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

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The Jeffersonian Page 11 THE GIRL ATHLETIC CHAMPIONS Klr»t iow Left to ritrht: Sylvan Meixner. Mlltlr.M Hoppe. Mtrtha Mclm. Ilnrtwol StromU'rv. Annette Strand, (captain), Gertrude ! pixnirn.. n. Mirian Grahrm. Audrey Valiquettc. IxaiIm: Hdnicn. Str« n.l row Ai.etn Dwyor. Irene hwyir, P.-tticia Weld. Jrnet K. Moratrcm. UsrjtH Purnell. Margaret Nel»on. Ann Avery. Helen IKckcnmn. Kathleen Ilrrdin, Orl NcIImmi, Marian Meyers. l oris Sad tm. n. THE STORM RUTH NYE BELL ( lx pictured by William Tell Overture ) A soft whispering breeze swept over the grassy valley overlooked by mountains which stood like sentinels in the distance. The contented cattle were grazing in the valley, while farther up the mountain, daring goats frisked happily about It was a very picture of peace and pastoral contentment. Then out of the West came clouds. They chased one another about the sky and were thought to be of no harm. But it proved contrary for the sky darkened and the little clouds became one huge mass of black-ne s. The wind rose and, shrieking into every nook and corner, blotted out the peaceful scene. The rain fell, the lightning Mashed, and the thunder broke forth in startling peals. The storm with all its fury descended upon the valley. A s suddenly as it had come, the storm was gone. The sun. just setting behind the purple hills in the distance, added its resplendent glory to the picture of the freshened valley with its new beauty and life. It was once more a peaceful valley, for the wind had subsided, and a soft breeze had blown away the clouds. Just as the sun went down behind the distant mountains, the shepherds played a song upon their mellow pipes of reeds as if in farewell to the closing day. Continued from Pajre 2 a fairy queen, “and the star shall be yours if you are willing to wait and work for it. Beautiful things come only through striving.” One bright morning the apple tree was happily surprised when she awoke and all her branches were covered with delicate pink blossoms. When the blossoms were gone, to her surprise there were loads of little green apples. Day by day she gloried in her treasure, caring for her baby apples. Because she lived not only i'herself, she received her promise. Therefore, new you will find in the center of every apple a str.r, while tucked snugly away in each tiny point cf this star is a brown seed which the apple tree d: lights in having us plant. Continued frem Page 3 cloc’c is a relic that is highly prized by my grand-lather. It is an old musket earned in the Revolutionary war by some great, great uncle of grandfather’s, who lost his life in the Battle of Bunker Hill. The musket is old and rusty, and the leather strap by which it is suspended is nearly worn in two. An air of antiquity, which I love, prevails in the room, and causes me to spend a great deal of my time in it when I visit Northfield every summer.

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The Jeffersonian Page 10 BOY ATHLETIC CHAMPIONS Flint row—Left to right: Wally Tuft, golf: Willard Cummin . basketball, (capl.L hockey. and aerviee ball; Moiral Pamerleau. service ball and basket ball: Hob JcnM-n. basket boll, service ball and hockey: Vernon Hllchfe’dt. «rvic« b ll (rapt..) bnsket hall ?nd hockey: Bill Cooley, service ball, basket ball and hockey. I captain) ; Dick Simons, hockey; Sylvester Mack, basket ball, service ball and htekey : Wayne Wilde. homeahoe: Carleton Derum lab-ont), basket ball and hockey. Second row Wallace Swanson, service ball: Arnold Anderson, service ball: Klsworth fleeter, basket ball: Fred Sexsmith. basket ball: John Hanson, basket ball: Thomas James, basket ball: Harry Philips, basket ball. Third rjw Arnold Dahlin. service trail; George Tinkhnm. service ball: Kim Cole, service ball: Jerome Rogne. service ball: Edward •Meyers, service ball: Lawrence Richard , service ball: George Graham, service ball, basket hall and hockey: James Lyon, service boll: Earle Van Wulkenberg. tennis. CLASS HISTORY OF 309 Continued from Page 5 hangs in our room at the present time. Among the prominent students of 309 are: James Haven, seventh grade, best all around boy; Lydia Wright, sexenth grade best all around girl; Franklin Westphal, eighth grade best all a.ound boy; Beatrice Staple, eighth grade all around girl; Lincoln Smith, the present president of our room; Helen Belle Boice, 9 A class president; Lincoln Smith, cartoonist; Ann Lajoie, most talented girl. SOME JEFFERSONIAN SAYINGS 1 have ever deemed it more honorable and profitable, too, to set a good example than to follow a bad one. Conscience is the only clue that will eternally guide a man clear of all doubts and inconsistencies. WONDERS OF THE AMERICAN DESERT Mile; and miles of painted sa; d stre.ch onward like an endless sea. Sagebrush and cactus are the only vegetation. A lew Mexican s in their adobe huts are the only inhabitants. Many tin cans and dilapidated cars that line the road are mute evidences that civilization has found its way to this silent place also. All the forces cf man are making this spot blossom forth in all its glory. The great American desert, one landmark that has stood through the ages, is slowly brt surely being conquered. CLASS HISTORY OF ROOM 307 Continued from Page 4 We are 9A’s at last, and, in the final election for the whole 9A group, two of our own members have been honored: Elizabeth Ann Fawkes was elected secretary, and John Erb, treasurer. We greatly regret leaving this splendid school and wish to thank Mr. Sifert and our teachers for the way they have tried to lead us to success in our studies, and victory in our sports.

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THE PRESIDENTS COUNCIL Fir row left jo riuhts Ann Av«ry. President: Marilyn Ad«m». Susanna Kwalt. Elaine Cheney. Irma Bonttel. Viol Johnaon. Melony Wilmer. Rosemary White. Kvnvtcne Saunders, Secretary. Second row —Bod Jenaan. Kdward Koraat. Lincoln Smith Parker Reed. Jerome Malvahill. Verne Lewis. Third row Renee Whitting. Virginia Daniels. Nancy S am.ley. Itetty Works. Barbara Odell. Mary Jane Unox. fourth row George Webatcr. John Erb. vice-president: Don Daily. Stephen Baxter. DcWitt Kline. Ralph Laycock. WASHINGTON’S AIRPLANE RIDE Continued from Page I pilots of these machines. The usual rate of speed is from sixty to one hundred miles per hour.” “Impossible!” gasped Washington, “a horse can only make eight miles to the hour.” Lindbergh went on to prove his statement and tell his story. “Lieutenant D’Arcy Grieg made three hundred twenty-one miles per hour in his seaplane. If you want me to prove this I will take you up in my Ryan monoplane.” “Is there any danger?” inquired Washington as he anxiously looked out of the window at an airplane sailing gracefully in the sky. Lindy assured him there was no danger and rushed him to the flying field. “It looks as though it were a monstrous bird,” thought Washington as he scanned the giant plane. Lindy started the motor and soon they were above the clouds. “There was a boom and a crash and then all was still. Lindbergh found himself lying on the floor; he had fallen out of his chair. “It is too bad that it was only a dream,” said Lindbergh as he put on his coat to try out his new plane. MORNING SUSANNE EWALT When I first go into the garden, I cannot see much. Nature is like a white veil upon which odd masses are sketched. Everything smells sweet and moves under the freshening breeze of the dawn. The sun becomes clearer, but it has not yet torn the veil behind which hide the meadow, the valley, and the hills on the horizon. The nightly dews still hang like silver on the cold green grass. The first ray of sun—another ray. The small flowers seem to awake joyously, and each is hung with dew drops. The chilly leaves are moved by the morning air. I see nothing, yet everything is there. The landscape lies entirely hidden by the veil, but the sun finally lifts it and permits me to see the glistening lake, the meadow, and the cottages. The sun has risen. Life begins a new day in the fields and cottages. The flowers lift up their heads and the birds fly here and there. Later the sun scorches the earth. All becomes heavy. The flowers hang their heads and the birds are silent.