Southwestern High School - Prospector Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Page Twvllfy-ilzrfe THE SO U'WES TER hard and clean. It matters not how big an opposition we are up against. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, has for a long time been -Nordstrum's slogan. That classmates, is the spirit of Nordstrumf' This thought is expressed in the lines of our school song. Whether in class or in ball game, Whether we lose or win, In field or in hall We will echo thy call, Nordstrum, of thee we sing. And as we, classmates, leave these duties to take up others, let us take the nev- er say die spirit with us and in everything we do put all the pep in it that we possibly can, just as if we were doing it for Nordstrum. Remember that When the one Great Scorer comes To write against your name, He writes not that you lost or won, But how you played the game. Before I close there are two things I wish to say. To Miss Thomas and Mr. Wixon, our faculty advisors, I wish to express in behalf of the class sincere grati- tude for your help in directing the largest and one of the best classes that has ever graduated from Nordstrum. To you juniors who are about to take up the task which we lay down, we leave the honor of Nordstrum. Take it, guard it, that you in turn may hand it down unblemished and bright. And now, dear classmates, the time has arrived when we must take leave of Nordstrum. The third lap of our race is done. The future calls. Another lap of our race is begun. Run it classmates, as you have the last, and success will be yours. Again the future beckons you. God speed you and farewell. N. WI LLOUGI-IBY F LAI-IERTY. He laughed and lost, yet in that losing found Vict'ry-thru defeat more brightly crowned. Who laughs at losses greater vict'ry gains W Than he who wins and waxes proud and vain. -B. E. M. Spring Fever Say, when a feller's out o' luck, You get down in the dumps and there get stuck And everything seems to take yer pluck- Ain't it awful? You go around with a woe-begone face And yuh ain't on time at a single place, Yet time goes on with a snail-like pace- Ain't it awful? Then a teacher or preacher tells yuh how Y'ought to brace up and not allow Yourself to get down so far-somehow It's awful. Then you start to long for the world without, For a great deep hole and a two pound trout- And you wake from your dream in class with a shout! Ain't it awful? -BERYI. E. MILFORD.

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TIIE 5oU'WE.s'TER -Qggggggg-iw, President's Valedictory Address Friends and Classmates-We may view life as a great race, and like all great races, it is run in a series of laps. We are the contestants. Many of us drop out after the first, second, or third lap, or even on the home stretch. The others, among whom we are numbered, continue, some lagging behind, some forging ahead until the tape is broken and with it the thread of human existence. ' We, classmates, have almost finished the third lap. The first one was completed with our entering the kindergarten of our respective grade schools-the second with our entrance to high school and now we are drawing near the end of the third. This one, classmates, will in all probability mean more than any other in our race. Some of us may not continue the fourth lap, that is for the future to decide. We have, however, many things in this last lap on which we can look back and for which we are thankful. We have received excellent training at the hands of our trainers-the faculty. After all it is the training which counts in the long run. The runner without training does indeed find himself in a bad plight as the race goes on. It is only with difficulty that he is able to stay in the race after the first or second lap. Should we go on in the race of life without training we should find the same difficulty. Let us not forget the factors in the obtaining of this training. Perhaps the question arises-What element in the school has been most effective? Was it the building which for so many years sheltered us within its doors? Was it the unexcelled service which has kept us both comfortable and contented all these years? Was it our faculty, ever ready with willing hand which has helped more thanuone Nordstrumite over that granite wall-Difficulty? We feel confident that the school spirit has been the greatest factor in making Nordstrum our school. But what has made this spirit? Not to any one. but to all of these I have mentioned, the building, the service and the faculty, do we owe the A'Spirit of Nordstrumf' Classmates, as we leave the hospitable doors of dear old Nordstrum, we spread out into a human fan. Some of us will go on to college, others will enter various other fields of endeavor. But whatever path of life we tread let us remember the spirit of Nordstrum. We who have taken part in or supported activities for her honor know what it means to be fighting not for one's self, but for our school. Firsthlet us look to Nordstrum. It is our school. No matter how many years may elapse after we pass through her welcome doors, we can look back to Nordstrum as our Alma Mater. Our school, yes! Uur school forever. College may claim us, other schools may enter our names on their rolls. But always will old Nordstrum stand out, as the school we love. For two consecutive years Nordstrum's football team has not only failed to win a game, but has even failed with one or two exceptions to cross their opponents' goal line. Even with this fact staring them in the face that team went into every game, royally supported by the student body, and played as if the championship rested on it. It is remarkable that such a spirit was not broken, and I think friends, the real solution of this extraordinary state of affairs is found in the fact that we have something that I will venture to say that no larger school has in such a measure, and that is fellowship. Good fellowship and school spirit go hand in hand. I t has always been so at Nordstrum. Sometimes they have lain dormant but always at the call they spring to life and come on with renewed strength. Whether on the platform in a debate or in a base-ball, foot-ball, or basket-ball game the old spirit prevails. It matters little whether we lose or win if the fight is

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THE SOU'WES,TER Page Twenly-four Class Prophecy Calcutta, India. April 21, 1938. My dearest Ethel: Well, here I am in India for a long two months and I haven't heard a word from you. You are the same thoughtless girl that you were before your marriage to jimmy. And speaking ofjimmy, how is he, and junior, and the cute little happy home that you have, and that you had planned for when you were a girl? I have had the most thrilling adventure that I ever had in all my born days. I will tell you about it. The other day I was out in an Indian settlement and who should I come across but Myrtle Garratt of the june class of 1921 at Nordstrum! She was teaching the Indian children at a Sunday School. She was so surprised to see me again. After she was through for the day, she said that she would take me around to see a little I-Iindoo magic. We called for little Frances judge, who is Myrtle's companion in India. Really, Frances has outgrown her bashfulness remarkably. She mixes with the natives as if she had never known a bashful feeling in her life. I could hardly imagine her doing that kind of work. Well, we went to the Hindoo man who, after knowing that I was a friend of the missionaries, told me that I was to have the privilege of looking into his crystal ball and I could wish. As the girls brought back old memories of school, I asked that I might be able to see just what all my classmates were doing at the present moment. I gazed into the ball, which was rather clouded at that moment. Pres- ently it cleared enough to make out the picture which was before my eyes, which was Elizabeth Bero. She was seen sitting at a desk which was marked Editor-in- Chief. On her desk was a magazine called, The Woman's Magazine. She was studying the cover design of the next issue of the Magazine. So her wish haS come true. She really is the editor of a magazine. The next picture which presented itself to my view was that of Edwin Arm- strong, that nice looking, big fellow who was the president of Roosevelt House at school. I-le was in the luxurious office of a large bank building. A bank president! I always thought Edwin would do something big. This vision faded, and in its place, came that of a theater in New York in which there were many beautifully dressed people. They were to hear a very popular prima donna, Margaret Black! I was astonished, but I remember that she used to sing very sweetly. The picture of the theater did not fade and when Margaret finished her song, and after much applause, Robert Kaylor came upon the stage. His act was announced as the famous Baron Kaylor, the World's Greatest Bass Singer. I-Ie also received a great deal of applause. When this faded I saw the picture of a beach, which I recognized as Palm Beach. Inacrowd of people on the beach was Viola Currie, the girl who used to go to Florida with her father. She seemed to be enjoying herself so much and she looked so pretty in her smart clothes, that I quite envied her good luck. After this picture, came that of a conservatory of music. There were several small children in one of the rooms where Gretchen Dinger was teaching them the mysteries of the violin. She looked so happy at her chosen profession that I didn't like to leave the picture, but as the time was going quickly I had to wish to see another one. When I looked again, I saw Ralph Barbier, Private Secretary of Mr. Edsel Ford. When I thought of the valor with which he stuck to his shorthand class among all the girls, I thought that he certainly deserved the fine position he held. The next picture was that of Edward Budnik, head of large tailoring estab- lishment. I was astonished to think that Ed would follow his father's footsteps. Ethel, did you think he would? The next scene was that of a large film corporation. There was a certain scene being taken in a large picture drama. The heroine was Marion Denton and the hero was Zoltan Deak. I was quite thrilled to think that two members of the