Wauneta High School - Broncho Yearbook (Wauneta, NE)

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'Tis dawn, but the year’s hard work is through, The Seniors of ’30 are loyal and true. Graduation to us was a golden dream— Just another event as we drift down stream. We dreamed of graduation for the last four years, Studying and lamenting through fun and through tears; And now we hang our pennant of silver and blue; It means more to us than it would mean to you. We are proud of this class as we pass from the door And get in life’s boat and take up the oar. We’ll sail to success, we'll try not pretend, We'll all make our goal if it takes to the end. Twelve years of pleasant learning for us has passed, And now our dreamed of goal is here at last. But our time for learning is not gone, For it is not the Sunset but the Dawn. Twenty-five

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Cfc«A' S5 -g3 CLASS HISTORY In the fall of 1917, when the bell on the brand new school-house sent forth its first call, nine of the pupils of our present class answered to roll. Among them were Chester and Lester Kline, whom nobody would believe to be twins; Faye Johnston, who has proved that the maxim “Little But Mighty” is true; Amos Berry, always a leader; bashful Ruth Blunt; Ronald Emerick, always the teacher’s pet; Alvina McBride, who was just as mischievous then as now; Wilma Smith, with long curls and not least but always last; Paul Grimm, who everybody liked to tease, just to hear him giggle. We were steered over the rough course of kindergarten by the competent hand of Miss Mae Gaines, who is now Mrs. Louis Grimm. » In the spring of 1918 we all enjoyed the thrill that comes once in a lifetime—that of being in the annual May Day program. In 1919, when we wrent into the second grade, our footsteps were guided into a different room under a different teacher, Miss Margaret Jones. Here we were joined by Inez Cocklin, who has become one of our star pupils; Melva Pennington, who can still talk baby talk, and Elva Crowell, who always is a victim of stage fright. In the third grade we found that we had the same teacher and our class was enlarged by one who was none other than Marguerite Ketler. She never had much to say, but always got there just the same. This same year we lost one of our most popular classmates, Alvina McBride. In the fourth grade Donald Hummel and Edgar Ditton came to try their luck with us. We were happy to have the same teacher back with us again. The next year we started out under Miss Margaret Kenney, but it was soon decided that we should stay another year under the guiding hand of Miss Jones. David Edwards now appeared on the scene among us. The sixth year, Miss Kenney tried us again and we were guided through the rough sea of spelling words and definitions safely. The next year, we were met by a new teacher, Miss Katherine Eby, who soon proved to be a pal to us all as well as a teacher. It was here that Lee Thomas-bashful but smart—made his entrance. In the eighth grade Miss Eby was our teacher again and there was but one addition to our number. This was Florence Maddux, who soon proved to the girls that she was the blonde that gentlemen prefer. This year we missed Wilma Smith, who had decided to try her luck in a country school. The next year found us—a scared group of Freshmen—in the northwest corner of the new assembly. Here we found that quite a few new members were among us. Among them were Omer Troxel, the cause of Twenty-seven