Auburn Adventist Academy - Rainier Vista Yearbook (Auburn, WA)

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CLASS POEM Our guiding star leads upward, And may it lead afar, While we through work are plodding, With eyes upon that star. While wisely seeking knowledge Through knowledge getting wise, Forever pressing onward And striving for God’s prize. Although we love our schoolmates Ambition’s goal on high Is challenging our courage To work until we die. The teachers in their kindness Have helped us on our way; Now we are loath to leave them On this Commencement Day. We aim to be of service To God and fellowman, To do our duty humbly In ev’ry way we can. Who would be great in heaven A servant here must be, With truth upon his standard Through all eternity. All those who serve with pleasure Shall twice reap their reward, On earth, a life of virtue, In heav’n, God’s great regard. In struggling for perfection No idle hours we’ll spend; With God as our great Helper We’ll work until the end. Olive Maritta Hunt ’27 Page twenty CLASS SONG Oh, here’s to a school that appeals to the heart, And it stands on a beautiful hill, Each schoolmate we love, and our teachers so true Ev’ry heart with deep gratitude fill. Four years in thy classrooms have taught us some things Which through life we shall never forget, And as we continue to work toward our goal We will cherish the friends we have met. So lead us, dear Savior, as upward we climb Toward great heights which to us are unknown, That when Thou dost come at that great judgment day Thou wilt claim each of us as Thine own. Chorus We leave thee, still loving thee, school on the hill, We regret we no longer can stay; But loud we will praise thee and scatter thy fame, Dear old W. W. A. Olive Maritta Hunt ’27

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CLASS HISTORY Should you ask me whence these histories, Whence these legends and traditions, With the happy pranks of childhood With the sunny days of manhood, With their frequent repetitions. I should answer, I should tell you From the home life and the school life, From the lips of faithful mothers From the duties and the pleasures Spent together here all winter, Came these words and I repeat them. From the northern shores of Bremerton, From the northern lakes and rivers, Came to us one straight and manly Came to us John Peterson. From a high school year in Sumner, To our school upon the hill, Where for three school years he studied, Worked and labored with a will. Next there comes a maiden fair, With dancing eyes, and golden hair, Delights in studies, work or fun. You know Genevieve; she’s the one. From the cold Canadian country, From the land of ice and snow, Came a laddie and a maiden Sturdy Englishmen you know. Irene Sears and Harold Jewkes, Exempt always from rebukes, Here for studies that’s the thing, And to say, “Long live the King.” From the city of Tacoma, From the town of lumber fame, Students once began a-comin’ And they came and came and came. Came the tall ones and the short ones, Came the boys and came the girls. Came one Dorothy who does wonders, As her paintbrush gaily twirls. Came Maritta with her gift All common things to beauty lift, With great power of her magic pen Strongest influence does she lend. Came a jolly happy student, With a heart brimful of fun, Sure enough you know it’s Glenna, She can keep one on the run. Tacoma claims another daughter, Though no poet claim I to be. Yet there seems no way around it, The only word that rhymes is “me.” O ' er the mountains from our college, To this happy school of ours, Came another lad among us, Kenneth with his selling powers. From the southland o’er the main. From the land of oyster fame, Came a dark-eyed slender beauty, With a love for every duty. Came this modest little Feme, Came she here to live and learn. From a city of the northland, On the shores of Puget Sound, Came to us one tall and noble, Archie in whose life is found Traits of character most sound. Then from Sumner—quite a town, Comes a lad of some renown, Full of wit, yet thoughtful too, In Earl we find a friend most true. Filled with awe were all the Seniors As they heard the gladsome news, That Christine whose grades were highest, Should receive the honors due. O’er the drive of Chuckanut, Comes a lad of stature tall, Spending all four years among us, Milton—right on time each fall. Then from Auburn comes a lad, Who has won scholastic fame, By his strong determined effort Holland Rogers is his name. And from Seattle then we find, A student with a leader’s mind. In sport and fun, in work or play, You’ll find Harold leads the way. From the trail of Oregon, Where the air with rose is laden, Came a youth who’s very tall, And a laughing pink-cheeked maiden, Donald with a heart sincere, Mabel with a smile for all. Two more names must now be added, Two more scholars of renown, “Magnet’s” business they have guided. Things go right when they’re around. Sure you know them, Charles and Arthur, For them success is not much farther. Now I’ve told you of our numbers, Told you of their work and fame, Told you of their talents many— Where they’ll go, and whence they came. Thus these happy days are ended, But our life work’s just begun, Onward to our aim we’re pressing, Ever onward, one by one. Marguerite Violet Cox, ’27. Page nineteen

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PRESID ENT’S ADDRESS Dear Parents, Board Members, Faculty, Fellow Students, and Friends: It is with pride and happiness that we, the Senior class of Western Washington Academy, are gathered here on this memor¬ able night of our lives. But mingled with our emotions of pride and happiness there is also a feeling of lingering sadness which, though undefinable, yet exists on all occasions like this. Pride and happiness, because the prize for which we have struggled is now ours. Sadness because we realize that our sojurn here is almost ended, and we must leave our schoolmates, and the teachers whom we have learned to love and who have been a source of inspiration to spur us on to a nobler life. Perhaps we may never meet again on this earth, but we are made very happy in the thought that if we faithfully follow our great Example and live according to His will, we will spend eternity together in that land where none shall ever say “Good bye!” We have chosen as our motto “Our Guiding Star Leads Upward,” with the thought that our guiding star should be that great Example, Jesus Christ. May the principles of character here guide us in the right channels and bear fruit as we pursue our life’s journey. Only as we keep our eye on that Star can this be possible. As the North Star points out the way for ships on the ocean, so we will look to our Star to point out to us the way on life’s stormy sea. As we leave this school, which will always linger in our mem¬ ories, and come in contact with the stern realities of life, with its struggles, trials, temptations, defeats, and victories, then we will realize fully what this motto means to us. Then we will be thankful for havin g had the opportunity of attending Western Washington 1 “ Academy. We have completed one step in the preparation of a life of A service in God’s vineyard. It is good to feel that we are a necessary V part of the Divine plan, and that every one of us, no matter how J humble of origin, is placed upon this earth in a particular sphere, 1 for a definite purpose with an individual mission that no one but ourselves can perform. We know that God holds our destinies in the hollow of His hand and shapes our paths according to His own all-wise design. Tonight we dedicate ourselves to a life of “Service.” Our calling is sacred. Our path is safe, whatever it may be, for we are assured of divine leading as we step forth from the happy environment which has surrounded us at this Christian school. John Peterson, ’27. Page twenty-one