Madison High School - Trojan Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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1 KATHRYN Kisi-IPAUGH .IEANNE GOBBA Zin Hllemnriam BURING our three years in Senior High School we have lost through death Hve girls whom we all loved as classmates. Arlene Cole, who died during our first year, was a kind friend to all who knew her. She had been in the class from the time we began kindergarten. At the time of her death she was very prominent in school life, being a member of the orchestra and the glee club. Hazel Wietenhagen was killed in an automobile accident during October of our second year. Her smiling face and cheerful, quiet manner caused her to be greatly missed. She was a good student, highly esteemed by her teachers and school-mates. During the second year, also, it was a great shock to everyone to learn that Helen Brehmer had died in an Ann Arbor Hospital. Hers was a quiet, unobtru- sive personality. She was honored in her art work during high school, having won prizes for posters she had designed. We miss her a great deal and she will always be remembered. In February of the Senior year, the student body was griefstricken by the tragic deaths of Jeanne Gobba and Kathryn Kishpaugh. These two girls, who had been members of the class since kindergarten days, were very prominent in several senior activities. Also they were members of the Sickle Staff. Their passing has caused a vacancy in our school life which we have been more and more painfully conscious of as we Hnish our course without these two. As a graduating class we pay the tribute of remembrance and love to the memory of these five girls. K

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ROBERT WIGGINS Blessed are they that say nothing, for they shall not he quotedl' MILBERT WILNOW 1 Poke',1 Even the office sought the mann EDWIN WILSON One hour of sleep before midnight is worth three afteru MABEL WOERNER A flash of color against the sky A Cappella Choir 12-31, Operetta 12-31, Senior Play 5131. ROBERT WOLLER f Bob 1 Youth comes but once in a life time, so I'll use it while I mayl' A Capella Choir 131, Student Council 131, Pageant 131. VIOLET WOLLER Very pretty is this miss, But she is known for more than thisl' Orchestra 11-21, National Orchestra Contest 111, Senior Play 131, Maple Leaf Staff 131, Pageant W1LLxs WOLLER From the crown of his head to the sole of his feet he is all mirth Football 12-31, Baseball 12-31, Secretary of F. F. A. qz-31, Sickle staff 131. JARVIS WOTRING 1 Carrots 1 Little hay, is your head on fre?', A Capella Choir 12-31, Operetta 12-31, Double Mixed Quartet No. 1 131, Senior Play 131, Newspaper Staff 131, Forensic League 131. EVELYN YAW Her eyes were deeper than the depths of waters stilled at evening HELEN YEAGER Always a friend to those who know herl' MAC YENOR Plain speed is better than much wit MARGARET YEUTTER Steadfast lalror has its own rewardu A Cappella Choir 11-2-31, Operetta 11-Z-31, Forensic League 131, Salutatorian MAX YEUTTER We feel that Max is greater than we known Baseball 11-Z-31, A Cappella Choir 12-31, Operetta 12-31, Football FENIMORE YODER Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear

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V A L E D l C T O R Y JEAN WEs'rEmv1AN HERE are many who year after year have seen the students of Adrian Senior High School present their Class Day programs. We ourselves have wit- nessed several of those delightful events. It is with regret mingled with anticipa- tion that we come to the close of our high school experience. We of the Class of 1935 have never known the carefree joys of affluence. We have been drilled in the hard school of depression denials. From that experience we have learned early in life a true sense of values and that the essentials of happi- ness are in simple things. As a class we have been through the deep sorrow of the loss of five of our dearest friends, through the joys of accomplishment in school activities, through the satisfaction of arriving at the end of our high school days with the feeling of work well done. From that experience we will go on, some to a higher educational field, some to find their places in the business life of our community. But go where we will, the friends we have made, the principles of living we have acquired and the ability to study through and complete the task before us, will be the foundation of our lives. We have seen that he who is earnest and enthusiastic for the task at hand goes farg that in the deepest sorrow, our memory is of happiness. We have found that right finally succeeds, that all disappointments and failures are but experience to help us take up our work with more intelligence, and that even our rest and leisure are but to refresh our minds and bodies that our waking hours of activity may be more keen. And now, as we, the Class of 1935, bid farewell to the faculty, our lower class- men, and the dear halls of Adrian High School, we hope that we may so live that we may be able to say, as did Robert Browning, that each of us was I One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.