Throp High School - Hialitza Yearbook (Throp, WA)

Page 40 text:

FA REWELL Farewell to Thorp High School NVe have learned to love you wellg NVith the help of rod and rule A111ong the learned we now dwell. And tho' our teachers may be cruel XVe now to all the world will tell, NVe love you, Thorp High School. Farewell to Thorp High School, NVe of that honored bandg Go forth into the world Among the honored ones to stand. As tho' into the flood we're hurled, VVe gained the grit and sand To cope with each demand From our own dear Thorp High School. Farewell to Thorp High School, You've stood for what is right, And we have learned what eer we do To do with all our might. And never will your colors fade From out beyond our sight, The crimson and the black we'll hold Forever in the light. T. L, l' ll , , L. OUR LAST SCHOOL DAY LDedicated to the stately Seniorsl lVhen I think of our last great school day. Cin the eve of our intellectual dawng I think of the past, of the schoolmates that Have been with us here and are gone. I wonder if any will greet us with a shake, A pat, and a gring XVith a hearty, Good for you old fellow, You stuck to it and you win. I think of the good-hearted fellows, That helped with problems, oh yes When x, y, z, seemed impossible, And our History of Spanish was a mess. I often look up and wonder If we would get along half so well, If it weren't for the kindness of Mr. Gaiser, Of Mr. Giberson, Mrs. Newman and Miss Zabel But the road that leads down to failure, Is paved all the way with good deeds. But on the last school day of '22, Dear friends, these won't answer your needs, But the trail to Knowledge, tho' narrow, Leads straight to success by and byg And the professor will give us diplomas. That shows we're through with Thorp High. E. H., '23

Page 39 text:

HISTORY lt's study, study all the time, I do not think it's rightg We never have an hour for play From early morn till night. XVe ramble down to History class, And there we hear our doomg If we don't have our lesson We have to leave the room. But if we have it, were O. K. And certainly! you can stay To hear the members of the class Discuss topics of the day. XVe talk about our presidents, And men in politics, But whcn we talk of railroads The class will always mix. Then to religion we might stray, Or bad traits in some men, And there were always sure to stay Until the period ends. But still it's study in our books And read papers oer and o'er, But no, 'tis not nearly enough, Our teacher calls for more. E.N.8:D The Senior Class, much criticized are they But when it comes to makin, Thew High School Annual They are workin' night and day. The Juniors are very jealous Because they can not rule. But the Seniors are the only ones Who try to run the school. Because it is their last year here, The Seniors are always tryin' To do the best for this OLD SCHOOL? An' they ll try till time of dyir1'. These Juniors will be the same As thcy, in another year. They'll shout and and say, Cheer up. You lower classinen, it'll be your time To boss some other year. vs -37.-

Page 41 text:

Jokes Jackie was a giant XVho has lived all alone. But when he saw Miss Pygmie Pat He copped her for his own. William is a millers son, His pockets full of ryeg Every morn he comes to school XVith 1nill dust in his eye. XVhy should we Freshies Worry XVith NVillie at the helm, He's never in a hurry, But seeks a flowery realm. Harley- I almost had a conversation with Theresa today. Bruce- XVhat did she say? Harley- l'h-huh, Hu-huh. I'll take Thorp High, The best of schools, Where Freedom lives And reason rules. The business manager. while making a speech at a P. T. A. meeting, spoke thus: XVe shall have the pictures of the Seniors. Juniors. faculty and all other activities in the Annual. The High School faculty Are all pretty punk. They feed us up on poetry And all kinds of junk. Jack Snyder, our football star, He played all season without a scar, He went through the lines at break-neck speed, And to tackle him they never did succeed. There are Freshmen in this school, And they are wondrous wise, They jumped into Algebra And landed up to their eyes. There is Nellie Roan, so sedate, What you never want to do Is start a debate, For when Nellie: gets started You might as well quit. Because if you talk back She'll have a fit.