Mount Pleasant High School - Derrick Yearbook (Mount Pleasant, MI)

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S II. 3 fe- 5 fs J g g - Q Senior Class History IN SEPTEMBER 1922, one hundred and seven rather faint-hearted freshmen gathered to begin their high school career. As soon as the novelty of our position wore off and we gathered confidence and aplomb, we elected the following officers to manage our official affairs: Harold Stinson, presidentg Fred Fitch, secretaryg Dorothy Hod- gins. vice-president, Jack Pierson, treasurerg and Mr. Brake, class adviser. When we assembled the next fall as sophomores, we needed no guiding hand to lead us to the right path, but considering that we were Masters of our Fate, we plunged at once into high school activities. Those elected to pilot us through our sopho- more year were: Jack Pierson, presidentg Fred Fitch, vice-presidentg Bernice Brond- stetter, secretaryg Jim Comins, treasurer, and Miss McKenzie, class adviser. We furnished four men for' the various high school teams. In the inter-class tournaments, we finished second in football and won the championship in basketball. The Sophomore dancing party was well attended and acclaimed a success by all. In 1924 we again took our places in high school life as jolly Juniors, competent and willing to assume our share of responsibility. As class officers we elected: Jack Pierson, presidentg Donna Barnes, vice-president, Harold Stinson, secretary, Walter Kennedy, treasurer, and Miss McKenzie, class adviser. - Our standing in athletics was very creditable. The J-Hop was one of the most successful dances of the year. The gym was prettily decorated and the music splendid. Last fall we met as the so-called dignified seniors. The officers we elected to manage the various important affairs of our last year were: Maynard Allyn, presi- dent, Fred Axtell, vice-president, Edward Lynch, secretaryg Eileen Waterman, treas- urerg and Mr. Wendt, class adviser. As seniors we have played a prominent- part in all school activities. The senior play, Kempy was one of the finest and most amusing plays ever given, in its line. We are now all eagerly anticipating the Senior Prom, the last and largest party of the year. We look forward to graduation with because we are standing on the threshold we realize that our high school days with are over. Throughout our high school life we which we hope will guide us into paths as Page Thirty a mixture of gladness and regret, gladness of a new and important life, regret because all their pleasant memories and associations have formed ideals and fostered ambitions pleasant as those we leave on June 18, 1926. -Bernice Brondstetter. Lv

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, mb X in ig- L 5355 22 HELEN WILBUR I will hitch my wagon to a star. CLARENCE SMITH I am willing in be convinced, but show me the man that can do it. ADA BRAZINGTON I have a heart with room EDNA HUBER for every man. Whatever anyone does or Hays docs not move me. CHARLES BAILEY Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we have an exam. DOROTHY COLLINS Of all great art, music is above all earthly stm'n1s. RUTH FAIRCHILD A good all-around girl. 'JUSTIN YOUNG 'JOSEF VAN WIE 'RALPH SCHUMWAY 'MARSHALL SMITH 'RALPH MYERS 'JOHN DUGUID 'MAX RHINEHART 'No picture available. the art to raise the soul ff ' -'vs r l i AJ . A ,l Page Twenty-nine

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,L . . P -1- f l .-3 ...a I - Class Prophecy SOMETIME ago, our class, struck by the promising qualities that certain members h ,oif our group possessed, desired to learn what positions of future eminence these would o . A class meeting was held and it was decided that we should have a magician read the futures of the members of the class of '26. A delegation was then selected to visit the studio of this wise man, its duty being to pay strict attention and record carefully the destinies of each individual. The results of this expedition have been kept a dark secret until now, when we are disclosing them. We are certain that, as parents, friends, and instructors of these groups that the entire audience will be de- lighted to hear the details of our weird experience. ' We set out on our journey one cold day in January, and, after a long day's travel, we reached our destination. His house, an old vine-covered mansion, gave us a spooky feeling, and, even greater, was our fear when four black men rushed to our assistance. They ushered us quickly through a long, daik passage and into a still darker room with a low ceiling. It was all very strange and mysterious, and it is unnecessary to say that all of us would have felt more comfortable if safe at home. Oh look! cried Helen, the most excited and inquisitive member of our group. I do believe it is the sun! But her delight was soon lessened when the magician en- tered and began whirling the huge sun-like crystal, which we had mentioned. He knew our mission, so at once asked who was first. We were all rather timid, but in a chorus cried out the name of the leader, Maynard Allyn. The crystal became as a setting sun. We were enveloped in a bright red light. The magician motioned to us to watch the change. This we did, and the abs that were heard proclaimed the fact that the destiny of our class president was being por- trayed. It was not, all together unexpected since he had shown signs of ability all through high school. He was shown as head chemist in Columbia University. Well not so bad, sighed Ruth, he, for one, will uphold the high standards of M. P. H. S. Now the scene changed. This time we saw a great jungle and there in the midst, we recognized our friend. Donna Barnes, talking with all her might to some half-civ- ilizorl tribes in Africa. We might have expected that. Don't you rem-mb'-r P-'W in Girl Reserves' meeting, making some such plans for her future? remarked Emily, another member of our party. The jungle faded away, and in its place appeared the crowded streets of a great city. In a room in the most exclusive shop on Fifth Avenue, we saw a model dis- playing beautiful Paris creations. Why, it's Helen Wilbur, someone exclaimed! D0esn't she look wonderful? She always could wear clothes well. In a moment this scene had vanished, and we saw seated at an attractive break- fast table, a man and his wife, My goodness, that is Ruth McGillis, cried Betty: suppose I should say Mrs. Mullet. She looks as if married life agreed with her. The beautiful, well-ordered streets of a California city now appeared in the crys- tal. Yes, it really was Hollywood, and that man frantically directing the taking of a movie film was no other than Penny Pierson. Who would imagine Penny becom- ing a great producer? On looking more closely we recognized the hero and heroine of the production to be Josef Van Wie and Bessie Belnap. Hollywood disappeared, and in the crystal could be discerned the charming little Inn, Bide-A-Wee. When we saw our old friend, Ethel Moody and her husband as proprietors, we wished that we might obey the injunction. As the scene cleared, we were puzzled, for no view cameg only the faint outline of a printed page. This gradually grew plainer, and, in glaring letters, appeared a review of a great book written by our own class genius, Bernice Brondstetter. Page Thirty-one