Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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ONCE UPON A TIME Which of us has not read, at some time un our llves, a fairy tale that delightful mlxture of fact and fancy? And probably each of us has experienced the feelmg that such tales end too smugly too perfectly There IS never any varlatron the prince marrles the princess, and they llve happily ever after So, to be different, l shall wrlte a fairy tale In an entirely new way Once there was a princess who was neither beautiful nor ugly At her christ emng twelve falrles had bestowed on her all the good gifts ID their power, but for some reason none of these happy qualities stuclc And so thus princess lived a perfectly normal lufe unbotherecl by princes because she wasn t beautiful, and she was perfectly content to keep on llvlng In the same way But one day along came a prince the most handsome In the land who fell In love with the princess because her nose turned up nn the cutest way and she drd havmg had no s hoolung So one day the handsome prlnce asked the plaln princess to marry hum l'le was terribly surprised when she answered No but even more surprised when she told hum why she had answered No lm In love wlth the gardener s son, sand she, blushing sweetly, and well be marrled just as soon as the people overthrow my father, the long, and establish a republic So the prince, brolcen hearted, had to return home, where he married his gardener s daughter, just for spite, and llved very unhapplly ever after l have re read thus Inverted falry tale several times, and the more l read, the less It appeals to me Perhaps the fault lles ln my techmque, but l belleve the subject matter IS even more to blame ACCOfdIDSlY, hereafter l shall wrlte such tales no more, for l have learned that old ways are the best after all Nancy l'lolmes Page Twenty one . I . I . lool: rather sweet when aslcing Why? or l'low?', CWhich she did quite often, ' c '

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ON POETRY What right have mortals couched in deepest sin With base intent this sacred realm to haunt? And they of selfish aim who throng herein And with discordant voices madly vaunt Their servitude to Fame-how came they here? What leave to moclc at Beauty so, have they? What right to desecrate this hallowed sphere? These, O divinest Musel bid haste away To regions lar remote, whence they in glee Most frenzied may adore their vandal queen, But all who sing a noble lay and free Do thou bid welcome to thy fair desmesnel Veal l.et all heaven through this holy throng Forever echo with immortal songl -Muriel lngham. IN DEFENSE Because l am not wont to spealc on things So deeply rooted in my soul's darlc lalce, Pray do not think that from that depth there springs No warmth-no life-your glance, your smiles all A vivid stroke upon the waters there, And at each word a tiny Flower-unlcnown- Vet Far too frail to suiler this harsh air- Unfolds 'midst other clusters now Full-blown. l dare not trust these to the glaring light Of day. l did so once-to watch them die. Crushed by the hand of lust their petals white l.ay bruised and deliled-ah, that is why l clasp my tunic close to hide my prize And stand belore you with unlmowing eyes. -Muriel lngham. mal4e Page Twenty

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DO YOU KNCDW ME? l am a popular female named Elizabeth, Betty, Lizzy, or what have you. l am very popular with college and high-school boys. l am not such a hot-looker, but many a better dressed, prettier individual of my type envies me. To give you a description of myself, so that you will unmistakably recognize me, l shall say that my features are some blunt, some sharp. Very seldom am l seen painted. l wear patched .clothing and glass-less spectacles, but the boys think l'm hot. You should see the stuff they slip me to drink. Nevertheless, l am healthy. They pour coal-oil, benzene, liquid cleaner, shoe polish, hot water, olive oil, and dish- water down my greedy throat. Yet, l am unsatisfied. Sometimes l fear l make a nuisance of myself, and hope the dear boys will forgive me. Many a time have my ears been scolded by the blast of contemptuous expressions which flows so fre- quently from their mouths. At times they have kicked me. Once they ran me through a wringer, and as a result my beautiful body is bescarred. The boys seemed very sorry and went to Mr. Woolworth's for some paint to cover up my ugly marks. Who is there that does not admire me, respect me, love me, desire me,-all for my unassuming beauty and gait? Who does not recognize me by this accurate description of myself? l defy you to excel itl Still, you confess you don't know me? l low absurdl l have been unjustly termed 'iBrazenl', but l'm notl l'm only Tin, and l-lenry is my daddy. -Violet Sykes. 0 LEAVES AND SMOKE When still, brown waters sleep beneath an amber sun, And leaves like glowing coals spin down and then are lost, When night's first, twinkling stars appear just one by one, And vagrant smoky breezes hold a hint of frost, Upon the hills l see the lndian watchfires glow, The tepees huddled 'neath the sky's blue velvet cloak. l know they're not there now, all this was long ago, lt's just a dream that's woven of the leaves and smoke. -Virginia Ellenburg. Page Twenty-two