Woodward High School - Boomer Yearbook (Woodward, OK)

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America, the Land of the Free With patriotism our hearts beat and swell. And the proud smiles upon our faces tell We are of the land of stripes and stars; The flag which has withstood battle scars: Our sister nations look to thee As America, the land of the free. Our honored banner floats in rain or shine Above Liberty’s immortal shrine. Under its glorious stripes and stars Our soldiers fearlessly march to wars, And to naval battles on the sea. For America, the land of the free. On to battle with determination, They march for home and for their loved nation. Although the noise of battle they hear. They march forward with a lusty cheer. They give their all, their lives for thee, America, the land of the free. Her honor and glory we will preserve As long as our loved country we can serve; Ne’er shall it be a dvinsi ember. j “ For past glories we will remember. Her sons’ decree is that our land be America, the land of the free. America, the land of Freedom’s light, Is filled with strong men to protect each right; Each man is the brave and stalwart son Of a great Lincoln or Washington. It is even echoed by each tree, America, the land of the free.’’ No matter what the future years may bring, May our nation together ever cling; To lofty ambitions may we ever aspire. And may our ideals rise higher and higher. May our wish forever and ever be Long live America, the land ot the free.’’ Edna Mii.ler.

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CONTENTS Our Patriots Over There - - - 1-10 Our Alma Mater........................ 11-16 We Four”............................. 17-48 Sports................................ 49-64 Organizations......................... 65-72 Our Predecessors...................... 73-74 Our Flings............................ 75-84 Bubble and Froth......................85-104 Our Friends 105-154

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BOOMER 1918 THE CHALLENGE The game was on, and they played their best, The moment came for the final test; Defeat hung close to the throbbing breast. With hope sinking low. The voice of the coach rang in their ears, Firing their blood and calming their fears. Leading them on to the goal with cheers: Come on, boys, let’s go!” The time was called when they met at track, In feats of honor they did not lack; The race was hard, and on coming back Steps were lagging slow. A voice as they passed called loud and strong, Stirring their pep” as they swept along. Cheering their hearts with the victory song : Come on, boys, let’s go!” The call to arms rang out far and near, To defend their country’s flag without fear, And stand for all that their hearts held dear. Stand to fight the foe. Not a moment for cowardice or fright, A voice was leading them to the right, Their flag’s challenge they answered with might: Come on, boys, let’s go!” The battle raged, and ’mid shot and shell, They held their own in that awful hell, Gaining or losing, by magic spell. Surging to and fro. Their leader’s voice ; not a head dared drop. They charged with a rush no foe could stop. Sweeping onward, and over the top: Come on, boys, let’s go!” The wounded lay under enemy fire, Fatherless huddled in danger dire; Honor lay bleeding in terrible mire; Freedom writhed in woe, To save the world from its perilous trend, Our heroes a ready answer send. To the voice of Humanity’s God and Friend: Come on, boys, let’s go!” E. M. D. ’18.