Hemingford High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Hemingford, NE)

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THE SPUDPICKER + SCHOOL CALENDAR September: First Spasm of Torture. Sept. 5. School starts, everybody trying to look intelligent. Sept. 9. Miss Melvin very graciously attempting to avoid conflicts. Sept. 12. Today Mr. Elkins began his scries of football announcements Sept. 14. First Senior Class meeting. We elect officers and decide to put out a “knock ’em cold” annual this year, to make up for not having one before. Sept. 16. The Freshmen seem to be learning something new. Sept 23. Seniors “peaceably” select class rings. Oct. 9. First football game—Alliance at Hemingford. Oct. 11. A certain over-educated Junior was requested not too gently this second period to travel down the aisle to a seat beside the assembly desk. Oct. 15. Another football game—Rushville here. “Keep it up boys, you’re doing fine.” Oct. 18. Miss Koenbe favored the Seniors with one of her frequent “easy” tests in Social Science. Oct. 22. Football game -Harrison with Hemingford here. Oct. 23. Football game—Hemingford versus Rushville Parochial there. Oct. 27. Everyone made a grand dive for report cards, so that everyone else couldn’t see what he didn’t get. Oct. 29. Football game Hemingford versus Rushville there. “A little more pep, boys.” Nov. 5,6,7. Vacation, Teachers’ Convention. Nov. 11. Seniors receive Biology test papers with awe. Grades? Well, there are some things better left untold. Nov. 12. Football game—Hemingford versus Harrison there. Nov. 15. Helen Schneider made the brief statement in American History today that she could remember the men but couldn’t keep the dates straight. Nov. 19. Last football game on home grounds this season. It was a peach of a game. Nov. 23. Everyone seems to be resting up for Thanksgiving vacation. Nov. 24. Senior play, “Old Fashioned Mother.” Nov. 25. Last football game of season Hemingford versus Crawford there. Dec. 10. Box Supper for benefit of Athletic Association. Dec. 16. Seniors initiated the Freshmen. Oh man, weren’t the Juniors mad, say nothing of the Sophomores! Dec. 17. First basket ball game—Hemingford with Marsland here. Dec. 24. Christmas vacation. Jan. 3. A new teacher rules over the assembly the second period now. Jan. 13. First semester exams, Oh dear! Jan. 14. Basket ball game—Hemingford versus Alliance there. Jan. 21. Girls’ first basket ball game—Hemingford versus Harrison here. “Oh my.” Also Hay springs boys versus Hemingford boys here. Jan. 22. Basket ball game—Hemingford versus Marsland there. Jan. 28. First real girls’ basket ball game of the season. “The girls certainly showed their stuff.” Harrison boys played Hemingford boys here. Jan. 29. Basket ball boys went to Haysprings. Febr. 4. Basket ball boys went to Harrison. “Doggone that Harrison!” Febr. 5. Girls’ team went to Harrison. “Nough said.” Febr. 10. Photographer here to take Seniors’ picture. Everybody’s looking great. (Continued on page 17) 10

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THE SPUDPICKER •+ MISS MAMIE ACKER 5th and 6th Grades Chadron Normal MISS MARGARET RAY 2nd grade Chadron Normal MISS NETTIE UHRIG 3rd and 4th grades 3 years Chadron Normal 9 MISS VERA-GARLAND 1 st grade University of Nebraska

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THE SPUDPICKER + EXCELSIOR The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, ’mid snow and ice A banner with this strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath. And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! ‘‘Try not the pass!” the old man said; ‘‘Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!” And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! “O stay,” the maiden said, “and rest Thy weary hi ad upon this breast!” A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! “Beware the pine-tree’s withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!” This was the peasant’s last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior! A traveler, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star. Excelsior! -—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 11