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

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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

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WESTERN WASHINGTON ACADEMY 1929 Soj phomores fgm , ■ ; i- f t 1 mli jHm mi I SOPHOMORE CLASS This is the sophomore class of ’29. Now don’t you all think it’s pretty fine? Of course you’ll want to know who we are And so I’ll introduce you this very hour. Earl Mooers comes first in line; He’s full of mischief and that’s just fine. There’s Carlin Gibson with bright red hair — And next is Carmen Grandy, who fun will always share. Next comes Neil Hardcastle, Luella Foley, and William Lowe, Followed by Ruth Gibson, Vernon Johnson, and Eileen Ingersoll you know. And who’s the next? Oh, Reginald De Vice is he. What a fine young preacher he is going to be. Miss Julin and Carol Lyman are the last ones on the row. And so now to the middle row at last we’ll have to go. Forrest Reynolds, Dorothy Trimble, Stanley Clark, and Retta Ball, Julius Hardy, Ruthie Clark, Gordon Davis and that’s all. On the left hand corner next to Elmer Henderson, Are Mr. Albert Johnson and charming Barbara Young. Next in line is Charles Ross Who for a good joke is never at a loss. Now, though no poet I claim to be The one who’s sitting next is me. The young man here. Can you give his name? As principal of our school he’s won undying fame. ’Tis Professor Losey, and Mr. Leonard Dahlbeck by his side. Edith Walch, Ted Mooers, and June Corpron are also here, And Benjamin da Silva the last one of our class this year! Now with me I’m sure you’ll all agree That a finer, better looking class you never could have hoped to see. And so I’m going to share a secret that I want you all to hear . . . As we’re no t going to fill these places for a single other year: We hope that when the next year comes a-roiling round There will not a single empty chair around this place be found. Just make all haste to take your place with every wholesome grace And make this next school year far better than the last. —Olive Houde. [17] i