Clarks High School - Bomber Yearbook (Clarks, NE)

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Feelings a friend For thirteen years or so, we’ve met at this same place, at the same time usually five days a week. We've all come for different reasons. No matter how we may have begun, we find ourselves at the same con- clusion — where did time go? When we walked through that kindergar- ten door, we were afraid. Now that we are finally opening another door, again, we find that we are still afraid. In 1965, when we walked through that same door, we left the warmth and comfort of our mother’s arms. It was a cold feeling. Things got better though, and somehow we stumbled along life's cobblestone road. Eventually, we were no longer afraid. The doors became the shelter from the cold of the world. Now we find that as we leave, we are once again like the little child who shrugs away from leaving the warmth of friendships dis- covered. But, we know that we are tomorrow’s adults, changing what needs to be changed, trying things that had never been dared before. The possibilities of a different tomorrow tempt us to come farther out, away from the handle of the door. We are brought out further into the maze of life until suddenly from far away, we hear the echo of a door closed. Then we realize that what has been, has been great, but what could be” . . . Marilyn Zoucha Editor 2

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Feelings of the past. . . Class History Full of dreams and anxiety, 22 little people stormed the Kindergarten for day one of what was to soon be known as “reading, writing, and arithmetic.” Among the pairs of knocking knees were: Kevin Miller, Sharen Brunken, Dawn Van Pelt, Luann Geier, Linda Fleeman, Tom Pickrel, Kurt Kuhn, Marjorie Earl, Tim Beck, Kristine Boroviak, Lou Anne Miller, Mark McNeal, Rex Kuhn, Chris Huston, Marilyn Zoucha, Gae Johnson, Jim Danklesen, Janet Wurtz, Connie Kennedy, Dallas Grause, Dennis Szatko and Dick Church. Helping us along the way for “year one was our teacher Mrs. Kivett. Our first grade teacher, Mrs. Baird helped us learn many duties. In our first grade year, we lost a friend, Marjorie Earl. Our second grade was a year full of surprises and many class projects. During this year, we learned many things — like how not to go out and play in the water. This year was also a memorable one because we made our spotted girafes. These became a point of pride for many of us. Among those learning with us came Jerry Gabriel and Robert Brandenburger. We were very sorry to see Connie Kennedy leave us. Our teacher this year was the kind-hearted Mrs. Moore. One of the most memorable activities of third grade was recess. During our third grade year, we gained as friends: Dotty Jacobi and Tad Dittmer. Our faithful leader this year was Mrs. Sundberg. Besides gaining experience our fourth grade year, we gained Kenny Rieken. Even though life seemed fairly carefree during that year, Mrs. Nepermann kept us on our toes learning all the time. Many times it was not about school, it was about ourselves. We bid a fond farewell that year to Luann Geier, still a dear friend. Excitement mounted to a fever pitch in the fifth grade. We were all anxious for a successful “Hobby Show.” With Miss Zoucha’s help, not only was the “Hobby Show a success, the whole year went splendidly. Our fifth grade year, we welcomed Michael Sliva to our group. This year we were saddened with news of the death of Mike in the summertime. In our sixth grade year. Miss Test gave a new light to the word discipline. But with discipline came respect. Miss Test not only helped us to like school, but to like ourselves. Our class size remained the same this year. With seventh grade, came the title “junior high.” We were no longer graders. In fact, Mr. Toczek informed us that we were now “young adults.” Those also gaining that new title were LuAnne Engel and Rian Botts. Dotty Jacobi left us for new responsibilities. Our sponsor for this year was Mr. Kreps. For our eighth grade graduation, Ned Wemhoff joined the ranks of those leaving “junior high. Rian Botts left before this occasion, but Mr. Kreps and Mrs. Allen helped lead us to the gates of “high school. Joining us for new experiences during our fresnman year were: Joey Grella, Ron Richards and Marge Ziemba. Our freshman year taught us many things. Like how not to get initiated, something which some never learned. We had just gained Joey, but he left us during the same year. Our sponsors helping us through this difficult year were: Mrs. Ueckert and Mr. Kreps. Our sophomore year was a pretty eventful one. During this year, we ordered our class rings. This year went by fast, but it will be one year long remembered for the many class and assignments. Joining us for a year of hard work were: Pam Kelso, Jim Pratt, Dave Mundorf and Randy Wilson. Pam, Jim, Dave, Randy and Dallas Grause left us this year. Our sponsors this year were Mr. Kreps and Mr. Anderson. Our junior year the pace quickened a bit. What with deciding on prom, it is a wonder anything else got done. But with a lot of hard work, our prom became known as one of the prettiest ever to have taken place. Our theme was “Times of Your Life. All of our work and plan ning showed to all that we had the ability to work together to accomplish a project very worthwhile. Our sponsors throughout this hard work were Mr. Anderson, and Mr. Barbour. During this year Pete Upton joined our class and Dick Church and Marge Ziemba Church left us. After waiting for thirteen years, our senior year finally came. Time passed very quickly, but the memories made will be remembered forever. New friends were: Kathy Townsend and Terry Lippstreu. Our sponsors were Mrs. Vyhlidal and Mr. F. Steinhoff. One of the most memorable nights in our life will be going to the school board to request that we be allowed to go to Worlds of Fun in Kansas City, MO. The feeling of being told yes is unexplainable. To say we were happy put it very lightly. On April 14, 1978 the junior class held the annual Jr-Sr prom. Their theme was Moments to Remember. The band that played for our enjoyment was “Cottonwood. The dance lasted from 9 till 12:00. We will never be able to express our thanks to them for a fine prom. Many things, events, experiences happened this year. We like to think that we were a part of them. The greatest event happened on May 14, 1978, at 7:30 PM. Graduation. To live with and learn from so many different people, and then to have to leave them is another unex- plainable feeling. You would like to hold onto these people and feelings forever. We would like to thank everyone who ever helped us, whoever was our friends, to any one who gave us a friendly smile an encourageing word. Believe me, you will never be forgotten. This class “history is already history. After May 14, it may even be forgotten. The halls at oP Clarks High may be hollow and silent for a few months, but maybe, occasionally, if you listen very closely, you may just hear, “Wanda, Wanda!!!” T