East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1914 volume:

0,,cK V We CARDINAL Published Annually by the Senior Class of The East High School Minneapolis VOLUME EIGHT m The Book sf The Class of June, 1914 Vo LOUIS G. COOK BIG BROTHER TO US ALL. WE DEDICATE THIS BOOK. Editor-in Chief Assistant Editor Caroline Helmick Business Mgr. Alexander Helmick Assistant . . Howard Jacobson Society .... Editii Pope Athletics . . . Arnold Wyman Organizations . Douglas Anderson Lucille Lord Katherine Yerxa Edward Essler 1 Helen Strong Vernon Smith Photographer . . Katherine Vos The Cardinal Board Elaine Cleveland Literary . . . j Art Six Responsibility' THERE was once a wise old educator. In this wise old educator’s school, they had “auditorium” twice a week before the day’s work began. At 9 o’clock sharp on Tuesdays and Fridays, when the whole school was assembled in the great hall of the building, the wise old educator mounted the rostrum, and with upraised hand and commanding voice, demanded of his school, “What is the word?” As one voice came the answer, “Responsibility!” “What did you say?” “Responsibility!” “Louder!” “RESPONSIBILITY!” This time uttered with the entire force of a thousand voices. Satisfied, the old educator lowered his hand, the wave of sound subsided, the school quieted down, and the “morning exercises” proceeded. What did the little ceremony mean? Far more than I, or any of the other pupils in that school, or even the wise old educator could tell. That ceremony was making character; that word, so vehemently repeated, was becoming ingrained in the very souls of the children of the school. That wise old educator loved his children and, out of his great love, through example and through precept, he was teaching them the best life motto he knew. If 1 could give a school a gift, since the beloved educator is gone and I cannot give him to a school, 1 would give the school his motto: “Responsibility.” That watch-word, wrought out in the daily life of a school, means the three essentials of a successful school: scholarship, character, and patriotism. East’s Greatest Need WE have spent four successful years at East High School. We have had the advantage of its splendid teaching force and its unusually capable principal. We have been inspired by the clean, wholesome atmosphere which permeates the whole school, but we realize that there is one great lack in East High School. That lack is a well-equipped gymnasium. Think what a good gymnasium would mean to East High! It would increase school spirit by causing more boys to show their athletic prowess, and by al- Sezrn lowing tin girls to have their share in the athletic activities of the school. It would he an inducement to many on the Hast Side, who now leave school after the completion of the eighth grade, to attend the high school, in order to enjoy the gymnasium. It would he the most effective method of teaching personal hygiene and cleanliness to those who do not have this teaching in their homes. But, most of all, a good gymnasium would cause a mingling of upper and lower classmen, and would make East High a greater social center. East High has been a school now for fourteen years. It has made splendid progress along literary lines. It has always stood for the highest moral ideals. Why should it not also have the opportunity to direct the physical development of its young people? Why do not alumni, student council, faculty and pupils join forces and see that our school receives its share in the recent appropriations for the high schools? Other schools have gymnasiums; why not East ? Teacher Attention AS we close our four years of interesting high-school experience, and in this book say “good-hve,” we cannot refrain from a few words of appreciation—and otherwise—of the teachers who have “guided our wayward feet along the thorny path of knowledge.” Memories of them will stay with us always, of those we loved and respected, and of those we would have liked to love. With varied feelings we will look back on those teachers who employed that hated and mortal weapon, sarcasm, who searched for our faults and criticised without helping. Ridicule and biting sarcasm arouse nothing but antagonism and stubborn rebellion in a student. To a teacher using such methods we can only say—“Don't.” By this pernicious habit, otherwise lovable teachers are estranging themselves from their pupils. Pleasant memories linger of a Freshman Latin teacher, now gone from the school, whose sweet voice and gentle manner and kindly helping hand not only won her pupils devotion, but made her a splendidly effective instructor. There are many such teachers in our school. They have given us justice at all times; they have shown us sympathy and courtesy, and no one appreciates courtesy more than a student. Though strict they have aroused and inspired us to more conscientious efforts. It is these teachers who really make a school and give it character. Be Happy' BE HAPPY. It is a brave thing to do. It is the coward, who sits and bemoans his fate. It is the quitter, who cries defeat first. It is the shirker, who complains of toil. It is the whiner, who burdens his brother with the cares lie has brought upon himself. The brave thing is to banish the unreal cares, rout those that seem real, and smile. Every time you fall, whenever things go wrong, smile and be happy. It is a brave thing to do. Carry your burden; don’t put it upon a brother’s back. When one shoulder is aching, shift the load a little, and smile. The load will be lighter. Courage makes the way seem shorter. Take a deep breath, straighten up, and smile. Be happy! It is a brave thing to do. k BRITTON BATCH8LDRR SALISBURY STROMGRRN HAMILTON PITBALDO WYMAN TAYLOR DAHLQL'IST HELY HOGANSON CORRIYKAU WKEDELL FOOTE JACOBSON RYAN FOOTBALL A SCHOOL that can turn out a championship athletic team has just reason to he proud. And why! Xot merely because a championship means that, that school is so fortunate as to have within its number a few who are sturdy athletes, but also because a championship means that those athletes have maintained a high scholastic standing while engaging in athletics. In this day of athletic competition, scholastic deficients are barred out by eligibility rules. Since the close of the last football season, there has been prevalent among those interested in football a new spirit of scholastic endeavor. That is the foundation of a championship team, and upon it we hope to build surely and to bring to Hast that silver trophy. In the past East has been lacking in someihi.ig which is essential to winning teams. The team of 1913, though not a winning team, showed signs of regaining possession of that “Something. From the start of the season to the finish East displayed an ever improving game. It is true an 18-0 defeat at the hands of West was a lowly start, but the 0-0 game against South, which closed the season, was evidence of what East can do when imbued with the fighting spirit, and backed by a loyal, enthusiastic student body. Next season, football starts where it left off November 8, 1913, with that spirit which it took much of last season to acquire. The following scores show where East started, where East left off. and where East will begin next season: East, 7—St. Paul Mech. Arts, 0. East, 0—West, 18. East, 0—North, 7. East, 14—St. Paul Central, 0. East, 6—Central, 6. East, 48—Blake, 0. East, 0—South, 0. The loss of ssiieli men as '‘Sandy” Hamilton. Pudge” Wyman, “Red” Huey, Taylor. Dahlquist, Jacobson, and Weeded will he keenly felt. These fellows who have fought many a battle for East merit great praise. The fine spirit of such men as Helmick, Treat, Mork, and Spain, as well as a great number of substitutes is to be commended. In looking back over the season, which was none too successful, to he sure, it can he predicted with all due conservatism that another season will bring still better results and. let us all hope, a championship team. As Mr. Webster said, “Another season with the same steady improvement and we will he on the roof garden instead of in the cellar.” Last fall a great spirit was developed in the school. Also a considerable amount of new material was unearthed from which we hope to develop another “Sandy” or “Pudge.” All of us are anxious to see that silver football in our trophy case. What can wc do to put it there? Let every fellow who has the time join the squad! Between now and then get into training by annexing a few of those much desired double pluses to that report card of yours. They won't come so hard next fall. Those who cannot join the squad register in the cheering department! Whether we win or lose we have benefited. Here's to a successful season for 1914. The Athletic Field IN 1IM2 the City Council voted $ 14.500 for Hast High's athletic field. This money was set aside and no further action was taken until in the Spring of 1013 when Alderman Chase found a suitable site. The Student Council, led by Huey petitioned for this land. As a result, the land was purchased for the sum of $11,750, leaving a balance of .$2,250 for buying more land. The land purchased consists of the whole block between Como and Talmage, and 10th and 11th Avenues. South East, and a third of the adjoining block to the 11th Avenue side. This territory affords plenty of room for baseball, football, track, and tennis grounds. No improvements have been made on the grounds as yet but they are in good condition for football and baseball. We are publishing herewith a sketch of the field as we hope to see it some day. Thirteen ANDERSON WYMAN ANDKKSCH MILLER WAY GANZER SPAIN Hockey ALTHOUGH East finally annexed a new hockey rink at Van Cleve Park, changeable weather made practice upon it impossible until a week before the season commenced. West and Central defeated us in our first two games. The team, however, found its stride in the next game and beat North. When we again met West a terrible struggle ensued. The score stood 2 to 1 in favor of East until the last minute of play, when West again tallied. It took two extra periods to determine the winner, West finally winning 3 to 2. Meeting Central and North the second time, East lost to Central but forced North to take a second defeat. An even break resulted in the two out-of-town games. Although East lost to Saint Paul Central, they defeated the strong Saint Thomas aggregation by a 1 to 0 score. In this game. Spain made a pretty goal in an extra period of play. Captain Way at cover point and Anderson at goal did brilliant work throughout the season. Their playing will be missed next year, but with four veterans and some promising second string men East should be well represented. Fourteen Our Coach EAST High was determined to get a “real” coach. Several applicants, among whom was a certain Mr. Batchelder, were considered. It did not take many interviews for Batchelder to assure the Board of Education that he was the right man for the place. Events this year have p r o v e d his choice to have been a very fortunate one for East. He has aroused a new enthusiasm in the school; he has built up a fighting football team; and In has made a decided financial success. What more could you wish of a coach? How did he do it? This may easily be answered. Ilis wholehearted enthusiasm, his faith in the school and the team, his bulldog courage and his ability to handle boys, have all been important factors in his work. In Mr. Batchelder. East has found the man the school athletics needed. Undoubtedly the spirit evidenced by this season's football team, existed in the school previous to his coming, but it took a man of his calibre to arouse this spirit to the pitch necessary to make an enthusiastic school and a fighting football team. Fifteen Baseball THE 1913 Imselmll season was not a success. Although Captain Riley had a fair squad of both new and old men. the support of the student body was lacking. Without this support no team can be successful. As a result East, after playing half their schedule, disbanded and were left in the cellar position. Batchelder will take charge of the team this spring. “Nut? said !” The usual shifting of grounds will not be necessary this this year as our new field will serve the purpose well. Among the new faces in the line-up will be seen “Lefty” Ryan and Walter Jacobson, two experienced pitchers. With a large and willing squad, determined to be heard from. East should prove a dangerous contender for the 1914 championship. Sfventffu CARRY PITBALDO TAYLOR JACOBSON WYMAN MODEL C.RIFFIN MCCORD Track EAST was well represented in track las season. Ten men won their letters, this being the largest team in a great many years. The season started with the Interscholastie Meet at Shattuck. Our men, with only two weeks training, did well to get the few points they did. At the Inter-City Meet, however, great improvement was shown. Taylor and McCord simply “ate up” the dashes, while the team tallied in almost every event. The City Meet found Hast at its best. I'nfortunate circumstances made McCord ineligible. In spite of this handicap, Bast made 28 points. Taylor was our individual star, placing in the dashes and running fourth man in the relay. East placed second in the relay. The sensation of the meet was Criffin's mile, which, despite the downpour of rain and a soggy track, was Eiihtten run in record time. He was closely followed by Jacobson. Owing to the excellent teams Central and North had. East had to be content with third place, leaving West and South to fill fourth and fifth positions. Track is a splendid sport. Few sports are its equal in developing speed, endurance and splendid physique. Why is it not possible for East to have at least thirty fellows on the squad? If such a bunch would only start training it would not be hard for East to pick a winning team. Tennis TENNIS aroused much enthusiasm at East last spring. The tournament drew out a large entry list and all the matches were hotly contested. Lamorcaux won the championship while Richardson and Way landed second and third places respectively. In the interscholastic, Richardson had the honor of winning the only point for East, while Lamoreaux and Way each lost in hard-fought matches. The fall tournament drew out some new “sharks which makes the prospect for this spring very bright. Owing to sudden cold weather, the tournament was left uncompleted, with Way and Guernsey in the finals. GUKRNSEY WAY I.AMORRAUX SineUtn With many of last year’s players hack, and with a large bunch waiting for a “crack” at the interscholastic, Hast should do much better this spring. The feature of the tennis year was the girl’s tournament. Not less than forty entries were received and within a month the first round was played off. Teas and thimblebces, however, resulted in the undoing of the athletic contest and it was not finished. We wish the girls better success in their next tournament. Athletic Board of Control Faculty Member .... Mr. A. C. Slifcr. Senior 1 prisentatives— Harold Huey. Roland Schmid. , unior Rcprescntatin— Warren Foote. President— Arnold Wyman. Vice-Preside nt— Mark Hamilton. CAPTAINS Secretary— Ernest Dahlquist. Treasurer— .Mr. E. D. Pennell. Track— Allison Taylor. Hockey— Milden Way. Football— Baseball— Mark Hamilton. Leo Riley. Track— Robert McCord. Hock( y— Douglas Anderson. MANAGERS Football— Emmett Salisbury. Baseball— George Lang. Tennis— Lowell Lamorcaux. In recognition of their services to East High Athletic Board of Control during the past year voted Football— Harry Britton. James Corriveau. Ernest Dahlquist. Warren Foote. Mark Hamilton (C’apt.). Rudolph Hoganson. Harold Huey. Howard Jacobson. Walter Pitblado. Arthur Ryan. George Stromgren. Allison Taylor. Austin Weeded. Arnold Wyman. Baseball— Edwin Rees. Leo Riley. Herbert Robinson. Walter Pitblado. Warren Foote. Mark Hamilton. George Lang. Hockey— Howard Spain. Milden Way (Capt.). Arnold Wyman. Douglas Anderson. George Andrisch. Harold Ganzer. Roy Miller. on the athletic field the the following men “E’s”: Track— Robert McCord. Walter Pitblado. Edwin Rees. Sylvester Striegl. Allison Taylor (Capt.). Walter Carey. Herbert Griffin. Earl Hodel. Howard Jacobson. Donald Knowlton. Tennis— Harold Richardson. Twenty Class §f June Douglas Anderson Scotch—In all but name. Marik Anderson “You might have thought a form of wax, wrought to the very life, was there, So still she was. so pale, so fair. M KRTLK ANDERSON And when you stick on conversation burrs. Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful ’ers.’ Karl Andrist Mendlessohn. Beethoven. Chopin, and me. Ethel Derg Patient, plodding, painstaking. Twenty-two Harold Blanchette .Most glorious night. Thou wert not sent for slumber.” A !. es Rohmbacji Boom, Boom, my light and sun. Seized my heart and away she run. Elxa Hors Bonsky is a little maid. With deep brown eyes and manner staid (?). Mark Brown I must to the barber's, for methinks. I'm marvelous hairy ‘bout the face. IIallie Bri ck Tiny feet, baby hands. Innocent eyes of blue. Da-Da! Twenty-three Alien IK CAMPBELL I’m here because I'm here.” Muriel Carbkrry Gabble, Rabble. Walter Carey Dangerous lo have around a hydrogen generator. Alice ('a hi-son Of manner gentle. Of affections mild. Ahbik Carufel Abbie’s not an awful bluffer. But she surely Is a little stuffer. Twenty-four JH Julia ( IIRISTKNSKN Her speech is slow—her thoughts sublime, Her words are long—her marks are tine. Elaine Cleveland Big girl with fuzzy hair and a voice like a man. Lii.lik Cooper man There she goes, there she goes. All dressed up in her Sunday clothes.' Iris Dames Say Iris, just in confidence, now, is that blush of yours real or manufactured? Anna Dolnky Why so conscientious over thy lessons, Anna? Twenty-five Mae Donaldson A sunny temperament with hair to match. Ragnhild Ditnkkk Aint. no Hunker. Edward Essi.hu And his chin new-reaped ShQ'v’d like a stubble land at harvest home.” Miriam Evans “She hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. Ei.i.a Evenson ‘‘Blushing Is the color of virtue.’ Twenty-six William Fbrqvson Big (?). bigoted, biped. Eleanor Finney No use. Eleanor, it Just won't curl. Katherine Fox Talk, talkia. talkissima. Floyd Friar To Virgil class he rides his steed. And Ackle marvels at his speed. Florence Frihero Quels cheveux! Twenty-seven Leon Goetz man As though he lived to write and wrote to live. I novak Graff Art hungry? Carl Grakrud Shyness hides much of his wisdom Newei.i. Guernsey Newell is a brave brunette, Smooth of hair and long of chin, But when Newell opens wide his mouth. You can't see Newell for his grin. Albion Guyek Miss Moorman could bluff. For he sure is good On that kind of stuff. Txunty-eigkt Norman Haoe “As dorab as any stoon. Mart Hathaway Sweet, smiling, studious. Ludwig Hauser If “silence speaks louder than words then “Loodveeg” sure is some orator! Alexander Hklmick “() that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth, Then with passion would I shake the world!” Caroline Hklmick Strange to the world she wore a bashful look. The fields her study, nature was her book. Twenty-nine Anna IIickey “Her ways are ways of pleasantness And her paths are those of peace.” Kaki.k IIodei. Bermuda onions and auburn hair, Give me these: 'tis all 1 care. Minnie Horn A lover of the true, the good, the beautiful. Lora Howard She is thoughtful and sweet. From her head to her feet. Rftii Howard Not one of those horrid” sharks. Thirty IIA HOLD I Il'EY His head and hair with odorous oil is sleek. Howard .Jacobson Jakie has a Tull long chin. A splendid background for his grin. Iris Jaynes Tweedledum and Lois Jaynes Tweedle-dee. Roy Jkrnstrom A mischief-making monkey. Thirty-otic Fl.OKENCK .JonNSON If we could compare thy worth With thy endless gushing mirth. Joseph A. Johnson A little nonsense now and then. Is relished by the wisest men. Joseph ( . Johnson (the red-haired one) What a lengthy man! Oka Mae Jones O never is lost or wasted. The goodness of the good. Florence Ji i.es Queen of the Lilliputians. Thirty-two Elmer Kampfp A high mark in Gherman. O what's the use! Rt'TII Kehnk Charms thou hast. But virtues few. Marion Keller Buxom, blithe, and debonair, Please. Mar-yan, bow'd you fix your hair? Henry Kceiin With grave aspect he rose, and in his aspect seemed a pillar of stone.” Alys Lambert • Thirty-three Monica Langtry • I-hab-ad-aufel-gold-girls. Amaxous Larson Serene, sedate, smiling, sans-care. ) Cora lie Levy Mr. Meinzer's fad. Rutii Lindblom '0 she would sing the savageness out of a bear.” Lucilk Farrington Lord “Woman's place is the home. Thirty-four Mildred Lucas “Be good sweet maid, and let who will be clever. Ethel Lundquist A creature not too bright or good for nature's daily food.” Alice MacLean “A softer charm within her manner lies. Mary Martin Though our Mary is so clever, She is not a greasy grind; And we like her combination. Of beauty and of mind. Mildred Matson I am a pilgrim. I am a stranger! Thirty-five Clarence Meyer Me loves but one. XENFRKD M1K KELSON Linked sweetness long drawn out. Gladys Moork Hoy-doy, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! Esther Nelson A very pretty little verse was contributed for Esther. We refrain however from printing it. The principal word rhymes with “weed.” Dorothy Orbeck Her nose tip-tilted like a flower.' Thirty-six Maude Painter Why, I'm noi talkative! Hazel Peterson She is meekness itself. Mabel Plouf Ploufs there are and Ploufs there be But are there any more like thee? Edith Pope Heart’s desire! Walter Pttuple Conceit, conceit, and then some! Thirty-seven Bernice Rand And her cheeks the vermine red did show Like roses In a bed of lilies shed. Paul Rhame St. Paul was always a good friend of the Popes’. Esther Rhode A penny for your thoughts! David Bitten house And his head was shaped like an egg. Charles Rowley Chuck full of Grace. Thirty-right Johanna Ryan At laughing and talking Johanna’s a dear. But when she's reciting, the teacher can’t hear. For then she says nothing we sadly do fear. Emmf.t Salisbury My only hooks were woman's looks And folly’s all they taught me.” Robkrt Sardeson He who knows naught and knows that he knows naught is a wise man. Eugene Scriver A Jolly good fellow is Chick.” In Virgil his questions are quick. Hazel Siieckler Pretty, sweet, and dear. Thirty-nine BHOOKS SllKUX)X And a babbling brook at that. Mary Siikiwkdson She's jolly and cute. And clever to boot.” Ei.ia Smitka She studied all day, she studied all night. She always had her lessons exactly right. She never sassed a teacher. She never flunked” a test. Of all Fast's little angels. This one is the best. VoDICA KtKVKNS Hall to thee, blithe spirit! Frances Stork The glass of fashion and the mould of form.' Forty Helen Strong Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax.' Joseph B. Sugarman With neck out stretched—” Helen Sullivan She bounces around like a rubber ball on the end of a string. Ruby Swanson The best woman is the one least talked about. Allison Taylor “None but the brave deserves the fair.' Forty-one Raymond Thomas Raymond in Lit, Is some shark, nit! Floyd Treat All the ladies call him sweet. Marion TJtton A model lassie, seen but seldom heard. Katherine Vos Pretty, charming, affected, perhaps. Ge r ;iana Walton “Brown tresses man's imperial race ensnare. And beauty draws them with a single hair.” Forty-two Aurel Warner Beautiful, gentle, tasteful, and neat. In all of these things she has everyone beat. Mildkn Way “Brown, darkly, beautifully brown are his eyes. Newton Webster Mary had a little lamb She kept him on the go. And everywhere that Mary went. This lamb supplied the “dough. Elsie Wider Kin kleines deutsches Madchen. Milky Wilsky Your name is as hard to pronounce as you are tall. Forty-three Irene Wilson Jolly as the day is long. Grace Winch A paradox—a Japanese doll-baby with a double-plus brain. Esther Wold I know not why I love this youth And 1 have heard you say. Loves' reason's without reason. Arnold Wyman “O I'm the wonderfullest boy.' K atherine Yerxa With study and giggles. In A Room she wiggles. Forty-four Class gf January Arthur Anderson “How happy would I be with either Were t’other dear charmer away. But when you thus tease me together To neither a word will I say.” Blanche Adkinson My lady sweet, arise! Arise—arise! Ijokkn Arnold Good-morrow to thy sable beak And glossy plumage black and sleek. Roland Charles William Blesslky “No stealth of time hath thinned thy flowing hair. Frieda Carls On the stage she was natural, simple, nf-fecting. Twas only that when she was off she was acting. Forty-fit JrusoN Colburn Night after night he sat And bleared his eyes with books.' Carl Cope “Nose, nose. nose. nose. And what gave you that jolly red nose? Arthur Cullen Those eyes, whose light seemed rather given To be ador'd than to adore.” •J. Ernest Dahlquist You are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing In the 'versal world but what you can turn hand to. Sarspikij) Danaher I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Forty-six Luella Donaohte “Her greatest delight—Ackie! Pearl Eng ex If Pearl glows, does Col-burn? Reuben Ekqlund “The soul of this man is his clothes. Marion Ferguson “Sweet and slow, sweet and slow. Girl of the dreamy eyes. Grace Gavin One night when Grace went out canoeing, With someone else I think. The bottom of the boat turned up And left them in the drink. Forty-sewn 0 Sigurd Gisvold “Father’s hope and mother's joy.' Jessie Gosselyn “The Nut-Brown maid. .Mark Hamilton “O 'tis excellent to have a giant's strength! Elenok IIkdiserg For the meek shall inherit the earth.” Paul Jaroscak “He was a scholar and a ripe good one too Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading” Forty-tight IIarold Kafth A little curly-headed good-for-nothing.” Emmert TjILLIGRKN “Blushed like the waves of Hell.' Margaret Lyon For her to see another's wit. She needs must have an awful hit. James McConville Jamie's hair is curly. Jamie's hair is long. If Jamie got a hair-cut. We would not think it wrong. William Madsen Yonder William hath a lean and hungry look He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Forty-nine Nancy Maxwell Pretty, petite, Exceedingly sweet. Donald Mereen Great souls suffer in silence. Everett Miller Comb down his hair: look, look it stands upright!” Hazel Moffatt i have room in my heart for every boy.” Kenneth Morrow Wanted—a sister. Fifty Roy Olson “A virtuous and well-governed youth. Ozite Paradis We may well envy Ozite: she lives in per petual heaven. IIazkn Perry He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, Anna Rabal The path from her desk to the dictionary was trodden and worn. Rergitta Roth nkm Her presence, her actions are ever quiet, modest, and humble, an alarming thing in a senior. Fifty-one (J IN HILO ROTHXKM “Remote, unfriendly, melancholy, slow. Grace Russ Some touch of nature’s genial glow. Sii,as Rutherford His cheeks so rare a red was on No apple makes comparison. Roland Schmid O keep me innocent, make others great. Oloa Severin' The deepest truths are read between the lines. Fifty-two Marion Simpson So sweet the blush of bashfulness E'en pity scarce could wish it less.' Vf.rnon Smith Bold, brave, bad man, tearfully smart.” Sylvester Striegl His voice no touch of harmony admits. Irregularly deep and shrill by fits. Grace Sullivan “A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Marion Townslby Oh, sweet placidity. Do you ever get mad, Marion? Fifty-three .Jennie Cooper Jennie is a little bird. Of course its name you've never heard. Around her all the boys are stiekin’ They seem to like this brand of ------. MaHEL Tl’RNQUIST See the January 1914 Spectator.” Austin Weedei.l Ef I was choosin uv a man, Tuh be a first-rat booster. By hec, I'd choose a fellah Like this little bantam rooster. Anna White And her senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep, she dreams of better worlds. Harry Van Every A little louder, please! Fifty-four 31n jftcmortam GEORGE A. MOORE ✓gfVut from the clouds of eternity there floated a pure soul to bmell in tliis earth for a little hay. anh aim in it has passed heliinh the cloud. .And as it passed its felloms, journeying to the same Ijauen, tlie stoeet influences of tliat modest life fell on all about it. and ho yet stay behind, calling forth in all that knern liini the noble uirtues of his otnn soul. (The soul of this gentle man mas like a flomer—not the rich, uoluptuousflomers that flaunt their beauty before tlje gay morlh, hut some mohe5t flomer mbirh tones to hmeil in the quiet mooh. far from the haunts of men, breaking fragrance to all around, Ifjis soul exhaled its smeetest perfume iu the quiet seclusion of his home. jHr. Jttoore mas one of those people mhose rahient influence falls upon the hearts of men, and calls forth the rich fruits of the spirit, purity anh nobility, gentleness anh courage, honor anh truth. Ill bite soul, ranging among the eternal stars, me salute you. (6ood-bye, until me meet again. Fifty-five The Mirror Song (As sung by the Senior girls.) Puffs and powders, patches and curls, We are the beautiful Senior girls. 'Wound the mirror we gather each morn, (Sin of sins, of vanity born), Big and little, short and tall. The shiny mirror attracts us all. We meet before it every day And this is what we always sav: “Say girls, look at my hair! Now you stop! That isn't fair. I've only been here a minute or two and I’m going to stay until I'm through. Say girls! Look at my nose! It’s as red as any rose. If this were any other place I ’ 1 put some powder on my face. Say girls! Heard about that awful test! Gee, I’m tired! I need a rest. Guess I’ll have to stay away; 1 feel so very weak today. Say girls! The skating last night sure was swell! He oh there goes that rotten bell! (As they enter the room) Say girls! Ackie’s got a brand new suit! Snakes alive! Isn’t he cute!’’ Nothing is better than a well-learned lesson; A half-learned lesson is better than nothing. Therefore, a half-learned lesson is better than one well-learned.—A Senior’s motto. A Picture of the “U” as the Seniors Get It (Apologies to Kipling) I When the last term's lessons are over and the books are tattered and torn. When the wisest Senior has faded and the teachers are quite forlorn, We’ll be glad, and, faith you can’t blame us—we’ll rest for a short month or two, 'Till the end of the summer vacation shall call us to “grinding” anew. II And those that were “sharks” shall be happy; they shall sit in a college chair; They shall write in a stiff bound note-book with but little precision or care; They shall find real “profs” to teach them—young ones, and old ones, and all: They shall work for an age at a sitting and never must grumble at all. III And none of the teachers shall praise them, and none but the teachers shall blame; And no one shall get any “doubles.” and no one shall get any fame- But each for the sake of promotion, and each in his work to he star Shall pass the “exams” when lie gets them for the rules of the school as the.v arc- Ella Smitka. Fifty-six Fifty-seven The Origin of the Engagement Ring T was long, long, years ago, on the southern coast of the Fiji Islands, that a Fiji man and a Fiji maid were walking together by the seashore. —■ And the Fiji man loved the Fiji maid and, quite suddenly, as they strolled along, he clasped her in his arms and said very earnestly, “Wall oogle galump, hooeol”, which translated, means, “Darling of my heart and light of my existence, be mine!’’ The maiden smiled and said, “Sum noo,” which means, “This is so sudden.” And this speech shows that maidens are alike the world over, whether civilized or uncivilized. That was the beginning. And the two continued their stroll along the beach until they came to a grassy place. There they sat and rested and conversed in the liquid, musical tongue of the Fiji Isle, the speech full of bird notes and silvery sounds. They planned the home they would build and nearly quarreled about the size of the doorway. And while they talked, the Fiji man idly picked up a lovely white pebble from the ground at his feet, and tossed it lightly from one hand to the other. It glowed and sparkled. Presently he reached for a piece of long, willowy grass that grew near and twined the pebble into it firmly, and with the end of the grass he made a small circle and fastened the grass firmly together until the circle held the pebble at one side. Then he held it up, and laughing, said, “See what I have made. Is it not a wondrous thing of great beauty?” The maiden took it in her hand and played with it a while, and then tried to slip it on each of her fingers in turn. Strange to say, it fitted only one,—the third finger of her left hand. “What do you call this wondrous thing of great beauty?” she asked. “That,” said the man, “we will call tin ‘gajament girn.’ and you must wear it to show we are to be married.” So the Fiji maid wore the ring. All her girl friends were exceedingly Curious and enthusiastic over the wondrous thing of great beauty, and they all vowed that they, too, would have engagement rings when they had loves. Even the missionary on the island was interested and wrote letters home about it. The idea of rings spread, and became quite the fashion, after all the Paris fashion books came out with pictures of engagement rings. Finally the whole world took up the fad, and the engagement ring became a custom. Nowadays the circlets are made of gold and they are admired and cherished by all who wear them, but perhaps no one thinks and few really know of the Fiji man, who made, and the little Fiji maid, who wore, the first engagement ring. Eleanor Sewai.l. Mr. Aekerson in Virgil:—“Here I stand with ears erect.” Fifty-eight To Our Loved Ones AND in those days, the Lord let loose upon the students numberless pests. And the Lord repented and removed all save one, that scourge known as teachers. For in the beginning it was written: “Fifty students shall fall before one of them and a thousand shall not escape. Ye shall neither flee from them by day nor by night. “Behold, they shall be upon thy right hand and upon thy left, nor shall any mercy be shown thee in the classroom.” And it was so. As Shakespeare valiantly declares: “Even death hath no terrors for the teacher-burdened soul. .Milton also grandly maintains: “O death, where is thy sting! Thou puttest us beyond the reach of teachers.” “To shirk or not to shirk, that is the question: Whether 'tis wiser in the school to suffer The minuses and zeros of outrageous teachers, Or to take arms against the host of tyrants And by cramming, foil them.” “Friends, students and fellow-sufferers, lend me your ears! I come to bury teachers, not to praise them.” For, as Paul says, “There is not one good one among them; no, not one.” Franklin says so truthfully, “We must hang them all together.” In conclusion, let me remind you that we were all born free from teachers and equal to any. Therefore I cry with Burns: “From teachers give us liberty, or give us death!” _________________ Edward Essi.kr. FVs Father:—“I don’t think you treated your company very well last night.” “Why? I thought I treated him unusually well.” D’s Father:—“Well, you didn’t ask him to breakfast.” Little scraps of paper, Little grains of sand. Make the blisters larger On the sweeper’s hand. Mr. Spohn:—“What type of men do L’Allegro and II Penscroso remind you of?” Lit. Student:—“Happy Hooligan and Gloomy Ous.” Edith Pope, when asked about Paul Rhame:—“He’s not too slow nor too fast either.” Katherine Yerxa:—“Just right—huh. Edith?” (Applause by spectators). Fifly-ninr A50NGUITHOUTOOB05 hi---------------- ‘ Lit” Lesson for Ambitious Seniors “Drink to me only with thine eves, And I will drink with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not ask for wine.” Answer Briefly: 1. How would it he possible for her to leave a kiss within the cup? (a) How could she get into the cup to leave the kiss? (b) How could sin? make sure the kiss would stay in the cup? 3. Is it not evidently their intent to disregard the ordinance in regard to using the same drinking cup? G. What would happen should she leave more than one kiss? Would you call it womanly generosity or dangerous intemperance? 7. Picture to yourself the girl in the case, drinking to him with her eyes. (a) Would not this experiment endanger her eyesight? 8. Do you think the poet intended she should drink with both eyes at the same time or one at a time? 10. Does his saying, “Drink to me only with thine eyes,” prohibit her drinking to him with her nose, eyebrows, ears, etc.? Sixty An Unexpected Outburst It happened on the street car in the manner set forth below: IIE Electric Station was crowded with passengers waiting for the Lake Hound ears. Two women, more conspicuous than their fellow- travellers because of the contrast in their personal appearance, sat together, each holding a large market basket on her lap. One was a large woman, well rounded out, and with the placid, friendly, half-humorous expression of a good-natured spaniel. The other woman was thin and nervous, and kept easting suspicious glances about her in quite a feline way. They did not seem to know each other, for neither spoke; but both kept inspecting their baskets in a protective, one might even say, in an affectionate manner. When the car drew into the station there was the usual rush for seats. In the jam, the two basket-laden women were crowded far to the rear, and were at last obliged to share the only seat left unoceupied. This did not seem to please them. The nervous woman, especially, seemed to become quite unaccountably agitated, and kept craning her neck in obvious search for another seat. There was also a trace of uneasiness in the brown, spaniel-like eyes of the woman beside her. At the traffic policeman’s motion the car had stopped and stood waiting for the signal to proceed, when suddenly, the most unaccountable sounds were heard coming from the baskets. “Grurr—rurr—rurr! Mow-wow!” ‘ ‘ Pllist -siss-siss-grurr! ’ ’ The two baskets literally exploded. Two simultaneous screams from the basket owners followed, then general pandemonium throughout the car. A bushv-tailed cat of Persian extraction clawed its way over the heads of tin frantic passengers, closely followed by a little, brown cat-hating spaniel. An old maid, with unusual presence of mind, put up her umbrella; an old gentleman's silk hat went rolling down the aisle; two babies screamed with fright. Then occurred the strangest thing of all. The frantic cat had climbed up the side of the car to the signal rope and there it clung. Its weight caused the bell to ring and the motorman opened the gate. The spaniel, losing the scent, decided that the cat must have escaped through tin gates, and dashed out. A twinkling of feet could be seen up the avenue in hot pursuit of the rapidly disappearing dog, while in one corner of the car the cat’s mistress lay in a dead swoon. Thoughts on Domestic Science Miss Rich:—(In Freshman English class). “Charles, how was Hyacynthus killed!” Charles F.:—“Apollo was playing with Hyacynthus when he threw a biscuit at him and killed him.” Sixty-three Emma Timbkki.akk. W. F. WEBSTER Sixty-Jour TT An angel stood bn the man of life. (To enern cliilh of earth lie Ijeld forth a precious gift of responsibility, S'onie, noting its meight of incon-nenience, lightly rejected the offer mith a scornful laugh. Others, not all careless of the angel, still passed him bn, striping to conceal a blush of shame for their faltering decision. (Then others, trusting the angel, recrined the gift, and mith ion ment for-ttiard in the procession of life. §oon it mas seen that those mho carried no gift fell behind: mhile those mlio receiocd the heauiest burdens passed on. instead of being a meight to liinder, the gift held a mystery; for from it flomcd a secret strength to him mho carried it. On hint others leaned; to Itim then repaired for help. And mhen then reached the high mountain, mhieb mas tlie journey's end, only tliose mere there mho had home tlie burdens. iTlien they knem that the gift mas precious, and the angel mas good mho offered to men responsibility. W. F. WEBSTER. Sixty-five The Works of Man Into the silver of the summer sea, Sinks down the golden emblem of the day. No more the grinding toil, the busy sway, But whispering winds and shadows are set free Wrapping in slumber, all humanity. Only the twinkling stars through heavens gray, Have we to guide us on our weary way, While night birds swooping down eall lustily. Just like the golden radiance that is cast By that great emblem of the brighter clime, Are those things that we do while life shall last. Just like the golden sun at even’ time, So sinks the work of man into the past, So slowly and so sadly, yet sublime. Melba Roberts. Mother Often I look upon that dear white hair, So changed from what in youth it used to be, And know ’tis white because of my great care— Yet, 0 how dear that mother is to me! On mornings early rises that sweet saint, And toils all day to make our house a home, And at her loving work she ne’er grows faint. Her sons and daughters seldom wish to roam. On Sunday morning off to church she goes, And on her knees she all due worship gives, And to her children good example shows. For by her help, ’tis many a soul that lives. Long may that soft tire light and warm our hearth, And her sweet days be many upon earth. Cyril Kane. Sixty-six CAN I MAKE IT? diAmimwiT' 14- The Rising Generation TIIEKE «re Juniors and Juniors! From the time of their organization in 191J to the memorable day in January, 1914 when they became seniors, the 1914 class showed an unusual spirit of good fellowship. As first term Juniors they were fortunate in having for officers George Cris-toferson, Jessica Potter, John Hodge, and Raymond Bros. Their first social affair was the memorable “Haul-times” party. Then when the weather turned warmer and “the green grass was growing all around,” they betook themselves to the river-lmnk, and indulged in a roast. With the trifling exception that the refreshments ran short, the affair was a great success. John Hodge provided amusement for tin crowd by bis sensational aquatic feats. The officers for the second term were George Hardistv, Helen Kelsey, Fern Sewall, and Carl Seibert. Two perfectly lovely parties were given and unique but unusually beautiful class pins were purchased. At the beginning of 1914 the class vacated its position to the class of 1915, wishing them the success and harmony which had been theirs. The 1915 officers were Jack Tillotson. Frances Ackley, Margaret Iverson and Frank Kinney. Student:—(To servant at door). “Miss Brown?” Servant:—“She’s engaged.” Student:—“I know. I’m what she’s engaged to.” Lost yesterday near East Highway gate an umbrella by an aged man with a bone handle and a broken rib. Foolish Question No. 9,001,667 Pupil:—“Where can I get that book?” Miss K.:—(Assuming a chilly stare). “Why down town in the meat market of course.” We suggest that Mr. Ackerson call his pupils by their own names instead of addressing them by “Next.” “Variety is the spice of life.” Miss Jeter:—“Who in the class knows what an epithet is?” Raeburn Powell:—“Something you put on a tombstone.” Dost see those boys go limping by? Do all the lame attend East High? Ah no—the swatter stamleth nigh. Foe Dahlquist smote them hip and thigh. A Modern History Scholar:—“Sav, don’t you feel sorry for those people who lived while the ‘Diet of Worms' was in vogue? Sixty-eight Sixty-nine Miss Stringham, leaching the chorus how to sing the Soldier’s Chorus from Faust:—“Now—Who is afraid of the foe?” The Sopranos, altogether:—“Me—!” Poim I can’t get my Caesar 1 think he’s a teaser And I wish the old geezer Had died in the freezer. A uthoress.—Nancy Maxwell. Mr. Towne to a timid girl:—“Stand up on your feet, get enthusiastic, open your mouth and throw yourself into it.” Teacher.—“What is the meaning of ‘mosaic’?” Pupil (English II.):—“Old, like Moses.” There are lads and lassies of to-day. Who never neglect to play, to play. There’s a party here, and a party there; Now who is going, and what to wear? They have all the month, a jolly time. But their record bears a little red line. O. that little red line is eloquent, Of how that jolly month was spent. Pony I'p old nag and do your best, For to-morrow comes a Virgil test. Contributed by Ernest Dahlquist. First Chum:—“Did you notice that peculiar odor in the hall yesterday, first period ?” Second Chum:—“1 guess it was the dead language emanating from A Room.” Seventy Why? Wherefore? and Result? “Why must 1 learn my Latin, Pat What will it do for me? I’d ruther learn of Edison And things what arc to be. “1 have no need to ascertain What angles arc called right. I want to know about the plan For Roosevelt’s next fight. “L do not care what Caesar did In Gaul so far away. 1 want to know what Wilson said On Politics, to-day. “And why, oh Pa, do teachers teach The English tongue to us? I’d learn it better at the show And without half the fuss. “And so I think I’ll quit the school I know so very much That even tho a Freshman. I can Say two words in Dutch.” Raeburn Powkix. Why pun at the Freshman? He’s not in disgrace, The first rung of the ladder is not out of place. All other fresh things have a value we fix. By pure food legislation, since June, IMG. Before you croak. Senior, a confident frog, You’ve been a tad-pole in some weedy hog; So, Senior, remember; 'tis law to begin A freshman in school, before shedding your skin. Kstiikr Lynch. A Glimpse of the Ocean THE great waves came pounding upon the shore like the tramp of soldiers. The spray flew in broad white sheets. The regular beat and break upon the beach was like a thousand cannon discharging at once. The parallel lines of the sweeping billows looked like an oncoming army. Out in the surf a liner wallowed heavily. The huge waves washed and rolled it front one side to the other. Her bow hung suspended in midair for a moment, then lunged heavily downward as if some mighty hand sought to drag it to the bottom of the sea. Mii.ton Anderson. Boom Principal:—(Writing out pupil’s registration card). “Birthplace?” Freshman:—“A little green house on Fifth Street. S. E.” Serrnly-tU’O Ye Rules for ye Freshmene of ye este hie Scool HERE FOLWETII YE OBJECT OP YE RULES. By a custuino sins ye Honorbul Washington pased over ye Delawair rifFer in ye year 58 B. C., ye Seniors of ye Este Hie Scool lae these fohving Rules befour ye Freshmene whom must obey to evry extent of ye Law. “YE RULES.” Entrans Reeuirmcnte. ]. A He Freshmene must entro by ye frunt (lore, (no creeping aloude.) YE AKSHUNS BEFOUR YE SCOOL BEGINS. 1. If ye Hevens be spiling, ye must lef ye bookes onto oder ye Bookes mae hecume drie. 2. Ye Freshmene shal neither tawk oder maken wispring in ye Halle of ye Scool as it mite mak angree ye A Room teeeher. 3. Ye must always stand onto of ye Way wen a Senior cumes ye way. 4. By ye Daos wen ye Bookes-Roome be opened ye must be oute of ye Way til ve Upcrcl ssmene bie ye Bookes. 5. Wen a Membre of ye Foot Balle Teem pase ye way ye Freshmene must make a swete curtsey. 6. Wen ye Foot-Balle eheks be for sail for ye Foot-Balle gams ye must bie for ye self one and ye must go by ye game oder ye be expeld from ye Este Hie Scool. BEHAVIER FOR YE FRESHMENE IN AUD1TORRUM. 1. Ye Freshmene must be set in ye gallerie. 2. Ye Freshmene must mak all ye noise quiet lie. 3. If ye ocashun be ye Masse Meeting for ye Foot-Balle ye must mak known ye hav noise in ye seifs. 4. If ye Senior bie accedentc cume by ye gallerie, ye Freshmene must give ye Senior ye Stool. AKSIU'NS FOR YE FRESHMENE IN YE LUNCH ROOM. 1. Ye Freshmene shal and must alwaes eat in ye Lunch-Room. 2. Ye Freshmene must alwaes use a bib for ye Mannerlossness. 3. Ye Freshmene must eat by ye beginers Table. 4. Ye Freshmene must nefer eat ye Soop withe a Forke. 5. Eat ye ice cream last, ye Freshmene. 6. Ye Freshmene must nefer spil ye drinke by ye Clothes oder ye Dye by ye Clothes mit injur ye drinke. 7. Ye Freshmene must nefer tawk whil eating, ye mite jshok. 8. Eat, drinke. and Be mary: ye wurst is yet too cume. Sexrnty-Jour YE WHEREABOUTS OF YE FRESHMENE DURING VACANT PEREODS. 1. Ye must nefer he any wher hut one during ye Vacant pereods and mae that he plesently spent alone with your Friends Oder elswher. 2. Wen ye Freshmene beeuroe Seneors (if ye dae eumes) ye must nefer stae in ye Roome bye ye Vacant pereods oder ye mite bothre Ye Gentleman Sir Ackerson and ye result mite menc his nervusness. AKSHUXS BETWEEN PEREODS FOR YE FRESHMENE. 1. Ye Freshmene must hury from a class to a class and lingre not or bothre not ye conversashun of ye Seneors. 2. If ye Alumnus he by ye Halle telle them not that ye he a Freshmene. He wil no it, before. PARTIE AKSHUXS FOR YE FRESHMENE. 1. Ye must tak alwaes a Freshmene ladee to ye class Partee and return her home by ye Curfew. 2. If on ye Way Home ye meet a Nobul Seneor on ye Car ye quiklee giv ye Stool to ye Seneor oder lef ye Car. YE RECOURDE BY YE CARDES. 1. Ye cardes are of smale intrest to ye but grat intrest to ye Four-fathers; he ye awair of both. 2. Ye Rede lines he Danjurus. 3. Ye Freshmene must nefer plas ye Fourfathers naim by ye Cardes oder Trubul eumes. 4. Ye Freshmene must not use ane duble-pluses, hey he for ye Seneors onlei. SENIOR ADVIS. Ye Freshmene now must goode he, And loial to ve Scool; Ye Stude hard and devotelv, And he ye nun a Fool. Ye Foolixheness must then he droped, And stoped must he ye Fun; And if ye hard haf studed then, Ye’ll brite he as ye Suue. Folow now ye Seneor Rules And nefer brak a one. And when ye get into our elasse, Ye goalc will near he wone. And wen ye Graduating time he neer, And ye he all thru, then Remember of ye Seneor Rules Laed down for ye Freshmene. Alio ye Rules for Freshmene of ye Este Hie Scool must he strickly obead or Ye offendre shal reeeeve five and twentc thrashings with the C’ardnal Board. By Ye Order of Ye Seneor Class. Seventy-five Charles Rowley. The Value of Reading Good Poetry' WHAT is the value of reading good poetry? We hear much about the value of reading good hooks, but few, indeed, are the comments made on what Shelley has rightly termed, “the record of the best and happiest moments of the best and happiest minds.” i...... the reasons for this lack of interest is the popular belief that the love of poetry belongs to the cultured few. Except for a few poems, the majority of our poetical writings need but natural feeling and common experience to be appreciated. All good poetry has three charms: it creates images; it appeals to the car; and it awakens the emotions. An illustration of the first of these may be found in the following lines from Longfellow: ‘‘Silently, one by one, In the infinite meadows of heaven. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels ” As we repeat the words, we have created before ns the endless expanse of the heavens, and as we gaze and marvel at the. wonder of it all. bright lights appear, first one and then another. These, the poet explains, are not ordinary stars, hut tokens of the angels’ loving care. Of the second charm, the appeal to the ear, we could find no better illustration than the opening lines and tin following verse of Tennyson’s “Bugle : “The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story. The scene suggested is viewed from the top of some high peak just as the sun is setting. Long quivering beams of light are shot across moldering walls, and the white mountain tops, seen in the distance, are bathed in golden light. Suddenly there comes the note of a bugle which echoes and re-echoes in the purple glens until the faint sound resembles that of the musical instruments of fairies. The last charm, the awakening of the emotions, is by far the most common. Here poets have a chance to express strength and tire. In poetry of this kind, when once the emotions are awakened and a picture formed, the vision does not readily leave the reader’s mind. Again, in emotional poetry, figures of speech abound, and because of the poet’s sensitiveness to that which is rare and beautiful, the common forms of life are clothed in exquisite language. It is only thru good poetry that we obtain true insight into the poet's inner nature and like him, grow into a finer and better understanding of all things about us. Holmes has expressed in a few lines, at the close of file “Chambered Xautilis, the inspiration we may derive from the reading of good poetry. Build thee more stately mansions. O my soul. As the swift seasons roll”! These charms of poetry, these wonderful thoughts—the best that the human mind can conceive—are open to all who will receive them. Poetry broadens, charms, entertains. Why. then, should we leave this gift of the immortal mind “unwept, unhonored, and unsung?” Ella Smitka. Sevrnlysix Pf rrry RCCORbS or CdOTHIGH 13 13 Party Records 1913-1914 Kind:............................................................Spectator Date:................................................October 11. 1913 Place:................................................East High Annex Chaperones: - - Mr. and Mrs. Batchelder. Miss McDill, and Mr. Meinzer Remarks: An illustrious occasion! Miss McDill can certainly chew the string. Kind:.................................................1914 class party Date:................................The twenty-fourth day of October, 1913 Place:.................................- - East High Sewing Rooms Chaperones:.........................................Mr. and Mrs. Curran Remarks: 'Twas the time of the year when witches abound But only one witch at East High was found. And this one in accents both dreadful and drear The prospects of all delighted to seer. Kind:.........................................The party of the 1914 4 class Date:....................................Friday evening, November 7, 1913 Place:................................- Third floor of the annex Chaperones:..................................... Mr. Cook and Miss Haves Remarks: Mr. Webster (so let it be recorded in the annals of history) declared this the best party ever given at East. Kind: .... A thrilling affair given by the 1913 4 Seniors Date:........................................November the fourteenth, 1913 Place:...........................................East High School annex Chaperones:.............................Miss Hayes and Mr. and Mrs. Cook Remarks: There are parties and parties, but this was a party. Kind:..........................................The first 1915 class party Date:...............................................November 21, 1913 Place:...............................Ditto the place of the other festivities Chaperones:............................Messrs. Meinzer, ('ook, and Webster Remarks: (overheard) “We have a swell bunch in our class.” Kind: - A joint masquerade and hard time party of the two senior classes Date: - The evening before the Christmas holidays. December 19. 1913 Place: - -.................................Same as above “ditto. Chaperones: Mr. and Mrs. Spohn and the Misses Ehvell, Donaldson and Jeter Remarks: The costumes were too funny for words. The party was a howling success. Some eats! Kind: Wcihuaehtsfest Date:..................................................Dezembcr 19, 1913 Place:........................................................Erstc Etage Chnperones:............................................Fraulein Shillock Remarks: Kin schones Eest. Setfnly-fif ht Kind: - A social gathering of the members of the 1914Vfc class (Ahem!) Date: ... ...... January 23, 1914 Place:..............................................-No doubt you know Chaperones: Mr. and Mrs. Cook, and the Misses Haves, Dana and Cockburn Remarks: (Also overheard) “Did you go?-’ “Sure!” “Did you have fun!” “You bet!” Kind:.........................- An informal dance given by 1915 class Date: ... The thirtieth day of the first month of the year 1914 Plaee: ..... . The “ball-room” at East High Chaperones: - - - Mr. and Mrs. Batehclder, Mr. and Mrs. Slifer, the Misses Hayes, Her, and Lotze Remarks: Hickory, dickory, dock! The lights were out at eleven o’clock! Kind:.......................The first party of the 1914 class In 1914 Date: - ........ March the sixth, 1914 Place: ... Take your choice of the “places” of the other parties Chaperones:........................The Misses Shillock, Cole and Jeter Remarks: It was a glorious gathering. The approach of spring and St. Patrick’s day was heralded by green gelatine, cakes and candies. Of course, this verdant hue would have been more fitting for a Freshman party. Nevertheless the Seniors soon disposed of the insinuating refreshments. The Army Coat of Blue THE feeble old man in the faded army coat sat dreaming in the sun. lie sat there with eyes half shut, pulling reminiscently at his venerable pipe, and enshrouding himself in an atmosphere as blue as the foggiest Indian summer day. There he sat, day after day, noon after noon, sun after sun, before the door of the little white cottage. This old man sat and dreamed without seeing the trees, or the shadows they cast, or hearing the springtime song of the birds, or smelling the fragrance of the violets in the bed at his side. He looked far, far into the past, and lived over again the vivid days when his gray hair was black, and his trembling hand steady, and his beard short and well kept. He smoothed it now with a hand that was white and slim, smoothed it down carefully and thoughtfully across the faded front of the old blue army coat. He remembered when this same old coat was new. The edges of the sleeves were not frayed and torn then; the dingy braid was bright as newly minted coin; the buttons, and he fumbled at one with his trembly hand, caught the rays of the sun and gleamed and glittered and shone. His shoes, they were not shoes like these gray and withered things, no, they were high black cavalry boots whose shine was only matched bv that of his but- Setenty-nine tons above. The spurs on the heels of them clanked and jangled; they struck together musically as he walked. Mis stride was long and his figure straight as the whip that slashed at his side; and his horse—all that was a horse to be proud of. There was not his equal in all the army; as black as the depths of the deepest well, as swift as the fleetest fawn, a coat as soft as a kitten’s paw, and eyes that shone with intelligence. Yes, that was a horse worth while. Many had been the mornings that the young officer had stood at attention before his general, the pawing, restless horse beside him; had stood there in his coat of blue with its golden braid and stars: had stood under the fluttering Hag, his stars and stripes, with his slouch hat in his hand, and with a heart swelling with devotion and love for his country, and with a courage that never failed, and a purpose that never faltered, had undertaken some new mission for the good of his country. Out across the field of battle, on behind a leader no less brave than he, followed by never-flinching comrades, lie rode his snorting horse into the thick of the fray. His gleaming sword swung high above his head. The bullets whizzed as they slashed the smoky air. On he went with his head held high, and his heart full of the noble desire to do; still on at the head of the column, his hat gone, his hair blown awry, his coat smudged with powder, but his voice sounding clear and strong above the tumult; on and on, with his comrades looking to him for guidance, leading them on across the fields strewn with the spoils of the battle, guns, swords, flags, cannon, horses and men; on over them all, cheering with all his might, urging on his frightened horse, smelling the smoke and the blood, leading his comrades and his country to victory. He swings his gleaming sword above his head, his shout of victory is loud as he grasps the enemy's flag and holds it aloft, while the cheers of his comrades shatter the smoky air. The bugle sounds—and lo—a miracle is performed. The smoke of battle clears away. I!« is no longer on the battlefield; he is no longer young and straight, his sturdy horse is no longer at his side, his sword no longer in his hand. The flush of battle dies from his wrinkled cheek, the light of victory from his eyes. He is no longer a hero, no, nothing but an old, obi man, bent and feeble, sitting in the noonday sun. with his worn-out body and his youthful memories, wrapped in a frayed and faded army coat of blue. Flokknce Quinn. Eighty The Return « i spring uiossumcu aim nirus tn (inx .img colors mini men iicsis. .u me foot of the hill, a creek flowed merrily over the bright pebbles, and among the tall grasses, lived frogs and snakes with which he could scare any girl. Father and Grandma were very kind and loving but nothing could cure the loneliness of his heart suffered since the loss of his mother. That morning as he walked through the woodsy pasture to school, his mind was filled with his trouble; and at noon, too lonely to play with the other hoys, he slipped away into the woods to eat his lunch and think. Suddenly a daring thought made his heart stand still. He fancied that perhaps if he could only go back to his old home, where he had spent those happy years with his mother, he might find some comfort for his loneliness. She might not seem so far away, lie would go. In his little bank there was money enough. The next morning was one of those bright sunny days of May. He awakened early, dressed, and slipped in to give a good-bye kiss to his little 8i8ter, curled up in her crib. She did not seem to miss Mother, but perhaps that was only because she was a girl. He went gravely down stairs, took his lunch and hade his grandmother and father good-bye. Father looked white lie was not the jolly, rollicking father he used to be. Starting out bravely, supposedly to school, he took the street ear and went to the railroad station, which he remembered from former visits to his grandmother’s. Assuming his most manly and dignified air. lie bought his ticket and went resolutely down the steps, waiting patiently for his train. At last the great engine came puffing in; and outwardly very confident, but inwardly quaking, he climbed into one of the coaches. He dropped into the seat close to the window and soon he heard the erv, “Tickets, please!” When the conductor came to him he smiled broadly and said: “Coin’ vist’n, sonnyV “•Just home,” replied the hoy. They were soon out of the city into the rolling country fields, but his eyes were blind to the beauties of that May morning. After the train had whizzed along for three or four hours, familiar sights greeted his eves. Old farmer Pond’s apple orchard was all a-hloom and he smiled as lie heard the distant hark of the watch dog. The lake looked very nearly ready for a first swim, and in the near distance he saw the church steeple. In a few moments he jumped off the lower step of the coach at the old familiar station and hurried up the main street. Over the crest of a rising hill the old home lay before him: hut somehow it did not seem to smile a welcome as in the old days, and the uncurtained windows seemed like great unwinking eyes, lb-had not quite realized that it would he empty. The kitchen door was ajar Eighty-one and he pushed it open, but a breath of cold, damp air hlew in his fact . Up the stairs he ran to his own little room, but it was empty, the pretty furniture gone, and only the marks of pictures on the walls. He hurried down and opened the door of the desolate room with its big. red-brick tire-place. Here was where he had told her good-bye. He could remember her so white—like a lovely marble statue with the long folds of her white gown drawn down about her and violets in her hand—just peacefully sleeping. Her forehead had been so cold when he kissed her good-bye. Sobs shook him and his heart seemed bursting as he threw himself face downward on the cold hearthstone with its charred logs. The happy hours spent about the fire-place came to him—the blazing logs—the wonderful pictures they all had seen in the fire—mother holding Kuth and he in father’s lap while he listened to the stories of King Arthur. Then that awful night, when in his dreams he heard quiet steps and anxious voices; and the gray morning when his father had waked him and told him that mother had gone and left them alone. Why!— How lonely father must be, too! for father and mother had been such good chums. They had laughed and talked and read together long after he had gone to bed. Strange he had not thought of that, but just of his own loneliness. Why—father needed him and he must try to be the comforter. This great thought swept through him and thrilled his heart—just as if mother had breathed in his ear. Then his tired eyes closed. He was awakened by loving arms about him, and at first it seemed like mother. Then he recognized Aunt Marion, his mother’s sister, who lived near. Some one had seen him and told her of his coming. She took him home and made much of him but he could scarcely wait for the afternoon train to take him to his father. When after endless hours the train drew into the great shed, he was surprised to see his father waiting, for he had not heard Aunt Marion telephoning him. His father came straight to him with no look of reproach in his face—only a look of understanding. He did not kiss him but grasped his hand in a strong clasp and said, “Well, old man, home again!” and the hoy stood back and said. “Yes, dad, and it’s—it’s all right.” Caroline Hklmick. Old Car line SHK was certainly ugly; short and stout, round shouldered, ungraceful; having immense feet and hands, a flat head set on a short, thick neck: and her hair—well, she hadn’t much, but what she had was black, combed straight back from her face as tightly as possible, and twisted in the tightest of little, round knots in the back; on the top of her head glistened a smooth, pink bald spot as large as a dollar. She wore low shoes, with crooked, run down heels, and shabby toes. Her dress was always the same, a gray calico made in the style of twenty years ago. On her head she wore an old fashioned slat sunbonnet of the same kind of gray calico. I can see her now—her wrinkled, ill-visaged face, peering out of the depths of that slat sunbonnet. I can see a short, unbeautiful nose, bridged bv a pair of “specs”; a large mouth appears below the nose—an ugly, twisted mouth with thick lips and a perpetual snarl; peering over the “specs,” never, by any chance looking through them, were her eyes, strange, wild, black eves; angry, glaring, Eighty-two sinister eyes; eyes that made one fear her; eyes that reflected hatred and distrust. Her home was an old building set well hack from the road. It was a large house, hut there was never a sign of life about it, for it was all closed except one back room, where old Car'line lived her lonely life. The yard was large, too, but it was not beautiful, for it was overgrown with weeds and sandburs. It had one redeeming feature; in the front yard, rather near the house, were three monsterous lilac bushes, that reached higher than the roof of the old porch of the house. In the spring time these bushes were loaded with beautiful, fragrant blossoms. Now old Car’line was not poor; she owned her home, two or three fine farms, and a good bank account, yet she lived worse than the poorest beggars in the town. Stinginess, ignorance, and distrust of others—these were her chief characteristics. Her lilac bushes were watched with untiring zeal lest some one should carry away a blossom, and especially was she suspicious of children. Though very much afraid of the old woman, yet through love of flowers, or through the spirit of adventure, we children used to run into the yard and “cop” a lilac, and then run back to the road. I shall never forget the time I tried it. We were coming home from school, and were passing old Car'line’s house, when 1 decided to pick a flower. The others waited for me on the road, and I rushed boldly into the yard. I reached the bush, I picked the lila — when suddenly old Car’line appeared before me. There she stood, not three feet from me, her slat sunbonnet thrown back, showing off that shiny bald spot to the best advantage, her evil, old face glaring at me in rage. 1 fixed my eye on that bald spot as if fascinated; I stood rooted to the spot. “You little spalpeen!” she shrieked. “You thieving little spalpeen! I’ll have the law on yez, 1 will. I know yez, I know who ye be. I’ll have the law on yez.” I finally came to my senses, and ran for all I was worth, and safe to say, 1 never tried to get any of her lilacs again. The next day old Car’line came to see my father, who was a justice of the peace, and insisted on “having the law on me. “I sez, s’l” she began in her high, shrill voice. “I sez, s’l, I’ll have the law on yez, and I’ll hev it too, the thieving, little spalpeen.” I don’t remember how the matter was finally arranged, but 1 know she came every day for a long time, and shouted out “Sez IV and “STs” in her shrill voice and demanded a warrant for mv arrest. She was very suspicious and distrustful, was Car’line. She did not even trust her brother—her only kinsman. I can hear her shriek at him yet. when lie passed her house. “Bill.” she would cry, “don’t you (last come in here. Ye’r after my money, but yu’h won’t git it. don’t you dast try, either. I sez the last time ye wins here, s’l, ef yuh come here agin. I’ll pop yez, and I will. I keep my gun with me, and I’ll pop yez. I ain't skeered to. But Bill never stopped. It was a long time ago that I knew old Car’line, but 1 shall never forget her. For all her meanness. I can only pity her now. 1’nloved. uncared for she lives, and unmoumed, unregretted she will die. She will have none of their sympathy or good will, so the good people of the town can but shake their heads and say, “Poor old Car’line. Pearl Bigler. Eighty-three EAST MIC',II FACULTY East High Faculty Family' A former East High teacher once said reminiscently “The teachers at East High are just like one big family.” Very well, then: Father ............... Mother ............... Literary Brother...... Literary Sister....... Witty Brother......... Joke Brother.......... Joke Brother (?)...... Witty Sister.......... Suffragette Sister..... Sport Sister.......... “Dude” Brother........ “Kid” Sister.......... Demure Sister......... “Stage-struck” Sister.. Poet Brother.......... Family “Good-boy”... Pretty Sister......... Strict Sister.......... “Globe-trotting” Sister Domestic Sister........ Economical Sister...... Beloved Sister......... Dignified Sister....... Norse Sister........... “Infant terrible”...... Athletic Sister....... Learned Sister........ Scientific Sister..... “Little” Sister........ Athletic Brother....... Bucolic Brother....... “X Y Z” Sister......... Pious Sister........... Popular Sister......... “Sassiety” Sister...... Great Aunt............. “Baby Doll”............ Artistic Sister........ Second Artistic Sister.. Accurate Sister........ ......W. F. Webster........ ......Jane Jeter........... ......August L. Spohu...... ......Alta Stanton........ ......David IT. Holbrook... ......Louis G. Cook........ ......Judson R. Townc_____ ......Genevieve McDill..... .....Bridget T. Hayes..... ......Elizabeth Rich....... ......C. H. Shaffer........ ......Adelaide M. Ber...... ......Harriet Sawyer....... .....Hazel C. Lotzc........ ......Edgar G. Meinzer..... ......Willard H. Ackerson.. ......Mary Ruth McIntyre. .....Lina N. Gjems......... ......Trula II. Moorman... ...... nna F. Shillock..... .....Editha Dann.......... .....Katherina Strohmeir. .....Lydia Lagerstrom.... .....Petra A. Hagen....... .....Eleanor M. Donaldson ......Mary G. Morten son... ......Harriet M. Hawes.... ......Julia B. Clifford... ......Marion Prest......... .....Harry E. Batchelder.. ......Hugh A. Curran....... .....Edna Cockbtirn....... .....Ruth F. Cole.......... ____.M. Maud Case......... .....Elizabeth Docken.... ......Ellura Bennett....... ......Anna D. Dahl........ .....Julia Grace Whitten.. .....Florence Parlin....... .....Bertha McMillan....... ...........(Principal) .............(English) ..........(Literature) .............(English) .... (Civics-Economics) ...........(Chemistry) .............(Physics) •............(English) ............(English .............(English) ............(English) ............(English) .............(English) ............(English) ............(English) ..............(Latin) ..............(Latin) ..............(Latin) ..............(French' ..............(German) ..............(German) ..............(German' ----(Swedish-Algehra) .......(Xorse-German) .............(History) ............(History) .............(History) ..............(Botany) ..............(Botany) ... (Chemistry-Physics) .........(Mathematics) .............(Algebra) .........(Mathematics) .........(Mathematics) .........(Mathematics) ........(Mathematics) ...(English Grammar' ............(Drawing) ............(Drawing) (Mechanical Drawing) F.ithtyfive “Cook-Book” Sister.........Mary B. McNie...................(Domestic Science) “Modiste” Sister............Georgia B. Elwell.........(Domestic Art) Domestic Brother...........Arthur C. Slifcr.....(Physical Geography) Benedict Brother...........Raymond H. Gray... (Commercial Geography) “Scribble” Brother.........Lester Tjosscm...............(Penmanship) Business Brother...........Eugene 1). Pennell.... (Stenog.-Bookkeeping) Business Sister............Mary H. Dana................(Stenography) Family “Handy Man”.........Floyd W. Ray......................(Manual Training) “Nervous” Brother..........William Robertson.................(Manual Training) The Ghost Storyr WE were sitting before the camp fire, the venerable Auraean Indian and I, just within the circle of ruddy light that battled to keep the dark shadows of the night from engulfing us. The fire lit up his kindly, wrinkled old face, revealing his usually impassive expression changed to a peculiar half-musing, half-grim smile. From this, I knew that Paseual had some strange tale to tell me of his wild adventurous youth, so I broke the silence to get him to open up to me the doors of the past. “Paseual,” 1 said, “what memories are troubling you tonight?” “Ah, my boy,” he replied in his peculiar accent, “it is very, very dark and the wind is moaning among the rocks as it did many years ago, when I stood yonder near the big bog—but 1 will tell you the story. “When I was a young man long, long ago. the chief of our trihe had a very beautiful daughter, named Lolita. All the young braves loved her, and did many daring deeds only to gain an approving look from her flashing eyes. However, she scorned us all, and one by one we retired from the race for her hand. “There came one day from the big cities far away, a tall, handsome Spaniard to trade with us. lie, like all others who had set eyes on her, fell in love with her. He wooed her, won her, and despite her father’s wishes, married her. They lived happily together for nearly a year in a little tepee across the river from where we are sitting. After a year, the wild life began to tire the Spaniard, and he longed to return to the great cities from whence he had come. One day when Lolita was away, the Spaniard disappeared leaving Lolita in great despair. “When her father heard of the desertion he went across the river to bring her back to her old home. But all he found were her footprints leading to the bog, and none returning. “For a whole year nothing was heard nor seen of the Spaniard, but one night, happening to pass near here on the anniversary of Lolita's disappearance, I saw a sight that still makes me shudder. The ghastly moon was shining brightly on the bog. and the wind, just like tonight, was moaning among Eighty-six the rocks, and the great forest, like a tremendous shadow, encircled the little village in the midst of which lay the hog. On the road that leads to the great cities I saw the tall form of the Spaniard emerge from the forest and advance hesitatingly toward the hog. Half way to it he stopped, and the moon that shone on his white face showed me, even at a distance, the fear stamped on it. Then to my great horror, the bog appeared to creep and crawl, slowly advancing toward him. The Spaniard stood as if petrified, unable to move and save himself from this creeping death. Fascinated, 1 watched with staring eyes the weird spectacle, which now seems to me only a fantastic dream. “As the bog crept nearer to the Spaniard, engulfing all in its way, there arose from somewhere in its slimy depths, an awful figure dripping with mud, and as the hog approached him, I could hear the Thing saying, ‘Manuel, ManuelS' in a strange wail. At last the mud covered his ankles, his knees, his waist, until with a terrifying shriek, for the first time he attempted to free himself from the engulfing slime. Hut the hideous thing that had risen from the hog was already upon him. It threw its arms around his neck with that awful wail, and dragged him down, down, down, until only his face could be seen. “Soon the bog lay in its old position—silent and still—not so myself, for the dawn of day found me far from that unholy spot •still trembling like an aspen leaf. “The day after this uncanny episode, an Indian of our tribe found a strange horse which was supposed to have strayed from some expedition, standing near the edge of the valley.” Here old Pascual stopped his ghostly tale and pointed with a quivering finger to a shadow partly revealed by the moon shining through the clouds. As the shadow slowly approached the edge of the hog, old Pascual in a hoarse, unnatural voice, leaning over and gripping my arm, said, “Tonight is the anniversary.” My blood ran cold and a nameless fear clutched my heart. Breathless we sat with the great shadows of night creeping toward us, for the fire was slowly dying down. Just then from out the great void came a strange cry, strange to our straining ears that expected to hear that awful wail, “Manuel, Manuel!” but sweet, yes sweeter than fairy music, for it was a cry of earth—the bleat of a goat! William Newbkry. FAghly-savn EigJs y-figk OX January 16, 1014, the class of January 1014 presented “The Toastmaster” in the school auditorium. The cast was small and showed the result of careful training under excellent leadership. Austin Wcedcl made the hit of tin- evening by appearing in the dual role of college hoy and housemaid. Frieda Carls was the leading lady and seemed perfectly at home in that part. Others in the cast were Margaret Lyon, who appeared as the mother, Roland Blessley, the absent-minded professor who never could remember what he wanted; Ernest Dahlquist, the sophomore friend; Silas Rutherford, Vernon Smith, and Sigurd Oisvold as the Freshman conspirators; Sylvester Striegl as the Toastmaster, and Stephen Miller as the little brother who was always in the way. The East High Orchestra played both before the play and between acts. Everybody had a tine time and carried away the impression that the production was a “howling success. The 1914 Class Play- ONE of the greatest successes of the year was “The Professor's Love Story,” given by the June class of 1014. There has never been a greater theatrical success in the history of East High School, not even when the renowned Harry Weisman performed in 1912. From the very start the play was favored by good fortune. The class showed great enthusiasm and about fifty people turned out for the try-outs. The play was under the direction of Miss Lotze and she certainly is deserving of great credit for so successfully training the actors. No one could have done better than did Bernice Rand and Howard Jacobson in the leading roles. The orchestra played in the pit and added a great deal to the entertainment of the evening. There was a good house and everyone went home happy and satisfied that “The Professor’s Love Story.” was one of the best plays ever given in East High School. Eighty-nine MR. GIBSON EAST High is fortunate in having for Chief Engineer a man such as Mr. Gibson. Mr. Gibson was, at one time, a locomotive engineer for the Soo road; but, being injured in a wreck, retired from that position. For fourteen years he has been at East High. There are few men in his position who could have done as much for the school as he has. In honesty, efficiency, courtesy and kindness. Mr. Gibson has for years, set an example, worthy of emidation by every one in the school. We want Mr. Gibson to know that the students and faculty of East High school appreciate the work he is doing for them, and wish him continued joy, success and long life at East High. Ninety The Alpha Omega Debating Society CAREY ROIIERTSON GRAFF GOKTZMANS TUPA CLEVELAND HOWARD LONG ALIIERG DAHLQL'IST KSSLKR IIODEL JERNSTROM KAMPFF KLEHN The Alpha Omega Debating Society President - Earle Ilodel Vice president............................Elaine Cleveland Secretary.........................................Karl Buswell Treasurer........................................Edward Essler Sergeant-at-Arms.................................. Lngvar Graff THIS is the tenth anniversary of the Alpha Omega Debating Society. The past ten years of its existence have been years of enviable success. With the beginning of the tenth year many important changes took place. The old plan of organizing as a House of Representatives, which proved such a success two years ago, was again adopted. The rule of dropping members absent more than twice, without sufficient excuse was rigidly enforced. As a result the club is at the present time a compact body of some thirty members, who attend regularly and bring lots of enthusiasm to each meeting. East never had a more successful season in debate than this year, the debates being so well attended that the Alpha Omega took some two hundred dollars into its treasury. Owing to graduation, the society lost its popular president, Ernest Dahlquist. Earle Ilodel, the former secretary, was elected to till his place. Under his regime, an Inter-Class debate on the Public Utility question and a Declamatory Contest were held. With the money in the treasury, fobs were purchased for the debating team, a bookshelf full of debater's books was installed in the English library, and ten of the best magazines were subscribed for. In view of this splendid work, it is needless to add that the Alpha Omega is one of the most hard-working and earnest societies in the school. Debate NEVER ill the history of East High School has enthusiasm over debate risen to so high a pitch as this year. East has been exceptionally fortunate in its debaters the past season. The subject for the years debates was, the Recall of Judges. East’s negative team was composed of Elaine Cleveland, Paul J a rosea k, and Edward Essler. This trio of debaters had the signal distinction of winning unanimously from both Central and North. The debate at Central was an experiment but proved a rousing success. East had a largo crowd at the debate and backed the team in first class style. The debate with North was held at home, and an enormous crowd turned oul to support the team. The unanimous decision over North boosted East’s debate prospects fully one hundred per cent. The affirmative team was composed of Karl Buswell, Alexander Ilelmick and Ernest Dahlquist. To this team belongs the great honor of defeating West High, on their own stamping ground. Great credit is due the team, because this was the first debate in the city, to be decided in favor of the affirmative. The victory over West centered attention on the final debate. This debate was held in our own auditorium, against South. The team was Ninely-lhree Debate Team BUSWEI.L IIKLMICK CLEVELAND SPOIIN ESSLEK JAROSCAK DA1ILQU1ST flattered l).v having a record audience attend, more than seven hundred of whom were Hast High enthusiasts. In spite of their splendid arguments and delivery, the team lost. South High should feel extremely proud to have a victory over such a team to their credit. Great praise is due Mr. Spohn for the exceptional showing made by East’s debaters this year. The teams are to be commended collectively for their splendid co-operation and unusual team work. All worked hard and faithfully and deserved the splendid support given by the student body. There are several promising recruits to the ranks of debaters and East will endeavor to win the debate championship next season. T The Girls’ Club llIE Girls’ Club was a new ven ture this year. For years, no one seemed to have realized that there was not a single organization for the seven hundred girls of the school. The girls decided this was not right, so they formed an immense club to which all girls in the school are eligible. As over two hundred girls attended the m e e t i u g s an d spreads, it was a tremendous undertaking to entertain and serve so many. Although the whole aim of promoting school spirit among the girls, giving them an opportunity to become acquainted and help each other, was not reached, the gathering of large groups of girls was beneficial. The first term officers were: Lucile Lord, president; Beth Benton, vice president; Marian Andrews, secretary and Elizabeth Anderson, treasurer. Miss McDill was the advisor of the club and many of the other teachers kindly assisted the girls. The officers elected the second term were: Jeannette Walker, president; Harriet Todd, vice president; Grace Shannon, secretary and Caroline Lewis, treasurer. The success of the Girls' Club this year has not been what it might have been, but a beginning has been made and the girls have shown that they ar« not “dead.” If the girls are loyal to it next year, the club may expect great success. Caroline Lewis, Treat. Harriet Todd, Vice Pres. Crack Shannon, Secy. Jeanette Walker, Pres. The Student Council, 1913-1914 TIIE Student Council is one year old. It has learned to walk and talk, and those who have taken an interest in it, pronounce it a very “likely” youngster. During the foot-hall season, the Council organized and held mass meetings. furnished rooter captains, pushed the sale of tickets, supplied free pennants at the game, and in every way stimulated interest. This resulted in splendid attendance at the games and a substantial surplus at the end of the season, begun with a deficit. During the debate season, the Council suggested the plan of excusing those pupils from Monday English who attended the debates. This was a great “hit” and when it was backed by other old-time methods of keeping up interest and the fine work of the teams, who were largely Council members, it resulted in a phenomenal attendance and a large surplus for the debate society. The great stimulation of school interest and the fine support of these activities this year, can very largely be credited to the Student Council and for a year old youngster, this is a fine start. The next big job the Council has in view is the equipping of the Athletic Field. It is now a wilderness. The Council is going to make every effort to have it leveled and fenced and some kind of a house put on it before next Fall. Meanwhile we are trying to think of some methods of increasing interest in the Council elections and council doings, and any radical and unusual moves made by us during the coming term can be charged up to advertising I� itis 0. Cook. The Boys' Club IF you happen to be passing the V. M. C. A. building down town, some Tuesday evening about six o’clock, do not be alarmed if you hear a few ear-splitting school yells. It is only the members of the Boys’ Clubs from the five high schools letting off some of their surplus energy in order to better give attention to the speaker of the evening, who follows after the repast which made Boston famous. The boys have listened to such speakers as; Dick Grant, formerly track coach of the Cniversity; Prof. Green, of Central High: James Gray, Correspondent of the “Journal” in Washington; Dean Lyons, of the Cniversity; Dr. Crandall, Dr. Dewey, Rev. Nixon, Mr. Davis, Mr. Baker, Mr. Alexander and others. Most of these spoke on one of a series of topics dealing with citizenship. These hoys are eager to get the viewpoint of older men and take advantage of their experience in solving some of the knotty problems of life. The upbuilding of character, and the solving of problems pertaining to the moral life and standards of the school are the chief aims of the club. Their work is done quietly and their leavening influence, unknown as such, is felt in the student body. The officers of the Club are; President, Elmer Kampff; vice president, Hoy Jernstrom; secretary, Henry Kuehn, and treasurer, Eugene Sc river. Their delegate to the boys’ conference at Northflcld this year was Karl Bus-well. The club stands for all that is good in high school life and opposed to all that is bad. They welcome all Junior and Senior boys who are interested in their work and aims. A. C. Sukkk. The Technical Society President...................................Ernest F. Horuski Vice president....................................Paul Khauie Secretary.......................................Walter Purple Treasurer ------- Bernard Rorem Sergeant-at-Arms - - John Leversee, Robert Sardeson THERE an in East High many young men who are taking a preparatory course for the Engineering Department at the University. There are also many who do not intend to use the University as a means of becoming engineers, but intend to enter practical work at once. These two groups of young men are constantly seeking knowledge pertaining to their future profession. In order to help them obtain this knowledge, the Technical Society was formed four years ago. The meetings of the society occur every other Friday. At these meetings lectures and speeches on various scientific matters and new inventions, are given, in an efficient and practical manner. Mr. Towne and Mr. Cook have given many interesting lectures before the society. Some of the subjects treated in these lectures have been: Mr. Edison's new Exide storage battery, The X-Ray, and the Worm drive. The record of the society is very good. Three years ago it was awarded the grand prize at the Electrical Exposition in Minneapolis for the demonstrations given. Many individual prizes were also won by the members of the society. The president of the society is doing everything possible to make the society an organization of live interest to the members. Every boy in the school who is interested in mechanics is invited to become a member of the society. The Orchestra HE East High School orchestra is an accomplished fact. It is so well established that we take it as a matter of course. It has grown up from small beginnings, and is now a very substantial and successful organization. Fortunately it has a greater variety of instruments than any other school orchestra in the city. It has a good foundation of sixteen violins, one viola, a cello, and two double-basses. It has the usual brasses, and a flute and clarinet. This year it has also added a set of kettle-drums. It is no wonder that it has been able to attack heavier compositions than in any other year of its life. Another reason for better work this year is found in the more frequent rehearsals. It is of the greatest advantage to a group of players to work together often, so that they feel that each is a part of one large musical instrument. This feeling of unity is at the foundation of the freedom and joy the orchestra seems to feel while playing. This gives snap and “go” to their work, and pleasure to the school. May the number of players continue to increase. THIS year a girls’ glee club was organized under the leadership of Miss Stringham. The club appeared in public twice, once at Auditorium and once before the Ilodson Society. The club meets two periods a week in regular rehearsal, three periods a week being required for outside practice. The club is divided into quartets for practice, and everything sung by the girls is memorized. The members of the club arc as follows: 1st Soprano, Elizabeth Anderson. Clara Christoferson, Julia Locke, Mildred Hogen. LaVanchc Ludwig, Viola Graff. Helen Kilmer; 2nd Soprano. Vivienne Cunningham, Carolyn Lewis, Rose Pecor, Josephine Olson, Jeanette Kirch-ner; 1st Alto. Irma Seibert, Evelyn Enehes, Marguerite Katansik, Norma Daggendorf, Hazel Cartwright, Edith Morton; 2nd Alto, Bernice Lockwood, Laura Quigley, Iona Protean, Ida Hamilton, May Jacobson. The Girls’ Glee Club ORCHESTRA East High Orchestra First Violins— Winfred Sands Karl Axdrist. Howard Ykrk. Clinton Loiielin. Mkrril Howard. Elmer Axdkrsox. Eari. Lund. Maynard Hastky. Harold Law. ErLAXD T! IOKSTEIXS )X. Gladys Kylk. Second Mol ins— Joseph Magikrd. John W. Cary. Wesley Anderscil Blanche Martin. Chester Ukkstrom. George Padoxy. It ass— Jean Sardesox. Harry Brittain. First Cornet— Clegg Maxwell. St roud Cornet— Everhard Bullis. John Leversee. Clarinet— Alaxo Pierce. Trombone— Gardner Reynolds. Flute— Doiolas Anderson. Cello— Robert Sardesox. Viola— Herbert Eiavkll. Drams— Ernest Johnson. Elxo Loomis. One hundred one Selecting a Glee Club EAST High School lias always been singularly fortunate in having a good supply of voices out of which to develop the hoys’ glee club, and, of late the material has improved to a marked degree. Of the fifty odd voices tested in the “tryouts” for this year’s club, none was harsh or disagreeable. In fact, so evenly matched were the various contestants that it was quite immaterial in many cases which of several were given places on the club. This is undoubtedly due to the musical training offered in the grades and especially to the required chorus work in the high school, under the direction of Miss Stringham. While it may be true that the chorus work makes serious inroads on the pupil’s study time, it is equally certain that some very definite and substantial work is being done in chorus. A “tryout” consists of voice tests for “power,” “quality,” “compass,” “ear” and “ability to read.” Each budding young vocalist is given “do” and told to sing as high and as low as lie can until the instructors have located his proper part and estimated his relative excellencies and defects. (Quartets are then arranged to test the ability to read simple music at sight, and with nothing hut the “key” to start with, each struggling four is left to worry through the “piece” without let or hindrance. Lucky the four that reach the last note simultaneously! Next day the bulletin hoard announces the sixteen or twenty elected. It is a common belief of music teachers that much vocal talent is never discovered. Some of the greatest vocal artists in the musical world have been found in the most unexpected places. Why should any boy ever hesitate to “try” for the glee club? Boys, it won’t cost you anything to have your chance in September when next term’s club is selected. If you like to sing, come out. You may be a Caruso or a Scotti! jj j]oum(M K BOYS’ GLEE CLUB GIRLS’ GLEB CLUB The Hodson Literary Society TUB Hodson Literary Society was organized last term. It takes its name from William Hodson, an East High Alumnus who won honor on the platform for East in former years. A constitution, framed by the constitutional committee has been adopted, and the society already seems on the road to success. Membership is allotcd only to Freshmen and Sophomores. The society already has thirty members, but this membership is expected to increase after the society has become better advertised. The purposes of the society are to raise the standard of debate in East High by getting more lower classmen interested in debate and giving them an early chance for practice in this subject, and to promote acquaintance and friendship between the Freshman and .Sophomore classes. The society is indebted to many enthusiastic Freshmen and Sophomores and especially to Mr. Meinzer, Miss Docken, and several other teachers, for its organization. The officers for the past year were Leonard Keyes, president; Zola Madsen, vice president; Hazel Simpson, secretary; Winchel Stacy, treasurer, and Clegg Maxwell, sergeant at arms. The Spectator THIS year the East High Spectator has been better than ever before. Under the leadership of Jessica Potter in the first term and Vernon Mikkelson tin second term the magazine has given tin heartiest support to athletics, debate, social life and all other school activities. Its spirit has been optimistic and constructive. It has aimed to unify the school and to make the students better acquainted with each other. The Spectator has encouraged literary effort. It has welcomed poetry, stories, discussions and contributions of every sort. As a result, some excellent literary talent has been brought to light. Although our school magazine has been a decided success this year, there is still a great need for further co-operation on the part of the student body. Spectator Staff, 1913-1914 (First Term) Standing (left to right)—Beth Benton. Mr. Meinzer. Florence Quinn. Karl Buswell, Frances Ackley. Seated (left to right)—Clara Lyman. George Christoferson, Jessica Potter. Warren Foote. Spectator Staff, 1913-1914 (Second Term) Standing (left to right)—Alfred Crary. Glen Ladd. Walter Schmid. LaVanche Ludwig. Seated (left to right) Bertha Pelk. Hose Pecor, Vernon Mikkelson, Earl Swain. Helen Strand. Alma Mater Hail our High School. Hast High School! Fair home of joy and light, E. II. S., our Alma Mater, School supreme with honor bright! Here as comrades we labor; Knowledge yields her richest stores; Joys of friendship, learning's pleasures, We have found within thy doors. Youthful visions here we fashion To guide in coining years; Strength and faith in thee we gather To dispel our doubts and fears. Tis thy purpose to teach us Where the richest treasures are; “Onward, upward ’ is thy counsel, “Amplius,” our guiding star. Hound thy colors we gather In the strength of love and pride; Thy honor we shall cherish With our own held side by side. Filled with fair hope and promise May thy future over be; Let the chorus ring forever: “Dear East High School, Hail to Thee!” One hundred Jive ( Autographs IN presenting this hook to a waiting world the Cardinal Board wishes first, to express its earnest and heartfelt sympathy for the brave ones in the school who were foolhardy enough to subscribe, and upon whom as a penalty, the following pages are about to he inflicted; and secondly to extend its most sincere thanks to Miss Whitten of the Art Department, to Miss McDill, NTiss Jeter, and Mr. Spohn of the English Department, and to Mr. Webster for invaluable assistance rendered in perpetrating this masterpiece. For various reasons, not far removed from the preservation of life and limb, the Board has decided to migrate to a distant isle for some months after the publication of this “triumph of literature and art.” Cood-bye everybody! 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