Madison High School - Madisonian Yearbook (Madison Heights, MI)

Page 26 text:

Senior High School! In the fall of 1939, with heads held high, we stood upon the threshold of a new and exciting experience, and though many times our heads were bow- ed by the words and looks of our superiors tnamely, the seniorst, our spirits were never squelched. As very fresh ttfreshiestt, we surprised the upper-classmen by proving to them that even a freshman class could possess outstanding talent. Ernie Perushak brought much honor and dignity to our class by defeating every- one at Madison in the declamation contest, and capturing second place in the district meet. A trip to Eastwood with Mr. Stocker, who was our adviser at that time, was a hap- py occasion. Many matinee dances and as- sembly programs filled our spare time, and incidentally our treas- ury. As we p a s s e d from our freshman to our sophomore year we acquired a more dignified attitude toward our high school life. We immediately began to plan for our many sophomore activities. We look back upon our Sophomore Shuffle fondly, and perhaps a little boastfully, admitting that it was the best ever held. Our class, as a group, spent many happy hours at the roll- er rinks. Believe it or not we even enjoyed our falls. As we began our junior year, we found ourselves a class full of wolves and jitter- bugs. As for activities, we gave the tradi- tional J-Hop which was a great success. Our adviser, Miss Annabelle Grant, deserves much credit for her idea for decorating the gym. Red and white streamers adorned the ceiling and side walls; the mellow strains of class history Stan N ancarrow,s niusic drifted through the air. A11 in all, a glorious time was had by everyone. Not to be forgotten was the Jun- ior-Senior Picnic when we escorted the sen- ior class of Q12, to Eastwood. There was fun 1n the swimming pool and on the roller- coaster. Even the rain couldntt dampen our spirits. On a bleak September day we entered our senior year. We entered with the feeling of responsibility that befalls all senior stu- dents. On what seemed the coldest day of the year, December 3, we ventured out into the storm to undertake the task of selling Good- fellow papers. Our class sold more papers than any other class in the history of Madi- son, with the girls taking the lead and still awaiting the party to be given them by the boys. Senior Free Day,- January 13, is truly a day to be remember: ed-by the seniors tand the juniorsl We spent the day in the gym, dancing and eating. Going from room to room giving gum and candy to our poetry- loving teachers was great sport. We watched them get red in the face blowing up bal- loons that were generously distributed by us seniors. Again our class was honored by one of our most distinguished seniors, Robert J ess- wein, who won the school, district, and re- gional championship in the oration contest. Our class suffered a great loss when our friend and classmate Leslie Sanford was killed in an automobile accident on Novem- ber 1, 1942. Leslie was one of our most bril- liant students and we are very sad at having lost him. We are the second senior class who upon being graduated from Madison will enter a war torn world. The majority of the boys Will enter some branch of the armed forces, and the girls will do their part on the home front. Every day it becomes more inevitable that we shall leave this school with our voices raised in the crraf Jictory.. - Virginia Friend

Page 25 text:

valediotory We are the graduates of 1943. Into this t1943 , four numbers signifying a world, we step, brazenly, falteringly, but apprehen- sively. In each of our 30 ways, we are say- ing some sort of a good-bye with our eyes, our lips, and our hearts, even though we may be unaware of it. The years at Madison have been a phase in our lives. We are turning our backs on this phase and facing a new oneeonly this time we may call it a destiny. An over- whelming word, but we are overwhelming people. We are people whoahowever big, however small our jobs may make us-will shape the tt1943il to come. Tonight, we have the stars at our finger tips, and its a won- derful feeling. Tomorrow, weill see that those same stars are left up 1n the sky a alone and majestic as they should be. We are sent from this secure happiness by coun- selors and friends, persons who have strengthened our confidence and diluted our fears. We wonlt forget them. They will be as indelible in our minds as is every mom- ent here at school. This is one good-bye that is not sad for the very walls echo our excitement because: We are ready. - Barbara Rockwell June, 1943 salutatory We welcome you to our commencement. Twelve years ago we took the first step on the road of education. Tonight as we re- ceive our diplomas, school days are ending for most of us. It has been a long road. We have experienced disappointment and de- feat. We have known happiness and victory. 'To our teachers, parents, and friends we owe a great debt and realize that WIthOUt their patience and guidance we would not be here tonight. We are graduating into a world at war. We, as part of Americas youth are facing a great challenge; the youth of today will be the leaders of tomorrow. Leader, let us con- sider for a moment the meaning of the word; the dictionary says one who leads or con- ducts; a guide or commander. But doesnit it mean much more? During our schooling here at Madison we firmly believe we have gained the necessary qualities a worthy leader must possess. We know that fair play, considering the other fellow is most important. Chinais first lady, Madam Chiang Kai-skek in one of her famous addresses stated: There must be no bitterness in the reconstructed world. No matter what we have undergone and suffered we must try to forgive those who injured us and remem- ber only the lesson gained thereby. We have our education, now is the time to prove what we can do with it. We have a big job to do, win this war and also win the peace that follows. To win this chal- lenge to our freedom we must look upon it as our individual responsibility; we must not wait to- be told and shown what to do, but go out and find out for ourselves what has to be done and do it; we must realize that each one of us is the country. Yes, we have a big job that will require all the power, ingenuity, and skill we have. And it is not a minute too soon to get start- ed; not a minute too soon to pitch in and do our part; not a minute too soon to do everything humanly possible, to save our liberty and make the future safe for other graduating classes such as ours. With our eyes to the future we can proudly say we have accepted the challenge and we will win. We will win because we live in America. - Blanche Henry. June, 1943

Page 27 text:

The individuals of the class of 1943 do hereby bequeath their virtues and vices to lower classmen unfortunate enough to in- herit them, to wit: 1, Stella Stolaruck, d6 beqeuath my abili- ty to stay true to One man to Doris Day, who, apparently needs it. I, June Johnson, leave my brush hair cut to e?e. Gee doesnlt anyone want it? I, Dolores Oppeneer, tender my sense of humor to Miss Mack, who definitely doesnt need it, and wouldnlt want if she did. I, Virginia Friend, hereby will my grace- ful walk to Shep Fields, who needs a little more rippling rhythm in his orchestra. I, Blame Bugas, lend my come hither eyes to Clara Albiston, who could make good use of them. I, May Eadens, do bequeath my shyness to Harold Walker-need we say more? I, Ellen Swee, do bequeath my blushing complexion to George Reid who, With a red- der face and that Southern accent could go places. 1, Dorothy Wood, bequeath my secret of skipping school with- out getting caught to Steve Stolaruk, who doesnlt seem to be very successful. I, Frank Carline, leave my ability to tell Good jokes to Daisy Illich, Who could use it. I Betty Beach, do hereby Will my shell- like character to Bill E0. a I, Ruth Barber, will my ability to stay true to ONE man, even after receiving my engagement ring, to all the girls of Madison who apparently cant. I, Jewell Browning, give my brain to Donald Brownie, who doesn't use his. I, J ean Palmer, do hereby will my foun- tain pen to Barbara Rockwell. I, Vivian Barber, do hereby will my magnificent knack of g to every- one who doesn,t possess it. ' I, Shirley Coles, will all of my books to any waste paper basket. 1, Joan La Mountain, bequeath my lus- cious widowts peak to Mr. Messer - I wont need it anymore. I, J. W. Embry, hereby bequeath mah personalityll walk to all the mean lill 0P gremlins so people can see lem cominl. class Will 1, Walter Leaf, do bequeath my shy se- ductiveness and silver tresses to Isabel Adams for reasons obviOus. I, John Williams, bequeath my tslight- of-handl technique in basketball to Jerome Kubiak - during that tawkwardt stage. I, Jack Bauknecht, bequeath my phy- sique to Charles Atlas to use for his tbe- fore and tafterl advertisements. I, Burton Smith, bequeath my blushes to Miss Annabelle Grant to show people she isnlt always calm, cool, and collected. I, Rowland Neale, bequeath my wolf call to all the unexperienced blades here at Madison - look what a man of the world it made out of me. I, Edgar Spikeberg, will my flashing dimples to Martha Miller, Who needs a little light in her life! I, William Galer, bequeath my bulging wallet to Walter King a it might help in the transformation of that pinch-penny! I, George Antoff, bequeath my zoot- suit haircut to Pete Gilezon because ttMore hair becomes you . I, Evelyn Barber, bequeath my hynotiz- ing ttlenst, to my bro- ther a Ronny a such magical instruments must be kept in the family. i I, Marjorie Brick- er, do bequeath my triple threat-gobs of gab to any school kid that likes to bewilder the teacher too. I, Bob Jesswein, bequeath my breeze and brass to Carl Brown so the child can elaborate further on his fast growing career of same. I, Richard Schneider, bequeath my slug- gish speech specalty to Stepin Fetchit - that boys too fast! I, Boyd Murr, bequeath my uniquely tthumble manner to James Noble Clark, who should ttrelaxll more! I, Ernie Perushak, bequeath my sharp wardrobe to posterity - to keep alive the glory of 01' '43'! I, Ernie Kubiak, bequeath my uAbe Lin- coln logicd in class to J ohn Day-who might: profit from my suggestion. , I, Beryl Everts, bequeath my titian locks: to one Scarlet 'OlHara so she can live up to her name. V I, Helen Adams, bequeath my liquid brown eyes to Fred Allen so he can match Jack Bennyls big blue ones! tConcluded on second page followingt