Homer High School - Trojan Yearbook (Homer, MI)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The Senior Class of 48 has gone through muoh in it four year of high •chool. After entering as Freshmen we found that life wasn't all peaches and cream. It was a life of trudging back and forth to classes in rain, snow, and sleet. It is a wonder that we don't have flat feet. Even after all we have gone through we seem to have survived in pretty good shape. This year we are proud Seniors who are graduating. Proud, because we are Seniors, and very proud of the fast that we are the first, the very first, te graduate from eur brand new scheel. September 1944, 47 trembling boys, and girls tried te make themselves as inconspicuous as possible. Our first Job was to obtain recognition from the upper classmen. So we had a tug-ef-war which was attended by the student body. It must have been due te the fact that we were rather green that we lost to the Sophomores. But in the girls soft ball game we were victorious Then the fateful day arrived. It was black and gloomy. 47 Freshmen passed in line to the hangnan'a noose Thunder roared and lightning flashed. In all of eur Freshman history we don't believe a day was as terrible as our initiation. At this point we wish to extend our thanks to the doctors of Homer for patching us up and making it possible te resume school We believe if we had not been piloted by our class adviser; Mrs. Whitney an . eur class officers: Pres Pat Deigert; Vioe-Pres., Bob Smith; Sec.-Trees., Douglas Busk irk; Student council rep, Marilyn Truax, we would never have become Sophomores After a much needed vacation 43 strong, hail and hearty veterans of the Freshman year, re-entered school aa Sophomores in September 1945. We began our climb up into the world by pulling the Freshmen through the river in the annual tug-of-war. During our initiation of the Freshmen we took sweet revenge for the indignities heaped upon us the previous year. Our first school dance. The Bunny Hop was one of the biggest events of the year. Mrs. Whitney continued with us as advisor and helped us solve our many problems. The following class officers aided Mrs. Whitney in guiding our Sophomore affairs. Pres., Pat Deigert; Vioe-Pres., Ruth Degan; Sec., Pat Weiss; Treas., Bob Smith September, 194Q Juniors entered school and found their class treasury financially embarrassed. With the help of Mr. Weaver, our class adviser, we set up projects te raise money. These consisted of selling H pins, and alternating with the Seniors in handling the refreshment concession at our home games. Important events of the fall were the receiving of our class rings and our Halloween dance. Then April, oh what an April that was----there was hustling and bustling and practicing of lines. Then final night. Lights, action, camera, the Jr. play, Love Troubles Tommy, is on. It was considered by many to be one of the best productions in a long time. The highlight of the Junior year was the Junior - Senior Prom, May 9. The. decorative theme was a sidewalk cafe in Spring Time. The dance was well attended by Juniors, Seniors, Faculty members, and alumni. Class officers for the year were; Prds., Ueal Patrick; Vice-Pres., Ken Mestdagh; Sec., Bob Smith; Treas., Jim Robinson and Marilyn Truax. Last September, 31 Seniors entered school and assumed thMr rightfll places as Lords and Masters of about 800 students. Pres., Bob Smith; Vice-Pres., Sam Mather; Sec., Pat Deigert; Treas., Ken Mestdagh were honored to be the last class officers of the class of 48 . Again we knew what it felt like to have the blaze of Act lights in our eyes and the ringing ef appause in our ears. It was the Seniors last display of their acting talents, December 3 and 4, in The Late Mr. Early. This year, as in other years, the D.A.R. was selected with the help of tho faculty. The lucky girl was Pat Deigert. Graduation exercises were as follows: Baocalaureate May, 31; Class Night June 1; COMMENCEMENT June 3. „ This year as in other years we took a class trip. DESTINATION: DETROIT, MACKINAC ISLAND, CHICAGO, MUSKEGON AND HOMB. 9

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Marilyn Truax College Prep. I am what I air do not try to change me. Office Practice $; G.A.A. 4; (Pres.) Student Council 1; Camp hire 1,2,3,4; Jr. Play (Prop.) Sr. Play Class Tres. 3; Glee Club 4. Pearlneta Wildt Pearl Comercial Course She is small, but so is a stick of dynamite. Sr. Play Patricia Weiss Pat General Course I always say what I mean and something more. Office Practice 3,4; Student Council 1; Journalism 3; Glee Club 4; G.A.A. 4; Band 1; Class Sec. 2; Jr. Play Cheerleader 1,2,3,4. (Cpt. 4) Lloya Wilson General Course Ladies, oh ladies J Leave me alone. Ag. 2,3; F.F.A. 4; H Club 2,3,4; Journalism 4; Football 1,2,3,4; Baseball 1,2,3,4; Sr. Play Sports Ed. of Headlight 4. Harold Wonders General Course When he smiles he uses a lot of face. H Club 3; Football 3; Ag. 2,3,4; F.F.A. 4. (Sec.) L'thelyn Wonders College Prep. Here is a true and industrious friend. Glee Club 4; Journalism 4; Home Ec. Club 4. Eleanor Pratt General Course I desire no future that will break the ties of the past. Gaylord Basketball 2. Homer Office Practice 4. 8

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY GAZER: Oh Senior Class of HOMER HIGH SCHOOL, hear ye the message I bring. Life is divided into three great periods; the past, the present, the future. The past, with its many happy days of freedom from care, is behind you. It is now only a succession of beautiful memories, that, in years to come, we shall love to recall. The present, with its petty trials, its days of study and play, of triumph and disappointment, is with you now; but the great unknown future stretches out before you, an untraveled road, filled with—-you know not what. Perhaps poverty; perhaps fame. You go forward with, as it were, your eyes blindfolded, traveling the great road of life, each step opening up something new, something unexpected. But I, with my mystic power, can unfold that future to you and give a brief glimpse of this class, ten years from today. Then you can Judge for yourselves the paths each one has traveled, the efforts each one has made. Listen well. Oh Class of 19481 Give heed to these words of mystic wisdom as the future is revealed. 0 mystic ball, from out thy depths. The future to this class reveal. Thy knowledge, hidden deep from sight. Pray give us now, and naught conceal. I see a great building, rising out of the heart of the city. The names in clear letters over it read. Larder and Deigert, Manufacturers of Hot Rod Automobiles. A magnificent private railroad car, speeding over the glistening rail men in conference around a handsome mahogany table. The president at the head is Mr. Leon Brodock. An airship, high up in the blue sky, United States Mail from New York to San Francisco. The pilot is Miss Pat Weiss. I see miles and miles of unbroken prairie land. There are thousands of splendid cattle, with cowboys riding in and out among them. Let me see, those faces under the broad hats are familiar. Kenneth Dibble, Harold Wonders, Orville Hamman cowboys, and the owner of this splendid ranch, sitting at ease on the broad veranda of the handsome ranch house is Bob Smith, and his wife, standing beside him, is Marilyn Truax. I see great tents, a vast number of them. What can it be? Oh, it is a circus, Joy for the little ones, pleasure for the grown-ups. There are large banners, with the names of the owners, Herbert Lindsey and Pearl Wildt, successors to Ringling Brothers. Let us peep into the tents. Perhaps we may find some more of out friends. Yes, suspended from a lofty trapeeze we find Fern Titus, and the leader of the great band is Sam Mather. Look in this lion s cage. There fearlessly handling the. great beasts, we find Greta Gehrig, and running around and around the ring, with his ever ready Jokes, I see Datglas 3uskirk, the greatest clown of the century. Now I see a stately home, with a beautiful woman receiving her guests. I do not know her married name, but there she sits before me, Virginia Chamberlain. Now I can look through a window into a splendid room, where court is in session. Judge Faye Titus is on the bench and Lawyer Kathrine Schau is pleading the case for her client, Mr. Ueal Patrick, who has been arrested for speeding in his airplane. What is this great cluster of buildings I see now? Ahi It is the Michigan State University. President Lloyd Wilson, in his office, surrounded by a number of chosen colleagues, Dr. Kenneth Mestdagh, Prof. Shirley Avery, Dr. Ethelyn Wonders, and Dean of Women, Marilyn Berklund. Now I see Hollywood, that fascinating place of famous men and women. Here I find Lois Nantz, sharing top honors with James Fleming in the new play, Modern People, written by the successful writer, Rolin Richardson, and directed by Eleanor Pratt, who has become famous in her chosen profession. This great concert hall is filled to overflowing, a tribute to the famous prima donna, Miss Joyce Hoffman, who has Just returned from a years' engagement at the Grand Opera House in Paris. Her own private orchestra, conducted by Maurice McCullough, is playing the opening now. Listen, I can almost hear it. Here is a great forest, with a single trail leading to a lone cabin, where we find a gray haired man, resting and hiding from the enthusiastic public, after the successful exhibition of his latest invention, the folding automobile. There he is now, on the porch, with one folded, lying on the chair beside him. Fame has at last come to Mr. Don Crandall. Now the ball is growing dim, but I can still clearly see a wonderful new building, situated on this very spot. Tall, four stories high, elevators, 10