Fife High School - Illahee Yearbook (Fife, WA)

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ILLAHEE 9 S U PERIN TENDEN T'S PAGE Just a Moment Just a moment! What a common phrase! Such an every- day beggarly plea! And yet it is sometimes necessary to ask for a small amount of that most valuable of all qualities, Time. Time's the king of men, He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave. This is Shakespeare's estimation of the importance of Time. The more we think of it, the more we realize that he was just about right. We have, of course, heard this idea before. Sermons and proverbs for impressing this on our minds have been handed out to us since earliest childhood. The outstanding by-word of our American civilization today is Hurry, Our World is full of inventors striving to add to our already long list of time-saving devices. We are living and traveling at a rate of speed unheard of in the past. The public have millions of dollars invested in timepieces, so that they may know the time of day. But there is a possibility of carrying all this too far. It may be that We are so anxious to make the best of every moment that rest and relaxation are neglected. That faithful little engine of life, the heart, is -said to be Working constantly, yet the fact is that it pauses after each beat to take a short rest, thereby con- serving and rebuilding its strength. We can well pattern after that heart of ours. All Work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. In trying to follow this proverb we must remember that the right kind of rest is not loafing, but reconstructive rest. Mere absence of occupation is not rest. Even in resting the time may be well spent. There is an old yarn about the poultryman who had electric lights for his chickens and arranged to have day and night several times every twenty-four hours. It worked well for awhile, but after six months the hens began to die of old age. Such stories are not supposed to have morals, but we might find one here neverthe'ess. Let us strive to learn the value of time, learn to appreciate it, and, above all, learn to divide it and apportion it, so that we may become master of our own time rather than a slave to it. Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes, Is a miser who always wants guineas for groatsg He keeps all his customers still in arrears By lending them minutes and charging them years. L. E. RYNNING, Superintendent.

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ILLAHEE THE FACULTY HILDUR CRONQUIST L. E. RYNNING, SUPT. MRS. ISABEL IEOALER HARRY A. ENOCHS MRS. FRANCES MCCLANE JOHN S. BIXBY MARY JOY HUTCHINSON R. L. PARK

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ILLAHEE S enior C lass Poem The Senior Class has braved the strife, And now their ship comes in. They wave farewell to the times at Fife, Ne'er to return again. It's many a stormy sea they've braved, And many a fight they've hadg And now at last they're being paid, And saying a farewell sad. Some people say they've a mighty ine crowd, And everyone must agree, VVhile the Senior Class is justly proud Of their many a victory. Their ship is heavy laden With fruits of the four years' toils, And in truth again 'tis spoken, To the victors belong the spoils. MARIE TRICKEL, '27