Muskegon High School - Said and Done Yearbook (Muskegon, MI)

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8 SAID AND DONE As Rolland finished speaking, the haps they were longing for their youth former students applauded him loud- N'Vho can say? ly. Many faces wore thoughtful or Beverley X'Vestover, Chairman wistful expressions. Perhaps these Marie Ringler Lydia Bohn people were living again the past. Per- Clyde Upton A DREAM Doaornv OLsoN, '35 Across the breadth of endless time it came. A gentle murmurg A faint, weird harmony of sound Sprung from the soul of a thousand ages. Subtle whisperingsg The rustle of a lonely pineg Brooding, plaintiveg Dropping the peace of eternity Into life. l lt rose. The music rose. The dash of a thousand violins Through a tempest of throbbing beauty. It rose. The iiery flame of a thousand sunsets Burning a thousand souls. Strength! grandeur! wildness! And still it rose. ln swells of deep Crescendo It caught the war cry of the seasg Savage turbulenceg X'Vild notesg Exultant cries ol' a thousand souls .set free. Then silence The stillness of eternity. I looked into the skies, The silent skies. I caught no murmur of the winds To break that stretch from me to heaven. L ,

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MUSKEGON Gfass isfory Y One cold, s11owy evening in January, 1970, while most of the people in the city were hugging the fire, there seem- ed to be something at Muskegon Sen- ior High School which was attracting about eighty people. It was the first alumni banquet of the class of 1935. This interesting and exciting group gathered in the cafeteria where the banquet was served. Someone remark- ed that the school looked just about the same as it had in days gone by. After the last course had been served, the toastmaster, Bob DeMuro, rose from his chair. Classn1ates,', he said, 'Tm sure you all remember that silver-tongued ora- tor who was our 12B president. WVhen we were in 12A, he was elected presi- dent of the Student Council. He served our class and the school to the best of his ability, and he has consent- ed to review for us the activities of our class. Therefore, l take great pleasure in presenting to you, Mr. Rolland Rice. There was a loud burst of applause as Rolland rose from his chair. He held up his hand for silence before he started to speak. I thought I caught a hint of sar- casm in Mr. DeMuro's remark about the 'silver-tongued Ol'2llOl'y,H he said. But he can't bother me. He never did when we in classes together, and I will not let him bother me now. As Rolland paused for a moment, there was another burst of applause. Rolland looked at the people seated around the long table, and then he went on with his speech. Our class was organized in 11A. life felt pretty important, and so we elected seven officers. june Madison was the president of the class. Our vice-president was Mabel Cole. I had the misfortune of being elected the MICHIGAN 7 class secretary. David Hume was the treasurer, and Fred Backstrom made a good sergeant-at-arms. Jane Dear- born was our social chairman, and Alouha Young was our Said and Done reporter. Even thinking about the reception we were give the seniors. We didn't that semester, however. at that early date we were going to do much Uln 12B we had new officers. As Mr. DeMuro told you, I was elected president of the 12B class. Jane Dear- born was elected vice-presidentg Mar- ian Nelson was chosen for the secre- tary's office, Lorraine Johnson was the treasurer, and Ruth Purdy was the social chairman. Douglas Noble re- placed Marian Nelson as the 12B sec- retary. That semester was the beginning of work for us. YVe had to make plans for the Senior Reception. A com- mittee, headed by June Madison, made arrangements for the great event. The Senior Reception was a big success. YVC cannot give the persons in charge too much credit. Our class broke the tradition of a fixed rate of class dues. A motion was passed which provided for the assess- ing of the class members for only the amount of money that was actually needed. lt wasn't long before we were in 12A. That meant that we must have new officers. Bob DeMuro became our president. David Hume was our vice-president. The secretary was Mar- garet Schroeder. Bill Runzel was elected treasurer, and Clyde Upton was our SC1'gCLlI1t-at-2l1'1I1S. Our president, Mr. DeMuro, got committee fever, and, in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, lie made almost every other class member a committee of work to rziaii-mn. IVe had a lot do, and our last semester was one of came Com- turned out must have hustle and bustle. Then mencement, and we were into the cold world. We been able to keep our footing, how- ever, because I see so many familiar faces before me.

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MUSKEGON Gfctss IVe, the Senior class of Muskegon High school, Muskegon, Micliigaii, United States ol' America, being in full possession of our senses at the com- pletion of four years of toil, during which time we have changed from eager freshmen to sober-minded sen- iors, do hereby take our pen in hand, and with all proper respect and regard for our faculty bequeath the following, to wit: First: IVC, the members of this class of '35, do this day gratefully acknow- ledge the understanding and tolerant efforts of our beloved principal, Mr. Manning. Second: IVe, the outgoing seniors ol' this school, do this day leave the school under the careful and kindly guidance of our advisers, Miss Leopold and Mr. Plummer, thanking them for their patience which at times was sorely tried. Third:IVe, the members of the pre- sent graduating class, do this day leave a unanimous vote of thanks to Miss DeYoe for having such a likeable nephew. Fourth: IVC, the class of '35 be- queath to: Miss Bedker, all themes which she now has in her possession, to be used on cold mornings to kindle fires. Mr. Beedon, a new set of jokes for his classes. Miss Lajeunesse, a stack of dic- tionaries for her classes. Mr. lVIcIllwain, a dozen green shirts to wear when refereeing basketball games. fThey look so nice with his red hairy Fifth: I, Mabel Cole, leave my abil- ity as an athlete to my sister, Elizabeth Cole. I, June Madison, leave my admira- tion for forensic heroes to Freda Berman, MICHIGAN 9 I, Fred Backstrom, leave my eye for girls and targets to Dick Walker. I, Margaret Schroeder, leave my obliging disposition kerk. I, Dorothy Olson, leave my literary ability as an inspiration to the I'Vriter's Group. I, Eric Bourdo, bequeath my boyish enthusiasm to John Manning. I, Clifford Lind, leave my pestiness to Tracy Girdler. I, Emma Bowman, leave my ability to get 'em and leave 'emu to Donna tlastenholz. l, Frank IV. Johnson, leave a Hstep- ping stone for the future use of all who are like me in stature. I, Douglas Hamm, leave my ability to play Cassius to future 11A classes. I, Emery Anderson, leave my suavity to Robert Hoffman, knowing that he shall protect it and keep it unblem- ished. I, George Arnold, leave, remember- ing The Girl I Left Behind Me. I, Charles Backstrom, leave my ex- tremity of body to Miss Kleaveland lor future use in the dramatization ol I'Abraham Lincoln. I, Marcella Van Zanten, leave my aristocratic bearing to Ina Mae Clay- tor. I, George Johnston, leave my friend- ly smile to anyone who can duplicate it. I, Ray Johnson, leave my flirtatious manner to Bob Johnson. I, Art Colman, leave a meter-n1ea- sure to Paul Valk to use in writing his poetry. I, Frank McGowen, leave my fudge recipe to any girl who wants to be popular. I, Bill Johnson, leave a pair of pink car mulfs to Mr. Redmond to wear on the held on cold days. I, Vernice Andrews, leave my pop- ularity with the boys to Katherine Cramer. I, Rolland Rice, leave my verbosity, circumlocution, periphrasis, and re- dundancy to Andrew Hieftje. I, Medrith Hirsch, leave on time, thank goodness! to Ruth Ouwer-