Yakima High School - Wigwam Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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Ah, here is another turn of the road: Another league is gone, Take a strong new grip and grasp of your load, And then-Go 011! G0 011! For we follow a voice down the long, long road. That travels hither and you, And the voice is the voice of the hastening years, ttGo 011! G0 011! Go 0111,, And the voice is here at the turn of the road Of the highway 0f the years; And therds nothing of fear in the tone of the voice. Though it speaks from the midst of fears. There are blasted cliffs and chasms of dread I11 the mummy we have gone ; There are stony hills 011 the road ahead: But the voice says, HO11! G0 011! There are gardens of 11100111 011 the way we have come And fountains and arbors of shade; T here are bleak, dark pines, in the cold snows, dumb, And the thunder smitten glade; There are orchards of 13100111 and firs of gloom 011 the journey we have gone; There are 13100111 and gloom 011 the way ahead; But the voice says, ttOh! Go 011! We are glad for the voice at the turn of the road, yTis tuned to the heart of 1112111; It has cheered his way and lightened his load From the day when the world began. t For the heart of man said, ttYea. t0 the voice In all the years that are gone; And its words are a music that thrill in his blood,e ttGo on! G0 011! G0 011V No longer as the Class of Sixteen and One Half but as a band of stout- I1earted pilgrims with 0111' olive branches as staffs, we climb 011 up the 11101111- tai11 of life, knowing full well that so111ewhere above the windings and turn- ings Of our pathway, we shall find the mountain top and the goal of our ambitions. And thus after we have left 0111' Class of Sixteen and One Half, we shall keep ever before us our motto, ttClimb though the rocks be rugged? -and may God Speed 119 011 our way. lwenly- three

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Walehictury By HELEN SCIIWARTZJC Parents, Teachers. Friends and Classmates: Today was our dayhtonight is our night, the next to the last of our exist- ence as the Class of Nineteen Sixteen and One Half of the North Yakima High School. It is our night, ours to do with as we choose, and we swell with pride as we realize that we possess this one evening and that ours is the power to give to the minutes and hours their fullest and mightiest meaning rather than their most trivial. For four years this has been the goal of our endeavors and at last, weak- ened in numbers, and in strength, but not in spirit. we have come toetell you all,-llFarewell !U Tonight will be a night which we shall long remember with its pleasant associations and memories, and not the least of our pleasure will arise from the fact that you, our Parents, Teachers and Friends, were present with us on this night on which we speak our public farewell as the Class of Sixteen and One Half. Now that we are on the verge of parting from you, who are all, our friends, and from each of our classmates, we have a mingled feeling of sor- row and of joy. Our sorrow is the sorrow of parting from those friends al- ieady won on our journey up the winding path of life, which we have but begun. Our joy is for the new life we are about to enter beyond the turn in the path, and which we know is full of both sunshine and shadow, for thus Nature in her loving way has provided for the needs of man and of all grow- ing creatures and creeping plants. But as the seasons of the year move on, one going that another may come, our life moves on. This high school life ends the Spring of our exist- ence. We approach the Summer and it is with exultant hearts, though sad, that we come to the crossroads. Before us lie all the Opportunities with wide open arms outstretched to greet us. Before us he the pathways of life out- spread in a. myriad of different directions, and we stand at the cross-roads where lleach must take his path alone and on his own journey till death sooner or later overtakes each traveler, And yet while each may have a different avocation, all are linked together in the one great vocation which is life. It is thus with mingled sensations of joy and sorrow that we enter the real life for which thus far our school life has been but the preparation, and as we stand together at the turn of the road we say with Foss: twenty-two

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4121355 Qtalenhar BY FLORICN e1: WILLiA M 8. Sept. 5. Where have they all gone? Only I5 Senior A's and I7 vacant seats! Sept. 6. Miss Tenneson read us a letter direct from the war zone. Paul Benoit is a real soldier boy, even if he has1ft had a chance to shoot yet. Sept. 7. This school is so dead we can't even get up a funeral. Harold Mor- gan made a perfectly good coffin and Bone dug a legitimately deep grave, but Mr. Khse said ttNix when it came to bury athleticseeven if they are dead. Sept. 8. Hurrah for the International Brotherhoml of Seniors! All those willing to strike for shorter hours and less work sign on the front hoard! XVe all signed. even XYhitnevl - Sept. l i. The women me running the world, and Hen XVehster wants to SCPIUL get off. First class W1 w meeting this year. The The women are Suffmgettes won! running the. 3 Sept. 12. 0111' four boys World ' suggest safety pins for our class pin. Miss Tennesou thinks its a Tirst Cilass ncemg' little bit too individuaL Suffragetts istic, however. Wm. Sept. I3, Helen R. and XVhitney had a HStill sits the school house by the road,, tableau after school. She cried and he regretted that he had considered women too undiguified for the presidency. Sept. 15. Our little retL headed boy is back on duty. Lila looks happy. Sept. 15. Had to come at 8:00 this morning, and N dithft get anything to eat until I :00. Sept. 25. First assembly. we were asked to notice the students who have returned since athletics came to life again. Oh, Dorothy Hilley! XVe have your number. now. twonty-fuul'