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

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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

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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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w THE CLARION dress the chairman introduced a famous singer from the East. I had heard of her but never had the pleas- ure of listening to her. Judge Of my surprise when I recognized the smger as Miss Marguerite Mers. It seemed as if the whole class had settled in or near Salem or that they had re- turned at the same time I did. Miss Mers was, as I afterward learned, the leading lady of the Turner Opera 00., now starring in the United States of America. I was thirsty by this time and stepped into a cafe nearby. The waiter tripped lightly to my table and took my order. She looked familiar. The next time she came I scrutinized her closely. tiPshaw, I said, II know who she is, but her name slipped my memory. Then a tall and rather stoop, shouldered fel- low came in and called her by name. Then I knew. It was Miss Bertha Duncan, but no longer as she had changed her name to Mrs. Charles Roth. The next day I was up bright and early. I went down to the Y. M. C. A. as I was interested in boys. The secretary I found was short and rather slim. I introduced myself. The secretary jumped up and started to shake my hand. I drew back until I saw that it was none other than Rea Utter. Upon my word I was surprised! for I thought that he had taken up the Chase. Rea was just like he always was, dry as ever. To tell the truth I thought that he had been run out of town long ago. As a newspaper man I was inter- ested in the courts. Court was in sess10n when I entered and the court room crowded for a sensational di- vorce case was pending. I got in- terested at once. As proceedings opened I learned that Mrs. Crissie Noodletwanger, keeper of a noodle JOlnt, was suing for divorce from Mr. Harry Noodletwanger. Sensational charges were filed. At last I got a I glimpse of the woman in the case. I was shocked, yet not surprised, to fingl .that she was formely Miss Cr1ss1e Clark. Criss got what she was after. I heard that they made up later and were remarried. . I next went to the old High build- ing. What was my surprise to find a new building two or three times as large and handsome as the one of old. I sought the principal. I was met by a young woman, dignified and learned. As we entered the door of her office I noticed a printed card on which ttMiss Marie Hutchins, A. B.,l, was written. This was interest- ing. It seemed as if every one had prospered and risen in their profes- sion. Besides being principal itMiss Hutchins was teacher of literature. Before leaving the high school I met another of the old class, the teacher of physics and chemistry. She was tall and slim and had a funny expression on her face when Miss Hutchins presented me. It was the last place I expected to find her- Miss Mable Magness. I asked her where her sister was. She said that she was just a simple housewifee- that is, she was mistress of a beau- tiful home planned and built by a certain Eyrle Eyre. This was more than I expected in both the Magness girls for they both expressed a de- sire to ttteach the young idea how to shoot in an obscure mountain Vil- lage. A nice dream it was but it did not last. From Mable I learned that Ruby Rotzien was canvassing for a rubber patent device for a new sort of nurs- ing bottle. I thought that position fitted Ruby pretty well. I had ordered my mail forwarded and now went to the postomce. I was standing in line when some one tapped me on the shoulder and said, ItHelloW I looked around and my eye lit on a young woman standing near. I looked again. Then I recognized her. She was Miss Genevieve Potter. She was a lady of leisure, having married a wealthy bachelor who soon after died and left her all he had. Her name was now Mrs. White. From Genevieve I learned that Miss Alice Judson was a writer of considerable note. Her forte was the osychological romance in which the love element was eliminated. I told Genevieve the next time she saw Alice to tell her to submit some MSS. for the paper I represented. I was walking along the street when an accident occurred. The am- bulance came and an emergency nurse with it. She took charge of