Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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16 THE HYAK. Millie— Do you live here all alone, Lucy? Lucy— Y es, all alone. Goldie (horrified)— Just think of it! Grace— Don’t you get terribly lonely? Lucy Why, no, it s lots of fun living alone— maybe you don’t be- lieve it, but it is! Millie (sighing) — Yes, I should think you would be very happy. Goldie— Why that sigh, Millie? Millie (leaning back)— Oh, nothing! Grace (to nobody in particular) — If anybody should want a divorce — Patfield and Patfield are the lawyers to obtain it. Why, girls, (dropping to conversational tone), Archie and I have had twenty-four divorce cases in the last two weeks. (Goldie and Mary make signs of uneasiness and try to stop Grace.) Millie (arising angrily)— What do you mean by talking that way, Grace? Grace— Oh, nothing personal. Nothing personal at all, really Millie, I — I was just wondering how the business is getting along. (Turning to the others for justification.) I’m sure that ' s very natural — Archie says he couldn t get along alone at all. I ' m the life of the partnership, according to him. But I just told him I wouldn’t stay away from class reunion for anything— not even the business. Lucy— T hat ' s just right! Goldie — Good for you, Grace. That ' s just what I told Frank. He wanted me to ride over with him to the San Antonia ranch. He says it al- ways pleases the boys so much to have me come. Lucy — The old class spirit ' s as good as ever, I see. Mary — And just think. I gave up a trip to Yellowstone Park to be here! Robert’s been promising to take me for ever so long. Lucy— Now girls, do tell me about yourselves. I ' m just dying to know ! Mary— You begin, Millie. You know you wouldn’t sit up with us last night, and I haven’t even heard your husband’s first name. Millie— Well, his name is Gustave— Gustave von Schwielerlind (All look horrified) and he’s a musician. Lucy (laughingly)— Oh, Mill!

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THE HYAK. 15 especially, we give a most cordial welcome. This year, as every year, there has been a little feeling of rivalry between the Junior and Senior classes, but it has never interferred with our hearty friendship with each other as individuals. You, members of the class of 1907, will know soon both the pleasures and responsibilities of Seniorliood; and that your Senior year may be as happy as ours, you have our best wishes. Our class motto, chosen by our Bishop “To Kalor Katexete’’— “hold fast to that which is good ” — has been the key note of our Senior year. So we have striven to “hold fast that which is good,” in the advantages of learning and culture, which are offered to us so liberally here, to “hold fast to that which is good” in conduct and school discipline, and to the true friendship we have formed here, we mean to ever “hold fast.” Once more we bid you welcome all our friends, and hope to see you here on many another class day. CLASS PROPHECY . SCENE I. Lucy Cook (seated by the table)— Enter, Mary Atkinson, Millicent Hanson, Grace McDonald and Goldie Elliot. Lucy (rising and advancing toward the others) Good afternoon, Mary, I’m ever so glad to see you. (They shake hands and Lucy turns polietly to the others, starts back a step and exclaims) Grace! This is good — Goldie (coming forward) It’s fine to see you again, Lucy, how are you? Lucy (enthusiasticly) and Goldie, too, and can this be Millie? Oh! this is too good to be true. When did you all come? Millie— Last night; we’ve been staying with Mary. Goldie— Weren’t you surprised! (Laughs.) Mary— D idn’t I tell you I’d bring some guests you’d like to meet? Lucy— Well, now come and sit down and tell me all about everything. (All sit.) We can talk better with a cup of tea, can’t we girls? (Serves them.) Grace (taking cup)— This is lovely, Lucy, so refreshing, and so ap- propriate, too, for an . Goldie (Hastily.)— For an afternoon call, just the thing. (All look relieved and Lucy smiles wisely to herself.)

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THE HYAK. 17 Goldie— G o on. What does he look like? Miilie— H e’s light, blue eyes and a blond mustache. Grace — Tall or short? Lucy— A six-footer. I ' ll wager! Millie (reluctantly) — Well, rather below the average, perhaps. Lucy— O h. I detest short men. oh, ah. I mean, oh,— 3 ary (thoughtfully) — Oh — h Yes! That was the name, I do believe — Gustave von— von— Lucy— Von Schrwie, Schrwie! Goldie (triumphantly)— Von Schwielerlind ! Mary— Yes, we heard one of his compositions, when we were in Boston. Robert said it— (Stops confused.) Millie— Said what? Mary— Why, er,— he said it,— it showed marked talent. Millie (bitterly)— Yes, he’s a genius all right. Lucy— Y ou don’t seem to be as proud of him as you ought to be. Grace (tentatively)— Are you sure you are quite happy with him, Millie? Millie— Why, of course, only, only— Grace— Only what? Millie— W ell, you see the artistic temperament is just a little hard to get along with— at times. In moments of inspiration he is occasionally very trying. Of course, you can’t understand anything about that though (looks superior.) Grace— No. I don’t know much about musicians, but everybody says Archie is a perfect genius at unravelling the intricacies of a divorce case. And he never gets cross over it. He generally needs my help. Lucy (aside)— He must be brilliant! 3 ary— And Rob’s a genius, too, even his enemies admit that! Goldie— Yes, I heard the boys talking about it the other day. Frank said President Howard had the greatest talent of any man he ever knew, for graft— (Stops horrified, and a dead silence ensues.) Mary (sweetly sarcastic) — For gratitude were you going to say? I must tell Robert. He will be so pleased. Lucy (aside)— Now that’s what I call easily satisfied.