East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1910 volume:

(EarMnal PUBLISHED ANNUALLY BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE EAST HIGH SCHOOL MINNEAPOLIS Volume Four THE HOOK OF THE CLASS OF 1910 £Eu the faculty nf thr tael ftiyh rhuul. iu atfrr-ttuualr ayyrrriatiuu uf llir yatirurr. rnuruur auh lari niilli uihlrh thry haur ruhurrh ub anb iuntrurlriJ ub fur four yrars. tnr hrMralr tliiB Hunk uf thr (Class uf jXiurtPru Ijuuftrrh Sru We have not made this book ourselves. In every part of the work, our friends have contributed largely to its success. We thank them, one and all. for their suggestions. their contributions and their financial support. In particular, we wish to thank Mr. Webster. Miss Jeter and Miss McDill. for expert editorial advice, and Mr. Pendleton, who has helped us at every stage in the making of the book. We also wish to thank Wanda Alexander for the pictures of the faculty. The writings which appear in the Literary section of this book were contributed by the following students of the Last High School: Page 67 To N — A Einar Mark! us Page 68 The Man in the Moon Helen L. Drew Odrt to a Pine Juliet Webster An Allegory Eugenia Anderson Page- 69 His Last Song Esther Swanson A Sonnet Einar Markhus Page 70 David Cameron Lucile Brown Page 71 Sonnet Lu:ile Brown Page 72 The Moonbeam s Dance Leigh Lamoreaux A Sonnet Eugenia Anderson An Ode to the Sun Shirley St. Martin Page 73 Ihe Vale of Dreams Dennis Hogan I wo Songs Helen L. Drew Page 74 '‘Bill” Goes Home May Clark Page 76 Spring Dorothy Dollenmayer Twins Eugenia Anderson Page 77 Jane Genevieve Manda Roberts Helen Dunn Page 79 Solitary Dennis Hogan A Lost Money Bag Ella Rundquist Spring Valeria Ladd Page 80 Types Seen in a Street-Car Estella Blair Page 81 The Sea Elizabeth Johnson Page 82 Chrysanthemum Florence MrGraw The Springtime Raymond Shannon Page 83 To an Aeroplane Leigh Lamoreaux I o a Kitten Mary Gable Page 84 An Ode to a Canary Robert Doherty An Ode Catherine McGregor A Life Saver r, cElie (Earftutal Inarfc Editor In (£ltirf LAURENCE CADY SuflinFHfi fHanaurr STANLEY HAYNES AfiBiiriatr iEttlora ART Helen Drew Valeria Ladd LITERARY Eugenia Anderson Laura Merrill Thorgny Carlson Dennis Hogan ORGANIZATIONS Allison Gable Jessie Phillips SOCIETY Marjorie Mix Helen Knowlton ATHLETICS 6 William Young. Howard Patterson CElaas flf 3JmtP 19111 EUGENIA ANDERSON: Won't you ever got to work? AGNES ARMSTRONG: Sh!—but iho want to do hor hair like Lena Boohmo't. BERNICE ARMSTRONG: Jimmy-chaser ELIZABETH BARTON: “If wi� hc� wore horse . beggars might rido.' CLARA BENSON: “An' the goblins 'll git you, if you don't WATCH OUT!” EVELYN BENSON: Whew! How capably hr manage ihr school! MIRIAM BEST: Mr. Ackerson's Best warbler. LENA BOEHME: —of the marble heart. JAMES BOODY: A Bible-� cholar here among u� ! Shade of Jonah! EDWIN BUELL: Here 1 come; creep, creep, creep, mousey! SADIE BUSH: She dwelt among the untrodden way Beside the springs of Dove. A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. LAURENCE CADY: ’Twere easier to believe His temperament artistic. If he didn't dress it up In a manner anarchistic. 10 GUDRUN CARLSON: —sister to the immortal Thorgny—and then some. THORGNY CARLSON: Thatched was the roof- ANA CHRISTENSEN: Noted?—Ah. yes.—for brilliant constructions in Virgil. HAROLD CRAM: Attracted by people of artistic ability; one artist Dren him to the Senior parly. LULU DARROW: She look’d at me as she did love. And made sweet moan. Oh. rats! 11 HELEN DE HAVEN: EDWIN DILI.MAN: The poor hook! HARVEY D1MOND: 1 am a � ad msn and a � eriou� . JOHN DIMOND: I le mu t he cut and polithed lo bring oul the luilre. IRENE DIMOCK: She never doe� today what can he pul off till tomorrow. DOROTHY DOLLENMAYER: She ha opinion on the lubjecl of hoy KATHLEEN DONAGHUE: Her mind to u� a u.tap-bag ecm� . Such lrange job-lot therein we find 12 • LUCY DORSEY: Yond Lucy has a lean and hungry look HELEN DREW: Her plea: 'Tor the rake of the class honor. COME OUT OF THE MIRE! ELM A EASTMAN: Sphinx! FLORENCE EL WELL: Sisters and brothers. little maid. How many may you be? Counting my cousins, sir? she nid. And wondering looked at me. HOWARD ESTES: A man who blushes is not i|uite a brute. HAROLD FILLMORE: Harold had a diamond ring He used in English class; He had to work like anything To pay for that new glass. Vi EDGAR FOLSOM: I sojourn here. Alone and palely loitering.'' ALLISON GABLE: All he lacks is a monocle. DAVID GILTINAN: More courage, my boy; or else the Benedictine life for yours. MYRA GOODE: Sometimes even Good(e) girls have crushes. EDNA GRAY: I love to roll a juicy bit upon my longue. ROBERT GRAY: The King of Lillipul here in our midst! 14 AIM EE GREENFIELD: A maiden knight—to me ii given Such hope. I know not fear. RUTH GRISWOLD: The prettiest and best girl in the class! [Allison Gable paid us fify cents to say this.) HELEN GROTH: Her intentions are excellent. ELSIE HANKEY: She got excused curling-iron. from school to borrow a COURTENAY HEN INC: One vast, substantial smile. BLANCHE HIGBIE: —And would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 15 CATHERINE MIXON: Out upon it. I have loved. Three whole day together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. DENNIS HOGAN: Purely French. HENRY HOULE: Hank Houle—half-brother to Mr. Hooley-defended from Mr. Hooligan! ELLA RUNDQUIS ! : Question-Box! HUGO HUNTER: Ain’t much to look at; but deep -awful deep! CLIFFORD IVES: She lov'd me foi the danger I had pa� � d And I lov’d her that he did pity them. 16 WALDO JAAX: Hit blood circulate al the temperature of Ives’ ice cream. INGVALD JOHNSON: Chemistry shark? Shark in almoit everything! ELIZABETH JOHNSON: We see her name much on the Sporting Page of the newspaper nowaday . RALEIGH KAPLAN: Romantic day-dreamer! Shame on you! ELIZABETH KEHNE: She ha A heart—how shall I � ay ) too soon made glad. loo easily impressed.” HELEN KNOWLTON: Her ultimate ambition i to he a chorus lady or a mob. 17 FRITZ KRUEGER: A bold. bid. loud-mouthed, blustering villain. VALERIA LADD: I walk, with noiseless feet, the round of uneventful yean. MAURI rz LANDGREN: Lazy people take the most pains. EVELYN LANE: “Sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn. Or up the mountain springs. BESSIE LEE: Bessie Lee, there is a he; Hully Gee! — ah, me. LUELLA LOCKERBY: She gives a side-glance and looks down. Beware! Beware! Trust her not. She is fooling thee. 18 WALTER LUNDQU1ST: Nice little boy. BERNICE McDIARMID: Purl la vero quae multum Laline loquitur! FLORENCE McGRAW: —a triumph of art and nature. EDITH McNEIL: We've been requested to say nothing—absolutely nothing—about Leigh Lamoreaux. EINAR MARKHUS: He always looks as the rest of us feel when we've been awake about eighteen seconds, early in the morning. PAULINE MARTIN: Wan of thim lamblike, bleatin', pick-me-up-an'-carry-me-or-I'll-die gurls. 19 LAURA MERRILL: A little peach-dumpling HERBERT MEYER: You are loo interesting a phenomenon to be pasted over.’ MARJORIE MIX: Why would Marjorie make a good cook? Because she’s long on the Mix. SARA MURPHY: Otherwise Sarah Spud. ADELAIDE NEWSTROM: If she be not fair to me. What care I how fair she be?' ARVID OLSON: 3) A victim of insomnia. ASLACK OSTBY: He tries lo sustain life liy swallowing hi Adam's apple. GUNHILD PAULSON: I wish that he weie come lo me. For he will come. she said. FFRDINAND PEIK: Just as cold-blooded at the rest of his species. JESSIE. PHILLIPS: I’M nol vain! HARRY SANDBERG: Blessings on thee little man. Barefoot boy. with cheeks of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons. And thy merry whistled tunes! WALTER PREINE: And melancholy mark'd him for her own.’ 21 LILLIE REBHOLZ: She hath no loyal knight and true. Oh. no! GLADYS RICHARDS: I remember, I remember, that braid she used to wear. It cost a dollar ninety-eight; it was the best of hair. MARIE SCHAETZEL: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. JULIA SEIPEL: A woman of Mark(s). LILLIAN SEVATSON: Sunny Jim.' RAY SHANNON: 22 We only pick on fellahs our size. JOYCE SHEILS: Sil (till, my beating heart! Sit atill! RUTH SKINNER: Fie on you. Shark! MARK STARRETT: Hi eyen twynkled in hi head aryghl. A doon the steeres in the fro ty nyght. THEODORA STARK: There is a young lady named Stark Whose auto has caused much remark. “To lessons, good bye! My motor! 's her cry. With its batteries, its engines, its spark! ARDELLE STURTEVANT: Tax collector for the German Society. MARION TALCOTT: We wonder whose Foreman l alcott will be! 23 HAL T1LLOTSON: Hi hosen weren of fyn scarlet rffd.” MILDRED TRUMBLE: Ha she got you lo sign the pledge yet? RUTH TUPPER: Little chatter-box! SVEA TURNS I RAND: The black-blue Irish hair and Irish eye ! CHARLOTTE VAN WINKLE: Granddaughter of Peter Sluyvesant. daughter of old Rip. EFFIE WAGNER: 24 Spoon' Spooner! Spoonissimo! CI.ARA WALLING: “Morning, noon and night her tongue doth wag. MARJORIE WILLIAMS: O perfumed suitor, spare thy smiles! Her thoughts are not of thee.” WILLIAM YOUNG: Was there ever a more misguided youth than he?” DOROTHY YANY: Nellie, the Beautiful Cloak Model. HAROLD BORST: Our goth-darned cut-up. A typical Pole WANDA Al-EXANDER: Mentor QUaaa laiu (Oftirrrfi and (Eammittrrs President—David Giltinan Vice President—Majorie Mix Secretary—Helen Drew Treasurer—Clifford Ives Sergeanls-al-Arms—Hal Tillotson, First term Laura Merrill Ray Shannon. Second term Marie Schaetzel Social Committee Majorie Mix, Chairman Theodora Stark Helen Knowlton Clifford Ives Mark Starrett Sadie Bush Evelyn Lane Howard Patterson Morton Houston David Giltinan Committee on Class Pins Allison Gable Myra Goode Committee on Class Photographs. Stanley Haynes William Young Chester Turner Committee on Class Play Helen Drew, Chairman Marie Schaetzel Gudrun Carlson Ruth Tupper Daphne Sardeson Laurence Cady David Giltinan Committee on Commencement Dennis Hogan Catherine Hixon Florence Elwell 2fi i r ©ur €ast ij)igb ■•lototor babr tarrirb Cor 8 Utbilr toitbin Cbp otorirb toalle, anb in Ibr flooD of tbp ®urr light babr Bought, from bap to bap, to pip Diocrruinglp our broabrning potorro. anb tiiin Chp bricbtrot rap. Chou gabrat frrrlp; in Our bappp orartb fair teaming ramr toitb bigb Jc anbatr to libr tbr larger IIbro of tbp Softool arbrnt rare anb rraorlroo bioripltnr. Our rbrriobrb ocbool, our bonorrb orbooMbuo on Cbp tbrrobolb bo tor etanb. r?or bo tor frar Co tbargr oursrlbro to brar tbp etanbarb on 3nb graft tbp“ampliuo’'in our libro. anb brrr ££fr bib farrtorll to tbrr. Uroab lire tbr toap IPrforr; tbrntr baste tor’gainet tbr roming bap. 27 Hhr lain January (Claas ’Talk about all your classes, but talk louder about the 1910 January graduating class, for it certainly was great. The class was organized for three school terms, the first term being the second semester of the Junior year. At the first class meeting. Russell Iollefson was elected President; and having seen his duty and nobly done it. he was re-elected for the following term. When he retired from the President’s chair, it was with the honor of having had a full year as the ruling head of the class. Elizabeth Alton, who was, at Commencement, our Valedictorian, kept the elaborate records of the class for these two terms. The vice president. Viola Vander Horck, often relieved Russell of his burdensome duties of president, when either dinner or football practice interfered with his attendance. The treasurer of the class for two terms, Douglas Elliot, hoarded enormous sums, and did not escape and go traveling in foreign lands on the money which was in his keeping. The first class party was given at the home of Bernice Reed. Different games were played, and dancing was one of the amusements of the evening. A final feature was good things to eat. The second class party was an out-door party, on Sophia Hall’s lawn. Many games, that brought back recollections of earlier days, afforded much amusement, after which refreshments were served. The last party, which was given in the last term of the Senior year, was a roaring success. A large crowd of Seniors and many invited guests assembled at the home of Antoinette Olson, where we played a great number of novel and pleasing games. Two flashlight pictures were taken, refreshments most delicious were served, and a very delightful evening was enjoyed. Harlan Smith, who later proved to be one of the most renowned actors of the class, was elected president for the last term. To him fell the arduous duties of piloting us past the rocks of the class play and the memorial, and through the shallows of Commencement time to the graduation platform. In his many duties he was ably assisted by Agnes Rooney, who held the chair of vice president. She it was who presided over the many debates concerning proper apparel, such as the momentous question of gloves or no gloves. Her common-sense advice helped to settle satisfactorily many vexing questions. Our treasurer. Russell Tollcfson. had his hands full, keeping track of all the tardy class dues. Under Russell’s bookkeeping, the class did not go into bankruptcy, as many people believed we would, but came out with about forty-nine dollars, which was left to the school as a start for a locker fund. So, here’s to the 1910—January class! 30 y aJU %“ , Wi i cy-au. IFnr ifrrahmru (Oulu I l our through the East High Hall of Fame. Personally Conducted by the Rt. Hon. Clifford Ives, Esq., of East High School. On your right. Frcshboys and Girls. says Cippy. in his stage-manager voice, stands Miss Lydia—pardon me. Mr. Willard Ackerson. Don’t look at him too long, for he is much disconcerted because Myra Goode is winking at him. and. then, as we all know, he 'won't be bothered for one minute by anyone.’ Next we behold a far handsomer person,—truly I can say with the poet. 'Little lows of banglets. little braids of hair. Make the mighty Shillock very, very fair.’ Ah. here looms a graceful. Parisian form, that of Monsieur Fyans. whose slightly parenthetical legs excel in waltzing. There is a suspicious movement to his jaws which reminds me that, 'It is rumored, it is thought By the classes he has taught. That his gum of Spearmint brand He receives from Don Brown’s hand.' A truly remarkable character is this next. Miss Mortenson. She is a faithful disciple of Demosthenes, as is shown by the fact that she improves her sonorous voice by holding a chain of lava beads in her mouth, and uses gestures galore. Her eccentricities do not end here—her vestments proclaim her a rival of Miss Shillock. “Do not be disturbed by the monkish appearance of this sombre individual.—he really is married. In fact he is never too much occupied to give excellent advice on matrimony. Hark! He is about to speak. Perhaps you will hear words of wisdom on this interesting subject. But Mr. Pendleton only says. 'No bouquets required; we carry our own with us. You may now write an essay about your favorite instructor, stating reasons for your preference.’ Behold. resumes Clifford, the Holbrook family! It is whispered that Mrs. Holbrook might mitigate the marks of Mr. Holbrook's unfortunate pupils, if she were only thus inclined. Many sad Seniors can testify, however, that she does not often do this. Persons who have seen only Mr. Holbrook and his son wonder where the latter got his good looks. Here is another interesting family group, consisting of Miss Jeter and her two 'boys’, Rastus and Sambo, most worthy black tom-cats. Miss Jeter declares that these animals possess a knowledge of English seldom equaled by her classes and that, in general intelligence, they are not surpassed by Stanley Haynes himself. The lady with the products of green-houses on her desk and the victims of her charms at her feet is Miss McDill. loved by many and hated by a few (Hunkers). Come away, you gaping mob! 38 I his man. so large in the eyes ol a Junior, is none other than Judson Roistering I owne. Juniors who have watched him performing his mysterious, solitary incantations in the laboratory, think that the object of his mystifying researches is the discovery of a new method of producing laughter. “Here is a pedagogue indeed. He really teaches Chemistry, but you could never distinguish between him and a Domestic Science teacher. Mothers of girls in his classes are quite delighted at the bread he has taught them to make. What a treasure he must be to his wife—for he is indeed a Cook. Don’t bother Miss Dana, please, for she is most conscientiously trying to make the vertical lines on the double plusses parallel. Think how terrible it would be to receive an untidy-looking double plus! ffiis IF ini t Elmuj ©rnuarra I hat which long had threatened had at last come to pass. It was inevitable, and his rejoicing was great. He had entered High School; he was nearly through the second year; but still he wore short pants.” Now, however, the shame and disgrace of it all were at an end. In none of the clothing stores did they have boy’s suits large enough to fit him. and his joys knew no bounds. At last he was to have long trousers. It was never to be forgotten, that day when he went down town to purchase his first pair of real men’s trousers. No trousers that he might buy in after years could afford half the satisfaction, could please him nearly so much as those first long ’’pants.” To him they were the acme of perfection. I hey represented the height of his youthful ambition and imagination. If he could only have seen himself as others saw him. I hose never-to-be-forgotten trousers, which were to signify his transition from a mere kid in knickerbockers to a real grown-up man. were ordinary enough. Of the most commonplace pattern, of no particular style or shape, they were, in effect, really ludicrous in the extreme. They were too long at the bottom, and hid his shoes completely. They were too long at the top. and reached nearly to his shoulders. He was completely surrounded by trousers, but he was totally oblivious to his ridiculous appearance. The day following, he started for school attired in the new purchase, which, in combination with the short jacket belonging to the old cast-off knee pants, was to bring him much undreamed of misfortune. Now he was dressed as a man should be. No longer would he be regarded by his class mates as nothing but a kid. Now he would receive his just measure of respect and perhaps even of admiration. How rudely were his hopes to be shattered! The pride and dignity with which he swaggered off to school seemed to depart as he neared the building. In their place came a fear and trembling. As he approached he was given a tumultuous and enthusiastic welcome by a howling mob. Hello, pants. Where are the pants going with the boy?’’ .Are they made of good stuff? Doesn't his mother dress him cute?”—were some of the remarks which greeted him. And then. Let’s red-owl him! shouted someone. This sentiment was instantly approved of by the crowd, and those nearest seized him and escorted him toward the old. iron hitching rail. Where was his dignity now? Where were all the respect and reverence which were to be his? All gone! Nothing was left but one impulse—to escape from his tormentors. He struggled valiantly, desperately, and succeeded in freeing himself. Down the street he fled, never once looking back nor stopping till home was reached. The next day he made his appearance in the old cast-off and much despised knee pants.” They were not so bad after all. HJutiiar (Class (Offirrrs anil (Tammittera JUNE. 1911. CLASS. President—Wendell H. Barnard. Vice President—Estella Blair. Secretary}—lone Ebe. Treasurer—James A. Lovejoy. Sergeants-at-Arms—Julie Plant. Arthur Strong. Chaplain—Arthur Boyce. Committee on Constitution— Irene Eddy. Chairman. Dan Hclmick. Etta Bornkamp. Social Committee— Estella Blair. Chairman. Julie Plant. Mildred Morse. Ridcll Stowe. Arthur Boyce. Marjorie Wellington. James A. Lovejoy. David Chatfield. Wendell Barnard. Committee on Class Pins Lynn Lindsay. Chairman. Myrle Cockburn. Grant Cray. Committee on Class Colors — Catherine McGregor, Chairman. ( uthbert Munns. Marjorie Wellington. lilll (Class iHri'tiim I he ’ll class meeting was held in the auditorium. On account of the great ’10 scandal, where the chairman closed the polls on his own nominations and so made himself president, it was decided that two Seniors of loftier principles should call the meeting. Mark Starrett and Morton Houston decided that they were the required Seniors. Mark stamped on the floor for order and in a self-conscious voice said, Nominations for President in order. Wendell Barnard received a unanimous vote for the presidency. His new shoes squeaked loudly when he climbed the stairs of the stage to make his little speech. Wendell was very conscious of his position as shepherd of the ’ I I flock, and despite the efforts of Mark to confuse him he kept his wits about him. Then came a witty(?) speech for Estella Blair as vice-president. I he vote on this was unanimous also. ITiere were shouts. Sp-e-e-ch! Sp-e-e-ch! Morton made some cute remark. There is no doubt that he is the joy of the ’ll class. Estella made her speech and dimpled most beautifully. James Lovejoy was next nominated lor treasurer by a girl. Yes, a girl! James got the nomination, as the girls’ shrieks fairly overpowered the boys’ groans. Speeches were a regular thing now. and James made his. Toward the last, however, he forgot some of the tongue twisters and he had to slip his speech out of his pocket and read it. A gallant youth came to the front, and nominated Julie Plant and George Hull as sergeants-at-arms. ’They’d make peaches at it. Someone suggested Arthur Boyce instead of George, but Morton settled the question by saying, he had Arthur reserved for chaplain, as his past life recommended him for that office. Arthur ran. pursued by six of his friends who found him crouching behind Minerva and imploring her aid. I hey picked him up bodily and carried him down the aisle and up to the stage. Just as they reached the top step, marbles began to fall from his pockets and. when a package of chewing gum came along with the marbles, it was too much for the girls, and amid shrieks of laughter they left the auditorium to angry Arthur and the boys. N. B. We call it chewing gum by order of ih expurgating committee. A soft answer turneth away wrath: but a soft whisper (in the History Library) bringeth Miss Mortenson. 39 Alark thr Sma 1 here are Stellwagcn and Paulson; Both of them have red hair; And each one has a freckle.— But yet how wondrous fair. Ah. graces twain! ye thrice by Venus blrst. (To think that she. but for ye. Dared frown on all the rest.) We envy not those rusty locks We envy not those lov—(oh. socks) But say.—how got ye pretty cherubs twa 1 he program pie in your grim paw? Charles Alcock—A study in Brown. Bernice Reed, at a Social Committee meeting; If we have a sleighride party, I want plenty of chaperons. I think the boys arc too forward. So there! Now will you be good. Reuben Russell! Mary Barney does not ride a pony any more; she owns an auto. Just because I have red hair, it’s no sign I have a temper. —Marguerite Grimm. Eittar fflarkinu? Twit. twit, tweathcr; Now I know it; I’ll bet my last pin-feather He sure is a poet. At the 5th period, during the Girls’ Glee Club practice hour. A room was the scene of much excited discussion among some Senior girls. The subject was Mr. Ackerson. They were wondering—many things. The question of his age was a ‘’hummer. but Stellwagcn kindly helped them out by asking Mr. Ackerson how old he was. Not the clatter of a hoof nor a horse’s neigh is to be heard in A room!—but there are other kinds of noises besides these. Oh. Senior. Senior, great and tall. Are you really king of all? By your stately tread, your face. One would think you owned the place. 40 FMTCUlT Principal Mr. W. F. Webster German Miss Kathrina Strohmeier Miss Anna F. Shillock French Mr. Joseph E. L. Fyans English Mr. Charles S. Pendleton Miss Jane Jeter Miss Genevieve S. McDill Miss Nadine Crump Miss Nell J. Young Miss Mary Moody Smith Miss Anna D. Dahl v Miss Alta M. Stanton Miss Elizabeth Rich Miss Sara M. Preston Latin Mr. Willard H. Ackerson Miss Julia F. Harris Miss Laura Gould Miss Edith E. Putnam Miss Elizabeth A. Scripture History Mr. David H. Holbrook Miss Mary E. Mortenson Miss Harriet M. Hawes Miss Eleanor Donaldson Mathematics Miss M. Maud Case Miss Florence M. Weston Miss Ellura Bennett Miss Lydia T. Lagerstrom Commercial Mr. Eugene D. Pennell Miss Mary H. Dana Mr. Clifton F. McClintic Drawing and Manual Training Miss Bertha L. McMillan Mr. George A. Moore Miss Lavinia B. Sterrett Mr. Floyd W. Ray Miss J. Grace Whitten. Science Miss Julia B. Clifford . . ...................Botany Mr. Judson R. Towne..’........................Physics Mr. I.ouis G. Cook........................ Chemistry 41 She IFarultti Cunrh l Scene: The lunch room, with Miss Mortenson. Miss Clifford. Miss Bennett, Miss Could. Miss Dockcn. Mr. McClintic. Mr. Wilkins (on a visit). Mr. Towne and Mr. Pendleton eating their lunch. Time: I : I 5 P. M. Miss Clifford (telling story): l he teacher asked. ‘Johnny, what makes you so foolish?’ The boy replied. ‘It’s my ma’s fault. She makes me sleep under a crazy-ouilt.’ Enter Mr. Holbrook, astonished at the noise the dignified teachers are making. He sits down across the table from Miss Jeter. He is soon followed by Mr. Fyans and Miss Strohmeier. Mr. Fyans carries both trays, and sits down by Miss Bennett, who sniffs very audibly. After two or three minutes, he moves away. Mr. I owne: When I was a little boy. and was sent to get a molasses jug full of water. I filled the jug level full and then put in the cork with a blow (illustrating with his hands). The jug burst; and of course 1 was a verv surprised little boy. (Mr. 1 owne looks around him to see il everyone is laughing at his joke. He finds that they are laughing, but whether at the joke or at him. he cannot determine.) Mr. Cook (not to be out-done): Well. I was over at the University the other day. when a fond father came over to see Dean Downey. ‘My son tells me that he has taken all the mathematics required. the father argued. No.‘ replied Dean Downey, ‘he didn’t toko them. He was only exposed. (Mr. Cook throws back his head and laughs, while everyone else wonders how much farther he could open his mouth, if he really tried.) Enter Miss Harris. After much consideration and many implied invitations from Mr. Fyans’ eyes, she edges around the table and sits down beside him. Mr. Fyans: There’s a new girl at the lunch counter. When 1 asked for my iray she handed me Miss Lagerstrom’s. I suppose she thought the name looked French. Everyone svmpathizes with monsieur. Miss Harris: Mr. McClintic. I hear that in the fourth period you have signal prac- tice instead of C ommercial Law. Mr. McClintic looks around for Mr. Webster, and is relieved at not finding him. Enter Miss McDill. She sits down and is soon followed by Mr. Webster, who stands in the doorway, with his head on one side and with one eye squinted. He then enters and sits down by Miss Me Dill. I hey hold an exclusive conversation. 42 Mis? Jeter: Lately. I have been accused of misrepresenting facts. I wish to lay this whole matter before you and ask for your decision. Now, Miss Gould, bring on your alligator! Just bring on your alligator! Miss Gould and Mr. Wilkins suddenly remember a—pressing engagement. They take up their unfinished lunches and hurriedly leave the room. Mr. Pendleton (after order is restored): I fancy that you all went to see Billie Burke. Miss Jeter: I did. Miss McDill: Weren't they the most typical bride and groom? Mr. Webster: “I think it’s one of the best things I've seen this year. Miss Jeter (rising with her tray, mocking Billie Burke and looking straight at Mr. Holbrook): Kiss me. ’cause the room is cold!” Mr. Holbrook’s eyes fairly stick out of his head: Mr. Webster jumps up. shouting with laughter: Mr. Fyans beats on his plate with his knife; Miss Bennett pounds Mr. Pendleton on the head with her tray; everyone is most hilarious. After about ten minutes the pow-wow subsides. Silently the teachers all pick up their trays and softly Meal away. U,hr (Hark A prrlatiir JJayrr It is most surprising that so elderly a gentleman as my friend. Sir Roger, should have such a thorough understanding of. and deep sympathy for. the rising generation. It is the more remarkable since he has never had iny children of his own. nor associated with any others than those of his own parish. Yet he seems to have made a careful study of their habits, their likes and dislikes: and. contrary to the attitude of most of the grown folks of today, he thinks that children are .iot a? all an insignificant portion of the population. “I have been visiting several class-rooms during the past few- weeks. ’ said he, and it is appalling to discover how wholly out of sympathy with the scholars some teachers arc. They seem to forget entirely the fact, that childien have their grievances and their eccentricities. In some classes. I have found that where a certain child’s personality and failings irritated the teacher, he made no effort to conceal his dislike for the pupil, no effort whatever to look at things from that child's point of view. I have heard this teacher condoled by others, for the difficult and unruly children he had to deal with, when the proper attitude would be to sympathize with the pupil because of so uncongenial a teacher. When a nation finds its ruler wholly out of sympathy, those who wish to destroy the ruler’s despotism resort to bomb-throwing. The pupil, quick to resent a wrong, rebellious against unsympathetic rule, resorts to the tack. It is his bomb. He resorts. I say. to the little tack: it is the only thing that will bring about a change of policy. It i bound to result, at once, in quick action. 4.‘t I was much interested in this discourse, having always looked at the subject, as I told Sir Roger, from the teacher’s point of view. Indeed. I have always considered all tack episodes as unprincipled pranks of the pupil. You will find. said Sir Roger gravely, that the pupil generally has a reason for his action. Some teachers have never had cause to fear the tack; and if you observe closely, they are the ones who are interested in their pupils. They need have no fear. But others meet frequently with the tack, and I. myslf, without wishing to seem too uncompromising and too vindictive, would heartily recommend, in very extreme cases, not one tack but a plenteous sprinkling. Mr. Pendleton: What instrument was Lycidas playing? After patiently waiting for an answer from one of the class, he quietly said. Harp. Lyre! shouted modest little Ruth Tupper, who woke up just at that moment. Kathleen Donaghue had very hesistatingly answered that Jubal was a Bible character. Yes. Mr. Pendleton said, assuringly, whenever you don’t know who a character is, you are usually safe in saying he is from the Bible. Mr. Pendleton, the next day— Who is Jove? James Boody—After a lengthy meditation. “Why.—a Bible character.—isn’t he? When school’s last lessons have ended. And the water tank’s bottom is dried. And the oldest ink stains have faded. And the flies on the lunch counter died, Wc shall rest and. faith, we shall need it; Lie down on the soft, green grass. Forget what we knew about lessons. Cones, prisms or water-gas. 44 ®ltf tamprbr in thr IGibrani l ime, 1910, of course. Place, English library. Hour, 1 p. m. Many Seniors are seen making frantic efforts to divide twenty books among seventy-five students. Mr. P.— How now. what’s this? Whence all this noise and uproar? Mcthought I heard a clatter of hoofs, or worse. An armed revolution! Speak. I say! Why all this strife and pulling hair, my friends? Come, out with it, and briefly, too! Mark, hold a moment where you stand. Why. sir, why tear that book in twain? And George.—yes, you, —don’t pull poor Ives' coat off. Now. peace, a moment, while I do inquire, For I will know the cause of this confusion. James B. (very softly) — 'Twill profit not, friend Ives, for you to squeal. For if you do. then shall I twist your ear. And make your howling similar to that Which a small porker caught beneath a fence Produces. Yield that book, or I will do These things, and some things else besides. Ives— Ouch! Pray you. sir,—Egad.—refrain; Let go that ear, I say; in faith, my friend. The thing’s not nailed, and might, perchance, come off. Now I did have this book before you came. And I shall have it after you are gone. For though you mighty are of brawn, my boy. Yet other things do count: I had it first. So I will just retain it.—Gang’way, then! James B.— Nay, just a moment, please, I gently pray. For I have still this ear, you know, kind sir. This much I’ll do for you. I will be fair. I have a proposition, sir; 'tis this: Now, you may take this ear where’er you go. And keep it all your days, and it may be 45 A resting place for all things sour and sweet That care to stop there while on earth you dwell; I his car that Nature gave you. you may keep. I give it freely; you with it endow. If you surrender straight this little “Swift. If otherwise. I twist and screw it thus---- Ives— Ouch! Murder! Help! Let go that ear. I say! 1 he line is busy; please ring off! Avaunt! Fillmore— Le go, le'go. Cram, give me quick that book. Tor I am ’way behind, you know—of course. And all my notes must written be tonight. If some persuader you do need, my friend. Just look at what I hold within my palm. Mark carefully its shape and form, and know Its name is plain;—’tis simply called a pin; A long, sharp, bloody bodkin, tis, forsooth; And boring holes its mission is. in life. Cram— Peace, peace, pray, keep the peace. Fillmore! I do protest I need no demonstration. Thought you I had to have the point made plain? Fie, fie. upon you lor your cowardly blow! There, as you pluck your implement away, Mark how the blood ol innocence doth follow it; Behold this garment, stained with gore; Look, in this place ran Fillmore’s bodkin through; Sec, what a rent the envious Harold made— Frit . Krueger (tragically) — O. piteous spectacle! Blanche Higbie (hysterically)— O, woful day! Mr. P. (very sternly) — Well, do you think, sirs, that I'll wait all day? I want an explanation ol this fray. 1 11 lot son— Good Mark, lor friendship’s sake, I pray, forbear To take the scalp off. with the hair;—don’t do it. For if you did. my brains might rattle out; Oh. what a rattle would there be. forsooth. 46 Mark— Well, though 'twould be too bad. I cannot help it; I've got to read a hundred pages. Hal, And bum the midnight oil in gallons now. So give me up that book. I say. 1 cannot wait Or I will take some more of your cheveux. Mr. P. (sternly, as before) — Well. boys. I'm waiting longer now Than e'er I did before or will again. Ives— (Aside) — When 1 do get this book beneath my vest. (Aloud) — I’ll tell you all about it. Fillmore (thrusting Ives behind him) — Your most Fxalted Fxcellency should be Informed the cause of all this turmoil here. Tis briefly put; the truth, my liege, is this: We’ve had so many references assigned. That strenuous measures we must use, alas. To get our lessons;—sad it is. but true. Mr. P— Well, is that all? I'll put a stop to that. I'll ask the city fathers to provide More books—I’ll have this difficulty righted: Down with your arms, and peacefully Return you to your homes—I’ll look about And have some things adjusted. Now disperse. Giltinan— So mote it be. (Dave slinks off with two books under his coat, one for him and one for her.) CURTAIN. The debate team was at Mr. Holbrook's house. Raihle (to Mr. Holbrook): Don’t you think that in the debate we ought to admit corruption under the present system? (1 urmng to Carlson) Carlson. I guess we had belter go home. Mr. Holbrook (still scratching his head over the first question): Yes, (long pause) I think you had better, too.” Miss Strohmeier— Is the weather warm or cold. Leona? Leona B-— ’Taint really neither. 47 3n Sixjh Brngeattrr thrrr is Nnblr rorn” Miss Harris: Mr. Fyans: Miss Young: Mr. Cook: Mr. Acker son: Miss Stanton: Miss Me Dill : Miss Slrohmcicr: Mr. Holbrook: Miss Jeter: Miss Halves: Mr. Pendleton: Miss Lagerslrom: Miss Mortenson: Miss Shillock: Mr. Toxvne: Mr. McCliniic: Miss Cose: Miss IVeston: I come to bury Caesar. Sweet Auburn! loveliest of the plain. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden upon. Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends Cooks.” There is no tenor, Cassius, in your threats. When I ope my lips, let no dog bark.” One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. t Delightful task! to rear the tender thought. I To teach the young idea how to shoot. Short is my date, but deathless my renown. Forbear sharp speeches to her.” “He sits high in all the people’s hearts. What’s in a name? Fie on you!” All that glitters is not gold. Laughter, holding both his sides. But coach! coach! coach! oh. for a coach, ye gods! j Her voice was ever soft. I Gentle and low.—an excellent thing in woman. The most unkindest cut of all.” OH! LOOK WHO’S HERE! I here is a man in our school, And he is wondrous wise. And though he knows the Physics book. For jokes he takes the prize. He tells the same one every day. And loudly laughs in glee, f'or, in his estimation. He’s as funny as can be. Although the class can’t see the point. They smile; O yes. that’s true. They know that if they don’t, you see. They never will get through. 48 A (tiuriral 'Bintil (Hass Mr. Ackerson: Can't you people gel to your seats any sooner? I've put down six zeros already, just because two of you were late and some others talked after they had taken their scats. It seems to me that pupils your age could learn how to behave once in a while. I’ve had to send one boy up to the olhcc this morning, and I expect there’ll be some more before the day is over. Now we’ll begin the lesson. Bernice, please recite. (Bernice McDiarmid breaks all her former records by translating fifteen lines in one and three-quarters minutes.) I wish all of you people recited like that. Don't you ever go over your lessons more than three times? Why. one girl told me the other day that she only spent two hours on her Virgil. I don’t know what this class is coming to. I know three who will fail absolutely this month if they don’t recite any better than they have been doing lately. I shan’t mention any names, but the people I’m talking about will surely know whom I mean. (Taps on the desk with his pen knife.) Marie Schaetzel. please stop that everlasting whispering. Sadie, go on. please, with the translation. (Sadie is unprepared.) Well, there’s another zero. Next. Helen Drew, you try it. (Helen recites two pages and expires with a gasp.) ('hat'll do. Now John, your turn. (John Hills recites.) There’s one place in there I don’t believe you are sure of. (Pauses, glances up. and secs some people in the back of the room, talking. We’ll have to stop now. John, and wait for some people to stop their conversation, so that we can continue the recitation. If they haven’t got anything else to do except talk. I think they can profit by studying their Latin. I hey can’t afford to waste their time in idle gossip. Please take your own seat. Mary; and hereafter, keep it while my class is reciting. My! There’s so much disturbance here. I’ll get up on my ear in a minute. Go on please. Blanche, I hope we shan’t be interrupted by people who have nothing to do but fool away their time in school. (Blanche recites.) Now. I’ll go over the lesson again. (Translates the lesson and thiee lines for the next day.) Dear me! I’ve translated some extra lines. Well, take five lines extra foi tomorrow, then. (1 he bell rings.) Mr. Holbrook, in Political Economy, (scratching his head, absentmindedly) : Can’t expect to grow cotton here! Bright Pupil (aside): Can’t expect to grow cotton where n oo ought to grow, but doesn’t. Gaylord Hunt: (in Mediaeval History) “In the Mediaeval towns they instituted Graft Guilds.” Miss Hawes: No. Gaylord, it is Craft Guilds. Graft Guilds were instituted in modern times. Miss Rich was dictating a list of books to a Freshman Class. When she pronounced I he Hoosier Schoolmaster, one poor Freshv wrote with great alacrity. Who's your Schoolmaster? 50 rtr— (flimiatnj (Class Mr. Cook—'‘Well, who looks innocent this morning? (Pauses two minutes, and surveys the class.) Sandberg, please recite. (Pauses two minutes more; tilts back in his chair, scratches his head, and looks at Harry Sandberg, who begins to show signs of embarrassment.) Tell me—oh, well, tell me what a supersaturated solution is. Don’t you know? Well, never mind; there are others in the class. I dare say. who don’t know, either, fry this then. What is a solution?” H. Sandberg— A solution is a--------” Cook— Don’t you know that either? Very good. That'll do for today. I have some very interesting experiments to show you. (Points to apparatus.) This affair is set up to show you people the process of electrolysis. Electrolysis? Oh, that’s just the term used. Now Gable. I guess I'll let you recite. Not prepared? Don’t feel so bad about it. Allen. I suppose you can tell us something on this subject. Not guilty, huh? Well. I see I’ll have to use electrolysis to separate this class from its knowledge. Giltinan. can you tell me the formula for borax?” Giltinan— Na2 something O7. Mr. Cook— Na- B. 0 . Very good! Why. I’ll have a banner class here. I brought this (lifting up a long ax from behind his desk) for this class, but I see I won’t have to use it. That reminds me of a good story I heard the other night, etc. (After returning to the subject of the discussion.) Can you tell me what the symbols stand for. that girl over on the end there? (Loud pounding on the door. Mr. Cook goes to the door and admits Michael Jalma). Why. Michael, where have you been, my wandering boy? Got kind of lonesome, did you, and wanted to join the class? (Jalma takes his seat, and the hilarity of the class subsides.) Who and what was I talking to and about? Oh. yes. Fillmore, tell us all you know on the subject. Fillmore— Um—well, ah! I’m not sure—’’ Mr. Cook— I sec. Harold, you’re on the wrong track. It's just like that story about the engine I told you yesterday. Ruth Tupper, suppose you tell us what the symbols stand for. Ruth Tupper—“Na. sodium; B. boron; O. oxygen.’’ Mr. Cook—“Now class. I want you to be more exact. Can't you tell me whether the numbers stand for the amount by weight or volume? (Ruth’s answer is unheard in a wild pounding at the door.) Mr. Cook—“That sounds like Cady. (Ushers in Laurence Cady.) Well, class, don’t you think it would be a kind. Christian act to take up a collection to buy Cady an alarm clock? Oh. say.— (He disappears into the laboratory, and returns just in time to see Harold Fillmore amusing a couple of girls by hitting one of the boys on the head with a book.) I can't find just what I wanted, but then I guess I can explain this matter to you by my apparatus right here. (First bell.) Oh! before I forget it. I must assign tomorrow’s lesson. (Opens book.) Now. I guess if you read over this chapter again, you may come prepared for some problems. I will give you a quiz on the problems and ask you a few questions about the stuff we’ve discussed today. I’m willing to bet a sack of peanuts no one can get through in it. (Bell rings.) 52 mini (Can (Suras? I Why Mr. Webster had “Young Children not Admitted taken from the Cardinal Office window? Why Lynn Lindsay and Helen McDermott happen to go home at recess? Why the Chemistry boys were helpful in filling Mr. Cook's program at the Senior party? Why the glee clubs are not prosperous? Why David Giltinan did not attend our first Senior Parly? Why Hal l illotson does not dance? Why Wendell Barnard. Laurence Cady. Ellsworth Bush, and Courtenay Hening slagged the Senior party? Why Clifford Ives is taken for a minister? Why Sadie Bush just loves to walk on Fourth Ave. ? Why Mr. Webster went to sleep one day while visiting a Literature class? Why Evelyn Lane walks up and down the halls with Horace McCord of Central High? Why Laura Merrill never has lunch tickets enough? Why Valeria Ladd and Ruth Tupper make eyes at Harold Fillmore? Why Catherine Hixon believes that unlikes attract? I he long and short of it. Why an East Side minister should say the pupils cheat? Why Miss Shillock calls Helen Knowlton a spoiled baby ? Why Gudrun Carlson has never had a minus? Why Myra Goode insists upon flirting with Mr. Ackerson? Why I heodora Stark, at the end of recess, passes salted peanuts around to her teachers? Why Hazel Brown and Charles Alcock are always conversing with each other? Why it takes Mark Starrett three weeks to get his courage up. to ask a girl to a party? Why Marjorie Williams' favorite phrase is Oh. you James Lovejoy ? Why Mort Houston is called Count de Cob Cob? Where Helen De Haven got so much hair? Why the Cardinal Board wants to leave town, now the book is out? 53 A (Class in bakrsprarr The bell rings, with everyone talking. Miss McDill is seen. She is trying to raise her voice above those near the desk. Miss McDill: “Girls, this is not a class in conversation. (Buzzing near desk ceases.) Arthur, you may tell us about King Lear. Arthur Boyson launches into a complete and revised account of the story, inci-dently using 964 and's. Miss McDill: “I have heard you give some good outlines.” Arthur sits down, and resumes conversation with E— Miss McDill: “Arthur Strong, will you kindly favor us with your attention? (Arthur moves uncomfortably.) What have you read. Julie? Julie Plant: (With romantic look). Herbert and—I mean Romeo and Juliet. Miss McDill: “Tell us about it. Julie indulges in a confidential talk with Miss McDill. Miss McDill: Arthur, what was she talking about? Arthur Strong: (Looking up from book.) I don’t know; I forgot to study that.” The class indulges in a round of laughter. Miss McDill: “Almyra. what do you think of Shylock? Almyra Olson: “Why, I think he is a mean old thing! (A titter is heard near the desk.) Miss McDill: What do you think of Portia. Marjorie? Marjorie Wellington: “Oh. my! I just think she is horribly nice. Mildred Morse: “So do I; I think she’s a perfect dear. Miss McDill: I think it would sound much better if you girls left out a few of those superfluous adjectives. (Second round of laughter.) James, what does scene 3. act I. do?” James Lovejoy: “—Shylock.—out of 3.000 ducats. (Third round.) Miss McDill: Irene, is the action rapid? Irene Eddy: Buzzzzzz. (It was impossible to hear what Irene said, because the action was so rapid.) Miss McDill: “Lloyd, do you know what a caesura is? Lloyd Ahlstrom: “Why, I guess it’s a disease. (Fourth round.) Miss McDill: Guess again; can you tell us, Carl?” Carl Cairns: My conception of a caesura is a natural cessation of the rhythm at a place where the thought is instantaneously interrupted with inconceivable abruptness.” (Knockout.) Bell rings. 64 SCHOOL LIFE (Iii thr “A Roam (Ilark (luliirli 5apb nat run) O you school room clock! Arc your thoughts really what your full face sometimes reflects? Of course, when I have been an early bird, I think your face is jovial and kind, but when I have not. I do not like the way you look at me. Especially, when I have not come to school on time, I can see such a self-satisfied smirk on your face, as much as to say, “Oh! so you arc late again, arc you? If I were you I wouldn’t be late, you know. No, of course not. You wouldn’t be late would you. you self-satisfied thing. But then, you never do anything, so how could you be late? If you are never late, you are never early either, for that matter. For being always the same, you can certainly boast of that—but of being on time, never. What claim of superiority have you? While the lest of us are as busy as bees, you pull yourself up to your full, rich-brown height, with your two idle hands held before your complacent face and cast reproachful glances at us as if to find fault with us. You lazy mocker! Are you fulfilling the end in life for which you were made? Are you a good example for us. teaching us to be constant, punctual and true to our duty? But then, when we have all gone home, and vou are left all alone. I often wonder if you arc not punished. I am sure you arc lonely through the sad. late afternoon, the still twilight and the long, ghostly night. When the pale moon rises in the sky and peeps through the eastern windows, and the shadows of the old oak trees flicker on the floor, before you, do you not feel lonesome, standing there so quiet, all alone? Then, you do not even tick to keep yourself company. Do you not wish we were in our seats again, all busy and happy? And then, do you not wish that you were joining with us to take account of time as it flics? For class compliments go to Mr. Cook. “What a crazy, crazy bunch I have in this class!” Note, they were mostly 10's. Knutc Carlson, the terrible Swede, The most f’rocicus of all of his breed. FIc raves and he rants. Till his audience pants. And his opponents are just simply treed. Civics Student: Formerly, planting was done by hand. Foday it is done by a reaper. Mr. Holbrook: Correct. Very good. Miss Shillock: “George McAlmon. you talk German like a Norwegian. 56 Udif dlauitur When the editor-in-chief informed me that it was up to me to interview Fitz, the janitor. I demurred. ‘ Interview the janitor!—Fitz?” said I. Why. I'm afraid of him! You have your assignment. said the chief firmly, his hair electrified with intense emotion. Now when the hair of the editor-in-chief is electrified with intense emotion, and assumes an upright, bristling position, like a porcupine's, he means business. I went about mine, closing the office door behind me quietly, in respect to the chief's frame of nund. As I gazed about me in the dim hall, I realized with horror that my journey to the second floor, where I expected to find Fitz, would be a fierce one. It was just after recess. Have you ever been in the halls just after recess? It's like going through the catacombs in Paris. The halls are dark. The solitary gas jet. turned low, burns with a sickly, unsteady flame. Skeltons of apples and half-eaten buns grin at you from the corners, and tired looking banana skins lean limply against the walls. It's—it’s horrible! Through the dimness of the hall I made my way up to the stairway, and up the stairs to the second floor. At the landing I stumbled over a dustpan, and concluded that Mr. Fitz must be in the vicinity. Mr. Fitz was. I caught sight of him just across the hall. He was on his knees undeT the table. Brush in hand, he was worrying a banana peel, lodged in the corner. I made my way through biscuits and peanut shucks to his side. (I was not afraid of him; for he was on his knees, and I had taken up the dust pan.) Fitz-ah-cr—Mr. Fitzgerald. said I. I’ve come to interview you in behalf of the Cardinal. Mr. Fitzgerald continued to worry the banana peel. Finally he crawled from under the table, and laid the peel upon a pile of rubbish. I could see that it was quite dead. Then he looked up. What's that? he asked, with asperity. I repeated my statement. Cardinal? he questioned. Cardinal? Sh. said I. sh. Mr. Fitzgerald. Don't you know what the Cardinal is? Why. man. they’ll tar-and-feather you if they find this out. Surely you know the Cardinal office—just below Miss Gould’s Latin Quarters? Mr. Fitz sprang to his feet in excitement. His eyes blazed. Not the room where the chair arms arc all broken, and chalk is all over the floor! Not the noisy one down there? The same, said I. a trifle resentfully. I know that one. all right. There was a note of sadness in his voice. He looked at me fiercely. Then, scornfully he spoke. And you're from there. He shouldered 56 his broom, took up his pan, and went off down the hall. Oh, he was in a fine huff, he was. Now if there's anything I’m winning favors for. from the chief, it’s for being a diplomat, for having tact. “Jo.’’ says the boss to me once, You’re a diplomat from the ground up. So. remembering my reputation at headquarters, I shuffled down the hall. “Mr. Fitzgerald. said I. sweetly, at his elbow. I hear you are one of the best janitors in the city. He turned and grinned. Then he offered me a seat on the table. I accepted. “Yep,” said he, nodding wisely, Yep. I guess that’s so. But then, I ought to be. I’ve done this sort of thing,—(sweeping his arms comprehensively to include the debris). — I’ve done this for years. And you like it? I asked, with friendly interest. Tip-top, said Mr. Fitzgerald, beaming upon me. We talked for.—well, a long time, and he told me about the time when he was a detective, and about how well he liked children. Then the hall bell rang, and our interview drew to a close. “Mr. Fitzgerald, said I. as a final interrogation, you say you like your work here: but aren’t they a pretty dirty set at recess? Oh. I don’t mind that. said Fitz. as long as the little fellows up stairs don’t drop their nursing bottles on the floor. (Sromrtru 5 rap oa it ion If Mike Jalma is 6' feet tall, what would be the proper size of toys to get to keep him quiet? Mrs. Goode (to conductor, when the car-gates have shut her out. letting Myra on the car) : She can’t go without me. conductor.’’ What will she do when she’s married, lady? queried the gentlemanly collector of fares. We’ve always heard that Frenchmen were polite.—Then why doesn’t Mr. Fyans pass around the gum? Charles Alcock (in the class play) : I’m not ashamed of the name Brown, even if you are. Mr. Holbrook: That’s something we’ll study later. Miss Gould— Florence, what is the Latin word for food?” Florence Thurston— Cornmeal. 57 Miss Gould—“This sentence contains a broken sequence. If I saw it on your papers, I should mark it wrong, but the author only wishes to see if you would notice it.’ Gordon Anderson—(On the next day. when there was one on his paper)—“That was because I wanted to see if you would notice it ” Oh! How clever these Freshmen are! There is a man-teacher named 1 owne. Who forever maintains a deep frown: But when he docs smile. W'e know all the while, That a minus he's going to put down. Q. Why is Mr. Cook like a reverberatory furnace? A. First he roasts us. then he reduces us (our marks). Ray Shannon—Curly! just the cutest ever. Poor little Abner Donaghue seems to consider it quite a task to “sit up and take notice” in his classes. Nada Overland—“After Cleopatra had had two unsuccessful love affairs, one with Caesar and one with Antony, she was S I UNG!! !” “Bonae Leges Caesaris.” (As translated by a Sophomore) The bony legs of Caesar. WHY? Oh. why is that gentleman. Stub? So rounded in shape, like a tub? It’s love. I'll be bound, That makes him so round. Or else it’s the fault of his grub. Miss Gould— Royal Wright, give me the neuter gender rule. Royal— All indescribable nouns, infinitives, and clauses are neuter. Blanche Higbic (grasping John Hills’ hand and trying to drag him towards the auditorium): Raleigh Kaplan, if you don’t hurry—(pauses and Icoks around and stammers): Oh. I—I beg y-your pardon. Mr. Ackerson (to Siefordc Stellwagen): Oh. little boy. won’t you please sit still?” If a Bush should 1 urner back on Houston, would Pat Starrctt her or would we see him Stellwagen his eyes at some other girl? 58 Bu $mi — If Marjorie Williams had but single beau. If golden crowned Blanche Higbie dyed her hair. If Herbert Meyer said. I do not know, If David Giltinan ceased to blush so fair. If Laura Merrill could good tennis play. If Ives e'er gained the office that he sought. In short, if everything were not the way It is. would I write this? Well I guess not. You undoubtedly heard the barks, howls, and dying shrieks of the fighting dogs, on the first floor, Feb. 9. Foi a few moments there was an exciting time, especially for the janitor who dashed headlong down stairs to separate the enemies. But say. did you hear the smothered whispers. Girls Glee Club ? Ah, what a likeness! ffiljr Jllau of fHii Eifp Mr. Webster says that we should have plans of our lives. This is mine. Until I am thirty I shall employ my time in winning tennis championships and collecting several carloads of trophy-cups. Then I shall spend my life, to the fiftieth year, painting portraits. At least three of my masterpieces will gain entrance to the Salon. Then, until I am seventy-five, I shall write suffragette literature, if it is not too late; but if the cause has then been won I shall write a book entitled. How to be a Successful President. At the mature age of seventy-five, while out riding, attired in a purple habit, red boots, yellow hat and green feather. I shall be thrown from a chestnut horse and killed, thus gorgeously ending my meteoric career. Barbara Hf.aly. Mr. Holbrook; Effie. give an example of forced labor. Effie Wagner: Slavery, in the South. Mr. Holbrook: Very good. It is always better, class, to give an example from your own experience. Velleta Morrison had been reading her total abstinence essay. Miss McDill: What is the dynamic point? V. M.: It is something you use when you are writing about dry stuff and want people to read it. We were inquiring about the play at the Metropolitan. Olga Nelhersole is there this week. we ventured. What is she playing in? I don't know. replied Steve Padony. I think she will give a number of plays.” Oh. she is in repertoire?” we said. Ye-ees. answered Steve, I think that is one of them. GO Mr. Cook — Dennis, what is 10% of 100? D. H. (after thinking a while) I can figure it out if you want me to. (Tiprgmj (Earlscm E’en tho vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all he knew. For pity is akin to love. ’ quoted Mr. Pendleton. Now I don’t want to give away any secrets, but if you can’t get the girl any other way. get hurt, or do something else, to make her pity you. A sigh of relief escaped some of the members of the class. But did you notice how remarkably fast the story spread, that Mr. Pendleton broke his leg a little while before he was married? Cady went to a funeral the other day. As he stepped inside the door of the house, the undertaker tip-toed forward and asked respectfully. “Are you the pastor? Alice Gray, describing a social function— She wore a foulard gown cut expire. Mr. Fyans pronounces Mary and Marie alike. One day neither Mary Barney nor Marie Schaetzel knew whom he meant, so they both rose and started to recite. When Marie saw Mary reciting, she sat down. Mr. Fyans looked at her coyly and said. Phis time it will be a case of age before beauty’” We never dreamed that it had gone that lar, Marie. Mr. McClintic. in Commercial History— No one in this class will get through, and the remainder are very doubtful. Oh. Herby as a beau is a star; When he takes Juliet on the car. He sees only her eyes. She hears only his sighs. And they ride many blocks too far. Seiforde Stellwagen to Pillsbury librarian: May I refer to those books over then: where the girls sit? A young woman was found wandering in a field south of town yesterday morning, singing wildly. Come hider love to me. The person was found to be Miss Marjorie Williams and was taken to Anoka. r l A ®rai|fiui nf thr Srstauraut Time, Fifth period. I hursday. Place. Central Avenue restaurant. To the right, a long lunch counter with revolving stools. I o the left, tables. Dainty, pulfy-haircd waitresses hurry to and fro with poised platters of beans and steaming wieners. Enter Miss I upper. Miss Alexander and Miss Anderson, hatless and breathless. Miss Alexander: “Tee hec. Miss Tupper: Tee hee. Miss Anderson: Pec hee. I hey close the door behind them. Miss Tupper: “Let's go way back. Miss Alexander: Sure. Let’s. (To Miss Anderson.) You go first. They go to the back of the dining hall, the gaping mob following them with their ryes and open mouths. They scat themselves. Miss I upper: What shall we get? Miss Alexander: I don’t know. I’ve only got ten cents. Miss Anderson: I have 28. Miss I upper: “I've got 15. Miss Anderson: Give me your moneys and I’ll pay for it all. This will be my treat. Let’s sec. 28 and 10 and I 5 are what? Miss Tupper: 43. Miss Alexander: 53, Ruthie, dear. Miss Anderson: Fifty-three cents. Let’s see. We can spend—three into five, once and two to carry. 1 hree into twenty-three, seven and two over. We can spend I 7 2-3 cents. Miss I upper : I want a hot chicken sandwich and some chocolate. N. B.— (sandwich. 10; chocolate. 10. 10 and 10 equals 20.) Miss Alexander: Same here. (10 and 10 equals 20.) Miss Anderson: III have some beans. Boston brown bread and chocolate. (10 and 10 equals 20.) Miss Anderson: But that makes sixty cents: what shall we do? We only have 58. Miss Alexander: ‘‘Shall I borrow 2 cents from Mr. Cook? Miss I upper: Sure. Goon.” Miss Anderson: Oh yes. Tec hee. Exit Miss Alexander. Miss Anderson: I do hope they serve it in a hurry. I’ve got to get back for Civics next period. Miss 1 upper (enthusiastically): What dear little sugar bowls; I can almost lift them alone!” 62 Re-enter Miss Alexander. Miss Alexander: ‘‘I got it. I got it from Mr. Cook. Tee hee. Enter waitress with the feed. Miss Tupper: Oh. you chicken sandwich. Miss Alexander: Oh. you ditto. Miss Anderson: Oh. you Boston beans. Miss Alexander: We musn't forget that we owe part of this to Mr. Cook. Miss Tupper: No. every time we swallow, we’ll say Mr. Cook.’ Miss Alexander: Mr. Cook. Miss Anderson: Mr. Cook. Miss Tupper: Mr. Cook. Miss Tupper (to Miss Alexandei): Side track the gravel, please. Miss Alexander: What miserly helpings of smear! Miss Anderson: I can’t lift my cup. Miss Tupper: Neither can I. Miss Alexander (to the rescue): I’ll hold it for you while you drink, if you will do the same for me. (She holds the cup with both hands while Eugenia drinks.) Miss Tupper: Eugenia, why didn’t they bring you a few more beans? Miss Anderson: I didn't order any more. Will you let me help you to some of these? Miss I upper: If you please. In transferring the beans to Miss 1 upper’s plate. Miss Anderson allows one to fall on Miss Alexander's toe. It smashes her toe and she falls unconscious. (Perfectly lovable brunettish young man hurrying up): Can I be of assistance? Miss A. and Miss F. (together): No, we can carry her. She's very light. They carry her out. Miss Tupper: “Tee hee. Miss Anderson: Tee hee. Miss Alexander: (silence). The brunettish young man (reflectively): Sixty cents worth of food, and only fifty-five cents left to pay for it. Here’s where I check up five cents to profit-and-loss. Note: Miss Alexander, so her excuse the next day read, was slightly injured in Chemistry laboratory, and obliged to stay away from Civics class. Below we present a familiar dialogue: Mr. McClintic: State the commercial importance of Nicaragua. Bluffer: Nicaragua is one of the most important commercial countries in the world. Mr. McClintic: Quite correct. Our text says—Ahem!! Our text says—Nicaragua has little importance commercially. But you have the idea.—Sit down. 63 tUu' JDastr Slaskrt There is considerable difference of opinion among philosophers of the age. as to the origin of the Waste Basket. The followers of Darwin would have us believe that our ancestors hit upon it as the most convenient receptacle to hold refuse cocoanut shells. Other philosophers state, with apparently good foundation, that it was a millinery creation of Mother Eve, and that when the styles changed. Adam used it to hide his love letters in. Whatever was the origin of the Waste Paper Basket, we have it among us: and a most important institution it is. In spite of its importance, the Waste Basket is little recognized as a great factor in our present day civilization. You see. it is of a most retiring disposition. Unassuming, and the last thing on earth to call attention to itself, it either hugs tightly to the side of the desk, or creeps under it. As a general thing, a Waste Basket is very useful. It is a means of detecting character and business capacity: for a full waste basket denotes good business, and a lean one shows the opposite. It also gets a lot of good-for-nothing stuff out of the way. which would otherwise clog the wheels of progress. People will never realize how many useless “Money to Loan pamphlets. Peruna advertisements, and Freshman Compositions have been devoured by the Waste Basket.—stuff that might otherwise be floating around in the atmosphere and causing untold annoyance. I here fore, in conclusion, we say that, in spite of its innocent appearance, the Waste Basket is a mighty factor in our modern civilization. The Cardinal Waste Basket is round and fat. It tells us much about some people; it shows the world we’re doing a fine business. Incidentally, it eats a lot of stuff. We feed it every day. 8:30 a. m.! Admission 50c. (Freshmen. 35c.) Eats ’em alive! The sight of a life-time!!! ahr fJassuut of the Sat No. this article is not to be about musk-rats, or water-rats, or wharf-rats or any of their brothers or sisters. It is to deal simply and plainly with their distant cousin, that part of the head dress of the feminine sex. commonly known as the “Rat. It is true, there are many varieties even of this Rat; but as they are all for one and the same purpose, we shall not go into details, but consider them as a whole. The main object, then, of the Rat is to create a freak head-dre3S which will be annoying to everyone, the wearer included. We include the wearer advisedly and deliberately. She. too. is a sufferer. Have we not often and again seen the adorable forefinger of the wearer’s hand abstractedly insert itself underneath that Rat and vigorously move itself up and down? How often have we sat in the class-room and prayed that the day might come when that Rat would go and we would once msre be allowed the privilege of obtaining with unobstructed gaze the valuable information posted on the blackboard, or of viewing the teacher, as words of eloquence fell from his lips? How often, in the dance, when our fair partner has turned around to gaze at some friend, have we not ducked our heads just in time, or, being just too late, received a mouthful of Rat. and then cursed the day that Rat was bought? 65 Our prayers and curses seem at last about to be answered. The Rat is going. It is slipping away from us to some quieter and more appreciative home, where the new style has not yet come to disturb it. Soon once more we shall enjoy the class room. Once more we shall dance without fear. O brothers, let us send up a glad shout of joy! Let us give our hearty thanks to the style-makers who have at last dethroned the mighty Rat. “What does East High school need? The philosopher smiled, but said nothing. Reformation. suggested the pessimist. Surely, not of the pupils! exclaimed the Optimist, loyally. But the auditorium, now.” he added meditatively, warming up to his subject. That does need a reformation. I’ll admit. In the matter of decoration, for instance. Those awful terra-cotta walls! They are obtrusive, overbearing! I hey stare you in the face until you’re out of countenance. They flaunt themselves arrogantly, vulgarly. he admitted, quite heated by his own vehemence, a state of mind which was rather unusual for the Optimist. Background. soberly reminded the Philosopher. Here, the Pessimist sniffed. Background for those grimy, dirty plasters! A-a-a-h!” They look more like old Roman plasters, that way with the dust of ages on them. volunteered the Philosopher, gently. Old Roman plasters! In our auditorium! That product of modern times! gasped the Pessimist, for the moment speechless with the audacity of the suggestion. Calming down a little, he went on. I hat’s the trouble with it! Nothing fits, nothing harmonizes. Why—do you remember that curtain the 'O—class left us? Brown, with purple trimmings? Purple! Of all things, purple, and brown with terra-cotta for a background! Would that classes could learn to select memorials with some reference to the fitness of things! Purple!” And the Pessimist choked until he had turned to that offending color himself, from the very thought of it. What might be a remedy? ’ ventured the Philosopher, meekly. Here the Optimist, who for once was in sympathy with the views of the Pessimist, came to the rescue. Oh! said he, cheerful again.—(your true Optimist is ever the man who has a remedy for all ills).— redecoration in some soft, subdued color that would harmonize with everything. Something that would make a good background for everything. he added dreamily, “and taste and good sense in the choosing of class memorials. some one with a level eye to set straight those bambino plaques. And the plasters dusted!—--Yes. a nice, tidy, motherly sort of person to recall that plaster mother who has wandered away on the wings of song; to call her back to earth and her duty; to beseech her to shake the long-accumulated dust from her garments and wipe the nose of her poor, clutching, wailing infant and--------” Enough! enough!” cried the Pessi- mist. quite satisfied now that his idea had won. That sound good to me. too. said the Philosopher, thoughtfully. Notice Ruth Tupper’s beaming countenance. Mr. Webster. N. B. She walked to school with 66 LITERARY an N--------------A------------- This night's a joy. For as I stand upon the shore and peer Out o’er the great expanse revealed to me. I fancy your sweet presence far and near Doth permeate the vastness of the sea. This night’s a joy. 1 he mellow booming of the surging tide Has naught in it of harsh or vulgar noise. For that rich note comes floating to my side. An echo of the glory of your voice. I his night’s a joy. The freshness of the lazy shore-blown breeze Plays all about me. and an elfin scent. Insinuates itself with graceful ease. The dainty fragrance of your breath unpent. 7 his night’s a joy. In all the flickering ripples of the wave. As. in the warm light of the moon, they track And flash and sparkle o’er the billows grave. I see the twinkle of your eyes thrown back. This night’s a joy. Yon sweeping billow, as it rounds and veerj Into a rolling wave and then crests white And falls into a thousand sep’rate spheres: Is like naught but your features. lively, bright. As. breaking in a smile and starting free. They lift and throw and lose all unity. 67 (Ilir flau in thr iflnmt Oh, Man in the Moon, standing in the dark sky and looking wistfully down at me. who arc you? Why do you stay there alone, year after year? Do you not care for the companionship of the earth, or are your own thoughts, as you look upon this world of ours, company enough for you? Or perhaps you have lived on earth, and, having committed some great wrong, are sentenced now to stay there alone, apart from all people, and punished by being able to look down upon the joys of this world but not to partake of them. How tantalizing it must seem! How terribly weary you must grow of yourself and your thoughts, and yet how quietly, how beautifully, you bear it! 1 onight, when the great restless world is so sadly needing your example, you smile down at it from your great height, in quiet, peace, and patience. 0)i r In a iliitr O. Pine, so strong and straight and tall. With wondrous strength, inspiiing all Who look upon thee, cresting the hill. Watching alone through the long nights, chill. Buffeted by storms which round thee rush. But still thy courage do not crush. Scarred, yet steady and firm.—O. Pine. Would I might mould my life by thine! Att Allriumj In ancient Egypt there was once a Phoenix whose name was Unhappiness. It had been raised in a stolen nest, which accounts for its early wretchedness; and finally when it had grown old. after living a life made miserable for itself and other birds as well, it flew forth to find the fire of Happiness, in which it might be burned and made anew. All day it flew, though its wings were weary, and finally, toward evening, a flock of wild screaming birds came up to it. and advised it to go to the fire of Pleasure for redemption. The Phoenix, pleased with their wild ways, obeyed; but the bird that arose from the fire of Pleasure was as unhappy as the last. The Phoenix was consumed in many fires.— the fires of Youth, the fires of Fame; but Happiness was not there. Then one night, weary and dejected, it rested in a tree with a bird named Helpfulness, and in the morning Helpfulness told it of the fires of Self-Denial. The Phoenix went to these, and the new bird that arose from the ashes had no farther to go. for Happiness.—the thing which it sought, had been found. 68 5iis iCast £ nmj Dick, was the brightest, most mischievous and yet the sweetest of canary birds. His feathers were smooth, glossy, and as yellow as the spring daffodils, his wings were barred with black, and his tail was just tipped with that same saucy color. He was a most variable little gentleman; one day he would be gloomy and morose, sitting silently in the darkest corner of his cage; the next day he would be joyous and happy, continually chirping and singing. One day a gentle ringdove’s cage was hung next to Dick’s. At first he disdained its quiet, sedate occupant, ignored her entirely, for she could not share any of his joys and sorrows. She could not sing; she was too dignified to skip and hop about the cage as he did; she could only perch quietly in her cage and coo softly. When Dick had finally made her acquaintance, it was not long before they became fast friends. It was funny to sec Dick's actions toward her when he felt pleased or happy. He twittered and hopped, smirked and stared, trilled and fluttered, peered at her out of impudent, bead-like eyes, and then astonished one by a flood of melody which one never dreamed could come from that tiny throat. Dick awoke one sorrowful morning to find that the dove was not there. No sign of her or her cage appeared, no matter how long or patiently he waited. For days and weeks he grieved and moped around the cage, scarcely eating anything. No more cheerful chirping and singing, no more dancing and fluttering, no more flashes of gold and sunlight between the bars! There was only a sorrowful little bird with neglected feathers and dull dejected eyes. Indeed, it seemed as if he would die of sorrow at the loss of his playmate. At last, his master, taking pity on him. sent for the dove, and when she arrived, placed her cage in its old position. As soon as Dick saw her. he flew to the end of the cage, trilled a prelude, burst into a loud, triumphant, rapturous thanksgiving of song, and then, his tiny heart overcome with great joy, fell to the bottom of the cage, dead! A iitmrt One happy night, one radiant night in June My thoughts were winged things that soared on high. And all in hcav’n and earth seemed just. But soon. An evil fancy flew the azure sky. The thought endured an instant and was gone. But in that time my soul was sore distraught. The brilliant night was turned the gray of dawn. The stars were pallid grown and twinkled not. Thus could I not be joyful as I would. For perfect joy lies but in perfect good. Ah well, twas always thus upon this earth. That man in clutching happiness, did find Himself depleted ever, from his birth. By his own wicked heart and evil mind. 69 0auii vUantmm The “boss” of the logging camp entered the long low room, where the lumber jacks were eating supper, threw his mittens under the stove to dry, and commenced to loosen the icicles on his mustache. This took him some time. When he had finished, he took his place at the oilcloth-covered table, and remarked. I say. Dave Cameron, d’you want a nice, warm job?’’ A boy at the opposite end of the table answered: Yes, sir, what is it?” Go to the f-’ort for some feed an them chains. Yes. sir. the boy answered again. Shall I start in the morning? No! roared the boss. A year from next spring, of course! The others laughed uproariously, for they were used to the foreman's bluff speech. You can take the little bays. he went on. There ain’t another team we can spare, an’ they’re pretty good on a long haul. You want to try the ice pretty often when you're crossing the lake, an’ make sure the water hasn’t wore it through anywhere. If you try it often enough going down. 1 guess you won’t need to. coming back. Early the next morning, long before sunrise, while the northern lights still waved their cold banners in the sky. David Cameron, lantern in hand, ran down the snowy path to the barn. An hour later, after breakfast, he started on his long drive. It was bitterly cold and he thought of the foreman’s warning of the night before. Who ever heard of the ice not being safe this time o’ year and this kind o’ weather? he thought. ! expect I’d better try it. though. If I didn’t, an’ he found it out. I’d get my time. An’ I’ve never been turned off a job yet. I guess I don’t want to be told to quit now. either. A mile from camp the road came to the lake and ran along its shore. David drove dong quite rapidly until it turned out across the like. I hen he followed instructions and frequently went ahead of the liorses with the axe. to try the ice. but he found no place where it was unsafe. He reached the little town about eleven o’clock. Before he ate, he fed and watered the horses and rubbed them dry with painstaking care. It was easy to see that he was very fond of them. At half past one, David started back to the camp, with a load of grain and several heavy logging chains. The horses were rested, and. although they had to pull a big load, David thought they could cross the lake before dark. They made good lime, but the days were short and the sun had set before they were more than half way across. It was growing dark when he unfastened his coal to get his watch. He saw that it was nearly five. Before he could button his coat again he heard a sharp cracking, and felt the sleigh lurch to one side. I he ice was breaking! He leaped off. threw the reins aside, and reached for his knife. I he horses were pulling their best, but the sleigh kept dragging them back. David jumped to the taut tugs and slashed them with his knife. He felt the ice giving beneath him. In a moment more he was at the horses’ heads 70 cutting the straps that held the neck yoke. As the tongue dropped, the ice on which the horses and driver were standing, went down. Luckily. David came to the surface near the edge of the hole, and after a short, hard struggle, he succeeded in pulling himself out onto the firm ice. The horses, too, had reached the edge of the hole and were making frantic efforts to get out. David ran to them. With affectionate, excited exclamations, he urged them on. The fine beasts responded nobly. More than once they got their fore feet on the ice and half raised themselves from the water, but each time their footing gave way. Once David saved himself only by jumping back in the nick of time. Then it was all to be done again. The horses were becoming exhausted, but each time the ice held a little longer before it broke. Perhaps, if they could keep it up— David’s clothes were frozen so stiff that he could hardly move. The cold and the terrible, straining efforts were telling on him. He felt almost as if he were in a dream. But still he held the bridle reins and urged the team to try again. He hardly realized that they were saved when the horses did finally get a footing that would hold them, nor even when they finally raised themselves out of the water, and stood panting, with their heads down. He was like one dazed. Then the thought came to him like a flash of blinding light that if they did not reach camp very soon, they might not yet be able to reach it at all. There was still before them a stretch of treacherous ice to cross. He pulled the bridle reins away from his frozen mittens, picked up the lines, stiff with ice. and spoke to the horses. They moved at first slowly and cautiously forward. Gradually their pace quickened. In an hour they reached the camp. safe. Ever afterward, when a man was needed on a dangerous job, David was considered the best man in the camp to use. As the foreman said. “He’s careful. He can always get out of a tight place and save something besides himself. He’s got grit and you can tiust him every time. He’ll do it. or die a’tryin’.” $uiuirt I had been working all the live-long day Upon a new and unaccustomed task. I had not finished, but I had to ask A little time to rest and to allay The pains of weariness. 1 he master smiled. “Thou hast done much in striving to perform Thy duties well. I hou’It find, tomorrow morn. Thy work hath made thee stronger. Go. my child.” And when, next day. I came again to work. I found that what the master said, was true. My task seemed easier grown, and I could do It well. I saw that by my efforts I Had gained in strength. Since then I’ve learned to know. ’Tis through our very failures that we grow. 71 (Lbr fflnnnbrant’a Saurr The moon was rising in the Eastern sky. and the tide was rolling in. A phantom breeze, laden with the salt breath of the sea. drifted shoreward from the Pacific, and a nipping chill was in the crisp air. An ever-restless path of silver, caused by the moonbeams as they danced and flashed, lightly rebounding from the polished surface of the transparent water, lay across each successive wave. Two white sea-gulls. Boating on the light air, crossed and recrossed the dazzling path. As I raised my eyes and looked into the depths of the sky. I saw, as though reflected from the scene below, the milky way. in it brightest glory, and. here and there, a brilliant star, gleaming through space. A $oimrt A beggar toiled along the dusty road At noon, and weary was he of the life That gave no pleasures.—only grief and strife; When suddenly before him Fortune stood. She bade him ope his wallet and his hand. She filled them high with gold, and he did thirst In greed for more;—but lo—his wallet burst! The gold fell on the ground and turned to sand. O Life, just so insatiate are thy desires. And even so the ne'er appeased fires Of our ambition. Ends we have attained. Give place to new ideals to be gained. Not satisfied with what we have in hand. We find that all has vanished in the sand. An (Oiir to tbr im Oh. Sun. as you rise in the morning light. With wondrous splendor and glory bright. And dispel the darkness of the night. I look at you and resolve, That I will take as my life's great goal. That, even as you cheer the world as a whole. In a humbler way, for some lonely soul. Will I darkness and fear dissolve. 72 ehr Hair of firramo In the vale of lovely dreams. Where the mind doth often roam. I here are bright and vivid gleams Of a happy, longed-for home. There the birds are always singing. Welcoming the fragrant breeze. And the flowers always blooming. Visited by humming bees. In the bosom of this valley. Winds a tiny crystal stream; Where wild fowl are wont to rally. Shaded by cool verdure, green. ’Neath the oak trees in the valley. Sprightly little wood nymphs dwell. And the hardy, sun-kissed oak leaves. Hear the stories that they tell, ‘Till, the blazing car of Phoebus Passing o’erhead to the West. Luna with her shadowy moonbeams Wraps the vale in peaceful rest. ium muj0 One quiet Sunday afternoon, I was walking along the plains that separate Minnehaha Kails from Fort Snelling. I was hunting especially for pasque flowers; but, under the gentle spell of Spring, my attention was claimed by many other Springtime signs. The wind was blowing from the Fort, and I could distinctly hear the music of a band. It was a warlike air, quick, in good time, the pulse of patriotism stirring men to new achievements. As I listened intently, thrilled by the sound, the song of a meadowlark came from a fence-post nearby, and mingled strangely with the martial notes. What a contrast it was! While listening to the strains that came floating from the Fort. I had been thinking of the call to war, of the departure of soldiers, and of sad farewells and bloody strife: but the song of the meadowlark across the fields brought my thoughts to the beginning of hope, the opening of new life, of fresh impulses and glad desires. How different they seemed! And the song of the meadowlark was not less stirring than the martial air. 73 Util ( m'S tfimnr It was late in the eighties when Bill came to Little Junction. He was not after the usual pattern of a tenderfoot; in fact the word tenderfoot never applied to Bill. He knew horses; he knew men; and he seldom talked. Perhaps it was this last quality more than any other that caused us to admit him without question into all the rights of the wild cattle country. Perhaps his face served as a passport—a hard, brutal jaw, eyes brown, deep, and sullen—eyes that burned with anger or glowed with an indefinable something else. It was a face that aroused fear and interest, and discouraged friendly advances. Steve and I had been detailed to escort the tenderfoot out to the ranch. I think neither Steve nor I will ever forget that ride. We left Little Junction towards evening, and during the ride to the ranch not one of us spoke a word. The moon was high and full, and flooded the plains with a light as white as frost. A cool wind was blowing; and when we had gone a little way. the stranger took off his hat and hung it on his saddle horn. I he wind blew back his hair, cooling his face, which was clear in the moonlight. I could sec that his gaze was fixed straight ahead and steady. There was an air of sullen silence about him that did not permit of conversation. It was close to morning when we came to the ranch. I he horses swish-swished through the tall grass to the corral, and our stirrups were wet with dew. I was rot conscious of the fact that the stranger had dismounted until he stood at his horse’s head. Steve, as he led our two horses into the corral, said over his shoulder. I’ll pull the straps for yuh. You needn’t bother, the stranger grunted. Steve looked closer, and saw with surprise that the saddle was already on the ground, and so he let the horse into the corral. Then we took the stranger to the bunk house—and his life at the ranch began. Never was a new arrival taken more seriously; never was there greater void of little foolishnesses and pranks. He had been at the ranch over a month before the boys began to call him Bill. He never gave a name, and for some strange reason a nickname seemed out of the question. Bill made no friends. He seemed absolutely obhvious to the fact that there were human beings about him. He never spoke to the boys, except to grunt a yes cr no. Then, one night, Muff caught him talking in a low tore to the horses in the corral, patting their necks ar.d whinnying to them. It got about among the rest. I hey began to regard him with suspicion; and it was cnly when they saw that he attended strictly to his business, and he had shot a horsethief and saved a man from drowning, that they began to look upon him with respect. After these incidents, however, he was taken in. unquestioned. He asked no questions; yet his work was done qu;ckly and well; and finally he became manager. 74 He had been a year at the ranch, and the mystery about him was as unsolved as at first. There was not a man on the ranch who did not love him after the fashion of rough men; yet scarcely one had exchanged half a dozen words with him. Then some things occurred which brought to light an unexpected side of Bill's character. In the first place a sort of odd attachment grew up between him and Steve. It was as unaccountable to Steve as to the rest of us. Bill did not show it among the rest of the fellows. He hated sentiment, and demonstration was foreign to his code. But off in the bunk house, of evenings, he used to tell things to Steve—nothing very much, but just little recollections of home that slipped out; and when Bill began his confidences, he won the heart of Steve completely. Evenings, before the open fire, his recollections of home seemed to overwhelm him. and he seemed to forget what he was telling; but in the morning when the mood was past, he was sullen and unapproachable. I believe he was angry with himself for yielding to the mood. One night. Steve told us in an awed whisper that Bill got out a picture, a picture of a woman, fair haired, and with the soft eyes of a child—and a smile. He sat foi a time with the picture before him. “I can't go back there, Steve, where she used to be. She’s dead, she is; but the kid must be aw’ful lonesome. He ain’t a baby no more. I ’low he’s growed some,— an' awful lonesome. He choked. It was this side of Bill, such a contrast to the other, that puzzled us. and made us love him even more. The next morning, however. Bill was cold as a stone, and the picture was placed over the fire place,—face towards the wall. Late that night. MufF’ brought news that Bill had found a little boy in the mountains. and had him in the bunk house.—thought it was Jefferson’s kid from the Lazy S.— who ran away sometimes. About midnight Steve and I went in. after corralling our horses. We went up to the house, and looked in through Bill’s window. Near the window. Bill was sitting thoughtfully before the fire, and asleep in his arms was the little chap he had found in the mountains. I he shadows danced and flickered on the wall and on the gleaming rifles in the corner. I looked at Bill.—his hard face, ruddy, sad. and softened in the glowing fire light. Twice I saw him swallow hard, and once—I saw a tear. We both knew. Steve and I. out there under the stars, what he was thinking of. It was of that other little chap off in the mountains to the East. We knew he was saying to himself, the way he did sometimes to Steve. 1 he kid must be awful lonesome. He ain’t a baby no more. I 'low he’s growed some.—an’ awful lonesome. Oh, yes. Bill knew the kid was lonesome now; now he sat in the light with the other child in his arms. I he fire burned lower, and Bill, for the sake of the other boy. pressed the little fellow closer to his breast and tenderly kissed his cheek. Steve pulled me away into the darkness, and his voice was husky as he said. He’ll put for home now, sure. The next evening as a train pulled out for the East. Steve watched it from the station platform, and his jaws were set. We had all come down. Steve and Muff and Jefferson, the kid’s father, and I. 75 I hc train moved out of sight and we turned toward home. MufTs eyes were leaking. and a dry. aching lump came up in my throat. But Steve was looking ahead, straight in front of his horse’s nose, and his thoughts were far away. ‘'Huh, ' he said softly, and he swallowed hard. I guess that kid out East 'll be glad to see Bill, he will. l oo bad, though, that she won't be there, too.” Spring 1 he poets sing of balmy spring. With bright sunshine and flowers. But the things she likes the most to bring. Are mud and slush and showers. Sunns Up stairs in the bed room the twin who had not been bathed, nudged her companion. “Let’s change sides, she said in a whisper. I'm tired o’ sleepin’ on the same side. And the twin who had been bathed, all unnoling the strangeness of the request, allowed the other to slip to the back of the bed. And down stairs, at the same time. Mrs. Brown, the tired mother, was saying. Yes, the twins both dislike so to be bathed, it’s quite annoying. If you will, you may bathe the other one. I'm so tired. Yes, the one on the outside.” And so grandmother mounted the stairs. She came softly into the bedroom, lit the candle, then approached the edge of the bed Now the twins were twins, indeed— strangely perplexing in their resemblance; and how should grandmother know? She naturally did as she was told; she took the twin on the outside. “Come for your bath.” she said. But the twin remonstrated. I’ve had my bath.” she objected. “Naughty, naughty. said grandmother. I shan’t bother with you a minute. It’s nonsense. No, not another word.” and she picked up the twin, a trifle roughly, perhaps, and carried her to the bath room. And the twin in bed who had not been bathed, heard the sound of splashing, heard the whimpering voice of her unfortunate companion. Her heart relented a trifle; she was for a moment ashamed. But again came the sound of splashing, and in her mind's eye she pictured the scene—and the picture sufficed. The unbathed twin crept from the bed. She kneeled down in her little white night gown; and her prayer, though brief, was truly from her heart. Keep us always twins,—always.” she whispered. 76 latir (Srnruiritr fHauiia lUibrrtB” Wal. would you ever.” said Mrs. Hartland. as she rose from a dilapidated chair, and threw a letter she had just received upon the table. “Some people are rally awful nervy. Here Manda has just sent me a letter sayin that she is so sick that she can’t take care o' her child, and wants me to. Huh. me—of all critters. An’ worst still, the youngster is on its way. an’ will be here today. Didn’t even give me a chance to refuse. Wonder which ’tis; boy or gal. I hain’t even aheard from her for over tin years. But here she was interrupted in her tale of woe by her husband, who was sitting on the doorstep, smoking his old corn-cob pipe. Wall—now Lizzie, yuh don’t wanna begin to say harsh things about Manda. Maybe she is real sick, an’ yuh wouldn't a wan’ the youngun’ to starve, now would yuh? Why. I kind o’ think that it would be ral nice to have a young child around here.’’ Oh. yes, that’s right! Pick on to me! interposed Mrs. Hartland. Tut, tut. now Lizzie. said Mr. Hartland; yuh know I didn’t mean to hurt yer feelings, but yuh know — Yes. I know you think I’m getlin’ old an’ cross. sneered his wife, but who on earth is this a cornin’ up the road?—Land sakes. Sam. if it ain’t the youngster, with a bundle as big as herself! Wal, I won’t go an’ meet her! Mister Hartland got up slowly on account of his rheumatism, shook the ashes from his pipe, and laboriously walked down to meet the small girl, who was approaching the house. ’’Oh! are you Uncle Sam? she exclaimed as she turned into the yard, through the old broken gate. Wal. now, I suppose that’s what yer might call me. he said, smiling down at the small, upturned face. Oh, dear! she said shrugging her shoulders and talking breathlessly, I thought maybe you would be like the picture of Uncle Sam. with a red, white and blue suit on. and a big tall hat, an’—an’ long whiskers; but then you are not, as I can perceive. However. I know that I am going to like you excruciatingly. Wal now. don’t know about that there last, exclaimed Uncle Sam. as he was hereafter called; but, by the way. what’s yer name? Jane Genevieve Manda Roberts, she answered promptly. It’s an awfully elongated name, but I'll let you call me Jane, because I like that best. Oh! I say, I nearly let yuh carry that big bundle all the way. What yuh got in it anyhow? asked Samuel. Just my wearing apparel, answered Jane, as she handed it to her uncle. “Wal. he exclaimed laughingly. I should think yuh must have a dictionary, by the way yuh talk. “I have that in my pocket, and. so saying, she produced a small hand dictionary from a pocket in her dress. I always carry it with me and when I get time. I sit down and learn all the long, hard words in it. 77 I should think yuh did.—but here’s your Aunt Lizzie. This is Jane Genevieve Manda Roberts,’’ he said solemnly to his wife. ”Oh! it is. is it?” said the latter, abruptly. ”An’ I don’t know as yuh’re any better for it. either. Don’t stand there an' look at me all day! Go up in the garret an’ put away yer things.” Without another word. Jane went immediately to the place directed, and stayed there until lunch w'as ready. In the meantime, there was a conference held downstairs. I should have tlought that you had known her all yer life by the way you was a jabberin! exclaimed Lizzie. But yuh can depend on me that I won’t keep her more’n a week.” ’’Now jest yuh be careful; yuh have hardly seen her yet, Lizzie. Why. jest look at the way she stood an’ gazed at me. jest as if I was some kind o’ queer specimen. Although Sam didn’t say anything, he began to think that maybe she was “some kind o’ queer specimen. Here they were interrupted by Jane who came into the room, her eyes shining brightly. Oh. Aunty, she said, may I have that beautiful apartment for my very own?” Yuh needn’t Aunty me. exclaimed Mrs. Hartland indignantly; an’ it isn’t any old apartment. Then, as she saw the lock of dismay which came over the child’s face, her heart softened and she added more gently. ”1 guess maybe yuh can. Oh! you can’t tell how I appreciate your extreme kindness.” exclaimed Jane. Wal. I’ll tell yuh how.” said Mrs. Hartland. her harshness again returning; sit ight down an’ eat your dinner. After dinner. Jane went out into the small back yard and noticed with dismay the rubbish and dirt which were scattered there. She then went meekly back into the house and inquired of Samuel, who was dosing in his one-armed chair, if she might have a rake. After procuring this, she set to work, diligently; ar.d by the time the sun was well in the west, she had a very neat little playground fixed for herself. The next day was the same except that she worked indoors up in her room; and she soon had a fine “apartment. as she still insisted upon calling it. ready for herself. This industry kept up for a week; each day something bright and fresh was added to the yard or house, which she gathered on her daily wanderings through the woods and fields. One night after Jane had gone to bed, having decorated, on that day, the one small living-room which the Hartlands possessed, with a number of potted flowers. Mrs. Hartland broke the silence which had held reign since the child had left the room. I really begin to love that child. she said at last. The way she does things is—is —marvelous. Why. this old shack has begun to lock like a regular palace since she has been here.’’ An’ yuh really are going to kape her? exclaimed Samuel delighted. Why. of course. she said. I meant to all the time. 78 $ulitarif On an island in a lake. Where ihe billows rise and fall. And upon the beach do break. ’Neath the oak trees proud ar.d tall. Nature lives and rules supreme. In the sight of God alone. Is this island's broad expanse. And to nature’s cheerful tone. Do the little mconbeams dance. Yet hemmed in from all the world. When the spring and summer go. And the Frost King holds the throne. And the oaks their leaflets throw. Then the island's all alone. Nature’s wrapped in calm repose. A iCnst iKmtrit Ulan As I stood at the ribbon counter of a department store. 1 noticed a poorly dressed woman, with a baby in her arms and a small child of five or six by her side. She stopped at the opposite counter. After purchasing some articles, she turned to the child and asked him something. As she saw both his hands empty, a look of dismay and alarm spread over her countenance. She hurriedly rushed back fiom where she had come. What had she entrusted to the small boy? Perhaps, he was carrying her handbag in which was some hard-earned money, which had been scraped together after many days of labor and many self-denials. Now. she could not buy the longed-for curtains! Now. the children could not have the much-needed shoes! There were the meat bills and grocery bills which should have been paid! Now. the money was lost! Alas! What would her husband say? Their month’s rent was gone! Perhaps their landlord would turn them out of the house, and they would be without home and without money! Spring You’d know ’twas Springtime from the very feel of things. The budding of the new life brings A fragrance all its own. 1 hear the softened whirr of wings. The wind hath blown A gentleness so fair. That I am thrilled with all this promise rare. 79 U-yprs £ rnt in a £ trrrt-rar I thought I had seen all of them, but this certainly was a new and interesting specimen. 1 he figure across the aisle from me looked not unlike Isaac of York, with its bristling black beard and its protruding eyes, which, since it would have been impossible for the owner to follow the hooked nose, seemed to take the lead and let very little escape their notice. On the seat beside the old man were scattered many articles of men’s wearing apparel: a pair of trousers, a rather startling vest, an ancient Panama hat. which still retained a remnant of its Rah-Rah” band, and two pairs of shoes. He was closely inspecting each of these in turn, muttering like a heathen Chinee. Once he stopped to try on the straw hat which transformed him into a most satisfactory Jack Dalton of the melodrama. I had been watching this queer figure for many minutes when my attention was attracted by the conversation of two shop-girls who had boarded the car at the last corner and taken the side seat directly in front of me. How do you like my new lid. Marne? asked the girl with the toque made of what at one time was evidently fur but which now could boast of no more than nine hairs. I think it’s awful swell, replied the girl with the braid around her head. I al-’ays was keen about them to-ges anyway. They sure are some nifty. assented the first; but you never could guess how I made this one. You know this frame is my last summer’s hat; and the other day I heard pa say that it was gettin’ too warm for that fur collar on his coat, so in the evenin’ I ripped the fur off and just put it around this straw sky-piece. Yeh. quite an idea, wasn’t it? You sec. I didn’t have enough for the crown, so I took this blue scarf of Ma’s and wrapped around it. It did make it real stunnin'; and do you know I saw one just like it in Piefield's window today, only that one was made of white fur with a purple velvet crown and a plume on the side. Ain’t you foolish about plumes, 'specially them big, long ones that blow so easy? There was an awful swell woman came in the store today with a white one on her hat and one of them long velvet coats on. Say. do you like those bettcr’n the pony coats? I think they’re classy for evenin’ wear, the theater or dance. Bess Crews had one on up at the Moonlight Club’s Ball the other night, but she was so afraid everybody wouldn’t see it! What d’you think she done? Waited until she saw they was all in line for the grand march then came prancin’ in with that coat and her sister's hat on. (She sponges that poor thing sompin’ fierce, al’ays wcarin’ some of her clos’.) And Gee. but maybe the fellows didn’t size her up. Hope she was satisfied then, that’s all she done it for. May told me afterward she got that coat at Seymour’s. They’re cleanin' 'em out at nine-nincty-eight. you know, and I guess—” Just at that point the conductor’s voice rang out. and interrupted this burst of eloquence. Fifteenth and Cedar. he shouted in a voice which proved that his lungs had never been infected by tobacco or alcohol. Is this Seven Corners?’’ inquired a fat little woman, bouncing down the aisle, frantically endeavoring to seize one of the straps which swung far above her head. But. 80 like the proverbial fox’s green grapes, these “women’s salvations dangled just beyond reach, and she ended her gymnastic performance by wildly embracing a University student standing on the platform of the car. It is, replied the conductor, whose sense of humor had evidently long since worn off. “Well, is this where I change? continued the robust one. straightening her bonnet and trying to regain her breath after such a strenuous course of action. What car do you want? asked the polite conductor. Why. the Minnehaha car, the woman replied, surprised that he should ask such a question. “Yes. change here. he told her. Do you know I always gel confused here. my latest entertainer went on. you say only one name or the other, and I never can remember that Fifteenth and Cedar and Seven Corners are the same place. I was telling my husband the other night I thought—’’ Change to Minnehaha.’’ called the exasperated conductor, his hand on the bell- rope. At this reproof, the woman began descending the car steps and finally sidled through one of the gates, casting withering glances in the direction of the gray coated official. How many kinds of people it takes to make a woild! I thought, and I smiled as I pondered on the old saying: O wad some pow’r the giftie gie us. To see oursels as others see us! alir $?ra Hark! how the waves do rage and shout To the trees on the broad seaside! Listen again! the waves are out. And in comes the rushing tide. Do you sec the crest ol the foaming wave? Do you hear the breakers roar and rave? How the mighty swell breaks with a shock. And the wild northeaster blows! The waves splash over the firm-fixed rock. Leaving a hundred loud echoes. Can you see the black waves heave in the air? Can you hear their thunders booming there? The sea-gulls shriek their lonely cry. As the wild wave swells and races. And the billows rolling swiftly by. Seek out the vast sea’s places. O, the wide, wild sea that the sailors love! And the great blue vastness far above! 81 tthruflanthrmum Chrysanthemum, of color gold. From out the land of the rising sun. You come with warmth to our northern cold. You brighten our lives. Chrysanthemum! You cheer the sad. those filled with woe; You make each one forget his ill. With all your beauty's soft, sweet glow. Chrysanthemum, our hearts you thrill! V ou bring us peace and God’s good-will. His watchful care and love untold; I he world make bright, our lives you fill. You capture hearts that have grown cold. You enrich the poor, the world make light; And earth is nigh the realm above Since unto us you teach the might, I hc power, and grace of God’s great love. aljr Springtimp Oh Spring, thou are not after all so new; Thy flowers, so fresh, so beautiful to charm. Are but the garnered fruits of other years. The rain, the earth, the sun in other form. Thy grass, so green, so soft, in richness spread. Has sprung from out the ripening and the fall Of other grasses, just as beautiful. And owes its own brief life to their existence all. And so it is with the whole universe: I hings change their shape but do not cease to be. I he water, drawn as vapor to the clouds. Returns to earth and satisfies the tiec. The shrub, the flower. E’en man. the noblest, best Of all God’s handiwork, resumes His image blest. 82 ®o an Arrnjilaur Oh. ship of air in clouds to sail. So light, so graceful, swift,—you glide. As though with eagle wings, and ride Your high and free aerial trail. You bear no shining coat of mail.— You have no need of armored side.— But open as the air. abide; Swept through by cv’ry wind and gale. O’er mountain top and plain you dip. Or ’tween the canyon walls you dart. Or ’bovc the ocean waves you skip. As pilot guides with fearless heart. Then back, a gull, you fly to earth. Your harbor and your land of birth. Sn a Kitten l urry little pussy cat Dozing by the fire. Have you e’er so much as thought Whether you are good for aught? With your coal of silken fur. With your dainty, bell-like purr,— Have you ever thought of that. Fuiry little pussy cat? As ycu scamper to and fro. As you lie on cushions low. Have you ever stopped to try Just to ask the reason why? No. indeed, for why should you. Just a furry pussy cat. Puzzle your poor little brain With such reasoning as that? I is no task for such as you Leave that for some sage to do. Sleep on. little pussy cat. Warm and snug upon your mat. 83 An (Oiir In a (Canary Blithe, little canary. Your song is ho gay. So clear and so airy. And you sing all the day. But hark you, and listen. A question I’ll ask. Do you never have sorrow or pain? Or do you assume your sweet song as a mask. To hide what you feel till you’re happy again? An (0br Oh. lily-of-lhe-valley. Beneath your rough, green leaf Is seen your modest beauty. If one hut parts the sheaf. From you we learn a lesson.— That from uncultured minds. Or under rough exteriors. Great beauty one oft finds. A £ifr t aurr Editor Cady sat at bis desk. Scowling and pulling his hair. Wearily passing his hand o’er his brow. To see if his brow was still there. Think of the tragic fate that was his, frying to pick from the mess. Something of poetry, something of prose. Fit to be sent to the press. Cady, 1 think, would be dead by now. If Fate had caused him to miss. The Juicy Bit that he finally found. That little J. B. was—THIS! ahr Alpha (Omrpa Oibatiuu $orirhi Leigh Paul Pdlt Anders C arlton Laurence Cady Thorny Carbon Morni Kantar Abe Sugaiman Lamoreaux John Corcoran Harry Weuman Norman Johnson Leland Morgan Sam Sewall Allison Gable Sam Weuman Stanley Haynes Paul Raihle Harold Cram VJlivct ouswell Alpha (Dnu'ita Drhattim nrirttj STUDENT MEMBERS President—Thorgny C. Carlton Vice President—Sam Wcisman Secretary—Allison Gable Vice Secretary—Paul Raihle Treasurer—Morris Kantar Sergcant-at-Arms—John Corcoran Laurence H. Cady Norman E. Johnson A. Brooks Sheldon Sam Sewell Arthur Sullivan Leigh L moreaux Abe Sugarman John Granrud Stanley H. Haynes Harold Cram Harry Wcisman Alex. Fort Paul Peik Raymond Henderson Oliver Bushwell Anders Carlson FACULTY MEMBERS Mr. Louis G. Cook Mr. David H. Holbrook Mr. Charles S. Pendleton Mr. Judson R. Towne Working under various handicaps, the 1910 debating team did as well as could be reasonably expected. Difficulties caused by a schedule which forced a change of sides at each debate, without intermission, and the fact that we found it necessary to change teams at each of the first three debates, could hardly be overcome. The championship was won by Central, which received the votes of nine judges during the season, while East secured four. The question used in the city league was. Resolved, that Minnesota should adopt the Initiative and Referendum. Each team debated twice on each side of the question. The debating team was composed of Thorgny Carlson, Stanley Haynes. John Corcoran. Laurence Cady and Paul Raihle. Morris Kantar was a substitute throughout the season, and gave his best efforts toward preparing the debates. In the North debate. East was represented by Haynes. Carlson and Raihle. On account of sickness. Haynes was forced to drop out, thereby depriving East of a most valuable debater. In the South debate, Corcoran took Haynes’ place. In the Central and West debates. Cady worked with Carlson and Raihle. Much credit is due Mr. Holbrook for his painstaking work in developing a team under adverse conditions. Mr. McClintic and Mr. Pendleton also contributed valuable advice and instruction. Praise should also be given to the faithful few who so loyally supported an often-losing team. The extension of this small but faithful band is necessary for future success, for. without support, a team is much disheartened. 86 msatm % % , , v '' t’ 'Zf ' ' wmm Y S. mm W MX'-'Z'V- M t :%WM. mm m ■ A mm wmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mam ymm%v ahr Debate arum Thorgny Carlson Paul Raihle Laurence Cady Morris Kantar John Corcoran Stanley Haynes Drr Drutfirtir |irarh Hrrritt Miss Strohmcier's classes, so she thought. Knew far less German than they ought. To teach them more she vainly sought; Until at length one day she thought Upon 'den Deutschcn Sprach Verein.’ “With weighty German, who could hope. Without a lexicon, to cope? Aghast, each student faintly cried, But all sucecded when they tried. While in ‘dem Deutschcn Sprach Verein. So this we hear, in language broken. All by a student wildly spoken:— (He’s steeped in German to the ears. For naught but German now he hears. When in 'dem Deutschen Sprach Verein.’) “Wir haben heute joy gehabt. For Valentines wir haben swapped. Ein Wunderschones each one got; But Uaurence Cady’s beat der lot— ‘Den ganzen 'Deutschcn Sprach Verein’.’’ This himmlisch. zartlich. kleines note, Man sagt Eugenia A. es wrote. He read it to us once ganz through, Und Fraulcin Benson giggled, too. Though in ‘dem Deutschen Sprach Verein.’ Miss Strohmcier said. Now Ella write. To that Dutch club we have in sight. ’Mong other things you these must say—” But Ella’d fainted dead away. Right in 'dem Deutschen Sprach Verein.’ Miss Daphne then ein Licdchen sang. With Schmcrz und Lieb her voice it rang. We all then sang O. Augustine Und schnell got up and liefen hin. 88 JFrrnrh Sswirtij The French Society is a gathering of young maidens flitting about the good Monsieur. Roll call reveals the fact that Sadie Bush has gone to the hair dresser’s and that Elma Eastman is at the manicurist’s. Monsieur begins to talk to Agnes Armstrong, much to her confusion, and asks her if she has ever taken a trip. Oui. Monsieur. Christmas vacation I went to Saint Paul for a couple of days.” ’’Do you ever expect to go to Paris?” “Non, Monsieur.” Wouldn’t you like to go? Non, Monsieur. Murder! or Good Heavens! Ou est-se que vous avez mange votre dejeuner, cn train. Madamoiselle Plant? ( Where did you eat your dinner, on the train, Miss Plant? ) “J'ai mange mon dejeuner dans de locomotive. ’ You ate your luncheon on the engine? Well, you always were silly, and I might expect just such an answer from you. Now, Mile. Schaetzel, will you report how much money we have in the treasury? Seventeen cents. I suggest that we use that money to buy sweet pickles and macaroons for the next meeting.” This was quickly agreed to. Now we will play a game of Authors, if you draw around the table. Anyone who docs not talk French will have to pay a fine. Everything was going smoothly when Marjorie jumped up and said. Oh. Valeria, don’t—’’ and then she remembered the fine. Vous ne pincherez pas mon toe! Here Monsieur Fyans inteirupted with. I hi little game, which so delights our minds, will be put aside as soon as wc have mastered it. and then we will try our luck at tiddlc-de-winks. But. of course, he said all this first in hrcnch—before he translated it. In the middle of the game M. Fyans appetite got away with him. so he started to make the tea and open a box of crackers. After a pleasant conversation over the tea cups, the girls tore themselves away, turning back at times with many a fond look and gentle, “Bon jour. Monsieur. Swans sing before they die. ’ I were r.o bad thing did certain persons die before they sing. Can it be that the poet was thinking of the Girls' Glee Club? 89 6br tast Sigh UUu|s’ (Dub President.................... ................................................Edwin Dillman Vice President..................................................................David Giltinan Secretary and I reasufer..................................................... .Stanley Haynen Early in the fall the school was visited by Mr. David R. Porter of New York City. Mr. Porter, who was a Rhoades scholar, gave a delightful address about his experiences while at Oxford. About a week later, some twenty-five boys met at Stanley Haynes’ home for the purpose of meeting Mr. Porter. He. with the help of Mr. Cartlich of the local Y. M. C. A., outlined a plan by which he hoped to organize in each school a club for the purpose of raising the moral standard existing among High School boys. After some discussion upon the advisability of forming the club, it was voted to organize, and committee of six was chosen, with Haynes as the chan min. This committee was to meet with Mr. Cartlich and draw up a form of constitution to submit to the club as a whole. I he committee met with a representative from West and Central and drew up resolutions. These were submitted to the club and accepted, and officers were elected. The club took for its study a small book called. Life Questions of High School Boys. by Prof. Jenks of Cornell. Mr. Cartlich was chosen for leader of the discussions. Meetings were held every week. Clubs of the same kind were formed at West and Central. Representatives from each club meet once a month to discuss the welfare of the clubs as a whole. This committee decided that, once every two months, the clubs should meet all together at a banquet. The schools were to take turns in managing these banquets. The first banquet was given by the West High Club at Dayton’s Tea rooms. December 5. 1909. After dinner had been served, greetings from each school were given by Crawford of West. Robb of Central, and Haynes of East. Principal W. F. Webster gave a short address on Sir Galahad. and was followed by President Cyrus Northrop, who spoke on the advantage of a good moral life to school boys. The second banquet was given by Central at the Y. M. C. A. banquet rooms on Feb. I. 1910. The meeting was presided over by the President of the Central Club. Reports were listened to from each school. The Club from North was present at this banquet. Mr. Greer, of Central, and Rev. J. E. Burhnell were the speakers. The third banquet was given by the East Club. April 5. 1910. at the Y. M. C. A. Building. After the banquet, music was furnished by the North High quartette. Crawford. of West, and Shannon, of East. Hillwcg, of Central, gave an interesting reading. The Clubs were fortunate enough to have Mr. Porter, the founder of the movement, as speaker. He talked about the results of our clubs and the outlook for next year. Although the Clubs are not very large, they have been steadily growing, and interest is always high. The outlook for next year is very bright. Let every fellow who is interested in this movement turn out and support the Club next year. 9 ) MUSIC Lorraine Pearson (Drdiratra � LEADER MR. W. F. WEBSTER FIRST VIOLINS Fred Johnson Eva Adair Thomas Cameron Arthur Eide Almyra Olsen SECOND VIOLINS Kenneth Morrow Fiut Krueger Oliver Buswf.ll BASS Laurence Cady FIRST CLARINET Emmette Horr SECOND CLARINET Henry Chase Don Flower FLUTE Hart Anderson Douglas Anderson FIRST CORNET SECOND CORNET Raymond Shannon I nest Anderson Courtenay Hening Roy Barnes FRENCH HORN Stephen Podany TENOR DRUM Orrin Markhus TROMBONE Michael Jalma BASS DRUM Leland Morgan PIANO Daphne Sardeson Dorothy Dollenmyer (Ehr Hags’ (6ler QUub 1 he Club this year has not been up to the standard of former years. The Carusos and Scottis did not turn out as well as usual. Several of the former members appeared, but a majority of the places were filled with new voices. Mr. Holbrook, again acting as instructor, had trained the boys carefully and had chosen songs which would have been enjoyed by all. But every lime an appointment was made to sing, something happened to deprive them of the opportunity. Finally, when Mr. Holbrook’s health became impaired through the added strain of training the debating team along with the final tests of the term, the Club was disbanded. No officers had been chosen and since the former ones had all graduated no formal organization was effected. All the boys who are interested hope that the Club will organize again this spring. 92 dhr (Orrlirslra V Shr (Girls’ (Birr (Hub Esther Hu. Jon Caryl Eaton Florence Fribcrg Esther Ccoperman Katherine Rollins Ceceil Forinan Clara Walling Clara Hill Lillian Benson Blanche Wilson Marion Simpson Ida Marchessault Zora Centerwall Kathleen Donaghue Mildred Lucas Frances Dibb Henrietta Reusse Edith Andersch Miriam Best Bergliot Hafstad Mabel I urnquist Ruby DuLac Marion Fish Pearl Cutshall Agnes Armstrong Frances Storch Helen Clark Irene Riesburg Anna White Frances Niccum Edith Wennerblom Elvetta McDiarmid For several years, the Girls’ Glee Club has been a feature of the East High school life. This year it owes its success to the exceptionally good voices and the always enthusiastic rehearsals of the thirty members who compose the club. The songs studied have always been chosen from the work of the greatest masters, the object being an acquaintance with and an appreciation of the classics, and a wish to inspire a love for one of the choicest gifts of God—music. A certain poet’s creed: When it is appointed me to suffer, let me. so far as humanly be possible, take example from the well-bred beasts, and bear my suffering by myself. Poor Brother Ives, his sufferings must be humanly impossible. 94 A 8 ntinr Hulletm Dancing November 25. 1909 Mrs. Noble’s Academy. Note I. Hurrah for the girls! Eight of the Senior boys decorated the hall. It was well done, too. Note 2. The Cardinal-bedimmed electric globes tinted most beautifully the dainty dresses of the graceful damsels, as they each did trip it on the light fantastic toe. Note 3. My! Those boys! Didn’t they look sweet in their rented suits? Note 4. I here were several side-amusements. I he first extra was a skirt dance by Pat, illustrating with frantic springing gestures. ‘Sure. I’ve got rings on my fingers, and bells on my toes.” The second was the new dance called The Freshman Interference” executed by Helen McDermott and Vera Meneilly. For the third—Florence Elwell gave a wonderful imitation of Genec. when dancing a barn dance with Bill Young. She suddenly gave a little extra kick with her right foot, sending a dainty pump swiftly across the hall. No one was hurt. The lost pump was returned. Note 5. Gladys Little was there with I oot Strong. N. B.—Hal gave her permission. and watched the dances through the doorway. Note 6. David Giltinan. class president, was there in spirit only. Note 7. Sadie Bush was out of town, but at the last minute Morton Houston screwed up his courage and brought another girl. Note 8. Question—Was Valeria ashamed of us. or of her brother, that wonderful brother whom we hear so much about? Only one oi two favored ones met him. Note 9. Stung! Ask Hugo Speier why he did not take Catherine Hixon. Hugo, your rival was happy. Note 10. Many East High students issued forth for a pleasant evening; some West High, and several Alumni. 96 Note I I. There were four dandy chaperones too.—Mr. and Mrs. Pendleton, and Mr. and Mrs. Cook; they were not afraid to dance cither. Note I 2. Ornamenting the stage, from whence came catchy, pretty and well-played music, were numerous good-looking banners. According to H. K. the programs were “just as cute as they could be. Note I 3. It is a shame to give him away, but once, Chester Turner, growing excited. danced half way around the room before discovering the absence of his partner. The young lady became separated from dear Chester in the crowd, and he never knew it. Note 14. This was a mighty fine party, and we sure had a grand time. Mr. Cook kindly opened his mansion on Ja.i. 22. 1910, to the Senior Class for an informal coasting party. The evening was rpent in mirth and laughter. No flowers were needed, for the brilliant cardinal and white sweaters of the girls and boys were adornments in themselves. The class is so overrun with fair damsels that Clifford Ives generously loaned a bob to David Giltinan and Morton Houston, so that they might escort six damsels each, leaving only two apiece for the other youths. After we had spent the first part of the evening in playing games, nourishing refreshments were daintily served by the Social Committee. (Morton Houston ate twelve doughnuts.) Souvenir cards on which was scribbled the class yell, were prettily tied with green and gold, the class colors. Later, the party coasted on l ower Hiil and the other hills in Prospect Park. Constantly, from all sides, could be heard the musical notes of the screechers, which had been distributed among the class members. Marvelous stunts were performed. David Giltinan sat on the front of a big bob, and little Ray Shannon at the end. When the bob daringly hit a huge bump, up bounded Ray. gracefully alighting in the road, and up bounded David, who sailed peacefully over the heads of the load and landed magnificently on the place vacated by Ray. This was only one of the many spectacular feats performed on that memorable evening. Gingham aprons, and sunbonnetsl Such was the garb of the class of 1910, as they assembled at Wanda Alexander’s home for a Hard Times Party. Mr. Alexander’s spacious factory was used for romping games. The Hard Times theme was carried out in programs of butcher’s paper, upon which were suggested topics of conversation. Forfeits of beans, enclosed in green and gold bags, had to be paid for using certain forbidden words. A hand-worked pennant was awarded to the winner. The Senior Social Committee boys showed themselves able waiters while passing the ice-cream and cake. 7 1011 (Class Junior JJarttrs 1 he first Junior parly this year was a hayrack party. Miss Case and Miss Gene- ieve Shakespeare McDill acted as chaperones. After riding for some time, we went to East Lindsay s home, where we had a marshmallow roast, and generally enjoyed our-sehes. 1 here were about twenty-four representatives from the 1911 class who turned out. Do you remember that queer fellow' who dresses and walks like a fashion plate? Well, imagine the fact, that Helen Raw went with him. We didn’t think she had the courage; but one never can tell from size. James Hate joy took Maggie Sickington, and since then1 they have had a “fierce” crush. Windy Houseard escorted Julie Digup. Oh. there were a lot of handsome people there. I hen we had another party, which was exclusively a class affair; that is. one member of each couple had to be a Junior. Several outsiders got in. but then, we were glad to get their five cents a dance. At this party, each boy asked a girl, as usual, but the girls were also supposed to invite the boys. And. oh. what secrets came out. That littie (?) Scotch girl wearing the McGregor plaid couldn't find anyone good enough for her at East, so she nabbed one of West’s choicest specimens. At last our other Scotch immigrant. Lindsay, also had the pleasure of taking his heart’s desire. All got along amiably together, excepting Dropoline Clark and Fred Short, who had a little tussle on ;he floor, in which Dropoline was worsted. She really had a severe fall, and had to leave early. Mildred Lessc tried to screw up her courage to ask Henry Tillotdaughter. Out as she had only been admiring him from afar, she didn’t dare. There were not enough girls there for Sitly Haynes, so he was obliged to flirt with the organ grinder. The affair was at Wilson’s old hall, which was beautifully decorated with banners and the many High School celebrities present. After this grand success, we tried to get up a sleigh ride. but. about two days before the affair was to come off. Mr. Webster shut down on us. You behaved like a bunch of lowdies on your hayrack party.” I hough none of us. not even the former chaperones, knew where the difficulty lay, we gave up the sleigh ride in despair. A little later on. however, we were permitted to have a dancing party. For this we made posters and invited everybody at a dollar a couple. We gave it at Mrs. Noble’s Academy, and borrowed the artistic decorations which the Seniors had used at their party. The boys suddenly grew bashful and refused to ask the girls. For this reason, the affair was attended chiefly by the Alumni, a few Seniors and a delegation from West High. There were a few courageous Juniors. For example. Toot Weak invited Julie Digup. and when she said she would go even as sixth fiddle, he said: I beg your par- don. You are only the fifth. I think Julie felt relieved. For the dance, Mr. Webster called the extras, and again Miss McDill fulfilled the duties of a chaperone. The few who were there thoroughly enjoyed themselves. We gave only one more party. I hat was the farewell dance to the Seniors, the grand Junior-Senior. It took all our ingenuity to rake up enough money to finance it. But then, it will be our turn to be treated next year and we shall then be even. 98 99 ahr Athlrtir Hoard of (fmitnil Mr. Louis G. Cook Stanley Haynes Mr. G F. McCiintic Mark Starred Morris Kantar David Giltinan Morton HouUon [ 'J L— ahr JFmitliaU aram Edwin Dillman Morton Houston Mr. C. K. McCImtic (Coach) KumcII l ollefson (Captain) Donald Brown Gaylord Hunt Allan Johnston Michael Jalma Willred Code John Hills James Reed William Anderson Hal Tillotson Raymond Shannon Clifford Ives i JPmrtbaU A cleaner, fairer, harder-working squad would be hard lo find. Out on Sand Burr Field it was until dark every afternoon, rain or shine, hot or cold, to perfect its team work. East did not win her share of the High School games, but there are other things to be gained. Mac inspired the fellows with a spirit of fair and clean play that they never knew before. This alone would be a good season’s work, and the other things he accomplished are too numerous to mention here. I his season the squad changed the scene of their preliminary games from St. I homas to Macalester, and they managed to come out with the big end of the score in each game. On October I, the loyal alumni were taken on and defeated by 6-0. without the services of the stars. Dillman and Tollefson. Two weeks later, on October 15. the regular championship season was opened by East vs. West. The line had cn off day in this game and it seemed impossible for Shannon to get the plays started, although when West had the ball, they were unable to gain. But fortune favored them. West blocked a punt which flew over the fence back of our goal. In the scramble which followed. West recovered the ball and the referee gave them the score. The second score was made by an onside kick play near the end of the game. East came back strong but were unable to gain at the critical moment, and the game ended. East 0; West II. This was Shannon's first game at quarter, and. although the odds were against him, he played a remarkable game. Houston also played his first game and showed great ability as a line plunger. On October 22. East clashed with North. At the start, it looked like a sorrowful day for North. East worked the ball from the kick-off to the North five-yard line, by a great exhibition of open and mass play. Here a fumble lost the ball, and North took a wonderful brace and showed its ability. After the ball had changed hands several times. North finally scored a touchdown. On the kick-off following. Dillman was injured and had to be removed. The rooters knew what this meant at this stage of the game, as they realized Dilly’s value. When the play started again, Fillotson was filling his place. He played a wonderfully strong game, and was a surprise to everyone. In the second half. Knacblc finished the scoring by kicking a goal from the 40-yard line. The final score was East 0. North 8. On Saturday morning, October 30, East met Central. The old men had not forgotten the defeat of last year. We will beat Central was the slogan. Central was so far outclassed that last year’s defeat was more than evened up. Early in the game. Dilly brought the stands to their feet by one of his famous 60-yard runs. Soon after, by some chance. Dilly was left out on the side line. Before Central noticed him. they shot a long, pretty pass, which Dilly grabbed from the hands of two Central players and. bowling them over, tore across the goal line. This was the first score of the season for East, and a burst of enthusiastic applause greeted Dilly. Soon after. East scored two more points on a safely and as soon as the ball was in their possession, they pushed it up the held and over the line for the second touchdown. Our first victory: East 13, Central 0! The loyal supporters of the Cardinal showed they were still alive by the celebration which followed the game. On the following Friday, November 3, came South. South relied entirely on Peterson’s kicking ability, but in Dillman they had a strong opponent. South was forced to play on the defensive during the entire game, winning only by Savage’s great run, the length of the held, which was the only score. East 0. South 5. East took their trip a week later. November I 3. to Winona, one of the strongest high school teams in the state. The held was muddy, and Tollefson won the game by great drop-kicking. He kicked two goals from the held which decided the game. East 6, Winona 0. On the following Saturday, East finished the season in grand style by holding Shattuck to a 0-0 score. Shattuck, defeated only once, and Prep. School champions, came up for a little fun. but they left, a sadly disappointed bunch. I he ball was in their territory during all the first half and a score was prevented once by a fumble after the line had been crossed. For several men. this was the last high school game, and everyone finished his career with much credit. It is impossible to say too much in praise of the football squad and coach. Although the championship was not landed, it was a great season, l or the first time in the history of the school, a second team was kept out up to the last game of the season. They were out as regularly as the first team men, to be walked on and pounded around the field, but always came back looking for more. They lost but one game of their schedule, and in them abundant material can be found to fill the places left vacant by first team men who leave. tfuirknj I he season of 1909-1910 caused hockey to go down in the history of school athletics as one of the most flourishing sports of the year. The game, although new to city high schools has come to the front in a way that insures its stability in school athletics. This year a league was formed among the city high schools. Two games were played with each school. In this way teams had a better chance to show their strength, and yet the season was long enough to avoid crowding the games. Owing to the newness of the sport, the city lacked rinks for the teams to practice on. I his difficulty was partly overcome by the park board's building a rink on Lake of the Isles. East, while having good material, was so far from the rink, that lack of practice put them out of first running. 1 l ey were looked upon, however, as a dangerous foe by the other high schools and always defended the school by a hard fight. They finished the season a close third. 103 vtlir ijurkrii (Train Cunt Gray Henry Jordan Hal Tillotron William Young Randall Cowling Clifford Ives David Gildnan 104 She Hasp Sail (Train Henry Houle Ruuell I ollrfton Donald Brown Edwin Dillman Arthur Pidgeon Lorin Solon Gaylord Hunt Hugo Hunter Jamei Reed David Van Deren The baseball season of 1909 was a most successful one. Although practice was marred by a late spring, plenty of good material was on hand and a first-class team was selected. I he league plan of games, formed a year ago. was carried out, and proved most successful. East, while not taking first place, showed up strongly in the league, and came in a close second for the high honors. Enthusiasm was very great among the players over their brand new white suits, which looked very neat. Outside of the city high school schedule, the team journeyed to Saint Paul, scoring a decisive victory over the Mechanic Arts high school. A game was arranged to play Shattuck at haribault, but unfortunately the weather conditions did not allow the trip. Baseball does not get the support it should in school, coming late in the school year, when school interest is not very great. If you want to be American, support your baseball team and get interested in the National game. Caesar primum suo equo remoto deinde omnium (Caesar, having first removed his own horse, then removed those of all the others.) Sophomore (writing in hurry) Caesar, having first removed his own hose, then removed those of all the others. 105 a hr armtiu Cram Sciforde Stcllwagrn Henry Jordan David Outfield O-rtmiH Spring I ourney of 1909.—Twenty-five boys entered the spring tourney to try out for the team to represent East at the annual Inter-Scholastic. Chatfield met Stellwagen in the finals of this tourney and lost to him 6-2. 6-3, 7-5. Wellington. Chatfield and Stellwagen represented East at the Inter-Scholastic. The Inter-Scholastic was held at the courts at Dcephaven, Lake Minnetonka, on June I I and 12. Both Chatfield and Wellington were eliminated from further play in the first round, Chatfield losing to Lankester of St. Paul Central by a score of 3-6, 6-3, 6-3. and Wellington losing to Wagner of St. Paul Central by a score of 6-4, 6-2. Stellwagen won his first match from Moorhead of Minneapolis Central High by a score of 6-3, 6-1. He then won his second round match from McGee of St. Paul Central by a score of 6-4, 3-6. 6-2. This placed him in the semi-finals where he was defeated by Armstrong of St. Paul Mechanic Arts 6-2, 6-3. Fall Tourney of 1909—Another school tourney was held in the fall. Stellwagen won this tourney, defeating Jordan in the finals by a score of 6-1, 6-0, 6-0. There were twenty boys entered in this tourney. 106 Shr erark dram Ed. Rec Randall Cowling Mr. McClinlic (Coach) Ed. Dillman Thomas Do«y Clifford Ives Harold Cram Charles Alcock Arthur Johnson Ferdinand Perk ulrark I rack Athletics at East High were more flourishing in 1909 than they have been for several years. A great deal of enthusiasm was shown in this branch of sport as was demonstrated by the gTeat number of entries in the annual Inter-Class Field Meet. On May 8th the team went to Shattuck, and. although we did not win. we beat out all but one of our rivals from Minneapolis. We scored 20 2-3 points and won fourth place out of nine schools entered. The next event was the inter-class meet. There was a great deal of good natured rivalry over this; and much to the sorrow of the Seniors and the elation of the 1910 Class, we won. scoring 72 points to the Seniors’ 59. The Sophomores gathered in 19 points, but the Freshmen failed to make a place. The University Preparatory School Meet on May 22nd was won by Menominee, Wisconsin. East, through a bad break in luck, did not show up very strong, securing only six points. I he Northwestern Interscholastic Meet was the big meet for us. In this meet we lost to Central by only one point. Captain Nimmo and Cowling did some fine work. Nimmo getting a first and two seconds and Cowling one first and one second. Anderson and Alcock also shared in the point gathering, each getting a first place. 1 he final standings of the schools were as follows; Minneapolis Central. 34; East. 33; St. Paul Central. 30; North, 15; Mechanics Arts 10. Several records were broken, two being by East boys: Nimmo running the 120 yard hurdles in 16 seconds flat, and Alcock broad-jumping 20 feet inches. 107 (pnalitij £ tmt Bu J. M. BARBIE Artrh by lbr £rmor (ClaisB. In Ilir £. iH. £ . Aubituruim iflay 13. 1910 CAST OF CHARACTERS Granville Howard..........................................................David Giliinan Lieutenant Wright.........................................................Allison Gable Captain Winchester........................................................Robert Gray Lieutenant Small...........................................................Mark Starrett Major Pepper............................................................Stanley Haynes Albert Sidney Wallace, Jr.................................................Ray Shannon Sergeant................................................................Thorgny Carlson Phoebe Sparrow. . Sarah Sparrow. . . Matilda Langweed Julia Langweed . . . Isabel Appleton . . . Ellen ........... . . . . Elsie Hankcy Wanda Alexander , . . .Valeria Ladd . .Catherine Hixon Eugenia Anderson ... Marjorie Mix 108 •iroKioa - four hrauuht ftruuk. our buty rlrar lUr lirrak thr bn uil. auh bisapyrar! 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