THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL; PORTLAND, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 15,' 1908.
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PORTLAND SCH
CHILD'S FANCY
C3EATES STORY
, Pretty Fairy' Tale Grows
From Taste, for Jmag
inative Stories.
tetTBir TO TIB KOOV.
By Dorothy Jeffrey, Portsmouth, Sev
enth A. t
CHAPTER I GETTING READY.
I had been wishing that I might take
trip to the moon and see how It 1
inhabited. '
. One night as I lay asleep In bed,
about 12 o'clock, I was awakened by a
gentle touch. ,
1 eat up and. beholdt there stood a
beautiful little fairy by the aide of my
bed. She waa about five . lnchea high
and was dressed In raiments of pure
white trimmed in gold. Her beautiful
long, golden hair was hanging In curls.
Her sandals were made of soft white
silk. . ' .
Her voice was low and sweet as she
poke, "I am a moon fairy," she said,
"my name la Fairy Rosebud and I have
come to see if you would like to take
a trip to the moon with me." 1 told
her I would be delighted to go, and
asked when I should get ready. "Right
away," she said, "and take nothing with
you except what you wear." I was
ready In a short time, then the fairy
led mo downstairs and outside the yard,
where stood the most beautiful chariot
with wings on each side, drawn by two
cunning little black horses who also bad
wings on their feet.
The fairy then made me so I was only
about four Inches high. Then we both
got Into tho chariot and flew straight
up Into the air.
CHAPTER II ON MY WAY.
On our way we saw many wonderful
sights. The stars, which looked so tiny
from the earth below, grew more bril
liant and large as we approached them.
We went on a circuitous route and
passed the planet Mars, the Three Bears
and many other stars. We were quite
thirsty by that time and went to the
dipper tn get a drink for ourselves and
water the horses. Then we went -ojl
It was noo.i by this time. We passed
wo.-ldp after worlds then we came to
rh voftlky way. the most beautiful drive
in the sky. IJ was now 12 o'clock the
next night.
We went on and on until 6 o'clock the
next morning. "You must know," said
Fairy Rosebud, "that up In the moon
they have day while you are having
night, so 'twill be night when we get
there." J was glad to hear this, for 1
was very tired after my long trip, al
though It had been a very delightful
one.' The fairy and myself had many
a pleasant conversation on the way. It
took us two days to get there, and I
was getting very sleepy. ,
CHAPTER III MY ARRIVAL.
"Here we are," said -Fairy Rosebud,
"now get out and be very quiet." "1
am one of the queen's attendants and
aa It Is night I will take you to my
room, where you may Vest all night,
and In the morning I win introduce you
to the queen.
f CHAPTER IV WHAT I SAW.
' I had a fine night's rest. Rosebud
slept with me. It was now morning
and- Rosebud first changed me back to
my former sue, then she put on me a
most beautiful dress. She then led me
to the queen who thought I waa a great
guest and treated me with the utmost
kindness. I told her all about how we
lived down on. the earth and she was
very much Interested in everything.
The queen's palace was made of
glass, and everything In it was very
dainty and pretty. I soon got ac
quainted with many other little fairies
who were very friendly. The queen's
name was Luna.
The climate was very hot and dry.
Part of the moon was. very mountain
ous, but tho part where tho fairies lived
was low land. They lived in tiny glass
houses with furniture made of glass.
many things made from funny Httle
vegetables that grew in their gardens.
They looked so funny and had such
queer names I was not able to remem
ber them.
After Fairy Rosebud had showed me
how people lived there and I had staid
for a number of days, she told me we
would get in our chariot and take a
trip, to the mountainous part of the
moon where the giants lived and where
It was vefy cold.
So, the very next day, we started out.
It took us four hours to go. Fairy
Rosebud knew the king of the giants,
no we went straight to the palace the
first thing. The palace was built among
the bare mountains and was made of
rock from the quarries. The king's
name was Bug-a-Boo-BUl. He waa ex
ceedingly tall, but had a kind and good
fane. -
The houses belonging to the giants
of the surrounding neighborhood were
only large caves tn the mountains.
Bug-a-Boo-BUl wore a little red cap
on his head, a very short yellow Jacket
trimmed in green, and a pair oft tight
fitting trousers coming from his kneos
up under his arms. His trousers were
n brilliant red trimmed In lavender.
These giants the fairy told me were
very fond of bright colors. The king
had on half stockings and sandals.
He was veryglad to see me and or
dered a feast to be held 1n my honor.
After thanking the king for his kind
ness we got Into our chariot and rode
back to where Fairy Rosebud lived.
I could stay only two days longer,
so Queen Luna prepared a banquet for
the following night.
Rosebud dressed me In' a very beau
tiful dress for this grand occasion.
All the little people rode in chariots
to the palace.
We had a splendid time, and after the
banquet I received a present from each
of the little fairies. There was noth
ing I could use, for they weisiAl too
small, but I was very glad to have
them an that T mlvhf ahiw . v. An A v.
people where I lived. After It was all
over. Rosebud and I returned to our
room In the palace, where we both slept
well all night.
In the morning I was to return to my
home on the earth. I should have liked
to stay longer, but I felt I had better
go home, as my folks knew nothing of
where I was and might be worried.
CHAPTER V MY RET URN.
Rosebud and I got up early, and after
eating a farewell breakfast we started
out. She changed me to about four
Inches high again and we got Into the
chariot.
Everybody was sorry to see me leave
and I was Just as sorry to leave, be
cause every one had been sp kind and
friendly and I had had a loVely time.
It was a very Interesting trip down
to the earth. Rosebud told me all about
the stairs.
We arrived at my home at noonday.
I gat out and the fnirv rhano-oH -
back to myTorrnef sise. "Blddfng'hef
good-bye went Into the house.
The DOft and the Donkey.
By - Margaret Van Pouche, Terwilliger,
mira A.
One bright summer morning a donkey
was graslng in the field. A man came
walking by with his dog. The dog saw
w.w uuimcr net lar away ana ran up to
nln and bit him on the leg.
The donkey seized the dog and shook
him. Then the donkey walked slowly
along the bank of the rlyer until he
found a deep place. Thert ha dropped
the dog in the water.
vrnon ine ang came crawnng Up ith
bank, all dripping wet, he did not even
stop to shake hli. coat, but ran hack to
,1 d not think the dog , will bother
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O0LCHILD
My Trip Through ttc
"' ' Desert '
My Trip Thrngh the Desert. '
By Mabel Wheeler, llvStavllla, Sixth B.
The caravan that was going to travel
through the desert stopped at the little
cltjr where I was staying. I wanted
very much to see the desert, so I de
cided to Join this party. ,
We filled our water bottles at the
well near the gates of the city. Every
one was provided with a camel ' and
food enough for the Journey. At last
we were ready to start
We traveled all day in the hot sun.
I thought I had never seen such hot
days, but the people with whom I was
traveling said that the next day would
be hotter still. So I tried not to com
plain. The day was- so hot I was al
most sorry I had - come, but I could
not turn back then.
The night was coming on. We
pitched our tents and built a fire. Our
uppers were soon ready. We ate
heartily and then lay down and Went
to sleep. -
The nights are very cool In the desert.
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"A Rose Study" Drawn by
Franklin Patterson of MontavIIla.
Eighth A, an eaBtevn ' Oregon boy
who has had only a few months'
schooling.
but we were so tired that we were
glad to get a place to rest.
The morning Boon dawned. We arose
early, ate our breakfast, fed our camels,
and were soon on our way.
Toward noon the sky became overcast
with clouds. The hot sand was whirl
ing In every direction. We knew at
once that It was one of the dreaded
sand storms of the desert. iVe lay
down on the sand and put our faces in
"A Still Life Study" By Edward
dampened cloths, so that we could
breathe.
The hot sand felt like burning coals.
At last the storm was over, and we
started on again.
We traveled on for three days. Our
water bottles were empty, and we were
Very thirsty. Near the evening of the
third day we came to an oaslB. We
drank, and filled our water bottles
again. When we had rested, we started
or. With nothing else of interest hap-
fenlng we got out of the desert. I
nought then that I should be very glad
to return to my home In Oregon.
School Recital.
The program for the Hawthorne
school musical recital at Ellers recital
hall' next Tuesday afternoon at 4 O'clock
will be as follows:
Chorus. "The Dream Shin." Sixth and
Fifth grade boys and girls; ear train
ing. Fourth graie hoys and Klrls; vocal
duet, Vlasta Kelakar and Helen Klekar;
"This Little Pig Went to Market"
By Albert Braunsteln, Portsmouth,
Third A.
chorus, "The Shoemaker," First grade
children; sight reading. 'Third grade
Children; piano solo, "Beautiful Star
of Heaven." Ruby Starr; solo and
chorus, "Tho Rose Song," Lucile Me
Corkle and Third grade children; vocal
solo. "The Pussy - Willow," Elwood
Wiles: duet oiano Marean You nr. vtnlln
Edith Barton; vocal solo, "Mlghtv Lak"
a Rose Galatea Humphreys; two-part
song, -me mood ana - Her linuarei
seventh grade boys ana girls.
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MONfAVILLA, PORTSMOUTH AND PENINSULA SCHOOLS
Highest Grades
Fdr Second Montk
The names of the pupils receiving
the, highest scholarship, in the primary
grades the first, second and third
grades; the intermediate fourth, fifth
and sixth grades; upper grammar
grades seventh eighth and .ninth
?rades. for the second month, are aa
ollows:
Alnsworth school: '
Primary Lillian Horn.
Intermediate Margaret Holden.
Upper grammar Cora Haws, Conci
Aoooci, Edith Eschlchet, Margin Cerec
suL Hawthorne ' school: -
Primary Holt Bern!
Intermediate Harry Snyder,
Upper grammar Lucile Baumer.
North Central:
Primary Louise Ingman.
Intermediate Robert Montague.
Upper grammar Edgar' Hellman.
Failing school:
Primary Sophia Krlseh.
Intermediate Bam Wernateln.
Upper grammar Sophia Henderson.
Sell wood:
No primary given.'
Intermediate Mary Balcon, Bernlce
Johnson.
Upper grammar Effle Jordan. , i
ismii 1 1 1 m' i n ii
"A Snow Scene" By Leo C.
Holladay:
Primary Winifred Chambreau, Nellie
Hegarrtt.
Intermediate Edmund Sweeney.
Upper grammar Beatrice Fill.
Thompson:
Primary Berton Nelson.
Intermediate Lettle Lang.
Upper grammar Genevieve Panaman.
Davis school:
Primary Lloyd Eckhardt
IntermedlateV-Preston Holt
Upper grammar Lloyd Hayman,
Henry Helgesson.
Brooklyn school:
Primary Grady Epps.
Intermodiate Imogene Seton.
Upper grammar Augusta Kautz.
Sunnyslde: .
Pritrary Alice Slngletary.
Intermediate No name given.
Mitchel, Portsmouth, Ninth A.
Upper grammar-Phtla McDuffee,
Olive Nlsley.
As tho other schools have not been
heard from, no report from them can
be given for this month.
An Odd Experience.
By Lona Palmer, Portsmouth, Ninth A.
We were visiting at a friend's ranch,
which was at the head of a bay. The
house was large and was situated on a
high hill, wMch was once covered with
the forests. Back of the house the hill
sloped into a ravine which In some
places was a tangle of underbrush, wild
vines and fallen logs. In the ravine
was a beaten path, which had been an
old bear trail. We were going down a
ravine at the side of the house and
were walking over mossy logs which
had fallen acrosli a gulch. When we
were almost to the big ravine we heard
fallen twigs cracking and snapping, as
If some one were walkings around In
the underbrush. We at first thought It
was a bear and we hurried up the gulch
to the house and didn't stop much to
cross logs. When we went Into the
house the folks laughed. In about five
minutes the hoy came In taughlng. I
guess he wanted to see what we would
do if we saw a real bear. Anyway, he
found that we wouldn't find out what It
was before we started to run . to the
house. It might not have turned out
so well If It had been a real bear.
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By Geneva Carson, Peninsula, Seventh A.
A tortolseshell cat was lying under. a
cedar hedge, purring and blinking In
the sun. She was very wet and drag
gled. Pretty soon there came along a kitten.
It was. wet and draggled too. The cat
looked ' at it and ' saw that it was a
tortolseshell kitten. It was very nice
and warm there in the hedge and so she
said: "Come and lie down in the sun,"
and- the kitten went "
"What are you doing?" asked the
oat.
"Tramping," replied the kitten.
"I am going to try and end my days
In that house, aald the old cat, looking
toward a large white house. "They
have fish ' quite often and the cook is
careless. You may as well come also.
Two is better than one. You are merry
and frisky and can make yourself agree
able. I will settle the rest" So the
kitten ran into the house as the door
waa onened. It played and ran about
and the people all said, "Oh, what a
dear little kitten. What shall we do
with itr
"We must keep It," said one.
Prettv soon the old cat came In. She
dragged one foot after the other and the
people tnougnt sne was tame.
"Oh, poor old cat! we must keep her,"
they cried. Every one thought that
Stein, MontavHla, Sixth A.
they were mother and daughter. One
day the lady of the house said: "We
will have to get rid of one of those cats.
The cook Is very careless "-and gives
them everything they want."
"Why not get rid of the Wok7" asked
her husband, for he liked the cats.
But his wife did not like this plan.
The cat and kitten were lying on the
floor and heard it all.
"What are you going to do?" asked
the cat.
"I am going tramping again," said
the kitten, "the leaves are falling now
and It will be fun scampering among
them."
The kitten went away and the old
cat stayed. She caught two mice a
week and ended her days in that house.
A Story Retold
By Edna Dillon. Peninsula, Eighth B.
Some boys and girls think that the
old Greek and Norse legends are the
only pretty ones. They overlook the
strange Indian myths of our own
country.
One which seems especially Interest
ing is the legend of Peboan and Se
gurn or Winter and Summer.
The wind roared through the forest
trees and blew the snow In great drifts
around a lodge by a frozen river. In
the hut sat an old man shivering by his
dying fire. Suddenly a young man car
rying some flowers stepped into the
hut and sat down by the old man.
Each told of his adventures. The
old man said that when he breathed the
river became hard, the flowers died and
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A Child's First Effort Merle Davis,
Portsmouth, First B.
the birds flew away. The young man
ald that when he breathed the flowers
bloomed, the birds sang and every one
was happy.
They talked all through the night till
the sun rose, the air grew balmy., the
birds sang and the wind blew fresh
spring odors through the open door
way. Then Peboan, with tears flowing
from his eyes shrank till he vanished
from sight but on the hearth bloomed a
filnk-rlmmed flower, the mlskodeed, ear
lest of all spring blossoms.
Autumn.
By Iola Rless. MontavIIla. Seventh li.
The autumn days are coming.
The leaves are falling down:
The trees of red and yellow
Will soon be bleak and brown.
The nights are cold and frosty,
Jack Frost will soon be here
And with his tiny brush and pall
Paint all things far and near.
The little birds have all flown south,
The squirrels frisk to and fro;
Carrying nuts to their snug little
homes
When the north winds briskly blow.
Then hurrah! for hold old winter.
For the time that will soon be here;
For the snowballing and coasting
That the children love so dear.
Janey, Josey and Joe
By Theodore Kllngeporn, Peninsula,
Third A.
Janey Is the happiest little girl you
ever saw. Josey and Joe were not so
happy as Janey. Can you ,tety me why?
I will tell you. Just because every
body loved Janey.
She could run as fast as a little deer.
She always would run up to the mul-
Janey, Josey and Joe" By Theo
dore Klingsporn, Peninsula, Third
A.
berry bush to show everybody how fast
she could run. Then all the people
clapped their hands and said, "Oh! Oh!
How fast Janey can run."
Josey would sit on one gatepost and
Joe on the other and they would clap
their hands, too. That Is the lust of
the story.
The Marks on the Door
By Raymond Cage, MontavIIla, Eighth A.
It was the latter part of the summer
and mamma and aunty had left my
cousin, Harvey, and me to keep house
that day. They told us that they
wouldn't be home until late, but that
we must not be afraid; at which Harvey
said he was not afraid of anything.
All went well until evening when he
went down to shut the henhouse door he
noticed some white chalk marks on the
door, and as he had read of robbers
marking the places where they Intend
ed to rob, he thought surely they had
made the marks. He returned to the
house and fastened the windows and
doors leading from the kitchen. Then
he opened h large trap door In the
kitchen floor which led to the cellar,
and blowing out the lights told me to
be quiet and hide somewhere. It seemed
aa If we had been hiding an hour when
we heard steps. They came nearer and
nearer. Then some one stepped upon
the porch, and after fumbling with the
knob slowly opened the dogr and
stepped Inside. Then mother's cheery
voice was heard asking for a light.
Harvey came from his hldlnn place and
lighted the latno and told mamma about
the marks. Mother laughed and said
phe put them there to tell the num
ber of weeks the hen had been sitting.
Hhe asked about the cellar door, and
Harvey, filled with shame, said he had
Intended pushing the robbers down
there and fastening the door. Mamma
then told Harvey ho must learn to read
signs correctly.
'At the Beach" By Zaida Ketchutn, Portsmouth, Fifth B.
How a Little Boy Helped a Big Boy.
By Margaret Nledrlnghans, Terwilliger,
Fourth A.
Once a big boy whose name was Fred
lost his ball and could not find It.
It was getting Jatteand he was about
to go home when a little boy whose
name was Lewis came by and asked
him what he lost.
"I lost my ball, and what do you want
to know for?" said Fred.-
"I thought I could help you."
answered Lewis.
"I do not think you could find It
If you hunted a whole day," said Fred.
Let me see," said Lewis. While
Lewis was hunting Fred was laughing.
But In a few minutes Lewis found- the
ball. Fred was ashamed. But since
that day they were friends, one al
ways helping the other. That is the
way the little boy helped the big bo,
An Ostrick Farm
By Gladys Willis rd, MontavIIla Sev
enth A.
I once knew a friend who visited an
ostrich farm In the Hawaiian Islands
near Diamond Head, and the story was
told as follows: Most of the ostriches
live in Africa in the southern part, but
ostriches are now raised on farms Jut
as horses and cattle are' raised In this
country. ,
It takes a great deal of care and
patience to raise ostriches In foreign
lands. The young ones live In pad
docks which are kept green and grassy
and have plenty of shade. Although In
Africa they live on the deserts, they
change their habits In the foreign
lands.
The ostrich lives In a warm climate
where there Is not too much rain.
The chicks are of a light color with
soft, shiny down. When they are two
months old they resemble the mother
bird. When three years old, they re
ceive their full plumage.
The male bird has black glossy
feathers on the body and long, white
feathws which are of the greatest
value. The neck resembles the camel's
In shape. Their feet are padded.
The ostriches defend themselves with
their sharn claws, and one blow will
dangerous wound or kill a man. They
run very swiftly on the deserts and a
hunter on a fast horse can hardly over
take them.
On a very hot day they fan them
selves with their wings. They eat cab
bage, grain, alfalfa, and other things.
Their eggs are hatched in an incubator,
'iney lay about 30 eggs in one nest,
but with the greatest care, few of these
eggs hatch.
The feathers are not of much value
until they are 18 months old. Old
ostriches are worth from $700 to 1800
apiece. Young birds, when full grown.
In good condition are worth JloO
apiece.
The young birds are kept very warm
and drv. and are fed very carefully.
When the farmer goes out to steal the
eggs he takes with him a short romea
stick, and keeps the old birds back.
They are afraid of the stick and stay
away. They get very angry when peo
ule disturb their nests.
The farmer has a kerosene stove
and lamp In the incubator. The eggs
must be kept very warm, and turned
four times a day and four times a
nieht. The eggs hatch in six weeks.
Some of the ostriches ere seven feet
tall. They are very proud acting. When
the farmer whistles they will come trot
ting out of their homes, hoping to be
fed. The mother bird listens for the
chirp of the little ones, and when It Is
hearri she strikes the egg with her
breast bone to help the chick out of
the shell. The rarmer also listens ror
the chirp and when it Is heard he takes
a long sharp Instrument to help the
Chick out of the shell. I hope we all
may be able to see and visit a large
OBtrtch farm some day.
An Expensive Hunt.
Bv Osmond Tweet, MontavIIla, Eighth B.
One nice Sunday, two other boys and
I, went out for a hunt with Our J2
rifles. We got started al right and had
been hunting a while when one of tho
boys suggested that we go over to his
farm, a short distance off. We went
over there and got some muskmelons,
then went on. We hunted around the
farm a while but got nothing.
We had been walking and roaming
around a while, when we came to a
house which stood on two crossroads.
We were getting hungry and were talk
ing about buying something to eat,
but we did not decide upon It.
We walked on and after a little we
saw some little chickens through
fence, and just for sport we took a
shot at them and the feathers flew
from two of them. We had been
walking but a few minutes when we
looked back and saw a buggy coming.
We ran Into the woods and a man
from the buggy pursued us. After a
little hunter sang out. "Stop or I'll blow
your heads off. ' We thought It was
time to stop, so we stopped and the
man from the buggy came up and
asked us all about the chickens, and
who shot them. One of the boys told
him a falsehood and he let us go, and
we Bianea tor nome.
In the meantime, while we were walk
lng homeward, he found out that we
naa tola mm a ralsenood and he cut
across to the road he thought he would
take. He was not deceived, for when
we came up to where he was, he
came out to us and said: "Give me
tnose guns, and when you bring me 12
you can have them back." He took them
and drove away. Wo started again for
nome, planning to no tnings- to mm on
halloween night The next Sunday one
or me otner Doys ana l went to htm
with 2 and got our guns back. We
never trjyl a trick like that again.
The Oregon Fir.
By Mabel Ryder, MontavIIla, Eighth B.
"Of all the furs found tn the northwest.
The Oregon nr Is the very best"
" The Oregon flr t-a-magnificent ever
green tree, growing often from 7 to 12
feet In diameter, 150 to 200 feet in
height, and frequently containing from
SO to 75 cords of wood.
From some of these old monarchs of
the forest some of the largest and
strongest timber Is exported to all parts
of the world.
The lumbermen often llnd, tn the for
est trees which, will make timber 100
feet tn length. It to 14 inches square
and wlthoua Haw. -
T"he' Oregon fir, being a perfect "and
siustantlal wood, Is used as masts ' In
some of the finest ships afloat Its
lumber Is also used almost entirely for
building purposes In the northwest For
strength and durability it cannot be
surpassed, , ' ,a , ,
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PUPILS' f.HJIDS
Approaching1 Examinations
Chief Topic in High i .
School.
West Portland High School Note.
As examinations come this week , tho :
past week was given up almost, en
tirely to reviewing the work gone ovor
so far this semester. Everyone sits
on an anxious seat, as even the beat
of students dread the suspense and
anxiety connected with examinations.
The order for the examinations la aav.
follows: Monday, Nov. 18, in ' the
morning, science and science of com
merca, Tuesday morning. English;:
Wednesday morning, history; Wednes
day afternoon, Latin and shorthand. In
the afternoon, German; Friday morn
ing, mathematics.
Owing to the big game played be-
tween the high school and Columbia
on Friday, the literary societies laid
aside their literary programs and held
election of officers for the last half of
the semester.
The La Logelons do not hold their
election of officers until after the mid
terms. So on Friday they laid ashie
their literary program and Just held
a business meeting.
The Adelphians nad Phllolexlans held,
their elections. The result of the
Phllolexlans election was as follows;
President, Ada May Bigger; vice-president.
Addle Bowie; treasurer, Le Conle
Jamleson; secretary, Hulda Pave: as
sistant secretary, Winifred Shawl
sergeant-at-arms, Jennie Donnell; and
editor, Keren Davis.
The result of the Arllnhln alwtlnn
was as follows: President, Ruth Paw
ley; vice-president. Jessie Young; sec
retary, Horace Miller; treasurer. John
Bankus; sergeant-at-arms, Adolf Una
editor, Glenn McCorkle.
On Friday the Commercial club com
pleted their organization. They chose
as their name "Modo Society." Their
president Is Sueenie Swanson; vice-
E resident, Willard Houston; secretary,
ena Beckett; sergeant-at-arms, Earl
Hammond. The purpose of the society ;
Is for the discussion and study of prac
tical subjects and current events. Open
meetings wll be held In room 18, the
first and third Fridays of each month.
East Portland High School . Notes:
By Edward C. Garcia. " ;
Friday the Euklmeons voted to post
pone their program Intended for tho
afternoon and adjourned to attend the
meeting of their sister society, the
Phrenodlckns, who presented a most ex
cellent program In the assembly hall.
The greater part of the student body of
the high school had gathered In the
large auditorium, when the program
opened with a finished piano solo by
Miss Claire. This member proved her
self fully deserving of the appreciative
applause which followed her first se
lection, and she further delighted her
hearers with a well-rendered encore.
The next number on the program was
an address by Rev. H. O. Shafferj who
spoke upon an interesting and profound
topic, "Social Pathology?" In his ad
dress Rev. Mr. Shaffer clearly proved
that the subject Is destined to command
and receive wide recognition and deep
thought Frau Bekker of the faculty
sang several German masterpieces with
delightful tone and voice. Frau Bekker's
appearance greatly added to the success
of the entertainment, for her work waa
captivating throughout. Miss Courtney,
another talented member of the society,
cleverly recited a pleasing account of
a rustic female's visit to a city de
partment store She responded to the
hearty applause witn a deliverance or
Eugene Field's beautiful poem, "Tho
night wind" The program closed with
. numDer or aengntiui songs renaerea
y the Phrenodlken chorus. This num
ber also reached the high standard set
for the afternoon, and won great admi
ration for the society.
The Phrenodlkena are certainly to D
congratulated upon their splendid pro'
Kmili, lur it let naic ansflriiun iuki im :
high standard "they set is destined to b
seldom attained to by the school organi
sations of Portland., -v.;
Tke Boya Lesson
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By Dorothy Pierce, North Central,
Second B. s'
A poor, little, harmless, helpless toad
Lay taxing his morning nap in the roaa;
Peter came with a shout and a run.
John Declared they'd have such fun. .
Peter said, "Lets stone the toad -to
death.
John said the same, all in one breath, v
A poor, old donkey came, with his head -
down, i
Bringing the load from a far-off town.
He saw the poor, little, harmless toad
Taking his morning nap In the road. -Then
with his warm nose gave him at
dump;
The frog awakened and went away with
a jump.
Then Peter said, "We can't kill thai
toad, '
And that donkev has too bla a load."
John said, "Welrhelp the donkey up th
hill." ?
And the two boys did it with will. '.
So up the hill the wheel did go.
And none of the boys ever aald "No. ,
And down they came with a run,
And said they never had such fun. ' ,
Autumn" Lucy Martin's Idea ot
the Fail. Monta.vlHa, Second B.
MontavIIla School Musical Recital.
The program given Thursday by the
MontavIIla school, at Kllers hall, w
as follows: Chorus, "Autumn Lcnven
Second arade boys and clrl: Kar It.
lng, Fourth grade boya and girls; fc. - t
Reading, Third grade boys ant p .
piano duet "To Arms," Or. 1
Florence Blted; ' chorus, 'i.y 1 ! "
First grade children-, vocnl ,,io, "j . .
dy," liessle Yarnali; -tui t.srt
Sixth' and Seventh, grade ri i ifm- ,
worth children- trio; eh,r
Song," First grndn !-. ' ; n
and piano, firamin." ...,, -i . . '
chorus, "The Mo.m 4,1 , , .f ,i ,
Seventh grade girls, w . i -GregK..
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