Southeastern Oklahoma State University - Savage Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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Jarultu Faulkner who knows of the intellectual powers. Adams who the heights of expression towers. Canterbury, a man, president of all. University students Berger and Dodson we call. Linscheid, the German of patriotic emotions. Two, Krumtum and Robbins who have funny notions, Youth and beauty Miss Brown doth possess. Sanders who makes the little ones guess. Oversmith and Gabriel teach the children in turn. Under Wickham great words you may learn. Teachers like Laird we always love best. Hamilton to whom our ignorance we confess. Earnest Rainey the model of her room. And never refuses you, often too soon. Sweet Miss Alice whose music is fine, Tender and loving is Miss Hallie so kind. Everyone loves our secretary, Galloway, Ritchey feared by all who may. None we hate, not even for a day. —T. G. B. 25 UBRAty

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C. LOUISE OVERSMITH. Graduate of Manchester High School. Mich.: Ypsilanti Normal College, Michigan; Chicago Uni- versity: Taught Upper Grades in Mamsuque, Mich., Sterling, Illinois and Hammond, Indiana; Grade Principal in Mendota, Illinois; 5th and 6th Grades Southeastern State Normal, ’14.

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Att AUrgury (History of the class of 1915.) Before us we see a large mountain, at the foot of which a crowd of children, bear- ing in their hands a small roll of manuscript, are visible, while just three months be- hind them is the doors of the Grammar School. The new path looks so different from what they have known before that they eagerly begin the ascent, some chasing but- terflies or picking flowers and the remainder perusing little books which they carry. As they proceed, some wander so far from the path that they are left behind, some become tired and sit down to rest, while some have to return to the starting point for that which they have neglected; but always there is a little band who keep straight ahead till the second mile-stone has been reached. Where the real ascent begins we observe a little band who themselves have not entirely “put away childish things.” They appear to be somewhat frightened and they do not understand the things which they read in their books. Some are lured from the path and are lost, some fall over cliffs, some return to the crowd just below them, but some persevere till they reach the territory marked Sophomore. Here the party is easily discerned by the many bright colors floating in the breeze, the gay faces, and the general air of importance. The path along here is rather steep and dangerous but what care they for this?—The motto upon their banner is “Win” and this they do—in everything except books. During the march many are lured from the path by the many attractions which have been placed there for their especial benefit; the hall of Social Pleasures, the cool arbor of Procrastination, the rapidly whirling plate of Destruction, and the treacherous road marked Short Cuts. When the fourth mile stone has been passed, the path becomes steeper, the bould- ers larger, and the sun hotter. The faces which we see here have lost their childish look and have developed something resembling determination and fortitude. Some of the number cast lingering looks backwards but they have come too far to retrace their steps. The allurements are still numerous, but the seven faces are turned toward the goal toward which they are gradually making their way. These seven are overtaken by a crowd from the Sophomore territory and a com- pany of twenty-eight are ready for the last stretch of the race. The path is very difficult, the sun intensely hot and in addition to other burdens we see a little brown book which appears to be very heavy. Some of the number are compelled to take a longer course, but one which eventually leads to the goal at the top, some turn into by-paths which lead into other fields, some are stopped for a while by Mis-fortune, but on their banner is written “Find a way or make one,” and finally twenty-four arrive at the top and are surrounded by the halo of Success. Some of them are scarred by the rough path over which they have come, on some of their faces are traces of sor- row, on some, as they look back, just a trace of regret for lost opportunities; but overwhelming all this is the look of satisfaction at the remembrance that they have “contended to the uttermost for their life’s set prize” and, as their eyes are turned forward and upward a prayer of hope for the future and of thankfulness to Him who has given them the victory and has promised to guide them in the new fields before them. 26