Western High School - Occident Yearbook (Bay City, MI)

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ibm' Cllnarh sinh Gram VVestern's teams are coached by Morris, He has made some fine teams for us. First they won in basketball- Deserving in credit is he for all. In base ball next he set them up. And sure enough, they won the cup. To coaching' a clean and snappy game He's built. up WVestern's glorious name. Stanley, VVestern's forward fast, Is in the game up to the last. In all athletics he's Won much fame, Because he always pTays the game. Soderstrom, just new this year, Has won from Western many a cheer. We like his work, his plays are fine, VVe hope he makes the base ball nine Toutant, our center, a man of great height, Is never contented unless in a fight. He's helped give others such defeat As ne'er before did they chance to meet. Pittsley, our guard. is known for speed, 1-'layers like he are in stories you read- VVestern's fans yell SauI! Sau'! Saul! As he darts here and there with the basketball. Hershey, a Cowboy. so big and strong, Has worked many wonders before the throng: He never flunks in any race, But meets his rivals face to face, So now to VVestern's coach and team I dedicate this little theme: Hear our wish: 'Tis you we hail, XVe hope that you will never fail. EVA NGELINE MATTE SON Uhr Qlartua Want Once when all the woods were green, There floated here a pretty stream, And o'er the stream had fallen logs Upon which sat the blinking frogs. Now the stream has ceased to flow, The reason why you soon shall know, Listen closely while I relate The story of the brook'et's fate. Once an Indian tribe lived near, And from this little stream so dear They carried water to be used For anything the redmen chose. To quench their thirst the redinen took The water from this sparkling brook. And warriors bold and children small Knew the water god the best of all. But to this scene one day there came A White man carrying in his train Some whisky which the redmen bought- They drank, they quarreled and then the They killed each other right and left, And of the children none were left. Every papoose fell the prey Of drunken redmen that awful day. But when the throng had quieted down, The whisky gone, they all were bound To seek the water from the brook Instead of what the white man took. But lo! the brook had disappeared, And in it.s place the earth had reared The cactus plant that now repays The White men for their awful ways. 73 y fought. ROSCOE SNYDER

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Elie Beriainn nf Mrs. lmratrrn high 0 6 RS. WESTERN HIGH had lived in West Bay City many years before KN, it became a part of Bay City. Her husband had died during the Spanish war, leaving her with a family of over one hundred and fifty children. Although many of these have left her, she has adopted enough more to make up a total of nearly three hundred. There are about a dozen of these who are older than the rest and who are their mother's chief advisers and look after their young brothers and sis- ters. They are called the faculty by most people. Mr. E. H. School, an old gentleman, lived on the opposite side of the Saginaw river years before Mrs. High came to Bay City. He was a proud and domineering fellow, but was never looking for any extra trouble. His wife died about a year ago leaving him with a larger family than Mrs. High had, up to this time. He had also a group, or faculty, to whom he went for advice. They' were well acquainted and friendly with Mrs. High's faculty. i Mr. School's faculty had advised him several times to marry as he needed someone to help him control his children. He thenlwent to Mr. Board O' Education for advice. Now, Eastern, he said. Calllng his client by his surname, I'll tell you what. You know my daughter, VVestern, has been a Widow for nearly eighteen years. She should have been married long ago. Vvhy not marry her? That's what I've been thinking of, but my children will never get along with her's. My boys never go to the W'est Side but wha.t they come back all battered up, said the old man. his brow wrinkling. However, said Mr. Board O'iEduca- tion, I think that we will be able to overcome this difllculty, and I think that when the two families are united there will be peace. You can build a new and modern home on our vacant property, corner Fourth and'Grant., large enough for all. I will go to see her at once. and without waiting for an answer Mr. Board O' Edu- cation donned his silk hat and leaving his client alone. left for the West Side. He took only a short while to tell his plan to his daughter, who listened in- tently and said nothing. She was disgusted and angry with her father and when he got through she began: VVhat do you think I am? Marry that old fogy? No, never! I could never marry a man I did not love. and my love was buried a long time ago. What kind of a step-,mother do you think I'd make to a bunch of boys who would come over in the dead of the night while I was asleep and smear my face with paint because they were celebrating a victory over my sons? How do you suppose my boys will be able to live with them ? she asked, her eyes fairly blazing with anger. I don't think that they will fight after they know each other and your chil- dren will be much better oft' in anew and modern liome instead of this old, rickety shack, that will probably be condemned by the tate inspector on his next visit here. Then what will you do ? Mrs. High hid her face in her hands and said nothing. VVhat could she say? VVhat could she do? She knew that her building would be condemned and there was none in the city kind enough to give her any money with which to build a new home, and she had none herself. Then she said. O, father. give me at least a week to decide. This is alto- gether too sudden. Her father consented, being softened by these words, but he was still determined. A whole week passed before Mr. O' Education came to see his daughter. He had made full plans with Mr. E. H. School, having seen that venerable gentle- man every day, even on Sunday. X He made his appearance at the front door bright and early in the morning. The faculty were in the room with their mother. Theyi had practically turned her head from the not-marrying side to the marrying, for the betterment of their brothers and sisters. They did all the talking for their mother and closed the deal that was to make Mrs. High the Wife of Mr. E. H. School, and the wedding was to take place as soon as the new home was finished. You really mean it? asked Mr. Board O' Education of his daughter, wishing to be fully assured. 1 Yes, answered his daughter, a. tear running idown each cheek. Last week, Mrs. High, still in a sorrowful mood, met the minister of her church who discussed the subject with her, saying that her father and the backer of Eastern High School' did not hurry and build the new home, she would be dead be- fore they got it and her children would be left. without any protection. i DEWEY MEYERS, '17. T , f ,dxf '72

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