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

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1929 THE MAGNET ARNIE ROBERTS W. W. A. ’25-’29; Art Editor of Annual ’29. She delights in learning Well fitted in the arts. VERNER E. HOPKE Sedro Woolley High School ’24-’26; W. W. C. ’26-’27; W. W. A. ’27-’29: Sergeant-at Arms of Student Association ’29; Snap Editor of Annual ’29. This Hopke, a mighty man is he. And you cant help liking him. GOLDIE OLETHA GOLLEDGE W. W. A. ’26-’29; Assistant Circulation Manager Magnet ’29; Leader Sunshine Band ’29. A smiling countenance, a hearty laugh, In making life pleasant, counts more than half. MIRIAM G. PEASE W. W. A. ’25-’29. Practical, musical and sweet; A useful life, to make it complete. HARRY TUPPER W. W. A. ’25-’29. A quiet chap, with the muscle and grit to climb. [12]

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1929 THE MAGNET Class Prophecy S I SAT ON the divan, gazing into the blazing embers of the fireplace, my thoughts wandered back eleven years to the dear classmates of ’29. Gradually I became aware that I was not alone in the room, for a weezened little man was standing by my side, asking me what it was that I so much desired. I said to him in a whisper, If it is in your power to do as you desire, please take me to where each of my classmates is tonight, that I may see how they are progressing.” Before I was quite through speaking he touched my shoulder and uttered some words which I did not understand. Gradually there came before my vision a great institution, white like marble, nestled among the beautiful hills of California. Entering and passing through long corridors, we met a young doctor. I had not the slightest idea that little man would introduce him as Lloyd Silver, but that’s just who it was. Lloyd reported great success in his profession and upon asking some of the patients about him, I found that he was a very able and much-loved physician. Stepping into one of the wards, my guide led me to the opposite side of the room where a doctor and a nurse were bending over the bed of a patient. As we neared they turned around and I recognized the sweet smile of Violet Irons and manly countenance of Howard Finke. Of course I was not surprised because I knew that wherever Howard was he would be sure to climb to the top. I was made happy when he told us that Violet was his best nurse. Before I wished, the scene was changed and I found myself in a cozy little cottage by the sea. My hostess was an old schoolmate, Berith Brown. I heard sweet music which seemed to be actually sung in the very room, although in reality it came from a thousand miles away—Station WEMC. The beautiful sacred hymn touched my heart as I listened and tried to remember where I had heard that voice before. The song was ended and we heard the announcer say that we had been listening to The Holy City,” sung by the noted soloist, Mildred Boyer. The next hour,” we were told, will be given over to the famous Evangelist Keith Gift. His sermon is entitled ' The New Eden,’ and will come to you from his Tabernacle on the corner of Sixth and Washington Streets.” As I listened, I remembered the good talks he used to give at W. W. A. My emotions were stirred as I saw familiar scenes which recalled to my mind the happy days I had spent at W. W. A. What could bring me back here, I won¬ dered, but my wondering ceased as I saw Harry Tupper who was following the traditions of the Tupper family and was the present farm manager of W. W. A. He informed us that Arnie Roberts who is now Art Editor of the Signs of the Times,” was visiting her parents who still live in Auburn. He also told us that if we could stay until chapel time we would hear her talk. We were on our way to the admin¬ istration building when I saw it no more. In its place stood the straw-covered hut of an African dwelling. In front of the low entrance stood an animated young woman, devotedly teaching a group of small African children . . . the gospel of Christ. I always knew that Goldie would become a missionary because in the academic days her many deeds were devoted to others. I wished to speak to her but instead of the mission scene I realized I was back in the United States at the nation’s capital, and instead of the little dispensary I had been visiting, I was at the (Continued on page 56) [14]