Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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FIFTH AND SIXTH GRADES Back Row: Avonne Nelson, Ailene Hoveland, Frances McGinnis, ' Iing, Winifred Saxon. Middle Row: Bar- bara Lou Rogers, Jane Bronson, Barbara Sutherland, Barbara Lad on Ingram. Front Row: Babette Kuert, Vir- ginia Schwan, Sally Gould, Alice Ann Beal, Barbara Ohnick. SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES Back Row: Esther Hild, Mary Ann Ellison, Anita Derby, Nancy Corse, Ann Weyerhaeuser, Ann Chapman, Winifred Lucey, Lila Sullivan, Front Row: Vera Eraser, fary Elizabeth Abell, Mary Lea Griggs, Louise Wilbur, Phyllis Zopf, Nancy Longstreth.

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Back Row Barbara Miles, Sally Fisher, Suzanne Ingram, Patricia Crane, President, Jean Bullen, Florene Steel. Front Row: Maryhelen Grande, Jane Ringling, Mary Spo- rrh Fr.ru.. Fdris Antonia Wilbur, Mildred Mellick, Mary Turrill. THE CLASS OF 1339 QST QST— Amateur Radio Station W7AWS sending out its annual report to all stations. We ' ll give the mike to the Freshmen. Take er awav Freshmen! Greetings to the Annie Wright Seminary and to The Shield. The Freshman class has thirteen members — a lucky number we think, though we shall be glad to welcome all incoming Sophomores next fall. We have in our class Suzanne Ingram, our oldest member, who can look back to the days when she was a wee third grader. Two shining lights are Jean Bullen and Sally Fisher, who joined our ranks this year and who are always among those standing when the honor roll is read. They have the distinaion also of being among the school s five best skiers. Then there is Mary Tur- ril, who entered the Upper School after winning honors last year in citizenship and sportsmanship. Class Officers are — President, Patricia Crane; Vice- President, Barbara Miles; and Secretary-Treasurer, Florene Steel. Of course, being only unimportant little Fresh- men we have not taken leading parts in school aaivities. The class as a whole participated in its first projea at the Doll Bazaar. There we put up an exhibit of dolls from all parts of the United States. We were inconspicuous after that until the Fresh- men-Sophomore H v hifh vr helped make a real success. When last seen, we were serving at the Junior Prom. 73 ' s to everyone. Be seeing you again next year, same time, same station.

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LITERARY EFFORTS AT THE ZOO At the 200 In Honolulu The monkeys Boo to you. The lions roar And tricks the Bears do. Elephants eat Peanuts. Birds sing their Song near the huts At the 200 In Honolulu. BARBARA OHNICK, Fifth Grade. THE RIVER He loved the river. Its dignity — its silence — was all a part of him. He had been bom and reared beside it, and he knew that something in the massive way in which it flowed would refuse him the freedom that other men knew. He was drawn by it and must stay there as long as his soul was in this land. Whenever his mind was troubled he would stand on the shore and ga2e into its currents until the burning torture in his brain was cooled by its frowning depths. In the autumn, before the snow fell, and when the river was very low, he could gather enough drifrvs ood from the sands to last him throughout the long cold season. In the winter he would stand beneath a tree on the water ' s edge with the snow drifting softly around him, and except for the faint roar of the falls in the distance and the low gurgle of water in a whiripool, the earth was deathly still and white. At last when the spring came and the snow melted in the mountains, the river would be a rushing, swollen flood. And at night he would lie on his couch and listen to it roar and echo as it went over the falls a mile to the southward. The very source of his life was a river that is praised by other men only for its commercial values; yet he was content, for the river was his ' very soul, flowing on and on, and stopping for nothing until it reached its goal, the sea. PATRICIA CRANE, 1939. THE PORCUPINE The porcupine is the pincushion of the animal world. He cannot shoot his quills from his tail as some people claim. You can only get them in you if you are hit with his tail or if you should bump into him. He has no quills on his stomach. The young are in an advanced stage at birth. They have their eyes open and a full set of quills. Hemlock is the favorite food of the porcupine. He climbs a tree and stays there for days, strip- ping the branches of their bark and every green twig. He craves axe handles for the salt they con- tain. Th ' s bis r ade him unpopular in northern camps The law protects the clumsy pordcy. He can- not be shot, but a man lost in the woods with, out a gun can catch him for food. PHYLLIS LEA ZOPY, Eighth Grade. LAND OF THE SHINING MOUNTAINS Long ago when the lands of the prairie West were srill untitled, when buffalo roamed the open range, and Indians and white men lived peacefully as brothers, a small settlement sprang up in a fer- rile valley of the Rockies, The settlers were immi- grants from many far-off countries, come to Mon- tana for freedom and happiness— the realization of all their dreams. Toil and struggle against frigid avalanches of winter snow, scorching heat of summer sun, and every other rigor of wind and weather were but a small price to pay for a land where the brotherhood of nun reigned supreme. Some of the pioneers were learned men, most were not. Yet all had absorbed the wisdom and philos- ophy of the plains, taught by awe-inspiring, ever whispering silence. Perhaps the majestic moun- tains showed them the virtue of steadfastness, and the friendly, laughing brooks made them reali2e a value of a handclasp or a cheery word. For these men, old and young alike, lived life bravely and faced death gallantly, never acknowledging fear or defeat. What happened when the little colony was attacked by influenza? The doaor, an old and well-loved member of the band, went his rounds as long as he was able, administering a kind word with every spoonful of bitter medicine. Then he, too, was stricken, and there was no one who could