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

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Senior Class History educators are agreeing that school is not only a place to learn to live, but is life itself. And thus we think as we look back over four years of high school. Our pleasures, our trials, our achievements, and our dis- appoi ntment—how clearly they rise before us. The lessons learned, the friendships made, these things form a part of our lives which we could not discard even if we wished. 4 used to be said that school was merely a preparation for life; now When the class of twenty-one first entered the High School building in September, 1917, we heard with surprise the upper classmen’s plaint (to which future years were to accustom us) “The Freshmen get smaller and greener every year.” Some of us may have been small, but green, never! At least we were quite sure that we did not show it. After some experience with the directions of the more or less well- meaning upper-classmen we finally found ourselves settled in our proper rooms, where we were taken in hand by Miss Steere, Miss Lich, and Miss Gieske. We all felt quite acclimated after attending the Freshmen reception, where the Seniors kindly provided us with clothespins for dolls; and after a chapel exercise in which the different organizations of the school were explained we were ready for anything. At our first class meeting we decided to declare for ““woman’s rights” by electing Phyllis Clifford president. Later we chose green and white for our | class colors. We Freshmen made no startling record in athletics, although on one memorable occasion our basketball boys did beat the Seniors. Our youthful debaters were promptly silenced by the Sophomores; and our only points gained toward the much-longed-for cup were the five obtained when Robert Perry won second placéd in the oration contest. We do, however, claim distinction on the score that we had, in our ranks, Camilla Strang, the only girl in Ypsilanti, and we think in Michigan, to win one of the Boys’ Workng Reserve badges, bestowed the next fall. The memories of our Freshman year are intermingled with those of war work. We remember the conservation appeals and smileage book campaign, the Liberty Day parade, in which we Freshmen represented the colonists, the day when German was banished from school with a bon-fire of text- 21

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Seuinr Class Characteristics Marion Richardson—All a wonder and a wild desire. Ronald Nissly—And here I let time slip for naught. Niss. Eimory Carpenter—I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do. Carp. Christine Schultz—To love her was an easy task. Flossa Earl—Shadow of annoyance never came near thee. Fred Bergin—And, Oh, how he could play. Bergie. Jennings Carter—That friend so true. Esther Woolsey—A virgin, fair and good. Edna Hopkins—Earth’s noblest to thy name belong. Ruth Sherwood—With every charm that wins the heart by nature given. Mer'on Ross—There’s many a black eye, but none like mine. Rolland Perrine—He had that merry glance that seldom lady’s heart resists. Rol. Dorothy Olmstead—After all, women are weather-cocks. Dot. Austin Perrine—To spend too much time in studies is sloth. Aus. Fred Williamson—Hail to the chief. Teddy. | Vivian Smith—I am full of pleasure—let us be jocund. Viv. Fred Hopkins—Spirit of fire, prompt to ire. Hoppie. Doris Ross—The type of perfect womanhood. Wales Signor—What a great little man. Siggie. Mary Guile—I will pass each, see their happiness, and enjoy none. Helen Smith—The smile she softly uses fills the silence. Harold Reiman—He has done the work of a true man. Camilla Strang—Faith might for her mirror use her eyes. Paul Ward—I care not what they say. Helen Rorabacher—Beauty, goodness and knowledge are three sisters. Charles Alban—Heart so free and hand so strong. Chuck. Nancy Thomas—Merrily, merrily, on I go. Miriam Galley—Sirs, they know I speak the truth. Ruth Wyckoff—For I am not this day what’er I please. Rufus. Inez Watling—Life was not lent to us to be expended in idle mirth. Ada Boomer—The short of it. Skinny. Vernon Hopper—What hope or joy or fear is thine. Vern. Evelyn Boutell—On with the dance, let joy be unconfined. Evie. Glenn Emery—Was not life pressed down, running over with joy? Em. Helen Bunton—I rise up happy and content. Jewel Hart—If you would have a faithful servant serve yourself. Irene Burg—A lass of matchless mettle. Beanie. Alice Beal—Ai little body often harbors a great soul. Al. Glyn Holmes—It seems to me most strange that men should fear. Ceorge Haggarty—Impetuous, active, fierce and young. Hag. Lester Heywood—I am constant as the Northern star. Les. Ruth Luscombe—No thrush sings livelier from a spring-tide bush. Ruthie. Grace Challis—You created the best of the best. Edward Mosher—Was ought ever heard like his fiddle and him, Ed. Helen Coleman—The face, the air, the voice divine. eer oee a ares the world’ must love and fear him who I gift with my heart and hand. Robert Perry—A creature of heroic blood. Bob. Kenneth Youngs—A man of industrious life. Ken. Esther Field—The wind is blowing fiercely. Celestine Ratti—Patience wins the race. Winifred Fishbeck—How beauteous mankind is with such as she in it. Alan Witherspoon—Full many a lady I’ve eyed with best regard. Al. Burt Crippen—Thou shalt remain a friend to man. Cripp. Marjory Fisk—They say one should not take a woman at her first word. Gladys Freeman—A kindly smile to all she lent. Alexander Goetze—Can he keep himself still if he would? Al. Clara Button—She never errs. Gertrude Gerick—Worth what’s dearest to the world. Donald Lawrence—Thou hast no cares to chase thy rest. Don. Leonard Reiman—What have I with love to do? Florence Hiscock—Thou art a wild but kind girl. Morgan Wiard—With arms to strike and soul to dare. Morg,. Doris Hubble—What, blushing still? Have you not done talking yet? Dode. Don Yost—What makes the youth so bashful and so grave? Don. 20

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books, and we even remember the time when “the powers that be’ had to decree that knitting should not be brought to school. In may we found ourselves without a principal when Mr. Morris left to take up work in the camps with the Fosdick commission. As Sophomores we were glad to find ourselves housed all together in room 221. We elected Fred Bergin president, and decided that this year the other classes should realize that we were in their midst. Ruth Wyckoff started us off bravely by winning second place in the spelling contest, and Robert Perry again came second in oration, but after these victories we decided it would be kinder to give the cup to an older class. Aside from the class party, which was even better than the one we gave the year before, and our chapel exercise at which we entertained with a musical program, we stayed quite modestly in the background as befits under-classmen. In the fall many of our boys had gone into uniform and we felt quite like a military academy. Another innovation was the student council which was organized in the winter. This year our work was somewhat broken up, although school did not close, because of the influenza epidemic. In April we were glad to welcome our new principal, Mr. Piper, after having been without one for a year. When we again “trod the halls of learning,’ this time as flighty Juniors, we began to realize that our high school life was half over and we had still much to accomplish. We settled in rooms 203 and 205 and soon found that Phylli s Clifford and several other class-mates refused to stay with us, apparently liking the Seniors better. After electing Glen Emery president and backing him with an able staff we started in with the intention of really getting the cup, and, of course, the other classes found us invincible. We won points at basketball, spelling and oration, and also got third place in the essay contest. It was a proud day when we tied our green and white ribbons to the cup. On the program of our Junior chapel we find numbers which were a forerunner of treats which we have often enjoyed since, among them a violin solo by Edward Mosher and some selections by a ukulele quintet. In the spring we again changed principals, when Mr. Grimes took Mr. Piper’s place. At last we found ourselves in that much coveted room, 209. At our first Senior class-meeting we set an example of efficiency by not only electing our class officers: President, Fred Williamson; vice-president, Alice Beal; secretary, Ruth Wycoff, and treasurer, Rolland Perrine, but by also making plans for the Freshman reception. Football had again taken its place in school and our athletes began to 22 (