Jefferson Junior High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 20 of the 1928 volume:

Memory Edition of The Jeffersonian by The June Class 1928 Printed in the Jefferson Junior High School Print Shop by Jefferson Students THE SPIRIT OF JEFFERSON DA Memory Kdition, Jefferson Junior High S hool, Minneapolis, Minnesota. June, 1928 THE SAGE OF MONTICELIX) BERNECE SHARF THE EXPLOIT OF DAVID AND ( ORDON AUDREY JONES Aw jiminy Christmas, nuthin' to do around this place!” Heck, I know it. It’s as stale as a four year old pie.” Expressions such as these had been uttered day in and day out for the last week. The patient mother and father were at a loss as to what to do. They had taken the two boys. David and Gordon, to a small lake near a large city for the summer. By this time means of entertainment were practically exhausted. David and Gordon were the nine and ten year old sons of city parents. They were probably as dilTerent as two brothers could be both in looks and actions. David's brown hair was always in the way of his bright blue eyes. It absolutely refused to be trained in any direction whatsoever. Gordon’s curly hair was bright red He also had blue eyes. David, it must be confessed, was somewhat fond of the weaker sex. while his brother waa of the opinion that anything in skirts was a subject for abhorrence. These two boys in spite of frequent quarrels were really very fond of each other. They generally enjoyed swimming, tennis, and other sports, but now they seemed tired even of these. When everything else failed to please them the boys never tired of reading. This was the pastime in which they were engaged during the following conversation. Gee, this guy in Treasure Island is lucky. He sails on a real boat ’n sees pirates, ’n buried treasures, and everything,” said Gordon. What I’d like to do would be to be along with this fellow, Crusoe, on an island in the ocean,” was Dave’s reply. Say, by jove, Dave, that gives me an idea. Meet me in Mom’s closet at two bells.” When the hour of two arrived, a small figure might be seen quietly climbing the steps and entering the bedroom at the head of the stairs. The closet door was opened and the figure joined a companion on the old shoe box. Listen, Dave, why can’t we sneak out tonight and take the boat across to that little island? Dad never lets us go there because he says it’s dangerous and that’s just what we want. Robinson Crusoe wasn’t a-scared of Jefferson is the only president who remained the leader of his party after leaving the White House. Indeed, the Democrats never have ceased to swear allegiance to his spirit. This many-sided man, as he was called, was more fortunate than most of the ex-presidents in his variety of interests and diversions. He was surgeon enough to sew up a wound, tie an artery and set the broken leg of a slave, and enough of a mathematician to calculate an eclipse. JefTerson knew not only Greek and Latin but also French, German, and Italian. He wrote three books and compiled his own edition of the Bible, leaving out everything except the precepts of divine love, mercy, and goodness. His correspondence would today daunt a man with a staff of typists. In the finer arts he was a landscape gardener, a musician and an architect. Although he sprained his wrist in Paris so badly that he could not play his favorite instrument, the violin, he could still sing well and was forever humming tunes as he rode horseback, which was his one sport. At sixty-six Jefferson retired from the presidency twenty thousand dollars in debt. Only a few months of his life remained to him but these were cheered by public sympathy and generosity. Jefferson died on the fourth of July. His dust is mingled with the earth that was dearest to him, close by his home at Monticello. His burial place was chosen by him in his boyhood. We, who have the great honor of going to the school which was named after him, should more than reverence this great man. We should copy him. SPRING THOUGHTS BEATRICE STEIN To all the bursting buds around us, To every bird that sings on high, To all the stars that shine in Heaven And twinkle gently in the sky; To all the woodfolk in the forest, To every butterfly and bee. To all the singing, gurgling brooklets, To every bush and every tree; To all the flowers that bloom in Springtime. To every happy, little breeze, There is no jewel of any splendor That can compare with all of these. Continued on pajfe Page 2 The Jeffersonian THE JEFFERSONIAN STAFF First row John Fi� k. Lrl Common. P.ul Mown. Kuuoll Porter, Clarence Sokol. Cartoon Whlta, Geom Money. H.- nal l I’rctl, Kme� t MrMlllian. A� -i� « nt Editor. Seeoid row IWverly Kronick, Hum Bel’ Ctonte Dredge. 1 port Editor. Carl Struck, I-e Roy Hall. Ku� � � ll Kunito, Editor, Dorothy Bryant. Assistant Editor. Third row Helena Or tide. Betty Mitchell, Marjorie Morrll. Exchanice Editor. Phebe Saunders, Sport Editor. Jane l evin. It brtte Kobiuhek. Eli ine Johnoon, Veld t Hall. Fourth row Arno.d Bjorn lie, Spyrt Editor. Jornphine Toriten � on. Frieda Erickaon. Marinn Done'.ower. Virginia I.indaay. M.-rian Andel-ton. Helen Emblom. HOME FOLKS AND TOLERANCE E. R. SIFERT Recently, some small children were discussing their respective nationalities. Among the group, was one of but four years of age. Finally one of the older girls turned to this youngster and asked, “What nationality are you?” Now the world “nationality” did not mean much to this four year old child; yet, there must have been a rather hazy idea because his reply was. “Why, I am just Minneapolis folks.” It appears to me that this four-year-old youngster has given us a thought which we may well carry through every walk of life. Surely, the time has passed in our present day civilization and in our present day social circles when warlike races or notable ancestors, whether they be famous or infamous, should have anything to do with our social rank and industrial achievement. We are not concerned any more whether one’s name ends with a “son, or with a “ski,” or with an “oni.” We are not concerned nowadays by the amount of ancestorial glory any of us may muster. Rather are we concerned with the individual himself, what he is, and what he does. We. in Jefferson, do not belong to any nationality; we do not belong to any one or a dozen ancestors, rather do we just belong to Jefferson. If any one asks us what our nationality is, we may well say we are “just Jefferson folks;” because, after all, it is the unit within which we live, and toil, and play that really characterizes us as individuals more than any racial history. We live ever in the present; so today we are classified according to our achievements in Jefferson. Thereby are we elevated to high rank, or to successful mediocrity, or relegated to obscure failure. All of this, then, says but two things. First, we must live within our own circle. There, we must find and prepare a place for ourselves, and only we, ourselves, can find, can make that place. Secondly, we must be tolerant, very tolerant, of every other man who also may be in our circle, or who may be in any other circle. We must mow down prejudices, and we must build up a spirit of congenial cooperation, a spirit of helpfulness because only in such a spirit shall we find anything that is worthy of typifying us as successful Minneapolis folks, and. even better, as successful Jefferson folks. The Jeffersonian Page 3 SUPERIOR STUDENTS IN ELECTRICITY, MECHANICAL DRAWING, PRINTING, SHEET METAL, WOODWORK. AND THOSE RECEIVING TYPING AWARDS Front row, left to ri ht—Judmi Stwrfcian. Rotwrt Staining -. Paul Bowman. Karl M«n l«a. Amo Abbot. Uonard Hrawrr-man. Albert Arro, Sydnrjr Gunn. CUrrncv Anderson. S«mmI row—Tot Campbell. Ru� all Porter. Barrette Baker. Stanley Beeeber. Woodrow Tomer, Louie Bernier. Rowell Beck. (•Irk Simoon. Third rowDouxlu ! erker. Geonce Wikdir, Keith Shepard. Clifford Peteraon. Arnold And moo. Edgar In rail . Stephen Baiter, Elmer Heeter. Fourth row John Hillman, Adrian Arendt. Jim Irvine, Donald Dailey. Lawrence Leith. Kenneth MrKeniie, Elliott Under hill, l-aranre Gale. IKlh row Edith Jeaka, Jane Van Hraak. Elaine Johneon. France Cotton. Lueile Mathiion. Maxine Kline. Clara Courtney. Sixth row—Alice Johneon. Marian Matthea. Florence Court! n. Marie Nemeeek. Lois Finch. Alberta Borland. Lillian Manner- her . OUR QUEST FOR BEAUTY Since the beginning of mankind, the human race has ever been seeking for beauty. Scarcely had the first students of Jefferson Junior High grown acquainted with its halls and many class rooms when they became aware of a lack of something vital to their very life and happiness. This lack was one of beauty. There were no decorations nor pictures in the building so the students began on their first quest for beauty. Every quest for something worthy requires time, much effort, and perseverance. Many times the students grew weary and disheartened when the end of the journey seemed so far away, but the brave ones ever pressed onward and pointed out that more and more effort was needed before the goal could be reached. Entertainments were given, tickets sold, and paper sales held. A committee was organized which went ahead and made possible the attainment of beauty for the main corridor. After three years the goal appeared in sight. Workmen from the art studio began painting the walls. An artist painted borders and panels and the students saw beauty of design and color. Lettering added beauty of thought. During these weeks in March beauty of color was also being added in the studio by painting reproductions of the beautiful mural paintings of Pearce and Walker, found in the Congressional Library. May ninth arrived. After a special auditorium period, the students had a glimpse of what the committee had seen in imagination one year before. They saw the Seven Objectives of Education represented by wonderful pictures. These objectives are health, represented by the child in ‘The Boy of Winander;” worthy home membership, by ‘The Family;” vocation, by the earnest men of “Labor;” command of fundamentals, by “Study;” ethical character, by the masterful picture Religion;” worthy use of leisure, by the dancing figures of “Recreation:” and civic education, by the group of Roman leaders.” (All but two of these are works of Charles Sprague Pearce. The Boy of Winander is the work of H. O. Walker and the Roman leaders,” that of Charles F. Continued on page 8 Page 4 The JelTersoivan THE PRESIDENT'S COUNCIL Firat row, l«ft to rilfhl—Wallace Fi� her, El t (abet h Baker. A in Wataon. Audrey VnlUiuette. June Strand. Violet Johnaon. Harriet Sheperdmn. Beverly Aker, Anna Vindnla Huirh� . Billie Entclin. Second row Bob Ayrea, Lrater Mark. Harold Parrel Brady. John Kotnlin. Grace Caton, Bill Mather. Frit Corriiran. John Hillman, Bud Johnaon. . _ _ . _ _ _ . _ . Third row- Hetty Tnllman. Juna Van Braak, Florence Gouatln. Helen lie Mund, Mary Jane Confer. Roae lie Chirk. Ruth Heriiuiiit, Barbara Odell. Kriteat MarMillan. Fourth row Betty Gale. Mariraiet Johnaon. Ponatd Holme . Bob Cobb. Charle Barn hard. Reuben Johnaon. Jark l-yon . Jane Anderaon. Alice Snyder. A JEFFERSON SCIENCE CLASS Peace and friendship with all mankind is Never buy what you do not want, because it the wisest policy. is cheap; it will be dear to you. —JEFFERSON —JEFFERSON The Jeffersonian Page 5 JEFFERSON SCHOLASTIC J’S Front row -Joan lUmxlell. Wlllmlna Robertion. Lucille Archer, Mary Ive . Mary Brennan, Dorothy Kelaon, Helen WeJter, Helen Hnhata. Sceor-d row Robert Levininn, Helen Anderron. Su ana Ewalt. Helen l «e Hopper. Marita reft Hu � ey, Bernice Sharf. Annette Strum!. Franco Gottaehall. James Moore. Third row Olga Kuehynkn, Phebc Sounder , Betty Gold. B.-tty l.elt . Victoria Lewi . Dorothy Bryant, Ruth Bell. Fourth row—Helen Mair. Betty Stock . Jane Van Braak, I..I Leg rand. Wilma Tomlinson. Catherine Mucn. Mary Bell. THE JEFFERSON LIBRAKY Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom. When angry count ten before you speak; if very angry, a hundred. —JEFFERSON —JEFFERSON Page 6 The Jeffersonian JEFFERSON 9A’S. HOME ROOMS 117, 220, AND 304 From row. left to right Norman Clark. La Vtrtw Parkier. Albert Kalman, George Lee. Robert Rothkoff, Ruiaell Porter. Houglaa Yarwood. Warren Wend land. Robert George, Leonard Itrvnna. Hadley Mrlionald. Second row Audrey Alton. Kvelyn Strand. Geneva Kohler. Alice Smithburg. Charlotte Praaeley, Marian Streae, Sidney Gunn, l imbert Gulbro, Leonard Oaborne. Third row Grace Gonaallei. Adeline Finch, Kell a Nona, Patricia Judge. Ruth Karthagvn, Klitabeth Walter . Mary Jacobaen. F:thel Heller, Elaine Johnton, Mary Whiting, Kdna Wirth. Fourth row F'ralice Callow, Florence Gouaten, Ben nor Relden. Shirley Upkina, Mnry Knapp, Joyce llahloen, Margaret Grant. Alice Snyder. Fifth row—I abelle Whitelaw. Fern Amundaon. Marie Nelaon. l ori� Edgley, Ruth Otle, Marie Nemecck, Lucille Mathiaon. Margaret Graven. Jean Oppedihl, Itorvthy Rumevlk. Mabel Bland. Sixth row France l ay, Virginia Hirenna. Ralph F'elt. Stan,� y Faltlco. Harry Sti.ddar, Maxine Kline. Woodrow Christopher. Lyle Commnn. Wade Toxen. Newell Hoar, Robert FVk. George K ener. Krulen Johnaon, George Taylor. Seventh row Itorothy Evan . Mavia Norria. Richard Bjrwntyr, Miriam Brown. Laura Jame . Jane Granule. Marie Gorder, Katherine Clement. Virginia Schwedler, Gwen Iiavla. Eighth row—Evelyn Jacoba, Helen Nelaon. Katherine Kaaty, Marion Matt la, Margaret Stagewalt, Margaret Pateraon, Druallla Kochendorfer. Roberta Stelnlnger. Alice Leta Bower . Elliot Underhill, EtotM Holler. I to rot hy Teague. Ninth row Herman Manlnatm. Jame Moore. George Honey. John l eder, Della O’Henrn. Jame McGuire. Lawrence Erklund. John Flood. Frank Davidson. Tenth row- Bill Rawltier. Carl Feltman. Jack l.yona. Walter Rlrharda. Bark row Robert Moody. Shelby Merrill. William McKean I. Erneat MacMillan. Fred Thlea. CLASS HISTORY 9A1, 117 Present Officers — President, Jack Lyon; Vice President, Frank Davidson; Secretary, John Flood. Athletic Honors—School champions in basket ball and hockey. 9A2, 220 Present Officers—President, Alice Snyder; Vice President, Fern Anderson; Secretary. Frances Day. Athletic Honors—Fern Anderson, Patricia Judge. Commercial Certificates—Ruth Otis, Marie Nemecek, Maxine Kline. Room Honors—Thrift, 100%, 10 times. 9A4, .104 Present Officers—President, Reuben Johnson; Vice President, Ruth F'asthagen; Secretary, Gwen Davis. Athletic Honors—Girls’ school baseball champions, 1927. Commercial Honors—Elaine Johnson, Florence Goustin, Frances Cotlow. Room Honors—Ticket sales, won three sales; Paper Sale, honorable mention twice; Charity Deeds, Christmas party for children at settlement house on December 27, 1927. The Jeffersonian Page 7 JEFFERSON 9A’S, HOME ROOMS 206, 301, AND 316 Front row, left to rlyht—Fred Wood rcch, Robert Bond, Hollexs Rosenqul� t, Paul Fontaine. Richard Garwood. Alton Garland. Bill Gordon, Jonvph Morrix. Jnmcx Ford. William Hollick. Second row Howard Mellon. Albert Aryo. Shirley Saver. Valerie Wood. Ethel Bickhart, Helen We«er, Maxine Edward . Mary Bell. Betty Tallman. Leonard Maine. Third row Dona White. Ruth Lowe, Betty O'Gar. Helen Gilayhar, Francis Hare, Jane Eastman, Lois Finch. Patricia Redmond. Victoria Lewis. Fourth row Adelaide Enyland. Viryinia Dudley. Anno Wilkins. Marion Anderson. Wilma Boj [ . Marguerite Mowen. Alico Ayres. Jeannette Hummed. Vera Kiny. Fifth row— Eiixabeth Jensen. Geneveive Roxrrx, Mary Jane Moor house. Mary Confer. Jane Van Braak, Doris Setrart. Edythe Jcska, Catherine Moen. Gladys Buck. Betty Boyer, Dorothy Yacycr. Jean Selby. Sixth row—Ward Thompson. D ‘Verne Steen son. Kenneth McKinsey. Leonard Brobcrmon. Leonard Thresher. Alice McMillan, Robert Bumford, Viryinia Lindsey. Leonard McNelce, Constance Kojfod. Elinor Hanson, Valerie Starr. William Carriyan, Jay Martin. Charles Sawyer. Seventh row—Grace Thomas. Helen De Mund, Betty Luc Lriyhton, Betty O'Hara. Robert Bowen, Grover Anderson, Alice Johnson. James Mn Hoyry, Frank Merrill. Georye Drcdye. Wesley Dickinson. Grayce Boyue. Elyhth row—Beatrice Erickson, Lillian Manover, Viryinia Ix vetl, Elisabeth Creiyhton. Rosemary Gillespie. Betty Letts. Gertrude Zimmerman. Jane Anderson. Wilma Tomlinson. Dorothy Bryant, Helen Enblom. Janice Berman. Ninth row—Lawrence Gale. Willard Addy. Kathryn Anderson, Doris Ann McFerran, Alberta Borland. Betty Gale. Kathleen Quiyley. Helen Mair. Vera Kiyht. Lois Leyrond, Betty Stacks. Helen Redman. Tenth row—Ralph Stein. Paul Spooner. Bill Barnum, Ray Bebec. Thcron Lovend. Steven Palmer, Harvey Robinson. Herbert Hartaell. James Rains. Leslie Haye, Robert Scholar. Eleventh row—Clarence Anderson. James Lewellan. Forest Miekelson. Kinsley Ben ham. Herbert Fredman, Norman Clark. 9A6, 301 Present Officers — President, Betty Gale; Vice President, Gladys Buck; Secretary, Alice MacMillen. Scholastic Honors—Wilma Tomlinson. Gladys Buck; Catherine Moen. Athletic Honors—Volley ball championship, 1927. Commercial Certificates — Bronz — Lillian Manmerkig, Alice Johnson, Lois Finch. Room Honors—Thrift, 90%, 100%, for 6 months; Paper Sales, two; Ticket Sales, among leaders; Charity Deeds, Red Cross boxes for China and flood sufferers. 9A7, 316 Present Officers—President, Jane Van Braak; Vice President, Albert Argo; Secretary, Betty Lallman. Scholastic Honors—Mary Biel, Jane Van Braak, Jeannette llummell. Commercial Certificates—Jane Van Braak, Edith Jiska. Room Thrift—100% once; Paper Sales, second; Ticket Sales, first, third Minstrel show, second twice movies.; Charity Deeds, filled Red Cross boxes. Page 8 The Jeffersonian THE CAST OF THE PRODUCTION INDIA Front row, from toft to rljtht (Un Mnry White. Grantli H -iUtucre. Dorothy lt.il-.ton, lorniM G«lb. Joon Rnmalilr, Joan Karri . Loui e Kmr, Ikmnto Alton. Second row Kvrlyn Kleberg. France Powell. Kliiaheth Wcelinii. Betty Woidword. Viola Thompson. Marion Krlrbon. Jjne tounon, France Hare. Virginia Auer. Beverly Kroniek. Third row—Wilma William , Lucille Archer, Jeanne Morin. Elanor D-lley, Patricia Redman. Marietta TanftrUI. Dorothy Nclaon. Fourth row -Caroline Gage. Georgianna Adam . Florence Dy te. Kathelecn Quigley. Miriam Brown, Marjory FenruMad, Ann Avery. Irene Dwyer, Evelyn Jacob , Aileen Dwyer, Conetjncc Ko.'ed. Fifth row Gwen Davla. Marjory Wick . Marian Carpenter. Marjorie Peteraon. Ruth Shannon. Winifred Ward. Betty Week . Sixth row—Jane Chowmie, Gertrude Zimmerman, Maryilyn Ad-m� . Betty Tainan. Betty O’Gar, Cindy Buck. Virginia U Valle. Dorothy Yaeger. 9A8, 206 Present Officers—President, May Jane Con fer; Vice President, Hilly Barnurn; Secretary, Ralph Stein. Scholastic Honors—I� is Legrand, gold; Helen Mair, silver; Betty Stocks, silver; Doro thy Bryant, silver; Betty Lietz, silver. Commercial Certificates—Alberta Borland. Typing. Room Honors—Paper Sales, won two and received honorable mention for others; won ticket sale for opera “In India;” sent Red Cross boxes south, sent scrap books to children’s hospitals. It ought to be supplicated from heaven by the prayers of the whole world that at length there may be on earth peace and good will toward men. —JEFFERSON OllR QUEST FOR BEAUTY Continued from pa e 3 Jalabert.) The students still continue on the quest for beauty. They pause before the pictures and as they get visions of rare beauty, they likely are unaware that what they see is but a reflection of the beauty within themselves. Without beauty within, there can be no beauty without. To really live one must have beauty. The students continue their quest for more beauty. Never put ofT for tomorrow what you can do today. I never consider a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend. —JEFFERSON The Jeffersonian Page 9 JEFFERSON FACULTY From row. left to riifht—Stevie. Thome , Pctereen, Jacob . Keckefitth, Wooat, ChrHtenien. S«v nd row lluunrti Rom, Anway. Rutledve. Zlni. E. I unn. Thiid row MtNnvl, McGuire, Kdbcrv. Glllott. FarrU. Hultcranu, Attwooll, Archer, Reynold . Brook , Bickelhau| t, Millcrixl, Fourth row—Yntca, Talbot, ChUholm, Morrimn. Kniitht, I� r on, Fifth row C. Dunn, Blank, Packer. Purdy. McRae. Wilkin . Helm. Bell. Pierce. Curtis . Prick. Sixth row Wind. Seson. McNiel. U ituc. Slfen. Not In the picture—Wtatljr. Birkett. Carey and Silencer. THOMAS JEFFERSON LEONARD THRESHER Thomas Jefferson, the rich man with simple tastes, who was called the Pen of the Revolution, wrote the Declaration of Independence, was third President of the United States, and did what others could not do. He was born in 1743, and as a child he surprised his parents and later his school friends by his intelligence, industry, and thoroughness. He was skilled in athletics and always won in games of riding, swimming, and other outdoor sports. He studied very hard, as much as fifteen hours a day, yet he was not a book worm. He excelled in both sports and studies. He was lively, full of fun, and a great enthusiast in all he did. Thomas Jefferson was a patriot. He was an earnest statesman, and did a great deal toward bringing about the Revolution. He was noted for his foresight and planning. In 1801 he became third President of the United States of America. During his administration, the acquisition of the Louisiana Territory was probably the greatest thing he did for the United States. Through all his busy years he did not forget his wife and children. Jefferson’s home life was exceedingly happy. He was responsive and affectionate toward those he loved. Thomas Jefferson was a great man, a patriot, and a worker. Can we ever live up to the name of our school ? Page 10 The Jeffersonian JEFFERSON BOYS’ CHAMPIONSHIP TEAMS Finn row. | ft to rixht Walter Riehrrdu, B «k t Bull. B- e Ball: Marshall llutehinxon. Haxkrt Ball. Hoekey, Referee; Newell Hoar. Basket Ball: She.by Merrill. Basket Ball. All J� ; Georxr Taylor. Bum B II. B. � ket Ball. Hockey. All J� : Knd Tiaia. B «k t Ball. Base Ball, Referee: Ixonard Oxburn. Basket Ball: James Me iuirc. B. sket Bail: J. ck Lyon . Basket Ball. Hockey. Second row Frank Davidson. B sket Ball: William Carrol. Ail J'a Leroy S iuimt. All J'� : Waine Wilde. All J a: Forest Mickelson, All J'a. Base Ball: Gilbert O’Hulern, B.xe Ball. All J'j: II ro.d Sund. Ail J‘� : Win ton Mox.ter, Referee. All J’a. Hixh Point Man of Season. Third row Dallas O’Hearn . Hockey Carl Fcltmsn, Hockey; Willi.in McKean. Hockey, Referee; George Haney. Hockey: I.oui Levinson, Hockey; John Flocd, Hockey. Base Ball. Fourth row Fritr. Corriiran. Referee: lemml Brnwerman, B. se Ball: Au«tln Meinhauser, Referee; Thomas James. Referee; Harry Phillips, Referee. Fifth row Jry Martin, Base Ball: Ruebtn Johnson. Base B II; Willard Addy, B -e Ball; Bill Howitzer, Referee; Cy Barnum. Referee; Hadley MacDonald. Refei.e: Robert Jensen, Referee. JEFFERSON, THE AUTHOR OF THE Under difficulties 1 have ever found one and DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE only one rule,—to do what is right, and gen- DE WITT KUNE and LOUISE ANDERSON era� y we sha� disentangle ourselves almost We well know that Benjamin Franklin was ithout perce,vin how H happ f held in high esteem by all statesmen because of his famous writings at the time of the Revolu- _____________________________________________________ tion. Why was it, then, that this noble man was not chosen to write that famous document raying: lake your work seriously, there is that was to be known as the Declaration of In- l lent.v of time for recreation afterwards.” dependence? Instead, young Thomas Jefferson, Jefferson had put nothing new into the Dec-who was only thirty-two years of age, was given laration ; he had merely written out a state-that great honor. This is the reason. Franklin ment of the ideas of government that the was a witty man, full of humor and fond of American people held. It is because the Declar-droll verse. The sedate congressmen were ation of Independence expressed so well the be-afraid he would slip a joke or two into the liefs of the American people that its short Declaration, which indeed would have made nervous sentences have lived in the memories America’s situation rather absurd. Jefferson of men. Today the enlarged copy of the was a serious man. His heart and soul were in Declaration of Independence, faded and almost his work, so the wise congressmen gave the op- incapable of being read, is kept in a shrine of portunity to him and we know today that he glass and marble in the Congressional Library made good use of that opportunity. We should at Washington, where all who wish may look at follow Jefferson’s example and remember the this precious parchment. The Jeffersonian Page 11 SUPERIOR STUDENTS OF DOMESTIC SCIENCE, DOMESTIC ART AND ART FI rot row Bernice Holaeth, Marion Morn, Aarience Marlin . Munraret Comb, Marion Shafer, Aileen Dwyer, Irene Dwyer, Ann Avery. Helen Dirkinaon. Annette Strand. Sec nd row Dorothy Yaettcr. Della Sheffield. Nellie Certain. Jeanne Morin. Kathleen Bardin. Jean Merrick, AHre Hamm . M rgucrile Jot.naon, Florence Brill. Jean Richardaon. France Partridge. Eva One S«under . Thlixl row Edna Wirth, Catherine Feeney, Ruth Van Hraak. Dorothy Nelaon, Jean Dodd. Marion Stream. France Day. Con«tance Koefod. Fourth row- Helene Ingvoldatud, Virginia Dudley Fifth row- HcIkb Heriiman, Olga Kucliynka. Dorii Peteraon. Lot Sutherland. Adeline Finch. Grace Gongalix. Mary Jaeob n. THE EXPLOIT OF DAVID AND (JORDON Continued from page 1 “That's a swell idea, and maybe there’ll be a buried treasure there too, was David’s comment. “Aw, there aren’t any treasures left and if there were it would be all jewelry. What would we do with that? “Well, we could give most of it to Mother and I might give just one little bracelet to Sally l� arnes.” “Oh, girls, girls, girls! that’s all you ever think about,” remarked the woman hater disgustedly. All went well with the runaways. A jar of jam, some crackers, cookies, and numerous other things were taken from the pantry shelf to keep the explorers from starving on their long and perilous journey. It was decided to start when all members who might interfere were safely out of the way. To the waiting adventurers it seemed hours before their parents went to their room. In reality it was scarcely nine o’clock. The boys stole silently from the house, each carrying a blanket and a knapsack. Looking back at the house each wondered how many years it would be before they would return to the home of their childhood. When they reached the landing they slipped quietly into a rowboat Which they slid into the water. They rowed on and on in the cool night air. Finally they arrived $t their destination. They fastened the boat and with remarkable courage ventured onto the island which they expected to be their home for months to come. “The first thing we ‘gotta’ do is build a fire to keep the wild animals away, said Dave. “Yeh, and then let’s eat and go to sleep.’ The knapsacks were opened and their contents spread before the two very hungry boys. Without much trouble they managed to consume the larger part of the jam, half the crackers, and all the cookies. “We’ll have to hunt our own food after this, Dave. “Of course, we will. Let's roll in now. I’ll Page 12 The Jeffersonian J.'.FFRKSON ROUND TABLE (THRIFT COUNCIL) Fire , row Dnvtd K m ny. Jrmc� Lyon. Helen Hop '«r. Honorary Member: Maxine Kline. President; Dan Adam . Vice Presi-«'e..t: Helen I ickin :.n. Seeretiiry: Robert BuckatalT. Donald Irvine. Second row Jane Cranttle. Kat ierinc Kimmeil, Carl Keltmnn, Murxsrct Comb. Vivian Murray. Dorothy Maxell. T Ird row Su� � ans Kwnlt. Roberta Crier. Joyce Kenyon, re I one: Jean Richardson. Substitute: Marion Anderson. Fburth row Alice Johnson, Zeta Rose Erickson. Carmen Starn, Alltertn Nelson. Vclda Hall. Elfie Sweeney. Shiriey Streex-. take the first watch.” For about five minutes all was qui t. “Oooh! Dave. Da e, what was that? 1 heard something, but I s’pose it was only i mountain lion.” ‘‘Probably it was. Don’t be afraid. Remen -ber I’m here.” Once again all was quiet and within fiftce' minutes both boys were sound asleep. No once during the entire night did eithei of iher move. When they awoke in the morning th fire was out and they were numb with cold The fire was rebuilt and the remainder of the food was eaten. ‘‘I ’magine we had better bring down a couple o’ wild cats for food about the next thing we do,” said Dave. Off they started with B-B guns over their shoulders. After tramping around for an hour they decided that the big game was not out that day. They managed to find a few wild raspberries, but by noon a feeling of hunger was gnawing at the pit of each of their stomachs. In the afternoon they again tried their luck as hunters, but to no avail. They began to be resigned to the fact that they would surely starve to death. “Gord, I suppose we might go home. I’m fearfully hungry, and I haven’t seen any sign of a buried treasure,” said David in a ra.h.r weak voice. “I guess you’re right, and I don’t think Robinson Crusoe had such an easy time either.” Two very tired and hungry boys started dejectedly down to the shore whero they had left their boat. To their surprise and dismay the boat was gone! For a moment they stare I at each other as if in a stupor. “Who in the sam hill would do such a dirty trick as that,” were the first words spoken by Gordon. “Gosh, darned if I know. Now we will have to starve to death.” “Gee, I’m sorry we didn’t tell Mom and Dad goodbye. I wonder if they’ll miss us.” “Indeed we would,” said a deep voice. From behind a tree stepped their father himself! Never were two boys so glad to see anyone as these two were to see their father. “I guess it’s pretty lucky I overheard your plans yesterday, and another thing, you two young scamps nearly had a boat to pay for. I found yours floating around on the lake on my way over.” This adventure of David and Gordon cured them forever of the wander-lust. The Jeffersonian Page 13 SHIPS A HOT WEATHER JOY VIRGINIA PALMER JAMES DEWITT KLINE At Dawn, hen the sea is all aglow with rosy reflections of the sunrise. When the waters ripple like the faint stirring of lovely memories, When the azure sky glows like a tinted seashell, Ripples softly caress the sides of a noble ship: A ship with sails as white as the wings of a dove; A ship rocking gently on the ebbing tide. It stands out against its soft hued background. Like an inspired thought on the horizon of our future A thing as lovely as the dreams of a little child. The sea, the sky, the sails all part of a colorful picture; Revealing memories of our childhood. Then the sun rises like the light of a great hope Filling all the world with a great warm light, And turning our sorrows to joy, our hates to love, and our despair to confidence. At high-noon tide. Lazily roaming the seas, With blue above and blue below, Waves like the lilt of mermaids laughter softly murmur about the bow of the ship. Light breezes chase fleecy little clouds like merry little thoughts, across the sunlit heavens. The ship sails on in hazy contentment. Like a child dreaming daydreams, Like a workman singing at his loom, Or a carefree gypsy crooning soft love-songs as he roams through meadows of sweet clover. At twilight The sun goes down in a flaming west, And the shadows gather overhead. Thunder mutters; Lightning flashes; The wind howls like a lost soul, and still into the storm the ship sails bravely. And now the storm bursts. The waves in fury lash the great form, Like black temptations seeking to drag a lost soul to the depths of despair. Lightning sends jagged streaks of death into the writhing waters. Still the ship struggles bravely on, Like a soldier fighting strong in the spirit of. Freedom; Like a mother deer at bay fighting to defend her young. There are many things that I have seen That are lovely to behold. Rut of them all there is but one Whose beauty won’t grow old. It is greater than valley or mountain Its luster will dazzle your eyes; It sparkles and drips like a fountain, And its coolness you cannot surmise. On a hot summer’s day when it’s ninety or more And the sun won’t give room to the shade. This beauteous thing I’d much rather adore Than all of the views that are made. Its value to me is as priceless As the rarest of satins or silk. For this thing that I think is so lovely Is a cool, double-rich, malted milk. With the desperate courage of a trapped creature. Then the winds with a despairing moan die away. The sea like a tired creature sinks back softly ebbing and flowing. The clouds roll away, the stars come out. And the ship sails on in triumph. The moon rises. The sea is all silvery. The ship floats gracefully on the crest of the waves. Against a nearby cliff the waves dash up in spray, Covering the rocks with a thousand glistening drops. In the moonlight rugged ledges rise like fairy palaces, Like the castles we build in our dreams. The shadows on their shimmering walls fashion pictures, Now like the face of a distant loved one, Now like scenes from our childhood past, And like the confused chaos of our midnight dreams. About the ship the moonlight weaves a spell. Like the fulfillment of our dreams, the mists take form. Like the goal we have so long sought, Clouds drift from before the moon, And we see a silver ship on a silver sea. Never trouble another for what you can do yourself. —JEFFERSON f I . . 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