Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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.

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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.

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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.’ ”