Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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QUIN AULT 9 Cams Waara Noll Johnson Ye Class History By ciSVlay G. Hall Yo! Ho! Ho! Shipwrecked? Nay. Our sailes be sette to ye foure winds and we do be headed straighte for yon porte of Golden Opportunities. How welle do we remeber ye daye we firste entered the goode shippe. Nay; not as timmide Freshmen withe uncertaine and shakie stepp, but as ambytious and promising Sophomores, for oure classe holds honorable distinction of being the firste classe to occupy the Junior high as Freshmen. Never have we bowed to the inglorious duties of the Freshmen. We did beginne highe schoole life withe a bang! At oure firste classe meeting we did elect the following officers: Warren Austin, president; Avis Marvin, vice-president; Georgia Roberts, secretarie; Merle Atkinson, treasurere and Robert Irish, board of control. The Sophomore Hoppe and the Sophomore Dramatic club were oure onlve accomplishments thatte yeare due to the closyng of schoole as a precautionary measure against the spreade of spinal meningitis. 1927—! Ah, that yeare we were but Juniors. For the goode of the classe we did elect for oure president, Aino Laukkanen; vice-president, Karl Karshner; secretarie, Ethel Sargent; treasurere, Archie Murray, and board of control, Ed Hawkins. Oure firste social efforte of the yeare was the barn dance helde in the George B. Miller gym. If you do doubte its success you needs but aske anyone who was but there. Then we did edit the Junior edition of “The Ocean Breeze.” Quite a “worldye affaire.” Historically speaking, oure Junior assemblye was a riot—and long wrill we remember the “Highe-lights of Modern Historie.” But of course oure biggeste hitte of the season was oure Junior Promme helde in the Elks’ Temple upon May 6. This event did eclipse alle previous prommes bothe as to the decorations and to attendance. Drop anchore! The officers we did elect were president, Neil Cams; secretarie; Dorothy Noll; treasurer, Wayne Johnson; board of control, Merle Atkinson. Again we did plann anothere Junior-Senior barn dance even hickier than the laste one. Then we did manage a reallie entertain-

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8 QUINAULT Ye Faculty R. R. Balkema, Charles Baker, Lydian Bush, Clare Blake, Ruth Easum Dagrun Eckrem, Madge Fin’.ey, Vernie Foley, G. M. Hall, B. F. Hovies George Huntley, Carl Johnson, Irene Johnston, John Mashin, M. M. McDowell Geonge B. Miller, Rhea Pickney, Vera Phelps, C. J. Powell, Charles Rayl Marie Peterson, Esther Jane Rohrer, Grace Sharp, Gladys Shindler, Dorothy Slater Homer C. Taylor, Marjorie Watt, Ina-Ree Watkins, Louis G. Wersen, Mildred K. West

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10 QUIN AULT ing Senior Classe night at the D R Theatre which was appreciated nott onlye bye the students of the schoole but bye all who were fortunate enough to attende. We did forget the bleakness of the monthe of Marche by participating in ye entieinge, enchantinge Senior Balle helde in the Elks’ Temple. Very gay were the senoritas and dashing dons who attended. Happie and snappie were we on ye Senior Sneak day. Our individuality and originalitie were displayed on Dress-up daye and oure mental-itie shone forth at the assemblie given on that memorable daye. “White Collars,” oure Senior playe given April 5, was but another convincing proofe of oure class ability. To the literary, dramatic and athletic fields we did contribute many. We, ye crewe of 1928, deeply regrette leaving Weatherwax high, but thatte regrette is overshadowed by the joy in knowing that we have done all in oure powere to uphold and maintaine the high standards of oure schoole. Prophecy of Ye Class of 1928 By cALar aret Levi It was a stormy day in January of the year 2023. Ominous dark clouds covered the sky and howling winds tossed the heaving waters of the Pacific to and fro in a most threatening fashion. Few boats sailed o’er the main; the most impressive vessel on the high seas was a large and sturdy craft bearing the bold emblem of a pirate ship. Aboard this massive skiff was a pitiful aspect of woe; the noble captain was seasick! Agonized groans of pain came out of his cabin; worried flunkies hurried to and fro on various errands of mercy; several vicious looking pirates were sprawled on the deck weeping bitterly and wiping their tears upon their blood-stained garments. Suddenly the moans of the sick captain ceased and a deadly quiet broken only by the fiercely beating waves seemed to fill the atmosphere. The group of pirates stiffled their sobs and gulps, and tip-toed to the entrance of the captain’s cabin. There a swarthy iooking man with a deep rich voice was reading from a scroll. He paused and said in an explanatory tone to the gathered group, “I just found this here scroll an’ the master is so pleased with it that he went and forgot he ever wuz seasick! It’s an old record left by the master’s great-grandpa, Cap’n Neil Ulysses Cams I, the feller who started this pirate ship way back in 1935. You know, I’ve heerd lotsa stories about that chap; they say he wuz the jolliest old feller-” But this reminiscence was interrupted by the feeble and impatient voice of Captain Neil Ulysses Cams III, who commanded, “Read me that document and read it quick, before 1 brain yuh, worm.” And so the fellow read in the following manner from the scroll: “February 29, 1940. — Up betimes, and dydde have a verrie enormous day, as dydde attack and plunder an rival ship run by Skipper Oliver Kelly, an former classmate of myne in ye institution of learning. I dydde consent to spare the life of this man when he dydde offer to tell me what has happened to all ye other classmates who completed theyre education in ye yeer 1928. Kelly dydde inform me that Bob Weatherwax was head cook aboard nis vessel, and so I immediately sent word to have Bob’s life spared as well.