Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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OCTOBER

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(Q ti i n a tt 1 t Temple Turk Johnson Malysz dramatic organization. From this multitude of three hundred and fifty grinning, green sophomores we produced a goodly number of honor students. Our class of ’31 fairly radiated with the brilliance of its members. Our last and most important obligation, (and the ship in which we were to sail out from public life) was the sophomore assembly. Grim determination to make good held every member of our class in its grip— no one was spared. From our ranks we gleaned the best talent to be had. making a varied and interesting program. It consisted of a chorus girls dancing act, a clever double skit entitled Contrast. written especially for us by Miss Beatrice M. Rolfe of the Junior high school, also several snappy curtain acts and the starring performance of Charles 1 locker assisted by (irace Davidson at the piano. This proved to be our greatest triumph. Success crowned our efforts so we leave our sophomore year happy in the knowledge of a duty well performed. £Ucn $S 0 “ And departing leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time. Yea! A muddled mess of footprints we have left during the past nine months of torture, trying to escape the abuse of hard-hearted juniors and the scorn of the superior and condescending seniors. On a day in September we came, hopeful and gay, to add our number to the more brilliant and advanced students of the eatherwax high school. But what a reception! Ridicule, abuse, torment, were heaped upon us by those whose years filled their souls with egoism. Given the worst place to be had for assemblies, packed away like sheep in the left hand corner of the auditorium, we were subjected to their never-ending taunts and jeers. Nothing but staunch and strong resolves could have weathered the torrent of their ceaseless squawking. Justice? Why. Justice hid her face behind the door. Nay. not a glance of her did we see. Unmindful of all this, we forged ahead, strong in the belief of our own powers, to a shining goal ahead. Ah !—if we were good, if we worked hard, if we struggled ever on.—some day in the far, distant future, we too, would become mighty Juniors. We have arrived! What a feeling of pride fills our souls. No longer do we have to cringe and crawl—or jump to the beck and call of a taunting mob. We are Juniors! Next year there will be more Sophomores, and then—And then ? Well, that’s another story ! [ Fourteen ]

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