Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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BERBER lkiic;| ' :r coni hst wiwius Front Row; Kenneth Collins, Juanita Tunstall. Vivian Charters. Back Row: Carlotta Mitchell, ClarinjcBcllanback. Autumn Siegfried Rosen The leaves are released From the somber trees, To scatter about And lie at ease. Over the dead grass They fitfully walk, Exciting themselves With querulous talk. The sun has burnt Everything brown ; There tumbles a leaf Like a tragic clown. Suddenly a man Comes over the grass. Grinding tense leaves Like shrunken glass. Roderick Jeneva Wright O, we were sailin ' the briny deep Six and fort ' strong; Below in the alley, a bloomin ' slave Was singin ' a pirate song. Our ship was lungin ' from side to side. Full speed we dared not check ; And the waves, they seemed to lash the more When Roderick came on deck ! O Roderick, the captain of Our miglit ' pirate crew. He sailed on all the seven seas; He plundered and he slew. RodcT.Vk! Roderick! The bilge, ihey did quake — ( ' Twas onl his motlier a callin ' him home I ' rom canoeing on Oswego Lake.) Cleopatra Faye Howe CI; opatra ' s beauty, peacock-wise. Still borrows buried dreams of men, and still !t flaunts its flaming memories and flies Through the great tomb of time — across the sill. The wind that cries among the stars repeats A whisper Cleopatra faintly then, Or stronger, as it mourns through webbing streets Of cobblestones and clay that once were men. Dreams follow hack the transient star trail Made by the centuries which since have passed . nd find, unbeautiful but flower-frail, Dead embers that have yet a warmth to cast, For Cleopatra ' s beauty, flamed to ash, Still lives, ' et other Anton s to lash. l ' a! c 2S

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ULVtSSER. BEAUTY AND YTUAEB {Editor ' s Note — . s the ii-ord ugliness is unpleas- Madam Cerise, the famous French exponent of facial ant, lue have taken beauty and its reverse as the title emhellisliments.) for this article, the first of a series to he ivritten hy Mts belles amies, it makes me so happy to think that at last I can reveal to you the secrets of my beauty preparations, which can be found in every drug store and on every dressing table of your so- wonderful America. Before beginning, let me make sure that you understand the derivation of the word cosmetics, one of the most frequently used terms in the expla- nations of my marvelous (Editor ' s Note: and lucrative) methods of rejuvenation. The singular of the word cosmetics is cosmos . After many years of exhausting research, I was finally able to discover that Cosmos was a Greek word, which by those oral changes which are so frequent, was distorted from its original form cause . That is why, when a woman is asked the reason for her use of these complexion aids, she answers cause . Truly, the use of cosmetics is the cause of many things. One of the basic rules of beauty is that its seekers should always carry my rose-petal powder, creamy scarlet rouge, etc., with her, so that the moment she finds that the freshness of her appearance is vanish- ing, she may apply them. This is often a tres bon ex- cuse for not listening to the long but simple annals of a boor (I am not very well acquainted with your English poets, but I do know some of the best selec- tions) for you can appear preoccupied with even spreading of voire poudre. When going down Main Street and finding it necessary to pluck two hairs from your left eyebrow, and then re-blacken it, be sure to say I use Madam Cerise ' s toilet prepara- tions in a pleasantly conversational tone at the con- clusion of your operations. Often men object to the use of cosmetics. This, mes belles femmes, is all bluster, or as you Americans say with evident reference to the color which the man turns when called (another quaint bit of phraseology, which, I believe, originated at the tea table), all buff. It ' our lovable Lovelace expresses this false masculine viewpoint in these lovely lines I could love thee, dear, so much, if thou loved lipstick less. As for the question of superfluous avoirdupois that is the bane of many womens ' lives. There ' s no question about your President Coolidge ' s belief in his words Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous. Let me have men about me that are fat, for he immedi- ately appointed a Cabinet composed largely of stout men. There is a moral hidden deep in this incid- ent, mes belles filles. It is: don ' t think too much. As your clear-visioned president has said, it is dangerous. I am not allowed to print the names of toilet preparations in this column, but I believe that I can, without breaking a plank in the editorial policy, recommend a very reputable line to you. It is manufactured by a famous French beauty specialist, and goes under the name of Madam ' s Beauty Aids. I shall permit you to fill in the blank as you wish, for as the Irishman said, You know me name, Al. In closing this, the first of my messages to the American public, I would say that Mark Antony hated Cleopatra because she did not use enough of my lip-rouge; Henry VIII had Anne decapitated because she did not put my perfume behind her ears; Queen Elizabeth ordered Mary Stuart executed be- cause she stole some of the royal cold cream which carried my label, and you — may profit by their ex- amples. A Pase 27

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