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

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 K E) SAV (6 - make-up, and we set about getting out of school all that it had for us. Our greatest responsibility and most important duty was, of course, the publication of the Annual. Harriette Smith was elected editor, and Elbert Mose business manager. They, with the assistance of Mr. Boyer, turned out a product which was an excellent example of Junior superiority. In athletics it was the same old story. Juniors took first in the track meet. Several of the Junior boys played on the football and basketball teams. In orchestra we were honored with a bigger representation, in proportion to population, than any other class in school. Harriette Smith was sole candidate for debate. Now, we have come safely through three of our four years’ work, it might be justifiable for us to look at the Freshman class with a superior air, and quote: “The way isn’t sunny, but don’t fret. Cheer up, Freshies, you’ll get there yet.” Our Senior year found us well and happy, and we pursued our course of studies with more diligence, pep. and perseverance than ever before, as testify the number of Seniors on the honor roll. In football, basketball and baseball we had a favorable representation of husky Senior lads. We were also represented in orchestra. The Arlington High School News is edited by Lorene Foss, with a good number of Seniors on the staff. The Senior play, “The Arrival ef Kitty was a decided success in all ways. In the staging of this play we feel that we have not only retained the reputation of our predecessors, but have established a new record for those who follow in our footsteps to try and surpass. We realize that four years of our valuable life will soon have passed away, but it has been profitably and advantageously spent. With Sneak Day” “Class Night,” and “Commencement” ringing in our ears how can we be otherwise than pleased and happy? Since we are about to enter the school of life, and there become as great a success as we have been in school life, each one of us can not help turning back with an encouraging voice and saying: The halls of fame are open wide. The realms of thought are free. The portals all are flung aside. For you as well as me. —Menzel Johnson.

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History of the Class of ’24 ’Twas the fall of Nmeteen-Twenty, Ah! We entered High School then. And new troubles came in plenty. Every day about five times ten. Such was the fond recollection of seventy promising personages who constituted the Freshman Class—the Class of ’24 that is tow setting sail into a new and larger sea, the sea of life. Well do we remember that first year in school. How we played the goat for all the other classes while scraping together what knowledge we could, as is the proper thing te do. However, by dint of hard work, we managed to live through that first year s torture, and, so in the course of time, we came to be Sophomores. 1 he clouds began to break a little for us then, and we began to look on the brighter side of life. We were no longer the goats, and now we even had someone else to whom we could pass the load of misery that had been wished onto us. We began to see that there was some sense to school after all, which is to say that we were getting more fun out of school. Now the class began to branch out to the various hobbies afforded by the school. As a result we were favorably represented in the field and in the gym. We were also represented in the orchestra, and the other classes found that we knew how to entertain by plays and programs. It must not be supposed, however, that we spent all of our time in amusing ourselves and others, for that we could not, nor did any one in the Class wish to do it. Not only had we taken a new name for the class, but we had taken over that class’s work. This work, though it did not halt our progress, caused us to get in and dig” a little more than we had done in our first year in school, and we tried to get as much out of it as we could. For all of our good intentions, we found that it is somewhat harder than it is pictured to live up to the standards that we had set for ourselves. 1 his discovery did not stop us either, for we went at our work with redoubled vigor, and so stepped to a new class. We were highly elated to find ourselves Juniors, to be considered upper classmen and respected by the Seniors. This was a wonderful feeling and we began to look on school as a necessity. Having now grown quite used to hard study, we managed to keep well within the limits set by our teachers. If we ran over these bounds there were always the poor work slips to recall us from our play. In the meantime we were Juniors, worry wasn’t a part of our

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Motto: A.mbition H.onor S.uccess Colors: Purple and Gold Flower: Violet Yell: Stand on your head Stand on your feet Senior Class Can’t be beat. Officers: Pres.—Clinton Hammond Vice-Pr . s.-—Harriette Smith Sec. and Treas. —SELMA CLAUSEN