Buckland High School - Whitefeather Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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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.

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WHITEFEATHER Page Nineteei The Artist Gallery of the Seniors Ten Years From Now For you a picture I would paint Of no! no picture of a saint But just the youths who represent My class, I now with pride present. ROGER WHEELER The engineer whom we first view This boy is rich in knowledge due To reading books in his spare time And storing all he reads in mind. RUTH MERTZ Ruth , the shortest one of all Took a business course one fall Now sheis typing the living long day Really earning Very good pay. CATHERINE MORLOCK Now, Catherine, tall and dignified Spends her time at The Riversiden Serving people who come to eat She likes her work and calls it a treat. MARY COOK Click, click, click, the typing keys are singin' Ding, ding, ding, the bell's a loudly ringin' Swish, swish, swish, the paper's rolling out Our Mary is working without a doubt. IRA PLACE After the summer he gathers the grain Autumn sees riches piled high that he gains From his labor in summer in fields on the farm Labor thar's honest and keeps him from harm. ISABELLE BOWERSOCK Izzy business manager of our class Has continued with this task As manager of a home Away from Pug no more will roam. MARY VAN OUNDY A dear and kindly soul is she Whose heart is filled with sympathy For the ones who need her care As a nurse she does her share. CAROL TANOEMAN The tall one with the curly mop And weight enough for ball to sock A successful coach has been thus far Your record, Carol, please do not mar. LOUELLA CRAFT Fingers, fingers everywhere Flying over scalp and hair A massage, a curl, a manicure too All this and much more Louella must do. JERRY FRITZ With the keenest of relish for color and hue A landscape of beauty he'll paint for you By his love for music, true and fine, Our jerry earns his daily dime. HAROLD BIEDERMAN No matter what your crime may be He sees that you can go scott free He pulls the law like a rubber band And in the end you're a liberated man. FREDERICK BRUNER Razor with those deep blue eyes In whose depths a twinkle lies just why did he a lawyer make just why did he this task partake. DOROTHY CRAFT Dot a seamstress mighty fair Stitches gowns that really wear Sets the style for all who say Dressing well will surely pay. VIRGINIA BRUNER Behind a desk she stands each day Teaching pupils to study and play She also says she'll never marry To some this seems like the tale of a fairy. Now if you're tempted to make light just ask yourself if you are right I'm sure your answer will be nay Then accept this picture and be gay. -Virginia Bruner