Marcellus High School - Wildcats Yearbook (Marcellus, MI)

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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

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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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was doing. Fred Knapp owns a big dairy farm. I'd tell you about his personal life if I dared, but he's a little touchy on that subject. Lola Haas for should I say Hering?J didn't have much time to talk. Her twins kept her busy, as they were constantly in mischief. I was quite surprised to see a salesman who kept moving around through the group. I didn't think they'd go to such extremes as going to reunions to sell their novelties but then I recognized him. It was Malcolm Hirshey. He was determined that no one should leave without a pair of his artificial eyelashes. As far as I know, no one did. We had an excellent dinner. Everything looked very good except for the soft pies that had been punctured in many places by the thumbs of the twins. The girls decided to take it easy after dinner, so, of course, they let Ken Reish clean up. He is janitor of the school now so that was right along his line of work. Just as dinner was over a big c.ar came up and Ella- mae Hibb-ard jumped out. She's a teacher in Kentucky, and what do you think? She teaches students how to outwit teachers. Now how would she know about that? Virginia Pfost, proprietress of a large New York bookshop, introduced our after-dinner speaker, the renowned William Ernest Bainbridge. Remembering how he hated to give reports in Economics class, I was quite surprised to find that he was making after-dinner speeches all over the country. After dinner we had some entertainment furnished, of course, by some of the class members. Madame Regina Bentina and her sister, Geraldina Bentina, entertained us with some of their famous tight-rope walking on a rope stretched between two trees. Richard Ivens and his Solid Senders really gave out with some HOT music. Myrtle Knapp, blues singer at the Stork Club, sang for us, too. Well, well, what do you know? Eleanore Mattke finally hooked a man: that local guy, Irwin Mang. She brought him along, but left the rest of the family at home. Marilyn Waltz called me over where she was be- cause she said that Snookie couldn't be disturbed. I saw in her arms what appeared to be a soft white rug but on closer examination it proved to be an angora goat. She was feeding 'it with a bottle and making crooning noises to it. Jack Bair kept looking longingly at the goat but he didn't say anything.