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

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CLASS SONG. Tune: Silver Threads Among the Gold. Teachers, Friends and Schoolmates too, We must bid farewell to you, Joyfully we’ve hailed this day, Which will start us on life's way. And yet we feel a sadness too, Flooding our hearts with feelings true, For now no more will Autumn tell To us the scenes we love so well. Chorus: We will lift our voices clear and strong, Love lights the path we’ve known so long, Hope will gild our future’s way, Hail to our Commencement Day. And now on parting we must raise, A song in Alma Mater's praise, May Fortune smiles upon her cast. And loyal men stand at her mast. And if ever she should need. Friends in thought or word or deed, She may look back on the class, Whose love for her will always last. —Bessie Cragoe.

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In our third year came the crowning event of our high school days—the Junior reception. What fun we had preparing the hall for the evening! With what consternation we grasped the fact that there was nothing in town with which to color the punch. Then also came the declamatory contest, on St. Patrick’s day in which three of our members, Bessie Cragoe, Della Parduhn, and Robert McClain took part. Bessie Cragoe won second place with the selection, “The Sacrifice of Sydney Carton.” As Seniors, we have bent our thoughts less upon social events and more upon hard work. We realize that our high school days are gone, and we ask ourselves, “Have we made the best of them?” We have always been fortunate in the possession of teachers who have had our welfare in mind and who helped us to gain that for which we were seeking. In our Freshman and Sophomore years, Mr. Curtis, Miss Binnie and Miss Breitkreutz helped us to lose our greenness and for them we still feel love and respect. When we were Juniors, we again had the fortune of possessing able and pleasant teachers, Mr. Puffer, Miss Broderick, and Miss Stolp, who helped us faithfully and earnestly. Their work we also think of with sincerest appreciation. Then in this, our last year, we have had Mr. Patterson, Miss Bangsberg and Miss Hill, who have always had a desire and willingness to help with the difficult lesson and to work for our good. This, then, is the history of our four years of high school, years that now seem short and full of busy work. Now we are anxious to prove that they have been beneficial to us by making a place for ourselves in the big. wide world.

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Shr iRimr of Ibp (Ulaao of Z It is an ancient pedagogue. And he stoppeth ladies three, “By thy ancient beard and stern gray eye, Now wherefore may this be? “The assembly doors are opened wide And we are going in; For Nineteen Sixty’s class is met Diplomas fair to win.” He holds them with a skinny hand, “There was a class,” quoth he, ‘That years ago was just as fair As the one you are now to see. “Oh, Class of ’12! Long years have passed, Since merrily we went To the brick school-house up on the hill, Where happy hours we spent. ‘Oh listen to my stirring tale Of the class of famous nine, Whose study hard, day after day, Made not their hearts repine “Our President, bold, gallant Lloyd Pursued he was by pretty girls, Fast autos, large, he loved and—yea, His countless, light brown curls. ‘A pretty lass was Hazel bright; Her lips were red, her hair was black, Tho’ artless and demure her mien, In mischief still she did not lack. “A farmer’s boy was Ward B. Large, A boy so rich, forsooth, That candy had he to dispense, This tall, broad-shouldered youth.