Negaunee High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Negaunee, MI)

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CLASS OF ' 19 When we started on our journey, In September of ' 15, We had a ship of stoutest wood, And a crew, the best e ' er seen. For four long years we sailed the deep, But our first year was the best; For we were ardent Freshmen then, And our lives were filled with zest. The other ships just passed us by, For we were fresh they said, And ere a month away should fly, Our ambition would be dead. We passed the Isles of Pleasures, And the Ports of Worry too. We passed the Bay of Study Where monthly tests did grow. Next we refreshed our memories, In the calm old Bay of Review And then we sailed to the Land of Exams., Where those dreadful red F ' s grew. But now our journey is ended; Our pleasures and troubles are o ' er, And now with joy unbounded, We behold our dear home shore. To you oh dear old N. H. S., We bid a fond farewell, May you in all the years to come, Succeed and prosper well. Then here ' s to our superintendent, Our principal and faculty too ; It ' s to them Ave owe our heartfelt thanks For they helped to put us through. — Lucile C. Reich el.

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CLASS PROPHECY. In the fall of 1930, I was in Chicago attending a convention of the Four-Eyed Club. I left the meeting early as 1 had an important en- gagement. Seeing a policeman in the middle of Michigan Avenue, I walked) over to him to inquire the way to the University Library. What! Who should this policeman be but Edward Johnson. He looked like a young giant in his uniform for he had grown several inches since his High School days and he surely looked capable of tak- ing care of immense crowds. I congratulated him on his position and hurried on to the library where I had an appointment with Ruth Mitchell. You know Ruth always did have the habit of making ap- pointments at the library. I entered this beautiful building and looked around in the Read- ing Room for Ruth. Not finding her, I passed on near the desk where a tiny figure perched on a very high stool caught my eye. I stared — for could this be my old classmate, Lucile ReicheH She informed me that she was head librarian and was enjoying her work very much. A book lay on her desk and glancing at it I saw A Collection of Poems by Eleanor Laughlin, a book with which I was already fami- liar, for in my own copy several pages were dog-eared, those on which were my favorite poems. Eleanor has certainly gained fame, hasn ' t she? remarked Lucile. And our other literary classmate — of course you have read Jennie Larson ' s latest book? I replied that I intended to, for I had enjoyed reading her other works so much. I then went into one of the rooms where the books are kept. Idly looking at a few volumes, I picked up Who ' s Who in America. ' I saw the name William Haidle, Lawyer, William had won recent fame in a law suit in which Senator E. Russel King had been sued for breach of promise. Going back into the readin g room and finding Ruth had not yet arrived, I picked up a magazine, Popular Mechanics, and read an article on George Robert ' s latest invention : 1 1 An Unstealable Um- brella. ' ' Ruth now came bustling up to me, whispering that she had been detained on a case, for Ruth is a doctor, you know, but she was now free to go to luncheon with me. We went to the Blackstone Hotel where she said she enjoyed the music so much. At the right of the entrance to the magnificent dining room sat the orchestra, Matt Nuttila directing. Between pieces we had a little chat. He invited us to attend a concert that evening at the Auditorium. Eva Peterson, Galli Curci ' s rival was to sing. We accepted gratefully, they took seats at a rose-adorned table. Over our salad we talked of old times for we hadn ' t had a visit for years. Of course our old classmates were discussed. Mona Wade and Florence Baillargeon were both nurses, Mona in Minneapolis, and Florence somewhere in Kansas. Frank Matteer was making wonderful discoveries with his as- tronomical apparatus and had received recognition at Washington for his graphic descriptions of stars. Edna Johnson was physical training directress at some college in the West, while Annie Granland, when last heard of, was on a ranch in Montana. Elizabeth Royea and Fannie Swartzberg had gone to New York