Oroville Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Oroville, CA)

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 3n ftpmariam “Now for thorn there is no sorrow. Now for them all struggles cease Now for them all strife is ended; They have won a glorious peace MRS. PATTON (Dora Tucker), ’02.. 1885-1916. EDGAR RIPPEY, ’10. 1891-1915. JOHN COLEMAN, ’16. 1898-1915.

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Second Year Class Marcella Coimeny. Robert Cole. Pansy Muse. Dorothy Ivin ;. Willie Schneider. Ferol Wright. First Year Class Claude Auclair. William Bennett. Andrew Brown. George Brown. Rita Cannon. Florence Hodges. George Kister. Thelma Meyers. Grace Mooney. Nora Nordmark Melba Post. Walter Rugh. Henry Talken. Arda Treleaven. m i v i a Commercial Department In 1909, the present commercial course was organized, and in the spring of 1911. a class of six received the first commercial certificates issued. This showed that they had successfully completed a two years’ course in stenography and bookkeeping, together with six other necessary credits in Fnglish, Commercial Arithmetic. Science or Manual Training. Since 1911, classes ranging from six to eight have completed this course each year. Their training enables them to do regular office work. Many pupils, however, go on to a higher school, usually a business college, in order to prepare themselves still more fully for their chosen work. It is interesting to note that positions in the different offices of the county, of lawyers, of physicians, and in the banks, are being successfully filled by students who complete the Commercial course. 13

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’ Tis one black mass of nothingness. No. nol nothingness, but shapeless trees huddled together. Something white is moving from tree to tree. ’Tis Boc, in search of Inspiration. Her search has taken her along countless paths ending only in confusion. Mysterious music is ringing in her mind. Whence does it come? Is the Light near? Boc stops her wandering, trying to pierce the darkness beyond her. Ah! The Light! Only a spark—but no. ’tis a flame, ever growing in brightness. Boc. lithe, young, and hopeful, darts after it with outstretched arms. The Light Is gone! Boc is again left in the darkness, longing, yearning, to possess that Light ever near in mind: hopelessly distant from sight. II. Lightning stabs the black low hanging heavens. At intervals. amid torrents of rain, a jagged mountain is seen. Boc struggles through the storm toward the summit. Are her ears deceiving her? Music whirls around her in the rain. In the thunder, in the lightning. The Light! shining brighter than ever, gleams through the angry air. Boc starts forward. The Light moves faster and faster. She almost grasps it, but a fallen tree trips her. Strength, not of body, but of will, causes her to make another effort. She rises and sees the Light, not dimmed by the rain, but more vivid than ever. Boc pursues, but all her courage assists her little, for the way is rough, dark, and cruel. Is the Light growing dimmer? Yes, but within her reach! She has but to grasp it. and it is hers forever. She strives, but her arms, paralyzed with Joy. hang limp at her sides, as again the Light disappears. making its absence as ominous as it had been before. III. ’Tis a glorious summer night, the meadow is flooded