Buckland High School - Whitefeather Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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WI-IITEFEATI-IER Page Seventeen Catherine Morlock Mary Van Gundy Jerry Fritz Mary Cook LOUELLA CRAFT Her nimble fingers are so fleet Her rapid typing can't be beat! Dramatic Club '35, '36, '38 Glee Club '35, '36, '37, '38 Industrial Arts '37 Paper Club '38 Class Secretary '36 Secretar and Treasurer '38 H Y Correspondence Courtship George Gets Going '38 Salutatorian Ass't Editor of Annual IRA PLACE Nature makes some men tall, Napoleon though was very small! Industrial Arts '36, '37 Basketball '35, '36, '37, '38 Social Editor of Annual '37 FREDERICK BRUNER Full of pep, full of fire, All in all a real live wire. Dramatic Club '35, '36 Glee Club '35, '36 Paper Club '38 Basketball '35, '36, '37, '38 Industrial Arts '37 Class President '37 Correspondence Courtship '37 George Gets Going '38 Sports Editor of Annual DOROTHY CRAFT Quiet and demure With a heart as pure. Dramatic Club '35, '36, '38 Glee Club, '35, '36, '37, '38 Industrial Arts '37 Joke Editor of Annual THE SENIORS MARY VAN GUNDY Her duty she does, she does nercrshirk, For laughing is her only work. York High School '35, '36 Girl Reserve '35, '36 Dramatic Club '37, '38 Paper Club '38 Class Editor of Pioneer '38 George Gets Going '38 Snapshot Editor of Annual MARY COOK A good natured person is this lassg Liked and respected by all the class. Dramatic Club '35, '36, '37, '38 Glee Club '35, '37 Paper Club '37, '38 Class President '35, '36 Orchestra '37 Correspondence Courtship '37 George Gets Going '38 Historian Calendar CATHERINE MORLGCK A helping hand in time of need An aid to success she is indeed. Dramatic Club '35, '36 Glee Club '35 George Gets Going '38 Art Editor of Annual JERRY ERITZ Drawing pictures is his delight He draws them morning, noon and night. Dramatic Club '35, '36, '37, '38 Debate Club '35 Paper Club '35, '36, '37, '38 Class Treasurer '36 Vice President '37 Cheerleader '37, '38 Correspondence Courtship '37 George Gets Going '38 Ass't Business Manager ofAnnual

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Page Eighteen WHITEFEATHER LIFE'S PICTURE AS THE SENIORS HAVE PAINTED IT Nllfhat is time, and what is life to us? In younger years, up to high school life, we undoubtedly wondered why time went on so very slowly, and perhaps we made a similar remark as, I wish I were in high school and were a Senior. My schooling then would soon be over, and I could be and do what I wanted without being bothered by teachers and lessons. Now we wonder why we ever thought of saying such a remark as this. We realize what a significant and brief thing time is-only one swift. flying moment and another class, which has followed our footsteps. is witnessing its graduation exercise as we are to- night, and as all former classes who have already gone out into life's work witnessed. What is life? Life is a Picture, so Paint it Wlellf' This statement has been chosen as the 1938 Senior Class motto, and we hope to use this motto to a good advantage in life. Time, the all important factor of our and your picture, must be carefully and steadily painted for a life's picture of complete happi- ness and beauty. And we are the individuals called painters who must paint life's masterpiece the way we and the Father above would like it to be. Twelve years ago, in the fall of l926, we, a group of brightfeyed, little painters, were placed under professional painters in school as well as in home environments that we might be able to make our life's picture in our vision and in other's vision more worthy and pleasing. We were then all a group of youths much inspired and encouraged to do something and be somebody in the world under careful and thankful guidance, each one of us began and shaped our life's picture with the finest of brushes and brightest of co ors. In the fall of '34, twenty-seven of our class had mastered a small, but important portion of his masterpiece in bright, cherry colors, signifying the first years of school activities. From this class, by examples set before us by our upperclassmen, teachers and friends, we passed faithfully on into the next three high school scenes of our pictures. But not all the class passed on-no, it had dwindled down to less than one-half since high school entrance. Why the large decrease in number? Some had wandered from their path and on their picture today, a line shows black as jet. They have marred one of the most important and valuable scenes of their masterpiece-a high school education and its opportunities. They have failed in faith, courage, and energy in carrying out their life's aim and ambition. It has been said The energy of the least ambitious person is only latent. There is enough gunpowder in most any one if we can only get the spark to it. So probably the spark has, as yet, never reached these persons. I-Iowever, not daring to permit a low class number effect the class spirit, the seniors this year have struggled earnestly on through these years with an invincible determination to strive onward and with a merry nature within ourselves. All through our school years, we have been well represented in the school programs and activities- with an occasional prank and a spank intervening. As juniors we selected our class ring. Too, we enjoy- ed giving a reception for the graduating class. And this year, unreal as it seems, we are the graduating class, fourteen in number, from Buckland I-Ii. Both ourjunior and Senior Class plays were a big success, and we wish the same for our lower classmen. All in all, we faithfully and firmly believe that our grade and high school life in this school had been of great worth to us, and it surely leaves no dark, unlovely spots on our I.ife's Picture, so far as we have mastered it. PAINT THE PICTURE WELL Our life is like a masterpiece, Here lines of color, rosy bright, Show days of joy and cheer, There, lines of dark, unlovely gray, Show gloom and doubt and fear. And here, perhaps, a break is made, The color is black as jet- Marks where we've wandered from the path, A slip we'd fain forget. And we the painters are, The picture of our life we shape, And beauty, or mar. We're painting, painting, day by day, Unconsciously, unknown. The colors showing, bright or gray, A picture all our own. Oh to my worthy classmates, friends and all I.et's keep a picture in our minds And follow it with careg And mark the scenery as it grows So wonderful, so fair. And pick the daily paints we use From sunshine, warmth and light, Whose softly blended, mellow lines Will make our picture bright.