Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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“ - T El 3dS S - hitewash is white. It is nm lt of linu , glue, isinglass and water. The lime is produced from various alkaline earths, and its symbol is (’a O. The glue is put in to make it stick. Whitewash is not always pure, though, and many deceptions are imposed on the unsuspecting public. Whitewash is very useful. It is used on houses to stop up the cracks in the ceiling and to cover up old walls and rotten looking places. Ladies use it to cover up the dirt on their faces sometimes, hut they don’t call it whitewash. What they use is “Miraculous Radiant Complexion Beaut ifier” or something like that. Men put whitewash on trees to keep the hugs off, and merchants use a species of whitewash when they try to sell a secondhand coat for a new one. Tom Sawyer put it on his aunt Polly’s fence. Tom didn't like to whitewash much so he traded off chances to boys who did, for apple cores and dead rats with strings tied to their tails to swing them hv. This little incident illustrates the two kinds of whitewash most commonly used; the kind put on the fence, and the kind Tom used on the hoys. People don’t whitewash fences much now; they whitewash each other. We all believe we are very wise, but wise as we are, strange to say, an article marked twenty-three-and-a-half cents will touch our

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IK- Il) many instances (when the evidence is on her side) she will prove ra'u convincing in her argument both to judge and jury. Of course these conjectures as to the future of the individual members of this class may fall wide'of the mark. I intend that they shall. The future, even tomorrow, is a blank mystery, and we know not what a day will bring forth. We can only say here in the presence of friends, schoolmates, teachers and parents, you have given unto us bountifully, and we promise to pay, day by day, in our different lines of work, with various commodities, the (nil measure of our debt. If vve render unto the generation that shall rise around us gifts like those that have been given us, live upright, Christian lives, improve our God-given faculities, and in every way be useful men and women, we shall then be balancing our account of so long standing. Tomorrow the first installment becomes due. Tomorrow we go forth to exert an influence on the world, and to commence rendering unto others what has long been given us. Oh, thou tomorrow! Mystery! Oh day that ever runs before! What has thy hidden hand in store For mine, tomorrow, What hast thou In store to make me bear the now? Oh day in which we shall forget The tangled troubles of today. Oh, day that laughs at duns, at debts, Oh day of promises to pay ! Oh shelter from all present storm! Oh, day in which we shall reform Oh, safest, best day of reform ! Convenient day of promises! Hold back the shadow of the storm, Oh, blest tomorrow! Ohiefest friend, Let not thy mystery be less Hut lead us blindfolded to the end

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20. pocket-books much sooner than one marked twenty, and all because it xomills so cheap. What is more attractive to the masculine mind than the wheels of fortune at our county fairs; those wonderful striking machines, where men work so hard and pay for it at a “nicklc a knock, or three for a dime;” or to throw at a row of little rag babies set up on a pole? But we must not blame them, a ball is always at home in a man’s hand and the rag .dolls do look m cute in their gay colored dresses. These days, every one, even the ladies can afford to sport a cane; they are not the costly things of the days gone by. Each little village supports its cane stand and that old familiar erv, “the cane you ring, the cane you get” still brings its train of eager followers. The cane season and ice-cream season advance band in hand; that season of joy and and sadness to man and maiden. She takes tin ice-cream and is happy, he takes the cane, if he be an expert thrower, and sadly pays for both. Still the gentlemen can’t imagine why a girl will insist upon saying she “wouldn’t la a man for anything.” (iirls know a good thing when they have it. As we step over the threshold of this brilliant nineteenth century into that great unknown twentieth, we cast a hasty reviewing glance over our shoulder, and seeing the mighty works of great minds past and present; the iron bauds spanning our continent from ocean to ocean; our cities glittering with myriad lights like the castles of fairv-land. we, proud in our strength ami wisdom say, “Behold the fruit of our industry and genius, who of the earth is greater than we?” Well may we be proud of our nation—is it not a glorious one? I)o we believe the awful predictions of those who go about the country croaking that the destruction of our republic is at hand; that our structure of liberty is rotten to the core; that we are the deepest of political conspirators,a favored few in power that are “pulling wool” over our eyes? In other words we are being badly whitewashed? There is not a shout sent up by an anarchistic mob on this side of the Atlantic but it is echoed o’er mountain and valley, o’er plain and hill on the other. There is not a conflagration kindled bv the ruthless band of violence, but its flame glares with a twice crimsoned hue, overall Europe from horizon to horizon. To these