Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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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

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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 Took all honors in athletics, Yes, we beat the Seniors, too. Slid along in all our studies And our motto was, Slip through. But the last lap was so brilliant That it e'en outshone the Sun, And to tell it is not modest But my duty must be done. For the classes gone before us Fade away as in a mist,- And it hurts me to disgrace them But my classmates all insist. Oh, 'twould honor even Caesar, And Napoleon, the Creat, Could they tum from dust and wander Up our golden path so straight. And our teachers, once so learned, Will have little more to say When they hear what we accomplish When we step into the fray. For our class is great in numbers, And life's battles we defy: When our heroes hit their stride, they'll Malfe the wheels of progress fly. For we've learned that every labor, Will require both heart and soul. We must learn to fight our failures If we hope to' win the goal. Ah! we sail to foreign waters, But fond mem'ries bring a sigh For our true and faithful comrades And the happy days gone by. So our faith will be etemal, We'll be friends, though we ffrow old And our toast will be forever, To the dear old Blue and Cold! CHESTER VERNON HEALY I3