The Bush School - Tykoe Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Stirrat and Nina Vkfinslow are treating us to dinner. Thursday is Class Day and the last time for the coming graduates and school to get to' gether hefore the fateful day. Friday, june fourth, will he the climax of twelve years' study. The graduation ceremony will hegin with an invocation hy the Rev. Elmer B. Christie, The senior speakers, Sylvia Clise, Marylu Parker, Virginia Poole, and Patti Plank, will he introduced hy Beverlie Lawson. Behe Paul, who was vicefpresident of the student hody this last semester, is going to present the tradif tional gift to the school. There will he a solo performed hy Mary Rolfe, one of the most talented memhers of the Senior class, hesides a trio composed of Virginia Price, Bonnie J. Berg and -lean Oshorne, who will sing Eliiah hy lvlendelssohn. The relations lietween the United States anu CALENDAR Canada are very close at this time so we feel very honored in having Evlyn Fenwick Farris, M,A., LL.D, who is on the Board of Regents at the University of British Columhia, and who was the first woman speaker to give the eommeneef ment address at that university, as our speaker at this year's graduation. The highlight of the program is the receiving of the longfawaited diplomas, after which we greet our joyous friends and relatives. Jeanne Goss is following graduation with a luncheon for the mothers and daughters at her home. The last event in Senior Vxfeek is a swim' ming and dancing party at Leslie Denmanis home in the Highlands. We will have had a strenuous time from lvlay twentyfninth to june fourth, hut we'll all agree there will he happy memories that can never he taken from us. is-if v- fab 8 VW: rs-fgfsw The parents partake of the Christmas buffet. Page Forty-one

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CALENDAR ing game, Also on the program was a choral number America Singing, sung by the glee club. The 7th grade displayed in front of proud fathers their dramatic ability in a simple, but clever play. At this year's spring style show, the decoraf tions were more effective than in the years before. Clever arranging of broom stick figures in cos' tumes of various vintages made an interesting background for the gay event. For the first time, the fashion show was accompanied by music. While the glee club hummed Easter Parade the models paraded in and out, offering cheery spring styles. After the show, tea, cookies, and cakes were served to the mothers. May-On Saturday night, May eighth, the juniors held their annual prom. It was entitled The Camouflage Capers and the theme was carried out to the last degree. The gym was gaily decorated with magazine pictures which covered the wallsg especially novel was the huge net, from which varied colored rags were strung. At one end of the room a bar was set up, and in constant use throughout the evening. Everyone from eighth grader to senior appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. We all agree it was a grand dance and to make it perfect, the juniors at 3 Techs li flaii:1't A lf. 'I 9 .1771 TPS di Q '- a4i . a . ., i f'.+1m tigtzalfiw give, ,N kill 'Q 'tibia'- ' .ff , . 'Tsji ,.,, Q iii? A if ii. , I Qui is re' ' 'KA X5-Rx-' gl, ft - f ers- , K C ,.t' . M iii Q14 , Sf' f as ' even made money for the annual on it! Con' gratulations. As the annual goes to press, we are looking forward to a Fine Art's Tea on May Zlst. The lower school will open the program with songs of- Latin America, and a Paul Bunyan Cantata Page Forty will be given accompanied by the Parkside orchestra. The seventh and eighth grades will sing two songs, and the glee club will wind up the singing with some ,contemporary songs, one of which is Freedoms Land written by Roy Harris with words by Archibald MacLeish. We - si 3 if il ,fC3a3fl,.ff'iF,,,,1 X -2,3 sv, 'L :Um 1..Q '3i'j..-Q WWE fi .ef if f A 5113 ff' f g if W-5f'.'iEff3 K fl? ifrS.5'f2 l 1. V, Lizzy ,N dark, f fig 1 s ,--iff J E . 1 1 4 tffaft. .3 .V x fig A, sf .f fr 1- Qfflf' i K if V' jj, X- fx!! g I Q 5 7 Y 3:1 : 2 . j f -. .- 5 z ww 1 Q 1 f I 3 r ill f kfN...,...i- l-jiri . ' i A ' 2 5 s 3 1 5 2 .' X I 5 . -. ' K j is 1 if in N if P if mg. M 3, mi A J are happy to say that we're the first glee club to sing it, as it is hot off the press. The drama class will display their talents in some scenes from Shakespeare. The finale for the program will be tea and art displays of all sorts by both the upper and lower schools. Besides painting, there will be a sculpture exhibition of the works of Mrs. Pratt. Senior Week, which we have anticipated for so long, commences on May 27th, with a luncheon at Sylvia Clise's. The next day Virginia Poole is entertaining the seniors for lunch at the Olympic. The Tennis Club is the setting for Beverlie Lawson's a n d Shirley Dishman's luncheon on Saturday. Patti Plank follows this with a tea from four to six. Events don't slacken a minute for on the next day Jessie Franzheim is giving a breakfast at her home, after which the school participates in the customary baccalaureate services. Sunday evening and Monday find the seniors enjoying a grand time at Virginia Price's summer place on Bainbridge Island. On june lst, Mary Rolfe and Jean Osborne are inviting us to an afternoon dinner at the Highlands and on Wednesday Bebe Paul is having the seniors for lunch followed by a show sponsored by Marylu Parker and Bonnie Jean Berg. That evening jean

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LITERARY LEAVES UF T lE TYKOIE :big 5 ,., fgf' Mx wpfsis if' M' Wvx This poem was voted the yeafs best by the Senior Class. . WE WHO WATCH Over our heads, gray bombers roar Where once, the birds alone did soar. In lazy circles they did fly For they had their way, in the deep blue sky. But now these birds have given way To the might of man, as he is toeday. New birds fly, so big, so strong, With a noise so loud it echoes long. These new birds fly in no lazy way, For they have a job to do, tofday. They guard the shores of the land we love, A task too great, for the gentle dove. O'er the Atlantic, Pacific too, These birds carry the Air Force blue To stop invasion by bolstered men, Who failed in the past, and willh-again. BEBE PAUL, Senior :SSL SUN RISE It is morning, ten minutes past eight, and I am on my way to school as usual. This is a fine morning. The air is keen but not cold. There is a band of haze stretched across the horizon like a strip of filmy gauze. Melting frost sparkles like bits of ground diamond on every blade of grass. I wonder at the all pervading serenity. No breeze is loose to flutter the leaves on trees. All nature is standing at attention. Why this lull? Why this feeling as though the whole earth were stricken void of movement? I ascend a slope facing east and look out across the lake. The hills, clearly outlined against the pale sky, are as flat and monochromatic as a cardboard stage drop. A few puffy white clouds hang lazily above. As I watch, the sky seems to blush, taking on a pinkish tint that gathers strength and diff fuses throughout the heavens. Now I understand the stillness all about me. Nature is waiting. Waiting for her king to appear and take over the rule of this hemisphere. The cottony little clouds are suddenly afire with color, like a blast Page Forty-two from fanfaring trumpets. Their brightness spreads a carpet of reflected light across the calm waters of the lake. Now the whole sky is aglow with flaming brilliance. Time seems to stop as His Majesty, the Sun, glowing, proud, and mighty, steps across the Threshold of Day. The climax has passed and tension is released. Leaves rustle softly. A playful breeze ripples the lake's smooth surface. Nothing man can create is greater or more resplendent than the daily rising of the sun. An automobile whizzes past me putting an end to day dreaming. Down to earth once more and on to school. I fear that I shall not be able to get there before the second bell rings. I visual' ize myself at the office explaining, I am late because I stopped to watch His Majesty, the Sun, cross the Threshold of Day- . JOANNA PRATT, Junior CQ.. HYMN TO FRANCE QWvit1:en shortly after the fall of Francej There's a spirit behind a nation, A faith that never dies But fights for a hard earned victory And wins the hard sought prize. Your people will be free, Your flag will fly again, Birds will sing in Paris, Your oppressor will be slain. The simple maid of Orleans Freed you once before, That spirit never will die, Victory will come once more. Pierre, Maria and Jeanne Put your faith in God, Your land is one of glory Where the brave have trod. Joan, your France is calling, Lead them through the fight Let morning come with victory, End this dreadful night. The world has ne'er been able To keep you down for long, Sing loud La Marseillaise - It is a victor's song. MARY ROLFE, Senior