Wakefield High School - Echo Yearbook (Wakefield, MI)

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WAKEFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ECHO Their In Komove. Kiddiee Svtrei. Dolly Clarence. m, t DcJ.cStnoit' oderson JLose HiltiJ Children Childhobd. B Page Nineteen

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WAKEFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ECHO DAG MAR E. SAARI ‘4 Dag ' “Silence is the perfcctest herald of joy,9 9 General ami Commercial courses; French Club, Commercial Club. ELIZABETH M. AHOLA “Liza” “You shall know her by her laugh. General course; Glee Club, French Club. CLASS HISTORY Fortunately, the present Senior Class became resident of the Assembly when they entered the eighth grade. Thus, when we became Freshmen, we were experienced in the ways of a High School student and got right down to work, accounting for the high scholastic-average in our Senior year. On October 27th, we were initiated by the class of ’23, which made us full-fledged students. At this initiation party we proved ourselves to be real sports and found that many of our members were socially inclined. We certainly proved this at our Return Party, which was considered one of the best social affairs of the year. The class did fairly well in basketball having many of their players chosen for the first team the next year. The ensuing year, with our new principal, we returned to school full of pep and school spirit. There was a difficult task on our hands and we were determined to do our duty. This task was to initiate the Freshmen and we did a good job. .Mr. Bosley, our class advisor, added much to the success of the party by his wit and good-humor. We wound up the school year by a picnic across Sunday Lake where we enjoyed a day of swimming and playing ball. There was not a great deal of activity during our Junior year aside from the Prom, which because of an unavoidable accident, was not a financial success but which was proclaimed by those present “a real Prom.” We had the distinction of being the first class to bold a Prom in the new Community Building Ball Room. The music was furnished by the Elks’, nine-piece orchestra. The ball room where the dance was held was decorated along French garden lines, with cherry blossoms on a green trellis back-ground with silver hangings. The lighting-effect added much to the beauty of the scene. As members of the Junior Class we proved our versitality by taking part in many outside activities: athletics, declamation, and oratory. Our Senior Year was socially a success, because of two things—the Senior Hop, and Class Day. The Hop was held in the ball room of the Community Building, which was decorated with autumn leaves and scarlet crepe. The music was furnished by Elks. Our Class Day was characterized by originality. The school rooms and halls were cleverly adorned. In the morning the Seniors with Mr. Weihe came to school dressed in “their worst.” At eleven thirty a program was given consisting of songs and speeches and announcements concerning the afternoon. A description of our lunch caused a great deal of envy among the student body. In the afternoon we hiked about three miles into the woods until we found a suitable camping ground and a deserted cabin. Here we built a fire, roasted weenies, and marshmallows, and with buns, and cake, and coffee partook of a real camp meal. About seven o’clock we started for home singing and shouting our yells. We then went back to the school and danced until nine o’clock, when we started for home a weary but happy crowd. Our class can be proud of several things. The scholarship was high. The averages of all Seniors for four years was one per cent higher than the averages of the Seniors in 1923. Within our class we had more harmony and less friction than is usually found among Seniors. AN e managed to retain the good will of the faculty at all times. Our class was best known for its high quality of English work and its unusual interest and ability in dramatics, as demonstrated in the several yearly plays and final Senior play. It was with a deep regret lhat we faced our parting as a class on June 12, 1924, but with a great desire and determination to remain united in a pleasant and lasting memory. Page Eighteen

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WAKEFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ECHO “ ’24 RE-ECHOES ” One balinly day in June, in a towering terra eotta building overlooking Chicago's lake front, a rather sardoni , and very-corpulent eriminal lawyer, sits in his chair, nodding. As his eyes scan the endless stretch of horizon, lie sees a little craft sailing merrily into nothingness. His eyes become blurred, his heavy head begins to nod, and although his office boy blurts into the room once with some mail, the postmarks of whi-li he lazily discerns, as Wakefield, New York and Hongkong, he slowly but surely sinks into a sound and snoring slumber. Chicago, having become unnaturally crimeless, has caused our hero’s business to be rather anaemic. For a while his mind is wholly a blank, but slowly the subconscious begins to take up the thread of the sail-boat, he saw a moment ago. He is on the deck, sunning himself, and listening to a buzzing radio. He opens the heavy package from Wakefield. In it, is a letter from Eremeldo Cairelli, his old-time pal, who is proprietor of a large hotel and Calais du Dance on Sunday Lake. Eremeldo sent him a “1!)44 Echo”, and it is full of news and it recalls to his mind some fond memories. Suddenly, the radio buzzes. It is the “Times-New York.” The musical comedy star, Evelyn Jolson, is singing “Sweet Road of Memories”. “Yes”, thinks Attorney Cohen, “it's ‘our’ Evelyn, with a LJ on her name.” Next, the staccato voice of a politician, talking for prohibition in Madagascar, “Well! well!” muses Joe, “if it isn't 11 ill is.” (Suddenly a court reporter peeps in at the door, upsetting a stand of artesian water, some of it splashing on our sleeping attorney. Diva Jokinen, in much confusion, rushes out and down the hall. But Cohen imagines that the skiff has upset, as water runs down his nose.) lie sinks—sinks, sinks, endlessly it seems. He emerges on the opposite side of the earth. A captain picks him up. “You took a rather big swallow,” replies Captain Matthews; “you must be thirsty for news, well—there's Honkong. That big American sky-scraper is being built by Pete Bugni. See that big white building on the hill; that's the Lutheran Hospital, and Jennie Simonson and A ini Lepisto are in complete charge. Lenore Seeger and her husband, Reuben Linn, are importers over here for AVana-makers. They say that she makes all the money and In spends it.” (Just then the stenographer, Dorothy Wanink. comes in, and attempts to make her boss comfortable by turning on the electric fan. The strong breeze is a windy sky for our hero.) He dreams that lie takes the next aeroplane-express back to America. (His dry throat longs for an orangeade.) At Los Angeles he gets off, and visits Mr. AVeihe, who has an orange grove over at Riverside. William Xiemi is his manager, and is happily dwelling in a pretty bungalow with Laila Teppo as his wife. I’age Twenty