Wauseon High School - Chief Yearbook (Wauseon, OH)

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The 6172211 mth Qiulit Who are these lovely ladies fair, Those men with looks so boldg Why do they as their emblem wear The famous Green and Gold? We are the class of '17 Four years ago we came, Our banner is the Gold and Green Unconquerable our name. Our deeds, in full, I would relate But have not time or space HoWe'er 'tis well decreed by fate That Seniors set the pace. As Freshmen, first our heroes chose As leaders of the iiock A lad, who now as Captain shows That he is sure some Doc. We gave a Fresh. reception next And placed Ted in the chair A certain purchase made us vext-- We stopped our dues right there. As Juniors, Herculean Paul The task of leader meets, We star in both the field and hall, And give '16 some eats, As Seniors, we assert our rights, Our final year begins, And after many wholesome fights Take rings instead of pins. On Hallowe'en, we took the prize For niftiest stunt and play The reason you will realize , When Sylvia comes in May. Thus ends the tale of '17, The Class renowned in fame, Who leave behind a slate that's clean, Who still can play the game. Here's to the health of our colors bold Here's to the health of the Green and Gold And when these colors must fade and pass, While sadness succeeds our mirth, May they set, as a golden sunset O'er the hills of the verdant earth.

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PAUL SPADE EZRA RASTUSU English Course Baseball I-2-3-4. Captain 3-4. Track Team 3-4. Basketball Trainer 4. Boy's Glee Club. Hiizh School Chorus. Athletic Editor Chic-f. A man who is not afraid to say his say. whole town's AUDREY German Swanton High I. Dmmcsthenian Society 2 Orpheus Club 3-4. liil'l's A. ft. 3-4. Bluebird Dramatic Club Girls Glen Club 4. High School Chorus 4. Pains of love Than :Ill other 1 though a against him. L. REED Course 4. are swcctvr far mic HSIIYU4 ure. The bgnninx bS1JDZIii5 A feeling of sadness and sorrow Oppresses my soul tonight As I think of you dear high school In my sad and hasty flight, I am leaving a home and Alma Mater Whose mcmory can never depart But will be embedded by love and memory Into the very depths of my heart. When age has whitened my locks And my back with toil is bent, Like some ship in the storm of life Whose sail by the winds is rent, When I hear the voices callimz. To the land of Peace and Rest, I will think of you dear High School As the author of what I love best. L F J

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