Wapakoneta High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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 ♦ t t 1 A 1923 I RETROSPECT 9 23 I f 4 Class Prophecy Scene: A heath near Wapakoneta. Enter the three witches. 1 Witch—Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch Preparing for the coming of the class of 2u, who intend to isit us in a body soon. 3 Witch—Good! Good! A more illustrious company we could not hope to see! (During that tw'o hours that elapse a boiling caldron is prepared into which the witches peer in order to discover destinies of class of ’23). 2 Witch—’Tis time! Tis time! 1 Witch—A drum ! A drum ! The class doth come! (Class assembles about the witches and caldron listening breathlessly for revelations.) 1 Witch—Speak ! 2 Witch—Demand ! 3 Witch—We’ll answer! All. Round about the caldron go In the cast-off school-books throw Tell us, pray, the destiny Of the Class of ’23 Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn and caldron bubble Come, high or low Ourselves and duties deftly show. Apparition appears from caldron.) 1 Witch—He knows thy tliot. Hear his speech but say thou naught. 1 Apparition—Good class! Good class! Listen! Beware those who seek to rob you of your liberty and duties and you will be happy and contented always. 1 Witch—Here’s another more potent than the first. 2 Apparition—In everything you undertake each one will successful be the traits, diligence, steadfastness, love and truth be forever with you . 2 Witch—Listen, but speak not! 3 Apparition—Thou shalt be revered by all succeeding classes as the most genuine, unified and loyal of all. 1 Witch—Let me add—Courage. 2 Witch—And I—Wisdom. 3 Witch—And I—Culture. , „ All Witches. Go! Go! And we ordain that each shall live in harmony and good will with all others—forever! IRENE SHEETS

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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

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