Tecumseh High School - Echoes Yearbook (Tecumseh, MI)

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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

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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 PROPHECY MARIE WINTERSTEEN EMILY SCHREDER It was a very warm afternoon on July 15, 1952 in the reporter ' s office of the New York Sun in New York City. The day was drawing to a close and two young society reporters, who were none other than Marie Wintersteen and Emily Schreder, went to the main desk to receive their pay. They also received the un- expected information that they were to have a month ' s vacation. Of course, they were delighted, and as they walked out of the busy room Marie said to Emily, Why don ' t you come over to my apartment for dinner tonight so that we may celebrate the beginning of our vacation? ' ' Emily enthusiastically replied. Of course, I should be delighted! All during the evening the conversation seemed to center around what their old classmates were doing, but they found that neither seemed to know much about any of them. So they each decided to go alone to see what each could find. When a month had elapsed, the two girls met in Marie ' s New York apart- ment and talked over what they had found out. Marie — I had the most interesting vacation I have ever had. I was utterly amazed to find so many of our classmates holding such fine positions. Emily — So was I! It seemed just like old times. The first ones I met were Edna Brees and Edna Graham at Newberg, Michigan. ou wouldn ' t believe it, but they are both unmarried, and they keep a boarding house for rich young bachelors. Among the boarders I found Jack Wilson, George Meacis and Harold Anderson. They were lucky enough to have been left fortunes by rich relatives. Marie — Did you hear anything about Loren Avery or Robert Stone? Emily — Oh yes! Loren was making a business of repairing Model T Fords so that they will go 35 miles per hour. Robert is a contractor. He has just com- pleted a beautiful house in Jackson, and has contracts for several others. I expected to find Bettie Anderson and Sally Heilman somewhere about Tecumseh, but I was told that they live in Persia where they both can can have the same husband. Marie — Your mention of Loren Avery made me think of Leona. I found her in Chicago — a teacher of toe-dancing. Two of her pupils were V irginia Conklin and Robert Erlenbush. Fred Bryan. I find, seems to still be very fond of Gray. Did you see our class president or our valedictorian? Emily — Donald Benedict is the Socialist Party Manager and Mary Bell has just had her first novel called Hold Your Man ' ' published. It is a great suc- cess. Our salutatonan, Betty Linger, has realized her ambition, I think. She certainly can be classed as the second Lily Pons. Marie — Joyce Harriot, Lillian Auten, and Betty Ann Hall are model wives because they do everything according to system, — wash on Monday, iron on Tuesday, etc. Do you remember how Knowlten Brown used to sneeze in school? Well, he is now on the radio advertising Copenhagen Snuff. Thirty