Grant High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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.

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 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