Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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H y A K 11 My First Joy Ride” X T never surprises me to hear some one say, “Oh, the funniest thing happened to me once when I was a wee tot,” for it was just at that age that I took my most exciting trip. I was the only niece, consequently a very much petted and humored one. In particular, a young uncle, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was always planning something or other that would please me. He was the proud possessor of a huge Newofundland dog. One day as he was surveying Jack’s massive proportions an idea struck him. “I’ll make a little wagon,” he announced to my mother, “hitch Jack to it and take the baby for a ride.” I was only four years old. A day or so later Uncle Fred came into the house and said, “Where’s the baby? The wagon is all ready and I’m going to give her a fine ride.” Mother gave her consent, for it was a fine spring day. I settled myself in the box-wagon behind old Jack. Oh, dear, but I was proud ! Why, I was as proud as a queen on her throne. At first everything went splendidly. I was having the best time of my little life. Mother was watching from the door, and Uncle Fred was walking along beside the wagon. Suddenly Jack spied a cat and with one leap forward he was off after her. He raced down the street as fast as he could go. Uncle Fred running frantically after us. Poor mother! There she stood in the door, almost paralyzed from fright. She expected the wagon to overturn any minute and throw me on the pavement, which might have resulted seriously. But was I afraid? Not at all, I was having the gayest time possible, laughing and waving my hands in the air. Poor Jack soon tired of running with such a load and stopped. When I reached home again I was wild with delight over my ride and eager to tell mother all about it. Of course, she saw the funny side of it when she had me in her arms, safe and sound, but it was far from funny to her while it was happening. To my sorrow, that was the last time I was allowed to go off on a “joy ride” with my young uncle. IDA SIMMONS, ’ll.

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10 H Y A K I wondered if my father would be out to meet me. I hoped my mother wouldn’t, as there seemed to be a storm coming up. I won- dered if they would look different after my fourteen months’ ab- sence. I w ' ondered — “There is your father now!” Someone’s voice broke in on my wonderings, and I rushed to that side of the boat to see if it were really true. There he was, stand ing on top of the crazy little launch that cut in a haphazard way through the whiteeaps. As the anchor was let down the launch came alongside with a bump. I grew dizzy watching my father (who had not changed at all) so far below, and dizzier as I realized that in a few moments I should be beside him. All such feelings left me when the captain called to my father, “Do you think it is safe to land her?” “No, I think not,” my father answered, but with a wink, to my delight. First my suit case and boxes went over the side, and the next mo- ment I found myself crawling down the shaky rope ladder. Shall I ever forget that moment ! It seemed unreasonably long, but as a big wave brought the lighter up to meet me. someone cried “Jump!” and with a backward spring I landed in my father’s arms. F. O. ROOT, ’12. • “Sunrise S the east begins to shade into the early pink of dawn, it is like receiving some strange, mysterious message to sit and watch the mountain as it takes on its morning glow. First there is nothing unusual, just a cold, gray mountain, with a deep lavender tint around the base. Suddenly one begins to see, along the edge of the side toward the east, a line of gold, which widens and widens until at last the whole side is aglow with sunlight, while the sun has not yet risen above the range and the western side is still in the shadow. A few tiny clouds above the place where the sun seems about to rise look like bits of molten gold. There is about the whole scene an effect like the approach of a herald who announces the coming of a king and warns all to be ready to do him homage. One feels quite ready to bow humbly before the “King of Day.” When at last he leaps into the sky from behind the rang( T MINNIE CHAMBERS, ’ll.

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12 H Y A K Successful Plays The Slim Princess Theresa Love Among the Lions Crystal and Hazel Vanity Fair Bess E-s. Until Eternity Miss Fitch The Little Daniozel Miss Seeber Miss Innocence Edna R. The Follies of 1911 The Seniors The Girl at the Helm Helen K. The Singing Girl Dora A Man’s a Man Miss Harnish The Crisis Exam Week Chantecler Gladys A Fool There Was Fluff Heir to the Hoorah The Team Forty -five Minutes From Broadway Isabel A. Sherlock Holmes Miss Trane The Writing on the Wall Miss Williams Mile. Mischief Lena A Matinee Idol Andrew Is Matrimony a Failure? Miss McGraw The Thunderbolt Corinne The White Sister Miss Drake The Darling Doctor Miss McDonald The Concert Babe The Penalty The Serving Room The Girl on the Train Mary Louise Love Watches Fanny Bachelor Belles The Faculty The Alaskan Bess E. and Frances R. The Golden Girl Rebecca The Yankee Girl Miss Guppy The Tenderfoot Louise His House in Order Mary W. The Flirting Princess Addie The Suffragette Rowine Mile. Modiste Minnie