Salem High School - Clarion Annual Yearbook (Salem, OR)

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M THE CLARION Glass .7631 01y. By ALICE JUDSON, '06. About June 1, 1902, it becarne noised abroad that a fierce confhct was raging in Salem. The class of i06 was fighting for her independence from the eighth grade. The excite- ment was intense. For days the bat- tle raged. Volleys of questions firel from the teachers desk fell all around, but the brave little class was undismayed. Each volley of ques- tions was fully answered. Such a conflict could not last long and eier many days a shout of joy arose that they were free. But immediately there came the question, ttWhat kind of a govern- ment shall we have to take the place :of our old tyrant? After due con- sideration they decided to unite with another class in similar circumstances under the name, Salem High School. Altiny nation it was to be sure. For years it had struggled for a bare existence. But this class had in it an indomitable spirit which needed only a leader to make it come forth and assert itself, And that need did not long remain unsupplied. Mr. Traver came. With untiring energy and matchless patience he toiled and with stirring words he inspired the 'people to their best work. Slowly at first the national spirit grew, then burst forth in an unquenchable hame, It began to be recognized by a few. but many opposed it as a tyrannical people often oppose and crush a struggling, growing nation. In the fall of 1.903 the class again met and this time welcomed a new state to the Union, the class of ,07. It quickly found its place and strove side by side With the class of i06. The only patriotism at that time was nationaleclass snirit had not arisen. But by the fall of 1904 the nation was sufliciently organized so that the separate states could organize. The class of ,06 elected Harvey Slater president, Bertha Duncan Vice presi- dent, Martha Schindler secretary, and Mabel DeLong treasurer, During the two previous years the ranks of the class were materially thinned, for only students .of the highest rank were willing to endure the hardships they then had to endure. The class now numbered thirteen, but these thirteen lived up to their motto, itQuality, not quantity? Five mem- bers of the class -were members of the Clarion staff, one the editor-in- chief, one was the debating manager, and one a member of the team, and several were prominent in athletics. In 1905 the c1ass met and re-elect- ed all of its old ofIicers except our treasurer, Mabel DeLong, who had gone away. In her place Mabel Magness was elected. This year the class has received several new mem- bers. Marguerite Mers from the East and Ethel Bell, Chrissie Clark and Carrie Magness from the class of l07, and Elizabeth Harding, who had dropped out a year or two before. This year more than ever has the class of i06 taken a prominent part in national as well as class affairs. Nearly one third of the Clarion staff are members of the class; three of the girls fill high places on the basket ball team; our president still holds his place as manager of the debating team, and one is a member of the same. Socially the class of i06 has led. Parties, receptions, and general good times have been numerous. The class was the first to display its flar, orange and black, in 011.1 new builtl- lng. Taking it all through, the class of ,03 has played a most important part in the organization of our glorious little nation, the Salem High School. Comfortable hammocks at Wilson 8L Maureris. Wilson 8L Maurer carry a complete line of everything for the athlete. mmh

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;;i:llli!1 , R A 31:.54- gsmajm5u THE CLARION w tscndu, cabss EZhgpAeqy By PERRY REIGELMAN, 06 I was sitting in my office. The rumble of a great city came faintly to my ears. I had disposed of the last sheet of copy and was scanning a paper. An election notice caught my eye. I looked twice, then sat up. I glanced around the room and my gaze sought a bit of a faded yellow pennant with a tt06 neatly printed in black. tTm going back? I said, hand see the boys and the rest of the class. I wonder what they are doing now. Yes, Iill go this very dayji and off I started. New York had no more fascination for me. All its wheels and cogs might turn, all its newsboys cry, all its whistles blow, but naught could keep me there another day. I was off to see the 01d class of ttnaughty six. In Salem at last. Salem! Who could think of it! Salem in 1925! The immensity of the city I had scarcely conceived. Beautiful in the extreme, large and cosmopolitan in the broad- est sense. I found the office of the mayor in the city ha11,ea superb structure of ancient Grecian architecture. I walked into the OfIice and was met by a man of about forty years. He looked at me rather closely, then burst out, itHello Reggie? I nearly dropped, I was so astonished. By this time I recognized before whom I was standing. Perhaps you have guessed. It was that old rattle-trap of a Senior, Harvey M. Slater. We were soon comfortably chatting. Presently a young woman entered and the mayor presented me to Mrs. Harvey Slater. I lookei twice, then I was agreeably surprised to know that Mrs. Slater was none other than she who was formerly Miss Ethel Bell. V We then started down town. The first place at which we called, after I had made known my wish to see as many of the class as possible, was unquestionably an artists studio. We entered. Before a large canvass stood an angular form. A large bunch of hair, which leoked like an luxuriant growth of pampas, nodded gravely. He squirted the color through a pneumatic rubber revolving tube which was operated by hydraul- ics. The artist looked around and Horace Sykes, master artist, stood before me. I shuddered at the change. I noticed that he seemed shocked too. He bawled out, ttSingle yet, RiggieTi I nodded. As it was very warm we entered a cozy Dutch Delicatessen restaurant. The mayor said it was the most pop- ular resort in the city. The place was exquisitely charming. The pro- prietoress greeted us most politely. The mayor then presented me to Mrs. Adolph Gueffroy. I started. The name I was familiar with. In an instant I knew. iTwas Martha Schindler to whom I was talking. Funny how things began to clear up. Meanwhile we succeeded in getting away from the Gueffroy establish- ment. Then evening drew its dark mantel over the city and the many lights began to twinkle. I sallied forth alone. At last I stood before a brilliantly lighted theater. I en- tered. A large crowd of bright men and women were assembled. A lec- ture was in progress on iiEqual Rights? The first speaker had just finished and the second being intro- duced when I entered. As the eulogy of the speaker was finished a familiar form stepped to the front. I was puzzled for a few seconds, then it dawned on me. The speaker of the evening was Miss Elizabeth Harding, champion defender of womanis rights. I sat astonished at the marvelous flow of words that fell from her lips and gurgled and bubbled over like a hydraulic well in the Sahara Desert. After the lecture was over I con- gratulated Bess on her rise to such a high position in the hearts of her contemporaries. As Miss Harding concluded her ad-r