St Clair High School - Clairvoyant Yearbook (St Clair, MI)

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for nearly a week I ran across Elfledia Pluddeman one Sunday morning. She is also at home. No, she isn’t married, but she is a Sunday School teacher. I inquired about her sister Gertrude, she is married and living on a large farm near Marysville. 1 remember very distinctly, when I was going to high school, what a stir Marysville caused then. I went up there one day, and while driving past C. H. Will’s home, 1 noticed a young lady coming out of the house, it was Hildegarde Watson. I stopped and she told me that she was now a social secretary to Mr. Wills. I was tell- ing her of some of our old friends that I had met and Hil- degarde told me that Justin Munger was a member of the Detroit Symphony orchestra, also that Russel Mortinger had become one of the greatest poets that Michigan had ever known. In a few days, I learned that Louis Werner had left St. Clair to live on an experimental farm near Lansing in connection with the M. A. C. As I was reading the St. Clair Republican I happened to read a passage which stat- ed that Rosamond Yeip had closed her country school for the summer vacation. This reminded me that my own vacation was nearly ended, so I prepared to go back to New York. I left home on June, 14th, and just as the train was leaving Buffalo who should I see but Hugh Hart. He was on his way to West Point, and was now a commanding officer there. I spoke to him about having seen so manv of the old classmates during the last few months, and he informed me that Aileen Wolvin was a very noted artist in New York. Aileen always was trying to draw pictures during class time. Now that I am back to work, it seems rather hard after such a wonderful vacation, but, well — What’s that noise? — Eight o’clock!!! Bells ringing!! Time for school?? Oh! I have been dreaming, and it is nearly Commencement Week. !!! What a future for the class of 1922!! —CECELIA ZIMMER-’22.

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at all, Marjorie Muhlitner. The next day Marjorie and I went in swimming together, and it was then that she told me that she was a science instructor in one of Cali- fornia’s largest colleges. The next day I left San Francisco on the Central Pa- cific. On the way to Chicago, a gentleman came walking down the aisle of the coach and took a seat just opposite me. He appeared to be a traveling salesman. He seemed to recognize me first. It was Lawrence Burkhart. He told me that he was an agent for the Atlantic Pacific Tea Co. I was telling him of some of the old friends that I had seen, and he told me that Joe Ebert had been admitted to the bar, and was a Colorado lawyer. As our conver- sation led on I asked him if he knew where Lawrence Powers was. ell, he happened to know. Lawrence was a doctor and was practicing in Springfield, Mass. Just like Lawrence, he was always so svmpathic toward other people. As the train pulled into the station in Chicago, I heard a band approaching, as it drew near I found that it was Sousa’s. In glancing at the various members I recogniz- ed one, who was playing a saxophone, it was Lawrence Autterson. The next dav I went to see one of the big baseball games between Detroit and Chicago. Before entering the ball grounds I bought a Chicago Times. As I had about fifteen minutes before the game, I glanced over the line-up for the day and to my great surprise T found a name which was very familiar to me — Gordon Pearce, the second Babe Ruth. 1 hat evening before leaving Chicago I went to a musical comedy. Having bought the ticket, and was being ushered to the seat, I nearly bumped into a tall gentleman who was coming out of the vestibule. Such a narrow es- cape caused both of us to stop, and I beheld another high school friend, Walter Muhlitner, and he a musical comedy director. Back to Michigan, I couldn’t make good connections with the trains, so I had to idle wav about two hours in Detroit before leaving for St. Clair. I was wandering around, and just thinking if it would be possible to see anyone that I knew, when I met a ladv coming out of Hudson’s department store. I knew her, it was Alva Buggee. She Is married and living in Detroit. In my old home town at last. How changed it seemed. 1 wondered if any of the high school friends were still at home. I happened to meet Alice Brines one dav. She is now a primary teacher, and living at home. Being here

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Class History N the fall of 1918, at the beginning of the school year, a company of fifty boys and girls joined the army and entered upon a campaign of educa- tion in the old St. Clair high school. When the general gazed over our ranks he pronounc- ed us as a fine bunch of rookies. Army life was new to a few of our members but it didn ' t take them long to get accustomed to the rules and methods of procedure. After the enroll- ing process was over everyone buckled down to hard work. Soon a class meeting was called. After much wrang- ling, Frederick Gliem was commissioned as Captain. He had much tact and proved a faithful leader. In November of that year, the recruits of one year’s experience entertained us at a party. This being our first party we certainly shall never forget it. On Wash- ington’s birthday, thinking it a proper time, we returned the honor. It was given in the city hall, which was dec- orated in accordance with the day. George Washington favors were distributed and displayed in a grand review of the ranks . In the army athletics of that year two boys from our ranks played on the foot-ball team and three girls on the basket-ball team. Owing to the epidemic of influenza our term of service was shortened by frequent furloughs and some of our members were under quarantine. The days of service passed qu ickly and soon June came. After a two months furlough we joined our company in September. We were now promoted to the rank of second year recruits. Puffed up by this first promotion we commenced a year of new campaigning. When the roll call was taken it was found that ten members failed to appear. At a class meeting new officers were chosen. Edward Chase being commissioned captain for the year. This Year, as before several members proved themselves useful in winning honors for our army in foot-ball, base- ball, basket-ball and track. The epidemic of influenza appeared again and our army surgeon pronounced the words, ‘‘Schools Closed,” another furlough over which no tears were shed. It now became our turn to entertain our rookie friends as we had been in our first year of service. We did so by giving