Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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24 H Y A K ing of the Tree, by Laura Stever, and the Spade Speech, by Ethel Levin, and the receiving of the Spade, by Rowine Kellogg. ADDRESS OF WELCOME It is a hearty welcome that the class of 1910 extends to you today. We feel it an honor to take our turn in giving a glad greeting to one and all ; to our dear Bishop, to Miss Fitch and to the faculty whose wise counsel and help have done much to make this year a happy one, to our predecessors who have set us so good an example and to our friends one and all. In our joy there is a glimmer of sadness; as we greet our fellow students, who in the years to come will take our places — when the rain has washed out our footsteps and the class of 1910 has become but a memory. All too swiftly has this, our senior, year slipped away and we come together now for one last gala day before we part. To the mystic rites of our class day, as we seek to penetrate the veil of the Future, as we bid a fond farewell to the happy Past we give you all a cordial welcome. A. D. 1920. DRAMATIC INTERLUDE THE CAST Mrs. Chesterfield, consulting astrologer Bessie Knettle Mrs. Adolph Guggenheimer, who comes to consult Mrs. Chesterfield Mary Swearingen The scene is laid in Mrs. Chesterfield’s office. Mrs. C. : I wonder where I put that old address book of mine; I had it just a short time ago. I want to see if I am right. Last evening, while I was watching the stars from my observatory, one of my assist- ants handed me a card on which I read the name “Mrs. Adolph Guggen- heimer. ” It seemed to me that I had heard the name before, and after considerable thought I figured it out that she was Mary Swearingen, one of my old classmates at the Annie Wright Seminary. She had ex- pressed a wish to consult me, and one can imagine my anxiety to see her, after a long ten years of separation. I told James to keep the after- noon clear for her and send her in as soon as she came. (A knock is heard.) That must be she now. (Opens door.) Mrs. G. : Is this Mrs. Chesterfield’s observatory ? Mrs. C. : Yes. Mrs. G. May I speak to her, please? Why! Bessie Knettle! Is it

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H Y A K 23 COMMENCEMENT One of the attractions of commencement week which deserves special mention is the Studio Tea, which was given on Saturday, June 4, in the studio, following the commencement exercises of the eighth grade. Dainty cakes and tea were served during the afternoon. The work of the private pupils in water color, charcoal, pencil and pen and ink, showed great progress made during the year. The com- positions and illustrations were especially good, but the work in brass, leather and stenciled fabrics was even better, that of Celeste Dorr de- serving special mention. The designs in leather were made up into bags, card-cases, book covers, purses and belts. Miss Trane’s private pupils this year are: Celeste Dorr. Pearl Tweeden, Vernita Swezea and Marie Rohrabacher. The class work was very good, comprising water color in the same medium, landscapes, still life and flower studies and outdoor sketching. Some good construction work, booklets, candle shades and stenciled fabrics were also on exhibition. The exhibits of Blanche Robinson, Jean Patrick and Luly Clay were especially com- mendable. The girls in the fifth, sixth and seventh grades who deserve men- tion for their work during the year are: Mary Woods, Katherine Hug- gins, Gladys Wiggins and Helen Rogers. Those in the eighth, Ruth Carlson, Florence Cornell, Bernice Phillips and Mary Tarbell. During the first part of the year a contest in design was carried on by the Freshmen in which Lulu Clay was the honored one, her stenciled curtains being chosen for the Girls’ Parlor. Irene Short also deserves special mention in the Freshman class. The Sophomores were thoroughly good workers, notably: Helen Keen, Mary Louise Simpson, Dorothy Atkinson, Sophia McCullough, Hazel Catching, Doris Misner and Erna Mierow. The Juniors have been very busy this year and consequently only two of the girls have had time to work at art, Edna Roach and Edna Burgess, both of whom have done creditable work. The Seniors are certainly deserving of credit, in particular Hazel Small, who has worked untiringly this year. All the girls wish to extend their heartiest thanks to Miss Trane for her unceasing endeavor to arouse a stronger interest in art among the girls, not only as a study, but as a factor in daily life. The Commencement recital, of which report is given elsewhere, took place on Monday evening. Tuesday was Class Day, the exercises occu- pying the afternoon. The program was as follows: The Speech of Welcome, by Edith Eaton ; the Class Prophecy, the Plant-

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H Y A K 25 possible? I am so glad to see you. Mrs. C. : And I am sure I couldn’t wish for a greater pleasure than to see an old classmate of mine again. Do sit down and we wdll have one long chat over olden times. It does seem so good to see you again. How did your plans pan out? Don’t you remember how you talked of home-life on a poultry farm? Now tell me all about yourself, won’t you. Mrs. G. : Well, you know I always had a streak of giddiness in me, and you may remember that I often expressed my desire, jokingly, to travel with a circus, although I w T as quite sincere when speaking of my farm. It so happened that a circus came out to South Tacoma, soon after I left school, and I w T as persuaded by one of the performers, whose acquaintance I chanced to make, to join their merry crowd. My parents were broken-hearted over it, but I was right in my element. I made a grand success, so they say, as ballet dancer and tight rope walker, until I met Mr. Guggenheimer, which was quite a romance. Of course, he didn’t like to have me in such a public life, and finally he persuaded me to give it up and retire to farm life with him. So I am now happily located on a poultry farm near Steilacoom and as contented as possible. You must come to see me some time. But how does it happen that you have turned out to be such a genius? Mrs. C. : It would be one long story if I should tell you all, Mary dear, but in short, immediately after leaving school I went abroad for several years, and during my travels I met a Mr. Chesterfield, a wealthy Englishman, whom I married soon after my return to America. We lived happily for four years, but he became dissatisfied with me, because after I became enthusiastic over astrology, I did not care to go out with him as much as I had been doing. Alter a good deal of unpleasantness we decided to separate, so I took up the profession of astrology, with which I am more than delighted, and am making such a success of it. I now have a large class under me. Mrs. G.: Iam so glad to hear of your being so successful and hope you continue so. Mrs. C. : Thank you. But tell me, do you ever hear from any of the girls who were in our class at the Sem.? Mrs. G.: I haven’t heard directly from any one of them in year To tell the truth, it was about one of them that I came to consult you this afternoon ; Lydia Low T ell, she was such a dear friend of mine, you know. Mrs. C. : Do you remember when her birthday comes and just how old she is? Mrs. G. : Just one minute. I brought my old birthday book along Now let me see; yes, here it is. She was born August 31, ’91.