Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Page Twenty T H E P 0 S T Class History N the early morn of January 28, 1918, more than a hundred wild-eyed trembling girls and boys entered through the various doors of Franklin High School, and stood around anywhere, everywhere, waiting for someone to tell them where to go. With the assistance of bulletin boards and the guidance of some of the large students, these newcomers were soon collected into one body in the Gymnasium and called to order by a tall man. After a whispered Min Ball, the principal, all gave attention. They. were informed that they constituted the largest entrance group in the history of Franklin g that much was expected of themg and that they were now to report to Rooms 31 a11d 32, the largest rooms in the building, where they would be enrolled as first termers. Then kind seniors, who seemed like gods and goddesses, led the newcomers up the broad stairs to Rooms 31 and 32. Here they were greeted by smiling teachers, assigned desks, and made to feel at ease. So, when the noon bell sounded, they rushed forth talking of our registra.tion teacher, our school, and our class, and so they changed to Uwe. We found the first week a rather trying ordeal, for the upper classmen delighted in making us stand back at the cafeterias and in sending us on such futile errands as to find Room 17 or Room 40. But, after a time, we gained assurance and learned the motto of the cafeteria was first come, first served. Neither could we longer be fooled on room numbersg the key to alll, of Franklin's ten exits and entrances was ours. Our teachers found that, al- though we were trying, we were also interesting, and the upper classmen found we were a lively little set, very convenient to ha.ve around, at times. Our names were not recorded in the great world war, but our deeds were, for in the subscriptions taken for the Red Cross, the Y. M. C. A., and the other reliefs, our class rooms led all the rest. On clean-up day, decorated with the appropriate color, green, we worked to clean up the ground west of the building. We tied with the Juniors for the prize, and were awarded ice cream cones for our good results. When January rolled around again, we proudly entered the doors of Franklin--most important Sophomores. We took our turn teasing the Freshmen and explaining to them the simplicity of Latin and Algebra. But, woe betide! Indirect discourse and theorems deprived us of some of our haughtiness and our teachers of some of their patience before the year was over. We became

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T H E P 0 S T Page Nineteen HAZEL WELLS Wazel is very peppy for such a little girl. Her jokes and witty say- ings have helped us to pass many a day joyously. FIETTA WILKIN A pretty, stately. unaffected girl whose sole ambition is to please others. nt? Light Heart The sky turns blue and the wind grows light So I know the noon day's nigh. Leaping across the streams and walking the willowed bank, The great world knows me not, for 1ny heart is light. They say I pretend to be a child. HE CHU, 18th Century, translated by Kim Yap.

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T H E P 0 S T Page Twenty-one efficient bookkeepers, with pens and pencils behind our ears, and our fingers flew like the wind over the keys of the typewriter. The teachers were demanding so much outside reading in history and English that little time was left for visiting and movies. Teachers seemed to forget altogether that growing boys love to eat and sleep, but do not care to study. So our ranks began to grow thinner, and only the studious and determined ones remained throughout the year. Another January, and we were Juniors! That year was one of real school pep. Our basketball team thrilled us all with its wonderful playing and its capture of the state championship title. We became leaders in the many organizations and social affairs. Some of us dared to listen to our own voices from the assembly platform. Finally the long-looked-forward-to time arrived. The timid freshmen, the haughty sophomores, and the happy juniors had be- come serious seniors. After being located in G25 and G27, we were ready for business. The first duty was the election of offi- cers with the following results: President, George Selfridgeg Vice- president, Irene Fournier, Secretary, Mildred Perry, Treasurer, Herman Rademacherg Sergeant-at-arms, Donald Peterson, Hono- rary member, Miss Whittleseyg Faculty adviser, Miss McElvain3 Post editor, Frank S. Post, Jr.g Post adviser, Miss Burns. Within one month much was accomplished. Our credits were verified and we began on our last term's work in earnest. Class colors of dark brown and burnt orange were selected, and class pins were ordered. The motto 'iNot Sunset but Dawn was chosen. Early in October a most enjoyable get-acquainted party was held at the homes of three girls: Berdena Spearovv, Hazel Wells and Hildur Anderson. A wonderful time was had, and after the fun that evening was over we certainly did feel better acquainted. By 12 o'clock we were all calling each other by our first names instead of by the formal Miss- and Mr.-- Next, we staged the loudest loud-clothes day imaginable. All the paint in the art room could not picture those costumes! The senior girls started the treasury fund by selling pies one day at noon. Later, on November 18, the senior girls entertained the freshman girls in the Gym. On November 15 the cast for the class play was selected, and on December 2 at the presentation in the Washington Auditorium, the class scored a great success. Our days at Franklin are few. After a few more tests, our class day, our Senior Prom, and the reading of our Posts, will come the day of days-graduation day. Gladly will we clasp our diplomasg sadly will we bid good-bye to dear old Franklin. ROSE BORRELLI.