Wapakoneta High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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923 RETROSPECT 192 91. RUBY TAYLOR “Her thoughts are with the class of ’22.” 92. AGNES TESTER—Joke Editor, Class Play. “She is a spendthrift of her tongue.” 93. GEDA TOMILNSON If silence were golden—I’d be a millionaire.” 94. ETHEL WEAVER “Think out your work; then workout your thought.” 95. MARY WHIPP “I know what’s right and not only so, but also practice what I know.” 96. WILLARD WILSON — Class Play. “What 1 have learned—I have forgotten; what I know I have guessed.” i

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192 3 RETROSPECT 1923 84. DURSILDA SHULER — Editor-in-Chief. “A perfect woman nobly planned —to warn, to comfort and to command.” 85. BERLIN SLATER “A sturdy man is he. and tall.” 86. CARL SMITH “A man of words—not of action.” 87. ESTHER STIENECKER YVhat sweet delight a quiet life affords. 88. WILSON STORK A penny for his thoughts.” 89. MINA SWINEHART —Athletic Editor. Let us have many like her.” 90. GERTRUDE TAYLOR Oh. dainty, fair and sweet is she.”

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Senior In the fall of nineteen-nineteen, Just before the coming winter, Came a troop of little Freshies, To the structure of Blume High School, How each heart did start and flutter. How our breath came short and sudden, As we neared the fatal building; Blume High School the fatal building, Known afar for all it’s terrors. But we hesitated, never. Never stopped we, never faltered, But approached the fatal structure, And passed in it to our judgment. Soon we saw the teachers coming, Those renown and dreaded teachers, ith their books and pens and pencils, And their papers and their grade-books. But at last we are established, In the study hall and class rooms, Got acquainted with our lessons. With those long and dreaded lessons, Lessons terrible for Freshmen, But so easy for the Seniors. Thus we came through that long winter, Into spring, and fairer weather. Fair until examinations, Class History When again we had foul weather. But at last we were completed. Had one credit to our honor, And were classed among the Sophomores. From the Sophomores to the Juniors, Came we then the former Freshies, Thought much more of games and parties, Than our sickly looking grade cards, Joked and talked among the Seniors, Were we not the Mighty Juniors, Mighty except in the classroom, When our power, is seemed, had faded, As the teacher asked us questions? But at last into the fourth year, Passed we, with grace and posture, That is gained through four years practice. And though proud of our promotion, We were still reserved and kindly, When the Freshmen asked us questions. Or the Sophomores seemed pugnacious. vSo at last, our race completed. Having found the goal we strove for, We are glad to lay the burden, Of behavior on another, And with steady gaze and forward. Set another goal before us. HARRY GROSS. Senior ’23