Hart High School - Hartian Yearbook (Hart, MI)

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Ivan Robinson B. A., M. A. Principal Dear Seniors: Your days at Hart High School have too fast come to a close• We hope that your experiences here have been enjoyable and profitable Through this annual, may you remember the good friends you have made and the fun you had along with the hard work you have done. High School will likely be remembered as one of the happiest times of your lives. However, as one good experience passes, another perhaps even more wonderful often takes its place. As you leave Hart High School, some will be earning a living, others establishing a home, and many going on for further learning. No matter which it may be, have a goal for your life and work hard to achieve it. Dare to dream and have the courage to strive toward your ambitions. Have faith in your fellow men and trust in God, your maker and constant companion. On behalf of the school, I wish each of you a happy and fruitful life. Sincerely, Mrs. Bertha Yeager Secretary

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Eugene A. Randall B.A., M A. Superintendent The stature of a man is determined not alone by his deeds. His acts must be viewed in the light of his thinking. For as a man's philosophy directs his actions, so must he be judged. A generous act prompted by selfish motives is not generosity. If all of us would direct our thinking and efforts to the above lines, we would find our purpose in life very useful. As students of Hart High School, it is your responsibility to fulfill your duty as a student and as a citizen. To you is given the opportunity of securing not only learning with which to make a living, but also the privilege of learning how to live. Prepare well for today and develop vision for tomorrow, for Without vision the people perish . Mrs. Leila Purdy Secretary

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A TRIBUTE TO A TEACHER Never has there been a woman so feminine or so changeable as my country grade school teacher. She usually wore wedge-soled shoes and nylons, but she brought tennis shoes and sox, so that she might be the umpire for the noon-hour baseball teams. One noon the superintendent of schools, Mr. Schimke, drove into the yard. No one was in the school, so he walked around towards the back of the building. There in the middle of the field was our teacher ! He mistook one of the taller eighth grade girls for the teacher. To add to the fun of learning we went on field trips every other Thursday providing the weather was suitable. Once on a field trip we went to see our school neighbor who was an Indian. We watched her make baskets, but were unable to see her finish the painting because our time was up. The teacher bought a basket which we drew a picture of in art later in the afternoon. Besides just teaching my teacher was an umpire, a nurse to her school children, a cook for the pupils who ate hot lunches, our 4-H leader, and you might say, an interior decorator for the book shelves built by the boys to whom she taught 4-H. The curtains and stage drapes were made under her instruction. She, also, was a good artist which she proved by making paper chains into a flag and by drawing seasonal pictures on the windows. She was not prejudiced, nor had any particular person she favored. She still teaches school in another district and is well liked by all who know her. She is especially well liked by all who remember that little country school and how pleasant her presence made it. A Senior