Northwestern High School - Norwester Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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JANUARY cr:Lr:Bs Gerlrllde Marlin-Shy, cute Trudy Martin was quite an active young lady. She was Y-Teen presi- dent, tlutist with the orchestra, an excellent artist, an officer in the student government, and a U.N. dele- gate. Trudy will be remembered not only for her official status as secretary but for the admirable services she performed. Donald Prelllice-Smiling Don Prentice, the Magna Cum lad, the 12A money-carrier, the golf team captain, the N Club boy, the Scotch kilter, the omnipresent, the witty, the brilliant adds to this list his wonderful ambition to become a priest. Robert Burgin-Quiet, unassuming Bob Burgin was the Ianuary class choice for president. Bob's fine physique is walking proof of his agility in the swimming pool. Besides being captain oi the swim- ming team, Robert served as an N Club officer, re-ceived the spade, and was recognized by all as a swell fellow. Doll Peel!-What a build! What a beautiful bass voice! What a man! Yep, here comes Don Peek the all-city player on our football team. Don was vice- president of the A Capella Choir, N Club member, president of the Glee Club, and a member of the track team. Gwen Lyons--Yea, Gwen! Yea, Gwen! Cheer leader Gwen Lyons not only yelled to the delight of the crowd but added to her exuberant qualities her fine strokes with the girls' tennis team. Magdalen Pure-Wonderful Maggie Pare was probably the most active girl around. Rewarded for her scholastic abilities with the Wayne Scholarship, Maggie was also president of the Spanish Club, cap- tain of the Field Hockey team, and letter-lady on the basketball and tennis teams. Donald May-Don not only swims, he also flies: in the air and over the ice. As second diver on our team Don turned in a fine performance and is now serving Uncle Sam in the U. S. Air Force. He also served as Vice-President of the student council and was active on 12A committees. lack Crewley-Comical lack Crowley could be referred to as Northwestern's own Lou Costello. The mighty lack starred on the championship baseball team, sparked Norwester sales as a super salesman, and popped his corny jokes to the delight of his classmates. Leslie Henry-Our boy, Les, the handsome char- acter, stood at the helm of the N Club boys. Speedy Les was a deciding factor in the trophy-taking track team. Sldll Mcconller -- Lanky Stan, the all-city man, is known in the sports world as the streak of light- ning. Record-setting Stanley broke the old track record for the city quarter mile in the terrific time of 49.8 seconds. Stan was also an active member of the N Club and a powerful weapon on the swim- ming team. Ierry Blecliel'-The voice, Ierry Blocker, with his winning grin and static laughter, was quite the fella around Northwestern halls. Saint Peter as Class Day chairman was responsible for the success of the hell-arious class day skits. The Voice also served as President of the Radio Club, sports editor of the Colt, and super salesman for the Norwester. Active Ierry received a Cum Laude diploma for his scholastic achievements. Earl Dodson- Amiable Earl Debby Dodson was the inimitable sports-caster on the P.A. Earl achieved the utmost in versatility through his activities as a pole vaulter and hurdler on the track team, member of the Radio Club, and 12A Memorial Chair- man. George Gaines-Georgie Gaines is one of those rare individuals whose personality is so pleasing that he is seemingly without an enemy. This good thing in a small package led the track team to victory as their capable captain, served as an officer of the N Club, held membership on the Class Day Committee, and offered his literary ability as a Colt staff member.

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PUSHKIN AND I CA FRAGMENTJ What is Spring to me? Thaw is a bore: mud running thick and stinking -- Spring makes me ill: my mind is never free From dizzy dreams, my blood's in constant ferment. IMAGINATION The sky is now the clear, cool sea. The stars are fishes swimming about. The moon is an island, miraculously. The sky is now the clear, cool sea. These wonderful things simply fascinate me. Preponderous things from the real world without. The stars are fishes swimming about. After the shower the breeze shakes silver bubbles of raindrops from the trees: their budding branches spin a cobweb against the sky. Velvet violets in ruffs of green, peep from their mossy beds through the cracks in the rock garden: stalks of downy pussy willows dancing in the swirling breeze. As the sun rises to powder the world in misty sun- light, the blades of grass, a cluster of sparkling dew on each tip, look like diamond-headed hatpins. The stingingly fragrant jet-black earth feels moist and crumbly as it trickles through your fingers. The gentle breathing of the wind swings the bird- houses so that it looks as though the fluffy wrens sitting on their perches were rocking cradles in the trees. On a balmy day the cloudless heaven gleams like a dull amethyst. The air that bathes the earth is as cool and fresh as the crystal spray that dampens your face as you bend it over a mountain stream. Spring is the most hopeful of the seasons. Barbara Sherwood A WISH I wish that I might make a wish And keep it, too. It's not to be a little fish. I Wish that I might make a wish To be ice cream in a flowered dish Or maybe blue. I wish that I might make a wish And keep it, too. loan Petersen Billie Ieanne Taylor THE ENTHUSIAST I want to be So many things To penetrate the depths Of written words, Absorbing like a spring tonic Their hearty nourishment Into my hungry brain. To feel the cold shivering wind Kiss my face, and nestle snugly Against my body, As the steed beneath me Sails and soars On trodden earth. To hear melodious music Staring in humble silence At a glowing stage, Where figures and motions Are suspended In a sequence Of actions. To smell the summer's breeze, And walk alone in darkness, Singing to myself with open heart Of its ardent fragrance. To taste the sour apples, The bruised, imperfect circles Of gold, picked from abundant ground, Sucked with joy untold. Encircling the rhythmical motion I want to be Of dancing feet, When two forms are pressed Into one. X To see enlightened faces, A lover of many things, An enthusiast, The best to be of all. Phyllis Strong