Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE CAROL SERVICE During the Qiristmas season the Seminary is filled with the warmth and cheerfulness that Christmas always brings. Our Girol Service has made this season mean more than just a sprig of holly and a candle. The serv- vice begins with the processional, Hark, the Herald Angels Sing. Prayers are read and there is an address by the Bishop. Hymns and traditional carols are sung; the favorite perhaps is Silent Night, sung kneeling. And so the service ends in a spirit of happy calm. THE JUNIOR PROMENADE Invitations, corsages, programs were all preliminaries to the formal dance of the year, the Junior Promenade. B rfore the dance came the dinner at the Winthrop Hotel; then back to school, down the receiving line, and off in a whirl of rhythm. Dim lanterns, gayly colored flowers, and a huge crescent moon transformed the Great Hall into a tropical garden. The patrons and patronesses who welcomed the guests were Miss Wilson, Mrs. Jessica Bourne, Jane Bourne, Senior class president, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Dickman, Miss Atkinson, Mrs. Hiatt, Mrac. Van Houte, Miss Leiter, Miss Egley, Miss Eagleson and Alice Ohlson, presidetu of the Junior class. DAD ' S DAY Our invitations to Dad s Day evidently had an allur- ing call, for fathers thronged our halls, quite ready to ' ' ■n.ei parental resf onsibility and to become small boys a. How they played ball! To provide rest as well as entenainment their daughters gave a swimming and divir g exhibition. The most fun came during supper. Each class sang a song composed for the occasion, to which the dads responded. Mr. Fovargue provided a surprise by presenting the Grays Harbor Chorus which he had trained to sing with true fervor! It s a great day. Dads ' Day! MAY DAY Of all May fetes we carmot help thinking ours the loveliest, of all May Queens ours the most beautiful. No doubt we are prejudiced, but we have reason to be, surely. Burdcne Craig reigned over the day ' s festivities with the dignity of a true queen. The Maid of Honor, Mary Cowell, and the senior attendants were lovelier than ever before. The Queen and her court and throngs of guests were entertained by dancers of the Upper and Lower Schools. In the background yellow broom and the blue water of the Sound, and over the gay scene a smiling sun.

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THE ORGAN When God gave music to the world. He had a special plan; For first He gave the murmur of A thousand rustling leaves, The pompous boom of thunder, and The splash of ocean waves; And then He gave the songs of birds To the hungry heart of man. And when men learned to imitate The music God had given. And He felt their hearts were full enough For grander thoughts of love, He sent the mighty, stirring tones Of an organ from above, Whose holy, radiant voice had sung To AngeUchoirs in Heaven. BETTY GARRETT, 1936. ON ABSENT-MINDEDNESS They tell me I am absent-minded when I park the car and then forget where I have parked it, but I feel that I have found my equal. The two characters in this story are Mr. X and Mr. Y. Mr. X is a man who has been mar. tied a few years. Having a moderate income, he can afford only one car which, unfortunately, he seldom uses. His wife is usually jaunting about in the car to bridge luncheons, teas, and fashion shows. On this particular occasion Mr. X ' s wife was visiting her mother for a few weeks, and Mr. X had full use of the family limousine. Mr. X drove to the bank to make a deposit, and by the time he emerged from the bank, he had com- pletely forgotten his recent means of transporta- tion. He hurried three blocks to a bus line, and then had to wait sixteen and a half minutes for a bus. (He timed it) . After a shon ride, Mr. X walked six blocks to his oflSce. Arriving at the office, he chanced to thrust his hand into his pocket. The keys to his car! Annoyed, he punctu- ated his irritation by tossing the offending keys on his desk with a few relief-bringing epithets. After his annoyance cooled, however, he determined not to let anyone know about his absent-minded aa, being somewhat ashamed of himself. So Mr. X again walked six blocks to the bus. Another ride; another three blocks on foot. There was his car in front of the bank. But where were the keys? He could not find them. Thinking back, Mr. X remembered his loss of temper— and the keys still lying on his desk. What to do now was Mr. X ' s big problem. Make the journey on that bus again, he would not. What could he do? Finally Mr. X telephoned to Mr. Y at his office and asked him to bring him the key case that was on his desk. Mr. Y did what he was asked to do, but until this day Mr. Y cannot figure out how Mr. X ' s keys were at his office when his car was over three miles away. SHIRLEY ROBBINS, 1938. TO THE DEEP SKY A REVERIE OF THE BLUE As I he here in the grass. Watching cloud, bird, and plane, I think of all the glory up there. I wish often that I could go Away up, soaring and gliding. On and on through the open; Then to my nest at eve, To sing my even-song; Then to rise with the sun To welcome the day with a song; Then to soar and fly away. To sights and things beyond. MARGARET DOLGE. THE SEASONS Winter is the rime that we See the bareness of the tree, See the black clouds in the sky, And hear the northwind howling by. Spring, gay Spring, is the rime that we See the blossoms on the tree See the white clouds bating by, And twittering birds up in the sky. Summer is the rime that we See the fruit hang on the tree. See the beauty of the flowers. And play for many happy hours. Autumn is the time that we See the red leaves on the tree, The strong west wind we then can hear. And we feel that winter ' s near. LOUISE WILBUR, Seventh Grade.

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RAMBLINGS THROUGH MEMORY Can you remember ' way hack when it was the first day of school? Remember how grand it was to sec all your old pals again — to meet the cute new girls who sat around looking lonely and scared? But everything has changed now. We are all good friends, looking forward to Commencement and vacation. Some of us, however, have rather an empty feeling in our heans which comes from realizing that the year is almost over and that we shall all travel on new paths away from School. But in all our journeys we shall carry with us memories of the grand and glorious fun we had at the Seminary. Seniors, remember the Sorority dance on November sixteenth? That was great fun, even if the orchestra was terrible. With serpentine and football balloons, goal posts and spotlights the gymnasium was completely trans- formed. Remember that afternoon Don Blanding, vagabond poet, spent with us? How thrilled we were over the poetry he read us and how we all rushed to get his auto- graphs! We noticed several of his books around after- wards. Remember Mrs. Schrottky, Girl Scout dramatics direc- tor, who talked to us one afternoon? Remember those expressive hands of hers and how she told us. Watch your hands, or they will betray you! Stunt night! Ah, yes. The Seniors ' treasure hunt with Lois Parker and Barbara Miles carryini? off the buried gold. The Juniors ' Turkey Trot— will we ever forget it? The way they made us work, thinking up skits. The Sophomores ' Carnival was almost perfea. We loved the way Lois Parker barked for us to come to see the side shows. Outstandinj? memories — the mountain trips. The first trip was the best, we think, because we were there long- er. The second trip was great fun too. because then we had the Ski Club initiation. The third time most of us missed, but those who went — remember the beautiful sunburns? But all the trips were grand sport Speaking of sports, the Blues and Golds have come through mar- velouslv this year, with many exciting games. Tf v in the fall, those tense basketball «ames. the ' ind the swimmme exhibition on Dad ' s Dav. i .ne thin? does lead to another! Well never forget Dad ' s Day. The way our dads got out there and volleyballed for all thev were worth, and baseball, too. even if it did rain a drop or two. The wav they carried on at the dinner was fun. too — they all had the grandest time sin ?in«. We were terribly sorry to see them go. Remember February twentv-second? Ah. yes. the Junior Frolic. Many gay couples danced to the rhythmic strains of Louis Grenier and his orchestra beneath a c; nopy of red, white, and blue. Mail galore came in ifter the dance, proving the Frolic to be a grand suc- cess. Congratulations. Juniors! The yearly benefit bridge tea given by the Seniors on F »bruarv fifteenth was a grand success. An atmosphere of Rav friendliness pervaded the flower-decked Great Hall filled with busy card players. Peeking over the balcony at the Hop. we certainly envied those Sophomores and Freshmen, having such a good time. The gymnasium didn t look like the same old place, all decorated with tulips and garden furniture. Some of the best of the many exLciiciu icctures and concerts we have attended this year were those of Ad- miral Byrd (remember those adorable penguins?); young Eugene Linden ' s Philharmonic concerts; Nelson Eddy (ah, me!); Trudi Schoop; Mrs. Clark Gould ' s excellent reviews of ' Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn; the Globe Players ' presentations of Shakespeare; and Sarah Truax Alben ' s dramatic reading of Mary of Scotland. Remember how good Miss Egley and Mrs. Hiatt were in ' The Doll ' s House, given by the Little Theater Guild? On February sixteenth a reception was held in honor of Mrs. Herbert Hoover, who was touring the country ' in the interests of the Girl Scouts. She gave a very inter- esting little talk, and her charming personality warmed the heans of all the girls. Will we ever forget the Christmas Banquet — those marvelous golden brown turkeys and the singing? The Carol Service afterwards in the Chapel surpassed all our expeaations. And the way the Seniors serenaded us after everything was over — the finishing touch. Sen- iors, remember what fun ih?r n r-v wi we had in Miss Wilson ' s apanmcnt? When we returned after bpnn ,i .L[ion, there in the Chapel was the ne ' organ. Will you ever forget how thrilled we were — especially the Choir — the - ' e we heard its inspiring tones? Important memory — the Junior Prom. Remember what fun we had at dinner, and later, dancing ' neath a tropical moon and waving palms. Again may we offer congratulations to the Junior class for a grand dance. A memory to keep and cherish all our lives is that of May Day. So beautiful and gracious was our Queen Burdette that Old Sol dried his tears and smiled espe- cially for her. Her court in their lovely net dresses and wide hats looked good enough to eat. At the Athletic Banquet that night, presided over capably by Elaine Tubbs. we were all happv and proud to see the Key awarded to Sue Fisher. The toasts and speeches at the Banquet were all excellent— we even noticed a tear or two when it was all over. Remember our surprise when on Friday, May fif- teenth, in walked the Hill Military Academy band? Wasn ' t it fun to have dinner with them in the cafeteria, to listen to their exrellent band, and then later to dance in the gym nasi ur How we h »tfd to w those bovs RO? This year with a very capable staff the CREST has been successfully enlarged from a quarterly paper to a monthly magazine. Clever art work, amusing humor, and fine literary and poetic rontribufions have a!l helped to- wards success A great deal of fine cooperation has been shown towards the produaion of this annual. The ingenuity in earnini? money shown by some peo- ple has been trulv remarkj»b1«» p ' r en Ker those corsages Betty Ga - -et mad » out of May D v bouquets? A ma- hogany plaoue. f r gift of Jane Bourne and TisheUe Hirshberg carved bv Jane Thomas was presented to the class earning the most money in the shortest time. The Sophomores carried off the prize. The girls have responded in a most gratifying way. The Sta ' r» ' - ' -ir f ' ,i! rn rhrm nil