Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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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On Taking an Elevator Marjorie Panc;born CHE caption is misleading. I really didn ' t take an elevator any place. It didn ' t take me any place either. I trietl to take it, but it made no effort to take mc. iMy misadventure occurred upon the day that so many of our girls worked for a downtown department store. I went in search of a girl friend. The first floor revealed no clue. As an Al detective, I was a better defective. By subtle pussy- footing I found a girl who had seen her someplace sometime, but unfortunately my informer was at the present moment suffering from amnesia and couldn ' t remember why, where, nor when. Bravely I mounted the first flight of stairs. The second required a little more display of my best upgrade effort. Be careful, my new shoes cried. I was. By the time I had reached the sixth floor, I was walking on one-fourth of my foot, or approximately the area covered by an ant in its lifetime of journeying. Every girl but the right one was in sight. As a committee of one, I decided that I would explore no further. My next conscious move was for the elevator. A little red light blazed over the door. I stood by pati entlv concentrating on its likeness to a danger signal. After seeing the mob that vainly tried to condense itself within the 2x4 space, I concluded that the elevator was for the exclusive use of the persons willing to take a chance. Another little red light glowed invitingly. I summoned foot power. The elevator stopped, but not for me. After the process of elimination had been gone through, I was still optimistically awaiting a car. I gave several encores of my home runs for the benefit of the operators of the cars. I either missed them entirely or I was weeded out as an undesirable. I must have looked under age or capable of walking down those six flights of hard, marble steps. Finally mv English brain comprehended the situation. I made a momentous decision. I would walk ! The fact that I had to was generously overlooked. I started down with a light heart and with heavy feet. I reached the fifth floor. A practically empty car whizzed down the shaft. I descended the rest of the distance without the use of crutches. Once I had gained a Pep Co. limousine, a kindly conductor told me that my transfer had expired long ago. Reverently I laid its last remains in an inner pocket to await the coming of her who collects transfers. The streetcar company received cash that memorable day. P. S. The next time I go to a crowded store, I don ' t — unless I take a temporary elevator which folds away when not in use. My Mother Louise Schneider Down in the meadows are cowslips ; Up in the sky are stars. And out on the blue are little ships That weave a web with their spars. Up on a hill are violets With gleaming crowns of dew, But here at home are the things I love And here in my heart is you. Ticfnty