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

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SENIOR ROLL CALL Elsie Phelps— True to her work, her word, and her friends. Fred Gordon— The time I’ve lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing, . The light that lies In maiden’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing. Frank Panzei— A cheerful youth with smiling phiz. Who eats his grub and minds his biz. Myrtle Reynolds 1 teach my lips its sweetest smile, my tongue its softest tone. Walter Burns We boys all like him, for week he’s a good fellow. Lola Pratt Ah, child, you brot strange sunlight to our gloom-So carelessly you gave a thing so fair; As tho one passed thru some closed haunted room, And dropped a flower there. Earle Henningsen— A pleasing form, a firm yet cautious mind; Sincere tho prudent, cautious yet resigned. Honor unchanged; a principle professed, Fixed to one side, yet moderate to the rest. Lucile Edwards— The joy of youth and health, her eyes displayed, And ease of heart, her every look conveyed. JUNIOR ROLL CALL Gula Orvis— A smile that glowed celestial, rosy red. Love’s proper hue. Clary a Gordon— How could I forget to beg of thee, dear Violet, Some of thy modesty? Eva Payntei— I do betray myself with blushing. Claude Cragoe— Our youth and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his gravity. Hugh Worthing— I, at the center of all that has been or is to be. 31

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Edna Randall— Practice teaching! It is one of the tilings that isn’t a “may” but a Maggie Smith— Her state is like that of the things in the regions above the moon, clear and serene. Harold Bennett— lie's on tin farm, with none to harm, And free from care and strife. Ralph Randall— I make it a point to be jolly. Much study, you know, is all folly. Phoebe Crumb— She has common sense in a way that's uncommon. Flora Morgan— Possessing all the power of management. Jennie Pratt— My little Sis, the thing you lack, is just a good tongue-holder. SOPHOMORE ROLL CALL Emma Hurleton— A maiden modest yet self possessed. May me Sell raven— Serenely moving on her way. Allen Sampson— If my heart is depressed with cares. The mist is dispelled when a girl appears. Ella Messner And still her tongue runs on ( but not still. ) Grant Shortt I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Actions nor utterances, nor power of speech. To stir men’s blood. I only blunder on. Ralph Atkins Stabbed by a white wench's roguish gray eyes. Carl Cragoe — Young in limbs, in judgement, old. Lenora Zeilke— Who steals my lovers, steals my all. Clifford Schoonover— Behold an actor am I. Jennie Norton— I love not man the less, but nature more. 32 i 4 . «• must.” always