Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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HISTORY OF CLASS OF 1910. Four years waiting for praise from other tongues and pens than our own is a good while, and yet here as our High School career draws to a close, it falls that the Seniors themsleves must sound their own achievements, must sing their own odes and must weep at their own departure. However, we note with no small degree of satisfaction that our work has at all times been spontaneously given for the promotion of any school enterprise. CHAPTER I. As Freshmen in 1906-07, we were never noticed by the other classmen nor mentioned in the “Ocean Breeze” class notes. We l,ad a superfluity of that customary Freshmen exhuberance and yet Ihe 1910’s were shunned and avoided. However, we played the part of skilled opticians opening the eyes of the other classes later in the year. Cris was our G. O. M., directing the policy of state and producing in a joint effort with Aubrey a constitution which has furnished a model for all subsequent classes. With the luck in the beginning campaign following us, in the shape of rain, the party of picknickers wearing the alluring caps of ’10 (purchased for such occasions) rumbled over the Wishkah road in a huge farm wagon, stopping only to partake of many dainties prepared by the girls. Then too, there was a gavel won—presented by Principal Kellogg, the reward for selling many dozens of tickets for some sort of an entertainment—ancient history now. CHAPTER II. What stands out most brilliantly in this year are the forensic efforts of Nan, Aubrey and Chris expounding “Government Ownership of Railroads,” giving the Juniors a close call in the finals. In this year Aubrey and Emily pounded the desk with the mahogany gavel. Our picnic was another ride overland, sorely trying our nerves and keeping kind Providence very busy watching Rhea, Bessie and “Scoovy,” who so seriously hampered the expedition by getting lost, that we never got where we intended to go—but we found the little dears. CHAPTER III. Our class was always broad minded. We find Nan opening the meetings here—an example and exponent of the Rights of Woman. The Junior Prom, was to be reckoned next. Little now can be said of it socially and financially than that it was like a corner of Elysium, resulting in a sort of Pactolus that flowed into our treasury. A consolidated affair and an effective one too was the result of the Junior-Senior picnic to Oyehut in the chartered Fleetwood. Of course, our trip and adventures were as thrilling as those of Sir Francis Drake and Capt. Kiell. The boat was nearly beached, a few couples of our party nearly lost, some nearly left behind, some 17

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SENIOR CLASS NOTES. Graduates! How manifold its meaning; but for us there is only one meaning and that one is fraught with gladness and sorrow. Of course we are glad to complete the work over which we have labored and which we have shirked these twelve long years. Of course we want to get out into the big wide world and show what we can do. Hut then another aspect comes before us; we will miss those dear companions we have associated with so long; we will miss even the daily routine and long to get back to it; oh we cannot enumerate those things which will he stored in our brain and labeled “Memories.” As we look hack, are we not satisfied with our work? Hardly, for each one in his heart thinks of what he might have done if he had only worked harder. Hut even then we have only contributed our share to the spirit and contests of the school. Who could ask for better football heroes than Bert Glidden, the plucky and famous little end; Cris Beltz, the old warhorse at tackle; Cross, the “heady” little quarter of two years’ experience; trusty Springer, as guard; and Moulton, whose defensive work at center reminded the enemy of a stone wall. In Basket Ball, Cross and Moulton again carried off honors for their team. Cross as running guard and Moulton, as running forward. Mable McClymont and Rhea Rupert contributed largely to the success of the girls Basket Hall team; Mable by her splendid de-lensive work as guard and Rhea by her steady work at forward. On the Rase Hall field tin Seniors are also in evidence, for Rert by his excellent work at batting, base running and care of second base and “Mick” in the pitcher’s box and also as outfielder are a pair that would make the most courageous enemy falter. Athletics however are not our only forte; we have been also represented in the more intellectual side by Cris Beltz and Nan Allard, who were the stars of the 1908 debating team. Looking through this list of heroes and heroines should we not feel proud that we have contributed so largelv to the successes of the A. II. S? Farewell to all you Juniors, To the Sophmores and Freshmen too, Follow the way of the Seniors And be true to the gold and blue. 16

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nearly sick on the homeward trip in the moonlight. The Seniors of ’10 will well remember it. CHAPTER IV. Our last year marks a great social epoch. It was here in this last year that precedence was again set by the class of ’10 in the way of class parties. The other classes followed in order. Then again under the direction of our girls, who by the way, are the social dictators, many receptions for visiting athletic teams were planned and made possible by the joint efforts of the ’10’s. Among them was a delightful reception at Mable’s for the final debate teams. It was all the more pleasant, since we had won. Too—this annual is the product of Senior promotion and school assistance. No regret possesses us as we write this last chapter in A. II. S. We feel that our share has contributed toward the school, making its memories sweet and its spirit wholesome. We could have improved in some ways the work of the past four years, but that improvement shall come in some other place and is not to be written of here. SENIOR ALPHABET. A is for Aubrey, who a lawyer will make He’ll write out your will and divide your estate. B is for Beulah, so modest and quiet ’Twould be hard to find her in the midst of a riot. C is for Chris, who is very wise And as for arguments—he’d take the prize. D stands for “divinity” which we all eat; Among other candies it cannot be beat. E is for Emily, who knows what to do When the rest stand ’round in a terrible stew. F stands for Miss Fogle, whom we like very much Though often in our classes we don’t show her such. G is for Glidden, who plays base-ball He’s a jolly lad and is liked by all. 11 is for Heaven, where we’ll meet bye and bye And over our Physics we’ll ne’er need to sigh. I is for Inez, who from school ran away And got in much trouble with Mr. Newell, they say. J stand for justice which to us is denied When question after question upon us is plied. Emily Hart. ’10. 18