Washington High School - Washingtonian Yearbook (Fremont, CA)

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A Trip Through Ireland We had arrived in Ireland, the buffer state of Europe, and the most picturesque. Our first stop was at a typical Irish village, Glencoe. This village is one in which the scenery is unsurpassed. All around are verdant hills, beautiful and naturally fertile land, and proofs of Ireland’s past, which are found in her art and architecture. We traveled through Glencoe and the neighboring villages in a small cart, drawn by an old, slow horse. No sooner had our driver stopped the conveyance in front of the vil¬ lage store than countless lads and lassies rushed out from every nook and corner in the village to welcome us, or perhaps our money. 1 he people are affectionate, sympathetic, and warm hearted. They made us enjoy and appreciate our tour through their village just by their attitude of friendliness and welcome toward us. this is just one of the many incidents we experienced on our trips. After traveling through a great part of Ireland and thus securing a general survey of the country, we were astounded by its structures, feat¬ ures, and products. Why has Ireland been so unfortunate and so full of discontentment—with such natural resources—her noble harbors, her River Shannon, her fertile land? But at last when we obtained our first view ot the “silver streak,” we were able to comprehend that one of the misfortunes of Ireland was due to her geography. This “silver streak,” a body ot water, divides Ireland from the mother country. Right then and there we closed our eyes and tried to visualize what Ireland’s history might have been had it not been for this barrier. We hurried on and arrived in England, determined to return some day to enjoy more of Ireland and to fathom out the remaining causes of her unsuccessfulness. Generally, tourists hurry through Ireland without stopping to note its rare beauty; mainly because they are eager to reach Great Britain and the continent. But we have found that in all our travels no countrv holds such a store of delights and surprises as the Emerald Isle. Sentiment! How much there is in our old building! This old fash¬ ioned school, on an old fashioned site. In every room there are memories. How I love to walk down the cor¬ ridors, up and down the stairs. The atmosphere is that of home to me, as it surely must be to others. Ah! the dear old basement, with its furnace covered with names and numerals, from many years hack—although in reality it is a dark and dreary place—but what does Youth care? In our assembly hall, which is not very large, we have gathered for our rallies. The faded penants hung on the walls inspired our heroes whom we cheered with mighty voices to go on the field to tight their hard¬ est for Washington High. I am proud to say that I am a student ot the last class which will go from this building, and I hope the following classes may hold just such fond memories of their beautiful school as I have for the old one.

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The Great Northwest In motoring through the Northwest you are impressed by the wonder¬ ful scenery of that region. The amount of land covered with timber is astonishing. The highways have had to be constructed through the mid¬ dle of vast forests. One of the most beautiful of these roads is the one leading to Mt. Rai¬ nier National Park in the State of Washington. There are many varieties of scenery along this route, including snow covered mountains, sloping down to small valleys and canyons below. Great streams of melted snow rush down the canyons, washing away much dirt and many rocks from the mountain sides. One of these is the Nesqually River. Its course is very winding. In several places the current becomes slower for one moment and then the river drops down perpendicularly two or three hundred feet. The most beautiful fall in this river is Narada. A huge volume of water pours down the side of the canyon, crosses the road-bed on the bank of the river, then falls down six hundred feet to the bottom of the canyon. To stand near the top of the fall and watch the clouds of mist coming up from below is delightful. Farther up the canyon, beyond the fall, is a glacier. You would not know that it is there, as it is two or three hundred feet from the main road. The glacier is not gleaming white as you might expect, but is the color of dirt at a distance. With the aid of magnifying glasses you can see that there is dirt and rock as well as ice in the glacier. Small pieces of ice continually break off from this great mass. Along the one-way road from the glacier to Paradise Valley are many hued wild flowers. Sometimes you will find them growing within ten feet of a bank of snow. After traveling for ten miles with the snow and wild flowers over the landscape on the right, and with a beautiful river hundreds of feet below on the left, you reach the hotel in Paradise Valley. In the early morning you can look out of your window on a small stream below, running through a green valley dotted with patches of snow and bright wild flowers. More beautiful than this peaceful valley, so far up in the mountains, is Mt. Rainier, towering fourteen thousand feet above, with a clear blue sky forming a background for the snow covered peak and its slopes. After viewing this beautiful scenery, so typical of the Northwest, you realize what you have missed by not taking this trip before.

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Class of 1924 President, Robert Sweeney Secretary, Ruby Joyce Vice-President, Jeanette Richmond Treasurer, Eleanor Rogers Junior Class History All hail to the class of twenty-four, That’s full of life, if not of lore, Who in activities is very spry, And who always roots for Washington High. The classmen come from far and wide, From neighboring towns and countryside, In Fords, in busses, and on “bikes,” While others have some very long hikes. The teams of girls and teams of boys, To us and the school brought many joys. When “Scrubs” we won the interclass game, And as Sophs and Juniors upheld our fame. As Juniors we’ve won the name of “winner,” By the last event, the “Senior Dinner.” We are sure as Juniors we’ve paved the way, So when Seniors we are we can truthfully say, “Every day in every way, we are getting better and better. ' ’