Stevensville High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Stevensville, MI)

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pupe twelve Champs in Review I sat at my desk in the Study Hall vainly trying to master the intricacies of American Government. Outside, the day was warm. The birds were singing. Just a few short weeks and my school days at dear old S. H. S. would be over. How time does fly! Slowly the names of Roosevelt, Hopkins, Ickes, the New Deal, the unbalanced budget faded from my mind. Into my mind flashed the headline of the first CARDINAL of the fall of 19.55. “Largest Class in History of School,” that headline ran. A record that was not to be broken until the present class of Freshmen entered last fall. Truly an unusual class. Twenty-seven Freshies: Leroy Baugher, Merrial Bodjack, James Carr, Myron Cupp, Rayella Davis, Vera Essig, Clara Friesl, Ewalt Fausak, Bernice Gaul, Ann Krajacic, Frank Klackle, Rae Marie Mongreig, Margaret Maffei. Margaret Ann Ott, Junior Pallas, Jane Quardokus, Walter Raab, LaVerne Reimer, Art Rochau, Frieda Schulz, Clara Schulz, Ella Schulz, Irene Siewert, Lenord Siewert, Oliver Siewert, and Esther Spitzer. That first class meeting! How big we felt to think we were in high school at last. We elected LaVerne Reimer as our first President. Rayella Davis was elected Vice President, and Myron Cupp, Secretary-treasure!. Mr. Shearer. Mrs. Myers, Miss Muskin, and Miss Larkin made up our faculty. Of course we had to be initiated. And then there were the various class parties, general school parties, and the other activities of a busy year. So our first year rolled right along, ending with a picnic at Indian Lake. The next year, returning as Sophomores, found two new faces among us, Frank Posch and Donald Shoemaker. Ward Griffendorf, Clara Friesl, Clara Schultz and Leroy Baugher had left us, leaving twenty-six. One of our first acts was to call a class meeting to elect our officers for the ensu- ing year. James Carr became our President, Vera Essig, Vice President, and Rae Marie Mongreig, Secretary-treasurer. Now the tables were turned. We were Sophomores, and it was our turn to haze the lowly Freshmen. A Scavenger Hunt was organized, with the Freshies the goats. Then there was the World History Class trip to Chicago, in which the entire class participated. Among the places that will live in our memories are the Field Museum and the Art Institute. Of course there were the usual class parties and gen- eral school functions. A change in our faculty had also taken place. Mrs. Jefferis had joined us. and Miss Muskin had departed. The year closed with the usual picnic at the usual place, Indian Lake. Returning for our third year, we were prouder still. And we had a right to be. For were we not upperclassmen? Frank Posch, Donald Shoemaker and Jane Quar- dokus were missing when the roll was called. Edna Kornow came to fill one of the places, leaving us with twenty-four to start our Junior year. A class meeting was called to select our officers for the year. Vera Essig became our President. Walter Raab became Vice President, and LaVerne Reimer, Secretary- treasurer. Early in the fall we became the proud owners of class rings, ordered from the Herff-Jones Company of Indianapolis, Ind'ana. In the spring, the Junior play, “Spooky Tavern,” was presented to a large audi- ence. The cast ir.c'uded Merrial Bodjack, Myron Cupp. Junior Pallas. Vera Essig. Ann Krajacic, Lenord Siewert, Frank Klackle, Irene Siewert, Oliver Siewert, and Walter Raab. The Junior-Senior dance will linger in our memories for some time to come. Two new faces were present in our faculty, Mrs. Travis and Mr. Hughes. We closed an eventful year with a picnic at Indian Lake. Continued on pope .id

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THE C H ft HI P S Otto Pallas, Jr. Frank Posch “J. P. Morgan” “Slug” He's active in sports The down of the class He’s a picture of health Yes. indeed it's none other He always finds means Than the girls' choicest pick. Of enjoying himself. And a handsome young lover. Walter Raab “Hutch” He'll never he I millionaire; He’ll never irony Or nerer rare. La Verne Reimek “Reimer” She's always smiling. She's full of fnn; She's known and loved Hy everyone. Artiii k Rociiau “Art” He's very quiet, lie's tali and lean. He's also the manager Of one basket hull team. F.LLA Scill'LZ “El” She's of ihe quiet Old sen si hie kmd; I uveeter girl Would !e hard to find Frieda Schulz “Cob” She's very dark, hid she's very tall; Sue’s the enemy of no one. tnd a friend to us all. Irene Siewert ut «i I nee . I tiny girl l-'till of pep; We're never seen I sweeter one yet. Lenord Siewert “Fuzzy” He's so tall and so quiet That sometimes I doubt If anyone can Really figure him out. Ksther Spitzer “Ess” She's a very jolly character W ith a very pleasing way; She played tie title role In our successful Senior Play. Rae Marie Mongreig Vera Essig “Rae-dee” Valedictorian She says that it's never Too early to star: She's valedictorian. And queen of all art. “Essig” Salutatorum The grade was long. Hut now she's won 7 he honor of being Salutatorian. page eleven

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CLASS MOTTO NOTHING GREAT IS LIGHTLY WON CLASS COLORS Lilac and White ass I oem Kuoli winter we'd go Imok to school With friends once more to In . Knoh summer we’d again return To our cottage nt tlie sea. Knoli day we’d swim and watoli the ships The host of pals were we. Day in. «lay out. we’d spend the time In pleasure nt the sea. Once while lying on tin sand Way up upon a hill. I gazed upon that sea of life So deep, and large, ami still. A raft was floating near the shore: A distant yacht was seen. And men within a fishing boat Were rowing in-helween. Must look out there.” 1 said to Jack. “That raft, that boat, that yacht; Ami now compare that sight with life— It makes a perfect plot. “In one more year we graduate. That s« a of life we face. We work until we earn our raft. Then enter in the race. llut Jack. it's very sad to say That when you stop to think. Some don't work to earn their raft But start to swim—and sink. “Now on our raft we battle odds I he waves to keep afloat. Through honest effort, rowing har«l. We transfer t« our lx at. “And onward row with sweated brow; Forget the strength we lack; Keep on saying o’er and o’er, ‘I must keep going. I won’t turn Imc “And still our courage spurs us on But now those years have pass«Ml. For we have been rewarded—yes. We’ve earned our yacht at last. “We swiftly forward cruise along. Our voyage near an end. Soon we’ll be retired In that harbor ’round the bend. “We’ve made it! Victory now is ours! With happy shouts we cry When we turn the bend and see Our harbor drawing nigh. “We enter through the narrow gate Where few have entered through. Hear Miss America proclaim, ‘Welcome, son. I’m proiul of you. ”