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

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Senior Class Class Teachers.Prof. Wilson. Dr. Munson Miss Hutchinson. Prof. Morgan Class Colors.Lavender nnri (Jreen Mr. He! mn, hw! mn, ho! Hum meraickel. Huntmem k ' kel, Nitcap, soaprat, Moorr.ng! Hobble, Gobble, Rnzzlc, Dazzle; Hobble, Gobble, Razoo! Johnnie. Blow your bnzoo! 7.ip! boom! bah! Seniors! Seniors! Hah! Rah! Rah! MARGARET MOHLER, North Yakima. Waih. “Don ' t put too line u point to your wit for fear It should blunted. MARGARET MILLER. North Yakima, Wash. “Mirth, admit me of thy crew. To live with her ami live with tliee. In unreproved pleasure free.”

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Optimism An optimist is a fellow who can make lemonade out of lemons handed him by Ills enemies. Try this and you will never be thirsty or unhappy. An optimist. said the small boy, Is a fellow who goes to school smiling. Force a smile if you must and the smile reeling will come. Pessimism demands big wages; optimism wants finger holds. Pessimism say Everywhere I go a hand is against me:” optimism says. You ought to be glad it isn ' t afoot. The P ' sslmlst complains because his wife broke a plate over his head the optimist says, Get iron plates. We get out of life what we put into it, Our own mental calibre is seen in the book we read. What are you looking for? It Isn ' t on Ihi page, but IF in this book. You will And It if you search. Worth and worthlessness are on every hand. Two men looked out from prison barB. One saw mud, the other stars. T,ook for mud and your feet touch the miry clay. Look for stars and the great flrmanent is aglow with their beauty. How are you today? said a little boy to his aunt. I feel good just now, but I always feel bad when I feel good, because I know I ' ll feel worse directly afterwards.” How narrow ig the vtaion of the pessimist. Hi in afraid to take the wings of a dove for fear or being shot for a goose. ' Did you are that robin? Isn ' t he pretty? The first one 1 ve seen this spring. said a boy to his mother, as they were walking down the street, “Yes, but I was just tbinkin ' how tired we ' d be of ' em before fall. Frogs croak in stagnant pools, not In running streams. Don ' t croak Get in the running stream where the wheels of progress are In motion. Nobody loves me, says the pessimist, and I ' m going Into the back yard and eat worms. Better try a stronger diet. The ilog sat in the midnight chill and howled at the beaming moon; his knowledge of music was strictly nil, and his voice was out of tune. And he howled and howled as the hours went by, while dodging the bricks we threw, till Ihe moon was low In the western sky and his voice was split In two. And there wasn ' t a thing at which to howl, o er which the fool pup should weep, and the course of that dog was wrong and foul, for people were wild to sleep. There are plenty of men like that Tool hound, who yell when there ' s nothing wrong, disturbing the country with senseless sound—the pessimist ' s dolerul sound Y ' ou ought to be as good as the woman with eighteen hoys who boasted that she could have a game or baseball and never go out of the family, or like the woman with two teeth who thanked the Lord that they were opposites, or like the Dutchman who went out of the room and left the gas turned on. When he came back a few hours afterwards and struck a match an explosion resulted. The man was blown out through the side of the house, window and all. into the street. His friends ran out and asked him if he waB hurt. No. said he. looking back, but 1 just gut out in time. There is always something to be thankful for. Are you looking for it? A man was climbing a mountain. He met a fellow traveler and asked. How far is il to the top? A mile and a half, came the answer. He traveled on for four hours more, when he met another man and asked him the same question and received the answer. A mile and a half, Well, said th man. 1 am thankful 1 am holding m.v own Pessimism produces frowns; optimism the smiles. Tf you want friends a smile will get them. Try it and you will agree. Smile and the world smiles with vou. knock and you knock alone, for the cheerful grin will let you In where the kicker is never known. Growl and the way looks dreary; laugh and the path Is bright, for a wholesome smile brings sunshine, while a frown shuts out the light. Sing and the world Is harmonious; grntnhle and things go wrong, and all the time you are out of rhyme with the busy hustling throng. Kick and there ' s trouble brewing; whistle and life is gay; and the world ' s In tune like a day in June, and the clouds all melt away. Cultivate the horizontal face and not the vertical. The Uerman race suits me. Their face looks like the setting sun-—as broad as long. I love a fat man. a real fat man. He laughs. Be an optimist. Turn your face toward the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you. 17

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RUTH BARTHOLET. Ellensburg. Wash. Vke President of the Senior t ' lasts; Eclectic lJterary Society. Clan Piny. l feel that I Jim happiri than 1 know. IRIS WIRTH, Ellensburg. Wash. ' llow goodness heightens btsuty. EDA LIZEE. North Yakima, Wash. Eclectic lJterary Society; Senior Piny. Our parting . lln» late, appear always too soon. MARGUERITE HAWES. Lakeview. Wash. H cr« tary of Eclectic Literary Society; Hergeunt-at-artm Eclectic Literary Society. “When I don ' t know whether to fight or not. 1 always fight.” ID