Negaunee High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Negaunee, MI)

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City together. Fannie secured a position as stenographer and had just won the last 0. A. T. speed contest in typewriting. Elizabeth was a cartoonist and from her fine salary was able to fu.f ' ill her school day dreams of traveling in the East. John Lehtonen was manager of the General Electric (Jo. in Schenectady, N. Y. His electric potato peerler is used in every Amer- ican home. Ruth and I seemed to have kept in touch with a number of our old classmates. A recent letter from Ruth Buzan who was now mayor of Negaunee, enabled me to give the whereabouts of several others. Hilda Datson was comfortably settled in a little home in Negau- nee, happily engaged in doing her household duties and caring for her family. Olga Salmi who had been teaching at Palmer, had now set up a hair-dressing parlor. Lempi Teikar,) companion to some wealthy lady whom she had met at Detroit, was now traveling in Europe. Clifford Bath had surprised all his friends when he became man- ager of the beautiful new Negaunee Opera House erected by Everett Peterson. In one of the recent vaudeville acts there, Geraldine Scan- Ion had appeared as toe dancer. Sarah Lowenstein had just left on an extension buying trip to New York, Boston, and other Eastern points for she is an efficient member of the Lowenstein firm. Chancing to look up from my letter, I saw a familiar face at one of the tables across the room. It proved to be Dorothy Maitland ' s; and when I had beckoned her over to our table, she said she had come down to Chicago from her summer home to shop and to visit the Art Institute. She asked us to join her, and when, the next day, we were enjoying the pictures in the special exhibit room a particularly beau- tiful one, which seemed somehow familiar, attracted us. Examining it more closely, we discovered that it was a picture of the Rolling Mill location near Negaunee. Alphonse Peterson was the signature in one corner. Ruth and I knew that Cora Coldren was attending a Theatrical Art School, so we asked Dorothy, who often visited her, how she liked it. She replied that Cora was having a glorious time for she was writ- ing plays and having them presented under her own supervision. She sometimes took part as the leading lady, too. We were so interested in our reminiscences that we had not real- ized that we were the only persons in the building. Suddenly I jumped up, for a glance at my watch told me my train would leave in a few minutes. I sure did appreciate Traffic Cop Johnson, for he hailed a taxi for me which brought me to see how the big election had come out. Walter Farrer had won the governorship of Michigan by a large majority. A short history followed saying that Red had first caught the public eye by his wonderful playing at basketball tourna- ments during his High School days. Across the page I saw the item Lillian Johnson, profession- racer in aviation races across the Pacific to Japan, has won her third medal for speed. The brakeman opened the door and called a station. Where was I? All at once I was back in N. H. S. gym yelling N-E-G- GAUNEE! N-E-G- GAUNEE! From the window I could now see the brakeman wave his arms, then swing to the platform. When he

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next entered the coach I yelled, Soup, for it was no other than Or- ville Collins still continuing his vocal stunts and muscular movements. The train was going along at a good speed, when, suddenly it stopped. Stepping out to see what the trouble was I saw a damaged auto beside the track and the occupants slowly picking themselves up. No one seemed to be much hurt but I heard one fellow call out How much is this car insured for, Suess? For it was Dan, to be sure. He had been taking some of his pals for a ride in a Buick as he was agent for that car. Then to show off its merits, he decided to race with the train, and was just crossing the track when the train struck the rear wheel. At the call All aboard I went back to my coach and looking out on the opposite side from where I had been I caught a glimpse of a tvildirg, The Senical Seminary. Here it was that Lydia Senical had tounded her school. Julia Huttinen, one of the teachers, was happy in her work as dancing instructor. After several hours of traveling, I was startled by a voice say- ing, Why, if here isn ' t Marjorie Atkin. I turned about! and be- held Ollila, a troop of children following in her train. I asked her if they were all hers but she replied that they were chil dren from the or- phan asylum of which she was in charge. She was taking this group to a summer cottage. After a pleasant chat she got off at- a small station. As my train sped on northward, I happily thought over all the bits of news I had heard of my old classmates of 1919. — Majorie Atkin. CLASS WILL. We, the class of 1919, being of sound mind, and in good health, hereby draw up this, our last will and testament : To the Board of Education, we bequeath our class fund, which sum is to be used for the betterment of the teachers ' salaries. To our Superintendent and Faculty, we bequeath our sense of humor. Orville Collins bequeaths his dignified position as cheer-leader to Lester Johns. Geraldine Seanlon bequeaths her knowledge of History to Lillian Holm an. Daniel Suess bequeaths his perpetual grin to Frenchie Troto- chad, and his gentle voice to Rolland Barrett. Lydia Senical bequeaths her speed at typewriting to Franklin Jennings. Everett and Alphonse Peterson bequeath their quiet and reserved manner to Everett Reichel and Thomas Leverton. Eva Peterson bequeaths her rosy cheeks to Catherine Anderson. Fannie Schwartzburg and Lillian Johnson bequeath their knowl- edge of shorthand to Eva Malette and Mary Royea. Ruth Buzan bequeaths her latin marks to Elizabeth Perkins. Red Farrer and Matt Nuttila bequeath their skill at basketball to Sam Collins and Bert Dushane. Marporie Atkin and Lydia Ollila bequeath their excelent marks to Hoyt Ferm and John Gillard. Ruth Mitchell bequeaths a package of hairpins to Mary Marta. Eleanor Lau hlin bequeaths her good behavior in Civics class to Eva Trotochaud and her restless spirit to Nan Metherell. Dorothy Maitland bequeaths her speed at translation to Eva La Combe.