Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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€fce Commencement day will soon be here. What does it mean? Dfulonta should it be called this when we have just finished the V prescribed course? Is it only a beginning? That is all. The four years of High School have been years of training, not of service. The diploma, what is it? Your name on a bit of parchment, elaborately engraved? It is rather the emblem of the end to which we strive, and that end is that through contact with books, teachers and schoolmates we may fit ourselves the better for the great school of life. With this thought in mind, we go out in this broad world to seek real rewards for our toil. The diploma is not the real end, but the symbol of that end. parting UIXoxh jfrom tl)t 0rtnctpai With a merry crowd I recently visited a Nebraska village where huge oaks and gnarled maples kept silent guard over deserted dwellings. Virginia creeper tried its utmost to render picturesque unsightly ruins. Everything, trees, lilacs and bare dwellings breathed forth hints of forgotten romance, of brave and ambitious souls who had placed them there. Yet, though a touch of sadness pervaded all. there was this consolation; there remains always a recollection of an earlier activity. How great an asset is memory, “For memory is the only friend that grief can call its own.” Memory, memory, lessens our sorrows and brightens our joys the more. Students and friends of the Auburn High School, I trust these two years spent together will form a pleasant chapter in your memory book. What ripping times you have in your sleigh rides, basket ball games, class parties and jamborees. What jolly good songs have your quartettes, octettes and glee clubs given us. What bully plays you have staged. If you have been awake you have enjoyed them all. But let no well meaning yet mistaken person convince you that the best of your life is past when these four High School years are gone. True, with increasing years and knowledge will come new troubles and problems to perplex, but your capacity for enjoying life will enlarge as you meet and solve them. I trust we shall meet often after school days are past, but whether our paths meet or divide, I shall retain an active interest in you and your success, and with you, shall remember with somewhat of affection the Auburn High School and the Scarlet and Green. %OSS W. BATES.

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£)I)r @cavlrt anti 0mn Qnnual Published by the Students of the Auburn High School. Price, per copy, of this Commencement Number, 50c. Being the Eighth or Commencement Number of the year 1911. Entered at the Postoffice at So. Auburn, Nebraska, as second-class matter. Ben Huntington Verne Lynch... Daisy Clark EDITORIAL STAFF Class ’ii Helen Lorance Class ’ 12 Alberta Mutz. Editor-in-Chief ......C lass ’13 ..... Class ’14 MANAGING STAFF Paul Holmes........................................... Business Manager Robert Gerlaw..................................Assistant Business Manager ADVISORY COMMITTEE Ross W. Bates.................................................Principal SCHOOL BOARD A. R. Peery, President Louis Horrum J. A. Hanna, Vice President E. Ferneau Dr. 1. H. Dillon, Secretary Dr. B. F. Lorance VOL1NE PRINT ING HOUSE, AUBURN, N E B R . Editorial 3 At the end of this our Senior year let us pause to look back RftrogUCCt over work accomplished. When our athletic record is mentioned we wear the “smile that won’t come off” and hold our chin in the air. Our sturdy athletes won most of the base ball and basket ball games. In our dual field meet we swamped our competitor, and then took first place in the Southeastern Nebraska High School meet at Peru. The science laboratory has been equipped wit:i needful apparatus. A fine library of magazines has been placed in the office for reference and many new books have been purchased. The old High School building will soon be too small if growth continues at this rate. Even the healthiest kind of a mind can do but mediocre work in a poor rickety body. So we are looking for a newer and larger High School in the near future. As Seniors we have a feeling in cur hearts which cfn-dDuprufinn amounts to thankfulness. We have words of commenda- tion for the parents, faculty and school board, for the many favors we have had at their hands. We only wish we might return their kindnesses, but they will probably be repaid by the sight of “such a splendid graduating class” as the one of 1911. We wish to thank all who have helped in getting up this Annual, the last thing in which the Class of 1911 will take an active part. Without the splendid loyalty of each member of the faculty and students, without the liberality of the merchants in taking ads this Annual edition of the SCARLET AND GREEN could not have been a success.

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Class $ocm There is a sun kissed mead A sea of daises nodded to me. They seemed to call and beckon again As if I should go and answer them. I knelt among the gold and white, Till earth was lost to sight, And the glow of morning light so rosy, Seemed to enhance for me their story Just twenty-five were nestled near me-Just twenty-five from that daisy sea, And as I looked at each apart I wished to look deep into their hearts. Some rose high above the others. But drooped their heads to one another. “Strive Up! The sun smiles on you, And in your youth you’re kissed by the dew.’’ And while I knelt there in their midst The twilight fell as a veil of mist. The daisies nodded and fell asleep; I saw the stars begin to peep. As down the lonely path I wandered The daisies bright left me to ponder. Not only a message but lessons they brought, Deep truths for which we all have sought. And so in this great sea of life Some rise above the others in the strife-The sun to all sends out its rays, But some look down while on their way. All did not give a helping hand In the great daisy band, But twenty-five were kind and true So, Class of Nineteen Eleven “Here’s to you.’’ —Lucile Langford, ’ll.