Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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QUINIAULT class mm We, the class of 11)17 of the Aberdeen High School, being of sound mind and memory, and on the point of departing from those halls forever do declare this to be our last will and testament. To the Freshmen of the year now coming to a close we bequeath the following Rules for Conduct, the carefully condensed result of four years of observation and experience: First. Be kind to your teachers for it is your duty to hold a good example before them and. moreover, we have found this to be the most efficient method for obtaining satisfactory report cards. Second. Be kind to your books. Do not treat them harshly. Indeed we recommend that they be used as little as possible for the less wear they receive the greater the possibility of your regaining possession of vour library fee. Third. Be kind to your classmates for you might want to be president when you are a Senior. Should you obey all these injunctions you cannot fail to become men and women, successful in society, finance and politics. To the Sophomores. Alas, we hesitate. For a class so bountifully provided with wit, grace, wisdom and all the other qualities in the category of success we can think of no suitable bequest. But wait— one thing we have possessed which is of real value and which owing to lack of time we must leave behind us. Therefore, to the Sophomore class we will leave all the deposit of chewing gum which in four long years we have accumulated with much labor and expense. We regret to say that upon investigation we find that “Charley.” the janitor, has filched a large part of this treasure but there is still much remaining, of many assorted kinds, and when in the coming year you desire an exciting, soul tuning and jaw developing exercise we commend you to its use and wish you joy thereof. To the juniors we bequeath: First, our seats in the auditorium and with them the hearty wish that their occupants during the coming year may acquit themselves with a dignity worthy of their exalted position. Second, we leave to them Room Fourteen—and may the lofty ideals and tin brilliant ideas which we have so successfully shown forth within its walls, continue to rule— and taking possession of its new inmates, gain them a position as exalted as our own. To certain needy individuals in the school we make the following bequest: —31—

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Q U I N I A IT L T A.—“Speaking of Bert just puts me in mind of George Arnold. Where is he?” E.—“Oh, he’s a minister now. lie has quite a flock in Grenasgras-ville, Oregon. George is the same religious soul as he was as a boy. Art Mackey told me about him. Art is a confirmed bachelor, although he has plenty of jingle. I understand that he is nursing a shattered romance. It seems he wanted to marry that little girl In used to fuss over during the noon hour, but she wouldn’t have him.” A.—“Have you ever heard of ‘Quick’ Keil?” E.—“You bet I have. He is managing the ‘Green Sox’ nine. Last year his team walked away with the pennant in the Bushville County Tri-C'ity League. I saw him last summer when lie was up in Philadelphia scouting for some recruits. I saw Ralph Vammen there, too. He had charge of the pretty girl contest at the ‘Centennial.’ Ralph makes it a business now of managing such things as fairs and expositions. He was always strong for that class of stuff, you remember.” A.—“Sav, Ek, what became of -—” Bang! Thump! Thwack! E.—“Get off the line! What do you think this is. a public lecture?” A.—“As I was saying, what became of Lilian Milette? She used to help out on the ‘O. B.’ and ‘Quinault’ you know.” E.—“Lilian stuck to the newspaper business. At present she is editor of the ‘Feminine Fight,’ a paper devoted to the theme of ‘vir 'st nihil. They say she has proved her theory by properly training her hubby up to standard specifications. I tell you Art. this country has become ‘war’ for the married man. That’s why I still am a bachelor.” A.—“So it would seem. Well to continue, what became of Julius Berggren?” E.—He was killed in South America about two years ago. He was a movie taker and was trying to hang up in a tree by bis toes and take some snaps. He lost his footing and fell into the mouth of an alligator. Hard luck, I proclaim. Ilinman Harris was telling me about it. He was with him. Ilinman left about a year ago to take pictures with a North Pole expedition. They haven’t come back yet.” A.—“How about Margueritte Whelan, Margueritte Loomis, Mildred Gerhardt and Marie Robinson?” E.—“Oh, they’re all married off and living around near Aberdeen. I haven’t seen them since I was down that wav in ’33.” A.—“And Mildred Foelkner?” E.—“She is a policewoman in Tacoma. I have good reason to remember her. She pulled me about four years ago when T was preaching on a street corner without a license. That was in the days before I began my lecture tours. I spent my time then preaching Hinduism and the transmigration of souls.” • A.—“And how about Josie Moore?” E.—“Oh. she’s married to -—” Bang! A.—“Hang it! Central sure has her nerve.” —ARTHUR WILLIAMS, ’17. —30—

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QUINIAULT To Ed. Green, one pair of long trousers donated by Editor “Art” who, although he parts with them regretfully has been induced to do so by the urgency of the need. lo Leslie Morgan, Art Mackey bequeaths his most valuable possession, a bottle of hair glue, warranted to break the back of the stiffest pompadour. To Roger Blackburn, one bright idea in chemistry, donated out of pity for the heir’s low grades, by “Bill” Hugo, who would give more were it not for the fact that this is his only one with any bearing on the subject. To the Faculty we will give all good things in full return measure, as they have meted out good grades to us. Who could ask more? To the school as a whole, our classmates, teachers and all concerned, we bequeath our untarnished reputation for high scholarship, nobility of character, general efficiency and modesty, and our best wishes for a future bright with all happiness and success. In testimony whereof we set our seal. CLASS OF SEVENTEEN. Witness: Marion Crarv. SCHOOL-MATES What friends like those, our school-mates? True, other friendships we will form. But the heart grows cold as one grows old And the friendships that here we form Seem firmer, truer and more warm Than those that come as the years unfold. What joys like those of school-mates? At study, work or play There’s a ready smile and a cheery “hello” That passes the lips from the heart below Without selfish thought of personal pay. School-mates, a word that should Be written in on the whitest leaves Of our Book of Life, in the purest gold. Friendship, love, nay. ’tis more than these . A greater something that will never be told And only by school-mates be understood. -32— —KRAZY KAT, ’17.