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

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wood was directed to assist him. To keep John Steele out of mischief we busied him with writing; our finances we en¬ trusted to Minnie Fair, Ralph Fuerbringer was granted his wish to be marshal and Jessie Voorheis was to make our ex¬ cellent work known to the public. Having very little money in the treasury, we gathered all the high school talent around us and on November 26, the 9tli grade room was crowded with an audience, eager to enjoy an entertainment given by the Juniors. We had just time to count and realize the great increase in our treasury, when we had to prepare for the Junior Hop. This was pronounced the best Hop ever given and will long be remembered by all that attended. A few weeks later we decided to give a sleighride. Ac¬ cordingly on March 2, having prepared an excellent lunch and hired a big (?) sleigh, we started for a farm house eight miles from the city. We finally reached our destination and after spending a very sociable evening we arrived home at an early hour, thoroughly convinced that we had had a good time, al¬ though one of our number was so unfortunate as to miss his boot for a time. At a recent meeting we chose the modest little violet as our class flower and “Semper altius” for our motto. Now we are all working hard on the Legenda which we hope will be a great success and perpetuate the name of the Class of 1901. This is the first annual ever published by the West Side High School. Although a very admirable class, we have faults. We are told that we have more tardy marks, more red conduct marks than any other class. I admit that throughout our three years of high school life we have been slow, but we have been careful and have not shown that uncontrollable propen¬ sity to act on sudden impulse, wh ich is a characteristic of other classes. It will not be long before we shall be Seniors, then we hope to overcome these few faults. Juliana Blank.

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1901. The long looked for day on which the class of 1901 was to enter the high school finally came. The first we heard of our new teachers was the cry: “Go up these stairs and then turn to your left. Pick up your feet!” Obeying the com¬ mands. we entered the 9tli grade room where Miss Converse greeted us kindly, although she could not conceal the dread she felt at organizing such a crowd. Being told to take any seat for the present the whisper, “Be sure and sit by me,” was heard all around, but we were sorely disappointed because we were seated according to the course we took. After all arrangements were completed and we were furnished with a goodly supply of books, we were sent to the recitation rooms. Now we were perplexed indeed. The very condescending Seniors, however, told the “green Freshies” where Miss W hite ' s room was; but following their directions, we found ourselves in the laboratory. The janitor put us right. We must have made a good impression as we marched through the halls, because, after the first few days, the mem¬ bers of the upper classes treated us with the greatest respect. Everybody seemed interested in this class of 1901, and at the end of the year we were told that we had done good work, but that our conduct might have been better. The Sophomore year was an eventful one, because during this year we effected a class organization, drew up a consti¬ tution, selected our class yell and colors, and showed our good sense and excellent judgment in electing our officers. On June 22, at the home of Mabel Achard a lawn party wan given by the members of the class. A few months more and we had advanced to the dignity of Juniors but our number had greatly diminished and we were so kind and generous as to share our spacious room with Sophomores and even Freshmen. The first important event of this year was the election of our officers. The honor of president we conferred upon Martin Seidel; while Ethel Lock-

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JUNIOR PROPHECY. As I lay beneath the willows. On a sultry day in June, Thinking that the distant future, Though far off would come too soon, Sleep came creeping softly o’er me, InBringing dreams of future time, which all my classmates mingled, An it seemed to be in rhyme. First across my vision floated Ethel Lockwood and her friend. They had gone far down the path¬ way, Yet they were not near the end. Clad in sombre grey and goggles, Bearing tracts in both their hands, They had gone to bear the gospel To the men of other lands. Next, ‘ - His Honor,” Martin Seidel, Of the Class of 1901, And a sign “ Der Arzt ” upon it Just above his door was hung. Arlene Bates, our present terror, Tamed by sorrow, all too soon, Had become sedate and sober, And an author in life ' s noon. Sandy was a money lover. Lived alone and hoarded gold, Purchased nothing for his comfort, Except what was cheaply sold. And our old Professor Wylie, Still retained his stately mien, And expounded laws of Physics, And phenomena ne’er seen. Henry Dixon fairly settled In liis home upon the shore, With his family around him, Looked as cheerful as of yore. Newell, once our greatest student, Talked of surds and all those things, Tried to pound into his pupils What “q times the “pth” root brings. Gustave Scheurman with his pitch-pipe Led the girls at singing school, Thought he’d chosen his pro¬ fession With more judgment than had Newell. Lula King, a great French teacher. Asked her qu’est-ce c ' est que ca, And the scholars all around her Answered back with “oh ' ’ and “ah. Ida Mertz, a maiden lady. Lived alone with dogs and cats, And the ribbons all around her, Showed she’d gone to trimming hats. Ralph, who is our absent class¬ mate, Studying on a foreign shore, Had attained the height of knowl¬ edge, Few there w ere who had learned more. He was there expounding Latin, Trigonometry and French, To a dozen bright eyed pupils, Ranged before him on a bench. John and Edvth still were happy, Basking in each others smiles. Anna Wiggins, tall and stately. Spent her time o ' er latest styles. Then Maude Baker and a lawyer, With a long funeral face. Hand in hand upon life’s pathway With the classmates took their place. Carl was trudging still through snow drifts, This time seeking the North Pole. Seeing northern lights through cloud rifts, Pressing onward toward the goal. Then 1 saw our happy Minnie Of the Class of 1901, Old she was, ’tis true, but hand¬ some. And her life, a happy one. Had been spent in a great city Doing good to many there. And her husband looked upon her As a Jewel very rare. Then again in that same city, Bending o’er i lowly bed, I beheld our brae-eyed Elda Who, as nurse had there been led. Then George Price, our worthy classmate, Kept a little country store, Was successful in his business Happy in his two by four. Jessie Voorheis in a Convent, Learning all that she could know,