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

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CLASS POEM. When in the course of school-days fair The time of graduation comes, To separate old friends so dear And part old pals and long sworn chums, We think with gladness of years gone by But the thought of parting brings a sigh. We know that together no more we may stay, That each of our classmates will take his own way, That the old school-days are past and done While we the goal we sought have won. And so it is with this class of ours; We’ve toiled on together thru sunshine and showers. For four long years we’ve clung together Thru joys and sorrows, and all kinds of weather. It is true we have lost from our class over half One way and another they’ve strayed from the path, Till now at Commencement time we stand With only twelve in our little band, But we realize now, yes, every one Though we thought we had finished, we’ve just begun.