Washougal High School - Kaiyawi Yearbook (Washougal, WA)

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191 ilIl71077l ab Freshmen W. ll. S. llow much those three letters stand t'or, and how far they seemed tiom ns until that notorious day when we first were to enter the assembly. We were going to he lfrcshmen of the lligh Schoolg we might shure its tasks and its pleasures. No longer would we he compelled to cnviously watch the students in their activities: they would now he our activities, too. llut our happy anticipations were brought to earth with a sickening tlmd when we first marched in before the penetrating eyes of the inquisitive assem- hlcd Student Body. The sensation that overpowered us was very similar to stage fright. only worse. 'l'hen we suddenly recalled a host of stories of the grewsome fltt that hid .tw tiltd foimu hm innus tnoutlh to tlltlt'N my l'l hman ll 2- ' 1 1 1 ' ' c ja j cs '. ow- ever, with the exception of the lfreshmen reception, that first day was the worst, and we t'ound our former dreams more true than false. NYith the exception of May llaven, who was with us hut littlc over two months, our class consists of tirace llihhle, lois Nlct'lurc lena 7inil'er, l va ,..,,. ,x , White, liarl llathaway, Paul llapp, lirnie tlampen, Otto lirauer and .Xlhert Peder- sen, nine meinhers. Nine, that unit over which not another is grealerg possihly il will exert some of its magic influence over the history of our class. Who knows!

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