Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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 JUNIOR GROUP

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21 QUINIAULT .liintinr (Dfltrera Ingram Chamberlain Beatrice McKenna Grace Proctor Edward Middleton President Vice President Secretary Treasurer JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Adele Wilcox Beulah May Cedric Greene Claire Bruce Clarence Garrison Cvria Allen Chester Gilbreath Carroll Redeker Clyde Spencer Dorothy Pearson Dorothy Girton Elmer Peterson Edith Rosenborg Elizabeth Morgan Frances Paine Fred Hemphill Gladys Draper George Ilalfertv Gordon Spoon Helen Austin Herbert Creech Horace Cook Harry Adams Inez Young John Hartung Joseph Zelasko Lulu Morehead Lee Carey Marguerite Thompson Marian Hogan Madeline Harrison Olivetta Faulkner Raymond McKenna Stanley DeLosh Sylvester Damitio Thomas Willikson Victor Burt Walter Iluttula Will Hudson Willard Dudley Winifred Coats Wilder Carter Zola Garner CLASS COLORS—Crimson and Grey.

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2fi QUINIAULT Slmtinr (Class (Cltrmttrlr PRELUDE Should you ask me, whence these stories, W kcnee these legends and traditions, ith the pride of great achievements. With the mud and thumps of football, W ith the groans of midnight cramming, With the joy of social triumphs, With the toilsome fun of picnics— I should answer, 1 should tell you. “From the class books of the teachers. From “The Ocean Breeze’s” pages. From the notes passed, undetected By the eagle eyes of teachers, From their own unceasing chatter. Thence I gleaned my information ; Learned about the class of ’13, Learned its hopes, its aims, its struggles. CANTO I. Boldly entered they the High School, Boldly but with knees atremble; Braved the cold disdain of Seniors. Stare of Juniors quite as haughty. Faced the jibes of silly Sophies— Conscious of their own importance, Sure in time ’twould be acknowledged. But at length they grew courageous, Saw the others were but human, That in time they could surpass them. Yells the loudest proved their vigor; Loudest also on Great Sock Day Were the Freshies sock’s adornments. As they graced the “canned” procession. None too soon the year was ended, Freshies they would be no longer, Green and gawky they no longer. Yet their hearts half-sad turned backward. Happy days they’d spent together. Days not always filled with labor; They must have one last grand frolic While they yet were naught but Freshie Unrestrained by age or wisdom. Down the bay they went one morning. Down the bay to sleepy Westport, Woke the echoes in that village. Strewed tin sands with scraps of luncheon. Did the usual stunts at picnics. Came home tired, burned, ecstatic. Glad they went and glad ’twas ovei