Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Twenty-twozl T HE LEDGER The Ballad of My Heating Stove HAZEL MILLER At times your eyes like devils do dance To the tune of your crackling fire, And again they dart right to the heart As a woman's when roused to ire. Yet tonight as I sit and watch them flit In a manner most lively and merry, I think of the girl who could dance and That quick senorita, Le Perry. whirl, The very red flames make her flashing skirt And the lighter her yellow shawl, While the many lights at various heights Form a glittering dancing hall. The light dry wood as it sputters and spits Resembles her castanet, That she claps at each step to mark the time Of the tune-the little coquettel But the fire burns low, and she makes her bo As she trips from the glowing carpetg And I sigh as I wake from my reverie, Because I cannot encore it. Day Dreams FAYE Hows Snow white the flecks of foam Upon the blue-green seag Yellow gold the beaten sand As buttercups on the lea. A splotch of red upon the beach, A sail upon the sea, 'Tis my ship of dreams, I ween, Sailing home to me. VV

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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

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THE LEDGER ITwent,v-three HELP YOURSELF A -'TRUE CONFESSIONU By SAM FULLMAN Have you ever associated with one of these giddy girls with a mania for collecting souvenirs? Light- fingered lassies with hands swifter than a waiter's eye, they never leave a place without taking some- thing away to remember it by. My best girl once contracted this horrible habit and whenever I was with her I was used as a re- cipient for her gatherings. I'd find myself going away from a restaurant with a menu, a spoon, a demi-tasse cup and saucer, and even a lemon squeezer. Nothing seemed to phase her, from a salt shaker to a flower vase. There was no line of distinction. If she looked at anything on the table twice, I knew it was as good as gone and we would be there until she could get it. One evening I was sitting beside her in a restaur- ant and when the waiter's back was turned she frantically shoved a cold spoon with ice cream on it down my neck. Of course the expected hap-- penedg the cream melted and ran down my spinal column. When the waiter turned around again, the expression on my face must have looked like a signal of distress, for he immediately offered me a bottle of cholera mixture. The combination of Jamaica ginger, red pepper, and tobacco sauce burned my throat, but I tried to pass it off. With the ice cream running down my back and the chills running up, I did not succeed. One afternoon she arranged for a supper and the opera after. That evening I put on a swell-cut outfit, one of these with a false shirt front. We went into a highbrow restaurant and when we finished she suddenly decided she platter. I knew by her eyes it was coming, but I was hoping the waiter would take it away before she found a place to put it. He was too slow as I realized when I felt the platter go between me and the shirt front. I tried to look natural, but the platter was hot and perspiration burst forth upon my brow. The man sitting next to me pulled a thermometer off the wall and wanted were almost wanted the to take my temperature, but I told him to take my life instead. When the proprietor arrived on the scene, he asked me if I couldn't take something for my malady, but I told him I would be ashamed to take anything more. The doctor came and asked me if I had a cold on my chest. I told him I would have as soon as it cooled off. He then wanted to sound my lungs and before I could stop him he hit the platter with his knuckles and the cracking of it could be heard all over the room. I cut a pretty figure then. The proprietor pushed forward and asked if he should call an ambulance, but the doctor told him 'to call a policeman in- stead. It cost my girl twenty-five dollars for a two- bit platter that she never got. - One evening as we were walking down the street, she wanted to go into a Chinese noodle restaurant, so I had to take her. We went up and I had a nice time trying to wash down a lot of Chow Mien with a cup of tea the size of a canary's drinking cup. I was enjoying myself about as much as a kitten with paper tied on his front feet, when I saw that dangerous look that meant there was something on the table that she had taken a fancy to. She thrust a pair of chopsticks and a tea cup into my pocket just as the waiter came up. I paid the bill and rushed her for the door as fast as I could. When we reached the street I turned around and saw the man pursuing us. I immediately came to the conclusion that he had seen the chopsticks sticking out of my pocket. I waved violently at a passing taxi, but before we could gain shelter of its four protecting sides the waiter overtook us. I had visions of saying Good morning, Judge, and you can never imagine my relief when he held out a dainty piece of linen which I recognized as a handkerchief. On the way home I saw her eyeing the meter and knew she wanted that, too, and believe me, if I could have reached it for her, I would have done it!