Norman High School - Eagle Yearbook (Norman, AR)

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, ,f r M. 52Q'Q579'Nu f R, Q98 X This year seems hardest of all on us because we are Seniors. Even when we ordered our rings early, they were delayed about two months. Then some were too small and some too large, Nothing goes right for us. Then our pictures, five days late, were corny, silly, ugly and completely lifelike. Words just cou1dn't express our thoughts when we saw them. The weather has been against us, too. Because of losing the week from school when it rained so much, we had to change the date of graduation. Even our boys are scarce. We have only three in our class and Mrs.xBarr wou1dn't let the girls sit by us in English. Again we feel that we have more than ourhshare of bitter memories to carry with us from the ups and downs--but mostly downs of our high school career. When we were Freshmen, we lived in constant fear of every other class in school, but especially of our enemies, the heartless and unfeeling Sophomores. But when we were Sophomores ourselves, and naturally felt that it was our turn, the other classes all united to make us feel that ' We were neither man nor woman: We were neither brute nor human: We were Sophsf 16A

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nun-:vpn -rw, pn. . ,l ,. ,.n-.....nulu1rwn. ., ,. W.. ., ,. .qu-q,. .. . T, ., ,. .,.,,-, ,,,7g,, Texas whom we find to be just one of us. We sponsored a play in March, Our Gal Sa1 , which we thought to be very nice and which was well received by a large and appreciative audience. We were invited to a movie in Hot Springs by the Junior Class, also a banquet by the Juniors, which we enjoyed very much. We wish to extend our sincere gratitude to the lower grades coming up behind us. We have all worked together for what we felt was best. We have strived to learn what little we know today. It has been a long battle, but we can proudly stand and say we have won. This-is a happy, and sad time for all of us, because we can look back and see the happy days we have spent in Norman School. We shall always have sweet memories of the school, classmates, teachers, and our many, many friends. They have been a great help to us through these years. We bid them, each other, and all our many friends behind us, the best of luck--always. ' CLASS GRUNIBLER Robbins Harbour I can't understand why in the world Mr. New selected me to be the Class Grumbler. Maybe you are not aware of the fact, but I'm the most cheerful one in the class. Why couldn't he have chosen Ella? She is always grumbling-- nothing ever pleases her! Why didn't he pick Maxine--she never does smile! Here I go around with my voice raised in cheerful song. If it weren't for me, this old school building would be a dreary place. Folks are going to miss my happy songs when I'm gone. You have probably heard that life is a bed of roses: life may be a bed of roses sometimes and under some conditions, but there's always a thorn on the stem of every flower that is bound to prick hard: life may offer us many a huge doughnut, but there's sure to be a big hole in the center of each one. The one that I get will probable have an especially large hole in it, too. I'm here to tell you that there's a cloud behind every sunbeam. We look dreadfully wise and altogether charming to you tonight. Look us over while we are all spread out here so nicely and harmoniously for your inspection. But if you could just get one peep at us behind the scenes, you might form a quite different opinion from the admiring one you now hold. I believe in speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So you must not look for any whitewashed effects from me. As you know, a Senior is naturally very sensitive. His feelings are easily wounded, Why are the re people so brutally frank about telling him all his faults ? Why can't they talk about someone else? They could, you know, talk about the Sophomores or Freshmen. Those classes are made up of persons who are totally unable to feel anything when people make vicious remarks. Again a Sen- ior is recognized as a creature with lofty and wonderful dignity. Why, oh why, won't people respect it? The Juniors, we are sorry to say, are still unac- quainted with dignity in any form. 15 -s

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,- f ,,. ,.-,rx. . - -. Y .. CLASS EULOGY Mozelle Wats on Friends, teachers, undergraduates, give ear. I come to praise the Seniors, not inter them. The foolish things we do are kept in mind: Our worthwhile deeds, alas, too oft forgot! So be it not with Seniors. Their noble classmates Have told you that they we re ambitious, And so they were--a virture great, indeed-- And nobly did they realize their aim. Here, under leave of all their loving friends, Come I, the Senior Class, to eulogize. They have brought many honors to their school: The spoils of sport, of contest and debate: Their scholarship was high beyond compare. Their records are a wondrous legacy, Which they bequeath to you who follow them. Their every breath was loyal, and their hearts Beat warm and high with love for this, their school Their Alma Mater was a sacred flame On which they poured the incense of their souls. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now, For never more the Senior Class shall shed The radiance of their smiles upon your way: Their brief existence here is past and gone. The wide world beckons them to vict'ries new. And what a loss is ours, my classmates all! There you and I and all of us lose joy And sweet companionship and faithful friends. We must not weep but hide our sadness grave And meditate instead upon their charm. Their intellect, and all their gracious ways. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of misery. They that have gone an inspiration high Have left to us: their memory shall stay And urge us on and up to better things, To climp ambition's height, to grasp the stars And follow humbly in their upward path. They were so fine, so wise, so honorable! No wrong they did, no thought unworthy dreamed, And theirs will be eternal, happy fame. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts, I am no orator, as they all were, But, as you see, a simple student, who Loves well his friends and does them honor here. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech 17