Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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SNAP SHOTS It seems a long time since we returned to another year at the Seminary. Remember the Get- acquainted part) Never can v e forget the cow (which was really K. Paulson and Parkie) and the shy milk-maid who was Lois, nor can we forget the Dachshund (who was motivated by Lorna and Lizzie Goode) . There was no doubt that the party was a triumph, and we all knew each other better afterwards. Just as the Juniors were about to take up the hunt for the spade and the Seniors were muster- ing their courage to bear the disgrace, Dorothy Parker and Sue Fisher extraaed it from its hid- ing-place. It has been much in evidence all yeai. Then there was Hallowe’en when we enter rained the most unusual guests. There was a walking skyscraper (K. Paulson) led around by a robot (D. Parker) . Tammy and Omar honored us by their presence, thanks to Lois and Hummie. And of course all the good, familiar Hallowe’en games were enjoyed. Although we possess but a meager knowledge of sewing, we did our best by our dolls for the Bazaar. One class arranged its table to represent a barn dance with dolls in gingham dresses and country jeans. The window of a toy shop made an inviting display, and a sports parade and nur- sery offered dolls to suit various tastes. The Mis- sionary Society was pleased with the proceeds and was able to bring Christmas cheer to several fam- ilies in the city. And then the Sorority Dance. Was it star dust? We are not sure, but we know the gold stars on the black background made a perfea set- ting for all the gay Seniors. At Christmas time there were the traditional festivities so dear to us all, the dinner followed by the Carol Service in the Chapel. There were several trips to the Mountain this year. The Seniors and Juniors had a party of their own, and the Sophomores and Freshmen followed their example. Greater skill in skiing was by no means the only thing acquired on these trips. Yes, sunburn aplenty was brought back and also something of a Norwegian accent. The Junior Frolic! What a display of heans and colored balloons! Gay couples danced to gay music — a real success and another score for the Juniors. To display their aquarian skill, the swimming ' classes presented a Water Pageant. Remember how the pool was transformed into a tropical lake inhabited by water sprites and mermaids? Remember those cute green frogs? Never shall we forget how beautiful the Great Hall was on the night of the Junior Promenade, with the garlands of daffodils, the Dutch wind- mill, and the little Dutch girls serving punch. The Juniors showed all their ingenuity, and the Seniors for whom they gave the dance had a glorious time. Throughout the year the CREST has claimed much attention, especially in the drawings that have decked its pages. In order to raise funds for the SHIELD, the Staff held an exhibit of kodak pictures and a pet show. The pets in- cluded three live dogs who walked off with com- plimentary first prizes. Just to prove its origi- nality and to have some fun, the Staff enter- tained itself at dinner. The Junior members pro- vided the amusement by giving skits satirizing several incidents of the past year. St. Nicholas came over from Seattle and played games with us one day. We indulged in all kinds of sports, had a picnic lunch in the gymnasium, and thoroughly enjoyed playing to- gether. Oh, and Dad’s Day. Remember how the dads played baseball? Both Blues and Golds had fine teams, but the Golds won. Maybe it was because their captain, Mr. Guyles is an old hand at it. Of course the dinner was a success, with all our class songs and the response of the dads. Field Day, May Day, and the Athletic Asso- ciation banquet came in close succession. We felt that May Day was all that we had hoped. Even the weather sent congratulations, and let the sun shine upon us ’’from dawn till dewy eve.” And now Commencement is at hand. It is hard to realize that we are leaving the Seminary, that we shall not return for another school year. We are quite sure, however, that we shall come back to visit old haunts, however far we may wander. “Hearts turned toward our Alma Mater, May our lives at length Prove thy daughters, bear thy motto: ’On from Strength to Strength.’ ”

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TTIHIIE REVERIE INSPIRED BY SNOW I sat in the cabin gazing through the window. Outside was snow; snow beating a silent rhythm against the once green earth; snow loading the branches of the trees with a blanket of winter’s making, as if Mother Nature were putting her child to bed. Even the wind had retreated be- fore the silence. The poet Wordsworth spoke of “emotion recollected in tranquillity.” Here tranquillity it- self was emotion. My mind wandered. I thought not of mistakes and failures, but of hopes and aspirations. And always there was the steady silence, silence. There was no avalanche of sound, no hurry to finish the task. Just the steady progress, a building inch by inch to the ultimate. That, I thought, is the way I would build my life. In the distance a bird called feebly. Its feel- ings toward the snow would differ from mine. To the bird the night was chill, relentless. A few more chirps and again all was still. Silence had conquered — silence and the night and snow. I felt a pity for the little bird, an emotion not in tune with my train of thought. But slowly, surely, the snow still falling won me. I closed my eyes and was again lost in dreams. Suddenly my thoughts changed. The fire had died out. I was cold. The glamour of the night had disappeared, and in its stead were stark realities. I opened my eyes. The snow was no longer falling. A wind had sprung up. The sun was rising from its gray hiding place to start a new day. Dawn — and my dreams had broken! BARBARA BATHRICK, 1937. LUCKY DODDY Doddy was a young fawn, so-called by the Iroquois Indians. When very small, he was cap- tured while his little mistress, Wah-haw-tow, was taking a walk with him. It was the month of July, and a forest fire was visible. Wah-haw-tow walked a long dis- tance. While Doddy gambled ahead, she turned back without his knowing it. Doddy kept run- ning on. Suddenly he heard the flapping of the monstrous wings of Elie, a great eagle. Doddy ran ahead under the cover of the light brush. He did not notice which way he was going, but soon realized that he was going right into the fire, because his eyes began to smart. There ' were two ways he could turn. He could either go on toward the fire or he could turn back in the direction where the eagle was. He chose the former. The heat was intense as he progressed toward the fire. Doddy was about ready to turn back when he heard the eagle screech as he found some unfortunate prey. When he regained con- sciousness he found himself in some grass into which he had fallen. The fire was only a glow- ing light on the horizon. Doddy was safe and free. BONNIE JEAN CHITTY, Seventh Grade. TO A FRIEND I miss you As the night waves miss the moon, Or day, the shining sun. You left too soon. I rise at dawn To lonely tread the path of gold To yon high sunny hill. When day is old I walk alone In evening’s somber light Amid the trees where first we met. Till it is night. The seasons change. And I, too, like the Earth which learns To wish for Spring’s arrival, wait For your return. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT, 1937.. CLOUDS Today I looked into the sky And saw a stallion speeding by. White steed of Jove it seemed to be. His silky mane was waving in the breeze. About the world this filmy ribbon streamed Behind the prancing steed. As he went riding through the sky. ELIZABETH GOODE, 1937. SPRING NIGHT Night steals on; In diminishing golden radiance The sun dips Through the misty clouds That weep with grief To see it gone. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT, 1937.

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¥ I STUDENT COUNCIL Standing: Virginia Holmes, Janet Robbins, Lorna Studebaker, Frances Force, Sue Fisher, president, Frances Sanborn, Jane Ringling, Maryhelen Grande. Seated: Lois Parker, Barbara Ohnick, Mary Cowell, Lucy Strange, Vera Fraser, Elizabeth Goode, Anne Murray. □ FFICER3 DF THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Standing: Frances Young Patricia Fraser Janet Robbins Seated: Dorothy Parker Elizabeth Goode .fkii ' l