Yakima High School - Wigwam Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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And we have conquered many deadly foes, Our German, Latin, all behind us lie. And even history, and algebra, We've mastered, though they often made us sigh, Our class had equal rights. XVe chose a girl For Senior president, and she proved true. lVe wrote part of our Junior play ourselves. And our own roll room teacher coached us, too. One of our number left 115 near the end. He seems one of us yet, though out of sight. And XVhitney Coffin always will seem thus, Though he can't graduate with us tonight. Our bonds of friendship have been very strong, Our roll room as a home through all the past. And our own teacher, dear Miss 'llenneson, She eased our every trouble to the last. There are so many other little things. l need not tell them all, for only we Can ever feel and understand it all. The most important only you can see. But in our history which we have made, There is so much of joy; clear friends, forget All but this happiness. which ix our past, And in our hearts and faces lingers yet. XVe sought, and striving has not proved in vain. The history of thiseour Classeis through. But in our future. just as in our past To this old High School well he ever true. sixl twn

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611215155 1903mm BY FLOREN CE WILLIAMS. Friends, hear our history. It is not long, But it is real, and it is 0! so true. Our present you can see. but not our past; So we can only tell that part to you. Our history has had its victories, Its battles, treaties with 0111' teachers nude; The past is gone, but all its happy joy W ith all its memories, can never fade. We all have grown a lotemore than we think. We started out as timid Freshies small. Each year has given 113 21 little more. Till now we Stand before you Seniors tall. Our class was large when first we entered here, Y eseit was large, though we were very small, But it has dwindled through the four long years. Till now therels scarcely any left at all. We always seemed to differ from the rest. Our class in everything has been unique. lVe did not tread the common, beaten path, Originality we always seek. 0111' hikes! How many jolly hikes we've hzull TO 01d Mt. Clemans with her grass and snow: T0 Selah. and t0 Nelsonls Bridge we've been: A11 Yakima 0111' class has learned to know. XVelve climbed up over all her dear old hills, Ahtanum springs have often quenched 01111 thirst. Welve hiked by night and in the sunls first 1215'. In weather line, and weather at its worst. Our parties. too! Such ice cream as we had! Excitement, funeoh how we liked to stay! The hostess always had to drive 115 home, Miss Tenneson and all, from Paul to Faye. fifteen

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$1355 Will HELEN DINGLE, HAROLD MORGAN. Know ye all men by these gifts, that we. the Senior class of the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and sixteen and one half, being of sound mind and disposing disposition, under no menace. mental strain, or compul- sion of any kind, do devise and bequeath, hestow upon and give unto, our former classmates, school-fellows and teachers, the following: Unto Harold Page, a highly esteemed under classinan, we do bequeath this little box of matches, hoping that, when he shall find himself surround- ed and encompassed by night tKnighU he may secure a light on the sub- ject, and thus keep Knight from obscuring with its darkness the aspect of the. Page. Our fellow students, teachers, and friends will doubtless remember that during the year 1915 various classes strove with unwonted zeal to perfect their records in attendance, punctuality and citizenship, to expand their muscles to the proper requisite for playing basketball, football, and tennis, to reduce their avoirclupois to that of the wiry athlete, that they might go on long pilgrimages 0r ilhikesf'l to the neighboring hamlets and suburbs, and to increase their head size immensely from knowledge stored therein, in order to convince their teachers that their marks ought to he trehlecl,-you will remember, too, the cause of all this rivalry. viz.: the illustrious Harsch Cup. And, unless we have failed in our mission, we have conveyed to you the knowledge that the Seniors won the honor of possessing the cup. Through the unfailing courage and tenacity Of our Class it has become ours. But now we are leaving behind us the school and all its activities. Neither can we carry the prize with us; so to the Senior 13 Class, who faithfully aided us in securing it, we bequeath with love and respect the Harsch Cup, hoping that they may as effectually lend their helpful assistance to- the Freshman Bis in winning another one like it. Some of our fellow-stndents have, during recent months tor yearsy ac quired uncontrollable desires for precious gems. Since we wish to assure ourselves of the eternal happiness of our loved friends before we leave them, we do bequeath this night unto XVilliam Lindsey this priceless Pearl. and unto Clifford Schott this sparkling Ruby, Unto Henry Webster we bequeath this silver pencilt the lead of which comes out when the screw is turned, thus requiring no sharpening, so that, should Henry ever desire to return to school and to visit his former classes and teachers, he may not annoy the latter with pencil shavings. Since on graduatinO', the members of our class must leave behind them their studies, and will probably neglect to look at their old books, to Clara Griggs we bequeath this pocket edition of XVehsterls Dictionary, hoping that, in carrying it with her always, she will derive as much pleasure from seventeen