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

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LLOYD WILTSE Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, But seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse. ARTHUR WITHAM A true man, pure as faith ' s own vow Whose honor knows not rust. Business Manager Criterion Legenda Staff ENOCH YATES Your vast ambition leaves no fame for me. Scholarship Student Legenda Staff OTTILIA ZORN Whose life is like the violet sweet, As climbing jasmine pure. Girls ' Club

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Home Talent Gretchen Roethke It was during the Summer, while I was spending my vacation at Green Island, that I attempted another of my wild projects which met with no better success than many of my previous ones. Although the war was over, many of its participants were still feeling its cruel reaction, and even in the secluded little village of Green Island, the resorters were not able to ignore the call to help starving Europe. One morning, as Mary Rogers and I were sitting on the veranda of Emerald Inn contemplating a game of tennis, my dear aunt, our chaperon, tried to interest us in a newspaper giving the most recent statistics of European deaths caused from lack of food. My dear children, you are too frivolous and too obstinately insensible to the griefs of others. Why don ' t you do something really worth while? Mrs. Bassett ' s daughter has made a house-to-house canvass and, so far, has collected ten dollars and fifty cents for war orphans. Yes, ten dollars and forty-nine cents of that she has used for her taxi bill, probably, contributed my cousin, somewhat acidly. Perhaps, but at least, that one cent will be given with a feeling of love and sympathy. This parting remark took a much deeper hold upon us than my aunt realized; we were so lost in our thoughts that we scarcely heeded her departure. The next morning found Mary and me making our way to the village where a troupe of cheap vaudeville players intended to put on a show for the coming week. After our lecture on selfishness, we had decided we must do something by which more than one cent would be sent to Europe. Two hundred dollars was to be our goal. After locating the manager of the troupe, we finally succeeded in extracting a promise from him that he would put on an entirely new bill, which consisted largely of acrobatic feats and a hackneyed magi- cian, for one night to help us in our charitable enterprise. Seeing it ' s for a good cause, I ' ll put it on for only fifty dollars! he announced condescendingly. Fifty dollars for that amateur stuff! we thought, but ended our interview politely, saying, We ' ll think it over. But we did no such thing. If people were starving, why should we diminish the proceeds by paying a part of them to a vaudeville troupe? Why not put on the show ourselves. The next few days found us very busy. After taking four other girls into our confidence, we finally made out a program consisting of some of the latest song hits, and such other features as Mr. Hoge ' s Interpretation of the Movies ; The League of Nations ' Dance ; The Looking Glass Farce, and the Imperial Green Island Ballet. Our rehearsals went on secretly until the hand-made posters were distributed, stating that a small company of actors would exhibit their talent on the evening of July fourteenth. By withholding further details, we hoped to arouse the curiosity of the villagers and farmers, and have a full house. We induced Bill Hanley to rent us the old moving picture hall for ten dollars. That ended our business transactions, we thought, and ' secured us a fine collection for the orphans.