Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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WOODWARD HIGH SCHOOL SCHOOL BOARD C. E. SHAHP ..... President J. L. MILES............................Clerk A. W. ANDERSON .... Secretary B. F. EVANS ..... Member E. J. HEALEY..........................Member

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TO THE SOLDIER FROM W. H. S. The clay you went away, we stood beside And cheered you with our spirit and our love, That when in far off lands you should abide You would remember us, all friends above; And cheering, rallying. Hiding heartaches ’neath our smile, We said farewell, and waved goodbye, And gave you to our country and our flag. The day you went awav, we all went back In memory, to the days in which you shared. The happy, youthful days in W. H. S. Which naught of pain and parting knew, or cared; And gently, lovingly, Holding mem’ries in our hearts, We spoke your name in sacredness, And gave you to our country and our flag. The day you went away we sent with you A portion of our patriotic pride; That through your service, noble, brave and true We, too, would have a place on Freedom’s side. And proudly, confidently. Calming fears within our hearts, We said, God speed,” and let you go To serve our precious country and our flag. The day when you come back you’ll find us here. Who could not give our service by your side. Awaiting your return with joy and cheer; For service to our land is e’er our pride. And cheering joyfully. Singing praise with hearts and lips, We’ll say, God bless you for your part In saving our free country and our flag!” E. D. T8 Oh, Sammy, oh, Sammy, how you can fight; Oh, Sammy, oh, Sammy, you’re in the right! You had the Huns beat long ago But yet, somehow, they just don’t seem to understand it. Oh, Sammy, oh Sammv, why don’t you teach The Bodies how to take defeat? You’re the best w'e could give, And we’re proud that we live To praise you, Oh, Sammy, oh, Sammy, oh!

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OUR TEACHERS Childhood, youth, and day by day Father Time writes upon memory’s page; We grow and broaden, and then, old age Is filled with youth’s golden ray. With each memory is wrought Dreamy visions of an idolized teacher; With vividness, you recall each feature; Yours was the worshipper’s lot. 0! Those sweet and glorious dreams Of laughing mouth, blue eyes and golden hair; But gone are those school days without a care, While but yesterday it seems. Along the rough, rocky way Were faithful teachers, kind in word and deed. Who would light the candle of knowledge, and lead Us, smoothing another day. In W. H. S. there are friends Who aid all your schemes, and make the goal Which you dream of, much nearer your soul; To them you cannot make amends. They accomplish more than tongue can tell; They guide you to the noble, the things worth Your time. Enough thanks cannot be rendered on earth. But may Time their glory spell. Now, with springtime’s balmy air Let the soft, rosy curtain fall. While their unending footsteps echo in the hall; Let us dream in thankful prayer. E. M. ’18