Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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September 5’ 1944 (b cUr (Diahi : As I sit in this cold, hard desk on this rainy morning, Fm telling you, diary, 1 can think of many places Id rather be than in school. I had such a good time lad summer. But mom got me up from my nice warm bed, in spite of my dire protes!. A couple of the fellows came by for me; and we darted out in the cold gray hours of dawn. I dill think classes before noon should be done away with. Well after gripingy feel better. 1 won ) ted you about the teachers jud now; but they're just about the same as lad year. You know what I mean. Say, diary; I jud saw something which prompts me to take a little walk down the had. 1 think she's going in to the art room. Now, I always knew I had a talent for drawing. Maybe I can get in her classes. Hmm! Not bad. Here am, after being so pleasantly interrupted, back at my desk. They're giving us schedules to fd! out. Til ted you more about it tomorrow.

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Qojdwaiwfv Jo fin, 9d aL May the future fludents of Weatberwax lire in a world of peace and contentment, knowing the shocking conditions of war only through reading biflory hooks. May they never see the khaki and blue replace brother's dirty cords, or dad's old blue serge. May companions of high school never he abruptly parted, a phase of their young lives gone which can never be quite replaced. May rationing, furlough, priority, casualty list, and foxholes be words which have remote association in their minds, words which they may have been told were prominent in the latf war, yes, the laff war. To these future fludents living in a world returned to normalcy, we, the members of the Quinault flaff of 1945, dedicate our annual.

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