Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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1 RSER There zvtis an olil u ' omiiu ivho lived in a shoe; She had so many ehUdren she didn ' t know what to do. She fed thei i on Shakespeare, on Hawthorne, on Keats. Until they all eried, Oh jive us more treats! IT MIGHT HAPPEN BiLLIE WvLDE ' irst Prize As Bob entered the living room of the King home his sister Patracia greeted him, ' Lo, Bob, heard you had a squabble with Alice today. Had her dated up for a masquerade party tonight, too. Just good enough for you. Hope she never speaks to you again. What ' cha gonna do tonight, now? Don ' t hafta tell you, retorted Bob. Don ' t then, but I was just gonna tell you you ' d be in good company tonight if you stayed home. Mom and Pop ' s gone to the Lanes for dinner and Jimmy ' s gonna take me out. Hope you enjoy yourself. Aw! Mind your own business. Ignoring his reply, she asked, Whatcha want for supper. Bob? Nothin ' , he replied. Gee, we got lots of that, she answered. Now, you look here, Pat, roared Bob, don ' t get funny or there ' s gonna be a war. Gee, but you ' d look cute fighting with your- self, retorted Pat as she danced toward the kitchen to prepare their evening meal. Both children attended the same high school ; Bob was a senior, and his sister, Patracia, a junior. Bob was tall and handsome, but rather conceited. He also possessed an easily riled temper; the latest eruption resulted in the so-called squabble with Alice, his best girl. Pat seemed just the opposite. She was not beau- tiful or not pretty, and the only term that really would apply to her would be just Pat. Her blond hair curled in ringlets all over her head. Her blue eyes, which seemed to twinkle with mischief, were shaded by long dark lashes. A slightly pug nose added to her charm. Her lips, one might say, were perfect beyond doubt, if she only held them still long enough for one to judge. Her tongue wagged with a bright saying every time she opened her mouth. She was slim and of medium height. Her nature was, in general, appealing to all who met her; she was liked by everyone, that is with one exception, her brother. Bob, who alwavs said that she talked too much. Pat poked her head out of the kitchen and yelled, He ' , Bob, for the love of Mike — I mean for the love of Alice — come and get 3 ' our supper before I eat it all! What ' s the big hurry? All right, if you don ' t want any supper just say so and I ' ll put it away. Don ' t get rushed, said Bob. Geeminizer, I gotta hurry. Jimmy ' U be here in an hour. When you get through you can do the dishes ' cause I gotta dress. Like fun I will. Aw, go on. Be a good sport for once in your life. ou ain ' t got nothin ' else to do. Grabbing a liberal slice of cake and tossing a kiss at Bob, because she knew it teased him and because she had her mouth so full she could not say anything, she rushed upstairs. Half an hour later Bob was aroused from his interesting job of doing the dishes by a quick tug at the door bell. Wiping his hands on the apron he had on as he went, he opened the door to admit a handsome pirate. Pat ready yet? the pirate asked. Before Bob could answer Pat, herself, appeared in the upper hall wrapped in a dressing gown and }elled, Just a minute, Jimmy, and disappeared again. Bob retreate d to the kitchen without a sound and continued his job. Jimmy started the phonograph and tinkered with the piano. Before the piece on the phonograph was ended Page 19