Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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m w H' nil: 'l l L Illrnrdhat m i ii iii a I: lrltilnu mums ii r bbtuihlcrin ! Js g a dream' : lI'I h, lhc mt . IV hnurm Hum be crushed m' r Wilmlation, i it i mrth, andib It'll lhl' platted; aqu' it MI 3 50an i Hm! ligumint; ' 'i ihfll lirtnt'mf .1 mm lhmc eves's gm imhng'bv. Z'mu- VAC not Um: rr under arms: umbhn rushoir: i! sih' C MM Mir. rqwah'ci, Mlh DE ln-H lu'r lnrnwla; rink! mi pityfi Iii they callthee: Iii herald xhye; M' ail timeinrc Jir um' thaw mu'ft'ii handst'? HA t't'illt' 3nd ix wnnci nil itWClF'C till HI. lilc WSw . ugh the doom m 11 min! the ,i Mu- that Which: . ; 43nd IHINH Page twenty-seven THE C ARDI N AL Glam? Ernphpry. As our journey progressed, we came before an immense building, out of which a throng was pouring. The eveningis performance was evidently closing, and the audience departing for home. Hav- were feeling that way until we saw a familiar, ruddy head coming toward us, and a face that lighted up as of old with a grin of the most generous proportions. - itAlva Grout, of all people 19, we exclaimed. . iiYesf, cut in a iinewsyf, evidently wild with the excitement of the occasion, tiDatis the Physical Director of Portland schools. He lec' tured tonight? and he pointed to a near-by billboard which substan- tiated his statement by announcing the subject, iiThe Necessity of De- veloping the Lungs and Vital Organs? It seems that several times in his speech, he displayed the powers of his own capacious vocal organs in the yell of the June iog Class. Before any serious damage was done to the building, however, the spectators were reassured by a return to his former complacency. But now our compatriot had come up, behind him Walker Peddicord, who, as City Superintendent, seemed enjoying the opportunity to display the method in which an important man should stalk about his domain. As in other days, Walker realized how far dignity can be upheld by the proper gait. iiWell, what do you think of hnding Bertha Teuscher at the head of the Science Department ?,i asked Grout, in the course of our reminis- cences. ' iiO-h, thatis nothing remarkable? cut in Walker, wshe always was a shark at that and Math. But think of Bessie Andersorfs teaching butchering a dead language. And Mary Bel Hancock up to her eyes in sines and co-sines! Think of that little mouse getting out a Trig. and developing into a regular bluestocking! You never can tell about these quiet people? ' iiLetis go down to the Commercial Club? suggested Mr. Grout; iiyou know our old friend Martzloff is president now. He ran east to Washington a few weeks ago. If heis back, we can have a good talk on old times? iiYesf, answered the bellboy, in answer to our query, iiheis back with two other gentlemena-old classmates, he said? Imagine our de- light in findingthem to be Herbert Stott, well known as the Mayor of Seattle, and Paul Heslop, who, as Speaker of the House of Representa- tives, held the solons of the Nation spellbound by his eloquence. iiWell, whereis HaugenPii asked Martzloff, settling back in his chair. iiWe need him to make the circle complete? iiHaugenlii exclaimed Peddicord. HHavenit you heard Haugeii? Heis on the lecture platform now, airing his pet theories on insanlty and criminality. His old hobby, you know? iiMeta Harbers is in Seattle? said Mr. Stott, iiconducting equal suf- frage meetings. The idea of her taking that up. Stilltthere are stranger destinies being worked out by our classmates. Falth Young

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THE CARDINAL Page twenty-six t0 the silence of its chambers. Thus it came about that the young mourner linding the evening quiet close at hand, tttrhecl herself to that house of grief and entered its mighty portals. .W1th1n all was as a dream. No sign of life was there save the kneelmg hgures, no sound save that of muffled sobs. As in a dream her wondering eyes rested on'the somber glory of Chancel and window; as. in a .dream she heard the half-hidden majesty of deep-throated mus1c; w1th no c0nsc10us effort she sank to her knees and gave herself up to the mastering deSn pair. Slowly passed the minutes, and slowly the hours, till. at last the springs of her sorrow ran dry, and she felt the crushed wmgs of her hope lifting to the returning warmth of her consolation. A timid movement near by brought back her thoughts to earth, and turning her heavy eyes she saw that another had entered the place where she lingered, and that the other, too, seemed overcome with a sorrow great like unto her own. But how different showed that ligure in the evee ning light! How pale those cheeks, how crossed that brow with care, how fearful of the worlds encroachments gazed out those eyes below! Pity swelled high in the heart of the young girl kneeling by. With an impulse of sympathy which lives in us all, have we not crushed its spontaneity, she took the trembling form in her tender arms and laid the whitened head on her shoulder. With a sudden rush of compas- sion, new-born of her recent suffering, she felt she could not bear to see the agony of the trials she had endured repeated, with no- other thought she thought to render comfort. L0! as thus they knelt she felt a touch upon her brow, and she heard a voice saying, llBlessed art thou, Myra, child of pity! Blessed be the tenderness of thy heart! N 0 longer shall they call thee one of bitterness, $but a new and dearer name shall herald thy coming. Eunicebk thou shalt answer to henceforth and for all time, in remem- brance of thy happy victory? , When at last she ventured to lift her gaze she saw that a white- robed priest had paused at her side and laid his sacred hands upon her forehead, leaving thereon a touch of wondrous sweetness and healing, and immediately there fell on her ears the sound of lovely chimes ringing out across the roaring city, announcement of the vesper hour. As Eunice rose to her feet she caught through the doorway the full glory of the light of the evening sun thrown aslant the evening sky. And she felt in her heart a great relief, like that which follows the shifting of a weight from onels shoulders, and a chastened content that surged over her long-tortured spirit as a swell 0f the deep sea overwhelms the sands of the low-lying shore. CAMILLA RINGHOUSE. Have you seen Ringler's Natatorium 9 a at! p:

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TH E C A RD! N AL 4 Page twenty-eight rakes in the pledges on the temperance platform, while Leoha Jacob rs; kept busy tying up bandages and ministering to the maimed 1n ,FIISCO. Hereupon Paul Heslop spoke up and told how Margaret Osburn had taken a position in Washington as private secretary to the Pre51dent of the United States, an office which she was occupying to the everlast- ing honor of the country. a iiWe have Gustave Everson, too? went on the Speaker. He trots arOund town in a little gig, and is the most popular physician in Wash- ington City, due to his good nature and kind heart. You know he was like that when a boy. While Earl Thomas? and here Mr. Heslopis eyes fiashed proudly, his Chief Justice, and recently rendered a decision whereby the Standard Oil Company had to break up. Trust 01d Earl to knock out the trusts Ii, . Keren Davis, he said, was the Democratic Senator from Nebraska, and was startling the world with her oratory. iiHer old accomplish- ment, you know? said he, with a smile. During sessions of Congress, Ada May Bigger and Margaret McCabe sat in the ViSitOl'S, gallery to hear the speeches of their former schoolmate. Margaret McCabe has gained the epithet of the iWZVestern Authoressii through her prolific pen, while Ada May is a prominent hgure in the work of uplifting the crim- inals of the Nation. She is interested, moreover, invthe reform of the penitentiary, in which enterprise she has an able assistant in Eva Roche. iiBy the way? said Mr. Grout, iiWhatis become of Bonnie H. ?ii iiDonit you know ?ii asked Peddicord, laughing. Mr. Martzloffis face was brilliant with his customary blush. gBetter come home and taste some of my iBonniei brideis biscuits? he managed to gasp. iiTheyie like mother used to make? They had been abroad, on their honeymoon, he announced. While away, they had visited the British Museum and been startled to see two familiar faces among the famous portraits of the day, those of Ruth Beach and Lenora Hansen. They had posed as models for iiAmerican Girlhood? They were traveling around Europe together, and creating a furore wherever they went. While in Vienna, they had heard Ger- trude Ost and Fay Wise in grand opera. Both occupied envious posi-' tions as iiAmerican Songbirds? iiOtto Stoehr is a missionary in the Philippines? remarked Peddia cord, changing the subject abruptly, iiand Genevieve Eckelson is in old hiEngland. iTis my Lady Genevieve nowf, iiYesfi answered Martzloff, iiFlorence Blumenauer and Virgil Mel- vin were members of a house party which she gave for us while we were there. Florence was recovering from the strenuous exertions as wife of the Governor of California. Miss Melvin, you know, holds the chair of Romance Languages in the University of California. They were idoingi Europe in a monthf, In Greece they had visited'the temples far-famed, where to their surprise they found several of their friends worshiping. They had stumbled over Eleanor Cannon, in the Temple of Love, kneeling at the shrine of Venus and with her luxuriant tresses wiping away the tears o