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

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CLASS MOTTO: Don’t wait for an opportunity; make or,e. CLASS COLORS: Blue and Gold CLASS FLOWER Tulip CLASS YELL: Class of ’23, Zip, Zip! Class of ’23, Hip, Hip! We’ve got sparkle and fizz, We can make things sizz. We’re the class of ’23, Hip, Hip! CLASS OFFICERS President .........................Einar Botten Vice-President .........................Clinton Hammond Secretary ................................Elvin Alexander Elvin Alexander Ralph Alexander Einar Botten Nels Botten Clinton Hammond Herman Fry Elwood Gustafson Orville Hollingsworth Stanley Jorgensen Melvin Jenner Harold Miller Alfred Palmer Neil Ruthruff Guy Hatley Lindsay Smith Robert Wallis Frank Clock Catherine Adams Matt Soper Juta Berg Vernita Gregory Ruth Gunerius Dorothy Hay Elvia Johnston Signe Kronholm Cecelia Lallemand Alice McGovern Bernice Nygard Blanch Otin Ruth Olson Mary Pederson Mae Snoddy Marie Stevens Nora Sather Eva Umstott Millicent Van Namee Vesta Bartley

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY Yes, we also have been Freshies. It seems as tho every class must go through the agony of being smiled upon; even laughed at. We had our share of every torture upper classmen can invent for the benefit of forlorn freshmen. Although there were sixty-six of us, they decided we must be initiated into Hi School life. It has been said that “All bad things come to an end’’ and so it was with our troubles. We attended the Freshmen mixer and had an enjoyable! ?) time. After this great festivity things began to quiet down, and finally we were recognized as students of the Arlington Hi. We at once began to show our superiority over the other classes; and took great delight in having two “letter men” in our class. Our girls also deserve mention for they helped to win the megaphone, that even now makes the seniors of that year stammer reasons for losing it. Neither were we slow in our return party to the Sopho- mores and the other entertainments we gave our school mates and ourselves. At the start of our Sophomore year our number was noticeably decreased, but that did not quell the hopes and expectations of us who had come back. Again we had “letter men” but this time there were four instead of two. Now it was our turn to revenge the wrong done to us one short year before and the freshies willingly agree that we did it to per- fection. The mixer was again a red letter occasion for us but this time we were pleased even to think of that eventful evening. Our boys by this time had become extremely polite and gentle- manly and took great pleasure in escorting their particular young lady friend (the girls also had changed and now wore their hair in puffs and spit curls) to and from parties and entertainments. Our lessons now seemed to be very trivial affairs, and when we were not too busy with our own pastimes, we condescended to cast pity- ing glances at our teachers, since they displeased an unusual amount of ignorance by asking one question after another for the entire class period. Spring was approaching, and, tho we may have felt slightly pro- voked at the marks on our cards, we decided it was undoubtedly a mistake of the teachers; so since the poor things were preparing for their vacation we didn’t have the heart to bother them about correct ing these errors. At last all the excitement of commencement and other Senior do-