Palmer High School - Palmerite Yearbook (Palmer, NE)

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enior Poetsga THE LOVE OF A SHEPHERD His love aboundeth in mercy and grace, Which shines in radiance from his face, This is the Shepherd who guards His sheep While they are peacefully at sleep. Oh, who is this Shepherd so kind and true, Whose love and mercy doeth shew In His tender guarding o'er the lost ones so dear Who have wandered away and are lost in fear. Will the Shepherd bring them back to the fold, Or will He let them go straying on in the cold. Never again to know the care Of a. Master so true and rare. No, he will go in the coldest night to find his sheep And bring them back to a warm place to sleep, For He loves His sheep in a tender Wav, And I-le will watch o'er them, night and day. Back to their Master When His call they hear, Away from the rough and rugged rock And back to the sheltered flock. So they will not Wander again so far, For of danger they are aware. Yes, in the flock they will stay, And never again wander so far away. -Vivian Newlon FLOWERS With the first warm days of summer The flowers begin to rise, From their warm home in deep slumber Toward the blue and cloudless skies. Then as summer marches forward The flowers grow large and strong. Caused by the rain and sun they horded. Thus the flowers continue on. Through the remainder of the summer Some grow large, and others die. Some are killed by every comer, Others picked by passers by. Through all its long and tireless days, These flowers fought with strength and might, As their protection from life's ways Through every day, every night. As a flower has no protection It can only strive and do its best. To reach the height of its perfection. And let nature do the rest. Then in dying days of summer, The seeds and petals fall To their homes, and then to slumber Waiting for another summer's call. -Carl 85 Clyde THE LOST LOVER Remember the good old times we had together, When we went driving on Saturday night! At first I thought you an awful cad, And all that we did was fight. I can faintly remember the last words you said As we parted, lingering near the doorg Something was whirling so fast in my head Then you were gone, I saw you no more. I thought you were quite an attraction Although I never told you. But I'm sure you could tell by my reaction That I wasn't feeling blue. I never realized you were leaving for good, It seemed like merely a temporary goodbye For I just didn't see how you could Even though you might try. I thought you wanted to play a game And I was willing to act my part. Me? Why I yas just another dame, But somehow you broke my heart. With your gay, laughing eyes, And attractive, yet heart-stealing smile, I listened to your heart-throbbing lies, Knowing it would end in a little while. ' Darling I can't believe you're dead, I can't believe that you're gone. Although that's what they said, I'm sure they must be wrong. Oh please tell me they've made a mistake That you're alive and still my own For in my heart there's an awful ache For somehow-I feel sad and alone. -Beulah Clarke PALM RITE T0 BETTY GRAY Come into my arms, my Betty dear, For tis' like heaven to have you near The birds in the trees are filled with joyous song, But when you're away, the whole world is wrong. The sky grows dark, and the day is dreary, My joy is gone and my heart is weary. To me your dark eyes seem like glowing coals Which have seared the depths of many souls. Your shining hair is like the raven's crest, Which has put many a knight to his bold test, To me your voice is like a cool refreshing stream And it has sought its way into my every dream. Your ruby lips haunt me night and day: They follow me from London to Cathay. I IOVG YOUI' gay and light-hearted laughter, I hear it now and forever after. Your carefree and happy manner EXIJounds You like a medieval castle's banner, Your light caress is like the breath of spring And has won the heart of many a noble king. To finish this poem in greatest detail, l'll give you the name of this loving male His name to you is Milton Dale Suck, And I'm sure you can find it in any good telephone book -Robert Taylor Milton Suck And now that this poem has been ended A fact I will relate. The reason the poem is so crazy Is Bob's way to alleviate-! Bob: Do you like codfish balls? Marion: I dunno, I never attended one.

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Poetry - Essay AMERICA America is my native land, On whose firm soil I stand, A great and mighty nation, The best of all in my estimation. America the home of the brave and free, Free from foreign rule and tyranny, Over which the flag of Freed-om flies, Always seen in the azure skies. America, the pious land, With whom 'God walks hand in hand Where our forefathers fought, Now peace is sought. America, this great Democracy Shall forever be, It will go on forever, Ceasing never! -Louis Rt Le1'oy. Friendly Sunshine You come up a ball of fire And you go to rest the same A daily friend you never tire But day by day you play your game. You give warmth to a cold earth You give light to a dark old world Without you there is no mirth In laughter no lips are curled. No bud becomes a flower No smile becomes a laugh But if you're here an hour The task becomes just half. A kind friend and a true one You bring joy to many a heart Cheerfully your daily work is done And loft behind when'er you part. Wending your way westward You slowly vanish from sight You, who from the eastward Chased away the night. When you sink in your crimson bed Far across the horizon In prayer you bow your head Before you journey on. --Lorene Whited and Onilee Winchell VERY MUCH TOO MUCH Too many highways, too many cars, Too many people, behind the bars, Too much poverty, tco much wealth, Too many people, in ill-health. Too much politics, too much booze, Too many hats and high heeled shoes, T00 ITIHHY Spending their dough on gas Too much talk of Europe's sass. Too many living beyond their means, Too many buying canned corn SL 'beans Too many buying goods on time, Too many people without a dime. Too much ball, too much play, Too many politicians not earning their pay. Too many taxes, too much spent Too many folks spend every cent. Teo many teachers, too much school, Too much breach of the Golden Rule. Too many poets, too much prose, But NEVER enough silk for women's hose. -John Golden -Christian Burkhardt AN ESSAY ON ILLNESS There comes a tilne in every per- son's life when they must experience a very serious illness or when their very rlear loved ones fall close to the clutches of death. Some are too imntature to realize the seriousness of this terrible thing known as dis- ease which eventually takes its claim to every human being. To the happy carefree and careless type of person, illness strikes hard the first time, when one of their parents or loved ones fall seriously ill, they awaken with a start. They begin to realize for the first time in their overcrowded life the real value of their friends and associates. Per- haps ycu think that you realize and fully appreciate the loved one close to you, but it can never fully be ex- perienced until you realize that one of them is about to be taken from your midst. When the customary surroundings which you are accustomed to are sud- denly taken away, you 'begin to real- ize just how important a position they held in your life, although you may not have even taken time to recognize them previous to this. The surroundings which you place yourself in play an important role in your life, especially if they are pleas- ant. The privileges which you now 'PAI:- nrr: enjoy may never even be thought of, but taken for granted. When even some of the smallest ones are takey from you, their importance suddenly looms before you. Only a person who has had some of the privileges of life suddenly and perhaps unexpected- ly snatched from him, is the person who thinks back on the days when he took these privileges as a part of his every day life. A good example would he a person who suddenly found that he was go- ing to loose his eye sight. Not until he had been plnng'd into his own private and dark worl'l. where the sun never rose, did he ap- preciate the glorious sunrise and svn- set, the clear blue sky, and the wood- ed hills. Still another example. per- haps less drastic, is the person wlro accidently looses the use of his legs in an auto occident or because of the disease, infantile paralysis. He can still move around by use of a w eel chair, but he leaalizes the privileges of walking which he had so unthink- ingly taken as his heredity. Every person must at sometime come to a stand still by some means whether it be illness or accident, ard realize the great expanse of pfivil- eges which he so freely uses without thought of value. This understanding is a course in the school of hard knocks which every preson must pass through. If you receive your education early, ycu are lucky and may consider yourself well versed in the disasters of life. -Robert Taylor Ever Heard 'Em? Said the boots to the cowboy: You ride, I'll go on foot. The big rose to the little one. Hi, bud. One light to another: Let's go out together. One ear to another: Funny we haven't met. We live on the same block. The hat to the hat-rack: You stay here, I'll go on a head. One hand said to the other hand when they met at twelve: Ah! This moment together.

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Juniors an ns.. Nfl JUNIOR CLASS Second Rowz- Lucille Robinson, Wayne Place, Everett Scott, Buren Brown, Bill 0'Hare, Bill Greenway, Donald Whited, Blarbara Power. First Rowt- Maxine Anderson, Gwendolyn Rice, Joe O'Hare., Miss Kutcher, -111119 Forbes, Roy Walling, Laura Christensen, Clarence Hodge. CLASS OFFICERS June Forbes .. ......... President Joe O'Hare ....... Vice President Roy Walling . . .. . Secretary-Treasurer Miss Kutcher .. ........., Sponsor This year, since we had already attended high school two years, we tried to set examples for our lower classmates. It is quite indefinite as to whether we succeeded OI' DOL First, we enjoyed a Wiener roast accompanied by the Sophomore class. Next we had a picnic at the river. Our program was rather full so we never found time for the rest of our allotted parties. The Junior Play which was given December eleventh and thirteenth, proved to be two of the most exciting nights we had as yet experienced. It was entitled, Don't Darken My Door. This year the Juniors decided to go to Grand Island for skip Day- April found us busy working on the Junior-Senior Banquet. We tried to make the Seniors feel they were in Hawaii. We had lots of tun together planning the banquet and decorating the church.