Grant High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Portland, OR)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1925 volume:

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Grant High School : Portland, Oregon siiiiiiillltliiiiiiiii iiiilliiliiillll iiii lllllll(li iil iiiiiii llllllliiililiiiiiiillilllllllliiiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliilliiiiililliiiiiiiiiillllll€ | Volume i March, 1925 Number 2 I imiiiiiiiiii........hi................................................................. minim................111111.......mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmif mimmmmmmmmimmimmmmmmmmmimmmmmmimmimmimmm............................... mmmmi Sabir of (Jontrnts COVER DESIGN.................................Helen Pearson FRESHIES....................................Janet Young literary- school Spirit.....................Dorothy Davis Plagiarism ..........................John Deifell Jerry Cracked a Nut.......................Leona Moyer Tony Angelo.................................Ruth Mulchay The Great Lady...........................Astrid Erickson Assemblies .................................John Muscovitz A Ship of War....................John Paul Jones The Merrie Monk.............................Anne Bricknell A Tale of Old Egypt..........................Mary Foster Dancing .......................Elizabeth Howard Budding Genius ................Adele Wedemeyer Autobiography of a Ford......Barbara Jane Averill The Tired Sophomore.........................Tom Frewen A “Sclumptious” Dinner.........Phyllis Calderwood English Folks...................Virginia Warnock Sleeping Babe...................Josephine Olsson AWARDS— Scholarship Typing ORGANIZATIONS GRANT CELEBRITIES ATHLETICS CARTOONS— Freshies...........................Ken Ferguson Snaps .............................Jack Winters Crossword Puzzle................Marjorie Whetsel JOKES ADVERTISEMENTS Page 2 MEMOIRS V. S. Grant From, Of, and By The Freshies (Gleaned by Janet Young.) RESOLUTION As we are Freshies of Grant High School, We all want to try to obey its rule By being good and working hard So each will get E's on his report card. —Gladys C. Reynolds. Wonders of Grant High Halls: “Immense!”—Carl Breuner. “Grant's Pass!”—Elizabeth Searle. Students: “Millions!”—Mildred Heston. Office: “A great big office with two secretaries. —Charles Mc- Quinn. The safe: “No burglar could ever break that!”—Neila Shaffer. The principal: “So nice.”—Agnes Graham. The dean: “A lady just for us girls!”—Mildred Donogh. The grounds: “Won’t they be beautiful in spring?”—Morton Smith. Location: “Grant is in a good neighborhood and has nice chil- dren.”—Margaret Israel. Building: “Best in Portland.”—John Gavin. Studies: “Algebra and Oral English are best.”—Elsie Mac Leo. file cafeteria: “A place to get good, hot meals. —Leonard Havs- sen. School spirit: “No school has such school spirit.”—Paul Preston. The gym: “Must be the biggest in Portland!”—Roma Managban. “My favorite place!”—Malcolm Mitchell. Athletic equipment: “What a lot! Perfect supply!”—Lindsay Wilson. The Freshies: “We’re a fine lot even if the sixth termers don’t know it! —Victor Harbaugh. Favorites I like the “freshies” best at Grant. Of course they look very young and very green to the others, but even the most dignified upper class-man was a “freshie” once, so if you don’t know them, I advise you to “look them up” right away.—Ruth Bracher. I like the system for numbering the rooms very much at Grant High. It saves much confusion between periods and is simple for new students.—Elizabeth Corby. I like Mr. Fletcher and Miss Henderson best at Grant.—Ethna Nash. I like the 2:45 bell best at Grant. I think it is the sweetest music I have ever heard.—Robert Hoomis. U. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 3 What I like best about Grant is the lunch period. After waiting-through four periods, I get hungry—especially on gym days. Even if I do have to cram the food down with hand and fist, it tastes mighty good anyway.—John Hamilton. Trying to decide what I like best at Grant High and why I like it is not such an easy task as one might think. The fact that I really like it all makes it still harder to decide. I think I like the way the classes are conducted about the best: having a different teacher for each subject, and moving from one room to another: this is a change and a rest and makes one feel more like working.—Jack Spicker. I think the best thing about Grant is the gymnasium. I always feel so fresh after being there. It seems such a relief to get away from studies. I wish it was every day.—Rowland Elliott. I like the study of science best in Grant. It is very interesting because we make many experiments showing the reason for many different things.—Earl Martyn. I like my first period Math class because Mrs. Baker has inspired us to heroic efforts—though that is as far as we have progressed for all her explaining.—Dewitt Bennett. My First Days at Grant I have spent fifteen hectic days at Grant High School. With teachers to the right of us, teachers to the left of us, and pupils everywhere. It was no easy matter for a freshie to get his bearings. But now I can make a bee line with the busiest to reach recitation room and even hold my own in the mad rush for the cafeteria. Here I feel at home and can regain my equilibrium which has been much disturbed by the intricacies of Spanish and the contortions of “gym.”— Harrison Olmstead. Freshmen: Why ? Freshmen are we, tender young things, Rc imping under the Seniors’ wings, Eating crumbs right out of their hands; Serving all the Juniors’ demands, He ping to fill their shoes some day, Making “Freshies” work the same way; Even the Sophs, our next of kin, Never see us when we come in. When thru the next three years we pass, How we will help each Freshman class; Yes! Roll ’em around on the grass. —Eileen McIntyre. Page J, MEMOIRS V. 8. Grant BLitprarp Staff John J. Deifell.......................Editor Josephine Olsson.........Associate Editor Beatrice Desilets.........Literary Editor Janet Young...............Literary Editor Harriet Medernach.... Organization Editor Donald Guild..................Joke Editor Harold Frauendorf............Sport Editor Bernice Henry..................Art Editor Stedman Shaw............Business Manager William McClung. .Asst. Business Manager Rodney Lloyd......Asst. Business Manager Maxine Stein.......................Typist Advisors Miss Burns........................Literary Miss Von...........Jokes and Organizations Miss Whittlesey.....................Sports Miss Croxall...........................Art Miss Houck .......................Business March Ah, March! We know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April’s violets! —Helen Hunt. School Spirit WN discussing the spirit of Grant High School, as a newcomer, I can judge it by the cordial reception given not only to myself but to all others who have just entered this term. There is an unusually friendly feeling manifested in the classrooms, in the halls, in the cafeteria, and also in the crowded buses in the morning. All the students are enthusiastic in the forming of new clubs, and the school seems like one large family. Even our principal radiates cordiality and friendliness and this attitude is necessarily reflected in the students. In my opinion, the student body should strive to further develop this spirit to the highest degree that it may prove beneficial both on track and field. There is nothing so helpful in the winning of interscholastic contests as the unity of spirit and the desire on the part of all to win. So, let’s turn out and yell for our teams, join the student body, and take a part in the school activities! This spirit, so marked now at the beginning of this school, if carried on by the coming students, not only will make Grant High one of the finest schools in the city, but also will give to us, her first students, an inspiration for our future lives. —Dokotiiy Davis. Plagiarism MEMOIRS Page 5 PLAGIARISM, as defined by Webster, is “the act of stealing and ■ftVmganothers ideas, words, etc.; literary theft; the writing or other matter that is stolen and used.” It’s a new word, isn’t it? I had not heard of it until occasion called on ne to find the right word, and “plagiarism” suited the conditions. Plagiarism isn't the act of copying other students’ work for our own. There is another word for that. This particular word is applied to literary matter that is copied. Still, sometimes we read and read and re-read a thing until we become so impressed with it, that we forget where we first found it, and so we think it’s our own work and hand it in to be published over our name; we don't think of what the originator might think if he read his words over our name. It seems that the practice of copying another’s words required the services of the copyright of America, not always to keep people from stealing ideas but sometimes to remind a person that somebody, before him, had had the same idea. Even the laws of America forbid a person to steal, not only articles of substance, but also articles of writing. Above all, where is the honor of a person who uses plagiarism? We think we’re honest. We may not think that copying is dishonest, but it is. Let us keep our honor, above everything, and not practice plagiarism. —John Deifell. WHATE this place! Hate the stillness, the endless yellow of the J| fields, the maddening crickets—Oh, Dad, why did we have to fail?” sobbed Gloria Winthrop despairingly. A wistful smile spread over his weary, careworn face as he quietly said, “I guess, Glory, that your old daddie wasn’t made for a business man.” “Never mind. Father, we should be thankful that we have this old farm left,” comforted Mrs. Winthrop. “I know that it is especially hard for you, Gloria, to give up all your old friends and pleasures; but we must all make the best of things. Perhaps you may learn to like it here in time.” “Like it here! Why—why I’d die if I had to live here always without any pleasures or friends,” declared Gloria fiercely. “But surely some of the boys and girls that you used to go around with at the Club will motor out here to see you,” Mrs. Winthrop suggested. “Oh, Mother, be natural! Just as if they’d waste their time coming out here in the sticks and boring themselves to death when they could be dancing,” bitterly answered Gloria as she flounced out of the room. Gloria was especially caustic towards everything that afternoon. She sat on the low steps thinking how she, Gloria Winthrop, a popular member of their exclusive set had been so cruelly deprived of the necessities of life: now that she was exiled, yes, that was the word, ex- Jerry Cracked A Nut Page 6 MEMOIRS V. P. Grant ........ iled on this impossible old farm without any decent clothes and dim chances of ever getting any more. And they expected her ro learn to like this life—to become a country milkmaid! “I won’t like it! I won’t!” she angrily declared as she kicked viciously at an unoffending rock. Gloria raised her eyes and saw a tall, curly-haired boy with a disturbing smile looking at her. How could anyone smile in this miserable place? One of the natives she supposed. “I beg your pardon, I am David Taylor, your nearest neighbor. I came over to see if there was anything that I could do to help you folks get settled.” “Well, your neighborly interest is not wanted,” she snapped. “I’m sorry if I have offended you, but you see I was talking to your father yesterday about his business failure, and I thought that perhaps I could do something to make you a little happier,” he tactfully explained. Gloria’s eyes smouldered. “You needn’t discuss my father’s affairs as they are none of your business. And I shall never be happy here! I hate it, I tell you. Hate it, and you, too, you—you farmer!” she screamed as she fled into the house. David was bewildered. He had never been rebuffed like that before. But he wasn’t to be daunted. “I’ll bring Jerry over tomorrow and perhaps he can help me win her friendship,” he mused thoughtfully to himself as he slowly wandered down the path between the farms. The next day David came over to the Winthrop’s determined to secure a measure of Gloria’s confidence, no matter how small. He found her lying in the hammock apparently unconscious of his coming. He tip-toed softly over to her and with his most winning smile whispered, “Jerry and I have come to see you.” “Are you here again?” exclaimed Gloria, exasperatingly. “I thought I told you that I didn’t want you to bother me.” “If you’ll only let us stay we’ll promise not to bother you,” David pleaded earnestly. “Oh, I suppose you’ll have to stay. But don’t look to me for entertainment for you and your friend—whoever he is.” “Pardon me. Miss Winthrop. Allow me to present my best pal, Jerry Taylor,” he announced. Gloria looked around disdainfully, expecting to see another boy. A delighted smile spread over her face as Dave drew from his pocket a little brown chipmunk. “Oh, isn’t he darling? Do let me see the furry little thing,” cried Gloria who was interested and pleased in spite of herself. When Dave left that evening he had secured a half promise from Gloria to go with him to the little woods back of the two farms and visit some of his and Jerry’s favorite haunts. He intended to make her keep that promise, too. He chuckled happily to himself as he said, “Say, Jerry, did you hear her call me ‘Dave’?” It was a lovely spring morning when Dave, Gloria and Jerry started towards the woods. Along the way Dave pointed out many interesting things that Gloria's less observant eyes would have missed. They reached their destination before they knew it. U. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 7 “Oh, isn’t this a perfect spot?’’ breathed Gloria ecstatically as her eyes drank in the fresh spring beauty of the velvety moss, the budding trees, the cool, clear brook. “I’m glad you like it,” Dave said simply. “Jerry and I spend all of our spare time here.” The afternoon passed all too quickly for Gloria who was fascinted by the interesting things Dave had told her about the woods. She promised to meet him there the next day. And so this beautiful friendship was started. Day after day they met there, studying and marveling at the botanical specimens that Dave had taught her to look for, and finding new interests in nature that she had never dreamed existed. They found that they had much in common—and so their bond of friendship ripened. One day David had to go to town and Gloria was left alone with her thoughts. Why did she allow Dave to interest her? Could it be that she was beginning to care for him? Why, he was only a country boy, a farmer. She tried to convince herself of this, but Dave’s cheerful, smiling face appeared reproachfully before her. And she, Gloria Winthrop, digging around in the woods for worthless bits of roots and leaves! Why she must have been crazy to do that for all of these weeks! Why she hated this farm! She firmly resolved not to see him again. Gloria was out in the little garden that she and Dave had so carefully cultivated. A car came up the road. “Why, it’s Ed’s car! And there’s Kev and Jean with him,” she cried joyously as she ran to meet them. “Hello, old girl. Thought we’d drag down to see if you were still amongst the living,” called Ed Canby, a dissipated looking youth of the idle rich. Through Gloria’s mind flashed a quick comparison between Dave and Ed. Ed did look sickly beside Dave, she thought to herself. After the girls had exchanged greetings Gloria asked, “Won’t you let me bring you something cool to drink if you haven’t time to come in?” “Sure thing, but rush the order as we have a date to keep, called Beverly Gordon as Gloria turned to go. “Gloria’s getting to be quite the farmerette,” laughed Jean Faulkner, sarcastically. “Yeh, I guess she’s just like her old man—made for the farm. Dad says that Winthrop has about as much business ability as a farmhand,” cuttingly rejoined Ed. “Oh, I guess it’s just as well we dropped her when we did. The gang was getting tired of her anyway,” said Bev cattily. “Hey, look at the village cut-up coming up the road,” mocked Ed as he pointed to Dave. “He must be our fair Gloria’s suitor and—” Ed stopped. His face blanched. “Lo-ook,” he stammered to the girls. They turned. They gasped. Gloria stood there, her head thrown proudly back, her fists clenched, her eyes blazing. “So, my fine friends, 1 am quite the farmerette and my father, a farm-hand at business. Oh, we were all right when you could use us, our cars, our servants, and our home. I don’t care what you say about me, but I won’t tolerate any slander against my father, my home, or Page 8 MEMOIRS U. S. Grant David. I have learned to love it here, out of the frenzied rush for money. Money—that’s all that counts with you—you despicable creatures,” Gloria cried scornfully as she left them pale and trembling. Blinded by tears and choking with rage, Gloria flung herself upon the ground and bathed her hot, flushed face in the cool water. Something furry rubbed her head. It was Jerry. “Did you come to comfort your Gloria because she was crying? Well, I guess they’ll never say mean things about our David again. Hateful things! We'd rather live here on these farms near David than in a palace in the city, wouldn't we Jerry?” asked Gloria, rubbing his soft head against her cheeks. David having searched everywhere for Gloria decided that she must have gone to their stream. As he reached the end of the path, he heard her talking to Jerry. He watched her quietly for a while; then walked softly over to her and said tenderly, “Dear Gloria, did you mean what you said to Jerry? But no, you wouldn’t have. Why, I’m only—” “My country boy,” interrupted Gloria, smiling happily through her tears. And so the problem of Gloria's life was solved, and the unconscious accomplice complacently cracked a nut for his own consumption. —Leona Moyer. Tony Angelo My name is Tony Angelo. I true Italian; I come to dees Americee Be citizeen eef can. I got no freens in desa lan’ But one beeg brodder reech, Who owns a vegetable stan, And won’t help me, no seech. I sata on the curbin’ there. And I did feel so blue, Till long there come a pleecaman Who say, “Go long there—you!” And then I look at him an say, “St. Pete, who do I see? None odder dan my good ol freen— Sanody Hanallee!” Well, now it’s been 'bout two tree months, Since dat renumbered day— And now I’ve got a pleec-force job, And gooda home, an’ pay. But let me tell you dees, ma freen ; Jus plees keep up your pluck; For there’s a lot in what you say. Just trusting teengs to luck. —Ruth Mulchay. U. 8. Grant MEMOIRS Page 9 .............................inilllMIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMIMIHMIlinilllltlllllllHIIIIIIIIIHintMIIIIMIIHIimMlllllimillllMIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIMIIIHIIIIIIMIIinillllllhlMIH.. The Great Lady “flJ'OR the knives are brave gentlemen, and the forks are gracious ladies, and the spoons—they are babies. All of them must be carefully tucked away in their purple velvet bed in the buffet drawer.” This done—Johanna returned to the kitchen. The plates are just people, the pots are black villains, but the glasses—they are queens, beautiful queens of Crystal Kingdom.” Their highnesses were gently scrubbed in the foamy bubbles of a plebian dish pan. “Johanna, you will not forget the roaster now?” called Mrs. Krum sharply from another room, inferring lest her piercing order might not reach the ears of her little high school maid. She thumped into the kitchen to see if all was as all should be. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Krum ; I fed that villain Citrus Powder and scalded him until he turned from his black ways to a brighter one—that I did.” “You tire me, Johanna, with such silly talk about a roaster as if it were a person.” “But, Mrs. Krum, a roaster is a very wicked creature, getting itself all mussed up like this; and mother said that it was a noble thing to bring it back to beautiful cleanliness again. Why, mother said that a shining kettle sings sweeter than a greasy one, and that brightly polished glasses wouldn’t even nod good morning to the smeary ones, and—.” “Goodness, Johanna, enough! I should think that your high school lessons would take some of this nonsense out of your head, but I guess it’s in your blood! Not that I would say anything against your mother, but if she would dream and make believe less she would be a whole lot better off. Honestly now, I think she should keep you home to help her on the farm—she a widow, and working you out in the city for a little more book learning in High School! That won’t help you none to keep house with when you’re married once. I never had any High School, and I am satisfied with myself.” “When papa said to me, ‘Mamma, I need our boy, David in the store; lie’s had enough learning; I didn’t interfere with any dream about his learnin’ a lot of book learnin’. David was awful upset, but he’ll get over it, and he’s a real help in the store now.” “But David might have become a great doctor like he hoped to do if you had let him go on. “Tush—more dreams! Why papa is paying him sixty-five dollars a month now, and his board free. If he’d of kept up in school it would have took him years to earn even his board yet. It’s a good thing he didn’t have a dreaming mamma like yours, Johanna, letting you dream to be a great lady and working your young years away with school books. Well, don’t forget the roaster, and mind to soak the washing. If you get up at five you can have it out before school, yes, Johanna?” Mrs. Krum, casting one more regal glance over her large, dingy kitchen, nodded in approval and thumped out. The little dreamer whisked and polished her dream queens to a delightful glitter and stood them in a proud row on the shelf, with no smeary ones among them to be snubbed and despised ! Then came a last angry tug at the villainous roaster, who begrudgingly turned over his mighty new leaf to lead a clean life. Thereupon she snatched her Citrus Powder and hurried away to conquer and subdue two huge baskets of rebellious clothes, dreaming the meanwhile to he a great lady. Some day, when her high school and college education was complete, she would put down the soap and grasp a pen, and she would become a great lady. People would nod and nudge as she passed in the street and would respectfully whisper, “There goes,” nod and whisper, “There goes Johanna Holt.” No! “There goes Johanna Vivian Darnell”—no “There goes V. Johanna Fairfax!” And all unmindful of her fame and renown she would smile sweetly to them and modestly step into her high-powered car and in low tones direct “To the studio, Janies.” Then with a subdued purring the luxurious car would whirl her away from the admiring throng. With this, V. Johanna Fairfax gathered together the bath towels, and like a true general mercilessness sent them after the defeated and retreating troupe of sheets and pillow cases into the steaming suds. She would be more- than a great lady; she would be kind, and noble, without hope of reward. She would take thousands of dollars that her popular books had earned for her and send David to school. Of course David would at once become an internationally known surgeon. There would come a day, perhaps, when he would kiss her band and say, “God bless you; you made me what I am today.” Then she would reveal to him her hidden love—whereupon two very sympathetic tears dropped lightly into the wash tub. A low, cautious little whistle recalled the dreamer. Hurriedly wiping her eyes, and still more hurriedly dumping the remaining rebels into “soap lake,” the future authoress ran to meet the great doctor. They stole a hurried visit to the neighboring drug store, away from the disapproving eyes of Mother Krum, to dream over syrupy soda glasses of things to be. Things to be grow dim when things that are go wrong. Months, and months, and months of endless dishes, of scrubbing, of baking and cleaning, finally robbed the little maker of fancies of her villains, her queens, her troupe of rebelling clothes. The brave gentlemen were merely knives to be washed and polished and put away. The weekly washing brought no military triumph to the tired little general as she hung tbem listlessly on the clothes line in the early bleak morning hours. Tired feet and aching back did not inspire ambition for school, and little by little Johanna began to dream of things more real. Fame was too dearly bought. Far sweeter now she imagined the long, lazy days at home, spent in reading in her snug little room. It would be easier to make believe with mother, who fancied away all cares. It was easier to imagine hard work than to do it. Slowly but surely V. Johanna Fairfax’s coach and six changed back to pumpkin and rats, until at last one day she packed her books and baggage. Over the last delicious soda she tearfully begged David to carry on, and then a weary little dreamer went home. Johanna hung her damp dish towel over the dish pan and rolled down her sleeves. “If I were to go to the North Pole,” she sighed, “I should never run away from dishes. I was born under a dishy star.” Mrs. Holt smiled. “Then, Johanna dear, all the stars are dishy, U. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 11 for dishes are the common light for womankind.” “Well, I’ve been brought up in a dish pan,” remonstrated her daughter, “but somehow, some way, 1 am going to break away from it all.” “Great ladies who write fine books never have to do dishes,” her mother reminded her. “It is six months now since you left school. You talk only of what you would like to do, but you do nothing!” “Dishes, mother! I do lots of dishes!” “They are only means to an end; be careful lest the means becomes the end. I have done many of them in my life, too. But when my hands were red and sore, and when I was more tired than I thought I could bear, I laughed because I had my dreams of you, Johanna dear—that some day you should be a great lady. Now I can laugh no more, and I am tired because my dreams are done.” Johanna swallowed tightly, but she answered, “I can’t mums. I can’t go back to it. It’s too hard. I can’t work my way through school. I just can’t! If you could be with me, it would be different. Mrs. Krum is so different—always telling me I’m silly to imagine about things and always heaping more and more work on me. Why, it was terrible the way she worked me! David writes they can't keep a girl now since I left. He writes he’s been going to night school since then, too, and that some day real soon lie’s going away to school.” “Some day,” answered Mrs. Holt, “he may become a great doctor and you? Will you become a great lady some day?” “It won’t make any difference. He’d never think of me then, anyway.” “No, perhaps he wouldn't of a quitter, but surely he would remember the famous Johanna Holt who had earned her own success.” “He never would,” retorted Johanna. “Why he—.” A low cau-itous whistle interrupted her. Amazed! Delighted! The little drudge flew to meet the young storekeeper and they talked together a long while, of many things. “For the knives are brave gentlemen and the forks are gracious ladies,” Johanna sang gaily as she tucked them away. David had gone to college to be a great doctor. Great doctors love only great ladies, so Johanna had come back to Mrs. Krum, to school, and to dreams. Once again she told herself the world would know V. Johanna Fairfax, or would it be V. Johanna Krum? And blushing most furiously, she fiercely polished the queens of Crystal Kingdom. —Astrid Erickson. English Folks You see a beautiful girl walking down the street. She is singular and you are nominative. You walk across to her, changing to verbal. Then it becomes dative. If she is not objective, you become plural and you walk home together. Her mother is accusative, and you become imperative. You talk of the future, she changes to objective. You kiss her, and she becomes masculine. Her father becomes present. Things are tense, and you become a past participle. —Virginia Warnock. Page 12 MEMOIRS U. S. Grant A Ship of War A ship of war with stately pride, Its anchor fast below, Lies in a harbor fair and wide, Where salt-sea breezes blow. Thick armor has this warship bold ; ’Tis made of strongest steel, No shell from foreign warships hold, Can weaken this proud keel. The gaping mouths of cannon black, Project from out its side, They guard our country from attack, Protection they provide. Upon its deck at work or play; Crou'd sailors brave and tall, The flower of our country they, Their duty first of all. The captain’s stiff white figure stands, Upon the quarter deck. The sailors wait for his commands, To help avoid a wreck. In seventy-five our ships were wood, Our men of iron cast: But now our men are strong and good, And our ships are steel and fast. —John Paul Jones. U. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 13 The Merrie Monk “Cv OOKE, CEDRIC, here coometh the merrie monk,” cried a young J4, peasant lad one bright morning in early spring. “Ay,” answered the other, “and apricking it doon the road he is as if the Old Nick himsely were after him; but that is as always. He is but a poore monk, say I. A monk out of his cloistre is nat worth an oistre.” “Litel cares he for that. They say he hath ful meny a deyntee hors in his stable, but few can surpass the oon he is astride now. It’s as broun as is a berie.” “Ah, good Hugh, yow always were a lovyere of a good hors; and that palfrey he rides is a worthy steed by my troth. Looke, tho, at its rider. He would he a mor graceful if he were less stoute. I dere swere he loves a fat swan as wel as any roost, and he has drunk ful many a mug of something stronger than water. He is nat pale as is a for-pined goost. His balled heed sheen as any glas, and eek his face as he has been enoynt; his eyen stepe and rollinge in his head that stemes as a forneys of a leed. Now certeynly he is a fair prelat. “Aye, and gaze thee at his robe, belike. I have heerd say his sleeves are purfiled at the bond with grys, and that the fineste of a lond.” “ ’Tis God’s oune truthe and more. For to festne his hood under his chin he has of gold wrought a full curious pin with a love-knot in the gretter ende.” “Just hark to his bridel ginglen in the wind as clere and eek as loude as doth the chapel belle. Zounds, Cedric, but I wolde I were in his place. Litel of care knows he. I’ll wager, or of swink, to judge from his white hondes. What sholde he studie and make himselven wood, or swinken with his handes and laboure, as Austin hit? Did yow here, Cedric, he intendes to go on a pilgrimage to Caunterbury? I’ll wager that’s whither he is bound now. An odd place, sothely, for the merrie monk to he travelling to!” “Aye, so, Hugh, but the fields are nat an odd place for us to be travelling.” So with a last, lingering look at the fast disappearing cloud of dust far doon the rode, the two lads hurried off to their day’s swink, to dream of the time when they, too, wolde be “a manly man, to been an abbot able.” —Anne Brickneli.. Page Ut MEMOIRS U. S. Grant A Tale of Old Egypt (A story told by the Jewish applewoman.) vrfNLJR life on earth is merely an initiation or a prelude to the life beyond. If we prove faithful in the trials which come to us, we shall be admitted to an everlasting companionship with the One and Only God. Herein, lies our duty. Such was the philosophy, the creed, the very life of Balthar. Balthar was a wealthy Egyptian who lived many, many hundreds of years before our era. His religion was that of the Israelite, and because of his belief and theories, so strong within him, he could do no wrong. He had an only child—a true daughter of the Nile; her hair was darker than the night; her almond eyes were sparkling black; her olive skin was satin smooth. Her beauty was such that suitors from every country were constantly seeking her hand. But, true to her father’s faith in her. she would consider no other than her true love, Japheth, the son of her father’s steward. Her aged father was never happier than when they sat side by side on the roof garden, watching the setting sun. And always he had a bit of wisdom or a theory to expound to her. Such was their custom. One night, seated thus, he leaned back in his chair and began; “Siras, my own, I have something to tell you, which will, I hope, give you greater wisdom. It is a comparison which has been with me for many months. Perfect of body you are, my child, and your intellect has been schooled more than that of most women. You have a personality which imprints upon the mind of all who see you, an image which they will never forget. But, a moment. “A commanding personality is the greatest gift this life holds for us. It can be likened to a crown. The base is the body; the framework is the mind. The pearls are thoughts; the diamonds are speeches; the rubies are good deeds; but the diadem, the emerald, without which the crown would be an unlovely thing, is a conscience. When we obey it, the whole crown sparkles bright; but when we disregard it, the light dims and often goes out. What a mockery the crown is then! “O daughter, light of my soul, protect your most precious stone and keep it shining and bright.” The lovely Siras leaned toward him as she spake: “Dear father, I will take your counsel, and through life be guided by my conscience. This I promise.” Next day the Pharoah’s son came asking for the hand of Siras. “It were wrong for her to wed with other than her love; Siras will never do that,” the aged man told him. And in his heart he said, “Least of all with you, you wine-drinking, meat-gorging, pleasure-loving son of a monarch, who follows fancy and never a single God.” Nevertheless, in his trust, he left the matter to Siras’ judgment. At first, she was deaf to all the young man’s enticements of title, fame, tnd pleasures. However, the Pharoah’s son was loath to leave. Three 17. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 15 days he staid, and by every argument known to him he tried to persuade her. At last, she consented to run away with him. And so they left in the dead of the night. Next morning a servant brought to the aged Balthar, a sheet of papyrus, which she had found in Siras’ apartment. A premonition came to the old man. Bewildered, he unrolled it. and read the cruel little note which Siras, in her haste and illusion had written. “Father: I am leaving my conscience with you, and am accom- panying our friend. Falthes, son of Pharoah, to his home. Tell Japheth to come to Memphis, if he would see a Queen. May Osiris, god of my husband’s house, smile on you. Siras.” That evening a servant, searching for a vase, came to Balthar’s apartment, and found him. He was dead. —Mary Foster. Dancing Of all the things I love to do. To ride or play at chance. There’s one I like beyond them all— It’s this—I love to dance. What joy it is to gently sway, To waltze’s rythmic beat; And on the floor a pattern trace With eager dancing feet! Or in a mad, gay Spanish dance, With music fast and wild— To whirl, and dip, and glide along— ’Tis glorious, my child! A room festooned in colors gay— Where couples lightly prance; ’Tis here I’d like the best to be, Oh, how I love to dance! —Elizabeth Howard. Page 16 MEMOIRS U. 8. Grant Budding Genius jr [OE, dear, come down. Willie is over to play with you.” “Tell him to come up here, mom.” A few moments later Willie was squatting beside his little friend, gazing breathlessly at the radio which Joe was hauling to pieces. “Gee! D’you think yer big hrother’d care?” “’Course not! Why, I’ve seen him do this very same thing lotsa times. Lookit, Willie. We’ll put this wire up around our castle and it’ll make a keen telephone. Henry, he'll never miss it.” “Golly!” whispered Willie, awestruck. “C’mon. Let’s go right now.” The two hoys jammed the few pieces that would jam into place and the rest they hid. Holding the wire clutched to his bosom, Joe, followed by his accomplice, clattered down the stairs, hanged through the kitchen door, and was off to his castle.” In a short while the wire was strung up, changing the medieval baron’s castle to an up-to-date robber’s den. For most of the afternoon the bloody two found enough excitement in this invention to keep them moving, hut suddenly Willie had an inspiration. “Say, pard, I got an idea. If we hitch this wire to that telephone wire why maybe we could hear somebody talkin’, really and truly, on their phones.” The two leaned a wobbly ladder up against a nearby house and Willie, armed with the shears, and holding one end of the wire, gingerly mounted. With a single snip the wire parted. Just at this crucial point a fearful shout broke the afternoon calm, and Henry, Joe’s big brother, and owner of the radio, came tearing across the vacant lot to where the “castle” stood. “My radio!” he roared. “You’ve ruined it. Gimme that wire!” He spluttered these words out, just as an agonized howl came from above. “Ow! My arm! Oh, golly, I’m bein’ killed!” Both heads turned up to Willie, who had given himself a shock. He was clutching his arm, and dancing around as well as he could on his feeble support. At this point Joe’s mother appeared at the kitchen door. Mothers often have a way of sensing these crucial points. Willie also sensed it, for his howls immediately stopped. Henry directly came to life, and renewed his complaint against his small but sinful brother. Dragging the culprit off to be judged, he continued to air his views, while Willie, seizing this opportunity, got down the ladder as quickly as possible, and was soon speeding from the scene of battle. Just what Henry told his mother I am not certain, but it would not be necessary for one to know if he caught a tableau which the sun saw as its last rays peeped through the window at little Joe, who was tearfully sitting on a pillow. —Adele Wedemeyer. U. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 17 Autobiography of a Ford (1910-1912 A.D.) WAM A FORD (the best car made) and I was born in Metroit, Jc Michigan. My given name is Henry, and I have a twin sister, Lizzie, for whom I am often mistaken. My mother was a wheelbarrow, born in Mew Narket, Dichigan. My father was a “Rolls Rough” born in Yew Nork, Yew Nork. I left my home in Metroit when I was sold to Mr. Farmer for seventy-five dollars down, and three dollars a week. Mr. Farmer was the most peculiar piece of humanity I have ever seen. He did not have the slightest conception of driving a good car, and I was in misery each time he took me out of his barn—my special lodging house. He continually persisted in shifting me from low to reverse, and then calling me some queer names if I went backwards. One day he took me out of my house and around the block, stopped in front of a strange looking barn, and sounded my horn. Almost immediately the door opened, and out of the house swarmed all of Mr. Farmer’s family and relatives, exclaiming “Let’s drive to Cill’s Horners! Let’s drive to Cill’s Horners!” Oh, what excruciating agony I suffered that day! On our return trip Mr. Farmer drove me into a telephone post and made my nose bleed; he drove too close to some fence posts and scratched off part of my nice shiny complexion. As his relatives climbed out they declared, “We have spent a most enjoyable afternoon. Please come and take us riding in that wonderful car again.” That cheered me up some. I was then put into my barn and was expected to sleep, but who could after such a day? I stayed awake all that night wondering where my sweet mother, noble father, twin sisters and brothers were; wondering if they had owners more capable, who could fully appreciate valuable cars. Day after day my owner took me over the same roads; stopped at the same houses: took in the same number of quarts of milk; and returned home at the same time in the evening. After ten months of this hard labor. I was deeply wounded to hear my master say, “I have ridden around in that shabby old rattle-trap all 1 intend to. 1 am absolutely ashamed to take the milk around to the houses, let alone go to church in it. I think I will get a Buick, as that bright young salesman told me I had better.” A nice new house was built for Betsy Buick while I was locked up in my old shack. Mr. Farmer brought visitors out to inspect Betsy, and he would point out all the good points, saying proudly: “Look at this powerful engine; look at these new non-skid tires; look at this automatic windshield wiper.” Then for the first time I looked at myself. My fenders were half off ; my doors were half off their hinges; my top was in rags, and I had only one wheezing cylinder left. But had I not been faithful? Had I not traveled the rough, muddy roads where no other car could go? Had I not been Mr. Farmer’s first car, the one who taught him to drive? Had 1 not given Page 18 MEMOIRS U.S. Grant my owner’s relatives their first joy ride? Had not they been joyful and happy over me? And now, did I deserve such abandon? Alas! My chagrin was to be greater! One day a dirty, ignorant, junk dealer drove up and asked Mr. Farmer if he had anything to sell. My master replied, “Well, yes. Over in that wooden shack is a pile of junk which might be of use to you. But say,” he called as the man walked toward my shack, “you might leave the engine. I may use it some time.” Such was the end of a faithful car. —Barbara Jane Averili.. The Tired Sophomore (Inspired by Longfellow) It was the tired sophomore In the seat in front of me, And he hath taken a wee freshman To bear him company. The freshie’s eyes were blue as lakes, And his hair was like the sun, And his little voice ran on and on Like the brook which ne’er is done. “And what means ’hie, haec, hoc’ kind sir?” And the little freshman cried. “It? meaneth ‘this’ and also ‘he’.” Proudly, the soph replied. “And what means ‘is, ea and id?” He asked in voice so sweet “It meaneth ‘He’ and ‘she’ and ‘it’— Stop bouncing on the seat.” But here they both got off the bus; The bell was ringing then. The little freshie had six books; The soph’more had a pen. I saw them not throughout the day; My thoughts were all in ’math’; But when dismissal bell had rung, I saw them on the path. The sophomore was very glum The freshie—he was gay. The soph’more moaned and groaned aloud, To the freshie he did say: “I know I don’t deserve this grade, I’ve learned my lessons, too.” The frosh received an all “E” card; The soph had nought but “U.” —Tom Frewen. U. 8. Giant MEMOIRS Page in A “Sclumptious” Dinner LOWLY I opened my eyes, blinked a little, then gazed around delightedly at my surroundings. To think that at last I had my wish and was finally settled at this Arizona ranch for the summer. My gaze wandered from my small white cot over to the rustic dressing table, to the small mirror on the roughly plastered wall and finally to the open window where a single bee droned lazily and hovered about a tall holly-hock that peeped in the window. The morning sunlight streamed in upon my bed and seemed fairly to beckon me outdoors, and as a result, I ran to the low window and resting my chin in one hand gazed out upon that far-reaching, sage-smelling desert that seemed to stretch to the ends of nowhere. The pungent odor of the sage mingled with the delightful freshness of the air caused me to feel very hungry, and I dressed hurriedly, eager to explore this wonderful out-of-doors. When I arrived in the dining-room, I discovered that everyone else had eaten and that I was to be alone at the breakfast table. Ching Lee, the Chinese cook and waiter combined, brought me a delicious breakfast that only Chinese cooks can make. He chattered incessantly in his native tongue as he served me, so that I was obliged to lay down the magazine I had brought to read. I think he was saying his prayers by the way he ran back and forth across the room waving his arms and chattering in that sing-song voice of his, but I was too polite to ask and calmly went on eating. I finally swallowed the last piece of toast that I could possibly eat and picking up my broad-rimmed shade hat I started for the door. Ching Lee followed me anxiously and as I stopped he sing-songed in his funny way: “You no likee blekfas?” I nodded brightly at him and with a smile answered, “It was scrumptious, Ching Lee. The finest ever,” and went out into the garden, leaving a rather bewildered Chinaman behind who was murmuring to himself, “sclumptious, sclumptious.” The garden was a real, little oasis in that arid desert and contained every sweet-smelling and pretty-faced flower that ever graced a small garden. I gave a glance towards the peonies and the mignonette and deciding that there was too much else to see, drew in a deep breath that brought to me the scent of roses mingled with heliotrope and baby-breath, and sauntered out towards the corral. Here I found my uncle, who had brought me here, and he immediately took me over to meet some of his cowboys. “I’m sorry, Little Jane,” uncle said (he always called me ‘Little Jane.’ Why, I don’t know when I was all of fourteen.) “I’m sorry but I'll have to leave you for about a week. You see, we have to take a herd of Jerseys over to Pete Bronson, and I’ll have to start this afternoon. Will you mind. Little Jane?” He pinched my cheek affectionately, as I leaned forward eagerly. “Can’t you take me with you, uncle?” I asked. “I would so love to go.” He shook his head and my hopes sank. “No, I’m afraid not. Be too rough riding for you.” Finally, after much coaxing and wheedling, I persuaded him to let me go, and he went off to have a pony saddled for me. Delighted. I Page 20 MEMOIRS U.8. Grant danced to my room where I joyfully donned my riding breeches and gathered together the things I would need on the trip. About two that afternoon we started off riding in the rear of a great herd of cattle that were hedged in on all sides by cowboys. The afternoon was uneventful, and I thoroughly enjoyed riding along that rolling desert. Great rock cliffs rose on my right and shut off part of the desert, and 1 was informed that we would soon near Rocky Canyon. The heat, combined with the dust and constant riding made me extremely sleepy and I nodded several times in my saddle. Suddenly a low, ominous rumble made me strain forward expectantly while a sudden unaccountable fear clutched at my heart. The heat seemed suddenly intense and the air, dry and dusty. I noticed my uncle start forward hurriedly at the sound and I followed him anxiously. Suddenly again that rumble rent the air, and the great herd of moving cattle quickened their steps. 1 heard uncle giving orders to a nearby cowboy who passed it on to the rest, and 1 wondered what it all meant. 1 hurried up to uncle and inquired as to what was the trouble. At my question he turned a worried, troubled face towards mine and answered briefly, “Possible stampede.” I suddenly felt dizzy and clutched the reins tightly. STAMPEDE! The very thought sent a cold chill down my spine, yet my face was intensely hot. I had read loads of Western stories, nearly all of which contained a stampede, but I certainly never expected to experience the sight of one. A STAMPEDE! And I was in it! I glanced around now thoroughly frightened and saw that the cowboys were trying to stop the ever-increasing speed of the herd. The low rumble had by this time grown to a veritable roar, and I clutched frantically at the pommel. Suddenly a strange thing happened. The leader of the cattle, a large, ring-nosed Jersey, instead of leading the herd forward turned and started towards us! It has always been extremely difficult for me to remember anything that happened after that tense moment, but I can still see that bull in the lead with every follower in the rear swerving in its path and with increasing speed heading straight towards us. I remember somebody yelling in my ear to go to the right, and I suppose I followed out the command for I soon found myself riding with all the speed that my small mustang could muster. I glanced towards the oncoming herd and gasped. They were but two hundred yards away and were coming nearer, nearer! Faster and faster we rode, or rather flew, and my breath now came in short, gasping breaths as I leaned far over the pony. Suddenly, I pulled the reins hard and the pony stopped just at the edge of a deep chasm. My heart sank with a sickening thud, and fearfully I gazed down the rocky gulch. What should I do? It was certainly time for quick action and there was no time to think. A cloud of dust hovered above the crazed cattle, and the stamping of their hoofs on the hard, arid desert could have been heard for miles. A sudden plan took root in my brain and grew as the seconds passed. I glanced about for a rope to use as a lasso and finally found one tied on to the saddle. Even thought I was only fourteen, and a girl at that, I had always been able to throw a fairly good lasso and had often terrified my mother by some of my wild tricks with it. Quickly I untied the rope and made a loosely tied noose while that surging herd crept up inch by inch, foot by foot, two hundred feet, V. 8. Grant MEMOIRS Page 21 one hundred feet, fifty feet! Closer, closer! I was now but a few feet from the leader and was standing half up in my saddle at one side, my arm raised with the rope in my grasp. I was suddenly aware of hoarse cries in the rear, but I stayed in my saddle and neither turned nor answered. I was now nearly abreast of the beast, and I whirled my arm, then swung. An instant I paused and noted with pride that the noose had landed neatly over the Jersey’s head, and I pulled tight. Then still holding the rope, I turned and lashed the pony with the whip and urged him forward. “Speed, boy, speed!” I whispered and turned the pony away from the chasm. The rope did not cut my hand as I had first surmised for the snorting bull did not hesitate to follow once we had him under control. For one fleeting moment I turned and saw that the whole herd had swerved from the chasm and were all gradually slowing down. I urged the pony on for one more minute; then I let the rope slip from my hand and had the satisfaction of seeing the leader stumble along a few steps then stop and shake his shaggy head from side to side, snorting and stamping angrily. I heard a shout behind me and turned in time to see one of the cowboys riding towards me waving his hat like a madman. I turned and grinned at him cheerfully—then I knew no more. I awoke for the second time that day to find myself riding along with my uncle in his saddle. “How are you. Little Jane?” he said softly and anxiously. I smiled up at him and replied that I was as fine as ever. “And how is the herd?” I inquired, noticing for the first time that the shadows of evening had fallen and that the last rays of a dying sun were just disappearing over the horizon. “With your help, little heroine, they are traveling towards Pete Bronson’s;” then more seriously, “You know, Little Jane, I owe you a great deal for saving my herd. Every last one of them would have fallen into Rocky Canyon if it hadn’t been for you. I—I—can’t tell you, Jane, how—” he broke off with a little catch in his voice. “But aren’t we going towards Mr. Bronson’s, too?” I questioned. He need not have answered, for at that moment I caught sight of our own log cabins and could see a dim outline of my aunt on the porch. I was disappointed at having to miss the trip, but deep down in my heart I was really glad to be home again. I waved to the figure on the porch, and soon we were standing on the steps while uncle explained our hasty return and told auntie to put me to bed. Here I voiced my disapproval and stoutly refused to .go to bed, declaring that I was perfectly all right and needed no sleep. Suddenly a crowd of cowboys rode up to the door and demanded to see the “desert heroine.” I wondered whom they meant and was certainly surprised when uncle brought me forth and told me to “bow nicely to the gentlemen.” The row of smiling faces before me somehow frightened me more than had that herd leader. 1 suddenly ran indoors while a great cheer went up from their lusty cowboy throats. It sounded like a lot of unnecessary noise to me, so I went in and asked Ching Lee to make me some dinner. He grinned broadly at me and answered in his usual sing-song fashion, “Ching Lee make Mees Jane sclumptious dinner?” —Phyllis Calderwood. Page 22 MEMOIRS V. S. Grant The Sleeping Babe a MASS of tousled, golden curls in bright relief against the snowy pillow; a pair of baby eyes, closed in sound slumber, the dark lashes sweeping the rosy cheeks; a pair of baby lips, rose-red, and parted slightly, as though pausing in the delights of the bottle of milk nestled in the relaxed arms; two little hands, carelessly resting on the pillow and sheet, pausing in their eternal childish business; a little playsuit, rompers of bright pink and waist of snowy white, symbolic of golden play-days; a pair of chubby little legs, dimpled and sturdy, quiet at last from the joyous, never-tiring action of babyhood; two little cherub feet, clad in booties of bright pink; this is the sleeping babe, healthy and cheerful, in one of its pauses in the gleeful play of happy babyhood. -Josephine Oi-sson. MEMOIRS Page 23 V. 8. Grant Htoaris Scholarship Letters tfT the close of last term letters were awarded for scholarship. A jX red letter was given for an “E” average in all subjects, and a blue letter for all “E’s” for four quarters. At the end of the present term, another scholarship letter will be added to the group. This is a gray and blue letter for all “E’s for eight quarters. The following students won scholarship letters: Blue Letters Elizabeth Scott John Skinner Albert Arnst Elizabeth Burch Olive Christianson Wilmadene Rickolson Roberta Denny Marjorie Nelson Bernice Woodard Red Letters Jane Archbold Howard Johnson Grace Baird Virginia Green Frances Bittner Marjorie Needham Harry Browne Hazel Packer Roberta Burch Leo Reirstad Richard Ferguson Marvin Anderson Earl Cramer Mary Edelson Evelyn Cooke Wilma Enke Jean Doyle Sarah Hallam Walter Durham Mary Foster Winifred Duncan Helen Hurd Dorothy Dowling Margaret Kempenich Dora Goodin Eleanor Look Martha Hystad Harriet Medernach Alladine Hollister Helen Mielke Frank Robinson Josephine Olsson Edith Smith Geven Panton Merle Starr Jean Smith Dorothy Moffatt Mary Reynolds Abigail Moreland Garner Talboy Virginia Paris Robert Templeton Clifford Payne Betty Woerner Fred Tate Harold Frauendorf David Tobey Norman Scoville Lucile Wallace Ferrin Moreland Adele Wedemeyer Edward Wells Dorothy Anderson Virginia Wells Margaret Ansley Espen White Katherine Conkle Viola Beydler Minnie Elmer Rodney Lloyd Bruce Wells Louise McArthur MEMOIRS U. 8. Grant Page 24 Typing Awards The Commercial Department announces typing awards for the month of January. Underwood Typewriter Co. Maxine Stein, 45 words net, bronze medal. Rita Lipp, 31.2 words net, certificates. Frances Ford, 36.5 words net, certificates. Velma Corbin, 34.2 words net, certificates. Remington Typewriter Co. Luthada Parmer, 38.5 words net, certificates. The above awards represent progress toward excellence in typing, and are the first awards won in this school. The typing department expects all second term students to have a 30-word certificate and all third term students to have a 40-word award before receiving credit for their work. —E. E. Horning. Thanks The staff is grateful to Mr. Eilertsen, Loren Shisler and Edward Snipes for making two wooden contribution boxes for “Memoirs.” One of these boxes is in the library; the other hangs in the main entrance hall of the building. Such attractive, practical boxes, so conveniently placed, will be helpful to all the students as well as the editors. V. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 25 4Drpti;tfitiong Student Council HE first Student Council of Grant School retired after a most suc-cessful term, leaving their duties to the officers of the new council, who are: President, Walter Heitkemper; vice-president, Eleanor Look ; secretary, Betty Allen ; treasurer, Frances Ford ; editor-in-chief, John Deifell, and athletic representative, Tom Handely. A Student Body Representative was elected from each room and each club. The Council is confronted by a serious financial problem this term. As the expenditures for the spring term will be heavy, some method of raising money must be adopted definitely. Two new clubs have been approved by the Council: A girls’ literary club and a boys’ debating club. The members of the Student Council represented Grant at the Educational Exposition held at Oregon Agricultural College on February 21, 22 and 23. —Bktty Allen. Fire Squad WtftflTH the aid of Mr. Fletcher the fire squad has improved the fire drills greatly by arranging certain groups of rooms for certain exits. Each man has his post and he sees that the students get out as quickly as possible. The temporary board walks from the ends of the building have made it possible to clear the building more quickly. Our present record is 58 seconds. Alva Horsfeldt has acted as leader and Dwain Taft and Kenneth Curry, assistants thus far. Officers will be elected soon, then regular firemen badges will be secured. The fire drills have been better, but not so good as they might be. All we need is better co-operation of the students in getting out as fast as possible, and not talking or lagging behind. If the students will keep these things in mind, soon we shall have excellent fire drills. —Benton Skibitzke. Gamma Phi Sigma HF Gamma Phi Sigma was organized on January 8 for the pur-pose of drill in debating and parliamentary law. Mr. Wharfield is the faculty advisor, and the charter members are Jerome Bischoff, John Deifell, Howard Hall, Walter Heitkemper, Norman Scovill, Orrin Scovill, Ivan Silverman, George Todd, and Hartwell Whitney. On February 3, Sam Gortler and Espey White were voted into the club, which raised the membership to eleven. The officers are: President, Norman Scovill; vice-president, John Deifell; secretary-treasurer, George Todd, and sergeant-at-arms, Hartwell Whitney. Orrin Scovill is the club’s representative to the Student Council. The Gammas meet the first and the third Tuesdays of each month. —George Todd, Secretary. Pnyr W MKMOIRS U. S. Grant Sixth Termers OTS fifth termers, the class of June ’26 were very active in school affairs, hut as sixth termers they expect to be even more active. The datut met on January twenty-seventh, and elected the following officers as leaders for the Spring term: Jack Card, president: Helen Pearson, vice-president; Richard Harper, secretary and treasurer, and (iraham Covington, sergeant-at-arms. Among the sixth termers participating in the activities of Grant are: Walter Heitkemper, president of Student Body; John DeifFel. editor of Memoirs”; Betty Allen, secretary of Student Council; Mig-noii Morgan and Alva Horsfeldt, council members. t n the Memoirs stall are: Rodney Lloyd and William Mc- ( lung, assistant business managers; Beatrice Desilets, literary, and Maxine Stein, typist. The class is well represented on the basketball team by John Walker, Lloyd Backstrom, Donald Simpson and Stanley Jaloff, who are starring oil the first team. —Richard Harper, Secretary. The U.S. Radio Club ftp 11 L Radio Club is progressing rapidly. Interesting programs have been given and there is promise of more interesting ones yet to come. At the last meeting in January the following officers were elected: President. Cecil Samuels; vice-president, Nolan Holt; sec- retary. Richard Williams; treasurer, Norman Dimick, and sergeant-at arms, Maurice Sugerman. t one of the first meetings in the new term the club decided to make and repair radio apparatus. This is done not so much for the purpose of making money as to secure practice in the assembly and repair of different types of radio sets. In order to get in closer touch with people requiring the above services, the club is carrying an advertisement in a local Rose City paper. This has enabled the club to secure splendid results. —Richard Williams. Girls’ Glee Club ftp UR Girls' Glee Club has begun the spring term with renewed esl, and promises to become one of which Grant High may well be proud. Under the able direction of Mr. Evans the girls are gaining not only a more advanced knowledge of musical technique, but also a real pleasure such as only true music-lovers can know. In addition to the songs of last term, the girls have been learning some ver pretty selections, such as “The Lost Chord. “The Pilgrims' Chorus, and Love Divine. At present they are working upon a beautiful piece. “Afloat at Dusk.'- Elizabeth Howard is the accompanist, and Frances Jordan, assistant accompanist. The purpose of the Glee Club is two-fold: First, to develop and widen the scope of vocal talent among the girls: and. second (and in this all girls are earnestly urged to participate) to furnish, not only to its members, but also tx a waiting world, a precious bit of that infinite heaven on earth- -melody. —Joseph IN V Olsson. Secretary. V. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 27 miiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiimHiiiiiHHiitiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimiiMiiiiiiiii Orchestra flt'HE orchestra has improved greatly, due to the talented director, Mr. Millard. Several old members have come hack and many new members have been added since the beginning of the term. Because of this a few of those who played second violin have been promoted and are now playing first. Monday, Washington’s birthday, the orchestra played at an assembly held in the morning. They played “Americaa medley, “March Militaire,” by Schubert, and “My Maryland.” That afternoon they repeated the program at the Oregonian broadcasting station. It was the first time a high school orchestra of Portland had played over the radio, and proved quite a success. Robert E. Millard, Director Tom F re wen, Assistant Director First Violin Glenn Barlow Betty Ann Bunch Mildred Coi.lamore Jean Doyle Tom Frewen Ali.adine Hollister Anna May Nolan Margaret Paladeaux Second Violin Frances Babcock M a rg a ret CII a m bre au Dora Dillow Paul Gally Dorene Heacock Ruth Washburn Ruth VanSciioonhoven Cello Gladys Potts James Babson Piano Doris Knobel Richard Bauman Saxophone Frank Schumacher Flute Horace Cherrington Donald Stahl Traps Robert Dick —Betty Ann Bunch. U.S. Grant Hi Y' HE purpose of the Hi-Y is to create, maintain and extend through-Vtl' out the school and community, high standards of Christian character. In order to fulfill this purpose, a plan has been made to raise money for the treasury by means of a lecture and motion picture entertainment by Mr. Kay Conway, a noted Mazama and mountain climber. The vocational guidance campaign conducted by the Y. M. C. A. was attended almost one hundred per cent by the Grant club. Most of the members are planning to attend the annual conference of the Portland Hi-Y clubs at Seaside, Oregon. March 20 to 22. One interesting meeting was held with the Jefferson Hi-Y Feb. 23. The whole evening was devoted to discussion of the problems and achievements of the two clubs. Mr. Paul T. Shaw, advisor of the Grant Hi-Y, has the club thoroughly organized and in good working order. Since the last edition of “Memoirs,” three new members have been elected: Steadman Shaw, Hugh McCall and Jack Card. A number of standing committees have also been appointed. —Eugene Tarbei.l. Grant Dramatic Club ®HE Grant High School Dramatic Club was organized late last term for those students who are interested in dramatics, and who will eagerly participate in dramatic activities. Since the club is very large, it was separated into two divisions: The junior section, composed of third, fourth and fifth term students elected the following officers: Marjorie Nelson, president: Olive Christianson, vice-president; Harriet Hageman, secretary; Ferrin Moreland, treasurer, and Miss Cooke, faculty advisor. The senior division, composed of sixth term students, elected officers as follows: Claire Applegate, president; Richard Harper, vice-president; Beatrice Des-ilets, secretary; Frances Catlin, treasurer, and Miss Davis, faculty advisor. Miss Stout, teacher of Oral English, is the general advisor. The two divisions are working on “The Trysting Place,” a one-act play by Booth Tarkington. They expect to present this at a club program in the near future. The club is also planning to sponsor an all-school play, “Daddy-Long-Legs,” by Jean Webster, to be given for the public later in the term. Try-outs for this play will begin immediately. —Beatrice E. DesIlets, Secretary. Chrestomathion Society tHE first business meeting of this term of the Chrestomathion Debating Society was held January 30. The permanent constitution has been adopted and it was decided that the same officers should be kept for the coming term: Bess Templeton, president; Mary Reynolds, vice-president; Alice Morrow, secretary-treasurer; Betty Woerner, sergeant-at-arms; Helen Mielke, editor. The first important debate of this term was held February 6, the question being: “Resolved, That the present system of interscholastic sports is detrimental.” The negative, upheld by Margaret Kempenich and Betty Woerner, defeated the affirmative, supported by Florence Bell and Peggy Hallam. The names of girls wishing to join the club are being discussed and will be voted upon in the near future. Plans for an entertainment in assembly are also being made and the entire club feels that the coming term is to be one of success for the Chrestomathians. —Helen Mielke, Editor. Girl Reserves flPHE first meeting of the Girl Reserves of Grant was held February vl? 11, 1925. There were present seventeen girls, Miss Clair, who will be our leader, and Miss Cochran, leader of the High School Reserves of the city. We enjoyed a talk by Miss Cochran, who explained the differences between Grade Girl Reserves and High School Reserves. At the next meeting, February 13, an election of officers was held. The result was: Harriet Hageman, president; Margaret Wienike, V. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 29 vice-president; Helen Binford, secretary, and Lorene Christenson, treasurer. We had an interesting meeting and discussed our plans for the party held February 27 in the orchestra room of the gym. February 27, the Girl Reserve Frolic was held. To this party were invited all the girls in the school who might be interested in becoming members. Our program consisted of remarks by the president; a skit to show what it means to be a Girl Reserve, reading and musical numbers. We adjourned early to go to the Newberg basketball game. Our new club wishes to extend, through “Memoirs,” an invitation to any girl in Grant High School who wishes to join this branch of our world-wide organization. —Helen Binford, Secretary. The Room Representatives cm HEN tickets are to be sold, who sells them? When money is to V ll be collected, who collects it? When announcements are to be made, who makes them? And when subscriptions for “Memoirs” are to be secured who secures them? The Room Representatives! The office of Room Representative is a responsible one. There are many duties one has, and many things which must be done on time. The Room Representatives have been very helpful in all things at Grant. The football team relied upon them to sell tickets and encourage students to come to games. The student body, in order to sell their tickets of membership and establish an organization, called on the Representatives to help them. And when we wanted subscriptions for the magazine, this same group of active students helped us. In fact, this issue would not have been a financial success had it not been for their enthusiastic support. Then, too, the boy or girl who represents his room is greatly honored. He is elected from a large group of pupils as the one his classmates think most worthy to represent them. Just as carefully as the ancient Romans chose capable leaders to solve their weighty problems do these registration members select their leader. What a great honor to daily represent thirty or forty hopeful, earnest, wide-awake Grant students! The staff of “Memoirs” feels greatly indebted to these students and wishes to thank them. The Room Representatives for this term are: Clifford Payne Bennie Johnson Malcolm Mitchell Bert McCoy Eugene Tarbell Elizabeth Bunch Jerry McDonald Marguerite Tarbell John Goss H. D. Andrews Ben Walling Roberta Denny Alladine Hollister Edmond, George Brocker Bernard Moore Kenneth Curry Kenneth Moore Sarah Hallam Edward Wells Alice Morrow Alva Horsfeldt Donald Welch Mignon Morgan Bob Templeton Chester Pierce —Janet Young. Page 30 MEMOIRS U. S. Ciant ..................................................................MiiiiiiiHitiiHiMiimiitiiiiiiiMiMiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiMiimtitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuti....... % Popular Boy------------Tom Handley Popular Girl-----------Emery Miller Studious Boy__________________Albert Arnst Fashion Plate---------------Margaret Hall Ten-o’Clock Scholar______________Ted Leiter School Jester----------Dick Harper Excellent Musician.Margaret Paladeaux Loud Speaker-----------Tom Dunham Sunshine Girl------------------Betty Scott Jack-the-Bean-Pole_____Edgar Rutan Covered-Wagon Girl____________Dora Platt Calorie Kid--------------------Nolan Holt Athletic Star------------------Lloyd Backstrom Song Bird-----------------------Ruth Shoemaker Noted Actor____________Otto Walker Blue-Letter Boy--------John Skinner Sweet Tooth------------Mr. Runquist Library Ghost----------Gwen Panton Information Bureau-----Orrin Scovill Flaming Locks----------Betty Woerner Modest Violet----------Garner Talboy Midget-------------------------Alice Morrow Handsome Lad---------------------Ian Mackay Sleepy Head--------------------Cyrus Blair Teachers’ Pet------------------Helen Hurd Teachers' Pest_________________Frank Bliss Friendly Helper--------Mr. Fletcher Marcelled Locks___Maynird Thompson Shy Lass..-------------Peggy Hallam Country Kid_______William McClung School Enthusiast Josephine Olsson Strollers--------------Helen Pearson Jack Winters 4 V. 8. Grant MEMOIRS Page 31 Stblftifg Football Letters ARANT HIGH SCHOOL Issued the first group of athletic letters in its history to seventeen players of the football squad at a special recognition assembly upon the closing of the first term of school. Service on the squad during the past season has been rewarded by a letter to any player engaging in one-fourth of the quarters and maintaining his scholarship to a passing mark. The following boys have secured letters for service : Capt. Walker Anstey Gleason Backstrom Ivison Boone Lillie Caldwell McCall Charlton Rummell Clough Saxon Daugherty Tarbell Dunham Schmitt A Token of Esteem Mr. Wharfield, our successful coach in football, was presented in assembly with a token of appreciation for his faithful work. This token was in the form of a fountain pen and a pencil set which was given by the members of the football squad. Mr. Wharfield accomplished wonderful results with the inexperienced team that he had. Captain-elect Backstrom made the presentation, and also thanked Assistant Coaches Eilertsen and Runquist for their work and interest in the team. Page 32 MEMOIRS U. 8. Grant Grant Starts Basketball Although this is Grant’s first attempt at basketball, she has made a brilliant showing. This team is full of pep and eager to go. We have played to date eight games, winning six. This is a remarkable feat for the first squad Grant has produced. Our first game was with Gresham. In this game we were defeated by a narrow margin. The Gresham quintet seemed more experienced and was just a little the better team. The outcome of the game was always in doubt, however. The Generals put up a good struggle from the start to finish. Our next games were with Parkrose, Oregon Institute of Technology, and Franklin Aces. Grant came into her own and had little trouble in putting to rest these teams. Grant played better ball and showed more form from time to time. McMinnville was our next opponent. This team is made up of good players who shoot well and have wonderful team-work. We are sorry to have to say it, but we were defeated. We are not sorry, however, for the defeat as far as spirit was concerned. If ever Grant fought it was in this game. The game was interesting from start to finish. Time and again the Generals took the ball down the floor only to be stooped by the McMinnville defense. We then met Gresham again on our floor. This game was won by the Generals. Grant played in the last part of the game as they never have played before. Pep and fight was exhibited by both teams. The Independence game was an easy contest for Grant. Independence was thought to be a hard opponent but was easily outplayed by the passing and shooting of Lillie and Jaloff of our fighting squad. Every man on Grant’s team is to be commended for the pep he exhibited. The Milwaukie quintet was our next defeated opponent. She was defeated bv the brililant teamwork of our squad. This game wras not so very fast. GRANT LOSES INITIAL GAME In a fast and furious game January 9 Gresham Hisrh nosed our team out of a victory which they fought hard enough to deserve. The final score was twenty-one to twenty. This game was Grant’s first attempt at basketball and the team showed remarkably well. The Generals, although lacking in team play, gave the fast Gresham quintet a real scare. Lillie and Jaloff starred for the Generals vvhile Nelson and Keenan were in the limelight for Gresham. The line-ups: Grant (20) Gresham (21) Jaloff (8)--------F_______(5) Keenan Simpson (6)-------F____(4) Wadworth Lillie (5)--------C_______(6) Nelson Walker (1)--------G_____(4) Dowsett Backstrom ------__G_____(2) Mattson Payne_____________S GRANT WINS EXCITING GAME The Generals, coming into their own, defeated Gresham at the Grant Gym in their second game with this school. After the first half in which Gresham outplayed us, our fighting team came back and snatched victory from their hands. At the end of the first half the Gresham quintet had a seventeen to nine lead. Grant being unable to get well started. In the second half Grant, gathering speed like an engine, started a phenomenal spurt. The last three minutes of the game was a whirlwind finish in which the Generals looped five goals to Gresham’s one. Lillie was high point man for Grant with fourteen tallies. Nelson, high point man for Gresham, made eleven points. Horse-feldt. Walker and Jaloff played a spectacular floor game. The line-ups were: Grant (30) Gresham (25) Jaloff (6)-------F-_(10) Wadworth Horsefeldt (4)----F------(4) Keenan Lillie (14)_______C_____(11) Nelson Walker (3)--------G-------- Dawsett Backstrom ________S________ Mattson Charlton (3)------G-------Glenfield McCall____________S GENERALS BOW TO McMinnville In our third game of the season the Generals met defeat in the hands of the powerful McMinnville quintet. Our team put up their best fight, but their best was not quite good enough. The game was fiercely fought; the Generals never gave up. Lillie lived up to his reputation as high point man. He was responsble for most of Grant’s score. Backstrom and Walker featured by their close guarding. The Grant squad passed well and used this, to great advantage. The line-ups: Grant (18) McMinnville (24) Simpson ----------F------(7) Green McCall------------F_____(5) Miller Lillie (12)-------C---(4) Wakeman Walker (1)-------G------(5) Trawin Backstrom (1)----G----(6) Laughin Horsefeldt (4)---S__________Warren Charlton ---------S Referee, Fernley. •tllllllllllllllllllllll U. 8. Grant MEMOIRS Page ,1.1 •ilIKdIlllimfllllMIIIIIIIIIIMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIilllllllllMMIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllKIIIIIIIIIMimilllllllllllllllMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIimMIIIIII min 1111111 ■ ii i mi 111)11 GENERALS WIN DECISIVE GAME On February 13, in Grant Gym, the Generals buried their opponents, Independence High, under an avalanche of baskets. The Grant quintet played like an old, experienced team which never plays too fast or too slow, always playing consistent ball throughout the game. The Independence team, last year's champions of Oregon, did not display the team work that was so evident with the Generals. Grant’s shooting and passing were far superior to that of their opponents. At the end of the first quarter, Grant had a 20 to 4 lead which she never once surrendered. Lillie was high point man with eighteen points. Baker and Weddle played good ball for Independence, but their efforts to win the game gave way before the exceptional brilliance of Lillie, Horsefeldt, Walker and Jaloff. The line-ups: Grant (39) (19) Indep’ce Horsefeldt (3)_____F________(9) Baker Jaloff (10)__________F_______(4) Cook Lillie (18)_________C______(6) Weddle Walker (8)_________C._____________Ruef Backstrom __________G____________Baker Charlton ___________S_________Calbreth McCall______________S-----------Schunk GRANT ADDS ANOTHER JEWEL TO HER CROWN On February 18, in Grant Gym, the Generals added another jewel to their crown by defeating Milwaukie 23 to 15. The whole Grant squad played a good brand of ball. Charlton and Walker broke up Milwaukie’s attack time after time. Simpson held his man to no points and played the floor well. Lillie, high point man, and Jaloff came through for their amount of credit. The score at the end of the first half was 11 to 3. At no time during the game did Milwaukie show signs of coming out on top. Although at times the game was a little slow, the Generals deserve a great deal of credit for their peppy passing and shooting. The line-ups: Grant (23) (15) Milwaukie McCall (2)__________F______(2) Spillane Simpson ____________F-----------Creager Lillie (14)_________C_______(4) Fields Walker (4)---------G-----------Snyder Charlton (1)____________________G (9) Buzan Jaloff (2)_________S Horsefeldt---------S Payne______________S NEWBERG SURRENDERS TO GENERALS Newbcrg Gym was the scene of a mighty battle between Newberg and Grant on February 21. The Newberg quintet surrendered to Grant by a score of 48 to 26. The battle was rough with many fouls on both sides. Newberg did not prove dangerous from start to finish. Lillie, high point man, and Jaloff played good ball. Line-ups: Grant (48) Newberg (26) Horsefeldt (6)____F_______________(8) Renne Jaloff (14)_________F-------------(6) Brown Lillie (21)________C________(5) Kent Walker (6)_________G__________Switzer Backstrom----------G---------- Erites McCall_____________S---------Hanville Charlton (1)-------S----------Mercern GRANT DEFEATS WASHINGTON In a basketball game in Washington gym, Grant’s faculty proved to be too strong for their opponents (Washington faculty) by defeating them by a score of 23 to 17. This game will long be remembered for the dash and fighting spirit displayed. Grant’s fighting demons played their semi-football with many time outs in between to revive them. The students should have been given time out in which to get a rest after booing and yelling for their teachers. Wharfield was easily the star of the game. The many features of the contest were Fabre teaching Zurcher how to referee; Wharfield always jumping up high so that everyone could see him better; “Dark Horse Horning replacing Simpson, and Windnagle teaching Zurcher to referee his way. Some very clever tumbling acts were performed during the game for the amusement of the students. Our faculty is now looking for new fields to conquer. Grant’s line-up was as follows: Fabre, Simpson, Runquist, Eil- ertsen and Wharfield. Washington's line-up was as follows: Carr, Parkes, Jenne, Windnagle, Gacia and Boyd. The Grant students are proud of their faculty. Sr notolrtignmtt The Sporting Editor wishes to thank Mr. Eilertsen and Mr. Wharfield, whose advice and help, generously GIVEN, WERE LARGELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SUCCESS OF THIS DEPARTMENT. Page 3-i MEMOIRS V. S. Grant Assemblies HE final assembly of last term was held January 23, when letters for scholarship and football were awarded. Three kinds of letters were provided for scholarship, only two of which could be awarded that term. A blue one was earned by those who made an “E” grade for every subject for the four quarters, and a maroon one by those having all “E” averages. The third letter will be blue on a gray background. To merit one of these at the end of the year one must have had “E’s” in every subject for the last eight quarters. Eight students received blue letters and fifty-four students received red ones. Mr. Fletcher opened the assembly with a short address on the term’s work, after which he introduced Miss Henderson, the dean, who awarded the letters. Coach Eilertsen announced a number of basketball games and Mr. Horning requested books for the school book exchange, after which Coach Wharfield gave a review of the school’s football career and then presented the football letters. On February 12 an assembly was called in honor of Abraham Lincoln. Following a number of announcements Lloyd Backstrom, football captain, presented Coach Wharfield with a handsome pen and pencil in appreciation of Mr. Wharfield’s work in building up Grant’s team for the first term. After this “America” was sung by the entire student body, following which Dr. Pence, the speaker of the day, gave an address on “Abraham Lincoln.” In his speech Dr. Pence brought out the great handicaps Lincoln had in attaining his success, and explained Lincoln's ideals in terms of law observance and enforcement. On February 22 the students attended Grant High for the sole purpose of attending an assembly in honor of George Washington. The first number on the programme was a selection by the school orchestra, “Maryland March.” Following this the entire student body sang “America,” after which Mr. Fletcher introduced the speaker, Dr. Gormley. In his address Dr. Gormley discussed the character of George Washington, drawing an analogy between him and present-day people, and illustrating his points with interesting anecdotes and stories. Following this the orchestra played an overture of American hymns, after which the assembly ended with the singing of the “Star-Spangled Banner.” —Alfred Muscovitz. HWwtiwmwt ani Jloto Laugh and the world laughs with you • • • Remarkable Deaths (From Capper’s Weekly) The ways in which application forms for insurance are filled out are often more amusing than enlightening. “The British Medical Journal’’ prints the following examples: Mother died in infancy. Father went to bed feeling well and the next morning woke up dead. Grandfather died suddenly at the age of 103. Up to this time he bade fair to reach a ripe old age. Applicant’s brother, who was an infant, died as a mere child. “Now, Bobbie,” said the teacher, “tell me which month has twenty-nine days in it this year.” “They all have,” answered Bobbie. Teacher: Willie, make a sentence using the word “arrears. Willie: Helen has dirt behind arrears. Teacher: Take your seat, Willie. “Ma wants two pounds of butter exactly like what you sent us last week. If it ain’t exactly that she won’t take it.” The grocer turned to his customers and remarked blandly: “Some people don’t like particular customers, but I do. It’s my delight to get them just what they want. I will attend to you in a moment, my boy.” “All right,” said the boy, “but be sure and get the same kind. A lot of Dad’s relation are visiting our house, and Ma doesn’t want ’em to come again.” f—----------------- —-----—■■----------------------- —f HONEYMAN HARDWARE CO. PARK AT GLISAN STREET Portland’s Largest Hardware and Sporting Goods Store Wright Ditson-Victor Co. Base Ball Supplies —in— Bats, Balls, Gloves, Mitts, Shoes, Masks, Uniforms, etc. “Louisville Slugger Bats” --------------------------------------------------------- ■+ MEMOIRS U. 8. Grant Page 36 Cross Word Puzzles What is the word for “a decree” That could be spelled in letters three? So sat she there in steady toil, Burning long the midnight oil. She laid aside her history book, And gave Chaucer mere a look, For wasn’t there a greater need, For something else that she must read? Her studies all she put away, To think of at some later day, And to this gave her attention, That till now I’ve made no mention. The cross-word puzzles, you must know. Were really what distracted her so; But still no matter how she worked, Some very catchy words yet lurked. So finally in great disgust, She soon declared no lingering lust, Remained for this occupation And left it with no hesitation. The morning dawned with cold gray light, And to her nothing seemed just right, For she did have no studies done, And puzzles finished there were none. She hied her off to classes each, Where teachers others tried to teach, Who nightly in this mystery deep, Had tried to delve with loss of sleep. The teachers soon did angry get, And wrath on students’ heads did set, And lessons hard they did assign, And wish from school they could resign. —Mignon Morgan. V. S. Grant MEMOIRS Page 37 OLDS, WORTMAN KING —PORTLAND’S BEST SHOPPING PLACE QUALITY VALUE SERVICE 4.------- —--------------------------- —--4 Correct the following sentences: 1. I studied two hours last night. 2. I haven’t been to a show for six weeks. 3. I never drive more than 20 miles an hour. 4. The students of G. H. S. act promptly when the fire gong sounds. Translate into any civilized language: 1. En la escuela acriter ago. 2. Parley usted Latin. 3. No hay illi. 4. I gotta drag for the hop. What’s in a Name? Tommy’s uncle asked him the name of May’s young man. “I call him April Showers,” replied Tommy. “April Showers,” cried the astonished uncle. “What ever made you call him such a ridiculous name?” “Because he brings May flowers.” The class composition was on “Kings,” and this is what one boy wrote: “The most powerful king on earth is or-king; the laziest is Shirking; the worst king, Smo-king; the wittiest, Jo-king; the quietest, Thin-king; the thirstiest, Drin-king; the slyest, Win-king, and the noisest, Tal-king.” Henry: Your engine is coughing again. Ford: Shouldn’t wonder. I had its muffler off last night. COMPLIMENTS OK The J.K. Gill Co. BOOKSELLERS : STATIONERS : OFFICE OUTFITTERS FIFTH AND STARK STREETS Page 38 MEMOIRS U. S. Grant HOT DOGS FR.OSH PLAY PALS U. 8. Grant MEMOIRS Page 39 f i ■ “Snowwhite and the Ye Olde Rustic Shoppe Seven Elves” Pantomime Ballet and Operetta S Confectionery Ice Cream Repeated by popular request at the ! Candies Municipal Auditorium Saturday Afternoon, March 7, j 1925, 2 o’clock 160 Children Dancing and Singing j E. 67th Street North, near Sandy Directed by Laura Shay Hastings Portland, Oregon Popular Prices : + • Adults, 50c Children under 12, 25c I + Hard to Explain. Typewriter to the pencils said: “Now, will you tell me, please, Why, when I have no doors or locks, I have so many keys?’’ “We do not know,” the pencils said; It’s queer as quadrupeds; But can you tell us why we wear Our rubbers on our heads?” —Exchange. Teacher: Define “trickle.” Student: To run slowly. Teacher: Define “anecdote.” Student: A short, funny tale. Teacher: Then a small dog trickled down the street with a can tied to his anecdote. Gee, you’re dumb. Why don’t you get an encyclopedia? Cause the pedals hurt my feet. The other day a lady hurried into a store and demanded of the clerk, “Give me a five-cent mousetrop, quick. I want to catch a train.” ------- I Grant Men Always Buy Here For latest styles and perfect fit—my two pants suits are the choice every time. New models arriving daily—See them $25 $30 $35 BEN SELLING MORRISON AT FOURTH Portland’s Leading Clothier for Over Half a Century MEMOIRS Page Jtt V. S. Grant iimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiitiiiiiMiiitiiiiiutiiiiimitiniMiim +— — ATHLETIC FANS 1 M • Give Onr Fountain Service a Trial Make the Varsity with KAEGI’S PHARMACY Spaulding Sporting Goods Corner 51st and Sandy Garfield 3 113 Sold at Frank Hardware and Good ‘for one-fifth of your purchase at our fountain. Electrical Store Name - _ _ 1393 Sandy Blvd. Garfield 8519 Also Radios, Electrical Goods. Paints, Hardware, Supplies + ► Address Watch for Coupon next issue Strolling along the quays of New York, an Irishman came across the wooden barricade which is placed around the inclosure where emigrants suspected of suffering fro mcontagious diseases are isolated. “Phwat’s this hording for?” he inquired of a bystander. “Oh,” was the reply, “that’s to keep out fever and things like thata, you know.” “Indade,” said Pat. “Oi ve often heard of the Board of Health, but it’s the first time Oi’ve seen it.” Judge—“Why haven’t you a horn on your car? Mr. Fletcher—“I didn’t think it was necessary, your honor. It says ‘Dodge’ on the radiator.” The best jokes aren’t always printed — they walk around on two legs. “Hello, Simp, how’s the world been treating you?” Simp—“Very seldom.” We have heard of a girl who doesn't need to wear a hat on rainy days because she just had her hair shingled. ------------------------------------ j SHIRTS TIES HATS MEN’S WEAR 286 WASHINGTON STREET, PORTLAND, OREGON I ■ Page 42 MEMOIRS G.8. Grant ..............................iiiiMiiMMitiiiiiiimiiMiimmiMiimii:.1111111111111111111111111.. Our-Freshies nr w hv pen'r rutv PUT Jorlf TM W 6- v s? J WA5M r My PitTU«C MEMOIRS U. S. Grant Page 43 IRVINGTON Sweet Shop IRVINGTON THEATRE BLDG. PHONE EAST 4171 I Paulsen’s Pharmacy East 43rd and Sandy Boulevard Tabor 1579 SCHOOL SUPPLIES Quality first—Price as low as we can make it DRUGS FOUNTAIN Miss------ (in geology) : Tom, will you tell me something about the Iron Age? Tom: I’m a bit rusty on that subject, madame. Johnny: I know where you can get a chicken dinner for fifteen cents. Teacher: Where? Johnny : At the feed store. Circus Man (after a runaway elephant) : Have you seen a strange animal around here? Farmer: I have that. There was an Injun-rubber bull eating my carrots with his tail. I 1 ! Mme.Patteneaude j� Sold only by authorized independent dealers j 425 Washington St., Portland, Ore. Phone Broadway 8361 • Hair Cutting, 50c; Marcelling, 35c; Water Waving, 50c; Permanent j Waving, $10.00; Bob Curl, 35c; j Shampooing, 35c; Manicuring, 35c ! M y To the students of the Grant High School: Mme. Patteneaude offers half price work by her advanced pupils. • • ‘‘clean power ” MEMOIRS Page J,Jf U. 8. Grant HINninilllMNIIMIIIUlimiHIIIIMIMIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIMIIIIIIlIHlIlinillllllUMIMIIIIIMIIIIIIIIUIIIMIIIIIIIIIiniMlllllllllltlllllllllltllltllMinilHIIIIIIIIIIIinMIllimilllllllllllllllllllHIIIHIMIIIIimiM HORIZONTAL 1. Cleansing agent. 4. Parent. 6. State militia (abbr.) 8. Preserve. 12. First name of an inventor. 13. Thigh. 14. Girl hikers of U. S. Grant. 16. Liquor. 17. Kind of pickle. 18. Sun god. 19. Exists. 20. Preposition. 21. Sound. 22. Average (abbr.). 23. Agent (abbr.). 24. Boy’s name. 25. Term in golf. 27. Printers’ measure. 28. Snare. 30. Neck ornament. 31. Before. 32. Attempt. 33. Male offspring. 35. Nourishers. 41. Peep impertinently. 43. Steal. 45. Opens again. 46. Greek letter. 48. Attack. 51. He is (Latin). 52. One who hoots. 54. Pacific Coast bay. 55. Rend. 56. Liquid measure (abbr.) 58. Haunch. 62. Form of “to be.’’ 61. Railroad (abbr.). 65. Tree. 66. A great humorist. 67. Possessive pronoun. 69. Domestic animal. 71. Platform. 72. Use. 74. Horse shed. 75. City in Texas (pi.). 77. A great magazine. 80. Astonish. 84. Pronoun. 85. Culex. 86. Great man in U. S. Grant. 8 8. Elder (abbr.). 89. That is. 90. Prefix meaning “again.” 91. Latin conjunction. 93. Dean at U. S. Grant. 95. Eddish. 97. Prosecute. 98. Suffix meaning ‘theory.’ 99. Physician (abbr.). 100. Affirmative. VERTICAL 1. Type of automobile. 2. California fruit (pi.). 3. Be sick. 4. Border. 5. Beginner. 6. Those who skate. 7. Measures of gas. 9. Past. 10. Vineyard. 11. Foe. 14. A metal. 15. Royal Society of Edinburgh (abbr.). 23. Preposition. 26. Two letters we strive for. 29. Trunk. 32. Worn out. 34. Din. 36. Diatonic syllable. 37. Digit. 38. Aloft (pi.). 39. Prepare flax. 40. Points on compass (abbr.). 41. Prefix meaning light. 42. Bundle. 44. Barium (abbr.). 46. Italian river. 47. Portland railroad (abbr.). 49. Therefore. 50. Interval. 52. Injures. 53. This (Latin). 57. Our athletic manager (abbr.). 58. Stringed instrument. 59. Belief. 60. Vegetable (pi.). 61. Rhode Island (abbr ). 63. Payment for debt. 64. Road (abbr.). 65. Once more. 68. Condition. 69. Boy’s nickname. 70. Slope. 72. Compliment. 7 3. Preposition. 75. Think. 76. Holy. 77. Metalic quarry. 78. Hideous giant. 79. Invasion. 81. Clip. 82. Metals. 83. 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