Jefferson High School - Spectrum Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE JUNE, 1935, CLASS OF JEFFERSON HIGH SCHOOL The members of the June '35 Class of Jefferson High School in the city of roses, rainshowers and Republicans (excuse it. please, we mean Democrats) do hereby, while in sound mind and body, set upon and seal this, their last will and testament. Section 1. We give and bequeath to Mr. Jenkins best wishes for many more success- ful years as principal of Jefferson. Section 2. We give and bequeath to Miss Flegel an automatic Neon sign reading Next, please.” Section 3. We give to the faculty our honest and sincere thankfulness for their untiring effort in our behalf. Section 4. We ive and bequeath to Mr. Bowles a sample copy of How to Follow Simple Directions' which we hope he will carefully read to ail his helpless history students. Section 5. We bequeath to Mr. Trenholme a new batch of slanguage to try on his history classes. Section 6. To Miss Boyle we bequeath a pail of good bright ink with which to make nice red U’s on brilliant themes. Section 7. We do hereby bequeath to Miss Sedgwick a registration room that will behave when she is out of the room. Section 8. We give and bequeath to Miss Desmond one incomparable student who will be able to translate French lessons intelligently. Section 9. We bequeath to the graduating class of January, 1936, our humblest and deepest thanks for backing our class play. And we, severally and individually, bequeath as follows: I, Cherie Adams, will my ability to be in two places at once to Virginia Storkerson. I, Elizabeth Adams, will my sudden friendship with Joan Gilliand to Virginia Keeps. I, Eleanor Albrecht, will my friendly spirit to Billie Christie. I, Gladys Aldefer, will my figure to Jean Thatcher. I, Milton Allen, will my modesty to George Olsen. I, Edgar Anderson, leave my ability to speak French to all under-classmen similarly affected. I, Eloise Andre, leave my love for football to the Freshies. I, Floyd Anson, will my knowledge of history to any struggling fifth-termer. I, Irma Arnst, leave my ever-present compact to Jean Cheek. I, Harry Auda, will my masculine appeal to Glenn Henderson. I, Alice Baker, will my ability to get along with my teachers to my cousin, Betty Hughes, who sorely needs it. I, Carl Bauer, will my unlimited knowledge of economics to Mr. Bowles' future classes. I, Ruth Beevor, will my changeable ways to Ramona Saderberg. I, Louise Belard, give and bequeath my limitless appetite to Jessie Edwards. I, Walter Benson, will my girlish figure to Fred Davis. I, Wilford Berg, will my hair-grower recipe to Rudolph Nelson. I, Ella Bertch, will my raving beauty to some lunatic. I, Katherine Bigler, will my sufferance to Helen Lahey. I, Harry Block, will my weakness for eating at parties to my cousin, Helen Maloney. I, Art Broden, will my mischevious mood to Norman Jensen. I, Russell Burge, will my limousine to Joe Turner, with the hope that it will run as well for him as it has for me. I, Carl Burtch, leave my mustache to Showboat” Knudsen. I, Thomas Bush, will my ability as a big business man to Marvin Eide. I, Clifford Butenschoen, will my admiration and love for Sociology to some other prevaricator. I, Don Cameron, will my ever-smiling countenance to Mrs. Levan. I, Vivian Cameron, will my professional acting to Gordon Jones. « P »9e twenty-nine

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THE PRESIDENT'S FAREWELL We are the members of the Class of June ’35. Now we are Seniors, but we have not always been Seniors: we have been Juniors; we have been Sophomores; yes, we have even been Freshmen. But, we are just as proud of having been Freshmen as of being Seniors, for after all, our senior year stands for those other three years of hard work. It is our chance to show how much we have gained during our former three years of study. During our first term we spent our time finding ourselves in a new world, a very interesting world indeed. We shall never forget our first glimpses of those test tubes in the chemistry laboratory, that skeleton in the physiology room, the beautiful work in the art room; nor shall we forget those first assemblies or that first football game. Each of us visualized for himself a place in that world and enthusiastically began to put himself in that place. Now we may appraise our efforts. Some of us are athletes, some musicians, some dramatists, some scholars, some artists, and some leaders in school organizations. Each of us now has a definite place in the school. However, we are beginning to realize that we shall lose those places too soon; our graduation night is coming uncomfortably close. We are not pretending that we are sorry to graduate, for qraduation is one of the things for which we have striven ever since we entered Jefferson. In fact, we have ever looked forward to our grad- uation—until this last week, but this week we realize that for only a few more days shall we be members of Jefferson High School, that for only a few more days shall we see those faces that we have learned to love and admire. We do not say that we are sorry to graduate, but we do say that it puts a lump in our throats to leave those old friends, both teachers and students, with whom we have worked every day. Soon, having graduated, we shall again find ourselves in a new world, the world of hard knocks, in which we must again find our places. It is there that we shall be very appreciative of those elements in our characters, of those talents which have been brought out in our high school training. So it seems proper for us, the June ’35 Class, to give our sincere expressions of deep gratitude to Mr. Jenkins and his faculty for the careful guidance they have given us. I am sure none of us will ever forget it. Jefferson High School, we bid you farewell. —Richard D. Crombie CLASS COLORS Chinese Pink, Nile Green, Powder Blue CLASS Mono This Far and Farther” Page twenty-eigM •

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I, Dorothy Canty, will my ability to get by in Mr. Marlowe s Math-9 class to Rowena Barry. I, Anna Carlson, will my good manner and winning ways to Professor of English Hay. I, Frank Cavallero, will my deadly aim with an eraser to the future champion, Harold Lown. I Aubrey Chapman, will my charming harem to Mr. Trenholme, who is so jealous of me. I, Josephine Chenoweth, will my reputation as Miss Rockfellow's pet’’ to my envoius brother. I, Birdie Coleman, give and bequeath my knowledge of the art of growing long, taperincj fingernails to Doris Jameson. I, Irene Corder, will my engagement ring to anyone who has the ability to get it. I, Mildred Courter, will my excellent grades to Paul Bennett who seems to need ’em. I, Loia Courtney, will my height to the Jefferson basketball team. I, Roberta Creason, will my power of attracting boys in the reg. room to Frances Fink. I, Richard Crombie, will my ability to roll my r s to Miss Greathouse. She detests ’em. I, Shirley Davis, will my liking for Spanish to any deserving Freshman. I, Hilda Doberenz, will the letters in my name to Campbell’s Alphabet Soup. I, Charlotte Duffy, will my extreme tallness to little Maxie Kobas. I, Wesley Eckelman, will my ability in history to any needy sophomore. I, Hazel Edgerton, will my cavernous knitting bag to all the ’’drop stitchers. I, Esther Edwards, will my love for Latin to any student who hasn’t any. I, Romer Enfield, will my last name to the baseball team. I, Hattie Fannings, give and bequeath my choice collection of squeaky laughs to Marie Thomas. I, MacNeal Fahrion, will the Science Club to anyone who wants it cheap. We, Marian Farrell, Eleanor Fiala and Helen Fisher, will our fond friendships to any three needy freshmen. I, Alan Fisher, just ain't got nuthin’ to will. I, John Fraser, was going to will my peculiar grammar to Gordon Landeen, but I find that I need it myself. I, Nellie Gallahan, will my inferiority complex to Susan Wey. I, Florence Gawley, will my popularity at parties to Esther Schiitt. I, Evelyn Geysin, will my artistic ability to Constance Eastlund. I, Helen Glockner, will my ability to be a good double to anyone who is one. I, Leona Green, will my titian lock to Agnes Schulberg. I, Louise Haggerty, will my sweet smile to Eugene McGuire. I, Alta Hansen, will whatever I have that anyone wants to anyone who wants it. I, Marlin Hamilton, will my girl friend to whoever can handle her. I, Nadien Hargis, will my sleepless nights to Kenny Johnson. I, Marceil Hawley, will my ability .in art to the on-coming Freshies. I, Vernon Hazelwood, will my weakess for blondes to Ed Blackwell. I, Agnes Heikkila, will my art in getting Washington sweaters to any other blonde who thinks she deserves it. I, Katherine Hendricksen, will my scholastic standing to Harold Chivers. I, Clara Hess, will my brilliant beauty to Edna Wallace Hopper. I, Phyllis Hodgden, will my way with Miss Wey to anyone who is in a bad way. I, Gertrude Holley, will my studious manner seventh period to Dorothy Updegraff. I, Leona Hoyt, will my fondness for a certain buxom football player to the rest of his harem. I, Irene Hultberg, will my shy disposition to Evelyn Johnson. I, Kenneth Johnson, will my big words to Ruby Kostin. I, Ruby Johnson, will my observing eye to Miss Elder. I, Melvin Judkis, will my regularity in preparing my English assignments to Jean Morse. I, Vance Kelsey, will my ability to run circles around myself to Arvid Brustad. I, Margaret Kildow, will my resourcefulness in shorthand to Mr. Rockwell. I, Steve Kurilo, will my tendency to disturb Miss Sedgewick’s classes to Jane Dredger. I, Len Kurtz, will my regularity in attending classes to George Johnson. Page thirty