Port Huron High School - Student Yearbook (Port Huron, MI)

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Honor Roll Students with a standing of 90 or above in all four sub- jects : SENIORS Mildred Carlisle Evelyn Pace Alice Cook Elsie Presspricb Grace Donaldson Quinneth Summers Marguerite May JUNIORS Elmer Chamberlain Florence Fleming Elmer Chadwick Warren Simms Virginia Elliott Helen Barrett Edna Hall Leona Little SOPHOMORES Frances Smith Marian Soutar Beatrice Winn Oliver Han ton Isabel McLaren Marie Maurer Mildred Monzo FRESHMEN Guy Oliver Beatrice Isbister Lloyd Reid Gordon Tappan I shot an arrow into air. It fell to earth, I knew not where, Until the man on whom it fell Came ’round and gave me — the information. Mr. Davis (calling Smith Bros.) — “Have you any extra large bushel baskets?” Alumna — “I hands with.” miss many of the old faces I used to shake 24

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to read how great Caesar was, according to his own commen- taries. No man is really prominent in public affairs until he has been compared to the aforesaid. Chemistry deals with the action of acids and different sub- stances of which the earth is composed, such as the action and appearance of face powder on the human complexion. Why is a bad egg, and several other questions are solved in the chemistry room. These are the essential subjects and the others are placed in the school to fill out the program, but if this outline is prop- erly used there is no doubt that the ones who are going to enter high school will make great progress. —ARTHUR BUCKERIDGE, ’15. “TIMES ARE CHANGED” 1. How well do I remember Those four short years gone by, O11 that morning in September When we entered Port Huron High. 2. We were so small and simple. And also very shy ; And w r e always blushed so deeply W hen a Senior passed us by. 3. But now you see those times have passed When we obeyed such rules. And as we are the Senior Class Of course we run the school. — A Senior. A well dressed lady rushed up to a clerk in a household goods department store and, without waiting for the clerk to speak, exclaimed: “Give me a mouse trap quickly, please. I want to catch a train.” 23

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The Christmas Ship How many of us need a description of the real genuine feeling of Christmas? Very few, for we have all realized that calm spirit of contentment, the love of simply being alive with tingling fingers and conscious toes, with a heart that responds to the feeling which rises in the throat when the full meaning of Christmas presents itself plainly to the mind. Far away, somewhere in war-stricken Europe, a great many were ex- periencing this feeling in its completest form, for thoughts of their universal Saviour brought the greatest balm to the many deep wounds inflicted by the ghastly conflict existing but a few miles away. It was only about two weeks before Christmas and ideal Christmas weather had already set in, somewhat snappy and thrilling, cloudy over head with a steady flurry of snow cov- ering the streets with a downy covering of white fluff which clung to the feet of the passerby and held fast to the coats and hoods of every one, making them look like snowbirds, while the soft pattering of the flakes on the faces made them glow and color up like the rosy side of a juicy apple. With the coming of the snowflakes, the spirit of war, so deeply imbed- ded in the crevices of their hearts was silenced and superseded by the soul-strengthening and vivifying spirit of Christmas, coming but once a year to make us feel the worth of living by eliminating our sorrows and troubles for a short time, at least. Before a gayly decorated Christmas window two little mites were standing hand in hand, their rosy, dampened noses pressed up tightly against the steaming window, while the wide open merry blue eyes contemplated the store of interest- ing play things displayed. “Oh, Jenny, don’t you wish Santa Claus would bring us that big horse there in the corner by the soldiers and cannon? 25