Western High School - Concept Yearbook (Auburn, MI)

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Only a Senior's Dream T was a warm afternoon in early June. A Senior was sitting in a hammock with his Virgil, around him were his Chemistry, Solid and Macbeth. These were not sufficiently entertaining, and the heat was oppressive, There was a hazy, far away look in his eyes, but a smile on his lips. Isn't it pardonable in a Senior, on a warm summer afternoon surrounded by uninteresting books, to sleep a little or to have a day dream? Well, this is what that Se11ior did. Let's dream with him. When we arrived at school one morning he saw, tacked .upon the bulletin board, this sign, I-Iereafter school will not begin until 10 a. ni. Do not re- port today but instead report at 8 p. m. Anxious to know the meaning of this, he and his fellow students were pres- ent at the appointed time. They were amazed at the transformation of the building and the grounds. Both were ablaze with lights. On the grounds beau- tiful flowers had sprung up since morning, rustic seats were placed in retired corners, and little summer houses dotted the velvety lawn. In one of these airy- like structures he was given a gold pin embossed with a miniature Western High. Everywhere he was honored and received with a hearty welcome. Everywhere jolity and good-fellowship prevailed. Having anxiously wandered around, he entered the Study Hall. What! No seats! No books! The place was transformed into a ball room, and every one was dancing to the soft strains of the orchestra, After a few dances he left the ball room and wandered about only to find that the whole building was metamorphosed. In some rooms he found his friends roller skating: in others, he saw a vaudeville performanceg and in still another he saw motion pictures. He, indeed, thought the World had been turn- ed upside down. When we had tired of these amusements and started in search of others, he saw a large crowd assembled in one room. He made his way thither and found that an excellent program had been arranged and everyone was waiting for the artists. His eyes dilated with astonishment when, looking over the program, he read among the others, such numbers as the following: 1 - What's the Use of Studying -Solo ...........................,............ Miss Schroeder 2- Merits of Gum Chewers -Address .............................................. Miss Merrill 3- Just Guess at the Answers -Duet .,................., Mr. Morris and Mr, Hassett 4- There's Nothing Like Slang -Recitation ................................ Mr. Ten Eyck 5- Talk if You Want Tog I Won't Take Your Name -Solo .......... Mr. Grinnell 6- Don't Studyg I Won't Flunk You --Oration ...........................,.,.. Miss Bothe 7-Finale: Never Work Today if You Can VVait Until Tomorrow ........ Faculty Why, how could this be. Had not Miss Schroeder told him to study harder? Didn't Miss Merrill no later than yesterday deprive him of his beloved gum? Would Mr. Morris and Mr. Hassett endure guess work? Did Mr. Ten Eyck ever use slang? Hadn't Mr. Grinnell threatened to take his name and make him report? Hadn't Miss Bothe preached to him every day that he had to earn his credits even if he was a Senior? And didn't every teacher tell him that he must get everything done today? What could have happened to these honored teachers whose opinions had been altered in one day? It was unex- plainable. Absorbed in the thoughts of a newly discovered state of affairs, our Senior ,wandered about. He soon left the building, but as soon as he was outside, he abserved the faculty serving refreshments such as were never heard of or imagined, and which looked fit for the gods. He was now thoroughly content and was about to devour all the dalnties before him when a loud cheer for the Faculty, Seniors and dear old Western went up from a thousand throats. His cup of contentment was full and he was ready to swear allegiance to Western High. After Wandering about the lawn, the boys gave one more rousing cheer and-well, it's only a dream. GENEVIEVE M. CHURCH, '13. ' ' 'Ff l'a3'!'lf51'!'1i.u

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A Trip Through Sweden I N the third of June, in nineteen hundred and three, I left for a trip abroad. After passing through England, Holland and Denmark, I arrived in Stockholm early one Tuesday morning. Stockholm, as is well known, is the capital of Sweden, located at the southeast end of Lake Malar. The houses of Stockholm are brick and most of them two stories high. They have small windows and look something like our bungalows. The city has cement sidewalks and streets like our modern cities, The king's palace is located on the lake and it is made of white granite blocks. It is plain, being only a square building, and it contains about six hundred rooms. I went for a boat ride one night, the water was smooth and still. The palace was all lighted up, you could see everything as plain as day, although the night was dark. When I left Stockholm, I went to Gotenberg, a notable seaport and pleasure resort which lies in the hilly part of Sweden. The buildings were extremely high, being five stories and made of stucco. The windows were opened by pushing them out. They had a great number of beautiful parks in Gotenberg. The streets were narrow and straight. From G-otenberg I went to Seffle, a little town in the hills of central Sweden. Although small, this town has a great deal of trade. The people have automobiles, but think it is nicer to ride in carriages. They dress in clothes of bright colors, which are of the best quality, and the women either wear scarfs or hats all the time. They have stone roads and cement side- walks. Seffle has many boulevards with bright red and blue iiowers on either side of the road. Their houses are mostly made of wood painted white, others also are made of stucco and three stories high. The railroad stations of this city are built of brick and are in best modern style. Their hotels are also famous for their very good meals and their cleanliness. There is a large river which passes this place, so we took a boat to our next stopping place, Khil. Khil is a little village of remarkable beauty. If you want to see the home life of the people, go to the village. The roads are not paved, they have no sidewalks but paths. The houses are either all red or white and one story in height. They are built of boards laid on iiat and have no porches but stoops. They contain about five rooms and always have a brick fire place which is made like a stove. They have no beds, but couches which open like davenports. They have rooms especially for their spinning and sewing. When they sweep their rooms, they get branches of bushes in the Woods and tie them together. They use lamps of various kinds somewhat like ours. The women wear home spun dresses, and they always have scarfs on their heads. They have bright waists and dark skirts, and almost always wear aprons. Their shoes are home made, something like our shoes but heavier. The men wear the same style and grade of clothes as the men do here in the villages. Each little village has a church and school house where the people go. The churches are made of wood and are painted white. They have benches and organs, also their little choirs, which are made up of old people as well as young. All come to church in same style of clothes they wear every day, only of better quality and more carefully made. The schools where the children go are like our country schools only they teach the Bible as one of the sub- jects. It is certainly a picturesque sight to see the children go down the road between the trees on their way to school. Rodlanda, the name given to the farm which I visited, was of considerable size. The house was made of wood and painted white, and it had seventeen rooms. All around the house was an orchard and in the front they had a boule- vard. They had summer houses made of trees, inside of which were benches and tables. They also had cellars away from the house in which they kept milk, potatoes and vegetables. These cellars were shaped like beaver, and the ceiling was made of brick. There was a large hill near by which was covered by a forest where we used to go to pick berries. They are prohibited from cutting