Jefferson High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Che Spectrum june class -32 Miss Caroline Holman A TRIBUTE . . . THOSE in Jefferson who have led us to the light hen all seemed hopelessly dark, to those who have hown us a source of courage when despair seemed overing ready to engulf us, we want truly to show, in some measure, that we are appreciative of and thankful for their never-ending interest in and devotion to us. From those dear friends of ours who have never shown any atti- tude but that of utmost confidence in our abilities, those friends who have always been ready to adapt themselves without faltering to our feelings and willing to offer, always, sympathetic leadership and helpful guidance through our varied extra-curricular activities, we have learned to cherish a desire to hold sacred the high standards of manhood and womanhood which the Jefferson High School faculty have given us to be ideal. paob five

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Che Spectrum JUNE CLASS '3 2 Mr. Hopkin Jen;kins DEDICATION . . . the members of the June Class nineteen hundred and thirty- ro, respectfully dedicate this, our ass Spectrum, to Mr. Jenkins, who at all times during our four years in Jefferson, has been our trusted counsellor and guide, and above all, our most loyal friend. We hope that it may in some measure express our appreciation of him who has instilled in our hearts those democratic ideals which are at once our greatest heritage from the past and our most precious gift to the future. PAGE FOUR

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Che Spectrum JUNE CLASS '32 JEFFERSON . . . Lyn Giant.z Picture a valley with verdure green; Imagine a rapidly flowing stream. In the heart of the valley a thriving town, And a mountain regally looking down. Recall a time many years ago When a school was horn and began to grow; The mountain gazed with an august eye, Proudly guarding Jefferson High. Years have passed, one by one— Many students their goal have won; But each remembers with reverent love, The school with the mountain towering above. The student body has grown and changed, But a hovering spirit has ever remained: 'Tis a spirit of friendship, a spirit of hone, Bequeathed by the mountain’s fir-clad slope. Time knows no law nor boundary of man, Jefferson, humans, no life can ban; Time, with his scythe so sweepingly cruel. Makes no exception of that High School. Time has left scars on the mountain old, But Time left a heart that can never grow cold; Though merciless Death comes creeping nigh. It won’t kill the spirit of Jefferson High. Jefferson, the faithful, care for us yet; Jefferson’s memory will never forget. And many more years will come and will go, With the mountain guarding the school below. PAOB (IX