Band, ’35; F. F. A., w ’35, ’36. ' JEAN REYNOLDS—“Shortie “Our thoughts and conduct are our own.” Basketball, ’33; Glee Club, ’33, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35. IVAN ROBINSON— “To higher heights my mind doth tower.” Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’36; Track, ’36. BOTTOM ROW LORRAINE RUGGLES— “May she ever be as happy as she’s short.” Gym, ’33; J-Hop Committee, ’35. RICHARD RUMMER—“Dick,” “Genius is the capacity for evading hard work.” Basketball, ’33; Glee Club, ’33; Vice-President, ’34; F. F. A., ’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Football Manager, ’34; Football, ’35; Senior Play, ’36; Track, ’36; Baseball, ’33; Hartian Staff, ’36; Apple Judging, ’35; Grain Judging, '35, ’36; Speech Play, ’36. FRANK SCHRAMM—“Hank” “A demon for adventure.” Football, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Track, ’34, ’35, ’36; Baseball, ’34, ’35; Basketball, ’34; Soft-ball, ’33; Tennis, ’35; Ping Pong Medal, ’35. PETER SHIMKUS—“Pete” “I bruise easy but I heal quick.” Band, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Apple Judging Team, ’35; Grain Judging Team, ’36; Track, ’35, ’36; Basketball, ’35, ’36; Giftatory, ’36; Softball, ’33, ’35; F. F. A., ’34. ’35, ’36. ; Pane 10 THE HARTIAN i ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ : ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ t i TOP ROW - GLADYS SHINN—“Happy” “A merry heart, the best of company.” Valedictorian; Band, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Basketball, ’33, ’34; Declamation, ’33, ’34; Oratory, ’36; Debate,’34; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Camp Fire Girls, ’35; Hartian Staff, ’36; Junior Play, ’35. ' COR A LIE SLOAN- BOTTOM ROW JEANNE WATKINS—'“Watr S “Nobody’s enemy but everybody’s friend.” Queen’s Court, ’34, ’35; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Speech Play, ’36; Stunt Night, 35; Hartian Staff, ’36; President, '33. NEIL WE I RICK—“Mike” “All great men are dying and I don’t feel well myself.” “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” Band, ’35, ’36; Student Council, '35; Secretary, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Class History, ’36. Glee Club, ’35, ’36; Operetta, ’35, ’36; Baseball, ’36; President, ’35; Treasurer, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Softball. ’36; Senior Epitaphs, ’36. s ROBERT TATE—“Bob” “Men of a few words are the best men.” Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Baseball. ’33, ’34; Football, ’33; Softball, '34, ’35; Track, ’33; Grain Judging, ’35, ’36; Apple Judging, ’36; Speech Play, ’36; Glee Club, '33, ’34; J-Hop Committee. •'BETTE WELSH—“Bett” W “The best tribute we know—an all round girl.” Tennis Medal, ’33, ’34, '35, ’36; Ping Pong Medal, ’35; Basketball, ’33, ’34, '35, ’36; Track, ’33; Hartian Editor, '36; Saluta-torian, ’36; All-School Play, ’33; Queen’s Court, ’34; Carnival Queen, ’36; Carnival Dances, ’34, ’35, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Stunt Night, ’35. BERNARD WALKER—“Mickey” “His principal aim is to graduate—?” Basketball, '33; Track, '33, '34, ’36; Baseball, ’34, ’35. S HILDA WIEGAND— “A person of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows.” J-Hop Committee, ’35. Page 11 THE HARTIAN ► ♦ ♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦ � ♦ ♦♦ • EDNA ‘faAE WINGET— Emna “Her heart is like the moon, it has a man in it.” Basketball, ’33, ’34, ’35, ’36; Track, ’33; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Cheer Leader, ’35, ’36; Carnival Dances, ’34, ’35, ’36; Oratory Contest, ’36; Hartian Staff, ’36; Class Will, ’36; Stunt Night, ’35; Speech Play, ’36. MARGUERITE WINGET—“Muggs” “When in work or fun or play, she always leads the way.” Basketball, ’33, ’34, '35, ’36; Track, ’33; Senior Play, ’36; Speech Play, ’36: Stunt Night, ’35; Cheer Leader, ’35, ’36; Hartian Staff, ’36; J-Hop Committee, ’35; Carnival Dances, ’34, ’35, ’36. Safety Patrol Top row—Walter Hendricks, Sammy Russel, Junior Rogers, Bud Lurie, Rex Snyder, Fred Stevens, Garth Spitler, Russel Butler, Louie Munger. Middle row—Willie Shoultz, Junior Till, Arthur Olsen, Max McLouth, Jack Fergueson, Franklin Weirich, Bill Dillingham, Orlando Fuller. Bottom row—Ernest Frost, Oakley Wicks, Richard Hutchinson, Joe Versheuren, Peter Baker, Bob Tice, Curtis Rogers, Edward Hawley. : : ♦ t t ♦ : : ! Hart High School Band Top row—Virginia Lykens, John Gable, Clifford Dillingham, Bill Bunch, Gordon Neilson, Bill Hollins, Mathew Davidson, Carrol Trom mater, Norrine Bender. Middle row—Ruth Ridell, Mr. Benjamins, Director; Irene Pechumer, Bob Tripp, Maurice Nichols, Peter Shimkus, Victor Fletcher, Nancy Corbin, Gladys Shinn, Florence Height, Catharine Wilbur. Bottom row—Edith Robbins, Coralie Sloan, Olive Corlis, Harrison Gale, Ellis May, Ann Weitzke, Maurice Reed. Orchestra Top row—Charles Landon, Ellis May, Matthew Davidson, Robert Tripp, Catherine Wilbur, and Barbara Kludy. _ Middle row—Barbara Lattin, Wanda Bovid, Esther Zhul, Vergie Grover, Ross Purdy, Virginia Lykens, Helen Carter, Irene Pechumer. Bottom row—Richard Schaner, Mabel Fletcher, Madeline Wilbur, Virginia Birkness, Jeanette Peacock, Mary Elizabeth George, Mildred George, Mr. Nelson, absent. THE HARTIAN ♦♦♦♦♦♦ Page 13 ♦ 4 ♦ 4 f 4 : Baseball Team Top row—Mr. Olendorf, Clifford Dillingham, Goyt Read, Jack Frost, Bud Stover. Middle row—Lyle Tambling, Roy Erwin, Paul Snyder, Everett Hydenberke, Neil VVeirich, Max Rossiter. Bottom row—Carl Schramn, Ted Neilson, Garth Spitler, Franklin Weirich, Russel Butler, Wallace May. -A i I : i : ♦ J Track Team Top row—Edgar Reeds, Bob Tripp, Maurice Nichols, Peter Michalczuk, Bud Lurie, Raymond Arnold, Perry Slocum. Middle row—Carl Schramn, Everett Hydenberke, David Fletcher, Stanley Matulis, Junior Rogers, Myron Michalczuk, Ernest Potter. Botton row—Scott Hyslop, Ivan Robinson, Peter Shimkus, Mr. Cowles, Ross Purdy, Donald Wolfe, Roy Viterna. ♦ 'age 14 THE HARTIAN Valedictory “Not the Sunset, but the Dawn,” the motto of this graduating class, truly exemplifies the concluding chapter of our high school activities. In the past we have worked and played with the one common goal in mind—graduation. Soon we shall be taking new paths to different goals. We feel that our high school education has been very much worth while, but it is not the end for which we have been striving. It is but the means to that end. The use we make of it will determine the position we occupy in Life—the City on the Hill. By the experiences we have gained in school we are better able to cope with the problems that will confront us in our life work. We will not all become famous, nor do we expect to, but each can prove his capability by true citizenship and by true success, be it great or small. These qualities are gained through service and love toward our fellowmen as taught to us by the greatest of all teachers. Whether we take the high road or whether we take the low road is up to the individual himself. We receive our diplomas tomorrow night and to all of us it will be one of the greatest occasions of our lives. Notwithstanding our own efforts to reach this turning point we realize that we would not have succeeded as we did were it not for those who have helped and urged us on. We truly appreciate the sacrifices, assistance, loyalty, and co-operation of our parents, teachers, and friends. Classmates, we must now say good-bye to those left behind us and to each other, and go through the gateway with the memories of happy moments spent here. We hope always to be worthy and proud of Hart High School and the class of ’36. So with the best of wishes for the future years, I say, farewell, classmates.—Gladys Shinn. Salutatory Life brings us all our share of joys and sorrows. Today it has brought to us, the class of ’36, a good measure of them both. It is one of the most memorable days our young lives have yet experienced. We are indeed grateful that so many of our loved ones are here to partake in the joy of this happy day. Without them it would certainly lose half of its significance. Like the departing pilgrim we feel a tinge of sadness at leaving our erstwhile home, the cherished friendships and the happy memories. Yet our hearts, like his, are filled with joy at the meaning of the occasion, and our minds, like his, see in it the outward confirmation of our interior ideal. Truly it is an historical mark on our particular lives, and Class Farewell We’ve had a lot of joy and fun. We have all our lessons done, And now our parting time has come In dear old H. H. S. Now as we leave our dear school, With final success as the rule. We’re going to win the honor due To dear old H. H. S. sincerely do we welcome you into its joy today, our dearest parents, friends, and faculty. Dear parents, we give you a special welcome. We feel indebted to you for your many kind and generous acts, but we are particularly grateful for your magnificent example of self-denial and courage. Devoted teachers, you have inspired us with a desire to climb to greater heights. Your example of patience and kindness has proved and will ever prove to be a great unspoken, shining precept in our lives, even though we have seemed at times unappreciative. With these sentiments uttered from the heart of each graduate, I bid you again a cordial welcome!—Bette Welsh. Poem to . . S. We sort of hate to leave our friends, To fun we’ve had there is no ends, And now our hearts it almost rends, To leave dear H. H. S. Goodbye to school and friends so dear, We’ll face the world without a fear, Because of training we got here. Farewell, dear H. H. S. : —Amy Coleson. Last Will and Testament of the Class We, the Senior class of Hart High School, Town of Hart, County of Oceana, State of Michigan, in the year of Our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and thirty-six, being of sound mind and body, do hereby publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament. ITEM I To the Junior class we bequeath our Senior dignity, of a very superior brand; our reputation, of the best; and our brilliant record in scholarship and activity; we leave them our mistakes and our blunders, hoping that they will profit by them and thus equal our reputation as an outstanding Senior class. And lastly, we present our beloved study room, the properties whereof, and our teachers, whose places in our hearts may be equalled, but never surpassed .. . provided they are properly appreciated. ITEM II To the Sophomores we will and bequeath the title of upperclassmen. We hereby deprive them of the title, “Sleepy Sophomores,” and christen them the “Jolly Juniors.” ITEM III To the Freshmen, we leave nothing of importance save a stern admonition to grow up! ITEM IV I, June Anderson, will and bequeath my shorthand ability to Corrine Snyder. I, Felix Andrulis, will and bequeath my extreme quietness to Garth Spitler. I, Clara Baker, will and bequeath my habit of asking what the assignment is after it is given, to Nancy Corbin. I, Mildred Benson, will and bequeath my ever-lasting gum chewing to Ernestine Griener. I, Florence Bohland, will and bequeath my knowledge of German to Jean Harris. I, Della Cargill, will and bequeath my natural wavy, brown tresses to Maureen Munger. I, Amy Coleson, will and bequeath my long braids to Evelyn North. I, Hilda Conkle, will and bequeath my giggle to Myra Coleson so she can become more popular with the boys. I, Arlene Copenhaver, will and bequeath my conversational ability in the study hall to Max Tate so he will not have the lonesome, studious look on his face so much. I, Paul Durham, will and bequeath my tardiness because of car trouble to Jack Mesick, on account of his long journey to reach the school. I, Evelyn Erwin, will and bequeath my auburn hair to Jane Davidson so she can act of ’36 as Janet Gaynor instead of Shirley Temple at the 1937 carnival. I, Roy Erwin, will and bequeath my cheerfulness to Erwin Sutherland so he can learn to smile and charm the girls. I, Doris Fletcher, will and bequeath my English accent to Joe Moravic. I, Victor Fletcher, will and bequeath my ability to write amorous letters to Myron Michalczuk so Pauline Grate can continue to receive her school notes from him. I, Daniel Gonder, will and bequeath my ability to filibuster on any subject to Louise Lambrix. We, Elaine Grate and Mary Jean Dayharsh, will and bequeath our long-lasting friendship to Paula Czajkowski and Stella Bray. I, Lorraine Halladay, will and bequeath my ability to get along with anyone to Mary Van-Allsburg. I, Arthur Harris, will and bequeath my way with the women to Lorraine Berger. I, Carl Hill, will and bequeath my position in the F. F. A. to Bill Rollins. I, Jack Frost, will and bequeath my motto, “Never do today what you can do tomorrow,” to Virgie Grover. I, Marshall Jones, will and bequeath my shortness to Max McClouth. I, Barbara Jenkins, will and bequeath my ability to take little girl parts in plays to Hilda Shafer. I, Kenneth Kokx, will and bequeath my fifth period naps to Arthur Olson, who also keeps late hours. I, Laurence Lombard, will and bequeath my cooking abilities to Eloise Munger. I, Alice Lorenz, will and bequeath my position as a basketball guard to Ann Wietzke. I, Mildred Lurie, will and bequeath my ability to talk and talk and talk some more, to Muriel Martin. I, Wallace May, will and bequeath my habit of blushing to Bud Stover. I, Imogene McClouth, will and bequeath my cleverness to keep two boys on the string to Elnora Durham. I, Bessie McCarty, will and bequeath my ability to direct plays to Miss Reusch. I, Vivian Miller, will and bequeath my olive complexion to Marjorie Grate. I, Beatrice Nutenbaum, will and bequeath my studious look to Viola Reames. I, Flossie Oeffler, will and bequeath my natural dark, long eye lashes to Virginia Black-more, so she will not have to spend so much time in putting mascara on. I, Robert Palen, will and bequeath my curly hair to Virginia Bruckman. Page 16 THE HARTIAN I, Ruth Parker, will and bequeath my gentle manners to Claude Stover. I, Lavant Pickens, will and bequeath my drawing ability to Marvin Lurie. I, Ross Purdy, will my part in the different plays to Dave Fletcher. I, Goyt Reed, will and bequeath my basketball ability to Joe Verschuren. I, Marjorie Reed, will and bequeath my perfect imperfect attendance to William Jensen. I, Maurice Nichols, will and bequeath my singing ability to Maurice Reeds. I, Jean Reynolds, will and bequeath my boy-friends to Virginia Lykens so she won’t have to make eyes at Max Tate. I, Ivan Robinson, will and bequeath my height to Lewis Ruggles. I, Dick Rummer, will and bequeath my ability to say the right thing at the wrong time to Marion Pugsley. I, Lorraine Ruggles, will and bequeath my artistic colorations to Ruth Ridell. I, Frank Schramn, will and bequeath my athletic activeness to Lyle Tambling. I, Peter Shimkus, will and bequeath my place as an honor student to Wanda Bovid. I, Gladys Shinn, will and bequeath my record of never being absent to Jack Salter. I, Coralie Sloan, will and bequeath my slender figure to Bette Padecky. I, Robert Tate, will and bequeath my way with the Mears’ girls to Paul Snyder. I, Jeanne Watkins, will and bequeath my “grate” powers to Charlie Brown. I, Bernard Walker, will and bequeath my loyalty to H. H. S. to LaVern Lipps. I, Neil Wierich, will and bequeath my accent to Betty Hayward. I, Bette Welsh, will and bequeath my hair bows to Margaretta Hitchcock. I, Hilda Wiegand, will and bequeath my quietness in the assembly to Rita Rose Luce. I, Edna Mae Winget, will and bequeath my cheer leading ability to Marilyn Hallidav. I, Marguerite Winget, will and bequeath my popularity with the Freshman boys to LaVerle Bebe. I, Peter Miachalzuk, will and bequeath my ability to play the violin to Merle Reasoner. I, Bill Bunch, will and bequeath my dandiness to Don Powers. In testimony whereof we have affixed our Hand and Seal this 15th day of May, 1936 Mildred Lurie Edna Mae Winget. Class Prophecy Hear Ye, Hear Ye! and listen to my call! The Prophecy shall now be read which interests one and all. You soon will know how Madam Fate has favored you and me, For she has picked your path in life, wherever it may be. Here’s a sign upon the corner, for all who pass to see. It marks the path into the future, so come along with me. Now I see a pretty sight, a school for ballet dancing, With Mildred Benson and Flossie, the teachers, how entrancing! Out by the curb I see a car, and at the wheel a loafer, Coralie Sloan’s the wealthy girl—“Heiress in love with a chauffeur.” But on we go to Broadway, where a Prima Donna sings, Marjorie Reed in person, is the voice that softly rings. First we find a business man in the very heart of town, I see he’s wide awake, why say, it’s Richard Rummer, blow me down! ♦ ! And now we’ve come into a school where teach-t ing does appear, ♦ And who is seen but Mary Jean, who teaches 2 Science here. ♦ And still another teacher, it’s the stronger sex ! this time, ♦ r And as a public speaking teacher, Ivan’s do-I ) ing fine. I .With him is Imogene, who does her little bit, t 1 find her teaching little ones the art of pen-I manship. And on the bill a sister team, have won their fame by dance, None other than the Winget girls, who leave us in a trance. And who’s that little chorus girl who has a “way” with hearts? It’s Arlene as I live, who's shooting cupid’s darts. And as the orchestra begins to play, I must lament, For there are six of our old pals with varied instruments. I guess there must be some mistake, for as I gaze up, lo! Pete Shimkus plays the tuba, and Paul the piccalo. ♦ THE HARTIAN Page J I see the violin is played by Pete, no less. And at the drums, Lavant sophistication-less. Bill Bunch plays the saxophone like Rudy Val-lee’s rival, And Doris Fletcher, the piano as would Mendelssohn’s revival. Between the numbers of the band, Barbara is the girl Who does a tap dance cleverly and leaves us in a whirl. But who’s that I hear singing, a deep-pitched, baritone voice Of the Metropolitan Opera? Maurice Nichols is making the noise. And now the final act is on—a comedian appears, In reality its Jack Frost, who’s been at it many years. But now let's go to a society club, it’s called the “New York Dome,” And as a society hostess, Mildred Lurie’s right at home. And there’s the well-known author, Robert Palen is his name. His book, “The Woman Hater,” has brought him untold fame. And next to him the artist from Paris over there, He’s really Marshall Jones, whose paintings are quite rare. And next is Hilda Wiegand, a president who’s mum, She’s leading lady in the school for all the deaf and dumb. Now, as I pass by a corner, a window I see, And Jeanne’s the proprietress of the “Shoppe De Parie.” Now there’s two big attractions on the circus bill of fare, For here is Kenneth Kokx as an acrobat with dare. And who floats through the air with the greatest of ease? Frank Shramm is the man on the flying trapeze. A midget is ill but the show will go on For wee Lorraine Ruggles is stopping in town. And now 1 see athletics on an all-American team, And Lawrence is the half-back for old Yale, so it seems. Here’s another “All American” noted for his speed, Basketball is his game and his name is Goyt Reed. Here’s a fine old library so let us peek within To see the librarian, our old friend, Gladys Shinn. I hear someone call “Peanuts.” It's a vendor in the street. And there I see Ross Purdy selling peanuts by the feet. And here's the Salvation Army with Ruth Parker at its head, The leader, Amy Coleson, knows just how they should be led. And now I see a champion and basketball’s her game, She’s known for tricky shooting and Bette Welsh’s the name. Here comes a saleslady, who sells accident insurance, “Success lies in experience” and Clara has assurance. Now advertising comes in view, two firms whose adds reach all, Show Elaine modeling for Blondex—and Carl for Barbasol. And here’s a typical old maid with a cat and funny ways, It’s Jean Reynolds whose state in life reflects her in school days. If it’s advice that you need on your hay or your cow, Wallace or Neil can tell you just how. In the village of Mears there’s a sign on a gate, “If it’s a car that you need, just see Robert Tate.” If your pet cat or dog should ever seem sick, Just call “Doctor Gonder,” his pills will act quick. Here’s a long line of customers tired as can be, For Victor’s the boss at the new “A” and “P.” An aeroplane zooms away through the night, Lorraine’s at the controls so we’re sure it’s all right. I walked into the Mears new office one summer afternoon, And who should I see behind the desk, but Assistant Editor June. As we round the corner of 5th street, a hospital soon appears, Where Bessie McCarty, a trained nurse, banishes patients’ fears. And as we pass by Crystal Lake, children from far and near, Are taking lessons from Florence and Felix, swimming teachers here. O, here’s a little food shop in a shady nook. And we’re informed by waiters that Hilda Conkle is the cook. Page 18 THE HARTIAN ! ♦ ♦ • : : •: ♦ : ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ : As I pick up the evening paper at the very close of day, I see an ad that says, “Evelyn’s beauty parlor this way.” And going down the column, here’s another ad that reads, “Roy’s pleasant sights in real estate will fill your urban needs.” Beatrice is the owner of a dress shop bright and gay, Where Della and Alice, the models, are busy all the day. Class Song Tune—Red Sails in the Sunset I We’ve been loyal to you Hart High, All through the years. We’ve always stood by you. Forgetting our fears. We’ve enjoyed the friendship. Sweet memories are ours. We’ve conquered the victories, Thru long weary hours. You’ve given us pleasures. We've been showered with joys. We’ll never forget you, High school girls and boys. Though we may be separate We’ll help just the same. In our hearts we’ll cherish And to you we’ll wish fame. II Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors, We’re going to depart, For we’ve worked together, As schoolmates of Hart. We hope you may sometime, When your school days are o’er Will find happy places Where you’ll stay evermore. We have only memories, That never will leave our hearts. Four years we have struggled, Each doing our parts. Farewells must be spoken, Old friends say adieu, Our very best wishes We are leaving with you. —Wallace May, —Ivan Robinson. Did you ever meet a boy on the street with a smile? That’s Bernard Walker, who wears it every mile. And Arthur Harris leads a chauffeur’s life, For Vivian Miller, the banker’s wife. Here’s the end of the road, so let’s close the gate, The prophecy’s ended, we’re left to our fate. Elaine Grate Lorraine Halladav. : : : ♦ THE HARTIAN Page 19 History The graduating class of 1936 entered their high school career in September, 1932, with the enrollment of 65 members. President, John Achterhoff; vice-president, Lorraine Hal-laday; secretary and treasurer, Jeanne Watkins. Our class advisor was Mr. Cowles. We spent many anxious hours preparing for our main event which was a hard-time party given late in the spring. It was very successful and everyone had a good time. During our Freshman year we lost some of our classmates; for in the fall of 1933 we had an enrollment of 50 members. Through our success as Freshmen we entered our Sophomore year with much enthusiasm. We elected these officers: President, Jeanne Watkins; vice-president, Richard Rummer; secretary, Lorraine Halladay; treasurer, Mary Jean Day-harsh. Our class advisor and class gave a very successful St. Patrick’s party on March 16. When we began our Junior year we were 61 in number. The following officers were chosen: President, Barbara Jenkins; vice-president, Neil Weirich; secretary, Wallace May; treasurer, Elaine Grate. As our Student Council representatives, Robert Palen and Coralie Sloan were chosen. For our class colors we selected green and white. Our class advisor was Miss McCall. We gave a valentine party. On May 10, we joined the Seniors in presenting the play, “Huckleberry Finn.” On May 24, we honored the Seniors at the annual banquet and dance. The banquet was held in the dining room of the Congregational Church, and the dance in the auditorium of the school. The auditorium was attractively decorated to represent a ship and the idea was carried out throughout the evening. This is our Senior year and our last year in high school. Our class officers are as follows: President, Wallace May; vice-president, Marshall Jones; secretary, Coralie Sloan; treasurer, Neil Weirich. We decided to keep the same colors as were selected in our Junior year, and we chose the “lily of the valley” as our class flower. Our motto is “Not the Sunset, but the Dawn.” This year our class advisor is Mr. Snow. Our class party was a Christmas party given December 6. On February 25, we sponsored an amateur hour which was a big success. We decided to have our Hartian as a monthly paper and issue a large edition at the end of the year. This plan proved quite successful. Bette Welsh and Barbara Jenkins were chosen as Editor-in-Chief and Business Manager, respectively. “The Professor Crashes Through” was our play given on May 8. One of the most welcome events in high school took place May 21 when the whole Senior class skipped school and motored to Holland to attend the “Tulip Festival.” Now we are looking forward to graduation on May 29, which is the end of our first mile on the highway toward success. Clara Baker and Coralie Sloan. ♦ ♦ ♦ : ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ! : ♦ ♦ : ♦ I ♦ Giftatory To June Anderson we give a box of printer’s pi, so she will know something about the Dayharsh business. To Felix Andrulis we give a candle to give him light on the subject of “girls.” To Clara Baker we give a telephone so she can call her Muskegon boy friend. To Mildred Benson we give a package of dates so she can come to school and tell about them. To Florence Bohland we give this pencil and pad to further her ability to write poetry. To Della Cargill we give a book on “Getting the Right Man,” so she can decide between Tony and Harold. To Amy Coleson we give this penny to help her get through college as she desires. To Hilda Conkle we give this record of different giggles so she can change her’s for a new one. To Arlene Copenhaver we give this white excuse, so she will always have one handy if she wants to skip school. To Mary Jean Dayharsh we give a joke-book so she can say some more funny things. To Paul Durham we give a shoelace, many famous men have started on less. To Evelyn Ervin we give some henna rinse to use when her hair starts to turn gray. To Roy Ervin we give a feather so he can tickle himself and will always have his cheery laugh. To Doris Fletcher we give a contract as announcer for Jack Hylton’s English orchestra. My word! To Victor Fletcher we give a pad of note paper so he can always have a supply to write to “Toots” on. To Daniel Gonder we give this contract from N. U. T. motion picture company for the lead in their new picture, “The Return of the Gift of Gab.” To Elaine Grate we give a card of bobby pins so she can always keep her hair curly. To Lorraine Halladay we give a deck of cards so she can spend the time in solitare that she usually spends in talking. To Arthur Harris we give a set of Encyclopaedia Britannica to take up the time he usually spends in flirting with the girls. To Carl Hill we give a position as agriculture instructor at H. H. S. so he, like Glen Henry Cowles, can remember the farm. To Jack Frost we give this can of Ovaltine so he can get more sleep. To Marshall Jones we give a streamlined bike so he can deliver his papers quicker. To Barbara Jenkins we give a trap to catch foxes with. To Kenneth Kokx we give the song “Double Trouble, because it seems to fit the double life he has been leading. To Laurence Lombard we give a box of matches so he won't have to swipe anymore from the Chemistry room. To Alice Lorenz we give this book, “How to Treat the Referee, so she can study up on the rules and then she can treat Ole better the next time. To Mildred Lurie we give these scales so she can weigh her words. To Wallace May we give this book on “Presidency so he will better fulfil his duties as class president. To Imogene McLouth we give this speedometer so she can get an idea of how fast she walks. To Peter Michalczuk we give a medal for his endurance in tennis playing. To Bessie McCarty we give this nurse’s uniform so she can join her sister in helping the sick. To Vivian Miller we give this soap so she can always retain her Palm “Olive complexion. To Beatrice Nutenbaum we give this shorthand dictionary so she will be able to figure out her shorthand. To Flossie Oeffler we give this “Johnny cake. To Robert Palen we give this certificate for a permanent wave, so he can always keep his lustrous curls. To Bill Bunch we give this diploma so he’ll be sure of getting one. To Ruth Parker we give this bottle of ink so she will always have an extra bottle for Elaine and Edna Mae to use. To Lavant Pickens we give a block of wood to start on his desired career of art-craft. To Ross Purdy we give his heart’s desire, a Wilbur candy bar. To Go3rt Read we give this adhesive plaster to tape up his mouth during third hour study so he won’t bother Mildred Lurie. To Marge Reed we give this stationery to write to her boy friend at Big Rapids. To Maurice Nichols we give a hot-water bottle so he won’t get cold feet when he meets Ivan R. on the way to Imogene’s. To Jean Reynolds we give a bell so she can fasten it to Marjorie Reed and in this way keep track of her. To Ivan Robinson we give this book of old-fashioned melodies so he can learn the words that go to the names of the songs he is always singing. To Dick Rummer we give this pound of lard to keep his wave in place. To Lorraine Ruggles we give this package of seed to help her grow. To Frank Schramm we give a baseball so he can practice up for his coming years with the Chicago Cubs. To Peter Shimkus we give this medal for the championship in bicycle idling. To Gladys Shinn, who plans to go to college, we give this road map so she can keep on the straight and narrow path. To Coralie Sloan we give an anchor to hold Mears down. To Bob Tate we give a map so he can find some other place to go besides Mears. To Jeanne Watkins we give this alarm clock so she can get to school a little early instead of a little late. To Neil Weirich we give this box of Craxs to keep him well supplied in fresh wise cracks. To Bernard Walker we give a pair of stilts to bring him up to the same level as the rest of us. To Bette Welsh we give a style book so she can keep her place as the typically dressed high school girl. To Hilda Wiegand we give a talking machine so she will talk more. To Marguerite Winget we give a bottle of Catsup so she can catch up on her sleep. To Edna Mae Winget we give this megaphone so she can teach her children to be cheer leaders for good 01’ H. H. S. To Jasper Olendorf we give a padded room to teach in so he won’t bother the other classes. To Howard Dalmon we give a new bell so he can bring order to the assemblies. To Glen Cowles we give this box of seeds so he can have his Future Farmers make him a garden. To Jane Elliott we give this book. “Child’s Garden of Verses,” so she will have some new poems to recite to her Speech class. To Cecile Reusch we give this ring to match the other one she wears. To Ella McCall we give a copy book so she can fill five pages a day for a change. To James Benjamins we give a date book so he can keep the dates with the different teachers straight. To Mildred Green we give this book of famous funnies to make her laugh. To Maurice Snow we give an autographed book from the class of ’36 so he will always remember us. —Peter Shimkus —Arthur Harris.