Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

Text from Pages 1 - 78 of the 1925 volume:

-- ' ■ sir ■ ■ ' . ' ' t:. %- ' ■ .: ' V «•. S ■ i-_ ' v ;■:.?.- ' .,■ ■- ' ■. ' ■.r ' S X Table of Contents Dedication Frontispiece Seniors Literary Staff Activities Josh and Personals Dedication yrti E DEDICATE THIS ISSUE TO THE FOOTBALL SQUAD-TO THE BOYS VHOSE SPIRIT, DETERMINATION AND LOYALTY HAVE BEEN AN . . . INSPIRATION TO ALL . . . HIGH SCHOOL OF COMMERCE PORTLAND, OREGON JAMES F. ELTON Principal r H E L E D G E R Fiv DiELSCHNElDER, Louis - - - Combined A good man is always willing to he little. Football ' 22, ' 23, ' 24 Secretary Hi-Y ' 23, ' 24 Sergeant-at-Arms Jan. ' 25 Class Daniels, Violet - - - - Slenoyraphic The force of her own merit makes her way. ' President Joint Sorosis ' 24 Alpha Sorosis ' 24 Secretary Jan. ' 25 Class Fletcher, Morley - - - Bookkeeping I will be ambitious to live up to all that is in me. The New Poor ' 25 Blotter Staff ' 23, ' 24 President Jan. ' 25 Class La Rouche, Irene - - - Slenoyraphic Laugh and the world laughs with you. Beta Sorosis ' 23, ' 24, ' 25 The New Poor ' 25 Treasurer [an. ' 25 Class White, Evelyn - - - Stenograpli ' u Wise to resolve, and patien to perform. Silver Pencil Club ' 24 Alpha Sorosis ' 24 Editor Jan. ' 25 Class Ankelis, Mary . - - - Bookkeeping 1 shall strive ever to be open-hearted, patient and strong. Alpha Sorosis ' 24 Brennan, Frederic - - - Bookkeeping The key to every man is his thought. Football ' 22, ' 23, ' 24. Hi-Y ' 23, ' 24 Mrs. Grandame Manor ' 24 Mrs. A. B. Wicklund To have a friend, sou must be one. Kansas State Normal University of Oregon Adviser Jan. ' 25 Class AsHER. Adolph O what a man thou art. Bookkeeping Six] THE LEDGER Aren, Sophie - - - Bookkeepiny As calm as the waters of a shaded pond. Beta Soiosis ' 24 Gamma Sorosis ' 24 Seigeant-at-Arms Joint Sorosis ' 24 Casale, Frances - - - Bookkeeping Virtue is like a rich stone — best plain set. Beta Sorosis ' 23, ' 24 Senior Committee Ledger ' 24 Poetry Editor Class Issue Blotter Baii.ey, Marjorie Her quietness surpasses all. Orchestra ' 24 Combined Bam., Geraldine - - - Stenographic And still we j azed and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all she knew. Senior Committee Ledger ' 24 Editor Silver Pencil Club ' 24 Secretary Glee Club ' 24 Braden, Elsie - - - Stenographic Silence is the perfect herald of joy. Bookkeeping Pullman, Samuel _ . . Slow and steady wins the race. President Hi-Y ' 24 Vice-President Letterman ' s Club ' 24 Football Manager ' 23 Gessell, Elma _ - . Bookkeeping With grace to win, with heart to hold. Alpha Sorosis ' 23, ' 24 Secretary Alpha Sorosis ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 Clark, Philip . - - - Bookkeeping A little nonsense, now and then, Is relished by the best of men. Football ' 23, ' 24 Hi-Y ' 23, ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 Gessell, Thelma . - - Uy the kindness of her ways She made sweet the sourest days. Beta Sorosis ' 23, ' 24 Editor Beta Sorosis ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 Bookkeeping T H E L E D a E R [Seven Glick, Sylvia We ' ll keep our aims sublime. Glee Club ' 23, ' 24 Gamma Sorosis ' 2+ Bookkeeping Kassebaum, Walter He is full of good intentions. Room Representative ' 23 Senior Committee Ledger ' 24 Bookkeeping Hanna, Anna Merrv and blithe Combined she. ' Sergeant-at-Arms Beta Sorosis ' 24 Glee Club ' 23, ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 Hennesv, Duane - - - Bookkeeping Let us not take life too seriously. Editor Blotter ' 24 Sergeant-at-Arms Silver Pencil Club ' 24 Mrs. Grandame Manor ' 24 Jazowick, Loretta - - - Stenographic I ought to have my own way in everything, And what ' s more, I will, too. The New Poor ' 25 Associate Editor Blotter ' 24 Associate Editor Ledger ' 24 KiNDBERC, Pearl - - - Stenographic Her good nature never relaxes. Beta Sorosis ' 24 Lee, H.4RRY - - . . Combined Here ' s a man that takes pride in aiming at perfection. LoM.MEL, Leo - - . - Bookkeeping He is a man, take him for all in all. Room Representative ' 24 Mitchell, Vera - - - Stenographic She has indeed a good outward happiness. President Beta Sorosis ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 Eight ' ] THE LEDGER Pancbork, Ardek - - - Stenoyrapliu I dare do all that may become a man. President Student Body ' 23, ' 24 Editor Ledger ' 22, ' 23, ' 24 The New Poor ' 25 RiEACK, Alec . - - - Bookkeepiny Comedy is his specialty. Ledger Staff ' 22, ' 23, ' 24 Vaudeville ' 21, ' 22, ' 23 Circulation Manager Ledger ' 24 Tacchella, Akna - - - Bookkeepiny Quiet Init not asleep. Alpha Sorosis ' 23, ' 24 ToNiTSKY, Sam - - - Stenoyrupinc A man with a purpose. Trachsel, Rosa - . - - Stenoyrapliu Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Glee Club ' 23, ' 24 Won Superior Merit Certificate Van Ai.stine, Helen - - - Stenoyrapliu The mildest manners and the gentlest heart. Beta Sorosis ' 24 VVeiner, Anna Always doing her best. The New Poor ' 25 Stenoyrapliu White, George . . - Bookkeepiny It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Hi-Y ' 22, ' 23, ' 24 C ' rculation Manager Blotter Electrician Class Colors Nile Green and Gold Cliiss i loivcrs Yellow Ophelia Roses and Pale Pink Carnations Class Motto As we ascend, the horizon widens. T H E L E D r; E R [Nine From The Morning Oregonian, 1940 Read and Weep Sylvia Glick — Made happy the millionaire, Si- gomie Paderswsky Majesky; mother of darling twin boys. Frances Casale — Librarian at the Congressional Library, and aesthetic dancer of the Rinkv Dinky Club. ■ Geraldine Ball — Our classmate of Jan. ' 25, is teaching English at Yale College; author of book entitled How to Be Happy. Louis Dielschneider — Salesman for the Diel- schneider Reducing Lessons. Member of Society for Disabled Bees. Morley Fletcher — Ticket seller at the Ziegfield Follies. His wide experience was obtained b ' sell- ing tickets for football games at Multnomah Field. Arden Pangborn — Newspaper reporter on Ac- tions of Freshmen at Commerce. Sam Tonitsky — President of Bachelors ' LTnion ; famous for his no ' el on How to Keep Single. Sam Fullman — Banker; generous contributor to the Old Home Fund. Walter Kassebaum — Owner of Ford Sales Service Co.; author of book How to Make Fords Run Without Swearing. Harry Lee — Bookkeeper for the deaf and dumb school ; also doctor for those who hurt their hands talking too loud. Adolph Asher — Dealer in novels; teaches how to write love stories. Experience gained through wide reading. Alec Riback — Ad solicitor for Ladies ' Home Journal. He says interesting facts are obtained from the housewives. Leo Lom.mel — Teacher of Geometry at Com- merce. Successor of Mr. Henry Baldwin. Duane Hennesy — Editor of The Morning Ore- gonian, succeeding Mr. E. B. Piper. A member of Associated Editors ' Union. George White — Stage electrician at the Baker; well known among the chorus girls. Fred Brennan — Noted player on Yale Football team, is still absent from classes due to a slight shock in the recent game with Harvard. Philip Clark — Foreman of L O. U. ranch ; rid- ing ability gained in the play Wild Nell. Loretta Jazowick — Head nurse of the Jazowick Nursery; three hundred children; member of the Divorced Lady ' s Club. Rosa Trachsel — Founder of Get-Tall Yeast Cake. Owner of Castle Jia at Popocatipell. Pearl Kindberg — World famous fancy dancer, and editor of the Star Gazing Monthly. Anna Wiener — Inventor of how to keep oirly hair straight and straight hair curly; also actress known as La Farfalla (The Butterfly). Anna Hanna — A chorus girl in the opera 11 Trovatore ; member of the Yelling Team for Commerce. Anna Tacchella — Member of Nile River Daily News Staff; chairman of Aeroplane Committee for Safety. Helen Van Alstine — Wife of famous gum drop importer; member of Kindness to Little Fishes Association. Evehn White — Head of hospital for overlv in- telligent humans ; wife of Spanish Count at Monte- video. Vera Mitchell — Owner of cat farm; wife of Mr. Griggs, the undertaker. Irene La Rouche — Nun at Port Said; instruct- ress in aesthetic dancing. Mary Ankelis — Secretary to Mr. J. F. Elton at the new school building on LTnknown and Never Will Streets. Sophie Aren — Head bookkeeper of Commerce Motor Car Co. ; popular in the Old Maids Club, but she is wearing a precious stone on her left hand. Marjorie Bailev — Societv Matron of Curling Hair. Elsie Braden — Patron of Jan. ' 25 Nursery. She lives up to the Old Maids constitution. We hope things will change soon. Violet Daniels — Wife of the multi-millionaire heart breaker of many other girls of Jan. ' 25 Class. Elma Gessell and Thelma Gessell — Recent brides of the famous Italian Princes, are spending their honeymoon abroad. . In two years they will be at home to their many friends in their father-in-law ' s castle. THE SENIOR I ' oi r o ' Clocks — Pearl Kindberj] Kassebaum. Anna Weiiier, Walter Makes a very attractive evening decoration for the study room. A very rare flower. Sold only in $2.00 boxes. Riichclor Buttons — Louis Dielschneider, Samuel Fu ' lman, Fred Brennan, Philip Clark and Arden Pangborn. Always found in the open, especially on A ' lultno- mah Field. Seldom found in secluded spots. Room 5 would be incomplete vithout this attractive bou- quet. Price .05 each. Forijet-Me-Nots — Marjorie Bailey, Adolph Asher and Sam Tonitsky. Rather decorative little flowers, b_;t difficult to find. Very gentle reminders of daily duties. .05 a package. Order early and avoid the rush. Jniericaii Beauty — Irene La Rouche. One of the most attractive Senior flowers. Great care must be taken in cultivation. A beautiful parlor decoration. $1.85. Gol lt ' u Gloivs — Frances Casale, Sylvia Glick, Anna Tac- chella and Helen Van Alstine. Well-known to the Senior class. Their golden nature is welcomed by all. .50 each. Ha Belles— Sophie Aren, Vera Mitchell, Violet Daniels, Loretta Jazowick, and Elsie Braden. Although commonly known as the old maid ' s fa ' orite flower, they lend an atmosphere of sun- shine and iiappiness to the gloomiest da -. Can not be bougiit for love nor money. FLOWER GARDEN Black-Eyed Si snii — Mar - Ankelis. A snappv variety of brisjhtnes:,. .10 an ouncp. Smilax [Gigglibus Perpilu iUs) — Elma and Thelma Gessell. Very unusual and attracti e little flowers. Much sought by flower lovers. .50 an ounce. Well worth vour monev. iMarit olds — Rosa Trachsel and Evelyn White. Unusually large yellow flowers. Especially fav- ored by the teachers, because their brightness reflects good grades. .10 a package. Poppies — Duane Hennesy, Anna Hanna, George White and Harry Lee. A sparkling variety of unexpectedness. Most often seen popping up in classes. Very fascinating. .25 an ounce. Pinks— Leo Lommel, Alec Riback and Morley Fletcher. An unusual type of good-looking flower. Its presence is very quickly noticed in the halls, and round about where it is silently en ied by other species. .25 an ounce. Full measure guaranteed. Jack Rose — Geraldine Ball. A rare variety, and noted for its seclusiveness. .25c. Reduced from .50 because of shorn locks. Twelve ' ] THE LEDGER CLASS SONG By Mr. Elton (Tune, Cornell ' s Alma Mater ) Commerce, as ice noiv must leave thee, Trust my forth ive go; For thy tender care and nurture Thankful hearts o ' erflow. Thee we honor, Thee we cherish, Faithful ever, we. Partint need not union sever. Flail, all hail, to thee! CLASS POEM By LUCILE DODSON, S. P. Dedicated to the Jan. ' 25 Class. When Time has drawn the curtain of the Past Across the vista of our school-days gone And forward turned our steps, and set us on The path that leads into the world at last, Then may we go with heart and soul made strong By promises fulfilled and work well done, Dreams, dead but cherished still, and honors won, And voices raised in ever-lasting song Of clear-eyed faith. This may we know; our state Be likened to a broad, unbounded sea, Deep, breathing peace, divine tranquillity. Untouched by petty jealousies or hate. Foundations true, and strongly built each part, Each hour a joy, each day a work of art. THE LEDGER [Thirl e INTRIGUE By DUAXE HeNNESY, S. P. (First Prize Story) FOREWORD There are many things in the process of govern- ing the United States, the minute workings of the men who are the all-important cogs in that great- est of ruling machines, that do not get into the newspapers. It was just after the World War that the case which I am about to relate came to my notice. It was early in 1918 that I, Alexander Calmaine, second assistant secretary of %var, was called into conference regarding methods of obtaining addi- tional scientific inventions to aid in strengthening our fighting forces. It was feared by my depart- mient that the country of Hulno-Slovakia, believing our army and navy to be in a depleted condition after the great European struggle, would declare war upon the United States. Thus it was that the department felt the urgent need of gaining new methods of combating in the expected war which, it was believed, would be a battle of scientists. Now after these six years events have shaped themselves so that I am in a position to tell the world of the momentous events which took place concerning the famed formula for Bradle ' s Purple Ray. THE STORY Nervously the secretary of war glanced about the group of men seated at the long table. Bradley should be here now, he stated. Dead silence followed his words. Only the tick, tick, ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner broke the hush. After a moment the secretary continued, You realize, gentlemen, how fortunate we are in being offered the rights to Bradley ' s Purple Ray over such strong foreign competition. With modern warfare becoming more and more a battle of chemicals and scientific inventions instead of mere man-power, we shall gain a decided advantage. Sub- marines, airships, and even radio will become en- tirelv useless before the terrible onslaught of this new discovery. Here he paused and again glanced at those i-eated about the table. Encouraged by the assenting nods, he continued. For five years Hampton Bradley has lab(jred to perfect the Purple Ray. At last he has achieved a light powerful enough to destroy everything withing a ten mile radius of its gleams. Not only has he found this ray but he also has perfected a means of regulation which permits the controller of the light to focus it upon a set object and de- stroy only that which he wishes. Onlv Bradley himself knows the secret. He is coming, as you know, to deliver the formula to us here today. Again he glanced at the clock. Bradiev is now fifteen minutes late, he said, uneasily. Just a trifle of disapproval fluttered through the staid gathering. The ringing of the telephone bell prevented further speech. Quickly the secretary picked up the instrument. As he listened to the message his com- panions saw a look of horror spread over his fea- tures. Slowly he turned and spoke. ' Hampton Bradley has been murdered in his laboratory. The safe in which the written copy of the formula was kept has been blown open, and the paper is missing. K-19 of the secret service, assigned to the case, beheld a scene of utter confusion in Hampton Bradley ' s little laboratory. Around the wrecked safe papers of every description were scattered, but a thorough search had failed to produce the missing formula. Life, as Hampton Bradley had lived it, was nothing but hour after hour of work, of thought, of research. Little time was spent in satisfying the pleasure-loving side of his nature. Still, as Brad- ley saw it, it was play, pleasure, adventure. His experiments were his life. His life was that of a hermit most of the time but of late he had had an assistant, a former convict now on parole, who was an expert chemist. Lithpy Lou Carson was the beau brummel of the light-fingered gentry. His last stretch up the river was one that he really considered unjust. He had knifed a policeman ; he didn ' t like cops anv- how. The government agent turned to Lou. Now. let ' s get this straight from the start, Carson. You ' ve got a bad record. Come clean on this, or you ' ll get yours plent ' . A shocked look spread o er the crook ' s face. Wh) ' , our tone thiicks me. ou couldn ' t be tho mean Get this into your block head, Carson. You had better tell me pretty quick just what I want to know. Where was the body found and by whom? Every trace of joshing left the convict ' s face. He didn ' t lisp when he spoke next. That was only banter that had gained him his cognomen. Fniirieett THE LEDGER Bradley had evidently been working at his desk, for when I returned home he was sitting there, dead. A cunning gleam crept over the detective ' s face. Returned home? he snapped. Yes, Bradley had an appointment at the War Department and as there would be no work to do here today he told me I could have the time off. I left this morning at ten o ' clock. Then how do you account for being back so earlv? It was only three o ' clock when you dis- covered the body. I was going to a picnic, but it rained, and I changed my mind and shot pool. Then I ate at a restaurant down town and walked home. In the rain?, snapped the detective. No, the rain had stopped, replied Lithpy with a grin. What were you going to do at the picnic Pick pockets, my brave safe-cracker? queried K-19. The roguish look came back on Lithpy ' s face but it was apparent that he was serious. Naw, I got a girl now, mither detectiff. Sheepishly he made the statement. Then he added, She didn ' t want to go out into the rain. Could it be that this gentleman crook was going straight and was in love?, wondered the in- vestigator. Still he might be trying to make a last haul in order to get money enough to live on after getting married. This murder might be the result of trying to get the f(}rmula to sell, thought K-19. He changed the subject abruptly. Did your employer do all the work on the Ray himself? Yes. He was the onh ' one that knew the formula, then? That ' s right as far as I know. A pause, then the detective resumed his question- ing. How many written copies of the formula are there? Just the one that was kept in the safe. Idly the detective picked up the deck of playing cards scattered upon the inventor ' s desk. Whose are they? he asked. Bradley ' s, was the reply. When puzzled over some detail of the Ray he would often play soli- taire. For a moment the secret service man considered ; then he said, That ' s all for the present, ' Lithpy. ' Don ' t try to leave the house. It is guarded. But before you go, would you mind taking that parrot off the desk? Carson picked up the cage and hung it upon its hook; then left the detective alone in the room. Sitting down at the desk, the government agent considered the facts so far in the case. Carson knew where the formula was kept. He had plenty of time in Avhich to commit the crime. Motive is not lacking. The invention could be sold to a foreign government for a fortune. K-19 became aware of the fact that he was still holding the deck of cards in his hand. Solitaire, he mused. Absently he counted the pasteboards. Only fifty-one. To make sure he counted them again with the same result. Certainly Bradley must have had a full deck, he thought. Investigation showed that the Ace of Spades was missing. When a search of the desk and the papers scattered about the safe failed to bring the missing card to light, the detective sat at the desk thinking over the mystery. He was startled a moment later. Throw up your hands, shouted a voice behind him. He obeyed, and as he did so, jumped to his feet and whirled around. Then he laughed sheep- ishly and lowered bis upraised hands. Bradley ' s parrot, swinging in its cage, was the cause of the disturbance. You ' re smarter than 1 gave you credit for, laughed K-i9, didn ' t know you could talk, he said as he advanced toward the cage. What the dickens ' he shouted, snatching a card out of the cage. It was the Ace of Spades. On it was scrawled in a shaky hand, Get Emil Gaffon, he — and the message stopped. At one of the foreign embassies in Washington the representative of a great European nation sat at his desk. He was speaking to a shabbil) dressed man, Emil Gaffon. ■ ou have followed the instructions? queried the ambassador. Yes. Then give me the formula. Hesitantly Gaffon replied, It was not there. You are certain? I am positive. After considering the startling news for a moment the ambassador spoke. Your mission has failed, Emil. His Majesty will not be pleased. Gaffon bowed his head. I must return to the homeland. There is no more that I can do. You are certain that you could not have missed the formula, Emil? Yes, I searched the desk; I opened the safe; I looked in the books; I tried everything, even his pockets. Your report has been made, Emil. I can say no more. You will take tonight ' s boat for the homeland. Here are your tickets and money. Do not forget that you must pay with your life before divulging anything concerning this undertaking. Gaffon took a paper from his pocket. I found this in the safe, he said, handing it to the ambas- sador. It was a strip of common stationery on which were typed four rows of figures and letters. THE LEDGER [Fifteen D64 9 8 10j2q 3ka57 C a 10 8 9 4 q j 2 6 3 k 7 5 S 5 q 9 j 3 k a 10 2 7 6 4 8 H k a 5 j 10 q 6 9 3 7 8 2 4 After a moment ' s perusal he absently handed it back to Gaffon. This is not the formula, Emil. Our agent said it was in plain handwriting;, not in typed cipher. ' ou have failed miserably. Vou will remember that you are to sail tonight. Back at headquarters K-19 was speaking to his chief. No doubt Bradley ' s assassin, ' Lithpy Lou ' or an unknown, left him for dead, but while a spark of life still remained, he tried to leave a message tell- ing of what had occurred. He died before com- pleting his writing, but enough was finished to give us the clew that Emil Gaffon is probably the un- known assailant. The parrot was on the desk and happened to pull the card inside the cage. When Carson moved the bird he failed to notice the paste- board. A signal light flashed on the desk, and the chief picked up the phone. Hello. Then followed silence while he listened to the person at the other end of the wire. Yes, absolutely. Rush it up here at once, he resumed. Then he turned to K-19 as he replaced the receiver. Gaffon has been caught. Just in the nick of time, too, for he has tickets for the Aquitania which sails tonight. He did not have the formula on him, but the inspector downstairs iust reported that he has found a paper in Gaffon ' s pocket on which is written a code message. He is bringing it here now. The elevator door slammed out in the hallway and a man in a neat gray uniform stepped into the office. He handed the chief a paper and then left. Of course you know, K-19, that Gaffon is a famous spy. We have not been able to discover which government he serves. As the chief was speaking he had been unfolding the slip of paper. It was the one that Gaffon had shown to the ambassador. Doesn ' t seem to be any of the usual ciphers, he muttered. Then showing it to K-19 he said. The capital letters at the beginning of the lines must be the ke s. Idly the chief thumbed the deck of cards which had been found on Bradley ' s desk. Suddenly glanc- ing at these cardboards he said, Say, these num- bers, like these on the cards here, don ' t run above ten, and the ' a ' could mean ace; the ' j ' , jack: the ' q ' , queen, and the ' k ' , king. D, C, S, H could mean diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts, chimed in K-19. For a moment the chief remained silent, thinking, then he said, As I read off these numbers you find the cards and turn them face downward, all in one pile. He started at the row believed to be diamonds and read across. He did the same with the other rows. When he had finished the cards lay in a stack. He surveyed the result and saw, on the side of the assembled deck a word in purple ink. It was cage . On each of the other three sides was another word. The four together were finally made to read, Parrot cage false bottom . A month later the chief was sitting in his office talking to K-19, who had just returned from an assignment in the south. Quite a clever idea of Bradley ' s, wasn ' t it? the chief asked. ' es, no one would think of looking under the bottom of a parrot ' s cage for such an important document. But saw what is going to happen to Gaffon? He is sentenced to be hanged. In the field within the walls of the great federal prison where Emil Gaffon was held awaiting his death, a trial of the famous Purple Ray was being made. The preying light was focused upon a happy, barking little dog. It died, sacrificing its life that America might learn to control its great weapon, the Ray. From out of the prison dashed a con ict with the guards giving mad chase. The fleeing man rushed unheedingly into the path of the Ray. Emil Gaffon, murderer and spy, crumpled into an inert, lifeless heap. He had been but the play- thing, the veapon of his king. Sixteen] THE LEDGER A DYING EXPERIENCE By Anne Blackler I was dead and I knew I was dead. There was absolutely no doubt whatsoever about it. What is more, I also knew where 1 was. Now, I always pride myself upon my extraordi- nary ability to guess about things and be right about it. Anyone can guess about any particular thing, but to guess and do it correctly is an entirely dif- ferent matter. Such was the case here. I knew I was dead, and, after a few moments concentrated thought, I even guessed where I was and was cor- rect about it, too. Yes, I was dead. In my nose was the strong odor or fresh varnish. With my bare foot, I felt the smooth sides of the narrow box I was in. Lifting my hand, I touched the varnished top. Then, too, it was so clo;.e and hot in that box ; I never had been so hot ! I began wondering if I ' d see any of my old friends and enemies here. I expected to see a few of the old gang, and, yes, some of those very wise school teachers. I began to think of the things I ' d say to them. My thoughts were of rather a foolish nature and I became confused as that heat irrew more and more unbearable. Let me out! I want out of this hot-box! I should also like to see the old familiar faces and my teachers as well. Let me out of here! This I seemed to scream in a shrill, wailing, falsetto voice. Then, I was answered by a long, piercing shriek which burst forth at intervals of but a few seconds. 1 also heard terrible confusion and grind- ing noises. All this time, I was being suffocated by that intense heat. Desperately I kicked out with my bare foot, only to feel a strong hand clasp my foot and — pinch my leg! That was adding insult to injury. What is more, my leg was pinched in a manner which con- vinced me that it was evidently a habit of theirs — to pinch peoples ' legs so cruelly. I was choking with indignation when a deep voice bellowed in my aching ears, Boston next stop, Sah. All out fob Boston! I sat up with a jerk and whacked my head un- kindly on the top of that box. I was positive that I not only burst open my head, but splintered that wooden top and, of course, ruined its extra fine coat of varnish. Oh, bother that old box-top, it was my head that hurt me the most! When my scattered thoughts began to assemble once more, I realized where I was. I was in an upper berth of a train bound for Boston. It was the darkey porter who had pinched me into wake- fulness, thus ending my nightmare wherein I thought myself to be dead and in the land of the Hereafter where it is HOT! As I grumbled down the aisle to the dining car for some breakfast, I vowed I ' d never again eat another extra piece of pie for my evening dessert. Told by a Wrecked Ship By Kenneth L. Collins, S. P. One time men looked on me with pride. As swiftly did I sail. The mighty sea when it was calm — And in its roughest gale. I loved the ocean ' s chuckling voice Beneath my curving prow; I loved the saddened sea gull ' s notes, I loved it all, but now — I lie a storm tossed derelict Upon this wretched shore. Half covered by the trees and grass. To lie for evermore. THE LEDGER [Seventeen THE DEAD MAN WITH THE STRAIGHT FACE Bv Arden Paxgborn I am prematurely aged. The speaker paused and bowed his head. The slanting ra s of the setting sun beamed down upon the long hotel veranda. The gray hair of the story teller caught and held the brilliant golden particles of light. A halo of rufous light surrounded his head, making a crown, recherche and regal. I have paid, he breathed. His face lifted. The sun bathed it with its molten gold. Yes, I have paid, he repeated. For years I have lived with a scorching pain, a tortur- ing dread tearing at my very being. It has searched my soul ; it has borne me with it down to the grave. I am to die. I know it; I can feel it creeping over me — the chill of death. See, he stood upon his feet and pointed over the railing, that little golden hair across the bay. There I spent the happiest and the unhappiest moments of my life. The listeners looked. Far down on the waters a jagged outline reared itself above the level of the bay. The setting sun had also touched this spot with its transparent carmine pigment. A line of red and golden hues — there had been the fulfilling of great promises of great futures, the aspirations of great men, or their breaking; there had been the filling of many a lover ' s cup of joy, of happiness, or of sorrow. The group turned. The man was huddled in his chair. His face was low. They thought that he had fallen asleep, but he, sensing their renewed at- tention, roused himself and spoke in a hollow voice. I will tell you my story, he said. You may not believe. You may be skeptical and laugh at me; nevertheless, I will tell. The time has come. I was just a lad, only eighteen. You will un- derstand. I was madly in love. Marietta, ah! she was beautiful. I loved her as I loved the sun, the moon, the stars; yes, I loved her. She was my mind, my soul, my body. But there was another. Pietro Becucci loved her too. She loved us both. I knew she would choose between us. The whole village knew it. We could do nothing but wait. She told us one day that, if we would give her two months, she would decide. We agreed. The time dragged on. The suspense was unbearable to my young blood. I began to feel my hold slipping. I knew her affections were leaning toward Pietro. I could not bear to see her go to him. The crisis came at last. The night was hot. I could not sleep; I could not lie still. I arose from m - bed and started for a stroll in the moonlight. It was beautiful, the moon, the trees, the world. It filled my heart with music, my step with elasticity. I wandered out past the sleeping village. I fol- lowed the stream flowing under the arched bridge. . . . Satan must have guided the steps of my nocturnal meandering. . . . The man paused once more and drew his hand slowly over his forehead as if to wipe away the clouds that were enveloping and obscuring his brain. He crouched down in his seat again after this vain gesture and continued. I came upon them. It was under a large grape bower that they stood. I saw; they did not. I waited. My emotions bubbled up to the overflow- ing. I was angry; I was jealous. I laid myself down in the tall grass and watched. Pietro said something. Marietta nodded. He took her in his arms; he held her close; he kissed her. It was insufferable. That I had lost Marietta was obvious. However, the seeds of cowardice had been planted within me. The inquietude of my mind drove me to iniquitous, insensate furv. I saw the way out. On his way home that night Pietro was acci- dentally killed by the falling of a huge branch. By the ephod of my father, I knew not what I did! The stigma of my miserable deed, so surrepti- tiously accomplished, did not trouble me then. Marietta mourned for a little while, but in the end I won. She accepted me, and we were mar- ried. I almost forgot my old rival. Seven happy days passed ; then suddenly Mari- etta became ill. Nothing that I could do would cure her. Oh ! that my mind might have had prescience! Every miserable minute presaged tor- ture in the future. The deed I had perpetrated began to prey upon my mind, and there were times when I thought my brain would snap and leave me a hopeless maniac. It didn ' t; I only wish it had. I watched day and night at her bedside. Mv pa. ion did not abate. I did not eat or sleep. I stayed with her continually. She wasted awav. It was after one particularly strenuous day. Never can I forget those few moments of unutter- able horror — mental pain and physical terror. I must have fallen asleep from sheer fatigue, for I awoke with a start. Marietta was standing beside the bed. I hastily remonstrated and started to rush to her side. I found that I could not touch her. A strange, cold, chilh ' force vibrated around her evanescent form. 1 could not penetrate it. Then it came to me. She was no longer mortal. I was horrified. Then she spoke. ' ' ou killed m - lover, ' she accused, ' ' ' ou will live in an agony of untold fears for the rest of our life. ' Her breath was charged with a current, cold, Eighteen] THE LEDGER icy. It stung me. It froze my blood. I recoiled. She laughed sardonically. ' You will swear that you will never tell what you have seen until you lie on your deathbed, ' she commanded. My resistance was futile; I made the vow. Then she took a pace backward, two steps; she vanished. Could I but have had egress from this effete world at that moment! The selfish mob still left might have been better with my ef- facement. I fell in a dead faint. I woke an hour later. The doctor was standing over me. ' She left us several hours ago, ' he said, point- ing to the still, white form upon the bed. Since then I have drifted over the world. Through all my preregrinations people have put me in asylums! They have treatedme in some places as if I were a child or a dotterel, in others as if I were a beast. I was a neophyte to the belief of the preternatural, a fanatic proselytizing to elude my own haunting fears. But always following me was that curse of the dead, the beautiful Marietta. I have been a nonentity. I have lived a living death. I have been afraid of my own shadow. I have paid ; yes, I have paid. The speech trailed off and died. The speaker was silent. Suddenly a shriek rent the air. A form fell, sprawled upon the veranda. A small red pool formed around the head. Women grew hysterical. The sun sank lower in the West. It formed a golden path down the bay. The sky changed swiftly from gold to red, from red to purple, from purple to black. The sun sank behind the thin ribbon of land, far, far down upon the water. The huddled heap stirred. The lips quivered. A man bent over the body and put his ear close to the moving lips. 1 have wooed that which is most repugnant to me, he heard. I have paid, the lips said. I have paid. May the Lord erase the blot from off my soul. The limp body of the story teller lay upon a clean white bed of the traveler ' s fashionable hotel. The house detective had cleared the room and halls of the curious, excitement-seeking guests. The dead man cautiously opened one eye and peered around the room. Suddenly he sat up and wiped a smear of red printer ' s ink from his jaw. I ' ll be darned, he said, if I ' ll tell that story again until the management raises my wages. I ' ll go back to Madrid first, where I can pull a better hoax. This is too mussy, and besides it ' s worth more than five dollars to be a dead man and keep a straight face. Incense By Faye Howe, S. P. When burning incense gently wreaths and curls. And floats in tattered banners in the air. And softly sways in tantalizing swirls. That slowly fade, as I, enchanted, stare; Then wondering thoughts disturb a wayward mind, For life is like the incense, burning slow. In spiraled circles climbing upward, twined, Then disappearing, where, I do not know. Frail vapor like the ghosts of roses dead. It vanishes, but leaves a sweet perfume, And when the vapor of our lives has sped, It, too, leaves echoes in the darkened room. Like silv ' ry cobweb wisps that never cease To leave behind them all-enveloping peace. THE LEDGER { Nineteen DREAM-GIFTS By Siegfried Rosen, S. P. I overheard the fairies tell The secret of the Dreams, And now I know where visions dwell And why a vision gleams. From out the natural vorId they take The things that strike man ' s eye When man and soul and fancy make A kingdom of a sky. The golden leaves that whirl in glee Along the tree-lined street, And dance and swirl and flit and flee On light, gay, fairy feet. Are swept about before a broom By magic made — unseen. That makes dropt leaves with splendor bloom- Fit gems for any queen. Next come the hidden sylvan pools, The mirrors of life lost, That radiate the perfect jewels Of forest, still or tossed. Like airy glass (so fine and pure It seems as if ' twere spun). Lusters at each color ' s lure Till colors tinge in one. Then come the flowers and the trees, The glamour of the sea, The song of birds, the hum of bees, The world of Nature free. These things the sprites so lightly blend With charm and song and dance Into the gift they later send To men of inner glance. Over the whole they throw a haze, A mist, half-gray, half-clear. That makes the viewer see the maze As parts far off, and near. And a mysterious melody. As minstrels may have sought To lull and melt some listless lea. Is in this mixture wrought. They sprinkle perfume o ' er the mass To make it haunt the mind, A sweet soft myrrh that seems to pass And steal and curl and wind. And soon the gift is never seen. Nor where by fairies made; But it is hidden whole and green In man where it has strayed. I overheard the fairies tell The secret of the Dreams; And now I know where visions dwell And why a vision gleams. The Lights of the City By Faye Howe, S. P. The lights of the city glimmer Through the veil of night. Growing bright, then dimmer. The lights of the city glimmer. Like shaken opals shimmer. Growing dim, then bright. The lights of the city glimmer Through the veil of night. T2ve i y] THE LEDGER A TRAGEDY OF THE PRAIRIES By Katherine Sawatsky On the destitute Canadian prairies lay a blinding blanket of ice-crusted snow. October had come, ushering in cruel old man Winter with his cold breath and frosted talons. The follower of Autumn had passed, touched, and left Rosenort on the Bergthal prairie, as trans- formed and silent as if Winter ' s hand had rocked the village to sleep. Heavy gray columns of smoke curled upwards from big square chimneys set on straw-thatched roofs, and ascended to the grayish, storm-forboding sky above. Out on the crisp air tinkling sleigh bells mingled with the deep toll of the church bell, for it was Sunday morning. The shouting and laughter of the children pealed out as the villagers of this quaint Russian-German col- ony flocked to church in their Sunday best. Blue- eyed, rosy-cheeked young girls, wearing long black skirts, black jackets and black shawls, gaily trooped into the old church. S waggering swains, sporting new suits and new fur coats, cast bold glances upon the blushing damsels. On this particular morning Barbara Kernellson, her father, an elder, and Henri Adrian, Barbara ' s fiance, were traveling swiftly over the hard packed road, the jingling bells on Nell and Beauty pro- claiming the approach of the trio. When they ar- rived they found that a group of men had gathered around the church door to discuss the prophecy of the old silver-haired hermit. Ohm Youn. As Henri unhitched the horses and tied them to the posts in the stable, the elder and his daughter stayed to hear the last part of the discussion. Look here! exclaimed Petro Petrovich, the small storekeeper. Maybe you don ' t believe that when Youn says there will be a blizzard, there will be one. Has Youn lived on the prairies seventy years for nothing? I tell you, he is right! Be still, Petro. We shall see what will happen. For my part I believe Youn, for it was he who saved my crops last year, by prophecy. The last speaker, a tall, bluff fellow, turned from the group and entered the church. This confident speech did not daunt Yucob Evan- ovitch, the most handsome and cocksure young man in Rosenort. Come, Petro, he retorted. I ' m willing to wager my best horse, Callio, that there will be no blizzard today. Why, see here. All the weather signs foretell clear, cold days, and not blizzards. Youn talks, but does he know? Indeed, he knows, came the quiet voice of Henri who had returned from the hitching posts. You and your friends, Yucob, have jeered too often at Youn ' s prophecies, but you never remem- ber that most of them have come true. The toll of the last bell interrupted the argu- ment. The elder entered the church and the rest followed, full of doubts as to the future. The Sun- day routine began and went on as usual. The elder wearily droned out his dull speech on Jonah and the whale. Petro fell asleep and began to fnore loudly, much to the dismay of his wife, who vainly prodded him in his side with her hymn book. Children began to whimper and fidget as the seem- ingly endless sermon was being expounded. In fact, attention was being given to everything except the elder ' s carefully prepared oration. Kernellson had just completed the explanation of his text when a noise, like a thousand demons let loose, arose outside. Petro woke up and gazed with sleepy eyes at the windows nearest him. He rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm to see if he were awake or just dreaming. But he was not dreaming. The proph- ecied blizzard had at last descended upon the village in all its pent-up fury. The elder stopped speak- ing, for his weak voice could not be heard above the din and roar outside. Yucob paled, glanced about shiftily, and rose to go; but Henri stopped him. No, Yucob, he said. You are going to see this through, and when it is over Callio will be Petro ' s. Yucob turned red, and then white. The experi- ence of defeat was fearfully strange to him, who had always had his own way. He did not seem to comprehend the full significance of the situation. Turning away from the steady gaze of Henri ' s steel gray eyes, he sat down, afraid to do otherwise. Six dreary hours, prolonged beyond endurance, passed. No man dared venture out, for each knew the danger that waited outside the double-barred door. Everyone in that small room waited with strained anxiety for the end of the storm. But when no end came, Henri volunteered, in spite of the danger, to go to the nearest home for food. At once preparations began. Ropes that had been cast aside as useless by the elder were tied end upon end and fastened to Henri, who was then to go out and hitch the horses to the elder ' s sleigh. As he was about to open the door, Henri turned and fixed Yucob with a challenging stare. I ' ll dare you to go with me, Yucob, he called out. Yucob looked up with hatred and fear gleaming in his eyes. He dared not refuse. (Continued on Pape 46) THE LEDGER [Tivenly- ' ine THE TWO SUITS By pRANCliS ROSKNFELD I must go, I really can ' t stay away, T must, I must, I must go, I just have to go. These were the thoughts that were racing through Allan Briggs ' head as he sat absently gazing at the telephone whose receiver he had just hung up. This was Friday night and he had had a call from the cleaners, informing him that because of an error, his tuxedo could not be finished until Mon- day morning. Alice ' s party was coming off to- morrow night ; he had accepted her invitation as guest of honor; and it was impossible for him to back out now, without a minute ' s notice to Alice. After sitting and brooding for about five minutes he got up, walked to his closet, examined all his suits, but decided that none would fit the occasion. He listlessly walked about awhile and then decided to walk over to his chum ' s house — only to find that Bob was not in. But his mother was there and as Allan and Mrs. Neilan were very good friends he sat down to talk to her, and before very long he found himself pouring out his trouble. After hearing the story Mrs. Neilan sat per- plexed for a moment and then said, Why couldn ' t you wear your brother ' s suit, Allan? I never thought of that, answered he; by George, that ' s just what I ' ll do. With this thought in mind he hurried home and tried on Phil ' s suit and though it was not a perfect fit, it was passable. Saturday night finally came. Allan donned Phil ' s suit, and left for the party without a word to any one. About five minutes later Phil rushed into the house, only stopping long enough to tell his mother that he was going to dress and go to that formal dance he was invited to. He went to his room to get his suit, but to his surprise it was not to be found. After searching awhile he called for his mother ' s assi stance, and they both looked, but to no avail. Then Phil said, Mother, do you think Allan ' s would do ' Oh! exclaimed Mrs. Briggs, I sent Allan ' s suit to the cleaners and it has not been returned yet ; Allan must have worn yours, for he went to Alice ' s party. Phil on hearing this immediately left the house, took his car, and hurried to Alice ' s home. He went into the house and asked to speak to Allan. Have you got m ' suit on? Phil asked. Yes, answered Allan. Well, I ' m sorry, old man, but the suit will have to come off. But, Phil, I can ' t give it to you now. I must see this thing through. Can ' t you see how impos- sible this is? I ' m sorry, but I must have my suit. All right, then ; I ' ll go and excuse myself. Allan entered the room and walked over to Alice to offer an apology as he must leave at once. Un- fortunately, there was a crowd of boys and girls around her, but he had to do it and so he mustered up enough courage, walked up to the crowd and started to talk. Just then he felt someone shaking him ; he opened his eyes and found his mother at his bedside telling him that it was already eight o ' clock. Thank goodness, it was only a dream, mur- mured Allan. Autumn Leaves By Kenneth Collins, S. P. Little gorgeous autumn flowers, Like spun gold ; Falling down in brilliant showers, Wealth untold. Slowly swinging, quickly leaping, Down you go. Very soon now you ' ll be sleeping ' Neath the snow. Twenty-two THE LEDGER The Song of the Willow Branches By Siegfried Rosen, S. P. (First Prize Foein) Wearied heads and wistful boughs, Dipping in the dreamy trail ; Bowing branches, bending limbs, Drooping in a drowsy wail; Nodding, nursing, listening, still ; Bleeding in a broken plea. Sobs the silvery Willow Tree. Blasted blossoms, weighted leaves. Heavy in the deadened air; Gre ish twigs and lazy stalks, Leaning in a lifeless stare; Lost in soothing slumber soft. Sunken in Eternity, Sleeps the weeping Willow Tree. Trickling waters, silken streams; Gliding, gleaming, lithe and low, Loitering through a listless lane. Lisping, stirring, leisured flow; Rippling by the fluttered boughs; Crooned and lulled in crowded glee, Nods the breathing Willow Tree. Wafted sighs and wilted leaves, Drifting on the fitful floss; Whitened lily, languid twig, Drooping over dolorous moss ; Blooming buds and beryl growth. Touching, twining branches, free. Float beneath the Willow Tree. THE LEDGER {Twenty-three Portland By LUCILE DODSON, S. P. From wiiidbluwii heights above the noisy din And feverish, pulsing temper of her streets Where Life is surging billows, throbs and beats, I watch soft-fingered night come stealing in To heal with velvet touch the wounds of day. Lights twinkle, fade, and glimmer eerily — Like dusky stars lost in a midnight sea. Wan lights that glow, and glowing, die away. A lo ely, glittering creature, steeped in pride, Breaker of dreams and lavish giver of gifts. Who gently stoops to one and gently lifts. Breaking another to be cast aside; Alluring, mystic, holding in her hand The best and worst in life which men demand. Shadows By Fave Howe, S. P. Like flick ' ring shadows that so harshly fall In wa ' ring, pointed tongues of ebon black. That disappear and come as quickly back To dance in glee upon the dead-white wall, Is measuring, weighing life, whose great blank page Reflects, like surface of a shallow pool, The actions of a sage, the antics of a fool, Existing on this earth from age to age. But unlike shifting shadows, life ' s dark deeds Are graven in black words upon the wall, That stand, unchanging through the countless )ears, Though sinners endlessly tell strands of beads. The deed is done, whatever may befall ; The words unworn, though washed by showers of tears. I To a Wood Lily By Doris Wilson, S. P. In darkest wood with tallest trees With one gold spot of sunlight on your face, What kind of woodland flower are you Among these ferns of hazy pale green lace? ' our cold white face, with pale blue veins, Areaching toward that bit of blue up there; What ancient princess, say, art thou Turned by a witch into a flower so rare? 1 fa!n would pluck you, blossom fair, But if I did you ' d wither and would fade, I ' ll leave you in your spot of sun So vou may brighten this dark wooded glade. Worshippers By Siegfried Rosen, S. P. Deep through the stifled melancholy air Of evening, sobered by the death of light. There comes the sound of wearied souls in praver And echoes of the answering voice of Night. While droning darkness droops its heavy pall About the stilled symbolic shrine of God, The p ' eadings of the kneeling mourners fall Lfpon the ears of those who passing plod. And as I pass, I bow my head in awe Of both the Master and my fellow man, And drop a tear before the spirit ' s law. For kindred souls make all the world one clan. So thus I stand before the open door. Outside, a silent worshipper the more. I F By Doris Wilson, S. P. ( A pologies tcj Kif ling) If you can bob your hair, when all about you. Girls are growing their ' s and giving you laugh ; If when skirts are worn down to the ankles You can wear your ' s around your calf; If you can paint and never spoil the picture; If you can talk and never say a thing; If you can do all this and never grumble, You ' ll be some flapper soon, old thing. If you can dream, and not wake up till noontide; the If you can make your thoughts all land the game; If you can talk to reform maniacs And make those witty words all have an aim ; If you can bear to hear the slang you ' ve spoken. Used by fools who wish to shine ; If you can do all this and never grumble, You ' ll be a flapper too, some time. Twenty-fourl THE LEDGER R. F. D. No. 3 or 1945 Broadway By Kenneth Richards, S. P. The country is the only place to live — So say some. They speak of its Limitless, Impressive, Grandly heautiful expanse of mother earth in all her moods — Sharp, angry, jagged cliffs, Low, soft, green fields. Gay, laughing, happy brooks — To them, the country is the only place to live. There are those who say the city is the only place — They know its Massive, Stately, Inspiring temples, builded to the Gods of Industry. The slamming, jamming, rushing traffic. The jostling, bustling, crowded walks, The glitter and glare of gay night life — The city life may sound sordid to those who have not lived it, But we whose keenest joy is in the rumble of heavy traffic, Love it. Along the Road By Siegfried Rosen, S. P. I have seen a beggar ' s eyes Of wistful and beseeching grey ; I have seen a beggar rise, Only to stumble on his way. I have seen a beggar ' s face Of sunken eye and hollow cheek ; I have seen a beggar ' s grace For fear he once should plaintive speak. I have heard a beggar pray With quaking cough and broken prayer; I have heard a beggar ' s nay To proffered alms from poor who care. I have seen a beggar bend Before another humble one; I have seen a beggar lend His gain to foes who had not won. And I have seen a beggar creep Along the endless silent way ; And I have seen him stop to weep. And turn and vanish with the day. Mt. Hood By Mary Reinis Out of the realms of old Willamette, Over its valley ' s broad expanse, Emerges the monarch of the mountains, Supreme in his power of romance — Mt. Hood, the guardian of ages. Full-formed, majestic, and proud; Sun-kissed, he is sung by the sages. While the twilight enrobes him in clouds. Old mountain, imperial, triumphant, So calm, so peaceful, and free, Shoulder the cares of us mortals, Who constantly look up to thee — Take all our woes and our sorrows, Bury them deep in your glacial rent, Breathe back thy spirit of calm strength and power, And fill all our hearts with content. THE LEDGER [Tweiily-five 4 ROW 1— ROW 3— Kenneth Collins - Poetry Sam Fui.lman Josli Gladys Stierle - Typing William Farreli.y Athletics Geraldine Ball John Works Class Committee Athletics Faye Howe Siegfried Rosen Managing Editor Stories ROW 2— Evelyn White Class Committee ROW -4— Alec Riback Helen Van Alstine Walter Kassebaum Florence Reichle Helen Lobb Class Circulation Typing Committee Typing Activities Frances Casale Robert Hanson Agnes Peterson Louise Brown Senior Committee Advertising Personals Josh THE LEDGER [Twenty-seven FOOTBALL ' 2 4 Excelsior, ever upwards, is the motto of Com- merce football players. This is proved by the fact that the football team this year was far better than any other team that has ever represented the Green and Gold. Six of our men were chosen for positions on all-star first teams. Captain Harry Schneider- man was, for the third time, selected as center on the mythical eleven, while Panfjborn and Natrel landed berths as tackles. Clark copped an end po- sition, and Cheney and Low cinched places at left half and fullback respectively. Too much praise cannot be given to every man on the squad, from the Captain to the last sub. Although the latter had not much chance to win fame on the field, they were the boys who made the first team possible, and are the ones to whom we look for victory next year. Maxwell Allara and Maurice Goldfoot also deserve praise for the management of the team this year. These boys ha e spent much of their time out of school, and in school as well, working for the team. This is the fourth year that Coach Williams has been with us, and every student is hoping that he will coach the boys to victory next year. Largely because of the formidable elevens that Coach Wil- liams has turned out during these four years at Commerce, the popularity and enrollment of the school has nearly doubled. The loyalty of the boys to Mr. Williams has increased each year and to lose him now would be a calamity indeed. SCORES Commerce 6 Commerce 7 Commerce 28 Commerce 13 Commerce 14 Commerce 6 Commerce 7 Commerce 12 Commerce 7 Centralia .. Chemawa Benson Jefferson 3 Lincoln 14 Franklin Roosevelt 10 Washington . Lincoln 25 Twenty-eight THE LEDGER COACH WILLIAMS Coach Williams as sculptor is keen, Of men — not mere statues — I mean. He took clay in the rough, Which was ver} ' tough stuff, And moulded it into a team. CAPTAIN HARRY SCHNEIDERMAN Now Schneiderman ' s one who will win ; To the fat guys he ' s meaner than sin ; His passes are good When he feels in the mood. And his war whoop is Boys, let ' s dig in — ! ELMER LINCOLN Now Lincoln has sure come to stay. His philosophy shows in his play, When he sneaks through the line — Gee! Oh Boy! It is fine; He will fight until we win the day. FRED BRENNAN Fred Brennan ' s the chap with the nose, It pursues him wherever he goes, Though four times it ' s heen hashed, Yet his pep is not dashed ; He is game from his crown to his toes. RICHARD HARRISON Now Tiny ' s so skinny and small He is almost obscured by the ball; When he gets in the crowd. He must yell long and loud, So they ' ll know he is in there at all. THE DIELSCHNEIDERS Two famous footballers — Dielschneider, Were as fierce as a horse without rider, But they say that in class They both met the same lass Who was a regular Dielschneider subsider. ARDEN FANGBORN Arden Pangborn is stately and tall ; All the freshies for him seem to fall. In his white sweater dressed He is one of the best. And he is quite a whiz with the ball. JOHN NAGEL There was once a felk)w called Nagel, Who was trained to the game from the cradle. When the linesman felt blue They would shout out Haloo! Oh Louis, for Nagel please cable. PHILIP CLARK Phil Clark is a lad we may cheer ; He can throw both a ball and a steer. When he takes the left end, You can see the line bend. Oh yes! Phil plays the game, never fear. EDWIN GRONQUIST Ed Gronquist, called Blondie or Swede , Is a man we are going to need. When a pass he doth snatch, You will scarce meet his match. This Swede will keep us in the lead. THE L E D G E R [Tti ' enty-nine JAMES MILAN Jim Milan, a hero is he, Because he plays football, you see. He plays the right end. Which makes people send Carnations and cake for his tea. CARL BEAUDRV Carl Beaudry dodges and blocks. Side steps, kicks, sprints, and talks, He will roast his opponent, And then for a moment Will turn round and pull up his socks. SAM KRAVETZ Kravetz is a hand young chap ; In the line he will fill any gap. He plays center and half With the same cheery laugh ; Ves, there ' s always a grin on his map. WILLIAAI CALLAN Bill Callan is no idle dream; To the girls he ' s peaches and cream. When he catches the ball How we yell one and all, For he sure is the brains of the team! JOHN LOW Ha e you heard of a player ike Lc He goes when he can ' t see where to go! He hits the line hard Through tackle and guard. He ' s a bomb, nothing less, Johnny Low. DE LOSS PETERSON Old Pete bucks the line like old Hades, As a star he outshines the Pleiades, But it ' s all of it bluff, AVhen they hand you this stuff. That he ' s a lion with the ladies. DON McLEOD Have you heard of oung Midnight McLeod? He ' s a popular man with the crowd. He makes an appearance AVith good interference ; Some da ' of AIcLeod we ' ll be proud. EDWARD CHENEY Ed Cheney ' s made manv a goal. And hfs manners are simply top-hole; When he steps on the gas, He just shoots through the mass Like a meteor out for a stroll. ABE BERLOW Abe Berlow has taken to cussing. Because he has done so much fussing. His girl threw him down; Now he hates the whole town. So that is the reason Abe ' s cussing. ELI GREENWOOD Greenwood is a tall slender guy. Not so green as his name would imply, And his game it is good, P or his head ' s not of wood, Although Greenwood ' s the name he goes by. (Continued on Paire 42) Thirty THE LEDGER THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME If ever a team was ready to go into a game that team was, emphatically stated Coach Williams in referring to the Commerce eleven that went down to defeat at the hands of Lincoln. We know from this that there is to be no alibi. It would be useless to tell in detail just what happened when the fighting Commerce gridsters lost a heartrending 25 to 7 fray with Lincoln. Why tell the story over again when you were there? We saw you sitting in the grandstand rooting for the fellows, doing your part in the battle. At the start of the game, during the first quarter. Commerce more than held its own. Low had the better of a punting duel with his Lincoln opponent. A thing remarkable was the stand that Commerce made on its three-yard mark in the second quarter. After the smashing, tearing Railsplitter backfield, functioning like a mighty piledriver, had forced the Green back to this dangerous position the latter rallied and held three times in a row. Just when it seemed that no score would be made the Lincoln- ites barely shoved over the line. Then came the thing that demoralized the Emer- ald machine. With about ten seconds remaining before the close of the first half Lincoln scored again on a long pass over the goal. It wasn ' t the Commerce team that we knew that played through the greatest part of the second half. Only flashes of its old form were apparent. A break of the game gave Lincoln its third touchdown. Three minutes after this tally the Red demons staged an 80-yard march for another touchdown. Then Commerce showed some of the old-time fight, the irresistible spirit that had made it a cham- pionship contender. Defeat was unavoidable but the fighting Green did not quit. A brilliant pass- ing attack, with the ball hurtling through the air time after time, was resorted to by the Commerce men. From the Lincoln six-yard line, where the ball had been advanced by the aerial warfare, it was forced over the Railsplitter goal by line smash- ing. In the last few short minutes that remained Commerce kept up its fighting attack. It ' s all over now. We did not win the championship, but we tried. We have bettered our standing in the eyes of the other high schools and in the eyes of the public. We haven ' t lost anything ; we have gained a reputation that next year ' s squad will have to fight to uphold. Invictus By William Ernest Henley ■ ' Out of the night that covers me. Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And } ' et the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate ; I am the captain of my soul. Thirty-six] THE LEDGER THE BLOTTER The big newspapers of today do more than just publish a paper. They try to come closer to their readers, the public. That is why they conduct spell- ing bees and offer trophies to high school athletic teams. Of course they benefit from this in many ways. The Blotter, Commerce ' s weekly paper, has done more than just publish a paper. It has backed everything the school has tried to do. Then it has done things on its own incentive. Term by term The Blotter is growing bigger and bigger. From experience of past staffs the editors are able to print more of what the students want. Unprejudiced, boosting, and growing, is this paper of the students, by the students, and for the stu- dents . THE LEDGER [Thirty-seven I ;1 liSisiSMagaffiffiiffiaMi THE NEW POOR Presented b ' the Januar ' ' 25 Class. Dramatis Personae. Grand Duke Arden Pangborn Ven will ou stop calling ze daughter of zis house b their front name? Count Ivan __ Victor Francone And I ' a e an earl - date with Betty in the rose garden. Prince Vladimir Fred McKeen And my Connie will look like ze angel. Princess Irina Irene La Rouche More cupses, please. Leland Wellby Morley Fletcher 1 ou called me Leland. Miller Gutteridge Alec Riback No, thank you, nothing wrong with my heart. Mrs. Wellby Vera Mitchell I am helpless, shattered! Oh! Alice Wellby Anna Weiner Boris, my Boris. Constance Wellby Loretta Jazowick Oooh! I ' m not the girl I used to be. Betty Wellby Thelma Gessell All you have to do is to affix the red seal. Mary Maudsley Anna Hana But now let ' s face the situation. Kark O ' Farrell Philip Clark ou ' re slipper} ' enough to be from Greece. Prompt ress Elma Gessell Talk a little bit louder please! Thirty-eight THE LEDGER SOROSIS SOCIETY Place: Room 4. Time: 3:00. Subject: This term ' s accomplishments. Characters: Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Sorosis. Alpha: Well, Beta, what have you accom- plished this term? Beta: lie have had a very successful term, so far. We have a good adviser, and a splendid sjroup of officers. Every sale that we have had this term has been a success, and also our tea party, out in the art room, seemed to make a very good impres- sion. The initiation of the new members was suc- cessful and we believe our new members are splendid girls, ready and eager to work. Alpha: Well, that seems to be a good record. Beta, and of course, you did your share to make the Freshman Frolic and the Vaudeville a success. Gamma, what did you do this term? This is your first appearance in The High School of Commerce, is it not? Gamma: Yes, this is my first appearance and I have had a busy time of it. First, we elected our officers and chose Miss Davis for our adviser. We have a lively group of girls, who did a great deal toward making the Freshman Frolic, the Vaude- ville, and other occasions of like nature a success. Next term we expect to be busier than ever. Alpha: I think that the Sorosis Society as a whole, has been doing very splendid work, indeed. I know that my society has been steadily increasing in efficiency this term. I am the oldest member of the society and next term, and all the terms follow- ing that, I expect some great things from the So- rosis Society of The High School of Commerce. Let us have for our motto : Work together for success. Well, good-bye until the next meeting. Other Two: Good-by, Alpha. EL ESACOMO The ambition of the advanced Spanish students was realized when El Esacomo was organized at the beginning of the term. This club is for the purpose of promoting a general interest in Spanish, and encouraging its members to speak the language. The social side of the club is not neglected as at the initiation of new members a tea was given in their honor. At the first meeting, the follo ing officers were elected : President . . Heloise Selby Vice President ....Emma Mittelstedt Secretary Helen Clous Treasurer Thelma Hedges Miss Black is the adviser, and under her super- vision the club is sure of success. SILVER PENCIL Stenographers are not supposed To understand the art Of writing prose or poetry That stirs the mind and heart. But stenographers of Commerce are Exceptions to the rule. They ' ve formed a Silver Pencil Club That meets within the school. Our president is Miss Faye Howe, Earl Henry scribbles notes, G. Ball writes up our articles, And Duane H. takes the votes. HI-Y CLUB President Sam Fullman called the meeting to order and informed Phil Clark, sergeant at arms, to keep Ed Cheney and Orville Buckner quiet. Members who had not been initiated were told to step out while some of the wise old members like George White and Fred McKeen made plans for an initiation party to be held at the home of Mr. W. A. Eliot, club adviser. The initiation was to be conducted by Ray Dielschneider, Phil Clark, Harold Miller, Earl W. Henry, Glenn Martin and Morley Fletcher, who in turn were to be initiated by George Goss, Maxwell Allara, William Far- relly, Elmer Lincoln, John Yaeger, Axel Pearson and Arthur Bish. Then the debate started. Members rose to the floor so often that Louis Dielschneider, secretary, had to call time out in order to keep up the minutes in shorthand. At this point Harry Schneiderman came in and tried to vote on a measure that had passed. Arden Pangborn still bemoans the fact that he was unable to attend that hectic meeting. Fred Bren- nan, after playing the boys for all the parliamentary law they knew, withdrew all his motions. Results: Two measures passed; the same two thrown in the waste basket; the identical ones again passed, and arguments that haven ' t been finished yet. The meeting adjourned with peace restored. t t  LEMON C During the early part of the term the Order of the Lemon C did not hold its weekly meetings. IVIost of the lettermen are members of the foot- ball team, and the ' neglected their meetings so that every possible moment could be de oted to the grid- iron sport. The fact that a person is a letterman shows his willingness to sacrifice his time and energy for the glory of his school. The lettermen are the ones who put their school on the map by winning games. H it were not for the Commerce lettermen our school would not be leading the list in all activities. iaiiarietaciLa: .!■•,: txtinr- t r.-Ki j u3tti£bA m 1--;: Hi Y oilv r Pencil Club sacamo Foriy-iwo] THE LEDGER a joy! HARRY BERG Berg is a nice quiet boy, Like his cousin he ' s quite shy But he just loves to play; In the midst of the fray, He ' s no iceberg at all — he ' NORMAN FONES Know ye of young Norman Fones, So graceful in flesh and in bones? Next year he plays end And flowers they will send. He ' s why all the girls leave their homes. MORRIS KANE Here ' s Kane whom the girls all adore But he thinks they ' re a bit of a bore. When the girls try to vamp, He will quickly decamp With, I think I ' ll go study some more. HAROLD HAINS There was a young fellow called Hains, Who had plenty of real gilt edged brains, He was popular, yes! But I here must confess With iiere studies he ' d never take pains. JAMES GILLIAM Now Gilliam is fond of the Muse, He neither smokes, spits, swears, nor chews. And his friends say of him, Sure we all like old Jim, For he never gets fits of the blues. (Continued frcm Page 29) AXEL PEARSON Now Pearson knows all about sports -oy; He gets on with all kinds and all sorts, And his parents will te ' l That his work is done well For he brings home some dandy reports. EARL CRANSTON When Dorothy first saw this Earl He was out with a cute little girl; When the Earl saw her smile He approved of her style And said, Me for the girl with the BEN GULICK Ben Gulick is one of our bunch. He plays with a good deal of punch. He put pep in his play And I ' ve heard them all say He never is tardy for lunch. CECIL ACKLEY In the studio Cecil doth shine, At ball he plays the end of the line, But at playing or posing, There is no supposing. He o ' ershadows Apollo divine. ALEC RIBACK Al Riback is somewhat precocious And his frown it is atrocious. If Jack Dempsey were here He would tremble with fear At Riback when he looks ferocious. rl. THE GOLD DUST TWINS Let ' s turn to the Pep Brothers now. Gee! Ain ' t they the Bull Dog ' s bow-w( When they lead in a yell. Oh Boy ! ain ' t it swell ? They ' re the cat ' s most melodious Meow. A Great Old Game ' Fhe cheers are ecstatic, immense, and emphatic When Low puts over a punt. While up in the bleachers the clamoring creatures Are wildly applauding the stunt. The end ' s drawing nigh — the score ' s at a tie — We stand in excited suspense. When Gyp grabs the ball, and, regardless of all. Dives through the opponent ' s defense. Our heroes are lauded, tliey are loudly applauded, Fhe taste of our victory is sweet ; We hold a big rally, while down the back allev Our rivals slink off in defeat. Olga McNab. The June ' 25 Class The June ' 25 Class has at last put itself into the limelight. For a long time its members have been looking forward to its organization. After Mr. Elton gave the pupils an idea of the work to be done, they proceeded to elect the class officers at their second meeting. Helen Lobb, president, suc- ceeded Harold Petke, the temporary chairman. The other officers elected are: Maxwell Allara, vice president; Harold Parmele, secretary; Helen Mvers, treasurer; Victor Francone, sergeant at arms, and Harriett Hay, editor. The class seems to be a happy, cooperative eroup of busy bodies. There are fifty-seven members, and others will be added to the list when they are sure of their credits. THE LEDGER [Forty-three C. H. S. Banquet Menu Each to Ills oivii liiste RELISHES Candied Peaches — Eve ' yn Bi)od and Irene Jensen Sour Pickles — Morris Kane FRUIT COCKTAIL Ingredients: Orange — Lorctta Ja;:o ' ick Pear — Vera Mitchell Flavoring — Lemon C Cherrv on top — Marjorie Hawkes ENTREES Duck — William Farrelly Chicken — Lillian Morrison Turkey — John Works Spare Ribs — Charles Croft Scrambled Brains — Sam Kravetz Tongue (hard boiled) — A. Pangborn SALAD Shrimp — Shorty Taylor Lobster — Alec Riback Combination — Senior Boys and Freshman Girls Shamrock — Mr. Murphy DESSERTS Date Pudding — Don McLeod Spice Cake — Irene LaRouche Stewed Prunes — Robert Hanson Raspberries — Siamese Twins Crackers — Victor Francone Grape Juice — Alexander Jue NUTS All of us SWEETS Harold Miller — Irene Williams Does Johnny Low use Room 10 for an alarm clock so he can boast of all the girls who call him? Fred: Eunice says she expects to marry the best man on earth. Ray: That ' s tough, old man. AVhen did she break her engagement with you? ] Larjorie: What does a bank cashier do? Margaret : That would be telling. Max: Why so gloomy, old top? Ed : My room-mate ' s going riding in my Ford. ] Iax: Why that shouldn ' t make you blue. Ed: No, but he ' s wearing my suit and coat. Max: But man, you ha e the one you are wearing. Ed: ' V ' ca, but my monei, is in the other suit. Max: Well, if that ' s hat ' s worrying you, why, here ' s five. Ed: ' Darn it, you rumm. , he ' s got my girl out with him. — Ex. Popular Music Charley. My Boy Charles Goldfoot Hard Hearted Hannah Florence Bass Dreamer of Dreams . Kenneth Collins You ' re Eyes Have Told Me So Edythe Rose Memory Lane From Room to Office Oh. Peter. ' Delos Peterson Loralile Eyes Duane Hennesey Can ' t Get the Sweetie I If ant Amy Booth ' Just Wild About «rry. Female Football Fans I ' ve Been a Fool Harold Benson Big Boy Tiny Harrison Stumbling Nathan Campf Siveet Little You Don McLeod Jl ' ish I Knew Lena Tarshis When Shall If ' e Meet Again ' ! Ruth and Johnny Can You Feature: Edythe Rose if she ne er said, My Dad told me — ! Richard Allen without his gum? Eli Greenwood without his big feet? Thelma Stewart with black hair? Charles Croft vith a pomp? Sam Kravetz standing at attention? Howard Wilson in high-water trousers? Ed Cheney minus his illuminating grin? Bethel Byrne if she never whispered? Eugene Cazone idling away valuable time? Werner Raz never arguing politics? Loretta Jazowick agreeing with the mightv Pangborn? Sigfried Rosen writing comedies ' Swede Hanson acting like E. McCauley? John Nagel with straight hair? Tiny Harrison as a human skeleton? Edna Nelson without Vera Norvell ? John Low never tardy? Pete Peterson with drooping black eyelashes? Miss Harrington: In what battle did Gen. Wolfe, when hearing of victory, cr -, ' I die happv ' ? Sam Kra etz: I think it was his last battle. Lucile B. : Which side are ou going to root for in the game? Bethel Byrne: How in the world can I tell until I know whether or not I ' m going with ' Fed or Jack? Mrs. Barger: Howard, you are always behind in your work. H. Wilson: Well, you see, ma ' am, it gives me a chance to pursue it. R. Hanson: ALa, do I ha e to wash m face? Mrs. Hanson: Certainly! R. H.: Aw, why can ' t I powder it like you do yours? Forty-four] THE LEDGER List of Advertisers id S i American Laundry McDougall-Conn Music Co. A. W. Schmale Book Shop Meier Frank Co. Bank of California Montgomery Delicatessen Ben Selling Mrs. Feinberg Daughters Broadway Towel Supply C 0. Niklas Son Carl Greve Northwestern National Bank Chappell ' s Flower Shop Nott ' s Sweet Shop Chas. F. Berg Olds, Wortman King Chown Hardware Co. Oregon Agricultural College D. Perry Evans Pacific Stationery Printing Co. Davies Studio Palm Grocery Dimm Sons Paul Singh G. W. Gelvin Peacock Jewelers H M Sign Service Roberts Bros. Henrv Thiele S. D. Star Hibernia Commercial Sav ■ Seiberling-Lucas Music Co. Bank Sherman, Clay Co. Hicks-Chatten Engraving C Q_ Spalding Bros. Honevman Hardware Co. Staples, the Jeweler Howe Studios H land ' s Book Store J. C. Kahn J. K. Gill Co. The French Bakery The Hazelwoods United States National Bank University of Oregon Van Gorder ' s Delikatessen Knight Shoe Co. West Coast Shoe Co. Lipman, Wolfe Co. Wholesale Typewriter Co. Lowey Co. Willamette Printing Co. Maus Drug Store William Tansing •■..•..•..•..«.. .. ..«..«..«..l THE LEDGER [Forty-five Davies ' Studio January ' 25 Class Photographer Special Discount to Students 107 BVoadway, Portland, Oregon Forty-six THE LEDGER Buy Your Shoes Where Your DOLLAR Goes Further Yours for Service and Style West Coast Shoe Co. 112 FOURTH STREET - ••••••••••••••••••■••••••••••■•••••••••••b- ' - ' . COMPLIMENTS NOTT ' S SWEET SHOP BROADWAY and HARRISON ' Good Clean Eats ' The Store That Undersells Because It Sells for Cash Annual January Clearance Sale Now in Progress Tragedy of the Prairies (Continued from Pag:3 20) For twenty minutes after the young men ' s de- parture, the bh ' zzard raged, and then a calmness prevailed that startled the occupants of the church. As those nearest the doors flung them open, a huge pile of snow fell on the threshold. Through the open doors could be seen vast drifts of snow, some five and some ten feet high. A pale moon, sur- rounded b ' a myriad of stars, shone from the clear sk ' . Far out on the still night came the faint howls of a frenzied pack of coyotes. Petro put on a pair of snow-shoes and climbed out upon the high drift near the door, to look around. Suddenly he gave a shrill exclamation. Obeying his summons the other men strapped on their skiis and joined Petro. There not more than fifty yards away and about twenty yards apart were two indistinguishable ob- jects. Petro, thinking of Henri, hurriedly skied towards the mysterious blotches, calling to the rest to follow. One glance at the tragic scene sufficed. The whole mystery lay before them as plain as though it had been told to them. One dark object turned out to be calm, faithful Henri, still alive through some miracle, lying face downward upon the elder ' s sleigh. The sleigh was turned in the direction away from the church. The second object was Yucob, and Nell, the elder ' s most beautiful horse, both dead. Poor Nell lay stretched out, her head turned in the direction of the church. I woke to look upon a face Silent, white, and cold. Oh, friend, the agony I felt Can never half be told. We ' d lived together but a year, Too soon, it seemed, to see Those gentle hands outstretched and still. That toiled so hard for me, My waking thoughts had been for one Who now to sleep had dropped ; ' Twas hard to realize, oh, friend, My Ingersoll had stopped! — Ex. ROBERTS BROS. Reduced Prices in Every Section of the Store The French Bakery Geinuiie ireiicli Iheiid ami RoHs J. MAVI.IE, Prop. Phone Main 5913 407 Sixth St. f ■••••• THE LEDGER [F ' rt y- fveit Hash Mildred went West with Helen who brought Bud a Long. They rode in Earl ' s Henry. Upon seeing Geraldine play Ball, Edythe Rose and someone got out, and Faye asked Howe Sylvan would Halperin. Next thing we heard Amy had purchased a Booth near Viola who was famous for Brad.ey clothes. Then Wilbur spoiled the Hull thing, by leaving Floyd at a Teagarden with Anne ' ho swore to go Streight. After the game, Ed bought a Cheney to celebrate and Told Johnny to talk Low to the Fresh Men. Does Duane Hennesy use an unedited copv of Whizz Bang to copy his speeches from? The latest reports state that John Nagel has sworn off smoking cigarettes so that his future growth will not be stunted. Latest reports have come to view that Eugene Cazone thinks that Puget Sound is an echo of a whistle. WILLIAM TANSING Formerly Manager of the Educational Department of the J. K. Ciill Company .1 nn( un( es The Opening of a Book and Stationery Store Address: 3S0 Morrison Street Telephone: Main 2396 J. C. KAHN ] lanuUu ' turnuj J tiveler 208 Alisky BIdg., Portland, Ore. CLASS PINS CLUB PINS —FRATERNAL INSIGNIA QITALITY and PRICE Maker of the C. H. S. Ring and Jan. ' 24 Pin • s..«.-e..«.- Pacific Stationery and Printing Company) 107 SECOND STREET Stationers Printers Loose Leaf Specialties MACEY FILING DEVICES LEOPOLD DESKS t Diamonds Watches I want to sec just hoic much busi- ness this at! hniit s to niv store — so tell Die of It ic icn you viakc pur- chases. CLASS PINS A SPECIALTY Staples the Jeweler OPTICIAN — 2UU MORRISON ..•. .••.•.••••••.••.• •■.••■••••••• ••■••••••• Forty-eiffht] THE LEDGER CHOWN HARDWARE CO. GoldsDiit i Athletic Goods Sporting Goods Tools : Cutlery 147 FOURTH STREET Between Alder and Morrison Questionaire for English Teachers If a duckling is a little duck, is an inkling a little ink? If brethren is the plural of brother, is cistern the plural for sister? If a kitchenette is a small kitchen, is a briquette a small brick? If a brickyard is a place for making brick, is a backyard a place for making backs? The pictures of Nathan Campf and Charles Goldfoot, yell leaders, were used through courtesy of the Portland News. Credit is due Ernest McAuley for his help in mounting the pictures for this issue of our Ledger. The frontispiece was made by Margaret Stephenson. Carl •alking down the lane with his country girl. A cow and calf beside the fence were rubbing noses in bovine affection. Look, said Carl, isn ' t it wonderful? It makes me feel like doing just the same thing. Go ahead if you want to, said the farmer ' s daughter, the cow belongs to father. The ostrich whimpers in distress And takes it rather ill That he, indeed, is killed to dress The girl that ' s dressed to kill. Ljain A jiigher C due at ion - - - Open a savings account, add to it regularly, and make it the means of putting you through college. The Northwestern National Bank Morrison Street, Sixth to Broad va PORTLAND OREGON THE LEDGER [Forty-nine Commerce Book Shelf Call of the Jl ' ild Commerce e Leaders Little Men Tiny Harrison, Kenneth Althouse The Crisis Final Exams The Rivals Commerce, Lincoln The Sheik _ Herman Berardinelli Fair Maid of Perth Esther Loftstrand Joan of Arc Margaret Duffey Last of the Mohicans - John Yaeger The Man Without a Country Fred McKeen Robin Hood John Lin Hoosier Schoolmaster Mr. Haronn Little Jf ' onien ....Dorothy AVilson, Lena Tarshis Daddy Long Legs Charles Croft Black Divarf Eli Greenwood Prince of India Alec Riback The f ' Vonder Book The Ledger The Idler Sam Kravet . Love ' s Labor Lost Thelma Downing The Spy Mr. FUton Life at West Point Merion ' oung Merchant of Venice Morris Kane Tom Sawyer Billy Callan Modern Dictionary Arden Pangborn Huckleberry Finn Edward Cheney The Deerslayer (Dear) John Nagel Comedy of Errors Room 18 Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Evelyn Boody Birds and Poets Siegfried Rosen ..e..«..s..«..o... OLDS, WORTMAN KING Reliable Merchandise Reliable Methods Reliable Service ...•..•■■•■••••••■•■••■■•■■••■••■•■■•■•••■••■••■••■•••• • ••■••••••• ••■•• •■■•• ' • H. F. W.AGN-ER E. R. Chappei.l t Chappell ' s Flower Shop j MAIN 6116 T Patronize Your Advertisers • if 331 Morrison St., N. W. Bank Building | PORTLAND, OREGON I School Books and School Stationery Fountain Pens Eversharp Pencils Loose Leaf Note Books Typewriting Papers and a Full line of Students ' Supplies at The A. W. Schmale Book Shop :9ii MORRISON STREET THE NEWEST DESIGNS IN WRIST AND STRAP WATCHES FOR c;raduation gifts. We have all standard makes — guaranteed timekeepers. Come in and look them over. CARL GREVE T ie Sr uiuc Drill Jci rlcr 351 Morrison Street, Near Broadway Everybody Goes • • to the i HAZELWOODS ! • Because — • ? ■ They are Portland ' s finest eries and restaurants. confection- t • They are centrally located. • 1 Their foods and candies are The prices are extremely excellent. = moderate. f • • • For quality, comfort, beautiful and good service — go to • surroundings ? any of t ? ? The Three Haze • woods i 388 WASHINGTON 127 BROADWAY ' i EAST BROADWAY an.l WHEELER | • • Fifty] THE LEDGER JFe Have Closed the College Boot Shop Now Showing Real Snappy Men ' s Shoes at $5.00 Up KNIGHT ' S SHOES AND HOSIERY 342-344 Morrison Street, near Broadway ..s..e..e..a..c-- Shagmoor Great Coats Ideal all - weather Topcoats for the school girl. Thick, soft, light in weight, and warm as fur. A variety of modish styles. $39.50 Up 309 Morrison Pcstoffice opposite Son, where have you been? queried Mrs. Beau- dr -, anxiously, as son slouched into the house at 1 A. . I ' ve been out on a date, was the answer. With that dirty shirt? No, a fiirl. Man (on Fiji Islands) : Why do you look at me so intently? Cannibal: I ' m the food inspector. Just What Is a Typewriter? A typewriter is one who typewrites on a type- writer, and the typewriter is a machine on which the typewriter who typewrites on the typewriter typewrites. Now, the typewriter who typewrites on the typewriter typewrites on the typewriter until there is no more typewriting to be typewritten by the typewriter on the typewriter on which the type- writer who typewrites on the typewriter typewrites. A Signal corps officer tells of overhearing the following: Inquisitive Visitor: How much do you boys receive? Bright Buck: Thirty dollars a day — once a month, ma ' am. ■ .•■.•■•«.. e. .«.. a-. •■.•■.•..e..«.« Quality Engraving The announcements for the January Class of the High School of Com- merce were made in our own shop, Enijrmuiuj of Distinction The J. K. Gill Co. Booksellers - Stationers - Office Outfitters Fifth and Stark Streets THE LEDGER [ I ' ifty-oiic Rules of Etiquette 1. Only privileged persons come late to school every day. Students should give Miss Bockenfeld a rest at least once a week. 2. Only cows chew — I thought ours was a school of human beings. 3. Whisper in class if you must, but remember, the teacher has freedom of speech, too. 4. Freshmen ! A period of two minutes elapses between classes. It ' s only three blocks to Lincoln! 5. Assemblies provide a good time for gossip! Don ' t let a mere speaker stop you. 6. If a pupil wishes to cut up , it is advisable to go to the Library. The office being next door, you will save shoe leather. 7. When called upon to recite, talk in low tones; a repetition helps to kill time. 8. It is considered bad manners to rush to as- sembly; the casualty list will soon exceed those injured . Rather Fishy Wanted — A boy who can deliver oysters that can ride a bicvcle. A question has been raised as to whether the title Joke Editor means editor of jokes or a joke of an editor. ADVERTISING SLIDES Snappy, Brujhtly Colored Screen Advertisements That Catch the Eye You can ' t help luit see ' em THE HOWE STUDIOS FLEIDNER lU ' lLDlNC; HYLAND ' S BOOK STORE High School Books Bought, Sold and Exchanged 204 FOURTH STREET Between Taylor and Salmon PALM GROCERY ON SIXTH STREET OPPOSITE COMMERCE HIGH GROCERIES FRUITS AND VEGETABLES SANDWICHES A Good Clean Place to Enjoy Your Luncli Eat If here They All Dn m I j Commercial Grocery t HOT DOGS, PIE, CAKE, CANDY, ; DRINKS, ETC. • A E ' very thing Fresh m ? Opposite Portal le on Sixth and Har i on Sts. i I 401 Sixth Street Main 6798 • ' ■•••t « «- -« -« « o -« o - e S-- TYPING PAPER 5 00 for • 75c BEST VALUE IN PORTLAND ' S ' II ' e feature the Latest in STATIONERY I REASONABLY PRICED f i =® ' Willamette Printing Stationery Go. If here Commerce Buys Its Typin i Paper ' 226 SIXTH STREET, NEAR SALMON ••. .. ■••■■••■••■••■•••C--«-«- fifly-nvo] THE LEDGER • •••••-••••••••■ Good Things to Eat Always ready for that impromptu party at VAN ' S! Fried chicken, cold meats, salads, cakes, pies, desserts, pickles, olives — everything to make it a success ! VAN GORDER ' S Delikatessen Stores Washington Street, bet. 13th and 14th Union Avenue, bet. Russell and Brazee lOS North 21st (after February 1st) Let Us Make Your Blankets Look Like Ne v f Scfiii Your Feather PilloiL ' s to Us • QUALITY and SERIICE j • Broadwa} Towel Supply i Company i Phones East 0657 and East 9387 I i i 395 East Broadway, Portland, Ore. 4 ' Twas the night before payday And all tiirough my jeans, I hunted in vain for The price of some beans ; Not a quarter was stirring, Not even a jit ; The kale was off duty. Milled edges had quit. Forward or backward O Time, in thy flight, Make it tomorrow, Just for tonight. — E.x. Wanted : A job such as licking postage stamps hv a boy who is ambitious for a career. — Max. A. First Doctor: The other day, a woman came into my office, who was so cross-eyed that the tears rolled down her back. Second Doctor: ' ou couldn ' t treat her for anything, could you ' First Doctor: Oh, yes; I treated her for bac- teria. -••.•••■•••••■••■••■••■••■•■••■■I Carl Beaudry: What is your fortune, pretty maid ? My face is my fortune, sir, she said. Ha! Ha! he cried, that ' s a good joke. Shake on it, girl, we ' re both dead broke. e.. •..«.. CI Science for service Through each of its three grand divisions of work. The Experiment Station, The Extension Service, and Resident Instruction OREGON AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE Is bending the power of science to the service of the industries, homes, natural resources and citizenship of Oregon. It offers to all the youths of the state a liberal and practical education through scientific training in the following schools and departments: The School of Basic Arts and Sciences Providing the foundation training upon which technical specialization is built. The Ten Technical Schools Pharmacy — Agriculture— (B.S., Ph.C. degrees) (B.S., M.S. degrees) Chemical Enr iricerino— Encjineering — (B.S. degree) (B.S., M.S. degrees) Commerce- Home Economics — (B.S. degree) (B.S., M.S. degrees) Forestry— (B.S., M.S. degrees) Mines — (B.S. degree) I ' ocational Education — (B.S., M.S. degrees) Military Science and Tactics (B.S. degree) The training includes physical education, industrial journalism, social sciences, and music. En- trance and graduation requirements are standard. Through the usual rating organizations the College is accredited to the best graduate schools in America. Student life is exceptionally well organized to develop ideals of leadership and service to the commonwealth. For illustrated booklets and specific information write to THE REGISTRAR OREGON AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE C R V A I, L I S , O R E (; N THE LEDGER [Fifty-three Smith Brothers to reporter: We ' re heroes! Reporter: How ' s that ' One S. B. : Well, there was a house on fire and a baby was trapped in the second story. Rep.: What did you do? One S. B. : Jack stared and I stared ; we made a pair of stares, and the baby walked down. Doctor: I don ' t like your heart action. ' on ' ' e had trouble with angina pectoria. Louis D. (sheepishly) : You ' re right. Doctor, but that ain ' t her name. Dear Etta Quit: At a party, would it be proper to stir my cocoa with my left hand? Susie. Ans. : No! Stir it with a spoon. Dear Etta Quit : Is it proper to take a girl ' s arm when crossing the street? I. M. Green. Ans.: No! It would deform her for life. This famous painter met his death Because he couldn ' t draw his breath. I used to work in a watch factory. What did you do? I made faces. BUESCHER SAXOPHONES The ideal Gift for Gradua- tion — the finest saxophone made. Used and indorsed by the nation ' s great dance orchestras. Convenient Terms Seiberling-Lucas Music Co. Purlland ' s Great Music Store FOURTH NEAR MORRISON •••••••••••••. What Will Be Your Profession 7 The University of Oregon gives thorough training in the fields of Architecture and AlHed Arts, Business Ad- ministration, Education, Journahsm, Law, Medicine, iMusic, Physical Education, So- ciology and Social Work. The College of Literature, Science, and the Arts contains twenty-two departments and gives cultural and professional train- ing along many lines. The University of Oregon irrite to the Reqistvar, University of Oreijon. Eugene, for C ita ot tie or Any other information about the University. I ' ifty-four] THE L E D G K R Nurse: Are you th? young lady who was with him when the car went into the ditch ' Visitor; ' es, I thought it Avould be only fair to come and give him the kiss he was trying to get. Some people wash their faces Each morning in the sink: I use a drinking fountain, And do it while I drink. Correct this sentence: None of the girls at Com- merce seem to like that tall, dark, football player. 7 his bell, said the well meaning sexton show- ing a party through a certain church, is never rung except in the case of fire, flood, a visit from the Bishopy or some other such calamity. — Ex. Teacher: And now, who can tell me why we should always b; neat and clean? Johnny: In case of accident, ma ' am. ■•« 0 ' - --«-- ..O..0..O..0 , The Choice of Commerce Men For the latest styles, the best fabrics and for real wear — in suits and overcoats — high school men have long chosen my store as their clothing headquarters. 2-Pants Suits $25 $30 $35 BEN SELLING MORRISON AT FOURTH Fcrlland ' s Leading Clothier for Over Half a Century One for Father How is it young man that I find you kissing my daughter? How is it, I ask you? Great! Great! The girls have always wondered why the hoys persist in parting their hair in the middle or other- wise, hut at last it has occurred to us — every block must have an allev, vou know. Dick almost drowned last night. No ! How come? The pillows slipped, the bed spread, and he fell into the spring. Ruth refused Freddie two weeks ago and he has been drinking heavily ever since. That ' s the trouble with Fred — he ne er knows when to quit celebrating. Perhaps these jokes are getting old And should be on the shelf. If you want better, you are told To put some in, yourself. A kind hearted man saw a little boy trying to reach the door bell. He rang the bell, then said, What now, my little man? Run like blazes, said the little man, That ' s what I ' m going to do. Victor: What is it that smells so in the library? Walter: It must be the chemicals that the Science students are mixing in the basement. Victor: Nope. It ' s the dead silence that Miss Davis keeps in there. Fine Watch Repairing Phone Main 5852 Fancy Mountinys Our Specialty PEACOCK JEWELERS i THE STORE OF CHARM DIAMONDS Gold and SUi-ersmiihs — Art Novelties 171 Broadway Next to Hippodrome Theatre • i 3. .e. .«.,«..«.. • 0 « 0 C e--S e 0 « ' c o- ' « a a- i ..«..«..o..a..a..«..o..e..«..«..a..s..c..a-i TYPEWRITERS Late Models Underwood, Royal, Remington, L. C. Smith Rebuilt and Fully Guaranteed. Sale Terms: $5.00 Monthly if Desi.ed. Rented: 3 Months $6.50 and Up WHOLESALE TYPEWRITER CO., INC. U3 SIXTH STREET PHONE: BROADWAY 7481 T HE LEDGER [FiftV-fn ' Commerce High in 1975 ■ Vee Freshman a(j;e 1: Oh, dcali! How I hate to |:;;o up to the twenty- fifth in tliose automatic tubes. I ' m due in room 2570 in five minutes. The elevators are so crowd- ed one can hardh ' t;et into them. The fifth base- ment down to the twenty-fifth floor is really far to go. Dignified Senior age 13: Say, infant, what are ou taking this year? Wee Freshman: I ' m talking Radio V, Sub- marine II, flunked Armenian I, so I ' m taking it over. What are you taking, dear brother? Dignified Senior: I ' m taking Rugweaving XXI, Pipe Organ CX, Aviation III, and Death Ray XV. The senior girls are practicing for an ex- hibition in ' iingless flying to be given at the avia- tion field next Friday. Wee Freshman: Well, there is an empty ele- vator, let ' s go up. Where did you say you were going? Dignified Senior: I ' m going to the roof to take Parachute CXV. I ' m also taking fancy steps and toe dancing CXXXIII. You have to have grace and balance of mind. That ' s why I part my hair in the middle. Wee Freshman: Well, I ' ll see you again, broth- er senior. Twenty-five, Apollo. NIKLAS ik SON FLORISTS Graduation l ' lo crs of Quality and Correct Adsantagc Phone Broadway 2876 4113 Morrison Street, Just Alwve Tenth •■9  «. ■••■••■! S. D. STAR The Popcorn Man Is Here Every Noon Jf ' tth Fresh Buttered Popcorn, Candy and Chewing Gum Eat the Best LUNCHES, PASTRIES and SAN DIflCIlES at I Mrs. Feinberg and Daughters j h FIFTH and HALL STREETS I Sixth Street Entrance •.••••■■•■•••••••••• ' .«.. ..a..«..« ' ..« .o «  e i .-•■■o. .•■■••■• ••■ ■• ■••  •••• •■■•■■ I The Very Best I in Musical i Instruments ..•■■•■■•••••■••■•••••■ • ••■•0 «--«-- ' - • ••.■•■■•• ■0 « 0 « Highest Grade Band and Orchestra Instruments hear lew revnolds demonstkatinc THE FAMOUS CONN SAXOPHONES AT OUR NEW STORE ELKS ' TEMPLE CORNER. ELEVENTH AND ALDER STREETS HE GIVE FREE LESSONS ON ALL INSTRUMENTS _ - - . - ...-,..-.....-..•..•..•..•..•..•..•.•• • ••■••••••• •-••••• ••■••■••■• ••••••••••••••••• ' • Fifty-six] THE LEDGER HONEYMAN HARDWARE CO. Park at Glisan Street Free Parking Grounds for Customers PORTLAND ' S LARGEST HARDWARE AND SPORTING GOODS STORE Distributors Wright Ditson — Victor Co. Line of Baseball, Golf, Tennis and Athletic Supplies FINE SCISSORS AND SHEARS CAMP EQUIPMENT HIGH GRADE FISHING TACKLE Voice over the phone: Is this Dr. Blank? Dr. B.: Yes. V. O. P. : ' ou are wanted at the Butcher ' s Pic- nic immediately. Dr. B. : What has happened- ' V. O. P. : Oh, nothing, the boys want you to join the Union. oung Poet : Why my dear man, right now my poetry is being read by twice aj many people as be- tore. Old Poet: So you went and got married did you? .HIBERNIftS.T.KBANK—J :..Q.. .. %..%... JFcar Clot lies Made by Langham High $45 Be of the few ... be dressed as ou ' d like to be dressed. It will pay — socially and every other i . Langham High Clothes will bring you this distinction. Buy them in this Fashion-right store. FIFTH FLOOR SHOP FOR MEN Fashion-right Furnishings for Men — First Floor c Merchandise of c Merit Only THE LEDGER [F ' fti Short-sifihted lad ' (in y;rocery) : Is that the head cheese over there? Clerk: No, that ' s just one of his assistants. Prisoner: lliere goes my hat, shall I run after itr Officer: You ' ll get no chance to escape like that. Just wait here; I ' ll get your hat for you. Miss Newell: ' ou boys may think it verv funny to refer to our honored authors as ' Bill ' Shakespeare, ' Hank ' Longfellow, ' Ed ' Poe and ' Greenie ' Whittier, but I want it stopped. Harold: I thought you told us to get familiar with the great authors. Mrs. Barger: Why is it best to tell the truth always ? Louise: Because you don ' t have to remember what you say. Mrs. Elton : Any abnormal students in vour class? Miss Belat : ' es, two of them have good man- _  t ners. Margaret: Wouldn ' t it be nice to meet Freddie at such a time? Mildred: What time? Margaret: Dinner time. MAUS DRUG STORE Have the Sriiool Books anil Sufiplies T hat Commerce Students Need Sixth and Harrison Streets FOUNTAIN SERVICE FRESH CANDIES Compliments of the Bank of California National Association PORTLAND, OREGON Limited Number of Students May Now Enroll to Learn Show Card Writing Under Practical Conditions TUITION $10.00 PER MONTH Call or Phone H. M. Sign Service Broadway 6264 443 Burnside St. E ver get tired of packing a pape ■ ba (1 to school? Get a n ic e iL arm lunch at • the : Montgomery Delicatessen 382 Third St. Near Montgomery D. PERRY EVANS 270 2 Washington Street a Hill M M Special Discount to Students ■■••■•-••■••■•■•••• •••••••• •••••••••••••• -O-V-S-S-i Fifty-eii ht] THE LEDGER AMERICAN LAUNDRY 140 E. 3rd St. N. Superior Laundry and Dry Cleaning All Departments One on the Doctor Here ' s the doctor, dear. Gosh, and to think of all the money I ' ve spent for apples trying to keep that guy away. Sam: Have you heard the story about the foot? Morley: No, what is it? Sam: Oh, vou have two! Marion: I see Howard is a golfer. He ' s got a set of clubs in his room. Walter: That ' s nothing; I ' ve got a pocket full of nickels but I ' m no conductor. Charles: Gee, it ' s hot. Wish I didn ' t have to wear my vest. Nathan: But you don ' t have to wear your vest. Charles: Oh, yes I do. It ' s in the seat of my pants. One of our little pigs was sick so I gave him some sugar. Sugar! What for? For medicine, of course. Haven ' t you heard of sugar-cured hams? Miss Andrews (trying out students for class play) : Have you had any experience? Harold: Yes, I had my leg in a cast once. On the Threshold of Success One of the N orthivest ' s Great Banks HTHERE are thousands of young men and women who are saving for a college career here at the United States National. They are on the threshold of bigger and better things and we are confident of them making the best of their opportunities. Won ' t you join them ? _Iiiited States btioiial Baiilo SiiXilThi and Starl- j ..•..•••••.••.••••■•«••••■•••••■•■■•••• ••■•••• ••■••■•■••••• •■••■ ••••• ' • ••■• THE LEDGER [Fifty-nine •••■••■••■•••■••■I ■■••-••••••••■••••■■•..•■. Eat a Home Cooked Lunch at the i DEL FOUNT GROCERY i t 28S Harrison Street t • • ; Between Fourth and Fifth I i Fountain Scri ' ue Fresh Candies • HENRY THIELE Tliei-f ' s an adclcd delight tu ciitcrlaininK your frit ' iids — or mectiiiK them casually — when it ' s over a table at Henry ' s. For your picnics and receptions, for your dancing parties, call at Henry ' s. Have you tried Henry ' s Box Lunch? Delivered at your school or place of busine ss— a delicious luncheon for 2Sc. Henry Thiele Catering Co. RESTAURANTS - LUNCH BUFFET PORTLAND. OREGON Broadway at Madison 304 Alder Street Main 6883 Main 3388 PAUL SLNGH H.- S Fresh Buttered Popcorn, Peanuts, Candy ajid Chewing Gum at the SIXTH STREET ENTRANCE MATT ERS 2S6 WaahiD toD Street C. H. S. STUDENTS Eat at GOODIE SHOPPE SIXTH . n II. LL Main 3006 Sherman .play Co. 1 • • .Steimvay and Other Pianos ? Duo-Art and Pianola Pianos | ViftroJas and Victor Eeeords Player Rolls and Cabinets Sheet Music and Music Books ? Radios and All Small ilnsical Instruments | E-vcrytliinij in Music ? Sixty] THE LEDGER ..•..•..• •■■•••• •■■••■••••••••• •••■••••••••••••-••••■••■•• • •••••••••••••••• • ••■• • •■•• ' •• •■■ ' There are certain fundamental beliefs on ic iich ice have built our business GOOD TYPOGRAPHY GOOD WORKMANSHIP --- GOOD SERVICE - THESE are the dominant essentials that have caused us to double our business four times since our advent in Portland five and one-half years ago. DIMM SONS PRINTING ' H ' COMPANY HENRV BUItDIHO fTME !§TAMP g ' QuALITY -J PERFECT HMFTOnE [AND LINE ENGRAVED PLATES FOR THE PRINTING PRESS •■ j g THE LEDGER [Sixty-ijiie MY TEACHERS ? -r - 77UJL 7fL..XuL _ cyi;;ia-5!fejc ?7 V?LU , fl£. . t y 0 l A di i Autographs Commerce Athletes Commerce Qlee Cluh - .e- -L. ' ;!i- ' ■— . c X , - ' ' - -41, C-Z n- C ' H. €-1 Autographs School Societies Mji Classmates .) :yvi J o- . - ZtfO. 3 J o -e i Autographs M}i Ciassmates i7 .. 7-fe = - 2- - t ii y vo - f d C c- - . , — ' •- - iL -t -r t 1 ' S ' m i ' WX Mrit i J-- ■ i-. ' : t. T . :i -i ' n:A ' . v,v ■ : ' .v;l:: 1 5 M- m, ' •■4:. «p,) ■ ( ' N ' ' iV ' ■iv.; ■ t i- ' . flM H y M M i ' ' 1 ' :..-r- ' fl 1 ■ ' ■4:U, , - ,■ ' ,.■0, ' ,: ■ .,■■; ' ■, ' (iv ; , : . ' ' y.i, V ' V ' . ' ' iJl : ' , ' ,■ ' ■ ' ■ ' . ' V- k l) ' - : VA • ' V ' !W t ' ' • ' ' ■ ' ' ; ' • i: . V -i. ' ■:•: ' ■!.«; ' ■ ' ■ ' ■. ■ mm WA ' .rifAi-m V ,,. ' ■ k v , ft jf-: s :.( .i ' ' ' --A