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

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HELENA MUTTER. Her glossy hair was clustered o’er her brow. Bright with intelligence and fair and smooth.” I . V.—“A good cook. I'. F.—“For what I will, I will, and there’s an end.” BEA MOUNT. If silence is golden she :s a 24 karat. I . V.— Making fudge and (satanized ? ) eggs.” P. F.— riting for the press. CLARA McCREIGHT. “My crown is in my heart, not on my head. My crown is called contentment.” P. V’.—“One of uncommon silence and reserve.” P. F.—(-----.) STELLA BUNCH. Whence is thy learning, hath thy toil o'er lxx ks con- sumed the midnight oil. P. V.—“Chemistry. I’. F.— Junior classes. BOYD BUNCH. Football and basket ball. ’08-‘09. Thy music hath charms to sooth the savage beast. P. V.—“Tieing Hair Ribbon ” P. F.— Trying to equal Beethoven.” MILDRED SCOTT. Happy is he on whom she smiles. P. V.—“A nightingale thou surely art.” P. F.— And still her tongue ran on.” DAN GALLAGHER. Football, basket ball and baseball, ’O7-’0S-’09. In stature manly, bold and tall.” I . Y.— Doing for other people what they ask.' I . F.—“Whispering.” VERA STREETER. A violet by a mossy stone. Half hidden from the eye.” P. V.— The mildest manner and gentlest heart. P. F.— Learning the keyboard.” EMILY WEWERKA. Sec what a knowledge is seated on that brow. P. V.—“German. P. F.— Trying to be an author. WANNA KINTZLEY. A noble type of good, heroic womanhood.” P. V.— Given to much study.” P. F.—“Yet graceful ease and sweetness void of pride. Might hide her faults if she had faults to hide.. MATILDA BREUER. Ibisket Ball ’( 7-’ft8-’09. Her eyes were berry black. P. V.—“Forever foremost in the ranks of fun. P F.— A first-class dauber. MILFRED McCREIGHT. N'ever creeping like a snail unwillingly to school.' P. V.— History. P. F.— Athletics. (?)

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Senior Class Poem Happiest «lays, soon to pass away, are those of onr High School years; Days full of pleasure and purest joy, mingled oft times with our fears: Days when our hearts for one purpose throbbed, our eyes toward the same goal turned: Days when we’ve shared every hope, every dread, ami all have the same lessons learned. We arc gla«l in a way to have done with it all, this end- less pond'ring o'er hooks. ‘f forever obeying a teacher’s command and feigning those innocent looks. If. by chance, or mishap, we are found in the hall discuss- ing—some lesson, you know: It is certainly hard when the rest have a lunch, if one of the number can’t go. No more shall we dread all those Chemistry tests, or Latin exams and the like; No more for an innocent joke we have played, to an angry professor must hike; No more must we stand in submissive respect when we’d like to say just what we think. Nor just because someone says that we shall, must we write all our work out in ink. But a feeling of sadness comes o’er us now. when wc think that we all must part. For our lives which till now in the same course lay. must each on a new path start. Leading on. ever upward wc trust, but wc know they can't all be the same. And we feel that the tics which are sundered tonight the future can never reclaim. In the days which now seem very distant to us. the future so far away. Perhaps then wc will turn from duty sometimes to think of Commencement Day. T hen wc II laugh at the fears that trouble us now. and I will just wager a guess . Every one would be glad to be back for a while, boys and girls in old E. H. S. M. P.