Oakville High School - Tillicum Yearbook (Oakville, WA)

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1 III: T11 LICUA1 QLASS GEM THE SENIORS Raymond's a natural born flirt, He likes maidens both sober and pert, He chews lots of gum, And then studies some, But the last he says makes his head hurt Mildred is little, not tall, She never is naughty at all, The piano she plays, We like her droll ways, She joined us only last fall. Earl is one more or our boys, He never is heard making a noise, He plays basket ball, For not a girl does he fall, He thinks them the most foolish of toys. Ernie thinks dancing is fine, Then red hair comes second in line, He takes her aboard, In his cute little Ford, And Oh! they do have such I1 time. Paul is both quiet and wise, He never was known to make eyes, To college he'll go, Be at the head of the row, To get A in each subject he tries. Edna is every one's friend, Her note books she always will lend, In Home Ee sh'e is great, In English first rate, Her grammer one never can mend.

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THE TILLICUM FQQ LUVE UF OUR CQUNTRY99 In remembrance of those former students in the Oakville Schools whoare now in som'e branch of the Ser vice. BEN TRAIL RUFUS TRAIL FARLEY MYERS CHARLES NEWTON ARTHUR AMES CHARLES AMES JOSEPH MENISH ORVILLE STRONG WILLIAM HYDER GUY HYDER LAFE BALCH ARTHUR BACHELOR WILLIAM VOSPER CARL PLATZ CARL BENNETT CLIFFORD FOREST NELSON PRESTON LEONARD PRESTON If any arc missing from this list, who should have been here, we beg your tolerance, for it has been found practically impossible to obtain a com- plete list.

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TIIE TILLICUA1 Ethel is there with the smile, She sits and just laughs all the While. She's in on all fun, To school she does run, We'd like to have more of her style. Now Orvin is oft fast asleep, He's related to Little Bo Peep, 'Mong his favorite sports, Is writing reports, Tho they cause Mr. Stewart to weep. Grace is our champion speaker, There never was one that could beat 'er, Tho Orvin oft tries, His argument dies, When the War is o'er, a soldier will' seek 'er. Ludella sits just back of me, And a pedagog sure she will be, She has a fierce bark, They'll all toe the mark, When she starts out, just wait and you'll see. There's no one left but just I, Nothing about me till I die, Then flowers they'll strew, And sweet things, tho not true, Will be written and said bye and bye. You've heard of each Senior so bright, Whose knowledge is more than a mite, We know lots of stuff, Also know how to bluff, '18-rah rah rah! we're alright. M. L. W. '18,