Central Washington University - Hyakem / Kooltuo Yearbook (Ellensburg, WA)

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The Senior Girl

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Our Alma s hair is pure gold. And to her has never been sold; Of our class she is president. And of Ellensburg resident. But she s soon to leave us we’re told. 1 here is a young lady named Frances, Who plays for all of our dances, bhe also writes well. As Miss Harris can tell, And our hearts she has won with her glances. Miss Vera a-riding will go, Jn the sun or the rain or the snow. Behind those fast greys In buggies or sleighs. There’s nothing about it that’s slow. Oh have you heard of Miss West, who is quieter than all the rest? But she doesn’t tell lies. And she never makes eyes. And we’ll prove it who know her the best. A cracker-jack poet is Lola, Her music is like the viola. Her rhythm and rhyme Are always in time And in genius she rivals E. Zola. A Senior named Jennie, you know. In a long blue coat used to go. Her complexion is fair, And dark is her hair. In the sixth grade she taught long ago. 1 here is a young student named Chapin. Who works while others are schlapin ' . She never retires Til Phoebus’ red fires Above the horizon are crapin’. There is a small Matrimonial Primer, Which belongs to this tall and slim rhmyer; Her name it is Maude, By all else she s boahed, But then she’s not yet an old-timer. There was a young maiden named Davis. Of all Senior damsels the bravest. For as treasurer she Kept account carefully, And the money she put where ’twas safest. Who has basket-ball on the brain? 1 is Elsie, of national fame; With a ball in her hand She s bom to command. And she gees like a young hurricane. Do.you know our blue-eyed Maisie? She s sweet as a mountain daisie. She sings like a lark. And knows how to spark. And at both she never is lazie. Oertie Link has a liking for homes. As over the city she roams. But, says she, Barring farms I could learn to Jove Barnes, Even without arfjr high fancy domes.’’ There is a young teacher named Flora, And the children all do adore-a, She taught music and hist’ry. But how, ’tis a mist’ry. But all they ask for is more-a. When Marion’s shoulders do wriggle, I he rest of us all start to wiggle; It’s nonsensical chaff, But we all have to laugh At the catching effect of her giggle. 22

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i A dear little maiden named Pete,” Made candy that couldn ' t be beat; When asked how ' twas done, She said just for fun, I put in only my looks which are sweet.” A curly young girl named Schoeraffe, Went to ride on a long-necked giraffe; Cried she, The commotion Of this critter’s motion Is enough to make anyone laugh. TO OUR SCHOOL Tune: Vive La Compagnie. Come cheerful companions, unite m our song: Here ' s to the school we love! May heaven continue its life to prolong! Here s to the school we love! Our school spirit deepens whenever we sing, W hen wide o ' er the campus our class yells we ring: Here’s to our school! Here s to our school! Here’s to the school And here s to the faculty faithful and true. Here s to our faculty! Their beautiful lives are for me and for you, Here ' s to our faculty! May they all think it pleasure to stay, Altho we are forced to go far away. Here s to the faculty! • Here’s to the faculty! Here s to the faculty we love! e love! Here s to the students, the great and the small, Here s to the students we love! May they never be late to respond to roll-call; Here s to the students we love! May we never forget the friends we have made. Nor the many hard tasks we were so afraid; Here ' s to the students! Here s to the students! Here s to the students we love! Now Flora again comes to view, (Of Miss Salladay I m speaking to you) ; Tho the class has no Roses, There s no lack of poses, But of Floras the Seniors have two. There is a sweet maiden named Jessie, She writes, but it s never an essie; AVith the Muses she strives And finally arrives With a song that is equal to Tessie.” 14