Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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THE BOOMER, 1914 COMMENCEMENT WEEK PROGRAM Friday. May 22, 9:00 a. m., Annual High School Picnic. Sunday, May 21, 8:15 p. in.. Class Sermon. Monday, May 25, Exhibit Day. Tuesday, May 26, 8:15 p. in., Senior Play. Wednesday. May 27. 2:00 p. m., Class Day Program. Thursday. May 28, 8:15 p. in.. Commencement. Friday. May 29, 9:00 a, in., Last Chapel, Farewells and Issuance of Grades. Saturday, May 30, 2:00 p. m.. Decoration Day Program. SENIOR CLASS DAY PROGRAM Overture, “Northern Lights”.............................Weidt Senior Orchestra Story, “Hand Book of Hymen”................................O. Henry Elsie Gvvynn Vocal Duet, “O, That We Two Were Maying”................Nevin Pearl Burley, Faye Hayes Scientific Demonstration.................................Mary White Mellophone Solo, “Angel’s Serenade”.....................Braga Howard Cox Essay, “The Value of a High School Education”...Jennie Irwin Piano Solo. “Love's Caprice”..........................Heindel Jennie Hayes Class Oration....................................James Young Gavotte, “The Magician”.............................. Farrand Senior Orchestra INTERMISSION Piano Quartette, j A. “Faust”.................. B. “Gallop de Concert”...... Lena Willard Ethyle Forney Marie Gerlach Louise Gerlach Essay, “The Value of Inventions to History” Saxophone Solo, “The Palms”.................. Earl Griffis Story, “The Country Thou Gavest Me”........... Gladys Shellhart Violin Solo, March and Chorus from “Tannhauser” Harold Wakefield Gounod ..Mi lde Rosa Bubb ....Faure ....Anon Wagner Class Will...................................... Kleber Foster Tete A Tete, “In a Shady Nook”..........................Hildreth Senior Orchestra

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THE BOOMER, 1014 T wonder why he never married when he was always so popular with the girls?” said Gladys.” “Well, you remember he was disappointed in love years ago and had since given himself wholly to his work,” replied Ethyle. “By the way, wasn’t Elsie Gwynn Earl’s private secretary for several years?” asked James. “Why yes,” answered Ethyle, “but when I met her in Boston two years ago she told me she had decided that woman’s sphere was in the home and not in a musty old university, so she intended to give up her work just as she had attained success, and marry a widower who greatly needlv a mother’s care for his six children. “How foolish of her—but can you tell us what has become of Lena,” asked Cladys. “Yes, indeed,” exclaimed Ethyle,” “I must tell you about her. Last winter, while playing in San Francisco, I attended court several days purposely to see her. You remember how sympathetic Lena was, well, it seems she became a trained nurse and about four years ago she was acting as a special nurse to an old Spanish Grandee and the very day before he died they were married. He had great wealth and his relatives have been fighting for his fortune ever since his death. It really belongs to Lena and I think she will win. Oh, I forgot to say that her lawyers are Hayes Hayes, Jennie and Faye, you know.” “Yes, I believe I have heard of their being admitted to the bar,” said James. “Yes, they have risen in the profession and now have a large clientele,” said Ethyle. “What has become of Kleber,” asked Gladys. “Why,” replied Ethyle, “I had a letter from him recently in which he told of accepting an offer of the presidency of the University of Alaska. He also said he had persuaded Marie —you remember her as our class artist—to lecture at the university this winter. She is in great demand it seems as an art lecturer.” “I thought she married a count,” said Gladys. “She did marry Count Polunski, but, while playing aero-polo, he was killed and Marie has sought to forget her grief in her art.” I must say those girls haven’t had much luck—just listen to this: “New Orleans, June 10.—The ‘Gerlach Foundation’ was destroyed by fire early this morning, leaving 467 orphans homeless. Cause of fire thought to be spontaneous combustion in the attic. Great heroism was shown by the founder, Miss Louise Gerlach, who succeeded in saving the lives of all the inmates,” read Ethyle. “O my, what a shame. She took such pride in her asylum. It was such a comfort to her after her unfortunate matrimonial venture,” said Gladys. “I met Howard,” said Ethyle,” at the Durbar last year in India. He and Rosa have been doing missionary work there for years. Howard said he had accomplished wonders. Had lifted those natives out of the slough of despond in to civilization. He has now gone to IJaza, that inland city, that is just being opened to white people. He and Rosa intend to organize a Salvation Army there. Howard says that will uplift the heathen as nothing else can. “O here comes Pearl,” exclaimed Ethyle, “I suppose she wants to borrow some chicken feed. She comes over every few days to borrow something for her chickens. She has the largest chicken farm in the state and is getting rich.” “Has she a husband?” asked Gladys. “O yes,” murmured Ethyle, “but he does nothing but the housework. Sh! Here she is.”

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THE BOOMER. 1914 CLASS HISTORY It seems but yesterday that we, the class of 1914, entered upon our scholarly career as Freshmen. We started with twenty-two members in the little three-room High School building, in 1910. Most of us had been members of the class since the sixth grade, and so had learned to work together. This was the first class to show “class spirit.” and they succeeded in defeating all other classes in their class scraps for the first three years. In spite of being many times glued to seats and tied to trees, we Freshmen could not be kept down, but progressed steadily. At last our trials and tribulations as Freshmen were ended and we undertook new dignities as Sophomores. We now entered the new building. Several old faces were absent, but new ones took their places. In the class fights of the second year, we were again victorious. Rarely was the flag of a hostile class seen on the flag-pole, and never was a Sophomore flag removed but by the hands of the faculty. The middle of the second year the Geometry instructor was changed, much to our regret. Our Junior year opened with the addition of several new members, among whom was the quiet, studious son of our new Superintendent. This was one of our most successful and enjoyable years. In this year occurred the famous weiner roast. The Juniors and Seniors went on this excursion and, coming to an obstruction in the form of a river, the driver refused to go farther and the boys came nobly to the rescue and conveyed the lunch and the girls safely across the raging waters. After a most hilarious evening the time came for the departure. The Freshies and Sophs, who had loitered hungrily on the outskirts of our circle now, at our departure, descended upon the forbidden ground and devoured the remains (plus sand) of our bounteous repast; while we took the river road home, walking up to our ankles in sand most of the way. The High School Picnic was also a great success, although many beautiful complections were lost because of contact with sun and water. Commencement night came for the class of ’13 and we became Seniors. We were very proud as our beautiful satin banner, according to previous arrangement, was lowered to the view of our parents and friends. Our Senior year began with four new teachers, which gave us the brightest prospects of any class that had yet graduated. A new social feature inaugurated by the Seniors was the semi-monthly class meetings, which have made this year one of the most enjoyable and one especially lo be lemembered by us in future years. One meeting stands out clearly as at this time the latest songs were exploited. Our class has been one of the foremost in contributing to athletics and other interscholastic activities. We have introduced several new features in high school life, of which “Class Day” and the “Annual” are the most important. Now we are about to leave this scene of our sorrows, joys, hopes, and triumphs to enter a broader field of activities. Our high school career now seems dearer to us than ever before, and it is with sad reluctance that we say farewell. Whatever our work in life may be, we will ever honor the ideals and cherish the memory of our high school life and strive to make our school proud to call us her children even though we win neither fortune nor fame. No matter what names, in the future, we may love and honor and praise, we will ever remember W. H. S. among our best beloved.