Roosevelt High School - Echo Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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IN APPRECIATION In the 1932 Hillcrest, it seems appropriate to make some slight recognition of the many courtesies extended by alumni friends to the Roosevelt School. On the library reference shelves o11e may End that store of boundless knowledge, the En- cyclopedia Iirittanica, a gift of the class of 1929. There, too, in a prominent place, stands the bronze bust of Theodore Roosevelt, on its pedestal, the stamp of the succeeding class. The long third-Hoor corridor gives evide11ce that this same class were not possessed of but a. single thought. The picture Castles in Spain, graces the south wall where all may see-blue sky, blue water, and ancient brown turrets with red-tiled villages below. At the opposite end is Pine Cove -more blue sky and blue water. but the trees are taller, the clouds are whiter, and there are golden sands and tropical shadows beside. Yet another acknowledgement is clue this class: we are in- debted to them for the cover design of this Hillcrest. Much might be said of the most recent alumni of the school. Cognizant of the value of finan- cial assistance in a year of stress, they contrib- uted fifty dollars to this Hillcrest, and forty dollars to the maintenance of the Rough Rider. We trust that the excellence of this book may show in some small measure the depth of our appreciation.

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PREHISTORIC AGE Man lived in caves, and animals, large and small, harmful and harm- less, roamed the vast areas of land. Among the rocks and wild shrubbery neither man nor beast knew what dangers lurked. To make safety more certain, animals went in groups to the river to drink. For t-he same reason men lived together. In the distance animals seemed to fade away into the rocks, and rocks often took the form of wild life. At those lands and lives of yesterday, so entranced by the beauties of nature, we still look back with eyes of awe and reverence. -Dorothy Spike. Eight