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

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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

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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 POEM Should you ask me, whence tliese stories, W hence these records and traditions. With their influence upon others. With their tliots and compensations, W ith their guide for those to follow With their meaning ami reflection With their frequent repetitions, I should ansvvei, 1 should tell you From our hearts within us beating. From our school life we have gathered. These few records and traditions Of the memories we have cherished Of the school from whence we parted. Ye, who love a nation’s legends. Love the history of its people. That like voices from afar off, Call to us to pause and listen, peak in tones as clear as crystal. That your hearts are touched within. Listen to these lines of pathos, To these words of kind remembrance. You shall hear how our friend “Curly Crammed and studied in the evening Not for fame and honors only. Not for riches greedily seeking. Not for title was he working, But for higher education. Forth way thru the halls of Ripon All alone walked little Curly, WOndering what his life would be there, should he meet the brown eyed maiden Fate had destined to be his'n f Now we’ll tell of dark-eyed Nora And the beauty of the moonlight Lurked within her chestnut tresses. With her moods of shade and sunshine. Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate. Dreaming, wondering, thinking, hoping, Of that tall and handsome athlete. Could he, would he, should he. Dared he—ever pop the question? Forth upon the football gridiron Or upon the baseball diamond Came a youth with tread so steady. With a will to win the battle. Swift as deer was classmate Sammy,