Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THP HYAK 19 Chorus: “Lace, race, ease.” “Now, listen, seniors, we are bright eyed, but quite a case.” “That’s ridiculous. We’ve simply got to talk sense. How’s this. Something like Paul Revere: 44 ’Twas the first of September, naughty one.” “Oh, keep still, can’t you. Hilda; I have an inspiration.” “Well, I wish you’d hurry up. I want to catAh that five o’clock car.” “You can’t get out, Ellen, ’till we get this poem written. I’ve got the key.” “Say, girls, didn’t I tell you that Hilda and I had an in- spiration, a new’ version of Longfellow— ‘Tell me not in idle numbers Senior life is but a dream. For the soul is dead that slumbers. And Seniors are not all they seem.’ ” “Mellie, you stop pinching me!” “I’m not; I’m only fixing your hair.” “For goodness sakes, girls, we’ve simply got to write this. Ellen, can’t you suggest something! Sara, what’s the matter with you!” “Well, I like that, look girls,” and they all gazed to see Winifred’s litle sister convulsed with laughter looking over the transom. Then there was great commotion until several fruit- less attempts had been made at pinning up a tow r el, but as it would not stay up they decided that they didn’t care if she did hear, and the meeting went as before. “I’ve simply got to catch that car!” “Hurry up, girls; I want to clean my room before din- ner.” And thus they went until the close of the meeting, accomp- lishing nothing and wasting time and breath, and Winifred took the poem home to finish. Hilda Vaeth. QUOTATIONS. “There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and w ' itless. Ob- serve the ass, for instance. His character is about perfect ; he is the choicest spirit amongst all the humbler animals ; yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling compli- mented w ' hen w r e are called an ass, we are left in doubt.”— Pud- d’nhead Wilson’s Calendar. “To those who know thee not, no words can paint; To those who know’ thee well. all words are faint.” -Hilda Vaeth.

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18 THK HYAK A SENIOR CLASS MEETING . One afternoon a great commotion was heard among the seniors, and all the undergraduates waited around expectantly, but it turned out that the seniors were only holding a class meet- ing. So the others went away with their noses at an angle of 45 degrees, saying among themselves, “Such a fuss over an old class meeting.” But this was not to be an ordinary class meeting. It had been decided that as there were only six seniors they would all write the class poem together, each one supplying a little of her individual wit to make up a brilliant whole. Mary Kautz’s room was the chosen “poet’s corner,” and thither they retired after the three o’clock closing bell. Now, in one comer of the room was a comfortable divan covered with cushions. This Mellie and Hilda scrambled for immediately, overturning chairs and scuffing up rugs in their mad rush. Sara and Ellen placed themselves sedately in two rocking-chairs near the window. Winifred, as secretary pro tern., improvised a desk of a chair and sprawled gracefully on the floor. Mary roamed aimlessly around the room. Now everything was ready; but where a minute before had been laughing, quarreling and joking, a dead silence fell on the room. Then all began talking at once and this is what it sound- ed like to the listener on the other side of the door; 4 ‘What shall we write about?” “What is a class poem about if you don’t have a history V “You begin, Winnie, then we’ll all help.” “No, I won’t; I’m only going to write.” Chorus; “No, you’re not; you’ve got to help.” Mellie; “Well, Mary, get those college books and let’s put our words to the same metre as that cute one we read the other day.” “Oh, ves; here it is. Let’s see — ‘I shall tell you in rhyme how once on a time Three seniors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim.’ ” “Oh, that’ll never do! Haven’t you any books of poems?” Every girl there rushed for the book-case. There was a general clatter of chairs, dishes, etc. Then for a minute there was silence. Each one took a book and returned to her corner in- terestedly leafing over the pages. Soon there was a general chorus of “I low ' d this do;” and each one began revising the poem she had found. “ 4 A Prince I was, blue eyed and fair of face. ' “Let ' s see. seniors, we are bright eyed and Oh. say, can’t you tell me something to rhyme with face!”

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20 THE HYAK “For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.” — Melva Hubbard. “She has occasional flashes of silence that makes her con- versation perfectly delightful.”— Sara Posner. “Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony, but organically I am incapable of a tune.”— Mary Kautz. “Talk with such toss and saunter with such swing.”— Ellen Lawler. “Very smart, very witty and very sporty, and 1 wan’t peo- ple to know it.”— Winifred Loomis. ECHOES . ( Friday mornings) : “And a-a-and-a-a— (Memorial Day): “Steady at the end of the lfne; just a second— now smile sweetly— wait till the clouds roll by— now, all ready . (And the critical moment arrives with Viola grinning, Amie s back turned and Katherine just disappearing behind the buuch ) . (Wednesday, June 11): “On our way rejoicing as we homeward move.” Small urchin on Memorial Day: ‘Say, did ver see the ceme- tary gals get on the ear?” It’s a “inyracle” the way Grace Q spells. “Keep your three feet apart, girls.” We’re not tripods Mrs. D. Did the parting come hard. Seniors? Who is— Petie, Cousin Susan, Jakie, Cousin Samantha, Sally Lunn. The Parson, Hen-Coop, Aunt Peggy, Pat, Mander, The Cook, Daisey and Elizabeth Brown, Grandad.