Ottumwa High School - Argus Yearbook (Ottumwa, IA)

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CLASS OF 11)00, (). U. S. CLARA SAX. Here’s dear, dimpled happy-head Dan She offends neither fish, fowl nor man; She’s a tram, sure enough, And she’s made of the stuff, That suits everyone. Long live her clan! PAUL STOLTZ. Before you is our “Midget”—Paul In athletics he leads them all. He marshals the play, And is ‘‘right there” alwav. And you just ought to see him play ’ hall. GOLDEN STONE She’s not hard, tho her name is Stone; Her voice has an exquisite tone. She’s a singer of price, And won’t it be nice When she’s famous, “I knew her” own. FRED TROST Next is Frederick, otherwise “Dutch.” He talks little, but he says much. With his confident air. He is always right there When you need him. For help there's none such. FLORENCE WALKER Our (littlest (smallest) Florence, you see, Whose as pretty and sweet as she can be; What if she’s rather shy? Just wait ’till bye and bye, For her heart some day you’ll find the key. ETHEL WATSON. This is Ethel, our first honor maid. Of hard work she is not afraid; She works with a vim And goes in to win. We hope she’ll ne’er be dismayed.

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CLASS OF 1906, (). H. S. PAULINE MESSENGER. Before you is mischievous Polly, She’s gay arid she‘s good and she’s jolly; She always is busy— ’Twould make one quite dizzy To follow her in search of folly. MARIE MULLER. This is our little German girl, Whose hair is wavy, though not in curl; She’s dainty and sweet, And also neat. And true banners she unfurls. HAROLD SPILMAN Reader, pause! Tis the venerable Doc! His lips lie’s unable to lock, His sayings are wise, But his hearers all rise, When of long words lie’s taken a stock. HELEN OSLER. Here is Helen, a studious lass, She has no trouble to pass; You’re astonished to know, That she likes Cicero, But she’s the brighest star of each class. ETHEL PALMER. Here’s Ethel, a student of repute, One really could not call her mute. She'll laugh and talk all day, But no matter what you may say Her giggle is certainly cute.

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CLASS HISTORY HERE BEGINNETH THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1906, OTTUM- WA HIGH SCHOOL PREP CLASS When that September with its leaves browne, Engaged in a dance o’er all the towne, And for the summer and the greenness gone, We hear the birds their farewells chirp at dawne, Twas their on one delightful autumn daye That lads an’ lassies fair did wend their waye To that Ottumwa High School large an' greate, Where all did try into their stupid pete, A bit of goode learning there to place, To make them strong and nice for the race Of life and destiny and fame to winne, And not to yield to teni| er and to sinne; With even large and rowide did they gaze I’pon the strong sounds and sights an’ place. Each Prepy small did feel within his breaste That he did longen much to join the reste, And be a reg’lar member of the schoole, And not to make himself a reg’lar foole; Because he was so ignorant and greene, And not to stumble and to make a scene. Beside the scholars many, there were teachers, Some large, some small and others plain of features. The principal was then a Mr. Peirce, Who was, the scholars thought, cpiite strict and fierce. There was a Mr. Wetzil then I troue, And many funny stories did he knowe. Then Miss Nye there was so tall and fine and stately, Who did the scholars, English teach sedately. Miss llinsey, now a wife, then did teaclie The little '00’s then so very meeke, The different rules and Latin conjugations, Which caused the smalle preps much consternation.