Selah High School - Fruitspur Yearbook (Selah, WA)

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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

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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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sixteen THE FRUIT SPUR party. We had these and our party was certainly a success. Oh for another party like that one! The name junior seemed unfamiliar but before long we had adopted it and started our third year of high school with our usual amount of pep and vim. As upper-classmen we determined to be more faithful than ever. Kenneth Hensman was elected president, but he was unable to be with us the entire year. Doris Adley took Kenneth's place and her ability to fill the position exceptionally well was notice- able. A number of the boys had left school the previous year and the class was composed mostly of girls. But you know the girls usually had their own way just the same. Miss Potter did not return to teach at Selah during our ,junior year. Nevertheless, we had a class advisor through whose guiding influence we ad- vanced rapidly. Miss McKean will always be remembered by the class of '23. Mrs. Billington was another teacher who did not retum. She was our English teacher dur- ing our second year and she said she had to be honest with us and tell us how much she loved us. We also had a party at her home during our Sophomore year. Almost the entire class was there and, even if the party lasted quite late, we were wide awake all the time. Mrs. Billington's ability as hostess, we all agree, could not be surpassed. We did not give a junior play because of lack of time, but we gave a junior pro- gram that we will ever be proud of. Two class skits, entitled Playgoers and The Ghost Story, displayed the ability and talent of our class and a class song of original composition completed a success- ful program. During the performance subscriptions were taken for our first an- nual, The Fruitspurf' The program was an enjoyment, a benefit, and a help, as well. According to the practices of previous years, we knew we would have to enter- tain the Seniors. We thought a banquet would prove most enjoyable. Such a grand and glorious affair. A good feed, a dandy program, and the time passed all too quickly. We left the school to the tune of this refrain: Long Live the juniors of '23! We couldn't finish our third year of High School without a farewell party. It was a very serious occasion, our meeting together for the last time. just the same, we put all seriousness aside, as we usually do, and made our final party a rousing success. Yes, when school started again we were Seniors. Think of it--we who had only been Freshies a short time ago were now Seniors. We did our best to act dignified and be shining examples for the under- classmen, but, sorry to say, few patterned after us. Our election at the first class meeting resulted as follows: Maria Webber, presi- dentg Edward Kelly, vice-president, Alice Gross, treasurer, Mona Kelly, secretary. Miss Wakefield was chosen as our class advisor. Her winning ways, cheerful dis- position, tact and good judgment will always be remembered by the Senior class. Before long we were busy at work making our final attempt at gaining knowledge and success. During the first semester three of our faithful members, Majorie Bowers, Edward Kelly and Naides Stone had to leave school on account of illness. We felt badly but health had to be considered first and we know they will graduate in fine shape next year. We had a Hallowe'en party during the first semester of our Senior year. It was one that was different from those we had held before. The first semester passed all too quickly and before long the Senior play was in full swing. The cast did not consist en- tirely of Seniors because there were not enough boys to take the parts. The ser- vices of members outside the class were greatly appreciated. No one will ever for- get Three Live Ghosts. It was a rare comedy that was well worth remembering. The Seniors history goes to press be- fore our school year is completed. Never- theless, we're living in anticipation of an- other picnic and the glorious privilege of skip day. Time has passed all too quickly, but never will we forget the days spent at