Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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IN DEFENSE CDF YOUTH The time is the sixth period. The place is the senior table in the library. The room is still, charged with the Force oF many personalities. Faces are expression- less, only the eyes are living. The eyes are burning, alive. They mirror each individual. The pretty auburn- haired girl is wondering how sure she can be oF the boy at Oregon State. The darle boy, out too late the night beFore, is contemplating his Fraternity chances. The small girl with the big glasses, working For a scholarship, is solving For the third time a stubborn problem oF Math. 8. The letter-man is vainly trying to memorize the steps toward disarmament. These are the coming Americans. At First you despair For them. They are so blase. At eighteen, with a cigarette in one hand and a diploma in the other, they greet the world, saying, with a smile, I am here , but, unlilce their elders, who also said, l am here, they do not expect the world to welcome them with open arms. They realize that it is unnecessary to camouFlage their determina- tion in a screen oF sophistication. ln this present gallery there is a niche For each one oF them and each intends to Find it. They are here For a purpose. The red-haired girl may become only a clerl4 in a commercial house, still, that will be her worlc. The boy with shadowed .eyes may become a surgeon, he may leave behind him notes that may eventually lead to a cure For cancer. The studious girl may one day sway the thought oF millions with the magic oF written words. The letterman may win an All-American place, then Fade into pitiful oblivion, not heroic oblivion, just incidental. Each has a place. Those who do not Find theirs are the unclassiFied victims oF the great crime oF the world. It is nearing two o'clocl4. The library is restless. The First bell rings in a moment. The library, which may one day tell the story oF some Few oF these students in big books, now sees them rush out, eager For this thing called liFe. -lvleldon l-ligginbotham. ROYAL PURPLE Does the color purple mean anything to you? l thought not. Nor probably does it mean much to anyone outside l-larlem. Yet two thousand years ago it had certain relations to contemporary conditions. It was rare, it was valuable, it had deFinite connections with royalty. Kings treasured it, laws bound it, men sought it For their monarchs. It came From the mussels Found in the Bay oF Biscay. Their liFe blood was the sign oF royalty, purple. Modern dyes have made the slaughter oF these creatures useless. Modern politics have caused lcings to become quite as unnecessary. Brother, buy yourselF a purple tie. Be a lcing. -Jim Whipp Page Twenty-Five

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FRAMED While attending a class in room Q09 of Lincoln l'ligh School, l happened to notice a very pretty picture of gay colored Flowers on the wall. The background of this picture was in shades of grey and blue, but the frame was a very brilliant gold. Something about this oil painting was very unrestful, and l sat for a time trying to decide what was the disturbing element. At last l realized that it was the brilliance of the gold frame, which was much brighter than any color in the picture. It a grey driftwood frame were exchanged for the gold one, the picture itself would attract the eye. As it is, the frame far excels the picture in the interest it attracts. If this frame were changed, people would give more attention to the beauty of the picture. Many people are similar to the painting and its frame. For example, an ordinary girl who has a very sweet personality is dressed very gaudily. The average observer will notice her appearance, but not spend any time in learning what a charming girl she really is. l'ler frame is so brilliant that the beautiful picture within is not noticed. lf she were more simple in her appearance, we would not be frightened away, before her real worth was learned. The manners of speakers are often like this frame. A speaker who talks in a loud, gruff voice, gets carried away by his own speech, and waves his arms frantically about him, is not given the attention that is given to one who states his speech in a moderate voice, putting emphasis on the important points. l-lis audience is watching his actions and not listening to the value of his ideas. Frames may be applied to many things in life. Every individual should be careful to select his surroundings, clothes, and actions carefully. They should set off, not offset, his character, his true self. ln other words, select a plain frame so as not to have one which will be brighter than the picture. -Jean Belding. MY LITTLE STACK OF PRIMERS My heart leaps up when l behold a little stack of books lying contentedly in one corner of my library. These little books are primers, the first l used when l started school. These little books, which l have saved throughout the years, taught me the first steps in reaching up and grasping mentally. They were used in building the corner stone of my house. As the years slowly go by, my house increases in size, until now it is almost complete except for the roof and the finishing touches. l will be looking toward the time when my house will be completely finished, even an aerial set up. But during the grinding process, l will always look back caressingly to those little primers, which laid my corner stone and set me in this journey seeking for knowledge. -David Saltman. Page Twenty-four

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TO ROSE Weary, I opened the door And entered my narrow room, l came to pause, as I saw i A pale, pale rose in the gloom,- A rose that shone lilce a ghost, Even white as cleath. Then for a moment l shranlc in fear ' And held my breath. Startled, l gazed and gazed As the wonder and fragrance grew, For there in the darlc of my narrow room, l saw not the rose, but You. ' -June Platz. y My Dooia l wish my door would speal4, For it could tell So many a courtly tale Oi beau and belle. l'low gayly laughing couples l lave passed through Escaping to the garden Two by twol l'lave come returning Gayer than before And paused to steal a l4iss Outside my door. lthinlc it could tell Tales so glowingly, lts polished lmocker Winlcs so lcnowinglyl -Lillian Berg. Page Twenty-s