Seattle Pacific University - Tawashi Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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The Cascade THE CLASS OF ’28 B EHIND the grave and dignified countenances of the Seniors of 1928 there is a smile as they take a retrospective view of the past four years. Oh, what a day when thirty young and inexperienced culprits met for the first time in the old Administration Building to organise their first class! The first president, Miss Mildred Cartwright, should be praised for her work in mastering the unconquered youth, for in those meetings, as in most freshman meetings, order was not of the best. It was interesting to notice the change in attitude of the class, for as a snowball melts in the midst of a furnace blast, so suddenly did our freshman pride vanish as we mingled and rubbed elbows with the dignified and the learned. During the second year we laid aside our childish things and strove to become students in a more real sense. How quickly the junior year did come! Upon taking inventory we found some of our members had fallen out by the wayside. Perhaps they had forgotten our motto: “Climb, though the rocks be rugged.” Now our expectations are realised and our names have been inscribed on the senior roll. But our thirst for knowledge has not yet been satisfied. We have mastered the smaller things; let us now strive for greater things! The class of ’28 is greatly indebted to the President and the faculty for their words of encouragement and their Christian example. We do not expect to stop climbing, for still we say, “We will climb though the rocks be rugged.” THE SENIOR’S DOOM 4938 Lost in a forest of buildings And confusion of the day ' s traffic stream, I came to a great intersection And crossed when the light wasn ' t green; A shrill whistle halted my footsteps On the busiest streets of Manhattan I turned in surprise to the blue ' Coat Whom I once new as young Wendell Patten. I stopped at an alley ' Street restaurant Where shop girls and laborers were eating — Oh, horrors! The girl flipping flapjac s Was no other than Miriam Keating. (over) Page Fifty-three

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The Cascade Ray Bishop Mary Fosket Evelyn Conrad Wendell Patten Wesley Edwards Mabel Mannon Ivan Lewis Ray Bishop Entered from Sedro-Woolley High School, Sedro-Woolley, Washington Activities—Art Club 3, 4; Glee Club 3, 4 Future—Seattle Pacific College “Desire not to live long, but to live well Mary Fosket Entered from Sunnyside High School, Sunny- side, Washington Activities—Philopol Club 4; Glee Club 4 Future—Seattle Pacific College “Priceless pearls lie in silent natures Evelyn Conrad Entered from Everett High School, Everett, Washington Activities—Student Volunteers 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girl Reserves 2, 3; Evan¬ gelistic Band 2 Future- Northwest Nazarene College “The talent of success is nothing more than doing well what you do Wendell Patten Entered from Roosevelt High School, Seattle Activities—Philopol Club 4 Future:—University of Washington “For wee s may pass and years may end, yet you ' ll find in me a friend Wesley Edwards Entered from Central Academy and College, McPherson, Kansas Activities—Philopol Club 4; Basketball 4 Future—Seattle Pacific College “Hold the fort; I am coming ” Mabel Mannon Entered from Jarvis High School, Alberta, Canada Activities—Glee Club I; Philopol Club 4; Ukulele Club 4 Future—Seattle Pacific College My hope in life is to remain the same —un¬ changed in all except my name Ivan Lewis Entered from Eatonville High School, Eaton- ville, Washington Activities- Parvi Viri 4; Orchestra 4 Future—Washington State College “A few good friends for certain ends, and a little use to need them Page Fifty-two

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The Cascade Then timid, I entered and seated. Amused at her business i e air; Then a voice, still familiar, beside me One McCormic , of Wall Street, was there. I had heard so many strange changes Tet dreamed not of such things as these — Was it grape juice, — no, the weather I decided And a wal ' neath the Madison Square trees. On the right stood a brilliant cathedral With chime towers and many a spire; The Reverend, I learned, was R. Thompson, JJow batching with HanMiller, Esquire. In the midst of my wanderings I lingered To gaze at a lady ' s long tresses Through a window, on which there was painted — “Mary Fos et, a Ma er of Dresses. As I tarried to greet her there entered Another I had nown in my life, Just dear little Evelyn, now serving As a prominent business man ' s wife. Again through the gay streets I journeyed, And rare things were to happen that day; For up the street came Paul Root In his usual whimsical way. In his hands were a pad and a pencil And he looked to be somewhat a sporter. Tis certain he lived up to ' s ambition, For he was a paper reporter. Well versed on affairs of the times. He spo e in allffnowmg ways — Of business, of pleasure, and of people. And friendships of past college days. Young Jffelson, who, past expectations, Lacked not in high hopes as of yore, Inspired by his music, rose higher And was boss of a second hand store. What wonders shall ever be wrought! I remember one fellow so stern, And no one would have guessed that just Dellno — Could manage a jewelry concern. Page Fifty-four