Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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12 THE H Y A K “Grace, your mother and I have decided not to send you to boarding- school any longer, for we have not lived sixty odd consummate years for the sake of raising a curiosity. Now after you have finished eating that poem of fried sausage, and that symplumy of a twisted doughnut, you take and dust up the room and take off that fancy gown and put on a calico and help your mother wash dishes, and let ' s have no more rythmic foolishness. She obeyed.

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THE H Y A K 11 could he heard thrnughtout the depot. When the trunk and his fine educated daughter were loaded into the wagon, which was soon bumping over the rocky country road toward home. I’a dear. she said, after surveying the crude team, “do you consider this quite excessively beyond?” Mey, said the old man with a puzzled expression “quite exces- sively beyond what? Beyond Medville? I consider it about two miles beyond Medville coming this way.” She explained to him that she did not mean that, but that she meant the horse and wagon. Do you consider them soulful? Do you think they could be studied in the light of a symphony or a poem. and appear as intensely utter on returning home ;t8 one coukl express V The old man grew uneasy at the complicated way his daughter expressed herself. Just then they hit a stump and received a jolt which threw them both from the seat. Oh! there is my lovely and consummate ma!” screamed Grace as they reached the little farmhouse, and was presently embraced by her old mother. “Well.” said the old farmer as he nipped a piece of butter off the plate with his own knife at the supper table, “(trace, how de ye like ver schuleT” Well, pa. now you arc shout— I mean it is far beyond — It is unquenchably ineffable. The girls are stunning— intense— and. oh. the parties and receptions! I he past has ben a week of sublime harmonv. 1 spose, said her father, “but how about deportment, reading and spelling?” “Oh father, it is French art and music that has made mv life one of bliss.” Her father and mother looked hopelessly at one another across the table. After a pause, the mother replied, “How are the biscuits, child?” “Great, mother; too utter for words; ' cause your dear hands made them, and the plum pudding is simply a poem of itself.” Grace retired early that night, and the old folks sat by the fire until late talking it all over. The next morning at breakfast the old man. unnerved by her affected manner, spoke up harshly and said:

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THE H Y A K 13 Business Manager Advertising Manager Advertising Agents. . . Subscription Agents MARTHA FOARD, ’OK VIVIAN THORNE, ’ ( MEMORIE STILES. A ) MAY McCORMICK. 0© 1 BETA NOONEN, A ( BESSIE MOORE, 0H j KATHERINE NORMAN, ’10 l EDNA BURGESS, ’ll THE HYAK is published monthly from October to June, by the students of the Annie Wright Sem- inary. Subscription price, 50 cents a year. Single copies, 10 cents. Contributions are requested from former pupils and present members of the School. Literary communications should be addressed to the Kditor-in-Chief ; business letters to the Busi- ness Manager. Entered at the Tacoma Post Office as second class matter. Editorials The Seniors run now rest in peace, the spade has been found, and is now safely lying where neither the loving eyes of the Seniors nor the covetous ones of the Juniors can gaze upon its splendor.