Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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MAT INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVENTEEN The Buttercup MARY SCOTT Now, did you ever hear me tell About the Buttercup, How all the fairies from the dell. Came out one day to sup? They came from every near-by nook. With tiny bells to ring. And gathered by a rippling brook To feast and dance and sing. The sun shone bright and all were gay. They ' d come to celebrate; The little crippled lad that day Was made to walk quite straight! And so they gathered honey sweet. And mixed the nectar, too. And made dear little cakes to eat. Of many flowers that grew. When all was ready neath a tree, A wee small fairy spoke,- There are no buttercups, said she, For any of us small folk. They hurried about and soon they found A little flower white. Its petals like a cup so round They filled with butter bright. So after this that flower grew Beneath that willow tree; Its petals stained a golden hue With butter, don ' t you see? That night the fairies quietly, In secret crept to where The lad lay sleeping peacefully. And laid the flowers there. Next morn beside his pillow white Those yellow flowers lay; And ever since those blossoms bright. Bring back to him that day. And now each spring that once-crippled boy. For flowers of many kinds Does search; but laughs and cries with joy When Buttercups he finds.

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MAY INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVENTEEN one ventured to say that he had heard that the soldiers were going to march, he answered confidently, I ' m going out to the Home and aslc them to go with the boys as a special honor for us. I wish each of you could go out, too. We just have to make them feel that they ' re wanted. Get ' em to tell you some of their war stories. Flatter ' em a little; they ' ll fall for it just as the girls do. Memorial Day was cloudy but warm. Flags were everywhere. The parade went off well, and, as the boys brought the soldiers all the way from the Home, it lacked the many gaps which would have resulted had they marched part of the way and been driven the other part. The old soldiers received most of the attention. For the first time in a number of years, they seemed to be enjoying a feeling of importance. The National Guard with their brass buttons, the Zouaves with their bright uniforms, the veterans of the Franco-Prussian war with their American flag without the German colors as streamers, were in most cases feeling rather slighted. That evening, the soldiers talked it over. Even if we didn ' t march, said Dan, it was a fine parade. March, repeated another, we couldn ' t have marched with the road to town so muddy from the rain Monday. It would have been a shame if we had disappointed those boys, re- marked Sam Young. They were all so afraid there wouldn ' t be enough of us to go around. 1 felt really sorry for those who came too late to get any of us and had to take the women of the Relief Corps. It ' ll teach them not to put things off again. Did you see how surprised young Larry Flood looked when Dan told him how far he had marched in one campaign? inquired a little man called Weazel because of his ability to get away from sentries while scouting. Yes, and the way they listened to our stories, broke in another. They really laughed at our jokes. They are all quite remarkable young men. I wonder, queried Sam, how they knew we would like to help trim the autos? This is the first time we have had any personal interest in the parade. We have had everything done for us but no one seemed to really care much whether we came or not, and as for asking us if we liked it they never thought of it. Yes, they certainly are remarkable young men, especially that Larry boy! His grandfather was a fine man and Larry is a ' chip off the old block. ' Well, at least, said the Weasel, smoking contentedly, we ' ve found someone who wants us! As for the boys, it was as Larry said: They ' re great sports when you get to know ' em. Page fourteen

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i V The Star-Spangled Banner Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn ' s early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight ' s last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro ' the perilous fight, O ' er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets ' red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Gave proof thro ' the night that our flag was still t here. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mist of the deep. Where the foe ' s haughty host in dead silence reposes. What is that which the breeze, o ' er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning ' s first beam. In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: ' Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and wild war ' s desolation; Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, xvhen our cause is just. And this be or motto: In God our trust! And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Page sixteen i