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

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SENIOR ANNUAL—CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN—ONEIDA HIGH SCHOOL BOYS BASKET BALL TEAM l.r trt IVestlunU l.vnm Adams, Dean Bacon. Roval Sundrll, John lVtrr ou Harrv Adams

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SENIOR ANNUAL—CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN—ONEIDA HIGH SCHOOL CLASS PROPHECY mates. Royalty indeed was a strange Rooseveltlan like- ness in whom I recognized my old friend Sundell. who. hav- ing mastered the mysteries of mechanical science was demonstrating to the rising generation the value of con- centrated effort, only acquired by constant adherence to tne Rennick doctrine. The magic spell still holds me as I be- hold how great a class was ours- but still I had felt that this was only the Que of something better to come. The flowers the lovely fairies seemed to weave in a huge bouquet, only to fall at my feet or shower around me. were thrice beautiful, when 1 perceived an Adam and Eve in charge of the floral gardens, and rightly styled the head- man In the art. Amid the din and clatter of the rising city, I beheld the fair Myrtle, and as the misty cioud cleared, a suffragette she appeared and ugain my heart was thrilled at the re- sults of an earlier training; the aggressiveness of the fair members of our class was wonderful. The May bell seemed to be charming the heart and lit of the crowded populace with sweetest music, winning her way Into farne, thus scor- ing another credit on our roll of worthy colleagues. The dramatic abilities of our one-time declaimer, seemed woven into such excellence and eloquence, that rom platform to platform. In her travels she received the grand ovation— isn't she a Lulu! Still my fancy’s procession moved on and the one-time farmer girl is swaying the rod of sweetness and love over a bunch of young hopefuls, serving her country and the ris- ing generation, such as Eva of the class of '11 could do. The spell seems breaking, but I dimly beheld our own worthy professor fired with the call of the wild —direct- ing in his inimitable way a university In the far west In a rising city, instilling into those wild and wooly Western- ers the great value of concentration of mind, such as we the class of double one was so thoroughly endowed with. In a large crowded city there appears looming in view a large massive building which 1 plainly discerned as a con- vent, having as one of its occupants our own fair Cath- erine. But she longs to be free from its prison-like walls, when lo! and behold, as if by mugi.c she is rescued by her prince charming and hied away to live and reign in love’s sweet domain—forever free from the perplexing problems of her spinster companions. lastly—I beheld your class prophet mending his way along in this grand procesion. but his course deviates from the crowd as he enters his study to prepare his sermon for the morrow. The directing of his flocff into the straight and narrow way. in which his instructors had sc» rigidly insisted that he should walk. As the vlson grows dimmer and dimmer, 1 aroused my- self from my seemingly entranced state of mind to find the room in darkness, save for the light cast over me from the few remaining embers. I find my book still open on my knee and again I realized that even though we may have been happy in our work we can still be happy in the thought that others will take our places and be as happy as we were during the hours, which will be ticked away by the same old clock on the wall. We wish our successors happy years and with these farewell words on our lips we hope to find this great class, unbroken. In the great alluring future- as my vision pre- dicted. We’ve crossed the bay. the ocean lies beyond.

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SENIOR ANNUAL-CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED ELEVEN—ON El DA HIGH SCHOOL c Tunc— Jauiilla ' Farewell our High School! It Is sad to leave you now. Still with thy rule. We'll .succeed, we vow. Anti thru years of tolling, hen we all are far apart. The old school bell’s ringing, e'll recall at heart. Chorus. School days! Dear old school «lays! Happiest days of all our life. School days' Farewell school days! Now comes the strife. In college or teaching. We will strive each night and day: Never forgetting The old rose and grey. And then coming years. Our dear teachers we'll recall. And with smiles and tears. Love them best of all. Chorus. School days! Dear old school days! Happiest days of all our life! School days! Farewell school days! Now comes the strife Tune: Kiss Me. Ren nick, our dear old Ren nick. We hate to leave you badly you know Some day you'll still recall us LASS SONGS Anti say you liked us as we liked you. While away out In Frisco You'll be thinking what we're doing Anil how we're succeeding Back here without you, our good old friend So Proff, before you go Proff, Two rahs for Ren nick (Rah! Rah!) Ren nick wt like you. Tune: Save Up Your Kisses. Oh Hannon. Dear Hannon! With the specks on your nose. And your black tresses waving Wherever you go. In Algebra and English You have made quite a name So Colleen, save up, examinations. That you may keep up your fame Ti|ne: Has Anybody Here Set r Kelley.” Has anybody here seen Coleman Our dear J: niter? oh. have you s-va the boys as they ran As she ope'd the do r? Sure she's kind and good to all of you If you obey as she wants you to. Has anybody here seen Coleman. Coleman of the Emerald Isle. Tune: Patrick J. O-Haro. Oh I like the Sophomores: but best of all there's one Altho I'm a Senior, I too must have some fun. Hut when all the tens in arithmetic, in that black grade book's won, The class of nineteen 'leven will say to Eva well Done. Tune: Put on Your old Grey Bon- net” Put on your old blue 1m in net With the black Jet on it While we pack our books And leave today. Come on Myrt and hustle For we all must rustle To honor old rose ami grey. Tune: Put Your Arms Around Me Honey.” How I love to hear the charmin'; voice of Shedd, Ringing In my oars when I could— slap his head. i»h you Geometry! with your ques- ti ns float ng free But you can't compare vflth my moonlight rides. With my good pal James a-slttln' — by my side, oh 1 do like ,my school. When far fio .1 its rule!