Girls Polytechnic High School - Maid Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE POLYTECHNIC MAID THIRD TERM GIRLS Ackerman, Grace Bakke, Lillian Bartlett, Evelyn Battilega, Mary Bauer, Martha Becker, Esther Bergen, Helen Blackler, Edith Blaufus, Lucille Boardman, Addeline Bryson, Florence Buttz, Letha Carbon, Sadie Cates, Mildred Clevinger, Helen Doescher, Ruth Felsch, Lydia Fralick, Dellrose Francis, Ida Gantenbein, Marianna Gates, Frishia Gibson, Kathryn Guthrie, Marguerite- Hallwyler, Martha Haymlan, Marguerite Hill, Margaret Jacobson, Violet Johnson, Ruth Johnson, Laura Johnston, Leona Jonas, Emily Jones, Mamie Jones, Vera Kircher, Adeline Kleistrup, Margaret Klinger, Bernice Lehman, Florence Lind, Viola Lombardi, Nicolina Lukas, Bertha Lundgren, Florence Lynn, Winnie Merlevede, Emma Meyers, Mary Milos, Lena Muth, Evelyn Nelson, Ingebor Olson, Alice Paddock, Edith Parkinson, Margaret Paveskovich, Anna Peterson, Marietta Poppino, Erma Price, Alice Quinlan, Dolores Ream, Wilma Rehbein, Elizabeth Richards, Marjorie Robinson, Marion Schulberg, Gladys Scupa, Teresa Semenza, Laura Shankland, Gladys Sinn, Frieda Smethers, Verna Snavely, Edna Sovinc, Amelia Sundberg, Lillian Svoboda, Anna Taennler, Anna Tichenor, Vivian Trantow, Blossom West, Florence Young, La.Dessa Zirbel, Gladys NN 9 A ,Qs O pats 5 ou' xwlx 1 f E . T Q y a B All ready to wear but the hand finish The labor of making taken out- The joy of finishing left for you Beautiful, artistic, refined, designed, embroidered by your own hands into fine rich fast colored fabrics that will endure until the last thread has worn away. Wash it any way you please-your money back if it fades for any reason whatsoever. All sizes from tiny babies to women's size 44 THREE SHOPS IN PORTLAND BABY'S BOUDOIR SHOP No. 1 : 382 WASHINGTON STREET No. 2: 165 WEST PARK STREET THE Rosa ' Baby and Needle Art 402 MORRISON, JUST WEST or TENTH

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30 THE POLYTECHNIC MAID A TRIP TO A FOREIGN LAND Colfax, Wiashington, is a small country town located in one of the richest wheat belts of the Inland Empire of the Northwest. It is located on the Snake River, sixty miles south of Spokane, VVashington, and has a population of between three and four thousand. Colfax was built in a long, narrow valley, completely surrounded by hills and had very little chance to increase in size. The main business sections are located in the valley, 'while the residences are built on the sides of the hills. In reality it has only two streets running lengthwise. There are numerous cross streets, but they are short and end abruptly at the foot of the hills at either end. It was in this quiet little town that my parents lived, and that Ireceived most of my early training. I had two sisters. Elsie was six years old and of a quiet disposition. Vera, my youngest sister, was three years old. I was nine years old and being the oldest had more or less responsibility. My father was engaged in a successful business, and all together we were a happy and contented family. ' But in the Spring of 1915 my mother was taken suddenly ill and died. The loss was greatly felt and could never be replaced. Left with three motherless children, my father faced a great responsibility. My mother's last words to him were, No matter what happens, be sure and take good care of the children. A housekeeper was immediately secured, but as was natural, she took no interest in us. She did not care whether we were clean or had the proper things to eat. Several other housekeepers were tried, but of no avail. They were all the same. Finally my father decided to take a trip abroad and visit his old home in Sweden, which he had left as a small boy. He thought in this way that he would be able to overcome his great sorrow, and also that he might find some means of giving his children a better training in the old country. Therefore, in the fall of the same year, preparations were made for the long trip. Finally everything was arranged and it was with heavy hearts that we bade our friends and old home good-bye, not knowing whether we should ever see them again. But as the days wore one, there were so many strange and wonderful sights to occupy our attention, that we soon forgot our troubles. We arrived in New York the day before the sailing of the boat. Being so excited and filled with anticipation of the following day, we were with great difficulty persuaded to eat or sleep. The next morning we were up early. To get to the boat we had first to take a ferry to the pier where it was anchored, so it was nearly noon before we went aboard. About three o'clock in the afternoon the anchors were taken up, and the boat was ready to leave. The bands played and there was much cheering and waving of handkerchiefs as we sailed out of the harbor. Soon the Statue of Liberty was passed and we sailed out into the rough waters of the Atlantic Ocean. It was the first time that either of my sisters or I had been on a boat, so one can imagine our sensation when we could see nothing but the sky overhead and the rolling ocean below us. At this time a gong sounded and we went below to the dining room. It was a large room with many tables scattered about. These tables would seat from six to eight people. On each table was a white table cloth with a bowl of flowers fof course this was only at the beginning of the tripl. The waiter seated us at a table near a porthole, so we could very readily see the waves splash against the windows. Wfe occupied the same table through the trip, so the waiter knew us quite well before we landed.