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

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CLASS OF ' 23 LOIS ORR Dear old High School, we ' re leaving — This class of twenty-three — We ' re leaving, for better or for worse, To seek out Life ' s Decree. For some, school days aren ' t over; For other, all, all o ' er. They have reached the great Beginning, The cavernous opening of Destiny ' s door. We leave behind us, workers, toilers — The class of twenty-four — And following in their studious pathway Comes the wandering, innocent Sophomore. We leave behind, our hopes and fears. Our work and all our places. Which now we leave with unshed tears To the class now in Junior ' s traces. You ' ll hear from us, you ' ll hear our names Rung o ' er the earth on some great day. After we ' ve fought and battled for the Fames Of Life — and won our way. Lewis and Ross and Comstock and Joe, (There are two of the latter boys, you know) Hart and Snyder and the ' Dusi boys. Have all enjoyed four years of joys Of football, as those joys go. There ' s Norton, too, with his curly hair. And Lovette and Murray are always there. Then there ' s the Elocutionists, Abie and Lehr And ' Talia and Don and Winslow, who say What has to be said in a manner quite gay; They ' re got what ' s needed to win their way. There ' s Marian, the Manager of the Criterion Staff, And Merrill McDonald who edits the laugh. Then there ' s Mclntyre and Baumgarten, too. Who help to put our paper through. And Dorothy Jane, and Needham and Lehr, Have all pitched in and done their share. We ' ve worked; we ' ve played, these last four years. And now, when we say Good-bye, What wonder that we hide a tear; That we heave a mournful sigh? That other class, the Sophomores, Think it queer, they say. But when they leave their present bores. They ' ll feel just this same way.

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gathered around him and stared at the figure of the old man who now lay on his side as if in a peaceful sleep. Sing wasted no more time but ran as quietly as possible to the door of the temple where he saw crouched in a far corner a figure in a yellow robe. Sing drew his dagger and advanced slowly towards the huddled object. He grasped the man ' s shoulder and jerked him to his feet only to have him crumple into a heap again. He turned him roughly over, saw the glassy eyes and wounded side and threw him back to the floor. Too late for vengeance, and again the mourner. Sing turned to the altar where the ever- burning joss sticks sent up their spirals of pungent, blue smoke, and prayed. Then rising, dry-eyed and with an emotionless face, he called to his men and went forth into the dawn.

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THE ROLL CALL OF MANY YEARS Did somebody say it can ' t be done? Did somebody say it ' s no use to try? Why, that ' s not the spirit we want at all, But the spirit of do or die. Just tackle the problem and get to work. There ' s no place in school for a coward or shirk. Perhaps it is hard and you think there ' s no end, Don ' t you know it ' s a long, long road which has no bend? And then at last when your problem is done. You will know the joy of having won. I. Somebody asked who the group of 245 youngsters were that were loitering around the doors of Arthur Hill the bright September morning in 1919. They were the new Freshmen who were afraid to go in, for they had heard stories of what happens to freshmen. Do you see them now, with that same scared look on their faces? Indeed, no! Soon they are as much at home as any one else, for under the supervision of Miss Davis they have had their first class meeting and had given the following class members the honor of being their first officers: We may have been considered by our so-thought superior classmates as being a rather slow class, but Freshmen have the name of being so, and so why be conspicuous by being differ- ent? We managed, however, to show the world that we could do a few successful things. Our first freshman party was surely deemed a howling success. In athletics we also made ourselves known. We were represented by Myron Cox on the first team of football, and George Ames, Ray Hart and Harold Laundra as substitutes. George Ames and Myron Cox were a lso the star yell leaders of the class. Aside from this we participated very little in any other activities, but you just wait, in the coming years we made up for any lost time, if there ever was any, for we poor little inno- cent creatures soon began to learn not only the ways of the world but also of old A. H. H. S. as well. Entering Arthur Hill was quite different a story this year, for we no longer were known as the green freshmen, but as sophs, which we thought meant not only to become wise, but to act wise as well. For our class officers this year we chose: Harold Olsen Raymond Hart Mildred Reins Avery Dice President Vice President -Secretary Treasurer II. Raymond Hart Jack Donelly Nan Bauer Ruth Hannum . President Vice President Treasurer -Secretary