Cleveland High School - Legend Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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UJP!S3tR The First Kiss Lucille Dodson Futility Fave Howe Second Prize Mist on the water Drifted blue, Silver-srey starlight Sifted through, Music flowing Like liquid wine Dripped with the throb Of ' our lips on mine. Crisp crags that blotted out the blue Were steps of a laddered way Which I sought to climb like a dream-mad elf To learn what old stars sav. I climbed and climbed up the rocky path. And the sky vas still, and the sea; Till ;vorn with struggle I gained the top — But the stars were no nearer to me. The Quest of the Thistle- Do vvn Fave Howe 1 ' irst Prize I love a road that runs along Like lyric cadence of a song. I love the water, mirror-topped. Where shore-lined images have dropped. And star-swept wastes of tumbled sea Have a salt-sweet tang that calls to me. I want to go with a violin Down the ribbon-road where the sun rides in And ushers dawn, in ecstacy. To a dew-dashed world that is gay and free. Oh I long to tread the gypsy road. Follow the thistle-down, leaving my load Of sorrow and burdening duties behind, And roam the earth like a restless wind. Oh sometime I ' ll leave my troubles and go To the land where a honey-sweet moon swings low Over mountain village and seaport town On the ageless quest of the thistledown. Derision Siegfried Rosen Vbere er I may be roaming. The moon peers in my face. She stares like a kind old lady. Wrapped in her wind-blown lace. She thinks that she knows my dreaming, And what the years foretell ; So she follows me with her gleaming. And lures me with her spell. Her eager fingers unravel The threads about her throat; She ' d give her years of travel To hear my unsung note. But the secret of mine is hidden Beneath a brimming well. And I laugh at the miles she ' s ridden To lure me with her spell. Page 27

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BERBER, arms up througli the t raiii. It ' s a wonder oii had the presence of mind to shut off the helt. He h)()ked across at Mulh ' s face, the onh ' pro truding representative of the hlond ' s emotion. Mul- l5 ' ' s small hlue eyes hlinked rapidly like startled beacons on the background of his chalky face. With full realization the eyes shifted like a cowardly, slinking coyote ' s from this object to that. Silence reigned, for the astounding shock had produced a decided effect upon our blond Colossus ' frame and had silenced his loquacity for the time being. An eternity of w aiting ensued. D ' Orvan thought of the watch and looked at it. Only five minutes left! There was one chance in ten that Ramus would miss them and begin searching. MulU ' fol- lowed Louis ' glance. He passed his parched tongue over his huge blanched lips. With clenched fists he rained a torrent of iolent beatings upon the merciless grain. It held him prisoner. Eloquent curses sailed from his lips straight at their target, D ' Orvan, and rebounded with elasticit . The Frenchman shut his eyes and waited. Do something, ou fool, screamed Mull . Can ' t you see ' m dying! His sobs blended rythmically with the distant chug of the engine two stories below. Can ' t you pray led D ' Orvan impatiently. God helps those who help themselves, Alully. Maybe your Bible will help you now, eh what? Only one minute! A shrill whistle pierced the air. It was the signal to begin running through the new load of wheat. D ' Orvan smiled. He shut his eyes and waited — calm, peaceful. Dust to dust ; ashes to ashes. Over and over again the words ran through his mind like the ceaseless wheels of destiny ' s machine. A sudden shiver marked the momentary peep back into the past, and all was calm again. He felt a merciful, restful oblivion. Could tlii be a foreboding of death. ' Dust to dust; ashes to— Here, get yourselves out of there quick! shouted someone from above. It was Ramus with a welcome rope in his hands. Mully stared upward steadiK as Ramus tied one end of the rope to the beam, and when the foreman swung out the other end, Mully was the first to catch it. In spite of his excess of avoirdupois he had hoisted himself up and over the edge of the bin in quicker time than it takes to tell it. Without a w ord or backward glance, he vanished down the ladder. Soon D ' Or- van was safely on the plank again. As he turned to go he was conscious of a distant rush. He paused, one foot in the first rung of the ladder, and listened intently as the rush changed to a roar. His gaze riveted on two hollow places in the low-er section. The next moment the oncoming wheat rushed with terrific momentum upon two queer indentations, and soon all traces of the recent im- prisonment had vanished. » » » » It was morning again. D ' Orvan stood before the window of the cabin contemplating his own individual insignificance in Dame Nature ' s plan of beautiful scenery. Mully shut his Bible, arose from his chair, and advanced a step. Louis, mark my words, he began. I hope that what happened yesterday will be a lesson to you. You weren ' t prepared because you wouldn ' t read the Bible. I was prepared and — A withering look from the Frenchman checked the speech, and the rest of it was lost in incoherent mutterings. There are times when variations are verv welcome. And now, D ' Orvan smiled with relief. At least, Mully had changed his original speech ! SUNSET HiLDRED Atkinson The setting sun has painted the sky A gorgeous glowing gold. With magic brush that ' s held on high The setting sun has painted the sky Just when night is drawing nigh. Lake armor in days of old The setting sun has painted the sky A gorgeous glowing gold. Page 26

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I ERGER TOMMY JUST TOMMY Elmur Lincoln Tommy anted to chase tlie j cesc. cs, sir, liis whole soul and hody longed just to chase those {jahbiy old kpcsc all over the yard. But there was Mother, — she was always meddling; around in what- ever he wanted to do. Al va ' s she was telling him to Don ' t do this or don ' t do that. Leave Dad ' s hammer alone! Tommy! Come right this minute and fill the wood box. TomiriN ! Tommy! Don ' t };o in the goose ard, — they ' ll peck your eyes out. Tommy-e-e-e ! ! Aw, what does she know about geese? Wh ' I ' m pretty stout and 1 guess I can show an old goose that ever lived how to fight. With eyes filled with longing and wistfulness he would stand for hours at a time watching the old ganders strut about ; their sole ambition seemed to be in waddling just a little more awkwardly than their immediate neighbor. And poor Tommy gazed upon this vanity with pent up emotion. His heart seemed to expand ; he kept swallowing rapidly and his breath came in quick succession. Yes, indeed, Tommy wanted to chase geese. He was destined to have his wish. One day Aunt Hallie came on a visit. She did not like little boys, and so she didn ' t like Tommy. Tommy didn ' t shed tears over this fact; he didn ' t like her anyway. She was constantly combing his hair when he came around. Rats, Tommy trotted toward the geese pen from force of habit. She makes me sick! Tommy! Tommy! Mother ' s voice halted him midway. Oh, Tommy! Tommy cast a regret- ful look toward his intended destination then obedi- ently shambled back to the kitchen door. What ch ' want, IVLi? he made his voice sound as tired as he could. Son, came from the depths of the kitchen, Dad and I are goin ' over to Uncle Dudley ' s with Aunt Hallie. You stay here and don ' t scare them geese. They won ' t take on fat if you go and bother em! Dy ' d hear me? Tommy! Yes, Mom. Tommy was properly overawed. Can ' t I have som ' in to eat? Nope. We just had dinner an hour ago. My! You ' ll dri e nie to distraction with ' our eternal hunger. Go away and play! Tommy did get away. His way led incidentally to the geese yard. As he eagerly glued his anguished eyes on the in- different geese, a sudden thought caused him to scamper hastily to the old apple tree. From here he had a good view of the road. Yes, sir, there they went. Hurrav! Me and the geese are gonna mix and I ' m goin ' to have my way for once! Tomm approached with eager steps; he was bubbling over with rising excitement. Geese, geese, geese, he chanted. Geese, geese — you ' re goin ' to get exercise! With some difficulty he unlatched the gate and for the first time, he stepped into the forbidden territory. Yes, sir, that old gander ' way over by the iron kettle. That was the one. M-m-my, I bet he c-c-c-can g-g-go! stuttered Tommy. His ambition was about to be gratified. This was the supreme moment. All the stored up passion of da s, week, months, and as far back as he could remember, surged up in him and with a whoop he flung himself forward. So overwrought had he been that he had not noticed an old gander eyeing him attentively at one side. The gander had him sized up as a very little boy and one who shouldn ' t be there. Plainly it was his duty to drive the nuisance out! He ad- Page 28