Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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THE BOOMER. 1014 MARIE GERLACH Secretary of Dramatic Club, Chorus. “Her pencil was striking, resistless and grand: Her manners were gentle, complying and bland.” Our talented member. She is proficient in art, story writing and poetry. She is distinguished by her staccato giggle, and her lofty ambitions. KLEBER FOSTER Football '13, Basketball ’12, ’13. ’14, Captain ’14, President of Athletic Association, Debating Club, Science Club, Chorus. “I never with important air in conversation overbear; My tongue within my lips I reign, for one who talks much must talk in vain.” He has a quiet, determined air. Longs for war in order that he might show his skill in helping the fallen.” JENNIE HAYES Story Tellers’ Club, Chorus. “Resolved to play fair, to speak true.” A young lady who does her duty and has strict ideas of propriety. She will take up kindergarten work which, for her, seems a wise choice of a profession.

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THE BOOMER, 1014 HOWARD COX Basketball ’13, ’14, Football ’13, Manager of Football, High School Play T3, ’14, Band, Chorus and Quartet, Business Manager of Annual, Dramatic Club. “The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.” Enjoys himself most in the company of the girls. A renowned athlete. He expects to enter the ministry, but failing in that, he will enter upon a stage career. His motto is “If nobody can toot your horn as well as you can, do it vourself.” JENNIE IRWIN “She is neither scholarly or wise, But O, her heart is wondrous tender.” Story Tellers’ Club. She is inclined to take life too seriously and live too much in the past. She intends to take up a business career, for which her ability, industry, and good sense will be of great help to her. GLADYS SHELLHART Chorus, Story Tellers' Club. “Her modest looks a cottage might adorn. Sweet as the primrose that peeps beneath the thorn.’ Quiet and unassuming in manner, she doesn’t aspire to a public career, but believes that the home is where woman finds her true sphere.

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THE BOOMER, 1914 CLASS POEM There comes to us many recollections. As we meditate o’re and o’re, On things that are only reflections, Of things that will come no more. We see a touch of sadness In even the sun’s bright rays. When we think of leaving High School In only a few more days. We think of the years of pleasure That now are nearing their close. And a sort of longing comes o’re us. Which only the student knows. Once more we are verdant Freshmen. Happy Sophomores or Juniors gay. But we’ll never feel like Seniors Even on Commencement day. But, plain is the truth before us, And truly our parting is nigh. Yet, we’ll ever think of our High School As the years go rolling by. James Young ’14.