Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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 THE BOOMER ' ' I i!iiiiiuik'ir!im»«fii)iiaiiii the Black and Gold will always he proud of its wearers.’ Having had many varieties of janitors we now have the honorable Mr. Finny as custodian of the building and grounds. He has a hard position to fill but is doing it admirably. Three cheers for Prof. Wakefield, the Faculty and Mr. Finny. We are now approaching another pond No 1917 where we will camp for the summer and where many of us will leave the old car. the chauffeur, the custodian, and all their appurtenances. True, we shall leave them all hut wc expect great things of them; we expect that as each pond is passed the car may become larger, the chauffeur more competent, the passengers more numerous and the custodian less strict. F. W. S. ’17. SCHOOL PINS Freshies, Sophs, Juniors ami all others whom it may concern, list to a talc of wonder. These pins, these circlets of purest gold which you see on every Senior’s coat, dress, or hat, are a mark of distinction, a sign that he will graduate. They constitute a badge which he will take with him to college and into the big wide world, informing everyone that dear old W. H. S. once poured the essence of wisdom into his oftimes unwilling soul and mind. Yet, in a few days, months or years, 0 patient schoolmates, you too, will adorn your several personages with a pin of the same design, for the prairie schooner, the rising sun and the 1904 arc the legitimate heritage of every person who leaves the portals of W. H. S., diploma in hand. This is the universal pin of V. H. S., designed by Paul taunc and adopted as such by the school so that when we meet in after-life, having gone our several ways, we may recognize a schoolmate, a friend, one who will help us in our time of need or rejoice with us in our hour of triumph. Furthermore, this pin is to he loved, cherished and displayed to the public eye; not despised, hidden or thrown away. All honor to the universal pin. the golden badge of W. H. S. i, mii;iiiii, ;i i;iiiiiii: imint:tH.Hi ; 11 in.:i ■ Mini' . i-m i,i 1917 i.. Ljiiiii'iim.tutmri i 17

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THE BOOMER ' ' !l Ml HISTORY OF W. H. S. At the Ixtitmn of a hill, al the edge of a |»ond, stood a prairie schooner, ready to go. Around the border of the pond were scattered one thousand, nine hundred and four stones with annus” (year) engraved on their sides. As the‘first ray of the sun of inspiration lit up their stony faces they gladly cast their irregular shadows across the placid water while the two steeds. Courage and Persistence, pawed the ground restlessly, eager to begin the ascent. Someone flapped the lines and the ship of knowledge with its few sturdy occupants was off. At stated intervals more ponds, similarly decorated, but with one stone more around each succeeding body of water, were met and passed. I.ittle of interest transpired until the beautiful sheet of water with one thousand, nine hundred and ten stones was reached. Here the schooner made a longer pause than usual (for. of course, it never failed to stop at a pond) while the number of passengers increased from a mere handful to sixty-three earnest seekers after knowledge who distributed themselves among three compartments known as courses 1 had almost forgotten to observe that three beaming girls alighted at this station, each holding an innocent looking roll of paper in her eager hand. Harrv O. Buzziard, the new driver, cracked his whip, said Gedap” and the schooner moved on. But I had almost forgotten too, it is so long ago. Miss Athletics got on several ponds back, in fact, soon after the schooner left the first pond. No. 1904. At 1908-oh, marvelous to tell—she had her first beau, fat Mr. Basketball. Ever since then those beaux have been coming thick and fast. The next addition was sturdy Mr. Football. It tnav seem curious but Miss Athletics presented a cherished W ‘ to each of her beaux friends. Skinny Mr. Track, another admirer, drew friends like a magnet, and each of his friends received his W in due time, providing he worked hard. Most of them are, or have been, well known at Norman and Alva, where they carried off high honors. Everybody was taking lib easy, one sunny day after No. 1909 was passed, when Miss Athletics shrieked, Fire! Fire!” Smoke and flame poured forth from every side and everybody tumbled over everybody else in an effort to keep from being singed. The schooner was a total loss but of course the path of knowledge must be followed as long as the earth rolls around the sun. so money was collected. S65.000.00 1 believe, from kind and generous friends, and with this an eight cylinder Cadillac (the present High School building) was bought. With Mr. Erdman as the new chauffeur, the quest for knowledge was heroically continued. Before the next stop, the annual High School and Senior plays were given and enjoyed b all. At No. 1911 seven reluctantly quitted the comfortable Cadillac with their diplomas under their arms. At No. 1912 Prof. G. C. Wakefield became the chauffeur for all the Woodwardites of school age and he has been at it ever since. He has done much to raise the standard of efficiency in W. H. S. and has been instrumental in sending the greater part of the graduating classes to 0. U.. or some other good college. The Class of Seventeen has great hopes for the future of W. H. S. and says this to its present and future members : Keep W. H. S. (now about 250 strong) on the scholastic, football, basketball, track and baseball map. So act that bil ' ! .' I 1917 16

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MMMnnmHvfliaiuinamiiuMu THE BOOMER mnmmmmmmmmmmnmmmm THE FACULTY BALL Gerald Root. Junior, slowlx lilted his eves Irom the text which he had been devouring, ami gave a |»eree|»!ihle start. The shades of night had fallen and it was now dark outside. In fact lie had been straining his eyes lor some time without realizing it. He jerked out his Ingersoll: “Ten minutes after seven.” he muttered. “Great Scott. I've forgotten all about supper.” Gerald was not in the habit of committing such a serious error but the exams were to be held tomorrow and be scorned anything less than the highest mark. He bad been studying in the language room and had been so intent on his work that he had not noticed the swift flight of time. 'Phis room was seldom occupied after school hours even bv the teachers and that was just the reason he had chosen it, for he hated distracting noises and interruptions. He grabbed his books and made for the door. His heart gave a jump when he turned the knob but luckily the instructor. who was absent minded, bad neglected to lock it. Gerald stepped into the hall and took the stairs three steps at a time, whistling as he went. Quickly reaching the main flooi he unhesitatingly started to walk out but a strong oak door, secured with stern looking bolts, stood between him and freedom. A perplexed look stole over his face as he gave the door another shove. “Confound it,” he ejaculated, “guess I can’t get out of here.” He ran to the west door, a worried look on his face. This door gave him a little more encouragement since by throwing his light Irame against it he was able to see two inches of dim light. But this only mocked him as more strong iron now forbade further progress. He tried each of the four entrances in turn hut all in vain. He was becoming desperate. He oj»ened one of the w indow . in the auditorium and looked down. Forty feel of almost perpendicular stone wall. It would he foolhardy to ri k his life by jumping out there. If only the doors to the basement rooms were not loeked and he could have aceess to those windows, escape would he easy. He hurried down there hut they were unyielding just as he had expected. The |M saibility of using the phone now flashed across his mind and lie ran lo tin Principal's office only to be disappointed once more. “The fire escape! That would he just the thing.” thought Gerald, and with a brighter face hastened thither. Poor hoy. it had been broken by a recent storm of terrific intensity and owing to shameful carelessness had not yet been repaired. His last hope gone, bis face took on a blank, an ry look. Must be stay in this school building all night? Such a thought was maddening for was there not a Junior-Senior reception that night and did he not expect to go? Furthermore, had he not promised to take....., his best friend? He strode angrily about for awhile, again testing all the places he had tested betore, refusing to relieve his senses. The moon bad now risen and so had the wind: the floor creaked and groaned, the doors and windows rattled and the moon cast fitful, ghostlike shadows on the wall. Gerald was angry and though not afraid felt none too comfortable. Nine, ten. eleven were slowly ticked away by the big clock in the hall. He was sleepy and tired and out-of-sorts generally. He took off his coat, made it serve as a pillow and stretched himself out on the hard floor. Gerald had lain there for several hours, just how long he 1917 i, 1»