MAY 28,
1963
NEO-D-KAN PAGE
THREE
Donna
Fuller Undecided
Mike Gidney Pittsburg
David Glynn ICC
Phil Griffith Washburn
Sara Griffith Attend K. U.
Sam Hare
ICC,
James Head
Army Reserves, then college
Susie Henderson Work
Lavonne Hicks Nurses' Training at Mt. Carmel
Danny Hoobler Pittsburg
Gary Martin Pittsburg
Elizabeth Hull Work
Charlotte LaBarr Work'
Vincent Meigs Loaf
around
Diana Osburn
ICC
Orlo Paget
K-State
Bobby Perry Work then college
Dean Piatt
Army
Katy Pierce
Beauty School
Arthur Pratt
Work
Geneva Reed
Work at Stevie Togs
Sue Reed
ICC
Marsha Reynolds
K-State
Rita Riggs
College, then marriage
Patsy, Shepherd
Washburn
Pauline Shultz College
Wilma Sloniker
Work
Mike Smalley College
Sharen Smith
Wichita University
Terry Steele
Going to California
Mary Anne Stevenson
Baker University
Kent Sutherland
College
Max Sweeney College and football
David Vandaveer ICC
Jerie Watson
Business school at Tulsa
Allen Zadorozny GET RICH
WITH NATURE
As the sun slid nearer the western horizon, I
made my way up the steep road to the hill. The trees and bushes were alive with
color, for it was fall. Civilization was forgotten and left behind as I entered
between the trees. The shade, broken only by an occasional sun spot, offered a
welcome coolness.
The snapping of a twig under my
foot sent a young rabbit scurrying for cover, and a couple of sparrows, perched
overhead, took flight.
The browns, yellows, greens and
reds of the many trees against the bright blue of the sky reminded me of a paint box, so carefully, yet
haphazardly, arranged.
As I advanced upward, the trees
began to thin and finally became separated. The clear sky overhead began to
tell time, for the sun sank
lower into the western sky. The air came to life and
softly stirred the leaves of the trees, bushes and grasses. A coolness swept over
the crest of the hill, and the sky grew red-orange.
I stood and absorbed the nature
around me, for I could get away to this life very seldom. I watched the playful
darting of a pair of sparrows after each other and envied them. I watched the
lazy rustling of the leaves and envied them. I watched for minutes, though it
seemed like hours, the changing of the magnificent sky and envied it. These
simple things of nature made life seem so great. Why must our modern lives be
so complex?
The sun slid slowly behind the
distant hills, as I advanced to the very top of mine, to catch another glimpse. Then it was gone and I had
to turn toward home. But before leaving, I stopped for a final. glance at life‑life
forgotten to most people, with the hustle ‑and bustle of modern living.
The scattered trees sang softly
as I hurried by, but as the trees became thicker, the soft song became louder.
The chirp, of the forest insects added the percussion to the string instruments
of the forest, and I felt relaxed.
The sky grew darker and I slowed
my pace, for I knew that the
roar of civilization was very near. Just then a plane flew overhead, and I
hated it for bringing civilization back to me so quickly.
Seconds later I emerged from the trees onto the road. I descended the steep road and was again in the hustle and bustle of our modern life, again withheld from nature.
-Marsha Reynolds
AS WE LEAVE
As we leave the halls of
N.H.S., we have a feeling of humbleness in
our hearts. It is a feeling of deep gratitude filled with many mixed emotions.
Ever, since the seventh grade, when we looked up to the big seniors, we have
looked forward to the day when we could stand before you and present the
"Big Blue" of 1963.
We realize that in a few years we
will be just the class of '63 to many, but we hope that somewhere along the
line someone will remember us in some respect.
So now, as a group for the last time, we say to you students, "Good-bye." Take good care of the mighty tradition of of N.H.S. and hold your heads high every time you see the "mighty Blue," because it will be gone before you know it.
-Kent Sutherland
WINTER COMETH
A gentle breeze stirs in the trees; the last falling leaf joins the blanket of orange, red, and yellow on the ground. The tree's bare branches warn of the approaching malady. The fading cries of the birds winging south'ward drift into oblivion. Chattering squirrels scurry into their cozy nests high in the trees where they become silent, exhausted by their now completed preparations. The velocity of the wind increases; the fallen leaves begin to rustle. The bleak skeletons of trees, begin to shiver as a gusty chill creeps over them. The wind becomes a gale; the trees bend; the leaves are sent into mystic swirling patterns. The sky becomes overcast with murky clouds, making the day dark and gloomy. One soft, fluffy flake of snow falls carelessly to the ground, but turns into a drop of water. Another follows, then another, but each melts away. At last a trace of white over the colorful blanket of leaves can be detected. As the flakes increase in size and quantity, the cold earth. takes on the purity of snow. The warmth and colorful beauty has given way to the cold and icy beauty of winter.
-Sara Griffith
TEACHERS LEAVING.
Neodesha is unfortunate to have
three NHS teachers
who will be leaving at the end of the '63 school year. 'They are Mr. Don
German, Mrs. Marian German, and Mr. Leon Watson.
Mr. German is moving to Eureka where he will
be teaching citizenship, physical education, and algebra. He will also be the
Athletic Director and the Physical Fitness Director of the Eureka school
system. His main interest, however, will probably lie in coaching, where he
will serve as head football and track coach and assistant
basketball coach.
Mrs. German, who has taught Jr.
High English this past year at NHS, will be teaching five classes of
sophomore and junior English at Eureka.
Mr. Watson, who has taught
Spanish and American history at Neodesha the past four years, will be moving to
Putnam City, Oklahoma. His class schedule will include five classes of high
school Spanish.
On behalf of the students and faculty of NHS, I would like to personally wish these teachers the best of luck next year at their new locations.
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