University of Nebraska Omaha - Tomahawk / Gateway Yearbook (Omaha, NE)

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GATEWAY Then came the Junior Hop, and great was the fun thereof. This was followed by the Junior party, which, as usual, was very individualistic. When the far- stretching fields of daffodils were rhythmically tossing their heads in the whispering breeze, we chose Peg Powell from our little band to pay homage to our Queen. The path seemed to be growing much narrower and duties were far more numerous ; but as we took this last great step into the Senior class, we saw the clouds rolling by, and, there in the glorious sunshine, towered that ever- longed-for mountain top. A new year came. Although many things had changed, and we were, at last, dignified Seniors, still our roving natures clung to us. Again, Indian-like, we blazed a trail through those peaceful, echoing woods. Somehow we were divided; and, A house divided against itself cannot stand. The account of those on the outskirts will be given elsewhere. Those who kept in touch with the rations, stood by the blazing, crackling fire in the crisp autumn air, and their happy faces beamed with the radiant glow of the fire. How delicious were those bursting weinies, and fluffy marshmallows, which made necessary the gasoline finger bowl. Nevertheless, we still loved one another for we later were reunited around a beautiful table, where we read a peculiar menu, ordered strange things, and, sad to say, acted eventually a little oriental. Again, when apple bows hung white above and the silvery moon winked a shy old eye, we made haste to the dwelling place of elves and fairies. After feasting on food as sweet as nectar, we sang to the harps of the fairies. When we came back to this world the faculty gave us a most delightful reception. Last, but not least, I must remind you of the time the fairies helped us make such beautiful dainty dresses for the girls of the school. Then in each little slipper the fairies placed some wings, so that the girls could dance when all was in readiness. On a snow- white pole they tacked ribbons colored by the rainbow, and in the little baskets from fairyland they placed sweet flowers kissed by the dew. Then they helped us choose a beautiful Queen, Lucille Kendall, and made for her a lovely crown. However, the fairies slipped away before we crowned her Queen of the May, and, alas, it grew dark and gloomy. The thunder roared and the lightning flashed. We made haste to call back the little fairyland folk, and they hid in the pretty baskets, to help us bring sunshine into the hearts of others and to forget the storm without. We feared this would be our last time to dance in fairyland, but we are n ow confident that they will go out into the world with us and help us bring joy and happiness everywhere, so all the world will be brighter and sunnier where we are. 19 2 0 Twenty-six

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utfctfXtfffSSi GATEWAY CI MARGUERITE CARNAL, Vice-President MILDRED BUZZA Treasurer HENRY EDSTROM President 1ZMA TUCKER Secretary JAMES WALLS Sergeant-at-Arms The Junior Class, though small, has kept up with the other classes of the University in action and spirit. The first year deprived the class of some of its best members through military conditions, but this only served as an in- centive to the rest of the class. When the class took upon itself the high and mighty honor of Sophomores, the other classes had to acknowledge the gre atness of the class of ' 21. To start the social life of the year, the class carried out the old custom of Sophomores, by giving the annual Hallowe ' en party. The telegrams from noted people made this party one long remembered. The second year was one not easily forgotten. This year the class has acquired more dignity, perhaps because of the knowledge accumulated in the three years of University life, or possibly because of the more serious future seen just ahead — the height of University life— that of being Seniors. However, good times had their place. The class gave several parties. A deed, long to be remembered, was the presentation of the new drop curtain for the stage. As the class finishes its Junior year, many glances are cast backward at the good times of the three years of University life, but even more are sent forward toward the coming year, when this class will do its best to uphold the best traditions of Seniors in the University. Twenty-eight