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

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26 SAID AND DONE YOUNG, ALOUHA Value received. Said and Done Editor-in-Chief '34, Humor Editor 33, News Editor '34, Senate President, Secretary, Booster Club Execu: tive Committee, Old Grad's Dance, Stue dent Council, G. A. A. WESTOVER, BEVERLY Individually designed. Graduating, but no pictures shown. BACKSTROM, CHARLES He's quiet, but we all know 'Still waters run deep'. DULIBON, MADELINE She could think and ne'er disclose her mind. BOURDO, ERIC It would talkg Lord how it talked! isiffusiozze Marie Somzega, '35 They say that a true love can never die. On this my soul has feasted as the days went by, But now I hunger, . Long have I waited for this returning, My soul within me bursting, yearning For her love, But upon this great eventful meeting, So cold and haughty was the greeting that she gave 'I'hat now I walk the streets of evening, I alone with all my pondering Of My Love. Never again can my heart be merry, For memories of her, My Love, will tarry till the end. .4 CM!! WALLACE l'VooDRow, '35 lim saving to be a millionaire lfVith loads of money everywhere, I'm saving nickels, dimes, and dollars, Illll saving 'till my tullllhy hollers. l'll buy me guns and boats and fish poles, l'll make the trout and rabbits hunt their holes. I'll sail from here to New Orleans l've done it already-in my dreams. i'll buy me lots and lots of things ,-End say to heck with wedding ringsf' l'll be a rich guy yet, some day, I've got the secret, I know the way. Today I got my first big start, I found a nickel in front ofthe Mart L... I'd rather play my violin And fiddle through the day, Then worry on incoming ships And make my hair turn gray. Creighton Cook There is always a tie between father and son, but the son always wears it. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested, that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not cur- iouslyg and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention. Francis Bacon A Swedish statistical society has cal- tulated that, including losses from rev- olution, famine, and pestilence, the Great War deprived the world of no fewer than 4o,ooo,ooo lives.

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I- MUSKE MICHIGAN 25 TRAVIS, MARGARET ' Zc:i1ous, yet modest. Commercial Club, Gym Exhibition. TULEJA, EDWARD Why study? 'l'hc niort wc study, the more there is to forget. Intramural Golf. VALK, GRACE I ani at woman: what I think, I must speak. Senate, G. A. A., Gym Exhibition, Sen- ior Reception Committee, Announcements Committee. UPTON, CLYDE Jesters do oft prove pmplictsf' Student Council, Class History Commit- tee, Band, House of Representatives, Min- strel, Gym Exhibition. VANDERLAAN, PHYLLIS I wonder if I can get by. Gym Exhibition, Hockey. VANDYKE, HENRIETTA A mouse and Henrietta have much in com- mon-silence. Gym Exhibition, Track, Commercial Club VANZANTEN, MARCELLA Mistress of herself, though China fall. G. A. A., Gym Exhibition, Senate, Masque Booster Club, Senior Reception Commit- tee Chairman, Senior Assembly Commit- tee. WEERSTRA, KLARE ELAINE Silence is sweeter than speech. Latin Club.

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MUSKEGON -yaissmt-, FABIAN LAVEQUE RICHARD - FREYE -319- In the deep, damp gloom of a thick and wild stretch of hemlocks, the old Frenclnnan had built his shantyg I say 'fold Frenchman because his wind tanned, leathery hide, seasoned by many years of exposure to the ele- ments, and steeped in the wood smoke of innumerable campfires, was tell- tale evidence of a long life spent in the wilds. I can see him yet, pipe in hand, sitting in his tilted back chair by the door of his shanty puffing his pipe methodically and blowinsf the dark blue smoke in heavy wreaths about his head, smoke which was lost in the en- circling 'doom of the hemlocks. His shanty was 'built of slabs from an old saw mill dock. The interior was dark, almost gloomy, and smelled as though musty with age, for never rt ray of sunlight seemed to break through the barrier of hemlock boughs overhead. A spring some distante away furnished water for drinking and cooking in summer, while snow answer- ed the purpose in winter. In the summer he lived on berries, fish, and such woods pastries as flap-- iacks and sour-dough biscuits. No doubt such delicacies as mushrooms, water cress, herbs, and in the fall, nuts and wild honey, tended to break the monotony of his diet, for he seemed to possess some intricate knowledge of nature that he did not disclose to those who met him. He never hunted and MICHIGAN 27 he never trapped though the woods abounded in game, and he always seemed glad to receive the muskrat carcasses tl1at I offered him, and he converted into quite palatable food. To me he was somewhat of a mys- tery, for he was never quite open and frank, and he always spoke with an air of reserve that seemed to shade but not entirely conceal the shadowy haze that was lns past lile. As I have be- fore remarked, he never went hunt- ing, but hanging on two pegs just above the door was an ol'd 'Sperfeer, well oiled and sleek, which showed that it was well cared for. YVhy the old man kept such a gun, and ao- parently kept it ready for instant use, was sometlnng that I constantly won- dered on. Was the old man afraid? lf so, of what? Ifor certainly no timid man who would WVZIIIK to be within reach of a loaded gun at all times. would voluntarily live in such a lonely place. The next time my business took me near the Frenchmanls shack, I stopped in to have a chat with him. I had brought him some salt, flour, and lard, as he had requested me to do on my previous visit, and as I set the things on the shelf that was reserved for such purposes, he silently paid me for them in silver. As we talked about this and that, I referred to the old time smoke wagonl' that hung above the door and asked him if he ever intended to hunt bulfaloes. Before he could answer or perceive my intentions, I removed the rifle from the pegs and carefully draw- ing back its hammer to safety, I flick- ed open the breech. Out snapped the long brass cartridge and did a tail spin to the floor. I stooped, picked it up, and glanced at its owner. His face still registered the last faint trace of alarm and his wide staring eyes were rapidly changing to pin points of fire. Then, with a careless gesture he regained his self-control and told me the gun was an old keep-sake and that if I cared for it, I might take it along. The rest of the visit was of little importance, I told him of the important news of the last two weeks, and he in turn in-