Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

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?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

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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.

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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