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

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.x ' ' W CLASS HISTDeV There are many kinds of history-, and you have probably had a taste of at least three kinds, perhaps four; but we are not going to bore you with anything as dry as The Conquest of Persia, nor yet the Landing of the Pilgrims. Before you, we are placing the history of the class of ' 22, beginning with the proverbial green freshman, and ending with the dignified senior of the maroon and white. On Sept. 7, 1918, there came timidly to the door of Arthur Hill, what was destined to become the peppiest, most alive group of gradu- ates, whose departure from Arthur Hill has ever been mourned. But to look at us, you never could have guessed all this, for despite our large number, we were not a very imposing looking group. When we look back to 1918, it seems but a few months since we were a group of irresponsible children. A quotation from the class secretary just about sums us up: Our Class Motto — Study if Necessary. Our Class Song — There ' ll be no Party There. Our Class Hope — That we Would Not Entirely Disappoint Our Teachers. For our officers we chose : President Charles Grube Vice - President George Ames Secretary -- Helen Southgate Treasurer Henry Snyder As freshmen we didn ' t do much unless it was to cut up, and we proved to be the bane of Miss Davis ' life. We gave one party at Social Hall, an all-freshman affair, which was — well its social success was questionable. We didn ' t give a big party because we weren ' t supposed to know enough to, and because the principal didn ' t think we studied enough to deserve one.

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came an official-looking person to inquire. I fervently denied having seen anyone, and the stranger galloped off. My anxiety grew great, however, when the guests grew boisterous and I fervently waited for Balemore. Then the leader of the two, who was far beyond soberness, decided to leave in the darkness. They departed, but before they did, the smallest of the two asked me in a whisper, Lad, as a favor to me, will you, as the clock strikes one, swing a lantern at the end of point, yonder, so that it can be seen on the east shore? Lad, it means the salvation of England. Promise me, lad. I did not have the heart to refuse this appeal and so I gave the old man my hand. Both men de- parted and again I heard the hoof-beats. Not long afterwards Master John returned home and after hear- ing my story, he decided with me that the signal should be given. We both went to the point with a lighted lantern. When the hour had come, I climbed a rock and swung the light. A few minutes later a rocket soared into the air. It seemed to come from the harbor down river. Several more rockets soared. Within a quarter of an hour guns were booming all over the harbor and coast. The Spanish Armada had come. As for the two strangers, I found that the smallest was the real monk, while the larger was his captor, a spy. A FAREWELL The dear old school, dear Arthur Hill, A tribute deep but sad we bring; Though we now leave thy hallowed walls. To you our thoughts will ever cling. We ' ll test what we have learned from thee In book of life ' s unerring page. If thou hast taught us false or true, The wondrous problems of the age. We ' . ' l prove and you will stand the test Of all stern critics have to say. You ' ve led us in the path of right, We followed where you blazed the way. So farewell old school, ' tis a sad goodbye. Your faithful task at last is through ; And softly, swiftly we ' ll depart. The dear old class of 22. Sara Pritchard

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But we weren ' t quite so green as we looked, for a little of our true color peeped through when Bun Grube made first team in football and Anne Robertson, in basketball, which, if you don ' t already know it, is an unusual thing to happen in a Freshman class. By this time you probably have the impression that we were nothing but one hundred and ninety little ignorant devils, if you ' ll pardon the expression. Well, perhaps we were — but wait. n. Back we came for another year, much more sophisticated and worldly wise. It is queer what one short summer will do to a freshman. It changes him from an insignificant creature to a lofty individual, who deems it much beneath him to even stoop to notice those little new green things who are crawling along the halls. We should have re- membered our former days of torture, the watering trough and the sprint around the block in bare feet. We should have had some com- passion for them, but our becoming Sophomores had so increased the circumference of our heads, and had so filled it with self-satisfaction that no room was left for such a thing as compassion. This was the year that put 22 into the limelight. We supplied the football team with these members, Capt. Spiekerman, Grube, Friske, and Scheib. To the basketball teams we contributed Charles Grube, Paul Hackett, Helen Carr and Katherine Kaltenbach. The Interclass Basketball Championship was awarded to us, and Josephine Rutledge distinguished our class by bringing home the honors from the declamation contest. Our Soph. Frolic : — Well we need not even describe it. Everyone remembers it as the best party that has ever been given at A. H. H. S. We ended our social season and said farewell to our Sophomore year, with a class picnic at Riverside Park. Everyone had loads of fun and it has always been a reminder of our good times during our second year at high school. Our wonderful success as a class can be accounted for by the names of our leaders: President Joe Friske Vice President Sadie Doerfner Secretary Ada Giles Treasurer Olga Raupp III. Well now, we ' re Juniors. Twenty-two has passed successfully through two years and now we came back with the sole object of mak- ing our class the most noted in the history of Arthur Hill, and it must be added, we did it.