Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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6 THE HYAK It is along this line of true education we believe you have been led in this seminary, and in this sense that you have gone from strength to strength. Furthermore, I am not ashamed, nay, rather I am proud to say, that along with other good influences the highest of all good influences has been thrown around you here, the influence of the religion of Jesus Christ, who is today the Great Teacher, the Highest and Purest Example of right living and right do- ing. Whatsoever you have learned of Him and from Him has made you strong indeed and will enable yuo to go on from strength to strength, for believing in Him, trusting in Him and following Him in the way whithersoever He shall lead, will at length make you conqueror with Him. And now as you go forth from this school you will learn more and more from experience that school-days are not yet done. It may be a commonplace to say that we pass from the life of school to the school of life. Nevertheless there is a great truth beneath it all. For life worth the living is indeed a school in which we are ever learning— the goal is ever before us and toward it we must ever be pressing onward, going from strength to strength as we beat back temptations, endure trials, over- come obstacles, looking only and always for the rest which remaineth” in that land of far-distances, but from which even now flow the streams of living water to refresh and strengthen us by the way. Go forward, then, strong and ever stronger in the strength which comes not from self alone, but also from Him whose strength is made perfect in our weakness. He will go with you all through life’s journey to guide you, help you and keep you. So you shall go from strength to strength and at last attain the crown which fadeth not away. CLASS DAY. CLASS OF ’02. Motto— “P arce Mem.” COLORS— Brown and Yellow. Tree— P ersimmon. Flower— B rown Eyed Susan. PROGRAMME Address of Welcome MISS ELLEN LAWLER Class Poem MISS WINIFRED LOOMIS Prophecy MISS HILDA VAETH Planting of the Tree MISS SARA POSNER Presentation of Spades MISS MARY KAUTZ CLASS SONG Classes Will Mementos ) Farewell j ' MISS MARY KAUTZ MISS MELLIE HUBBARD

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THE HYAK 5 than you were the day you first came here, and the strength which you have acquired does not consist, let me remind you, merely, or even chi efly, in the facts which you have stored up in your memories. For much of the learning from books, how- ever carefully gathered and nicely packed away in memory ' s storehouse, soon becomes covered with dust and is forgotten. I sometimes take down from the shelves in the attic the old books which I have studied in days gone by, and which I con- tinue to treasure as mementos of my book learning, and as I turn their pages I find myself trying to recall something from them, ami with some of them I have to confess that they are even more Greek to me now than they ever were. But while the facts go, the power of the facts oftentimes re- mains. For along with the acquiring of facts there comes silent- ly, slowly and without observation the development of latent powers of mind and will which powers, with continued exercise in other fields and amid new experiences go on from strength to strength. For true education, according to the literal derivation of the word is ever a leading forth — not a cramming in — a lead- ing forth of the powers of the mind, and the training of these powers for us. I know full well that in the light of some of the modern and so-called “ up-to-date’ ’ methods of education this state- ment may sound old-fashioned, for in some schools which I have known the leading idea has seemed to be to get through all the books possible and take as many short cuts as possible, with little regard to the principles involved, and with very little regard, if any, to the indirect, and, as 1 am convinced the chief benefits of study— the ability to think independently and rea- son logically. And the results of much of these modern meth- ods are only too apparent all about us in the readiness to fol- low almost any fad which presents itself, and in the willingness to regard firmness for principle and for truth as evidence of narrowness, and, on the contrary, haziness of thought and laxity of principle as synonymous with broad and liberal mindedness. It seems to be forgotten that great breadth is sometimes com- patible with exceeding thinness. In view of all this, we need not fear to insist upon the strict meaning of education as a leading forth— a leading forth, if you will, to the knowledge of the truth, through acquaintance with the facts of history, science, mathematics, of what not— but cer- tainly along with this the leading forth of the powers of the mind and heart and will to use these facts in the experience of life.

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THE H YAK THE ADDRESS OF WELCOME. The long-looked for events of commencement have arrived, and this afternoon we welcome you here to our classday. Many people have said class days are stupid and uninter- esting and that they are all alike, but ours is certainly differ- ent from any other, because we are different from any other girls in the world. We cannot tell you how glad we are that there are so many interested in us, in our work and in our play, and our apprecia- tion cannot be better proven than by the great delight we take in having you with us this afternoon. There are, perhaps, some among you who have passed through this same happy event and can remember how glad and proud they were to receive their friends on this same day, and we shall, perhaps, feel much the same when, a few years hence, we look back and think of the many hard struggles that had to be encountered, and the many happy days spent before we, as a class of six, graduated from the Annie Wright Seminary. Ellen Lawler. CLASS POEM . What is so rare as a day in June, they say, And especially, when that day is our class day; That rare day seems th’ rarest, sweetest, best Of all ; when hearts are young and hearts are gay. Our class of six, so lately called a class. Because like atoms, all from different parts. We’ve slowly drawn together, slow and sure. Until this day, a perfect molecule— We stand before you. First course is Mellie; Our paper founder, editor and chief. You would not think, to gaze on her, that she— The very soul of humor is, and wit and fun. Come bubbling forth as easily from her, As from Maria, that mischief whom we see In Twelfth Night. Next is Mary. She is the one Whom from a certain fondness that is hers. We call class baby. Generous to extreme, And tender-hearted to the shy, new girls. She’s full of fun and surely always ready To enter any sport with heart and soul. Then Sara, quiet, staid, hard to befriend. But once she calls you friend, you’re that for aye.