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

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1928 THE MAGNET Class Poem ’28 A daring knight, in silver clad, upon a jet black steed Rode forth one night—nor thought of danger stayed, His brave young heart thrilled with the thought of conquest still unfound And through the angry storm, was unafraid. He met his foe, and long and furious the duel raged Until fatigued and faint he almost fell, But ah, just one short moment more and he the victor stood Above the vanquished foe, his praise to tell. Like him we too have ridden forth to meet a maddened foe, Like him we’ve met and struggled long, and fought, Like him we’ve won! And still we follow in his noble path Since we have gained the prize for which we sought. For after victory, unsatisfied, the knight rode on In search of other conquests, other foes. And so like him we dare not pause with heart content to stay But must press op ’ere we our ardor lose. Beloved Parents, ’tis to you we owe our deepest gratitude, ’Tis you who o’er these happy years, now past and gone, Have hoped and feared and wished and prayed and still through all loved on ’Tis through your love and for you that we’ve won! Dear Teachers, you deserve the thanks we bring to you today, ’Neath that first blow we’d fallen but for you. Your cheery smiles and friendly words have guided all the way, ’Tho we must leave,—you’ll find us each true blue! Schoolmates, think not that in these days of planning, work and fun You are left out, with not a single share, Ah no! And after we have gone from these beloved halls In memory’s vision oft we’ll see you there. Classmates, this day is given to us by God’s own mighty h and; Its hours may bring us joy or woe untold, Our future now is fashioned by our own young trembling hands. Oh, may we sense the wondrous power we hold! This day let us more firmly place our feeble trusting hearts Within our Father’s mighty arms, nor fear— And follow on, where he may lead, in sweet submissiveness Until his rich, “Well done, my child,” we hear. —Doris Libby MOTTO Others” COLOR FLOWER Old Ivory and Lavender Tea Rose AIM Nothing Short of the Highest ” s- Page Twenty-two

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WESTERN WASHINGTON ACADEMY 1928 Page Twenty-one

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WESTERN WASHINGTON ACADEMY 1928 President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant at Arms c Uhe Juniors Howard Finks Frances Johnson Ruth Nerlun d Lewis Larson Warren Halverson J UST three short years ago, we arrived here at Western Washington Academy as timid Freshmen to set our feet for the first time on the hard and stony paths to knowledge. How great and wise the Seniors did seem then, and the Juniors and Sophomores were awe-inspiring with all their learning. But what are we today? The Sophomores of that day are now Seniors, and a wondrous transformation has come about, and instead of a timid group of Freshmen, we are twenty Juniors, earnestly and ambitiously working toward a shining goal. Three mile posts on this stony road have been passed, and the end of our happy academic days can be dimly seen. The members of the Junior class have a variety of accomplishments. The director and several members of the orchestra are Juniors. We have pianists and singers in our class also. Three members are in the art class, and the chorus is greatly swelled by twenty-niners. We all have a strong love for W. W. A. and every one is loyal to our Class of ’29 and to our school. —Arnie Roberts Page Twenty-three