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

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Junior Class History—Continued ings was over, and we picked up our belongings and departed for three months of solid comfort and enjoyment. How swiftly this vacation went, and again we were back. Some good fairy must have influenced the school board for they had a new Gym. and Assembly waiting for us. It was nice to walk into the new assembly, but we had to watch our steps so as not to blunder around and let some wide awake Freshman see a “Junior” make a mistake. Again we helped with the mixer and again there were mny trembling people standing around looking at us with wide eyed curiosity and dread? Athletics were now in full sway and in football especilaly our boys made a name for themselves. We were well represented in the “Gypsy Rover” and our prom was the crowning victory of all time. Our one ambition now is to reach the stage of Seniors and receive all the congratulations and compliments we feel we must surely get when we star in our Senior play. And so with next year’s glories waiting for us we feel justified in leaving for our summer vacation and spending our time in every way but studying.

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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-

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JUNIOR POEM Once upon a time that’s fled And passed by full three years, A freshman class with future bright Engaged our hopes and fears. I will not say they were the best For that would not be so; But they were bound to beat the rest And that’s what counts, you know. But as the elusive days slipped by Their store of knowledge grew, Till they were rated Sophomores. My! How the time then flew! They shone in all athletics— In basketball and track. And in the football contests Few honors did they lack. The calendar made another turn. As Juniors they excel: Still prominent in athletics And on the stage as well. They do not boast about their class Nor tell what they can do; For well they know their virtue Will be quite clear to you. So I think if you review them: All the classes which have gone, And the classes of the present, And the classes yet to come, That you’ll find they are most worthy Of your praises and your trust, For they’re industrious and honest And they’re studious and just. They’ll graduate in ’23 With their colors flying high. Their banners proud of blue and gold Will wave beneath the sky. They will not stop for obstacles They encounter as they climb Swiftly as goes a conqueror To lofty heights sublime. —MELVIN JENNER. 24