Marcellus High School - Wildcats Yearbook (Marcellus, MI)

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A new member, Ellamae Hibbard, was welcomed. And then after a short time we bade all the tribes in the land of M. H. S. to assemble at the Community Colosseum for a party. And we gave much entertain- ment to make the people merry. The wise ones of our tribe were made to sit before the artist, each by himself and in groups and there came to be a great exchanging of likenesses. Again the general coffers were found empty. After many worried conferences we emerged with the idea of selling Yuletide Greeting Cards. The coffers found themselves swelling. The great Senior Play Ready Made Family, which our tribe presented unto the world, also increased our coffers. Our wise proplhetess bade the Senior play cast to partake of a feast at her dwelling the eventide before the great play. This we did and enjoyed. A general council of our tribe was held and we decided to make a fitting paper which would do honor unto us, that we might the better remember our tribes- men when we traveled in far-off lands. It was the tradition, of the tribes of M. H. S. during the spring, to give their Senior members a day of rest. The day being welcomed and enjoyed by all. It was also the custom in these days for the lower tribe to entertain the higher tribesmen at a feast and merry making, they did so. After much eating we danced and made merry to the music of an orchestra. And we render our thanks for such an enjoyable eve- ning. And then every tribesmen was very busy, for we were preparing to leave the temple of learning. On the Sabbath day before we left the temple, we marched down the aisles of the Community Building to attend the Baccalaureate Services. And at last, on the twenty fifth day of the fifth month of the year four and forty our tribe gathered to- gether at the Hudson Memorial Building and received our sheepskins. And our tribe forever left the land of M. H. S. And now we wish much success and pleasure to all the future tribes who dwell in the land of M. H. S. -Virginia Pfost

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During the summertide, we had received our tokens of remembrance of M. H. S. in the form of rings. At eventide on Halloween we partook of light re- freshments and made merry in honor of the day. Once again, at the Yuletide, we partook of a great feast and rendered forth our voices in song. Afterwards we merrily danced to the sound of music. Returning after the Yuletide vacation, we found our tribe advisor had been joined in the sacred union of marriage with our former teacher, Second Lieutenant Jacob H. Huttenga. As our general coffers were very low, we decided to present a play, by name, Brother Goose, to which we called in all the multitude to enjoy the talent that was displayed. We gathered in a great many shekels, for which we were very overjoyed. Now that we had nearly reached maturity, we entertained the departing brethren with much music and dancing. We visited the Land of South America. Be- cause the Great War caused a famine, the usual bounti- ful repast was abbreviated. We had our first taste of looking into the great be- yond when we marched with the learned seniors in the eventide at Baccalaureate. And, at the end of the year, we journeyed into a strange country. Here we ate in abundance the fruits of the field. CHAPTER IV Now this, the fourth year in the history of this tribe of 1944 has ended. A new leader, Ivan Quinn, and his assistants, Warren Bowlby. Irene Reiff and Virginia Pfost, were chosen from the multitude. Miss Janette Taylor was chosen from among the Rabbis, to guide our rising steps. We discovered this year, that more changes had come about. We had not Priestesses Nicholl, Selheim, Huttenga or Priest Doucetteg but a new list of learned instructors. Priestesses Jean Gray. Janette Taylor, Hannah Young, and Priest Anthony Vonk were among us. It was also found that several had strayed from our fold this year-due to union in marriage and services to the country and other occupations. These were Charles Abrams, Floyd Artis, Millard Bivvins, Charles Cooper, Dale Lundy, Marguerite Smith, and James Schurtz.

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CLASS PROP!-IECY Since the graduating class of '44 has been separated for ten long years, some of the ambitious members gathered their classmates together for a class reunion yesterday afternoon. On the Way to the reunion I Was held up on the main street of Marcellus in a traffic jam. There was a lot of yelling going on and the root of the trouble was finally discovered. Ivan Quinn, the red-headed cop, was engaged in a furious argument with a motorist. When I moved to a better position I saw that it was none other than Ruth Murphy. You know what happens when two Irishmen argue. Well-I didn't wait to see who won but hurried on my way. Because I was quite hungry, I stopped at a restau- rant just outside of town and honked for curb service. W'ho should come running out but Lucille Castle. She said she was sorry but she would be a little late. Every- one wanted curb service. Although the rest of the country is zooming around in heliocopters, Warren Boiwlby took the school bus out of storage and took part of the crowd to the reunion in it. It was ouite a thrill to some of the younger genera- tion that went along. The reunion was held at a nearby lake so I knew we wouldn't see much of Mildred Hartman. Sure enough she was sitting out in a boat and really pulling them in. We needed a big, husky life guard at the lake and we were rather perplexed for a while. But then I re- membered Irene Reiff who filled the bill in good shape. And how! One of the first people I saw there was Betty Dol- phin. She was fluctuating between two or three G. I. Joes and trying to hold all of them at once. She was doing a pretty good jo-b. too. Of course Jack Bair was up to his old tricks. He circulated among the girls twirling his moustache and rolling those brown eyes. It seems to be written in the stars that everytime there is a picnic, there is an accident. This was no exception. One of the light wires came down and Harold Ritter in fixing it got a serious burn. We were a little worried but Mary Weiandt, head nurse at Three Rivers Hospital, gave him her special attention just as she always did in Mr. Vonk's class, and he was soon all right. It was very interesting to find out what everyone