Enid High School - Quill Yearbook (Enid, OK)

Page 16 text:

I4 THE QUn.i. MAGAZINE The pifzii all Said High gcltool Continued Success Seniors 'YC Fossett Funeral Home 7Ol WEST MAINE STREET Telephone 341 Enid, Oklahoma W. l. FOSSETT P. D. FOSSETT . T ---' sw. QM EQ By ROBERT CHILDRESS cjlflajesty as a crown rests on thy hrow, Pride, Honor, Glory, Love, before thee how. 'Ne'er can thy spirit die, thy walls decayg Haif, Enid High School, for thee we pray. Today, as my Senior year draws to a close, I grow reminiscent of old days in the Old High School. Climbing slowly upstairs, I get my Quill of '43 and settle myself quietly in my favorite chair. As I read, memories of the old school come flooding back. Suddenly I am there again, wandering through the halls we all knew so well. Around us old familiar faces go hurrying by. Why the hurry? I ask one. Didn't you listeniu he replied. Mi'. Selby just called an As- sembly. On learning this, I hurried to my seat in the balcony. From below the shouts of Sophies on the shelf! came to my ears, and l joined in the reply of Rats in the cellar! Then all was quiet. Mr. Selby came on the stage with the President of the Student Body, Miss Morrow, and Mr. Shane. The student body rose as one as the Hags were brought forward. Miss Nlorrow led us in America the Beautifulf' and the student body President followed with the Pledge to the Flag and the Plainsman's Creed. Then we sang Hail, Enid High School, and Mr. Shane gave the invocation and led us with the Lord's Prayer. Next we sang the Choral Amen. After this, things became blurred. Next I remembered being on the lawn outside the school. It was spring, and we were lazily spending the remainder of our lunch hour loafing on the walks in front of the build- ing. Near by was a huge pile of scrap metal the school had gathered as its part in the scrap drive. On one large piece was painted From Selby to Tojol a message straight to japan from the Principal of Enid High, Mr. Selby. Soon people began hurrying to classes. I followed them through the noisy halls. I went to A floor where I found the printing and shop classes in session. I heard the sound of beautiful music issuing from the band room and smelled the aroma of delicious food coming from the foods classes and the Cafe- terra. It all seemed so real to me as I climbed the stairway to B floor. I glanced in a door at the head of the stairs and saw my old Sophomore English class in session. Down the hall a few doors Mr. Gott was presenting one of his three question tests the students love so well. In the main hall I saw the majestic trophy cases with honors galore and across the hall the library where the students were reading all kind of literature. Down the hall a little farther was the oHice where the school was run. Around the corner were the math classes with Miss Helema laying down the rule. I met some Newswriting students rushing some Quill Weekly copy down to Mr. Seem's print shop. It was quite a stretch from the Quill Office at the south end of B fioot hall to the print shop, but scurrying students never seemed to mind. lt was fun putting out a paperl Climbing to C floor I found the Physics and Chemistry classes at work in their labs. Next was the Biology room with many vari- eties of stuffed birds and animals. Around the corner was Miss Kretsch's beautiful C-8, where Seniors were cramming in American Literature. Next door was the Latin class room with its old Roman decora- tions. All at once things grew dim again. Time flew by. Then there came a ringing in my head. I heard sirens, men yelling, people talking excitedly and running here and there. Then l saw it all clearly. Flames were dancing a vivid orange dance of destruction . . . destruction of the building we all loved so well. We stood by, doing what little we could, and watched our beloved school home go up in flames. Soon her majestic walls were turned into a smoking corpse. And in that smoke arose a spirit, the spirit of Enid High. It needed a new home now, and as it arose it found shelter in all our hearts. And there that spirit shall reside until the day of peace when the world again turns its thoughts to peaceful construction. Then it shall return to a shining new Enid High School where it can again inspire students to higher feats. And until that day we all sing Hail, Enid High School, for thee we pray . Our E.H.S. Stars ln the Windows By Betty Clark As I walk along the street on my way to school each day, I see stars in the windows of the homes along the way. There are blue stars, and silver stars, and gold stars, too. Stars in the homes of the Greek, the German, Hebrew. In one window three stars, two of them gold, Another window-four starsaall brothers I'm told. And there will be more stars in the windows I know, But these stars must keep shining till we've conquered the foe. RECIPE By Ann Martin Take one opposing team, season well Mix with yells from the students. Surround with Enid High enthusiasm, And boil vigorously for about one hour. Scatter with an Enid High School team, And lay aside to cool. YIELD: Another victory for Enid.

Page 15 text:

V. N, my 7 .. 3 at 1 ,-. 'J LL, +a.,,,.. -f-V., 1? Zm.:x Mwfiw 4

Page 17 text:

'f Rfb 39 15,9 ef W9 ' . Y 1 A AQ J f