Southwestern High School - Prospector Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Being clairvoya-nt, our p r o p h. e t has foreseen g r e a t success for the most brilliant Seniors. Many of the underclass- men are doubtful of our seer's ability, but-well, time will tell. Right under this was an- other article which caught my eye. It stated that An- drew Papp, Kenneth Beck- ett, Miss Hull, and Geral- dine Knaggs, famous movie celebrities, were leaving for Europe. At the side of this column was a picture of the captain of the boat, Hayes Johnson, and his first mate, John Kenyeres, greeting the actors as they em- barked. In the corner of the picture was the signature of Steven Dallos, the famous photographer. As I glanced through the society column, I read that Juanita Millsap was engaged to Michael Varga, famous million- aire collar-button manufacturer. Ithen turned to the sport page. I saw that the United States Olympic team, headed by Whitie Miller, the famous weight man, had a big chance against the Hun- garian team led by the red-headed streak, Knight. The Davis Cup tennis team had won the championship. This team included Margaret Shopkin, Adeline LaJoie, Dor- othy Frahm, and Helen Townsend. They had easily defeated the French team headed by the ace, Irene Rosensweig. My reading was cut short by John an- nouncing my station. When I stepped off the train, I saw little Milton Silverman and Emily Romberger fight- ing to see who would sell an apple to Laura Crawford, a famous evangelist, who was making a trip to the Canary Islands. I entered the bus and right up above I saw a big sign S1000.00 reward for the capture of Ed. Kurzat- kowski and Alex Vargo, convicted of stealing air out of a tire. On our way to town, I overheard one man tell an- other about a big social affair they were having in the town hall. Edward Coulson, the famous author of The Swedish Lover , was to be the main speaker. They were also to have speeches from Otto Marotz, famous artist 3 Elva Strong and Lois Windmueller, scientistsg Agnes Schuelke, pianistg and their beloved Mayor, Lil- lian Siegel, who was to present Hester Wood and her troop of girl scouts a prize for the service to the town. I sighed and leaned back in the seat. What a day! I had seen or heard of all my old classmates. It did my poor heart good and brought back memories of the past. Slowly I fell asleep. Classmates, this is just another of my humorous prophesies. Your accomplishments I know will far ex- ceed anything I could predict for you. With our class moto, Conquering and still to con- quer , ever before us and the old Southwestern fighting spirit, I am sure we cannot fail. Class Day Program President's Address ,.,., .,....,....,,..,.,.... D ale DeWitt Presentation of Pick .,,...............,..... Gerald Krause Acceptance of Pick ,.,...... .....,,.., S lyvia Zimmerman Presentation of Spade ...... .,.,...... L eonora Corsini Acceptance of Spade ....,. , ,...... Albert Beauvais Valedictory Address ...., ., .....,.,.... Lillian Siegel Class History. ,,.,.,........ ....... E dward Budnik Class Will., I ..,., . ..... ....,.,... A nna Miglin Class Prophecy ...,...,.......,. ......,,.......... L yle Jannisse Poem ......... ........ ...,...., ......,..........,....., J u l ia Bennett CLASS MOTTO: Conquering and Still to Conquer. CLASS COLORS: Lavender and Pink. CLASS FLOWER: Sweet Pea. The Class of '28 By Julia Bennett Now our high school days are over And our victory is wong But the parting comes with sadness, For our journey now is done. Many times the road's been stony, And the pathway hard to treadg But it's been a pleasant journey, For the sun shone overhead. Now, alas, our pathways severg We have reached the forking road Where the paths lead for asunder Into realms of strange abode. Each road leads us to the future, Filled with wealth unseen, untold. May the way of each be sunny And to each the best unfold. As we travel Life's great highway, And with smiles accept our fate, We'll ne'er forget our schoolmates Of the class of twenty-eight. So we'll turn out footsteps backward To the happy days of old, When we studied back in high school 'Neath the dear old Blue and Gold. lContinued from Page Thirteenl I, Clarence Wissman, do will and bequeath to Amphion Sheldon my promptness in handing in daily exercises. I, Grace Kirchoff, do will and bequeath to June Rust my ability to get 100 per cent on exams. I, Alex Vargo, do will and bequeath to John Witt my much-used Ford, hoping that he can keep on the road. I, Norma Heddle, do will and bequeath to Arlene Mc- Millan my captaincy in hockey, on condition that she doesn't break as many sticks, or hearts, as I did. I, Karl Wagner, do will and bequeath to Herbert Waring and Karl Wissman my numerous conspicuous sweaters and slip-overs. I, Fern Johnson, do will and bequeath to Rose Snider- man my ambition to become a famous star in the movies. I, Steve Dallas, do will and bequeath to William Yuhas my outrageous boldness. I, Ruby Johnson, do will and bequeath to Eleanor Died- rich my popularity with all of my instructors. I, Ethel Kendy, do will and bequeath to Elsie Moeller the good looks which enable me to find a job. I, Wilbur Wagner, do will and bequeath to Walter Behnke my watchful attitude in class-that of watching the clock. I, Geraldine Knaggs, do will and bequeath to Mildred Ray my ability to inspire young men to poetical dreams. This will has been witnessed this day, May 28, 1928, in the presence of G. W. MURDOCH. MATILDA ANDERSON, NoEL E. CRAIG, Page Fifteen

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We Sem'ors can now face the great wide world where our dignity will help as not, but oar firm will-power will give us the impetus to sail our ships safely into the har- bors of success. A GLANCE INTO THE FUTURE By LYLE JANNISSE '4Such is the life of a trav- eling salesman, I mum- bled as I hailed a taxi for the station. As the yellow carry-all approached, whom should I recognize behind the wheel but Russell Reck- wald. On the way to the station, he told me that he and Stephen Martin, who had been in the navy for eight years, were the champion boxers of their respective weights. Stephen went under the name of Battling Stevenski and Russ, Kid Reckemf' I inquired why they left the Navy. He said that they married Grace Kirchoff and Velma Riopelle and were now living happily on Hast- ings Boulevard. He also added that they did all their buy- ing at Bagozzi's grocery store. Clare is now a big busi- ness woman. When I arrived at the station, six bellhops dashed for my suitcase. It looked as if I were going to be killed in the rush. They finally slowed down and I saw that they were Norman Koch, Clarence Wieland, James Magadini, Edward Heldt, Edwin Zielke, and Clarence Wissman. I settled the argument by letting all six of them carry my grip. I thought maybe it would be too big a load for one of the little fellows to carry alone. I tipped each of them a cent. Noticing I had thirty minutes to wait for the train, I wandered about the station. Due to force of habit I roamed into a lunch emporium. After waiting fifteen minutes for service, I happened to glance under the counter, and, to my surprise, I saw Al Pugno and Clate Brechin, wrapped in aprons, sound asleep. From then on I believed in the old adage that habits formed in school could never be broken. As I turned away from the counter, I saw a big crowd collected around a doorway over which hung a sign, Beauty Par- lor. In my inquisitive way I went over to see what it was all about. What a shock I received! There, on a platform, Arthur Plots, now a famous French beauty ex- pert, was introducing Professor Ebeling. From the intro- duction, I learned Fred had found a marvelous formula for growing hair. At last his ambition is realized, I thought, as I saw his long curly hair and his little mus- tache. In the audience were many beauty experts, such as Edna Rebert, who now had become pleasingly plump, Grace McLean, Dot Quandt, and Aggie Radcliffe. When I turned away, whom should I see coming across the floor but Ruby and Fern Johnson, dressed in old house aprons, carrying mops and pails. Bringing up the rear was Lenora Behm, wearing a beautiful dust cap and shouldering a broom. Just as I was going over to speak to them, something boomed out like a peal of thunder. My fears were soon quieted, however, as I saw the figure of Clarence Sloan announcing the trains. On my way to the car I saw Tom Naubert and Eugene Rose selling crowbars, with which to open the Pullman windows. I always did say those boys had good busi- ness heads. Ann Zorvan was buying a dozen of them. She passed a remark about running out of rolling pins. Here's hoping her husband has a hard head. I had just settled in my seat when I heard a familiar voice shout, Peanuts, popcorn, chew-gum, chew gum. Looking up, I recognized the owner of the voice as Eddie Budnik. He told me that he had just had a fight with Gladys Meinzinger. She ate all his candy and then told him to charge it to Santa Claus. I felt sorry for Eddie Page Fourteen because Gladys is a strong woman in Florence Dubke's famous circus. After the train had started, John Kuhr came wobbling down the aisle asking for tickets, in his good old Irish brogue. He sat down and talked to me for a long time. He told me that Harold Gloyd and Kenny Townsend were in an insane asylum. Gloyd had gone crazy over fire engines and all he did at the asylum was ride around in a red kiddy-car. Kenny became insane when Regina Singer threw him down. All at once we began to smell an irritating odor in the train and we both began to sneeze. When I turned around to try to find its source, I saw Dale DeWitt and Norma Heddle blowing sneezing powder at each other. I quickly stuck my head out the window for a little fresh air. My glance happened to rest on a lanky figure standing on the engine, holding a net over the smoke- stack. Every minute or so he emptied the net in a basket. I quickly asked John to explain it to me. He told me that the railroad had given Scottie Sands permission to collect cinders that way, because he wanted to build a drive-way for his notorious Ford. I asked John if anyone else I knew worked on the railroad. He told me that George Reske was a section boss and that George Sagatelian, Wilbur Wagner, and Steve Tompos. who had run for president of the Correct English Club and had been defeated, worked under him. He said that Jerry Hallahan was an engineer, Mike Kareha, a fire- man, and that Elizabeth Neff sold popcorn in a big sta- tion in New York. As John had to leave me to collect some tickets, I busied myself looking around the car. There, in one corner, was a big banner, Reform Workers' Society. I saw Peggy Czap dressed in a long black gown, wearing big glasses, with her were Ethel Kendy and Velma Koska. They seemed to be talking and nodding to some one on the other side of the car. When I looked in that direction I had the surprise of my life. There sat Phyllis Wolven, Bernice Miller, and Jerry Saville, with their faces all powder and rouge. Geraldine seemed to be fiirting with a big butter and egg man across the aisle, whom I recognized as Gerald Krause. As I glanced at their suitcases I saw they were from a show company. Just then I saw Kuhr motion for me to follow him. He led me to a private car. We slowly opened the door. I almost dropped dead! Kenny Sansom, sitting in a big easy chair, was telling his private secretary, Julia Ben- nett, what he was going to do in the next golf tourna- ment and how he was going to defeat the new champ, Joe Marvaso. On a little table next to him was a pic- ture of Leonora Corsini. We quietly closed the door. It was still the same old Sansom. I bought a paper from Karl Wagner, the famous red- headed newsboy of the Michigan Central R. R., and set- tled down to read for the rest of my journey. I had no more than picked up the paper when the train came to a grinding stop. I quickly looked to see what was the matter. There, on the track, about three feet in front of the engine, sat Anna Kovacs, Anna Miglin, and Helen Petro, playing Jacks. Soon the track was cleared and the train started. When I resumed my reading, I received another shock. In glaring headlines was- Dettmer follows in the foot- steps of Nancy Miller and turns Hindu. As I read on I saw he had changed his religion, and had gone to India.

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Presentation of Spade By Leonora Corsini Juniors, it has been the privilege of my classmate to present to you the pick which was used to break the ground for our much loved school. I hold in my hands the spade which turned the first sod. This spade was presented to us seniors six months ago. It has been to us a reminder that we must dig deeply into the roots of knowledge if we wished to attain the heights of glory. Now it has grown dear to us, and as we leave, I fear we grow a bit sentimental. Oftentimes we have become discouraged and have felt as though we could end our pursuit of knowledge right then and there, when suddenly and unexpectedly a new attempt would yield some of the riches for which we had been searching. It was through these excavations that we have been able to accumulate the wealth of knowledge which we possess. Many students have taken this spade and started on for a greater education. They started with good inten- tions, but gradually fell by the wayside. In this grad- uating class there are those who started at the begin- ning and who, having overcome all obstacles, have at least reached this great goal. This spade is a challenge to you-it holds forth prom- ises of unknown riches yet to be gleaned from the boundless wealth that still remains untouched. It is yours to decide whether you will accept the challenge it so presents. Therefore, in the name of the class of June, 1928, I present it to you, hoping that you may ever use it wisely. Acceptance of Spade By Albert Beauvais We, the junior class, accept the spade from the senior class with the intention of furthering its tradition. In doing this we will make a better school. Each junior class, upon receiving the pick and spade, has harder work to do than the previous one, because each gradu- ating class is a little better than the one preceding. We will have a hard time measuring up to the standards of the present senior class, but I think we can do it, at least we will try. The Southwestern pick and spade! For what do they stand? They represent Southwestern traditions. How are they used? As a pick breaks up the hard surface, and the spade lifts the fragments into the wagon or storehouse, so in Southwestern, the reasoning power makes the knowledge to be gained accessible, while the memory places it in the brain-learned. The junior class accepts the spade and promises to pre- serve its honor and integrity. May future Southwestern students do the same. Page 'Sixteen Presentation of Pick By Gerald Krause ' In behalf of the successful outgoing seniors, I have the pleasure of presenting to you this pick. For four years this implement has been a standard and an ideal for the seniors to uphold and raise. Now that we are about to leave Southwestern, and go on into the world seeking our fates and fortunes, we hope that we may feel confident that the standard of this pick will be maintained and that the juniors will do all that they can to raise them. You are undertaking a great task. May you meet with more success and glory for the Blue and Gold. Acceptance of Pick By Sylvia Zimmerman Having the opportunity of accepting the pick this eve- ning, we, the juniors, promise faithfully to guard this with more success and glory for the Blue and Gold You, the seniors, have exhibited remarkable grit and verve in your attempt to make this the most successful year. As you have done, so will we likewise do. Our motto shall be, Dig deeper and deeper. With this treasured pick, symbolic of the successful efforts of many loyal seniors, and with an everlasting memory of your accomplishments, we will strive to es- tablish records without parallel in the history of South- western. Before you depart, however, we, the juniors, extend the best of wishes to you seniors and sincerely hope that whatever you undertake will meet with great success. The Goal By Laura Crawford Four years ago came we hither, Some as strangers, most as friends. Four short years we worked together Looking forward to the end. Many hardships, many pleasures Stretched before us on our way, Leading to the day of triumph That is called Commencement day. Soon we'll look into the future, Knowing not what lies before- Realizing not the treasures We are leaving ever more.