Commerce High School - Ledger Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Twenty] THE LEDGER Beads on the Gown of the Wind Faye Howe, S. P. The spatter of rain on your upturned face Is the beads on the gown of the wind, When the thread has broken which holds them in place. The spatter of rain on our upturned face Is the glitter of beads through a veil of lace Where a sweet-scented blossom is pinned. The spatter of rain on your upturned face Is the beads on the gown of the wind. Dreamers Kexxeth Collins, S. P. White moths float Above life ' s deep, Shunning shadows. Where sorrows creep, Lo ing to waft In elysian sleep. Until grey winds. With fierceness blow Petal-like wings To life ' s ceaseless flow. Evening Eunice Partlow Away from out the noisv town, Away from toil and strife, Seek ve the quiet woodland ways With peace and beauty rife. Among the swaying forest trees, A soft south wind gives by. While far above, the angels light Their star lamps in the sky. There falls upon the listening ear From out the forest dim. Borne on the sighing evening wind, The night bird ' s vesper hymn. Myriads of voices seem to raise And fill the quiet air, In sweet, harmonious, earnest praise And soul-refreshing prayer. Then the soul on wings of faith will rise Inspired by joy divine. The restful peace, the joy is ours; The glory shall be Thine. Berea ed Kenneth Collins, S. P. With sadly aching heart and stinging tears She looks upon this world so full of pain. And all the many lonesome coming years Seem laden with the thought that life is vain. Familiar obje cts she could once call dear Bring now but only haunting memories. Her lonelv soul can only wish him here, The one who sails those gentle m stic seas. Until she sees the thing he would have willed, For her to help his little children grow, To see that all their cups of life were filled And when his task is done she then may go Sublimely confident that he will wait, And meet her when she passes through life ' s gate, Music Lucille Dodson, S. P. Music drips in golden notes Through the caverns of my soul, Down dim, high-vaulted vistas floats. Music drips in golden notes Lingers, swells, in crystal motes Where the endless echoes roll. Music drips in golden notes Through the caverns of my soul.

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THE LEDGER [Nineteen TO BUY OR NOT TO BUY An Adventure IVith Shoe Salesmen I needed some shoes — two shoes, in fact. Now that may seem a trifle, considering the number that a centipede must buy, but to me — words are inade- quate. I had no idea, that bright afternoon when I started blythely down the street to find my pedal affinities, that the search would be a prolonged one. I approached this serious matter with a manner all too frivolous. If you had ventured to suggest such a preposterous thing, I would have instantly become indignant. Buying shoes a difficult affair! Going into a store, sitting down while a clerk fitted the shoes upon your feet, paying him (I ' ll admit that is the hard part) and walking away was a simple enough procedure! As I said before, I did not give the matter due consideration. During my lunch hour one day I indulged in the pastime which I believe my wife calls window-shopping, that of peering into the various store windows and tabulating in an orderly mind the various merits and demerits of the mer- chandise therein. In my case, however, the experi- ment was unsuccessful. My eye was attracted by an enticing display of radio equipment, and I was unable to tear myself away from it until I was 15 minutes late at the office. At the stroke of five I sallied forth again. I en- tered the first store I saw, and told the washed-out- looking clerk that I wanted a pair of shoes like those in the right-hand window, with square toes. Could you show them to me? he asked. I pointed them out. For your wife? he queried politely. Certainly not. But those are the latest sport shoes for the athletic girl, he replied, then continued glibly, Wide last, comfortable, with enough space to en- able the toes to exercise freely, low, flat heels, just the thing for — I turned and fled, leaving him talking. Several blocks further I found a store which catered only to men. I ent in and sat down in one of long row of upholstered seats. A patent- leathered-haired clerk came forward and with a bored air asked if there was anything that he could deu fo me. Realizing that, since he was doing me the favor of waiting upon me, the least I could do was to state my errand as briefly as possible, I answered meekly, Could — could ou fit me to a pair of shoes please ? Low heels, square toes — A pair of shoes? he asked languidly, with lifted evebrows, I feah that I shall have to call another clerk to se-ah-ve you. He strolled toward the back of the store. I waited patiently for 5 minutes, I waited impatiently for 10 — and then I left. After a block entirely void of shoe stores, I found one which looked promising. I entered and seated myself. A clerk bustled up. Well, well, what is it for you today? he asked. I ' d like a pair of shoes, I explained, low heels, square toes — We have just what you want, he interrupted, and hurried off. He returned in a second loaded with boxes. But I only wanted one pair of — Hold on, hold on, we ' ll have it in a minute, he said soothingly. He knelt and removed my shoe. There, in all its glory, was a hole the size of a dol ' ar, and no gold dollar at that. My wife had told me to be sure and buy me a new pair of socks before buying my shoes, that all my old pairs had darned places in them. Oh that radio equipment! I was sure the clerk was laughing up his sleeve. Dear me! I am sure that wasn ' t there when I put the sock on this morning, I said in a vain attempt to recover my self-respect. He jammed my foot down — as far as it would go — into a shoe. A perfect fit, he enthused, smooth, not a wrinkle, yet with plenty of room. I was sure you could wear a 7. I was equally sure that I could not, and told him so. So he ascended a ladder and brought from the dim heights of shelves another load of boxes. Here is just the thing you need, slighth ' pointed toe, which gives it a sophisticated look, narrow, to fit your aristocratic foot — in fact, you couldn ' t find a better shoe, if you searched for a vear. Come to think of it, my foot luas narrow. I had good ancestors, too. Evidently this man knew what he was talking about. I purchased the shoes and was walking out of th; store when the salesman rushed up. Here is a pair of socks that match your shoes perfectly, he said. So refined looking, their broad scarlet stripes are an exact replica of those which the Prince of Wales wears. I bought those, too, and departed. And this was the end of a perfect day. My wife, however, does not seem to rely upon the opinion of stray salesmen, and so she accompanies me now in all mv shoe-bu ing adventures.

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THE LEDGER [ Twenty-one Ad ice to Younger Sisters in Regard to Older Brothers By Madam Hittanmisskv Lucille Donsox, S. P. (First Prize Essay) Editor ' s Note: At last we have the long-looked-for, greatly-sought-after, much-talked about, widely-read, and highly-praised article by the famous Russian princess, Lessofitthebetter, masquerading as Madame Hittanmissky (most- ly missky) peddler of heart-halm and headache powders on the sidewalks of New York. Read on! THE ARTICLE Girls, a disappointed admirer once told me that I was fitted by nature to be a cat, so I have en- deavored to follow my inclinations by pussyfooting softly through the affairs of other people, creating a scandal once in a while merely by wav of showing my claws. Thus I have come to the new and startl- ing decision that all men are brutes and all girls sweet, lovable, etc. — especially etc. This number in the series Advice to Girls is intended to show innocent younger sisters how to train the particular type of brute known as elder brothers. Let us suppose that your brother is nineteen vears old. If he is twenty or even twentv-one, don ' t worry. Scientific research has proved that no man can reach the age of twenty-one without having once been nineteen. If he is eighteen, don ' t worry either. He will arrive in time. We shall start getting to the bottom of this pressing question by eliminating John and Joe and Jock and Jack and Goeffrey and calling your brother Jim. ' V ' ou un- derstand, girls, that his name doesn ' t have to be Jim. This is just a hypothetical case. Yes. Let us suppose that Jim has a date with his eirl. You will know this when he comes into the kitchen and plays selections for you on his saxophone while you are doing the dishes. Presently he will stop playing and cough. Pay no attention to him. Bv all means don ' t look up. L se discretion. Soon he will cough again and ask you to leave the back door unlocked. Look surprised. Remember vou are only a kid sister and- are not supposed to understand the deep and intricate workings of his superior mind. His conversation will run something like this: If you ' ll leave the back door unlocked, I ' ll rake you to a movie — when a man ' s worked hard all day, he wants to get out — I ' ll buy you that record you ' ve been wanting — that ' s a pretty dress vou have on — a man must have his play — I ' ll gi e vou enough cash to buy that scarf you ' ve been raving about, etc., ad infinitum. Make a few remarks in a shocked tone about double-crossing parents. This does nothing but pass time, since you both know that it is a physical impossibility to enter the house at night without your mother knowing it. By simulating disinterest and holding out on him, you will get him to promise you something he doesn ' t want you to have. Then you should let him go for nothing. This will reduce him to a state decidely receptive of further ministrations. If you are feeling extra benevolent, you might ask him in a shocked voice whether he intends to go out with all that brush on his face. He will then scrape blissfully for half an hour, use all the hot water, ruin a towel and a couple of razor blades, and succeed in shaving off nothing at all for the reason that there was nothing there to shave. But if vou feel like spoiling his girl ' s evening, wait until he asks vou if he needs a shave and then tell him that with close scrutiny under a magnifying glass, you might be able to locate one bold whisker. This is excellent training. When he is all dressed, tell him he looks like a sheik. This will reduce him to a frenzy and he will lecture heatedly for half an hour on the general worthlessness of sheiks. After this he will depart and come back wearing a tie so loud it Mill bark at you and ruin the cat ' s peace of mind. The train- ing in argumentation and rhetoric to be derived fronr inducing him to a change back again is invaluable. As he is going down the steps with a rosebud in his buttonhole, tell him you are going riding with So So. Brother will immediately come back and forbid you to go anywhere with So5:So, and will sketch his character for you fully and luridly as an unfit companion for anybody ' s sister. So So, b the way, is Jim ' s best friend. One wonders how he speaks of Jim to his sister. However, be sure to go riding with brother ' s pal. Results are always interesting. You should worry when he comes in. He will arise the next day at noon with a grouch and a headache. If you cook his breakfast for him, he might tell you how he got that way. At anv rate, our h pothetical case is finished. Hear and be wise!