Lee High School - Echo Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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LEE HIGH 1933 VALEDICTORY Tonight marks the end of our twelfth year in school. We have come to the end of the pathway which our parents, our teachers, and our school board have so care' fully paved for us. I wish to thank the teachers, the school board, and the parents who have given their all that we might have the opportunity to go thus far. Up to this time, education has been easily acquired. Now each one of our class must urge himself On to Greater Things. The going may be rough and the passage barred temporarily. But the thought of all that wealth of knowledge await' ing us, separated from us only by a short stony path, should make each one of us more eager for modern education. Modern education, in itself, is a marvelous phenomenon. There are spheres open to each of us at the end of that path. The aspirant for a doctor's career may gaze in wonder at miracles he had merely dreamed about, soft'eyed, here in high school. The student who yearns to become a chemist may cause an explosion at flrstg but that explosion may blast away a few of the boulders in his pathway. The student of Life may learn of a multitude of things hitherto unthought of. The poet's ideas may mature and with study his present thoughts will pass into the limbo of forgotten things. And the student whose very soul is music may clamor for that vibrant thread which is woven into his life. He will strive over and over for that perfect measure. The person who may become a teacher will live over again the regrets we are experiencing tonight. He must say good-bye again and again to his classes as they pass on into life. Some of us may rise higher and faster than others. But none will forget tonightg and the urge to go On to Greater Things will stay with us along the stony path and linger as we say goodfbye to our friends. Doris Halpen Twenty-two

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1933 LEE HIGH silently watching Leonard. From the sound of things something was wrong at Lee High, so I quickly made a change to see what was the matter. What a picture! In the hall working like Trojans to keep up with a mechanical man who slyly smiled to himself, were the janitor, Herman Baker, and his assistant, John Kossen. It seems that the man refused to work alone and Leonard had built the building too small to accommodate two of them. The picture was too heartbreaking so I changed it. The next scene was a cottage near a lake. On the porch were two people, buried deeply in a newspaper called the Newsy Daily which, by the way, was edited by Charles Dodds. The two, Luella Hineline and George Start, or rather Mr. and Mrs. Start seemed very interested. George had just finished reading an article concerning Coach Harold Cotton at Harvard, and was turning to the column, Helpful Hints for Husband and Wife by Ruth Vos. Luella was reading a threefcolumn article telling of a recent tea party given by Doris Halpen and Tilda Giddis for the 400 of Galewood. Having satisned my desire, I again changed the scene, this time to an airport. In an office in one of the large buildings I saw Russell Callahan, president of the Leway Transcontinental Airways, working diligently over plans or ways and means to get to Mars. In the next room was the supposedly busy secretary, Jeanette Bruin' ing. Besides chewing gum, she was writing--but it was a letter to her boyffriend. Outside of the building a transport pilot, Raymond Wilson, was watching Evelyn McCune, a famous aviatrix and instructor, reprimand a student for making a pancake landing. Across the road from the field I saw a neat building containing a branch office of Dr. William De Witt. I would say that he is a man of business intuitions. He always leaves Thurston Camp, his assistant, there just in case. To make my little radio trip complete, I got a view of a serious friend, Arthur Hage who had turned out to be a minister. He was completing one of his ever popular lectures at the enlarged auditorium in Grand Rapids. After having had a pleasant time watch- ing my friends, I decided to continue my travels and visit some of these very inter' esting people. Leo McLavic CLASS SONG Jlusir' by Jlaryuerife Bagge Words by Kenneth Sims CHORUS All there is of History, Our class is the best All that we hope we've learned. In East or in West All there is of Chemistry Lee High is the best in the land. No knowledge have we spurned. Our girls are the fairest We've read up and we've read down, Our fellows the squarest, Read about and all around. 'Mong schools Lee High is just grand. Went to class in dear old Lit. And as we go along You don't know the half of it! We'll sing a better song And now we're ready for Life they say As members of the class of '33. But we're inclined to doubt it. No matter where we go The four years now seem but a day We'll always want to show That's all we know about it. Our love and loyalty for dear old Leej Twenty-one

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