Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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QUINIAULT CLIFF WEATHERWAX To Whom This Volume is Respectfully Dedicated

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TO OUR READERS Go, little book, whose pages hold This garnered year in loving trust; How long before your blue and gold Shall fade and whiten in the dust? It matters little soon or late, A day, a month, a year, an age— I read oblivion in its date, And finis on its title-page. Deal gently with us, ye who read! Our largest hope is unfulfilled— The promise still outruns the deed— The tower, but not the spire, we build. Our whitest pearls we never find; Our ripest fruit we never reach; The flowering moments of the mind Drop half their petals in our speech. These are our blossoms; if they wear One streak of morn or evening’s glow, Accept them; but to us more fair The buds of song that never blow.

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3F a r it 11 it Supt. Arthur Wilson, Jessie F. Gibson, W. A. King, A. F. Williams, Ruth A. Fogle, Coach Bell. Althea Ott, I. Stineman.