Southwestern High School - Prospector Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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THE VALEDICTGRY By CHRISTINE IYIARKOUL There comes a time in the life of every one of us when we are called to do some task that seems too difficult for us. After we think it over, however, we find that it becomes a bit easier as we thrash it out in our mind. So I felt about the task of bidding farewell to you today. When I considered that others had done it before me, I decided that per- haps it was not as perplexing as it had first appeared to be. Today marks one of our final meetings as a class. We are glad to have completed the past four years successfully, but our happiness is tinged with sorrow. We shall miss the friends we have made, we shall often remember the delightful times we had while we were here. This familiar building has been our foster home for four years: it is with genuine regret that we must say farewell to Southwestern. Perhaps a few of us feel that now that school is over, we are free from our biggest burdeng but our problems really begin after we are graduated. The world is a stricter school than any we have attended before. The responsibilities are great, and a high degree of efficiency is required to pass the examinations in lifels school. It is true that the way will not be easy, but we must not be discouraged. The oppor- tunities in our country are greater than those offered in any other country in the world. We have the chance to choose our own careerg we have the right to think, speak, and write as we please. Many nations across the ocean are at war, many people are enslaved under the rule of dictators. Surely we have a greater future ahead of us than have the youth of those countries. Our school days have been the formative ones of our life, those in which we have been laying the foundations for our character and preparing ourselves for the career that we have selected. When we leave these familiar halls, let us remember that we have an opportunity to make a success of our lives. Let us face the future bravely and hopefully, with the idea in mind of making the world a better place because we have lived in it. A S A L U TAT O R Y TO OUR PARENTS AND TEACHERS By ORNELLA DA VINCHIE Parents and Faculty Members: A great honor has been conferred upon mefthat of speaking the words that will bid you welcome today. Our lives from now on depend in a large measure upon the foundations we have been building during our high school years. Because we are citizens of the greatest republic in the world, you, our parents and teachers, have taught us to feel it our duty to stress citizen- ship in our foundations. What is citizenship? Each of us has his own definition. Lincoln defined it as that highest and best love of country, that has the nation's purest and noblest good at heartff You, as teachers and parents, have fully realized that the strongest asset of the nation is good citizenship, and for that reason you have put forth every effort within your power to teach us its principles. You taught us that as worthy citizens we should accept responsibil- ities, meet disappointment and sorrow standing up, take the bitter with the sweet, and ex- pect from life only what we put into it. Because of your untiring patience in teaching us these things, we owe to you our undying gratitude. We trust that in the years to come we may demonstrate to your satisfaction, as well as to our own, that your teachings have not been in vain. A SALUTATORY TO MY CLASS By HELEN GREGOSKY Classmates and Friends: Each semester a student is given the honor of extending a welcome to the senior class day exercises. This semester I have the privilege of sharing this honor, and it is with joy mingled with sorrow that I do so. For four years fate has kept us together, harbored by the walls of Southwestern. In these four happy years, spent among our friends, we have learned many things that will help us to cope with the world and its problems. Now fate has opened the gates leading to the world, and we must go our separate ways. As we look down the path singled out for each of us, we see that it is a rough and a steep one, but at the end there is a light. That light is the goal for which we must fight. Yes, we must go into the battle, but not unarmed. For if we are losing South- western, we are receiving something in return, and that is our future. Education is our weapon against the world and its obstacles. Let us then take this foundation and treasure it. Let us build upon it our life, and let us try to make that life worthy of the foundation.

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THE PRESIDENTS ADDRESS By IJONALD STUDT Members of the faculty, classmates, and friends: The day we have so long awaited is now at hand. For years we, the Class of june, 1940, have watched other seniors on their day of graduation, with faces happy, but sad. Many of us have asked what room there can be for sadness on this day of days. But now, on our Class Day, as we look around at the faces, many that we may never see again, we can understand the sad note that creeps into this day of festivities. But let us look on the bright side. We have before us a world full of opportunities for everyone. In my mind, l compare our future with the writing of a letter. The heading is our education here. No letter can be well written without a proper heading. The close is death, the final destiny of every living thing. But it is the body of the letter that concerns us now. There are many things we can write about, but when we have selected our sub- ject, then the actual letter begins. Every sentence should be directly related to that subject. So it is in life. After graduation we search for a job, one we like. We devote all our time and effort to succeed- ing in this position. We need not exploit our accomplishments, if they are worthy of recognition, just as precious documents are preserved, so will our deeds be recorded in the minds and hearts of men. I am sure I speak for my classmates when I express our deepest gratitude to our parents for their sacrifice and encouragement, and to our teachers for their patience and understanding of the problems that beset us. Our sponsors, Miss Ackerman and Mr. Decker, deserve a very special note of thanks for their sympathy and willingness in helping us achieve our goal. And now the final note comes. Let me express my sincerest appreciation to you, my classmates, for your coop- eration and the spirit in which you helped bring about this day. Serving as your president is the greatest honor ever bestowed upon me. And now, though I must say farewell, it is my earnest wish that somewhere, sometime in the future we may all meet again. HTWICE -TOLD TALES By LENA AIALYUREK and GEORGE D12 Axoizus We camefwe saw--we conquered. Those words we can now utter after four short years of searching for the supreme moment. After our rather bewildered entrance into our future alma mater, we wondered what it was all about as we rushed to roorns we could not find. In the end, as you remember, we were almost always late! Certainly we did not like the name 'fFreshie, but the year 1937 saw us lift our heads higher as we called our- selves sophomores. We put our feet down and dug hard as we slowly began to work our way out into the open. We were quite proud to step into the junior class in 1938, under the efficient guidance of Mrs. Goodrich, Miss Tucker, Mrs. Baker, Miss Clifford, Mr. Chynoweth, Mr. Stone, Mr. Decker, and Mr. Wixson. They were helpful and interesting companions. Especially significant was the 11A dance we so successfully carried out. In our 12B term, we began to prepare for the great day when we would be dubbed seniors. Our class was hon- ored by the selection of Doris B. Smith, Wanda Janice, Urnella Da Vinchie, Bruna Todesco, Florence Ratush, Helen Sudar, Betty Boughton, Lois Bonk, George Moushegian, George De Angelis, Paul Gordon, and Don Studt into the National Honor Society. Vl'ith the help of Miss Ackerman, Miss Clifford, Mrs. Baker, and Mr. Decker, we were able to gain recognition as a promising senior group. As a step towards our financial security, we sold candy at the football games. Thus we established our new 12A treasury. The awaited day arrived when we took our fourth step-the one into the envied senior class. As our leaders, we I elected Don Studt, lresidentg Doris Smith, Vice-President: Shirley Bening, Secretary: and joe Nemeth, Treasurer. Notable in the field of sports were Richard Morgan, Joe Nenieth, Archie Noorian, Stanley llirkovic, John Sar- bian, Don Studt, Al Toth, john Weiszer, George Yaczik, john Yaczik, George De Angelis, Maurice De Lisle, Stanley Doroshevich, Robert Franklin, and Robert Hanlon. Don Studt was placed on all-city baseball and football teams. Girls outstanding in sports were Elvira Barkovits, Pat Giragosian, Betty Leaman, and Elaine Lister. Senior mixers and the senior play were supported faithfully by the seniors and their friends, so that success was Complete. Today our last step has been taken. With hearts full and eyes shining. we are embarking on the final road towards the goal that should make our lives happy and rich. Though the road may be rough, we will try to overcome all obstacles in our search for that which our dear old Alma Mater has so honorably prepared us. Page Eiglzfeen

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Pag FROM US TO YOU By STELLA BRODA I, Donald Studt, hereby will bequeath to Pete Rolando my ladder of success. We, Charles Oddo, Philip Sameck, and Robert Allen, hereby will and bequeath our senior dreams We, Steve Masley, Steve Laszlo, and Albert Bolla, hereby will and bequeath our positions as anybody who wants them. We, Milton and Elmer Ricketts, hereby will and bequeath our limousines to William Peterson. We, Robert Masuch, Frank Macuga, and Guy Brandt, hereby will and bequeath our positions as to Bob Sebes. We, Edwin Wloszek, Adolph Romanauski, and Charles Capen, hereby will and bequeath our straws to Daniel Perry. We, Martin Pritula, Jay Robertson, and jack Carter, hereby will and bequeath one package of gum to Maynard Pepin. We, Edward Kovach, George Kraske, and Vincent Cuzzocrea, hereby will and bequeath to Bill Penzes all rail- road ties lying on the school grounds. We, Gene Koziol, Stanley Pirkovic, and James Darin, hereby will and bequeath our positions as manager oi Kokomo Kounty to Dominic Zaguroli. We, Paul Baronian and George Moushegian, hereby will and bequeath to Louis Argenian our book reports for English. We, James Wolf, Louis Begin, and Kenneth Kaisch, hereby will and bequeath Hour three little pigs Bute to james Hammond, Oscar Kovacich, and Roland Kaminske. We, Warren Fox and Louis Simon, hereby will and bequeath our foxiness to George Ditzhazy and Steve Allic. We, Elmer Horvath, Aldo Dipre, and joseph Soltesz, hereby will and bequeath our ability to sit still without moving to Louis Malone. We, Chester Nowakowski and Charles Tocco, hereby will and bequeath our knotless ties to james St. Holmes. We, Jerrit Opoian and Donald Weir, hereby will and bequeath our beards to Lyman Stoodley and Don Annette. We, Carl Moore, joe Staron, and Bill Dunkel, hereby will and bequeath to John Moerlines and John Tanciar our ability to sneak in at dances. We, John Yaczik and Stuart Ross, hereby will and bequeath our perfect comb to james Noel and Alvin Neu- bacher. We, Herbert Gauderer and Bill Stinson, hereby will and bequeath our good will to Frank Diedrich. We, Steve Suyak, Steve Haydu, and Leonard Dalley, hereby will and bequeath our resemblance to Y ahooti to Rae Munroe and Paul Nagy. We, Richard Leutze and Melvin Charette, hereby will and bequeath to Louis Short and Kenneth Shirtz our ex- cess height. We, Rene Belaen, Robert Hanlon, and Bill Evans, hereby will and bequeath to Edward Peartree and Thomp- son Ferrans our huge fruit stand. We, Bill Bebeau, Orman Brooks, Edward Mugerdichian, and Walter Lazar, hereby will and bequeath our water wings to Gordon Burke and Douglas Hetterley. We, Andy Torok, Steve Such, and Paul Drobot, hereby will and bequeath our ticket salesman routes to Elmer Anderson. We, Henry Piccioni, Gideon Dakisian, and V askin Enokian, hereby will and bequeath our Egyptian dictionary to Albert Grosel. We, Frank Staron, Frank Mauradian, and Ellis Fryer, hereby will and bequeath to James Ferguson and james Pascarella our positions as chief flagpole sitters. We, Albert Toth, joe Bari, and Garland Hale, hereby will and bequeath our hunting licenses to joseph Huddy. We, Edward Toth, Melvin Koch, and Russell Holtz, hereby will and bequeath our Latin accents to Henry Ster- nisha and Louis Gyetvay. We, joe Szostek and Robert Horton, hereby will and bequeath to Gaspar Papp our far away looks. We, Bernard Gurney, Varton Borugian and Harry Kezelian, hereby will and bequeath our senior howls to George Kurzyniec. We, Paul Gordon, Alex Mohammed, and George Linck, hereby will and bequeath to Mike Deak our rocket ships. We, Arthur Arevigian, Franklin Heft, and Fino Morri, hereby will and bequeath to Phillip Kehetian our crochet to Henry Vargo. census takers to morning heralds colored drinking needles. We, Morell Hubbard, Frank Staron, and George Rabin, hereby will and bequeath to Harold Diedrich our sky- hooks. We, Edward Himmler, john Gargol, and joe Ressler, hereby will and bequeath our ability to hide behind an 8 ball to Roy Hildebrandt and Alvin MacNeil. We, Jack Irmscher, john Dziuba, and Lex Judd, hereby will and bequeath our ability to be noisy in class to Ru- dolph Koss and Michael Fodor. We, Robert Kochevar, Steve Savedes, and Leslie Pearson, hereby will and bequeath our love for bubble gum to Richard House. We, Robert Nicolai and Bill Mays, hereby will and bequeath our bashfulness to Theodore Lada and Tony Foresi. We, Robert Piper, Richard Morgan, and Richard Darling, hereby will and bequeath our growing feather busi- ness to Louis Nagy and Joe Veres. We, James Uren, Richard Vartanian, and Maurice De Lisle, hereby will and bequeath to Harold Neubacher and Frank Rice our sour piccolo notes. We, Ted Zaremba, joseph Bock, and Richard Bolton, hereby will and bequeath our old tardy excuses to Frank Palamar and John VVelch. We, Robert Hanlon, George De Angelis, and Charles Koss, hereby will and bequeath our swamp boots to James Downes and james Shannon. e Twenty