West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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odor became so strong, that this wonderful cure was for¬ bidden to be brought into the building. The happiness of this year was much saddened by the loss of our beloved principal, but a new “Royal Way” was shown us which made our prospects seem brighter. Only twenty-seven answered to roll call as Seniors. Still those present were in a very healthy condition. The sum¬ mer months spent in the country, on mountains, or in tree- tops had done us good. Rosy-cheeked, tall and handsome were we, with a weight of three thousand five hundred eigbtv-two pounds, and a height of a hundred forty-seven and two-thirds feet. Time went on, soon the snow began to fall, and with it came the ardent desire for a sleighride, not around the city but out in the country, out to Hackett’s farm. Wishes were granted, and on the eventful night of March the fifth, the Class of 1900, went in a covered sleigh in the direction of Hackett’s farm. We finally reached the farm after ploughing through snowdrifts but could not return until the next morn¬ ing at nine thirty—one hour late for school. Ir was not long after this that the “Naughties” had their picture taken for the expressed benefit of those active Juniors. Rut it was not until after many efforts of Charles and his persuasive tongue that our honorary member, Miss Johnston, consented to have her likeness appear with ours in the Legenda —yet she says she likes the Class, even if they are naughty. The Class held a meeting not long after this and adopted as their motto: Possunt, quia posse videntur, “They can, be¬ cause they think they can,” which is very fitting and one which other classes would do well to heed. Helen Clark.

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1900. The class of 1000 entered the Saginaw High School with a membership of one hundred seventeen. A motley crowd were w e with an average age of fourteen and a combined height of four hundred feet. Beautiful? Of course! Light or dark complexioned? Thirty very fair, fifty-nine dark and twenty- eight faded blonds. We had our share of knowledge and freshness too. Our scholarship averaged eighty-nine in the ninth grade but im¬ proved to ninety-one in the twelfth. Our newness gradually wore off and the dignified seniors deigned to smile upon us. But this ideal state of affairs soon came to an end, for those “smart freshmen” thought the seniors unable to take care of the Class Horn, so relieved them of their burdensome task and have succeeded in keeping it from the two following classes, which is more than any other class in our High School has ever done. Soon we were Sophomores and it was here we formed our class organization. It was here we exhibited our willfulness by placing Will at the head of the Class. It was here we took our name “Naughty Naught” and formed our class yell— We, we sought sought, One, nine, naught, naught. Criekety, cackety , sis boom bah, Nineteen hundred, rah rah rah! It was here we lost twenty-four of our members. It was here we began work. Between sleighrides, hops, and ex¬ am inations we were kept busy until the summer vacation. When we reassembled in the eleventh grade our membership was only thirty. But before the year closed two blonds, Mead and Zuella were enrolled on the lists, the former added wisdom, the later, beauty to our class. We were greeted now as Mademoiselle and Monsieur which seemed to us quite an honorary title. With these new honors came the inclination to be mischievous. Hence sample bottles of Hyomei were freely distributed, until the

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CLASS POEM-1900 •A A A I. The rosy tints of a new dawn Were spreading o’er the land. And high above the slumb’ring earth, The sun his daily course began. Yet far below in a valley’s depth, A child was wending its lonely way, Up, up the mountains steep To gain a view of the glorious Day. II. For to gain the top of the mountain’s height. Meant many a weary mile to tread. With one lone playmate by his side Whose name was Toil, and who shared his bed. But the goal of the youth was the glistening peak, That extended upward into day, So onward he pressed o’er the pathway steep, Ne’er stopping to rest or play. III. Yet many a battle he had to fight To win his way through the pitiless world. But the name that he bore, this youth so strong, Helped him to battle and conquer Wrong. Now he has reached the mountain ' s height And spread a banner to the air, Lo ! on its field of red and white, 1900’s name is there ! IV. Years are passing swiftly onward, Each one has this path to climb; Some are struggling bravely upward, Some are borne aloft by Fame. Yet, r as Time speeds ever forward We and Toil go hand in hand, Until at last our God rewards us, And we view the Glorious Land ! Frances B. Traber.