Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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CLASS HISTORY The history ot the Senior class of ’18 of Woodward High School began twelve years ago in the year 1906, in a little frame building near the Central Park of Woodward. Then and there four little boys and seven little girls assembled on the playgrounds together. When the nine o’clock bell rang they all marched inside the building and occupied the seats in the first grade section of the room. Those eleven children were: Harold Street, Harold Smith, Lewis Snow, Forrest Robinson. Edith Renfrew, Margaret Peebles. Ruth Raynor, Edna Miller, Henryetta Walsh, Ethyle Walker and Hazel Meunier. Queer looking children they were, but to their portraits they were true. Hf Z£L HPiROL D AlARCARBT EDNA £DITH FORREST E HAML HBNMtTTfi So in 1906 the class began the hard but pleasant journey of twelve years. In the second grade, Orie Baker joined us and he has proved himself to be the star member of the class, both in athletics and in studies. In the third grade Carl Harr entered, and during these years he has established for himself a skv scraper of great expectations. During the eighth grade Earnest Dillon made his appearance, and thru the agency of Ford, has set up such a store ol patience, ingenuity, and emergency appliances, that the supply will prove inexhaustible thru his whole life time, however excessive the demand. Then our class entered the Freshman year of High School. Lois Tetter, Martin Bubb and Clarence Moore, were the new members of the class. During her time Margaret Peebles: The front wheels of a car move first.”

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CLASS NIGHT City Hall, May 19th, 1918, 8:30 p. m. High School Chorus. ”0 Praise the Lord” . . From Mendelssohn’s Athalie” Invocation.....................................The Reverend J. F. Quisenberry Scripture Reading ...... The Reverend Harold Forde In the Secret of His Presence,” by Wilson . . Choir of the Christian Church Class Sermon......................................The Reverend F. 0. Seamans The Lord is My Shepherd,” by Kirkpatrick . . Choir of the Christian Church Eenediction.......................................The Reverend George Fenn COMMENCEMENT NIGHT City Hall, May 22nd, 1918, 8:30 p. m. Music .... Invocation Vocal Solo Commencement Address Violin Solo Presentation of Diplomas Response In the Land of the Long Ago” Benediction High School Chorus . . . Father VanMens Mrs. Elsie Bull . Dr. Roach, ot Oklahoma City . . . Anna May Sharp . . . . School Board Harold Street, President of the Class High School Sextette . . The Reverend J. W. Jennings Murray Holcomb: If you don’t toot your own horn, nobody else will.”

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BOOMER 1918 28 I ' , with us, Lois has built a chain of questions, which if laid end to end, would according to our esteemed statistician, Mr. Deininger, reach seven times around the earth with enough left over to twine about the tower of the High School building exactly seventeen and three-fourths times. During Martin’s first two or three years of W. H. S. life, he so busied himself with constructing a wall of bashfulness, modesty and reserve that it was thick, strong and secure enough to withstand the bombardment of any twentieth century maiden; but of late this wall has become so weakened that any maiden of average courage may succeed in taking the whole fortified citadel. In the past four years, Clarence has certainly succeeded in building a most perfect Herculean physique. In our Sophomore year, Agnes Irvin and Ruby Potts joined us. We shall all remember Agnes as the business house of efficiency and system, and Ruby’s lasting corner of helpfulness will not be forgotten. During the Junior year Ross Enlow entered, and we must mention his hangar of monoplanes, bi-planes and zeppelins. In our Senior year three more joined us. We remember Lois Seamans’ temple of wisdom and learning; Eva Depugh’s four walls of charm and sweetness; Wayne Proctor’s ability of stick-to-it-iveness. Thus, during the twelve years, great and marvelous constructions have been brought to completion. Of the eleven who started in the first grade, we must mention Lewis’s castle in the Snow; Edith’s cottage on a certain street; Forrest’s storehouse of pluck and persistence; Margaret’s studio of art and culture; F.thyle and Henrvetta's palaces of dreams; Hazel’s beauty parlor of daintiness and loveliness; Edna’s winding tower of aspirations and ambitions; and Ruth has erected a factory broad and high which she has filled with enthusiasm and pep enough to supply at least 4,000 Boom-erites” in the years to come. Yes, thru all these years, the Seniors have been building, hammering with the strength of Hercules to gain some fondly desired purpose; pounding and battering at the age worn portals of wisdom for a share in the nectar which the gods do sip; fashioning, adorning, strengthening, all for the formation of chaiacters which will endure eternally. Developing and growing along with this building has been the Looking Upward.” Not all earthly and material has been their building. They have glorified it with ideals, high thoughts, true aspirations and noble endeavors, until at the Commencement” of their life apart from the guidance of their Alma Mater they can safely rely upon the foundations of their past twelve years of construction under the folds of the Black and Gold.” Francis Worsham: Give me a chew of Climax.”