Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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Q U I N I A U L T CHAPTER III. With the dignified air of Seniority the Juniors felt pleased to think that at last they were upper classmen. Things “‘commenced to begin” with our entrance through the portals of the first day of our Junior year. We started the year out right by giving the first and mostly enjoyed of a series of dances in the form of a Barn Dance given in the High School ‘“Gym.” This was a great social and financial success. The Seniors realizing the success of our unique dance, decided to follow suit, and a costume ball was the result. Later the Sophs and Presides both entertained with dances in the “Gym.” Our Junior Prom was one of the greatest social successes of the season. The Armory was profusely decorated for the occasion in heavy greens of cedar and our class colors, purple and gold, of crepe paper, protruded everywhere through the greens. The huge ’18 at one end of the hall and '19 at the other, next the moon, added a great deal to the inviting appearance of the ball room. The dance was everything we could wish it to be, financially, socially, and otherwise, due to the splendid work of the committees in charge and aided by Miss Sharp, our class advisor, to whom we are much indebted. An unusual event of this year was a series of entertainments offered by each class at the intervals of 2 or 3 weeks for the approval of the other three classes. We were very fortunate in obtaining a play with “pep” and one that afforded many a laugh which is easily conceived by the name, “A Case of Suspension.” The cast was chosen in the usual manner, by holding tryouts in which each member of the class was given a chance t-- show his or her ability as an actor. We also complimented ourselves on being able to have Miss Rupp as our coach and the class wishes to extend its gratitude to her in the most sincere manner. In football again we starred, many of the team being Juniors. The addition of “Ash proved a valuable supplement to the class. Both B. B. teams were unusually successful this year, and had the honor of carrying off both Interclass Championships, Anna Mackey proving a good captain for the girls and “Ash” for the boys. CHAPTER IV. AND NO MORE. Our last year marks the most successful period of our school life, thus far. Our boys represented the last team in B. B., but were unable to show' their football ability on account of the failure to have a team, which was on account of the Flu which was on account of the Germs in Germany, and which was on account of the Bolshekivi. Now that we are about to depart forever from this great hall of learning, we wish to impress it on all who come after us that the Class of 20 arc treacherous. For any further particulars see Cath Hook, —26—

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Q U I N I A U L T JfMStorp of Class of 1919 As the year of ’19 is tolling out its close, we, as graduating Seniors, and the wise elders of the A. II. S„ will here sound our trumpets in a mighty effort to reveal our triumph for the past few eventful years. CHAPTER I. We have arrove, most of 11s in 1914. some of 11s dating a while back; hut we all intend to graduate, preferably about 1919. The following verse portrays to you our true feeling: Here we is as green as grass, Sophies stare with eyes of glass, Juniors give us all their sass, Seniors snub us as we pass, Freshmen! Freshmen! ’19 Class. The Freshmen officers were elected at the first class meeting, which we held September 17. They were as follows: Russell Austin, President: Filly Nordgren, Vice President; Helen Chamberlain, Secretary; and Ed Green, 1 reasurer. Our initiation into social life took place at the High School Gym when the Sophs entertained at a Freshmen reception in our honor. In basketball the class was well represented and the Frosh won the Tnterclass Championship over the Juniors. On the gridiron, too, the Freshmen made a splendid showing. In debate the class contributed three members. CHAPTER IT. Xow in our Sophomore year our unsophisticated attitude gradually disappeared, and we immediately started out by showing our authority over the Freshmen, which were and still are an inexplicable, omnipresent, salubricating. self-gratifying, heterogeneous, indescribable, incomparable mass of humanity and sufferers of brain fag in general. Of course, the thing that occupied the minds of the Sophomores was the one event—which bores the minds of all Sophomores—the reception in honor of the Freshmen which was a very elaborate and interesting affair. No doubt you realize, but refuse to admit, that we made a very good showing in athletics, both girls and boys. Interest is not of the keenest in the 2nd vear for you are neither a Frosh nor a Senior. Our election resulted in the following officers: Gordon Tebb, President; Marian Vernon, Vice President: Cecelia Carlson, Secretary; and Doc Austin, Treasurer. “Jingles,” the baby elephant, and “Fat Mitchell of Melon s Food fame, both held honors on the II. S. eleven. —25—

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Q U I N I A U L T who is always posted on the latest current events of the II. S., particularly the most notorious. When you are Seniors, Little Ones, never mind your lessons; just pass and you arc O. K. (Seniors' advice). Mrs. Nelson was chosen to coach the class play, and it was through her coaching and a representative cast that the play proved a decided success. The Senior Ball, which was the most gorgeous affair of the school season, represented a Japanese tea garden in full bloom. As our class colors are purple and gold, we were very fortunate in being able to obtain purple wistaria, lilacs and yellow Scotch Broom in profusion which lent a soft fragrance to the ball room. As we stand on the threshold of the World, “Aberdeen Daily, with our bumps of knowledge washed away, and our disillusioned eyes opened on a new vista of life, we regret to leave, though we are eager to begin a new career. The Class of ’19 wish everyone good luck and hope that they will be half as successful in their undertakings as we were, for that will be plenty good enough for them. But seriously, we wish you all the best of luck and success in life, and when you think of us, which we hope will be often, bear in mind: “Count that day lost, Who’s low descending sun, Views from thy hand, No worthy action done.” —27—