Clarks High School - Bomber Yearbook (Clarks, NE)

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: CHS April 23. The Junior-Senior banquet was tonight. Everybody thought it was good. The decorations carried out the idea of an Indian Village. The waitresses were dressed as Indian maidens. All of us girls had new dresses. Senior ’36-’37. First of Year. We are seniors at last. No new students this year. There will be 21 of us to graduate. My there are lots of freshmen this year. I wonder if we acted as shy and timid as they do. Later in Fall. Had a class meeting today. We decided to edit an annual. Mr. Ved- der, our sponsor, warned us that it. would be lots of hard work. Mr. Vedder has been our sponsor a'l four years in high school. End of Semester. Only one more book-report and I’ll be done for the year. We hw sold 110 annuals. Time is sure ret- ting short. I wonder if I’ll get everything done that I’m supposed to. I hope I get on the honor roll for the semester. I made it last year. May 19. This time tomorrow night it will all be over and I will be making the last entry in my school diary. Lots of things in it are sad and lots of things are funny and many of the entries I wouldn’t want anyone to read. Only seven of us are graduat- ing that started out together. That’s kind of sad, but then, we have four- teen that didn’t start with us and we have known many others along the way. That thought should make us happy. We have all made lots of school friends that were not in our class, too. Our parents will all be proud and happy tomorrow' night. Sometimes I think they will be happier than wre will. We have had such good times this last year. The Junior and Senior banquet was swe'l. The banquet was laid in a sea f arden with O'd Father Neptune as toast- master, and sea sirens for waitresses. We had a great time on our sneak day, too. Went dowm to Lincoln. I thought I wmuld never get rested up afterwards. Last Sunday night we put on our graduating gowns for the first time. They sure made us look dirnified. May 20. It’s all over. I was so happy when I got my diploma—and yet I cried. Isn’t that funny?

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CHS diary, I am in the eighth grade. I am sure growing up. April. We all passed the 8th grade exam- ination, that is those that had to take them passed. Those who got an average of B or better didn’t have to. Jean is certainly taking a big interest in tennis this spring. Eu- gene seems to like to play, too. Next fall I’ll be in high school. I wonder if it will be fun. Of course you have to work awfully hard and the teach- ers get hard boiled some times, they say, but I can hardly wait to try it. Freshman Year ’33-’34. September 30. We have been in High school a month and finally have located all our classes. It isn’t hard. I thought it would be. Eucene is leaving next week. What will Jean do now? There are quite a few new students in from the country. Doris Rice, Dorothy Kiolbasa, Stella Beck, Lam- bert Zoucha, Marcella Divine, Rav- mond Stanczyk, Leo Yrkoski, Ted Kiolbasa and Pauline Cook. November. We had our first class party in the gym at school last night. Everybody was there. We played dodgebal' so hard that Dorothy Kiolbasa had to take off her shoes and rest her feet. Some of the kids said that Whitie Gibson took Virginia home from the party. I know Albert Rice was wait- ing outside for Jean. James and Delbert Booth have quit school, I guess. I bet Mildred is sori’y. April. Virginia sang with the girls trio at, A’bion this week in the Music con- test. Algebra and Latin sure are hard and here I thought high school was going to be easy. Spring Picnic. We had our picnic today over cross the river. We played kitten- ball, had lots to eat. Jack and Ern- ie got mad and walked back to town. Sophomore Year ’34-’35. Third Week of School. A new girl, Yvonne Effle, regis- tered today and she is in our class. That makes two new girls this year, the other one is Maxine Gustafson. October. We are having football games at night under the lights this fall. I think it’s lots more fun at nights. We are having a farewell party for Maxine Gustafson next week. She is moving away. Jack said he is go- ing to quit too. May Day Evening. It was a grand day and I am so tired I can hardly move. Clarks won the track meet. There sure were lets of people here. It seems as though our class is getting smaller instead of larger. Glen and G'adys Luft moved away. Leo Yrkoski, Stella Beck, Raymond Stanczyk and Jack Stumpff quit school. Oh, these book reports! If I don’t hurry I’ll have to stay in until 5 o’clock. Junior Year ’35-’36. Tall. Maybe our class won’t be so small after all, Doris and Jack Burger, Avery Graves, Carl Ferguson and Mervin Johnson entered our class new this year. I believe I’ll take typing, that ought to be a snap course. Christmas. We had our party with the seniors and did we have fun! and NOISE. I’ll take back w’ at I said about typ- ing being sn? . March 3. Our cla. ? play “Sound Your Horn,” was given last night. Wilma ; nd Doris were sure funny. I thought Mervin was good but he acted bash- , ful at first. Hope we made enough to feed the seniors.

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CHS Class Poem We started thirteen years ago last fall. Our task to learn to read and write and play. Our mothers’ hearts were glad, yet sad that day. To us it was commencing— that was all. Nine years then pass, we start again it seems. This time to finish high school was our goal. Just four years left, my! how the time will roll And we’ll be through, the finish of our dreams. Yet, here we are at graduation time, And still we find we are not through, for lo. Our dreams are still ahead and we must go To where they beckon if we still would climb. And so tonight we must begin once more, For this is but Commencement, and they say We’re never finished till we close the door To further progress and a better day. ■1937