Ottumwa High School - Argus Yearbook (Ottumwa, IA)

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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.

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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 HISTORY Miss Bardwell was the mother of the schoole, For she with gentle hand and smiles did rule. Miss Matson fair did by her fertile braine, The Middlers’ stupid minds in German trnine. But now of our class doings will 1 telle, Which we all did carry off both wise an well. For one fair day a class meet did we holde, And chose for President young Lathrop holde— Miss Foster was the next one on the role. Who was on kindness bent and breadth of soule. Miss Messenger our chronicles did holde, And of our many thoughts and doings tolde. Paul Stolz our money and our bank note held. Which all our longings for enjoyment quelled. For on the twenty-fourth of that Aprille We all did wend our way straight up the liille, Where we did find a 1906 class party, And all in joyful spirits well and hearty, Here did we find the house all nice an cleane, Dressed in our fresh class colors white an greene. We all did spend an evening full of funne. An then at twelve we all did homeward roame, When each an all had said a merry toaste 'l'o Mr. Merrill, our most genial hoste; And so in peace and quiet passed the year, An for another one, will 1 stop here. —Mary Sila Colt, ’06. MIDDLE YEAR On a pleasant day in early falle, Vc Middlers marched into the learning ha lie Of studie took we most care and most heede. t We spak not oo word more than was neede. We chose wise Margaret leader of us alle, And a verry good tyme we always lmdde. One stormy night in late December, A night fill wel we all remember 'l'o Pauline’s lious our merry wey we wende, At last arrived at our journey's ende, We spent a jolly evening with good cheere; Our merry laugh resounded fro’ far and neare. At a. late hour the happy crowd departe, And thanked their hostess with all their harte. , Next about a lawn party wol I telle.