Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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Every one likes to know “how folks look,” so we feel confident that a description of this very remarkable class will be acceptable. Our modesty—for we are a modest as well as progressive class, forbids our enlarging to any great extent upon our personal charms, however numerous and varied they may be. There are only five of us and the characteristics are so peculiar and striking that one can not fail to recognize each image as it appears. Reflection I. Though rather misty, may yet be distinguished. The night we sought her destiny among the stars was rather dark. Jupiter was on the rampage and Venus tagged him around so,thatit was almost impossible to cast her horoscope at all. From all we could make out, her life will be a stormy and eventful one, if she ever succeeds in getting married. She has a bewitching dimple under her left eye; but gaze into the orl above it! Then her form is something marvelous, nothing in the class can equal it. She is very energetic and we do not doubt but that she would make an excellent old maid school ma’am. She has had some experience in that line and comes most highly recommended. She is the most modest of this most modest class, and never speaks unless spoken to. Indeed silence is golden. Reflection II. is that of a decided, determined little miss. We for a time entertained the hope that she might some day stand in Susan B. Anthony’s shoes, but our hopes have been rudely dashed to the ground, for Susan’s shoes would never fit her. We will not tell the size she wears, for, while we are modest we are also generous, and not at all willing to wound, to hurt each others feelings. Eyes and hair of auburn hue, has she. Well, we are not quite cer-

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2K. on It ins. but if you ever find a hard row to hot , whistle. histling and hoeing always go well together when the hoe keeps time with the whistle. ' (Messmates: We find our motto only too true, “not perfected, hut begun.” Let us go forward with a determination to perfect ourselves “more and more unto the perfect day. 'i esterday we were one, a class of fellow-workers. Tonight we meet to sever the bonds that have grown more pleasant and stronger day by day tor years. Tomorrow we are five—already entering upon tin study of our second and more difficult lesson. No more can we come to each others rescue when stranded: our little fleet separates, ami each must breast alone the breakers, avoid with (iods help the reefs, and battle with the storm. Heretofore we have been paddling about in a sheltered port, our little boats having only to contend with the wavelets and the harmless sea-weeds on the bay e shall often look back with pleasure, as enchantment is lent to the view of the beautiful harbor we have left in the distance, and wish that we might recall our brightest, our happiest, our school days. V hile I bid you all good bve as classmates it is with the hope that our paths may not be too widely divergent, and that we may often find ourselves within trumpet call of one another. Instructors and fellow schoolmates, as we part from you we wish you all an affectionate farewell. Fred W. Leavitt.

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HO. tain about the eyes, but it sounds better to mention the eyes and hair together that way. We couldn’t decide upon the shape of her nose. It would have been Roman and quite aristocratic if she hadn’t fallen against the edge of the water bucket when she was a little girl. But its deficiencies are quite lost when we contemplate the beautiful curve of her upper lip. And her brow—it is simply per- feet! That helps her nose out too In fact, perhaps you had better skip her nose altogether. Don’t look at her bangs yet either. She has just cut them and you know-bangs are bound to look rather “ratty” just after they are cut. It doesn’t take them long to develop their former proper curves, however, so you needn’t wait long. Meanwhile observe the alabaster temples beneath them. Our looking glass is rather small, only large enough for the reflection of a face, therefore, peruse the next image. Reflation III. Is easily recognized. Her punky nose and brin-dle eyes proclaim her Deucher lineage. She tells us in all confidence, that when she was quite a child she had a great propensity for telling exaggerated truths, and meandering from the paternal roof to all sorts of improbable and impossible places. Strange to say she has never outgrown these striking characteristics. She is very ambitious and has already made an engagement to accompany “our actress,” as pianist and scene painter on her starring tour through the metropolitan cities of the United States. Her efforts and effects are something wonderful to behold. Nothing can equal it. Ihe accompanying illustrations are her latest. She is an inveterate punster and a riddle fiend. Her favorite question is “Why is a woman like a wheelbarrow’?” NV e have had the answer indelibly impressed upon our minds—“Because neither can climb a tree.” This answer will