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

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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.

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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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And one truly great mathematician We claim in this class of four naught, Erman Scott, who by hard working, Has won the place he sought. But if you’re in need of a pony, Una Arnot might have one for sale, They’re of excellent stock, I assure you, And if properly trained will not fail. Nat Braley once went to Mt. Clemens, To a ball game, at least, so I read; That night a ball they had, And Nat had a girl ’tis said. Ethel Fair, it is useless to mention, Of Max Peet is exceedingly fond, And Max gives his whole heart’s attention To sealing and keeping this bond. For younger boys ’tis sad, Emma Childs this school now leaves, For, pitying each Freshman green, His affections she receives. If e’er a true maxim there was. To Blanche this would apply, Not by her deeds she'll be known, But by her laugh and her sigh. Tho’ M. Strang and Susan Smith Yet as sisters are not seen, The prospects are they will be And that e’er long, I ween. The Vorces, the diminutive, Their knowledge needs no mention, Edna’s science and Helen’s love For language claims attention. Nina Olds, tho’ seemingly Extremely cold and coy, Is seldom seen these days Unless she’s with some boy. When we call to mind Miss Dolby, Then a Junior lad we see; For he’s nearly always with her, And I’m sure they must agree. Of Miss Jones we'd not expect it, Ne’ertheless ’tis a well known fact, Where Edith is there is Harry, And for company, she’s never lacked.