Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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.

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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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12 H Y A K The second half was nearly over when I observed that Sir Roger had risen from his chair and was calling to one of the players, who was somewhat inattentive, to be about hor business and keep her eye on the ball. At the conclusion of the game Sir Roger joined in the applause heartily, and seemed highly pleased with the class cheers. On our way home Sir Roger exclaimed, “Basket-ball is a great game! The Seminary has good teams — splendid teams!” Therefore, I judge that Sir Roger’s first impressions of a basket-ball game were favorable, and that he was fully satisfied with his entertainment. ALITA EAMES, 11. A Day in New York I NEVER shall forget the day that my Uncle Joe come and took me in his airship to New York. You know me and my folks lives down in New Mexico. I know airships is common things but we live in such an out of the way corner of the earth that we seldom see ’em. I remember the day as well as if it was yesterday. It was a warm summer morning, about seven o’clock by the electric clock, which kept fairly good time, in the year 1984, you see that was considerable time back. Me and Ma and Pa was a standin’ in front of our three-story house, I know that sounds queer but you see w T e lived so far away from everybody that we couldn’t have many conveniences. Well, as I was saying, we was a-standin’ in the front yard when I seen a aeroplane cornin’ toward us. Of course we ail watched it, and, you bet, we was surprised when it stopped by our house and Uncle Joe stepped out. The last we heard of him he w’as a-cruisin’ about the North Pole. Wall, out he got and gave us all a howdy. And then he says, says he: “Bub,” that’s me, “how’ed ye like to take a little trip to New York with me?” Says I, “I’d just be tickled to death to go.” So I said good bye to Ma and Pa and clum into the machine with him. Talk about goin’ fast. I had been to Green Forks and a few of them places on the train, but it never went any faster than sixty miles an hour, pretty fast for there. While we was goin’ to New York I walked around the airship and took it all in. It was something like a boat in shape and about three hundred feet long, not so very large, you see. Wall, one time I looked down and, you know, I actually seen a few horses ; at least my uncle said they w as. I had never saw any of them before, and they was the most funniest looking critters I ever seen, going about on four legs. Then we passed the fastest train running