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

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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.

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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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Class History Memorable is the «lay in the fall of 1905. when we entered the El Reno High School as Freshmen. To be sure, we were very youthful and extremely inexperienc- ed. and for several days we continued to get into the wrong recitation rooms an«l were greeted on every side l»v the jeers of the upper classmen. The Sophomores, especially, made it a point never to overlook a single blunder. But soon the meek and submissive feeling cx- pericnce«l by all Freshmen disappeared, for had not all the teachers declared us the brightest and best-looking class that had ever entered the El Reno High School? The faculty at that time numbered but three—Mr. Ingold. Miss Altman and Mrs. Maddox. The latter two remained with us for three years, gaining the respect and admiration of all. being willing to help, ever ready to suggest. Indeed, it was at Miss Altman’s suggestion that during the first month we organized, choosing colors, motto, flower and drew up a constitution with many amendments. The greater part of the year was spent, as most Freshmen spend it—trying to fathom the secrets of Senior indifference and bravado, with only occasional manifestation of class spirit. It was not until the eighth month that we gathered courage for a class party, which was so thoroughly enjoyed that a May basket party fol- lowed soon, and this in turn was followed by a day in the woods near Sniithton. A few months of rest and then, as Sophomores, we came back the following September. We were greatly disappointed to learn that so many had left our ranks; but others took their places, thus making twelve in ail. It took us but a short time to become acquainted with the new principal. Mr. Robinson. We soon learned that if we brought a lunch and hid it in the little dark room under the stairs we could dispose of it while Mr. Robinson was in the library assisting Juniors in their search for hidden knowle«lge. With occasional spreads in the furnace room and a Hallowe'en party the year sped away. Then the ever- dreaded examinations came, were passed and we became Juniors. As we met in the assembly for the third time we noticed an extremely tall man making constant trips to Mr. Howell’s office, evidently in quest of information. It was the new principal, they all said, and so it proved. Mr. Thuermcr came to us from Indiana, or America.” as lie prefers to call it. with an entirely new story or anccodatc for every occasion. A few days before the first of April there was much whispering and secret consultation between the Juniors and Seniors, which resulted in an April Fool picnic at Caddo Springs. The weather was decidedly cold, but we wrapped up in cloaks and furs, ami just had the time of our lives. A few weeks later, we enjoyed a moonlight ride to the home of one of the Seniors, several miles in the country, taking Miss Barbour and Mr. Thcurmcr as chaperones. Here we played such games on the lawn as drop the handkerchief.” ring-around-a-rosic,” whip- crack. Although as a rule our professor is extremely graceful, his extraordinary altitude made it almost im- possible for him to maintain his equilibrium during the