Three Rivers High School - Reflector Yearbook (Three Rivers, MI)

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Four Years Abroad N SEPTEMBER 2, 1924, the good old ship known as The Class of '28 set sail on the Ocean of Senior High with a crew of 'frightened Freshies. The sailing had been easy but now it required team work and skill to sail the boat. Naturally some could not keep up and had to be taken ashore but others were taken on board so that sixty-nine sailors finished the voyage. The ship started out with Bob Dimmick acting as skipper, while Genevieve Thomas. Cleo Wyman, and Helen Bahls were his able assistants. Some enter- tainment was necessary for the fairer sex so the Home Economics Class planned a picnic in the salon. As they approached Sophomore Harbor it became necessary to elect a new set of officers. This time Genevieve Thomas, Basil Creager, Red Combs, and Bob Dimmick constituted the ship's officers. Before anchoring again, many honors were won by various sailors and the crew as a whole, The boys won the championship in the intership basketball having conquered the Senior Ship and all other rivals. By June the Sophomore Ship had neared the entrance of the Junior Sea. However, they anchored long enough to take new officers on board. Red Combs now took the wheel while Creager and Seekel assisted. Great excitement moved all on board when a cargo of rings to represent the crew on the rest of their voyage was chosen. Toward the end of the voyage a few of the most talented actors among the passengers presented Second Childhood which provided a good deal of enter- tainment for other members of the crew and their friends. Then at last the Junior Ship and the Senior Ship came to harbor at the Country Club and the older crew was entertained by the younger at the Junior-Senior Reception. In June, 1927, the Junior Ship came to harbor at Vacation Cove for a period of three months and once more a few new officers were elected to guide them safely across Senior Ocean. Skipper Combs, because he had shown himself such an able seaman, retained his place at the XVheel, Elwood Archer and Wallis Rand were his under officers. Then the old boat started on its last voyage. In mid-ocean a play entitled East is West was given featuring Vkfaneta Jackson and Stanley Buck. Just before landing another play was given. The crew now sorrowfully prepared to leave the boat. The ship T. R. High reached port for the last time for the Class of '28 and after receiving their cat-skin passports they stepped aboard the Ship of Life, well prepared for their next voyage. -Mary R. Gleason, '29, Page Twenly-Nine

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Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1928 of Three Rivers High School, city of Three Rivers, being of lucid mind and salubrious body, do hereby elect this writ as our final will and do declare all former volitions void. To the classes we make the following bequests: To the Juniors we amicably transfer our unusual ability of retrieving money when needed most. To the Sophomores we bestow our superb intelligence, which, if used prop- erly. will surprise even the teachers. To the Freshmen we sincerely endow our untiring efforts in producing a winning athletic season. The Rhinies, we are sure, will affectionately accept our subtle methods in skipping classes. To the Pewees we leave our unyielding antagonism to all disobeyers of the Faculty. To our successors do we will the following: I, William Dehn, leave my success with love to Murray Schoonmaker. I, James Moore, leave with Frank Brayman my thorough obedience in train- ing for athletics. I, Lyford Cross, leave my powerful physique to Hugh Van Horn. I, Jack Hyatt, leave my 'iNita with anyone caring for her. I, Genevieve Thomas, leave my sex appeal to Harriet Rix. I, Robert Dimmick, leave everything to join my Margie I, Waneta Jackson, leave my love of an argument to the debate teams. I, Lorenzo Swartwout, will my elusiveness to Milton Palmer. I, Ray Wilder, leave my Ford to Margaret Armstrong. I, Alice Schoonmaker, leave my saucy manner to Helen Freeland. I, Vivian Sessions, will my job as librarian to anyone capable of standing it. I, Francis Barton. leave my ability to hock school equipment to Jerome Tulloch. I, Basil Creager, will my innocence to Robert Hanneman. I, Wallis Rand, leave my exact conception of the opposite sex to Sharon Walz. I, Robert Hall, leave my self-esteem to Marguerite Wing. I, Lucille Anderson, leave my thorough knowledge of History to Gladys Lehman. I, Elwood Archer, leave my popularity with the Faculty to Logan Wagner. I, Wilbur Combs, leave my duties as Editor-in-chief of an unexcelled annual to next year's Editor-in-Chief. We hereby appoint the man on the monument and Will Rogers as our highly esteemed Witnesses and, inasmuch as we are compelled to submit this as our final document of legatine, we hereby affix our seal on the third day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-eight. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1928. Page Twen ty-Eight

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Valedictory OW DEAR to the hearts of children are the poems and stories of child- hood! Chief among these stories that have fascinated boys and girls everywhere. and older people as well, is the story of Alice-in-Wonder- land. You will remember that after Alice had fallen into the rabbit hole, she came to a long, long hallway that was lighted by lamps hanging from the ceiling. There were doors all around the hall but they were locked, Alice went up one side and down the other trying to open them, but finally she walked down the middle of the halll discouraged. Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged stool made entirely of glass and on it was a tiny golden key. Alice's first idea was that this might belong to one of the doors of the hall: but alas! either the locks were too large or the key was too small. It would open none of them. The second time around, Alice came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before and behind it was a small door. She tried the little golden key and to her great delight it fitted! She opened the door and looked along the passage into the most beautiful garden that she had ever seen. Let us consider this story of Alice as an allegory representative of life. The hallway in which Alice found herself corresponds to our school days. Just as Alice's way was lighted by lamps which revealed the doors on either side of the hall, our progress through these halls at school has been guided by teachers who have pointed out the way to broader experiences. By their efforts our appre- ciation and enjoyment of the beautiful in art, literature, music. and nature, has been awakened. Our teachers have helped us to value the lessons of life as well as those from text books. By their example of right conduct, of genuine worth. and high character as well as by conscientious scholarship, they have been an inspiration to us. Upon entering the hall Alice tried to open the doors leading out, but she was not yet prepared. She had no key. You will remember that she attempted to open many doors before she found a key-Even after she had found the key, she tried and tried again to find the door which it would unlock. During the four years that we have spent in this' hallway we, too, have been searching. More fortunate than Alice, we have not been alone: we have had companions. In school we have formed friendships that have been very dear to us. We have met others with similar tastes and interests. We have worked and played to- gether. As a result, we know that when we leave this hall, we shall be better fitted to do our share of this world's work. After Alice had worked in vain to open the doors, she found a tiny golden key. Let that tiny golden key be a symbol of our accomplishments thus far- tiny compared with what we hope to do but golden because of its value. Alice's Page Thirty