Niles High School - Tattler Yearbook (Niles, MI)

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Class Class Class Class as ss MARGARET VISEL A violet by a mossy stone, Halflzidden from the eye. Literary Society '18 '19 VERNA WHALEN Full many a flower is made to blush, 14 nseen, Awd waste its sweet'ness'on the desert air. ' ' Literary Society '17 '18 Junior Play '20 Advisory Pres. '21 Colors: Yellow and white. Motto: Boutez en avant - Push forward. Yell: One nine two one: two one, two one.: nineteen twenty- one, rah! Advisors: Hilah L. Allen, Margaret M. Durham, Walter J. Zabel. f28 l

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WALTER SPANSAIL 'And though he promises to his loss, He makes his promise good. Literary Society '18 4 FRANCIS STAFFORD 'A pleasanfface and a, pleasant smile. Literary Society '19 GLADYS TESKE 'To know her is to know her zvorth. Junior Play '20 Literary Society '18 '19 RICHARD TORMEY I am a man more sinned against than sinningf' E271

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Sonnets of the Class of '21 As in the verdant summer, fields are seen Cloaked in Nature's robe of matchless green, So did this brilliant tint enshroud our class When four short years ago it came to pass That we received the loud resounding call Of that majestic summoner on the wall, Which bade us enter these inspiring portals Amid the other classes' cursed chortles. Of those things which in that first year befell 'Twere better some tragedian should speak And tell you of our many, many woes, For memory strikes me dumb when I would tell And recollections leave me pale and weak, Recalling our first venture 'midst our foes. The second year our terror left us. True, But there were countless other things to do. We found our hearts within us to be burning With an insatiable desire for learning. So we to books our earnest efforts bent, And scarcely any of our time was spent In that vain, frivolous pursuit of fun, Which in the past so many has undone. But still, in our keen interest to learn, We found a little time to stop and play, And now and then join with some other class In some glad frolic, which could safely turn Our weary spirits from all cares awayg And help this studious year to quickly pass. Our junior year all our activities Aroused the envy of the busy bees. First came the pleasant task of choosing rings, Then other gayer, even brighter, things Until the spring when came that happy day Which witnessed our delightful junior play. 'Twas then our patrons beamed in righteous glee Such art in future citizens to see. Then came the banquet, our last great success That year, and afterwards the dance, Which from our minds we know can never pass. The guests who rallied round that board still bless The pleasures they partook of, and perchance At heart, too, yield the laurel to our class. E291