Ottumwa High School - Argus Yearbook (Ottumwa, IA)

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Lucille Wormhoudt—“Lucy” Happy am I. From care I'm free. Why aren’t they all contented like met Class Treasurer I; Clios 1.2; Philos 3. 4; Glee Club 1.4; Basketball 4; All State Basket ball Team 4; Uke Club 4; Spanish Club 4. Florence Yates— Shorty” If Chemic knowledge be the food of life, feed on.” Glee Club I. 2. 3. 4; Spanish Club 3; Philo 3. 4. Maurice Kitterman Come one, its firm come all, this rock shall fly from base as soon as I. PACK TWENTY-NINK

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Class History THE RIME OF THE NOBLE '21 •M PART THE FIRST It is a noble 21 And he stoppeth one of three. By thy wise looks and pile of books Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? ’ The Senior held him with his hand. I have a charge. quoth he. 'To tell to all that I may meet How great a class are we. September. 1 q 17 We started our career. We were a class both bright and gay. No gloomy looks nor drear. The High upon the hill was full. There was no room for us. So to the Junior High we w ent Without a bit of fuss. Our captain, there was Mr. Grant. But soon he had to leave. We loved him much; we loved him well; It made us all to grieve. To show' that we w ere fond of him And wanted him to stay, We gave a party for this man And it was surely gay. They called a newr man. Brenneman. A “Brainy-Man was he. He knoweth much; he knoweth all; We would we were as he. And then with days of ice and snow In January drear. We went to Big Ottumwa High I o lend it of our cheer. And there a purpose some did win And others had some fun. I hey told us we must do their bid And made us errands run. They sent us to the furnace room Then up again on high. From attic room to basement low But never knowing why. But they soon tired of all this sport And left us all alone. To have our meetings and our fun. And leaders of our own. Quoth Mr. Rice, the principal. To me it’s plain indeed. To guide them thru their Freshman year Some officers they need! A president was chosen first. To lead the sturdy crew, Virginia Spurgeon was her name She pulled the old class through. The only laddie of the staff Was called Vice President, Bob Sheehan was the chosen one And all were well content. Elizabeth McClelland made A Secretary fine. Elizabeth Webb, the treasurer We made the next in line. Historian was Nettie Lord, The finest of the class. But soon she from their midst did go This bonnie. youthful lass. Our year as prcplets ended then Without a party too! The other classes all had theirs But we had none! Boo Hoo! But we w'ere brave, so very brave And never shed a tear. We said with patience we would wait Until our Sophomore year. PAGK HIIRTY-ONK