Morenci High School - Senior Yearbook (Morenci, MI)

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Clbnr Sinltnnl life W M569 0 YHIT 1'f'l1l0lIllbf'l' the time twelve or thirteen L' N ' years ago when you went to school for the .Ji Z9 I first time? Do you remember the thrill? 'f , DX V Wasn't that a grand and glorious feeling? lf fx' Then after eight years of work you found yourself a Freshman. Can you blame a Freshman for feeling important? No. You cannot. The four years in High School are the best years of our life. Perhaps you make a friend in High Sehool that is your friend throughout life. We will always renlember these friends, for dear are the friends of ehildhoodf' V Time flies and the class of '25 is spread to the four winds of the world. One here. one there. but few Still near the old school. ' ' A Senior of '25 then old- and ,1:ray'takes l1is grand- daughter upon his knee and-tells her of' the wonderful old days at Morenei High. '- -I - Little girl.'f says he, you are about to start in High I f St-hool and I want to tell you of my days at Morenei High. I started to school to get what knowledge I could, but I got off the track many times. I remember the time the old gang skipped school to go to a football game. Well. we acquired knowledge the following weeks. I never knew my ability as an author until then. Then there were the parties. flag rushes, tugs of war and banquets that we had. Ah! those were the days. But that was 11ot all. little girl. Never forget that you go to school to acquire an education and make your goal the highest possible and then attempt to reach that goal. Study: work, because nothing is gained without work, and always do your best to' make others do their best and I am sure that you will be a sueeess. Do not be afraid of work, and when you are old and gray you eau look back and think beautiful fll0ll2llfS of Morenei High Sehoolf' A The 4-hild is asleep. f John -Baldwin

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fir miie Glztli 05f Qlipz 3H1Ilt1IUl1TlI Ii indeed is that hulnan soul, that has never felt the thrill of exploring the un- ! known. Many of the aged would gladly trade places with the boy or girl, Who, on Y a rainy day sits. curled up in a chair, lost in the enchantment of adventure and ex- ploration of a Swiss Family Robinson lor a Robinson f'rusoe. Can we ,not all remem- ber the thrill that came over us as children as we explored the recesses of an old forgotten trunk or a forbidden draw- er? No observing person can forget the sight of a group of small boys exploring the village dump on -the edge of town. One never could tell what valuable treasures could be found there. Many a wise mother has quietly. without fuss or anger. picked up these many abandoned treasures. knowing that to the child, the greatest thrill comes in the act of finding. and not in the at tual thing itself. I'pon such an ideal should a school he founded. Edu- cation should be the supreme adventure of youth. A But ,how few of us actually see it in that light. Life is a stage. ac-- cording to Shakespeare. upon which we have been hurled by forces not of our own making. What is this stage? lVhat is the play all about? lVhy are we here and where are we going? The tragedy of life is not death but the faet that millions and millions of the people who have lived. have never even questioned the dust beneath their feet, or the heavens above for that matter. but have only gone on with the drift of the mass. Somehow or other as life advances we tend to become more and more static in our thought. give up the seeming riddle of the stage, settle lg, oo idwfzlgs ourselves comfortably into some ism of faith or belief and quietly surrender to the peacefnlness of undisturbed thought. But here and there is an actor who refuses to drift with the crowd. who raises his questioning eyes to the heavens, and we have a Newton or a Gallileo. Here is one who refuses to believe that the stage is as small as the crowd so loudlyqxargues and we have a Columbus Setting forth upon a great adventure. In our mind's eye can we not picture a few of the non-conformists, a few of the re- bellious actors. there a Bell. an Edison. a Wright, here a Hauxley, Shakespeare or Bacon. How quickly we recall these great pioneering souls. their names are immortal and never can be forgotten: but who remembers the millions of other players upon the stage? ' As we study the progress of the world 'we see that all growth and reform has been caused by the activity of these few rebellious actors. Truly we can say with Carlyle that History is the essence ot' innumerable biographies. And so the Cll'0fll1l of the educator is to arouse among his 'stu- dents an irresistible desire for knowledge of life. an un- qnenchable thirst for righteousness. and a deep and abid- ing love for their fellowmen. As the present Senior class passes out into the world of performance. may they ,never forget the thrill of discov- ering the new and the unknown, and if a few reach the heights of supreme accomplishment then truly will teach- ers not have been in vain. ' Bryan lleise.

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