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

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MUSKEGON, MICHIGAN 31 those years. It really doesn't matter though since the years following were the ones in which my character was moulded. From snapshots and personal recol- lections I can quite accurately depict mysell' as the following: .X comically rotund little figure with straight, mud-colored hair, cut in the popular Dutch bob of tlte Colleen Moore Iira, a slightly too retroussee organ ol' smell fthe result of an un- expectedly violent collision with the lioorj, an inconceivable passion lor spitting fugly wordlj at passersby, a fA ruts. , 42? few , '12 r 8 Il r , q - Sam I fed mq little cousin Jimvntu Angle worms on Toesciaqs cute little trick of seeing lions while Ulll on my daily walk and a philosophy ol' lile which included going to Sunday School regularly every Sunday with live pennies for the heathen so God wouldn't be mad when I fed my little cousin Jimmie angleworms on Tues- days. XVhen I attained the maturity of eleven solemn years the cute little trick ol' seeing lions had developed into the marvelous feat of proving to certain gullible youngsters my indenti- ty as a relation to kings and queens. 'l'hat, I believe, sums up quite nicely my scarlet past, so on to the larva stage ol' my career. 'I'o summarize my character as it i-3 at present is not difficult. In a few words, I am an animated piece of pouf, with variations, quite a distinguished description, bitt quite sans distinction, I assure you. It was not long ago I received a rude awakening to that fact. Quite by accident I overheard a coa- iersation concerning mysell' and gath- ered that my main asset, was in biting away with murder. I this world ol' survival ol' able to get grinned. In the littest, it would seem I had some chance. On second thought it occured to me that Dillinger had 'tgotten away with murder, in a manner ol' speak- ing, and where did it get him? lt might be wise to insert at this point a subtle insinuation to thc ellect that I am still a rather nice young lady, just in case my personality may have been undermined somewhat. Proof of a mathematical initrd can be found even in some ol' my earlier exploits: one in particular, I recall, when I pursuaded all the young in- nocents of the neighborhood to enter partnership with me in selling wild llowers. Our irate mothers learned of our business venture and promptly put the parental foot of disapproval on the whole affair, thus ellectively murdering a flourishing business, but not before we had gleaned l'orty-three cents Qof which I claimed thirty-hvej from unsuspecting customers. My honesty has never been doubted. but I suspect that it.'s not because no one ever wanted to. As to qualities of leadership, poise, and social abilities, well, I'm an ex- cellent leader, bitt no one ever agrees with my point of view so I never have any followersg I have an abundance of poise, but in my excitement at being in the presence of other people, I lose it: and social abilities just weren'r added to my extra curricular list. I have one pet word which I apply to anything I don't like or don't under- stand. That word is stupid , and if said with the right inflection implies no end of things, quite in keeping with my character. The fitting and proper thing to do now is to draw this piece of literary creation to a sudden, sweet end, so. contrary to my usual custom I shall do so, but not, however, before I make my last stand. I still think I'm rather a nice person.

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30 SAID AND DONE life accordingly, it was this newspaper clipping that brought the affair to my mind. The real meaning of his story never entered my mind until a week later when I visited his shack I found it in ashes. New fallen snow had blanketed the scene with a serene whiteness that hid at least partially the twisted steel and charred timbers that marked the spot. At first I believed the hre was accidental and wondered why I had not heard of it before, but the old spencer rifle leaning against a hemlock soon told 'the' t'aleL On a paper folded and placed beneath the hammer of the gun were these words. 'iFabian Laveque has gone home. From where the rifle stood a faint snow shoe trail led north. Straight as the trail of a fox the faint depression led towards the home of Fabian Laveque. STRANGER OF TI-IE FOG Night walker, YVhy dost thou sally forth this even' Under the veil of heavy atmosphere? YVhy dost thou loom before me, Here in the gloom ignore me, Then in the thick'ning shadows dis- appear? Night stalker, Wlhere hast thou gone this lonely even' VVrapt in thy cloak of black and flowing grey? YVhy shouldst thou so elude me, Lay bare my soul, denude me, Hang o'er my heart this cloud of dark dismay? Andrew Hieftje, '35 YOUNG WOMAN There was a gaiety of heart In every lilted word, And graceful music made a part Of ecstacy unheard. Anita IViener , rlatio Of' f f ff' W, H+' ln N 1 'I V I ln, .el SR V1 I f f -E my Q , We o flllacli ,,f '1rQi,lX My a5Ql5::,:1f,1ttlv:yX I' nfe fum NOW, lf1,1l'l0'i Q M . fr I- v- QNot in the manner of Lamb? VVho was the famous-or was he famous?-English-or was he Ameri- can?-writer who once said that if one is to write an essay that will stand the test of time one should choose a sub- ject closest to one's heart? XVell, any way it makes no matter who said it since it is the idea expressed in which I am interested, for the other evening alter an hour of steady gnawing on my already pulpy pen, with a few mean- ingless remarks on the white, lined paper before me, I was struck with the idea and promptly proceeded ink- ily to rave in my rambling fashion on the subject of which I am most fond- myself. In a rather conservative estimate I might venture to state at the outset that in my own opinion, which I gen- erally concede to be quite good, I am a rather nice person. Mind now, there is no note of conceit in this statementg rather I say it with the noble intentions of putting myself and my readers on an equal footing before I go off a deep end. Long before I ever was, my mother- to-be dreamed of having a future presi- dent for her child, not a new idea at that, but even at this early pre-age I made two definite mistakes, which soon placed me in that unfortunate group of human beings often indelicately termed as off-springs. The Hrst mis- take occurred in my being a girl, the second in my being at all. The years of my existence from one to four are rather vague for the most part, but from what I gather from hearsay, I was a squally, toe-biting en- fant terrible, so I shan't elaborate on

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32 SAID AND DONE .3-J ' ' f' it BY 't am PICAEMQ I hope to finish with this semesters graduating class, and already I am feeling blue, because I have to leave the school. I suppose I could deliber- ately fiunk a class or two, but that would be a disgrace to the family name, and after all graduating is part of the school activities. The reason I am blue is that I will be lost, when I cannot get up every morning at seven o'clock, and hear mother calling me, and washing, dress- ing, and eating in a hurry, so as to be to school on time. I will miss the brisk walk to school every morning, and that game, of guessing thet tempera- ture as we walked past a certain gas station on our way to school. I know I will miss the fruits and flowers we used to borrow from the residents of a certain street in Muskegon. And in the winter time I will probably lose the art of throwing snow balls. QI was considered one of the best shots in our sans-D I will miss the day dreaming, the longing to be outdoors, the familiar noise in the halls, trying to bluff the teachers, the thrill of skipping a class or probably one whole day fthat is one of my favoritesj. The assemblies, snake dances, school parties, and whist- ling in the hall, will be a thing of the past. But I believe what I will miss most is the friendships, and the easy way one can meet or become acquainted with other students while in school. By experience I know those outside of school are not so friendly. I will miss the athletics, baseball, basketball, and football. One can al- ways play these games out of school, but there is something missing, I can- not name it definitely, but anyone who has taken part in school athletics can sense it. The friendly railing and spirit is gone. lfrom what I hear from teachers, parents, and principals, the outside world is still more interesting and dif- ficult, and graduating will give me my chance at it. .-Xlthough I will long for high school days again, they will be a thing of the past, and since one can- not go back and do it over, I will have to be content with just memories. TR.-XNQUILIIITY The gold that gilds the world at end of day, Mellows with imperishable power, the hardness of a heart, The molten shafts that drop below, beckon to quiet play, And gives me in my lowly state, a re- newed, happy start. That ethereal peace that hides the world at eventide, Bears on spiritual wings my peaceful soul, .-Xnd seeks all my terrestrial cares to hide, And screens from me the inevitable goal. The brooks darkened by the dye stufis ol' the skies, Lose their playful mood, and slip slow- ly down the mountain side. Long, lavender shadows fling them- selves along the rise, .-Xnd the lonely pine raises its somber locks, The wanderer to guide. Darkness like a pall, settles o'er the earth at shadow time, The moon, a plated halo, silently beams above, The velvety darkness is truly a sign That over all, reigns love. Paul Valk, x35