Homer High School - Trojan Yearbook (Homer, MI)

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NEVA BUTCHER Good looking and fair, is one of our girls without bobbed hair. REYNOLD WHITCOMB Football, ’24. Reynold is big and strong. But we all know he’ll not go wrong. MAURINE CILLEY Honor student. High School News Editor. Class Play. Of course, she says now and then That a date is relished by the best of men. KENNETH COOK Honor student, ’24. Class Play. The desire to live on a farm. Would have for him an infinite charm. MARTHA BOOTH Honor Student, ’24. Class Play. Though coming from our school, Martha is nobody’s fool. COLON BROCKWAY Football, ’24. Basketball, ’24. Class Plav. “A man of a merrv face.”—Kipling. 17

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VIOLA DANIEL, Basketball, '22, '23. Operetta; class play. “A young man’s fancy.” —Tennyson JOHN HAKES, Basketball, '24. ’25. Class Vice-President. '24. In his studies he’s rather weak. But when it come to girls, he’s somewhat of a sheik. MONABELLE HEATH, Class Play. They say she studies all day and all night but of course she has the right. CHARLES GARDNER Class Play As a boy Charles is very good. But there’s a good many things he could if he would. INA LAKE Honor student, ’22, ’23. ’24, ’25. Class Play. Tis noble to be good.” —Tennyson. 16

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Class Poem Have any wet blankets” got mixed with our class? If there have take them out we will all let them pass. Take out those who are fretting, we’ll be happy tonight. Our time is fast fleeting, we’il be happy to-night. We’re happy and joyous, who says we are not? He's crazy-dear Classmates-take him right off the spot. “Unhappy in June time? No we’re not if you please; There's nothing but music in the spring's balmy breeze. We've a trick we young Seniors, perhaps you’ve been told Of talking (in public) as if we were old; This boy we call Putty” and this we call Charles” They’re both great on fiction, of course they'll win laurels. That fellows our Speaker”-the one on the right; Mr. Flint my young one, how are you tonight?” Sam's our “Football Coach we say when we chaff. There’s the “Deacon ivhats his name don’t make me laugh. That girl with the grave mathematical look, Thinks she may write a wonderful book, A nd the Royal Society will think it is true, , So they’ll take her right in, Louise McAllister she is too. There’s A boy we pretend with a three decker brain, That could harness a team with a logical chain, When he spoke for our class in that eloquent way We called him just Bill”; he’s Mr. Gibson” to day. And there’s a nice youngster with talents so rare. You’d think to look at her she hadn’t one care, But she’ll shout a glad song that will float on the breeze, Just look at her smile, her name is Louise. We call this girl Neva”, you think she’s all fun; But the teachers smile too at the work she has done, The children laugh loud as they troop to her call. But the ones who best know her, laugh loudest of all. 18