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

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== SOPHOMORE ALPHABET A is for Arithmetic, with which the sophomores struggled. B is for Bessie, who never gets muddled. C is for Clayton, the favorite of all. I) is for Della, so great yet so small. E is for our editor, with his welcome smile. F is for feeling, which was scattered a mile. (i is for Gertrude, the star of the class. II is for Hazel, who never looks in the glass. 1 is for illness, which took from us Will. J is for Jessie, who lives on the hill. K is for Kelsey, so tall and so slim. j is for Lloyd, so small and so trim. M is for Marie, whose laugh is so hearty. N is for nickels, which help with a party. () is for obedience, which we always did give. P is for pastimes, without which we couldn't live. Q is for questions, which the teachers did ask. R is for Ripley, who could do any task. S is for society, so plainly shown. T is for the tours, so widely known. C is for unity, which never did Break. V is for the ventures, which the sophs did take. W is for Ward, whose face always beams. X is for the ex’s which adorn our themes. V is for the yells, with which the building rings. Z is for zealousness, with which our Best boy does all things. PROF. DRIVES TO ROSEN DALE

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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

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 Bve. ) J Junior Qirl ---: SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM Jiah, rah, rah. who are we We are the Sophomores, yes we be, We're the class that takes the lead All the time, in thought and deed, We're not Freshies green as grass Who boast and stare at things they pass. Neither are we Junior Hunks Stylish! Oh, and little spunks. Neither do we know it all Like the mighty Seniors tall, We are cheerful, bright and strong. We make things move right along. As we hustle through this school, We obey our teachers’ rule, Come on, freshies, move this way. Listen what we have to say, If you grow up true and strong You'll be Sophomores before long.