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

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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-

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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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no SAIDANDDONE I, Clyde Dephouse, leave my critical capacity to enlarge that of Eugene Mac Caslin. I, Grace Valk, leave a Huted pie tin for Miss YVood to bang upon. I, David Hume, leave my ability to vex any feminine member of the fac- ulty to Billy Chrystal. I Marian E. Nelson, leave my sweet disposition to Anne Carbine. I, Robert De Muro, leave my ability to argue to any one who may find enjoyment in the art. I, Louis Flora, depart from the school with great relief! IVe, Lorraine Johnson and Harold Usmick, leave our favorite waste-basket to Betty NVaymire and Jack Eurich. I, Alouha Young, leave my journal- istic versatility to Jeannette Driver. I, Norval Erickson, leave my seat in the North Muskegon bus to John Emerson. I, John Brandon, leave my reputa- tion as a woman hater to Jack Rior- dan. I, Jane Dearborn, leave my sympa- thetic understanding to Ruth Bauk- necht. I, George Deery, leave my cheery and sunny smile to the school, to be used to dissolve the gloom of the halls on report card Clays. I, Ruth Purdy, leave to go to Jerry. I, Arvid Berglund, leave the dear old school to enter my father's place of business. I, Lydia Bohn, leave Armen and Ruth as the last of the Bohns to dec- orate the school. I, Don Caswell, leave my experience as a navigator to some other Columbus. I, Margaret Enkelmann, leave a ton of paper to Mr. Paulson so he can write his f'Comic History of the N'Vorld. I, Lila DeYoung, leave 100 gallons of punch to future reception commit- tees so that everybody will be satisfied. I, Paul Nelson, leave my personal volume of How to Play Any Instru- ment in Ten Lessons, to the begin- ners' band class. I, Arthur Skoglund, leave my stock ol' old jokes in the garbage. I, Ed Tuleja, leave my bashfulness to Jimmy Eklund. He needs it more than I do. WIC, Ruth and Joe Lenenga, leave hand in hand. I, Clyde Upton, take my repertoire of comical facial expressions with me. I, Ernest Matthews, discard my shy- ness in speech classes. I need it no longer. I, Herbert Lans, leave Digena Van .-Xndel to the tender care of the faculty. I, Robert Picard, leave my ability to spell to any future member of Miss IIedker's classes. I, Douglas Noble, leave my wavy lrlack locks in the show case in the main hall where all may pause and marvel. H I, Lloyd Raskey, leave my manage- ment of athletic teams in the future to Leon Easterly. I, Richard Risk, leave Franny Lange- land for just a short time, I hope. I, Bill Runzel, leave my knowledge of aviation to future presidents of the Aviation Club. I, Vernon Seastrom, leave Leona. I, Arthur Sieplinga, would like to leave something to her, but I'm too bashful. I, Phyllis Vanderlaan, leave a book on The Art of Chewing Gum to Lida Dyer. I, Tom Speake, leave my list of questions to Henry Furmanski. I, Arthur Stenholm, leave all my unused cartoons in Mr. Kensler's waste paper basket. I, Robert Stong, leave a book of comics for the reference shelf in the chemistry department. I, Beverly Wlestover, leave my love for the bicycle to Marian Guild. I, Klare Weei'st.1'a, Ieave my Hair for the sciences to Dorothy Brown. I, Lucille Stauffer, leave a ferocious cat to chase all stray dogs out of the building. I, Mike Czarniecki, leave my only accomplishment, that of dancing, to Ilene Winnell. I, Virginia Johnson, leave the two