McKinley Technical High School - Techite Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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CLASS OF 1911 POEM BY H. S. DULIN. Four years ago, a class of worth, We thought we knew all things on earth eOur attitude must have caused mirth, in upper classesy We doubted if we could learn aught ; XVhat we knewhnot was scarcely taught; Our wisdom was complete, we thought- Until 111. The Freshmen died. To them adieu. As Sophs we were a mighty crew To steer ourselves and teacher, too, And all the world. 'Tis strange that this, our wondrous name, Did not go forth to all in fame; The teachers must have been to blame- Our Sophomore year. There were some things we did not know; This gave our pride a mighty blow ; XVe felt that it could not be 50- Our Junior year. T o it, good-bye. No longer Shirk; As Seniors, my! how we did work! XVe almost died with themes and Burke- Or wished we could. The years have hown on swiftest wing, And now we are compelled to sing: Behold, we know not anything! But, don't you tell. And now our High School course is done; We've laurels lost, and laurels won; Have had our share of joy and fun- And happy times. To each one in our class tonight We wish a future fair and bright, May each e'er prove a shining light- Of dear old Tech. Rig: thnly-onr

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To accommodate us every budding on which the authorities could lay their hands was pressed into servtce. The consequence was that some of us were using spare rooms at Central, two or three houses on 0 street, and as quickly as posmble every available bmldmg on Seventh street Opposite Tech, no matter what its prevnous. history, was converted into schoolrooms. What a nice time we had, espeCIally rainy or snowy days, tramping backwards and forwards, first to Tech, then to Central, only to come back to the annexes on Seventh street, and then back again to the rooms on 0 street, eating our lunches as we went. Repeat this everyday, and sprinkle in, by way of diversion, every once in a while a trip to Busmess for an assembly, and you will have the daily routine of our Freshman 'Class. However, we did not care. for were we not getting exercise? We did not object, as we were glad. to be at Tech, even if we were only there about an hour a day. Everybody was happy, except the poor teachers, who, besxdes the burden of trying to drum knowledge into our heads, had the pleasure of trotting back and forth with us. The school has grown tremendously Since we first entered. Its growth is easy to account for, for as we grew in mind and body we required an addition to hold us. It took nearly all our first year to prove this to the authorities, but since then they have realized the necessity and we have had additions at the rate of one a year, and now, to celebrate our leaving, there is a new enlargement, as large as all the rest, in the course of construction, and we are proud to be the Senior Class of such an institution. During our stay much has happened and many victories have come to Tech. In fact, ever since we have been in the school, she has always been very successful, and has always made a showing worthy of T ech. To celebrate our entrance, Tech won everything that year-drill, football, baseball, and even had a crew which beat all the others of its class in the country. Though Tech has never since quite equalled this wonderful record, she has always made a creditable showing and enviable record in all the interscholastic activi- ties-one of which any school may be proud. During our stay Tech became the permanent possessor of the Princeton Alumni Football Cup, having won it three years. We all but won the baseball cup, having two victories to our credit. If Tech continues to do as she has done during our four years, she will certainly have an enviable record and she will continue to stand, as she always has, at the head. . As one, when he is finishing a book. turns back and reads over certain interesting and pleasant passages to fix them firmly in his mind, so we can look back on our four years at the school. which is and which always will be so dear to usr-only, we will have to review all, since all the passages in our ltigh school life have been pleasant. When we go out well not ever forget the place and the manner in which we spent four such pleasant years. the rough and decided to retain us. llgc Twenty

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WILLIAM GLEN HOYT ABBOTT. Calm light: of philoxaphy.-Anouox. Abbott hasn't a nickname, because his friends wouldn't stand for another name, when he already has 50 manx perfectlyjood ones. His specialty I5. chemmry. Being a scientific man, he can discourse at length upon the fourth dimension and the sxxth sense. WILBUR JAMES BARNES. The secret pltaxure of a generous act I: the great mind's great bnbe.-Dnvm:x. Barnes is one of those many good-natured and broad-minded persons who do so much toward keeping the world in pace and order. It cannot be doubted that his opinions are as firm as any, but he never so forgets himself as to express them to the h'arm of others. He is a staunch supporter of the great truth that, if nothing good an be said of a man, it is always best to say nothing at all. CHARLES RICHARD BEALLE. A moment o'er his face A table! of unulterable thought: Was traced-and then it faded a: it tame. -Bnos. Bealle sits beck in his chair, feels his whis- kers, and medldates. Once, indeed, he really had a thought; but, sad to relate. he didn't tell anyone at the time just what it was. and so we haye unfortunately lost all record of it. Chatlcs IS another of those quiet souls Ohere arent many in- Bsh who is never ruffled and pot casnly exctted. but who has a good time, Just the same. hat 1 22010114