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W. E. H. S. AMPLIFIER, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1929. Page Two U.H.S.AMPLIFIER Published semi-monthly by the stu dent body of West Linn Union High School. STAFF Vivian Hughes ........... Editor Harlan Zivney... .......... Ass’t. Editor Irene Tucker........... ........... Girls’. .Sports Jack Bollinger .................... Boys’ Sports Alice Stangel Locals Margaret Lange........... . Organizations Marie Schultze. . .Seen, Said, Surmised Beth Anderson ............;,............. Jokes Eleanor Couche, Martha J. Hottel, ....................... Features Norma Matthews, Cleo Hinds ,,........... i........ Exchanges Sonora Brown, Gordon Swope ................................... Editorials Elwood Dunmire '............ ,...., Manager Assistants Glen Logsdon ............ ..West Linn Lee Riley ',.... Oswego Reporters Margaret Vinson, Roma Confer, Jose phine Zaniker, Marjorie Ranger, Marian Robinson, Elizabeth Boeck- man, Cora Boeckman, Betty Mer rick, Lillian Stites, Edith De Moy, Bonnibelle Littlefield, Helen Frost, Chester Jarrett, Barbara MacDuf- fee, Gretchen Thompson, Robert Leekly, Don Harkleroad. GETTING READY FOR CHRIST MAS There are only three weeks until Christmas; the shop windows are all decorated with Christmas trees, electric lights, and all kinds of toys. The stores are crowded with tomers, who are grabbing thing and then the other, not know ing which to buy. The goods on the counter are scattered from their neat piles; and the clerks are kept very busy straightening the goods, on the counters and waiting on the customers. The walks are crowded with hurrying shoppers, going from one shop to the other, They are loaded with bundles, which sometimes drop and cause a lot of trouble on the crowded walk. Christmas time is the busiest time of the year in the shops. CHRISTMAS IN GERMANY X Many days before Christmas, Mother had been preparing food for the great Christmas festival. The K German people always have a big Yeast of cakes and puddings and have been very good. They believe that Santa Claus, or Saint Nicholas, *' as he is sometimes called in Ger many, takes the names of all good children; and those who are not good are punished. The Christmas room is peauti- fully decorated. The tree is covered with candy, gold-covered nuts, and other decorations. On top of the tree is the Christmas angel. Under the tree is the cradle, and in it lies the Christ child. On the floor are little top sheep, cows, oxen, and even toy shepherds. Finally comes Christmas Eve. The children rush into the room. They look in astanishment at the beautiful tree. Then there is a mad rush for the tree, and the presents are taken from it. The children have bought presents for the par- ents and in turn they have received many gifts. After the excitement is over, they all sing Christmas carols. Present ly they hear voices out under the ^window. They all run to the win- / dow and look out. There, on the * j snow-covered ground, stand the > Christmas Carols. They go around through the villages and sing beautiful Christmas Carols. As they sing beneath this window, the parents and the children join in the singing; and the happy voices ring through the village. Soon it is late and the children must go to bed, but they are up early again the next morning. The memories of Christmas last for many days. LOjWELL*S CHRISTMAS It was a bright, sunny morning in late December when our little Lowell awoke to find it Christmas morning. Lowell, who always wait ed for Santa, had fallen asleep thinking of all the presents that were due. Lowell’s first thought was to open his presents. He jumped out of bed and ran to the Christmas tree to find Santa had left no pres ents. Lowell’s poor little heart was broken. » Lowell’s thought went back to the time he lied to his mother. He thought of all the presents he might have received if he were a better boy. Lowell’s parents awoke with their shoes floating around in salt water. Lowell’s dad first thought was the presents he forgot to leave his poof son. > Mr. Parker, Lowell’s dad, had to break the sad news to Lowell. Lowell was stubborn, but his dad told him Santa wasn’t coming. Lowell went back to bed with a sad heart. Lowell awoke to find the Christmas tree loaded with the toys be had wished for. NIP Santa and his elves were vejy. busy the day' before Christmas. There were dolls’ dresses Mrs. Santa had to make; there were horses the elves had to paint; and there were wagon Santa had to put together. And Christmas was the next day. One of the elve’s name was Nip. Santa had promised Nip he could go with him on his journey around the world. Nip had never been on one of these journeys; the other elves had; so he was looking for ward to Christmas. He was as busy as any little elf could be that day. > Christmas Eve came. Santa and Nip jumped in the sleigh. Two of the little elves < brought Santa’s big bag and put it in the sleigh, In a few seconds they were off. Soon they lit on the roof of a jmall, weejiouse. The chimney was . _ __ _______ __ __ __ ( stead of Santa. I Nip soon found himself in a , small, neat, but shabby room. Three small, patched stockings hung beside the fire place. Nip fill- ed them so full that he was afraid they’d fall. , There were many houses he slid down the chimneys, with Santa, and filled stockings. 4 Just before dawn -was breaking at the North Pole, Santa and Nip arrived. They were very tired, but yet happy. CHRISTMAS IN CENTRAL CANADA In Canada people usually do not celebrate Thanksgiving as they do here, but greatly celebrate Christ mas. The first things the children notice are the large train loads of Christmas trees coming from other places such as the United States) to be sold and used for Christmas. These Christmas trees usually cost from one dollar to higher prices. In the winter time there are few auto mobiles used because there is so much ice and snow that it is very dangerous to drive. So instead of delivery trucks, they use horses adn wagons. The horses all have sleigh bells on them, which make it sound more like Christmas. Christmas is celebrated there for about one week. They have Christ mas for seven days straight just as they do not day here, (as Christ mas Day). They have card-parties, dances, ice-skating parties, and lots of sleigh riding. In Days of Old When Noah sailed the Ocean blue He had his troubles same as you: For days and days he drove the ark Before he found a place to park. —The Spectrum. Old Mr. Alligator: “My, what a bright lad! What are you going to be when you grow up?” Willie Alligator: “A traveling bag.” “Pve had a bald man’s luck to* day,” remarked the old hunter, as he returned after a day in the hills, “I’ve combed the woods without finding a hare.” A Short Story Willie Rose Sat on a Tack, Willie Rose. Take Two A shining example of old-fashion ed simplicity is an unpowdered nose. “Hey Boss, I’m taking a month off,” said the clerk as he tore an other sheet off the calendar. SEEN, SAID, SURMISED (Mostl/ Surmised) Believe it or not— Jean wants to know his last 4. name. “Red” is bashful. The study periods will be fuller after the six weeks’ exams, Elaine wants to be a “Bachelor” too. Monty is just a “little boy” and he believes in Santa Claus. Alice Beardsley and Bus McDon ald have left us for good, (maybe). “Red” Stites is a “sweet young thing.” Wilmer certainly enjoys frighten ing the girls. Edyth DeMoy is a little girl with curls. Artie is back in school again for a while. Santa Claus will be here soon. Mr. Gould’s geometry class isn’t so dumb. Jade Merrick.is -a good orchestra director. We Wonder: What happened to Ruth Snyder’s music box? If Bugs and Jo are going to learn to dance? If Eldyth Snyder is really a “spit fire?” Why Malva was called to the of fice Monday? Why Dobs is back in biology? If Lowell really got that black eye playing ball? If Vivian’s Marvel is tall, dark, and handsome? How many Jameses there, are in school? Why Miss Horton’s Spanish 1 class is so bright? Where Bob W. gets his perfume ? Where “Red’? learned to dance ? If Elizabeth ife nicknamed Lizzie, Both, or Eliza?! Why Bob C. |is such a stranger to “a certain ;rty?” If Lucky ateftoo much turkey? If Clarence will ever learn not to talk in English^ Where we wfil be 50 years from now according io the English VII class? apman w 1 say when he see^ Stanley’s report card? Who Miss i Edgerton’s “Style Models” áre? If Clara M. and Clarence R. still make a good couple? CHRISTMAS EVE I Icy streets, falling snow, bright lights. People, Haden with many packages L__ _ ' hurrying along the street—more people—more people loiterers looking into elaborately- decorated shops.) Charity workers standing in doorways and street ocrners soliciting the help of the benevolent. Cars, delivery trucks, horns, traffic signals, and squealing brakes. Christmas tree venders try* ing to sell their remaining trees and mistletoe ¿nd holly. Great stores crowded ¡with busy people intent upon purchasing last-minute details. Counters piled high with all sorts of gifts useful and useless alike. Clerks weary of the last min ute rush, trying to satisfy a very dubious but particular customer. Fast-diminishing stocks of toys and playthings for children. Broken and shop-worn merchandise caused by too much handling by enthus iastic shopping. A drooping and dis heveled (and soon to be forgotten) Santa Claus who during the preced ing weeks has made vain promises to many trusting and affectionate youngsters who believed that they would receive everything for which they asked. The spirit of the season pervades over all—rich and poor,—fortunate and unfortunate. No one can re main sad, for this is Christmas, the time for merriment and festivity. Bashful Frosh—I want a present for a young lady. Salesman—Sisteir or fiancee? Frosh— er-she 'hasn’t said which she would be yet.! Mrs. Riley (to lazy son): “Why are you always lfing about the house ?” wer did. I don’t Clarence: “I nai think much of thel old shack, but I never said so.” 1) JIM’S CHRISTMAS < J Once there was a boy and girl who lived in a very small and dirty flat in the slums of a large city. They were extremely poor and had nothing to eat at times but dry bread crusts. Jim was the boy’s name and his sister’s name was Mary. They knew they would have on Christmas that year because their father and mother had no work at that time. Mary was sick in bed, and had been for several months. Jim had been invited to a Christmas entertainment, but he was very sad because his little sis- ter could not go. He listened to the program very quietly, and afterwards the presents were given. When his name was called he went up to the tree. A kind old, man representing Santa Claus asked him what one thing he would like on the tree. Very quickly his bright eyes caught sight of a pretty doll and a red engine. The doll he want ed for his sister, the engine for himself; but he thought how much his. sister would like that doll. He finally asked for the doll. The doll was quickly given him and he hur ried to his seat. All the boys imme diately began to laugh and jeer him for choosing the doll, for they did not know why he wanted it. He paid no attention and slowly walk ed home, his small heart leaping at eyery step. When he arrived home, he ran up the shaking stairs to his sister’s room. He thrust the pack age into her arms. She was very glad that he had brought it for her because now she would have some thing to play with. Suddenly, a loud knock was heard at the door. Jim ran to see who it could be, and there was the kind old man he had just seen at the program; and in his arms he held the prettiest red engine Jim had ever seen. “This,” said the man' ‘is an en gine for you. You were very thoughtful to think of your sister instead of yourself.” Jim: almost leaped for joy, and the old man left. This was the happiest Christ- ^mas^jim^^ndj^ A LETTER TO SANTA ' It hardly seems possible that the six weeks’ tests are past! Doesn’t time fly though! Just a few days and Christmas will be here. There are so many things I’d like, and they’re all so expensive that they would bankrupt Ford. Here is a copy of a letter I have already sent, and is on its way to Santa Claus. West Linn, Oregon December 4, 1929. Dear Santa: I know I should have sent my order in long ago, but I just haven’t had time. However, I hope it’s not too late. Here it is: Typewriter (portable soundless) Roadster ( a long, low, red one). New wardrobe, A trip abroad. All “A’s”. A fur coat. A diamond ring (?) A formal dress. Pearl necklace. A good-sized yacht to cruise around in during the winter. A trotter and a jumped horse, A lovely new bedroom suite. A French maid. A hundred good new books. A pair of black velvet mules, with orchid feathers. A saxophone, A trip to Patagonia. A trip to Alaska. A trip around the world. A new dress the day. Two or three steamer trunks, I can’t think of any more just now, Santa, except please give me some good looks and a handsome boy friend. Lovingly yours, Student. R. Herndon—Why is it Dobs al- ways has a cold? D. Holland—Somebody told him that whisky was good for a cold. Dennis H.—“The girl you picleed- up at the dance the other night was from Ireland; wasn’t she?”«j^ Lucky R.—“No, from Iceland.’X A FESTIVE CHRISTMAS ‘“Twas the night before Christ mas, and all through’the house. . .” What fond memories of anticipat ed joy this calls to the minds of most people—young and old. Yet in the home of Jack Messing er, aged 9, this time honored jingle brought a feeling of sadness, for Christmas was just another day in his home.- < f • There was no Christmas tree— no gay lights or the usual festivi ties incidental to the giving or re ceiving Of giftS. ’ : For Jack’s father was dead, and Jack’s mother was finding the path way of life very thorny, indeed. There was the constant struggle to make her slender earnings stretch over the cost of barest necessities—shoes for little Millie, a coat for Tom, a dress for Mary, and new underthings for that gurg ling little Benny who brought so much happiness to them all, but who grew so unreasonably fast. Jack, the eldest of the brood, felt keenly a man’s responsibility, but his eager mind could find no way to bring a hint of Christmas into their meager home. No! There jtfst would be no Christmas this year, or any other year until he became old enough to get a job and help out with the family funds. | In the midst of Jack’s sorry re flections there came a knock at the door. Jack hurried to open it, but his heart was heavy. Two girls and a boy stood with out, each with arms full of bundles. “Merry Christmas,” they chanted in unison. Jack • stood still, wondering whether or not they were mocking him. “We just brought you a few things that we thought you might like,” the visitors explained, with a trace of embarrassment as they offered the bundles. Then they went away, leaving a rather startled group behind them. Jack stood for a mom ent,/staring wrapping them. \ ( There was a warm sweater— slightly worn, it is true, but just the right size for young Tom. Next came a bundle of clothing that was just what baby Benny required. On and on they went through the bundles, finding in each parcel something that would help im measurably. Then they came to a lumpy bun dle that seemed most mysterious. Christmas, indeed, for here were toys that each child in the family coLid enjoy. And there was a pair of warm woolen hose for mother. Food came to view in still an other bundle. Not a turkey or mince pie, to be sure, but it meant a festive Christmas dinner for the Massinger family, just the same. $ $ $ * This is just a yarn, but it might be true, for there are many, many needy families in our midst—a fact that came to light recently when1 West Linn students took Thanks giving baskets to many who could not otherwise have enjoyed the har vest holiday. We all derived pleasure out of our part in the distribution of these baskets. Let’s get together and make Christmas a real one for those upon whom misfortune has settled in so stern a manner. Father—“Young lady, do you mean to tell me you’ve been carry ing that money around in your stocking?” Audrey—“Why daddy, you told me to put it where it would draw interest, didn’t you?” Compliments of West Linn Cafeteria Mrs. Wilfred W. Davis, Manager