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

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FARE THEE WELL Though we possess a comprehensive language, it is difficult to find words with which to express our deep appreciation of the kindness, the patience, and the sympathy our teachers have shown to us during the years of their work in the Oakfield High School. Short, bus , happy years they were and therefore it is with regret that we say good-bye to our teachers. It is our desire to do credit to their teachings and ever in the future we will look back to the happy dayswespe itin theschool house on the hill with Miss Binnie, Miss Breikreutz, Miss Curtis, Miss Donaldson, Miss Watson and Mr. Curtis as our friends and teachers. Their memory will be embedded deeply in our lives. Farewell; what more suitable or beautiful word can we find with which to bid adieu? That one word conveys more good wishes for happiness and welfare than the finest and glowing speech could ever give. Teachers. Good-bye! Goodbye! We wish you all happiness and prosperity and hope that you will always remember the High School of Oak-Held. “Fare thee well! And if forever. Still forever, fare thee well.’

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—— CLASS OF 1910 ==== President—Carl Cragoe. Vice President—Nora Locke. Secretary and Treasurer— Allen Sampson. What the school clock said: Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'm only the school clock. But 1 will tell you a merry tale Of a class of Seniors hale, A story of lads and lasses, My favorite of the classes. There were many of them at first But fate has done her worst For more than half are gone And seven remain alone. Just three of these began together And have toiled on thru changing weather. Oh, I am sorry to see them go— i shall miss the tones of their voices low; I shall never more see them pass With laughter from each class; I feel their loss in the debate; 1 11 know they're gone from study sedate. They’ll look no more at me and smile When study is done for a little while; But to me their memory will be dear Tho strangers come from year to year. I'll know that somewhere in the throng These girls and boys, so brave and so strong. Are doing good to their fellow-men In ways beyond my narrow ken. First, there's the darling of the class A mischievous, brown-eyed lass Who came last year from far Gillett. They’re mighty glad she came, you bet! And then there's Ralph who looks so grave You'd scarcely think he could misbehave. He joined them in the Grammar room To be a preacher is his doom. And next does come the actor “Schoonie” Who, some folks think, is almost “looney,” But under the comedian's mask Is the will and the skill for the hardest task. Next to my mind comes the thots of Mayme, So gentle and kind, each day the same.