Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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9 W ., f V r t I . THE CASTLE But stay, these walls, these ivy-clad arcades, These moulalering plinths, these sad and blaclgenezl shafts, These vague entablatures, this crumbling frieze, These shattered cornices, this wreck, this ruin, These stones alas! these gray stones-are they all, All of the famed anzl the' colossal left By the corrosive hours io Fate anal me. -Poe

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26 THE T that night, a'ravin' and out of his head. Some guessed, that was in the hunch, but most never knew why it was that, after the wind turned 'round an' the Fire was beat, an' after he'd got well again, Fred never grinned at a joke or made fun with the rest of the boys. He hated too much, an' he got punished fur it, an' that's the point of the story. E.m'ly an' Joe was married that year, an' moved away to the city-but they never AI-IOMA knew, either, at all. Outside there was the crunching of feet on the gravelly road, and through the window I saw the figures of men in the moonlight. I knew what it was- they were taking Fred home! I turn- ed to Dad. HAnd George-P I began, a choke in my voice. Fred gets a funeraif' said Dad, as he moved to the door: but George -they don't know- the Fire does. XrQT3X Y ,, x . -. R 1 2 'E -Q Ss sg in gs - -e it ffn ml Vg, lrl11 e Virijjfgif Q

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1 28 Tl-IE. TAI-IOMA Another Thorn GRACE DixoN 'l4. E, I-Ill? botany laliloratofgy seemed 'Nfl . t e iottest an stu lest p ace that the sixth period class is could conceive. Indeed, they found it twenty-five degrees hot- ter than it really was. The sun beat through the light-colored window shades, which shut out what little breeze th-ere was. The tables and sink were littered with dandelions, so sickly and ugly and yellowg the waste- paper baskets were filled with the re- mainder of the scotch broom, brighter than the danelions, and as thoroughly detestable to the class. Frequently some one sighed deeply, and remarked for the dozenth time that it was hot, but made no further effort at conver- sation. At twenty minutes past two, Beth Mitchell closed her manual with a de- cisive slap on the cover. There, I shan't do another thing this day, she exclaimed, turning round on her stool and adjusting the wide blue bow which so effectively showed off her light brown hair. Now, Jess Winslow, you can just suit yourself, she continued, patting the bow into a more becoming position, and glancing at her friend on the other side of the table. I-Ieat, my dear Jessg look how poor Bobby's perspiringlf' Poor Bobby was lVlr. Irving, the only botany teacher of whom the school could boast. He had admir- ably lilled the place left vacant by the sudden illness of the little old ma.n with the forgetful ways, who mixed the boys' andthe girls' names, and who loved flowers with his whole soul. Two days before the spring term com- menced Mr. Irving arrived, effectively dressed. I-le had an interesting manner, a pleasant voice, and was next door to being good-looking. Immediately a goodly number signed up for botany. In fact, the classes were over-crowded, and this was attributed to the fact that the spring term of botany is always more interesting than the fall. At least, this was the reason that one of the girls in the junior class gave Beth Mitchell two days after Mr. Irving arrived. As I expected, another victim of the botany mania, laughed Beth. Of course I'm going to sign up. My case is every inch as bad as yours. I-Ie's simply a dear, she finished, with the consciousness of pronouncing a decision eagerly awaited by her clique. So these became the only words used to describe the new botany teacherg that is, these were the only ones used by the girls, the boys, however, having dozens. Isri't that a cunning frown? she went on now to Jess. Oh, it's those abominable dande- lions that have been annoying him, Beth laughed as Mr. Irving removed a large jar of them from his desk to the floor. I-Ie glanced around his class and smiled at the amusement in the girls' faces, remarking that the sixth period ended at two thirty. This was ad- dressed to the boys, and was meant for the class, of course. We understand, Beth whispered, as she leisurely pulled a dandelion to