Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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

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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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WAGONS AND STARS My lIle should be unIque It should be an alms a battle, a conquest, a medIcIne Such was the declaratIon of Emerson In hIs memorable essay Sell l2elIance l-le gIves us thIs Idea not as a star to whIch we can tIe our wagons, but as the wagon Itself whlch although It may hlt ruts and puddles, wlll talce us a long way toward our goal Il we drIve properly Our lIves should be an alms, a QIVIUS, not of maternal thIngs, Food, clothes shelter, but of the Intanglble thlngs whIch really malce llle worth lIvIng Our grouchlness, surllness, and the blues we should lceep hldden, but our Ioy, happlness and generoslty we should share wIth others LIle should be a battle, a war between good and evIl OF course we cant expect It to be an easy conquest to conquer ourselves, we must cultlvate and develop our FInest thoughts and Ideals They are our strength Most ol all l thlnlc, our llves should be a medIcIne a medIcIne For others as to hlgher thrngs IS a good way to express thus subjectrve Idea Our former thoughts and deeds loollsh though they may be teach us to do better next tIme It IS a wIse man who f26llZ2Sl'1lS past mIstalces and takes them to heart We can also act as a medIcIne to others What a Ioy It would be to feel we were as good as a tonrc to all our frlends If we can heal theIr mental Ills or banlsh theIr melancholy we have accompllshed much worth whlle Never be too busy to glve help to others and llsten to theIr troubles An alms, a battle, a conquest, a medlcmel When our lIves attaln these ends we shall be happy There wIIl be love for manlcmd ID our hearts and true peace In our souls Dorothy DIll Tl-lE GRAY GCDOSE Loolc the gray goose FlIes on the l'lIQl'1WIl'lCl l'lonlcIng hIs joy to the wlnd and the slcles l-le needs no compass, no lIghts, no roads l'le honlcs, and he Flles In the early morn, The gray slcy above wIth a strong breeze blowIng, The brown l:Ields below wIth the low log rIsIng John Kovtynovlch Page Twe ty th ee Y H . . . i 1 ' I ' I I s . . . . I . t I i . I . . . . I . . well as For ourselves. A famous quotation, Our dead selves are stepping stones I I I I , . . . ' . . I I . . . I i rl ' f