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

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SENIOR HISTORY Early in the fall of 1905, the Class of '09. almost thirty strong, entered the High School as Freshmen, and because of our extreme beauty, wit and intelligence, we attracted the attention and admiration of all the upper classmen. Our idea that the High School life was one of hard work, soon faded away, for we readily learned, “Amo amas amat, and grasped the fact that X is always an unknown quantity; and thus the year soon passed and the time came for the summer vacation. Upon returning in the fall as Sophomores many disappointments were in store for us. Several of our number had dropped out of school. Two had left the state of single blessedness, for that happier and more popular state of matrimony, and others took their places. There was also a change in the personnel of the Faculty. Xo longer would the powerful Mr. Koontz sway his scepter over us in the class room and halls, nor would he sing to us in chapel. Nor would the Latin teacher purse her pretty lips in dismay at our ignorance. Entirely new powers held sway. Mr. Ingold of some- what pugilistic tendency, the smiling Miss Altman, and the queenly Mrs. Maddox com- posed the new Faculty. The new High School building was completed; the hours were changed from all day to the half day session. During this year we learned one extremely important fact, namely to be at least in the attitude of deep study when a member of the Faculty entered the room. How familiar became, Little girl, what are you doing? Get to work now, do you understand ?” Near the close of the year we effected a class organisation with Simon Tannebaum as president, and soon after we received the coveted honor of being invited to a reception given by ’07 to '06. It was with still increased dignity, we returned to school the following fall, as Juniors, and reorganized with Elsie Carter as president, choosing Crimson and Black as class colors. Mr. Robinson of kind and genial disposition succeeded Mr. Ingold, who had gone never to return. The Senior Class took advantage of Mr. Robinson’s good nature and delighted to lead him merry chases through the halls, thus de- priving us of his instrurtion in Geometry. Our famous class, the Juniors, will be held in memory because we edited the first Annual, and later alsb surpassed our predecessors, in hospitality to the Faculty and the Seniors, in giving a banquet of toasts and several courses disposed of in one way or another. Ami then mantled in the overwhelming dignity of Seniors we returned to school again in the fall of ’07. Great was the disapi ointment of both teachers and pupils, when it was learned that no more would Professor Robinson instruct us in the walks of life. Now we are more nearly submissive to Our Hoosier Schoolmaster,” the tall and dignified Mr. Thuermer, who is always ready with a new set of jokes. We regret very much that we have no study under the earnest and pleasant Miss Overstreet. There has been but one member added to the class this year. Miss Margaret Fitz- gerald. who adds a very becoming dignity. Our “spreads” have been few and far between, but all the more thoroughly en joyed. As a matter of course, we have whiled away many weary hours with mos enjoyable class parties. Any one in the class can tell you that on the night of November 6th, we all went to a wedding. It was our Junior Presidents’, the third to leave our ranks with matrimonial intent. Although we were prevented from bidding her a fond farewell at the depot, through our efforts everyone on the train knew that a bride and groom were on board. In the latter part of March some one had, what the teachers chose to call an “evil thought. namely that the Juniors and Seniors go picknicking on April 1st. The day came, rather cool, it must be confessed, but un- daunted. we muffled in coats and furs, drove to Caddo Springs in a large airy bus. The lunch was excellent, judging from the manner in which it disappeared, and it was discovered that one of the Junior boys was exceedingly fond of Satanized” eggs. Sadly we returned home, in the evening, our only regret being unavoidably prevented from taking Miss Overstreet and Mr. Thuermer as chaperons, and staying longer. After waiting three weeks for propitious weather, the classes of ’08 and ’09 gathered one Saturday evening, to journey In that most comfortable of vehicles, a hayrack, to the 17

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GARLAND LEIGH MABLE STEPHENS JOSIE KRALL Garland Leigh: Age—Sweet sixteen. Expects to be a 'coun- try school teacher with a stern look anil threatening hand. Member of Hoch Schule Verein, Alethean Literary Society and Bas- ket Ball team. Zca Hunt: Age—U n known. Very studious, bashful and sweet, Curly black hair and dainty feet. Member of Alethean Literary Society. Mable Stephens Age—Don't know —born in the nineteenth century. Terrible when angry. Member of Hoch Schule Verein and Basket Ball t arn. Josie Krall: Sad faced but happy. Born since civil war. Has outgrown her none but can do no better. Has hopes for future. Plays Basket Bali. Member of Hoch Schule Verein. Archie Hanks: Better known as “Hanks.” Age—Doubtful—Born i i Arizona, lived in New York and educated in Oklahoma. Member of Boys Dcbat g .Club and Foot Ball team. “Deeply In love” (with Autoes). Ethel McCafferty: Very young—good student—age, Judging from actions—three years six months. Expects to be great—world be a prize If she could be won. Member of Hoch Schule Ver:in and Basket Ball team. Wj w ZOA HUNT ARCHIE HANKS ETHEL McCAFFERTY 16 Photos by J. A. Shuck

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home of a Senior, several miles in the country. Strange to say, only one accident occurred, caused by our light weight brother Senior; this however, was soon remedied, and after traveling two miles on the wrong road we at last reached our destination. As usual we “Had the best time in all our lives,” and returned home at an early hour, in the morning. The two chaperons, Mr. Theurmer and Miss Barbour discovered several “silver threads among the gold,” as a result of the expedition. Some things we have learned by bitter experience. A certain young lady decided, one day during laboratory practice, to light a jet of hydrogen coming in full force from a glass flask. Now she very conscientiously advises no one else to try it, because her knowledge that it explodes was bought by dear experience. It is indeed with sad hearts, that we, when gathered in the laboratory, ponder on the fact that no more will we see Simon and his beloved checkered apron, darting around, hunting flasks,—the class all know why. No more shall we burn our fingers with acids, and blacken them with silver nitrate, and perhaps Mr. Thuermer is re- joicing over the fact that we shall not dissolve any more of his dimes and pennies. The characteristics of our class are many and interesting. We are three hundred and one- sixteenth years old, weigh two thousand three hundred twenty-eight pounds and eleven ounces, and are ninety-eight feet and six and three-fourths inches tall. Our complexions vary from Caucasian al- cannot be seen for several reasons. We have all the different colors of hair, and all the varieties of eyes, including cat. The noses are Roman, Grecian, pug and tip- tilted, but one cannot be recorded, because of the owner’s inability to see the end of it The sizes of our shoes range from two and one-half to nine. Our ambitions are very diverse. The beloved president has lofty inspirations in the theatrical line, but would lay them all aside if the right man came along. Two will go to the foreign field as missionaries if they can’t find anything else to do. One wishes she were a boy, that she might enter the navy. Two of the young ladies desire to startle the world as great singers. One wishes to rival Paderewski, but if she dees not succeed in this lofty attempt, she will probably move to Oklahoma City, where a gray automobile awaits her. Another’s highest desire is to go to Ger- many. One says she hardly knows, but the class does, she’ll get married, be bound with the holy Shackles. Only one will teach the young ideas how to shoot, another will be a novel writer. One wants to live on a farm, and the last wishes only to have a good time. Of the young men, one will be a poet, the second will be a mechanic, the desire first aroused by a hay rack ride he once took; and the third doesn’t know whether to get married, or go to work. And now we have reached the top rung of the ladder, in spite of the trials and tribulations caused by the restrictions en- forced by the teachers. The history of this class cannot be chronicled to its close. It is the lot of the prophet to satisfy for the present, your interest and that of the class. But un- doubtedly the nation’s historians will ulti- mately record their deeds, and the Hall of Fame will be enlarged. EDITH CLARK. 18