El Reno High School - Boomer Yearbook (El Reno, OK)

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MISS THELMA HUSE, the Seniors' Mascot. Daughter of Cosy Artman-Huse, a former member of the Class of 1908. 12

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THE FACULTY (With «apologies to Henry W. Longfellow.) From the northward came a warrior Dressed In many colored feathers. ' Tall and slender as a heron. Like Shoshungah, King of fishes. Charles the mighty, Charles the master Of the mysteries of Physics Of the hidden things of nature And the picture drawing—aft. From his footsteps fled the Freshmen Fled the Sophomores and Juniors. But the Seniors, brave and warlike, Waited for this mighty warrior. Waited with their clubs of credits With their tomahawks of satire With their arrow-heads of wit And their bows of many smiles. But the brave one, Charles the mighty Working with a hand of cunning From a corn-cob cut the centre Plucked a reed from out the river Made a peace pipe like a farmer’s. Then he called the frightened Freshmen, Called the Sophomores and the Juniors, Made a treaty with the Seniors, Smoked the peace pipe with them all. Then he ruled o’er these his people, Ruled with well—appointed teachers, Placed an old chief o’er the Freshmen Wise with years and many travels. One who taught his wards of speaking. Of the eloquence of the ancients Taught them writing, picture speaking Made them orators and scribes. O'er the Sophomores, the riotous—, Placed one who knew their habits Knew their treachery and quarrelling. Young in years but wise in actions. Teaching with a truth so gentle That they named her in their language For the talker of the forest Awaneka. (K«aty-did). With the Juniors as their teacher, One he gave them who could answer In the tongues of many nations One who’d been a master teacher To his people, but descended From the hostile tribe of Kansas. Him they named because of wisdom, Koshkeyunahska. (Der alt Mann). Still remained a goodly number With no master with no teacher; They who delved for hidden knowledge, In the mysteries of buying, Of selling and exchanging Things they never really handled; Learning writing hieroglyphics Which of course they couldn’t read. As a teacher of these queer ones, For these chasers of the dollar, Charles the Mighty placed a Chieftain. One who knew the art of writing Words as fast as they are spoken: Master of machines for writing, And of business forms and customs. Him the Warriors named in speaking Wahpaueto, Edna B. As a helper to this ruler, One of stately form and manner: If not wise he surely looked it, Wondress fast in writing shorthand One who rose from these same people, Therefore knew their ways of thinking. Him they named, for well they loved him, Xdaihfah, (Bes)t of all. —Joe Shell, ’09. 11

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JBe nior s. Motto: Ad Astra per Aspera. Colors: Crimson and Black. Class Flower: American Beauty Rose. YELL. Crimson and Black Sharp as a tack Seniors, Seniors Yackety—yack. OFFICERS. PRESIDENT—FLORENCE LA BRYER. VICE PRESIDENT—GILBERT TOMPKfNS. SECRETARY—OPAL KELLEY. TREASURER—ETHEL McCAFFERTY. SENIOR CLASS POEM When in the years to come, Our tasks seem hard and dreary, The way seems rough and long. The path of life so weary; Remember that full many a day, After a recitation. Together side by side we've sat In thought and conversation. O’er and o'er our books we've read, Our problems missed or solved, Our faults confesed. and tried Not in trouble to be involved. At these thoughts, we’ll cease repining. Put aside our troubles then. And we’ll feel so cheered and happy, Feel so young and free again. The present all too fleeting is. The thought so oft will come, A few more days a few more words And high school life is done. Blest and happy, care-free «lavs. You leave us not tonight. You'll always come to cheer us While we’re struggling in the fight. Oft remembered teachers, dear, You’ve helped us every day. You’ve smoothed the path and cheered us In kind and thoughtful way. Forgive, if we have often been Thoughtless and you dismayed. We’re only boys and girls you know, And have many rules obeyed. Kind schoolmates, one and all. Our place you soon will fill. But may the thought of Class '08 Be in your memories still. Here’s to our dear old High School. May we forget her never, And may her colors, Blnn and White. Bring honors to her ever. —Lura Cook. 13