Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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The spoken word perishes; the written word remains. LATIN PROVERB FACULTY Halloween Skit Whenever I say I ' m an Annie, Whenever I mention the Sem, You know I ' m a proper young lady From my hair to the length of my hem. Refrain: I try to occupy My mind with my studies and things discreet. Forget the joys Of dating boys And be happy and gay in retreat. When first I arrived at the Annie, I was filled with Original Sin, And to bring about my reformation The staff could not wait to begin. Our dear Mrs. Mosby, Director, With a glance that resembled a frown, Said, Dear let me make a suggestion: Cut your bangs, and your skirt must come down. The Chaplain decided I needed Some guidance in matters divine. But if his points of view I acknowledge, Why can ' t he accept some of mine?

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DEDICATION Mrs. Lillian Gerlach Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, Help to make earth happy like the heaven above. For all the errands that you have done for everyone, we thank you. Without you, we would never get anything done or never get anywhere on time.

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Their aim was to train me for college, Indeed, they said I was quite bright But why the insistence on Shakespeare? Can ' t date him on Saturday night. My diet it needed attention, My figure was less than a dream, But unless someone closes down Rosie ' s Til always be broad at the beam. I always do well at athletics, The exercise builds up my frame. But I knew I was out of condition When the staff won the volleyball game. One day I got sick to my stomach, To the infirmary I sped for a rest. The nurse she was not sympathetic She had heard of my Chemistry test. We always have fun at our dances, Though the chaperones keep us in sight Whispering, Girls please remember you ' re ladies, And stay out of dark corners tonight. Three cheers for our brand new headmaster So tall and so handsome is he. But if I get into hot water Girlish charms will do nothing for me. We ' ve come to the end of our story, And all of you here must agree, That, in spite of the faculty ' s efforts, Two sweet little Annies are we. All art consists of bringing something into existence. ARISTOTLE