Marine City High School - Mariner Yearbook (Marine City, MI)

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Illtlllllllillillllllllllllllllltllllllltlflllilllllllllllllllllllll :iiiiimiiintiiii! 19 2 2 19 2 2 MARINER lltllllllliillllilllllllllllllUlllltltll!lll!lllllllllliilllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllillllllllllilll!llllllttl FACULTY Vernon P. Pierce, Principal of Sr. High Ypsilanti Science ( Physical ) Lucille N. Conrad, Principal of Jr. High Western State Normal Mathematics Isabelle Hanford University of Michigan English and Amer. History Grace E. Travis University of Michigan History and Languages Ethel Abbott Western State Normal English Norma Pierce Ypsilanti Science (Natural) Juva Beeman Ypsilanti English and Public Speaking Ada M. Kline Western State Normal Commercial Ethel Cottrell Ypsilanti Manual Training Iva M. Hooper Ypsilanti Mathematics Martin J. Lefler Michigan Agricultural College Civics and History Leonard R. Vear Michigan Agricultural College History and Civics Edith E. Mason Michigan Agricultural College Domestic Science and Art Eva Wood Ypsilanti Music and Art BOARD OF EDUCATION H. A. Smith Charles Mann S. C. McLouth Dr. A. B. Armsbury H. E. Doyle

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SUPT. H. B. THOMPSON “One who never turned his hack, but marched breast forward.” — Browning. 8

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19 2 2 lllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllliliillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll iiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiitiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim MARINER - 1922 IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllUltltllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllim OUR TEACHERS Doris Morse Thompson is boss of everyone here, — From Freshmen down to our teachers dear. He’s our superintendent as you’ve probably guessed, And though he is often considered a pest, Of all superintendents, we think lie’s the best. When to V. P. P. I pen these lines My tho’ts are dark with gloom — To think of the good times you’ve spoiled, The many plots that you have foiled By barring us from Miss Hanford’s room! As wise as an owl does Miss Hanford look As she peers at us over her English book. And much like an owl does she sound, too, When, fixing her gaze directly on you, She asks, “Who wrote this poem? Who? Who?” If you go to the library, stifle your pep; Miss Travis is watching your every step. And always be sure that you have a pass, For she’s willing to leave her history class To “collar” a naughty laddie or lass. Miss Conrad must (as some have said) Have rows of eyes quite ’round her head. For there’s nought occurring but what she sees, And if we but whisper, wink, or sneeze, She says, “Just take the front seat, please !” Our commercial teacher, Ada Kline, Is rather small, but mighty fine! She keeps jazz music near at hand To speed her pupils, and to make Her typists literally “beat the band.” peculiar woman is Mrs. Pierce, For her taste, you’ll admit, is something fierce. She’d rather dissect a frog. Or pickle a fish, Than cook her husband a toothsome dish ! In Miss Hooper’s classes you cannot rest, She makes you work vour very best. And if you don’t, you’ll run aground. For she teaches subjects quite profound, — Why squares are square, and circles round. Lefler’s discovered the fountain of Youth Tho’ he looks to be thirty — honest truth ! He coaches, then dances where all flappers flap ; Then he’s late in the morning — the reason mayhap Is because he won’t forfeit his beauty nap. Miss Mason’s a wonder, there’s no mistake; All sorts of goodies she can bake — Bread, pies, cookies, beans or cake. But we warn young men to keep away, For her rolling-pin’s always on hand, they say ! Miss Abbott has a sunny smile, And seems good natured all the while. But if to this you should cry, “Nay!” You must not blame her anyway — She teaches Freshmen every day. With Mrs. Beeman we must dispense; To retain her longer is needless expense. Do you know what she’s doing? When you know you will balk — She’s teaching the f irls in our high school to talk ! An accident’s happened, I see! And it’s just as sad as sad can be. Our teacher of Art, Struck by Cupid’s dart. From school life, they tell me, is about to depart. Down in the basement, in Miss Cottrell’s room All small boys love to linger. t Thev are waiting in vain To hear her complain When she pounds, not wood, but her finger. Major Farrell oft finds that he must Marshal his forces to battle with dust. So it’s dust Major Farrell does greatly abhor. And he stations a guard at every door To prevent you from bringing in any more. 10