Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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

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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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UYAK 13 Nobody’s Magazine Contents for April, 1911 1. The Common Law III M. L. Williams 2. The Power of Speech. A Story C. Ilarnish 3. Why Girls Leave Home C. L. Fitch 4. The Echo. A Poem B. M. Seeber 5. June Fourteenth, or the Last Days of Rebellion Senior Class 6. The Grain of Dust. A Serial Story. Chapters IV. -V Octovia S. Drake 7. Music of the Sphere. A Poem B. McKenzie 8. Wild Animals I Have Known K. W. McGraw 9. Made in Germany Vera Bajohr 10. The Spirit World. A Poem Paula Frahm 11. Death by Dynamite K. W. McDonald 12. A New Sort of Detective S. M. Trane 13. Frenzied Finance L. M. Fitch 14. Happy Hours for Children Elinor McDonald 15. Our Flag. A Poem Maria R. Guppy 16. The Simplicity of English B. E. Smith 17. Little Stories of Real Life — The Score A. W. S. Team The Test G. E. Bonner The Hand Made Gentleman E. U. Criswell 8 8 8 8 Who Says? “I’m not very pretty, but I’m sweet and clean.’’ “Let’s don’t, we might get a mark.” “My goodness, I’ve got to go to the doctor.” “I can’t eat it. Miss Criswell.” “Oh. la-a-and!” “They call me Cupid.” “I don’t like my hair thi s way.” “0 girls, I’m engaged!” “Come here while I laugh at your face.” “I can’t pay it all at one blow.” “Got your lesson?” “Gee pants” (j y pense). “Well, a kiss for you.”