Seattle Pacific University - Tawashi Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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The Cascade V[or that Ivan would reach a profession With invalids under his care, And Virginia and Ilia in the great city To assist in his hospital there. Ere I left I purchased a paper And set me to reading a piece Of something concerning a scandal, And Edwards, the chief of police. In silence, I walked all amazement And saw what nigh caused me to faint, For m a show window sat Ray Bishop Tinting canvas to advertise paint. A feeling of sadness passed o ' er me For the petals of time so unfurl ' d And memories of those who once new me Revealed but a new and strange world. There lost in such thoughts I stood gazing Till suddenly my wea heart turned sic ; In a street ' Wor ing crew stood old Roy Engaged with a shovel and pic . Few words he spo e, telling the fate Of others who lived by the day, Of Beatrice writing boo s, and of Warren In love still and for bread pitching hay, Of Leona whose power of dictation Had made her a teacher of school Just living, and giving, and helping Others to abide by the rule. Before closing these lines and forgetting Another, and all that ' s been said You ' ll pardon, I ' m sure, just to mention That Viable is now an old maid. So passed all the wonders and faces; Yet I m a frenzy of mind To now if I equaled the average In time still, or ten years behind. A decade has passed, just imagine, Since I scribbled these lines, and you bet, When the year ' 39 comes around I ' ll be thinking in prophecies yet. —Ralph Leise Page Fifty-five

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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

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The Cascade HIGH SCHOOL JUNIORS Top Row —Burton Moyer, Ward Losey, Willard Glazier, Ellis Arnold, James Hoffman, Stephen Treadway, Sterling Clark, Donald Sater. Second Row —Florence Achilles, Alberta Dingle, Claire Northrup, Florence Lewis, Lois Root, Ellanore Schwerdfield. Third Row —Bonnie Ashcroft, Evva Lewis, Dean Moyer, Mrs. Moyer, Miriam Marston, Esther Waer. Fourth Row —Clarence Horrell, Harold Hemry, Willard Palmer. Page Fifty-six