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Page Two THE AMPLIFIER Amplifier HIT or MISS Published semi-monthly by the students of the Journalism class of West Linn High School. STAFF Editor in Chief. «— ----....^._,....Pat Erben Associate Editor. ..Hank Quade Bob Brodkorb Sports Editor..!^ Feature Editor... ... Joan Elliot .Darrell Thompson Manager ....................... ..Beverly Buchholz Assistant Manager......... ._____ Don Holden Assistant Sports Editor ....Anna Lee Smith Girl’s Sports Editor...... ....__ ?i...Bev Jioffer Feature Writer Typists ..........................................................Irene Endres, Pat Erben ADVISORS: Olah Cresap and Ed Goetzl ORIGIN OF MAY DAY May. Day, the first day of May, has for centuries been associated among Latin and Germanic peoples with religious and other festal observances and still so observed by Celtic and othér races. In Rome, May Day was associated with worship to the goddess Maia, who represented the principal cause of'fertility. This was the origin of a May Day celebra tion, and to this day, May customs survive irt May Pole dances, and the crowning of a queen of the May ¡¡I Outings to the field and forest, to return with green flowering boughs is still observed. Today organized propagandistic groups and labor obser vations set aside the first day in May for their nfëetings and demonstrations. In Germany, Russia and European coun tries May Day is observed as Labor Day. Centuries ago people added to the May Day ¡celebrations and fun by masquerading as Robin Hoods or4 similar leg endary characters. The actual basis of May Day, however, seems to have been the Roman Floralia, celebrated April 28 and instituted at Rome about 241 B. C. Also among observ ances of the Floralia are mentioned gay costqrqjes, dramatic performances and comic dances. May day queen is the most desirable and coveted honor for a senior girl to have bestowed upon her. To be selected for this envied position and to rule as queen of the celebration on May Day is the hope of all West Linn girls.' This yea/ the students have chosen a girl of rare beauty and charm to represent the school , as the m&0 outstanding Thursday, May 6,1943 Bev and Joan Have really bro ken away from the sly carrier and are turning the glamour on our wonder boy, Wayne Robert by Anthony son. The falls were pretty weren’t We hear Dehra Critchfield was they, Ralph and Naideen? pretty broken up when a. certain Lowell Bruck and Glady Byer fellow name of Don went off to going smoothly, while Rudy and war. (Don’t worry, Dehra, they Shirley are still in that giddish are like a street car, there will stage. soon be another one along.) All the boys are going nuts All the May Day girls worry over a transfer, namely Dorthey ing whether or not their dresses Brewster. (Wow, pretty, too.) will be the same. (They’re sure Tony and a car load of gals pretty, I know.) making the long jaunt to Esta By the way, Gloria Eisle is it cada. (Good going Tony.) still the fellow named Cecil? Dave Silver seen in Oswego, (Not Johnson.) making plans for May Day. (A Gloria Smith still goes to little out of the way, isn’t it West Linn occasionally. (Doesn’t Dave?h| ■ she?)^ "Terra Firma" I’m free from the chain gang now — make - up time com pleted. Doctor Rhythm—Chuck Marx. The Davis Limited—Marge. I don’t know now, but oh how I’m learnin’—Art Hubner. - I’m a savage—Red Eaden. don’t want to set the world on fire—Mr. Shearer. Big bad Bill from the badlands —Bill Larson. Angels of Mercy (?)—Faculty. I’m tootin’ my horn— Leroy Hornshuh. You go your way—Carrier. Junior Miss—Pat Brennen. Beloved friends—Dehra and Van. On the beach at Waikiki—Lay one hundred Nipponese. Someone’s rocking my cradle— ■Walt Logsdon. Pfetty little busy body—Suzie. Slap happie lassie—Louise Jent. Freckles—Irene Endres. Roughing it—Military training. Quiet, please—Assembly. Miss you—Miss Dorothy Smith. You and I — Lowell Bruck and Gladys. Down* by the friendly tavern— Curt’S place. Birmingham bus — Robertson’s wreck. Say Sarge, I wanna see Marge— Bob Austin. Sweater girl—Rosalind Enns. Strawberry junction—Some jam! Dreamy gal—Audrey Ream. Living, laughing, loving — Six- day leave with Irene and Mac. Donna—Donna Beach. Glamour boy—Ralph Matile. If I had a girl—Reuben Baisch. There’s going to be a great day May Day. I met her on Monday — Mrs. Donavan. What a' man!—Chet Tunnell. Wherever you are—Don Holden and Bob Green. " as to an occu The Saga of **694" class. Tnis girl will bear the.’title of Queen ¿Stfeanne I arid looking for Mr. Nixon. (Those I ” Wheri pation for life, Suzanne Z. says we wish that her reign Will be as successful a oile as previous letters are sure long, huh.) I she is going to be a swimmer Good old “694” rumbled out of queens have had before her. Some people are never in the i (practical, huh?). the stage depot at S. W. Taylor A new book, “Animals of the World,” by McSpadin and J. Walker, has been taken from the library, ’card and all. It hadn’t as yet, been checked out of the library. Mrs. Oswald is very anxious to have this book returned, without any questions asked. .If you know of its whereabouts Or have it, please see that it gets back to the library. To the Editor: * Our recent war bond rally went over big as most of the students know. But how have bond sales been since? The boys in the front lines are fighting every day in the week with all they have. The Second War Loan asked for by om^government is on its way to success but the remainder must come from the pockets of people like you and me. We must dig down deep and loan our government thé money we spend for “cokes,” potatoe chips, shows, etc. We’ll get it back; in ten years when it might come in handy, who knows. Think fellow students, the United States spends millions of dollars each day to fight the Axis powers and we here at home can loan our government a few cents each day to keep our freedom. Let’s all buy more war bonds and more and still more, buy until it hurts and then our children and our children’s children will be able to buy the “cokes,” etc., which we sacrifice today. Sincerely yours, A Fellow Student. What has happened to our class activities? Very few class meetings have been held lately and none seem to be on the calendar for the future. It seems as though the end of the year should bring a flurry of activity from the classes in their wind-up of the school year. Election of officers for the coming year must be taken care of before school is dismissed for the summer. These elections are more important this year than ever before be cause of the possibilities of fewer outside activities next year. This means that the classes will have to sponsor programs for the students more than in former years and that means more responsibility for the class officers. A demand from you students should result in activity in the ranks of the classes. Think the matter over carefully stu dents and act accordingly. halls, and then there is Bill Lar I We heard Gwen and Alice sold son. (What, no classes?) Ï quite a few bonds, good looks Say, Eldore, what is this we I suppose. hear about you and Claudia? M. Maine preferring a Mil What will M. W. say? waukie lad to a good husky boy Reuben, we hear is? a little en ! from West Lip. (What’s wrong, vious of a certain big fellow in . Rube, losing the old wow-em?) Oregon City. (Better get your Miss Barnes finally rounding self a pair of sandies, Rube.) up Jean Kyllo long enough to Red Zittle, the top man on the get the budget started. May Day pyramid fell down— The Home Ec. girls are mak went boom; the boys below fall ing Ditty, Bags. fast don’t they Red? ( Thanks to Bev and Joan, the The wolves ate not always 1 Bob Green will have his fresh boys, are they Gwen — Alice — ' carrots for the duration. (Nice I colorful send-off girls.) Naideen—Dorthy? Verle Day has her O.C. man The baseball team finely won a game. (Was it luck, fellows?) 1 pretty well hooded. Haven’t you Ralph Matile, the little Romeo, j Verle? Sam Nixon tanking of going is on the loose again, aren’t you into the rabbit business. Peel-ie Poo-Poo? Lee King receded orders to ré E. Booth' really seems to be trying to get his lessons for a port to the induction center May change, guess we all want to ! 13 (unlucky dc$). You will sort | of miss that Saturday nite stuff graduate Mike. You may have seen some pret i with the little cpusip, won’t you ty bright sights, but did you see Lee? the "Red" skirt Claudia had on I Herr Bob Sumner reported to the other day. (Yum-yum, and I school all decked out in his | new Hitler hair-cut. warm, too.) Pat Erben and Irene Endres I Cecil Johnson . here in the puttihg yours truly on the spot I flesh, or is it sleeping that both- by saying, “Get that column by I ers you? Thursday, or else.” (Or else we Have you been ill Jean Ma- : lony? Whsit has this fellow Bob won’t have one.) Clark Smith doesn’t recognize Smith got anyway? Hall Lindsley flirting with the color Pink, so all the slips he writes are white, keep up the : our own little Beth Wood. “Hello Ralph,” Is Joyce Mac- good work, “Rep.” What have you got that gets : Dougle’s favorite saying. m'e, huh, Bev (Burdick)? Could ! Don’t worry about the art of it be Tabu — “known the world ! dancing Bob .Wood, because if over as the perfume that seems ! they want to dance, they can to never quite leave whatever it , take a little foot tramping. (No touches!” Perhaps it’s that kitty offense Betty.), Walt and Marge still going of the woods she harbors in the basement — its smouldering strong due to the fact that charm is lasting, Oh! so lasting Margie knows one history lesson —(and we don’t mean maybe!) and Walt has to get knowledge Ralph Elligsen having his somewhere. daily round with Miss Davis 1 Darrell Thompson doing OK over who shall run the halls. I with Bonnie Baty. at 4 p. m. on the dot, and headed toward the thriving metropolis of O. C. One-half a mile from the city center, the transmission, after a few sputs, one putt, and a chug, cut out. One woman wailed—“Oh, how will I ever get home in time to get supper?” Another lady, presumably Irish, said, “Ah, the likes ’o it. An’ me with a mess ’o iren’in ta do!” (If it wasnt mentioned before, it had turned out to be a hot Saturday). People piled out of the seats, into the aisle, and onto the street. After a mere five min utes wait, good new “678” rolled up. (The bus barns were Six blocks away, and, oh, yes, the bus driver—R. L. Hawle was the name on the operator’s plate— had very efficiently run to a j^earby house and called for a relief bus while people were getting their bundles arranged). Misses B. Lou Stingis, and B. Jay Booholz were the first on the new bus wagon, followed by one of the many Jennings’ girls, a Miss Blanch somebody, and Mr. C. O. (curly) Main, who in cidentally, gallantly charged down the aisle with a broom looking for a seat. Transportation once more con tinued, after pushing “694” down a hill to the bams, and all in volved reached home and their loved ones in time for supper. —An Onlooker. Note: Any similarity to stu dents and teachers of W. L. is really a coincidence, isn’t it? “I’m just crazy to have a hus band.” “Marty me then.” “I’m not that crazy!” —Lebanon Hi-Light.
