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

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.fe-M u .... nQ,:ffc9ibC57!e9ls BGL? 3 . Valedictory Citizens, fellow students, faculty and members of the school board: Tonight marks the passing of the first milestone in the lives of the class of 1931-32 of the Three Rivers High School: it marks the attainment of the first goal in the education of this group with otherl and higher heights of ac- complishment to come. This goal has not been reached through the efforts of the students alone but with the unstinted co-operation of our teachers and the unselfish sacrifice of our parents whose help will probably never be appreciated at its full worth. Our class has been an average one. It has disregarded rules and been disci- plined: it has not at all times made the most of its opportunities: it has undoubt- edly failed to realize to the fullest extent the advantages it has enjoyed. On the other hand its members have enjoyed a close companionship that will not soon be forgotten. They have entered into the various activities of the school: they have toiled scholastically and strived on the athletic field. Tonight probably assembled for the last time as a whole, tomorrow the members of this group will be scattered. The accomplishments of this group as a unit should be succeeded by the attainments of its individuals. For the mind should not be permitted to grow dull: the body, inactive. The stationary condition is fatal-it leads to indiffer- ence and indifference does not produce success. With every milestone passed the ultimate goal should be placed higher. Hard khocks should not cause dis- couragement, they should increase the incentive to succeed. With the unlimited opportunities offered in the political, economic, com- mercial, scientific, and business fields there should be some worthwhile position in his chosen work for everyone. From this class may come eloquent orators. scientific geniuses, talented men of literature, high-minded statesmen, or organ- izers of huge projects. Success, like many of the things that count most in life, does not come unbidden. To become truly great, one must combine within himself the qualities of faith, a capacity for leadership, tolerance, a spirit of co-operation, self-reliance, individuality, courage, and above all, lofty ideals. As Carl Schurz has beautifully expressed:- Ideals are like stars, you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, but like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you must choose them as your guides, and following them, you reach your destiny. Success in the eyes of the world, is attained by few, but there is another part to play in the scheme of things, a part which also merits regard-they part of a helper. Few can succeed without the aid of others. The world has need of both. And now as we leave-none of us without some small regret-the school that has fostered us for six eventful years in our quest for knowledge, each one of us taking his star for his guide, we bid you all a fond farewell. Arthur Weinberg. G? 5' Qlgan 1l l1 4 c r in Page Twenty-Two

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it ' inf-iC'9FcJ'63'Dtre f e S165-Q x S, 651911 a1fLP42:3gr:6N.,9t1 QIQLYQ tt H25 a reservoir for a fixed body of ideas. But today the idea of training the mind for Q clear and logical thinking is gaining more and more headway. Political and economic disturbances, war and all other disorders which tend to delay progress in the world are largely outgrowths of dogmatic faith, set ideas i and petty prejudices. If everyone were trained to look at both sides of a ques- tion and make decisions only after careful consideration, war and other detri- y mental activities would cease to exist. It is entirely conceivable that through the proper use of education a real Utopia could be evolved. Thus We come to the realization that education is a ponderous force, both in the development of men as individuals and in the evolution of nations. It is a matter which deserves deep consideration and thought by everyone. -Wayne Hazen. i A Hunting They Did Go It was three jolly Seniors, an' a hunting they did go: An' they hunted an' they hullo'cl an' they blew their horns also, Look ye there! They hunted an' they hullo'd an' the first thing they did find l Was a lighted lamp-post in a street, an' that they left behind, Look ye there! One said it was a lamp-post. but another one said Nayg j It's only Mr. Pratt turned to a photo-'lectric ray. Look ye there! They hunted an' they hullo'd, an' the next thing they did see l Was an owl both wise an' stately, a sitting on a tree. Look ye there! . One said it was a stately owl, another one said Nayg i It's poor Miss Hangsterfer gone mad: her staff has run away. l Look ye there! i They hunted an' they hullo'd 'til they saw a raging flood j Which turned into a lily when a play-cast acted good. Look ye there! One said 'twas a torrent. but another one said Nay: It's just Miss Lillian Comar a-directing of a play. I Look ye there! They hunted an' they hullo'd, an' the next thing they did spy Was a flock of quite insane white geese a flying in the sky. Look ye there! One said it was a flock of geese, but another one said Nayg It's just a bunch of Seniors on a summer holiday! Look ye there! M uriel J ackson. - Page Twenty-Ona

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R190 nQJ2QtmggfR,90 ne,'ffE-bfi! Vingt Ans Apres UDDENLY being seized with the spirit of prophecy, I take my pen in hand to record those things which will be revealed unto me. A darkness comes over my sight, I reel, then all is clear, and I lind myself alone on a high mountain top, from whence I can look into the buildings of the city below. It is morning. I look into the private office of a prosperous concern, and I see a familiar Hgure. Jeanette Wing. She is rapidly dictating to a secretary. On her door are the printed words General Manager. Then I look into a little country schoolhouse and see Paul Yinger, the poor pedagogue. I am disappoint- ed, I thought he was going to be a cow. From thence I look into an artist's studio. There I see Anthony Dukette and Muriel Jackson, entertaining a group of greasy Bohemians with a puppet show, while from a window I gaze into a studio across the way and behold Catherine Hanley toiling alone at a stocking advertisement. A strange confusion meets my ears and looking into a room above, I ind Ora B. DeVil- Picrce, Paul Hoover. Steven broadcasting over the radio. schoolgirl complexions. Not life, perhaps. Then my sight where I ind several familiar ice Ihrig, who is administer- Mrs. Gerald Bowersox fthe side the hospital I see Kath- tion Army uniform, distrib- to the unemployed. Next to biss, Irene Mosher, Eleanor Bonfoey, and yes, Mr. Peeke, The ladies have retained their so the boys. Too much night wanders to a large hospital. people. Among these are Al- ing a dose of castor oil to former Joan Mohneyj Out- ryn Wells, dressed in Salva- uting doughnuts and coffee the hospital is a church Cfor convenience perhapsj and I look in. There I find Jane Pauli, directing a group of squirming children in the art of organing. It is done wholesale now, you know. Next I gaze into a Carnegie Library, and whom should I behold but Viv- ian Meredith, presiding at the desk, while Pauline Tobin and Hester Rienstra discuss with her the relative merits of various physical education books. As I watch this scene, enters the famous football coach of Notre Dame, Bob Mack, who soon settles the discussion. As I look into the street again, I see 'Arthur Weinberg entering the State Capitol opposite. He is now Governor of the State. Dr. Gordon Behrentz comes riding down the street-on his way to the home of a patient no doubt. Next I look into an Old Maids' Home and find 'Elizabeth Malcolm, Leona Huey and-horrors!-myself, sewing contentedly on patch- work quilts. I hasten' to turn my gaze in another direction and find myself looking into the Sanctum Sanctorum of an experimental chemistry laboratory. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but Merritt Perkins, the second Einstein, aiding Llewellyn Ringle and Robert Reed in their experiment to secure a microscope to make atoms visible, while Secretary of Navy, Wayne Hazen, looks on. Back on the street I find Attorney John Theurer hastening to keep an appointment with the banker, Harold Jackson. Next I visit an apartment- house and Hnd the landlady, Virginia Roll, getting a roll of her own by bam- boozling the boarders. In a home nearby I find Lela Wortinger QWithersj , the happy housewife, making biscuits heavy enough to sink a ship. I see all our other classmates in roles of varied nature, the Meade girls dancing in. a cabaret, some of the girls stenographers, and the strange part is that we are all successful. Marjorie Crabbe. I 'nge Twenty!-Tltrce