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

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PAYNE SAPH Business Staff ; Class Pres. ’21 ; Football ’20, ’21 ; Y. M. C. A. Enjoying the present day is my motto ' FREDERICK HOLMES “Belief is not a matter of choice hut of con- viction ' OUR WATCHWORD FOR THE FUTURE “Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market place or tranquil room. Let me but find jt in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray — 4 Phis is my work ; my blessing, not my doom ; Of all who live, I am the due by whom This work can best be done in the right way.’ ” — Henry van Dyke. 18

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DORIS MORSE Business Staff ; Y. W. C. A. ' 22. What she dares to dream of she dares to do.” ELEANOR SMITH Literary Staff; Campfire Girls ' 21, ' 22; Y. W. C. A. ' 22. “Fields are won by those who believe in the winning” DONALD ACKLEY Art Staff. “He wears the rose of youth upon him. EDNA WISSMAN Literary Staff : Literary Society ' 21 ; Drama Society ' 22 ; Chorus ' 20 ; Y. W. C. A. ' 22. “It is well to think well; it is divine to aet well ” 17

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19 2 2 iiiiiniiiiiiniiifiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiititiiiMiiiiiiiuiiiii 19 2 2 MARINER lllllllllllllllllilllllllllilllllllll OUR CLASS HISTORY Marian Burrows and Eleanor Smith Jt was in the early fall of 1918, that Alma Mater gazed wearily upon the four small boys that stood before her. Her gaze softened and her heart swelled with pride as it rested on the smallest child, “1922.” He was a lad of perhaps fourteen years, with soft blue eyes that twinkled with laughter, and a broad, high forehead, above which an abundance of dark brown hair curled gently backward. His mouth was rather large, but well proportioned, and his chin denoted a decidedly strong character. He was somewhat tall for his years, and gave one the impres- sion of future size and strength, but especially of intelligence. When his older brothers strutted boldly into the Senior High, leaving him alone and uncertain which way to go, Alma Mater, with an affectionate smile, came forward, and taking him bv the hand, led him upstairs to the Junior Assem- bly Room, where she found him a seat into which he settled contentedly. As he gazed around at the other assembled grades, his eyes wide with intelligence. Alma Mater predicted great things of him. Mow swiftly the days, weeks and months flew by for little “1922.” The weeks brought endless classes, one after another, the months, tests, of which he had a very great dread; but he still faced a more profound dread in the semester exams, which like a phantom looming up in the distance, was paralyzing him with fear. A mighty struggle ensued, but when the horizon cleared it was plain to be seen that his artful dodging had won him the battle. Encouraged by the continual praise of Alma Mater and her assistants, he faced a new problem with undaunted courage. It was indeed a huge problem for so small a boy to tackle. It was none other than the settlement of petty grievances which had arisen between his older brother “1921” and himself. I be duel was a difficult one. He struggled with his brother in a Flag-rush and a Tug of War, but the victory having been announced in his favor, he eagerly turned his attention to sports and social activities. These pleasures were greatly encouraged by Alma Mater as a diversion from the daily grind of study. Little “1922” entered into the course of events so whole- heartedly that he scarcely thought of the rapid advance of finals that would soon overtake him. But the awakening came quickly, and the sight of the phantom with whom he had struggled before stirred in him a desire for success. He delved into his studies with renewed vigor, and when the exams finally appeared, the phantom passed him by unnoticed. Soon Miss June arrived with her mysterious lures for small boys. The swim- ming pool with all its fascinations seemed to call little “1922,” but he was still held by unbreakable bonds -the receiving of the verdict on his first year of high school. At last the day came when he was free to follow his own desires and the call of vacation, and lie eagerly passed from his first year of high school into that enchanted land where he was to spend two long months. The fall advanced, and school days returned all too quickly for “1922.” What a remarkable change the summer had wrought upon him. He had grown like a weed and also had attained much of the Red Man’s hue. His other brothers, with 19