Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE LEDGER fNineteeri Pa Jones didnt' answer her. It seemed to be too much for him to look at his son. He promptly started cussing, loosing every swearword he had stored up, since Ma Jones started to train Archie. Why I let you do this for is more than I can see! he shouted at his wife, who cowered back against the wall. He turned to his son. Come with me, he said, and stalked out of the room. They went up to the attic, where Pa Jones pumped Archie for all the details of the fight. f'Well, he said, I guess it sure is time for me to take a hand in this. Now, listen to me. You just forget everything your mother ever taught you. See? I'm going to teach you from now on. See my face? Well, ,I was in a fight today, too. But I didn't stand up and let the other guy soak me. You saw all those envelopes that came to the house, and you heard all that racket upstairs. Well, that was me, learning how to box, from a correspondence course. Now, you're going to learn how to box, too. I cleaned up that fellow today, and there's no reason in the world why you can't do the same thing to Bill Graham. We'll begin right here. And he took Archie over to the punch- ing bag in the corner. When Ma Jones learned about Pa Jones' inten- tion, she exclaimed: You're not going to teach my baby how to fight! She shuddered at the thought of her darling little pet stooping so low. You can stop right there. I'm teaching the boy now. I'll make a man of him. You've had your turnf' replied Pa Jones, and walked out of the house. Three weeks later Archie was subjected to more teasing by Billy Graham. He immediately started to roll up his sleeves, at which the boys began laughing. just imagine the sissy trying to fight! Billy Graham smiled confidently, While Archie gritted his teeth and tried to remember the things he was supposed to do, according to the boxing in- structions. s Bill, attempting to inject a little comedy into the affair, started to wind up. Before he was half through, a sledgehammer had landed on his nose. Another promptly settled on his ear, and then Archie started punching with startling rapidity, each blow landing effectively. The bell interrupted the fight and the pupils slowly walked away from the scene of activity, remarking among themselves about Archie's prowess. That night Archie indulged in his first cussword. As he threw his blue silk nightgown out of the Win- dow, he stubbed his toe on the dresser. With much vigor he said, Damnl while his father out- side the door smiled and said softly: Your mother named you Archibald Marmaduke, but I guess you'll live it downf' Told by the River FAYE HOWE Back and forth the tall reeds sway, Whispering softly through the day Tales, the river on its way, Reminiscent in the sun's bright ray, Has sung so merrily. Tales of bars of snowy sands, Of precious pebbles on strange strands, Of slimmest palms in langorous lands, Of elk in overwhelming bands, As it flows onward toward the sea. o

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Eighteenj THE LEDGER WHAT,S IN A NAME? SYLVAN IIALPERIN Ma Jones had lost her mind. There was no doubt of it. If the baby had been born at any other time, it would have been named John, or William, or any of the good old wornout names. But instead it was attached to the terrible caption, Archibald Marmaduke jones. Pa Jones was disgusted with his better half. Imagine me--me-with a baby named Archibald Marmadukeln he groaned, as he tried to seek an explanation for Ma Jones' absence of brains. Oh, shut up! said Ma jones. What are you croaking about, anyway? I'1l bring him up the way I want, and you can leave him alone! Yes, you'll bring him up. I've got an idea how youlll bring him up. Nice new Fauntleroy suit, cute little golden curls and pretty little white and pink shoes and stockings. Ugh! Get out of here, you brute. How dare you talk that way about our iddums cutems pinky-pink toesiesl She turned to the baby, and started cod- dling it. 'fGood-nightll' More groans and Pa Jones went out on the porch and made the air blue for about five minutes. Archie, at home, was treated like a prince. But outside it was different. Archie had turned out the way Pa Jones had predicted-a sissy--and he was treated by his schoolmates accordingly. But, of course, just as Ma Jones had taught him, he held his nose in the air and did not conde- s:end to look upon any who dared approach him. The effect of Ma Jones' teaching was beginning to tell on the boy. He was becoming snobbish. And Pa Jones, what could he do? He just sat and groaned behind his newspaper during the even- ings and listened to Ma Jones indulge in the gentle art of inventing new pet names for Archie. He had resolved not to interfere, but he was slowly be- coming disgusted with his wife's method. When are you going to teach the little dear how to make up the beds and darn my socks? he asked, sarcastically. All Ma Jones had to say was Shut up! and Pa Jones shut up. It was about this time that Pa Jones' mail began to get heavier. He received a long brown folder twice a week, and promptly retired with it to the attic, and for the next half hour Ma Jones would hear him jumping around and punching something. She didn't know just what it was, and Pa Jones wouldn't open his mouth on the subject. It isn't good for Archibald's constitution to have all that noise going on, she remarked at the table the first evening of the mysterious proceed- ing. Bahl replied Pa Jones and went on eating. 'One day when Archie was about eleven years old-the stage in his life Where he was wearing ai shiny, stiff collar and a big bow tie. Bill Graham happened to tease him a little more than usual. Living up to his mother's teaching, he promptly marched in and told the teacher. Coming out of school that afternoon, he met Bill at the corner and, with an ugly look on his face, Bill muttered, 'lHere's where I change your complexion, you little sissyfl , He grabbed Archie by the arm and pulled him into an alley, where he proceeded to muss him up considerably. Fifteen minutes later Archie slowly eased him- self up the front steps of his home, and dragged into the kitchen. Ma Jones looked up, and promptly dropped her jam fmzl the pan which she was holding. What happened to mother's little darling boy ? she cried, as she started toward him. Tell mother what happened. Archie told her as well as she could, considering the puffed lips he had lately acquired, while his mother washed him and applied a beefsteak to his black eye. Pa Jones came home for dinner to find his son sitting on lVIa Jones' lap, eating a piece of pie. Pa Jones was a sorry-looking spectacle himself-his face scratched up, his nose still bleeding and his right eye swollen. Ma Jones shrieked, and cried, You, too! What's the matter?

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Twentyzl THE LEDGER WRONG ADVICE NAZARENE HUTCHINGS Helio, Ruth! I just called you to say that Jack Mandock entered Cleveland High and that he is in my science class. Really, I understand now why all your girl friends fell for him. He is all that you described. His black hair and eyes, his independent air, his polite wayg his kind actions, his broad shoulders, and his earnestness have surely made me like him. Oh! Ruth, I never thought that I could like a boy as well without first meet- ing him. Well, Betty, answered Ruth, don't let him think that you care for him. Act independently, by all means. just remember that he thinks he can have any girl he wants. Thanks for the advice. I will show little ,Iack that Betty is one girl that he can't haveg but, oh, it will be hard! sighed golden-haired Betty. As this conversation was going on between Betty and Ruth, strange to say, a similar conversation was being carried on between Jack lVIandock and his friend Bob. All right, Bob, I will try and do as you say, but I will have to take a look at her once in a while. She is the first girl that I have thought much of. I am sure that she has some good com- mon sense, although she does look rather dollish. The next day Betty pranced into science class with a brand new marcel, while Jack had a bit more Glo-co on than usual. Betty, to the delight of Homer Wells, the horned-rimmed sissy of the class, talked to him all period. Jack, in order to show that he was not interested in her, talked to the black, curly-headed girl to his right. And so this pretending business went on, with only sly, quick glances at one another. The football season had arrived and still Jack and Betty were at the same little game, with neither one gaining. The black, curly-headed one received all of Jack's com- pliments, and in return yelled for him at the games until Betty could have scratched those black eyes out and torn that curly head to pieces without feel- ing one bit sorry. On the other hand, Homer received all of Betty's attention, and in return showed so much ownership of her that Jack could hardly resist the immense pleasure of punching that high-held nose. Bob could not understand why his advice did not work. - Funny thing, he told Jack. It really is a funny thing. But Jack could see nothing funny about it, and said as much in a very few words. 'WVhat I can't figure out, puzzled Jack, is why she picks on that mud-faced Wells. If I hadn't taken your advice, all would be well, but I have gone too far now to fall back on myself. I'll just have to make the best of things. Cheer up! I'll ask Ruth's advice. You know Ruth is Betty's churn. While on the other hand, neither could Ruth understand why her advice had not brought the proper results, and even if her advice had failed, there was Betty's big blue eyes, and her short, fluffy, golden hair that usually worked wonders. No, said Betty, as she gazed into the mirror, it is no use. Perhaps if my hair was black and kinky like Harriet's, I would have better luck. The deciding championship football game was drawing near. The Cleveland and the Park high schools had neither one dropped a scuffle. Their game had been the last scheduled, and now prom- ised to be the hardest fought one of the season. Every one was talking football. Jack listened with admiration to the conversation about football be- tween Betty and Homer. It isn't many girls that know as much about sports as Betty, Jack informed Bob. She is a regular girl. I would give anything to have her yell for me at this coming game tomorrow, but instead she will sit up there on the grandstand and let pie-faced Homer feed her peanuts. Bah! The important day had arrived. The grandstand was overflowing with rooters. Betty's jazz cap was set at a sharp angle on her head. At her side was as usual the devoted Homer, already shelling peanuts. Just as he was ready to pop a peanut into his small baby mouth, Betty gave him an unin- tended slap and screamed above the uproar: