Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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{ The Legend of the Flowers MARION McCARVlLLE Stars of the earth the flowers were called In the days of long ago, For just as the stars bejewel the sky They brighten the earth below. But lovelier yet is the legend we get From the ancient Indian lore That the angels gather the flowers that die And strew them on heaven ' s floor. The lilies whiten the milky way, The forget-me-nots are the blue; The violets purple the summer sky. And deep in the velvet blue The yellow daffodils shine and glow With a wondrous golden light, For they are the stars that stud the sky As they peep through the curtain of night. When the promise of God appears in the sky, A wave of lustrous light. There are gathered there from everywhere. By the hands of angel ' s white. The lovely flowers that here on earth Have faded and drooped and died. And now are transplanted and bloom again In the rainbow, side by side. No flower so small, no hue so dim. But it serves to beautify The universe, that the sons of man May see and learn thereby That there ' s nothing so small in God ' s whole earth. But has its work to perform For service is judged by the willing heart, And not by the burden borne. I i f

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To those among us. Students, Alumni, and Faculty, who have offered their services and their lives to maintain their country ' s honor in this crisis, we dedicate this Index

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MAY INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVENTEEN Larry ' s Scheme ONEITA WEST THE discontent had finally reached all of the members of the Home. The matron laughingly called it spring fever, but it was much more depressing, and, instead of improving, it increased as spring ad- vanced. Instead of war stories, the weather was discussed; instead of telling rather ancient jokes and quips, the probability of rain within twenty- four hours was argued pro and con. One sunny morning when this state of affairs had endured for a month, the matron discovered the cause. While she was passing through the living room, she overhead the conversation of some of the soldiers. They were discussing the plans for Memorial Day, which had just been announced. Well, declared Dan Bailey defiantly, I, for one, don ' t intend to ride in any of their autos! Why, I marched hundreds of thousands of miles under ' Little Mac ' he boasted. They think because our hair is white, we should be packed in excelsior, and put on the top shelf labeled, ' Fragile — handle with care. ' The scorn in his vo ice seemed to loosen the tongues of the others too. That ' s just what I Do they think just because We ' re younger than they ever If we can ' t march, we won ' t go at all, finished Sam Young, delighted to complete a sentence without interruption. But then, one usually listened when he spoke anyway. The matron hurried off to inform the committee on arrangements of the attitude of the soldiers. The committee met that evening at Mr. Flood ' s home to decide what was to be done. It ' s perfectly foolish! insisted Mr. Flood. Do they ex- pect to march three miles in the parade? They can ' t march! They ' re too old, replied Mr. Brummer. We all know that, interrupted Mr. Ellsworth, but what are we going to do about it? We can ' t leave them out and the matron says they won ' t ride! Oh, said Mr. Flood ' s son, Larry, just jolly ' em along a little! Pat ' em on the back! If you think it ' s so easy, just try it, challenged Mr. Ryan grimly. ' All right, and what ' s more, I ' ll promise to have every mother ' s son of them in autos and ready for the parade on May 30. Well, here ' s hoping, said his father. At school the next day, Larry found sixteen of his friends who were willing to help him. Although more autos than this were needed, he knew that when others heard of it they would follow fast enough. When some- Page thirteen