Jefferson High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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When the time came, we went to the Little Theatre off Times Square to see Joan Rochat and Gordon Anderson in When Autumn Leaves, by Francis Feuerstein. Dolores Le Blond and Ellenjean McAllister were usherettes. Richard Johanson was conducting the orchestra in the pit. The next day we decided to go on a sight-seeing tour. We boarded a bus and found that the driver was Daniel Barron. When we had taken our seats, we were sitting next to Eleanor Chellin, who had come to New York with Miriam bturman to study music under Wilfrid Dixon. We began talking about our days at Jefferson, and before we knew it, we were in the heart of the shopping district. We hurried to Eleanor Mc- Quiggan’s fashion salon. An ermine evening wrap and a beautiful evening gown were being modelled by Alice Clevenger. Marie Pattison was showing what the well- dressed business woman should wear. After this we visited the famous broadcasting station, BLAH, owned and operated by Louis Stover. While we were waiting for the elevator, we looked at the directory of the building and saw many familiar names, among which were Lois Stockdale, the famous woman lawyer,- Maxine Roberts, a photographer; Arnold Meyer, a jeweler,- Helen Walsh, a doctor,- and Woodrow Bruckner, cartoonist for The New York Moon. By this time the elevator had arrived and we discovered that Lucille Binkley was running it. On arriving at the broadcasting station, we were delighted to see and hear Ruth Edwards singing Hark, Hark, the Lark, accompanied by Lucille Beall. Kenneth Wolf was the announcer. In reply to our inquiry we were informed that the next program was to be the Kiddies Corner Hour, conducted by Auntie Rayburn. As Eleanor wanted to go to the Nyholm ten-cent store before lunch, we left the station. At the store we found Helene Trulsen in charge of the music department, Minnie Sherman at the toy counter, and Lucy Tonkyn was selling jewelry. Dorothy Opperman was the detective of the store. We were so tired from wandering around that we decided to go to Hope Chatfield’s tea garden. We recognized the hostess as Jeanette Olson, who told us that due to his discovery of a new chemical, Wilhelm Sittner had become a famous scientist. We sat in a quaint little booth, where Bertha Lieb served us a delightful lunch. We paid our checks to Lura Glass, the cashier, and departed for Central Park. It was a beautiful afternoon and many people were taking advantage of it to be out-of-doors. Coming towards us we saw Lena Budro, employed as governess to Raymond Larson’s child. Raymond was a wealthy Alaskan explorer. Howard Brice, noted politician, and Clarice Foster, his secretary, came cantering up on horseback just as we were about to attract the attention of Anne Schlosser. Anne, although a noted aviatrix, was feeding the squirrels while conversing with Esther Nagley, her friend and devoted companion. Esther, not as daring as her friend, was a librarian. Returning to our hotel at last, we found a telegram awaiting Virginia. She had left the affairs of her company in such a mix-up that her presence was required immediately to straighten them out. We all planned to go back with her. We departed homeward with the happy feeling that at last we knew that our former classmates were well and happy. Doris Heimbucher, Chairman Eleanor Harvey Virginia Zimmerman DIVISION Take what joy may come your way, Envy not your brothers; Take your share of fun each day, Leave the rest for others. • Page twenty-four •

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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

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CLASS WILL WE, the class of January, ‘34, realizing that we are soon to enter the cold, cold world, do hereby make and publish with shaking hand this, our last will and testament. Collectively: To Mr. Jenkins, we give and bequeath our pleasantest smiles, so that he may have an abundant supply to bestow upon those we leave behind. To the faculty, we bequeath the F‘s and Us that they have bestowed upon us. These are to be given to the classes to follow, in the same spirit they were doled out to us. To the June '34 class, we hereby reluctantly leave our fifth period promenades and annoyances and vexations which we have so cleverly contrived. Individually: I, Marjorie Bennett, will my love for economics to Jean Woodhead. I, Gordon Anderson, do hereby leave my decollete white sweater to the big bad wolf. I, Muriel Battersby, leave my faithful powder puff to the circus bare-back rider. I, Mildred Bell, leave my ability to make my own clothes to anyone who has the time and patience to try. I, Vernal Anderson, leave my long stay at Jeff to any Freshman who has time to waste. I, Ellora Borgan, am still looking over my possessions. I, Francis Aufranc, leave my French name to Miss Desmond. I, Fern Clark, will my love of satire to Mr. Hay. I, Valentine Winer, leave my position as substitute teacher for Miss Kentner to anyone who wants it. I, Keith Barker, leave my flaming red hair to Claudia Alexander. I, Helen Dunton, have decided to leave one of my golden-brown freckles to who- ever would regard it as lovingly as do I. I, Walter Bleckinger. leave all I know to some smart Freshman. I, Marjorie Pratt, will my auburn locks to Zane Grey to use in describing his heroines. I, James McLean, leave my wit to anyone who intends to take Physics. I, Eleanor Todd, leave my daily hamburger to the cafeteria. I, Howard Brice, leave my ability to handle money to the treasurer of the June '34 class. I, Kathleen Predmore, leave the fraternity pledges, registration blanks and report cards to all underclassmen, hoping they will remember to take them home. I, Laura Wook. will my much studied books to any zealous seventh termer. I, Myrtle Hatcn, will my artistic abilities to Bill Conselman and Charlie Plumb. I, Woodie” Bruckner, do hereby leave my cartooning ability to anyone who is willing to take the responsibility. I, Grace McNaughton, will my great height to Johnny Clemmitt. I, Willard Cox, leave my wavy black hair to Agnes Heikkila. I, Bernice Robinson, leave my love for parties to the Tri-Y Club. I, Elsie Stone, leave my blond locks to the gentlemen who prefer blondes. I, Bill Crooks, leave all my dates to Holis Bridwell. I, Alma Gullixson, leave my report card to anyone who can equal it. I, Frances Feuerstein, leave my ability to keep Mrs. Levan annoyed, to her next regis- tration class. I, Roy Doty, leave my loyal Jefferson spirit and pep to all good Democrats. I, Helen Nelson, will my schoolgirl complexion to any wicked wielder of rasp- berry rouge. I, Kenneth Wolf, eave my scholarly spectacles to Cecil McCormick. I, Rieka Selberg, bequeath one large loving heart, which, although badly battered, is still in the ring, to the Zetas. I, Norman Fletcher, leave my graceful manner to Dayton Jones. I, Margery Bridgeford, will my collection of library slips to the oncoming senior class. • Page twenty-five