Mason High School - Anchora Yearbook (Mason, MI)

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COUNTY NORMAL Miss Vizltt- To know her is to lo '- -' xc, hu. XCFZI Illllllllllll-ull' she will, she will, you lllilj' clepeml ou't, Il' sh ' 5 e wou t, she wouft, so theft-'s :lu eucl ou't Elclou xYZll'l'CllQ AlllCll sturly is :l wezlriuess to the flesh. Alice Cull- Whose little hocly loilgeil Il lllllljllltj' miuilf' Noriue lll'fllll.Q'-Hllllkx we 1llXY!lj'S will l'ClllL'IlllJCl' Auil her merits alll will tell. Alllfj' 'llerrill-- .-X Ill!llflL'll with lllCCli hrowu eyes, ,-Xlwzlys glzul :uul merry. Ralph Imvis-- I heseeeh you ull he hetter kuowu to this 2'L'llllClllflll Myrtle I':mlee- True iu worcl :mil triecl iu flee-fl. .'xllll!l iXl!ltlll0XY-U Ilex' yoiee is ever soft, gentle zlurl low. Iieruiee xyllllllllk'-Hflllk' is :1 quiet umiileu :mil stuilious withal. l'e:u'l Slllltll-HCll!ll'IlL'lCl' iu every leziture, flue ol' iuuuy tor Il lL'llL'llL'!'.H Neva Riggs- Sl1e loves her work :uirl shuus uo rluty. Ellllllll XYeissiug'e1'- Right uohle is thy merit. Gruee Swegles- She tells you tlutly whzlt her llllllll is, She is so tree, so lciucl, so hlest :1 disposition. Chzlrleue Rooszl-'H-Xlwzlys lJlL'!lS!llll, liiucl :lull Sllllllllg, ller uir, hex' lllJlllllCl'S, :ill who suw IHllllll'Cll.H llzlzel Ilezll- Wl1z1t she lzxelis iu her work you 1 ' ' ' ' L 1 . y y '- must know gCllllIl Yuuliei'--' Lite is ll lest uuil :Ill tluuxfs show it, I tho't so ouee :lurl uow I kuow it. ' 11.15 hurl ui her x lI:1zel llzltell- To uulge this iuzucleu well, you ull hu .

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l ir'1 r vw- Flux sl ll'nrhin-ss. Paul Shaw, Vl'ilson NllIl'lfIll.lI1lI'l!lll YVillsie. liln-rfllis. 5 1 , Seeonil row- Conlon A very . Carlton Hunter, Rn-noRool,l'1arl lVlim-lor, Harris Humans, l llfenflell Hush, Garry l utter. lhurn t'h'1rles Prowne Cliffortl Petty' Charles Hemans. Ralph Strope. Howarnl Smith Third row 4.lay lho' . , . , , , H, ' ' ' 'A s Cmnt Nlctlurtly Fvw Gmlfrev. Ftlllflll rowffRulvy Collins. lllamlys Lasenby,l'.1unly SZIQIU, Mis. . A W . . . V Muriel Dayton. Mahal llaelis-lt. llotlom row-Valara Riggs. Merle :XB-L0lllPll0., lleury Adams, Ethel Laxton. Mihlrecl lh-llamy. THE EIGHTH GRADE The elass of 191+ has not yet hacl the opportunity to show them- selves in their true light. The girls espeeially stanfl little ehanee against the lmoys, for the elass eonsists of almout thirty pupils, twenty of whonl are lioys. Our stuclies we can truly say are good anfl on an average with nlost grades. In athleties we outelass any grade yet. The Preps s-ntatives to the 'varsity eleven than any grade, have sent more represt with the exeeption of the twelfth. We have had many sleigh rifles and lmolis. But the loss of lrolms will never stop the glorious elass of 'll, whieh would he a granml niorlel for the Preps who have often inisseml our are to come. Vresiclent-Ilowmum SMITH Yiee President-G1,.xIrvs IAXSIENIEX' See'y and 'lxl'CZlS.-C.XRI,'l'llN Ill'N'l'lCR Class Colors--Green anrl White

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CLASS POEM Oh, come now all ye people And put on your finest array, For after twelve long years of labor We've reached our Commencement Day. Each class in its turn dreads to finish And enter a different sphere, But the wide world is calling us yonder And others must take our place here. Our class can boast honor and spirit And industry, talent and fung Still that which we are is discovered By seeing the work we have done. Our aim to do right has been honest Tho' often we may have done wrong: But failing and still plodding onward Is what makes our character strong. In football we're well represented, Their captain is one of our crew: We've also an artist and speakers, Of musicians we've more than a few. Then surely there's never been seen A class so much given to fun: Who so many gay larks have had And so many nice things have done. But our High School days are most over, And thot's of us soon will be dead: But life with its joys and its sorrows ls opening to us ahead. We'll all travel different pathways, Have works of a different line g Our aim is to rank with the highest Be our work of whatever kind. So Good-by our High School days, Your like will ne'er come again: We've now left the gay world of children And entered the broad field of men. LILLMN E. Cos