Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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 Q u i n a u I t opfjomore $tstorp By Alice Scott W'lievv! It had to he done! With hearts a-flutter and breath coming-in short painful gasps, we buckled on our armor of courage and started. Three hundred and fifty grinning sophs, trying to look wise and acting likewise, literally “piled” into the grist, the wonderful, the long hoped for structure of Weatherwax high school. Mere we were: a ship without a rudder, a group without a leader. Some among us over-powered their self-conscious consternation and aroused us to the realization, that first and foremost, if we were to become a part of this splendid educational institution, we must hold a mass meeting and by hook or crook acquire a pilot. From the available material at hand, we cajoled Vincent Mill to steer our course through a stormy sophomore year. As we look back now on this stern, capable helmsman, a feeling of genuine sympathy and gratitude rises in our hearts. The second important step in our advancement was to have class officers. These we acquired by popular vote at our first class meeting. The doomed were as follows: Carl Temple, chief magistrate: Steve 'l urk, deputy magistrate; Edgar Johnson, recorder; Karl Malysz. treasurer. John (iauntlett represented us ioo per cent in the council. [ Twelve ]

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 Q u i n a u I t Junior 2Dap In tlie Junior Assembly on Junior Day Were plays, memorable, bright, and gay. The first, The Cleft Heart” was a pretty skit With a merry shopkeeper of sprightly wit. And a winsome lass in quest of a heart Whether mended, or broken, or severed apart. The last was the Clock Shop full of chimes. And small clocks, large clocks from all different climes. I Jut the two very nicest were the little Dutch clocks, Whose hearts beat as one, with sweet tick-tocks; And then, in a steeple, to church clocks they grew In spite of what cuckoo clock threatened to do. Then soon the curtain was drawn so slow As the tones of the church clocks rang out sweet and low. t Eleven ]

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© u i ii a ii I t By way of self-preservation and creating a self-confidence, we worked up a peppy yell, that stood us in good stead many times during the year when junior and senior yells filled the auditorium with lusty screeching. The vibrant war cry of the sophs was: VIM! VIGOR! PEP! FUN! i - 9 - 3 - 1 YEA ! SOPHOMORES! To uphold traditions and bring honor to our school we found ourselves confronted by the responsibility of putting over the annual Sophomore I lop. Like poor sailors on a storm-tossed sea, we flew to the arms of our staunch advisor. Acting on his suggestion we put the hop over big via a colorful cabaret dance. George Scott acted as Master of Ceremonies supported by a host of pretty waitresses and a cigarette girl, and backed by resourceful committees. e thus inaugurated into the Weatherwax High a stunt entirely different from that of previous years. Feeling our way cautiously, (oh! we did not want to intrude on the haughty juniors or mighty seniors) we began to branch out. to join clubs already in action or organize new ones to fit the occasion. Twenty-two of our talented many, were selected to make up the Sophomore Playmakers, a [ Thirteen ]