Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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.

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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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8 THE HYAK Our gay one, Ellen, fond, too, of society, And dances, parties all are her delight. Hilda is so demure, you don’t first see. The imp that ' s lurking iu her deep brown eyes. Our summer girl is she; and thus we end Our list, for me, you see before you here. When after this June day we separate To fight our fight in this small world of ours, We ' ll each one do her best, find the smallest niche. Where she is needed and we hope we may, As time goes by, remember this our school. Our Alma Mater dear to all of us. Her teachings not in learning ' s way alone. Hut in the example of true womanhood. Here urged upon may ever mindful be Of all the unselfish care and watchfulness By which we’ve been surrounded in these walls. Winifred Loomis. CLASS PROPHESY . Among the many singular incidents which happened dur- ing my stay at Pompeii was the encounter with the Witch of Vesuvius, of which I will tell you. While making my third ascent of Vesuvius I became so fatigued that I begged the party to leave me to rest on a rock near the base of the great mountain. After being assured by the guide that there was absolutely no danger, the others went on, and I sat for a while lazily watching them as they pain- fully made their way up the steep places, but soon I became restless and started to move around and examine the crevices in the mountain side. Several extended inward a number of feet and there were some in which a man might almost stand upright. One of these seemed especially large and lead farther in than the rest, so I decided to explore its depth. After I had gone about twenty feet I came to a sudden turn and immediately found myself in the cave of a horrible looking hag. At first I was about to scream, but instinctively I remembered the loneliness of the place and realized that a cry from me might only enfuriate the witch. I stood there motion- less from fear, unable to take my eyes from her hideous face. She gazed at me a while with her glittering snakey eyes and then asked in a low hissing voice, “What is your wish, prin- cess?” It suddenly struck me that there might even yet be some true witches left in the world, and that this one might give me the desire of my heart, that of knowing what had