Oakwood High School - Acorn Yearbook (Fithian, IL)

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THE ACORN 19 2 6 Way off in a cottage so cozy and sweet Two old maids you’ll be sure to meet— Jessie and Edna you all used to know When you saw them giggling in the Senior row. But now they’re interested in a career And you’ll surely guess it if you listen here, It’s not like that of high school days, But raising cats in fashioned ways. Who is that so happy, so glad and so free? I guess it’s Ruth Dukie, our old friend you see; She’s rocking a cradle and singing a song And this is her life the whole day long. Mary, -who took French in high school days, Has had it more cultivated in many ways; And now she is teaching in far off France, She’s teaching the Frenchies all how to dance. In yonder flame I see a bell And it is tolling o’er all the dell, For Ardith so happy has given away Her heart to Jean this bright May day. Edith, quite different from days of yore, Around Oakwood Township we see no more; But out in Washington near the coast She has a husband of whom she can boast. Pauline, always chucked full of jokes Has gone away from her dear folks, Spending her days at Eureka, a school, And when she returns all of us she’ll fool. Wilma with David each day passes by On their way to study at the U. of I. Another we witness in the distant background, And no other than Bill, is there to be found. Maenette, who in singing doth delight, Spends her hours differently at night; At Fithian on the polished dance hall floor We’ll see her stepping for evermore. Teaching is Zoi'a’s daily duty, But at night her sweet patooty Calls at an early hour to spend His joyful hours with a friend. Garnett still toiling through all the years Has grown quite smart so it appears; In an office thirteen stories high She keeps working up there in the sky. Page Twenty-eight

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19 2 6 THE ACORN Senior Class Prophesy We sat before the campfire flames And in our memories saw these names Our prophecy, how strange doth seem Has spun itself into this scheme. What do you think the book of fate Has promised “Kenny” in years of late, On every dirty street we see Him sweeping for his daily fee. In yonder field a plowing there We find Edgar so bright and fair It seems but a few years ago We saw him in the Senior row. David so bashful in high school days Has suddenly changed his timid ways, And now we find him at U. of I. To make up for the days gone by. Claud, our athlete so big and strong Has left our class it seems not long, But in large cities far away As some professional he doth play. Up in the clouds we see him fly With those great wings a whizzin’ by, And as a carrier of U. S. mail, To little “Runt” we all must hail. Ralph so happy, so handsome, so gay. Through studious books in working his way And some day, an orator we’ll be able to hear The youth we remember from our Senior year. Kelly, we all know is a tall, thin wonder And as a high jumper we see him out yonder, But in his dear school days we all ought to know His athletic ability he never did show. Who is that out yonder, preaching so loud? It seems he is drawing a very large crowd; Now I recollect as his mouth he holds still. It is Harry, our minister who talks on the hill. Gertrude, a school m’arm has turned out to be Helping the kiddies so tiny and wee, But later in years this same girl we see A-doing her housework and happy is she. Page Twenty-seven

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l ;»2 « THE ACORN Across the hall from Garnett working every hour We can see Norah putting forth her power; The song of her typewriter is very strong and clear And this is her daily duty throughout the year. In the lights of Broadway as a flame The letters appear and make a name Of a great musician we all know To see Mme. Oakwood the crowds all go. When all our high school days are o’er The face of Nellie we’ll see no more, But in a sick room far away A nurse she’ll be some future day. Near a little house on a farm not far away You can smell the fresh odor of new mown hay, And to the little kiddies running about You can hear the voice of Pauline shout. Lorine, a sailor’s sweetheart so dear, Has started for the ocean with never a fear, To spend her life on the bright blue sea Is probably her greatest ambition to be. The genius of studies in our old class Around them all in a few years did pass, As a literary student “Mid” did excel Above all others whom we know well. Celma as a librarian still Is working her way up knowledge hill; A duty we all know we must pursue To make better friends and always be true. Ruth, like many others, a married lady will turn And every time she cooks a meal her fingers she’ll burn But that doesn’t matter, that’s all in life For if he can stand to eat it she can stand the strife. LaVon, a happy housewife ’ll be When for “Bus” she makes the daily tea, And happy hours she’ll pass away, Her foot on a cradle to make it sway. Jessie Cauldwell Edna Bock Page Twenty-nine