Selah High School - Fruitspur Yearbook (Selah, WA)

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fourteen THE FRUIT SPUR Valedictorian Salutatorian ....,, Class History Class Prophecy Class Will ......ss.,.s...ss. Class Poem v.....,ss, Class Song sEN1oRs l NATHALIE TYRRELL- Spuds Basketball fl, IID, Alumni Editor of the Fruitspur flllj, Glee Club UVB, Fascinating Fanny Brown QIVJ. - Where the sun Csonj goes I follow MARIA WEBBER- Cricket Secretary fllj, Girl Reserves Qll, IVJ, Secretary of S. A. A. Cllb, Macbeth a la Modev flllj, Glee Club flll, IVJ, Literary Editor of the Fruitspur QIVJ, Society Reporter flVJ, President UVJ. - They call me cruel-hearted but I care not what they say. CLASS DAY SPEAKERS Vivian Mueller Doris Adley Mona Kelly Merla Clark Nathalie Tyrrell Marie Webber

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THE FRUIT SPUR thifwen SENIORS MONA KELLYM'AKelly Secretary tl, Illb, Librarian tlllj, Treasurer tlIlj,Girl Reserve fll, IIIJ, Literary Editorof the Fruitspur tlllj, Basketball Captain CII, IVJ, Basketball QIVJ, Senior Reporter, Three Live Ghosts QIVJ. - The girl that's worth while Is the girl that can smile? VIVIAN MUELLER- Peggy IVD, The Ghost Story flllj, Treasurer Girl Reserve 411, im, Debate tll, i of the S. A. A. QIIIJ, Fascinating Fanny Brown Clllj, Athletic Reporter QIVJ, Three Live Ghosts CIVJ, Baseball UVB, Basketball tlll, IVJ, President of S. A. A. QIVJ, Valedictorian. - She thinks and speaks for herself i . 's 1.1, 1' SYLVIA SAUNDERS- Sliver Art Editor of the Fruitspur QIII, IVJ, Editor of School Notes. - Get the kick from every dropi' JEAN SCUTT- Scottyl' Entered from Gillett, Wisconsin, 1922. - Life is a pleasant institution, Let's take it as it comes. 1 1 X 4 1 I X , A Y Lf 'll . .ff . A . X L7

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THE FRUIT SPUR fifteen Senior lass Zlaistnrp It is with great joy that I take you back into by-gone days to recall the adventures and achievements of the class of '23. The joumey has been long-the burdens few and the joys many. And now as we near its completion it seems hard to realize-so much time has passed. Nevertheless-it's gone-and my purpose is not to bring sorrow to the hearts of my readers but to refresh their minds as to what we have accomplished and how we have tried to uphold the standards of a school of which we are proud to be graduates. We entered Selah High School in the fall of 'l9. Our feeling was one of being in a new home. The privileges we had enjoyed in grammar school were limited now. We accepted the grave seriousness of High School life, however, and centered a great deal of faith in our advisor, Miss Potter. She helped us out of our dif- ficulties and after we got started-well, it wasn't so bad-we mastered our responsi- bility in a manly way and shared our bur- dens cheerfully. Algebra was just a re- view of our dear old alphabet from the first grade-x y z and a b c-just so simple. All work and no play never make a suc- cessful class, so we had our recreation as well. This consisted of several parties, a picnic and many other good times. Ted Bamsley was our president the first year. No better class meetings could have been held. Even in our little tussles with our rivals --the Sophomores-we emerged from the struggle none the worse for our encounter and showed them what real good sports we were by inviting them to a party in retum for the initiation. The party was such a success that a truce was declared, which was the cause of the development of many true friendships. After our first year of High School life we started out anew as Sophomores. We had a stronger and a better determination to become a class the Selah High might well be proud of. We were a wild and frolicsome class but didn't very often give vent to our feel- ings. Miss Potter had been such a true friend and so willing to help that we knew without her we would be lost. She con- sented to be our class advisor again and with Beth as our president we were pre- pared for a successful year. We suc- ceeded in giving the Freshman an initia- tion they will never forget. Even though it was pretty strict, we have it from them it was one they enjoyed. During our second year of High School our class of '23 committed a deed we will ever regret. We took a day off from school. We thought it was a privilege, not for Seniors alone, but a practice that under-classmen could indulge in as well. The joy of going and the joy while away was greatly overshadowed by the grief and repentance of our actions and we as a class resolved never to be guilty of such actions again. After all, we learn our lessons by experience which is some- times pretty dear. Our Sophomore picnic4oh, yes, l must just mention it and hurry on. lt is an ex- perience and good time which will always remain in our memorys as one picnic that was worth while. Baseball-yes, we played baseball until we were so tired that a bed would have felt good. Eats--yes, we had plenty to eat. In fact, before the picnic we thought all liked pickles, but afterwards we couldn't even look at one for months. Our Sophomore year was gone before we knew it. I probably haven't said very much about studyingg we managed that, however, and at the end of the year, after hard exams were over, we couldn't let the year go by without another party. This time we had our party at the home of Beth and Charlotte Ambrosen. It was really a lawn party and we surely had an excep- tionally good time. Many boys of outside classes were there and the original stunts put on by them would have made P. T. Barnum envious. Oodles of ice cream and gobs of cake go towards a successful