Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE QMIlElLrO 1939 Ltjt to fight: Mary Kent Hewitt Florenc Steel Muriel Mattson (standing) Jean Webster Mary Turrill Jean Bull en Valerie Walkinshaw Gloria Difford Dora Lou Redmon Inset: Vera Fraser Frances Eggert k 4 i THE MASQUE PLAYERS The Masque Players was organized this year with the purpose of furthering the interests of drama in the school. Its production of The Ladies of Cranford, a quaint and humorous play of nineteenth century England, earned enough money for the club to purchase a stage for the Great Hall, which will be very useful for future productions. In April, Catherine Cowell, Jean Fairweather, Jane Snider, Virginia Ludwick, Janet McCoy, Barbara Hibbard, Doris Carrington, Mary Jean Rosenberry, and Leslie MacKay were pledged. It is hoped that these new members, with the remaining old ones, will carry on with the same enthusiasm and spirit that have motivated the club this year. DANCE CLUB Left to right: Florene Steel Gwen Couch Mary Kent Hewitt Lois Fisher Gloria Difford Dora Lou Redmon Mary Turrill

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10)39 THE SHIELD STUDENT COUNCIL Seated, left to right: Jean Phillips, Valerie Walkinshaw, June Lynde, Barbara Ohnick, Gwen Couch (president), Mary Jean Rosenberry, Mary Filberg, Patsy Childs. Standing: Margaret Miller, Bernice Schafer, Faye Garber, Mary Kent Hewitt, Jean Fairweather, Jane Bronson, Anne Schuchart, Barbara Mears. MISS WILSON - - - - an appreciation When Miss Sal lie Egerton Wilson left the Seminary, there remained behind her lasting reminders of her ten years as principal, reminders both spiritual and material. Everyone remembers her personality with fondness and admiration. One of her most loved qualities was the affectionate cordiality with which she greeted everyone. Graduates, old girls, new girls, and friends were all made to feel welcome at the school. Miss Wilson showed enthusiasm for the progress and happiness of the girls. She conceived the idea of the Student Council, whereby the girls might participate more fully in their government and in the discussion of their own problems. She established the Pre-School and the Bishop Huston Missionary Society. Dad s Day and the Junior Frolic, two of the most enjoyable events of the year, were also of her founding. It was through her efforts that we were able in 1936 to have the new organ for our chapel. She endeavored always to set before us the most desirable qualities and ambitions, such as loyalty, the ability to assume responsibility, the desire for scholastic achievement, and the attainment of lasting friendships. One of her inspiring assertions was, Truth in word and deed is the aim of true education as much as the acquisition of knowledge.

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1939 THE ©HIELD LITERARY CONTRIBUTIONS SPEAKING OF FERDINAND The bull sidled up to the fence and looked wistfully at us through the barb-wire. Father drew back from the enclosure, pulling us with him. Watch out! Don ' t get too close ' he cau- tioned, looking at the bull as he spoke. That fence isn ' t very strong and you never can tell what a bull will do. If it wanted to, it could knock down that fence in a second. Why, I was reading only the other day of a farmer in Illinois who — We heard no more, however, for with eyes popping and mouths open we stood watch- ing this dangerous animal with renewed interest. Visions of father climbing the old oak tree for safety relieved the tension. How funny! The bull switched his tail at an insistent blue fly and rolled his big brown eyes at us convulsively. We in- stinctively drew back still farther. Soon the three of us went to see the pigs. There were four of them — little red, squealing creatures that stood in their food as they ate. But father ' s thoughts were still with the bull. I don ' t want you children to go near that bull, he insisted. It isn ' t safe. Did you notice that glint in his eyes? Why, that creature would just as soon gore a person as eat. This last bit of talk had the intended effect of terrorizing us and we promised solemnly to stay away from the bull. At that moment the farmer appeared in his faded blue denims with a tin milk pail in each hand: father was still harping on the bull. You mean Elmo? The farmer chuckled. He ' s gentle as a lamb. Likes children. We named him for my brother- in-law Elmo. Thought they looked like each other. The bull ' s a regular pet. Father was abashed. He became very red in the face, muttering something about most bulls he ' d seen and changed the subject. To this day the subject of bulls is carefully avoided, and even Ferdinand is dangerous conversation. FRANCES EGGERT, 1939. WHERE THERE IS SMOKE THERE IS FIRE Overhead the dense smoke formed a grey-brown dome and here and there the blue sky pierced through, making a mosaic-like pattern. Everything around took on a copper tinge. The water was brown; the shoreline going down to the sea looked like wet creeping animals. We seemed to be living in a beautiful but strange world, through which the word Fire had a strong hold and dread. The ashes were like fine silver snowflakes and at a distance against the brown sky they looked like millions of God ' s little creatures. In reality we knew they were creatures of the great destructive demon in the hills. We seemed to be held in, as if that dome were set right over and around us and we could not get out. The air was heavy; it pressed down on us with a weight that was unbear- able. At night the atmosphere became worse. When the men came home, they did not speak about it, not even when we asked them. They tried to keep up light conversation, but every now and then a strained silence fell. The men looked at each other, then looked away into space. Finally my father went for his hat and said as he passed, I ' m going out for a drive. The others followed him. If some one had only screamed or even whispered, it would have been better than that silence that could not be broken. MARY FILBERG, 1939. A FALLING LEAF It is queer how a quiet summer day may be shattered by only a leaf; but as I lay on the grassy slope listening to the sounds of summer, suddenly the sounds heralding autumn came to my ear. A small wind was trembling in the tree-tops when I heard, rather than saw, that falling leaf. It had not the floating sound of the summer leaf shaken loose by a wandering breeze. It rustled and crackled jerkily to the ground. Chased by a zephyr, it scuttled down the hill where it flattened itself with a snap against a blockading tree. For- saken by the wind. It slipped to the ground, now only a scout for autumn, but soon to be joined by a caravan of followers. JUNE LYNDE, 1940. MELTING SNOW The day was cold and biting with a silent wind that swirled and shivered around the clear, hard icicles. Tiny flakes hissed to the ground and be- came as down lost in a quilt of grey, wet snow The mountains stood black against a still cold sky. The once green trees were green no longer but blue black and looked as if they too, like the