Commerce High School - Ledger Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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EPCtERSER ON LYING ABED Marjorie Pangborn Most of the Caucasian race, yea everybodv, even unto the mere babe in the cradle, has experienced some time in their lives that uncanny, mysterious wish to lie abed just a little Ioniser. The reasons for this common maladv are as varied as a flapper ' s j;oloshes. B-r-r! you say to yourself one morninij. It ' s too cold to turn out now. I ' ll just wait until Dad calls me. Then as you are nicely dreaming and have come to the exciting portion, a stentorian voice booms a warning like that of a fog horn out at sea, time for you to get up, and you know that he means it just as you know that your history teacher means it vhen she tells you to memorize the list of presidents. Vhat time is it ? ' ou ask to stall for time. LIHRARV .cC Cy ou rouse sufficien Time for you to get up ! Dad s more em- tly tt answer, ' OyAl Jl phatic reply, and with a sleepy all right you pull the covers closer and turn over for a few stolen minutes of sleep and a resume of your dream. Dad comes storming into the room and yanks the covers from the bed and your clutching hands, interrupting the heroine just as she is about to be rescued by the hero. Your mind automatically registers continued in the next. Between shivers, you manage to sputter that you ' ll be right down if he ' ll give you time ; so Dad goes away satisfied, but with a glare in his eyes that makes you realize that he means business. For the third time you crawl under the com- forting covers and doze off. From a distance comes the sound of a slamming door — that is Dad going to work, and a smile of perfect contentment creeps over your angelic countenance. From very far off, is the sound of a feminine voice calling, Johnnie, oh, Johnnie, get up dear. It ' s almost 8 o ' clock and you ' ve got to get to school early this morning. Besides breakfast is cold. Par e U Geewiz, Ma, can ' t you let a guy get some sleep? Ain ' t a feller entitled to a vacation once ' n a wile? If they call up, tell ' em I ' m sick. My teachers won ' t know the difference anyhow. And, for the fourth time, you drift back to slum- ber in time to see the hero slay the villain with one stroke. Moral: Insomnia is jus t a bad habit. PANDORA ' S BOX (Look Out, We ' ve Opened the Sea Chest) Why does library work attract me? Mary Grunen — I love to read about the hand- some, romantic men in the story books. (What ' s the matter with our own men, Mar ' ?) Cleo Seely — It is a splendid place to nose out news. (We agree with you Cleo.) Robert Lambert — (Wailingly said when asked to look up a reference) There is no attraction at the Central library. Harriet Burns — I just love to see all the books ' appendixes. — (We always knew Harriet had a big bump of curiosity.) Mary Pintarich — ' ' ou know, seventh period my brain ' s as twisted with gossip and news as a spring, and I ' ve just gotta get some place to let the spring unwind and start working m ' tongue. Walter Hofmann — The atmosphere soaks into my cranium. Lena Lee says — It acts as a magnate towards Reuben Miller. He hasn ' t missed going there the first period this term. Anita Eymes — There are many books from which to obtain brain food, said the moth as it crawled into the dictionary. John Nagel — Yes, you bet, the library is a pretty fine place to spend your time. No foolin ' . The main attraction is the stock show — all the contented calves under the tables.

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TERSER, violent. Mrs. Albraith looked at the clock, then at the storm and sighed, but continued her knit- ting, not soldiers ' scarfs this time, but children ' s sweaters and stockings. At five minutes of 1 2 she laid down her knitting and prepared for her noon pra ers. As she turned the knob on the door it flew back with astonishing force, nearly upset- ting her. But though she was a little frightened, a mumbled prayer seemed to put driving force into her and she went on her way, stopping every few steps to get her breath. The high wind was blow- ing the tops off of chimneys and upsetting every- thing that was not firmly attached to the ground. The idea to turn back did not enter the dimmed mind. She seemed happier than she ever had been before. Her face shone with a light that comes to those who ha e suffered and now were coming to a rich reward in the presence of the All-Forgiver. Falling to her knees, she prayed while the rain beat down upon her form. A roar of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning and the great statue of our American tottered. The statue of the Unknown Soldier paused in its headlong flight to look down upon the praying mother. The rain blinded our ision, but could it be that the face shone with a happiness as one coming after a long time to its comforting place? A head- rending crash ! O, merciful God. could anyone have done anything to deserve such a fate — a broken-hearted mother! Another dawn came stealing half fearfulh to see the damage it had brought the morning before. Stronger it came as it was relieved of some of its dread. Then it beamed forth with cold front ignoring its first doubts. Startled, it seemed at loss to find the unknown doughboy no longer there to greet it. There lay the soldier, no longer unknown. Drops of water were on his face, but to those who still lo ' e the real romance, I shall tell you, they were tears of liappiness. And his mother — her arms were clasped around her boy. Hers from the minute she had seen him falling toward her into her out- stretched arms. They were tightly clenched, whether from pain or joy. Those who believe — know. .1 ;-. La Spronce — Have you noticed how Mr. La Spronce always smiles or how his eyes always twinkle when he is speaking gruffly? That is just one of his characteristics, and we like him all the better for it. One never sees him without a broom or a bag of waste paper. He surely is a credit to Commerce. He is helping us work for our mecca of the future — a new High School of Commerce. Are you helping him? UFFICE TK.M.M.XG CLASS Paije 13

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tERSER Off Point Society, September 27, 1926. The term of apprenticeship will soon expire for the January class, so an election of officers was held. E elyn Boody was chosen president ; Don- ald Dahl, vice president; Jane Reeves, secretary; Harry Berg, treasurer; and Merton Boone, ser- geant-at-arms. Page 15