Wilbur High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Wilbur, WA)

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'E E5 l l giieniur Qblusaas Work for the night is coming Oration: The Rise of Woman s r ALVIN LYSE ' Pete Shallow brooks murmur most 5 cleep brooks silent glide Oration: Our lnclustrial Crisis Life is real, life is eamestn Oration: The School in Transition E 92 MYRTLE BOTI' 'Taffy' ETHEL BROWN Biddy

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36 5' gcninr Qiluw ODESSA TUSLER - Shovels Du bist wie eine Blume Oration: A World Court RAYMOND SCHEIBNER - Beam The noled gymnast, who doesn't let studies infringe uprn social activities Oration: The Coming Farmer There is nothing half so sweet as love's young dream Oration: The Modem Press NONA TAYLOR - - Si

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Early in September. I909, our class, twenty-seven in number, tramped up the stairway of the Wilbur High School to begin its new career. We were promptly enrolled as Freshmen! Our vast numbers were a source of constant envy of the higher classmen, since we were by far the largest class. We began work with an earnest desire for knowledge. Latin and Algebra we found hard, but such trifles did not daunt us. From the first we were strongly in favor of athletics. Our boys soon acquired marked ability along that line. Before the year was over several of our number dropped out, but we were not discouraged. After leaving the land of extreme ignorance, we entered the realm of the Sopho- mores. We were not always studious, and yet our cards showed as high grades as those in the upper classes. At this time we secured our class pennant. This was the Hrst instance of a class in the Wilbur High School possessing such a luxury. How proud we were of it! The Junior year proved to be still more successful. Although our numbers had decreased to about one-third of the original, we resumed all our duties with the same undaunted courage. Our boys were still prominent in athletic work. They won several honors in the county track meet. Later, we staged a play which won for us much admiration and praise. Toward the end of the year a reception was given for the Seniors. It was one of the most enjoyable affairs occurring during the season. The next September, on entering school, our highest hopes were realized---to be Seniors! We resolved to make the most of our time. Our ranks had dwindled down until we now numbered only fiveg but, later, one more joined us. And now, all have decided that quality rather than quantity counts. As Seniors, we have held our own in the many school activities of the year. Among these were many enjoyable cl iss afxirs, which reached their climax at the junior reception given in honor of the Seniors---an event toward which even Seniors looked forward to with pleasure. SENIOR PROPHECY In the year I930, while I was Professor of Educational Science at the Uni- versity of Chicago, the opportunity came for me to write my longed-for book on Modem High Schools and Their Needs. The University offered to send me on a tour of inspection, since a careful study of school systems all over the world was essential to my purpose. This, of course, necessitated considerable travel. I left Chicago on the evening of May I5 fexactly seventeen years after severing my connections, as principal, with the Wilbur High School, for Seattle, where I was to begin my research work. As I stepped into the saloon of the mammoth areodrome, I was surprised to see one of my former Wilbur High School pupils, Myrtle Bott of the class of I9 I 3. After the usual greetings, she informed me of her success in life. Yes, she was married, and living near Great Falls, Montana. Her husband was a farmer---the richest in the West.