Owosso High School - Spic Yearbook (Owosso, MI)

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1934 SAIUUTATIUD IQY sue--l-e-vi Friends, Teachers and Fellow Students: We, the Class of 1934, cordially welcome you to our Class Day exer- cises. Your presence indicates your interest in our endeavors and we hope you will be able to sense our appreciation in bringing us up to this goal. This day commemorates our achievements in High School. It brings recollections of the past coupled with visions of the future. Already we are beginning to realize what additional tests are in store for us. This transition which we are experiencing is one in which we are choosing our own destinies to a greater extent than ever before, in fact, we are a generation that has an appointment with destiny. We live in a great age and we are put to the test to prove our worthiness. Will the youth of today let misfortunes hinder them in their pursuits? Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortuneg but great minds rise above it. We are graduating in a most important and significant era. The level of human knowledge has been raised far beyond any age in history. More and more completely, generations have passed on to generations the gath- ered experience of the past: Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. Learning is incessant discovery and we should look upon life as a book where the turning of each page is some fascinating adventure. With this spirit of curiosity, we shall gradually find the truth and beauty of life. Progress can only be made by keeping some step, however stumbling-and following, until we can know some joy of living and sense some of the endless beauties of the universe in which we have been placed. --R. J. Stinson. 25

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1934 SIIEN lllDlIQ IIZIILASS lItlIllllS'IlFlIDllQY Walking alone along a country road, I came upon a quaint cottage, covered with ivy, sitting a short distance away from the roadside. Being rather tired and also curious as to who might live there, I stopped, and leaning on the gate, called to the old woman who was sitting on the door- step. She beckoned me to come closer and when I reached the steps, asked me to come in. Sensing an air of mystery about her I did so and sat down in the chair she offered me beside the fireplace. The fact that I was a total stranger seemed not to bother her in the least for she immediately began talking to me almost as an old friend. She finally ofiiered to read my palm but I refused, explaining that I didn't believe in a person being able to read the future. At that she became very angry and declared that, she could not only read the future but also reveal the past. Although I thought such a thing impossible, to humor her I asked her to show me the days I spent in Owosso High School from the time I was a lonely freshman until I became a senior. Taking a box from the mantle she sprinkled some of the contents on the embers in the fireplace. Immediately a dense cloud of smoke aroseg and as she waved her hand, the smoke parted and the fol- lowing scenes unfolded in rapid succession. A bewildered group of freshmen were standing about in the halls of Owosso High, entirely ill at ease and gazing at each senior with mingled awe and wistfulness. I recognized several of them and realized that I was looking at the class of '34. As though in pity the smoke blotted out the pathetic scene, and then came fiashes of a class meeting in which Walter Brown was elected president, Betty Baker, vice-president, Marion Sawyer, secretaryg and Maxine Sweetland, treasurer. Miss Deuel was selected as class adviser, and also a motto, class flower and colors were chosen. Our first big party on February 27, 1931, from all appearances was a success even though it was given by mere freshmen. The year passed swiftly and soon we were sophomores with the follow- ing class officers: president, Marjory Chase, vice-president, Josephine Eggleston, secretary, Dorothy Sherman, and treasurer, Leon Montague, with Miss Deuel again our adviser. The next two scenes revealed our parties for the year. The first one, an all-class party, held as I remembered on December 14, 1931, and our next called The Depression Drag on April 8, 1932. Although several more incidents in our activities as sophomores were shown, they were rather indistinct in comparison, and I realized that the next two pictures would show the highlights of our year as juniors. 22

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lllQll34ll - SIIENIIIIDIIQ MUIILASS 'llPliQ1ID llillltll IFEIZY After the absence of several years, I was back in Owosso attending the high school's alumni banquet. Because of the success of my latest novel, I was given the diflicult task of collecting data for a record of the graduates of the class of 1934. With a note book in one hand and a pencil in the other, I began making inquiries about an elegant lady in floating chiifons. I was told that it was that charming little movie actress, Arlene Matznick, while on her right was Lillian Getchell, her masseur. I heard that Dr. Davenport did wonder- ful work on Arlene's tonsils this spring. A pleasant chat with Kenneth Chandler, Orrin Beamish, Gerald Car- mody, and Fredrich Buehler disclosed that they were successful dog bis- cuit salesmen. I was quite impressed with Charles Milster, who is head butler at the White House. He and Ruby Smith, the First Lady's maid, were on a vacation. Adelaide Whitman, who lulls the President to sleep with her music, was unable to get away for the banquet. Joe Vaydik, Paul Rolando, Floyd Hiler, and Howard Perrine are life guards who believe in saving only the blondes. Helen Hart directs a follies chorus. She confided that Christine Bussel has entirely too much volume, and Rose Ellen Brooks, not enough, so she puts one on each side of Mary Raymond, who is pust right. Ruth Adams told me she plays for them with cotton in her ears. I learned a lot about movie stars from Joyce Ford, Mary Ellen Quirk, and Minnie Mae Warren. They're telephone operators in Hollywood. Max Osburn, a reminder of Babe Ruth, was discovered autographing baseballs. He was with the Big League catcher, Ralph Kendall. Dorothy Gates attends all the Big League games as sports reporter. Isn't that luck? My attention was arrested by two serious-faced gentlemen. I should have guessed that they were R. J. Stinson and Elmer Bisard, members of the President's brain trust. I broke up what appeared to be a committee of five. They proved to be the following members of the Farm Relief Board: Walter Graham, the president, and Orville Barnes, Wayne LeCureuX, Clayton Nelson, Vernon Reynolds. Jack Mero proudly told me that he was the India-rubber man of the Parker and Parson's Circus. His employers were not present. I found Maxine Bartz Lyon and the former Ellen Mathews advocating spinach for children. Wencel Soupal, Steven Roe, Kenneth Telfer, Edwin Ream, and Guy Stinson are members of the R. H. A. H. Commission, fRights of Husbands of the American Homel. A very diminutive lady in organdy was Virginia Elliot, the juvenile lead in a play house in New York. She gave me news from New York. Adeline McIntyre is a stylist there and creates all of Virginia's gowns. 26