Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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.

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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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14 THE H Y A K 1 hat thoughts of the spade had been in every loyal Senior’s heart lrom the very first was evident by their far-away looks and troubled faces. Now everyone knows that something is wrong when a Senior fails to give perfect recitations. What, then, could there be the matter before the time of November the first — Seniors were actually making all sorts of queer mistakes? Martha, asked the teacher, “what does 4 es refer to in this sentence you have just translated— ‘Wo kam es sein’?” “Why, the spade ’ an- swered that Senior tranquilly. The rest of the Seniors agreed that it did sound reasonable. A very queer topic sentence was found in Leale’s outline of Burke’s Conciliation. “They found themselves surrounded on all sides by cob- webs. Another Senior, when asked in History, what it really was (V 1 urn bus was seeking to discover, said dreamily. “The spade, wasn’t it?” It is too painful a subject to go back to, that dark time when the spade still lay in obscurity - . Suffice it to say that all corners wen care- fully peered into from garret to cellar. Proof can be given that both garret: First, from a conversation of two pigeons in the vicinity of the garret. Said the first pigeon: “What can those queer-looking objects be with such dirty faces and long aprons?” “I can’t imagine,” replied the second. “They do look dangerous, don’t they?” And the two pigeons scurried away in a great fright. Not long after that the cook was heard to exclaim: “I wonder what has become of that box of apples I placed in the cellar this morning— those rats are certainly becoming a nuisance.” The time was approaching that marked just a year from the day the last Senior class found the spade, and the dark brows of the Seniors were becoming darker. Hallowe’en night, they realized that there were only two days of grace remaining they must not let the class of ’07 bear all (?) the honors. “Girls,” said one worthy Senior to the others, “we must reveal the spade at the party this evening” And so they did— much to the mystification of Andrew, the next morning. The last night of grace came- and no spade. The Seniors by this time were almost desperate. Things were coming to such a state that even their appetites, strange as it may seem, were being affected. The pass- word became, “Oh for an inspiration !— it must he found tonight. There-