Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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THE MILESTONE. springs forward, drugging at her clothes, and cries out, in agony: “No, mother, not you, hut me!” Then the King shouts: “No, let it he me: pray me! That was one of the world's grandest nights; each struggling to die for the other. And that is what is needed to cure the world's woe and wipe out its dreadful curse—a glorious rivalry of disinterested service. It is this which makes life beautiful.

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ft TJ1K MILUSTOKU. lieauliful they must be useful. There is no uglier thing in life than selfishness, anil nothing which so spoils the Is'auty of a human soul. It is this which is the bane of all our good things, the thought ami the determination to have everything for ourselves, time, strength, skill, money and pleasure. It wasthis spirit that Jesus came to destroy, and to put within us another spirit, even his own spirit of generosity and love, which will make us willing to think and work and live and die for the good of others. Here is a lovely story told of what happened in a heathen country when Jesus was not known, and his gospel never preached; hut when this spirit of disinterested love dwelt, and made people kind—l eautifully kind, to each other. It was in one of the temples where men ignorantly prayeil to a t«od who they believed caused all the uneasiness of their life, sent blights on their corn, and plagues on their cattle, who witheld the rain and made people to die of thirst and famine. The idea of God was that he was angry and cruel, and His priests were like Him, standing in His temple with their kni es in their hands to slay lives to please Him. He might he made kind, they thought, and look down propitiously if they offered on the altar the life most dearly loved among the people. And so the King and Queen came to the temple, bringing their child, a beautiful maiden with them, and the priests stood ready for sacritice and prayers. The church and the land was full of plague-stricken-people, and the fields were all burned up, the streams dried and the earth a ruin. The curse of the mighty God was upon them, and must be appeased by sacrifice. So the priests turn to the King to ask him which he loves best; of that they willmake a sacrifice to their God. 'I hey will not let the King die; too much depends on him. but his wife or hi daughter, which he loves best. He says he loves his child the best, and so the priests seize his daughter; but while bringing her to the alter, the wife breaks in—“It is not true!” entreatingly putting her hands on the priest s arm. “He loves me the best,” she pleads, thankful that it is so, for she would save her child. The priest looked into the King's pale face to see if the Queen had said right. The King turns deadly pale. They see that the woman is right; it is the wife that he loves most. As she thrusts herself forward to lay herself down upon the altar, wretched to leave them both, yet glad to save her child; her child

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 f LUMNi Corner. SALUTATORY FROM THE CLASS OF 89. T r YEAR lias passed since onr graduation ami again tin class t 9 • t l its friends through the classical columns of the Mm.kstonk. When wo left our nhnn mater twelve short months ago, never again ♦ » enter her pleasant halls as students ami fellow pupils, we left her only to enter an Older, and stricter school, the school of the World, to be disciplined by those hard, cruel master?, Time and Experience. Thus far they have deal with us but gently. Our paths have not lain widely divergent and the -iron rod” of duty has only kept us from straying into fields of idleness. We are still privileged to meet occasionally as a class to recall and enjoy Memory's pictures of the happy past. To pass once more through onr various experiences, sublime and ridiculous, to once more discuss the merits of onr Professor and agree nnuni imously that ours was the jollies class that ever graduated, and that our school and our teachers were the finest that ever existed. Perhaps, at least we hope so. you would like to know what has become of this remarkable class, what we have been doing or if anything wonderful has happened to any of us? To the first, we are all still living and enjoying most excellent health and spirits. To the second two only have gone abroad to continue their studies in higher schools, two more are teachers in the halls they so lately left, and the fifth is in her home nursing her “budding genius Strange to say nothing wonderful has happened to am of ns et. quite sure, however, that we will all be famous some day. The promise we made last year shall be faithfully kept and in the glorious years of manhood and womanhood to come we fully expect to do something grand and good and noble, something that shall send onr names pealing down the ages to come in a glad, resounding chime. To the class of '90, so soon to join the ranks of the yet youthful alumini,