Rushford High School - Valley Legend Yearbook (Rushford, MN)

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We wish to pay tribute to the young men of our community who are a part of the Armed Forces of the United States and as such aro devoting their energies to a cause that we hold dear. They are carrying on the afar fight for the preservation of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for which men have fought and died in many lands. They are defending not only American liberties but those rights which democratic people believe to be fundamental to the highest typo of political, economic, and spiritual development of man and nation. To the local men who are now in tho armed service of their country, to those who will be, and to Joseph M, Johnson, Class of 1939, who gave his life for his country at Pearl Harbor, we, the Class of 1942, proudly and reverontly dedicate this. The Valley Legend of 1942. The following local men are in the service! Gynther Anderson, Carl Lyle Anderson, Iver Bakken, Arthur Berge, Robert Bid-well, Alexander Black, John Bollman, Truman Boyum, Paul Blanch-field, Arthur Brunner, Louis Brunner, Robert Burke, Vernon Burke, Karl Byboth, Andrew Byholt, Lester Carlson, Bertram Chilson, Robert Chilson, Milford Colbenson, Paul Colbenson, Hans Dammen, Herbert Dragvold, Elvin Dubbs, William DuMond, Paul DuMond, Larney Engrav, Hollis Erickson, Ernest Eskelson, Lewis Feine, Floyd Fer-den, Sclmor Fossum, Byron Gilbertson, Stanford Gilbertson, Richard Glenna, Carrol Hanson, Belford Hallum, Edward Hallum, Arthur Halvorson, Vernon Hatling, Leland Haugen, Orvin Highlen, Henry Holland, Leonard Holtegard, Bernard Iverson, Edwin Jacobson, Olden Jacobson, Maurice Jahr, Arvid Johnson, Donald Johnson, Jerome Johnson, Robert Johnson, Stanley Johnson, William Jorgens, Otto Julsrud, Luther Kjos, Norman Kopperud, La Verno Lee, Lincoln Mal-min, Arthur Miller, Maurice Moran, Victor Moran, Arthur Nordness, Alfred Oian, Fordine Olson, Lester Olson, Walter Olson, James Otis, Harold Peterson, Wilton Petorson, Henry Quarve, Norman Quarve, Walter Quarve, Earl Radtke, Orley Rasmusson, Robert Reishus, Robert Richardson, Joseph Rislove, Robert Rislove, Theodore Roberton, Ralph Ronnenberg, Elvin Rude, James Rude, Donald St. John, Ruebon Sandsness, Lyle Seabright, Leonard Semmen, Oscar Severtson, Conrad Shipstad, Eldious Shipstead, Bruce Skarstad, Ray Skarstad, Lloyd Sorum, Charles Stephenson, Saldor Swenson, Christian J. Swiggum, Christian L. Swiggum, Palmer Swiggum, Raymond Tesch, Searle Tof-stad, Howard Tommerous, Earnest Tompte, Hillard Torgerson, Henry Tveten, Everot Urness, Theodore Vigness, Oscar Westby, and Alfred Wolfram.

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Forward March. It is the password of the U.S. armed forces. It has heen and still is a slogan of American education. Schools have marched forward to enlarge their programs, to increase enrollments and to enrich the lives of the students. We, who publish the yearbooks, realize that this very publication is a part of that enlarged program. We also attempt to march forward in the publication of The Valley Legend. Each year the senior class attempts to edit a better yearbook than the proceeding class did. The purpose of The Valley Legend is twofold—informational and sentimental. We hope that in the future your thoughts will often turn to the past, and by the pages of this book may you refresh your memories of school days and friends. When this becomes a reality, our yearbook will have become a success. I shall remember then. At twilight tine or in the hush of dawn, Or yet, mayhap, when on a straying wind Tbe scent of lilac comes, or when Some strain of music startles and is gone. Old dreams, old roses, all so far behind. Blossoms and birds and ancient shadow-trees. Whispers at sunset, the low hum of beos. And sheep that graze beneath a summer sun. Will they too come, they who in yester-year Walked the same paths and in the first of Spring, And shall I hoar Their distant voices murmuring? I shall remember then When youth is done. With the din years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends, And why they seem so very far away— Old dreams, old roses...and old friends. Thomas S. Jones, Jr

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 Thank God for America! All of us, at one time or another have failed to realize the full moaning of those words. We hnve taken our country and all of its privileges for granted. We have failed to see how much superior our country is when compared with other nations. We have displayed an attitude of indifference and carelessness regarding the greatness and goodness of our homeland. This fault of the American people is not a fundamental principle, hut it is a bad habit, and especially in time of war, it is a habit which we can well afford and must put aside. The war in which we are involved makes us realize more and more that our way of life is being threatened. We can take it for granted no longer. Slowly but surely, we are realizing that the liberties for which mon hnve fought and died, must be defended again if they are to bo preserved to humanity. These liberties spell freedom which in turn is essential to the highest type of political, economic, and social development of any people. The hope of freedom is the spark that burns eternal in the heart of man even though he is a slave. Freedom is so much a part of our life that in the eyes of the world, the words, America and freedom, are synonymous. We, the Class of 1942, as young American citizens and potential defenders of our country, are realizing that we have much for which to be grateful because we live in America. We wish to thank the citizens of this community for their interest in and support of our public school, which with church and home, is the true foundation upon which America stands. We appreciate the fine work of the Board of Education and Superintendent J. T. Hanson in the administration of our school. We hope that you, like our class, are learning more and more to appreciate thi9 country, the land of opportunities . May we all join together in repeating God Bless America . God Bless America, land that I love, Stand beside us, and guide us Through the night with the light from above, From the ocean, to the prairie, To tho mountains, white with snow; God Bless America, my home sweet home. —Irving Berlin