Gold Hill High School - Nugget Yearbook (Gold Hill, OR)

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...........................................-..........-...........-.......... 55-4 --' '---'95-356541954592-61-59656669 -'r-'99-IC'4i--Btii'-N-X'-A snowtirds took on a wistful tone as they searcheddout the coldest places only to find that the melting touch of the sun had been there,'too. At last they could bear it no longer, and, rising, flew away. As they went they took a last look back and saw a warm mist slowly enveloping the mournful scene. --Frances Reames, '57 lm Baoorc d 4 , Gliding down o'er the rocks, little brook, Singing a happy song, ' Singing all the day long, Singing--to me. When twilight shadows fall, little brook, 3 Your song grows weary, ' The world is than dreary, Dreary--for me. When I am all alone, little brook, ihere's solace with you, One friend that is true, Faithful--to me. And when we have to part, little brook, You'll keep on splashing, And forever keep dashing, Dashing--to me. --Delores Drennen, '37 - 1 v 1 xg u a , u u 35, , 3' I ,' .. ,. .' -L .L . . 'L -L N. :Q -L .L .5 .. -- .r . .. . r wr 91' ar - ,. X' .r 1. .r 4- 1 .. w. .. I .. .. 1- 1- 4- --,,.,.......-..................-............................................... B8