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

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SOPHOMORE HOSPITALITY Prelude T'was a fine bright winter day Sophomore girlies went away Upstairs to recite in a class. And altho it's strange to say They left downstairs a spread so gay To be discovered by a bonnie Junior lass. How she giggled when she found it. I Iow her bright eyes danced with joy. Was told by the one who found her. Oh! he was a Junior boy. Then these two good jolly Juniors Straitway up the stairs they went. With their faces full of laughter And their minds on mischief bent. There the ever watchful teacher Caught the twinkle in their eye Hut as soon as e'er his back was turned. The glorious news did Hy. Then they planned the thing together. How the spread they all would steal, And tote away and hide somewhere. Till time for Sophies meal. They knew they conld not all go On this important mission So they choose two trusty members, This to avoid suspicion. Directions had been given So down stairs these persons crept Until they reached the cupboard Where this wonderous spread was kept. Those foolish girls had thot this cupboard Would harbor safely all put in it; And they little knew the danger Now approaching every minute. Swiftly, but with careful fingers All their spread the Juniors took. Carried slyly from the basement And hid in a secluded nook.

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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.

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Then the Sophomores went to get it But no spread there could they find. Every single box was gone And not a bottle left behind. Oh, the angry, threatening faces, That those girlies wore that day, Told of words they were suppressing. Words they did not dare to say. When that afternoon the Juniors Then enjoyed their luncheon fine. The spirit of these Sophomores Was shown by word and sign. Oh, these angry girlies. How they cursed the Juniors then ’Till a pleasant little lecture Brot them to their wits again. But we know they have resolved, Each and every one of them, That come what may, good or bad, They never will get sore again. rr - SOPHOMORE IMAGINES =— Imagine Della if she were tall. Imagine Gertrude if she were small. Imagine Joseph without a grin. Imagine Jessie committing a sin. Imagine Hazel without any beaux. Imagine Bessie without any foe. Imagine Lloyd without any curls. Imagine Kelsey jollying the girls. Imagine Robbie if he were big. Imagine Howard dancing a jig. Imagine Marie without a pout. Imagine Will if he were stout. Imagine Clayton if he were dark. Imagine Ward to be a great, “shark.” And now you can imagine this wonderful class of happy laddie and lass. man