Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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