Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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:

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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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A sob came from Betty's lips. Bob and Ruth, THE LEDGER I:T'wenty-one Here they come, Homer! Oh, if we only win! After a brief warming up, the captains tossed for the kickoff. Cleveland won. They formed, and as the whistle blew Jack sent the ball soaring far into the enemy's ground. The Park high school boy received the ball with open arms and started a rush down the field, dodging and ducking the onslaught. A groan escaped the Cleveland pupil's lips. Park high had a clear field now. Surely they could not stop them from getting a touchdown. Oh, there was hope! A Cleveland boy had sud- denly gained the head of the rushing mass and was quickly making the ground between him and his opponent diminish in size. Crash! Down the two came. The ball rolled on. There! Cleve- land had covered it. A great shriek of joy was --w.. .N li! we ' hmmm f . SQ' 'Wg' 2 gif!- -,Z 2' 1 33: x I 5 'L' . , Y. I 3 i, ii ' . X X-'Ny . NT, W , .ll Q ri i ' t - f . i i hy, x . 'i I' 11112653 ' UWM. I ' 4,0p,,,,Wfqf4,z,,1W53,1t'i.H'a.,,,,,,,,,mt, sg S, f g c Ni? 1M'ag1cu.,,UZl1' uwvwiuwwvm- tai:- 44'.. .0 '-'I' 'W I g .. - X , L.. ...Mfmmwl , K bi 'llllluullt U , l j, A Vx. heard. But now it was gasps and groans. For was not Jack, the boy who had stopped the enemy, being carried off the field? who were sitting behind Homer and Betty, heard it. Say, whispered Bob to Ruth, maybe our ad- vice is going to work, after all. Sh-h! answered Ruth, 'fdonit let her hear us. I do hope that jack isn't hurt much. After the game we'll go out to his house and see himf' And, exclaimed Ruth, we can take Betty, but don't tell her where we are going or she will never come. As the game dragged to a close, or it seemed to drag to Betty, Cleveland was at the wrong end of a 7 to O scoreg and so it stayed until the gun an- nounced the end of a sad contest for the Cleve- landites. The crowd filed out-some down- hearted, and others happy. Ruth tapped Betty on the shoulder. 'fBetty, won't you come out to my place and stay all night? Mother and Dad won't be home until late this evening, and I donlt like to be there alone. Yes, I'll come, responded Betty listlessly. Oh, hello, Bob! I didnit know that you were here. Oh! yes, I came to see Jack play. Rotten luck he had. Poor kid, he is getting bumped all around. Bumped all around ? inquired Betty. What do you mean? Well,', answered Bob, you see, he is gone on a little blond in his science class, but she seems devoted to a boy by the name of Homer Wells. He wonit speak to her, as he thinks she doesnyt care for him. Oh, but I do! blurted Betty. Oh, no, I didn't mean that! everything! Come No one spoke as a bungalow. I'll be back in as he jumped out business to attend Oh, dear, Ruth, I have spoiled on, let's go home. Bob stopped his car in front of a few minutes, girls, he said, of the car. I have a bit of to. Up two steps at a time he sailed, and as the door opened in he went. Jack, very pale and shaky, was lying on the davenport. !'How do you feel, old man? was Bob's greet- ing. Pretty well. Do you feel well enough to cheer up a down- hearted girl ? I can't cheer any girl up. Oh! yes, you'll do nicely in this case. You see, this girl -explained Bob as he stroked his chin in a manly fashion, likes a boy in her science class, but she thinks that he likes Harriet Handford. She won't make any attempt to get acquainted, as she thinks that the boy should speak first. Bob! shrieked Jack, do you 'gran that? ls Betty here? How did you managdllt? Bring her in quick! All right, answered Bob, as he opened the door. Oh, Betty! he called, come here, will tContinued on Page 481