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

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SOME THINGS WHICH WE WOULD LIKE TO REMEMBER. 1. The first day of school, Sept. ’03. 2. How Walter Burns visited the Physics Class one day. 3. How Edward accepted his punishment and taught the 8th Grade Civics. 4. The music lessens Miss Bcvec gave us. 5. How well some of our illustrious Freshmen liked Algebra. 6. What bright studen s the Soplicmores were. 7. What an interesting study Solid Geometry was to the Jmiors. 8. How Lilian asked to go to the dictoinary. 9. How Mr. Curtis smiled. 10. The “Two-faced Girls.’’ 11. Hew we were entertained by the Badger Quartette. 12. How we used to sing “Die Wacht am Rhein.’’ 13. The day the Seniors had their tin types “took.’’ 14. All things which we said and did in school. SOME THINGS WHICH WE WOULD LIKE TO FORGET. 1. Disputes, etc., in our Senior Class Meetings. 2. How Miss Halblch refused Frank. 3. How the Girls’ Basket Ball Team met defeat at the hands of the H. D.’s. 4. I7ow the village justice cf the peace had six of our venerable High School Girls 5. How lonely it was after Fred and Clifford left our midst. 6. How we were scolded for whispering in Economics. 7. All cf the bad. things which we said and did in'school. ACORNS. How we all liked this little poem: Keute nur heute bin ich so sclion, Morgen ach rncrgsn, muss alles vergehen. Keute nur heute, bist du noch mein, Sterben ach sierben, scl ich allein. ” Listen my children, and you shall hear Of the class of 1S07. Eelieve me that it will be queer If they don’t all go to heaven. A quotation worthy of remembrance: “He told o lot of lies and there weren’t any of them true.” Has Edward found the text? “I don’t want to be a Smith all cf my days.”—Maggie. R-G-: “My feet were made to stand on, but they were given to me.” L-- (in the primary room): “Spelling class, stand! B Class stands! Good bye.” Two boys of great renown, Who live in Oakfield town, To escape from the teacher’s sight. Hid behind the door one night,

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ball team and were defeated by the score of 11 to 10. The basket ball season was closed with a doble game at Worthing’s Hall, March 22. The first garr e v.as between the High School Girls’ team and the H. D. Club team. The former were again defeated by a score of 16 to 18. The second game, tetween the High School Boys’ team and the city team, immediately followed. Considering the amount of practice which the city team had secured, they did excellent work, hut were defeated by a score of 19 to 23. Who threw the eraser? What color is Lilian’s hair? Where did Phcebe get so many waists? Why does Marshall sit in the front seat? Dees anybody know what the senior class colors are? Why didn’t the Juniors give a party? What makes Lucille and Walter quarrel sc? What makes Elsie blush so? Where did Marshall purchase that triple strength perfume? What makes Fred so sad? Why doesn’t Nora come to school? Why do George and Allen have to climb the hill so eften? Who said, “I am your sire?” Who said anything about ‘‘deer hunting?” When did Grant and Lee sign their peace treaty? What makes the boys tease Jessie so? Why do the girls like to be librarians? Why doesn’t Edward like the class pins? Is land transferable? Why does Mr. Curtis look at his watch so eften? Why do the boys like to go to play rehearsal? Why does Miss H— want to be treated like a gentleman? Why dees Royal have pains in Ancient History class? Was thirty cents cheap enough, E. W.? • Lucile, ‘‘1st es ein Hund Oder ein Esel?” Who is afraid of the dark? Mayme, if one letter carries cne cream separator, how many letters will one freight car carry. Why doesn’t Fred use patent fasteners? QUERIES.

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FAREWELL POEM. June time is here now in all of its glory, The season when Poets and Seniors spring forth To make themselves known in rhyme and in story, And show to the world just how much they’re worth. This is the month when the roses are blooming, Which urges us each at our best to appear; We think it went be at all to presuming, To ask of our friends a listening ear. We will not tell ycu of worldly ambition, Or of fond hopes for the bright years to come; For little we know of the glad fruition That flows o’er the soul when the race is near run. We have not wings, we cannot soar, But we have feet to scale and climb; By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of cur time. Memory binds us with her spell To the school days past and gone; Ambition calls us, who shall tell What bolder heights may yet be won. Our play days are gone and we sigh at the thot, No longer we know what our portion shall be; On the river of youth, Hope’s breezes we’ve caught, But how shall we fare on life’s broader sea. To those who still below us stand, We’d gladly give one cheering word; As heart to heart, and hand to hand, They list the call which we have heard. The hills may be rugged and steep, The calm of the valleys alluring; But the idler no harvest can reap, No good but the toil won is enduring. Arfd now this happy class must break, A strange new world before us lies; We’ve heard the voice divine that spake, And called as tongue of morn, “Arise.” But wherever we go, to warm regions or cold, Where-so-ever our frail barks are driven; We’ll never forget our Oakfield High School, And the best of all classes, our own ’07.