Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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SYSTEMATIC NOISE MAKING Psychology teaches that for every stimulus there must be some sort of motor outlet. So when there comes stealing over us a sort of a chill, which we will call enthusiasm, it is quite natural that we uncork that feeling in one way or another. To do it in a scientific and organized way. we unite our voices---Lance steps to the front cf the body----takes the duster in his hand and how we do yell. ITis program on the Football field runs something like this-. “Let us start the ball down the field with a good locomotive Sort of an eight-drive freighter, a great big one. Every one yell. Don’t be afraid to open your mouths. All right, one. two. three: Rok, Cholk. Oh My Aberdeen. Aberdeen, Aberdeen High Rok, Cholk, Oh My Aberdeen, Aberdeen, Aberdeen High Rok, Cholk, Oh My Aberdeen. Aberdeen. Aberdeen High Let us EAT TM ALIVE Next. Rickety Kax, Go Axe. Go Axe. Give them the axe, the axe, the axe Go More High School. EAT TJM Alive. I believe we can yell Aberdeen Rah, Rah, better than that. Go slow at first and repeat. Begin— Aberdeen Rah, Rah, Aberdeen Rah. Rah. Hu Rah, Hu Rah Aberdeen Rah. Rah. Cheer lTp Iloquiam. Now—Everyone—Sing— Cheer up, Iloquiam. don’t be sighing, sighing. There’s a Football game today You’ll look sadder when you see our Football boys And see how they can play; Sadder days for you are coming, coming When you see we have won the day Iloquiam dear, do not fear. You’ll play Football bye and bye. To celebrate the victory and put a sort of a frosting on the whole thing, lets sing “Aberdeen High” to tin tune of Cupid is the Captain of the Army. Here’s to old Aberdeen Hi The Old High School that we love so well Here’s to her gray Old Walls Echo’s loud and long her praises swell; Here’s to schoolmates so true Waking Memories ever fond and sacred. Aberdeen High, Aberdeen High First in every heart And that’s, the school we always will remember.” Geo. B. Miller. 26

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tory contest; later he represented A. H. S. in the Southwestern Washington declamatory contest of the same year and this time received a gold medal for taking first place, and, upon going to Seattle to enter the State declamatory contest, lie took fourth place among orators and declaimers from all over the State. The next year Lance Hart again came to the front and upon being sent to the State Declamatory Contest, he took second place and was awarded the fifteen dollars offered for that place. Once more in our Junior year are we allowed to see the talent displayed by this young “ Demosthenes” of our class, Lance Hart. Upon being appointed leader of the debating team, Lance set to work with a mighty effort and after a long series of victories, succeeded in guiding his team to bringing home, with flying colors, the Championship of the State, and establishing for himself a statewide reputation as a debator and public speaker. So we draw to the close of our third and most successful year in High School, and are ready to sally forth on our forth and last year with renewed vigor and determination, expecting to make this one remaining year of our High School life, tin best and greatest of our career. And are we not right to expect such things? Are we not justified in singing the praise of this class, the best and dearest of all? For, ’tis said, “Whosoever paddleth not his own canoe, his canoe shall not he paddled.” So we, the class of 1911, do take off our hats and give three long and lusty cheers for A. 11. S. and the good old Gold and Brown. So: Here’s to the colors that float in the light, Hurrah for the Gold and Brown; Bright as tin stars that shine in the night And never stoop to scowl or frown; And may our memories, joyous and bright. Grow fairer and fonder as years take their flight ; Hail to the colors that float in tin light, Hurrah for the Gold and Brown. 25

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