Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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THE SCARLET AND GREEN PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE AUBURN HIGH SCHOOL Entered as Second-Class Matter in the Postoffice at South Auburn, Nebr. SCARLET AND QREEN EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief................................................. Mary Scofield Literary Editor............Irene Marts Sporting Editor............James Allen Joke Editor................Mina Lynch Department Editor..... Irene Ferneau Class Editor..........Lee Yochum, ’13 Class Editor...........Van Barnes, ’14 Class Editor........Virginia Ailor, ’15 Class Editor...........Pearl Bath, ’16 Faculty Critic .....................A. M. Hare MANAGEMENT Business Manager.................................................Iven Mastin Ass’t Business Manager..........................................Ray Robertson Subscription Manager......................................... Willard Whitmore FIFTY CENTS PER COPY UNTIRING EFFORT CROWNED Our period of uncertainty is over. The period of greatest usefulness has come. Auburn now has for its use one of the most splendidly furnished buildings to be found anywhere. The High School as it stands complete represents the careful planning and watchful oversight of some of the most public spirited men of our city. The Board of Education have given up a great deal of their time and attention in order that the young people of this vicinity might enjoy the fullest privileges which now accompany the modern high school education. Those of of us who have only played the part of anxious onlookers will not appreciate fully the service rendered by ;these men to the community. Their service is a real contribution to the community and probably more far reaching in its results than any other they could perform. The business men of the city have responded loyally to our canvas for advertising- Nearly every business line in the city is represented. Their support is appreciated and through their kind assistance only is this little volume possible.

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Sermon Brforr tlF Class .... .......Choir Rev. John G. Alber Rev. W. A. Albright ........... Choir Rev. George Hylton ....... Lucile Langford .. Rev. J H. Salsbury Commencement program Music —Instrumental Grande Valse Caprice ” Salutory ............................. Solo — “ The Swallows ............... Address .............................. Music— Tarantelle ”.................. Valedictory........................... Presentation of Diplomas “2lt tl)t of ti)t i atnbott)” CASTE Robert Preston, Lawyer ..................................James Allen Douglas Brown, Foot Ball Player...........................Iven Mastin Dick Preston, Bridegroom.........................................Willard Whitmore Stanley Palmer. Butler...............................................Ray Robertson Ted Whitney. Captain Foot Ball Team....................... - Lee Yochum Jack Austin, Secretary ................................Griffen Kelligar Marion Dayton, Preston’s Ward..............................Irene Marts Nellie Preston, Bride.................................... Faye Hughes Louise Ross, A Plotter...................................Helen Sellers Phyllis Lane, A Foot Ball Enthusiast.................... Irene Ferneau Kathleen Knox. Committee Chairman ........................Mary Scofield The Imp, Freshman .................................. Carrie Mellot Emily Elliott, With a Conscience ....................... Gertrude Epler Mrs Brown, Louise’s Mother .............................. Opal Reagan Jane, Literary lady...................................... Mina Lynch Polly Price. Theta Phi.............................. Elizabeth Bousfield Margarie Arnold, Theta Phi..............................Bertha Wagner Marie Swift, Theta Phi....................................Mary Scofield Molly Bruce, Maid .......................................Hazel Gerlaw ...Agnes Kelligar Lee Yochum .... Helen Lorance .....H. W. Caldwell Elizabeth Bousfield .........Irene Marts Music .............................. Invocation......................... Scripture Reading • • • ...... ...... Music ......... ..................... Sermon............................... Vocal Solo— Ave Maria ”.............. Benediction..........................

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3. jfrtcnti of tfjr ISUfjttr 3f?cron Sylvia thought her grandmother would be angry with her for staying so late, but she had hunted all afternoon for the cow. The old cow, it seems, knew from experience that by holding her head still the bell about her neck would not ring, so she hid in the hushes and waited until Sylvia would find her. Today it seemed that the cow was harder to find than usual for it was late when Sylvia had come to the gate. She walked down the path behind the cow nearly asleep but keeping step with her. The little birds were going to sleep in the bushes. She could hear their sleepy twitters. The cow came to the creek, waded in knee deep and began to drink. It seemed that she would never finish or may be it was Sylvia’s wanting to get home, but it seemed a long while before she slowly climbed the opposite bank. After they had gone a little way up the path she heard a whistle. She darted into the underbrush, but was too late. A young man came up with a gun over his shoulder. After consideable coaxing he got her to come out of the bushes and tell him her name. They walked on until they came to the little farm house. At first the old lady thought he was one of the farmer boys of the neighborhood .but when he asked if he could get some supper and a place to sleep, the old lady was very hospitable. She said “Sylvia, get this man a plate ” After he had eaten he sat outside the door takmg to the old lady. He said that he had seen a heron Hying this way and would give any one ten dollars if he would locate it for him. Sylvia’s heart beat fast. Was this the great white bird she had seen so frequently of late? But whether she needed the money or not she did not speak. Sylvia did not sleep well that night and just before day break she left the house and went to a hill where a tall cottonwood stood and reaching the lower branches by way of another tree she climbed to the top. Far away to the east she could see the sea and looking west to the salt marsh where she knew the heron’s nest was. She started. There arose the large bird. She held her breath. Nearer and nearer he came until he alighted on the cottonwood near her. He sat there straightening and oiling his feathers, then, arising his head called to his mate who called back at regular intervals. At last the noisy sparrows drove him away. Sylvia climbed down as best she could for her fingers were stiff and sore and made her way to the house. The following Jays were spent roaming the woods with the hunter. At last when he had all the birds he wanted and could not get the white heron he slung his sack over his shoulder and left. Sylvia longed for that ten dollars and the things she could have bought with it but was glad that she did not tell the secret of the White Heron. Wilson Shanks, ’16.