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

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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]

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WESTERN WASHINGTON ACADEMY 1929 Away back in the mountains, jar up the heights he climbed, Up nearer God and heaven, up nearer things sublime, For long days toiled he, hopeful, worked long with might and main, Rose with the sun at daybreak and dug till evening came. He dug into the hillside, through loam and sand and clay, He blasted heavy boulders that lodged within his way. The cold winds blew upon him, the scorching sun beat down, The clouds rolled dark, forboding, rain soaked the thirsty ground; Then finally he found it, the last great stone was rolled, The treasure lay around him in tiny grains of gold. Classmates: We have climbed the mountain, and have left the world behind, To delve into God’s storehouse, far richer than any mine, And thus we’ve struggled onward, have studied, worked, and played, Dark clouds were oft around us, and in despair we prayed. As we have dug for knowledge in search through books galore, We’ve found wealth everlasting, true life, a goodly store; As we have labored onward to reach our worthy goals, We’ve striven to reach that greater mark, the mark that wins our soids. And now we have reached a milepost which in our lives will stay, A bright and cheering guid eboard to guide along life’s way. We owe to you, dear parents, much more than we can tell, You guided us from infancy and lifted when we fell; All through the dreary journey you walked along beside, And to you all our joys and trials we always could confide. All that we ever are, or ever hope to be, Fathers and Mothers, loyal, we owe it all to thee. Dear teachers, now to you we give our sincere heartfelt praise, We shall e’er remember your earnest Christian ways; For you’ve helped us in our troubles, and when the way seemed dark You prayed with us and aided us, and now we’ve reached this mark- And now we bid you all farewell, you whom we’ve learned to love, And if on earth we meet no more, we hope to meet above; Let you who’ve known us all so well, wherever you may be, Think of us and all these days, as golden memories. —Queenie Peck- i [151