Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE TAHOMA IWONDER And now we're ready to begin the race. Our hopes run high-we think 'tis much we know. 'Tis we who in the future set the pace, Who'll rule the world-at school they tell us so Soon comes some sage of pessimistic mind Who looks in scorn from cold and loveless eyes Speaks thus from lips which never bless mankind, lt's all a falsehood-ye build on lies. Then there be those with gentler natures blest Who still our glowing visions cannot share. They say, Your school days are the happiest For ne'er again will joy come without care. I wonder--after we taste life's cup Its sweets and bitters know-their strength compared, Have weighed life's joys and sorrows down and up, Will we from bitterness and hate be spared? Will we upon the ardent plans of youth Look with scorn of disillusioned eyes, And with cold words wel-blanket without ruth, The hopes which our young hearts now fondly prize? And we will quote with staid and solemn air, Thus they have passed,-Life's happiest days are o'er. And murmur with an echo of despair, We knew it not-we knew not that they went. RUTH Ei SWANSON. '13

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THE TAHOMA FINIS The fading notes die, softly sweet, The organ sighs its last retreat, The portals open, close again And shut from us the sweet refrain. No more in joyous youthful fles We'll fill those corridors and aisles. Our hymnals done, our service o'er, We've passed on through the outer door. Our worlf is with the wide new earth, Where we will test our strength and worth. Farewell, O portals tried and true, Our school farewell, O, Cold and Blue! Your care for us was not in vain- Through all the years that yet will wane Our hearts will hold the sweet refrain. As fruitful years go crowding past Through Sumtmefs charm and Winters' blast, O, let us linger on our way lf but a moment let us stay: And listen-.hear it faint and far- A note, a fragment of a bar It strikes a chord within' our souls, A swift response in answer rolls: Our thoughts go bounding back again To scenes where rang that lasting strain: And when our school's loved name we hear Our hearts will shout a welcome cheer. OCIE H. VAN TINE.. 'I 3

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THE TAHOMA FINALl:1 We have won another battle And our weary task is done, We have struggled on unceasing But the dear old goal is won. Oh, the trials and all the hardships And the teachers so supreme Who with fienclish glee would flunk us Now appear as in a dream. Yes, we foolishly did grumble, Thought the world was far loo hard, Swore we crammed each eve till midnight Clanced with terror at each cardg Spoiled our pleasures by complaining That the years were ages long, But we've found at last, with sorrow, That each year was but a song. How distinctly we remember When we hit the 9B class, We were timid, cow'ring infants And they called us green as grass. We would come to school real early Try and memorize our books, Then the office had its terrors And we feared the teachers' looks. Then as Sophomores people knew us, But no longer were we shy, Looked with pity on the Freshmen, Thought our bunch was all the pie. Spent our coin on ties and loud socks, Ducked from school to see a show, Dissipated much on sodas, To the ball games did we go. But we set our pace while funiors: Then the fair ones would we court. Took in all the shows and dances, For each funior was a sportg