Clarks High School - Bomber Yearbook (Clarks, NE)

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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

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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 SPRING Nature’s palace is adorned With gems of rarest kind. In all the land there ne’er is seen Jewels so fair and fine. With Heaven as a sapphire roof It’s such a pale soft blue And though it gives a saddened thought None finds a grander view. The trees are emeralds, glistening green Their leaves so proudly sway Three cheers for spring and its fine gifts “Oh please don’t go away.” The flowers as rubies nod and nod They’re proud to be in bloom ’Tis spring, and that’s the time for them To fragrance all the room. Come one, come all, and view this scene When nature’s dressed her best. A paradise? Ah yes, indeed. It’s far above the rest. —Jean Souser ’37. A FROG I went fishing one summer day The water was so clean I saw a large frog on the bank His coat a brilliant green. His eyes were bright like shiny beads Hi:: le;s were large and strong He sat there in the moss and sand And sang a deep c'oarse song. As he was sitting there so still Nibbling on some moss A big brown turtle came along That looked so mean and cross. The turtle tried to catch the frog. The frog was much too fast . The turtle craned his stretching neck Just as the frog shot past. It was a very dose escape For mister green bull frog He hopped off to another pond To find a safer log. —Earl Becker ’37.