Wapakoneta High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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ODE TO THE TEACHERS - 3 ,- At the head of our High School we hold so dear We have Mr. Nardiin whom we ne’er do fear; Our Principal then, comes next in line Mr. Menschel, by name, we like him just fine. In Civics, and English and History too All of our knowledge to Miss Gabriel is due. Miss Howell’s sense of duty can ne’er be surpassed Her mood we well knew by the glances she cast. Mr. Y. Lee Swaidner in athletics excels He’s our coach and victory he always spells. When Miss Wintzer’s around she always gives cheer She teaches the language of Latin so dear. In English IV we greet with a smile Miss Campbell’s lessons which are long as a mile. One sense of duty she never does shirk That is Miss Caldwell who is always alert. Miss Schmidt, our teacher as quiet as a mouse, She knows everything about keeping a house. Then French or Francais as Miss Postle would protest She says it in French and we do our best. In our department of business that is so well known Mr. Xott does his duty, lack of work never shown. There is Miss Dakin who is always true blue Just a sweet disposition is all that she knew. Mr. Edmonds who is our architect great His position he fills without a mistake. Mr. Wiley’s the name of instructor on land He tells them the difference between sawdust and sand. Mr. Goodman, the teacher of science so deep, Took the place of Mr. Zeiders, who left us to weep. Last but not least, and well liked by all Miss Mytinger’s mighty though she is very small. F. A.—K. K.

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CLASS POEM --eg,- Just as every true tneriean Loves the dear red, white and blue. Thus the members of our Senior Class Hold the class of ' 22 . Four years have we struggled and labored To attain this well earned fame. Each year was a little bit harder But we buckled right down just the same. But though we have toiled and labored Still we did not think all was hard work. For our school days were filled up with pleasures, Though our duties we never did shirk. A word such as “can’t” we knew not And success was our one greatest aim, W e feel that we’ve all been rewarded For taking our part in the game. Our days that are best are now over W ith regret we must leave them behind And go out to life’s great battle To accomplish the tasks we’re assigned. With success we will meet many hardships We will bear them as we have been taught. We will fight, we will work, we will battle, I ' ntil they are brought down to naught. And now to our dear old High School W ' e will raise a song of cheer, With hopes that extend to the future And mem’ries of our school days so dear. FLORENCE ABE KATHRYN KOLTER