Watkins Glen High School - Senecan Oracle Yearbook (Watkins Glen, NY)

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Florence Fowler. Nineteen years ago in the sunny month of June, when all nature had donned its best array, dear little Flossie Fowler came to bless this world of ours. From early childhood her charming ways and stunning looks made her beloved by all. At the tender age of seven she entered school life at Odessa, and soon acquired all the knowledge which the school offered. Now she began to look about for new worlds to conquer. Watkins High School holding forth great rewards lured her to its shrine and—who can tell perhaps some kind oracle disclosed the future and the happiness in store for her. At that sweet budding age of sixteen, ‘•Flossy” entered the High School. Here she has won not only the rewards derived from knowledge, for “Knowledge is power,” but she has won unbounded admiration from every student, both masculine and feminine. Of course she has always had small “love affairs,” but never any serious ones until this year. At least it appears to be for each night in the week, we see “Ran” calling at “Waits Fraternity.” Now as the year draws to a close she sails “Out of the harbor into the sea,” we her classmates heartily bid her “Bon voyage,” amid our good wishes and cheers. Madge Burrell. “Good things come in small packages,” is well illustrated by our treasurer, Madge, commonly known as “Squirrel.” She began her school life in the first grade at the tender age of seven, where with her winning smile and sweet manner it did not take her long to win the love of both teacher and classmates. This she has succeeded in doing all through the eight grades and since ’07 when she entered the High School, she has been a general favorite. Madge has always been somewhat partial to the opposite sex and evidently believes that “Variety is the spice of life,” for she scatters her smiles and favors equally on all. An exception might be made in the case of “Dock,” who perhaps received

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SENIOR CLASS COLORS MOTTO . FLOWER TREE . . VINE . . . ...... Gold and White Aspiramus Noblissimis ................. Daisy ...... Virginia Poplar Officers. President ............................................ HARRY COATES Vice President ....................................................... Secretary ........ ................................................... Treasurer ......................................... MADGE BURRELL Members. Annie Martin, Florence Fowler, Inez Shelton. Kathryn O’Dea, Emily Lee, Abigail O’Daniels, Elizabeth Haughey, Harriet Gethler, Grace Lovell, Pearl Wilson, George Beardsley, Harry Coats, Randolph Wickham. Senior Boast. 'Tis a difficult duty for poet to tell All the things this year’s Senior class has done well. But to show how above other classes we stand, We need but to mention a few of our band. First in position O’Daniels appears, Highest honors are hers for her work through these years. Next in line with much knowledge and mountain of fame, The ’’Oracle” editor—Wilson, her name. There’s Bessie and Hattie—a fun-loving pair. When there's any mischief, they always are there. Then comes Grace, so quiet and calm, with her work That her eyes never to the westward do lurk. Thank fortune, our money is safe and secure ! No worthier treasurer could we procure. We entrusted it with a bright-eyed “Squirrel, So ready and willing, a real “classy” girl. There’s Flossie in everything always so true. The Wickhams, in argument equalled by few; And Inez who always has much she must tell 'Till the teachers must needs interfere with the bell. And other much gifted class members there are— Such as “Dope,” the thoughtful, and Kathryn, his “par.” Emily and Annie in gathering knowledge are bent On the whimsical poet they made President. Now farewell to the school that’s so precious to all. Farewell to the glad days we fondly recall. Farewell with our wishes for all that is best. To the school that stands foremost among all the rest. H. C.

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THE ORACLE. il more than his share while in school and even now, altho’ far away, still holds a small (?) corner in the heart of our classmate. But youth is fickle and of late we have all been wondering if the corner was as large as formerly, for Harry has been pursuing his favorite sport of hunting and Franklin street is a favorite haunt for “squirrels which seem to be his special delight. As yet Madge is undecided about her future occupation, doubtless it will be teaching (but with a school of only one.) Whatever it may be, we, her friends and classmates, all join in wishing her the Kathryn M. O'Dea. About ten years ago a little maid of seven summers might have been seen trudging slowly but perseveringly up a steep hill at the top of which was her goal. Ever since Kathryn entered the little district schoolhouse on the top of the hill the same perseverance has marked her pursuit of difficult subjects until now she is prepared to receive her diploma. Her remarkable brilliancy has always pleased the teachers, but it is not due to her virtues that she has managed to evade that hateful disorder list. As a child of June Kathryn is everything sweet and adorable. As to her aspirations they are many and varied and range anywhere from a poetess to a district school teacher. Versatility is one of her characteristics and we feel sure that to whatever use she may direct her talents, success will be inevitable and we, the class of 1911. join in wishing her perpetual success and happiness. E. P. W. Inez Shelton. None there are, who do not love her, And there’s nothing she’d not do For a friend or striving classmate, And she’s ever sweet and true. So is our popular classmate, Inez Shelton. At the age of seven she entered upon her eventful school career. Her early education was acquired at the Odessa Union School, where she remained until five years ago, when her knowledge over-reached the information offered by that institution and she entered Watkins High School. Here by her sweet friendliness and winning ways she became a general favorite, even of the teachers. We have the greatest reasons to believe that our Inez, “Does not