Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

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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

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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

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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