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

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 We, the Class of 11112, in the County of Fond du Lac, State of Wisconsin, being of sound mind and memory, do therefore make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament: First: To Arthur Cowles, the right to love all the girls he chooses. Second: To the Juniors, a book on etiquette and entertainments. Third: To Alice Fisher, the right to talk all she wishes. To Edwin Bristol, a soft, soft pedal. To Lenora H, a rubber (Ball) to play with. To Elsie H, a patent on her s-s-s-s-s-s-s-ss-s-s-s-s-s. To Sadie M, a pair of shoes with no squeak. To Hattie M, a voice strengthener. To Agnes B, a pair of dark glasses to cover those eyes. To Jennie G, the latest ragtime. To Herman S, a shot gun to keep away the girls. To the Freshmen, the right to all talk at once. To the Sophomores, a few manners. To Harold L, a bottle of soothing syrup and a bottle of anti-fat compound. To Elsie B. something to catch her smiles. To Mabel M, the right to whisper at any time. To Leone L, a few extra (dates). To Nina O. a switch. To Alta B, permission to flirt all day. To Harold B, permission to gather (hazelnuts). To William S, the right to make Sunday night calls. To Carleton H, a seat nearer the girls. To George M, the right to become tutor of the next Geometry class. To Milton E, an aeroplane to carry him to school on time. We hereby nominate and appoint Lester Hobbs, executor of this our last Will and Testament and it is our desire that he be required to give bonds for the faithful performance of his duty. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand and seal this seventh day of June, 1912. (Signed)—Class of 1912. In the Presence of, Alta Bennett, Carl Parduhn, Ruth Cowi.es.

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‘Though many men are beautiful, With Rob could none compete, His oratory was superb, His smile, like honey, sweet. “Young Harry! independent, strong, Heedful he of his attire, A rich bass voice had he, But was too shy to join the choir. ‘0 blithe, original Marie, A talker great was she, And in each cheek a dimple gleamed When deigned she to smile on me. “Della was a brown-eyed miss, With measured tread and thoughtful brow. For themes her name was famous then, But far more famous now. “From lips of Bess, sweet music flowed Like whispered from the sea, Light was her hair, and blue her eye, Her walk as stately as could be. “And last there was calm Howard, A friendly, goodly lad. He loved to study hour by hour And owned no silly fad. ‘The noted class of 1912, Oh, happy was its life, Yet think not that it was without Its troubles, quarrels and strife. “Farewell, Farewell, ye ladies three, Your eyes with kindness light, And when ye enter yonder door, Think of the Class of ’12 so bright.” —Della Parduhn.

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(Elafia lUmtuntut lH5n The night is wonderfully clear and warm and the guests have gathered in the home of Mrs. Hazel Somers, in the quiet, peaceful little village of Oakfield. A luxurious banquet is being given. The hostess, gentle and friendly, flits about eager that her guests be well taken care of. Gray-haired men and women are these, some with lines of care upon their faces, but a pleasant and cheerful spirit pervades the elegant room. “Now, while the soup is being served,” says the hostess, “let us give an account of ourselves. This is the first reunion we have had since 1920. You, Mr. Filbey,” speaking to a portly old gentleman at the foot of the table, “as the president of the class of 1912, begin. Relate what you have been doing all these years.” Mr. Filbey looks around at the company present, smoothes his curly, white hair, clears his throat, and begins, “Well, ah, let’s see —I really can’t remember much of my youth, nor what happened after commencement except that I obtained a position as chauffeur for Marshal] Field of Chicago, and went on a tour of the United States and Europe, which lasted three years. Then I became Junior partner in an auto firm in New York. Not long afterward I was married. I have always been in good health until now, that I am in danger of consumption,” laughing and slapping his fat knees and shaking himself until his plump face becomes red and beaming with good humor. “Frau Veilchen, will you please tell us your experiences now?” says the hostess. A stately lady, tranquil-faced and blue-eved, inclines her head. ‘ ‘ Soon after my graduation at the famous college of Lawrence, I went to Germany to study music. My instructor was a young professor, who could scarcely speak English. This necessitated a more thorough study of the language on my part, than I was wont to give it in the days when dear old Miss Bangsberg so patiently taught us. We were finally married and have for long years been conducting a conservatory of music in Berlin.” “Ah, Bess, you always were queer. Now we would like to hear you, Rev. McClain.” All eyes turn respectfully to a white-haired preacher, who says: “Fellow Classmates, after leaving the school of my youth, I