Driftwood High School - Tiger Yearbook (Driftwood, OK)

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TO THE SENIORS OF '48 It was in the fall of '35, as we look back, That we first rode to school, in the old school hack. Our surroundings seemed strange and very new, As we tackled our tasks, with a will to do. Graduation then seemed far awayg But we did our best at work or play. Some times our grades were not the best, But we'd try again with new vim and zest. We made our grades year by year, But on some of our papers, we may have shed a tear We've all had fun and trouble, yet We look back over these years with no regret. To our fine teachers much credit is due, For their labor, sportsmanship and loyalty too. To our dear parents, We'll be forever in debt, For the sacrifices they have made, and yet, We know they would do it again For they feel that their efforts have not been in vain. We'd like for you to meet each of us, So here we are, without further fuss. The leader of our class is Jim, Always full of pep and virn. Athletically inclined is Betty Lue, She is a girl with a will to do. The midget of our class is Alyce, With love to all, and toward none malice, The sweetheart of our class is Ruth, A symbol of virtue and truth. Then here's happy go lucky Jo Ann, The pride and joy of a certain man. With few regrets and much joy We recall the schooldays of four girls and a boy. This is not a parting of the ways, But rather the end of our high school days. Though this parting is rather sad, we must We'll always cherish fond memories of D. H. S. H.G

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CLASS PROPHECY I have been away from Driftwood for fifteen years. Since I hadn't decided whether I wanted to be a newspaper reporter or a dean of girls in a large school I had been doing both. As a newspaper reporter on the New York Eagle and with the title of Alyce Miller, Dean of Girls at an all girls school in New York, I thought I had earned myself a vacation. Since it had been fifteen years since I had seen my former classmates I decided that it would be pleasant to visit them. I learned from the Driftwood Store, which was a branch of the Ferrell- Frey Grocery Co., that Mr. and Mrs. Bill Ferrell were living on the former Dotterer place. As the former Ruth Nossaman opened the door I was greeted by the noisne of their fifteen children. After an interesting, but exhausting time I left this hectic place. I learned from Ruth that Jo Ann was proprietor of an orphanage near Byron. This was a convenient place since Milton was farming in this locality. Mr. Whitehead still thought J o too young to marry. I next journeyed over to Burlington. Here I found Nyla June attending the Grocery store and Jim managing the drug store. With these two establishments under their cgntrql, Ny1g, and Jirn had almost taken over the city of Burlington. Betty was always the most unpredictable of our class so she was the hardest to locate. Her mother had always said that you couldn't pay Betty to get married and she was right. Betty had married free of charge to anyone except her husband. Settling down wasn't for Betty. She was working in the telephone office at Portland, Oregon to fulfill her life longambition. I returned to New York rested and confident that my fellow classmates had made a success of their lives.