Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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THE MILESTONE. 21 tinge of sadness at such a time as this. The hour has come - to sever the bond of union between us. We go out from school into new and untried lines of work. When the bell rings in the fall you will take your accustomed places and go on until you stand where we stand to-night. The hours spent together have been very pleasant. We will cherish the affection which has grown up between us during our school days. We trust that our paths in life may bring us often together. With a perfect trust in a higher power than our own let us enter upon the struggles of life fully determined to lose no opportunity for advancement, remembering that “Energy brings success.” “We meet at one gate When all's over. The ways they are many and wide. And aetdom are two way the same. Side by eide May we stand at the name little door when all’s done! The ways they are many, the end it is one. He that knocketh shall enter; who asks shall obtain; And who seeketh, hefindeth.”

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20 T1IE MILESTONE. Low that we might once have waved By a single word! Thoughts conceived, bnt never | en'd. Perishing unheard. Take the proverb to thine heart. Take, Oh, hold it fast! The mill will never grind With the water that has passed.’' VALEDICTORY. We have now passed one milestone on our journey of life. It has been a very short and pleasant journey thus far for most of us. We have tried to profit by our opportunities and trust that the ground work of our education has been well laid. We are just stepping over tbfe threshold of our school life and are about to bid farewell to the pleasant school days of the past. We now enter into life’s school which is always in session. May we all be more faithful in the future than the best of us have been in the past. Before we separate as a class and enter the world to battle for place and honor we wish to publicly express our gratitude to the citizens of Norfolk for their kindly interest in our school work. We thank them and say farewell. To the School Board who have given so much time and earnest work, that we might have such a beautiful new High School building, we return our thanks. You have fostered this noble institution of learning in our community which we shall always be proud to remember as our Alma Mater. For your care, aid and interest we are thankful, being honored by it. To you we say farewell. To you. kind teachers, we also must say farewell. We realize how patiently, how faithfully and how devotedly each of you have labored for our advancement. Many times your patience has been tried and your burdens been increased by reason of our neglect of duty. We now sincerely ask your forgiveness, trusting that we may always show to the world the benefit of your instructions and example. We earnestly thank you for the many kindnesses we have received at your hands, and to you we say farewell. Farewell, schoolmates! Farewell! There is always a

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©I 55 Wi5‘orV- John B. Barnes, Jr. The class of 91 has much renown among us. It has been noted more for its literary talent than for any other. For example, upon one occasion when one member was called upon for a quotation from Emerson, her intention must have been to give the following: ‘-Nothing is so simple as greatness, indeed; to be simple is to be great.” This is the way she put it: “To be great is to he simple.” But this member does not seem to be the only one with this remarkable trait. Upon another time when the class were committing “Gray’s Elegy” the only boy boldly stated the stanza beginning, “The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,” like this, “The pomp of heraldry, the boast of power.” For such exhibitions of talent as these, and because some one who is good authority has said that the Seniors were ready for graduation in note-writing, it was thought appropriate to give a brief history of the class, or rather a history of each individual member. The first person whose history we shall give is the only female representative in the class. She was born on a farm about four miles from Middle-town, Orange county, New York. At five years of age she started to school at Maple Dale, where she attended until she was thirteen. We were told that she was a good girl and never received a whipping. We were unable to ascertain anything about her early school life, but we can imagine a young girl going to school with a dinner pail in one hand, a lot of hooks in the other and a sorry downcast expression upon her face because,—hut she said—well no matter what she said.