Palmer High School - Palmerite Yearbook (Palmer, NE)

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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.

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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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ulklfllbi' slabs By Elma Burton SEPTEMBER 11, 1941 The junior class elected officerr for the coming year: President. June Forbes Vice-President, Joe O'Hare Secretary-Treas., Roy Walling Sponsor, Miss Kutcher. In English we have -been studying literature of the Revolutionary and Pioneer periods. OCTOBER 9, 1941 In shorthand we are studying over brief forms in preparation for our six weeks exam. In Typing class we are learning how to center. We are also reviewing the parts of the machine. In American Literature we are still reading books outside of class, and using our text books in class. Last week we wrote poems. The best ones are to be printed in the Palmerite. OCTOBER 16, 1941 ln Shorthand class we are learn- ing how to make words in past tense. We are also studying new brief forms. ln English we are studying poems by Longfellow and Lowell. In Junior Typing we have begun this week to take our assignments by the week. They are to be handed in on Friday or -be counted late. OCTOBER 24, 1941 In American Literature we are reading poems by Walt Whitman. Later this week we will read poems by Eugene Field. In Shorthand we are reviewing s's and trying to write paragraphs at a' greater rate of speed. This week in typing class we have to have our whole week's assignment in fby Wednesday. OCTOBER 30. 1941 In English class we are reviewing poems by Bayard Taylor, Richard Stoddard and Lanier. Later this week we will study Eugene Field'-.3 poems and the essays by Emerson. In shorthand class We are taking up the study of how to make o's. NOVEMBER 6.1941 In Typing class we have taken our first speed tests. Some of them were one minute and others were three minutes in length. The high- est scores on the first test are as follows: Laura Christensen 31 words Gwen Rice 30 words, and Joe O'- Hare, 23 words. In American Literature we are studying formal and informal essays. and we are also writing informal es- says. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY The sky, in times of storm, is dark And dull, 'tis wrought of leadg A chilling wind howls fiercely, The heavens rage, -far overhead. The earth is very dark and gloomy, 'Tis heeding God's commandg Waves roll up and beat the shore, Lightning flashes o'er His land! The sky repents! 'Tis azure blue, Fleecy clouds float here and thereg The sun throws off its golden light, Peace and contentment are every- where. Night has fallen. The heavens sparkle With diamonds- heirlooms precious and oldg The stars twinkle brightly in such a night. The moon streams down in beams of gold. The heart, in time of storm, is dark, For love there is not roomg It's very tense and very sharpg It sheds but darkness and gloom. The heart, likewise, in time of calm Repents, and sheds its love, Reflecting the hand of the Great Creator, It beams an image of God above, --Evelyn Newman NOVEMBER 20, 1941 In typing the scores for last week were as follows: Laura Christensen, 25 words per minute, Roy Walling 22 words per minute, Clarence Hodge, 21 words per minute. In American literature class we have been studying the essay, My Garden Acquaintancesn by Lowell. We have just finished reading the essay, Self-Reliance by Emerson The class found this essay rather difficult to understand. In shorthand we have been study- ing the 'th' joinings. prefixes and suffixes, such as con, com, coun,dog, ly, ily, ally. We are also studying the phrasing principals of the words used more frequently. PALM :mrs NOVFMBER 27,1941 In Shorthand class we have been studying the oo words. quite easy to write. In English class we are completing the study of essays. Our next as- signment is to write an informal es- say better than the ones we wrote -be- fore we studied essays. In Typing we are having one long assignment for the 21,9 days this week and all of next week. The Juniors are really glad that six weeks exams are over and they can settle down to the regular rou- tine again. The Junior class has started selling hot-dogs at the football games. They were quite successful last Friday night as hot dogs taste very good on a cold night. We also wish to as- sure everyone that they were not gyped because the buns were es- pecially large and they were butter- ed. There were also two weiners in each bun. That sounds like a dimes worth to me, doesn't it to you? They are DECEMBER 4,1941 In Shorthand class we are study- ing how to rrake the w. We find that it is more difficult to make than the other letters we have studied. In t, ping class we are finishing our last week's assignment. In American literature class we are beginning the study of the novel. We are now studying Mark Twain's writings. DECEMBER 11, 1941 In the speed test last week the scores were as follows: Joe O'Hare 27 Words per minute: Lucille Robin- son 27 words per minuteg Bill Green- way 25 words per minute: and Roy Walling 25 words per minute, This week we are going to write a story in shorthand, and then trans- cribe it next week. JANUARY 1, 1942 In Shorthand class we transcribed the Christmas story. Now we are writing sentences in shorthand. In American Literature we have been taking spelling tests. We also have had outside reading. The typing speed test scores were as follows: June Forbes, 31 words per minuteg Bill Greenway, 30 word per minuteg Gwen Rice, 29 words per minute,