Niles High School - Tattler Yearbook (Niles, MI)

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History of Class of Twenty It was in the fall of '17 that we, the largest, most erudite group of freshies ever known, slowly entered Niles High, gazing fearfully at the sophomores, wonderingly at the juniors and reverently at the seniors. Not being initiated into the mysteries of the several corri- dors and many recesses, we wandered aimlessly about until directed to the respective wardrobes by some obliging senior who kindly es- corted us from there to the assembly room. We finally became ac- customed to the regime imposed upon us by the faculty and, after the period of hazing, we really enjoyed our new environment. With the aid of the rest of the school, we had a pleasant freshman year. We elected our officers and pondered over our lessonsg the school entertained us at a Hallowe'en party and various other social func- tions. The next fall we returned grateful that we would no longer be the butt for all jokes since we had safely evolved from freshmen into the all-powerful sophomores. As this was the first year we had had a chance to show our initiative we made the most of it. We formed the nucleus for the Hamiltonian Literary Society and have watched it develop from its embryonic stage into an aggressive ma- turity. We also gave an unforgetable Hard Times party to which the entire school was invited. Besides our scholastic attainments, several of our boys Won their N's . The following fall we re-entered school with a great sense of importance and worth, but it did not take the faculty long to dis- illusion us. 1Early in the year, after choosing our class officers, we selected our class rings. Shortly after this Mrs. White chose the cast for our play, A Scrap of Paper, and practice started at once. You all remember it plainly, do you not? Dora Wright as Zenobie, Howard Kendrick as Brisemouche and Wilfred McLaughlin as Ana- tole. We entertained the cast at a delightful banquet immediately after the last presentation. Then, on June sixth, we entertained the seniors and school board at the Junior Banquet, which was followed by the Junior Hop. In the fall of 1919 we came back to school with a very different feeling than we had anticipatedg we realized that it was our last year in good old Niles High and that in a few short months we would pass from its halls forever. We, therefore, began immediately to apply ourselves with the determination of getting out of it all possible. Soon we held a meeting for the purpose of starting our annual. We gave a party to the entire high school in which we E291

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Class Class Class Class DORA WRIGHT I know she taketh. 'most delight in music, znstruvnents and poetry. Glee Club '17, '18, '20, Secretary '19, Junior Play '19. Senior Play '20. Hamiltonian Lit.'19,'20: Vice-president '18. Vice-president Jacobsonian Club '19, N. H. S. H. C. 'l8. Basket Ball '18, '20. KATHERYN ZIMMER Where sweetness of mind and goodness are mingled. High School Chorus '18. Hamiltonian Lit. '18. N. H. S. H. C. '18. Treasurer Advisory '20. Colors. . . ........ ....... O ld Rose and Silver Flower. . . ....................... Kilarney Rose Motto .................. Out of school life into life's school Advisors.Hilah H. Allen, Margaret M. Durham, Walter J. Zabel f28

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broke all precedents and hired a real ho-nest to goodness orchestra. We took it upon ourselves to present a senior play, presenting All of a Sudden Peggy, the eighth and ninth of April. The Tatt1er, which was published in May, speaks for itself. The juniors enter- tained us at the annual banquet and hop, and now We are in the midst of graduation. We are sorry to leave Niles High because we love itg we are glad to do so in that We are one step nearer our life's goal. We are proud to have been students of Niles High and shall try to reflect nothing but honor and glory upon our Alma Mater. -Perry Hoisington. The Challenge We seniors loved to hear the bell That called us from our sleep. For many years we've heard its call To launch out in the deep. That bell will ring for us no more, Four happy years are o'er. The curtain rises on a scene Not shown to us before. But now we hear another bell That calls to ports unknown. This bell of life now calls to us To make its message known. t Then shall we be content to sit And say 'twas not for us? Or place our shoulders to the task We know was meant for us? -G. A. H. '20. l30l