Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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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T II E L E D G E R I riceiil -llin-f HELP VOL RS ELF A TRUE CONFESSION B Sam Full man Have (iu I ' viT associated witli mu ' of tlicse itldy };irls with a mania for collecting; somenirs? Li;:lit- fin(;ered lassies with hands sw iftcr than a waiter ' s eye, they never leave a place without taking somc- thinj; awa to remember it by. I Iy best fjirl once contracted this horrible habit and whenever I was ' i her 1 was used as a re- cipient for her ' it ' icrinf s. I ' d find myself going away from a restaurant with a menu, a spoon, a demi-tasse cup and saucer, and even a lemon squeezer. Nothing seemed to phase her, from a salt shaker to a flower vase. There was no line of distinction. H she looked at anything on the table twice, I knew it was as good as gone and we would be there until she could get it. One evening I was sitting beside her in a restaur- ant and when the waiter ' s back was turned she frantically shoved a cold spoon with ice cream on it down my neck. Of course the expected hap- pened ; the cream melted and ran down my spinal column. When the waiter turned around again, the e.xpression on my face must have looked like a signal of distress, for he immediately offered me a bottle of cholera mixture. The combination of Jamaica ginger, red pepper, and tobacco sauce burned my throat, but I tried to pass it off. With the ice cream running down my back and the chills running up, I did not succeed. One afternoon she arranged for a supper and the opera after. That evening I put on a swell-cut outfit, one of these with a false shirt front. We went into a highbrow restaurant and when we were almost finished she suddenly decided she wanted the platter. I knew by her eyes it was coming; but I was hoping the waiter would take it away before she found a place to put it. He was too slow as I realized when 1 felt the platter go between me and the shirt front. I tried to look natural, but the platter was hot and perspiration burst forth upon my brow. The man sitting next to me pulled a thermometer off the wall and wanted to take my teni|ier.ilurc, but I told liim to take ni life insteail. W ' iien the proprietor arrived on the scene, he asked me if I couldn ' t take something for my malady, but I told him I «ould be ashamed to take anything more. The doctor came and asked nu- if I had a cold on my chest. I told him 1 xiiuKl have as soon as it cooled off. He then wanted to sound my lungs and before I could stop him he hit the platter with his knuckles and the cracking of it could be heard all over the room. I cut a prettj ' figure then. The proprietor pushed forward and asked if he should call an ambulance, but the doctor told him to call a policeman in- stead. It cost my girl twenty-five dollars for a two- bit platter that she never got. One evening as we were walking down the street, she wanted to go into a Chinese noodle restaurant; so I had to take her. We went up and I had a nice time trying to wash down a lot of Chow Mien with a cup of tea the size of a canary ' s drinking cup. I was enjoying myself about as much as a kitten with paper tied on his front feet, when I saw that dangerous look that meant there was something on the table that she had taken a fancy to. She thrust a pair of chopsticks and a tea cup into my pocket just as the waiter came up. I paid the bill and rushed her for the door as fast as I could. When we reached the street I turned around and saw the man pursuing us. I immediately came to the conclusion that he had seen the chopsticks sticking out of my pocket. 1 waved violently at a passing taxi, but before we could gain shelter of its four protecting sides the waiter overtook us. I had visions of saying Good morning. Judge, and you can never imagine my relief when he held out a daint piece of linen which I recognized as a handkerchief. On the way home I saw her e eing the meter and knew she wanted that, too, and believe me, if I could have reached it for her, I would have done it!