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

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She came to them a freshman green. But she’s green no longer as can be seen. Then there’s Sammy, liked by all. To whose lot many honors fall. Everyone knows he is willing and glad To help out of trouble all who are sad. And next is Carl of precocious mind. And humor too, of a similar kind. He carries off honors on every side And deserves them too, we all decide. Last is Jennie, our valedictorian tall Who dreads very much to speak at the hall. She gladly will help you out of a “mess” Or give you a lift when studies distress. But well this class may be of the best For with line teachers we’ve been blest. First is he who thru four swift years Has reasoned away their doubts and fears. He has helped them as no other could do He’s always loyal, sympathetic, true. Their teacher, when freshmen, Miss Bovee, Comes next to my mind with laughter gay, Small in stature, but wise, Kind, gentle, and good, not according to size. Next she who taught them that same year Helped and advised them; stopped many a tear. Kindly Miss Halbach, unprejudiced, just; When you learn to know her. love her you must. Then there was Miss Curtis, reserved and fair, Bright as the sunbeams that shone on her hair. Stern with offenders, quick to understand, But ready with friendly, helpii g har d. Miss Breitkreutz. next, with perseverente great, Short stories in German, to them would relate; Taught them the adje tives, verbs, and nouns, Tho she sometimes thot that they acted like clowns. And dark-eyed Miss Binnie with raven hair, For history and English she lead them to care; Talked public problems and then economics And helped them out of many a “fix.” And now you’ve heard this story of mine Of this class and their teachers all so line. I'll say no more but time will tell How with these pupils all is well. I’m only a foolish old clock, Tick-tock, tick-tock,”

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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.

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JENNIE M.NORTON MAYME M.SCHRAVEN N 3RA V. LOCKE CARL S.CRAGOE LLEN E.SAMPSON RALPH E.ATKINS ‘ .3CH00 °Sl