Ypsilanti High School - Ypsi Dixit Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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We find that the members of our class owe much of their womanliness and manliness to the teachings of Prof. DeForrest Ross. Rumor has from time to time married off the Misses of our faculty, but all has been disannointment except in the case of Miss Margaret Gilbert. The rest of the maiden instructors have given us the benefit of their maiden speeches, which I hope and trust will bear golden fruit in the future. Miss Lindquist, our devoted Preceptress, having no desires along the matrimonial line has decided to go abroad, leaving with the students a pleasant memory of school life. The memory of each and every instructor will be cherished as a part of our better selves with each returning thought of the Alma Mater. With the purple and white floating above us, emblems of things good, true and pure, we stand ready to go forth to life’s battle, the motto on our standard ever being ‘‘Numquam Retror- sum’’— Never Backward.”

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Ka-zik-ka-la, and end with Rip-zip-naught-four without a break, we considered ourselves fairly established as members in good standing. The proverbial armful of books to gloat over was ours and also the envy of seeing the wise Seniors go by with one book over which they were making strange mutterings. As Sophomores I find we were put in verse thus: “Strutting proudly like a peacock, Brimming full of pride, Looking down and shunning All the Freshmen tribe.” Our motto, ““Numquam Retrorsum”—‘‘Never Backward” — had been lived up to admirably. We were well represented in the athletic department and our members helped to swell the number of the Sigma Gamma Kappa and the Beta Nu Sororities and the Estabrook Fraternity. We were still the greatest numerically and were making great strides along social and literary lines. 3 Our Junior year found us ready to boast, for one of our num- ber had actually heard one of the Faculty say, in confidence to a friend, that the Class of ’04 was the brightest class in school and the readiest to grasp a situation. The floating of our class colors, the purple and white, over the Seniors of the Class of 03 bore testimony to the same. During this year many changes were made in the school faculty, due largely to the death of Superintendent Austin George, in whose death the school met with a blow which for a time made it stagger in its onward course. The reins of govern- ment were however very ably taken up by William B. Arbaugh, who was our principal at the time of the death of Prot. George. The name of DeForrest Ross, who has been with us during the entire four years, will be borne away with a feeling of sacred- ness by the Class of 1904, and especially by the members of it who have the pleasure of calling themselves E'stabrooks.

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Class Poem ’Q4. LUCILE ESTHER BROWN. Friends, classmates, and instructors, With mingled joy and sorrow, We meet this class-day night, F’er entering life’s to-morrow. Since taking up our course, Four pleasant years we've spent, Four years of earnest work, Still a time of merriment. Of clubs we have our share,. The Estabrook and Beta Nu, Austin George Debating Club, Sigma Gamma Kappa, too. M. Cook, our singer great, Is great in other things, He really has more girls, Than the number of songs he sings. There’s C. Arnot, that maiden Whose heart by a Hunter was caught ; She tried to dodge Love’s dart, But her plannings were for naught. Nor must we pass by those Who fame for the class have gained, Marian George and Ruth Densmore On the stage have our standard maintained. Ethel Doane and Lulu Dean Midnight oil have burned ofttimes, Jessie Phelps by this same means A star in our class now shines. La Vern Ross and Bertha Hutson As polished musicians appear ; Also Reah Pew, our orator, Of whose fame we often hear.