Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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d LERSER. BROTHERS Bl-LLA HORNSTIUN definable. They are minute and miss the other you want one, and (III suddenly change your ' t x ant him. Ids of brothers, the kid brother. The kid brother t w hich grates on your nerves. ing in on big sister ' s company ibed out. He is that little tale- mother know who took you home, ed to school with you, et cetera. I certain part of the chicken, it sud- denly jum into his mind to want the same piece. If you go to the movies, he wants to go along with you. When onl - the two of you arc home at night, and you happen to be timid, he keeps saying, Oh, don ' t you hear the door slam? H you tell him a secret and ask him if he can keep it he an- Brothers are something something ' ou don ' t ne.xt. H you ha ' t when you do get mind {pro tem) aiuj There are tw brother and the ' , is that everlastin He is alw; and has bearer w which bo If VOU WF swers, I ' ll tell the world, and he surely does. The big brother is that one, two or three years older than yourself. He tells you what to do and when to do it, where to go and how to act. He thinks that he is the only one that knows it all — and poor sister is just a girl — dumb like all the rest. But how could we get along without that mis- chievous kid brother? If he were gone a few days we ' d miss him greatly. The house would be as still as a grave yard if he were not ar(jund shout- ing war whoops. After all he is all right when we agree. You can ' t blame him for wanting the same privileges that you have, for don ' t you want everything those older than you get? Big brother is a real prince when he quits bossing and takes you out for a good time. In spite of all I ' m glad I have both a kid ' brother and a big brother. ' N ESSAY Robert Hanson One night in a state of complete mental and physical exhaustion I boarded a street-car to go home. My brain was in a jumble and I had barely enough strength to move my pedal ex- tremities. I put the cash into the conductor ' s hand, staggered into the car, and fell into a seat. Sights that usually interested me held no attraction for me. Finally, I gave up trying to think or do anything, and let my eyes wander where they would. First, they glanced at my fellow-passengers, and then at the advertisements overhead. As I read them, an idea began to formulate itself in the back of my head. Tired as I was, this idea forced itself upon my brain. My whole being protested such an outrage, but to no avail. The idea gained force and I finally gave up and resolved to let it run its course. Surely, it could do no harm. The idea was that I should make some article — no, article is not right, some — some — I groped for a word to describe this— this Thing. Ah! At last! Thing! The very word. That ' s what it was, a Thing! H-m-m-m. Let me see. What qualities would it be necessary to have? If I could only put it over; if I only could. My brain was in a fever of excitement, but it was fully awake and had thrown off the burden of inertia. I vainly tried to con- trol my thoughts and direct them into reasonable channels. I smiled at the folly of it all, but I could not forget it and mental faculties raced in their work to pick out features and qualities. After a few seconds of consideration I finally decided that it would have to have these qualities, at least. The Thing would have to be 99 44 1007o pure, and float ; it would have to have 200 house- hold duties; it would have to be white as snow and everybody ' s friend ; it would bring out the finish of anything on which it was used ; it must not (Continued on Page 60) Pac e 24

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EERSER. The Adventures of Benjamin Handsome, Esquire Mary Grunen (This is a story of a boy — just an ordinary boy over whom a good fairy waved a magic wand whispering softly, Sleep, and in thy dreams become thy heart ' s desire. Lo! The boy has disappeared and in his place stands Captain Kidd, the terror of the seas. This is the adventures of Benjamin Handsome, Esquire, alias Captain Kidd.) Along the deck of the Pinta swaggered Captain Kidd. His eagle eyes eagerly scanned the seas for victims. The day so far had brought nothing, and the captain was in none too sweet a mood. Woe to the man who stumbled across his path. Ho mate! What is that yonder? Devil take the luck! As I live, a ship! But Captain, the ship is strong. It bears the flag of a powerful nation. Mayhap it ' s wiser to look elsewhere for victims? cautioned the mate. What? Has thy heart turned to water? Be- ware ! I have no use for cowards. To thy places, my hardies! Ten pieces of gold to the man who first boards the ship! But on the other ship the joy was not so great. Men, women, and children trembled. They realized what it meant to fall into the hands of the terror of the seas. They fought, they fought gallantly, but some force was against them. It seemed as if the very waters helped the pirates. Look! They are on the ship, someone screamed, and tumult and fright gripped even the hearts of the bravest. The day is ours, shouted the captain. Back, back my men ! Death to the man who harms anyone! Any man who dares disobey me will find this world too hot for him. Are we to be cheated of our gains? murmured the men rebelliously. Surely the sun has touched the head of our captain. He is mad! What! Dare you question my will? Be care- ful, ye dogs! Who knows, but that you may your- selves walk the plank. They slunk away for they knew what the cap- tain was capable of doing in one of his fine rages. The prisoners trembled. They feared that this queer softening of the heart brooded ill for them. I will harm none of you, he exclaimed mag- nanimously. Wait! I believe that is a school- master over there. Bring him forward instantly. 1 have no love for your kind, he shouted as the cringing man was dragged forward. Mercy, great captain, mercy! Silence him! I do not desire to hear the whim- perings of yon dog. Away with him! Put him in irons, he commanded as the man was dragged awa ' . Many a day the terror roamed the seas, and many a good ship likewise fell into his hands. But, strange to say, Benjamin Handsome, alias Captain Kidd, spared many victims. The civilized world was genuinely surprised. The terror was becoming a terror no more, and the seas, a pleasanter place to sail on. A famous man was he. Kings and princes trembled before him. His Majesty, King of England, pardoned this outlaw and bestowed upon him the title. Admiral of the Seas. Even the captain was quite puffed up with his own import- ance. Fate decreed it so. Of all fair damsels in distress whom should he rescue but Madeline, his sweet- heart. She knew him instantly, and throwing her arms about him, cried, How heroic you are! How wonderful, that, of all people, you should be my rescuer. Oh that is nothing. I am always glad to help a maiden, especially a pretty one. Otherwise, I am through with women. A man with my future cannot be disturbed by such creatures. Poor captain, he little knew with whom he was dealing. One glance and he was defeated. Well, one cannot blame him. Viser men than he have succumbed to the lures of the so-called weaker se.x. How could he, a mere man, resist her? Crash! The spell broke ! Benjamin awoke. He was stupefied. In the place of the maiden he hugged tightly a sour-faced schoolmaster and fer- ently was kissing his one bald spot. For the im- petuous demonstration of affection he received a whipping and for falling asleep, another one. Be- tween the two, Benjamin ' s back was mighty sore. Poor lad ! Alas for Fate ! How could she so have misplaced Benjamin? Page 23

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-= U5PBUI TRIAL OF A COLOSSUS Katherixe Sawatsky Second Prize Cradled in a hollow of the rocking plains lay Oskeg, Pro ince of Saskatchewan, Canada — a vil- lage one mile square, no more, no less. Surrounded by salt-peter marshes, low brown treeless hills, and jagged ravines, the old town lay basking in the hot summer sun of an early morning in the year 1916. All around — north, south, east, and west — stretched the monotonous billowing prairie, Louis D ' Orvans ' native land, ending in an unchanging horizon of dark earth and blue sky. It was a calm, peaceful scene that D ' Orvan looked upon from the window of his cabin. But a frown furrowed his forehead. He was anticipat- ing a distasteful familiar event. The slight, dark French-Canadian was waiting for MuUy, his huge blond comrade, to deliver an habitual daily ora- tion. The speech was usually monotonous, and therefore, Louis welcomed every variation in his comrade ' s pious reproofs. Soon Mully got up from the table where he had been poring over the contents of the Bible. Louis, mark my words, began Mully with a gruff hem and haw. Ef you don ' t begin to read the Holy book pretty soon, you ' ll ne er see heaven. Instead of readin ' the Bible every mornin ' and evenin ' like I do, you stand and look at them funny bumps of land out there. I ' m a-warnin ' you now. It ' s only religious people as die peaceful and easy like. In answer D ' Orvan beckoned silenth to Mully to follow, and they went out to their daily work at the grain elevator just two blocks from the cabin. All the foregoing procedure had been a part of each day ' s curriculum ever since Mully had suc- cumbed to the wiles of a passing evangelist ten years ago. As they approached the weighing platform of the elevator. Ramus, the foreman, came quickly forward to meet them. D ' Orvan, something ' s wrong with the scoop belt in the lower section of the main bin, third floor. Take Mully with you and repair it in a hurry. We ' re going to run up a new carload of wheat in an hour from now. D ' Or an nodded, picked up some tin, hammer, and nails, and entered the first floor of the elevator with Mully following him closely. Here the at- mosphere was charged with the deafening rattle, chug, and clank of the big twenty-four horsepower steam engine that propelled the long scoop belt up to the third floor and then down again to the basement bins. Mully went to the engine, pulled out a lever, and stopped the scoop belt. Amid the shouts of warning from their fellow workers who were busy with the hoppers and fanning mills, the two ascended the rude ladder to the third floor. Every man in the elevator knew the danger of going to the upper floor grain bin. One slip o er the edge would send the unfortunate one into the deep grain where the continued downpour of wheat would completely ' co er him in ten minutes ' time and suffocate him. L ' pon reaching the top, Louis crossed the narrow plank over the huge bin to the lower section with the agility of a mountain goat. But Mully eyed the plank doubtfulh ' . Come over and hang your watch on that nail so we can tell when to quit, said D ' Orvan from where he stood with one foot on a beam and the other foot on the plank. Mully gingerly shuffled his way across, and after several attempts, put his right foot against the beam to steady himself and hung up the watch. But now, Mully ' s most difficult problem was to get back to normal position. With his usual lack of precision he calculated the distance from his foot to the plank, and stepped wide of the mark. Wildly waving his arms to regain his balance, MuUy clutched at D ' Orvan as a last resort. The sudden impact precipitated both of them into the grainy sea of wheat, and two sickly thuds marked the end of the headlong flight. Fool! What did you do that for? exclaimed D ' Orvan in anger as he wriggled his head and Page 25