North Central High School - Tamarack Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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T H E T A M A R A C K Class Prophecii We were takliij? a trial trip across the Gohi desert witli our recently invented sport rocket plane when, for some unforeseen cause, our rocket projector ceased firinff and we felt our- selves falling through space. One awful nio- tnent of suspense and then the inevitable crash came. Due to the novel structure of the in- terior of the plane we were not injured. After congratulating ourselves on our fortunate es- cape, we were suddenly thrown into a panic by the sudden realization that we were without food or water. Hoping against hope, we fran- tically warched the wreckage of the plane only to find that our terrible plight was only too true. Then began days of never ceasing vigilance and nights of aimless conjecture of what the dawn would bring. Mid-afternoon of the fourth d.iy found us sitting on pieces of the wreckage of our rocket plane. As we gazed across the de.sert a mirage seemed gradually to come before our eyes. A city grew up in front of us. It all seemed so unreal, but there it was. I knew it must be so because I .saw .so many familiar names and faces. There .shining out in lights a foot high was Earl Wyatt ' s name, with a subtitle announc- ing him as the world ' s greatest tenor. (N ' ot paid for this). At the head of his supporting east was beautiful Catherine Nichols. Desirous of seeing our old friends i)erform, we pur- chased tickets at $5.00 a seat. Inside the theater our old le.ider Al Dibblee occupied the president ' s box. It seemed that Al had been advanced to President of the United States. He looked very dignified sitting beside his stately wife Mrs. Dibblee, nee Lucille Som- mer. We could hardly wait until the last strains of the music had died away that we might rush back-stage and renew acquaintances with our classmates. Max Welwr and Guy Miller were also .seen in the ca.st. After we had talked over old times at North Central they invited us to join them at dinner in one of the well-known night clubs. Beea u.se of our friends ' popularity, the hostess of the club, a very rotund woman, greeted us as we entered. Upon an intense scrutiny of her we recog- nized our former willowy valedictorian, Bea- trice Ann Bemiss. She gracefully conducted us to a corner table which afforded us an excel- lent view of the interior.A tall waiter in even- ing dress, who was none other than James Irwin, a))proached our table and took our order. From the heart of an Italian Gardens floated the silvery .strains of .some red hot jazz. Simultaneously a chorus of beautiful girls led by the .sylph-like Eleanor Martineau and Bertha Enfield api)eared. Among the dan- cers we saw Stella Halverson, Helen Ward, Dorothy Erickson and Bernice Van Dorn. No .sooner had the dance been completed than the scene seemed to change before our eyes and we found ourselves as guests at a large church wedtiing. Strains of a wedding march floated across the room as the couple to be married marched down the aisle. They both looked very h ippy. Much to our surprise the bride was Margaret Bardsley and the groom. Charles Campbell, an occasion which accounted for tlie look of happiness on their faces. The minister, our old friend, Austin So- derquist, performed the marriage. Afterward we went to buy some flowers to send to the re- cently married couple when we spied a little old wrinkled up lady on the corner of the street selling flowers. We decided that she looked as if she needed the money so we bought a dozen roses from her. As we started to walk away she asked us in a deep, hoarse voice if we didn ' t remember her. Much to our embarrassment we said no we didn ' t. She announced herself as Marjorie Rhodes. She told us that she was selling flowers for a living as her husband, Harry Hale, was serv- ing a life term in Sing Sing for abusing the saxophone. We all felt that was the place for Harry, but felt terribly .sorry for his wife. After giving Marjorie our sympathy, we walk- ed on down the street to have the flowers de- livered to the recently married couple. We continued our travels down the .street when we came ujion a revival meeting. We de- cided to go inside for awhile as we didn ' t wjint to miss anything. As the meeting had already started and we did not wish to dis-

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T H K T A M A R A C K ))lox and had I ' litered into the swim of thinffs, We, the formerly insi)!:nificant I Jok- int? ffroup, had lost our greenish hue and uhildish ways. During the second year we had not only caught th« ' spirit of N. C. but we gave it a material boost by continueti subscrip- tions to the playfield fund. Oh! The joy of being Juniors! Mortal enemies of the Sophomores and the S ' nioTs, there was only one class we could be conde- .s ' ending toward — the Freshies. Fully reali -- ing our resiwnsibility as up[)erclassmen, we resolved not only to have a good time but to play more than our part in the various activities of the .sch M)l. For example Charles Campbell, our worthy e iitor, had twice won the Ahlquist Debate and Carl Carbon was well est.iblishe l in s] orts. Earl Wyatt, our .song- bird had been in two operettas; Mildred Hob- inson and Rol)erta Shanks were stars of the swimming team; I ucille Latham was becoming prominent in Ciirls ' League work. .John Play- field Sliaw left us this year to become the principal of Havermale Junior high, the fac- tory from which future prominence was to sprout. He left us with a field that was .so far completed that many of our sporting ac tivities could be carried out ujion it. Walter C. Haues then took up his disciplinary duties. Our junior year was an overwhelm- ing success, both from the standpoint of the class and from the standpoint of the school :is a whole. At last the destined day came and we ar- rived at .school with our heads high in the air for we had now reached the top and were Seniors. Our Senior B year was a success under the leadership of Roland Johnson as president; Bertha George, vice president; Frances Jones, secretary; and Guy Miller, treasurer. As Senior A ' s the members of the Girls ' League decided that no one was better fitted to guide the girls through the semester than Marian Dortch, president; Margaret Bardsley, vice president; and Helen Lieb, .secretary as her assistants, all from our class. Our da.ss aided football with stars from the January .iO class such as Winton Welch, Tom Ma.son, Al Dibble and Gill)ert McGinni.s. -Marjorie Corbit and Evelyn Henkle made a name for themselves on the tennis team. In conclusion we can say that the good times that the class has had have been very numerous. W ' e need but mention our senior play Noth- ing But the Truth for everyone t i recall wluit a huge success it was. We were the first January class to give a successful prom. We wish to express our appreciation to the entire faculty for their help and cooperation. We are now looking forward to graduation. When it is .ill over we v •ill probably be wish- ing we could come back even if we had to be Freshies again. At any rate we ' ll never forget our high school days. CLASS OFFICEKS Alfred Dibblee President Bertha Crt-orge Vice President Charles Cami)t)ell Secretar ' C;uy Miller , Treasurer IDABELLE REDFIELD (Chairman) ROBERTA TITTLE HERMAN WEST Will you walk into my parlor? Said the beauty doctor fly, As a maid — he quickly spied ' er— Carelessly was strolling by. No, I thank you, sir, she murmured. Pretty fly herself, you see. Beauty ' s but skin deep and, really. Skin-games don ' t go down with me. — — w w — Soon will the snow, the lieautiful snow. Flitter and flutter on all below ; Out of the depths of the wintry sky. Like angel-letters from realms on high. Over the meadow, on biLsh and tree, Lacey-like patterns of filigree; But here in the city upon the street We ' ll ne»-d galoshes or get wet feet. Miss Greenberg: Dan, what is a cannibal? Dan D.: Don ' t know, mum. Miss Greenlwrg: Well, if you ate your father and mother, what would you l)e? Dan D. : . n orphan! He stole a kis.s, was it amiss? Perhaps, but for relief Slie did not fly, nor even cry i Stop, thief! Mr. Bradford (in hand practice): We will now play The Stars and StrijH s Forever. Toby: Gee, I just played that. Well, high school life Ls great — after it ' s all over. 127]

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THE TAMARACK turb it, we took seats at the back of the room. Our old acquaintance, Roberta Tuttle, was leading the meeting. She .seemed to be in her glory while she was preaching. We know our friend ' s failing for speech. Reverend Tuttle nmde the announcement that the collection would be for the di.sabled mice in Alaska. As we did not feel responsible for the object of the collection we left immeiliately, thus not getting a chance to speak with our old friend. However, we did get to see the old sexton who was none other than Don Cieniberling. As we stepped into the street, we almost stumbled over the head of a man emerging from a manhole. On approaching him to offer our apologies, he turned out to be George Preston concealed behind a screen of whiskers. He had come up for air and was waiting for his wife, the former Evelyn Henkle who was bringing him his lunch. During his lunch hour he showed us around his work, that of being bookkee])er for the street cleaners, which proved very interesting. His office was lo- cated behind the main garbage bin. The ven- tilation was controlled by a forced draft of c x l air passing over a bo.x of moth balls. The draft of cool air proved to be the ru.sh of wind from the pro} ellor of a low flying rescue plane which brought supplies and relief to us. The exhaust of the ship, as it taxied over the rough sand, had a tendency to awaken us from our stupor which had been brought on by the lack of water. We welcomed the pilot of the rescue plane, whom we identified by his goggles to be none other than Robert Glas- cock, who had taken up aviation due to his success in operating a typewriter. We were over-joyed at the rescue, as well as we might be after being stranded on a desert for five days without food or water. Having settled all accounts we took off and sailed among the clouds for home. This, my friends, is the prophecy for the class of Jan- uary ' 30. MARJORIE CORBIT, (Chairman) HKLKN LIEB WELDON BEAN Radiologue This is station N. C. H. S. broadca.sting from the main studios of the best high .school in the Northwest by the courtesy of the January class of 1930. Today ' s program is a brief review of the ac- tivities of the fall semester of 1929. Please stand by for N. C. scholastic standard time being given to you through the ccmrte.sy of the January outcasts. The stroke of the gong in- dicates exactly thirty minutes past eight o ' clock. Sept. 5 — School has started. The frosh are much ch.igrined to find that the elevator sy- stem is out of order. We will now turn the microphone over to Mr. Kennedy who has a few announcements to make. Go k1 morning, radio friends and stu- dents, once more we tune in on another year ' s work. The first part of the program will be the dusting off of the balcony seats by the oncoming fre.shmen, the main fl K)r arrival of the sophisticated .sophomores and the shifting of front seats by the dignified seniors. These latter members of company are finishing their four years contract and this is their farewell program. Sept. 6 — Nearly everyone in the school de- lighted Mr. Hawes by having his programs changed. Many frosh took the wrong lunch ) eriods. Grand rush all day. Minor bruises and shaken nerves reported. Sept. 9 — Mr. Rice urges all would-be opera singers to try out for opera cla.ss. Sept. 10— Members of the Girls ' League limber up at an assembly. The News staff Is- sues its first paper for the fall semester. Sept. 16 — Senior politics begin. Al Dibblee is electexl class president. The other officers of the class are: Bertha George, vice presi- dent; Charles Campbell, secretary; Guy Miller, treasurer. Sept 19 — Girls, put on your hiking boots and come earn your P. E. emblem. The first hike of the sea.son. Sept. 23 — Again North Central shows her spirit in the Red Cr«ss drive. Hundre ls of boys and girls in the city are made more healthy. 129]