Roosevelt High School - Ranger Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE RANGER Jan uary '2 7 A Precious Document ONLY once in the history of any school building is there a first class to enter. Ours had that distinction. To us, therefore, comes the responsibility of assuring to future generations the true facts concerning the birth and early days of Roosevelt High School. To us alone, as first termers, came the rare privilege of seeing the allknowing seniors lost in the halls. Never before or since in the history of Roosevelt High School has a Freshie dared to claim equal knowledge with Seniors. To no other Freshman class has there come the burden of carrying on without a principal or of welcoming back a “chief after six weeks’ absence. To us alone came the distinction of walking upon the artistic curve of the two-board walks and of politely stepping aside into the surrounding lakes of mud to let the Seniors’ cars go by. Could you think it possible that in the place of our ever-looked-for side walks was a big wooden structure that barred the wonderful Lombard view, and in the place of our velvety lawn were weeds, rocks, mud lakes, and various other forms of rubbish ? Would you believe that in its first term they entrusted the new building to the tender mercies of a Hi Jinx and that we little Freshies took one of the coveted prizes? Three and one-half years elapsed before another Hi Jinx witnessed at Roosevelt High School. We wonder why. Nor are these all the wonders that the new building experienced that first term. Our own Lucy Lee was chosen queen of the Rose Festival, and the mile to St. Johns was all too short for our serpentine and our celebration in that little town. A few of our members had a modest share in the success of the operetta “Sylvia”. Also in the closing assembly of that term, we witnessed the birth of individual scholarship letters, and we thrilled with pride to learn that we had earned some of the first red and blue “Rs ever presented. Then in our third term two “True Rooseveltians were elected—Geraldine Klahn and George Jcffcott. Remember that? Why yes, of course. Our fourth term was very highly marked. Roosevelt’s present principal came to us, and Mr. Fletcher, with several teachers, moved to Grant. With Mr. Fry came Mrs. Page (formerly Miss Dew), Mrs. Marston (formerly Miss Welch), Mrs. Adams (formerly Miss Atkinson), Miss Heiser, Mr. Gillette and Miss Coble. A new era in football was then opened and with the Roosevelt-Commcrce game the school’s luck changed. Our class had its own victories that term when our boys won the interclass basketball championship. Let’s see, that was our fourth term, and it was a year later that our girls won from the third termers the game that gave them a similar title. Hut I’m getting ahead of my story. In our fifth term we celebrated our “majority” by joining our elder Juniors in a prom. The colors black and white will now always remind us of the smart decorations of this event, certain melodies will bring back the music of that orchestra, and the memory of pleasant dances with our own and older classmates will long remain. All in all, the affair was very “chic”. During our sixth term Roosevelt became truly thrifty. At least once during those first weeks every member of the family “banked,” and we saw ourselves as others see us in the Educational Thrift Gazette. Our own part in that activity has remained as constant as senior’s flat purses would permit. That same term we, for once, gave ourselves something—a banquet. Wry elaborate was that affair, too. Had candles and everything. Many a voyage did our seventh term witness. With the seniors we visited every little speck of ground at Reed College and ate every bit of food Pagf Twtnty

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January 21 TII E RAN G E R Pate Nineteen

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January '27 THE RANGER given us. Then when Air. Fry offered his cabin at Rhododendron to romp in—why we just had to accept. Up there in the wilds we climbed trees, mountains, and everything we came to—even Alt. Hood, although we had to try different trails and get lost. We haven’t yet forgotten the carrying quality of Air. Fry’s voice. No wonder our appetites grew. Aleat pie, pancakes—all sorts of good things disappeared with surprising promptness. When Saturday night came we started home very reluctantly but happy. The other voyage we took was with Aliss AlacKenzie to Japan (our Hi Jinx stunt). In a Japanese garden, where we smelled the fragrance of our wistaria (or was it apple blossoms?), all dressed up in true garb, we served Japanese tea and rice cakes, with other good food, to the illustrious public. Later on in the term, in fact on the “eve”, or should I say “morn”, of our arrival into seniordom, we joined the seniors and had a very delightful breakfast. Of our Senior achievements we modestly forbear to speak. It is more fitting that other pens than ours should preserve that record. Thus, therefore, ends the story of the Jan. ’27 class. As Others Hear Them “It's the height of folly!”.........................R. AI. “I'm so thrilled!”...............................G. S. “My word!”.........................................AI. T. “Ok, mv Oh, my! .............................C. J. R. “Chuck’ll do it”....................................G. D. “Naw-w! We don’t want that”........................B. D. “Won’t he long now”............................C. R. “Oh! Hello!”...................................B. W. “Well, I like that”............................W. F. “Gee, that’s keen”..............................T . B. “It makes me s’mad”.................................G. S. “Well, I'm coming over and see”..................W. R. “How should 1 know?”.............................L. E. Patt TKt ly-o