Columbus High School - Discoverer Yearbook (Columbus, NE)

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1. Brass section plays fight song for downtown pep rally. 2. Mack Schermer and Terry Michael take out their hostilities on fellow classmate Jamie Ferguson. 3. Typing proves to be frustrating for Vicky Pieters. 4. Seniors Rex Allen and Linda Michaelsen give sophomore Randy Eihausen a lesson in rowdiness. 5. Kathy Carter says “Boogie on.” 6. Jamie Ferguson, Mark Redrow and Dale Robertson give home crowd a new experience in cheerleading. 7. Senior Connie Ernst shows she is small but mighty. B 6 12

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QoLOMaus JeM ok High JchooI T«£ Vocal music ilHCWKf OtPASTMt'NTS Rodgers X .'HERSTE NSQ yPoyjAtD°FW? C monvki s TU€3PAY NOV IOC 11-075 CHJ JVHKtw , ] j t ? 30 P.M. all if 00 ♦v Opportunities Received Zhrough Creativity Creativity exsists in each of us, the problem is learning how to express it best. For some students creativity means singing, dancing, acting or playing an instrument. For others it means working with their hands, such as drawing, painting, carving, weaving, sewing or being involved in pottery. Some students value the verbal or written ability to relate to others best. No matter how it is expressed, creativity has lasted through times of peace and plenty and also times of war and hardship. Congress, when designing our country’s first flag, used some creativity through symbolism. The thirteen stars and stripes stood for the original thirteen colonies, with the white stripes symbolizing purity and innocence, the red stripes meant hardiness and valor, and the blue field stood for vigilance, perseverance and justice. Now, as then, there is a need to express ourselves and when we are creative the opportunities we recieve will benefit ourselves as well as others.

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Laughter all around People, friends, warmth Smiles illuminate the face Then a time to be alone quiet, lonely, solemn Isolation forms it’s pattern But you remember Smiles, words, deed And day is done . . . You are alone with thoughts and memories. These times were meant to be shared once and only once, each in a special way. We were always there together, understanding and laughing. I’m going to miss them . . .