Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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7- I£P»5E:R . taught us ho v. So while refreshments were served, they played. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the door, and who should it be but Floyd Teegarden. Well, I see my ten o ' clock scholar has not improved any, remarked the school master. Take my word for it, said Monte Davis to the King who was in the counting house counting out his money, I don ' t want blackbird pie — cake ' s a million times better. Listen to the birds sing? Give me a radio any day. Oh, there ' s your wife. This is Florence Dixon who will take my place, said the queen. She ' s just what you want — a wonderful cake maker, but instead of bread and honey, she insists upon French pastry and Whistle. The next arrival was Mary, and, of course, she was followed by her lamb. I think you girls are very clever, she said to Lucille Taggart and Lu- cille Applegate, to have a Chevrolet follow you to school. If you treat it right, it will always want to stay with you. Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess, sang that much-named young lady. Elizabeth Berry and Elizabeth Summers were at once interested. Isn ' t it sort of pleasant not to have to be called the same thing all the time? she asked them. I chose that name because versatility is a good trait to have. Saws buzzed and hammers pounded where Jack Olishefsky, Oris Malehorn, and Frank LeRoux worked. Supervising them were the three wise men of Gotham who went to sea in a bowl. If our bowl had been stronger our story would have been longer, said they; and so having learned by experience, we ' re teaching these young fellows in time. I feel so ashamed, said Miss Muffet to Hazel AUinson, about that incident of the spider that frightened me away. Whenever you sit down for your afternoon tea just spread some fly paper about you. It ' ll save you many a sorrowful moment. Oh there you are! crowed the cock as he ap- peared on the scene. I want you to remember, Violet Thain, that early to bed and early to rise is what makes you healthy, wealthy, and wise. Curly lock, wilt thou be mine? came a voice from the book. You will never do dishes nor feed the swine, but you l dine on shorthand and typing. How lovely, cried Thelma Stewart, as they went a ' vay together. Said Jack Spratt ' s wife to Jennie Iremonger and Margaret Bush, You two should eat together, Margaret eating the lean meat and Jennie the fat. Betwixt the two you ' ll lick the platter clean. Believe me. Jack and I know what it is to econo- mize in these days of high prices! Doctor Gloster, still irritated from his unhappy journey to Foster, seemed to become happy when he spied Osa Lautner. I have been wanting to speak to yo u for a long time, he began. You are always so ready to do for others that I can ' t help but admire you. ' ' ou, like me, will always have many friends. What? Are you hunting for something, Doro- thy Sinbad? asked Little Bo Peep. ' ' I ' es, I ' ve lost m ' curling iron, said Dorothy forlornly. Well if you profit by my experience, you will stop searching, was the advice of Little Bo Peep. Look me over. I ' m the rhymer of ' Orange her ' for ' Porringer ' , Lucille Dodson. I hear you are following in my footsteps. Good idea, if I do say it myself. Ever have any trouble making your words rhyme? You do? Listen, and I ' ll give you some suggestions. Heed them and you ' ll soon be as famous as I am. I am Oz, the great and terrible, exclaimed a wizened man. I refuse to use my brains any longer. They need a rest. Now, you — Excuse me, just a moment, said Hop-o-my- Thumb, but you have such a lovely hand and I must measure William Farrelly. Oh, Bill, you ' re still too tall. And off they bustled. Now you must take my place, continued Oz. Who was he talking to? Why Isaac Friedman, of course. Old Mother Hubbard rushed to the cupboard to get our mascot a bone, but when she got there — oh no, it wasn ' t bare — for Clasky Parker had filled it with no room to spare. Solomon Grundy and Arthur Wilson ate — oh, how they ate! Candy, nuts, popcorn, cake, ice cream, everything. We ' ll fool them, son, he Page 15

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THE SOCIAL WHIRL The littlt- iilii wiiiiKin bowed her liead on licr arms and wept and wept . W hat could she do; oh, what could she do to t;ive her oldest children one grand, never-to-he-forgotten farewell party? Suddenly she heard a light tap, and peeking through a hole in the shoe that had been worn by the too frequent kicking of ankles by unruly heels, dis- covered King Cole. Now old King Cole, being a merry old soul, after hearing her tale, exclaimed, I have it, and forthwith squeals of delight issued from the conspirators. Invitations were sent around and the expectant Seniors chattered incessantly among themselves. The day arrived and they were ushered into a huge room covering the full sole oi the shoe. Almost everything imaginable was in there and in the center stood a huge book. Becoming curious they began turning pages w hen suddenly Humpty Dumpty jumped out and seizing Earl Henry by the hand, took him over to the wall. Now, sir, he said, I ' m going to teach you how to balance on this wall so that in case you ever get in a tight place vou ' ll have a means of getting out. Now, watch me and catch me if I fall. So Earl and Humpty practiced sitting on the wall. The Seniors turned more pages until the baker ' s man grabbed Ruby Kleinau by the arm. These modern girls, he scolded, don ' t know a frying pan from a hot oven. You ' ll be some cook when I get through with you. Come on and follow me. Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker ' s man, bake me a cake as fast as you can. More pages were turned and the funny people kept popping out — first here, then there — until every Senior was busy. Mother Goose surveyed them with a satisfied smile on her lips. Harold Haines, I ' m here to give you some ad- vice, said the wise old bachelor who lived by him- self. Don ' t put your br ead and cheese upon the kitchen shelf, (a restaurant ' s much better,) and when vou seek your life-long mate remember that the roads to New York state are far better than those to London. Oh, Amy Booth, called the beautiful lady who rode a cock horse to Banbury Cross, when you want to dance ()u won ' t need to pa orchestra bills if ' ou wear rings on your fingers and bells on your toes for you ' ll have music where er you go. Come on, Mabel Grabeel, said the old woman w ho was tossed seventeen times as high as the moon, I ' ll give you a ride in m ' good, strong basket and show you what an old-fashioned broom can do. These new-fangled airplanes are extremely slow and these Fuller dusters couldn ' t begin to clean cobwebs from the sky. Peter Piper ' s my name, sir, said he to Harold Benson. 1 have a little question here I ' d like to sec you solve. If I picked a peck of pickled pep- pers, where ' s the peck of pickled peppers that I picked? I know your reasoning is sound and sane — that ' s why I came to you. Oh, said the queen of hearts to Dorothy Wil- son, we ' ll make some of my famous tarts. For Sorosis teas they ' re just the thing and the football boys just love them. But do you kncjw that the knave of hearts did some dandy coaching, and DeLoss Peterson tip- toed to the window, stole the tarts and took them clean away? The king of hearts grew restless and demanded of Joe Pigney, Bring back that knave, and those tarts please save. Eat them yourself, man ; no good king would let him have them! So then DeLoss brought back the tarts, but vowed he ' d steal some more. Sounds of music floated from one corner where Tommy Tucker was giving some sound advice to Sylvan Halperin. If you want to succeed in this world, advised Tommy, you must know one thing thoroughly. I am going to train you to be another McCormick ; then you vill never have to sing for your supper. When it was time for refreshments, Polly said to Kathleen Crass and Clara Ott, Kathleen put the kettle on and we ' ll all have tea. Clara, take it off again, we ' re through eating for this dav. It ' s about time we had some music, suggested old King Cole, but my three fiddlers are absent. Oh, we ' ll play for you! cried Josephine Lam- bert, Ruth Mills, and Hildred Atkinson. Thev Fage U

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MPsm was liiMid t(i muiiilile. Kat all cni can; vc won ' t get sick and tlic ' l! have t(i xxritc aniithcr bid raphy of our lives. Little jack llmru-r took MuKcne Ca .one to the corner and rot ctlier they ate the pic. Said (Jenc, I want a plum! He put in his thumb — but, dear me, he |)ulled out, nistead, some j um ! Pease-puddint; hot, pease-pudding cold, pease- pudding; in the pot nine da s old, but Verda Jappert didn ' t like it hot, and Oliiie Halvorsen didn ' t like it cold so they tested it and anahsed it and experimenteil until it suited them both. Ah ha! My chum! said Peter, Peter, Pump- kin Eater, for Sitine Libell had a wish and couldn ' t keep it. To treat the athletes was her aim, but a proper plan she couldn ' t frame. So Peter gave his pumpkin shell, and her home-made pies were con- sumed very well. Hey diddle diddle, the Cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. It made Elsie Riback worry for they needed cream in a hurry — to put in the coffee, xou know. So up after it she did go. But she found the man in the moon was so nice she wouldn ' t come down. So Wynkum, Blynkum, and Nod took Margaret Hamilton, Charlotte Bra- deson, and Margaret Gile and they sailed in the wooden shoe up to the mt)on and rescued the two. Alas, on their way down Charlotte lost control of the rudder and they fell into Neva Poindexter ' s garden, and say. Mistress Mary was never so con- trary. Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. It frightened the girls so, Wilbur Hull set a trap ; and after it was caught due respect never lacked. Yes, the pig did get away, cried Tom, the Piper ' s Son, and I want to tell you, Ray Sherman, that I never took anything again that wasn ' t mine. You know, it is only girls that cry. Jack and Jill came through the shoe carrying the ice cream freezer. But, again. Jack and Jill fell down. So Leslie Mcintosh and Charlotte Schmidt- meier quickly took their places. One tragedy marred the party. Little Tommy Tucker ' s dog fell in the well. Who pushed him in? Naughty Oliver Williams. Who pulled him out? Brave Gladys Siders! Ruth Arndt sounded the liorn to tell the folks, for Little Boy Blue was still fast asleep .md the bell on the well was out of order. il.ind) Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy, who loved plum cake and sugar candy, bought too much and called for help. He soon got it for Edna Baumgartncr hurried up eagerly. Anna Coffman was far wiser than the man who was wondrous wise for she didn ' t even jump into a bramble bush and scratch out both her eyes! Three blind mice. How they did run! They all ran after Mildred Dannells w h(j led them into traps. Did you ever hear of such prudence before? There were three dead mice. Winona Shelley helped the old woman of Leeds who spent all her time in g(jod deeds. She worked for the poor, not till her fingers were sore, for Winona had an electric sewing machine! The three little kittens lost their mittens and how the did cry and cry. They made such a clatter that Florence Bass asked, What ' s the mat- ter? and soon put their troubles aright. The old woman of Harrow took Clara Pennish for a partner. But Clara was too modern and scorned the wheelbarrow, and went visiting in a Chevy instead. Verna Goldstone practiced with jumping Joan, who, when nobody was with her, was always alone. Their feats were so amazing that they found to their astonishment that when someone was watching them they were never alone. Said Little Miss Lily, who was dreadfully silly to wear such a very long skirt, to Lucy Engelstadt, If you take my advice and hem your ' s up nice, you ' ll be following the mode that ' s the vogue. Lucy Locket lost her pocket ; Kitty Fisher found it. But they were extremely old-fashioned, for Lillian Lund lost her banking fund. Helen John- son found it. She advertised in Lost and Found and Lillian got it safe and sound. The little girl who had a curl right in the mid- dle of her forehead held tight to Evelyn Harris and said, Like me, when you ' re good, you ' re very, very good, but sometimes I ' m lonesome, for you ' re never, never horrid ! (Continued on Page 66) Pai e 16