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THE BLUE, AND GOLD, '17. 77
NOTES ON OUR FACULTY.
NAME HOME
Mr. Rather Elkton, Mich.
Mr. Howard Ann Arbor, Mich.
Miss Krogen Ludington, Mich.
Miss Davidson Hubbell, Mich.
Miss Fitch Ludington, Mich.
Mr. Williams Princeton, Mo.
Miss Hall Dexter, Mich.
Miss Owens Lake Linden, Mich
Miss McElhinney Hubbell, Mich.
Miss Adgate Ionia, Mich.
ALMA MATER CAME HERE
University of Michigan 1916
University of Michigan 1913
Kalamazoo College 1915
University of Michigan 1916
Kalamazoo College 1916
University of Michigan 1916
University of Michigan 1916
Gregg Business College 1908
Columbia University 1916
Ann Arbor School of Music 1916
Mr. Rather.
Ruler of our High School life, Friend in need and time of strife. You sit behind the office door
And talk to "Flunkers" about their score.
When our class you conic to see, All try to show how bright are we. But that feeling's never new, Mr. Rather here's to Miss Krogen.
She knows her Latin and German book So well that she never has to look. Or even take one tiny peek
The way we do when we have to sneak. Composer of our High School song, Happy as the day is long.
Joyful as bird that ever flew,
Hail, Miss Krogen here's to you.
Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard's our favorite one,
He's all there when there's some fun Always willing your joys to share, And our grief with us he'll hear. Idol of each school girl's mind, The boys all try to be his kind. Ever patient. good, and true,
Mr. Howard here's to you.
Miss Fitch.
Guardian of our little tots,
And the children love her lots. She's the freshmen's helpful guide, They are ever at her side.
As a friend, she's near and dear, Ever willing your side to hear. She's the dearest girl that grew, Hail, Miss Fitch.—here's to you.
Miss Davidson.
Shakespeare and Milton she wants us to read.
We shall be glad when from them we are freed.
Chaucer, his knights, and the rest of his group,
Should stay where they are, for they give us the croup.
In spite of these failings there's much to commend.
In classical lines she our taste tries to bend.
She is the one of our favorite few, Miss Davidson. here's to you.
Miss Hall.
What can we learn in three minutes we say?
But that is as long as you let us stay. As o'er the wide assembly room, You watch for some habit of ours to groom.
You are so modest and sweet and shy, Our hearts to you quite quickly fly. Have we given you any clue?
It is Miss Hall, and here's to you. Lill. H., 1917.
Miss Owens.
Experience has taught her many things,
About this world and its little flings. If we succeed in life, we know. Much to this teacher we surely will owe.
Many she's started on life's journey far,
To many she's been the guiding star. Oh, we will cling to her like glue, Faithful Miss Owens, here's to you.
Miss Adgate.
Singing ever. fast then slow, Whether she likes it we do not know. Only this.—we love to hear,
Her sweet notes, so soft and clear. Tapping the time with her little baton, The back of the front seats along. Gaily we'll sing her praises through, Hail. Miss Adgate, here's to you.