Arlington High School - Stillaguamish Trail Yearbook (Arlington, WA)

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FINALE We have won another battle And our weary task is done. We have struggled on unceasing. But the dear old goal is won. Oh, the trials and the hardships And the teachers so supreme. Who with fiendish glee would flunk us. Now appear as in a dream. Yes, we foolishly did grumble; Thought the world was far too hard; Swore we crammed each eve till midnight; Glanced with terror at each card: Spoiled our pleasures by complaining That the years were ages long. But we've found at last, with sorrow. That each year was hut a song. How distinctly wc remember When we hit the Freshman class We were timid, cowering infants And they called us green as grass; We would come to school real early. Try and memorize our hooks. Then the office had its terrors And we feared the teachers looks. Then as Sophomores people knew us Bu t no longer were we shy; Looked with pity on the Freshmen; Thought our hunch was all the pie; Spent our com on ties and loud socks; Ducked from school to see a show; Dissipated much on sodas; To the hall games we did go. But we set the pace while Juniors. Then the fair ones would we court; Took in all the shows and dances. For each Junior was a sport; 15

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party. Later we gave them a memorable beach party on the banks of the river. The three months of summer vacation quickly passed and twenty-six of us returned for our fourth grade. At last we were Seniors. W e had earned the right to move over into the alcove and to carry on conversations during the study hours. Wc proudly assumed our newly won dignities and allowed the faculty to help us run the school. On September 3 we elected our officers. Boh Johnstone was re-elected president. Boh Forbes vice-presi- dent and Sylvia Botten class musician. At a later class meeting Blanche Holton and Ardis Van Allen were elected class reporters. Violets and yel- low roses were adopted as the class flowers. Then we entered upon the bus- iness of being full-fledged Seniors. We enjoyed to the utmost our privileges, althou several of us were asked to remain by special request for being too socially inclined. On Sep- tember 17 we gave the annual mixer. It was a i onous success, the Frosh be- ing very thoroughly mixed. When the football season opened a large mega- phone was offered to the class selling the most tickets. The race lay between the Sophomores and the Seniors almost from the begmmmg. The competition for the prize was very close up to the last day when the Sophomores won it by a eoup d'etat, much to our disappointment. However, it did not dampen our spirits for long. The Faithful Four, a quartet of Senior girls, attended every game of the season, going with the team when it sought conquest in enemy territory. —ARDIS VAN ALLEN, '21 14

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FIN A LE— Continued Took some Honors in athletics. Almost Heat tHe Seniors too; Slid along in all our studies And our motto was Slip through. But the last lap was so brilliant That it e en outshone the Sun And to tell it is not modest. But my duty must he done; For the classes gone before us Fade away as in a mist. And it hurts me to disgrace them But my classmates all insist. Oh, Twould honor even Caesar And Napol eon the Great Could they turn from dust and wander Up our golden path so straight; And our teachers, once so learned, ill have little more to say When they hear what we accomplish When we step into the fray. For our class is great in numbers And life's battles we defy. When our hero s hit their stride, they ! Make the wheels of progress fly. For We' ve learned that every labor Will require both heart and soul; We must learn to fight our failures If we hope to win our goal. Ah! we sail to foreign waters But fond mem ries bring a sigh For our true and faithful comrades And the happy days gone by. So, our faith will be eternal. And as we soar on high Our toast will be forever To Arlington, dear old Hi. ---Robert V. Johnstone. 16