Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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)

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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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Txvn,iyiu-o] T II E LED G E R The Ballad of Mv Hcatino; Stove H l I, MlLl.l.R • At times ()iir cu-s like devils do dance To the tune (it ()iir crackling fire, And anain they dart rifiht to the heart As a woman ' s lien roused to ire. ' et tonight as I sit and watch them flit In a manner most ii el and merry, 1 think (if the irl uho could dance and whirl. That ijuick senorita, l-e Perry. • The ver red flames make her flashing; skirt And the iifjhter her yellow shawl, ' hile the many lights at various heijjhts Form a {. ' littering dancing; hall. The li ht dry wood as it sputters and spits Resembles her Castanet, That she claps at each step to mark the time Of the tune — the little coijuette! Bur the fire burns low, and she makes her bow- As she trips from the ;lowin ; carpet ; And I sijrii as I wake from my reverie, Because I cannot encore it. Day Dreams F.wi- Howii Snow white the flecks of foam Lfpon the b!ue-f;reen sea; Yellow gold the beaten sand As buttercups on the lea. A splotch of red upon the beach, A sail upon the sea, ' Tis my ship of dreams, I ween, Sailing home to me.