Hastings High School - Saxon Yearbook (Hastings, MI)

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.] J- J J J J J J J J J J J J J J ADMINISTRATION BOARD OF EDUCATION —At the head of our entire school system is the board of Education. If it were not for the func- tions of this group of citizens, we would have, in short, no school. But since the laws of Michigan have seen fit for us to attend, we can thank the board for making our stay as pleasant at it has been. The board has undergone almost a com- plete change since last year. Mrs. Homer Smith and Dr. A. B. Gwinn came on it last July. In November Howard Frost replaced Hubert Cook, who retired because of his health, and in December, E. W. Parmalee succeeded Harold Foster, who moved to East Lansing. Charles Faul is the only mem- ber remaining from last year's board. Superintendent D. A. VanBuskirk is com- pleting his twenty-fifth year of service with our school system. During this time it has come to be recognized as one of the best in Michigan. SCHOOL BOARD — Mr. E. NX’. I'armalcc, Mr. Howard Frost, Mrs. Mildred Smith, Dr. A. B. Clwinn, Mr. Charles Faul, Mr. D. A. Van Busktrlc. EDWIN L. TAYLOR — Students com- templating an evening of study may think that they are about the busiest people in school. They may be, but for one exception; that is principal E. L. Taylor. As if the headaches of principalship were not enough, Mr. Taylor takes an active interest in the promotion of athletics and has spent un- counted hours on this annual. His desk, piled high with work, is a familiar sight to all who have called at his office for an admit slip, help on registration, or perhaps infor- mation about college. FRED S. JONES — As assistant principal Fred S. Jones can often be seen working over his ledgers, straightening out the class fi- nances which harried class officers fre- quently throw into utter confusion. Besides this administrative work, Mr. Jones is well known for his physics and chemistry classes. A well known proponent of the Ford, his classes sparkle with humor, and all those who have been in them come away with a much greater knowledge of what he fondly calls the “basic principles.”

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A PATH BESIDE A SCHOOL — Just a strip of land on the face of the earth is all it is. Made by the footprints of many people, it leads one from the street to the doors of school, doors through which we pass for four years. This path is only a streak of brown dust in the grass of summer and barely a line of packed snow through the white of winter, but over it travel the multitude, some seeking education, others, fun. In the summer the path veers to the right in order to avoid marring the lawn in front of school. In winter, when the snow covers the ground and this danger is past, it continues straight. This it does in accordance with the laws of nature, fol- lowing the line of least resistance as man has done for centuries. Many types of people travel this trail. In the dull gray of a winter’s morning, a boy rushes to bear the 8:30 bell. A happy crowd wends its way homeward at noon. In spring, a boy and girl leisurely head toward session room as they build castles in the sky. An underclassman pauses in a moment of indecision, undeter- mined whether to take the left or the right fork. Boys trudging home after a long football practice kick up dust as they pass. A girl carries an armful of books with the snow crunching underfoot. Yes, it’s just a small unimportant strip of earth, but on it is placed the mark of everyone who travels over it in Hastings High’s passing parade.

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Wishing to get authoritative data on all the faculty, the editor sent out a photographer and reporter to get the “goods.” What they got was rather unexpected but also rather amusing. Nevertheless we submit this unbiased report, and hope we still may graduate. These three jolly boys, Mr. Knopf, Mr. Vander- brook, and Mr. Gies, stopped laughing at Mr. Gies’s jokes just long enough for the photographer to snap the shutter. It is rumored that Mr. Van- derbrook likes to amuse his horses by telling them of his solid geometry class. Those jokes we men- tioned really saved the day for Mr. Knopf’s ag class the year the corn crop failed. The photographer interrupted this cozy group, Mr. Turkal, Mr. Damson, and Mr. Reinhardt, of the social science department, deep in discussion of Mr. Damson's past experience as night club bouncer. Even though Mr. Reinhardt’s room is far from a night club, he too practices the old art. Mr. Turkal, a newcomer to the group, is catching on fast. His bouncing technique has already landed several students in the office. As heads of the fine arts department, we find Mr. Williams, off-hours tumbler; Miss Campbell, experienced tractor driver; and Mr. Hine, former barber. They now teach vocal music, art, and instrumental music, respectively. Their broad smiles no doubt come from hearing Miss Camp- bell tell about her cruise with Mrs. Burrell. She had the extra-special suite and ate at the captain’s table. She had no idea of her destination, but with a set-up like that, who cares? (Who remem- bers the Hine-Williams act which almost asphyxi- ated the revived Spotlight?) Mr. Fowler, it seems, was caught like a politi- cian with both hands in the pork barrel trying to make off with one of Mrs. Sim’s typewriters. Mrs. Sim was very indifferent, mentioning that the ma- chine was only a Remington. Mr. Sim, who wasn’t involved at all, stepped in anyway, recall- ing that the commercial department must stick together. [ [ [ [ [