Benson Polytechnic High School - BluePrint Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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The POLY TECH 11 Extract from the Log of the Good Ship Class of November 12, 1915-Clear day, fine weather. At 3:55 p. m. this ship slid down the ways of Courage, Hope and Curiosity and into the waters of Our Future Career without a mishap. An- chored safely in mid-stream, she was boarded by the officers and crew. Our sailing master fPresi.j Mr. Laird called the 'crew 'forward and explained our duties. The oiicers were: President, Mr. Laird. Treasurer, Mr. Frey. Vice-President, Mr. Wirfs. Secretary, Mr. Ray. They were given three cheers and the crew scattered to stow luggage. November 29, 1915+Not ,a ripple. Still at anchor. This afternoon a mo- tion was made that the ship's papers fConstitution and By-Lawsj be drawn up, which was heartily seconded by the crew. December 6, 1915-Ship's papers were signed. Sergeant-at-arms elected. Mr. Peters filled the bill. December 14, 1915, I2 a. m.-Execu- tive committee was appointed by Mr. Laird. .Mr Adams elected class re- porter. January 19, 1916, I2 a. m.-Orders given to stand by to heave anchor next Friday evening in the shape of a party at the Girls' School at 7:30 p. m. Our voyage about to begin. January -.Never mind. Suffice to say that party followed picnic, dances followed outings all in that spirit of ex- pansive, wholesome fun that has marked this class as a sure nuff live wire Cnot egotism, if you please, but plain busi- ness-cold factsj O, dear, the astounding, terrifying, r June '18 Firne of getting acquainted. Only one who remembers his first class party can appreciate that. Under cover of frivolity this class has endeavored to advance itself in the art of life, the happiness of living fhave we succeeded?j This is the reason of those roaring, thumping stag parties, those mirth-provoking masques and those whole-hearted picnics. 'Member that one at Rocky Butte--that delicious memory of those wood-scented weiners? The undercurrent of seriousness that bubbled over occasionally revealed itself in our earnest endeavor to help the school paper, in our sincereness in urging other classes to organize and parallel actions. History can never be history unless the fairer sex chooses to make it so and we herewith tender our very humble thanks and undying obligations to the girls of the Class of June '18 of the Girls Polytechnic School for their help in making our class what it is. The officers of the sixth and final term are as follows: President, Al Schumacher. Vice-President, Adolph Badura. Treasurer, Lloyd jones. Secretary, Edgar Gibson. Sergeant-at-Arms, Rolf Schumacher. Reporter, P. J. Ullrich. Chairman of Decoration Committee, Albert Soderburg. Chairman of Entertainment Commit- tee, A. Badura. Chairman of Refreshment Committee, P. I. Ullrich. Our last outing in a full and excellent description on a further page. And so in the language of Tiny Tim: God bless us-one and all. xxx , if X 4 L r x l f f 'Y fwfr ,hx X XXX, ' ' X fy ff -1' lixxyhhl lliflff 111.17 ' 13.-le.!cS.-I-4 Aa.. ...4 -a

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The POLY TECH Winifred Scott Course: Pattern Making. l Small, but mighty-believes in doing l things right. Basketball, '16, lI7. Football, ,I7. Baseball, '18, Captain basketball, ,I7, '18. Scott Simpson f Course: Tool Making. Nothing escapes his master eye. dent, 'I8. Football, ,I7. Baseball, '18 Editor Poly Tech, 18. Tool Makers Association president, '18. Albert Soderberg Course: Electrical. As became a 'noble knight, he was gracious to all ladies. Member of student body, '16, ,I7, '18. Decoration committee chairman, ,I7. Glee club, '16, ,I7. Cadet corps, ,I7. Ed Windle Course: Tool Making. He saw the fairest of the fair, But smiled alike on all. Student body member, ,I7. Chester Woodruff Course: Tool Making. Too kind for bitter words to grieve, Too firm for clamor to dismay. Tool Makers' lAssociation president, . ,I7. Student body member, ,I7. Tool Makers' Association vice presi-

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12 The POLY TECH A Snow Climb to the Top of Larch Mountain By ELMER VON PINGEL T'was Saturday morning, the ninth day of March last, that the student body executive committee had decided upon to hike up Larch Mountain. Rain or shine, the day was set and everybody ready to go. Early that morning these junior ma- zamas met at the Union station, full of ambition and pep, with a widespread smile of content. They boarded the train and were soon skimming over the rails at top speed, bound for Multnomah Falls. Messrs. Goldman and Sutherland sat in a b-ack seat, talking as fast as their tongues could flap, making an excellent representation of a ladies' sewing circle rather than mountain climbers. Chet. VV'oodruff was well enftertained by Fergy fFergusonj reading love stories to him from our well noted What,s VVhat. So, Pingel and King were obliged to sit and look on or entertain as best they could. The scenery seemed of more interest to them. But this scene was soon changed when Mr. Goldman shared with the crowd pieces of his morning newspaper. Everybody, with newspapers in front of his face, was so interested, or at least pretended to be so, that the conductor had to remind him about paying his fare. So on the rest of the trip was spent first doing one thing and then another, until at last a loud roar, like that of a lion, suddenly made us look out with surprise. But it was only the conductor who wished to inform us that Mult- nomah Fallsl' was the next stop. Those words cheered us and quickly we gath- ered up our bundles and rushed for the door. To our surprise it was snowing out- side. But this soon stopped, almost- in- stantly as the train did, and then the rain began to pour. We jumped off the train and made a bee line for the con- fectionery store. Everyone bought a supply of Hersheys to eat, as a pastime on the way up. Throwing our knapsacks on our backs and bidding farewell to the proprietor, we hurriedly made all minor prepara- tions and were off for the start. The first mile was rather easy, al- though. the sun came out brightly enough that we were required to stop, unload, and shed our coats. Far below was the river, over which arose a thick coat of fog. In the distance, just above the fog, could be seen the snow clad peak of Table Mountain. This was a most beau- tiful sight to look at. About the latter part of the second mile we were wading in snow above our ankles. Fearing this would be the deep- est snow we would find, we began spot- ting places that we might use for mak- ing imitation pictures of deep snow. We found a place sure enough, but it was unnecessary, for beginning the third mile, after crossing the stream for the last time, we were breaking trail through snow up to our knees. By this time it had begun to snow and the leader was no longer anxious to take his turn at break- ing trail. The remainder of the trip, three and one-half miles to go, was not altogether pleasure. Especially when compelled to