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

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1 9 2 3 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii THE CLARION 19 2 3 LOGIC IS LOGIC, THAT ' S ALL I’LL SAY With all apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes Have von heard of the Seniors of today, The class that was formed in such a logical way ; It lasted four whole years to a day, And then — of a sudden it Ah, but stay, I’ll tell you what happened without delay. Worrying the teachers into a fit What they have accomplished with all their wit, Have you ever heard of that, 1 say, Twas nineteen hundred and nineteen. Long skirts at that time were seen, High topped shoes and no bobbed hair; Neither were flappers ever seen there. ’Twas this year of all years in the course of time That this Senior Class before you tonight Started as Freshies all afright. Now in High School I tell you what There is always somewhere a weakest spot In school house, faculty, student or spirit. Find it somewhere — ’twere it Even the Freshies with all their merit. And that’s the reason, beyond a doubt, That a school breaks down, but doesn’t wear out. But the professor swore (as professors do) With a ‘‘By George,” or an “I tell you;” He would build a school to beat the town In the county an’ country round; It should be so built that it couldn’t break down. “For,” says the professor, “’tis might plain “That the weakest place must stand the strain ; “And the way to fix it, as I maintain, is only jest “To make that place as strong as the rest.” So the prof set right in as profs all do And scoured the country for a contractor or two, To see if they could build a school That would stand and stand like a stubborn ol’ mule — Would never move and always stay firm. “Now,” he says, “they’ll have a place in which to learn About history, and physics, and all the rest, — By George, but that’s a cute little nest.” Illlt Page Twenty-eight

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LOGIC IS LOGIC CLASS PROPHECY DAYS AND DEEDS CLASS CREED CLASS WILL

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1 12 3 Hill trunuu T HE CL A R I O N 1 9 2 3 So now he looks for another weak spot, Just a little, but still ' tis a blot On a nice clean record of a perfect school To have in it one weak tool. And then, too, as I said before, The strain comes on the weakest score. The professor looks around him a bit To find a faculty that would just fit This high position in his perfect school, And, as you see, in picking them out He was not a fool. Now, to strengthen the other weak spot, The students, such an unruly lot, He looked them o ' er — glanced down the list To see if there were any he ' d missed. Counting the number of students he had, Now, on the whole, they ' re not so bad. But his feelings quickly began to revive When he saw those Freshies numbering forty-five A struggling and working with all their might To win their spurs as Sophomores, (Being the height of their ambition at this time), The professor tho ' t, as professors will, ' ‘Now they ' re working a little up hill. I’m going to make them my ideal students,” Now, just look at them— who wouldn ' t? So the prof has strengthened the weakest spots. Made them all of the same sized dots— That is to say — each as strong as the other And none stronger than t ' other; This was the way he put her through. “There,” said the professor, “now she’ll do.” And so with his class and his teachers, too, Why shouldn ' t you expect that the school Wouldn ' t break down, but would be the best In the country ' round. THE KICKER M. J. A. ’23. He kicked the moment he was born, with a stalwart lustry cry, He kicked and howled in babyhood ’till the neighbors tho’t they’d die ; He kicked when he first went to school, he kicked the nursemaid too, He kicked on how the games were played, yes, he kicked his whole life through. He kicked on how the chorus sang, though he couldn’t sing a note, He kicked on how election ran though he didn’t often vote, He kicked the bucket finally, and no one mourned you bet, And unless his legs are both burned off, he’s probably kicking yet. illlllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllUlllillM Page Twenty-nine