Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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10 H Y A K cause,” they told me, “we told the Seniors about the comet. We didn’t say that the comet would show, we just said that it might be visible. We are trying to get even with them for making us go into the drawing room against our wishes during initiation,” this from Rebecca. I made it clear to them that they would suffer for their escapade in due season and warned them that it might be wise to withdraw. They took my caution and disappeared. Next morning the Juniors received many haughty glances from their elder sorority sisters and three hours serving apiece from their duty teacher. Now I must go punch a bell to start the mob to church; therefore, I’ll finish this chronicle later in the day. I get back to my epistle once more, sister mine. Today, being as- cension day, I have been kept busy explaining its meaning to the young hopefuls. Almost as soon as I arrived on the scene of action this morning, Vernita (the child of whom I often speak to you) came up to me and said, “Miss Williams, is Mr. Hamilton going to ascend today because this is ascension day!” (To understand the pathos of this joke, you must know that Mr. Hamilton’s flying machine was here a few months ago and that the school girls went to see the flight.) A little later a young lady, aged nine, said to me, “Miss Williams, why do they talk about flying machines in the Bible?” Monday Eve. I had to hold a little meeting after school today in honor of the talkative maidens. I gave each of them some fifty lines of Tennyson’s Idylls to learn. On the whole, I spent a very pleasant afternoon listen- ing to poetry. I had only my most intimate friends — can’t you see them all? In the first row came Katherine, a little girl with a tongue and glasses, beside Mary, whom you know ; then Rebecca of the red hair, and next to her, Rowine, who smiles while she is learning “Sir Gaha- hed.” Also Lotus, Mary Louise, Marion, Addie, Lena. Leone and Edna. This is about all for this time, as I have to aid a poor struggler with her class day speech, see if the lights are out, and see how my sick girls are. Give my love to mother and tell her I will write tomorrow. Is anything the matter with H. He hasn’t written for two days. Your affectionate sisrter, MYRA L. WILLIAMS, Per KATIE M’RAE, ’12.

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H Y A K 9 MISS WILLIAMS WRITES HOME The Annie Wright Seminary, Tacoma, Wash., May 2, 1910. My dear Sister: The gentle field day, so long and strenuously prepared for, has come upon us and departed. Praise be! no bones are broken, no arms re- moved, not even the sound of hysterics still lingers. The sophomores won the basket-ball game, hence the 4 ‘Bishop Keator cup” goes to them. The score was seven to twelve. I rather imagined the sopho- more class would win, for they are such clever little girls. Last night the Juniors were pledged into the Senior Sorority. Therefore, I deemed it advisable to visit the respective domiciles of the members of the Junior class. I started on my round of calls at the gentle hour of three a. m. and was fortunate enough to find many of those whom I called on “out.” However, I managed before the evening was over to see nearly all of them crowded into their friends’ domiciles. The funny part of it was, though, that as soon as 1 appeared they hurried away. Take, for instance, what happened at the home of the Misses Kellogg — when I went in several young ladies were there having a splendid time, but as soon as I came, they left — really I was tempted to think I was the cause of it. Then I proceeded down to Addie Young’s room, where I found Miss Robb reading a Bible that looked suspiciously like one of M. J. Holmes’ books, and Addie in a supposedly devout posture that looked too much as if a basket of fruit might be dangling outside her window’ from the room above hers. I interrupted the Bible reading, sent that pious young Miss to her own apartments and requested that the other lady should retire. From here I sauntered up to the third floor, where I found the noble Seniors foregathered in the east end hall. Inquiring anent their business there at that unholy hour, I w’as informed that they w r ere awaiting the appearance of the comet. “Which,” the fair- haired Bessie explained, “according to the Juniors’ astronomical cal- culations would appear at 3:30 a. m.” I opined that it would be well to adjourn, as it was well known that the Juniors were apt to make miscalculations on the time, but promised that if the comet pierced the gloom before I retired I w ' ould call them. I continued my march to the “Wade Inn” (as called be- cause one has to pick one’s way around trunks, boxes, etc.), the home of Mary Louisa (to get the effect be careful to pronounce the name Mary Lo-ui-sa), where I found a goodly number of jolly Juniors com- fortably established. I begged them to tell me what their occupation was in Miss Mary’s room at the break of day, and was informed thax these demoiselles were awaiting the departure of the Seniors. “Be-

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H Y A K 11 Sir Roger De Cover ly at a Basket-ball Game y y Y friend, Sir Roger de Coverly, when we last met together at m I the club, told me that he had a great mind to see a basket- ball game at the Seminary, assuring me, at the same time, that he had never witnessed one, but had heard the game highly praised. He then proceeded to inquire of me what the rules and regulations of the game were, and upon being told that only ten were needed to play the game, remarked that it was a pity the whole school could not engage in the game at once. Then, of a sudden, turning short to one of his servants, who stood behind him, he bid him call a taxicab and take care it was an elderly man that drove it. He then began a discourse upon the airship which would shortly visit Tacoma, telling me that a man and his life were soon-parted, when such birdlike attempts were made. His discourse was broken off by the servant telling him he had called a cab. Upon going to it, after having ' cast his eye upon the wheels and steering gear, he asked the driver if the gasoline was good; upon the fellow’s telling him he would warrant it, the good knight turned to me, told me he looked like an honest man, and went into the cab without further ceremony. We were soon arrived at the Seminary and heartily welcomed. As we went through the study hall, on our way to the gymnasium, the knight pointed at a picture of Abraham Lincoln and exclaimed, “Abe Lincoln, a great man! a splendid character! I should like to have known him — a very great man!” A number of spectators were already assembled in the gymnasium and as soon as we had been shown to our places, my old friend stood up and looked about him with that pleasure which a mind seasoned with humanity naturally feels in itself at the sight of a multitude of people who seem pleased with one another and partake of the —me common entertainment. Upon the entrance of the terms, the knight told me that he did not believe the Y. M. C. A. could boast of a better looking team. When the first basket was made he whispered to me that that girl had a straight eye. Upon the center’s grappling and at last falling to the ground he remarked that he would recommend Widow Trueby’s salve for bruises. Between the first and second half the knight told me that he be- lieved, had Baker been present at this game, it would have been men- tioned in the “chronicle.” He also whispered in my ear that he wished the widow were there to share his enjoyment. He here fetched a sigh of great depth, and fell into a fit of musing.