Oakwood High School - Acorn Yearbook (Fithian, IL)

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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

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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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THE ACORN 19 2 6 Seniors Farewell Long have we cherished thee 0. T. H. S. Here were the times spent, happiest and best; Memories we’ll cherish all our life thru. Of thee and the good in this old world you do. Green as all Freshies are liable to be. May be more so when we came to thee; Then as our manners and ways grew better, We came to know and to love every letter. As Sophomores we were more seriously Studious, but still as if on a spree; As Juniors we spent our time studying ’tis true, Happy the year was the whole time through. Now we are Seniors and must say “Farewell,” How much we love thee we never can tell; May other lives pass here as happily As have the years we have spent here with thee. —Zora M. Quick, ’26. Page Thirty