Wilbur High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Wilbur, WA)

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After arriving in Seattle, l was conducted into the office of the superintendent of the great Central High School. l was astonished to recognize in the person of this dignitary another member of the l9l3 class, Ethel Brown. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness, and offered to conduct me thru her institution. I may say that it came nearer being ideal than any other visited on my journey. I inspected several other schools in and about Seattle, and then left for Portland, Oregon. While in the latter city, I heard of an enormous dam which was being constructed on the upper Columbia---the greatest engineering feat since the construction of the l anama Canal. l resolved to see the project. But what was my surprise, upon arriving, to find the works at a sudden standstill! ln attempting to close the final gap, the plans of the engineer were found to be defective. Meanwhile, a specialist had been summoned to examine the situation. Upon inquiry, l found him to be none other than Alvin Lyse of the class of I9 l 3. Some weeks later l learned of the successful completion of the massive dam. A little later, while travelling thru the mountains to the east, our areodrome was suddenly wrecked in a terrific wind storm. .I arose from the debris unhurt. After recovering from the shock, a number of us started out for the nearest station. While upon ou'way thru the wlde ness, we suddenly came upon an odd stone house surrounded by park-like groves of trees and shrubs. As we approached, a woman met us. lt was Nona Taylor of the class of l9l 3. She had come to this secluded spot to forget some great oisappointment. While here, she had become a scientific student of nature. l later had the privilege of reading one of her masterpieces in the World's Work. After inspecting the schools of the United States and Canada, l passed thru Cen- tral and South America. While stopping in Beunos Ayres, l heard of a wonderful Llama ranch at the foot of the Andes. I was determined to visit the same, especially since l heard that it was owned and conducted by a North American. The treat- ment accorded me upon my arrival was most hospitable. As l had by this time become accustomed to tne un isual, l was more pleased than surprised to find this remarkable Yankee to be none other than Raymond Scheibner of the class of I9 l 3. Mr. Scneibner had already made his fortune---he was a millionaire. After completing my tour of South America, l left for Europe. While in the Netherlands, l decided to visit the World Court at the Hague, which was in ses- sion tnen. One of the most noted jurists here was a woman---an American---one of whom l had heard a great deal. As she rose to speak, l seemed to know her. 'lio my great delight she proved to be none other than Odessa Tusler of the class of l9l 3. Her appeal was so convincing that the case was speedily settled. l left thoroly persuaded that war was a thing of the past. ln due time l passed thru Asia and Africa, and finally returned to Chicago, fully equipped to write my book. . RAYMOND SCHEIBNER-'l3.

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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.

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l l Qnuinw 191 OFFICERS President - - Vice President - - Secretary and Treasurer - - CLASS ROLL Clara Birehill ' Carrie Hansen Gertrude Bott Selma Lyse Helene Bump Eugenia Reeves Mabel Canfield Genevieve Godfrey Myrtle Robertson Anna Scheibner Roscoe Parrish Genevieve Godfrey Carrie Hansen Cora Scheibner Ella Wilken james McKay Roscoe Parrish Harry Spining YELL One, two, three, four, Who are you going to yell for? juniors! Motto: Never drifting, but always rowing. Colorsg Violet and Lavender. Flower : Violet. sr awe G are