Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE TAHOMA PAGAN BLOOD CLAUDE BRENNAN '17 A beam o-' golden sunlight's fallin' Right across my boolf, an' I Can'i see a word o' hisfry for the glory O' the slgy. Someone's got a window open And the air's all sweet and thrillin' With the scent 0' sun-drenched flowers: And the Rol1in's trilling'. Gee, but it's hard to sit in school, when the fune-time's calling me! Say-1'd just like to up and RUN Until 1'd found a shady noolg: With grass anal' waving trees and sunlight- Dappled, laughin' laroolf. An' then, I guess I'd lay right. down An' hide my face in clover An' soak up FULL o' sweet func smells, that drench the world over. Gee! how CAN a fellow stay, when func-iime's Catlin' him? A week or two' an' we'll be free, An' then the joy-crammed, sunlit hours Rompin' thru the spicy woods, huntin' wild- Wood Bowers. I hear the sandy beaches' lure Callin' us to row and jish An' splash an' romp and get sun-peeled, an' Nothin' left to wish! Gee, 1'm wastin' lots o' time-an' fune- YTime's callin' me. Then, there's the nights-the golden moon- The dew-wet rose scent in. the air! The quiet sweet, the night-bird's song- The moonlight in HER hair! Say, ihere's magic in the air! It makes us thinly such funny things A We'd laugh at, come the day, but now the Night just sings. Cee, it's great to he so young, an' june-time Callin' me!

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S E 5 THE TAI-IOMA - ii, ,-,-ff ' CLASS POEM 'I 6 In our Freshman days gone by Even though our trials were few, Senior life seemed far beyond us And our battles strangely new. R. I-I. But with brave determination And a longing to do right We buclgtled do-wn to business: To work with main and might. Hard we labored, often stumbling, Yet our work was mixed with play, For our teachers, friends and classmates Helped to gladden our way. Now our High-school days are over, Yet our work seems scarce begun: So, Seniors, let's a little higher, That folks may say: Your worlf's well done.'

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THE TAI-IOMA School is fun-sometimes-an' I Thinlg winter's great-in slfatin' time- But say! Twelve month 0' func is my idea O' Heaven's clime. An' if I have to stay right here I wish they'd shut the windows tight An' pull the blinds, shut out the spell o' func-tirne's golden light: Cause if they d0n't-I'll have to come1 Where func-time's callin' me. QQ TI-IE CRYSTAL GAZER JENNESS BONNELL '16 Draw the mysterious curtains closer, Gaze within the crystal ball And yo-ur life shall be unfolded,- Present, future, past and all. Gaze with me and never falter: Let your spirit leave its shell, Let it trace its footsteps backwards, Thru the paths it knows so well. Now, this globe seems clear and glass-like But the shadows 'gin to form, Talfing shape with marvellous quickness Lilfe to clouds before a storm. There, the picture is completed, Out of chaos, beauty steppedg See you not the youth and maiden Robed in white, with flowers decked? Gazing round with eyes whose clearness Shames the stars which shine at night: Eyes whose solemn, questioning wonder Takes in all within their sight. They-but there, they fade and vanish But return again, yet changed,- Now the robes are bright and gay trimmed With more art and eiort arranged 5 Cone the loolf so clean and solemng The eyes are bold, yet turn and fleeg Proud the manner, yet self-conscious: How sad that they changed should be! Now we've lost them-now we find them Dancing 'mid a joyous throng, See them tread the graceful measure: Voices raised in happy song: