Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1937 volume:

iMi Shield 1937 AlSriSriE WRIGHT SEMINARY TACOMA. WASHINGTON DEDICATION - - - 7 This SHIELD of 1937 with grateful appreciation we dedicate to Bishop Huston, our friend and guide, who reveals to us the way that leads ' Trom Strength to Strength.” ' ■3HI ADVANCEMENT May a happy smile, the ivy-covered door and the friendly greeting of the little Seminary dog be the visible expres- sion of the warm welcome we extend to all Seminary girls whenever they return to us. SALLIE EGERTON WILSON. Standing: Frances Sanborn, Martha Turner, Barbara Bathrick, Marie Templeton, Dorothy Parker, Elizabeth Goode, Nancy Morse, Frances Force, Alice Ohlson, Frances Young, Margaret McGinnis, Barbara Skerry, Bette-Jo Simpson, Kathryn Paulson. Seated: Barbara Ohnick, Jane Thomas, Elizabeth Ann Hewitt, Joan Latimer. THE STAFF DF THE CREST AND SHIELD Co-Editors Elizabeth Ann Hewitt Jane Thomas Associate Editors Assistants Literature Frances Crawford Elizabeth Goode Nancy Norse Art Phyllis Anne Dickman Kathryn Paulson News Frances Force Martha Turner Alumnae Alice Ohlson Current Events Barbara Skerry Lower School Joan Latimer Business Manager Margaret McGinnis Bette-Jo Simpson Barbara Ohnick Barbara Bathrick Printing Dorothy Parker Frances Sanborn Faculty Adviser Marie Woodworth Templeton I $ 103 SENIORS JEAN ANDERSON Tacoma, Washington Entered in the sixth grade. Re-entered in her sophomore year. Vice president of the Senior Sorority. Plans to at- tend the University of Wash- ington. BARBARA BATHRICK Alameda, California Entered in her junior year. Corridor Councillor in ' 36. Business manager of the CREST and the SHIELD. Choir. Plans to attend the University of California, Berkeley. BARBARA BOGAN Tacoma, Washington Entered in her senior year. Vice president of the Senior class. Plans to enter Washing- ton State College. 1937 MARY COWELL Missoula, Montana Entered in her junior year. Corridor Councillor in ' 37. Maid of Honor. Secretary- treasurer of the Junior class. Choir. Plans to enter the Uni- versity of Washington. FRANCES CRAWFORD Tacoma, Washington Attended the Seminary 1933- 1935. Re-entered in her senior year. Literary editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Flagbearer. Plans to enter Stanford University. PHYLLIS ANNE DICKMAN Tacoma, Washington Entered in the kindergarten. Art editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to enter Stanford University. SUSANNE FISHER Seattle, Washington Entered in her freshman year. Secretary of the Student Coun- cil in ' 35. Crucifer. President of the Student Council. Hold- er of the Key. Plans to at- tend the University of Wash- ington. ' T ' lHnE iTHnn I TTD 103 ' = SENIORS FRANCES FORCE Seattle, Washington Enrered in her junior year.. President of the Missionary Society. News editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend Whitman Col- lege. ELIZABETH GOODE Portland, Oregon Entered in her freshman year. President of the Athletic As- sociation. Literary editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Choir. Plans to enter the Uni- versity of Washington and lat- er Wellesley College. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT Tacoma, Washington Entered in the first grade and attended the Seminary through the seventh grade. Re-entered in her junior year. Secretary- treasurer of the Senior class. Co-editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Freshman Trus- tee Scholar, Mills College. 1337 BETTY JUNE HOWE Tacoma, Washington Entered in her sophomore year. Our lovely May Queen. Plans to attend Mills College. ALICE OHLSON Tacoma, Washington Entered in her sophomore year. President of the Junior class. Alumnae editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend Pomona College. DOROTHY PARKER Portland, Oregon Entered in 1935. Corridor Councillor in ’35. Treasurer of the Missionary Society. Treas- urer of the Senior Sorority. Printing editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Gold team captain. Choir. Plans to at- tend Oregon State College. ♦ A KATHRYN PAULSON Spokane, Washington Entered in her senior year. Assistant Art editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Washington. I ! 1 103 SENIORS ELIZABETH POST Tacoma, Washington Entered in her first grade and attended the Seminary through the sixth grade. Re-entered in her sophomore year. Plans to attend Washington State Col- lege. JANET ROBBINS Tacoma, Washington Entered in her junior year. Blue team captain. Plans to attend the University of Wash- ington. BARBARA SKERRY Tacoma, Washington Entered in her senior year. Current Events editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend Wellesley Col- lege. 1S37 LUCY STRANGE Seattle, Washington Daughter of a former Semi- nary girl. Entered in her ju- nior year. President of the Senior Sorority. Choir. Plans to attend the University of Washington. LORNA STUDEBAKER Castle Rock, Washington Entered in her junior year. President of the Senior class. Choir. Plans to attend the University of Washington. JANE THOMAS Butte, Montana Entered in her junior year. Co-editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Washington. MAYA VANDERSPEK Seattle, Washington Attended the Seminary the first semester of her junior year. Re-entered in her senior year. Choir. Plans to enter the University of Washington. 1 t A, Well, here we are at the flagpole, reminisc- ing. We are now alumnae and we enjoy recalling our past. What good times we have had sitting here, talking, composing songs in honor of each forthcoming pleasure. Let us review the years. Our thoughts drift back to the care-free hours of childhood. This class of ours, strong now, was not originally so. Only two of our number, Phyllis Anne Dickman and Elizabeth Ann Hew- itt, took their first toddling steps along the road of knowledge at the Seminary. Some of us were here for a season, then left. Finally, at the end of our childhood we stood on the verge of a new life, that of Freshmen. Remenjber our Freshman class of nine girls? It was led by Helen Lou Sick. Two members. Sue Fisher and Elizabeth Goode, joined our class when freshmen, and have been with us for four succeeding years. The memorable events of that year were serving at the Junior Prom, attending the Sophomore- Freshman Hop, and winning first prize at the Doll Bazaar. In our Sophomore year we were guided by Sallie Hopkins. Though still small in numbers, our class turned out for sports, and we were proud to beat the seniors in volleyball. Do you remember the Sophomore-Freshman Hop? The gymnasium was decorated with sporting goods of every description. Fortune favored us in our Junior year, and eleven new friends joined our ranks. During this year Alice Ohlson was our president. Many memorable things took place. First was the Frolic when we used red, white, and blue decorations, as it fell on Washington’s Birthday. The crown- ing achievement of our artistic endeavors was a large American flag made of balloons on the stage curtain. Our class stunt, the Turkey Trot, provided plenty of entertainment and won us fame. At the Doll Bazaar again we won first prize. One evening shortly before the Christmas holi- days we enjoyed a party given us by Miss Wil- son in her cottage. We had quantities of fun. especially in our efforts to decorate the big Christmas tree — a task which is a Junior privi- lege. Will you ever forget the Prom? That tropical garden with the moon glowing over the palms and the marvelous music! We were over- joyed to have Mary Cowell elected Maid of Honor for May Day. Just to be sure of favor- able weather we marched around the school in the morning singing, ' Tt ain’t gon’ a rain no more.” Then there was the Junior-Senior banquet which we attended with trembling hearts, won- dering what the initiation would bring. In our Senior year we welcomed more new members. Lorna Studebaker has been our guide this year. Our first party was the Sorority Dance Remember the decorations? Gold stars on a black background. As usual the Carol Service was love- ly. All our hearts were saddened, however, when we realized that it was the last one in which we should take part. As is the custom, the seniors were entertained by Miss Wilson in her cottage after the service. At midnight we sang carols as we walked through the darkened corridors. We were greatly indebted to the Juniors for giving a wonderful Prom in our honor. It was beautifully staged and greatly enjoyed. Another satisfying recolleaion is the outcome of the Junior-Senior basketball game. We were proud to win because it was a hard fight. May was a month of exciting events. Foremost, of course, was May Day. The program exceeded our wild- est dreams. Our lovely Queen, Betty June Howe, presided with true queenly grace and dignity. On the evening of May Day came the Athletic Asso- ciation banquet, a fitting climax to a perfea day. We entertained the Juniors with a day of sports at the Country Club, followed by the Junior- Senior banquet. After dinner, we returned to the school and initiated the poor trembling Juniors into the Senior Sorority. We are glad to say that the Senior Play was a huge success. It was the ‘ ' Romancers” by Rost- and. The leading parts were taken by Kathryn Paulson, Frances Crawford, Barbara Bathrick, Maya Vanderspek, and Frances Force, and Alice Ohlson. Baccalaureate fulfilled all our expeaa- tions. In the dim peace of the Chapel we appreci- ated more strongly than ever before the desire for knowledge, the ambition, the happiness, and the friendships which the Seminary had given us. And Class Day! Our class prophecies, and plant- ing our tree, then the rush to the Senior stairs. Last year Elizabeth Goode gained the top first. Of course the Bonfire that night was loads of fun. We burned all the cherished mementos” of our school years. Then Commencement, the long awaited day. We were glad when it came, but nevertheless in our hearts we knew it meant the ending of one important and happy phase of our lives, a phase to which we can never return except in our reminiscing. A i Standing; Patricia Fraser, Anne Murray, Mary Jane Irwin, Phyllis Fraser, Caroline Stone, Virginia Humbird, Lois Jannsen, Joan Burmeister, Shirley Robbins, Joan McKie, Mary Nasmyth, Martha Turner, Gwen McKie, Frances Young, Judy Fraser, Margaret McGinnis, Mary Jean Morris. Seated: Lois Parker, Frances Sanborn, Bette-Jo Simpson, Ann Huston, Nancy Morse, Joy Hulbert, Marjorie Beam, Helen Stone, Virginia Crowe, Vernetta Rowland. THE CLASS OF 1S3B Toot! Toot! The Junior Class Express came roaring into the station this year with twelve additional passengers, making the total an even thirty. Included were Anne Murray, engineer; Patricia Fraser, assistant engineer, and Lois Park- er, ticket agent. Our brakemen were the Misses Crane, Leiter, and Egley. The first term passed rapidly with the Juniors enthusiastically taking part in the various au- tumnal sports. Scarcely had we rounded the bend toward the second semester when we were host- esses to the rest of the school at the Junior Frolic. We gave a St. Valentine’s party this year, and used red and white hearts as decoratipns to enliven the gymnasium. After several trips to the Mountain, which no adjectives can adequately describe, the Juniors proved to have many adept skiers in their ranks. Suddenly before we realized it the Promenade, the highest hill of the year, loomed ahead of us. Gathering all its power, our engine started up the grade saying, ' T think I can, I think I can.” After we had transformed the Great Hall into a Dutch garden, and after the Prom had been pronounced a great success, our train, giving a triumphant toot,” slid down the hill saying, T knew I could, I knew I could.” The Junior Express has carried us to many exciting places. Its warning toot has been sound- ed. Next stop. Senior Land! TTiHriE i ]HI II ILa-IO Standing: Allace Duthie, Suzanne Ingram, Welby Jamesson, Anne Gordon. Seated: Elinor Upper, Helen King, Mary- helen Grande, Sheilah Sullivan, Virginia Holmes, Mildred Mellick, Mary Turrill, Jane Ringling, Audrey McKie. THE CLASS Second Inning — — — — — — The Team of 1939 is warming up. The first event of the year for us was the election of class officers which installed Maryhelen Grande as cap- tain of the Team of 1939 and Virginia Holmes as the Team’s financial manager. In our number we see a few old faces, more new ones. Our old- est member is Suzanne Ingram who made her appearance at the Seminary eight years ago, and there is Mary Turrill who is an old-timer, also. ' □F 1S3S The second semester brought six new members to the Sophomore fold. We were proud to have Helen King carry off diving honors this spring. Instead of giving the Hop, we decided to break tradition this year and enjoy a day at the Moun- tain. Both skiers and wou ld-be skiers had a fine time and we all returned with evidence of the trip very apparent upon our sunburned faces. So much for the second inning! Two more to go. TTIHIIE CLASS OF 1S40 Standing: Vera Fraser Marjorie Evans Anne Chapman Winifred Lucey Lila Sullivan Seated: Mary Moore Elaine Shapiro Blue! White! Our class colors and long may they flourish. Though only beginning our career, we have many interests. Jane praises New York with its skyscrapers, while Marjorie tells amazing tales of movieland. Lila and Ve like the concertina, swimming, skiing, tennis. By the way, Ve is our ten- nis ace. Soon after the close of school Winnie is sailing for Australia to enjoy a holiday far away from familiar scenes. Mary declares there is no place like Alaska. Elaine is the newest member of our class. One sad thing has happened to us — the loss of Nancy who had to desert us for Panama. Nancy promises to be back with us after two years, and we surely hope so. This year some of our members had the honor to be in the Christmas play. We all attended the Frolic and had a marvelous time. The trips to the Mountain will long be remembered, too. We may not have many great deeds to our credit as yet, but wtch us! Time will tell. TTIHEIE ]H[1]KIL IC2) U03 FIFTH AND SIXTH GRADES Standing: Jean Lenham, Virginia Oakley, Peggy Grumbling, Barbara Sutherland, Barbara Lou Rogers, Barbara Ohnick, Marion Ingram, Elka Robbins. Seated: Avonne Nelson, Margaret Jean Langabeer, Donna Rogers, Laurienne Stewart, Jane Titcomb, Caroline Screven, Dorothy Winkler, Barbara Gene Childs, Barbara Turner, Arlene Hoveland, Mary Ann Galloway, Fredella Hackett, Darcia Dayton, Alice Ann Beal. SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES Standing: Marie Eckstrom Frances McGinnis Joan Latimer Jane Snider Ann Weyerhaeuser Louise Wilbur Seated: Winifred Saxton Corinne Latimer Hazel Schaeffer Lael Latimer Sally Ann Gould Virginia Schwan Nancy Longstreth Jane Bronson Anita Derby Bonnie Jean Chitty Mary Lea Griggs Mary Ann Ellison Mary Elizabeth Abeel ) 103 TTIHIIE i]HmEJL.in) LITERARY CD NTRI B UTI □ N S OUR TREES Give me a land of boughs in leaf, A land of trees that stand. Where trees are fallen, there is grief; I love no leafless land. A. E. HOUSMAN. One of the traditions that have remained with the School since its early days is that of having the departing Seniors plant a class tree. These trees, symbols of charaaer and of grace, have beautified the grounds and have become an estab- lished part of the Seminary. Many of the trees which were planted at the old school have been transplanted here because without them the new school was not complete. There are so many trees and shrubs about the school that only a few can be described. The oldest trees on the new school grounds are on the hill by the flagpole overlooking the Sound — a flowering cherry, a flowering crab, and a flow- ering plum. These trees were planted by the classes of ’89 and ’96, the class of ’89 being that of Mrs. Ashton whom we all know so well. In early May these trees are so fully in bloom that look as if they were three big blossoms.. Half-way down the steps leading to the hockey field there is a low, round willow tree. This tree was the first to be planted on the new school grounds, although it really belonged to the last class at the old school. The sixth class tree to be planted is a thickly foliaged and well-shaped sycamore. This tree is probably the most photographed tree on the grounds because of the fine view which forms its background — the terraces back of the school, the Sound, and the hills beyond. A bench be- side this tree offers a favorite gathering place for girls of all ages. Perfect in its beauty is the large weeping, willow which is on the slope next to the tennic couas. It is a huge dome with bowing branches which flow to the ground as if they were almost liquid. In the early evening the willow looks as though its soft, green mass could be blown away with the slightest breeze. The red oak outside the dining room is a tall, slender tree which stands with a graceful pose, its head tilted a little to one side. Its red leaves are scarce and fragile and artistically ar- ranged. It is the favorite roost of the robin whose red breast blends with its red leaves and becomes a part of the foliage. Then there is that circle of tall poplars down at the edge of the lawn which can be seen from a great distance because of their height. They are the most stately of all our trees. There is no more satisfying sight than that of the poplar leaves playing in the wind, and no music more soothing than ’’the whispering sound of the cool colonnade.” These trees which were originally planted at the old school were moved in spite of their size because Bisheop Keator cared so much for them. Besides their beauty, these trees are famous for their prophetic power. They are commonly known as the Wishing Trees.” These trees have been used so much for this purpose that a path has been worn between them. Besides these are many other trees and shrubs including the wild Scotchbroom, all of which have grown since we have been in the present school building. When the Seminary moved into the new school twelve years ago, not only was the landscape bare, but the soil was unsuitable for vegetation. Now with the constant care of Mr. Reynolds, these trees have developed grace and stature, and the bare yard has changed into a smooth green lawn. It is these ornaments of na- ture which give to the Seminary its present beauty and dignity. ELIZABETH GOODE, 1937. RIVERS When I hear the word, ' rivers, ' I think not of softly flowing streams such as those that glide through the picturesque valleys of England. By rivers I am reminded at once of rushing moun- tain torrents that gash their way through rocky gorges, tumble over jagged rocks, and frolic on- ward. Their beds are brightly colored rocks that lie unevenly beneath the clear waters. Along the rocky banks are needles that have dropped from overhanging tamarack, pine, and cedar. No swans idle upon these rivers, but trout glisten in their waters, and perhaps a doe with her fawn frisks near the edge. Refleaions from the sky above are not a solid blue; they are patched with irregular shadows cast by grayish-white clouds. These rivers bubble with energy, they quiver and bound onward. MARY COWELL, 1937. NEW MOON I saw the moon the other night; A tiny one, and new. It seemed but a tear in the sky’s dark coat With heaven shining through. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT, 1937. TTIHIIE TIMOTHY THOMAS THOMPKINTS I know a Timothy Thomas Thompkins Who stands just six feet three, And Timothy Thomas always asks me For a game of tennis and tea. I just can’t get romantic with Timothy Thomas — It must be his name — it can’t be me. I like his mother, I like his father, And I like men six feet three. And what is wrong with Timothy Thomas? It’s a nice name some people say. But I would so much rather have A Tommy, a Bill, or a Ray. But Timothy Thomas has wavy hair And eyes that are very brown. And you ought to see the girls turn round When Timothy Thomas goes to town. But Timothy Thomas doesn’t go very often — He was on his way when he asked me If I wouldn’t have one game of tennis And just a wee spot of tea. I said, ‘No, thank you, Timothy Thomas.” And I wish I hadn’t, for you see He has never since asked for a game of tennis Or just a wee spot of tea. ALLACE DUTHIE, 1939. A NICKEL’S WORTH OF MUSIC The hand-organ man had ground out all his repertoire of the already half-forgotten war music but had not received even a penny. War music usually struck a familiar chord, and those who heard readily tossed him a pence or two. But it was unprofitable to go to Tuddell Court, for there they clinched their pennies tightly. Hard, calloused hands, some pricked, some scarred, clinched their pennies tightly and doled them out only for the necessities of living. When, how- ever, he saw those pitifully tired faces pressed to the windows, straining to hear the last reluctant chords, and knew the children scampered to peek through a crack or to peer over a rail, he hated to turn to more prosperous streets. As he left, he felt the wave of disappointment that came over his listeners. The thought struck him with a sharp pain that it would be a long time before he could afford to bring music to those poor souls ' again, and to forego the shillings that came from wealthier lanes. Just then a small hand reached up to him. Mister, how much will you play for a nickel?” The hand-organ man named his pieces. Wist- ful, longing eyes looked up at him. It was hard to keep the tears back. It was hard not to tell him all about Sally. Sally — well, you see, Sally is sick and there ain’t nothing that’ll help her and she loves music. I thought maybe — maybe you’d play just a nickel’s worth of music for her.” He played his whole repertoire through twice and still played on. Upstairs Sally lay near a window. A faint smile transformed her pale face and parched lips. She forgot the pain in the memories the music brought. Everyone in Tud- dell Court knew the hand-organ man played for Sally and they bowed their heads. As the man turned again down the street he dropped a quar- ter into the little boy’s hand. Buy her some flowers,” he said. JANE THOMAS, 1937. ALL LOVE SAVE THAT The rolling sea I’ve seen at joyous play. And I have watched him rage with foamy hate And dance with wicked glee at mortal fate. In winter storms I’ve cheered his wild affray; In spring I’ve loved him, though he would betray Me, could he draw me through his wat’ry gate. I’ve seen the sea in every mood and state From shimmering silver, blue, and green, and gray, And still my love he holds and ever will. The sea is life and love to me, and song. He understands each human sorrow — ill.. He teaches wisdom and he cures all wrong; The sea may mend a broken soul, then kill All love save that which does to him belong. BARBARA BATHRICK, 1937. THE BROOK’S SONG The little brook tumbles o’er the rocks. As through the years it flows. It’s always young and full of life. And sings a song as it goes. From where it starts to where it ends. Its gurgling songs resound. And never tiring through the days It sings the whole year round. LOUISE WILBUR, Eighth Grade. TTIHIIE REVERIE INSPIRED BY SNOW I sat in the cabin gazing through the window. Outside was snow; snow beating a silent rhythm against the once green earth; snow loading the branches of the trees with a blanket of winter’s making, as if Mother Nature were putting her child to bed. Even the wind had retreated be- fore the silence. The poet Wordsworth spoke of “emotion recollected in tranquillity.” Here tranquillity it- self was emotion. My mind wandered. I thought not of mistakes and failures, but of hopes and aspirations. And always there was the steady silence, silence. There was no avalanche of sound, no hurry to finish the task. Just the steady progress, a building inch by inch to the ultimate. That, I thought, is the way I would build my life. In the distance a bird called feebly. Its feel- ings toward the snow would differ from mine. To the bird the night was chill, relentless. A few more chirps and again all was still. Silence had conquered — silence and the night and snow. I felt a pity for the little bird, an emotion not in tune with my train of thought. But slowly, surely, the snow still falling won me. I closed my eyes and was again lost in dreams. Suddenly my thoughts changed. The fire had died out. I was cold. The glamour of the night had disappeared, and in its stead were stark realities. I opened my eyes. The snow was no longer falling. A wind had sprung up. The sun was rising from its gray hiding place to start a new day. Dawn — and my dreams had broken! BARBARA BATHRICK, 1937. LUCKY DODDY Doddy was a young fawn, so-called by the Iroquois Indians. When very small, he was cap- tured while his little mistress, Wah-haw-tow, was taking a walk with him. It was the month of July, and a forest fire was visible. Wah-haw-tow walked a long dis- tance. While Doddy gambled ahead, she turned back without his knowing it. Doddy kept run- ning on. Suddenly he heard the flapping of the monstrous wings of Elie, a great eagle. Doddy ran ahead under the cover of the light brush. He did not notice which way he was going, but soon realized that he was going right into the fire, because his eyes began to smart. There ' were two ways he could turn. He could either go on toward the fire or he could turn back in the direction where the eagle was. He chose the former. The heat was intense as he progressed toward the fire. Doddy was about ready to turn back when he heard the eagle screech as he found some unfortunate prey. When he regained con- sciousness he found himself in some grass into which he had fallen. The fire was only a glow- ing light on the horizon. Doddy was safe and free. BONNIE JEAN CHITTY, Seventh Grade. TO A FRIEND I miss you As the night waves miss the moon, Or day, the shining sun. You left too soon. I rise at dawn To lonely tread the path of gold To yon high sunny hill. When day is old I walk alone In evening’s somber light Amid the trees where first we met. Till it is night. The seasons change. And I, too, like the Earth which learns To wish for Spring’s arrival, wait For your return. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT, 1937.. CLOUDS Today I looked into the sky And saw a stallion speeding by. White steed of Jove it seemed to be. His silky mane was waving in the breeze. About the world this filmy ribbon streamed Behind the prancing steed. As he went riding through the sky. ELIZABETH GOODE, 1937. SPRING NIGHT Night steals on; In diminishing golden radiance The sun dips Through the misty clouds That weep with grief To see it gone. ELIZABETH ANN HEWITT, 1937. SNAP SHOTS It seems a long time since we returned to another year at the Seminary. Remember the Get- acquainted part) Never can v e forget the cow (which was really K. Paulson and Parkie) and the shy milk-maid who was Lois, nor can we forget the Dachshund (who was motivated by Lorna and Lizzie Goode) . There was no doubt that the party was a triumph, and we all knew each other better afterwards. Just as the Juniors were about to take up the hunt for the spade and the Seniors were muster- ing their courage to bear the disgrace, Dorothy Parker and Sue Fisher extraaed it from its hid- ing-place. It has been much in evidence all yeai. Then there was Hallowe’en when we enter rained the most unusual guests. There was a walking skyscraper (K. Paulson) led around by a robot (D. Parker) . Tammy and Omar honored us by their presence, thanks to Lois and Hummie. And of course all the good, familiar Hallowe’en games were enjoyed. Although we possess but a meager knowledge of sewing, we did our best by our dolls for the Bazaar. One class arranged its table to represent a barn dance with dolls in gingham dresses and country jeans. The window of a toy shop made an inviting display, and a sports parade and nur- sery offered dolls to suit various tastes. The Mis- sionary Society was pleased with the proceeds and was able to bring Christmas cheer to several fam- ilies in the city. And then the Sorority Dance. Was it star dust? We are not sure, but we know the gold stars on the black background made a perfea set- ting for all the gay Seniors. At Christmas time there were the traditional festivities so dear to us all, the dinner followed by the Carol Service in the Chapel. There were several trips to the Mountain this year. The Seniors and Juniors had a party of their own, and the Sophomores and Freshmen followed their example. Greater skill in skiing was by no means the only thing acquired on these trips. Yes, sunburn aplenty was brought back and also something of a Norwegian accent. The Junior Frolic! What a display of heans and colored balloons! Gay couples danced to gay music — a real success and another score for the Juniors. To display their aquarian skill, the swimming ' classes presented a Water Pageant. Remember how the pool was transformed into a tropical lake inhabited by water sprites and mermaids? Remember those cute green frogs? Never shall we forget how beautiful the Great Hall was on the night of the Junior Promenade, with the garlands of daffodils, the Dutch wind- mill, and the little Dutch girls serving punch. The Juniors showed all their ingenuity, and the Seniors for whom they gave the dance had a glorious time. Throughout the year the CREST has claimed much attention, especially in the drawings that have decked its pages. In order to raise funds for the SHIELD, the Staff held an exhibit of kodak pictures and a pet show. The pets in- cluded three live dogs who walked off with com- plimentary first prizes. Just to prove its origi- nality and to have some fun, the Staff enter- tained itself at dinner. The Junior members pro- vided the amusement by giving skits satirizing several incidents of the past year. St. Nicholas came over from Seattle and played games with us one day. We indulged in all kinds of sports, had a picnic lunch in the gymnasium, and thoroughly enjoyed playing to- gether. Oh, and Dad’s Day. Remember how the dads played baseball? Both Blues and Golds had fine teams, but the Golds won. Maybe it was because their captain, Mr. Guyles is an old hand at it. Of course the dinner was a success, with all our class songs and the response of the dads. Field Day, May Day, and the Athletic Asso- ciation banquet came in close succession. We felt that May Day was all that we had hoped. Even the weather sent congratulations, and let the sun shine upon us ’’from dawn till dewy eve.” And now Commencement is at hand. It is hard to realize that we are leaving the Seminary, that we shall not return for another school year. We are quite sure, however, that we shall come back to visit old haunts, however far we may wander. “Hearts turned toward our Alma Mater, May our lives at length Prove thy daughters, bear thy motto: ’On from Strength to Strength.’ ” ¥ I STUDENT COUNCIL Standing: Virginia Holmes, Janet Robbins, Lorna Studebaker, Frances Force, Sue Fisher, president, Frances Sanborn, Jane Ringling, Maryhelen Grande. Seated: Lois Parker, Barbara Ohnick, Mary Cowell, Lucy Strange, Vera Fraser, Elizabeth Goode, Anne Murray. □ FFICER3 DF THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Standing: Frances Young Patricia Fraser Janet Robbins Seated: Dorothy Parker Elizabeth Goode .fkii ' l ' inHiiE iiHiiimiLrin) CHRISTMAS The Christmas season this year seemed especially beautiful. An old English play found an appropriate setting in the Great Hall, and its atmosphere was intensi- fied by symbolic dances presented by the Dance Group. The Christmas dinner which preceded the Carol Service followed all the traditions which make it so memorable an occasion. The Carol Service always means much to the Seminary girls. All the favorite carols were sung, and an address was given by the Bishop. Singing the recessional hymn, We Three Kings,” as we left the Chapel with its dancing candles and fragrant cedar, we took with us something of the meaning of Christmas. At midnight the Seniors sang carols through the corri- dors, a happy ending for our Christmas festivities. THE MOUNTAIN Skiing, ping-pong, dancing, sliding! The Mountain holds all these and more. The girls who were lucky enough to enjoy a week-end at Paradise discovered many wondrous wonders there. Garbed in appropriate togs, they left school in a large bus and expressed their exuber- ance by singing merrily along the way. Skiing all day, taking time out only to appease ravinous appetites, and an hour spent around the huge log fire in the Inn filled the day’s program. Such comical falls could never have been seen before! The next night the skiers returned, sun-burned or — if they were f ortunate — tanned, and per- haps with a few bruises as souvenirs. Hot chocolate and sandwiches were served at the School, and then to bed. THE JUNIOR PROMENADE Our own Great Hall was not itself on the night of the Junior Promenade, but a charming Dutch garden, splashed with vivid colors of spring blooms. Flower- decked windowsills and laticed walls formed a pleasing background for the gay frocks of the dancers. Guests were received by Miss Wilson, presidents of the Junior and Senior classes, and patrons and patronesses. How we enjoyed it all! T e evening was a continual round of festivity — dinner at the Winthrop Hotel, chatting, laugh- ing, dancing to the exciting tempo of the orchestra. DAD’S DAY What a day! What a crowd of dads! What fun! How our dads did swing that bat! The people on the side- lines were ducking their heads and holding their breath, while a few energetic speaators were looking for the ball. To give the dads a chance to collea their dignity and poise, the daughters presented a swimming exhibi- tion. The greatest fun of all came at dinner. Mr. Wallis, accompanied by Mr. Guyles, entertained us delightfully with . several songs. Each class had a song of its own composed especially for the Day, and the dads soon re- sponded. And of course the last song of all was the School Song. This year we were happy to have our Bishop among the dads. We are all looking forward to greeting you again next year, Dads. 0 I I 1 � MAY DAY A beautiful day came this year, we are sure, just to see our glorious May Fete. We shall never forget our lovely queen, Betty June Howe, who with the radiant Maid of Honor, Bette- Jo Simpson, presided so graciously over the festivities. The Senior attendants in their crisp organdie frocks of gay pastel shades were a charming court. Upper and Lower School dancers provided enter- tainment for us all, and the winding of the May pole was the last scene of the afternoon’s gaiety. THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION BANQUET On the evening of May Day the dining room was the ci-oAo of tne Athletic Assu ia ion banquet, one of the most anticipated events in our school year. Lois Parker won the prize for the cleverest table decoration, nx me close of the dinner came the presntation of many awards. A. W. S.’s went to Elizabeth Goode, Dorothy Parker, Ann Huston, Margaret McGinnis, Anne Murray, Frances Young, and Vera Fraser. Judy Fraser won the High Point cup with 190 points. The Blues carried off the Shield. Lower School cups went to Vera Fraser and Bar- bara Ohnick. The great moment came when Sue Fisher announced the choice of Anne Murray as next year’s Key girl. FIELD DAY Good sportsmanship and enthusiasm were shown in Blue and Gold competition in the tennis and badminton finals. On Field Day, hockey, volleyball, and swimming were won by the Golds. In the tennis singles match Judy Fraser won from Elizabeth Goode after a hard struggle. In tennis doubles Alice Ohlson and Mary Jean Morris defeated Judy and Vera Fraser. The most excit- ing game was the badminton match between Constance Franckum and Judy Fraser, which was won finally by Judy. Judy and Vera won the badminton match from Anne Murray and Frances Young. In the match in base- ball between Lower School Blues and Golds, the Golds were viaorious. COMMENCEMENT 1937 Omnia vincif veritas. TTiHriE THE DANCE CLUB Three years ago the Dance Club was organized to offer to those girls who are interested in dancing a chance to create their own compositions. The club has enjoyed an active year. Dancers had an important part in the Christmas festivities, they appeared on the play- day with St. Nicholas, and presented a program on May Day. Theirs was the honor, also, of dancing for the Aloha Club, the Garden Club, and at the College of Puget Sound. The Club ' s favorite dance this year is “Gossip — just why, we hesitate to say! HOCKEY From all appearances one suspects there is nothing that the girls like better than to take old faithful” — their hockey sticks — and follow the crowd down to the field for a good, rousing game of hockey. This year the games were exceptionally exciting because of several ties and close scores. The players on the field are not alone in their enthusiasm, for the spectators on the bleachers play a game themselves hr v oting and trying tu tdi ttioir friends how to Almost before one realizes it, the iiuic 15 over. Winners and losers happily hurry off to tea, arm in arm, while they discuss the game just played and anticipate the one to follow. THE SWIMMING MEETS Honors go this year to the Gold team for the best performance on Dad ' s Day. Their exhibition of racing and diving was outstanding. Frances Young lived up to all expectations as the school ' s star fancy diver. Others who deserve credit are Helen King, Judy and Vera Fraser, and Lois Parker. Once again on Field Day the cham- pionship was awarded to the Gold team. Frances Young out-stroked all the other girls in school and was presented with the Swimming Cup. Helen King ' s diving perform- ance are excellent, and it is no wonder that she received the Diving Cup. The girls are to be congratulated on their fine team spirit and on their individual performance. RIDING Friday afternoon, and the girls are ready for another much anticipated ride on the prairies. If you wish to sweep away your troubles, a fast canter over the wide, undulating prairie is just the thing. If, however, you prefer to meditate upon some weighty problem, or only to forget everything except the beauty of the landscape, you may poke along the deep, mossy trails of the wood near-by. After the ride tea is served in the club house —welcome refreshment, indeed. Then the girls climb into the truck and return to school, happy and at peace ' with the world. m I t T FROM DUR ALUMNAE Jane Bourne, President of the class of 1936 andFreshman Trustee Scholar at Mills College, sends this account of her experiences. . . . Commencement proved to be more truly the beginning” we were told it is than I imagined last year. Beginning college has brought with it a thrill that I cannot explain. The opening of the world before you and the vastness of the knowledge there is to acquire are as alive to me at the end of the year as they were at the first. One of the best of the many campus activiti- ties is the Dance Club under Tina Flade, pupil of Mary Wigman. The club meets an hour a week outside the Regular dance classes. Each year it takes part in a dance symposium held with similar groups from seven other western colleges. This year Stanford was our hostess. Each group presented a dance of its own composition. This was followed by a period of improvisation; then the high spot of the day — an exhibition of tech- nique by six of Martha Graham’s troupe. I asked one of the girls how Betty Garrett is getting along, and she said, as I expected, Very, very well.” No, I doubt if I’ll ever forget Mr. Wallis’ off- repeated phrase, Some day you’ll appreciate this singing.” It’s not that I ever seriously doubted him, but the proof of the pudding” came v hen I joined the college choir. We are often asked to sing for organizations around the Bay region, and find our hosts friendly and great fun. On several occasions we have sung in churches. The biggest event was going to the City to sing at a dinner held in celebration of Mills’ eighty-fifth anniversary. Our disappoint- ment over not hearing Mr. Hoover speak, as we had anticipated, was eased by having on our table the birthday cake, three feet in diameter! Really, I could go on eternally. I’d like to tell you about the concerts and operas; the dis- tinguished people one encounters; about the girls who come from thirty-five states and ten foreign countries. You are not at all surprised by Chinese girls in native dress, or by two dark-skinned sis- ters from India with braids of straight, black hair reaching to their hips — these looking odd with American - made sweaters and yards of cloth draped much like Roman togas. I could tell you much more, but you will agree that a few surprises should be left for you. We have received this letter from Betty Gar- rett, 1936, who is studying at the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York: I’ve been having such an interesting time that there are hundreds of things I could write about. It’s such fun to be able to write to you all like this. By this time you must be all ready to go home for the sum- mer with. I’m sure, a happy year behind you. Last night I saw Katharine Cornell in Candida,” and enjoyed it very much. The night before I saw Martha Graham and her group on her return to New York. I’ve seen Jimmie Fogg quite often lately. We have lunch together all the time and we even went to the Circus. I think I’m very lucky to be studying here in New York under two such geniuses as Martha Graham and Lehman Engel, our singing teacher. But so much for New York — I only wish I could peek in on those last few days before vacation which were always so excit- ing, but I’ll be thinking of you all. From Frances Anderson, 1933, a Smith Per- son,” comes this account of Smith’s great day: Washington’s Birthday is set aside as Rally Day. In the morning all of us, attired in white and adorned with our respective class colors, as- semble in John M. Green Hall. When the Fresh- man and Sophomores are seated in the balcony, Mr. Moog at the organ begins a joyous march. The Juniors and Seniors enter, then the Faculty, resplendent in academic regalia. Last comes our beloved president, Dr. Neilson. In his blue and red Edinburgh gown he portrays all the scholar should be, yet his black velvet beret set roguishly over one eye hardly conceals the twinkle that so endears him to us. The program includes an original poem and an address by some person of distinction. In the afternoon we have an all-Smith rally — much fun, a basketball game, and polish it off by going out to tea, that great collegiate institu- tion. In the evening is held the Rally Day Show, a take-off of the Faculty. Each of the three upper classes presents an act. One year it was the Divine Comedy,” the Sophomores depicting Hell, the Juniors Purgatory, and the Seniors Heaven! The grand finale is the Faculty Show. Once Mr. Patch who weighs a mere two hundred twenty made a magnificent Lady Macbeth, when the Show was a satire on the New Deal, Lady Macbeth of Northampsk.” Rally Day is really an occasion. On my cal- endar Washington’s Birthday will always have a red star — not only to recall happy memories, but to remind me of the grand day they are having at Smith. Ur I TTIHIIE OIHIIIEI ]0 103 IN MEMDRIAM TD TAMMY - - - Perhaps, O Queen Proserpina, in your dim realm beyond the Gates of Sleep, there may appear before your throne a little, dusky shade, whose bright eyes shine beneath his shaggy locks, who, with uplifted paws, will ask you silently to toss the ball he drops before your feet. Pray love him well, for in the world above like you he too was loved, and now is mourned, companion for a playful mood, a friend who shared the wondering of a kindly heart. Pray give him your caress, Proserpina, then toss his ball far out across the fair Elysian Fields, where dwell none but the true of heart, that like those noble souls he too may know in death the same joy that was his in life. MARIE WOODWORTH TEMPLETON.