Newberg High School - Chehalem Yearbook (Newberg, OR)

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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

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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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Sharpely the order came to advance. In a few minutes they were up and on the field of battle, under the deadly fire of the enemies' artillery. The heavy mist threw a veil over the scene and the dull booming of the heavy artillery mingled with the sharp cough of rifle bullets made earth seem a very pandemonium. ' Ted forgot where he was or who he was g he forgot all but the blind horror that was enveloping him at the sight of those ghastly figures who were stag- gering, and uttering screams of agony as they fell and were trampled upon. It seemed as though he was there for eternities. He did not share the tri- umph of his companions as they captured the enemys' trench. He only knew that he was being rushed upon by a flood of gleaming bayonets. He was numb with horror and his eyes were fixed and dry. He never knew just how he got to the enemies' trench, but when he came to himself he was crouched against the dirt wall, his head in his arms, as though to ward off the ghastly sights. Then he thought of his chum. Where was he? Ted sprang to his feet and ran to the dressing station, but Earl was not among the wounded men. Roll call came and Chum did not respond with his usual cherry call. The boy's heart was crushed. He had broken the compact. He, a Dale, a decendant ofthe fighting Dales, was a cowardl He had forgotten his boyhood friend in his own fear. His face was white and drawn, and his sunny hair unkept. He paced up and down the cold, wet night. Boyhood memories of himself and Earl at school and at the swimming hole were crowded out of his mind by facts. He realized that his friend was gone from him and from the dark-eyed girl for- ever. On the morrow he would be alone and he must find and bury the body of his chum. As he paced back and forth, he became imbued with the fighting spirit of his forefathers. He resolved to become a true soldier and to fight for those dear ones at home whom his brave companion had left behind. Morning found Ted a new man. With a stern face and a resolute purpose he awaited the first orders of the day. S. P. '22 THI TY Sl