Anna Head School - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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V TSlpDS AND ECKS " ips and Cranks and Wanton IVUes, ISlpds and ' ecks and IVreathed Smiles. " 3Aay ' Nineteen Hundred Twenty Vol. XII The c nna Head School BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA I I To 3 Iary Elizabeth Wilson Who Hds ' ■ ' Been to Us a Constant Inspiration We The Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty T)edicate 1 hi ' ■ ' Book Frir ■sy py .i ' " tJ mM li r " ' ■ 1 j- " ' " " t ' - ,• f ■ T JM-A rai ■JMirlBA. 1 ' « ' H ' V -- - F a c u 1 1 V IMiss Mary EuzAiiicTH ' il.son - I ' riiicil ' ol Miss Helen Peckham Instructor of History Miss Louise Moore Instructor of P.nglish Miss Edna Taeer Instructor of Mathematics Miss Cornelia Porter... Instructor of Science Miss Helen Hersperher Instructor of Latin Miss Hazel Land Instructor of Latin Mademoiselle Jeanne Clave Instructor of French Miss Erna Taylor Instructor of Spanish Mrs. Lee.. Instructor of Commercial Subjects Miss Marion Downey Intermediate PepartwenI Mrs. Mary Stewart Fretz Intermediate Department Mrs. Leonide Cash Gurney Primary Department Mademoiselle Josie Lange ; Instructor of French Miss Maude Wellendorff Instructor of Piano Miss Myra PalachI ' Instructor of Piano GiULio Minetti Instructor of Violin Mademoiselle M. Bardellini Instructor of Vocal Miss Sue Chamberlin Instructor of Harmony Mrs. Jessie Goodrich Instructor of Art Mrs. Klizai!eth Mackell Instructor of Choral Miss Reisecca Breed Instructor of Athletics Miss Bertha Wilcox Instructor of Household Arts TV,, ,- Ti Honse Manaqer Miss Rath KRi.N ' E Brown {, , , ,, ,- (Instructor of Home tconomics Miss Bellk Hechtman Financial Secretary Mrs. Mary Boven House Mother Mrs. Grace Burrell Supervisor of Study Hall Rditor-iii-Chief Phyllis Clark Business Manaqcr Ruth McBriiik Art F.dilor Phyllls (iuAHAM Athletic Editor Hklhx Cakk Society Rdltor Rmiax-A Guav Calendar I ' .ditor Rovvkna Stkirly Joke Editor Aduiknm-: Lkoxauio Alumnae Editor Ramoxa SrHACHT Senior Editor Rop.kkta Holmics Junior Editor Bkth Shilling Sophomore Editor...- Lii-:f.ik Liccarf. Freshman Editor LouiSK Wilson l " l «• ' " r DITORIAL Hx " icniTORiAL, " SO Webster says, is " that pertaining to or written by an editor. " Now, since maidenly modesty prohibits indulgence in the first attack, we find by the process of elimination an editorial is merely " that " written by the editor. There is no hint as to what " that " should cover nor discuss, you notice. ' ell, perhaps it was this very indiiTerence which caused the present-day situation, for you know, surely, that the editorial now (especially in student publications) is almost completely ignored (especially by student readers). It is. therefore, with not one rosy illusion on the subject of our importance that we take pen in hand — inspired to do our duty. Ah, duty ! Unconsciously the keynote of these last few vyeeks in school is touched. A time has come for the seniors when there are moments of genuine thought and reflection. What ha e we gained — what ha e we gi en to our school days? And, then, what are we to gain — vyhat are ye to giye to the future days? Seldom do we let oursehes use that word " duty " (it sounds so unfash- ionable!). But now, in the midst of dressmakers ' appointments, class-play rehearsals, and vague plans for isits with those girls who live far away and are in such danger of slipping out of our li es — in the midst of all this bustle comes a feeling that it is our " duty " at this time to pledge oursehes in some way for this coming change in our lives. ' ell, it is our duty. It is our immediate duty to board the Twentieth Century Unlimited called Service and to tra el with the real people of today who arc trying to make the world just a little more liveable for everyone. Our oppor- tunities have been exceptional ; our aims and ideals should be exceptional, too. And so, dear readers (few, but faithful), our editorial " that " is a sincer , ' plea for a pledge to Service. [ I F i f t y -F i f t y I ' usT A MiNUi ' E, old fellow, " broke in Conway Thurston; " do you want me to prove to you that there are things to write about here at home .■ ' That one doesn ' t have to be an opium fiend to write about one? And that Paris and the Orient aren ' t the only places strange things happen? " " I didn ' t mean that, " burst out Tom West. " Of course strange things happen here in America, but in Paris or in the Orient one — " " Listen, Tommy, " interrupted Tliurston; " what do you want to bet me that from here to New York we don ' t come face to face with a story — a bully good one? " " Fifty dollars, " cried West, eagerly. " Righto, Tommy. " And the two men shook hands solemnly and started down the road toward the train. Thurston looked down at the boy by his side, an amused yet thoughtful look in his eyes. This son of his dearest friend, clever with his pen when the spirit moved him, had suddenly grown restless. He wanted to go away somewhere, to new places for new inspirations. At Thurston ' s suggestion they had ridden out to the country, the wdiile talking the whole thing over to this result — fifty dollars if they ran across the theme for a short story on the way back to New York. Thurston smiled to himself. He hoped Fate would be good to him. A sudden gust of wind sent a sheet of paper fluttering from the side to the center of the road a few feet in front of them. Thurston ' s eyes brightened. " That, " he said, " might be the missing sheet of a will or a page from the diary of the girl who lives in that picturesque farm down the road, ' ou know, the one who loved the summer boarder who promised to — " " It might be, " interrupted West, dryly, as he examined the paper. " But it happens to be a receipt for an incubator. Romantic, isn ' t it? " he added, ironicall} ' . as he crushed the paper in the dust beneath his heel. 181 -fe The rest of the w alk tu llu- station was in silence. Thurston looked hopefully about the platform when they arri ed. Railroad stations were generally interesting places. Howe ' er, there was no one but a girl, most uninspiringh- rouged and powdered. When they boarded the train and entered the car Thurston looked about e.xpectantly and was satisfied. There was only one occupant in the train, but that was enough. .She was young and good to look at. The deep mourning outfit which she wore was strangely out of [ilace with her .f outh and fairness. " Prett v young and de ilish good-looking for a widow, " whisiiered Thurston as he selected the seat behind her. " Xow, here might be the story of — " He got no further. From the other end of the car came a shrill, " Why, Mame, where ' d you blow from? Gee! and look at the duds! All dolled up for a funeral? " " Xaw, Liz, " drawled the fair widow; " the Missus ' takin ' ofif her mournin ' an ' — " Thurston turned disapjiointedly to West. But that young man was gone. He found him sitting dejectedly in the back of the car. " It ' s always that way, Conway, " ' est said. " Nothing ever as it seems, everything practical and commonplace. " Thurston didn ' t answer. His own faith was beginning to Ijc shaken. Maybe West was right. At last they arri ed in New York and were a part of the crowding mass of humanity at the Grand Central Station. A ' est turned to Thurston. " Well, old scout. " he said, " how about that fifty? " But Thurston was not listening. est followed the direction of his gaze. There on the edge of the crowd was a girl. .And such a girl ! In a great squirrel cape and dainty turlian, with exquisitely buckled slippers playing hide-and-seek beneath her velvet gown, she was the essence of 3 ' outh and style. As W ' est looked at her he had a strange feeling he would never forget her. Indeed, he wondered how anyone could. For she was the living symbol of romance, with a face that held a thousand dreams. Suddenly he was aware she had caught sight of him and was frantically waving to him. He turned ini|uiringly to Thurston, who said, " Go, Tommy, she ' s beckoning to you. " " But I don ' t know her, " cried West. " That ' s all right ; we ' re in search of a short story and remember how many times opportunity knocks. " Seeing that Thurston was in earnest and remembering the girl, est elbowed his way through the crowd to her. " Oh, Cousin Bill, " she cried impulsively, " I knew I would recognize vou at once — and you knew me, too, didn ' t you? Isn ' t it thrilling to think you ' ve come all the way from Hawaii and we ' ve never seen each other before and vet we recognized each other at once ? " " Yes, " lied Tommy, bravely. " Come, the car ' s over here. I ' ll take xou home at once. " " (luess Tommy owes me that tift - tlcjllars, " nuisud ' I ' hurston with a chuckle. " And I ' m wilhiig to bet another fifty he doesn ' t leave for the (Jrient, or Paris, either, " he added as he caught a glimjise of West disappearing into a limousine with the girl. Piut that young man was not so sure as Thurston, for inside the car his intoxication of excitement gave way a little, and he began to fear the consequences of the episode. He wondered, too, at the smoothness of the afifair. The girl asked no puzzling questions. In fact, she seemed to unconsciously tell him all about himself. For instance: " And Nancy, is she still your lady love? " she inquired. " No, " burst out Tommy truthfully. He had always hated the name Nancy, anyway. " Not Nancy? Then it ' s still Mabel? " " Wrong again, " was Tomm) ' ' s answer, for how could anyone love a Nancy or a Mabel with so fair a creature as this beside him. ' ' " No Nancy or Mabel — when then? " Her eyes were sparkling mischievously as she asked this question. " It ' s — it ' s — " Tommy paused. He had alwa) heliexed in love at first sight, l)ut somehow he had never imagined it to be like this. She leaned nearer to him. " Do tell me, " she begged. Tommy swallowed, ■hy was she wearing violets? Their tantalizingly elusive odor haunted him. " Not — not yet, " he managed to mumble and was not sure whether he was glad or sorry to find the car stopping. Outside the car there was a moment when he had the opportunity and wild desire to turn and run. The opportunity was gone in a second, but not the desire. In fact, the minute he stepped inside the house he knew he should have obeyed his impulse. Something was wrong; the air vibrated with a strange something which West had not fathomed. He was hoping he felt this because of the jjart he was playing. Hut no, the girl felt it, too; her color had heightened and her eyes were dancing as if she, too, knew something strange. AMun she spoke her words came breathless and expectant. As they entered the drawing-room West looked about i|uickly. He was sure he had heard someone moving about before they entered the room. And, though the room was apparently empty, he could not but feel the presence of others besides the girl and himself. He was certain someone had lieen there, for the chairs were in comfortable disarray, drawn in a group before the fire. Over the back of one chair was thrown a fur, on another a forgotten handkerchief. The girl seemed to sense this something, too, for she glanced searchingly about the room. I en after they were seated she seemed nervous and continued the conversation hesitatingly. " A — about your invention? " she continued. " My what? " gasped ' est. " Wh ' , (jur inxention, of course, ' clll finally obtained your patent, didn ' t vou : " " W ' h) ' — er — yes, but — er — let ' s not talk about that, " he said with pretended modesty, and was sure lie saw a smile lurking behind her words as she asked. " And your yacht? " " Sold, " he said shortly. " Sold it? Oh, what a shame ! What of all those splendid dogs and horses? " " Sold ' em, too, " said West, wishing Cousin Bill hadn ' t so many things to be accounted for. " But your last no el? Though you sold it, you surely can tell me about it. " His latest novel ! West Winked. Confound Cousin Bill! It was then in the silence that followed West heard someone behind him, and he did what he never would have done if his nerves were not like needle-points. He jumped from his chair and wheeled about. There was nothing behind him but a doorway covered with portieres. He turned apologetically to the girl. She. too, had risen and her face had gone deathly pale. She stood staring at the doorway in a panicky sort of way. ' est turned again and as he did so, the draft from the window moved the portieres backward, revealing six pairs of slippers, kid, satin, and suede, dainty feminine slippers holding six pairs of feet supporting slender ankles. It was more than West could stand. He stepped forward and drew the portieres aside. There was silence for a moment, then a silvery peal of laughter, and West turned to see the girl doubled up on the divan convulsed with laughter. Her outburst was echoed by six other shouts of merriment, and into the room tumbled six girls. est stared at them blankly as they chatted and laughed hysterically. All he could make of the chaos was, " Oh, it was wonderful, Mignon ! " or " How did you do it? " until he began to fear for his sanity. Finally the girl got up and came to him. " I truly owe you an explanation, " she said. " You see, we, " she indicted the other girls, " all belong to a class in short-story writing. Today one of the girls at our meeting announced her intention of going abroad for inspiration. Then the argument arose as to why she need go away for inspiration. Then the bet was made that from here to the station and back one of us could find a story — and — well — I — you — " " I fell, " finished ' est, laughingly. " Yes, " she agreed, " but it was an awfully good fall. You played your part splendidly. " " I suppose now I owe you an explanation, " said ' est, " but, " he glanced at the other girls, " if I m.a}- call some e ening I could explain my part in detail. May I? " " Yes, " granted Mignon, " tomorrow evening. " The next evening — oh, but what ' s the use. I ' m not going to bore you with the same old story of a side veranda, a June evening, a silver moon and the odor of damp roses, for — well it all happened in the usual way. But I will tell you that Thurston won his fift}- dollars and that two can hunt stories better than one. Row1 ' :na .Sticirly ' 21. A III b 1 1 1 o II ' Jlic ) ' A is rising Exquisite in her freshness, Unbounded in her promise. Inspired, to her. a welcoming (jrl(l Sends up an ardent greeting — SparkHng brilliance from a tree-girt pool, Steaming incense from the pulsing earth. Fragrance from the blossoms, dewj- fresh. And matchless greens, golds, rose and blues, .Ml winged things, their clarity of song. And I. rejoicing, asjfiring. hoiiing. Pledge infinite, unselfish l(i e. This is the Dawn. The wearied Day now seeks her sapphire couch. Clad in garments tattered, soiled. She falters from the pathless fields of heaven. To her. a sighing world Sends up a low farewell — Shades lustre from a tree-girt pool. l) ing fragrance from the bruised blossoms. And matchless colors, soft, subdued. Dull crimson, purples, silver, greys ; The winged creatures, drowsy, brooding cries. And I, hopes dimmed and aspirations lost. Remember only ain and finite lo e. This is the Xight. Tomorrow brings another Dawn. Ruth .McBkide ' 2U. 11- ' J Life ' s Loveliness HiFE has loveliness to sell, " and with surprise we find among her wares objects so familiar that we have never thought of them as beautiful. In a crisp, stiff, white calling-card, in a newly wa»shed window, in a deep- grained, spicy-smelling board — in these things there is beauty. There is magic, too, in glistening, foaming soapsuds, in the far-off sound of a train-whistle, and in the blossom of a weed, all glistening with dew. The woods after a rain, the fresh, warm earth, sweet-smelling green things, the drip-drop of rain off the leaves, the flutter of little bird wings drying themselves, and the brush of dew against your face from glancing boughs — in these things there is beautv enough to make your heart jump with the pure joy of being alive. An autumn day is filled with lo eliness. You can hear it in the drowsy humming of the big. yellow bee and hear it in the " crack " of grasshoppers as they jump. (3n the street the elms send a dotted, swaying pattern of shade and sunshine. In the gutters there are rustling, crackling heaps of leaves, all red, and brown, and golden. A little gust of wind sends one scudding across the walk. The picket fence casts long shadows sprawling on the grass and you can smell the pungent odor of burning autumn leaxes, and see the blue smoke curl up into the golden boughs abo ' e. H. zi:l Davis ' 20. OHE greatest beauty the world has is the beauty of nature, but the casual observer passes it by. He sees in green grass and meadow flowers only feed for careless cattle to trample and destroy ; not the beauty of slender grass-blades and delicately fragrant, many-hued blossoms. Tumbling streams and mighty ri ers are nothing more than water. The great oceans are expanses of needless water that offer an incon enience in reaching other countries ; not wide-flung masses of wonder and grandeur. Fields of wa ing yellow wheat merely mean grain for the hand of the reaper and food in plenty for the winter; not a moving mass of golden beauty. How many of us miss the beauty of a tiny verdant valley hemmed in by marching hills, or of a single majestic peak losing its snow) ' spire in a billowing cloud? You sa ' the desert is not beautiful, that it is a barren waste of sand, but have you ever been out on the desert at night when the full orange moon hangs high in the deep blue sky? The most sordid surroundings can be transformed into beauty if we will but search for it under the surface. hat we do not look for, we do not see. Eloise McCle. ' We ' 20. [ 1- ] m A Request for S ni o k e F a i r i e s ;. ii ' .s ' ii-iK, your dictionary is incomplete. ' ! Diligently lia e I consulted y(jur works concerning " Smoke I ' airies. " Hut I find that you skip gayly from " smoke drw w t.. to dry meat with smoke, " to " smoke-farthings, n. pi., same as pentecostals. " without so much as hinting that these delightful little sprites exist. Surel}- vou have dreamed before a leajMng, crackling fire in blustering winter. Didn ' t you see frolicking Smoke hairies dancing in the curling, red flames? Ha e you never wandered forth in the nipping Xoxember air for the sheer io - of sniffing that pungent, burning fragrance that permeates the whole golden world? Oh, you must have seen them in the VaW. for Smoke ! ' airies are liberated when russet-red lea ' es are burned on the altars of Autumn. Jovousl) ' they troup forth, flinging wide an incense that makes the tyes sparkle and the pulse quicken. Lazily, then, they rise to the cloudless turquoise skies to look down u]ion a world drawing off her garments for a long winter ' s rest. Please, Mr. Webster, add this to your book; . ' moke I- airies, n. pi., delectable elfin creatures abroad in crisp, spicy weather. Ruth iMcBiuim ' 20. F r o 1)1 M y If 1 II d o w Water stretches wide before me — W (jnderful to me the story ater of the far-flung Bay. Which this water could relate: Brightlv shines the moon upon it. How the hardy old-world sailors Traces broad a siherv way ; Risked their lives, despising Fate, Commerce of a hundred cities Hraxed the unknown pathless oceans. Rides at anchor night and day. bound at last the Golden Gate. Ei.iz.Ai ' .i-iTH Thomas ' 5 1 M (I y 1 1 III e X-y w. s a blue and gold morning, and the little white house stood bathed in sunshine. Pink cherry trees swayed against the warm haziness of the sky, their blossoms softly falling. I ' rom the open kitchen window stole spicy fragrances — liot ginger-bread, and toothsome, juicy pies. ith dainty swir of wings, a tiny, ruby-throated humming-bird flitted from honey-suckle to trumpet- flower, from trumpet-flower to purple iris. Two fat little boys tumbled about good-naturedl - upon the green back lawn, v bile far abo e their heads a small, pink-clad figure, golden braids flying, swung high inin the warm, blue air. P.. Rr.. K. .Simpson ' 20. I 14 I -V. Jf I II d -B I o w II D a n d e lions I ' eathery tufts of cotton- - I ' ascinating bits of down. I r)ick vou, and hrusli du Against my cheek. A tiny wind comes And carries you ofi — On the wings of a fantasy. Up. up — Up you drift — Ahnost bevond m ' ision. Gradually you fall apart And are wafted back By a breath of air — Like fragments of filmy lace, A silken cobweb. Another breeze takes you off. Far, far up you glide — Smoothly, gently. See how you glint as a ray Of sun strikes j ' our silk) ' fingers — A faint, misty rainbow, Iridescent. You are gone. No — there you are ! A tiny piece of feathery softness — Floating, lighth.-. The wind is dying. Perhaps }ou will come back, Perhap.s — perhaps — Xo, another faint zephyr Sweeps you up. You are gone — Way up intcj the sky. I look again. Rut the azure hea en Has dissolved Aly fairy! E ' ia.YX N. .SH ' 20. [13] S ' It ' e e t s to the S w e et QLKASi:, dear, just one little one more. " Sue and Archie sat together on the same side of the tea wagon on a be-cushioned divan — he in white flannels and she in pink ruffles. " But, Archie, I ' nc given vou so many already and when I gave you the last you promised you would not ask for another, although I knew you would. " " I know I promised. Sue, but it is such a temptation — and, " he sighed, " they are so sweet. I simply must have just one more. Couldn ' t you spare me one? I get so few. " He glanced affectionately at her. " Archie, vou should be willing to give up something for the good of ' la Patrie ' in these war times. All of us must make sacrifices. " " But a little thing like that won ' t hurt ' la Patrie ' at all and you know it. Sue; and besides there is absolutely no harm in it. " " This has gone on too long — it ' s getting boring. I ha e told you so for the last hour and T mean it. " .Sue smoutlicd down her ruffles in contrast to her ruffled temper. " I see, I ' ll just ha e to take one then. " He leaned over to catch her hand. " No, you won ' t — " Sue jumped up, evading his grasp, and gained the other side of the tea wagon. " Now catch me if you can, " she cried. He accepted the challenge and reached across the teacups and cookies, almost upsetting them. She dodged, but was not quick enough, and Archie caught her arm and held it tight while he circumnavigated the obstacle. As he approached she pulled backwards — straining at her tether. On he came and back she went to the beflowered parlor wall. There she took her stand and dealt blows at him with her free hand, clenched tight. He received them smilingly. " Won ' t you please give it to me willingly; or must I take it by force? " " Neither wav. " She glared at him and stamped her foot impatiently. " It is the last one I have to give and 1 am saving it to bestow on someone more deserving than you. " " But surel - I am as deserving as anyone else you know; and I ' ll love you even more than 1 do now if you will. The memory of this one will last forexer, " he cooed, getting dangerously near. " Well, ou selfish old thing — here it is then, " she cried angrily, opening her clenched hand and clapping it over his mouth. " Take it, and may it cause every tooth in vour head to drop out and ruin your most perfect appearance. " But he paid no attention to her words — just gazed at her rapturously with dancing eyes, as he crunched his hard-earned lump of sugar. K. THI,F.KX M. Gr. ttan ' 20. I ir. 1 h Books V PETER WESCOTT RIDES THE LION XX Fortitude Hugh Walpole has given us a magnificent study of human nature. His character, Peter Wescott, shows the secret of Success, the ke}- to Self-Respect, the path to Peace, and all in the fighting slogan, " ' Tis not life that matters, but the courage you bring to it. " Once the girl he loved showed to Peter Wescott the photograph of a man who rode upon a lion. This lion was a struggling brute of enormous size, and yet the man was his master by sheer force of energy and iron determination. Something of that man ' s face, the scars of struggle and long sufifering, brought to Peter a sense of overpowering awe — awe, and a vague unrest. Xot until many years later, when he had completed the full circle of his lift " , did the significance of that struggle as a symbol of his own existence present itself to him. And a great peace visited the soul of Peter, for then he knew that in his battle against Loss and Sorrow, bitter Disillusionment and humiliating Failure, he had won. And, lo, the face of the rider was his own ! " Blessed be Pain and every Torture of the Body " Blessed be Loss and the Failure of Friends and the Sacrifice of Love " Blessed be the Destruction of Possession and the Disappointment of Ambi- tion " Blessed be all Sorrows, Torments, Hardships, Endurances that demand Courage " Blessed be these things . . , . for of these things cometh the making of a Man. " THE LIGHT THAT DID NOT FAIL Once upon a time, a tiny spark fell from some glowing ember — fell and lighted alone upon the hard, cold earth. Aided by kindly breezes, this tiny spark became a small but brightly burning flame. Soon, however, strong air currents and forceful, gustv winds oxerpowered the little flame — it flickered, wa ered, and almost died out. But, coming to its rescue, a pair of loving hands protected and sheltered it, fanning it gently. And lo, the feeble flame increased in strength, burned more steadily, and blazed into brilliant fire, meeting cold winds in defiance, and glorying in its triumph ! In Jacob Stahl — . Man of the Real Today, J. E. Beresford has created a being oddly like unto that flickering flame — a weakly, wavering soul, handicapped by self-depreciation and lack of initiative, overcome by the strong wills of others, and unable to throw back his head and laugh in the face of defeat. Unfortunate influences have entered his life — Madeline, the glorious sinner; Lola, his first wife, a bit of clinging poisonous ivy, and the shallow hypocrite, Reverend Cecil Barker. However. Betty, the adorable, Betty, the human (also partner, general manager, cook, and drudge in a London boarding-house), by [1 ] dint of loving care and patience, is responsilile for his final triumph o er himself and hostile forces. The author has divided his stud} ' of temperament into three olumes. The first of these observations upon life, " The Early History of Jacob .Stahl, " tills one with enthusiasm; the second, " A Candidate for Truth, " arid, by the way, a remarkable bit of psychology, is inclined to leave rather a bad taste in one ' s mouth, while the third, " The Inxisible Event, " satisfies entirely. The trilogy is probably one of the finest that the school of realism has yet produced since Romaine Rolland ' s Jean Christophc. Concentrating upon the commonplace feelings and happenings of life, Mr. Beresford has given us human nature as it reallv is, without attempting to heroize his characters, nor to translate them into terms of his own temperament. Rari!. r. Simpson ' 20. C a 1 1 f () r n 1 (I Death I ' alley The sun beats down ujjon the arid plain Whose breathless heat a thousand souls has slain. An endless stretch of shifting, seething sand — A scorching, glaring waste of desert land. The Sierra A ' ezvda ' i ' he stately pines and rustling fir trees high Are silhouetted ' gainst a calm blue sky ; The swift, cool mountain waters rush and leap To valleys green from mountain ridges steep. BAi ' tr.AR.v SiMrsoN ' 20. 7 ' h e L II r c u f t li c D e s e r t Have vou e er been out in the desert When the air is cold and clear? Have you ever been out in the desert When God alone seemed near. ' ' When vou ride for miles and miles Through the sage-brush grayish-green? Well, it gives you a wonderful feeling, . feeling pure and clean. Anil all the cares and worries. Unhappy things of the day, The ' glide away like shadows Into the desert grey. Mak.iouii-: Roach ' 20. IS sr ly ANK Stow lierkelcy, Califoniia President Senior Class Barbara Pennymint in " Pomander alk " Tennis Manager Cliairmaii Membership Committee of Athletic Association CsTlIEU KolllUNS ice-Prcsident Senior Class MiitMn Man in " Pomander alk " Oakland, California l ' " ij)i(i:. ci; I ' lark Treasurer Senior Class Marjolaine Lachenais in " Pomander Walk President Athletic Association liasketball Captain pprkcley, California Kamoxa Schacht Secrctarv Senior Class Xods and P.ecks Staff ]!erkelc ' , California I - ' 0 - " , Klih ARi rsTROXG Berkeley, California DlU ' Sll.I.A Ralpnaix I!erkele ' , Californi;i LoAI. 13l£CI Livcrmore, California K A I H i;k I n e Bro k h . u sen Oakland. California HiiLHx Cakr Nods and Becks Staff Tennis Team Manager Basketball Rntli Pennvmint in " Pomander Walk " Berkeley, California Phyllis Clark Editor-in-Chief, Nods and Decks Mrs. Poskett in " Pomander Walk " Yell Leader Spokane, Washington J A N F.TTE Co M SIOC K Willows, California IjARiiARA Simpson Nanette in " Pomander Walk " Berkelev, California ' Hazki, Davis BL ' rkelcv, California I ' ropcrtv Managci- of- " Pomander Walk " Phyllis Graham Nods and Becks Staff Herkclev, Californ Kathleen Geattan Jack Sayles in " Pomander Walk " Berkele}-, California Kehecca Gray Nods and Becks StafT Caroline Thring in " Pomander Walk ' Piedmont, California [ 23 ] I ' tdr.KKiA Holmes Berkeley, California CJraci-; Hurt Los Altos, California The Evesore in " Pomander W alk " 4 Carolyn Horner President Social Service Club I!erkcle , California KLIZAr.Elll 1 ACDIU San Francisco, California - 4 1 -k- Caroi.vx Kikstkr Berkeley, Califonii:! Berkeley, California Phyllis Kett Lord Otford in " Pomander Walk " Basketball Team ' ice-President and Secretary of Social Service Chib Dorothy K[XNEy Adriexne Leonard Xods and Becks Staff Tennis Team Basketball Team Berkeley, Calif orni: Berkeley, California [25] Miriam Mariix Prolomif in " Pumaiulfr alk " Klamath Falls, Oregon Ri ' TH McBriiie Business Manager, Nods and Becks Treasurer, Social Service Clnli Basil Pringie in " Pomander alk " Berkele -, California Eloise AlcCl.KAVE Berkeley, California Felicia Mkiki.e Berkeley, Califmnia ' , EvELVX Xasii Berkeley, California Dorothy Perkins Berkeley, California Hallv Pomeroy Tennis Team Basketball Team Sir Peter Antrolms in " Pomander Walk Berkeley, California AnxELL Ronixsox Twin Falls. Idaho Madame Lachenais in " Pomander alk " [27] Carulv.v Rodoi.I ' H Oakland, California Doctor Stcrnro " (l in " Pomander Walk " ' J ' aI Cl ' TI.KR Derkelev, California Class P r n 1 h e c y Xr WAS on a warm afternoon that I climhud the rieketv old stairs of a shabby brown house and rang the bell. There was not a sound in answer to my ring- and I was about to leave when the door was opened by a soft- treading Hindu, who led me into a dark room, where at the farthest end sat Madame Zara, the world ' s most " renowned crystal-gazer, " whom I had come far to see. As I started to speak she held up her hand, and in a deep, resonant voice said, " Speak not, you have come to learn the fate of your old associates. " I sat down near her and she fixed her gaze on the bright ball before her. .She spoke slowly at first : " T see musical instruments .... a band .... yes, it is she. .Adrienne .... Adrienne Leonard, the leader of the famous .Art Hickman Orchestra. " I see weird figures on the board. .A teacher with tortoise-shell glasses. It is Gertrude Strain. " Miriam Martin seems to be a traxeling saleslady for the Black Jack Chewing-gum Company. " On the last step of the top floor of the W ' oulworth Building sits the janitress, E ' elyn Nash, fanning her crimson face with her dust-pan. I 2S 1 - " 1 see files of papers .... a mahogany desk. At it sits Phyllis Clark, editor of the New York Herald. " I see a French beauty parlor presided o er by the fair Hazel Davis. " Madame Zara moved restlessly, passed her hands over her eyes and then continued : " Napa .... a padded cell .... The door bursts open and out rushes a shrieking form. It is ... . Grace Hurt She has reached five million, counting Los Altos ' weeds on her fingers. " I see the flutter and glint of rainbow chiffon .... the orchestra stops with a crash. Eloise McCleave, the he ad entertainer at Tait ' s, bows gracefully to the applauding crowd. " Fourteenth and Broadway .... a brass-buttoned and blue-coated police- woman. It is Kathleen Grattan, who directs the hurrying throng. " I see an auto-show and a fair demonstrator with auburn curls. It is Tay Cutler who emerges from the sumptuous tonneau of a canary-colored .... Ford. " Cavorting across the meadow, I see a damsel flitting hither and thither, pawing the air with a net. It is Jane Stow .... the famous bugologist. " I see a herd of cattle slowly coming down the lane It is Felicia Meikle who drives them homeward. " Madame Zora raised her eyes from the globe and gazed intently into space and finally returned to the crystal : " Greenwich Village through a film of smoke I see Dorothy Perkins idly daubing at a futurist picture and Loal Beck the sylph-like model. " I see raffia .... raffia .... moving .... shaking .... trembling It is Ramona Schacht, a hula dancer. " Mary Stewart writes verse freer than the winds and blanker than the blankest. " I see a circus .... Janette Comstock, the dainty bareback rider, jumps galloping from one steed to the other. In the same tent stands a huge cage, filled with roaring lions, who tremble at the sight of petite Florence Clark. " I see a beautifully appointed dinner-table presided over by the smiling and gracious figure of Bessie W ' illcut. " I see a corpse .... it is Esther Robbing .... dead from the burden of carrying so many frat pins and rings. " Carolyn Horner glibly says, ' Number, please, ' as she polishes her nails and flirts coquettishly with one of the bell-boys at the St. Francis. " I see a convent .... under a spreading maple sits a nun. It is Rebecca ( irey. " The Orpheum stage .... fantastic costumes. A dancer sways to and fro to the music I it is Ruth Armstrong who takes the honors. " I see a big brick building with a high wall around it. .Someone comes to the gate: it is Carolvn Rodolph, head of the Home for Orphans. [ 2 ' ) ] " I ' ifth Avenue .... a parade .... at the head is Phyllis Kelt leading- the suffrag-ettes. " I see a dentist ' s office .... oxer the suffering patient leans a dark-haired girl : it is Elizabeth Jacobi, who extracts teeth by the Painful Parker Method. " Tare, please; fare, please! ' cries Barbara Simpson, ' the first and only conducterette. " I see a big white house on top of a hill. Telescopes and spyglasses every- where. Here lives Hally Pomeroy, the most famous of modern astronomers. " I see a deep forest .... a girl running among the trees It is Ruth McBride, the ' back-to-nature ' girl. " Golf-links .... a whizzing ball .... it is Helen Carr who comes over the hill ; she has won the championship for the past five years. " I see a large limousine; out of it steps Virginia Gregory, the movie star, called ' Mary Pickford the Second. " " I see before me a large prairie; out of the dust comes riding Adnell Robinson, the owner of the ' Silver Star ' ranch. " Carolyn Kiester, I see as the first woman Senator from California. " An aeroplane glides gracefully to the ground and Dorothy Kinney steps from her high-powered machine. " I see the Varsity Candy Shop .... the soda fountain .... there stands Drusilla Baldwin, mixing mysterious concoctions. " Madame Zara raised her eyes. " That is all, " she said. The Hindu servant appeared to show me out. " Wait! " I cried. " You ha e forgotten one. " " Forgotten one? " .She gazed again into the ball. " There is no one else, " she said. As she spoke she half raised the veil that had covered her face. I stared at her. " Why, why, it can ' t be you, Madame Zara, who would have guessed? " Before me sat Katherine Brokhausen, garbed as Madame Zara. M) ' IwitBil l ' ai CLASS OFFICERS President -..Rowena Steiuly Vice-President Marion Norton Secretary Beth Shillinc, Treasurer Geraldine Gannon Mattie Butler " Mic lity Lak a Rose " Mar[i; Malpoxaiio " Dardanctla " [31 koWK.NA Sli:iRl.V " I ' m I ' orcvcr Khi ' a ' iiu; Ihibhics " Doris Atherton " Slozi. ' and Easy " ] [. R]ON Norton " Wonderful Pal " Helen Hariiv " Take Mc for a Jov Ride " Bari ' .ara Bruner " Hafl ' Y Butterfly ' Jean Macal ' Lay " ' ((;; a Lovely liomeo " liKI lA l ' ll:lll. ' S " I (irk- iyed Maiden " llKATRRE El.l. ' WDKTll " Ih-eanix " [32 - . Anita Burness " Redhead, RcdlictidJ " Jeaxette Pusev " ll ' ial Do Voii Irani lo Make Those Eves at Me For? " Tessie Frazier " Oh. Ho7c I Hate to Get (. ' ill the Morning " Pal ' Line Sharp " A " Everything " Alice Ti ' xe Lee " Oh! " ' Letty Winsett ' ) oii ' d Be Sur ' rised " Gertrude Ramselius " Like Your Style " ' iolet Wavnf ' Sav It With Flozeers " M Mill: Shkki.k ■■ir.-i-. Il ' rc Miirir ' Alick Pkiikrsex ■II hen ll ' c ll ' i-iit In Suiidav Scliool " KatiiI ' Kink Dinwoody ■■ ) ' i ' ii Ouf lil In Kiimc " Df.lphixa Hiu- ' ) ' nii AVfcr Can ' l -U " Ikssif. MoTT Pk«£K. ■ ' OhjrhataGirLrj iJ • Gf.rAldinf. ( ' .annon " Jcrry ' Il!:i II Siiili.ini; ■■A I ' rclty Girl Is Like a Mclodx " LonsK Hlakf •■Tell Me ' 34 ■K Sophomores CLASS OFFICERS President Dorothy Mills I ' ice-Presidcnt Elizabeth Brunkr AND THE OTHERS There is a bright girl in our school ' ho never has broken a rule ; Her name ' s Valentine ; I wish it were mine ; She is truly as bright as a jewel. There is a 3 ' oung lady named Mills, Who over her English has thrills. She gets many a one When her work is all done, That surprising young Dorothv Mills There ' s a cultured young person named Walters, ' ho o er her luiglish ne ' er falters. She reads Shakespeare and Bacon, Her toys quite forsaken — This progressive young person called Walters. There was a ' oung lady called francos, Who was mad on the subject of dances. She danced every day. Till she danced right away. There was a (iung lad ' named Bniiicr, ho went for a sail in a schooner. The ship was wrecked And she said, " (Jh, bv heck! ' " And thus endeth the tale of poor Frances. And li ' ed then on salmon and tuna. A pleasant ycjung fellow named Iiarker Fell in love with the fair Lurlinc Parker, And he said. " Be my queen. " But the air ' round Lurline (irew suddenly colder and darker. Eiicabetli 1 ho mas her name is, And tennis her favorite game is. In the slang of today, Her companions all say That Elizabeth " sure some sweet dame is. There ' s a maiden named Marjory Roach, Her last name is Smith, her first Helen. Who on school rules just hates to encroach. Her neatness is almost repellin ' . She ' s retiring and shy ; She ' d live in her seat .She wears middy and tie. To make her desk neat. And is ne er in fear of reproach. This careful dung lady named Helen. There ' s a girl in this school, Patty Sizcr — There was a young lady named , .:, 1 am here, mv good friends, to appraise ' er. ho was scared to death of a c|uiz. She ' s a bright, shining star. But when forced to give in Shedding beams near and far. She v ' as there with a grin. And no one on earth could despise ' er. And the teachers all thought her a whiz From Byron we have Beatrice Taylor, Who was terribly fond of a sailor. .She sat on a rock And knit him a sock. For she knew that he ne er would fail her. A charming and brilliant young belle Is " A " ' Hendricks, as all know full wel For she likes nothing better (Although they might " get her " ) Than silk hose and catchv marcel. .• young person named Liefje Let are Once declared she could climb an oak tree And when asked how she knew, -She said, " Just cause I do — Now come (jut in the garden and see. " Pelplta, with name like a fral. Declared she was getting too fat. So she rolled all aroun ' Both up hill and down, Till she found she had rolled herself flat. Anna Jl ' atson ' s a Soph at a notable school, . nd, lei me tell you, she ' s nobody ' s fool. While her Latin ' s a fright. Her I ' rench is all right, . nd with her tiddle she ' s " cute as a mule. ' There is a young ladv named Hester, ho is worn out with work this semester. .She counts e ' ery day Till the fourteenth of May, . nd is sure that acation will rest her. 36 - There is a young lady named .iincs, A coy little maid. Bctt Brock, Who was very fond of good games. Is cute in any kind of a frock. She fell on her head, She ' s small as to size, And now it is said But can wink with both eyes — ' Tis a tennis racket she lilames. An accomplished young miss, Betty Brock. There is a young lady named Clark, There is a young girl, Helen Parsons, Who goes to sleep when it ' s dark. Who delights in the tales of Kit Carson ' s. And dreams of a palace She reads late at night, And a prince calling, " Alice! " But whisks books out of sight Until she awakes — what a lark ! When she hears the footfalls of Ma Parsons. A maiden from Southland is Daisve, Whose accent is often quite hazy. And tho ' as a rule She says she hates school, There was a young lady named Leiuin Who never knew what she was doin ' . So she rushed up and down Till the sun made her brown. Her friends sav she ' s really not laz -. This bewildered voung maiden named I.eivut. There is a young girl, Olive Smith, Concerning her this is the myth. She studied so badly The term ended sadly For fri olous, young Olive Smith. The sweet Helen Lisher from Napa ' rote an " Ode on the Arts of a Flapper " ; And the boys when they heard Said, " Ye gods, what a bird ! (iet your camera, we ' ll go down and snap ' er. ■l:.. . ., . . . 3|| 1 , „:!■■■ [ .V- 1 ' S J lrO . . ■ SSi (o Jv ! J io! ' rRe6nMeri CLASS OFFICERS President AIakiokh-: SAXiiOKX ice-Presidott Mariiaket Kexdali. Secretary Louisk ' ilson ' ;; (I o " e Margaret Kendall with short, straight hair; Peggy Ray turned tall and fair; Anita Glass talking sense ; Yvonne Cellier jumping a fence; Ruthie M. and Ruthie A. Mad and parted an entire day; Dorothy W ' ehb, a bold suffragette. Cocky and pert like tall Laura Kett ; Mary Perry flunking in Latin ; Helen Raynor like Katlileen Grattan ; Dorothy Da is refraining from tennis; Elizabeth H. a dancing Saint Denis; Erma O ' Brien a first-honor leader; Margaret Einkbine a trained lion feeder; Grace Daxis a famed tennis champ ; Louise W ilson a gay movie vamp ; Ruth Hobson each day cutting classes ; Mary Tavares with bone-rimmed glasses ; Marjorie Sanborn, sickly and weak ; V alentine Saunders most docile and meek — Dear reader, imagine these things if you can, Of course, we all know ' tis only a plan! x Marjoiui-: Sanmidkn ' 23 I " 3R 1 • ■k. cflU lilJU-n " - VU IA — % (f Hd-i msLWL T h e B III e F y u g " r | " t thic iioTioM of a blue pool in the middle of a large forest lived a blue | fi ' Dg, blue both in color and in disposition. He moaned day and night because be could onh- stay in the pool and never see the rest of the world. In a city near by the wood there lived a very poor, unhappy little girl. She bad man y brothers and sisters, and she had to work very hard. Whenever she would have a spare moment she would run away to the forest and lie down on the cool moss to look at the patches of blue sky between the tree tops. One day, especially, she was verv unhappy. Her mother had given her more than her lot of work to do. In desperation she went o ' er the fence and started for the wood. As she hurried along she said, " I am so unhappy all day long. I have heard it said that the Blue Bird brings happiness. There are many birds in the forest and perhajis 1 shall find the Blue Bird. " By this time she had reached the edge of the forest. About noon the Blue Frog heard sounds of footsteps coming toward the pool. He was very fright- ened and went to the very bottom of the pool. The little girl sat down beside the pool and looked up at the trees and all around, hoping to see the Blue Bird. She saw many birds, but none of them were blue. The curiosity of the Blue Frog had overcome his cowardice. Rising slowly to the surface, he stuck his head out of the water. Then he came out all the wav and stood on a rock. 40 H The little girl ' s eyes wandered to the pool where she saw the Blue Frog. " Oh, that is the Blue Bird. Xo, it is not — it is a blue frog. I am sure it will do. " The frog was very frightened and he jumped to the bottom of the pool. Soon he saw her hand come feeling down where he was. He croaked loudly with fright. But the hand grabbed him and pulled him to the top. It put him in her dress and he was hurried out of the forest, across a held, and down a road until the road leading to the city was reached. hen the little girl reached her home her mother was ery angry. " What do you mean b} ' leaving? " her mother said very severelv. " Oh, mother dear, I have found Happiness. Aren ' t you glad? " .She dropped the frog from her lap and he croaked so very loudly that it woke the baby up. One week passed and the Blue Frog was bluer than ever, and so was the little girl and all her family, because the Blue Frog had croaked all the week. He had upset the milk, slept in the parlor, and swum in the drinking water. The little girl ' s oldest brother came into the room with the frog by the leg and said to her, " He went into the parlor a nd ran up mother ' s friend ' s leg and she went out the door very angry Now, see here, you take him away or 1 will kill him. " With this he dropped the frog into her lap. She was not sorry to part with him. and so she ran out the door and to the blue pool, and she dropped the Blue Frog into the water. He immediately turned a bright green with happiness, and as the little girl went home she felt very happy because there would be no more frog to take care of. The frog always remained green and never complained of being unhappy. And as for the little girl and her family, they were so happy not to have a frog to bother with that they never complained of being unhappy again. Miriam Duni;ax, Sczcu ' h Grade. The Good and the Bad Girl CHiiRi; were once two little girls whose names were Rose and May. Rose was a ery bad girl. She never minded her mother, but May was just the opposite. .She would do anything to help her. One day as the two children were walking through the forest, they sat down to rest and fell asleep. May dreamt that she was walking in the forest and saw a tree with a hole in it. May climbed the tree and fell down. down, until at last she came to the bottom. She saw a lot of fairies dancing before their Fairy Queen. She was delighted to see all the pretty fairies and the pretty queen. The queen had golden hair, which streamed down her back, and a crown all set with diamonds and pearls; a dress of the finest lace one e er saw. Before I go an)- further I must tell -ou what Rose dreamt. . ' he, too, had found the hole in the tree and went down, down. Rut do you think she found the fairies? No, she did not. She found a red house and opened the doi3r. What do you think she saw ? Walls of deep red rubies sparkled before her, and instead of seeing fairies she saw little bad men with teeth all sticking out of their mouths, all dressed in red. The king had horns on his head and eyes of red fire. May dreamt of the fairies dancing around her, and gi ing her candy and cake. Just as she awoke. Rose screamed and put her arms around May and tnld her of her dream. May then told her of her dream, and said, " If you were a good girl maybe you would have a nice dream, too. " After that Rose was always good and she had nice dreams, too. tiALKN Hatih, High Fourth Grade. ' % ID ' CkA«AL ' J-O Sept. 2. School opens. Chaperones are still in vogue. Sept. 7. Visit to battleships on the Bay. It ' s good to be an American. Sept. 14. Miss Amalie delights school with her playing. Sept. 15, A " e ' re not sure whether we saw President ilson, but we did see Mrs. Wilson. Sept. 17. Sh — h — h? A ' e ' ]l never tell. Sept. 18. Social Service Club organized. Sept. 20. The Finch sisters entertain school with an evening of recitations. .Sept. 21. Athletic Association organizes. Sept. 26. We give the D. U. ' s permission to have a dance any night they care to, providing they put us to sleep with the same music. Sept. 27. Old girls welcome the new with a masquerade. ' ho thought of the balloons ? We thank them. School enjoys two hours of reading by Miss Jensen. Cabaret raises a tidy sum for the " Fatherless Children of France. " Morning lecture on head-dress results in an immodest and startling exhibition of ears at dinner. Madame Bardellini ' s pupils sing (all but the high notes). .Seniors see " Hamlet " at the Players ' Club. Hallowe ' en breakfast. Originality, did you say? Social Service Club gives party to some hundred children from West Berkeley. Xo -. 11. " Armistice Day " celebrated by hearing the American Syncopated Orchestra (colored) at the Greek Theatre. Xov. 14. Miss Wilson ' s reception at Channing Hall. Such a lovely party! Nov. 15. All-day horseback ride in Berkeley Hills. No -. Ui. After church, club is organized by the riders of the preceding day. to plead for padded pews. Sept 28. Oct. 1. Oct. 10. Oct. 19 Oct. 25. Oct. 31. [43] Xov - i Xov 2 Dec. U Dec. 13 Dec. 14 Dec. 15 Dec. If. Dec. 17 Dec. 18 Dec. 1 ) Jan. 5 Jan. r Jan. Tan. 12-1 Xov. 21. A few girls go to Stanford-California game. All hail Blue and (Sold! Remaining girls go for an all-day hike in Muir Woods, with Miss Breed chaperoning. We take back everything we ' ve said about chaperones. Mr. Robley gives Eugene h ' ield reading. ( iod bless our Pilgrim Fathers. Have a nice vacation. Bishop Merriman C. Harris, of Japan, lectures. Junior-Senior Dance. Joy! Joy!! Si.xty great red stockings, bulging with surprises, are turned in for distribution in West P erkeley on Christmas morning. A Christmas play, written and ]iroduced by Miriam Dungan, surjirises and delights the school. A weary world. Masculine Evening is no more. Christmas tree for boarders, with Santa Claus, an ' presents, an ' candy, an ' popcorn, an ' all that sort of thing. Bells! Bells! Bells! Who has those bells? We leave for Christmas acation. Three cheers! School reopens. " Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning! " Mad search for French verbs and history dates lost, strayed, or stolen over the holidays. Smiles appear. Masculine E ening is re-established (with reserva- tions ). 6. Smiles disappear — Final Examination Week. Who said, " Ignorance is bliss? " .Smiles reappear. Mob sees " Seventeen " at the Curran. ( !uod, but how exaggerated (?). Xew semester — new resolutions. P. (i. English class, studying stage craft, sees " The Ideal Husband " at the Maitland. Miss Wilson makes use of her flashlight. ' Xuff said! Hike in hills with Miss Downey. Cabaret in the exening. Oh, Jeanette, keep away from the light! English classes visit Sather I iate Piook .Shop to see exhibition of old books. Do you remember it, Jerry? Mister Milutin Krunick tells of the pitiful sufferings of the Armenians. Horseback partv goes week-ending to Mount Diablo (. ' (tuntry Club. House girls give Valentine masquerade in the gym. 23. Special month-end. Were we ungrateful ? Girls, food, fun ; more girls, more food, more fun. Cabaret to raise money for the Armenians. Miss Wilson demonstrates modern head-dress. Do we look like that? Mar. 3. Because of the flu we go to church less and play tennis UKjre. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Feb. 1 ' ) 27 Feb. f, Feb. 14 Feb. 20- Mar 2 44 Mar. 4. A " Pex " spoon appears at the dinner table. Wlio ' s guilty of .such carele.ssness ? Mar. (). R ' liss Porter takes botany class on a hike after specimens. We didn ' t see any specimens except of — poison oak. Mar. 26. Second reception at Channing Hall. President " . A. Neilson. of Smith College, lectures on Burns. Mar. 28. Miss Wellendorf ' s pupils give second piano recital. Mar. 29. Senior cafeteria and sophomore cake sale. If we weren ' t friends of the sophomores, we ' d tell how much they made. .■ pr. 1. Easter acation, and it ' s not a joke. Apr, 11. Ho! Hum! Back again! School reopens. Apr. 17. Senior-Junior dance. .Apr. 17. Senior Play. May 13. Miss Wilson ' s class-day luncheon to seniors at the Country Club. May 13. Alumnae dinner. May 14. Graduation exercises. May pole dance. [45] H o II (J r s SEPTKMISKR first : Second ; Drusilla Baldwin Miriam Duncan Evelyn Rokding Br iH Sh illim; OCTOBER First : Floki-;nii-: Clakk Ex ' icLYN Roi-;iiiN(; Beth Shilling; CoNSTANCi-: Holmes Second : Drusilla Baldwin Phyllis Clark Frances Dahney Miriam Duncan Miriam Martin Eloise McCi.ean ' e Dorothy Mills V. McGillicudy Melida Moisant Elicanor L. Roedinc Carolyn Rodolph fuaxziska sc hne.ider NOVEMBER First : Florknce Clark Ethi:l I ' ' aiki:airn CoNSTANti-; Holmes E i:lvn Roi:iiim; Eleanor Louise Roedi FrANZISKA SCHNICIDER Beth Shilling Second : [)rusilla Bai.du in Maxine Cahn Phyllis Clark Miriam Duncan Melida Moisant Lltrline Parker Miriam Parki:k Carolyn Rodolph Kai ' hi.ei-.n Kimi;all DECEMBER First : Miriam Duncan ExELYN Roi:dinc Beth Shillinc Second : DUUSILLA Baijiv i Maxine Cahn Floricnce Clark Frances Daiiney Kathleen Kimisall Adrienne Leonard V. McGillicudy Melida Moisant Eleanor L. Roedi nc Carolyn Holmes Patricia Siziir FEBRUARY First : Edna Cheek N( Phyllis Clark Miriam Duncan lOYCE XoKRIS Xi:WMAN Second : Dri ' sili.a Bai.dw i Miriam Mar ' itn Eloise McCli-;a i-; Evelyn Roedinc Beth Shillinc Marjorie Williams Rowi-:na Steirly MARCH First : Helen Carr Phyllis Clark Miriam Duncan Joyce Norris Xewman Hallv Pom i:rov Ji-;ani-;ti ' i-: Puse - E KLVN Rol ' DlNC Bicih Shillinc Paikicia Sizi:k Second : Doris Atherton Katherine Din woody Galen Hatch Constance Holm i:s Kathli:i;n Kim i;ai.l Ruth McBridic Eloise McCleane Dorothy Mills Carolyn Rodolph LoLMSi: Ray Jeanne Russicll Rowi;na Si ' icirly Murii:l Enci.i.r 4r. k [47] Oi H W ' . ' BASKETBALL fooN after the liard grind of school had once more commenced, basketball practice was begun, with Miss Breed as coach. Every Monday and Thursday found the girls on the court hard at practice for the coming matches. Florence Clark was elected captain and Helen Carr manager, and games were arranged with Miss Harker ' s, Miss Burke ' s, and Miss Ransom ' s schools. Miss Harkkr ' s, 22 A. H, S., 27 The first game of the season was played on Miss Harker ' s court. A number of girls went down for the event and all had a delightful time. In spite of a muddy court, the home team was victorious by a score of 27 to 22. M. H. S. — Forwards, Wheeler, Canty; Centers, Calhoun, Trefts; C.uards, Watt. Orwall (Coleman, Elliot, Hellman). A. H. S. — Forwards, F. Clark, H. Carr; Centers, P. Kett. D. Davis, M. Sanborn (second half); Guards, .A.. Leonard, M. Sherer. Miss Burkk ' s, 24 A. H. . ' ., 17 There was an unfortunate mi. -up about this game. Our girls thought it had been called otT. W hen the Burke girls arri ed, an impromptu team was hurried together. These girls put up a good hght, but Miss Burke ' s school won by a score of 24 to 17. Miss Ransom ' s, 48 ' .A. H. .S., 28 After the defeat by Miss Burke ' s team, and the knowledge that on March 24 we were to play Miss Ransom ' s school, the girls turned out for practice slightly better than previously. The game, therefore, was not entirely lacking in interest. In the second half, after we had become accustomd to their slippery court, our girls managed some cle er plays, but their baskets had been too many to give us any hope of winning. The whistle blew with the score 2S to 48. M. R. S. — Forwards, F. Boardman, J. Merriman ; Centers, Lara Pratt, H. Walker; Guard, J. ' ilson. A. H. S. — Forwards, H. Pomeroy, H. Carr; Centers, P. Kett, D. Davis, M. .Sanborn (second half); (Guards, A. Leonard, M. .Sherer. TENNIS ' ith the end of basketball season, tennis girls began to practice in prepara- tion for the various challenges which had come. Jane .Stow was elected manager, and games were arranged with Miss Horton ' s, Miss Burke ' s, Miss Ransom ' s. Miss Harker ' s, Palo . lto High, and Castilleja schools, all members of the N. C. -S. T. T. League. Our first game was played with Miss Horton ' s school at the Claremont Country Club. Miss Horton ' s won the first doubles match, and we were victo- rious in first and second singles and second doubles. .Adrienne Leonard, our first singles player, won an easy match in sets 6-0, 6-1. Hally Pomeroy, second singles, won in a match -3. -4. Jane .Stow and Helen Carr, as first doubles, [48 I lost a well-fought game in sets 3-6, 1-6. Our second doubles, Elizabeth ' alters and Dorothy Davis, won by a score 7-5. 6-4. On March 30, our team went over to the California Lawn Tennis Associa- tion courts, where we played Miss Burke ' s school. The match was a tie, our team winning both the singles and losing the doubles. Adrienne Leonard, as our first singles player, played a splendid game, defeating her opponent 6-1, 6-0. Hally Pomeroy, second singles, won by a score of 6-3, 1-6, 6-3. The first doubles, Mary Stewart and Helen Carr, lost, 3-6, l-ff. Elizabeth ' alters and Dorothy Davis lost an interesting match in sets 5-7, 4-6. RIDING This sport has given the boarders a great deal of pleasure, and each week- end has found many enthusiasts cantering over the delightful trails in the Berkeley hills. A trip to the Mount Diablo Country Club was an especially enjoyable ride taken by our oldest riders, Marion Norton, Florence Clark, Alice Clark and Janette Comstock. This quartet, with the instructor, started out bright and early one Saturday morning and spent that night at the Diablo Country Club, returning Sunday evening, after a wonderful time. SWIMMING Despite the icy water in the pool, many of Neptune ' s fair daughters have fared forth each week to plunge into its depths and to proxe their ability in this aquatic art by passing many and various tests. 4 " ] t r e n c h R e f n g c e C Ii 1 1 d r e ii a n d the Red C r o s s Hs THK SA1UKI-; of battle cleared and the thunder of the guns died away, the American Red Cross ambulance entered the destroyed French village, proudly bearing the insignia of mercy. Our men were the first to enter and found their way immediately to the abri, those underground ca es of safety where whole families lived with their precious bundles of rags, inside of which breathed the small heart of an infant child. Sometimes two or more babies were the " find " of that village — children who in the rush had been deserted; or in the excitement forgotten by parents who had their hands full guiding the lives ■ of children whose existence seemed a certaint}-, since they had already struggled through four years of war and still li ed ; or, as more often the case, deserted because the father was fighting and the mother had been killed while foraging for food above ground. These tin}- bits of humanity, counting their existence only by days or weeks, were mostly born of tubercular parents in the caves; with this inheritance and little available food or milk, we found them under starvation conditions. A hurried trip back to Asile Caserne de Luxembourg, the barrack home of the children, which meant clean beds, milk, fresh air, untiring care and watch- fulness and constant medical attention, saved for I ' rance many of her sons and daughters. How often we used to say, " Doctor, if you can save the life of t nil baby you surely will get the Croix de Guerre. " And those doctors and nurses, in the course of months, would show with justified pride Lucien, who when he came had no bones strong enough to support his back or little legs and arms, but — Lucien still sleeping through the sunny days in the sunshine fighting the white plague. Many older children, like Pierre, were in our children ' s hospital nursing an amputated leg or arm which was blown off because " we di ln ' l [50 1 know " that loaded hand-serenades and guns were not the normal pla things of children. Beside our hundred-odd sick youngsters, we had two hundred kiddies under two years of age, foundHngs or orjihans, including our three hundred hale and hearty sturdy boys and girls — at least sturdy after they had been with us some time. The older children all went to a I ' rench school conducted on the grounds and joined in organized recreation after school hours. We American girls had great fun teaching them American games in French ' and progressed famously, all things considered, until it came time for disciplinary action. Then with all our combined ocabularies we could do nothing but stutter and gesticulate wildly with our hands. Swimming in the Moselle River and basketball games fascinated them the most, because the only thing they wanted to play were war games when they dressed up in helmets and gas masks. All our well children came from nearby towns ( we were only twehe kilometers behind the lines ) which were being attacked by gas, shells and bombs, and all of them were sent to us by the mayor of their town or their parents because they were too little to put on and keep on their gas-masks. Can you imagine the thoughts, hearts and minds of the children up to eight years of age who could remember nothing save of a world at war — the nightly airplane raids (even over our camp), the rush to the trenches for safety, the rattling of the windows by the concussion of the guns, the nights oddly dark " because, Mademoiselle, the sky is not lit up by bursting shells " ? It was with these children — the future of France — with which we American girls had the rare privilege of working. To tell more would be only to convince you that high school, and as much more education as possible, must be completed before you may have the privilege of entering world problems to serve with friendship as your gift. Ruth Hevnemax ' 13. Those from the class of 1919 who are attending U. C. are: Marion Dallam. Harriet Parsons, Beatrice Blake, Ruth Younger, Charlotte Arnold, Vera Bern- hard. Isabelle Ryan, Phyllis Brown. I- " mmv Lou Cox. Helen Law. and Adrienne Demarest. Mildred Allen ' Iv is taking a postgraduate course at the Anna Head School. Cornelia Van A ' yck ' 19 has been spending the winter in .Switzerland, but has gone to France for the early spring. Margaret Xoble ' 19 is taking a course at A to Zed. Mr. and Mrs. Philip E. Gier (Ruth Kelsey ' 17 ) are living in Berkeley at the Virginia Street home of Mrs. Ciier ' s parents. Mrs. ' alter P. Treat announces the marriage of her daughter, Aileen, to Mr. Frederick St. Goar, on Saturday, August 6, 1919. Mr. and Mrs. St. Gear have taken an apartment in Green Street. San Francisco. Mr. and Mrs. . H. Farley announce the marriage of their daughter, Edith ( ' 17), to Mr. Wellington T. Switzer, on .Saturday, November S. L ' L . [311 Mrs. J. D. Sproul announces tlie marriage of her daughter, Marion, tf) Mr. Maurice V. Kelley. on Tuesday, August 26, l ' )l ' ' . Marion Haviland ' 17 has announced iier engagement to Frank Kelsey Haight, of Berkeley. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert (iray Hills (May Legault) announce the hirtli of a daughter, Janice Marie Hills, March 24, I ' MS. Mrs. Hubley announces the marriage of her granddaughter, Dorothy Edinger, to Captain Benjamin Knapp, on Monday, May 12, 1919. Helen Newton ' 19 has announced her engagement to Mr. Walter A. Morgan. The wedding will be an event of the early spring. Ruth Hevnemann ' 13 has just returned from France, where she serxed with the Red Cross and Y. ' . C. A, Edith High ' 19 has just returned from an extended visit in Xew (Jrleans. Mr. and Mrs. Ernest F. Reichman announce the marriage of their daughter, DorotliN- { ' 17), to Mr. Clifton Hammond ' alker, on Tuesday, November 8, 1919, at the Clift Hotel. Mr. and Mrs. Hammond are making their home at Edgewood, California. Mr. and Mrs. Ceorge P. Hersey announce the marriage (jf their daughter. Myrtle (ex- ' l ' )), to Robert Schick, on Monday, May 5, 1919, at Long Beach, California. Mr. and Mrs. A. . Thornton announce the marriage of their daughter, (jrace (Jenexiexe. to Lieutenant E. L. Thomas, on ednesday, . pril 23, 1919. Mr. and Mrs. B. A. Havne announce the marriage of their daughter, Margaret, to Mr. Maurice E. Harrison, on Monda} ' , June 16, 1919. Marion Mggin ' 1. was married to Merwyn M. Isham on .Saturday, September 13, V V . Greba Armstrong has announced her engagement to Frank W ' ehe, Jr. Frances Worden ' 17 has sent out cards for her marriage to Mr. Robert Christy of Alameda. Mr. and Mrs. Ward Dawson ( I{linor Ulil ' 16) have mo cd from Xew ' ork and are living in Piedmont. Carmen Stolp ' 1 ' ' is attending Mills College, and iias taken u[i short-story writing and journalism. -Sallv Robbins ' 1 ' ' is attending Miss Fitch ' s School in New York. She will graduate in June and plans going down to Annapolis for Commencement ' eek. Franchon Collum ' 18 is now in Los Angeles, studying at the Denis- ' hawn School of Dancing. Lorene Landsberger ' 19 is isiting in Honolulu. + + l. MlCMOUI.-XiM I M. R(;. ui-:t ( ;k, h. m paaooziDnannaaDiziaDCJiziizian Qeiixi Ox Saturday, October thirteenth, Jessie Mott was hostess at a dainty luncheon, given at Techau Tavern. The table was elaborately decorated with red roses and ferns, . fter luncheon, the party went to the theatre. Those who were present from the Anna Head School were Barbara Bruner, Carolyn Rodolph and Rebecca Gray. The Rodolph home in Oakland was the scene of an attractively appointed dance on the thirty-first of October, at which Doris and Carolyn Rodolph acted as hostesses. The house was beautifully decorated and a U. C. orchestra furnished the music. Those whose names are familiar as the Anna Head School girls who attended the affair were ' era I.ewis, larian Dallam, Rebecca Gray and Barbara Bruner. Ramona Schacht was hostess at a dance given at the Shattuck Hotel on Xovember sixth. Those who enjoyed the affair were Beth Shilling, Carolyn Rodolph. Barbara Bruner. E ' elyn Nash. Margaret Xoble. Roberta Holmes, Jessie Mott, Gertrude and Elna Ramselius. Anna M ' atson entertained at a delightful luncheon at her home in Oakland on Saturday, Xovember fifteenth. The girls from the Anna Head School were Elizabeth Thomas, Dorothy Foss. Patricia Sizer, Lurline Parker. Helen Parsons and Margaret Kendall. - n enjoyable luncheon was gi ' en on Xovember twenty-eighth, Frances Dabney acting as hostess. The guest list included the names of Lurline Parker. Helen Parsons, Patricia Sizer, Hester Crane, Elizabeth Thomas and Dorothy Foss. -A. delightful dinner party was given on December nineteenth by Ruth Armstrong. The guests were Hally Pomeroy, Jane Stow, Carolyn Horner. .■ drienne Leonard and Helen Carr. [ With a novel progressive dinner, Geraldine Gannon, Hally Pomeroy, Helen Carr, Carolyn Horner, Adrienne Leonard and Eloise McCleave entertained on the night of December thirteenth. The guests were juniors and seniors who later attended the junior-Senior Dance. December thirteenth was the date of an enjoyable tea given by Kloise McClave. The Anna Head School girls who enjoyed the afternoon were Ruth McBride, Helen Carr, Phyllis Kett, Dorothy Mills, Dorothy Kinney, jane Stow, Adrienne Leonard and Hally Pomeroy. Betty Brock ' s hospitality. Paul McCoy ' s orchestra, the Sequoia Country Club, with its rooms decorated generously with greens, furnished one of the most delightful eyenings of the school year. Supper was served at twei e and the dancing continued until one. Among those invited to enjoy this affair were Dorothy Mills, Beatrice Ellsworth, Katherine Brokhausen, Ruth McBride, Geraldine Gannon, Elizabeth Bruner, Marion Norton, Rowena Steirly, Kathleen Grattan, Dorothy Kinney and Betty Bibbins. Elizabeth jacobi presided at a daintily appointed tea given at the Palace Hotel on February fourteenth. The majority of the guests were from across the Bay, but included Barbara Simpson and jane Stow from the Anna Head School. The Orpheum was the scene of a delightful theatre party given by Evelyn Nash on the afternoon of Februarys fourteenth, held in honor of Miss Ruth Toby, an intimate friend of the hostess, from the East. A few of her school friends, including Roberta Holmes, Ramona Schacht, Alberta Foute, Marian .Shaw and Tay Cutler, were present. Preceding the Berkeley Junior Assembly, an attractive dinner part}- was given by Phyllis Kett. The decorations were in Valentine ' s Day motif. Among those who attended were Hally Pomeroy, Beatrice Ellsworth and tieraldine (iannon. Saturday, February twenty-first, was the date set for a luncheon and theatre party presided over by Beatrice Ellsworth. The Ellsworth home in Piedmont was the scene of the luncheon and the party later adjourned to the Orpheum. Kathleen Grattan, Helen Hardy. Phyllis Kett, K atherine Brokhausen, Geraldine Ciannon and Hally Pomeroy were the guests from Head ' s. Kathleen Cirattan was hostess at a delightful dance on the twelfth of March. St Patrick ' s Day decorations were carried out. The girls from the Anna Head School wlio attended were Betty Brock, Betty Bibbins, Dorothy Kinney, Ruth McBride, Phyllis Kett, Katherine Brokhausen, Hally Pomeroy and Beatrice Ellsworth. Helen Carr entertained informally on the afternoon of March ninth. Among the guests were Adrienne Leonard, Ruth Armstrong, (Jeraldine Gannon, Ruth McBride. Phyllis Kett, Carolyn Horner, h ' .my Lou Cox, jean Russell, Ruth Younger, Harriet Parsons, Charlotte Arnold and Blossom Blake. Evelyn Nash and Roberta Holmes presided as hostesses at an Oriental -% luncheon on April third. The table carried out the Oriental scheme. Later the party went to the Orpheum. Those invited were Dorothy Perkins, Tay Cutler, Barbara Simpson, Katherine Hendricks, Elna and (Gertrude Ramselius. Alberta Foute and Katherine Brokhausen. Patricia Sizer was hostess at an informal luncheon April first, entertaining Frances Dabney, Lurline Parker. Anna Watson and Valentine McGillycuddy. On April tenth Beth Shilling was hostess at a miscellaneous shower, given in honor of Mrs. William Vaughn (Janice TobrinerV Those who enjoyed the affair were Gertrude and Elna Ramselius, Esther Robbins, Carolyn Rodolph, Barbara Bruner, Helen Boggs, Ramona Schacht and Rebecca Gray. An elaborate tea was given by Ruth McBride on the twentv-sixth of . pril. It was one of the largest affairs of the school season, about one hundred and fifty invitations being sent out. Among those who assisted the hostess in receiving were Helen Carr. Hall - Pomeroy. Phyllis Kelt, Geraldine Gannon. Adrienne Leonard. Barbara Ames. Anita Glass and Marjorie Sanborn, three members of the " Bona Fide Club. " gave an Easter party on April third for the little children of South Berkeley. The main event was an Easter egg hunt, which caused much excitement and jo}- in the hearts of the little kiddies. A big surprise came in the form of the announcement of the marriage of Mildred Corsen and Gerald Beaver, of Alameda, on March e!e enth. For the present the young couple will reside at the Corsen home in Alameda. The groom is a freshman at the Cniversity of California and Mildred is a junior here, well known and well liked. WHATWEDO A E-MAVE SPRING- F£vER-NOW-flNO-ThEN [ - - J Have cLocK-d ??( GArcoN ! The Street u CIeanihc Iiep ' TlV. What? . ,Sk 1 Seven Lone ' LeveVi 50 r,xxji 1 -ti€r WHV -Ocylisni Ride. mm fIb 2 Nl NEcC OFHEM1LI HT6 RTEO ilzEs ' L 37 J SAVE THE pieces! Miss Taher (explaining a Math, problem) — Xow watch this board closely and I ' ll run through it. E. Nash — I wondei what time it is? I ' m invited out to dinner at six, am my watch isn ' t going. R. Holmes — Too bad they didn ' t in ite )()ur watch, too! QUESTION ! Which looks the best, a girl in silk stockings shivering, or a girl in woolen stockings being tickled to death? ITINERANT A. Robinson — One cake of soap goes a long way, doesn ' t it? G. Strain — Yes, if ) ' ou don ' t put it under lock and key. R. Steirly — I went home to see my family last week. . Comstock — How did you find them? R. Stcirlx — Oh, 1 knew v liere the ' lived! ? ' M ... »r Small Boy ( to the country postmas- ter) — Mother ses this ' ere stamp is a wrong ' un. Father ' s Hcked it, mother ' s licked it, me sister ' s licked it, and we ' ve all licked it, and it won ' t stick. — London Tid Bits. Hark, hark, good people, whde I rave About the gently rolling wave! Nay, not that green and briny, kind Miich in the ocean one doth find. But that which oft is seen at home Reclining on ye ivory dome. And how hath hair so recent straight Been made to curl upon the pate? Ah ! the secret of that wavy top Is found in ye Marinello Shop; Or, even in the best of homes, ' Tis caused bv water and some combs ! But now, my friends, enough of that. For we must speak about the rat I Of course, } ' ou all ha e seen the beast, Alive, dead, or stuffed, at least. But did you know, withstand the shock. That some are hid beneath the lock? Yes, as many a maid confesses, Rats pufT out the lovely tresses. They ' re made to suit each kind of head. Yellow, brown, and even red, But oh ! what flatness would appear If Hamlin ' s Piper should come near! Oh o u CD o o «3 o 0 •- -2 r- - f o !U — c = t: n re i- ■ = ™ j; iZ ' ' , " re T3 re M re -. TO Qj • 2 -a ■t: t« o i: j= .2? c ° re n-3 ' ' o-S o — . 9 re re u 5 c 1 ; u re d- •: n o -2 = t; re ™ o , o •a ' is- i5:o rere tfSJJtlre raC ;s;s,5 £QiE-.!s:swfcq- bo re y. 1; re o T3 — re I re M 5 re E ■:■. o c T3 „ • zj re 6 ■ ? 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Ellszcorth — How well you are looking this m(jrning. P. Gannon — ' es. I ' m looking for a girl who owes me fifty cents. P. Clark — Do you take a cold shower every morning? G. Hurt — Yes, I eat grapefruit regularly for breakfast. a chair. First Rooinniate — hat ' s become of all our furniture? Seeond Roommate — It ' s that habit you have of asking our friends to take A DOTTY ANSWER Miss Tuber (in (ieometry) — What is a straight line? A ' . Holmes — A line is an extended dot ! [rd ] OLD STALLS E. Nash (in French) — Oh, Mademoiselle, I ' N ' e done the wrong lesson I R. Stcirly (in Frencli ) — I can spell it, hut I can ' t pronounce it! B. Siiiif ' son (in History after someone else has answered the i|uestion ) — Oh— I knew that ! . Conistock (gazing out of the window) — Will you please repeat the (|uestion ? R. Holmes — May I look at }our English note book a minute? Freshmen green. Seniors gray — ' Tis simply green grass Turned to hav ! " no more " ( A SENIOR LAMENT) No more the clanging bell shall start our day, Or speed our lagging footsteps on the way. No more will we our feeble voices blend In morning songs which tender ears offend. No more those narrow stairs we ' ll upward wend To study-hall, which seems to lia e no end. No more will we in Botany enjo - Miss Porter ' s frowns, so stern and yet so coy. No more to us will dear Miss Peckham say, " (lirls, ' our map-books are due today! " No more to her will we with tears explain ' hy ours aren ' t done, and see the look of pain Which quickly spreads her features o ' er As, unheeding, she puts down a four ! No more will we the recess luncheon swallow, Trying in ain to fill that aching hollow. No more for our ears will Miss Taber knell That thing that means so much — the bell ! No more to English will we laughing go, Only to meet with some relentless blow. Such as a written lesson, or a theme On which no human being could C7 ' cii dream. Xi) more will we sit silently and curse While Miss Moore reads Amy Lowell erse. No more to us will Miss Herpsberger cry. " , s Latin scholars, girls, you can ' t get by! " I ' ' - ' I « ' You ' re to be shot at sunrise! That gives you seventeen hours of grace. ' If you please, sir. T ' d rather have them with AHce. " —Fa ? Record. NATURALLY ! D. Perkins — How are ou going to vote? T. Cutler — If it rains, in my mackintosh. P. Kelt — And did he really say I was dove-like? H. Dai ' is — No, not exactly. He said you were pigeon-toed. BIG-MINDED D. Pass — She seems so narrow-minded in an argument! L. Parker — Xot at all. She admits there are two sides to the question: her side and the wrong side ! Sentimental Mary — Oh, don ' t you love to cuddle up against the good old .Spring and feel the gloriousness of it? Mere Man — I don ' t know; I ' ve always slept on a mattress. — Yale Record. L Norton — Oh ! I got a bid to the senior dance ! G. Gannon — A bib? .1 , Norton — N o, stupid, a bid. What would I want with a bib at a dance? G. Gannon — Oh. I dunno. I though it might be a dinner dance. P. Clark — A man shadowed me all the way down town yesterday. . StozL ' — Heavens, did you scream? P. Clark — Of course not. He carried mv umbrella. THE RECIPE Little beams of moonshine. Little hugs and kisses, Make the little maiden Change her name to Mrs. H. Parsons — Did you get the third problem? H. Crane — No. H. Parsons — How near were you to the right answer? H. Crane (thinking) — Five seats away! r,.3 ncrcmm mm ' hmos I mmwv O - ' %(? CiRRIF. ' ON AT THK JDNIOR RAFTLE HiADS FINISHJSD HARKERS A r THREE SENIORS AlfflQTmCKD THEIR ENOACJEMENTS . " MOOREITIS " REACHEn ITS CRISIS T i THE 71R0IL CLASS GAV?: „55f,«q inna HERPSPERaSR WRITING L .SSONS MISS HERP3P. 04 THE fcuSSIANETTES FIRST INDITED FERVENT CORRESPONDEKCE ' ' fl fi-7a L6 v -T 6 vC TlUhjfMt - ' Vj V 4 -t-- -«. L t ' " lo. " ' • Jyty M yXj ? - i H

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