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
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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
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( 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.”
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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.- <
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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