East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1912 volume:

(DINNJeAPOtlS public LiBttAttV THE CARDINAL PUBLISHED ANNUALLY BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE EAST HIGH SCHOOL MINNEAPOLIS VOLUME SIX THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF JUNE, 1912 rffJVWrA OLfS COLLCCTIOK The Alumni Speak The Cardinal is with us once more. The editors have spent long, weary hours conjuring up diabolically clever “grinds which they have carefully inserted beneath the unsuspecting picture of each beloved class-mate. These same editors have made stealthy entrance into the treasury of each organization in the school, and have departed, bearing additional tribute t- the shrine of the class book. Scientific hold-up methods have been employed, that the voracious subscription list might be satisfied. Hut it’s all in the game, for we must have the Cardinal. 1 am asked to write a greeting from the Alumni. Having received no commission from the aforesaid Alumni, but clad only with the authority vested in me by the managing editor. I proceed to my task without further apology. The Alumni of East High arc quite agreed on one point, which is that their Alma Mater must assert herself once more in the various branches of interscholastic competition. East High has not been highly successful in her debates and athletic contests of the past four or five years. It has oft been said that mere winning does not constitute success. But victory usually represents superiority over rivals and surely East High should excel in some competitive branch of inter-scholastic activity. The activities of a High School, outside the curriculum requirements, are carried on for the benefit of the largest number. They are justified and only become successful when a great many contribute to their development and partake of their benefits. The Alumni hope that a developing spirit of unselfishness will result in greater glory and more noteworthy successes for East High. William W. Hodsox. Four V •« To the Alumni of East High School As a token of the honor and appreciation which we feel The name they have made for East High School We respectfully dedicate This book ■ i� '.(.I LfUION W. F. WEBSTER My ( ear friends: Today is your time of dreams. To earn a little; to save a little: to labor honestly; to establish a home that shall be filled with peace and sweetened by love; to rant comfort and security to those who look to you for support,—ruddy childhood and whitened age: to provide for the far-off days, when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and those that look out of the windows shall be darkened:—to fulfill these sacred obligations with honor demands in man or woman courage that never falters and labor that never halts. And yet vour sacred obligations do not cease when you have cared for home and parents and children. The path from every door leads out to a life of turmoil, of struggle. of cruelty. And when stifled cries plead for protection, the strong arm of power seems palsied that it cannot trike. In a government where the people may be the rulers, theirs always is the responsibility, in imperial Germany, in parliamentary England, in republican United States, the people issues the final word of command. Accepting this tremendous responsibility, coming slowly to a knowledge of its power, the great unnamed people of all the world is moving out to a vaster region, where each recognizes the dependence of all. and there is no master and no slave. In the fullness of time, a new idea has been born. It cuts sheer across the fictitious boundaries that separate nations; it sweeps away sceptres and thrones. Chains of mountains cannot wall it in; nor can broad oceans hold back God’s truth. Now nowhere within tiie bounds of civilization can man live unto himself. Man is brutalized by the brutes he makes: and man is ennobled whenever he grants to humanity a new title of nobility. To give a little, but to labor more; to think earnestly, and to act fearlessly; to be kind: in all your doings to fulfill the Golden Rule of action,—who among you can do these things, he will bring true for himself the world's new dream of a beautiful life. Sincerely yours. F. Webster. Si l il A . THE CARDINAL BOARD Editor-in-Chicf............................................Samuel Sewall Business Manager.............................................Wyman C. C. Cole Assistant Editor.......................................Abraham L. Sugarman ASSOCIATE EDITORS f Margaret L. Anderson Literary...........................................-j Ruth L. Erwin (Edward C. Nicholson Art........................................................Dorothy Decker Society......................................................Katharine Baker ()rganizations.............................................Xorman Barden Athletics...................... ...........................Charles H. Davis Eiljhi “Wasn't the frappe the best you ever tasted? The hall really looked quite partified. didn’t it? 1 think that was really an awfully nice thing for the teachers to do. Some freshmen were overheard talking thus a few days after the freshman reception. Yes. “It was an awfully nice thing for the teachers to do.” When the freshmen enter High School they are dazed by the newness of everything. They have no feeling of responsibility, they are laughed at by upper classmen because they are wee and look insignificant. Ily means of the reception given for the freshmen and their parents, the students were made to feel a sort of responsibility; they took part in the program, and they could really feel they were a part of the school. Their mothers and fathers were given an opportunity to see the building, and to meet Mr. Webster and the teachers. It helped to bring the students, parents, and teachers into a closer feeling of friendship and co-operation. We have heard that there is to be a reception for the upper classes as well as for the freshmen, and we hope that it is so. for this is surely a splendid movement on the part of the faculty, this effort to bring the students, parents, and teachers closer together and to make Hast High known and loved by the students, and understood and appreciated by their parents. The Sub “64-11-59-43 —Thud—Rush—Shouts. Out on the field the men are striving their hardest to beat Central. Pel ton rushes up and down the sidelines, fairly bristling with intense excitement, oblivious of everything except the game. Huey snaps the ball to Rees; Son Hamilton rips a vast chasm in the red-and-blue line: Mahoney looms up and crashes through the hole, over the goal! The whistle blows for time—. We won! Down on the sideline, a dressing-gowned figure suddenly springs up. seizes a long gown lying near, and runs out onto the field, to envelop the hero. “Who is that fellow? Oh. only a sub.—not good enough for the fir t team—not good enough to represent East—tried hard, but couldn’t make it—not much. I guess— only a sub. Then, above a great hubbub of voices, appears the victorious team, borne in this moment of victory on the shoulders of their cheering friends. Among the crowd.—almost lost sight of—the sub. They march shouting around the field and into the dressing room, packing it to the doors, and overflowing in a jostling mob outside, everyone shouting and XI iic cheering for the heroes. “Great work, old man! —“Say but you put tip a peach of a fight! Nothing but honor is accorded the team. And why? Were these conquering heroes given this ovation because they had a little more muscle than the other team, because they averaged heavier than Central, because they were faster, or taller, or could tackle harder? Was it not rather because they had the nerve to go up against a stronger team and show them and us the true old East spirit, because they never quit working, because they did their best and kept on doing it ? (Ircat honor is due to the fellows who humbled Central and showed North and South and West what the real, old, never-quit East spirit is: but just as great honor is due to the fellow on the sidelines who tried his hardest to be on the team, even though he couldn't quite make it: the fellow who did his best and kept on doing it: the fellow who stood for the thing that East stands for, never to quit. Citizens in The Making If there is one class of students at East High which deserves more than any other the honor and praise of the student body, that class is composed of those boys and girls who work their way through school. The rich man s son (often a worthless sort, though sometimes quite the contrary) does not. and cannot see how a fellow can be at work every afternoon at 1 :30 and work all day Saturday. To him. the idea is preposterous. Vet. there are many boys and girls in E. II. S. who are doing that very thing. These people should be respected more than the football hero, the debater, or the one who reads the valedictory, for they are the ones who will help make the world a better place. They are preparing for the struggles and problems of real life, compared to which the trials of a high school course are trivial, indeed. Hut think what sacrifices the young man who works must make as regards his school life, lie may have ambitions to get high marks, to debate, to play football or baseball. He may be a “star in one of these lines, but he has no opportunity to indulge, for these things all take practice, which means time. And all his spare time is taken up in an office or shop. He may want to let loose some of his surplus animal energy and school spirit bv attending the games and yelling for East; but even this pleasure is denied him. Of the great benefits which the student derives from his work, it is not the purpose of this essay to speak. Hut let this point remain, that the fellow who gets on the football team is not the greatest man on earth. His honors must at least equally be shared by the fellow who works his way through the High School course. If it came to a test as to who would make more of a success in later life, which would be a better citizen, the training of the latter makes him by far a favorite. $ The Cardinal wishes to extend its most grateful thanks to the nine-hundred-odd persons who swelled the subscription list, and to the great number who so gallantly responded to the request for literary or other contributions. We also wish to express our appreciation of the valuable suggestions offered by Mr. Robertson. of the Architect Press, and of the help received from the English teachers, and especially to Miss Jeter. Miss McDill. Mr. Spolin, Miss Crump, and Mr. Webster, for their editorial aid and helpful criticisms. We feel likewise a debt of gratitude to Miss Whitten for her assistance in the art department, and to Maude Stevens, for the original drawing from which the cover-design was developed. Ten SENIORS THE CLASS OF JUNE 1912 Ll'CILLE TRUMULE: Pray, Goody; please to moderate the rancour of your tongue! Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes?” ANNA ACKLEY: This idle, young, gay, flitting moth Has told us that she would be (w) Roth. If we joined with her name A young man of great fame— (This space is reserved for a lawff). HART ANDERSON: O. never shake thy gory locks at me!” Twelve MARGARET L. AXDERSOX: “Here is a spirit deep, and crystal clear: Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies.” KATHAR1XE RAKER: “She is pretty to walk with. And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too, to think on. RUTH II. BEXDER: “Ask not of me. Love, what is Love? JOSEPH R. RERG: “For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors to my blood. MARY K. BODGE: “A short little maid was 'lie. Ami a fat little maid was she. ERMA BOODY: “I see thee whirl in marble halls. In Pleasure’s giddy train.” Thtrtciu LIXDA A. T. BOQL’IST: Oh! Think not my spirits arc always as light as they seem to you now! CLARENCE A. HORN”KAMI’: A fool must now and then be right by chance. JCDITH BOTTOLFSOX: ‘ To those who know thee not. no words can paint: To while those who know thee know all words are faint. ADA M. BOWE: Wondering maiden, with woe-be-gone air. Why dost thou murmur, and ponder, and stare? IRVIN' BOV CM : O! why dost thou shiver and shake. Gaffer Gray? ()! why dost thy nose look so blue?” FLORENCE U. BRAKAXDER: There was a soft and gentle grace. A cast of thought upon her face I'OUt teen ESTELLA MAY CARY: Estella hath a beaming eye. But no one knows for whom it beameth. ELLEN M. CHASE: “To scorn delights and live laborious days.” EVELYN K. BYRNES: What a whirlwind is her head!” ANDERS J. CARLSON: “Lives of great men all remind ns That we. too, like sharks may be; And. by imitating Carlson. Grow in time as great as he. WYMAN CHARLES C. COLE: “Ye powers who rule the tongue, if such there are. And make colloquial happiness your care, Preserve me from the thing 1 dread and hate. A duel in the form of a debate! MARION BUTLER: To give her her due. she has wit. Fifteen RAY I). CA RRY: “Not Hercules could have knocked out his brains—for he had none. JOHN E. DAVIES: “Learning by study must be won; ’Txvas ne’er entailed from son to son.” CHARLES H. DAVIS: To do nothing is in every man's power.” DOROTHY DECKER: “Tis good to be merry and wise; Tis good to be honest and true: Tis good to be off with the old love, Before one is on with the new.” GENET DECKER: “Who a modern Portia would be.” HOWARD DYKMAX : In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a testy, touchy, pleasant fellow— Sirtit'ti SUSIE ELWELL: My Johnny has passed graduation; My Johnny—oh. where can he be? Oh. Johnny. I'm in desperation! Oh. bring back my Johnny to me!” CECILIA EXGEX: Her care was, never to offend.” RUTH L. ERWTX: “As though I lived to write, and wrote to live.” GRACH G. El ST IS: “We only see in a lifetime a dozen faces Marked with the peace of a contented spirit.” SADIE E. FAG AX : Unthinking, idle, wild, and young. 1 laughed and danced and talked and sung.” FRANCES I. FAWCETT: Her gentle wit she plies To teach them truth.” S i rnh nt ■ -• . CLARA 1 FOSSL’M: Cares not a pin What they said, or may say. MARY H. GABLE: A good heart, a generous soul. An intellect so tine.” GY DA A. GLTTERSEX: li you ever .Miss Gyda have met. You will know lie's a trite suffragette: She will argue all night, To prove lie is right. And she'll capture your vote from you yet. WARNER HAGBERG: Mv lungs began to crow like chan-tec ler.” CLINTON ATWOOD HALL: He was as tresshe as is the monthe of May.” IDA MAY HANDY: Silent Nymph, with curious eye—' Eiijhlon WALTER t HAUSER: His brow was sad; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath.” VIOLA M. HAZEX: Her forte is borrowing—everything from lunch to lessons. ALMA E. HEDBERfi: “Too rash, too unadvised, too sudden. Too like the lightning.” DORA HEEX : Tell me, maiden, maiden fair. Are there any more at home like you ? IMA CAROLINE HEEX: Yes. indeed.” her sister there Replied, “for I’m a II ecu. too. HELEN HEEX: “What! Will the line stretch out to the crack o’ doom?” A hatccii EDITH F. HELLERSTEDT: Laugh and grow fat is her Lillian Russell. VERNA GERTRUDE HERMANN': A little, pretty, witty, charming she. HELEN C. HICKOK: .My Peggy is a young thing Just entered in her teens. FLORENCE O. HOWARD: Each mind has its own method.” IRENE K. HUNT: “Is she not passing fair? MARK M. HURD: “Senior, Senior, great and tall. Are you teally king of all? By your stately tread, your face. One would think you owned the place. Ticni tif CHRISTINE JOHNSON: Her face—oh! call it fair, not pale! ARCHIE JOHNSTON: “Reading is useless to some persons: ideas pass through their heads without remaining. FRANK Y. KASSCBE: With a smile that was childlike and bland. RALPH KERCHHR: “Gie me ae spark o' nature's lire. That’s all the teamin' I desire. GILBERT E. KNIPMEIER: I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities.” GEORGE F. LARSON: “Oh. save me from the haste and noise and heat That spod life's music sweet. iccnfi onc RUTH M. LAVIXE: For she was jes the quiet kind. Whose natures never vary.” OLAF K. LCXDEBERG: ‘‘The lion is not so fierce as paint ed. CLARENCE LUXDQUIST: Her lover was fickle, and fine, and French. ROBERT MEXZIE McALMOX: I pity timid men.” HANNAH McCLUSKEY: “She is young in actions, younger in looks, ami still younger in years. GEORGIA McGREGOR: Varium et mutabile semper Kent ina. 'J'irtnl n-1 iri, LELAXD L. MADLAXD: They sav that absence conquers love, But oh! believe it not!! I’ve tried, alas! its power to prove. But thou art not forgot!” JOHX M. MARTIX: See. the conquering hero conies!” “When Johnny comes marching home again.” KALLA MILL,RATH: The girl question-mark. BERK ICE MILLER: “Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing! BESSIE MILLER: Beware of black eyes! JOHX A. MOORE: Genius i a capacity for evading hard work.” A Ticcul[i-tlnrc LELAXD BANCROFT MORGAN: Oh! What may a man within him hide. Though angel on the outer side! VELLITA MORRISON: “Above her fan. She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. LEON V. MORROW: Eats 'em alive! GEORGE K. EGGIN’TON : Grand, gloomy, and peculiar. EDWARD CAM P NICI 1C)LSON : With an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies. 1 fright them. A lion among ladies is a dreadful thing.” G. C. SOPHIA OBER: She roared, she beat her breast, she tore her hair. Tircnty-four KATHARINE O’CONNOR: These Swedish names are hard to spell. ALFRED OLSON: “The world knows nothing of its great men.” HERBERT OLSON: “A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. NADA M. OVERLAND: “Capable, comfortable, and conscientious. FRANK E. BEAT: “For him light labour spread its wholesome store. LEONE F. BIERCE: “The only girl wonder. Ticeuly-flrc GEORGE PUTNAM: “For the force of his own merit makes his way.” EVA L. RANKIN: She’s a winsome wee thing. She's a handsome wee thing, She's a bonnie wee thing.'' FRED S. RICHARDSON: “I am on tire— MARION E. SAUNDERS: Pocket Edition of Miss Donaldson. SAMUEL SEW ALL: “The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read. With loads of learned lumber in his head. With his own tongue still edifies bis eaFS. And always listening to himself appears. MARION E. SHEPKE: “She is a scholar, and a ripe and good one. TiCCut ADAM M. SMITH: Oh. Smiths there are. and Smiths there be; Hut then, it never puzzles me To tell our Adam from the rest. As those who know him may have guessed. CHARLOTTE STACY: Few of us have the courage t � appear as good as wc really arc. LELAXD STAFFORD: The world’s great men have not commonly been great scholars.” CATHERINE I.. STEVENS: She was a maid who much did think On things unseen and things unheard.” ARE SITGARMAN: With tire in each eye and papers in each hand. He raves, recites, and terrifies the land.” ARTHl’R FERRIS SULLIVAN: Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine —f«� r I graduate. 7V Hty i n FLORENCE C SULLIVAN: “Not in the crowd of masqueraders gay. I ESSIE SULLIVAN: With locks all frizzled a la mode. And ruffles smooth and nice.” MAY SUTHERLAND: Lair as the day. and always gay. CARL U. SWENDSKEN: “My only hooks Were women’s looks- HAZEL SWITZER: “A woman that bears all down in her brain. IK )RTENSE TRAUTMAN: “The glory of a firm, capaeiou. mind.’ Tirrn ljf-i ini l CARRIE M. TSCHUDY: That place that does contain My books, my best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers. ' MARGARET C. UTTER: “And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me! LELA VOXDRAK: “My nature is subdued— HAROLD E. WAHLQITST: “And of his porte as meek as i a mayde.” LOUSE WEESXER: “Why did she love him? Curious fool! Re still! ALVIN’ WE1DT: There was a man so very meek. That even his shoes refused to squeak.” T ir in ty-nt lie HARRY LEONARD WEISMAX: I doubt the wisdom oi being too wise, and I see much wisdom in some folly.” THOMAS RUSSELL WILLIAMS: Allow me of such exercise as may become a gentleman: BLANCHE WILSON: She smiles and smiles and will not sigh.” RENA ZIMMERMAN: Here's to the girl with merry black eyes! JEREMIAH ERICKSON: I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me. OSCAR NELSON: Ife wins distinction for neatness. Thirty THE CLASS OF JANUARY 1912 KATHLEEN FLYNN: “Sharks may come and sharks may go. But I KO on forever. H1LDUR ELIZABETH JOHNSON Quae mentem insania mutat ?“ I.. RIDDELL STOWE: “Ugh! How he smells of Eau dc Cologne! Why. brimstone isn't worse!’’ i l t ri n. “The soul of precision. ADELE U. GRANT: “For fools admire, but—” Thirl if-tiro MABEL A. BALESTRA: I might here remark, that 'twas doubted by many. In regard to the heart, if Miss Mabel had any. FLORENCE MAY BRODERICK: “When you sec fair hair, be pitiful. JESSIE BROWN: “Maiden, with the meek, brown eyes. In whose orb a shadow lies.” WILFRID J. CODE: Seldom comes glory 'till a man be dead. NORMAN HARDEN: His years were but young, but his experience old.” W. GRANT GRAY: “Forever cursed be this detested day Which snatched my best, my favorite curl away!” Thlrly-tlm, MILDRED WELLES GRISWOLD: ’ —Skin more fair. More glorious head, and still more glorious hair. FLORENCE D. HALEY: Framed in the prodigality of Xa ture.” LILLIE E. HENSELER: Cut. cut. cut. cutawkut! FLORENCE HtT.RKLL: “Her eye—it seems a chemic test. And drops upon you like an acid: It bites you with unconscious zest. So clear, so bright, so coldly placid. MATTIE WILSON HCSTON: Such harmonious madness From her lips would How. RL'TH NAOMI IYER: Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax ’ Thlrttt-foui IDA X. JACKSOX: “Built for comfort, not for speed. ARTHUR F. JOHXSOX: Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun MYRTLE RUTH JOHXSOX: “Serene, sedate, a mind at peace with all below.” EDGAR LA VINE: “Nature has cast me in so soft a mold That but to hear of some sad lover' death Robs me of my manhood.” CATHARIXE C. McDOXALD: Her motto: ‘Tis folly to be wise.” IDA MILLER: “Thou whose locks outshine the sun.” Thirl it-fin EVERETT E. PALMER: For thee the Fates, severely kind, ordain A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain: Thy life, a long, dead calm of fixed repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. PAULG. PEIK: In sooth. 1 know not why I am so sad. MYRTLE R. RATH: ‘ A rose bud set with little wilful thorns. HAWAII SAX DA HL: Here's our baby; she walks and talks and looks intelligent. FRANCES M. SHERRY: Oh. Erin, my country!” HENRY 15. SLETTEHAUGH: What should a man do. but be merry? Thirty-six G. DOROTHEA SMITH: This little maid to India goes. To offer balm for human woes; Why. there’s room for her, if she'd only try, Right under the eaves of old F.ast High! PEPPER W. SMITH: “The other Smiths have captured all the fame. So I’ve been forced to change my given name. RUTH STROMGREX: “Here’s to the girl with eyes of blue. Whose heart is kind and love is true!” ROYAL G. TOMLIXSOX: “He sits ’mongst men like a dc scended god.” A DELIA WLXTHER: “’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on. HARRY ZIEMER: “He was the mildest mannered man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.” Tlilrtii-ficrcn Class Officers 191 1-12 ’1154 Class. President . Vice president . Secretary . Treasurer . Sergeants-at-Arms Pepper Smith Mildred Griswold Alelk Grant Wilfrid Code Pepper Smith Jessie Brown T 2 Class. President . Vice president . Secretary . Treasurer . Sergean t s-at - A rm John Martin I A!«.AKET A N PERSON Louise Weesner Mark Hurd (Susie Ei.well Burt Kirk 1254 Class. President . Vice president . Secretary . Treasurer . Sergeants-at-Arms (Auk Sugarman (first term) Everett Barton (second term) Helen Clarke Cecil Browne Edward Gould Ada Walstrom Harvie Macfari.ane 13 Class. President . Vice president . Secretary . Treasurer . Sergeants-at-Arms ( Kenneth Brown ( first term) (Irving Roth (second term) Marian Wkijster Margaret Drew (Frank Sutherland (first term) Willard Grot he (second term) fMarie Curry •J Irving Roth (first term) I Marie Curry [Clarence Hermann (second term) % Tit it tff-clfiht v r To Our Most Beloved and Honored Denizens The Freshmen Ten little freshmen smoking all the time. Webster caught one in the act,— And then there were hut nine. Xine little freshmen went to a debate. One choked on an argument,— And then there were but eight. Eight little freshmen, going to third door heaven. ()ne went up the wrong stairway,— And then there were but seven. Seven little freshmen on desk-tops cutting nicks, Miss Donaldson discovered one,— And then there were but six. Six little freshmen did Latin ponies drive. Miss Gjems did catch one riding fast.— And then there were but five. Five little freshmen slammed loud the L Room door. Miss Smith was laying for the last.— And then there were but four. Four little freshmen as happy as could be. One got reckless, bought a bun.— And then there were but three. Three little freshmen wouldn’t pay their Cardinal due. Cole got peeved and swatted one.— And then there were but two. Two little freshmen chewing spearmint gum. Miss Docken's eagle eye was quick,— And there was left but one. One little freshman grew studious more and more, And after one long year of work.— Became a Sophomore. Irving Roth. A Freshman Soliloquy I'd like to be a Senior. And with the Seniors stand: A fountain pen behind my ear. A note-book in my hand. I would not be a President. Tis hard to be a King: 1 would not be an Emperor. For all the wealth ’twould bring: I would not be an Angel. For Angels have to sing: I'd rather be a Senior, And never do a thing. Florence Gallac.hkk. Selected First Freshman: “Say, d’ye know about the terrible fright Tommy Jones had in Greek History last term?” Second Ditto'. “No. 1 don’t know Miss Donaldson vet. THE DILEMMA t’orty-onc Tie Practice I have been amazed often at the amount of time and patience spent by men on their neck ribbons, or ties. The men. knowing how ridiculous they look, and not caring to make themselves as conspicuous as finery must needs, exert a large portion of their intellect on Tie Practice. It must indeed have taken many lifetimes to arrange the brilliant rules now in use. To Ik sure the men try to dis-plav any individuality they may Ik gifted with: but on the whole, one learned in the secrets may fairly well know the state of mind of the wearer of this ornament. For any who may Ik interested. I give a general brief description. If one wishes to appear very dashing and to be a great catch, he will immediately don a reel tie. or some other of like brilliancy. If he wishes to appear very learned or sedate, he is sure of success in a black or gray. When wishing to be a ladies man. skv blue or baby pink i very fetching. Hut if all means before mentioned have been diligently tried, and still no impression made, one rushes to hi plaids, stripes, and assorted dots. Very rarely there have been cases when all methods ever introduced into the use of careful gentlemen have produced no effect. To be sure, the last resort requires great courage, but I challenge anyone to be unsuccessful in its use. This is for one who would appear as absolutely hopeless and pining for attention. Any tie may be used for this, although one of sombre hue is perhaps more appropriate, but it must be twisted recklessly under one ear. We cannot find fault with men on account of their affection for their ties, because as the ancient writer says, we do not know for certain but what it is used to draw one's attention from the face. In that case, it is indeed an ingenious decoration. Catherine Stevens. MORES J (Sr i - 1 Promising Jfj b — - - 1 — XTERIAL u.n. Mr. Ackerson’s Dream “Well.” answered Mr. Ackerson in reply to the class’s question, “I am afraid I can hardly answer that question with much precision. Probably,” he smiled lienignantly, “if Caesar himself were here now we could ascertain more accurately just what his intention was. Hardly had the words left his mouth when a noise that equalled the thunder-ings of Henry Hudson’s nine-pin balls deafened the ears of those present. The students, terrified, shrieked and fled into the hall en masse, barely escaping a second crash of the ceiling. Throughout the excitement, Mr. Ackerson alone remained in his seat, calm and unruffled. He was about to brush the plaster and debris from his sleeve when he was startled by hearing the following words: “Well, Willard, ‘tis not to doubt that thou recognizcth not in this obtruding stranger thy consoler in grief, thy advisor when in doubt, thv sympathizer in sorrow, thy friend in need: once were his name Julius Caesar and ne’er yet hath he changed it. Come. Willard, have I so changed these years having rolled away, that even thou knowest me not? Enough, banish thy surprised countenance and tell me of thyself, and how. pray, has fortune treated thee these long years? “Ah,” replied Mr. Ackerson, having recovered from his momentary astonishment, “poorly indeed, Gaius. very | oorly. You undoubtedly have been adding new lands to your empire, gaining honors, amassing riches, while I—I have been wasting my life away teaching at the pitiful salary of 100 per. ' ( )ho. Willard, laughed Caesar, so that be the trouble, discontent has ne’er done man g x d yet. Where is the energy and activity that so characterized thee in the Gallic and Latin wars? Truly, 1 marvel at the change in thee. Once were thy face a pleasure to look upon; now thou lookest melancholy as if despaired of life itself. Come, arouse thyself. Willard, mayhap I can do somewhat in order that thy position may be bettered by me. In these sacks here thou wilt find a few millions in gold: take them and let us hope that, another call having been paid by me. I may find thee in better circumstances and occupying a station of life which is to a man of thy worth suited. Adieu, would that I longer here could stay but ’tis rumored that in Mars there liveth people and, as there be naught else in this world to conquer. Mars must fall. And a few directing words to his aeronaut having been spoken, Lepidus Caesar, heeding not Mr. Ackerson’s hand, outstretched in order that he might show his profuse gratitude, jumped nimbly into his awaiting aeroplane and. the ceiling being already opened, thanks to his own coming, he was soon hid among the clouds. Joseph B. Sugarman. Question in English on the Life of Samuel Johnson: “What traits of Johnson’s character are shown in his love for the widow, Mrs. Porter?” Jessica Potter:' He was blind.” Forty-four Mr. Ackerson Might Be Shocked! All East High is divided into three doors: the first of which the seniors and juniors inhabit: the second, the sophomores; and the third, those who in their own language are called High School students, and in ours, “freshies. ’ All these differ among themselves in language, customs, and clothes. A rickety staircase separates the freshies from the sophomores, and another shaky staircase separates the sophomores from the juniors and seniors. The bravest of all these are the seniors, because they are farthest away from the freshman year and childhood, and because teachers least frequently resort to them, and force on them studies, which tend to effeminate the mind. They are also nearest to the office, with which they are constantly waging war. Study 1 sat at my desk at midnight. Conning my lessons o'er. And the l ooks grew dimmer and dimmer. As I sought for their hidden lore. Among the small, black letters. A terrifying picture lay. And the minus that came from behind it Seemed to lift and bear me awav. For 1 sat there dreaming spell-bound. W hile my lessons neglected lay: And I found that what I'd imagined Came true just so next day. How often, oh how often. As the terms go slipping by. Have I wished that I had not sat there. And gazed with an idle eye! Grace Sullivan . t'Orly-flre To Our Martyrs Half a minute, half a minute. Half a minute longer. All up the stairs they rushed. Those who had blundered. Shillock to right of them. Pupils to left of them. Pupils in front of them. Down the stairs thundered. Buffed here and there at will. Desperate they grew, until Anger their souls did fill. Those who had blundered. “Here, the wrong stairs you've made Were those poor souls dismayed? No.—though the pupils knew They had but blundered. Theirs not to make reply. Theirs not to reason why. Theirs but to do,—or die. Back down the stairs they fled. Those who had blundered. Case to the right of them. Meinzer to left of them. McDill behind them. Volleyed and thundered. Then flashed their tempers bare: They elbowed the pupils there. While on the sizzling air. Volleyed and thundered Words which in torrents fell. As downward they rushed pell-mell. All that was left of them. Those who had blundered. Ne'er will they blunder more: Long will it be before They break that rule once more. Those who but blundered. The John Erickson Prize Owing to the kindness of the “Society for the Preservation of Things Swedish.” of Chicago, the faculty are enabled to offer each year a cash prize of fifteen dollars for scholarship in Swedish. The winner for this year is not yet announced, but the winner for last year, the person who received the highest average for the year's work in Swedish, was Herbert Olson, of the class of 1912. English Six Of lessons which get us in a fix. There’s none so bad as English six. ()h! what a mixture of strange things Our faithful teacher on us springs! Apostrophe, Metonymy. Iambus, Dactyl, and Spondee, Figures of Speech, and kinds of Rhyme. Pursue and haunt us all the time. Then from all countries come the words, Latin and Saxon ones in herds; Then last of all the great Shakespeare, O’er whom we all shed many a tear. His meaning sometimes can’t be seen; He uses words of strangest mien; This studying of Shakespeare’s plays Is like too soon to end our days, I'nless we escape from this to Heaven. (Which, in this case, means English Seven.) CjJCtl French student, reciting: “1 am a knife, and my brother is. too. Miss Moorman: “Seems to me you both must be pretty dull!” Heard at the East-North game— Verna Hermann: “If I were the North players, I wouldn’t let Johnny Martin put his arms around me that way. Susie Eke ell: “Well. I would! Leonard Ingebrightson. gazing with admiring blue eyes at Miss McDill, and reciting a Shakespeare quotation: “How much more elder art thou than thv looks! Forty-cly), I The Viceroy’s Deserted Mansion What spot could be more quaint and delightful for a picnic than the premises of a Viceroy's deserted summer mansion on the shore of the most charming lake in Wisconsin? From the lake shore driveway winding among groves of hard maple and oak. we came to the lodge of the genial old keeper, who gave us full permission to drive in and do whatever we pleased. Over the parkway sloping to the house, curious shrubs rambled in a state of unpruned liberty. ()n this mass of green, the giant catalpas showered their white shell-like cups. The house itself would scarcely have been recognized as a house, the framework was so hidden under an abundance of luxurious ivy. which even concealed the windows. liut the rear of the estate was the most fascinating. We children at once decided that the proper place for the picnic was on the top of the wine cellar, that long flattened mound in one side of which a curious little dcx r was wedged behind the matted grass. Here we spread the supper. Its main item was fried fish,—the morning's catch of alxmt twenty diminutive blue gills, cooked to a delicious crispness and conveyed, heat and all. in a carefully muffled frying pan. Hut all the food, the spicy cress sandwiches, the fresh cottage cheese, that delicious white cake with its almond-caramel icing, was not more inviting than the surroundings. From our elevation we looked upon terraces overrun with a gorgeous mixture of old-fashioned flowers. Stately hollyhock spires rose above a riot of deep-hued peonies and delicate, twining blue bells. Delightful whiffs of mignonette and clove-pink gave zest to our food and hastened a ramble in this dilapidated garden. As soon as our healthy appetites were satisfied, we scrambled down from the warm mound, and with joyous squeals of admiration, frolicked up the terraces. smelling everything from the wee dainty heliotrope to the stiff, velvety foxgloves and sturdy Canterburybells. ()ur objective point was the “really truly Dutch windmill, up to which the terrace led. It squatted dejectedly among blackberry brambles, apparently deploring its uselessness. Although it was much weather-beaten, we could see that it had once been painted red. and its great drooping wings showed vestiges of green. Ignoring dirt and dust, we climbed to the flat top by means of the rickety ladder-like steps. Here we stayed in dreamy silence, watching the twilight cover the scene below, until we saw. afar, between the trees, twinkling glimpses of the lake, lighted up by the rising moon. So. with a cool, homeward drive, our wine cellar picnic ended, though it will never end in the memories of its participants. Margaret Drew. I'ort ihli Inr Answers To Correspondents Dear Cardinal: 1 am having a hard time with Physics. Please tell me how I can get a double plus in this subject. X. Y. Z. Answer: To get a double plus in Physics, follow out this program: Arm yourself with two six-shooters. Take gently from Mr. Towne’s desk his class list sheet for marks. On the day before the marks go in. invite Mr. Towne for an auto ride out into the country. When he accepts, drive him out to some lonely forest spot, where you have six men waiting. Then take out your class list, and, at the points of your guns, gently but firmly request Mr. Towne to record your mark as a double plus. This is the only effective method we know. Mv Dear Editor: Although I study two hours daily on my English. I cannot get more than a plus minus. What shall I do? , r A. Grind. Anstver: If you study English two hours daily, you ought to be shot. Dear Editor: How can one escape Miss Shylock’s eagle eye when wishing to go out in a vacant period? Prisoner. Ansuvr: This is impossible. rift,, Fifty-tun The Faculty PRINCIPAL Mr. V. F. Weiister. MODERN LANGUAGES GERMAN Miss Kathkixa Strohjieiek Miss Editha L. Daxx FRENCH Miss Trula H. Moorman Miss Axxa F. Shillock NORWEGIAN Mr. John W. Pettersex Miss Lixa K. Gjems ANCIENT LANGUAGES LATIN Mr. Willard H. Ackersox Mrs. Marv Ruth McIntyre MATHEMATICS Miss Ellcra Bennett Mr. Hitch A. Ccrrax Miss Lydia T. Laokrstkom Miss M. Maid Case Miss Elizabeth Dock ex Miss Bessie Scripture Miss Florence M. Westox ENGLISH Miss Edna (I. Cock burn Miss Bridget T. Hayes Miss Hazel C. Lotze Mr. Edgar G. Meixzer Miss Mary Moody Smith Miss Xadixe Crcmi Miss Jane Jeter Miss Genevieve McDii.i. Miss Elizabeth Rich Mr. August L. Spohx Miss Alta L. Staxtox HISTORY Miss Eleanor Donaldson Miss Harriet M. Ha ve? Mr. Louis G. Cook Mr. Arthur C. Super Mr. Raymoxd H. Gray Mr. Eugene D. Pennell Mr. George A. Moore Miss Lavixa Sterrett Miss Mary E. Morte.vsox GRAMMAR Miss Axxa I). Dahl SCIENCE Miss Julia B. Clifford Mr. Judsox R. Towxe COMMERCIAL Miss Mary H. Dana Mr. David II. Holbrook Mr. Clifford Y. Pierce MANUEL TRAINING Mr. Floyd W. Ray DRAWING Miss Bertha L. McMillan Miss Julia Grace Whitten Fifty-thrrr DENTIN’S CORNER % i That Dawg Song Every time East plays in town. The others keep kickin’ our luck aroun'; It makes no difference cf we don’ make a soun’. They gotta quit kickin’ our luck aroun’. Says Mrs. Honathan Jcp. as she signs her daughter’s report card. “I read sommhers thet fools ask question thet wise men can’t answer. No wonder thet so many o’ these High School students flunk! Speaking of reform in our school system, we humbly suggest the addition of a new study, namely, fussing. We also suggest that local men be chosen as teachers of this subject, and propose the names of Emmet Salisbury, Milden Way, and Pudge Wyman. An Inconceivable Situation W hat is the most i. s. you can imagine? Here are a few of ours: A student having his lessons prepared for Monday. Somebody addressing Miss Donaldson by “Hello, Eleanor!” Mr. Towne springing a new joke. Great Mystery Unravelled After months of investigation by the staff detective, the Cardinal is at last able to publish the solution to the greatest mystery ever-met at East High. Although it has meant the expenditure of thousands of dollars, we were not content until we could place before the student body, Mr. Webster’s middle name! W.’F. Webster no longer, for we are now able to reveal the full and complete name of our worthy principal as: Fittvh� r WILLIAM FRANKLIN WEBSTER Twas The Night of The Party On Monday, in A Room, our vice president fair Announced to her class-mates assembled there That on Friday, the thirteenth, exactly at eight. We’d have a class party: we shouldn't come late. So. after the meeting, the boys had to stay To find out which girls they should take on that day. Although some of the boys lares for three had to pay. The decrees of cruel Fate they had to obey. Although ’twas bad weather, and surely some wet. We all did arrive at just the time set. All in a hunch, full seventy strong. At first, the minutes seemed rather long; Then soon we began to play “Spin the Tin Fan.” But. alas, taking forfeits was put under ban. Then some of us met the King and the Queen: Two or three of the girls thought the joke rather mean. But the boys all said it was wortli falling down To have the honor of meeting Miss Brown. Most of us danced the Virginia Reel: Flfti ’flrc Many a poor fellow danced with such zeal That he slid on the tloor on the back of his head. And found the waxed door not as soft as a bed. To the photograph gallery, all of us went: )ur pictures were taken, we paid not a cent. ()ur charming young hostess the photographs took, . And ordered each one very pleasant to look. In mv picture, I knew not my chin from mv nose— “A wise man it is who himself really knows — The photos were traced by the class president : The fair Susie Elwell her aid to him lent. Miss Chatfield to each one his photograph gave. And exhorted him it in remembrance to save. Miss Brown and Miss Saunders our futures foretold, And advised each young swain in love to be bold. If anyone offered her of the gross gold. The seeress said. “Xo. mv advice is not sold.” We listened entranced to the fat (ierman band. We all were agreed that the music was grand. Mr. Cook kindly sent them a lovely boquet: 'I'he gratified players knew not what to say. Mary Jones' sufferings and Willie Smith's woe Caused the salt tears down our cheeks to flow: But then what joy fulness filled each one’s heart When the lovers were joined, ’till death do them part. The sherbet was served to each one on a plate: Royal Daub. I will swear, all of six dishes ale: Besides this, he swallowed twelve pieces of cake: I fear he did soon have a bad stomach-ache. The morning had come ere each student was fed. So we took back the girls and went home to bed. THE BOQUET FMlt-tU Junior-Senior Dance May 26. 1911. Owing to the late date at which this “hot party was given, its mention escaped the Cardinal of last year. It started out as a formal affair, but alas! it ended decidedly informal. The extreme heat forced the boys to dance without their coats while the girls discarded their gloves. The frappe. however, brightened many dull spirits. Everyone enjoyed himself thoroughly and all were reluctant to go when Mr. and Mrs. Webster, with other members of the faculty, bid the worn out but happy dancers good-night. The Football Dance During the first week of December the men of East High had a strenuous time filling out programs in the hall; at least so “Pudge Wyman said, nodding his head mysteriously, between plunging his pencil into his mouth and scribbling. You see, the first Football Dance of the season was about to take place at the Handicraft Guild Hall. In the entrance to the hall, one dim light illumined the stairway, at the bottom of which John Martin (upon falling over a table leg near by), discovered Mark Hurd, whereby, much to his displeasure, he needs must pay a dollar. The only intelligible sounds, for alxnit the space of an hour and a half, were Ladies to the right, and gentlemen to the left. Some gentlemen insisted upon turning the wrong way, or vice-versa—I forget which. Although the master of ceremonies was asleep for the first part of the evening (as were the musicians), the place was alive with five and eighty chaperons, some of whom hopped airily alKnit with knotted handkerchiefs u|x n their waving tresses, for evidently they envied the younger girl ’ dainty night caps. Among the number who honored our party were Mr. and Mrs. Pclton. Great excitement and awed whispers were provoked when four innocent dancers tripped downstairs for the purpose of acting out the proposals in “Life. Quiet (?) ensued, however, when a question arose as to whether the program-makers should undertake and complete their tasks before or after reaching the ball-room. The latter carried the vote by an overwhelming majority. Then the posters were auctioned off. with our breezy auctioneer. Loylc Dobbs, officiating. Everybody, including the chaperons, enjoyed himself, and at midnight as we waved each other a good-by or good-night, the part) “went out. I 91 2 Class Party The 1912 4 class held their party in October, at Everett Barton’s home Twas a howling success and no mistake. Present there were six lx vs ami thirty girls, with chaperons Miss Rich, Miss McDill. ami last, but not least. Miss Donaldson. There were no very greatly embarrassing episodes, except that the president didn’t quite know how to get his five girls home, and left part of them on Central Avenue. Also the chaperons were sorrowfully behind time, owing to a mistake in the directions how to reach Everett's house. (James and food there were for all. even though the supply of boys was limited. Harvie. it seems, received quite a blow when, on asking the chaperons if he might have the pleasure of taking them home. Miss Donaldson gave him a withering glance and passed on. On the whole, everybody seemed to have a good time. Flftf it r t n Junior Dance October 27, 1911. Noble’s Hall. 1. Beautiful decorations! 2. Didn’t the girls look ‘‘just too cute” in their boudoir caps? 3. Oh you “stick frappe! Ask the ‘‘wood be president who made it. 4. Note: Helen Law was there in spirit only with Thomas Holman. 5. It’s a new fad to have unknown chaperons, but never mind, we bad a good time! 6. During the moonlight dance. Marian Webster was afraid lest her father should come in at just the wrong moment. 7. “Girls to the right! Boys to the left! Now! Ready!” These were some of the commands of Raymond Henderson. 8. Everybody came safely through the “Black Cat dance, but there were some scared faces for a while. 0. All had a GOOD time and lights went out at twelve. Junior Party January 25. 1912. Scene I. Tower Hill. Class of 13 going about to and fro. After undergoing a great many difficulties our 1913 class party finally came off as a coasting party—and its outcome was a corking success. The boys gallantly offered to take two girls apiece on coasting. Brooks Sheldon bad great difficulty in getting another boy on bis bob: in fact Rennie Brown absolutely refused to be crowded in with so many girls—while Raymond Henderson’s bob was just the opposite, being girl-less. Some of the social committee discovered a new ride which they monopolized for the rest of the evening, as well as the bob— (Oh you fun!) Scene II. Brooks Sheldon's House. Now let's go into the house and see what’s going on in there. The kitchen was the most interesting place of all, where Earl Blackburn was chef-in-chief. In passing the refreshments, Laura Cooke made all the boys take three sandwiches apiece—after everyone had gone she discovered a huge plate of them under the divan. (Who made them?) Irving Roth found out after most of the cocoa was drunk that the marshmallows had been forgotten. He immediately proceeded to bring them forward. We hope everyone enjoyed his second cup better than his first. One of the interesting events of the evening was the marriage of Raymond and Emma Waterman. While this startling event was taking place, the rest of the party played “Winkum. the girls taking the advantage of Leap Year. After this, our worthy president’s feet were inspired bv Esther Cooperman’s dance music, and lie with Helen Dunn tripped the light fantastic. At twelve, all proceeded home. Fiftu-riuht LITERARY Being An Extract From The Diary of Oliver Goldsmith Wednesday, the twenty-fourth: Received a note from Garrick this forenoon, begging me to lend him the protection of mv presence this evening,-and come with him to dinner at Dr. Johnson’s, as it is not yet a fortnight since the doors of the Drurv Lane last closed on poor “Irene.” and the doctor is still mightily huffed at Davy for his production of that poor drivel of pomposity. 1 did not see why Davy accepted the invitation to dine if he were afraid of what the doctor would say. but accept he did. and grant his request 1 did. so we both put on our Sunday best (out of regard for the madam, who, in spite of her size, is mightily pleased at any little tribute to her sex), and went at the appointed hour. The dinner itself was of little importance—rabbit stew, with all the accompanying edibles, finishing up with a pudding, the ingredients of which. I, being ignorant of the culinary art. could not place, but which the doctor first blessed, then cursed, then ate. while the madam sat by. dissolved in tears, and Davy laughed. The dinner over, we sat around the table in silence until Davy was seized with a fit of choking which the doctor took to be caused bv suppressed mirth, and. turning on him. hade him try to act less like a laughing hyena and more like a man—if possible. Davy immediately put on a semblance of sobriety, and, putting his hand on his heart, thanked the doctor kindly for his attention, and then (the little fool! I know not why he did it) turned to madam and. deliberately lighting the bombshell that lay in our midst, asked her how she had enjoyed his performance of “Irene.” “Oh. very much! Very much!” said she, considerably flustered at having him pop such a question so unexpectedly. The doctor smiled on her. not noticing Davy, who was watching him expectantly. I'm very glad, my dear.” he said, warmly: “you’ve wonderful discernment. wonderful! You know, it seemed to me as though the acting and the staging. together with the endless tampering with the lines, and that, until there was not a word of my own left in the play, must rob it of all enjoyment: but I might have known better. I might have known that you would see through all the sham and glitter of the Mummer's ways, and find your husband's thought, if not his words, unchanged and perfect as at first.” Yes, indeed,” said madam. “Yes. indeed. said Davy after her. and then went on. “You know, dear lady, it is impossible to change the author's thought. If it were possible, it would have been done long ago. I have often tried in vain. 'Pile doctor made as Fifiv-nhn- if to speak, but Davy gave him no opportunity. He leaned toward madam, and. speaking in the most confidential of tones told her that not long ago. he had produced a play which—well, lie would not burden her with all the agonies of it— hut the sentences were so involved and the language so pompous that a certain poor actor of his acquaintance, who took part in it. did not have breath enough to say a sentence at a time, but had to pronounce each one phrase by phrase with a breath between, in order to get through at all. and. even then, he was so exhausted by the end that he found it necessary to sit down and rest before he undertook the next one. “Is it possible? began madam, but the doctor was pounding on the table with his fist. “Sir.” he bellowed at Davy, “if that actor had not wasted his breath in impertinent conversation, he would have had plenty for his performance.” He turned to the door. Good night, sir.” he said pointedly. Davy rose and I followed. Good night, sir. said Davy, “and—God bless you. Elaine Cleveland. Sfrtu PART OF THE CIVIC CELEBRATION The Bulb There was once a tiny little zither maiden who lived in a high, dreary, tenement house. It was built in four parts, so arranged that in the middle was a hare patch of ground where the sunlight crept in once a clay, when the sun was at its height. That was more than could be said of the dreary rooms where Peggy, the zither maiden, lived with her mother, for they were among those unfortunates who were hidden away in the dark basement. I� ut Peggy was never very hungry, for much of her time she spent in playing in the streets for pennies. And how she longed to hurry home with a sweet bun to eat by herself in her little park. For to her the bare spot, where sometimes even a green weed straggled in. seemed wonderful. One dusky evening she sat in this beloved resort, when a lovely golden bird flew near, and lighted on a window sill. Peggy gazed in wonderment, for never had her beauty seeking eyes seen anything half so lovely. And then her wonderment increased, for. perking his wee head on one side, he flew toward her. dropped something in her lap, and with a lovely song, flew away. lint what a queer gift for such a gloriously lovely bird to leave! Why. twas nothing but a shriveled old bulb, which looked as dead as could he. She sighed, for her hopes had risen to unknown heights. Put a wild longing seized her in see a green plant grow from her own bulb, and anxiously digging a hole, she carefully watered and planted the little hope. Now her courage revived and she began to wonder how soon the flower would open and what color it would he. It grew dark and her mother was calling her, so leaving a kiss on the earth above her treasure, she ran in. Put she was out to see it again with the earliest rays of the sun. and whenever she found the opportunity she hurried to it. to see if by any chance a tiny leaf was visible. A week passed and nothing appeared. Could it be that the bird bad given her a lifeless bulb? Xow her tears watered it. but for weeks and week-nothing came up. Then the first snow fell, and she was hopeless, for surely no flower could brave the cold of winter. One morning she disconsolately looked out of her window on the glistening white cover of her park. What was that green speck? Wonder of wonders! Oh. could it be her hull) come to life? She fairly flew out—yes. it was. Surely no ordinary hull) could brave the snow and cold, so with the greatest care and anxiety she hung over it. and before her marveling eyes it grew—not slowly as Sistiz-oin plants usually do in these matter-of-fact days—but an inch at a time, until by evening it was as tall as Peggy herself. In the morning it had grown to a lovely many-branched tree, weighted down with great pink blossoms. As she stood looking up through the green branches, a soft tiny voice said. “Come out tonight, in the bright moonlight. And when the bright moonlight at last came, she found a ring of fairy-folk merrily dancing around her tree of beauty. She watched them in silence, until a wee little elf came up to her and told her that as long as she believed in fairies her tree would live, but as soon as she became too matter-of-fact to believe in such wonders, it would fade. Then she heard the chimes for midnight, and like a flash, they vanished. The next morning the lovely flowers had disappeared, but in their stead hung lovely, simple little frocks and ribbons and slippers for her and for her little mother. The next day the blossoms returned, but when the week had passed, the tree held a tiny bag of gold on every branch. And now, when spring came, Peggy and her mother helped along the wonders, for with the money the dreary tenements were torn down, and in a nice, fresh meadow, light, airy cottages were built for their occupants. Rut Peggy had a lovely green lawn planted in the vacancy, and a little white vine-covered bungalow built under the magic tree of beauty. On the tree every week came a new surprise, for it was easy to believe in fairy-folk. When Peggy and her mother had all they needed, in the place of gifts grew lovelier and still more lovely flowers, now red. now white, now pure golden. And as the years went on, Peggy and her mother grew stronger and happier, in the shade of the wonderful tree which had grown from the tiny shriveled bulb. Catiiarinf. I.. Stkvkns. Sixty-tiro The Princess The dust on the road was hot and dry, and the mid-day sun was glaring on the house and fields. The only sounds were the steady buzz, buzz of the flies and the drowsy chuckle of the hens. Almost everything seemed to be asleep until the sound of something scraping over the fioor was heard and then the door opened. A little girl, wrapped in a big. checked apron, with a pan of peas in her hand, appeared in the doorway, dragging a very smail rocker after her. She pulled the chair around to the shadiest corner of the porch and with difficulty squeezed herself between the arms. She picked out a pod, cracked it. and the peas pattered as they fell into the pan. “What a musical sound!” she mused; then the inevitable. “Let's pretend.” There is a little girl in a checked apron walking down a narrow street where there are many veiled women. She sees a slave approaching her. He bows low and says, “Mv master bids me tell you that he desires your presence, lovely maiden. “1 will go, noble slave. Lead the way. and she follows him. He leads her through a small door in a rock into a dark passage and then into a large room furnished with beautiful Oriental rugs and draperies and with gold and jewels. The slave bids her sit in a golden rocking chair and gives her a dish with seed-pearls in it. “Where is your master? she asks. “Maiden, he comes. She dares not look up. What will he look like? What gift will he bring? Suddenly a small, red object drops into the pan. “Your gran'ma wants them peas. says the prince. Was this her prince, and did he talk through his nose? These—these are pearls. she says. “Did you wish me to wear this—this carbuncle? “Ah. that ain't a carbuncle; it's a strawberry and you'd letter eat it. he replied disdain fitly. “I'll give you half, she announces, thinking that perhaps Robert, the chorc-boy, will help her shell peas, while the prince probably wouldn't. “ o. I can’t. I got to feed the chickens. he replies to her request. “I got more to do than to shell peas. You’d better hurry, too. your gran'ma wants them peas for dinner. She says you’re the slowest child she ever saw. This was too much. She arose with dignity, or with what would have been dignity if the chair hadn’t risen, too. “Robert.” she begins sternly, but is stopped by a sudden burst of laughter from Robert, who is rolling on the grass in unsuppressed mirth. “Oh my, but you looked funny, just awful funny. he shouts. At fir-d she wavers between tears and laughter but finally she sees the tunny side and laughs merrily. ij-ty-thrcc I was pretending I was a princess,” she explains. Ho. you a princess. You, with your red hair, green eyes, pug nose, and freckles, would make a fine princess, I must say. The tears stood in her eyes a moment and then she said bravely, “I don t care. Robert White, if I do look freckled, I don’t feel so. And it's better to know how they look than to look—here she hesitated, she really believed it was better to look like a princess than to know how the princess would look. Well, anyhow, Robert White, wouldn’t you rather I could tell you about them than that I looked like them?” You bet!” he ejaculated. Well. then, don’t complain.” Margarkt McDonald. John I hired a toiler whose name was John. To come with weapons and mow my lawn. For long green whiskers were growing there: It badly needed some tender care. And John arrived at break of day. And whittled grass in a cheerful way; The job was fierce, for the weeds had grown. And the dog had scattered some chunks of bone. But John went at it to beat the band. And shaved that lawn with a master hand. He named his price when work was o’er. And I gladly coughed up a quarter more. And whenever I find that my lawn is due For a good clean shave or a dry shampoo. I’ll hunt up John, if he’s still on earth. And pay him more than the job is worth. I'll hunt up John, if I have to trot Front the City I fall to the dumping-spot, For he does his work as a workman should. And doesn't quit ’till he finds it good. The streets are haunted by shiftless men. Who seek employment and seek again. Who say that jobs are as hard to find As pearls of price in a melon rind. Their hopes are hazy, their chances gone. For most employers are hunting John. Xlj-tV-four His First Call “Jack! Jack! what arc you doing upstairs? It sounds as though you were tearing the whole house down.” These words came from the lips of Mrs. Dess-more. as she addressed her seventeen-year-old son. “Can’t find my best shoes; have you seen them?” replied the boy. “It’s funny that Helen can't leave things where they were put; she's always meddling with my things.” “I'll ask Helen where they are. said Mrs. Dessmore as she went scurrying down the hall. “Helen! Helen! where are you; are you in the library? Oh! you are in the living room. Jack wants to know where you put his best shoes.” “W ell you didn’t suppose I put them in the sugar-lxnvl, did you? I put them in the shoe-bag,” said Helen saucily. “I always put them there; Jack is a baby, anyway. It is funny that he can't learn. I wonder where he is going tonight; do you know, mother? “Xo. I don’t,” replied her mother. “Well, 1 am going to find out. said Helen, and ran up the stairs, saying. “Jack, where are you going tonight?” “Oh, a club party, quite an important affair. grumbled Jack. “I've got to have on all mv ‘glads’ tonight. Say. 1 lelen, get Fred to come up and shine my shoes for me, won’t you? I’ll take you to the next show that comes along if you will. Tell Fred I’ll give him a nickel for the bother. At these words. Helen bounced downstairs to get Fred, for she was just dying to go to the next show, as all the other girls were going. Soon bred was busy shining shoes, while his mind was filled with visions of all the marbles he could get for a nickel. In the meantime. Jack looked all through the drawers of his dresser for his best silk necktie, the one that just matched his socks, without finding it. so called out. “Mother, have you seen my blue tie? I put it in the dresser and can't find it now. It’s funny how things take a notion to walk awav around here, and just when I want my things worst, too! “Maybe I can find it for you. said Mrs. Dessmore, sweetly. I ’ll be up in a minute. When she came into the room, she stepped over to the tie-rack and took from it the blue tie. Jack took it without a word hut he had a sheepish look on his face. As Mrs. Dessmore was about to go. Jack said. “Oh. mother! have you a clean collar for me? This one is soiled. I really don’t like to bother you. hut—’’ Mrs. Dessmore gave her son a hopeless look, and said, I think you will find one in vour collar box. The buttons are there also. Please don’t l other me again. The mother was just comfortably settled with her favorite magazine and Helen was at a very important point in a novel, when a great deal of stamping was heard overhead. This made Mrs. Dessmore nervous, so she turned to Helen and said. “Helen, please go up and see what that boy wants.” Helen slammed her hook down on the table and went angrily upstairs to attend to her brother’s wants. “What do you want. Jack? Please be more quiet: you are wearing mother to a frazzle with all your racket. “I can’t get my collar on. and 1 can’t tie this tie. Can’t you fix it. Helen? was the reply. “Gee! It does lx at the Dutch how everything goes against a fellow when he wants to look his best for a club function!” “Maybe I can. said Helen, “if you don’t act so mean about it. She man Slxty-flrc aged to get the collar on and the tie straight, without much trouble. “Now, I suppose I might just as well find your tie-pin and a clean handkerchief, and your frat-pin and your silk shoe-laces and your neck-scarf, and your hat and gloves for you !” Jack was ready now, except for his hair. He could not part it straight and finally allowed his sister to part it for him. Just as Helen was leaving. Jack called after her. “Helen, will you please let me have a little of your—your—” “Well, what?” asked Helen. “Oh! you know, your perfume. Remember the next show. “Well.” his sister said. “I don’t like to have you use it but I suppose if you want it you must have it. Saying this, she ran and got the perfume for her brother. After a nerve-racking hunt for his gloves. Jack was finally off, and his mother and sister did not see him again until the next morning, when he was very glum and reticent. “Well, how did your little affair last night come off. Jack?” asked Helen at breakfast. “Oh, bum! Her mother and sister—uh—that is— Rut he was cut off in his unfortunate admission by the chorus from his mother and sister. Oh. Jack! So that was your club party, was it? Ghack Kim bam.. Daybreak On The Farm The thick, black shadows of the night Silently steal away. A glimmer and then a gleam of light Heralds the coming day. From among the leaves like a warning, A sleepy twitter we hear. Then the birds begin calling. Good morning, As they flit through the trees far and near. Into their soft, sweet singing. Breaks the shrill voiced chanticleer. And soon the echoes are ringing With answers from far and near. The cattle rise from their grassy beds, And gather at the gate. They softly Moo” and shake their heads, As they patiently stand and wait. The horse in the stall is wide awake. And neighs in a questioning way. As if he wonders how long it will take. Till John comes with his hay. At last the kitchen door is banged. And with whistle gay and clear. The farmer’s bov doth greet the land. For now the day is here. Sadie Jackson. Sixty-nit Whose Comer Post ? The heat, almost suffocating, poured down upon the fields of ripening corn and wheat. The bright sun shone from a sky of the purest blue. Not a breath of wind: not a rustle from the stalks of corn; not a swaying of a branch. Every leaf hung limp from the continuous stilling heat that beat down upon the earth. Presently a team of horses, streaked with sweat, their harness creaking at each step, came plodding over the hill. They were pulling a cultivator whose plows sent up a cloud of dust which hung al out the team and covered the cultivator. In the middle of this cloud of dust sat old Dave Higgins “a-geeing” and “a-hawing” his horses. As he drew up at the end of the row of com, old Dave drove his team beneath a tree at the edge of the orchard where they stood restlessly stamping their feet to keep off the persistent Hies. Old Dave took off his straw hat and mopped his brow with a large red handkerchief. “Gosh.” he exclaimed. “but it do beat all how hot it is of late. Whoa tliar. Mol. I see that ol' man Tucker has got a good field o’ corn. I’ll hev to give him credit for thet. He’s a good farmer all right—whoa tliar, ye critter, can’t ye stand still—but for all thet lie needn’t be so willin' to gobble up my tree. Now. what in thunder is he a tryin’ ter do? By heck! If he ain’t a puttin’ his ol’ fence around my ol' tree! I’ll fix him.” Dave stepped down from the seat of the cultivator, tied his horses to the tree, and hurriedly cut across his field of corn to the place where his neighbor Tucker, was putting up his fence. Now this tree that Dave owned to be his had been the cause of much trouble between him and old man Tucker. Dave, having lived there the longer of the two. claimed the tree as the boundary line of his farm. Old man Tucker claimed the same and wanted to put a fence around it. so the tree would be on the corner of his farm. When Dave arrived the first question he asked was, “What air ye a doin’ with my tree?” “Mornin , Dave.” was the only answer he got. “It do beat the Dutch how some people don't know when it’s mornin or evenin’.” sneered Dave. “Some can’t help it though as they don’t git up till afternoon.” “Fine corner-post fer my farm, ain't it. Dave?” old man Tucker went on. pointing at the tree. “It ain’t yer tree.” Dave protested. Nigh onto fifty year ago when this yer land was surveyed this ol’ tree was planted as the corner-post of my farm and. by heck! I'll he it.” There followed an argument as many had followed before. Neither man gave in and it ended as all their arguments had ended, by each man swearing he would not go home until lie had his rights about that tree and. at the same time l oth of them were backing off and vowing, backing off a little further and vowing still louder until they were too far apart to hear each other. And after they had got out of hearing of each other they grumbled to themselves a! out each other’s persistency. That evening was sultry and hot. As old Dave was walking toward the house after putting the horses away he remarked. “By hickory! I'll bet we’re to get a storm and, by gum. a good tin, too. after a day like this.” He glanced at tlie horizon and exclaimed. “Sure 'nough, there’s a black cloud a coinin' from the sou’west. My. but she do look mean en ugly! Guess I'll lock things up tight. Dave had hardly finished his chores when the first wind started the leaves of the trees to rustic. The clouds were coming fast. They were thick and black, piling high and rushing at a terrible speed. Beneath them the light wind and hail clouds pitched and rolled. Chain lightning played in among the clouds and the thunder rolled in a continuous rumble, growing louder and louder, until, when the first rain descended and the fierce winds bent the trees, it was a roar, crash following crash. It was pitch dark save when the lightnin Hashed and then old Dave caught a momentary glimpse of trees bending to their breaking point, his wheat waving like billows of the ocean, and the rain, descending in sheets, running in small rivers down his walk and in his cow yard. “It's girtin' kind o' risky: guess I'd better git into the storm-cellar. thought Dave. Sue. git the kids ready; we’re goin’ in the cave.” They spent the whole night in the cave, listening to every crash and wondering what was happening. Toward morning the storm slackened and presently drew away altogether. Dave came up from the cellar and went forth to see what damage had been done. By gum! but the air is sweet. sniffed Dave. Everything is so clean en clear. (Had it didn’t knock down some o’ my corn or wheat. By Heck! he exclaimed. where in thunder is my ol’ tree? As lie neared the place where the tree stood he found nothing but a hole where the tree should have been, lie also noticed for the first time that old man Tucker stood by the hole, 'fucker had just come up to the hole himself. They looked at each other for a minute: then at the hole. At last with tears in their eyes, they shook hands and muttered. What a durn fool I hev bin! Gf.orc.e La no. Sixty-clulii A Reverie In the glow of Day’s last friendship, In the peaceful valley wide, Stands the ancient house of worship. ’Xeath the tow'ring mountain side. All its ancient panes are gilded With the flame now burning low: Phantom shadows now are builded O’er each grassy mound and row: Moss encrusted is the steeple; Ivy covered are its walls: Whence on Sabbath Godly people Far and wide the church bell calls. Xow that bell is softly chiming For the hour of sweet repose: Up the valley now the climbing Gentle south wind, softly blows. Xow the pine with sobs is shaken. Through the moonlit hours long: While the cld church tow'r, forsaken. Listens to the night wind’s song. Ot.AF Lundebukg. To The Odor In Our School It rolled in from the hallways. Beneath the doors tight shut: It crept in from the fan-ways. So dense it could be cut. The students choked and sputtered. The teachers pale did get: Miss Shillock loudly muttered, “This gas will kill us yet!” And Mr. C ook, whom we did quiz. Replied to the senior class, “Since you all ask what kind it is. I’ll say. Obnoxious gas.” Obnoxious gas, indeed it was. And obnoxious to the last; We could but say. “Oh dear me suz .!” And endure till it had passed. M. II. G. Sixt n-nlnr “Shall We Sae Sour An Sulky Sit Like Old Philosophorum? The following illuminating little dialogue from one of Miss Hayes’ Grammer I classes, illustrates what remarkably brilliant stars we have in the class of 1916: Boy: “Miss Hayes, in this sentence. ‘Mary is milking the cow. how is cow used?” Miss Hayes: “Why, it's a noun. Boy: “it’s a pronoun, isn't it?” Miss Hayes: “How do you make that out?” Boy: Well, the cow stands for Marv. doesn't it?” Miss...............was discussing Goethe’s “Faust” in class one day. After describing the various accomplishments of Dr. Faust, and his success in calling up spirits of the lower world. “Finally. she said. “Faust succeeded in raising the Devil.” Louise lYecsner, (doing her Christmas shopping—to Donaldson’s floorwalker): “Can you tell me where to find soft men’s felt hats?” The next is that famous King Cole W ho looks like a seven-foot pole. And for this we wil vouch— He is surely a grouch. Hut a good sort of dub on the whole. MissShillock, to a German VI class: “Two-thirds of this class may recite, and the other two-thirds mav write out the lesson. (Jf all sad words of joke or pun. The saddest are these. “We might have won. Here is a spicy bit culled from the speech of an Fast High alumnus: “1 saw four teachers yesterday, and not one of them was together. Who was it that said. I would rather be right than be president of the Debating Society”? St-ccnlij EAST HIGH LIFE Lives of editors remind us We can make our lives a crime. Just by printing jokes and stories. Covered with the moss of time. Hip-Pocket Essay On High Schools High Schools are organizations established to educate the older young people of the city. In doing this they have been a great success, for High School graduates. bv their own confession, know more than any other class of people on earth. Many High School graduates, on entering the business world, have been known to secure very good positions and salaries as high as $7.C0 a week. The advantages of a High School education are many. In the first place, each graduate secures a diploma, which, when framed, can be hung in one's room, and shown to admiring relatives and real friends. In the second place, a High School graduate learns things which stay with him many years. ( ld grads can get together ten years after graduation and give the school yell as if they were till sophomores, and memories of the football games and debates linger in a man's memory for a long period of time. In Minneapolis there is one real High School and four others. Central High was founded in 1564. and still retains the customs, manners, and atmosphere of that period. South High is a school for baseball players only, and consists chiellv of an auditorium. W est High was made famous by Joe Mattern. North was a High School once, but since the North-East debate, in l‘)12. it has kept very silent. Hast, the only real High School of the five, was made famous by beating North at debate, by Sandy Hamilton, and by Mr. Webster's “English Composition and Literature.” Some Ideas of Heaven Abe Sugarman—To convert somebody to Socialism. Wyman Cole—1,000 paid subscriptions to the Cardinal. Hart Anderson—57 girls in love with him at once. Louise XVeesner—Just honey. Mr. Cook—To organize another “Bean Feed” Club. Technical Society—A school without any debaters. Mr. Towne—A Physics class without Sugarman in it. Gyda Guttersen—To convert Mr. Ackcrson to Woman Suffrage. Irvin novum—To belong to 1.000 different societies. Debate Team—To wallop Xorth again. The Football Team—Eleven Mahoney’s. Viola Hazen—A tube dress which she could be melted and poured into. Mr. Ackcrson—The proposed plan—all the girls in A Room. Ye Editor—One page of good “copy.” Erma Boody—A party every day. Miss Sbillock—A crib for Clinton Hall. The Overworked Seniors—The new Auditorium. Miss Dann—Sixteen recitation rooms. The Whole School—Everything just a little bit different. The Cardinal Board (now the book is out)—An armored balloon. A Student’s Questions When Dido is dead and is buried. And the Trojans have sailed away, And Phoebus has come from the ocean— Oh! Why can't they let things stay? Why do we have to review it ? Why must she rise from the bier? Why can’t Aeneas forget her Until this time next year? When we have mastered our (lerman verbs. And struggled through second term. And plowed our way through “Immensee”— Oh why do they make us squirm ? Why do we have the passive voice ? Why must we decline dir Why can’t they let things rest awhile Until this time next year? sect nty-tico When we have studied Oxygen, And crystallized I UO. And learned about rubidium— O why can’t they let things go? Why do we have to know metais? Why must our brains be clear? Whv can’t they let us forget it Until this time next year? When we have worked through English. And learned all there is to know. And found a date to fit each man— Oh why do they rush us so? Why do we have to commit things? Win must we like Shakespeare? Why can't a poet escape us Until this time next year? Though we can scan our Virgil. Though we know (ierman. we hope. Though we can write equation.- . Though we can quote from Pope. Still we must suffer in silence. And. with but one thing to cheer. We must let them review it now— For we won’t be here next year. Xada Ovf.ri.anh. O, why is Ye Editor. Sam. So down in the mouth, like a clam? Twere a pity to miss A good chance like this To tell you it’s only a sham. Mr. Holbrook was reading a list of occupations: 1 don’t know whether this author had any purpose in grouping these names like this, but he has a thief next a minister, and the next thing to a teacher is ail idiot. Xow. there is our friend, Edward Xich. For short, he is sometimes called Pick.” Describe him we can't In this little chant. Better than call him a stick. S't-jvn tii-tlnci A Treatise On, And Investigation Into, The Institution Of The Public Sandwich It is safe to say tliat no one has ever passed outside the walls of East High School without hearing the much-used expression. “Have a bite.” This usually refers to a sandwich, and it might here he asked, does this conform to the many new and popular ideas of sanitation? Since the abolishment of the public drinking cup, why not abolish the public sandwich, or at least provide a sanitary, sectional sandwich? There are two kinds of sandwiches; sandwich sandwiches, and bun sandwiches. The difference is one cent and a slight distinction in taste which may be noticed by a person of strong imagination. Sandwiches arc sometimes used in place of food, but are most generally sought after for social purposes, the) being part of the necessary equipment of a pronienader at recess. He is thus enabled to show his affection for his fellow pronienader by thrusting into his face this tempting unsanitary emblem of friendship, with that apparently harmless suggestion, “Have a bite.” Statistics show that each bite carries with it about five million germs, or forty-nine million, five hundred and sixty thousand germs to the sandwich. Another interesting fact, in connection with this treatise is the report of a distinguished member of our faculty upon the ingredients of the unsanitary sandwich. This gentleman stated, after a careful analysis of a typical sandwich, that he had every reason to believe, in fact, was willing to go on record as saying that there were positive evidences of said sandwich having, at some early stage in its development, been in close proximity to a ham. It will herein appear evident to the fair-minded person, that the popular unsanitary sandwich, as a public institution, should be abolished. Clara Walker. Helen Heen, reading a Lit. Composition—“Orm was one of the monks tiiat infested England in the early years.” •S rcHty-four To Our Electricians Talk about your clever genius, W ho can beat East High School there? Just come into Physics ‘‘Lab.. And watch the students unaware. There’s Clarence and Howard and Gilbert, Inventors and builders are they Of wireless “Geniotic perfections. Who electrical wonders display. Then Edgar La vine and his partner. (“Bill Smith is his name, if you please.) Have perfected a welding transformer. (I f ye ken wha' that is. ye’re nae geese.) Looking further we see in the distance More and more of these wonderful men: There’s Swenson, and Borst. and Knipmeier, All worthy of note bv the pen. There's Donald Mereen and X. Barden. Both geniuses without a doubt: And Boyum and Gaumnitz and Dobbs. Who well could make Edison pout. With Professor Towne. their instructor. And Miss Pierce, the only girl wonder. They have won for our school a lenown That ne’er shall be broken asunder. Maky H. G.mm.k. It strikes us that the pupil in one of Miss Donaldson's classes who printed “Watch and Pray on her book, must have had some previous experience in that room. Iistclla Cary (in Virgil class) : “1 can’t make sense out of this part at all. Mr. Ackcrson: Well, what do ‘Baccho and ‘carchesia’ mean? E. C.: “ ‘Wine’ and ‘cups.’ Mr. .1.: “Well, that’s funny! When I have ‘wine’ and ‘cups’ there. I usually know pretty well what to do! Scrnily-flrt The Cardinal—One Thousand or Bust (With Apologies to Poe.) In the hall, this last December, everyone will sure remember. Hung a clock with noble legend, facing boldly toward each door. Then they came with gay descriptions, begging us for our subscriptions. Till we nearly had conniptions,—“Please subscribe for just one more! When those hard three weeks were ended, and the clock said Nine-two-four,” Quoth Prof. Webster, Nevermore!” On a morning bright and cheerful, when the Hoard were feeling tearful, Came a Preside for his Cardinal up to the office door: Took one look at song and story, tales of jov or bloodshed gory. Jokes that with old age were hoary,—‘twas enough, he looked no more: Threw his book among the others scattered o'er the littered floor: Quoth the Preside, Nevermore!” Hip-Pocket Essay on Text-Books Text-books are intended to aid the student in his studies, but thus far they have only developed the handwriting of the scholars: though some of the designs on the front, back and between pages of the students' books are indeed works of art. However, text-books have still another use. Although not listed in Spalding's Catalogue, they are great exercisers. The student piles up a bundle of books, and carries them all the way home. He then puts them on a shelf until 8:15 the next morning, when he carries them back to school. In this way. textbooks serve to develop the muscles of the arm. For a few days after school commences, text-books are among the best sellers with High School students. This, however, is from necessity, not from choice. Another time at which these volumes are popular is the days preceding examinations. Students who haven’t opened a text-book for weeks are known, for some unaccountable reason, to become suddenly intensely interested in its pages. Different text-books are used for different studies, but. while, many years ago. studies were considered an important part of school life, today such i� not the case; studies having been superseded by football games, debating societies, and class dances. )ne of the studies offered today, to give a specific example, i algebra. This is a very valuable science, for it enables one to solve any puzzle encountered, even those in the Ladies' Home Journal. Miss Whitten (conducting a freshman class in leather work, to a group of students in one corner of the room) : Here, you pupils who are dyeing, please be a little more quiet about it! crrnty- crcH Self Government (?) Not long ago it came to pass. That from a third term German class. Young Clinton Hall, a senior lad. Was once expelled for conduct bad. Now this young man. with heart and soul. To govern self, did make his goal. But when this role he did assume. Was firmlv told to “leave the room.” This was the way it came about; He. of his lesson was in doubt ()f what was given for next day. So he up and asked a boy named Jay. Now Jay thought he would have some fun. So told C. H. what must be done. “ ’Tis only this. he boldly said, “Write out the whole—then go to bed. Next morning Clinton came to school. He had no fear of teacher’s rule, For he had written bravely out The lesson he had asked about. But soon he learned it was a fake. And in the class, uproar did make. For at a laughter-shaking lad. He aimed a book—which aim was bad. When he with abject voice and face Petitioned to return to place. He ’fessed his crime before the class And was forgiven bv the mass. Here. Clinton, is a moral true, (Alike. I say, for you. and you,) Self-government is actual pelf. So long as we do govern self. Mary H. Gam.e. Sci'tHly-ciqht E5t it -4 6 to %- oef up 4 rj� «.w Duik f « Vf' ’ sJ� � ve? ofctlte pa H.aM. U e k« fast ?eavc f«r icKm) aT ? jr. «r A.� i at j-p| Split a� 4 p le Jrc ' 'll}? Mia) S IffiiT. � ; ? ■ Off odi jolrs fAJf iaire| 6-few vaitmjr fo «« 1 «{ny fttitn J lr if 1 i� 3 i OM [rhit dt t LiA after Ub-trtf!) T tf i zpoloyics to Daffodils A Debate Meeting IMace—English Library. Time—1:30, Tuesday afternoon. 1911. Scene opens with the Debate Team, Mr. Spolin, and Mr. Holbrook draped gracefuly over various chairs. In the background. Wyman Cole studying. Mr. Spohn—Well, let’s get at it. Now, light into it. Howard, and see if the others can tear you up afterward. Dykman—Honorable Judges. Ladies and Gentlemen— Nicholson—O say. it occurs to my mind at this moment that, instead of yelping Honrubble Judges” and so forth, we ought to get up something new. Dykman—Well then, Worthy Judges and Gentlemen— Sugarman—Here. 1 object, that leaves Nicholson out. Mr. Spohn—Well, there seems to be a difference in opinion here. You'd better go on without that. Howard. Dykman—All right. (Pompously)—Life—is one long series of problems— Mr. Holbrook (imitating Dykman)—Life—is one darn thing after another! Roth—Say. is that lxx k yourn? Oh. I just wanted to hit that Howard. Well, go on. Mr. Spohn—Well. Howard. I guess you’d better work on that introduction some more. I’d like to hear these other fellows, and I’ve got to get out of here by 3 :00 o’clock. All right. Irving. Roth—Hon’bl Judgz, 'n Genlmun—I haven’t got any introduction fixed up so I’ll begin right away. Why has thuh Parzls Post grown to such eenorm’s importunce? Why—it has for its foundation because th’ ‘Merican peepul consid’r it is the difference in value of oprashun with that rendered by th' express compiles, and it is my purpose to do so. When we— Mr. Spohn—Was that a statement or a question? Roth—Dinged if I know! Carlson—Well, what do you mean by. It is my purpose to do so,” anyway? Roth—Why. I meant that I'd prove it. fierent y-ninc Carlson—Prove what? Rotli—O, you poor simp! I'll show that it's so. of course! Sugarman—The trouble with you. Irv, is that you don't know how to u e vour head or vour feet. Mr. Spohn—Well. I've got to go. Now. remember, tomorrow at 1:30. and polish all this up because you never can tell what fancy the judges will take into their heads in deciding the debate. Helmick—“Tell me. where is fancy bred? Cole (looking up from his l ook )—In the bakery! Sugarman—HelpFreshAirAidSuccorAssistanceSupportRescue!!! All rush out leaving Sugarman overcome and gasping on a chair. Finis. “ Norsk-Klassen 1911” Ja det kan du tro var on undcrlig klassc! Skjdent ingen kan sige at dor var en masse. Var dog de som sat dor vel nok interosseret Sit morsmaal det Xorske at faa lilt poleret Vcd Uesning of Holviks og P� jdrnstjernes bok. I haapet om clerved at snart blive klok. I erst var der vor “Ingbirk saa frod� g og rank i hovedct hvit og av kroppens form slank: Xaar tale ban skulde saa hdrtes kun muk Skjdent munden gik liurtig som skjaeg paa en buk. 1 Xorsk-klassen var han og vel noksaa god. Men Ak! dog for tidlig han klassen forlod. Av clem som forlod os et lialvt aar derefter. Der ogsaa var en av vor Xorsk-klasses knitter. En ligned mest Marit i lljdrnstjcrne bogen Lik Marit bun lo der hun vandret i skogen: 1 alt var dc like, saavidt jeg forstaar Av Marits skjoen billed som for os fremstaar. Disse var de veil vor skole i Ost Som lidrte hr. kerer udtale den trdst At Xorge var vistnok det herligste land Med fjcldtinder hoic og speilblanke vand Saa liver en tilsidst var og sikkert forvist At laese om Oyvind var blevet en Ivst. Eluhty-ont ( )l.. F LlW'DEBKkG. Hip-Pocket Essay On Students Students are divided into two classes: those who study, and those who don't. The first class consists of girls, fellows who can’t bluff, and those who wish to graduate in four years. The second class consists of athletes, good bluffers, those who have stand-ins, and also those who come to school merely for the sake of going to football games. The second class is far in the majority. ()nc of the chief things students are noted for is their clothes. These are very peculiar in many respects. For example, the trousers of all real students must be turned up, for some unknown reason, about half way to his knees. Other features of students’ wearing apparel, especially those in the second class, are ilasln neckties, fuzzy hats, and in short, anything that will distinguish them from other animals. The increase in student life is a great thing for this country. It means an increased growth in the clothing and haberdashery business, in which, supported by her students, America will soon lead the world. It also means that our country will hold her place in music, and anyone hearing school veils at a football game will not dispute this claim. For the purj osc of instructing those few students who come to school to study, there have been appointed teachers, who, contrary to the prevalent notion, are human beings. They also exist tor the purpose of torturing students under their charge by forcing them to listen to their humorous ( ?) jokes, many of which are very good, having stood the test of time, and are guaranteed to have been original fifty years ago. Another favorite amusement of teachers is giving tests. In doing this, they use microscopes to find the points in the book that the student is sure to have overlooked, and then a k him to answer them. W hen he fails to do so. the teacher marks him minus, and informs his father, who immediately writes to the What Other People Don’t Think” column, criticising the inefficiency of the present school system. Kii hty-tiro The East High Technical Society The Technical Society is a comparatively new organization in the Hast High School. The society has for its purpose the advancement of its members in scientific lines. Many branches of science are represented in the society. Electricity seems to be the leading science of the school students a� there are something like thirty-five members of the society, most of whom are actively interested in electrical work. The other student members are interested in mechanics ami other branches of science too numerous to mention. The Technical Society when first organized was composed of a few student' and two faculty members. Since Oct. 21. 1910. on which day the organization took place, the society has gained in membership until at present there are thirty-five active members. So far in the history of the society there have been but two applications for membership from girl students. Miss Leone Tierce, who has remained with the society, has given a great deal of her time in completing an electric stove, thus placing herself on a level with the active members. On Friday evening. Feb. 24, 1911. the society gave an entertainment in the school auditorium. The entertainment was entirely along technical lines and was the first of its kind to be given in the F.ast High School. A large audience attended and all the acts were received with satisfaction, which proved to tlu Eltihty-lhrct .■no - ; � 0 ,7 The East High Technical Society Uuckhofl Paine Purple (i.mmnii llsirion Towoc Moreen Pierce I.oversee Itorsl lloyum Swemlseen Conk Kardoson Swenson Smith Nicholson Pulnam Jacobson Sewall Itailliff Harden Olson Uulberforal Miller society that their talent would again be appreciated. Early in the school year complete plans were made for the second technical entertainment, but the coming Electrical Exposition halted further progress. The promoters of the Electrical Exposition wished to have every high school represented in their truly wonderful exposition. The Technical Society, being the only technical organization in the -chool. took it upon themselves to represent the school. Accordingly, the members set to work upon electrical apparatus that was nearly finished, and completed the various instruments that gave the East High School such an excellent representation at the Electrical Exposition. The promoters, also, offered prizes for the best school exhibit and for the best pieces of apparatus exhibited by individual students. The judges, three in number, took into consideration the idea, the finish and the utility of the article. We are glad to state that the judges found it necessary to award the rir-t. second and grand prizes to the East High School. The first prize was given t Miss Leone Pierce of the Technical Society on the electric stove which she exhibited. The second prize was awarded Loylc D. I)obbs, ex-president of the society, on his electro-magnet, l.oth of these prizes consist of sets of drawing instruments. The grand prize which was given to the school consisted of one hundred dollars with which to buy electrical apparatus. The prize was given to this school because the entire exhibit was in good condition and attracted much attention. The East High Technical Society is to he complimented on the interesting and instructing work which it carries on, and is to be thanked by the whole school for the excellent representation of the East High School which it gave at the Electrical Exposition. Etfjh tff-flee THE PRIZE EXHIBIT The East High Martin Levener Williams Blrssloy WaliKiuisI Hauser Davis Hurnkanip lloyuni Johnston Boys’ Club l.cnhart Swrndcren HiiL'inlon Thompson l’ulnam Dykm.in Sowull llolh Chaw The East High Boys Club The East High Bovs' Club is the only organization in the school which docs not hold its meetings in the school building. It is believed that for this reason the general purpose and workings of the club are not as fully understood by the juniors and seniors as they might be. A few facts about the club here are not entirely out of place. The meetings are held in the Y. M. C. A. building on every Tuesday evening at six o’clock. Supper is served in the auditorium between six and seven o’clock, where all members of the various clubs of the other high schools as well as our school partake of the beans and rolls for the nominal sum of fifteen cents. Immediately after supper, while the clubs are still in the banquet hall, some well known person gives a short interesting talk. The topic. chosen are generally such that interest boys especially. After giving applause, the clubs retire to their various rooms, where they discuss such topics as they are wont to. The East High Club has a cozy room, not as large as we would like to have, but it contains plenty of chairs and tables. 1 lere the members have a good time until called to order by Mr. Cook. Then the discussion of the general topic is begun. The question of student government was taken up this year and was certainly discussed from all viewpoints. This is just what makes the meetings worth while. Each member is made to see all points of an argument, if he doesn’t, it isn’t for the dull s|x ts in the arguments, for there are none. The students went into the discussion so far. this year, that they drew up a constitution for a student council. This shows that the club does things in the right way and not in the half way manner which is not worth while. For some reason the meetings have not been well attended this last semester. The greatest reason seems to be because the majority of the juniors and seniors, for whom the club is especially intended, do not take the interest in the club that they should. The attendance has not been, on the average, above twenty at each meeting, which is a ridiculously low figure as compared with that of the other schools. The juniors and seniors must wake up and attend these meetings so that the school will have a fair representation. The prospects for the coming year are much in favor of having the best year in the Boys’ Club’s history. I’nder the leadership of Mr. Cook, the club should develop into the best in the city. There are always a host of good things to discuss. and we need not worry al out that. The meetings must be well attended. Every gentleman in the school is wanted and welcomed in the Boys’ Club. There is nothing lost by those who attend the meetings and there is everything to be gained. It is hoped that the boys of the East High School will not lag l ehind in keeping up the membership. The meetings are beneficial to all. they are instructing. social and interesting, and most of all. they arc practical. Eiiihtfi-tcrrn The Alpha Omega Debating Society Jaioscak Wuhhiuisl Williams Sutrarman Hauser Boris Brown Morgan Bcxiuist I’ulnam Hade Kirk S wend seen Chase Carlson Erwin Gullerscn Rolh Moore Sew all Hickok Nicholson Grolhc Curry Sandahl Dykm.in Brown Dahlquisl Boyum Wilson Helmick Morrow Debate Although the team did not win the majority of its debates, the debate season of 1911-12 was a successful one in many respects. In the first place there was more interest shown in debate work than for some time. Although all debates were held away from here, the Hast rooting brigade was heard from and held its own in each contest. The Alpha Omega Debate Society had a great year. The membership at the writing of this article is at the high water mark of seventy-five. The programs have been varied and entertaining with one especially new feature, which made a bit from the start, the House of Representatives. In this the society after the regular meeting and program, resolved itself into a House of Representatives, copied after the House at Washington. Hills were introduced on all the big questions of the day and politics reigned. From the outset there was war between the Socialists. Republicans and Democrats, and the meetings were featured by many debates and parliamentary bouts which would make the National House at Washington turn green with envy. Great fun, and at the same time, education was gained bv the participants and all agreed that it was a great stunt.” The debate team that represented Hast this year consisted of Sam Scwall, Edward Nicholson and Abe Sugarman, seniors, and Irving Roth, a junior. The substitutes who worked hard to help the team prepare its debates throughout the season were Howard Dykman. Alexander Heltnick and Anders Carlson. Many thanks are due to Mr. Spohn, who coached the team and worked hard to develop a team from a scarcity of material. The season started brilliantly on Dec. 15th with a victory over the hitherto invincible North team. The score was 2 to 1. in favor of East. The next three debates were defeats. Central won, 3 to 0. West, with Chapman and Buswell, ex-East High members, also won the unanimous decision in the hardest battle of East’s season. The last debate was with South, and here also the decision went to the opponents. 2 votes to 1. However. the team had one distinction and that was that they all spoke practically extemporaneously, a feat that has been accomplished by no other school. For next year, prospects are bright, indeed. With Roth back as a nucleus. Mr Spohn as coach, a membership of seventy-five in the Debate Society, and two debate classes nourishing, the season of 1913 should bring East a winning team. Everybody that can speak fairly well should help out the debate team. When the team is chosen, they should work consistently hard all the year. During the debates, the team should have a good, solid backing of support from the whole school. Elphti 'iilHC The East High String Quartette Mi account of the remodeling of the school auditorium, which was started early last fall, it became necessary to disband the musical organizations of the East High School. It happened in this way that the whole field of musical activity was thrown open to any small organization which might he brought alnuit by ambitious students. The true school spirit was shown by the organization of the Kast High String Ouartctte by four young musicians. To Robert Sardeson belongs the credit for organizing the quartette, for it was he who believed that a small musical organization would be a success in the chool. Herr Sardeson lost no time in finding players well suited to their positions. The following gives the personnel of the l‘M2 quartette. I'red Johnson, concert master..................hirst violin Kenneth Morrow................................Second violin )laf Lundcberg.................................... Viola Robert Sardeson.................................Violoncello The musicians got together at once and began hard practice. The studio selected was the room next to Mr. Gray’s, in the Annex. Mr. Gray did not appreciate the ambitious spirit of the young musicians. for he disliked very much the “dulcet symphonies that shook the walls and caused many smiles amongst his students. Mr. Gray won the victory and the studio was moved to the top floor of the old building. Here the quartette hopes to carry out their practice without being further disturbed. The quartette has acquired quite a repertoire, which includes compositions h most of the greatest music masters, among whom are Ileethoven. Schubert and Mazas. The quartette has made good on several occasions. They gave their best compositions at the graduation exercises and several times in other entertainments. The string quartette has been appreciated by the Kast High School, ami it i- the hope of those who are leaving the East High School this semester that the string quartette will become a permanent organization of the school. There has also been organized a Hoys Glee Club, but at the time of going to press nothing has been beard from it except “Die Lorelei in variegated keys. XIw. THLETICS Wyalt I l.imillon Williams Rco Davis, Mgr Holm.in W vman Code Huey I'elton. Clinch Martin Hermann Duvall Mahoney Sullivan Football The season of 1911. while not a complete success. was gratifying to the followers of the big red team. The team this year pulled East out of last place and granted the cellar championship to Central. Prospects for a championship team were not bright in the early part of the season: the material was lacking and no acceptable practice held was available. Hut with the acquisition of the 11 roadway held, and the arrival of Coach Pelton, the Cardinal stock began to rise. The team progressed rapidly under Pelton s tutelage and developed into a well-drilled but inexperienced aggregation. A severe blow was dealt when Capt. Code was barred two days preceding the South game. This left a w A big gap in the line and broke up the team-plav. but nevertheless. East held South down to one held goal, ami the city champions experienced one of their hardest games, and were lucky to win by the small score of three to nothing. Next. East's gridiron warriors encountered North and were only defeated because they were outweighed. Too much praise cannot be given the team for this uphill hght. Acting-Captain Wyatt and Williams starred, and the whole team fought like demons. and were not willing to admit defeat until the final whistle. These games gave the team the much-needed experience and showed the weak places in the machine, which Coach Pelton soon corrected. Xinctiithnc East was prepared to do or die at the next battle, but there was no necessity for dying as the team decisively defeated Central. The Red and Blue were confident of victory but they had not reckoned with Coach Belton’s charges. All the East men fought as never before and as a result, a victory was gained over their oldest rivals. The work of Mahoney and Huey deserves special mention, especially Mahoney, who scored two touch-downs, with Hamilton’s aid. East High supporters were truly proud of their team after this game. Following three weeks of inactivity, the Cardinal team encountered West, and due to the recalling of a brilliant touch-down by Hamilton and their staleness. East lost heart and were overwhelmed by the Green and W hite. W yatt and W yman bore the brunt of the attack, but even then East was not able to resist strenuously the onslaught of the W'est-Siders. While this season did not bring the championship to East High, nevertheless it did bring a fighting spirit not possessed before, and last but not least. Coach Belton. In Belton, we have the best coach in the state and it was through his efforts that East fared as well as it did. Next season, with Pelton back, and eight l� etter men. numerous subs, and second-team men. East should have a championship team and she deserves the assistance of the entire school to help her attain this honor. There was much enthusiasm at East over tennis last spring and many good men tried out for the team. Jordan won the championship of the school and Richardson and Lamoreaux were selected as the other members of the team. At the inter-scholastic tournament. East’s men met the hardest men in the early rounds and thus failed to land a place. However, with many more entries in the spring school tournament, it looks as though East would experience a better season this vear in tennis. Slncty-fowr The Hockey Team Hclmick Wyall Way Loomis Anderson Lumonniux Marlin Peal Wyman Bornkamp Although East only secured third place in the hockey league, it was due to hard luck rather than a poor team. Accidents and fluke scoring seriously hindered East's efforts. East was easily defeated by the St. Paul schools, hut the Minneapolis schools found harder work in eliminating our representatives. The team lacked finish and sticking powers and its showing was due to the work of a few stars, such as Captain Martin. Lamoreaux, Cray, and Peat. Next season. East should do much better, for, with five regulars and numerous subs as a nucleus, a winning combination can be developed, and every influence in the school should help the team to do better work and secure the championship laurels for East High. Xinctu-IIre The Track Tearn I avis Timbcrluke Marlin Strid A. Johnson Taylor N. Johnson Hagb« ri[ Hast was unfortunate in track work in 1911. Although many men responded to Captain Johnson's call for candidates, few developed, and East's only hopes for honors rested on the shoulders of a few veterans. Johnson and Martin proved to he the only consistent winners, hut several other men showed form that promises well for the future. East was entered in various meets hut contested with little success. The “Cardinal and White secured ninth place in the University meet and the Shat-tuck meet and third place in the Twin City high school meet. East should do much better this season, for hut few of last year's men are lost and several stars have joined the school. If the team gets the right kind of support this year it should do much to strengthen East's athletic prowess, so let each and every student loyally and faithfully supi ort East's track team. Xtn etu- U Baseball Baseball started with a rush last year, due mostly to the interest atul enthusiasm aroused by a highly successful Tag Day. Captain Hunt called for candidates early in April, and a large number of men responded. The prospects for a winning team were exceedingly brilliant, until accidents and the faculty blighted our hopes. The loss of several star players weakened the team. but. nevertheless, the eager but inexperienced men who replaced them gave the best they had and they deserve great credit for their efforts. Games were scheduled with South. North. West. Central, St. Thomas, and Shattuck. While nearly all the games were close, hard-fought battles. Dame Fortune frowned on East High's efforts, and few games were won. As the season grew, the team improved and at all times lived up to the school's motto, F.ast High Never Quits.’’ This season Fast should be a serious contender for premier honors, for she has eight veterans and many promising youngsters back, ami the team should receive the firm support and the whole-hearted loyalty of every student to help it attain a position worthy of the school. At the time of going to press, the Cardinal receives the report of the Fast-West game, in which the Cardinal and White gained a decisive victory over their rivals of West, including the ex-Fast man, Blank. 5 to 4. Xlm‘tv- eeen THE SQUAD The Athletic Board of Control The Athletic Board, which has control over all of the school athletics, is composed of the following members: President, Mark Hurd Vice President, Arnold Wvnian Secretary, Irving Roth Treasurer, Mr. E. I). Pennell Faculty Member, Mr. I). H. Holbrook Senior Representatives, Harry Weisman and Oswald Wyatt Junior Representative, Wilbur Price Managers Football, Charles II. Davis Baseball, Arthur Sullivan Track, Allison Taylor Hockey, Lowell Lamoreaux Tennis, Harold Richardson Last year, the Athletic Board awarded “E’s” for athletics to the following men : Football Wilfrid Code, captain Clarence Hermann Edward Mahoney Thomas Holman Harold Huey Thomas Sanford William Duvall Mark Hamilton Arnold Wvnian Track Arthur Johnson, captain Allison Taylor John Martin W arner Hagberg Gaylord Hunt, captain Frank Drew Albert Jacqua Philip Blank John Martin, captain Grant Gray Lowell Lamoreaux Baseball Edward Mahoney Arthur Pidgeon Charles Davis Sarsfield Danaher Hockey Frank Peat Hart Anderson Milden Way Arnold Wyman ()swald Wyatt Arthur Sullivan Edwin Rees Russell Williams John Martin Walter St rid Xorman Johnson Mark Hamilton Walter Jurgenson Leland Madland Leo Riley Oswald Wyatt Clarence Iiomkamp Alex Helmick Win£tl ninn To The Team How often to our memory we recall The hitter shame we feel whene'er we lose. This spirit lingers in its varied hues. And seems to change our pleasures into gall. Hut such the custom’s been whate’er befall, Since knights of old came forth but to accuse Some fellow knight of using treach’rous ruse, And shout his challenge loud to front them all. But now good fortune very seldom lies. Alone with him to whom we have to yield. Defeat is termed but victory in disguise. The vanquished often victor of the field. Brave men are they who knowing they must fall, Yet turn and set their backs against the wall. W it. it UR Price. 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