Clarks High School - Bomber Yearbook (Clarks, NE)

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Here summoned by traditions sweet Once more on villare green we meet A band of sixteen, tried and true, And two were wed within a week. Lonr, loner the way our feet have come, And thornv, too, and rou h to some, But now the roal salutes the o-aze, The last of many Hirh School days. But ere we leave the groves and hall And field of short and ivied wall, We crave the grace to plant a tree And sing the -psalm of memory. And as we view the fading past And dream on days that fled so fast Full many a thorn which one was ours, Seems all a blossom now with flowers'. sweet the days of Auld Lenr Syne . As dear as love, as strong to bind, Come memory, from thy haunted ca.ve And make thy lovinv heart their gravel A grave which buries naught that's fair But only wrong, and grief and care; And hides away from mortal sight The shadow only, not the light'. Wc come, 0 duty, sixteen strong Cf right the thralls, the foes of wrong', 0 AJLma Hater'. 'While we b nn Tny hand of blossinv on each brow. Nav, nav thy blessinv over rest On him who dooth God's behests; Hail and farewell; we ao to prove, Ourselves are worthy of the love.

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V2C 'VM KMfyne will to Dcvard 'olonskv his Mrl ! orris v r |it-,,r' os -i t g|thtohers. V 'cv'ick ovilis his htilit tag'ioD 't l errwn. wills tc Dorothy Stanczu-k actress, to '3t in ood with •rr es a handTr ran Leonard ! c lean vi’is nothin-- es it took hin too icn- to fcrvire rhet ho has ot. .’rances hv.st r'5 -iyos her brood. friandi- srile to J'rxine Srir s. i I'erieth aifch h pi?3 t s Ms ••seinin' countenance to leooard :-r.. star’’ Thonas Lnnb wills his atilit” of tlusMnn easily to Lolnr. rollard. Finally, we lerve our rood behavior, cur school snirit, and our seats with ur and cen- ’y wrappers to the future students. And we, t he seniors, do hereby arv'oint the faculty tM Executors of this, our last will and testrxnt. In the Mtness there of we, the class of '38, do set our 1-ard and seal to this, oui lust will and testr.rent on this nineteenth day of hay 1938.

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0in Iistent ye-.rs mo turn ■ '%iiri ootst«:ps where th j no cltors burn .. ' X’VX St ill t'luo to honor end zo thee 1 ''«.V'ill.-pledre undyir. ferity . W: A louder ' summons now doth swell, Hell to thee, mother r.nd fcrcwoll! Thou pointost proudly to the field— Return upon or with thy shield'. rio understend thoo end wo ro hero the tide of br.ttlc flow; Yet bless us, mother, rs v:c kneel ' ith eonsoerrtod sword rnd shield.