Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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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»

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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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 !;' r : : ■ ■ ' ■ HIIIIHMilllfYii fill I RRrHNf llVflttl Ulli.1.mililWlili Hill! I illllliiSflllHill1! ,l!;l.lMtdM 0-!llir. THE BOOMER did not know, when he beheld a strange and weird spectacle. Professor W. T. Crosswhite, height variously estimated between six and ten feet, instructor in general science and physics as well as Principal of the High School, stuck his head in at the door and, seeing no one but Cerald there, entered. He carried in his left hand a huge white cross of purest ivory which was brilliantly illuminated every two seconds by myriads of tiny electric lights the size of a button. On the transverse bar of the cross was engraved this injunction: Kindly stand on tiptoe when you speak to me.” Two large compound microscopes were now turned toward Gerald, who perceived that the unfortunate man had no other eyes than these. But his ears were even more interesting. He had none. In their place, however, were two long, thin glass tubes half filled with water: suspended above these weie two brass tuning lorks: one 28 vibrations per second to catch low sounds; the other 40% vibrations per second to catch high sounds. Each tube was duly labelled, ‘‘Resonator of the first class.” Having examined Gerald to his satisfaction. Professor W. T.. with the accent on the T., opened his mouth to speak. But no words came forth, only sweet music, such as the screech owl produces. Gerald sat up in surprise. Why Professor,” he exclaimed, “the inside of your mouth is a j erfect network of strings.” •‘Yes,” came the slow response, in musical syllables, “eighteen tons tension.” Gerald gasped. Can’t you take them out. pluck out vour eyes and ears and get some real ones in their place?” -No” was the nervous reply. 1 am doomed to appear thus because of the subjects I teach. So it is with all the Faculty. Don’t you see that this cross is glued to my hand, as it were, by a special kind of magnet. I can never lay it down night or day. I have been sick of the sight of it for a long time.” •‘It’s beautiful,” said Gerald. “1 don’t think so,” was the slow rejoiner. “I do,” cried Mr. Hubbell, who now entered with his wife. ‘‘My wife always did admire ivory crosses.” Gerald opened his mouth in astonishment. The husband of Mrs. Hubbell was sadly altered in appearance. An enumeration of his parts wonld read as follows: Head—an immense sphere of solid ebony, radius 440 yards. Diameter, 880 yards. Eves—blue and white cylinders. Nose—truncated prism. Mouth—an enormous lune which maintained at all times a soothing grin. Ears—elipses. Hair—forest of yellow lines all perpendicular to the same plane. Neck—a black, short, thick cylinder. Arms and legs—huge, hollow cylinders filled with a clear substance resembling the white of an egg but being in rralits rattlesnake’s poison according to one of his many formulas. Connecting links between arms and legs—large parallel pipeds. Ornaments around neck—graphs of quadratic equations. 'I’his extraordinary individual glowered only when addressed by his beloved wife and even then bis perpetual grin was not effaced. Three pairs of eyes—W. T.’s, HubbelTs and Hubbell’s wife’s—were suddenly turned toward the door to greet a new arrival. The right, honorable, Herr Frounick, mounted on the bead of a giraffe, was solemnly perusing a Latin and a German book, one with his right optic and one with his left. He wore a damp, shining pompadour, blue spectacles, tan shoes and a spotless, dustless, green suit. His gentle steed carried in his mouth a conspicuous advertisement: ALL DESIRING WISDOM See HERR ROSS FROUNICK Charge—one witty remark 1111 ISIIillai ll!li . ].li;lilllllllii!:ll|,1i HH'IIIIUm t.llli Itli ill! 1917 19