Sapulpa High School - Sapulphan Yearbook (Sapulpa, OK)

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I, Lester Mallory, leave my place as lover to the memory of the townspeople. I, Marion Murphy, leave to Georgia Win-get my “Wie Der Deutsche Spricht.” I, Edward Mars, leave my chewing gum to the Chemistry Laboratory, that it maybe preserved in alcohol. I, Florence Parsons, leave my typewriter to the first one who gets it. I, Milford Reed, leave all my motorcycle books, and otherwise, to Mr. Flack. Note: “He may do as he sees fit with them”— Reedy. I, Fay Reece, leave my American History to Jim Farrel, as she has more need for it than I. I, Earl Tankersley, leave my little handbook on “Teasing the Girls” to Mr. Flack and Mr. White, jointly. I, Frances White, leave to Blanche Purcell my ability to get exempt from finals. I, Marie Vaughn, leave to the incoming Freshies of this mid term my grades, as I no longer need them, (that is, after graduation). I, Thelma Carleton, leave my cynical disposition to Naomi Trotter.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT E, the Senior Class of 1916, do hereby bequeath, as we are of sound mind and otherwise able to take care of our own affairs, to the next Senior Class, all our dignity, honor and sense of humor. To the beginning Fresh-ies, our Iodine Bottle and instructions for use thereof. To the Sophs, our power to bluff the Faculty and get exempt in those E-X-A-M-S (?). To the Juniors of next year, our most exquisitely pleasant manner and bearing. To. Mr. Erdman, our sunshiny nature and freedom of speech. We leave one-half of our essays behind to be read by future generations that they may know how exceedingly brilliant we were. The other one-half we will, willingly, allow to be used as fire kindlers (trusting that they are not too rank for that). We most joyfully leave to the next Physics Class our note books, as we have no further use for them. Thus, we, the aforesaid Class of said school, do hereby leave the above-mentioned articles. This, the 13th day of school year, in the presence of competent witnesses, we sign this legal compact. THE SENIOR CLASS. Witnesses: MUTT. JEFF. PERSONAL WILLS I, Beatrice Boyd, leave to Hazel Stallard my honored place as representative of the Delphian Society, in the vocal contest. I, Marie Cobb, leave to May Scott, my Deutsch books. I, Elizabeth Conley, leave to the entire Junior Class my many seats in the assembly. I, Blanche Carey, leave to Merle Harrison my calmness, as she is much in need thereof. I, Stanley Cohagan, leave to Walter Burgess my honored position as President of the Athletic Association. I, John Cantrell, leave to Daniel Brown my debating capacity. I, Raymond Cowman, leave my poetic (?) ability to Joe Bruner that he may get on better with the Faculty. I, Howard Fox, leave to William Irwin my, or part of, tenor voice, that it may amuse the study hall next year. I, Minnie Geraghty, leave to the next Senior Class my English books, for they will do me no good. I, David Hilles, leave to Watson Wise my foolishness and my dainty laugh. I, Robert Holzemer, leave my love for English to Walter Wilson. I, Burnett Jones, leave my superfluous flesh to Bob Marion. He needs it. I, Lucile Johannes, leave my position as Glee Club pianist, to Ruth Moulder. I, Sigmund Katz, leave my grin to Leslie Rawden, that he may escape my fate at the hands of the girls. I, Margaret McFann, leave my nack at whispering to Elizabeth Gillett, that she may join the “Balled Out” Club. I, Marjorie Miller, leave my fiery nature to some bashful Freshie. I. Mary Muchmore, leave my pleasant disposition to the Freshies to relieve their embarrasment.

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ro THE SENIORS FROM A FRESHMAN In the year of 1913 There came to Sapulpa High A class not large in number, With the motto, “live, not die.” They worked their way up to the top With an everlasting will. They had determination, A trait that’s hard to kill. They’re now the highest of our school, To us they are very dear. But the saddest part is yet to come, They leave our midst this year. They leave to go out in the world, Returning not again. They’ll think of dear Sapulpa; Of how it looked to them. Farewell, you faithful Seniors; We wish you all long life: May it be a life of happiness, And not a life of strife.