Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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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.

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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, 1914 CLASS PROPHECY On a beautiful day in early autum, Sylvette Klein, the stage favorite, sat on her vine covered veranda, enjoying to the utmost, the surrounding peaceful scene. She had been spending her vacation on her Oklahoma ranch and now it was almost time for her to return to the city where she was eagerly awaited by the devotees of the footlights. As she thus sat there, her thoughts reverted to the scene of her school days, for in the neighboring city of Woodward, she had attended High School and so this place was very dear to her as it recalled so many scenes of joy and hope before her ambition had been realized. Because of these associations she had decided to spend her vacation on her ranch and forget for awhile, the difficulties and even the satisfaction of a successful career. But while she mused on things past, she was interrupted by the purr of an aero-car, and, looking up, she beheld two familiar faces. As the car alighted who should step out but her old schoolmates, James Young and his wife, Gladys, reminders of the far away High School days. Ethyle—for this was her real name—delightedly led her guests within the house where explanations, questions and reminiscences were indulged in until dinner was announced. During the conversation it was made known that James had become the proprietor of the Del Plaza Hotel at Panama City. He had become quite successful in the hotel business, having risen from the rank of waiter to that of owner of the largest hotel in the canal district. The question finally arose concerning the other members of the class of 1914 of W. H. S. Said James, “Of course you all remember Harold, he with the motto, “Silence is Golden,” which he never followed. He was with us last year in Panama gathering data for his latest problem novel, “The Ninth Sense.” “More likely to be ‘nonsense’ than ‘ninth’ sense,” interrupted Ethyle, “but I thought that I read of his losing his eyesight after he had solved the problem of the high cost of living.” “Yes, that is true,” said James, “and now they have taken a villa down in the Andes in the American colony where he is resting, and Jennie—you remember he married Jennie Irwin—is wearing herself out waiting upon him and preparing his last book for the publishers.” “They always were devoted, even at school,” replied Gladys. “Now let me read you some clippings that I have collected while traveling during theatrical seasons,” said Ethyle. “Here is one about Mary. You recollect that she never could become interested in the classics and always went in for athletics. Listen: ‘Paris, Feb. 8.—Mile. Maria White, the American “Queen of the Arena,” has just signed with M. Krausnark to appear for the coming season in his ‘Hippodrome,” at the largest salary ever paid to a woman performer.’ ” “Oh, I saw her perform last winter,” exclaimed Gladys, “she’s wonderful.” “Of course you haven’t forgotten Earl,” resumed Ethyle, “but did you know he was in this country?” ‘New York, June 30.—A recent arrival on the “Wizzly Wu Air Line,” was Dr. Earl Griffis, of Heidelberg University. Dr. Griffis has recently distinguished himself by his discovery of the fourth dimension and his visit is antcipated with great interest, as he will lecture at all the leading universities while on this trip.’ “Isn’t that a strange paragraph to be reading about our old blass beau ?