Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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10 THE HYAK the rest in these familiar expressions, ‘ Quiet girls, quiet—” “History repeats itself—” “Now, in New York—” “I know, but if each one would do what she knew was right—” The scene shifted again, and much to my sorrow I had to leave Mary and her maidens, whom I soon forgot in the en- chantment of the next vision. It. was a street in front of the dear old Annie Wright Seminary in Tacoma, and as I stood spellbound gazing at all the beloved objects round about and longing for one of the luscious persimmons which hung -on our own class tree, I saw Miss Port come out of the door of the Seminary looking just as she did when I left school for college. But I had no chance to gaze on her longer as I heard a terrific noise and, turning quickly to avoid being run over, if possible. I saw an automobile lumbering down the street. It was the original model, I should judge from the noise. I just caught a glimpse of its occupant, whom I recognized as Sara Posner, then a cloud of smoke from the machine enveloped her, and she was gone. Again for the last time the scene changed, and I saw Ellen Lawler surrounded by a laughing group of children seated be- fore the fireplace reading bedtime stories. She seemed happy and really enjoyed the tales as much as the little folks. In one corner of the room I saw the form of a man stretched on the divan taking his after-dinner nap. 1 thought I recognized the form, but was not sure, and dare not say. After the last picture had faded away the witch beckoned me, and as I hurried past her I slipped a coin into her hand. I was even then too awed in her presence to pretend to thank her and was exceedingly happy to get out into the fresh air and sunlight after the uncanny surroundings of her cave. But this experience I have always recorded as the most fortunate, yet awe-inspiring, of my life. Hilda Vaeth. THE PLANTING OF THE TREE. Not long ago we seniors were holding an important meet- ing to decide upon an appropriate class-tree. We thought and argued, but came to no decision. At length we were interrupted by a knock at the door, and a little fairy came in telling us she knew of our trouble and would aid us in getting what we wished. With this she was gone, leaving us in such amazement that we all held our breath and stared at each other. Naturally we could do nothing more, si) our meeting ad- journed to be called the next day. No sooner were we seated

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THE HYAK 9 become of my classmates in the Annie Wright Seminary. So, with fear and trembling I said, “O show me, thou discerner of the future, what my classmates are doing.” Immediately she beckoned me with her long, crooked finger toward the fire. Frightened though I was. I could not help obeying her. I was simply impelled forward by her will. When I- reached the fireplace I saw an immense cauldron simmering over the coals. I he witch waved her scrawny arms once, twice, thrice, over the cauldron, repeating a charm ending with the familiar refrain, ‘‘Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” As I stood there looking into the inky blackness of the pot. suddenly the surface was greatly agitated. Lurid blue flames arose and a black smoke surrounded the witch. A numb- ing sensation crept over my body and my head whirled. In an instant all was over and I was gazing on a beautiful broad street lined on both sides with large shade trees and broad paved walks. 1 recognized this to be one of the principal boule- vards in I’aris. There were many people promenading up and down, but one couple especially caught my eye. Something about the tall, stately form of the woman seemed familiar to me. She was talking earnestly with her companion, a tall, dark Frenchman, and as they passed I heard him say. ‘‘Yes, in if red, that is without exception your masterpiece, the car- rots are so natural.” Surely Winifred could not still be doing carrots, but then I almost forgot that “practice makes perfect.” Hut I had no further time for consideration, for the scene was swiftly changing, and I saw a comely woman in Mother Hubbard and sunbonnct coming down a quiet country lane, a dinner-pail strung over her arm. She was evidently carrying her husband his midday meal to the mill which I could hear tri biding awa in the woods. But which one of my companions could this be. It puzzled me. but not for long, as I soon heard her burst into a raphsody of song something to this effect— “Tell me not in idle numbers Senior life is but a dream, For the soil is dead that slumbers And seniors are not all they seem.” 1 his was Mel lie lluhhard and the song one of our own ver- sions of Longfellow. Again the scene changed and I saw Mary Kautz, I could not mistake her, presiding over a school of neat, bright looking young ladies. They seemed to be having a lively discussion and every once in a while I heard Mary’s shrill voice pitched above

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THK HYAK 11 than we were again interrupted by the same tiny visitor, but this time shi had a young tree. We were all greatly perplexed to learn its name, till one of the girls from Central Illinois recog- nized it to be the persimmon. She told us that its blossoms were our chosen colors, the brown and yellow; that it is a shapely tree and will add greatly to the beauty and adornment of the grounds of the Annie Wright Seminary; that it is not a native tree and would enable the botany class to study a new species. Deep in Mother Earth at the foot of this tree we sh all bury a scroll containing our names, thus to leave something further to hand down to posterity. We hope that when the girls enjoy the shade of this hon- ored tree the thought of the seniors of ’02 will not only inspire them with the desire to plant a tree to the succeeding classes, but also to attain the honor of graduating from the Annie Wright Seminary. Sara Posner. PRESE.X TA Tl ON OF THK SPADE . This spade was entrusted to our keeping by the “ naughty ones. It was given them by their predecessors and so handed down from class to class, each leaving its emblem or colors on it. We have cherished, guarded and protected it to the best of our ability. We, being “naughty, too ' on this day of days place our emblem and play our trump card, which is of neces- sity a spade, by giving it in your hands, hoping you will keep, shield and regard it as almost a sacred object. You, in your turn place your emblem on it and pass it down to the following class, thus always keeping in the mind of the school “the girl with the spade. “ instead of “the man with the hoe.” Mary Kautz. EEC El YISG THE SPADE . We are so glad that this day has at last arrived, when our goal is reached, and we may now truly be called “seniors.” We receive this spade with the greatest reverence, and pledge ourselves to hand it down to the coming class with our additional colors on, us bright and shining as it now is, and with the instructions that they love, honor and preserve it as we hope to do.