Jefferson High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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PRESIDENT’S FAREWELL We have been at Jefferson four years — years that we will all remember as Ions dS we live — happy years that pass before us like pictures. On enterins Jefferson we were known as the Freshman Class of 1930. We were strangers in a new place. We had heard of a feeling known as Jefferson Spirit ’ but when we were Freshmen we did not comprehend its significance. As Sophomores we became better acquainted with each other, and we began to feel the spirit that has prevailed at Jefferson for so many years. Our classes were a greater pleasure, and we liked to be at school. Each tried to maintain the standards of the school. In our year as Juniors we became members of school clubs and organizations. We had many happy hours together, times that we will always remember. Now we are Seniors. These are our last days at Jefferson. As students, orators, leaders and athletes, we have upheld the traditions and standards of Jefferson. We of the Senior Class dread the time when we will have completed our courses and have to leave Jefferson. We have a feeling for our school that cannot be expressed in words. We shall always cherish our acquaintance with our principal and the faculty members, and wish to thank them for all they have done for us. To the student body also we express our sincere appreciation for their friendship, and to them all we bid — farewell. —Willard Mannan. CLASS MOTTO For the deed s sake, do the deed, Rather to benefit than succeed. A DREAMER’S SOLILOQUY When day is done, I sit and think Of days gone by, and some instinct Tells me I’ve wasted precious hours While dreaming idly mong the flowers; And inwardly! realize That maybe I have lost a prize When idly dreaming undisturbed. But, stop ! Have I been wasting time, While dreaming of the things sublime? I might have toiled, and slaved, and worked, And never seen the things that lurked In yonder mountain tops and trees; In golden flowers and bumblebees. Ah, let us dream awhile and live ! —Fran Feuerstein. Page twenty-two •

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yw+tM ijAjlo Whlujldolfy Birthplace: County Down, Ireland Grammar School: Eliot Tentative Occupation: Undecided Veltman, Eugene Portland, Oregon Vernon Accounting Winer, Valentina Portland, Oregon James John Social Service Walker, Edward Portland, Oregon Albina Homestead Undecided Zimmerman, Virginia Fort Wayne, Indiana Ockley Green Undecided Weber, Frank L. Birthplace: Portland, Oregon Grammar School: Albina Homestead Tentative Occupation: Undecided Wood, Ruth Harper, Kansas Vernon Accounting Wolf, Kenneth Portland, Oregon Woodlawn Undecided Work, Laura Yacolt, Washington Franklin GrammarSchool, Vancouver Technical Work Page twenty-one

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JANUARY ’34 CLASS PROPHECY Well, I suppose we are going to stay at home this evening, Eleanor said, a few days after we had come to Minneapolis for our vacation. No, we won't. Fitzhugh Ashe’s circus is in town and we are going to see it. Can you imagine his owning a circus? We knew him when he didn’t do much except argue with the teachers. In the evening we called a taxi to take us to the circus and were more than surprised to find that the taxi driver was Ray Hoffman. He told us that Edward Walker and Howard Sonn were taxi drivers, too. When we arrived at the circus, we heard a familiar sounding voice call, Come in and see the world-famous sword swallower. We walked over and discovered the man to be Donald Brown. The sword swallower, who was Francis Coyle, told us that we must see the snake charmer and the Spanish dancer. As our curiosity was aroused, we hurried over to see them. The snake charmer was Ruth McNamara, who in school had tried to charm the teachers into giving her good grades. The graceful Spanish dancer was Fernmary Benedict. As we entered the big tent, we gave our tickets to — why that man was none other than Bob Bowman. We exchanged greetings and hurried on in to see the big show. As we were late, we had to climb to the top row of seats, and Virginia stumbled and almost knocked a man off his seat. She turned around to see if she had done any damage and discovered the man to be Bob Evans, a very successful dentist. We finally found our seats and who should be sitting next to us but Myrtle Amell and Mary Bradburn. Myrtle was the secretary for Bob Clark, a prominent lawyer. Mary was the buyer for the Petkovich Department Store in St. Louis. They had come to Minneapolis on their vacation. Mary said that Clara Chapman was the advertising manager or the store. The circus crier came out iust then, and although we couldn’t see him very well, we were almost certain that he was Keith Benedict. He announced that the first per- formance would be a bare-back riding act featuring Betty Cameron. As we took turns with the binoculars, we recognized many of our former classmates performing in out- standing acts. Bertha Smith was a tight-rope walker, Judy Christie was in charge of the trained seals, and Charles Hartman and Bill Kopezak performed on the trapeze. Estelle Cooper managed the elephants. After we had returned to our hotel, we decided to leave Minneapolis and fly to New York. Imagine our surprise upon entering our passenger ship to find the pilot to be Dorothy Howe and the air hostess to be Ruth Wood. Dorothy got us safely to New York and recommended that we go to the Ambassador Hotel, saying that we would find a surprise. We did. The owner and successful manager was none other than Walter Forsloff. He was delighted to see us and mentioned that Molly White and Elizabeth Turner were also staying there. We soon found them. Molly was the idol of Broadway, and Elizabeth gave advice to the love-lorn for The New York Moon. We went down into the dining-room later and found Willard Mannan, the head waiter, in an intense argument with Eugene Truby, who was a Wall Street broker, because the financier’s soup was cold. The matter was taken into the kitchen where Elsie Littow was discovered presiding over the stove. After dinner, as Molly had to rush to the show, the rest of us decided to go to Coney Island. Leta Ellsworth was a hot dog vendor and Marjorie Pratt was describing the wonder of Blondex hair dye We saw a billboard which proclaimed that Oren Hadsell was promoting a fight between Ned Holmgren and Leonard Skogseth at Madison Square Gardens. Johnny Coquillette would be the referee. Page twenty-three