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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.