Ottumwa High School - Argus Yearbook (Ottumwa, IA)

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CLASS HISTORY Instead of her we had Miss Bryden kind, And for Miss Mills, Miss Phelps did teach the mind. And now T troue that my poor work is done, I leave the rest for a much better one. —Harold A. Lynch. SENIOR YEAR As passed veer by yeer, and daye by daye, We ’gan to realize how shorte our stave, How soone we’d our four years course yronno, Tho’ when in 1904 we firste begonne, Our schole life seemed longe to wende; O nevere coude we abyde the ende! Put pricketh us teachers in our corages Then longened we to goon our pilgrimages, In felowshipe, to reache the '06 goale, (Everichon hadde to worke with herte and soule). Certain tyme does goon and chaunges make; The Senior month? made each Prep? quake. Lowninge in his sentence was his speeche, Of studie and mannere he much coude teclie, By oon assent, for ruler over alle, Was chose Will Cushing, who, tho' he were smalle, Hem wolde he snibben, if they make noise, And brate upon the deske for the boys, Ye may well understone the desire, For jollitee, as muche did they tire Of hokes and of dignity so greete. Lo at the home of Spilman’s dide they meete, In compaigne. Greet chere our hoste gave, And everichon a so vernier to save. Lamente was greete when one was assiste, And trewly the mirthe ever was of beste. After sondrv sesons, it was sevde, “At Doctor leaker’s wille we have a spreade.” It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke, Of alle deyntees that one coude thinke. Many a speehe more parfit ne’ coude be, Especiale seyde by the facul tee. One daye a whispered rumor goon aboute “Class priviledges were ours withoute a doubte.” One’s eyen twinkled in his head aright, Each visiage beemed withe greet delyte,

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CLASS HISTORY When we bade farewell to the ’05 classe. Forsooth it was a glorious somer night. The yard was decked with lanterns bright, But notheless whiles I have time and space, Me thinketh it accordount to resoun. To tell you all the condicioun How Professor Roberts in the singing lede. “ O On the occasioun so wel he warbled, That he wonne the prize which was righte. All rejoiced because it gave him such deliglite, Thus with amusements fill pleasaunt and ful gay, All too soon the tyme had quickly passed away; So endeth the worthy Middlers grand career. Now wol you hear about our Senior year. —Grace Coughlin. JUNIOR YEAR When nineteen-three its course hadde runne, I nto September with its liote sonne, Our scole vere once now began, And to High Scole many scolers ran. The classe nineteen six were preps no mor, Now Juniors were they to the very core; Eck, many teachers, nigh one-half a scor, Had lefte even us the year before, But then Professor Roberts did we see Come principal of High Scole to be. And these were present from some part the land. Miss Chamberlin, Miss Smith and Miss Belland; Came Mister Emery, sciences to teach. And Mistress Harrison gave songs to each. Soon at a meeting of the class did we Choose Greenleaf Merrill, president 10 be, And Arthur Lowenberg, vice president; For secretary was Miss Bohe sent, And Katie McAloon our cash did keepe. Then on a night, with plesure deepe, It was October twentie-two, we went Our way to Foster’s mansion and there sent Our every care away. Another night Beheld at Leinliauser’s every manner wight. Our joy was tempered by one sad ray, Miss Nye had left us (Oh, sad to say);

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CLASS SONG We hadde notte long to waite, untille, Mr. Roberts seyd, “I wol thy hist fulfille.” The grete effect! Swich joy and happiness! I can not plevnly tell, 1 muste confesse Now right anon we inette for a laste, Asseniblee. So on the water’s vaste (?) Kverichon deepe on plesaunce bente, Lingered till the nighte far was spente, And eek the Middlers served us atte beste; Right well I woote there was much mirth and geste, n ■ Muche sorwe there does lurk in eache herte, From friends and teachers kind, we must departe; We yiehle oure place, but memories deare, Well ofte recall within the future veere. —Mary K. (hirner. Class Song In the glow, the glow of an Autumn, Whose memory lingers still. Our high school’s happy career In these halls had its birth. And the events of these years We will never, never forget: “ 7 Friendship, Kindness, Knowledge, All its joys and all its worth. Chorus:—All hail to each, each comrade true, W hose smiles have cheered, have cheered us onward, Ken while the goal was but a dream Success has been our watch ward. Hail! O. H. S. Jn the love, the love of our comrades Sturdily we onward go— Tho our hearts be heavy at parting, Joy will be in the years, we know. , True we’ll stand to our motto, forever Always lie—not seem to Ik» To the green and white of the clover Our symbol—swear loyalty. (Last Stanza)—“Hail 1906.”