Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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BARBARA KIRKLAND U ' fll hrijun is half iionr. HERNADINE SCHULER Duty before p ' ptisvrr. HELEN ROY PoiL ' fr tiive ' ls U ' lt i i heerfulncss. LENA ALBERT BriKui in mitiii. slinrl m slature JACK. MELZER They laugh ii.-ho ii ' in. JULIA KREMEL The pink of courtesy. VERNA STUELPNAGEL Duty bound is she. RITA LIPPERT Aml ' itton is no cure for loi ' e. Sixtffn

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WINIFRED BEAVER fVisdom is common sense m an uneorn- mon degree. HELEN WILLS She does ail things luell. LILLLAN LARSEN Hairdressing is an art. FRANCES OSBORN Sees all, knoics all. FRED WALCH Chase me, 1 hai ' e a dime. ' DORIS FRASER .■ bad of promise. r AGNES GRONQUIST Nothing comes without hard ivork. RUTH ELLIOTT Live and lofe. m I I X Fifteen

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Well? Vivian Charters HOVE-FIFTEEN! And the farmer hauled another load of hay! Love- thirty! Love-forty! Game! I certainly am in the rut of ' Love ' . Don ' t seem to be able to get away from it. Even in college, it hangs around. Why, Benita Burroughs! You should be spanked! The very idea of your throwing away a game like that! You — Lemme finish — ought to go back to kindergarden and learn the science of serving. No doubt about it, Helen, 1 simply wasn ' t made for it. As a tennis player, I ' m a good dish-washer! Silly! You simply have to learn. How in the world do you ever expect to earn your tennis letter unless — A significant pause — Benita shot a puzzled look at Helen, feministically patting her hair. Hello Bill! Ben hurriedly thought of her hair stringing in her eyes; the strap that peeped from under her short sleeve; the stocking that vas slowly coming down after the strenuous exertions. Miraculously, she remedied all of these sad states almost simultaneously and turned around, smiling complacently into a pair of mocking blue eyes. lav I ask ? You Well? Yes, I ' ve been in the best of health lately. And how are you, seem to be well ; but appearances are sometimes deceiving. Aren ' t you clever. Bill Boyden ! Well, what ' s the matter now; didn ' t you get your Science? Prof promised a verv sweet exam tomorrow from the National Board. The dear old thing- from Benita. -I ' d like to plaster him all o ' er the wall! This vociferously Not that — but this morning the English professor told me that I couldn ' t play in the tournament tomorrow because my composition wasn ' t in. And I did hand it in the same day as I did my chemistry report. But, of course, that doesn ' t do me any good now. Bill, you don ' t mean that! How can you make it up? Why, it would take you seven years to make up the notes — outside of the composition itself! Say, haven ' t you your notes? You have? Listen! You get them and I ' ll help you what little I can bo e ! AVhat would the varsity be one IS as good tonight. You ' ve simply got to play! Heavens a without its main star? Pray tell me that! Please be serious, Benita. uii know I ' m not the ' main star ; another. Vhat time shall 1 come up? About eight? ou be there by seven at the very latest and perhaps you will The prof is certainly afraid that we flitting butterflies will nut have enough to do. Is Brick playing with you tomorrow in the doubles? He is? Helen and I will be there in the front row of the galleries. ' I ' ou don ' t have to see us — hearing is enough ! The rumble buggy is outside. Let ' s make use of it. He — where did that girl go to? Uidii ' t ou see her leave? The little minx! Eight? My dear boy be finished b ' twelve! Sfvenlffn :: o L. ..