Norman High School - Trail Yearbook (Norman, OK)

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 S’tntinr (Class GDfitrrrs Yell: 1915, 1915, Seniors, Seniors, 1915. Erutura’ ifamudl Farewell, saddest word e’er spoken. Why must friendship’s ties be broken? We would wish to stay here ever But we never could, oh! never. For such lofty minds as ours Seek to fly to higher bowers. But dear high school, we’ll still love thee E’en tho we soar above thee. Farewell to those we leave still trying, Keep on striving you will gain. If you do not stop for crying. But believe your goal is fame. Farewell, dear teachers, we must leave thee. None but you will ever know '1'he many times that we have grieved thee But forget that, when we go. Now we bid farewell to many Places of our childhood glee, To our cares upon our shoulders. Start upon life’s surging sea. President ..... Vice President Secretary .... Treasurer .... .............Nauvie Brown .........Margaret Goodrich ...........Violet and Gold .................... Violet ............... Lode-stone In all work there is profit” Roy Holland .Janet Allan Colors Flower Stone Motto . —Ella Smalley. h

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Ulu' dJmtnmj nt tin' sputura It was a golden day in September, 1911. The trees were half bare, the leaves had assumed their autumnal tints and were being borne by the gentle breeze to the ground, where they lay in drifts or were scattered by the wayside People could be seen hurrying in all directions to a place in the open where a crowd had gathered, and to which place others were coming. They were talking very earnestly and their thoughts drifted into the land of hope and dreams just beyond. Passersby looking at all this thought it was strange in- deed. They were prospective students preparing to start on a perilious jour- ney. They seemed ready and eager to start for the goal which was to them then, a mere vision, however they soon had an idea of this promised land which they would reach if they would push on in their upward journey. It was at this time that the eager wayfarers, numbering about one hun- dred strong, met those who were to aid them in their long journey. These guides were replaced by others from time to time, but still undaunted the toilers plodded on. The initial steps were slow and many of the company grew discouraged and sick at heart. Some were left behind. The first year of the perilous jour- ney was over and the first peaks of Latin and Algebra disappeared in the mists of memory. True, it had been with difficulty that many were permitted to continue their journey. Another golden day after the eager band had grown older and stronger and had profited much by their past experiences, with renewed energy the journey was continued. While on the upward way many became weary and dropped into, what seemed to them, fairer fields. Many have been the victims of Cupid’s darts, and some have seen fairer fields of wealth. But these foolish ones were soon replaced by earnest members who added strength and courage to the company. At last there is seen in the distance the faint outline of the mountains. Nearer and nearer they approach until at last the foothills are gained and again the autumn finds them climbing upward, climbing over the seeming im- passable cliffs. The summit is reached! Behind lies the low level valley of History; the rugged cliffs of Mathematics and Language; the peaceful retreats of Domestic Science and Manual Training. Before them spreads the splendor of the prom- ised land. A few there are who have not taken heed and who have sunk into the quicksands of despair. These fall back as the happy ones triumphantly enter the Promised Land and the stranger beholds in all its glory the Senior class of 1915. —Olga Bobo. —Bryan Griffin. 1 AL M. S. i Q 1 W