Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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:

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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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THE TAHOIVIA Naught of care or sorrow lfnow they,- As the butterflies, their day. To our regret we see them fljgingg How short the time that youth will stay! In this last scene the maid and youth are At the harp and at the book And their hearts are high uplifted, Solemn and devout their loolf. Life in earnest lies before them, just a few short weelfs between. This is your pastg loolf to your future, TlIe passing class, nineteen-sixteen. 'QQ A SUMMER RI-IAPSODY fpronouncecl rap-soclynl BY BASIL WESLEY ELLIS In only Seven Reels PROLOCUE The poet leaned upon his hoe And lficlfed the brown earth with his toe Above, the sun, in cloudless slfies Smiled brightly at his heavy sighs. Why worlg when Nature is at rest? To muse on verse, that life is best. Don't blame the poet, blame the heat For all the lines I now repeat. f The poet lay beneath the shade And watched the cows so peaceful wade In streams that thru the meadows roam- Behold! The heatls gone to his dome! REEL I.-THE TIME The green grass grew all around about As-grass is apt to do PVhen seven months have passed along And summer is yet new. Seven fruitless months have vanishedg The leap year is half done: The veteran flame sighed sadly,- The prize was yet unwon.