Mishawaka High School - Miskodeed Yearbook (Mishawaka, IN)

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The cMISKODEED C i n e t Twenty Senior Class History President Edward Philion Vice-Pres. Dessa Ainlay Secretary Wilma Poole Treasurer William Montine Class Colors — Cardinal and Straw THE four years just closing will be remembered as among the happiest in the lives of the Senior Class of 1920. Our career as a class began one September day when we lost ourselves in the spacious halls of M. H. S., the greenest of Freshies trying in vain to find our class rooms. However, in a short time, we became used to the routine of High School life. The Freshmen Party was our first important social event in M. H. S. We varied the usual procedure by giving a Freshmen Mas- querade, a diversion welcomed by all. Our Sophomore Dance was equally successful. The Junior From, held at the Miami Club, was, of course, our most brilliant affair. In our Sophomore year we presented the play Aaron Boggs, Freshman to a capacity house and the Junior Play Her Husband ' s Wife was very well received. The Class of ' 20 has also been represented in athletics both football and basketball, in debating and oratory and in the High School Orchestra. Now that our High School days are nearly completed, we can re- view with pleasure the events of our four years at M. H. S. Far greater than in any other way have we developed in our manifestation of school and class spirit. From the usual disorganized first year, we have developed into a class whose unity shall remain unshaken for all time. We hope that the Class of ' 20 may be remem- bered as one upholding the principles of M. H. S. and that in some small way may be an inspiration to the coming classes, to whom we wish the greatest success in school life.

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T h cMISKODEED C i n e t c c n Twenty

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T K cMISKODEED cK t e w n t yT Senior Class Poem It ' s our turn now. Four happy years Within your walls we ' ve spent Old M. H. S. And now along The Road of Life we ' re sent. The Road of Life is long and rough; Along it some men ride While others walk. It lies with us Our fortune to decide. And you have helped us M. H. S. Our years with you have shown Just what each one is fitted for; What is our work alone. In years to come, fond memories Of happy high school days Will come to us — but now has come The parting of the ways. It ' s our turn — are we ready? Class of ' 20, answer Yes . ' Ever Onward be our motto When we leave you, M. H. S.