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

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SOPHOMORE ROLL CALL Hazel Merrill, She is ever cheerful, sportive, kindly Without vanity, without folly, without pride. Clayton Tupper,— Prevailing poet whose undoubting mind Relieved the wonders which he sung. Howard Ripley,— Far hath he fared and farther must fare, Till he finds his vocation so stately and so rare. Robbie McClain,— Oh, 'tis a peerless boy, Fearless, ingenuous, courteous, capable. Joseph Best, Kind friends may be to thee, But love like hers, thou’It see never again. Ward Large. He that would climb so lofty a tree Or spring such a gulf as divides her from thee, Must dare some high deed, by which all men may see. His ambition is backed by his high chivalry. Bessie Cragoe,— Poetic ardours in my bosom swell. Gertrude Jones,— In all the realms, none other is as good as he. Della Parduhn,— Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, Whene’er I forgather wi’ sorrow and care. Will Reynolds,— A noticeable man with large blue ejes. And a pale face that seems undoubtedly As if a blooming face it ought to be. Marie Hoppe,— The melody of her laugh would charm The towering eagle in her flight And tame a hungry lion. Lloyd Filbey,— Wide flows his hair in many a wave and curl. Kelsey McChain,— World, in thy ever-busy mart, I've acted no unnoticed part. Jessie Reynolds,— Slow in ways, but loyal and willing To do her part according to bidding.

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SOPHOMORK CLASS

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---— • THE SOPHOMORE CLASS ---------------------' ' ‘-- President—Della Parduhn Vice-President—Marie Hoppe Secretary and Treasurer—Bessie Cragoe Another year of our school life is behind us, another year of hard study, of good times and of bad ones. We are another year closer to the time when we, the class of ’12, shall graduate and begin a new life which will bring us either happiness and prosperity or care and sorrow. Our class this year lost two of its members, Helen Hatch and Eddie McKnight, both of whom have been greatly missed. How well the Sophomores will always remember this year! Tho we came near having a scrape or two, we have had some very good times. Even tho we did our share of the “cutting’ up. We tried to do right and have never “cut” up without feeling sorry for it afterwards. How well we succeeded in doing right, no one but the teachers can tell. In Lyceum this year, our class received a great honor. Two of its members were elected to hold offices, one that of secretary and the other of treasurer. As the other two offices were captured by the Seniors, the Juniors received no consideration whatever. W ill the Sophomores ever forget the spread that they so joyously prepared and that the Juniors hid and afterwards ate. Anyone can imagine the feelings of a person who when she has been, anticipating a good time is so cruelly disappointed. It certainly was no fun to go dinnerless, especially just on account of the revengeful spirit of the Juniors. One of the greatest social events of the school this year was a surprise party given by the Sophomores in honor of Miss Binnie's birthday. The Junior reception could not compare with it, for where can you find better entertainers than the Sophomores? Even the Seniors have wished we would give them a reception and surely everyone knows what good tastes the Seniors have. No one can deny that we have some very talented people in our class, for what can compare with Will’s simplified spelling, Lloyd's artistic mode of hairdressing, or Ward’s gracefulness in everything that he does. Then, too, Howard’s wonderful knowlege and Clayton’s inclination to be musical has made our class very popular. What would we do without cute little Hazel or Gertrude, the fancy work fiend! It certainly shows that our class is very studious for Joseph and Kelsey have become nervous wrecks from over study. Without Bessie so fond of novels, or Marie so fond of laughing, or Della so fond of keeping the others (busy), the class could never exist, and what would we do without Robbie, our Mellin's Food Baby, would be very hard to tell. Perhaps, dear reader, after we have become Juniors, we’ll have a longer and more interesting history to write, a history that for its brightness and happiness can-not possibly be compared with one so short and insufficient as this. A Sophomore