Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

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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

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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

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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