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

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Page 2 The Jeffersonian JEFFERSON SCHOLASTIC HONOR STUDENTS I'lr-.t row—U'fl to right: Mary Itrvnnan, Mary Ivw. Kuiccnc S-.ur.dcr . licrnico Schnr c. Anno WuUon. Ixirrottn Chance. Kuth Von llraack. Second row Lucille Moody. Suxanne Kwnlt. Helen Par Hopper. Ilorothy Nelson. Kuth Kell, Marxnrct Comb. Helen Andervon. Third row Winona UitcMI. DeWiU Kline. June Gordon. Mlllc.nt let. mer, l.illinn Chenjr, Anette Strand. Robert Levinson, O.vca Kurhynkn. and strange people. Scouting helps to satisfy that longing with hikes and other scouting activities. But today every boy and every scout has his interests centered on the Byrd expedition; not merely because of its unusual prominence in the world at this time, but because they are seeing it through the eyes of one of their own members, Paul Siple, boy scout of the expedition. It is easy for any boy to place himself in the position of this scout, to observe what he observes in that land of perpetual ice and snow. And so to you who are braving the frigid Antarctic weather for the sake of science, the Minneapolis Area of the Boy Scouts of America sends its wishes for the best of success. May the discoveries and adventures of your expedition be written in the histories of every nation and in the mind of every scout for all time. To contribute by neighborly intercourse and attention to make others happy is the shortest way of being happy ourselves. WHY APPLES HAVE STARS WITHIN FRANCIS EDQUIST This original legend by Francis appeared in the I . T. Broadcaster in February, 1928. And you did not even know an apple had a star within, you say? How did the star get there? Well, that is a story that Old Mother Nature told the trees and I will tell it to you. A long, long time ago the first apple seed lay in the ground fast asleep. The rain drop fairies carried her water to drink and the sunbeam fairies kept her warm while a little worm plowed the ground and made it soft about her feet. One birds singing, “Wake up! Wake up,” and the bright spring morning she was awakened by the apple seed stretched, rubbed her eyes, and pushed right through the brown earth and was very much surprised to find herself a tiny apple tree. She thought the outside world was a beautiful place but when night came with its stars shining like so many candles it made her long for a star of her own. “I have heard your wish,” said Continued on Rage ll

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THE SPIRIT OF JEFFERSON 9A Memory Edition, Jefferson Junior Hi«h School Minneapolis, Minnesota, June, 1929. WASHINGTON’S AIRPLANE RIDE I)E WITT KLINE SPEAKS TO BYRD LAUKIE CAVANAUGH In a comfortable chair sat a young man deeply interested in an old. brown book with George Washington in tarnish gold letters .across its over. The young man who was nearly through had found it quite interesting. “It would be great,” he thought, “if Washington could only see his country now.” lie cast the l ook aside and yawned; curling up in his chair he was soon fast asleep. In an hour this young man who is the famous Lindbergh, woke up to find someone shaking him vigorously. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Lindbergh glanced up to behold an old genMe-man dressed in the style of the eighteenth century standing before him. “Who are you?” inquired the astonished Lindy, “to be shaking me out of my peaceful slumber?” Lindbergh scanned the stranger’s face. “Oh, I beg your pardon,” said Lindbergh recognizing the old gentleman. “You are George Washington?” “Aye, lad, I am he. I came out of the past to see my own country and wilt thou inform me of it?” “I shall be glad,” said Lindy, “for I know it fairly well. I think. 1 must tell you that United States has now forty-eight states. While you were president it had only thirteen. It borders on Canada on the north and the Gulf of Mexico on the south. United States goes west as far as the Pacific Ocean. You can see from this window what a wonderful and beautiful city Washington, D. C. is and you can see the Capitol in the distance.” “Wonderful,” interrupted George, “but what are those queer contraptions with men flying in the air over yonder?” “They were invented in 1903 by an American named Wright. They are airplanes, their chief fuel being petroleum, a mineral obtained from the eaith. I happen to be pilot of one of these machines. Airmail routes are being established all over the country and in twenty-five years the common people will have airplanes for their own pleasure. We have schools to train the Continued on Pajfe 12 A Minneapolis Boy Scout message of good will has been received by Commander Richard E. Byrd, nrw in the Antarctic, preparing for a flight to the south pole. The message, broadcast by Scout James Kline of 320 Jefferson High, scribe of Troop 37, over KSTP’s shortwave station, was answered within five minutes by Lloyd Berkner, Boy Scout and former University of Minnesota student, who is the radio operator for the Byrd party, according to Deputy Commissioner Michael Jalma, who was in charge of the broadcast. The acknowledgment from Mr. Berkner thanked the Scouts of the Minneapolis area council, as represented by Scout Kline, for their interest in the Byrd party, news of which is printed exclusively in Minneapolis by The Journal. Two other tests were tried between KSTP and the Byrd party, but Scouts were not on these programs. Scout Kline was chosen to make the brief talk because his message, requested at the last scribe's convention” here, was judged the best. —The Minneapolis Journal The following is the talk DeWitt sent to the Byrd expedition: Commander Byrd, the Antarctic expedition, and Scout Paul Siple: The Minneapolis Area of Boy Scouts of America sends its heartiest greetings to you in the far south. We have watched with ever growing interest the accounts of your discoveries and adventures in Little America and have eagerly looked forward to the time when we might have the opportunity to express our best wishes and thanks to you who are doing so much. Radio has daily brought to us the latest news of your most interesting life at the Southern end of the world. Through it we are enabled to be with you in our imaginations even though in reality wo must remain at home. Therefore we believe it is only fitting that tonight we should bring you to us, and in a small way tell you what the Byrd Antarctic expedition means to the Boy Scouts. In the heart of every boy is the love of adventure. the longing to explore, to see new lands

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The Jeffersonian Page 3 JEFFERSON 9A COUNCIL Unit row—Left to rlyht: 0«3r Fnipi man. Jan Yerxa. Ann Wataon. Irene Dwyer. Audrey Vali-iuette. Kl ine Ch ney. DeWitt Kline. S cv nd row—John Foley. Helen Dae Hopper. Bunnle Bolee. John Erb. Riiubeth Fawkea. Annette Strand. Lincoln Smith. Thiid row Garth Hnrdinx. Ann Avery. Mancaret Ann Healy, Betty Daggett . Arlcen Baaa, Dorothea Lind trom. Ray Roberta. WESTMINSTER ABBEY Westminster Abbey, a building old On a London morning, damp and cold. What stories could its gray towers tell! Ancient stories of what befell In days of old. Its two huge towers point to the sky, And deep within its cellars lie Bodies of great men. long deceased; Famous men, to say the least, N( w stiff and cold. And from the height of the massive tower The faithful old clock chimes forth the hour— That clock whose face has gazed upon Strange sights and deeds in Ix ndon town In days of old. In front of the grand old church, one meets The hum and bustle of London streets. Coaches hurry to and fro, And yellow hacks drive through the snow So crisp and cold. Would that I. too, might pass its door, And pause with reverent awe before The graves of poets buried there; Ancient men with hoary hair. Centuries old. A PLACE I LOVE KATHLEEN CANNON The most delightful spot in the world for me is the guest chamber of my grandfather’s house in Northfield, Minnesota. The furnishings are most antique, as they are over a hundred years old. The first object that attracts one's attention is the tall fourpost bed of walnut. It was first brought into the room when great grandmother came to preside as mistress over the household. It was she who made the broad ruffled canopy over it. The crossstitch tidies on the chair backs were also wrought by her skillful fingers. Even the old rag carpets on the floor she wove. The tall cedar chest remains where it has been for years—in the corner. Upon opening its door, one sees shelves laden with home-spun towels and sheets. From frames of gilt, on the walls, ladies in stiff brocades and lace look down, and gentlemen with stern faces, powdered queues, and ruffled waistcoats stare at me when I enter the room. These are the ancestral portraits. In the center of the east wall a tall mahogany clock has been ticking away for three generations. Hanging over the old Continued from Page 11