Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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★ ■¥ J'tfmvtfitL It was inevitable that in choosing a theme for this, our 1942-43 Quinault, the patriotic motif should be considered the most appropriate and in tune with the times. Vocational training classes . . . another year of mathematics . . . bond drives . . . boys leaving for the armed forces . . . every day at Weatherwax finds new events which constantly serve to remind us of the intensely serious attitude taken by the students of our school during this emergency. As you turn these pages, we hope that in seeing the events of the year 1943 recorded before you—you may pause, and linger awhile upon some familiar faces, treasured events, and beloved scenes—which may hold for you some particularly cherished memory of your days at Weatherwax. We hope you will go outside, turn and take one last look at this, our school, which has been both home and haven to us during the foregoing years. Remember how the soft grass feels beneath your feet; recall the familiar smoothness of the bronze handle on the door of the main entrance. Breathe once more the friendly, scholarly atmosphere of the classroom. These are the memories which will seem so precious to us in years to come. In these pages are pictured the classmates and friends in whose cultivating we have secured forever the remembrances of our high school days.

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... the whirling tool slowly descends, and is followed in its progress by keen, serious eyes ... it sinks into the unresisting metal and, guided by a firm hand, drills a hole with such precision as to belie the speed of its accomplishment. This is the new American youth—the product of a materialistic age. This is the soldier in embryo. During the past year we have seen many of our classmates—friends we have known for years—lay aside their textbooks and become acquainted with the strange, sinister feel of the rifle. We have seen others concentrating their efforts into long hours in the shop, foregoing zoot-suits for a pair of greasy overalls, as they intensively prepare themselves so that when answering their country's call in this hour of dire need, they might be better qualified for the responsibility. It is to these that we take far-reaching pride in dedicating this, our 1942-43 Quinault. EDICATION