Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

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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

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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

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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