Oakwood High School - Acorn Yearbook (Fithian, IL)

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THE A C 0 R JUNIOR CLASS BALLAD The Juniors are a thrifty class; They are now eighteen in number; And, though some others may not pass, They’ll ne’er be caught at slumber. Alice heads the very list, In classics she’s profound; Her words are always rightly said, So she will be renowned. Arnold now must grace the page, He ne’er was president; But he can tell you how a “Spike” Can act like any gent. Emmodee is full of fun, Her laughter makes you merry, We wonder why instead of Dee Her real name isn't fairy. Eugene is a gentle lad, Don’t mind him when he stutters, Although he speaks less in his class, He’s better far than others. Helen has a memory bright That few can hope to share, But if we always do our best. For this we need not care. Troubles cannot daunt Irene; Her dimples vanish never; While clouds may others’ faces trace The sun lights her’s forever. Oh, give me Jenny’s placid face, Where trials seem ne’er at home; She’ll tell you how to be at ease Wherever you may roam. Maudie never was afraid To stand for her convictions, Honor, truth, integrity Shine forth in her actions. Mildred S. with wondering eyes Expresses melancholy, But call this not a grievous fault For it cannot be folly. Myrtle is a genius rare; Her soul abounds in music. But let us hope this gift will not Be wasted in the lyric. 1Twenty-eightJ

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I THE ACORN HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF ’20 LEVEN years ago a great many little boys and girls skipped merrily along at the first ringing of the old school bell for them. Since then a part of this number have probably stopped school to go out into the wide, wide world. But fifteen of those many children were destined to join together and form our present junior class of the Oakwood Township High School. We entered high school with three times our number the first year of this school in its present building. W have lived a happy-go-lucky life through our freshman and sophomore years, but when we received the title of ‘‘Jolly Juniors” we decided to try to outshine all previous junior classess. Our president, “Spike” McKinley, had a great mania for going swimming every time that we had a class meeting, but through the untiring efforts of our vice-president, Myrtle Williams, our faithful secretary, Maude Brain, and our business-like business manager, Ray Watson, we accomplished a class play. This was a great success though it was hindered at various times by influenza and car strikes. For our success this year we are greatly indebted to our efficient class advisor. Miss Brazelton. The class has always ranked high in both boy’s and girls’ athletics; and at the end of our junior year our girls’ basketball team can still say they have never lost a game. W. G. ’20. [Ticenty-acvcn J

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THE ACORN Orena quick and to the point Sets all a bright example. Waste not your time in anything, For time is none too ample. Pauline, sets all a chase, We wish for more gray matter, But though she knew this was the case, I know it would not flatter. Ray shines forth upon his class Like other rays of light, And we cannot catch up with him Though try with all our might. People say that Vergie’s queer And sometimes think she’s dumb, And do not always heed the fact That hearts say more than tongue. Winifred is bound to win In worlds where science reigns, For she will always investigate And know the source of things. Now we bid you all farewell, Next year to meet again, But hope swells high within our hearts That we’ll be Seniors then. V. D. ’20. [Twenty-nine]