Nampa High School - Sage Yearbook (Nampa, ID)

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U55 aging of ow: age Within the walls of old Nampa High, A room of great renown doth lie: And in this room of glory old, A book is annually made and sold. Upon entering this remote domain, Where peace and order always reign. One is impressed by its spacious air, And by the Staff members' vacant stare. No doubt its name you've already guessed, The Sage Ofhce-noted haven of rest: Where guileless Iuniors, with ideals fine, Come and learn to waste their time. If a sixth period visit you wish to make, Into your hands your life you take. For some unknown reason, the way it lies, You become the object of all that flies. First, upon entering, you will observe A lad who has a lot of nerve. Unlike the average Sage Staff run, He studies despite laughter and pun, Beside this member, another reclines, He spends his time in making signs To paste where they'll hang from every rafter And cause the greatest amount of laughter. Next comes our most stately boss, The one who is not so very cross. All the corny jokes she knows! And for her picture she must twice pose. Another member, known as Scoop, Usually enters wtih a great big swoop. All the latest news is hers, But before she leaves, it will be yours. Our Feature Editor, my such a wit! Through her ancient poems you'll have to sit And laugh at the end as a matter of course, Wondering who the dope was at its source. This jovial sixth period will no doubt endure. Till the month of March is gone for sure. Then Miss LaFond will check up and look, And notice the unfinished state of our book, Then long delayed deadlines will be set, And agreements with engravers and publishers met Midnight oil will burn to determine its worth, But without the usual laughter and mirth. And now as the end of my poem draws nigh, And you take a deep breath and heave a sigh, To publish a Sage it goes without seeing ls hard on any human being. If this poem is like any you've read, And some of the statements have before been said I will pay their author absolutely no rental, For the likeness between them is purely coincidental -Anonymous

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Miss Hagelin Mr. Smith B. Parker F, Timm E. Aschenbrennei' B. M. Hill eniofz gfass Studies, dances, athletics, fun, gaity, and pathos have made the last three years eventful for the Senior Class of 1939. As Sophomores they rapidly learned the ways of Nampa High School. Their first activity after entering the portals of N. H. S. was the sponsorship of a dance in the fall of 1936. As juniors the class of '39 entertained the Seniors at the annual Junior-Senior Prom. An old fashioned flower garden was the theme of this dance, and no efforts were spared by the committees to make it realistic. Early this year the decision was made by class members to follow the tradition set last year of wearing caps and gowns for baccalaureate and commencement. To football, basketball, baseball, track, and other sports this class has made large contributions during the past three years. Debate, declamation, music, and other all-school activities have also claimed many members of the graduating class. The Seniors sponsored a dance April 28 and concluded their activities in high school with the Senior luncheon which was held May 12. Helping to pilot this group through both calm and troubled waters were Fred Timm, Ray Skinner, and Buddy Ptacek, class presidents, and Miss Evelyn Hagelin, Odie Pederson, and Ronald Smith, class advisers. Lavender and silver were chosen as the colors for this class. Today we launch, where will we anchor?', was the motto picked at the begin- ning of their Sophomore year.