Oneida Community High School - Mohawk Yearbook (Oneida, IL)

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SENIOR ANNUAL-CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN—ONEIDA HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS' BASKET BALL TEAM Top Row—Ulutl M»'i'ur Urat e Mt'f'uliorh Bottom B»»w HHrec Ulenu. Lula Thorne ;iatlv« Pattr. Kva Wen h

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SENIOR ANNUAL—CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN—ONEIDA HIGH SCHOOL CLASS HISTORY school, chasing hups and insects from one pasture and field to another and climbing: fences of all de- scriptions. Latin was hard for a great many of us and we felt like a heavy burden had been lifted from our shoulders when the forty minutes had passed each day for recitlnp Latin. The next year we were Sophomores and we now had the fun l uphlnp at the Freshmen, who are now our Jolly Juniors. At Christmas time it was our sad fate to lose our splendid principal on account of ill health. After Christmas Mr. Rennlck became our principal and dreaded subject of Geometry was added to our course. We worked hard to prove that all stralpht anples were equal and it was a difficult task for some of us to see that a stralpht line contained an anple. In 1909 and 1910 we had become Jolly Juniors. This year a dreadful subject fell in our path to be studied by the name of Physics. Bach one dreaded to enter the recitation room when the time for recitlnp was at hand, and we had the same feelinp when we left the recitation room as we did when we left it after Latin class. Two literary societies were formed this year in the Iliph School. ( ne was composed of the Freshmen and Seniors and was called V. S. A. Rut the Jolly Juniors and Sophomores formed one society which was known as N. P. lT. The latter society issued a paper several times durlnp the term, which was en- titled “N. P. U. Although the paper was not large it contained many InterestInp items both to the High School pupils and others. The N. P. IT. society also pave several programs on special occasions in the study hall which were en- joyed by all who heard them. The last September In 1910 of our Iliph School lives we found ourselves under a new teacher. Miss Hannon. We took Solid Geometry. English. Latin civic and the common branches as reviews this year. Our Senior year was full of many toilsome days, we burned many midnight oils working Arithmetic prob- lems and other difficult subjects, and when spring arrived we had only gained a little knowledge but we have now reached the time when we must bid adieu to the O. H. S. and enter into life's school. And life ia one great opportunity. In closing this brief history of the Class of 1911 can we do better than ask, each one of himself: “What use do I Intend to make of this opportunity?” The whole future of the Republic for good or ill depends on the way In which we individually answer this question. M. N. AND G. M. Finis.

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SENIOR ANNUAL-CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN ONEIDA HIGH SCHOOL CLASS POEM INTRODUCTION. The prophet dream», the visions come and go. To him the veil that hides the future years. Seems tc dissolve, dimly the scene he views For hut an instant, then it disappears He writes of shady glenns and sunny dells And such poetic prose quite puts me out And when he speaks of May bells and of Thornes What has a poet left to write about? Oh let the Prophet simply prophecy And leave the Poet to Invoke the muse For when the »r«»phei tries to do It all Softly the Poet murmurs “What's the I’re?” Why are all the people screaming. See the gorgeous banners streaming Bayonets and sabers gleaming Of the soldiers on parade Who's this person they are cheering As his carriage is appearing The triumphant arch he’s nearing See! he stops beneath Its shade. Then an old man close beside me Turned around and coldly eyed me As tho he should like to chide me That such Ignorance I should own Then he turned and without saying Anything, he heard the braying of the hoi ns the band was playing And his face with pleasure shown Then a maiden young and pretty On my lgnorar.ee took pitty vour a stranger In this city’’ That’’ she said I plainly see Or you’d know why hands are playing Why these pennants we’re displaying And so with no more delaying She explained It all to me So 1 heard the explanation Of this glorious celebration That 1 thrilled with admiration Is not very hard to guess Not a single year that passes But the per pie flock In masses Just to see this king of ('lasses 1911 O. H. S. ENVOY Ambition spurs each one to do his best Then do your best altho you win no fame A nd altho fortune mocks you. pl«' the game And play It well, where're your lot may fall Win fame and fortune If you can. hut still Be gentle men and women first of all’ R P S