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

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ALPHABET. A is for Alvin, so jolly and gay. B is for Blanche, who is happy all day. C is for Clara, a lover of fun. D is for Doc, his father’s elder son. E is for Edward who will argue forever. Who will give up all else, but from that he will not sever. F is for Flora, with “Hobby” so rare. G is for Grant, in the Senior Chair. H is for Hugh, who knows how to bluff. I is for Irish, and that is enough. J is for Jessie, who will have her own way. K is for Katie, whom w e met at a play. L is for Lillian, who can scarcely define ’Twixt honors and burdens, so faint is the line. M is for Moses,not as old as his name. Though actions and age don’t agree, so they claim. N is for Norma, who nobly doth try To pound German into dumbheads, oh, my! O is for Orvis, so pretty and trim. P is for Phoebe, though quiet, not prim. Q is for quarrels, that sometimes arise In senior class meetings, Oh, how the hair flies! R is for Ralph, with text book and quill. S is for Schoony. Did he ever sit still? T is for Tom who has left the charmed ring. U is for undergrads, who have not tried a wing. V is for victory, for which we all strive. And will win if we are alive. W is for Walter, whom you know well. X means unknown, so I will not tell. Y is you all we’ve not happened to name ; And so you’re all mentioned just the same. Z that last letter for Zaidee must stand, And well we know her and her free helping hand. WANTED—A keen man to search for somebody as bright as myself. HUGH WORTHING WANTED—A patent medicine for “mathematical discouragement. Must be warranted to cure said disease. PHOEBE CRUMB. WANTED—Latest book of “Smile Provokers” and Dr. Blank’s book entitled “Don’t Get Fat.” CLAUDE CRAGOE. WANTED—A long time alone with my special “Hobb(y).” FLORA MORGAN. WANTED—The strength of Sampson. GULI ORVIS. WANTED—The retention of my peace cf mind and an X-ray. P. S.: Not particular about the X MAGGIE SMITH.

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gresses in his speech, a change seems to pass over the audience, the prisoner’s face begins to lose some of its haggard look, the jury loses its aspect of resolve, and even the judge leans forward in his chair. At last after a final most impassioned appeal, the young lawyer sits down. Where have I seen that face before? I seem to be in the old class room, the debate rages hotly, but above all dominates the voice and spirit of Edward. He it is who has so stirred the heart of even the time hardened judge. A large sunny room, with dainty white curtains at the windows and on the walls, pictures of child life. In the center of the room sits a young woman, surrounded by eager children. The happy looks of pleased anticipation and the adoring glances they cast upon the teacher, speak volumes about her influence over them. I seem to recognize this golden brown hair with the faint tinge of red. I seem again to hear the question hotly discussed, “What color is Lilian’s hair?” I look at her once more. Yes, it is Lilian, who has obtained her heart’s desire, to be instructor of little children. Glancing at the desk, I see lying on it a circular addressed to Miss L. Pratt, Director of the Kindergartens, Denver, Colo. Lillian is .evidently doing honor to her class. Once more the scene changes. A blockade in a busy street. Horses, cabs, drays, carriage, all were “tangled” up in seemingly inextricable confusion. The policemen are endeavoring to unravel the snarled skein. Suddenly an automobile comes tearing down the street. Will it stop? In spite of the policemen’s commanding waves, it keeps on. When it seems impossible to avoid a collision, the driver presses a lever and the automobile, rising lightly into the air, passes safely over the obstruction and descending, continues on its way. The crowd gasps in amazement. I hear one man say, “That must be Ehrhardt, the great inventor. Isn’t this the day on which he is to denom-strate his latest improvement on the automobile?” “Ehrhardt.” That must be Alvin, for during our school days his mind had ever been in that direction. JBy magic the scene is again shifted and I see before me a large building, evidently a college. At the curb, the automobile is standing. The driven is seated in it. I look at him sharply and verify my suspicion. Now the door opens and a crowd of young men troop down the steps. In their midst they bear aloft on them shoulders a young man who blushingly receives the congratulations of his companion. Of whom do those blushes remind me? The crowd halts before the automobile, the driver of which, having arisen, holds out his hand to the young hero. “Wells, I rejoice in your victory,” he says. At that name, I look again at the young man, and after a sharp scrutiny convince myself that it is indeed Grant, but greatly changed. He appears older and more thoughtful, no longer “the lad whose happv life is one perpetual grin.” As they whirl away, a parting cheer arises, “’Rah for Wells! Our champion orator!’ Once more there slowlv emerges from the liouid a vision. A deep ravine. A camp fire burning brightly. Seated beside it, a hunter, with his dog stretched at his feet. The man gazes meditatively into the fire, then with a sudden smile, turns to his faithful companion. Placing his hand affectionately upon the dog’s head, he says, “This is the only life for us, isn’t it. old comrade?” That smile seems to free a flood of memories. In spite of the weather beaten, tanned face, I recognize the merry blue eyes as those of Marshall, our naturalist and trapper.

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GINSENG. Ginseng, a member of the family of plants classified as Araliaceae, is a native of Asia, as well as of our own continent. Its demand is created in the Chinese Empire, the people of this country regarding it as possessing the magical power of dispelling all diseases. The demand for this drug is so great, that the native supply has to be supplemented by importation from North America. In 1905 this amounted to one hundred forty six thousand, five hundred two pounds, which was only a small part of the entire amount consumed by the common people. The nobility is supplied with the much • prized pink variety, grown, with the exception of one province to which it is native, in the royal gardens only. The American ginseng is a plant annually sending forth its stalk to a height of ten or twelve inches. A single stalk grows from the root until the plant is from eight to ten years old, when it acquires another stalk, or possibly two more, there being no fixed numberthat may be developed. It is a plant of very slow growth. If the seed be planted in the fall, it will not appear above ground until one year from the spring after planting. The first stalk has only one leaf of three leaflets upon it. When the plant is three years old, the stalk is crowned by two leaves of five leaflets and produces two or three berries. In its fourth year, the stalk has reached its maturity. The plant is then of a light or dark green color, according to its surroundings. The main or proper stalk reaches a height of six inches, from the top of which, three or five leaf-bearing stems shoot upward and outward. These leaves are composed of five leaflets, three of these leaflets which all spring from the same source, are large and point away from the center, while the two smaller leaflets point toward the center. The most important part of the plant, the root, is of a very peculiar shape, for it seems to grow without any definite plan, depending upon the soil for its curbing. It will very rarely penetrate into the clay subsoil, preferring to spread out above it. The root is correctly divided into two parts, the root proper and the stem. The stem is the connecting link between the stalk and the root proper, fulfilling its function by producing the stalk buds and supporting the stalk. The stalk, upon which the task of reproduction falls, begins preparations during the latter part of June, by sending up a small shoot from the junction of the leaf stems and the main stalk. The buds which this shoot bears at its top, develop into very small white flowers during the early part of July. In the early part of August, these develop into green berries which gradually redden. When they have become bright red, they drop off, to be disposed of, as nature thinks best. After disposing of its seeds, the plant begins to make preparations for the winter. With the first frost the color of the stalk fades, until in October it is of a pale yellow color, remaining thus until after all other plants of the forest are dead. This is the time for which the “seng” hunter eagerly waits, for the plant now being easily distinguished, it is the time for the harvest. MARSHALL MOSES.