Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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ify] T U !■: LEDGER WRONG ADVICE Na .. ri;m. HuTciiiN ' c.s Hello. Kiitli! 1 just lallfd villi to say that Jack Mandoik riiti-ri-d Clcvi-laiul Hiuh and that he is in my science class. Really, 1 understand now why all your nirl friends fell for him. He is all that you descrihed. His hlack hair and c cs; his independent air; his polite way; his kind actions; his broad shnuldcrs, and his earnestness have surely made me like him. Oh! Ruth, I never thoutjht that I could like a lioy as well without first meet- inn l im. Well, Hcttv, answeri ' i! Kuth, don ' t let liiin think that you care for him. Act independentlv, by all means. Just remember that he thinks he can have any K ' rl lie wants. Thanks for the advice. 1 will show little Jack that Betty is one ii r that he can ' t have; but, oh, it will be hard ! sighed golden-haired Betty. As this conversation was ko ' iK between Betty and Ruth, strange to say, a similar conversation was being carried on between Jack Mandock and his friend Bob. All right. Boil, 1 will tr and Jo as you say, but 1 will ba e to take a look at her once in a while. She is the first girl that 1 have thought much of. 1 am sure that she has some good com- mon sense, although she does look rather dollish. The next day Bctt pranced into science class with a brand new marcel, while Jack had a bit more Glo-co on than usual. Bett , to the delight of Homer Wells, the horned-rimmed sissy of the class, talked to hiin all period. Jack, in order to show that he was not interested in her, talked to the black, curly-headed girl to his right. And so this pretending business went on, with only sly, quick glances at one another. The football season had arrived and still Jack and Betty were at the same little g;une, with neither one gaining. The black, curly-headed one received all of Jack ' s com- pliments, and in return cllcd for him at the games until Bctt - could have scratched those black eyes out and torn that curl head to pieces without feel- ing one bit sorry. On the other hand. Homer received all of Bettv ' s attention, and in return showed so much ownership of her that Jack could hardly resist the imme?)se pleasure of punching that high-held nose. Bob could not understand h his advice did not work. Funny thing, he told Jack. It really is a funny thing. But Jack could sec nothing funny .■i!)out it, .uu! said as much in a very few words. What I can ' t figure out, puzzled Jack, is why she picks on that mud-faced Wells. H 1 hadn ' t taken your advice, all would be well, but I have gone too far now to fall back on myself. I ' ll just have to make the best of things. Cheer up! I ' ll ask Ruth ' s advice. ' ou know Ruth is Betty ' s chum. While on the other hand, neither could Ruth understand why her advice had not brought the proper results, and even if her ad ice had failed, there was Bett ' s big blue e cs. and her short, fluffy, golden hair that usually worked wonders. No, said Betty, as she gazed into the mirror, it is no use. Perhaps if my hair was black and kinky like Harriet ' s, I would have better luck. The deciding championship football game was drawing near. The Cleveland and the Park high schools had neither one dropped a scuffle. Their game had been the last scheduled, and now prom- ised to be the hardest fought one of the season. Every one was talking football. Jack listened with admiration to the conversation about football be- tween Betty and Homer. It isn ' t many girls that know as much about sports as Bett , Jack informed Bob. She is a regular girl. 1 would gi e anything to have her yell for me at this coming game tomorrow, but instead she will sit up there on the grandstand and let pie-faced Homer feed her peanuts. Bah! The important da had arrived. The grandstand was overflowing with rooters. Betty ' s jazz cap was set at a sharp angle on her head. At her side was as usual the devoted Homer, already shelling peanuts. Just as he was ready to pop a peanut into his small baby mouth, Betty gave him an tmin- tended slap and screamed above the uproar:

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THE LEDGER [Sini ' tfi-n Pa Jones didnt ' answi-r lior. It seemed to be too much tor him to look at his son. Fie promptly started cussing, loosing every swearword he had stored up, since Ma Jones started to train Archie. Why 1 let you do this for is more than I can see! he shouted at his wife, who cowered hack against the wall. He turned to his son. Come with me, he said, and stalked out of tiu- room. They went up to the attic, where Pa Jones pumped Archie for all the details of the fight. Well, he said, I guess it sure is time for me to take a hand in this. Now, listen to me. Yau just forget everything your mother ever taught you. See? I ' m going to teach you from now on. See my face? Well, I was in a fight today, too. Bur I didn ' t stand up and let the other guy soak me. ou saw all those envelopes that came to the house, and you heard all that racket upstairs. Well, that was me, learning how to box, from a correspondence course. Now, you ' re going to learn how to bo. , too. I cleaned up that fellow today, and there ' s no reason in the world why you can ' t do the same thing to Bill Graham. We ' ll begin right here. And he took Archie over to the punch- ing bag in the corner. V ' he Ma Jones learned about Pa Jones ' inten- tion, she exclaimed : ' ou ' re not going to teach m baby how to fight! She shuddered at the thought of her darling little pet stooping so low. ' i ' ou can stop right there. I ' m teaching the boy now. I ' ll make a man of him. Vou ' ve had your turn, replied Pa Jones, and walked out of the house. Three weeks later Archie was subjected to more teasing b Bill Crahani. lie ininiediately started to roll up his sleeves, at which the boys began laughing. Just imagine the sissy tr ing to fight! Hill (iraham smiled confidently, while Archie gritted his teeth and tried to remember the things he was supposed to do, according to the boxing in- structions. Bill, attempting to inject a little comedy into the affair, started to wind up. Before he was half through, a sledgehammer had landed on his nose. Another promptly settled on his ear, and then Archie started punching with startling rapidit . each blow landing effectively. The bell interrunted the fight and the pupils slo l walked away from the scene of activity,, remarking among themselves about Archie ' s prowess. That night Archie indulged in his first cussword. As he threw his blue silk nightgown out of the win- dow, he stubbed his toe on the dresser. With much vigor he said, Damn! w-hile his father out- side the door smiled and said softly: ' our mother named you Archibald Marmaduke, but I guess you ' ll live it down. Told by the Ri er Fayr Howe Back and forth the tall reeds sway, Whispering softly through the day Tales, the river on its way. Reminiscent in the sun ' s bright ray, Has sung so merrily. Tales of bars of snowy sands, Of precious pebbles on strange strands, Of slimmest palms in langorous lands, Of elk in overwhelming bands. As it flows onward toward the sea.

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r 11 E L K I) a E R [ Ttveiity-one Hcri ' tlu ' ) v. imi ' , Udmci! Oli, if wc only win! After ;i hrit ' f warming up, the captains tossed for the kiikoft. Cleveland won. They formed, and as the whistle blew Jack sent the ball soaring far into the en. ' my ' s ground. The Park hish school boy received the ball with open arms and started a rush down the field, dodi ing and duckinu the onslaught. A groan escaped the Cleveland punil ' s lips. Park high had a clear field now. Surely they could not stop them from getting a touchdown. Oh, there was hope! A Cleveland boy had sud- denly gained the head of the rushing mass and was quickly making the ground between him and his opponent diminish in size. Crash! Down tlic two came. The ball rolled on. There! Cleve- land ii:ul covered it. A great shriek of jov was heard. But now it was gasps and groans. For w as not Jack, the boy who had stopped the enemy, being carried off the field? A sob came from Betty ' s lips. Bob and Ruth, who were sitting behind Homer and Betty, heard it. Say, whispered Bob to Ruth, maybe our ad- vice is going to work, after all. Sh-h! answered Ruth, don ' t let her hear us. 1 do hope that Jack isn ' t hurt much. After the game we ' ll go out to his house and see him. And, exclaimed Ruth, we can take Betty, but don ' t tell her where we are going or she will never come. .As tile game d ragged to a close, or it seemed to drag to Betty, Cleveland was at the wrong end of a 7 to score; and so it stayed until the gun an- nounced the end of a sad contest for the Cleve- landites. The crowd filed out — some down- hearted, and others happy. Ruth tapped Betty on the shoulder. Betty, won ' t you come out to m place and sta - all night? Mother and Dad won ' t be home cntil late this evening, and 1 don ' t like to be there alone. ' ' es, I ' ll come, responded Betty listlessly. Oh, helin, Hob! 1 (iidn ' t know that you were here. Oh! es, 1 came to see Jack pla ' . Rotten luck h-, ' iuid. Poor kid, he is gettitig bumped all around. Humped ail around? inquired Betty. What do you mean? eil, answered Hob, you see, he is gone on a little blond in iiis science class, but she seems devoted to a bo by the name of Homer Wells. He won ' t speak to her, as he thinks she doesn ' t care for him. Oh, but I do! blurted fietty. Oh, no, I didn ' t mean that! Oh, dear, Ruth, I have spoiled everything! Come on, let ' s go home. No one spoke as Bob stopped his car in front of a bungalow. I ' ll be back in a few minutes, girls, he said, as lie jumped out of the car. I have a bit of business to attend to. Up two steps at a time he sailed, and as the door opened in he went. Jack, very pale and shaky, was lying on the davenport. How do you feel, old man? was Bob ' s greet- ing. Pretty well. Do you feel well enough to cheer up a down- hearted girl? I can ' t cheer any girl up. Oh ! es, you ' ll do nicely in this case. You see, tin ' s girl — explained Bob as he stroked his chin in a manly fashion, likes a bo ' in her science class, but she thinks that he likes Harriet Handford. She won ' t make any attempt to get acquainted, as she thinks that the boy should speak first. Bob! shrieked Jack, do ou mean that? Is FJetty here? How did you manage it? Bring her in quick! All right, answered Bob, as he opened the door. Oh, Betty! he called, come here, will (Continued on PaKC 48)