Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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' I ' lic two rail over to tlic car, llicri liciinc. licnita piled out of it with See you at seven ; bye! At eleven-thirty Bill unbent slowly, heaved a sit;ti, stretched his arins, and straightened the twist in his spinal cord. Bcnita slumped back in her seat, rubbed her eyes, then turned to Bill with Well? Is it finished? Gee, Ben, I can ' t write it as };ood as the other. It ' s t ' rrible but it will have to do. You can ' t help it, Bill. Don ' t worry, you ' ll come out all rij ht. Honestly, Bill, you ' re a born tennis player and you don ' t know it. 1 never saw anyone play as smoothly as you. Hmmm — you ' d better run along because you need all the sleep there is left. Perhaps you had better get excused from our morning classes. P. V. is rather good-hearted ; he ' ll let you. About one the next afternoon, Benita heard a terrible racket coming up the stairs toward her room — a crash against the door. She opened it, and Bill dashed in, grinning from ear to ear. Here it is! Come on, let ' s go! ( n the way over in the car. Bill explained how it happened. He had handed in his English composition to the chemistry professor and that morning had received a very caustic note from him asking if he knew the difference between chemistry and English, and please to call for the comp that morning. After the game Bill came to see Benita and Helen in the stands. Of course, Bill had won ; he couldn ' t lose, Benita insisted, much to his embarrassment. By the way, Helen, Brick wants to see you at the south entrance now. Let ' s all walk over there, then you two can do whatever you please. Benita and I are going to — well, never mind, we ' ll see. At the south door the quartet parted — two to the west and two to the east. That evening — a cool ideal June night; platinum moon; everything quiet and placid — Bill and Benita strolled through one of the many paths near the river. The modest moon hid herself in the trees; only the checkered rays fell on their faces. Earnestly talking, they went on. Suddenly- Benita found herself talking into the front of a sweater with Bill ' s arms holding her tight. She looked up. Well? Star Secrets Jessie DeBord A weeping violin awoke me From a sound and peaceful sleep, And I ran out in the moonlight To find the music sweet. Not a person was in sight ; The sounds had faded and were still. And the moon was laughing at me From that near tree-covered hill. And the star-eyes too, were twinkling. Laughing to each other there ; Surely they knew what had tricked me — A secret they will never bare. Eighteen

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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. ..

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Ye Gods! Harold Bromberg ' — -rf ' UPITER was worried. Some of the Titans had been causing trouble and, Q) as usual, Juno was jealous. He had e ' en suspected her of mixing vinegar ' mf and kerosene with the nectar and ambrosia. His greatest worry, however, was about his rain can. Somebody had carried it off ; so he could not indulge in his usual diversion of sprinkling the earth. He felt sure some god had stolen it, but he did not know which one. After advertising in the Godly Gossip and not getting any results, he became desperate. One day when he was strolling along the Olympian Boulevard admiring some of the nymphs, he met Alars. Jupe, ho believed there was enough strife in his own house- hold to furnish the universe, didn ' t approve of the war god and his bloody pastime; but he was mindful of the straw ballot soon to be cast on the most popular god, and wishing to curry favor, he stopped for a little chat. How is the war in China? he asked. They ' re not as bloodthirsty as would satisfy me, replied Mars. They have been fighting right along, I hear, said Jupe. Yes. That ' s because they ' ve had ideal fighting weather lately. As long as this keeps up, they will get the right fighting spirit. ou don ' t say! Well, goodbye, said Jupe. Jupiter left Mars with his suspicions confirmed ; he was certain now that the war god had his can. He hurried to the warrior ' s palace and searched until he finally found it hidden under a couple of machine guns waiting to be shipped to Chicago. To get revenge on ] Iars, he made it rain and hail so that the war in China would have to grow milder. But unfortunately, he got mixed in his geography and hit Oregon instead of China. This happened along about Easter and wrecked many new hats instead of war plans. --, o Nineteen Sleep Fr. nk Odex Step softly, father, step softly ; Baby is about to be carried away To the land of the sandman ' s sway, At the end of this long, long, day. Step softly, father, step softly. Go lightly, my son, go lightly ; As the trillium sleeps under the snow Our little tea-rose will sleep here below. As the winds their cold blasts do blow. Go lightly, my son, go lightly. Sleep on, little dove, sleep on ; There will be a time when you grow so tall That I won ' t need to croon at all. To get you to sleep beside the high wall. Sleep on, little dove, sleep on.