Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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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.

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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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THE MILESTONE. 23 We do not know that she ever had any mishaps, but we are safe in saying that she has probably fallen in the creek a few times. She never lived any place other than near Middletown until she came west, although she attended the Middletown Academy for three years, staying in the city all the week except Saturday and Sunday. Sbe came here to reside in June, ’87. and started to school early in the next September, and as one of the girls put it in at the time, “Ella took her under her wing at once.” She entered the Middle class and has ever since kept along with the class, or what is left of it. When the school was practicing for the Whittier exercises she and another of our high school girls went down upon the south steps of the old Lincoln building to try their productions. Nowt it happened that a small boy across the street owned a pair of goats. These goats were in the habit of wandering about the school-grounds. When the girls came down the goats became interested in what was to happen and stopped to see. The one girl got through with her production all right and the goat listened attentively. When our heroine began to speak the goat did not seem to mind her much until she reached a climax. This was more than the poor little goat could stand. He just shut his eyes and fell over flat upon the ground. We do not know what was the cause of this, but he must have been wholly overcome with the force of the reasoning. Her favorite tree is an evergreen. Her favorite saying is, “I am going out to look at the farm.” A conundrum in the class is: “What is Clara’s favorite bread?” There is a great secret behind thisquestion if you w ill find it out. The second and last person with whom our history deals is the only male representative of the class. He w7as born in Col eta, Whiteside county, Illinois. Once upon a time he accompanied his grandfather while that gentleman went after the cows. By some unknown mischance he became separated from his grandparent and lost. As soon as he became aware of the alarming state of affairs he at once resorted to that good old remedy that small folks have for every-