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

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SENIOR STATISTICS GIRL BOY BEST LOOKING Alma Jones Don Brown CLASS ANGEL Joanne Antons Tom Sherwood MOST POPULAR Barbara Keller Norm Welser TEACHER ' S PET Gail Randolph Jack Lardie BIGGEST FLIRT Betty McCartney John Martell WORST GIGGLER Elda Jones Gordon Faucher BEST ALL-AROUND Carole Welser Ken Wilde CUTEST Carole Welser Bob Hamilton NOISIEST Betty McCartney Ken Beaudua BIGGEST FUSSER Peggy Kliemann Tom Sherwood NEATEST Carole Welser Bob Sandul MOST INDUSTRIOUS Joanne Antons Bill Erdmann MOST MUSICAL Joanne Antons Jack Lardie BEST DANCER Gretchen Becker Bob Hamilton MOST ATHLETIC Peggy Kliemann Norm Welser MOST BASHFUL Doris Schutt Ken Michelson KING QUEEN Alma Jones Norm Welser 17

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CHARLES TRIPP i» i i BEATRICE VOGLER She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. G. A. a. ) Glee Club 4 Monitor 4 JAMES WATSON ' •Few things are impossible to diligence and skill ' Football 1, 2, 3, 4 Baseball 1, 2 , 3, 4 Varsity Club 3, 4 Monitor 3, 4 Bowling 2 , 3, 4 Boxing 2 , 3 CAROLE WELSER Ho! ' tis the time salads Band 1, 2 Glee Club 4 G. A. A. 1, 2 , 3 Journalism 3, 4 Monitor 1, 2 , 4 Treasurer 3 Teachers ' Corps 4 of NORMAN WELSER ' Til woo her as the lion woos his brides. Football 1, 2 , 3, 4 Basketball 2, 3 Baseball 1, 2, 3 Varsity Club 1, 2 , 3, 4 Boxing 2 , 3 Monitor 1, 2 , 3, 4 Student Council 2, 3 Glee Club 4 Journalism 3, 4 Annual Staff 3, 4 President 3 Bowling 1, 2 , 4 ROBERT WHITE He learned the luxury of doing good. Football 1 2, 3, 4 Student Council 3, 4 Varsity Club 3, 4 Monitor 3, 4 National Athletic Scholarship Award 3 16

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PRESIDENT ' S ADDRESS In a quiet secluded valley shut out from the world on all sides by hills, nestled a little village. On one side rose a steep and rocky mountain. For a long distance up its sides it was covered with luxuriant vegetation, but the peak was always white with snow and ice. When the sun had set to everything else and the valley was in darkness, his beams seemed to linger about its snow-capped peak, making it glisten and sparkle like a myriad of brilliant jewels. After the day ' s work, the people loved to sit in their doorways and watch the sun as it lit up the mountain top. It had been the custom for many years for the children of the village, at a certain age, to climb this mountain. Some of them went down the other side and continued on, while the rest returned to the village. Often travelers passing through the village, told ihem that their mountain was but a part of a great chain, that it was only a beginning and that others were larger and more beautiful. The parents of the children were anxious for them to make the ascent although they knew that some of the children would never return. Finally, one day, a number of the children decided to leave their homes to climb the mountain and go out into the great world beyond. The people of the village wished that the journey be accomplished with as few accidents as possible so they secured expert guides who had had a great deal of training for this work. They began their climb light-heartedly, but soon became tired, for the ascent in some places was very difficult. After resting they were refreshed and eager to continue on their way. After a few hours climbing they noticed that the air seemed cooler, that the flowers had disappeared, and that the trees were small and stunted. Soon snow and ice began to appear, and the climb- ing became more and more difficult and dangerous. Great cayons yawned be- fore them, the trails became so narrow and steep that an inch to right or left would plunge them hundreds of feet downward. Some of the little band be- came disheartened when they beheld these obstacles and did not care to go farther. The other members were even more anxious to reach the top. At last they stopped on the summit and gazed speechlessly at the scene laid out before them. In one direcion they could see their own little village, while in the opposite direction, they saw many mountain peaks rising out of the clouds, sparkling and glowing in the setting sun. Some were filled with a great desire to stand on the different peaks and to find out about the people who inhabited the valleys. Others, now that the top had been reached, were content and did not care to go farther. But the majority were determined to continue the journey. Our Senior Class has been like the children of the villagers in the peaceful valley. Our parents were anxious to have us climb the hills of knowledge to- ward the summit. The guides— our teachers— have helped us keep on the trail, avoiding gorges and crevasses. Some of the way has been steep and rugged. Snow and ice have often blocked our passage, but we have kept on until tonight, we stand on the summit of our first mountain, our high school Commencement. Different feelings mingle in our hearts, but most of all we are filled with thoughts of those who have assisted us in our work. To our parents and friends, who have sacrificed so much for us, who have been interested in our welfare, and who hcfve aided us in our several enter- prises, we extend our sincere gratitude and assure you that we shall never forget what you have done for us. To the Board of Education, who have provided for us competent instructors and the best equipment possible, and thus have shown a sincere interest in our welfare, we extend our heartiest gratitude. Teachers, our faithful and careful guides on this climb of ours, you who have endeavored so earnestly to keep us from falling into the crevasses of despair and disappointment, you will long be remembered, and our grateful thoughts will go with you through life. We of the class of 1950 realize that we have reached but the first summit and see others ahead. Although they are veiled with mist and fog, we shall go forward, facing a future of great uncertainty, but also of great possibilities. We make no promise of great fame or fortune, but we promise to do our best and work our hardest. We shall go into our new life without any delusions, striving to meet whatever the future holds for us. — Howard D. Hall 18