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

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SENIOR C We. the class of 1914. of the Oakfield High School in the County of Fond du Lac, State of Wisconsin, United States of America in the Northern and Western Hemisphere, being sound in mind and memory, but fearful of physical abilities, declare this to be our only and last lawful testament and will; First—We do bequeath to the juniors our best wishes for their intelligent welfare. Second—To Edwin B. a clear right of way on the limekiln road. Third—To Harold F. balm for the grin that never wears off. Fourth—To Miss Dougherty an extra loud class bell. Fifth—To Elsie B. a license to rob the cradle. Sixth—To Claude P. the right to smile at least twice a month. Seventh To Earl M. the right to fuss regardless of the time and place. Eighth—To Miss Fisher all the freshman classes. Ninth—To Harry Read the privilege of attention to I. Z. so she will be contented. Tenth—A new style of hair dressing. Eleventh—To Miss Walker and Miss Anderson inseparable companionship. Twelfth—To Agues B. a stout string to a certain senior lad so she will be able to hold on to him. Thirteenth—To Miss Olson a trip to Madison. Fourteenth—To Grace Cowles the right to chew gum only in her own presence. Fifteenth—To Niel Morgan the right to attack boys in basketball who are three or four times his size. Sixteenth —To Hattie Meyer the right to make caricatures of the faculty. LASS WILL Seventeenth—To Mildred T. a fat reducer. Eighteenth—To Edward M. a book of cute remarks. Nineteenth—To Mabel M. the “Willies.” Twentieth—To Fern B. a blush eradicator. i wenty-first—To Olivia M. the privilege of making up work under Mr. N. G. Lentzner. Twenty-second—To Harold Lurvey the power of perfect recovery. Twenty-second To Guy D. the right to play basketball regardless of his standings. Twenty-third—To Mildred E. at least one fellow on whom she may depend. Twenty-fourth—To Mr. Lentzner an hour's peace from the “Coon.” Twenty-fifth—To Leone F. the privilege of being original. Twenty-sixth—To all others who have not been inen-t'oned the remainder of our valuables will be equally divided We hereby appoint Delmar Reynolds executor of our last will and testament, and having perfect faith in his ability end character, no bond will be required. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this twenty-ninth day of May. in the year of our Lord. One Thousand Nine Hundred Fourteen. (Signed) CLASS OF 1914. In presence of: Katherine Jansen. Clinton Ehrhardt. Arthur Worthing. 18

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CLASS Hark to the sound, the seniors do appear! Lo! on they come no danger do they fear, With toil's bright dew drops on their weary brow. Concerning high school their toils are over now. First in the room before the reddening sun. Last in the shadows when the day is done. Line after line she studies out her work. Marks the deep thoughts where duty should not shirk: But where Sadie works she clears the stubborn way. The smooth, easy answer opens at her sway. Even Harold, the stalwart junior, we should reckon. Answers to Sadie's most delightful beckon. Up the steep hillside our classmate climbs. Slants the long track that scores his high school days. Through the four years with ever steady mind. The patient student breaks his destined ways. At every turn the loosening chains resound. To Arthur’s hope a gladdened joy is found. In Johanna. South Byron's city belle. Our classmate made his choice and made it well. Carleton is the lad. who always true to school. Endeavors with his might to keep the teacher’s rule. On every day his stern commands are heard Kinging in the schoolroom distinctly every word. Ho is the one for whom midnight oil is burned Down n Beirne-town—he’s many lessons learned. High are the marks our classmate does attain. The result of working with all his force and main. POEM OF 1914 Ah. student Alice, whose ever working brain Wakes us to life, but throws us back in vain. How sweet your features, kind to every one, Mock with your smile the everfailing “son.” Pride of the class of 1911 strong. For you ’tis surely a bashful boy does long. Your desire to leave us—the westerners to teach. Will place you in the range of the coyote’s screech. Year after year the class has struggled on. Gaining and loosing as it passed along. In our last year from Rosendale we won. A girl who shares our sorrows and our fun. Matt'e has an aim to be a teacher too. And she will work, undoubtedly 'tis true. ’Til in her school, her hope has gained its end. And satisfied she strives unto everyone a friend. With these pennants and banners now displayed. In blazing colors on the walls arrayed. Tis on a senior that these trophies rest. Halbert Ball—of athletes the best. True to his team this famous athlete toils To crown with honor their hard earned spoils The same firm will and unbounded vim. Will help him a Crystal Lake lass to win. I ong as the arching skies above us spread. And through school with ever steady tread. We ll be true to Oakfield. to teachers and to friends. While bravely striving onward to the end. MATTIE GABHARDT. 17

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CLASS SONG—FAREWELL Tune “Farewell Summer. ' Dear old school, our hour has come. Our toil is o’er, our prize is won. Tho the future gleams before us. Still our eyes look fondly back To the victories in football. Basketball and field and track. To debates and contests, too. Dear old school, ’twas all for you! CHORUS. Fare you well, dear Oakfield High School, Teachers, friends and schoolmates true. Fare you well, dear Oakfield High School, Farewell, farewell to you. Fare you well, dear Alma .Mater, Days of toil well-mixed with play. Never will we be together As we have been day by day. All these joyful times are past now. We must leave them all behind— Yet, the memory still lingers Lovingly within each mind. 19 S. A. M.