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

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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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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 ,