Tecumseh High School - Echoes Yearbook (Tecumseh, MI)

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ECHOES OF 1935 Called Sham, was a success for each one made a special endeavor to make it so. The publication of the Senior Echoes was our last important feature and with the combined efforts of the staff we have a memento of our school days. Harvest time came, and we were bound together in one great sheaf. But now we will leave the scenes of our school days and go out into the world of many activities. Each harvested grain will nourish or lose its identity; so it is for us to prove that now we are able to use that which has been imparted to us for Knowl- edge planted in youth gives shade in later years. President ' s Address By DONALD BENEDICT I take this opportunity to tell you how much I have enjoyed being president in this, the final year of our high school career. The way in which you have co- operated with our adviser and myself is most commendable of a high school group. We have spent the four last years together and we have learned the value of friendship. Friendship improves happiness, abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief, Addison has said: We wish to remember and hold deep in our feeling these relationships we have formed in high school. The friends thou hast and the adoption tried, grapple to thy soul with hooks of steel is the advice of that great writer Shakespeare. But we are going on, we are always look- ing to the future; the present does not satisfy us. Our ideal, whatever it may be lies further on. We must win to ourselves new friends not to dim the remembrance of these relations but rather to broaden ourselves to make them more endeared. We should live in the future and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present. It has well been said, A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. We must remember that this is the beginning, if a man ' s ye is on the eternal his intellect will grow. And we looking into the future must plan our careers and realize that success does not come with small effort, and that the fullest reward will be given him who bears his cross silently and courageously. May I quote again from Shakespeare, It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit. Let me urge you to face the future with honest and square dealing. Make yourself an honest man. May we live such a noble and uplifting life that when we come to the end of the road may we too like the master say, It is finished. Twenty-Eight

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ECHOES OF 1935 CLASS HISTORY DOROTHY BABCOCK JEANNE ALLEN We, the Class of 1935, entered the High School in the fall of 1931 as Seventy little grains of wheat. We were planted here in the big field and were expected to continue to grow for the next four years. We were really very tiny and felt quite out of place, but with the help of some of our more experienced fellow grains we began to take root and grow. These grains were: Donald Benedict, president; Mary Bell, vice president; Mr.urice Tuckey, secretary and treasurer. Edna Brees was our representative to the Student Council. Miss Brazee was our adviser who forgot Latin for a time and helped in the wheat field. In our Freshman year we were much too busy with Citizenship and class parties, the Christmas and May parties to grow very fast, but we showed our talent by presenting an Assembly Program which consisted of an Amos n Andy skit together with some good music. Our picnic at Devil ' s Lake was the most exciting event of the year. The whole class went for a ride on the ferry with our class treasury paying the bill. By the time we had reached our Sophomore year in 1932 we had begun to send our roots deeper into the earth and we began to reali ze that we were growing. This year we numbered only sixty but we felt as if we belonged to the field in which we were planted — in fact — we felt quite superior to the new grains that came to join us. Miss Stephens was our adviser and Donald Benedict was again the chief wheat Colonel (Kernel). The other officers were: John Heesen, vice president; Gertrude Rogers, secretary and treasurer. Betty Linger was chosen our delegate to the Student Council. We grew rapidly this year and did not find time for many outside activities except one class party. This, however, proved to be a very en- joyable affair to which we invited the faculty to honor our adviser and several ether teachers who were leaving us. The Junior year found fifty-nine of us full grown and some of the tallest of the crop were chosen for the leaders. Marie Wintersteen, president; Edna Graham, vice president; John Heesen, secretary and treasurer. Mary Heath Brainard be- came our representative to the Student Council. Miss Allen consented to apply some Business Training and helped us make some money. We sold magic slates, gave dances, sold candy and then gave the Junior play, Tea Toper Tavern. From these various methods we earned considerable money as well as giving us some pleasure. Then came the Junior-Senior reception which was a far greater success than we had anticipated. We soon reached our last year. We had become Seniors. Donald Benedict was chosen president for the third time; Raymond LaBounty, vice president; John Heesen was also given an office for the third time — this year being made secretary; Mary Heath Brainard, treasurer. Maurice Tuckey represented us in the Student Council and Miss Allen was chosen our adviser. Our Senior play, The Street Twenty-seven

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ECH OES OF 1935 CLASS POEM IRIS JONES Tonight we stand at the crossroads — Some of us to fame will soar, Looking back our memories linger On the days we ' ll see no more. We give our thanks from grateful hearts To parents and to teachers true. Who have so nobly played their parts And helped to see us through. The last twelve years through work and play We ' ve always stood together; Now we press upward, come what may — No matter what the weather. Today we follow, tomorrow we lead, A past, a present, a future creed; And when life ' s journey has found its end. We will have found this creed a friend. CLASS SONG Tune: I ' ll Take You Home Again Kathleen GERTRUDE ROGERS We ' re gathered here tonight, dear friends, To bid each other fond Adieu; E ' er praising T. H. S., so dear, And loyal to our gold and blue. Our High School days are at an end, Along life ' s road we ' ll make our start; Success we ' ll ever keep our goal; To attain that end each do his part. Farewell dear classmates, teachers, friends. Success and happiness be ours; And when along life ' s path we meet, We ' ll share memories of happy hours. Twenty-nine