Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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PROPHECY We see our class as years have passed; Tit.- girls all made the grade at last. In occupations great and small They do their best, one and all. Let s take a journey; it s not too late To see our class in fifty-eight. Tall JEAN LENHAM from Montana state Is now a famous lady, one of the great. She ' s a society queen— with a haughty look. And lives entirely by her 400 book. Brave NANCY GOODNOW of head so cool Has flown to India from medical school, si,,.- s giving First Aid to Ghandi. still fasting In order that freedom from England be lasting. Young ANNIE SPROWL has said. What cooks? And cast aside her papers and books; The light has dawned, she knows what she lacks— She s following Rosie the Riveter s tracks. With an angelic smile and an upturned face TRUE ELIZABETH SCHUH prepares to say grace. She s a Sunday School teacher, pious and staid. Who lives by the Book. a religious old maid. Connected is Elka with heavenly things. For Io and behold, she s sprouted wings. Not that she s turned into a fairy bold— Because you know that without being told. We read her in the papers, we see her at the Stork. We hear her on the radio, she ' s typically New York; The of the hour, and third lady of the land— We give you BARBARA HART, who deserves a great big hand. Our EMILY M. has risen to fame Like all the rest, yet not the same; Performing daily in a downtown hall. She ' s really Queenie. Queen of them All. There s a girl busy writing and I know her name. I know what she ' s writing, but we ' ll look just the same- It s a paper on courses, and studies, and knowledge By MARIANNE DYKEMAN. a professor at college. 16 1

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SENIOR CLASS WILL EING physic ally fit. allegedly sane, and of rigorous spirits, we. the Class of 1943, do hereby publish and declare this to be our last will and testament, in words as follows, to-wit: To the Class of 1944 go our colossal achievements: i. e.. the Christ- mas Carnival and our prompt sale of Shield subscriptions (only one time exten- sion) with the hope that it will carry on with the same dauntless spirit. To the remainder of the student body we bequeath our masterful I. Q.. our worldly outlook, and the following personal gifts of the members of the class, to wit: MARY ANN DYKMAN leaves the Seminary with sound mind and body, but her estate was eaten up at Rosie s. NANCY GOODNOW wills her little rays of sunshine to the Tacoma Weather Bureau in hopes they will use them to good advantage. BARBARA HART can t bear to part with her big eyes, but leaves ample instructions to Marilyn Muckey in the book ' Strategic Maneuvers by Defoe R. Smitten. CAROLINE HENTON bequeathes her motto. 1 sang one song and died. to Patty Billings. HONEY HOLLAND hands down the art of making faces that cause mob hysteria to Louise Goldberg. Poor Louise! MARION INGRAM leaves in a blaze of glory and wills her trusty henna rinse to Wendy Wagner. HONEY JOHNSON says she will gladly split the difference with Virginia Oakley. BUNNY LENHAM wills her bashful blushes to Janet Karshner. knowing that Karsh will exercise them at every opportunity. MARGOT MARTIN bequeathes her patterns of sprite-like airs to Tommy Tomlinson. Oh tra la. tra la! EMILY METZGER leaves under a storm of Doc s wrath for handing on that bellow to Judy Minton. SUE MILEY leaves the bismuth and paregoric to any unfortunate soul who frequents the infirmary. AVONNE NELSON hands on her understanding of and gross vocabulary on the subject of hep talk to Miss Atkinson. ELEANOR PITCHFORD wills her love of swimming to the Tacoma seagulls, who enjov mud puddles, too. DOROTHY PURCELL passes on a soft smile and a kind word to anyone suffering from nostalgia, lack of sympathy, or just plain spring fever. B. J. RIBELIN expresses her sincere hope to the Sophomore class that the government rrstric -lions on the hunting (shall we say) will not be too severe next year. ELKA ROBBINS doesn t want to leave anything. (Always original, that ' s EILa.) TRUE SCHUH wills her ahili ty to get into trouble to Maggie Langabeer. who. they say. rould use it. ANN SPROWL leaves a crumpled picture frame to Maggie Snyder, who really shouldn t ruin another beneath her pillow. And we all leave with the tip always to laugh promptly whether you get it or not. because He who laughs last, probably didn ' t get the joke in the first place. Class of 1943.

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With cooings and gurglings and duckings and such We find our dear PITCHY still funny as a crutch. She ' s laughing and talking and straightening out battles While painting so famously her babies dear rattles. That red-headed gal— it s hard to believe— Was so fond of school she never did leave; GUSSIE S now putting the things all in storage; She ' s replaced our faithful old janitor George. In Bronx at Sacs Sixth Avenue A startling sight comes into view! That Jantzen model to our delight Is HONEY HOLLAND the Seminaryite. Stern General MILEY. that famous WAAC. Is teaching marching! Alas! alack! As her corps in review before her passes. They re all on the wrong foot — those stupid young lasses. We trip to the Metropolitan to see the great star That all envy, admire, and worship from afar; Her golden tones and melodious voice Make CAROLINE HENTON the people s choice. In a little town in a little place There s a little torch-singer with a sweet little face. As her sultry blues mount to the sky. We see AVONNE NELSON as we pass by. The middle west is our next stop. Our destination a flower shop. Because of flowers she has such a lot. Sweet B. J. sits on a flower pot! Out on the farm our next scene is laid Where DOROTHY PURCELLS a charming milk maid. Like feathers those buckets so heavy she II toss And teach all the cows in one lesson who s boss. In New York through a well known source We learned that M ARGOT ' S taking a course In how to lose weight at the FOOBARRY school. For in weighty matters our M ARGOT ' S no fool. It ' s up on the trapeze that our next look is bent Where MARGUERITE JOHNSON swings under the big tent. She hangs by her toes, a real sensation; The crowd down below gives her thundering ovation. I 171