Rush Springs High School - Redskin Yearbook (Rush Springs, OK)

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THE RUSH SPRINGS SENIOR HISTORY In the fall of 1916, the largest class in the history of R. H. S. entered as Freshmen. After four years of diligent work as grade pupils we entered R. H. S. with a flurish and flying of colors. During our Freshmen year we were only able to withstand the Sophomors by the aid of Prof. Collard. As Sophomors we spent many hours of delightful study and were filled with higher ideals and ambitions through the influence of Miss Arnold. We ever sought revenge on the Freshies. Our Junior year was one of work and pleasure, with Supt. Allen as advisor, who proved to us that we could have found none who would have been a better friend and teacher. Our Senior year has been one of work but arranged and supervised by Supt. Allen. It has been one of our greatest pleasures as well. With an enrollment of the largest class that has ever graduated from R. H. S. We have our work here finished with our banners still flying. Although we have stumbled and fell we have always risen again and have gone forth with renewed vigor. We hope R. H. S. will continue to grow as it has done the last four years. Thus with memories that will ever remain dear, we leave you.—R. H. S. 1920 22

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THE KCSH SPRINGS ELSIE MILLER Annual Staff, Aurora Literary So- ciety, Senior Play. Known by a few but liked by all the few. OPAL WALLACE Annual Staff, Captain of Basket Ball, Glee Club, Aurora Literary Society, Senior Play. She please-s when she puzzles And puzzles when she pleases. 1920 21

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THE RUSH SPRINGS SENIOR PHOPHECY Since everyone in striving: for the goal must tart out in life in a different ship, and no two set sail from the same port, a great longing is realized in later years to meet dear faces along the harbors. Will you go with me into my world of wonder, and let me tell of some of my personal experiences while on a tour meeting my dear school mates of twenty years ago? In thinking back to the year 1920, can any one here imagine a girl who at that time weighed two hundred and thirty pounds being now head instructor of art in Chicago University? I learned in the reception room of this great Institution that she was still Naomi Harris, and after a few minutes conversation I following the crowd passed on. The unexpected comes, or seems to come at a time when least expected. As I was strolling down Broadway New York reading the signs, the natural thing for every Rush Springs lassie to do, I came to the leading store on this particular «treet, and was attracted by a touch on the shoulder, and, I beg your pardon, lady. “Will you please walk in?” spoke a courteous young Jew, and as I did so whose face should I look into but Elizabeth Crcwnover’s. the blue eyed, rosk cheeked girl, whom I had not seen since the closing of our Senior year in High School. To be truth- ful, she looks five years younger than in former year«, and upon her left finger shines a large solitaire diamond. One need not ask any questions, just watch the glances of the black eyed male character who greets the people into this stcre. Yet on I pass. With every wind comes a new life, a new thought, a new hope. What would she do? Everything in life worth while seemed here, yet, the human mind is not content. Some suggested the school room, others the matroness at a summer hotel resort, but Opal Wallace considered not these things as affording life's greatest pleasure, so unto herself she took a husband, being one of the first of our class to marry. This was made known to all members in the year 1921. Mr. and Mrs. Forbes now live at 212, 48th St., New York, and their home is called the Forbes mansion which I visited the same afternoon, after meeting Naomi Harris The deer in the forest knows not why it roams, neither does the bee which gathers it predestinated wealth. So it was with an ambitious J oung man from the Sooner State. It was necessary for me to obtain a foreign cheque in order to make living comfortable in an unknown country. Going into a Federal Reserve Bank before leaving New York. I was re- cognized by the president of the bank who was leaving the door for his car, in which was waiting his driver and his youthful companion. “Why is it possible to meet one of my cla s mates,” he asked. On coming up and taking me by the hand, do come with me there is someone out side who will be as much surprised as I to see you. We walked to the car. “Lucille,” said the now familiar voice of Lucius Long, “Do you knew who this is?” After a moment of thought a little scream she pulled me into the car. In their home I stayed for two days before leaving for Brest, France. 1920