Oakfield High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Oakfield, WI)

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SALUTATORY. “Flicker of leaves on the casement. Glimpses of summer blue. Sweeping boughs that beckon and wave Through sun and shining dew. The snowy drifts of daisies, Butterflies all aglow. Magical play of light and shade, And drowsy winds that blow. While fair as a lovely maiden Fresh as the dawn of day, The first rose blushes on its stalk Adown the garden way.” And th's is our graduating day! O happy dav that brings to us this joy, we hail thee with glee! Often have we looked forward to this time when we would have finished the prescribed course in our High School. Now it has come. We are advancing out of the harbor into the sea. Various and numerous are the thoughts and sentiments that force themselves upon us on such an occasion. Fond recollections of the past school days appear now even more attractive than before, feelings of sincere gratitude towards those by whose guidance and instruction we have been benefitted; high and noble ideals to be striven for; gladness that the goal long aspired for is now reached. Such thoughts are now present in our minds. Some of you here ton'ght have experienced this same joy, and have come perhaps for a renewal of your early hopes and a fresh consecration of your h'ghest aim. To you, beloved alumni, a. warm fond welcome. Some of you as friends and kinsmen of these graduates are here t’o w'tness the honors bestowed upon them. To you a fuost cordial welcome. Many of you are brought hither through your enlightened sympathies of education as a principle, through ycur belief that on the proper development of the youth depends the permanency of our institutions. You whose encouragment means so much are sincerely welcome. To our teachers we extend a most, heartfelt welcome. Your work has been a noble one and we have thoroughly appreciated it. With all our hearts we welcome the Board of Education who have spared so many of their busy moments in showing their interest not only in our schoolroom work but in all our school-day endeavors. IONE WORTHING. “Mable” the sweet girl's father called from above the staire. “Yes father. What is it ? ” (she answered through the midnight stillness) “Just tell your young man to be careful and not trip over the morning’s milk when he goes out.”