Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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QUIN AULT 27 FRANK WERNER The Duke. CLARENCE WINBERG A well red man. CLIFFORD WHEELER And what is more, you’ll be a man my son.” GLADYS WINQUIST At last we are off. TED WHITE Another White Hope. EFFIE ZARKOWSKI EZ. MARY WILSON Merry. To the Class of 1927 By Jean McMurray As now we leave our high school life behind And look back over mem’ries sad and pleasant, We feel our efforts all were for the best And that our name will not be soon forgotten. “Originality” was e’er our slogan In everything we did; and great success Rewarded each endeaver manifold. With such a reputation we go forth To battle in a world that’s not all joy. And may we each and everyone have all Success that’s due to those who work and strive For better things in life.

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26 QUIN AULT CORINNE STROM ' Behold, I have told you before. ROBERT STUDEBAKER A thing of beauty is a joy forever. H ED WIG SWIERGULA ' Little children, keep your selves from idols. BETTY TEBB Why Smith Lett Home. GERTRUDE TEMPLE Men may come and men may go, but I go on forever. GLADYS THOMPSON This life without love is like coke and ashes. HAROLD THORNTON Pretty as a pitcher. ELLEN TURNQUIST Oh sleep, it is a gentle thing. MERYL VAN AUKEN Awk! ROSA VAN ESS Hay! Hay! The farmer. MARGARET ANN WALKER Walker ’er ride. BEN WEATHER WAX I smoke in my room, having no heart to mingle with the people in the office.

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28 QUIN AULT T5he Juniors