Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1938 volume:

ANNIE WRIGHT SEMINARY TACOMA. WASHINGTON With grateful appreciation, we dedicate THE SHIELD of 1938 to Marie Woodworth Templeton, friend, teacher, faculty adviser to the Staff. Her guidance and her help in securing and arranging the contents, have made The 1938 Shield possible. TTHC SHIGLD My sincere and affectionate greetings to all Seminary girls . . . To those who have left their Seminary school days behind them, with the rich memories of youthful endeavor and lasting friendships . . . To those who now in their happy days in Annie Wright, are experiencing the joys, and sometimes the disappointments, of attainment. The Seminary wishes for all times your affection and loyalty. A cordial welcome will await you whenever your thoughts and your steps turn to us. SALLIE EGERTON WILSON. Standing: Sheilah Sullivan, Frances Young, Martha Turner, Faye Garber, Margaret McGinnis, Cleo Garber, Barbara Roberts, Muriel Martson, Anne Murray. Second row: Lorraine Savin, Marjorie Beam, Valerie Walkinshaw, Frances Sanborn, Marie Templeton, Beverley Old, Bette-Jo Simpson, Ann Huston, Joan Burmeister, Shirley Robbins. THE STAFF □ F THE CREST AND THE SHIELD Editor Margaret McGinnis Associate Edir«  i Literature Martha Turner Art Shirley Robbins School News Bette-Jo Simpson Alumnae Anne Murray Current Events Barbara Roberts Assistants Muriel Mattson Valerie Walkinshaw Sheilah Sullivan Jean Bullen Faye Garber Features Joan Burmeister Lower School Bonnie Jean Chitty Printing Frances Sanborn Cleo Garber Business Managers Frances Young Marjorie Beam Assistant Editor of The Shield Lorraine S t m Barbara Ohnick Jean Hutchinson Faculty Adviser Ann Huston Marie Woodworth Templeton THG SHIELD 19)38 HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1938 In September, 1924, one lone member of rhe illustrious class of 1938 started on her Seminar) ' career — Joan Burmesiter. In January, however, she was joined by Margaret McGinnis. The fol- lowing September our numbers were increased by Anne Murray and Frances Young. Thus with these early founders and with Martha Turner, Jean Hutchinson, and Mary Jean Morris who soon joined them, began our history at the Seminar) ' . The years passed with surprisingly few mishaps. In June, 1934, we received our eighth grade diplomas with proud hearts. Among these gradu- ates were Mary Nasmyth, Shirley Robbins, and Judy Fraser. Joy complete! Now we were Freshmen. Vir- ginia Crowe, Lois Parker, Virginia Humbird, Frances Sanborn, and Joan Hopkins joined our energetic ranks that year. We took active parts in sports, and were enthusiastic participants in all school activities. Anne Murray as our president led us successfully, and it was said that we showed promise of future renown. As Sophomores we certainly began to fulfil that prophecy. Martha Turner was our leader that year. Lois Jannsen was our only new member. In the fall we distinguished ourselves in athletics by winning the hockey championship. After Christ- mas we gave a carnival which is not yet forgotten. It had all the concessions, barkers (shall we ever forget Parkie?), balloons, food of a real carnival, but it was free. After Easter came our Hop which, we are told, we handled remarkably well. The night of the Prom we had the traditional theatre party and feast. What quantities of food we did consume that night! Then came the climax of the whole year, the Athletic Banquet, at which we were much in evidence. With spirits high, we strode into our junior year. It was a thrill to be upper classmen, especially since our increased numbers added to our import- ance. Ann Huston, Bette-Jo Simpson, Patricia and Phyllis Fraser, Marjorie Beam, Cleo Garber, and Constance Franckum had now joined us. Anne Murray was again our able engineer. The first semester fairly flew, sports being uppermost in our minds. Before we realized it, Christmas was upon us, bringing with it the Carol Service and a jolly party in Miss Wilsons apartment. In almost no time at all we were planning for the Frolic. We chose valentines as our motif, and the gymnasium became a bevy of red hearts. Then came the most important event of all, the Prom. We transformed the Great Hall into a Dutch garden and the Freshmen attendants wore Dutch costumes. Surely there never has been and never will be such a dance. When May Day came, Bette-Jo Simpson was our lovely representative at the Queen ' s court. Commencement passed. At last we were ready to assume the honors and responsibilities of seniors. When we returned in the fall, it was hard to believe that we really were SENIORS. As soon as elections were over, however, Ann Huston hav- ing been elected president, and Martha Turner, vice-president, we began a short search for the spade-short, because within three days Lois Parker found it. For the last lap of our journey Eleanor Godfrey and Barbara Roberts joined us. The next important event of the fall term was the sorority dance which more than fulfilled our expectations. Before the Christmas holidays came our last Carol Service at the Seminary. Afterwards we met in Miss Wilson ' s cottage for a festive party and at midnight we sang carols in the corridors. Then in April the Juniors entertained us at the Prom. The first week-end in May was set aside for Dad ' s day, and surely the dads have never been so jolly as they were this year. A week later we joyfully crowned our lovely May Queen, Frances Young. Her charming Junior artendant was Sheilah Sulli- van. We could not have asked for anything more beautiful than our May Day. Commencement festivities began with the Junior-Senior banquet after which we held the formal sorority initiation. Then came Class Day with the planting of our tree, the willing of our prized possessions, and the bonfire. The Senior Play, The Cradle-Song, was a triumphant suc- cess — we thought. The Great Day finally arrived. After working and waiting for it during so many years we could hardly believe that it was now a reality. The story of the Class of 1938 is now another colorful page in the annals of a wonderful school. Our motto, Esse quam videre, and that of the Seminary, From strength to strength, have been our guides. And now with many a backward glance of longing we say, Farewell. 19)3© THE SHIELD f SENIORS MARJORIE BEAM Portland, Oregon Entered in her junior year. Assistant Business Manager of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend Whitman Col- lege. JOAN BURMF.ISTER Tacoma, Washington Entered in the kindergarten. Secretary -treasurer of the Sophomore class. Associate editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to enter Whir- man College. VIRGINIA CROWE Tacoma, Washington Entered in the first grade. Re- entered in her freshman year. Vice president of the Senior Sorority. Scholarship. Mills College. w 1938 CONSTANCE FRANCKUM Vancouver, British Columbia Entered in 1936. President of the Athletic Association. Plans to attend the University of British Columbia. JUDY FRASER Tacoma. Washington Enteied in the eighth grade. Blue team captain. Plans to attend Mills College. PATRICIA FRASER Boise, Idaho Entered in her junior year. Secretary-t r e a s u r e r of the Senior class. Vice president of [lie Junior class. Plans to at- tend Scripps College. PHYLLIS FRASER Boise, Idaho Entered in her junior year. President of the Senior Soror- ity. Plans to attend Scripps Colleee. TH£ SHIELD 1 3 SENIORS CLEO GARBER Cbewela, Washington Entered in 1936. Associate editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Wisconsin. ELEANOR GODFREY Seattle, Washington Entered in her senior year. Daughter of Seminary alumna. Memory Stiles. Plans to at- tend Washington State Col- lege. JOAN HOPKINS Spokane, Washington Entered in the seventh grade and attended the Seminary through her freshman year. Re-entered in her senior year. Plans to attend the University of Washington. M w 1338 VIRGINIA HUMBIRD Chemainus, British Columbia Entered in her freshman year. Vice president of the Fresh- man class. Gold team captain. Plans to attend the University of Washington. ANN HUSTON Seattle, Washington Entered in her junior year. President of the Senior class, first semester. Crucifer. As- sistant editor of the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Washington. JEAN HUTCHINSON Tacoma, Washington Entered in the kindergarten. Crucifer. Assistant editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Washington. LOIS JANNSEN Seattle. Washington Entered in her sophomore year. Plans to attend the Uni- versity of Washington. 19)3© THG SHIGLD SENIORS MARGARET McGlNNIS Tacoma y Washington Entered in the kindergarten. Crucifer. Secretary-treasurer of the Athletic Association. Edi- tor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Freshman Trustee Scholar. Milts College. MARY JEAN MORRIS Tacomj, Washington Entered in the third grade. Secretary-t reasurer of the Freshman class. Plans to at- tend Mills College. ANNE MURRAY T acorn a. Washington Entered in the kindergarten. President of the class during her freshman and junior years. Holder of the Key. Associate editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend Vas- St st St St. St St. st 1938 MARY NASMYTH Sumner. Washington Entered in the seventh grade. Plans to enter Whitman Col- lege. LOIS PARKER Portland, Oregon Entered in her freshman year. Secretary-treasurer of the Junior class. President of the Student Council. Received the award for Athletic Sportsman- ship presented by Judy and Vera Fraser. Plans to attend the University of Washington. SHIRLEY ROBBINS Tacoma, Washington Entered in the eighth grade. Secretary-t reasurer of the Senior Sorority. Art editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the LIniversity Washington. BARBARA ROBERTS Portland, Oregon Entered in her senior year. Associate editor of the CREST tod the SHIELD. Plans to attend Whitman College. THG SHIGLD V, SENIORS FRANCES SANBORN Fernie, British Columbia Entered in her freshman year. Vice president of the Sopho- more class. Secretary of the Student Council in 1937. As- sociate editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. President of the Missionary Society. Plans to enter Vassar College. BETTE-JO SIMPSON Seattle. Washington Entered in her junior year. Maid of honor. Associate Edi- tor of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to attend the University of Washington. K W M w 1338 MARTHA TURNER Toco ma, Washington Entered in the first grade. President of the Sophomore class. Associate editor of the CREST and the SHIELD. President of the Senior class, second semester. Plans to en- ter Stanford University. FRANCES YOUNG Toco ma, Washington Attended the Seminary during kindergarten and re - entered in the third grade. Secretary- treasurer of the Athletic As- sociation during her junior year. Vice president of the Student Council. Our lovely May Queen. Business Man- ager of the CREST and the SHIELD. Plans to enter Wel- lesley College. Top row (left to right): Joan Burmeister, Jean Hutchinson, Anne Murray, Frances Sanborn, Marjorie Beam, Virginia Crowe, Ann Huston, Bette-Jo Simpson, Mary Nasmyth. Center row: Joan Hopkins, Shirley Robbins. Frances Young. Bottom row: Mary Jean Morris, Margaret McGinnis, Judy Fraser, Eleanor Godfrey, Martha Turner, Geo Garber, Lois Parker. McMillin. Second row: Jane Ringling, Mildred Mellick. Gwen Couch, Sheilah Sullivan, Helen Brachvogel, Bernice Schafer, Faye Garber, Muriel Mattson. First row: Vernetta Rowland, Elinor Upper, Mary Filberg, Valerie Walkin- shaw. Mary Turrill. THE CLASS OF 1939 This is your Junior SHIELD reporter bringing you the latest news about the Class of ' 39. Flash! — Returns from the fall election of offi- cers showed that Beverley Old was the class choice for president. In the spring balloting for the Maid of Honor, Sheilah Sullivan was the lucky winner selected to attend the Queen of the May. The coveted honor of Key Girl fell to Jean Bullen. Flash! — In the sports column head liners in basketball were Valerie Walkinshaw and Lorraine Savin (both known also for their accomplishments in artistic pursuits). Famed as ski yumper was Flinor Upper. Flash! — On the society page, first place was given to two important events of the year carried out under Junior direction. Novel, indeed, was the ski lodge, scene of the Frolic — and all due praise was given to Lulu, champion skier, who remained poised, throughout the evening, for her daring leap. As a setting for the Prom, the Great Hall became a tulip-filled garden, and here the Juniors entertained their Senior guests. Well — we have written 30 for our junior year, but next year we hope to flash back as Seniors. Standing: Anne Chapman, Lila Sullivan, Patricia Osborne. Seated: Vera Fraser. Patricia Bouvee. Marjor Margaret Keys. THE CLASS OF 1940 THE LOG OF THF SS 40 The good ship, 40, began its course last September with three new members of the crew, Admiral Jane Duell, Rear Admiral Margaret Keys, and Private Patricia Bouvee. Our craft first cast anchor at the Doll Bazaar. Here the crew went ashore, and all hands set to work to build a doll circus, a project which proved to be highly successful. Our ship cruised into the Christmas play in which Rear Admiral Keys trans- formed herself into an angel. Soon afte rwards Jane Duell was transferred, and Admiral Lila Sullivan took her place. At Second Semester a new member was added to the crew, Patricia Osborne. On April thirtieth the crew took a night off, saw a movie, and enjoyed a feast in the girls ' parlor. Further entertainment was provided that evening in the balcony of the Great Hall, from which look-out there was an excellent view of Seniors and Juniors dancing at the Prom. On a May night the good ship, 40, put into port, and its crew made merry at a barn dance with friends who arrived in School Bus A. W. S. 1941. THG SHIGLD Standing: Barbara Mears, Louise Wilbur, Mary Griggs, Barbara Hibbard, Ann Weyerhaeuser, Catherine Snyder, Betty- Jo Coleman, Mary Ann Ellison. Seated: Catherine Cowell, Nancy Longstreth, Mary Elizabeth Abeel, Muriel SpofTorth. THE CLASS OF 1941 SCHOOL BUS A W S 1911 The driver of our bus is Catherine Cowell, the assistant is Mary Griggs, and the ticket collector is Barbara Mears. The first passengers were Mary Elizabeth Abeel and Mary Ann Ellison, who climbed on the bus at First Street. At the corner of Fourth Street, Ann was picked up. Weedee and Nancy boarded the bus on our way up the hill, at Sixth and Seventh Streets. Muriel, Betty- Jo Coleman, Catherine Snyder, Barbara Mears, and Barbara Hibbard were just in time to travel with us on the first lap along the Hieh Road. In the front seat we see Nancy pondering over her lines for the spring play. Beside her is our poet, Louise. Behind them sits Ann, gazing at her chevron for First team hockey, while Mary thinks longingly of the Mountain. Across from them Betty Jo and the two Barbaras are recalling the fun they had at the Hallowe ' en party, repre- senting the Marx Brothers. Everyone is anticipating the stop the bus will soon make at a large barn beside the road. Here, when the crew of the SS 40 has arrived, we shall all dance together at the annual Freshman- Sophomore Hop. THG SHIELD FIFTH AND SIXTH GRADES Back row: Mar, Turner, Frances r, Virginia Oakley, Patty Billings, Helen Ann Shepard, Barbara Gene Childs, Barbara row: Patsy Childs, Barbara HufTord, Nancy Griggs, Wendy Wagner, Billie Jean immert, Gwen Lee Cole, Dorothy Ann Christoffersen. Janet Saxton. SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES Back row: Corinne Latimer. Marie Eckstrom, Jane Bronson, Frances McGinnis, Elizabeth Olzendam, Virginia Schwan, Joan Latimer, Hazel SchaefFer, Lael Latimer, jane Snider, Jean Lenham. Second row: Bonnie Jean Chitty, Patsy Crebbs, Virginia Hulb ert, Patricia Edgerton, Winifred Saxton, Georgiana Wiebenson, Dorothy Richards, Caroline Screven. Marian Ingram. First row: Sally Ann Gould, Dorothy Winkler, Alice Ann Beal. Barbara Ohnick. Elka Robbins, Avonne Nelson, Laurienne Stewart. 1B3© TH6 SHIGLD STUDENT COUNCIL Standing: Joan Latimer, Constance Franekum, Li la Sullivan, Beverley Old, Margaret Keys, Barbara Ohniek. Second row: Marjorie Beam. Frances Sanburn, Jane Ringling. First row: Joan Hopkins, Frances Young, Lois Parker, president, Ann Huston. Marv Filberg, Catherine CowcIL OFFICERS OF THE ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Constance Franekum, president Margaret McGinnis Virginia Humbird THG SHIELD US)3© o LITERARY CONTRIBUTIONS WANDERLUST I stood on the pier and watched them go by, Ships sailing for Java, Suez, Shanghai; Some were for England, others for France, Some just returned from the Isle s of Romance. And I stood on the pier and thought of the day When I might be sailing to Japan or Bombay. There was one that was battered and tired and worn; She was a freighter from far-off Melbourne; A passenger liner, proud queen of the seas, Pointed her bow toward the Dutch Celebes. And I watched them all leave with a lump in my throat, For I longed to sail on some far-destined boat. ELEANOR GODFREY, 1938. HEAT The day was hot. The sultry sun beat into the valley, scorching, penetrating. Low-hanging dust penetrated the landscape and shrouded the distant hills in yellow haze. The sandy road stretched straight through the valley. Along its edge grew low underbrush, weighted down with dust. There were no trees. There was no shade. Nothing was shielded from the furious sun which burned and burned everything. The man with the heavy pack wondered if there was any green left in the dust- laden ferns. The thin little dog wondered, too, but doubted it. The man struck the ferns with his heavy stick. More dust rose, revealing dull brown fronds. The man tried to grin; the dog tried to wag his tail. Both failed. Then — a distant nimble. The man looked up. Far to the south black clouds rose over the hills and swiftly approached. The little dog, motion- less, except for a slight quivering of his nose, stared. Rain, breathed the man. A sense of uneasiness, of awakening, filled the valley. Higher and faster climbed the clouds. The sun faded. A drop of rain. The rumble of thun- der, much nearer. The valley was suddenly filled with a profound tenseness. Everything was wait- ing, silent, motionless. Crash! — a streak of white cut the sky! Walls of rain were blown wildly by the screaming wind! The sky was a tangled mass of grey, lighted only by the flares which slashed through the atmo- sphere. But the man with the little dog huddled be- tween his legs stood erect and looked into the sky; and as the rain cut the dust caked on his cheeks, he smiled. VIRGINIA CROWE, L95 THE MOUNTAIN Wild winds have whipped my jagged peaks, With angry howls have broken sleep; The weeping clouds have kissed my cheeks Where rivers plunged to canyons deep. Mad lightning s lash and thunder ' s crash Have rocked my throne for ages gone; My crumbling sides the tempest s dash Has scored for nature ' s battles won. mary McMillan, 1939. A DIFFERENT afternoon I have a very special trail over which I walk only on stormy days. It leads around a narrow piece of land jutting out into the ocean for a mile. It is low, flat, and sand covered, except here and there where a few wisps of grass have braved through the hard-packed surface. The sand rolls in mounds; when I stand on the top of them the wind seems to blow me along. At the tip where the waves come rolling in and the wind blows the spray about, I like to stand and gaze. There is nothing to look at save the great grey breakers that come furiously dashing in, crashing upon the shore, and the wind that stretches the grass taut against the ground. It is not a beautiful walk I would never think of taking it on a sunny day. But just as soon as I feel a storm brewing I take down my rain slicker and out I go to spend a different afternoon. MARY FILBERG, 193 MORNING Drowning out die sea gulls ' scream comes the thundering tide, flinging its salty spray high upon the wind-swept beach. White lines of surf crash to their doom, raging over hidden rocks, then slipping back silently, leaving behind their foamy breath and the echoing calls in distant caves. The pale gray mists which veil the sea slowly rise and melt as the sun ' s early rays filter through. The flying birds cut dark patterns against a blue sky scattered here and there with wind-blown billows. Thousands of glistening pools left by the reced- ing tide throw back images of light as the sun rises higher and higher to a brilliant summer ' s day. VALERIE WALKINSHAW, 19 9. THG SHI6LD v O GIFTS FROM AN UNKNOWN BACHELOR Seven years ago I received a book from an unknown gentleman! On Christmas morning, nineteen thirty-one, I excitedly opened a mys- terious package. It was The Oregon Trail, by Francis Parkman. My excitement fell to the ground with a thud. It was the book that the High School girls groaned about. Many a time I had heard them say what a dry book it was, and I was in only the fourth grade! On the fly- leaf in a precise hand was the inscription: ' To Jean with my very best wishes for a happy Christ- mas, from J. L. Hooper. The next year at Christ- mas I received another book called The Book oj the Flower Fairies. This book, more suited to my age, was a charming book of poetry beautifully illustrated. The following year I received Vanity Fair, by Thackeray. The book was not moved from the bookshelf until three years later. Every year since then this gentleman has sent me a book at Christmas. Nineteen thirty-six brought me A Little B udget of Home Stones. This was a small book with thick pages, enormous print, and short, choppy sentences which reminded me of one of my first readers. Last Christmas came a tiny book called A Flower Fairy Alphabet. I remember an alphabet book that I knew by heart at the age of five. I have always remembered the verse that went with the letter Z. Z ' is for Zebra Who has all the stripes. But as this book has to do with flowers it says: Z is for Zinnia, pink or red; See them in the flower-bed, ( pper, orange, all agl v. Making such a stately show. All these gifts have been sent to mc by a bachelor whom my father met on one of his many business trips, and whom I have never seen. This year after writing my usual thank-you note, not more than two weeks later I received a letter from him. He sent me a picture of his dog and informed me that he was going back to England and planned to stop in Tacoma on his way East. We expect him next week, and won t he be sur- prised when he sees that I ' m not six any more! JEAN WEBSTER, 1940. THE FIRST DIVE You sit on the edge of the pool and look down at the water. All the time you are muttering to yourself, will. I will. Then you stop and shudder as you notice the depth. You imagine yourself under water struggling to come up, and shudder again. But now you ' re set, head down, hands to- gether, and a deep breath. One, two, three — no, not this time, next time. But next time is al- ready that dreadful this time. You can ' t believe it. It isn ' t true. You ' re actually losing your bal- ance. Then comes the awful moment just before you hit the water. When you come out dripping with water, you surmise that it was not so bad after all. GEORGIANA WIEBENSON, Eighth Grade. NIGHT The sky was like a dark blue sieve Turned upside down, and the stars Were peeping through like small, silver suns Covering the Earth with a dim light. DAY The sun like a big yellow ball Shone down on the green meadow And polished the hills in the distance, Till they gleamed like piles of gold. JOAN LATIMER, Eighth Grade. THE PEACEFUL OUTDOORS The waters were smooth and tranquil. The sea gulls flew noiselessly about. A dog lay drows- ing on the beach. The mountains stood out across the water, and the sun was going down behind them. A sailboat was anchored to an old, pic- turesque dock. Not a sound could be heard for even the flies were asleep. MARTHA BINNS, Sixth Grade. A PLAIN DONKEY I am just a plain donkey that happened to see the birth of Christ. Don ' t you think I was very lucky? I will tell you the whole story. One night it all happened. I was in my stall almost asleep, when a man and a woman came into the barn. They looked around. Just then I fell asleep. I was very foolish to do that. I was awakened by a crying sound. I opened my eyes very quickly and I saw in my manger a beautiful Baby. I felt kind of funny, because I was not used to having a baby in my manger. By that time all the ani- mals of the barn were awakened and they were crowding around my manger. I had the best view of the pretty Baby. Soon our master came in and kneeled and bowed his head. I looked up at the ceiling and I saw some angels. Then I looked outside and I saw a big star shining above the barn in the sky. BILLIE JEAN RUST, Fifth Grade. TTHG SHIGLD ICE-SKATING Over the shining blue ice dances a figure to the music of the Blue Danube. The figure is dressed in a short, full skating-skirt of blue with a small line of white fur around the bottom. The skates are white shoe-skates with blades of shining, blue steel. Now a turn, then a jump, then a whirl, but always keeping time to the music. When the music stops, the figure stops. When the music goes fast, the figure goes fast. Then the song ends. The figure bows and skates off the ice. BARBARA TURNER, Sixth Grade. MIDNIGHTS RESCUl Midnight was a mother cat with three baby- kittens. She was as black as midnight and lived near the great Mississippi River. She dearly loved her three kittens. Their names were Mustard, Delay, and Early. Mustard was a tan color and he was very fond of stinging puppy Duke on the nose when he came too near. Delay was smallest of the bunch, he was always late for bathing time and ALWAYS made up a delayed excuse. (Which he was very- good at.) Early was the very opposite. He always was awake, alert, and happy, and he was AL- WAYS ready to play, ANYTIME. Puppy Duke was the puppy. He was very old and he always wanted to make friends with Mus- tard, but never got a chance. Now every year the Mississippi would over- flow in the spring, and a terrible flood would sweep over the land. It was just the middle of March, when they were awakened by a terrible upro.ir, where Midnight lived. What ' s that noise, mother? asked Early. Horrors! exclaimed Midnight. Its the Mississippi. Wake up, Mustard, and Delay, run and tell Duke to bark to Mistress and Master. They can understand him. Early did all this in such a hurry that it did not seem a minute until he was back. Duke woke up Mr. and Mrs. Brown. In a minute everybody was awake. Mr. Brown was down putting every- thing in the boat, and Mrs. Brown was getting the clothes and food from the house down to the boat. Midnight managed to get her kittens up to the highest place on the roof, when the flood came. The boat was starting off without Midnight and her kittens, when Duke began whining and growling. What ' s the matter, Duke? said Mrs. Brown. Duke could not stand it any longer. He jumped off the boat, swam back to the house, and got Midnight and her kittens into their basket, and carried it in his mouth, and swam through the cold, cold water to the boat. Mrs. Brown helped them up to the boat and took Duke in her arms and carried him into the cabin. Then she got Midnight and her kittens and took them into the cabin, too. She gave Duke a warm bath and dried him well and put him by the fire. He was com- pletely exhausted. Then she gave Midnight a saucer of hot milk. Then they all curled up by Duke and went off to sleep. OLIVE BELL, Fifth Grade. THE FAIRIES Oh! See the fairies dancing, All dancing in a ring; And hear their tiny voices Sing tra la la, sing. My, look at the gay colors — Blue, green and yellow. Look, look at that little one, That tiny little fellow. Why! He ' s a little elf All dressed in brown. Oh! Look at that pretty one With a lovely gown. PATSY CHILDS, Fifth Grade. AN EASTER BUNNY I saw a little Easter bunny, As white as white as snow; But when he jumped, he looked so funny. Because he could not go. His great big ears just weighed him down. And he was bored to tears; Because he was the one that was The one that had big ears. I REDELLA HACKETT, Sixth Grade. 8 1938 THG SHIELD FROM OU Mary Jane Stamm, 1935, who received the Keen Memorial Wreath, sends this greeting from Mills College. APPRECIATION Appreciation — It is a queer word because by definition it means to price or value, to esti- mate justly, to recognize or feel the worth of or to esteem duly. And yet how many things do we take for granted without fully recognizing the value therein. Do you fully appreciate your school and the opportunities that are offered there? Do you value the friendship of your instmctors and recognize the interest which they show in you? And again do you entirely realize and esteem the efforts which your families have made in order to send you to a girl ' s school? Perhaps it would be better to sav that when you leave your school, your Annie Wright Sem- inary, you will look back upon it and the days spent there with fuller comprehension. Perhaps your sense of value will be keener than before. Mavbe there will be a trace of sadness as you look back over events which you might have felt more deeply. However, rhere will be a much greater sense of appreciarion when scenes of happy days crowd your memory. Leam to estimate justly and be grateful for the opportunities offered so that when you leave your school there will be only one regret — that you were not able to stay longer. Jean Anderson, 1937, writes of an extended sojourn in the south. A SOUTHWESTERN JAUNT In my year away from school duties I have had a journey whose itinerary has taken me into the great Southwest. California is rightly adver- tised and Arizona ' s sunsets are as beauriful as pic- tured. The two bridges at San Francisco add mate- rially to the already marvelous view. Chinatown is unique. At the telephone company ' s office, an ornamenred pagoda, the operators must be able to speak six of the seven dialects spoken in China- rown in addition to English, Italian, and German. Going down the coast, Los Angeles is next in importance. Almost everything in this vicinity is done on a gigantic scale; buildings rail, city limits ro the ocean, boulevards long, and civic projects in proportionate size. But above its size the at- tractions arc the deciding factors. Still farther down the coast lies the charming city of San Diego with its sub-tropical atmosphere. Old Town with its historic points and Balboa Park s fourteen hun- dred acres add greatly to that sea port. There is a fascination about the desert that is inexplainable. Each day of the month in Tuscon made the thought of leaving harder. Arizona is so rich in minerals rhar visits to the mines were ALUMNAE unavoidable. Near Tuscon is Colossal Cave which has many formations resembling animals and per- sons. Hundreds of bats in one portion give the cave that needed touch. The trip from beginning to end I enjoyed to the maximum. From Jane Bourne, President of the Class of 1936 and Trustee Scholar at Mills College, comes the following letter. To all the Seminary: I ' m so happy to have the opportunity of put- ting a few words inro The SHIELD. Receiving the annual is such fun, for although many of the alumnae have lost really close contact with the Seminary, we still have the sincere interest in it — or even more. This spring vacation while flying from Seattle to Portland, we passed directly over the School. It looked perfectly beautiful from the air. In that view so many memories came back to me. There was the Chapel, which means so much to all of us; the gym, where we Golds had to fight so hard for our victories; the field, where in earlier days we ground out credits for our teams; the tower, scene of May Day and of our Twelfth Night. All thar the Seminary has meant to me came back more clearly than ever. It occurred to me looking at the School from far above that in the same way it is not until we have been out and away from Annie Wright that we realize what she has given us in background, experiences, and associations. All these things are increasingly appreciared as time goes on. There ' s really very lirtle to report about myself — though I seem to be inhumanly busy. I have been granted a scholarship for Dance at the Mills Summer Session, and I shall act as student assist- ant. It will be thrilling, for I II work under Bonnie Bird of Martha Graham ' s school, Lester Horton, and our Tina Flade. Next year I may be at Mills again or in the east — it isn ' t definite yet. Love to you all. Jane. Frances Crawford, 1937, is continuing her studies at Stanford University. In her senior year at the Seminary she wrote the following tr.msl.i tion: IN THE SPRING OF THE YEAR Gaius Valerius Carullus Now the jocund Spring the happy season brings; Now the winter ' s age must hush his blust ' ry rage; And Zephyr, debonair, walks the fields of air. Nor will Catullus grieve Phrygian lands to leave. Now Asia-wards we fly to cities proud and high. Again my hearr is gay, eager on to stray; Now eagerly my feet, glad again, grow fleet. Farewell my comrades dear, together for a year, Who by one way left Rome, and now take many home. THG SHIELD 1B3B o It, PANORAMA OF THE YEARS EVENTS s THG SHIGLD WE ARE SEVEN Top (left to right): Joan Burmeister, Jean Hutchinson, Anne Murray, Margaret McGinnis, Virginia Crowe. Lower: Frances Young, Martha Turner. Seven little girls once came to the Seminary to attend school for the first time. Throughout the greater part of their school days they have been together, and now the seven little girls have become seven seniors. Here are the little girls.