Mason High School - Anchora Yearbook (Mason, MI)

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M. H. S. ANCHORA, 1927 Senior Poem In 1923, from hamlet and glens, There gathered together a band of friends. Through thick and thin we weathered the gale, Though some of the band by the wayside failed. Of teachers we had a goodly store, Who crammed our heads with knowledge galore Some of this found a resting place, While some of it careened off into space. With knowledge we mixed both pleasure and fun And good times were had by every one. With balls of all kinds both basket and base, We won many games and met no disgrace. To picnics and parties we did ride, With baskets of good things by our side. These frolics lessened the terrible strains- To which we subjected our poor little brains. But as time passed on from year to year We gradually approached the goal so dear, Until at last by dint of strife, We now find ourselves on the threshold of life. Loved teachers and all, we bid you adieug In spirit we'll always be loyal and true. And we offer a tribute to you, Mason High, From which we depart with many a sigh. Tonight we leave you to start anew. As alumni of Mason we'll be ever true blue. And may we continue as we have begun To mix with the serious a lot of good fun. Fredah Francisco.

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M. H. S. ANCHORA, 1927 31 Johnnies are lined for blocks after each performance to present her with Violets and orchids in the hope of winning her hand. U Otto Marshall has his name pronounced Auto so much he invented one with a speed of 200 miles per hour. Omar Bartlett enlisted in the cavalry in order to wear out all of his old riding pants. He was sent to China and upon receiving a false report of the death of Agnes he killed himself in a Ht of melancholy. Betty Brower has taken Horace Greeley's place on the New York Tribune and promises to be the next Democratic candidate for governor of that state. Leona Benardin and Virginia Burgess wanted to be nurses. Now they have a hospital of their own called the Virginia Lee. It is not likely if anyone sends candy there that it will ever reach the patients. When we think of Beatrice, we think of a little rose covered cottage from which no one ever goes away hungry-perhaps she got her start as chairman of the eats committee for the Senior parties. Fern Smalley trained to be a nurse but discovered she was more suc- cessful selling rouge, color of her blushes. While Caroline White was touring Greece to procure material for her latest novel, she disappeared and it is still believed Zeus descended and carried her to the temple of the Gods on Mt. Olympus. Philetus Peck rented a section on Maple street and sells Red Hots. He combines this profession with that of Superintendent of the local Dog Pound. Tales of all missing dogs may be procured at his stand. Margaret Eggers has at last reached her greatest ambition which was to found a home for crippled basketball players, All the inmates are well guarded. Don Snyder went to Africa and was employed picking berries on a coffee plantation. He was captured by a desert tribe and made their sheik. The Dewey nights of Africa have quite charmed Don's romantic soul and it is unlikely that he will ever return to his native state. Murray Peek is a character dancer in a New York cabaret. His grace and supple dexterity are the delight of Greenwich Village. Anna Couch is completing her contract as leading lady in Albert Frazer's musical comedies. Homer Launstein surely has the name of a poet but his poetry far sur- passes any of the famous Greek. Perhaps because he learned so much Greek from Miss Minty. Coxie Gunn rides bucking bronchos on her ranch out west. Zane Grey is using her for local color in his new novel, Hard Hittin' Helen. Lee Ketchum is author of a series of books with lessons that repeat themselves a thing he had always wished for in high school. Ever since Johnnie Dean was a little boy, we admired his eyes. He has invented some glass that gives the wearer as Mary and as magnetic eyes as his. Freda Francisco is traveling as fat lady in a road show. Her days of singing Hello Aloha are over but she sometimes laughs days at a time. Margaret Lasenby is the greatest saxaphonist in the world and spends her extra time as cashier in a Butch -er shop. I am an aviatrix and in my flight around the world I have discovered no better school than Mason High. Madeline Ireland.

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M. H. S. ANCHORA, 1927 33 Valedictory Parents, Teachers and Friends: Not long ago I walked through an art gallery in which the paintings of the world's best artists had been hung. One picture I noticed in parti- cular showed a Persian weaving at his loom. The rug upon which he was working was being woven into an intricate design with many colored yarns. In studying this I thought how each member of our class has been Working at his loom and making a tapestry into which he has woven beauty, service and happiness of work. He has had much enjoyment in watching the pattern form. There were many flaws and many times discouragement when he would drop a stitch and have to start anew. The yarn would become knotted and then, with needle in hand, he would laboriously work for hours trying to untangle this snarl. Perhaps the thread would break and then, he would have to tie the ends together and endeavor to conceal the knot from sight. Some of us have had more trouble than others with our tapestry but we have tried to conquer these obstacles and now we have brought our pattern to its completion. At last it has been accepted by the Master Weavers. Now we must say farewell to these Masters. We are sorry to leave this place where we have been working the last thirteen years. Yet we dream of what we are going to do with our finished piece of work. We were eager to have it completed, but with its completion, we feel sad.: And so we say to you parents, your influence and cooperation will ever be near us. But to you, members of our faculty, we say that some of us might not have been here had it not been for your encouragement, sym- pathy and understanding. May our service to citizenship through you be genuine. We have nothing but the most sincere appreciation for your service and we shall strive to be worthy of your patience and helpfulness. And so we say with the poet: Hail and farewell companions, Friends that we know to be true, The past with its rosy tomorrow, Days when our sorrows were few! Sweet be the lay of the Songbird, Fragrant the flowers on our wayg Lovely the dawn of the morning, Happy the hours of our day L Crystal the skies bend above us, Perfumed the earth and the air- What can our friends though they love us Give us than School Days more fair? Margaret Eggers. n