Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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I went into the Chapel and thought of its greatness and power. The service began, I listened to the words. They seemed strange and forbidding, for it was the first time I had honestly listened. On second thought, the words contained comfort and inspira- tion, and I felt as if I had found a new world, but I didn ' t understand why. Our study - hall has a wonderful atmosphere of friendship, peace, and study. One can almost feel the concentration. The deep silence is broken only by the sound of turning pages and an occasional cough. This little box in which so much is accomplished, is very appropriately lined with books, forming a warm plaid around the r(K)m. The clcKk ticking away in front of everyone ' s eyes, acts as a grim reminder, firmly telling us that there is only so much time; use it welll But the sternness of the clock can not hide the homey, and the well and profitably worn look. It is this which makes the study hall a Mecca for all Seminary students. By seven o clock on a winter evening, the outline of the Seminary has faded into the dark sky. The few lights shining in the rooms are framed by the square windows and stand out like yellow splotches on the background of a cubistic picture. I rarely think of the Seminary in terms of structure or appearance. Any light that I have seen has always made me think of the girl in whose room it was shining; every time the front door has swung open I have attached a story to those who exited and entered. As I penetrate in- side the hedge and walk the halls of minds and spirits, I find my picture. On your mark, get set, one more day to go! The excitement in the air is as tangible as a rubber band stretched to the breaking point! It sings when some- one touches it and the strands fall away with sharp pings as the band is pulled tighter and tighter. In approximately twenty-one and three- fourth s hours, the final strand will break, and the excitement will escape into a pell-mell, mixed-up conglomeration of screeching, yelling, and whooping that sounds like open house at McNeil Island. Vacation at last!

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C U4. of ' rs Leading the red tie class were Julia MacKay, Ellen Osborne, and Sherry Vilas, as they started off the year with a success, their stationery drive. They came to spell this word in every task they attempted. Through their close cooperation, they once again made Junior Sales the long-awaited moment as the clock struck four on Fri- day afternoons. This was helped by Rom ' s enthusiastic commercials. Their play was a beautifully portrayed drama, The Song of Bernadette, starring their St. Bernard, nick- name for Ann Cilley, as Bernadette. Ann, with Mary Wearin, Lani Shuh, Catherine McCurdy, Deanna Poulson, Joan Munroe, Sally Christensen, Suzanne Jeppesen, and Sherry Brown, joined the class this year. With them came fresh life and enthusiasm, new ideas, and a spark promoting unity. Their freshness promoted the spirit of oneness that is now prevalent in these incoming Seniors. One event which will always remain in our minds will be their famous hat show. It will warm our hearts as our hair begins to grey, when we recall that while we were enjoying ourselves we were also contributing to Service League. Now as another year unfolds, this class finds many new adventures awaiting them. They will know the privilege of walkline and the responsibility of Senior Duties. As they walk down their Senior stairs on Alumnae day to sing their step songs, a certain thrill will be theirs as realization dawns, and their thoughts form the words, Now we ' re tull-fledged Seniors.