Cheney High School - Pine Cone Yearbook (Cheney, WA)

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WREN PIERSON

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rl- F Xl 7 Y 5 fi 'iii Q., hr v J Az.. r 5,'l 7 ' In le.. 4 Vru, vi -N 1-- -., k , A :1-, . QQ . .ax ' DEDICATION IIE motivating power of America's progress is education. Now, in the most vital period in the history of our country, we must not forget that such training is essential. We may gain the military victory which is necessary to maintain our way of life for all who desire it, but, in the end, without well- educated citizens -- scientists, craftsmen, builders, artists, tradesmen. all progressive men -- the cause will be lost. As the pine cone gradually develops and gives forth its ripened seeds, so our educatonal institutions, the foundation of our democracy, insure the progress ofthe individuals who carry its seeds of knowledge. As a gesture of recognition to Mr. Pierson for his will- ingness in passing on these seeds of knowledge through twenty-five years of service in this high school, to him, the class of 1942 wishes to dedicate their issue of the Pine Cone. 6

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All This the Seniors Will Miss Eight forty-five and the home room bell rings- I-lurry to home room, some bright boy sings, Five minutes to get there-if you don't. you're late. Home room is something most seniors hate. With a clang of the lockers and grab for a book. The wrinkling of papers and a swift, quick look For WolleyfScott and Mr. Muzzey, too- If I don't find them what will I do Oh, I found them at last! Now, giving the lockers a push Seniors scamper to home room in a tremendous rush. What's the English assignment? Got your history, too? Gee, your dress is cute: is it very new? What's the eighth question? Can't get it at all. Say, Bill, you turning out for baseball? How do you like the weather?---plenty of rain--- Oh, look at that dame--she gives he a pain. Queer conversations occur in home room, But many lessons are secured there, I presume. Although we think they're a bother and they haven' They'll be missed by us seniors in many a case. Next class coming up as rings the nine o'clock bell, Do I know my lesson?-well, time will tell. Through the long, narrow halls we scamper and run Upstairs to English-that'll be lots of fun! When room 306 we finally reach, We're greeted by Miss Fryer-gee, she's a peach. We march to our desks, somewhat slow but sure. For a sad, dreary morning, Miss Fryer has a cure, All right, seniors, fall in-sit up straight. Explain, amplify and elucidate. Those charming words we'll forget them not: For thirty-six weeks, to us they were taught. And there goes the bell-to history we go, Down the long corridors, some fast. some slow. We greet our teacher in room 302, Good morning, Mr. Hodge-today what's new? tContinued on page 112 8 t a place