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THE AMPLIFIER
Amplifier
Published semi-monthly by the students of the Journalism class
of West Linn High School
STAFF
Editor in Chief......... -------------------------- ....................Hank Quade
Manager^.......-------------------------------- ...„pl Beverly Buchholz
Assistant Manager.......------------------ ..-- --- ......__ .Walt Burgess
News Editor................ ....................... ....... Kay Johnson
Feature Editor...^—------- ------------ ---------- Dorothy Habel
Girls Sports .£................. ..... ..................................Wanda Simpson
Exchange Editor.........:....^..^...,....^.....^........... Mary Schlickheiser
Reporters....^..-,............. Etta Payne, Leola Borland, Helen Stagel,
Bob Robinson, Dick Allen, Wesley Stauffer, Jeanne Em
mons, Bev Hoffer, Louise Jent, Lewis Sherer, Bob Hooff.
Advisor: Ethel McRae
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TO THE EDITOR:
Don’t tell me our good old West Linn high has finally
awakened after lying dormant so long? I am speaking of
the new Star Dust club formed by combining the ideas of a
dance planned by Miss White and a farewell party for the
graduating seniors planned by the Journalism class.
If you students who have been griping all year really want
activities now is your chance to prove it. All you have to do
is come Thursday night after the game and enjoy the fun. If
this party is not a success it will probably be the last one for
the year because the whole faculty is behind the idea and all
we need is the students’ support.
W. L. WAKES UP
A large question has arisen in the minds of quite a few
boys in this school. The question is: Does any girl wish to
go steady or are they all just flirts? Some girls have boy
friends that are overseas or stationed far away in the United
States. The boys in school take the girl out a couple of times
and then he gets lured into “going steady.” They go steady
for a couple of months and then the former boy friend comes
home on leave. After the boy friend leaves they are back
together again. Consequently the boy gets lured, again. Now
the question is: is the boy from school just used as a crutch
until the girl’s soldier or sailor comes home?
Some girls please answer tills.
TO THE EDITOR:
Every day one reads of office buildings, school, ware»
house, and homes being destroyed by fire. What is to pre
vent this scourge from hitting our school? Are we immune
from all danger of fire? Of course not, you say. Yet this
school does have that complacent attitude as witnessed by
our lack of fire drills. We have had just one such drill this
year. In it many hoses were un-manned and several doors
were not watched. If a real fire had broken out, the differ
ence of those few hoses might have saved the school, and
those unwatched doors cost many lives. Our school is unpre
pared to combat a fire of any proportions. It is up to the stu
dents to prepare us for any emergency, not only for the school
property involved, but for the natural idea of self-preser
vation.
Yours truly,
BOB ROBINSON.
To the Editor
. “Out of my way, kids! I’m going to get a stool, I hope.”
This may be heard in the hall every noon approximately 20
seconds after the noon bell rings and, of course, at least one
person is bowled over on the way down the hall. Maybe
after all this trouble he doesn’t even get a stool, so on top of
all he’s done he has to sit on the table. People think his man
ners must have been left in the cradle, but is it his fault?
To the Editor:
Was it just three months ago that we elected our Pep
Club. Just that short a time since they made their colorful
debut?
It doesn’t seem that an organization begun with such a
definite purpose could so easily become inactive.
We realize the individual inembers are as enthusiastic
as ever, but the purpose of the Club is to present a mass
cheering section.
Sincerely,
*
—A Student.
At last the students have been given their long hoped for
activity period. For once there need be no more groans and
laments that there isn’t time to get together to form a pro
gram. No longer will the excuse be that “they wouldn’t let
us out of class,” for any bona fide committee can hold a
meeting, if they let the office know before school on Monday.
Today, the full responsibility for activities lies on the stu
dents’ shoulders. It is up to them to make or break their new
opportunity.
—Bob Robinson.
Thursday, January 20, 1944
Class Phophecy
DEAR MARILYN:
I understand that you have
Just returned from Sputh Amer
ica. I still can’t realize you are
the famed Entomologist Rust.
Did you find that rare species
of insect you were hunting for?
The last time I saw you we
were talking over old times,
wondering what had become of
our -classmates that graduated
from old West Linn, so I decided
to look as many of them up as
possible on my vacation. Locat
ing some of them was quite a
problem, but I hired the John
Stone detective agency to help
me out, with grand results.
Isabel Vinson was the most
difficult to track down, but we
finally located her as a tourist
guide in the? Swiss Alps. She of
fered us cut rates if we ever
cared to take a climb. She said
she had received her inspiration
for her work, riding up and down
the tram with Bill’ Larson, who
operates the said tram to the
top of Mount Hood.
We were able o locate several
in New York. As you know Walt
Logsdon writes the advise to the
Love Lorn column in the large
New York papers, but did you
also know Art Huebner conduct
ed the sightseeing bus through
China town?
It was by the sheerest of luck
that we found one of the others.
It was as we were walking down
Broadway, we looked in a res
taurant window and there stood
Wayne Robertson turning flap
jacks. We went in and invited
him to go to the opera with us
to hear Lee Hprnshuh in the
lead role of the Desert Song, put
Wayne preferred to go to rhe
Madison Square Gardens J^ysee
Gloria Eisele the worlck'"^ '
tight rope walker.
Of course while J
re in
New York westa*^ i’ih^hoTer
managed by Pat I 1Innan, but
imagin our surprisopto have the
bell hop who carried up our bags
to turn out to be Cecil Johnson.
On my way bajk home I stop
ped near Reno. Nevada and vis
ited Darrell Thompson’s DU de
ranch and taking a much needed
rest there fronfj the heavy work
in Hollywood fjvas Bud Larson
the great dress jdesginer and Al-
bert Cissmanlance director of
the follies.
1
On my way Lack to Portland
I stopped in* san Francisco to
hear Charles Marshall, who is a
news comenta^pr now, living
there. In his evening broadcast
he told of4 the plans for the first
around the .world non stop trip
in a one man submarine to be
made by Bob Hooff and sponsor
ed by Hank Quade, president of
the submarine company. I feel
sorry tor Bob’s wife (who was
Claudia Isham ) who must stay
home and operate the streetcar
between Oregon City and Port
land for him while he is gone.
I guess I have told you of
everyone of our« old classmates,
Oh no — there’is Chuck Marx,
who I guess I neglected to tell
you, is piloting; the plane be
tween Seattle and Alaska. I will
be seeing him in a few days as
I must fly back to my hot dog
stand on the Alcan Highway as
the tourist trade is terrific.
Do drop in and see me before
you leave the States again, and
write soon.
As ever,
Norrene
Support the
4TH WAR LOAN
BUY BONDS
Class Will
Of 1944
Question of the week: What do
you think of girls wearing slacks
to school?
The fad of the women wearing
the pants in our school can be
compared to hiking up a moun
tain in high heels. It is not that
it can’t be done, it’s just that it
is silly and impracical. But here
are the opinions, so judge for
yourself.
Dorothy Habel: “It all depends
on the gal. Personally, I can’t
wear ’em.”
Leonard Rothe: “It doesn’t
make any difference .to me.”
Chuck Marx: “I thinK.it maizes
them too wide around tjip^. .”
Pat Smith: “i like them.”
Bob Bailey: “I’d hate to wear
a skirt.”
Mr. Main: “From a personal
point of view, I Would rather
never see a girl in slacks, but
from a ‘progress of education’
standpoint, it makes little dif
ference.”
Walt Burgess: “On boys they
are all right.”
Mr. Shearer.: “I don’t like them.
I think the girls should try to
look like ladies, even if some of
them aren’t.”
Jeanne Emmons: “I like them
on cold days, but that’s all.”
Naideen Zaniker: “Just be
cause there is a shortage of men,
a girl doesn’t have to go around
looking like one to make up
for it.”
George Lipp: “If they would
wear ,shorts, fine with mej but
slacks, NO.
As you can see, an overwhelm
ing majority of the students
don’t approve, so draw your own
conclusions, girls.
Senior Bid
Farewell
Completed—-twelve years of
school. Yes, the graduating sen
iors have passed through 12
years of their life that can never
be recalled.
And just what does a person
get out of twelve years of school?
In grammar school a person is
taken out of the illiterate class
when he learns to read, write
and do elementary arithmetic.
This process takes eight years.
After grammar school comes
high school, which lasts only
half as long as grammar school,
but is ten times more important
in its results.
Upon entering high school as
a freshman a student is barely
out of t he ignorant class despite
the fact that his grammar school
education has given him the
background he needs to go on.
After a person has been in high
school a while he begins to ex
pand in all sorts of knowledge.
It is in high school that a person
decides what he wants to make
his career; it is in high school
that a person determines his suc
cess or failure ip later life. Walk
ing hand in hand with the
knowledge high school offers go
memories. Memories of class
mates, teachers, rallies and
sports events which will serve a
person many a laugh, sigh, or
tear throughout good times and
bad.
Today our country, the country
that offers twelve years of free,
uncorrupt education to Anyone,
is fighting a war to judge
whether its education or the ene
mies’ will prevail. It is the job
of the seniors graduating from
West Linn this term to see that
their education prevails and they
will do the job better for hav
ing completed twelve years of
school the American way.
We, the January graduating
class of 1944, being in sight of
our diplomas, still in our right
minds, do declare this our last
will and testament, dividing our
great abundance of hidden as
sets among our esteemed facili
ty and the poor and feeble mind
ed students who still attend this
said institution:
To the June class: We leave
our regputation for them to live
down.
To the junior girls: The hope
that, the army, the navy and the
marines will leave enough fresh
man boys to go around.
To the junior boys: The sin
cere hope that 'you will receive
your sheepskins before you move
into the foxholes.
Wayne Robertson leaves his
knock-knees to Guy Foreman.
Norene Peterson leaves her
sailor boy friends to the sopho
more girls.
Chuck Marshall leaves his lit
tle brother, “Harman can do no
harm” Marshall for the girls to
fight over.
Al Cissman leaves his hull-k
to shilbuilder Henry Kaiser.
Art Huebner leaves to the foot
ball team ’of 44 his little inspira
tion from 143.
Walt Logsdon leaves his list of
phone numbers to anyone ambi
tious enough to copy them.
Bill Larson leaves the worries
of a student body president to
Bob Branding.
Johnny Stone wills his copy of
“How to Win Friends and Influ
ence People” to King John I.
Bud Larson leaves his abun
dant hair to C. O. Main,
Marilyn Rust leaves hei^quiet,
unassuming ways to Bob Wieve-
siek.
Chuck Marx gives all his cuts
back to Mrs. Meiritz.
Pat Brennan leaves her little
sister to carry on—and how!
Gloria Eisele wills her person
ality and charming disposition to
the faculty.
Lee Hornshuh bequeaths his
collection of used razor blades to
the scrap drive.
Izzie Vinson leaves her flirting
to become a nurse.
Bob Hooff leaves his 6 feet to
Jim Zittle.
Darrel Thompson would will
Mr. Brown a ton of shotgun
shells (if he had any).
Cecil Johnson leaves his bulg
ing biceps to Tarzan.
In witness whereof, we have
set our hand this 21st day of
January, 1944.
Signed—Senior Class.
EXAMS
1.
“There ain’t no Justice,”
Says the frosh,
When speaking of exams.
“I tried so hard
And still I have
These tests upon my hands.’*;
2.
“Just like last term,”
From a soph;
“I slaved and worked my best,
But here again
I have to face
These awful six weeks tests.”
3.
The Junior sighs and
Rubs his head.
He thinks of that exam.
“If I had studied
Like I should,
I wouldn’t have to cram.”
4.
i
The senior in a
Worried mood,
Seems now to do his best.
“I should have really
Tried before
To escape these six weeks tests.’