Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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22. his beautiful milk-white steeds, and wreathes their manes with sunbeams, while the gay, dancing hours harness them to his glowing sun-ear. Up and up they plunge; steadily now they climb through all the long, long day, dispelling darkness and tilling with sunshine the homes and hearts of the children of men. Night is coming, tin chariot sinks and sinks, softly into the golden cup floating in the western Ocean stream; clouds wrap it gently about and it is borne silently and unseen, back to the glorious palace in the east. Darkness again! Shall no light guide the poor earth wanderer through the night? In the east, pale Selene, godess of the moon appears. How steadily her silver chariot moves! The raven steeds arch their necks and smoothly pace beneath the guidance of her gentle hand; the vapor of their warm breath falls on us in glistening crystals of dew; we see the radiance in fair Selene’s eyes, as she seems softly to say “Sleep on mv children, peace and rest be with you, no danger shall come nigh you, I am watching.” Such are the tales of fair gods and godesses, that we read today. In the intense interest we forget that Greece, the birthplace of these wonderful visions, is no more. That once she contended with questions similar to those which are disturbing our nation today; that she felt the same confidence in her power that we feel in ours, and that she was once duped, led, whitewashed, if you will by over confident, avaricious politicians. ’Twas but the old, old story of nations, however, which will go on repeating itself to the end of time. “Greece, lovely Greece, The land of scholars and the nurse of armies,” forgot the sacred trust she held to her own people and proved her ‘own betrayer. Aye, Greece had her Macedonians, Home herGoths and Vandals, fair Columbia—may she profit by their example. Lillian Jkreckk.

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2!. monarch point their finders and call them the out-growths of republicanism and claim for themselves and their heirs the duty of extending the domain of despotism. Vet we, in our confidence, quietly fold our arms and cast looks of scorn on these idle warning Wt’ are strongly established. We defy all. Why, the republican party is in power. Benjamin Harrison, who had a grand-lather called “Tippecanoe,” occupies the presidential chair. James b- Blaine still lives. Grover Cleveland has resumed his fishing and tin dear people are happy. To be sure the Tariff question remains unsettled, and the “Surplus in the Treasury” problem is still unsolved; but one must remember these things take time. People in general are thinking about these great questions, but, as George Idiot savs, “If you could make a puddin’ bv thinkin’ o’ tin batter, ’twould be easy gettin’ dinner.” 1 is men of action that are needed. Every pilot can steer a ship in calm waters, but let the storm break, then we look to the strong arm, the clear head, the steady hand to guide the vessel through tin gale. Our schools are tlie best equipped in the world. We firndv believe that education, the foundation of liberty, is deeply laid. e must remember however, that millions each year are pouring in upon us from the slums of monarchy on the other side of the world. For them too we must supply opportunity, them too we must guard and teach the watchwords of freedom. Our danger is not alone from without, but within also. What of our colored population, for whose release we gave so many precious lives? “() they are only‘niggers,’” you say. Yes “niggers” with votes and souls and hearts. Tis the little worm of ignorance that will eat our vitals out, A government like ours is the worst in the world to trust to a vicious and degraded people. In a republic ignorance is a crime. The Greeks were wise. They bad learning, art, and culture of tbe highest order. Who has not read with keenest interest and endless delight their beautiful mythology? As our eyes scan tin pages, we seem to see in reality, Eos, child of the Dawn, rise, golden-fingered, golden-throned, at the appointed hour from Ocean’s bed, flushing by her smiles, the eastern sky to a rosy hue. And Helios, our sun-god, awakening from his gorgeous palace in the east and making ready for his journey through the skies. See, from dewy pastures in tin infinite meadows of heaven, he calls

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Q orA. Once, in the city of Boston, there lived a lady who kept in her library all the magazines and fashion plates she could get, so that she might be able to notice the change in fashions from time to time. After a while she observed that the newest fashions were but old ones brought hack again. Tis not only so with fashions, for we are all well aware of the fact that history repeats itself. The world is like a pendulum. In our age it swings far out, only to gradually return. We ever act upon impulse, and usually from one extreme to the other. Even Nature does her work over and over again. Plants, growing, absorb and decompose the carbonic acid in the air, and thereby store up energy derived from the heat and light of the sun. They decay, are buried, or eaten by animals, and exactly the same amount of energy is liberated or changed from potential to kinetic; and the same amount of carbon dioxide is restored to the air. Animals, in feeding on plants, transform the energy of sunlight into the energy of vitality. 'l'hus the seer, With vision clear, Sees forms appear and disappear, In the perpetual round of strange, Mysterious change. From birth to death, from death to birth, From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth, Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before, Unto his wondering eyes reveal The universe an unmeasurable wheel Turning forever more In the rapid and rushing river of Time.” So let it be with our religion. This is an age when the pendulum has swung far out. Let it return. What we want is the old brought back with its original purity and goodness Tis natural for people to worship. The ancients knew not God. so they set up hideous blocks of wood and stone. When these