Clinton High School - Builder Yearbook (Clinton, MN)

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I have the honor of being the first gradu- ate of the Clinton High School and I will always be grateful to the Clinton School Board and Professor George Bodin for granting me that privilege. Much credit should go to them for initiating the estab- lishment of a complete high school course and, also, to Professor John E. Palmer, the preceding school boards, and teaching staffs, who gradually extended the courses offered beyond the lower grades. The alumni, students, and community of today owe them a debt of gratitude for their vision, unselfish interest and efforts. Alvin Swensen OM. me gnadequacu of wands 41938 First Prize Winner-Hamline Poems? How can I make you understand? The snow Clings smoothly to the hill, grass, and dead leaves, And even rocks, are under it, we know, But that evasive quality of snow Convinces just as much as it receives. The blue-woofed shadow any bare tree weaves Carries no message of leaf-mould or stone, Says little, even, of the valiant grass, No, shadows have a message of their own- What chance have besl-rock things, like leaf or stone, To find a barrier that they can pass? A thing may be as brittle as fine glass, There's no word for it, so it goes unsaid, Or else our clumsy phrase holds it away. Snow is the language, under which the dead- Poor, pallid ghosts of what could not be said- Are decently interred, and laid away, What can't be said in words is hard to say. - By Gwenn Sanders, Class of '34