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

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ClaK, Motto: Out of achoot life lnto life ' . . , 00 . Color ; Blue imd Gold (’la 8 Flower; Caroline Tenlout C ' “ Teachers: Miaa Grupe, MU Bedell. Mr. Swine, Class Yell Rah, rah, rah, get out, get far. ’e ve hltrhed our wagon to a stnr; See u go . we’re full of steatu. We re the elase of June. ’14.

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THE HILLS 1 will lift up mine eyes rnitn the Hills frnni whence nutirth my help. ' —Psalm 12l . Did you ever stop when you were weary So weary of life and the cares of the day. To gaze a-while at those beautiful hills, So near, and yet so far away? How often when eare was upon me Have I looked to the hills for rest— They seem to quiet the very soul And bring to nte thoughts of the best. At dawn, at noon, and at evening, 1 feel their wonderful power. And I niuse on the restful words, Of l ngfellow, in the evening hour. And the night shall be Oiled with music And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.” Then let us appreciate them more fully, And give thanks to the Qod above Who surrounds us with such beauty. Because of His inflnite love. —Hazel Sangesand. 11

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Class Poem To Pimddenl W. E. Wilson, Ilils poem if lovingly dedicated in appreciation of hi unceasing lulptr in our behalf. O. year , you have passed so swiftly. We scarcely liave seen your flight, Till now happy June tide brings us Commencement, our heart ' s delight. So silently have you vanis-ied Across the bright meadow of Time, That only In halls of memory, Your faces there we’ll And. How gladly we would be carried To days that have passed and fled; Evading the farewell parting When speeches have all been said. This picture we will remember, Our castle-like Normal here: The campus so wide, the stately trees, Iflue mountains in distance clear. Ere leaving this dear old Normal, Whatever shall he our fate; A word of each one we ' ll utter. Remembering each classmate. The class of June, Nineteen-Fourteen, An excellent class you ' ll claim: One timid member, forty-one girls; ■Some day we ' ll bring yon lame. Our colors are blue and golden, You ' ll find we are truest blue; We work for glory and honor, Whatever the work we do. We have as our flower chosen The Caroline Testout Rose; It has beauty, richness and color, It ' s si-cret we won ' t disclose. Our motto we think is fitting: “Out of school. Into life ' s school.” » m to lie successful there. As when we ' re kept by rule. 13