Humboldt High School - Nokomis Yearbook (Humboldt, IA)

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F SOPHOMORES 4 l l Class Ojficers Presxdcm. Luhm Aunt Secretary K1thryn Ross Vlce Presldcnt Dory CL Sehnoor Treasurer Mary Jana. Myles Upjnr Rau, Kathryn Ross Robert Wnttman Iames Coddmgton Horace Adams Vlhllard Hart Harold Doldcr Gordon Shelgren Alnce Lovrncn Helen DeSmxdt Lenore Smtkcy Bcaulcc Scrber Wnnxfred Telllcr, Lucm Mac Rolhns Upfnr Rau Gl1d5s DeSmxdr Delmar Axnold Wayxxe Mlllward Faye Berrler Byron Shepard Vnrgxl Gxcldxngs Hubert Stone Orlene Straxt Lawn' Rau Evelyn Van Gromgan Ione fellner Roberta Bastxan Josephme Myers Maclelme Olson Vxolct Gord, Exlcne Term 1llxger Almeta McCoy Bertha Sflmpson Upjmr Row-Mnrmm Burns Geneva B1ldw1n Harold Mom Elmer WICISS Rov1l Bennett Frank Nordstrum Rosalmd Berkhzmer Beulah Morgan Lozur Raw Florence Recd Arlene Ross Florence Funk, Florence Solbeck Mary lane Myles Esther Layton Loss Shepard 11115: lucuty M1111 - ... ill 9 3 40 I ,I 5 Y . . . y 5 . , y . x , , . LOIUUT Row-Sybil Westfall, Marjorie Chamberlin, Doryce Schnoor, Lilian Arenn, Esther McCollough, . , . , ' K - Y . . . . , A H , '- 1 Y . , A , .I V . A , . , , . . . . y , . . A l I I-M . , . . , H 4 . , . , . , . . 7. , , H i 1 , III ' ' , . ' , . - , ' , I . , , . . y I 1 .. I.. l ., , , E , , ,, ,. ,,, .. l I '

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'NGK Milli If fAj10logit's I0 Kipli-r1gQ If I could get a ninety-two In every lesson that I dog If I could get my paper thru' The very day that it was due, If I could talk the way you do, And not just shake from head to shoe, If I could look you in the face, Instead of staring into space, Then I could smile and grin all day, And chase all other cares away. If I could just be full of pep And with the others keep in step, Oh, then I'd make my friends all squirm, And not be just a little worm. iC36'l1U'l!jC l!C' T0'fk.Cl.Y0l1- I n Gardens Green fPa1'ofly on In Flanders Fieldsnj In gardens green the cabbage grows, How many heads nobody knows. XVe choke them out, and to the side The beets, still somewhat verdant, hide. Scarce seen, too, are the radish rows. We are the weeds. Short days ago, We flourished, grew tall, and dodged the hoe Our fight is o'er, and now we die, In gardens green. Help in our struggle with the hoe, To you from dying stalks we throw Our seeds. Be yours to spread them wide. If winds break faith with us who died There'll be no weeds where cabbage grow In gardens green. -Marjorie Cbll77'lbC'7'li1f .. 1930.

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