Wakefield High School - Echo Yearbook (Wakefield, MI)

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WAKEFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ECHO But California is very hot and ho dooides to quickly fly back to Chicago. The aorotiain in which he travels lias a terrific wreck and he falls onto his own oflice floor, awake. (lie topples out of his chair.) Beatrice Edwards, one of Cohen's clients, enters at this noisy moment. She is suing her beauty surgeon, Theodore Keskey, for $1 ()(),()()().()(), for not removing a wrinkle on her forehead, as lie had guaranteed. Cohen calms the infuriated Beatrice, who is now Mrs. Evald Seppa, and assures her that the criminal. Dr. Keskey, shall not put a wrinkle over on the said Mrs. Seppa. Beatrice, much relieved, has much to say. ‘‘Do you know Joseph, says she, “that my husband, who is a publisher of school books, gets many orders from some of our old class-mates. You know, Waino has a school of physical culture in Wakefield, and Edvthe Saari teaches English in the very same room that Miss Blair had. Eremelinda is teacher of Italian in Chicago Cniversity here in town, and Anna Niemi is art supervisor in Detroit.” “It is strange that so many of our class should have become teachers. I truly feel sorry for them, but, they will learn. I visited Wakefield last month and the constant improvements are phenomenal. The High School campus now has four fine buildings. I attended a parent-teacher’s dance in the New Gymnasium. Alice Yrokola is directress of the girls' gymnasium. Mrs. Louis Palm, Mrs. Eldridge Stein, and Mrs. John Lake were in charge of this dance As you know, the first was Viola Teppo, the second was Dagmar Saari, and the last was Mayme Ilyyppa. They all seem very happy and their husbands are all big boys now. Times certainly change! You surely recall outspoken and prominent Elizabeth. She is the wife of a minister; this poor man doesn't get to say any more than he has to. And sweet Mary Komovc became Mrs. Joe Hrbacek, and lives over in Sunday Lake apartments.” “But to come back to business; as regarding your wrinkle, Mrs. Seppa, we will have to take that to criminal court. (Both leave Mr. Cohen's office.) Page Twenty-One

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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

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WAKEFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ECHO LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS 3Ju thf Nam? of ©ltr Curb:—We tile class of ’24 of the Wakefield Township High School, of the State of Michigan, being of sound mind and memory, and realizing that our existence upon tliis noble earth is drawing nigh it’s end, do hereby make, ordain, publish and declare, this to be our last will and testament. JFirnt anil JfurftlUiSt, tTu Ih' Juniors:—We hereby bestow upon you as our honorable successors, the ebony walking stick, which reposes with the rest of the treasures in the trophy case. We commend you to honor and respect this cane, and on your departure to faithfully place upon its glossy back another golden ring. We further donate to you our rights and privileges as Seniors, which you may do with as you see fit. tin Ijr S’nplutmnmi:—We give our modesty, to be used as a safety valve for their rising and arrogant spirits. (Efl llr JrfBhnmt: —We give our dignity and a little of our surplus knowledge, to fit them out for the long trail ahead. We further donate a piece of land situated on the banks of Presque Isle River, where they may run, jump, romp, and yell to their hearts’ content. At the end of four years if any of the said land has withstood the destruction of Freshmen, you will receive through the hands of the executor of this document, positions as school teachers, clerks, lawyers or judges, in the City of Tula. (Tit Our (TrarljrrB:—To the teachers of this institute who we have honored with our attention, we give our everlasting good wishes which they may handle as they see fit. tilt tijr Janituri? attll —We do give the remains of our estate, so they will not entirely forget us. tCastlU:—We do appoint the Board of Education to he the executors of this, our last Will and Testament, and do hereby revoke all former wills made by us. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand and caused the seal of the Senior Class to he affixed. Done at the city of Wakefield, Michigan this nineteenth day of January in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty-three. THE CLASS OF ’24. Page Twenty-Two