Newberg High School - Chehalem Yearbook (Newberg, OR)

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An Appreciation 1 --e T ' ' S WE the Seniors come to the end of our so'ourn at N.H S. - f f I . ' . ' and make ready for the leave taking and onward yourney, igigi jm vii we look about us with awakened affection for those Pm- 'WH h' ' d 'h h A d ' ' ll lm-QQGEQQ Q4 t ings associate wit our stay ere. n it is we that our thoughts linger long around one who was here before us, who has been with us through all things, and who stays after us,+-I speak of Betsy the school piano. We met Betsy first at our own Freshman reception. Of course, we thought little then of her part in the musical numbers of the program. We were too much awed by the talent of our upper classmen. Even later when we became the hosts for other Freshmen receptions we accepted Betsy's invaluable aid asamatter of course. Then again there was the time when we as Sophomores were going to entertain the Seniors with a hike after school. A sudden rain storm embarrassed, but Betsy saved the day and our dignity. We carried her down stairs to the office and sang songs around the fire place. At all social functions she has served us without demure or recom- pense. Never has there been a party or reception without the music of Betsy, a faithful but unhonored performer. The Glee Club could not exist without Betsy. The Literary Societies of the past owe many of their successful programs to her assistance. More- over she has nobly assisted us in atheletics. Her Iazziest tunes have sounded and resounded through the assembly hall during song practice before our big games. She remained in her place through good old yells like Ricker-Racker-Fire Cracker, calmly approving as tho grand opera were being rendered. Some times when the school day was over and we could say, All is well, we would pause to let Betsy give forth our happiness in joyous notes or, if all had gone well we would would linger to express our meloncholy through Betsy's sympathetic keys. Always would we pass on cheered by her understanding. Not always have we accorded the piano the gentle treatment appro- priate to one of her artistic temperment. We have taken her from room to room, up stairs and down, where ever music was needed or desired, but whether for reception, Glee Club, Literary Society, yell practice or amuse- ment, Betsy has never failed to respond to the call and give us her best. To us she shall stand as a symbol of all that is dearest and longest remem- bered of our school life. And, on the evening of class day, our school day done, When we shall gather around Betsy for the last time, though our voices fail us in our farewell song, we know her steady tone will carry on unfalteringly as it has ever done, and her last notes shall inspire us as we take up the onward journey., E. C. '21 THYRTY-FOUR

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the girls of the school she had said, in a flattering tone of voice, she might do this club the honor of becoming one of it's honorary members. Dorothy however, had not made a favorable impression on the other girls. The Sassy Six had decided to take Dorothy on a hike and so she was greatly surprised to receive an invitation from the club. The older girls of the school had heard of the news, and stood around in groups, shaking their heads and pitying Dorothy, who, however, was blind to all these happenings. The next day dawned very bright and clear, Dorothy arose early, don- ned an immaculate dress of pink gingham, put on high heeled pumps and arrived at the designated corner to meet the other girls, at eight oclock sharp. The other girls, according to custom, had put on kaki hiking dresses, high topped boots, and sun hats. It can easily be imagined what the other girls thought when they saw Dorothy coming down the street in her attire. Older and more experienced students could have advised Dorothy, but they did not, and the question was, Why didn't they? Nevertheless, beforehand, Dorothy had determined that for better or worse she was going to be a sport. The girls started for Summersville, a small town about five miles from the school. The first three miles passed as if they were speeding away under the feet of the girls. There was a cool ocean breeze which refreshed the girls very much. All were in the high spirits which always help very much on a hike. However, this state of spirit was not to last long. All but Dorothy began to tire of the jokes, sights and other amusements. Many of them stopped to rest at different places along the way. At last they arrived in the village. After eating their lunch and resting they took in the sights of the town. About half past three they started home but all were so tired it seemed as if they never would reach the school again. All but Dorothy were grouchy, who was indeed the life of the party. Each and every girl wonder- ed as she trudged along, how Dorothy could keep in such high spirits, she, indeed, was a curious character. It was a tired group of girls that arrived at last on the school campus And if the girls could have seen Dorothy in the shelter of her room they would have changed their feelings toward her. Dorothy threw herself upon her bed and tried to keep back the tears, but it was impossible. Her feet had never been so sore and she had never been so tired. She would never boast of herself again. All too soon for Dorothy, the first dinner bell rang. She wondered how she ever could get to the dinner hall. Nevertheless, she would show them she was a sport. She changed her dress, combed her hair and tried to cover her tear stained face with powder. At dinner she appeared to be as happy and refreshed as if she had been in her room all day. Each and every girl stared in amazement at Dorothy. They all knew how tired she must be, yet how brave she wasl That night it was a somewhat humbled group of girls that assembled in Marjorie Iessup's room to add to their enrollment the name of Dorothy Danvers. M. A. '22 THI TY TH E

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The Recreated Ted Dale 'A' HE battle had raged for days and the soldiers were ac- customed to living in dugouts and trenches. Two ' 'A 3 -1 soldiers were waiting for the order to go over the top. 5,52 'TX Are you ready, Ted? said one. You bet I am, H' lf came the reply, I'm so excited I canit keep still, and I . Q know very well I'll start before the order comes. The other laughed heartily, but sobered in an instant and said in a low voice, It seems strange to think that maybe one of us will not come back alive. I can't realize that I may be carried in all shot to pieces. But anyway we'll stay together, won't we Ted? Indeed we will, said Ted, The whole army of the enemy couldn't keep me from you if you were in danger. So they clasped each other's hands to seal the compact and stood watch- ing the scene on the battlefield. There was a gray mist over all, so that the hurrying figures were half obscured from the boys' sight. Each one of those hurrying figures had an object in view. Each mind had the same thought. Orders had been received to go over the top. Ted's fresh, young face was glowing with enthusiasm and his eyes were shining for he was young, and to youth there is no sorrow in the future. He pictured himself dashing over the top and into the opposite trench. He saw the enemy falling by dozens before his bayonet, while his comrades followed behind inspired by his ex- ample. He saw his daring rescue of his chum, and then, finally, he saw them fasten a medal on his breast in the presence of his beloved regiment. The heavy roar of the enemy's approaching artillery mingled with the sol- diers' marching in front of him, brought him back to himself, and he realized that all that had passed in his mind was yet to be accomplished. Ted had not been long in the trenches and this was his first glimpse of real warfare. For months he had been in training in a little village near the front, where he had become more impatient each day for real war. At last he was ready to go over the top. His friend, Earl Martin, watched Ted's face with a thoughtful expression. He was several years older and knew Ted's very thought and whim, for they had been almost constantly together since early boyhood. His own thoughts were of the quiet dark eyed girl he left behind him. He wondered how she would feel should news reach her that he had fallen in battle. Would she soon forget him or would his image remain in her memory? Then he smiled, for he knew she would never forget. THIRTY I-IVE