Minot High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Minot, ND)

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The Class of '43 A THOUGHT FOR NEXT SEPTEMBER Look ahead, America Look ahead to blood- Your youth is marching on But look you, not with fear, From the green and verdant past For memories are marching, Into chasms far beyond Marching with you from this year Look ahead, America, Your youth is now in bloom, And hear the classroom marching To a military tune. Dreams of smiling kerchieftd girls, Oi nighis you won't forget, Dreams with a faded fragrance, Like gardenias treasured yet, Dreams of triumph on the field, Of hcnor and applause, Dreams of pusing moments When you lived and breathed one cause, Dreams of halls and locker rooms, Of moments bitter sweet, Dreams of stuffy study halls, Of heavy boots and cleets, Dreams that all come rushing From years which are now spent, Dreams that usher memories And leave the heart content. Look to the flaming fire, The torch of victory, For in that fire burns the flame Of the class of '43, This Ain't Got No Class During the year, the staff has tried to be of service to the school. lTake one deep breath pleasel Page Twenty-eight Service is what is with a smile To smile you must have teeth- Some teeth green Green is what my valley was Valley is a cousin to Forge Forge is what a blacksmith uses A blacksmith is a big man Man must have his mate Mate is what most socks lack Lack is what you have on the door A door is an opening An opening is at the end of a gun A gun fires shells Shells cover nuts And nuts is what you are if you Read all this, cause I just put it here to take up space. -B. J. K.

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When--- This picture is entitled: Rub a Dub Dub or Elsie Comes Clean. Mr. Mellem's bangs have certainly receded. The Washington School Wildcats in one of their gentler moments. There is all state material here. Well, as I live and perspire if it isn't Lee and Ted. How was Sunday School, boys? Aamoth had that gleam in his eye way back then. What this young man is doing and why, we are not at liberty to Bay. Why, Onalee, this is so sudden. Page Twenty-seven

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Wreaths ol Laurel From the Senior Class To Miss Adams-class advisor with a sense of humor and just plain sense. She carried the class through prom, an- nouncements, and commence- ment. Make that a double wreath. To Walter Blair Sinallwood- camera connoisseur and one man lighting committee, You'll always i-herish that picture he took at the Letter- niens Ball. To Madeline Cooley--Minot High without the High Times wouldn't be Minot High and ihere wouldn't have been a High Times without this gar- rulous columnist. To Bonnie Jean Kimball- Searchlight editor and organ- izer efficient. No matter uh it job she tackles, be it prom or yearbook, she carries through to the end. To Jean Spoklie-the ever willing arcompanist. Band ma- jorette and avrohat, Jean has led the band in rain and wind and if you think that's cozy in tights-just try it some time. To Harry MrLanv-a steady worker who managed the prom, pic-ked out 1-lass rings and ordered name vards. As a leader or a follower, Mac is tops. To Mr. Strom--the silent partner of many a successful danre and program. Quietly and without asking for thanks or praise he does the big little jobs that mean so muvh. Thanks a million! we Page Twenty-nine