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  OREW ORD In sending out these pages among the students of the Isaac C. Elston High School we wish to offer no apology for their imperfections. We, more than anyone else, realize that it is not a literary masterpiece, nor an artistic wonder, nor an uproar of mirth. But we stoutly maintain that it is a true representation of “you”; in its pages you can see your school life, your school loyalty, and your school ideals,—all reflected. Our purpose in setting forth this child of our fancy has been two-fold. In the first place, it is our desire to compile a volume which will, at the present, afford you amusement as you scan its pages, studying its pictures of yourself and your friends, or smiling at a quip, or enjoying a short stoi'y. But the prevailing purpose, the idea dominating the months of our arduous labor in the compilation of this book, has been to gather those pictures, stories, jokes and jingles which will reproduce the atmos- phere of these years, when the school building is the center of your social and intellectual life. And so, when the years have sped, and you are no longer a blithe maiden or a carefree youth, when your eyes have lost their brightness, and your cheek its pristine freshness, and you are left alone with your thoughts, you will open this volume, well-worn with frequent handling, and, as your trembling fingers turn the familiar pages, your eyes will brighten at the sight of former chums; and as you muse over the scenes of your happy school life, your memory, now fast failing, will be revived, and you will once more live through those days of sacred memories, of life-long impressions, and of enduring friendships. If, by our humble labors, we shall have accomplished this, our efforts, our trials, and our endeavors shall not have been in vain, and we shall be satisfied. —E. D. L.DritiraJimt an Alirr ICnntltarb Hail BJlntse sttprrinr intrUrrl, utlutsr rnnarkabl biltgrur . attb utluisr uutrbs itf I'nrmtraufuu'ut. nf nptiinism auit nf rhrrr. haur bmt a snurrr nf tnspiratinn attb guibanr ...to us... Ufa, tlir (flass nf in apprrrtatinn nf hrr lalturs tu mtr hrltalf, gratefully britiratr tliis unlurnrI Temple of knowledge, standing high, Upon your pedestal the earth, It is our turn to pass you by. And let the world proclaim our worth. II Our short-lived struggle now is past. And many victories have we won! The distant goal we’ve reached at last, But hold,—our life-work’s just begun! Ill The years we spent within your walls, Are assets of the purest gold Whose worth time tests, when o’er us falls, The joy or sorrow life may hold. IV Oracle of wisdom, guide our way Thru the changing tides of life, And watch that we may not go astray, In the wide world’s endless strife. 6 —Stanley C. Cush.L. V. Keeler Superintendent of Public Schools of Michigan City Much could be said about Mr. Keeler's ability as an executive; one might mention his orderly system, and his effective work in bringing our schools to their high standard of efficiency. But it is not this which so much impresses the student who is acquainted with our superintendent. It is his calm serenity, no matter what the occasion, his courtesy and kindness to those beneath him, his generous interest in all matters, which pertain to the schools, or to their students. —E. D. L.M. C. Murray Principal of High School His keynote’s personality Developed to a high degree; He’s always calm, he’s always kind, He never fault with you does find; He’s courteous, he’s amiable, He’s never very changeable. He’s often strict, but always just, When he’s the boss, obey you must! He’s full of fun—a prince of men; Here's to him now, our MCM!s A. J. Parsons, A. B. —History— Mr. Parsons is a teacher In our great and glorious school. “Common Sense” is his great hobby; “Learn your maps" is his great rule. He knows every date in History Ever since we all were fish: That he’ll teach the Freshmen something. Is the Seniors’ ardent wish. Helen Southgate, B. Sc. —Science— Miss Southgate lives in other worlds, Among the clouds and stars: Her soul is wrapped in rose leaves. And her mind is lost in Mars. That's why when calling on us kids. Her eyes go twinkle, twinkle. And why she roams around the woods, Like Old Man Rip Van Winkle. Alice Vail, A. B. —Latin— Miss Vail has a habit of working. And of making others work, too; She's noted for the length of her lessons. And her note-books must not be o’erdue. But she’s Jolly, and kind, and good-natured. She's the life of a crowd any place; We respect her learning and knowledge And we love her bright, cheer-• ful face. R. C. McClellen, B. Sc. —Science— The while he showed us acids, valves, and springs. V e stood around him in admiring rings; “And still we gazed, and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all he knew”. 10C. W. Craig —Commercial— There once was a teacher called Craig, Whose eighth periods we feared like a plague; ’Cause he was so bright, We must have things just right. For this excellent teacher called Craig. Hedwig Schumann, Ph.B. —Modern Languages— She is calm, and still she’s jolly. She hath boundless patience, too: "Haben Sie Ihr Deutch Gelesen?” She will gently say to you. 11 C. R. Wilson, A. M. —Mathematics— He’s a peach of a good teacher. Patient, thoughtful, just and kind; A better sport, and better locking. One could never, never find. Elba Fickel, A. B. —English— Miss Fickel is most charming. And as stunning as can be. And can even teach some English To such bones as you and me She gestures wildly with her hands. And tells us we're "inane”: She’s noted for her pretty clothes. Her good-nature, and her brain. Edna Schilling. A. B. —Mathematics, German— Miss Shilling's very self-possessed And very pretty, too: She's lively, and most girlish. And she's always nice to you. Pearl Blair, A. B. —English— There once was a teacher Miss Blair. Who always did strive to be fair. Her order was fine: In all work she did shine— This capable teacher. Miss Blair. 12 Ruth Mathews, A. B. —Latin— She la small and very boyish. With eyes that read your mind. And she’s very, very jolly; She is keen, but also kind. Irene Peterson, A. B. —English— In school she Is calm and determined. But as good a sport as e’er seen, "Are you sure that you all understand It?" Is the cry of our Titian-haired queen.Annie Thompson —Domestic Arts— There is an air of Ivory Soap Whenever she's around. That she's a splendid manager I'm sure we all have found. Lloyd D. Herrold —Commercial— Mr. Herrold's very popular. Especially with the girls; But he's not a bit conceited. Tho' "comps" ut him are hurled. He’s an awfully good mixer. He's a good sport too. you bet! “You thimply muth thtop thith ragging" Is an expression that's his pet. 1 1 13 Florentine Krueger —Ass’t, Domestic Arts— Miss Krueger's always very nice To every one she knows; She's quite domestically inclined; She dances and she sews! J. E. Smith —Ass’t, ManuabT raining— Mr. Smith is very quiet. Although he is lots of fun; He’s well liked by all the boys. And in fact—by everyone. Frances Pearson, A. B. —Physical Education— Gracefulness in all her dancing Is Miss Pearson's middle name. And to make us all as dainty Seems to be her worthy aim. She rolls her R’s so softly That her speech we love to "heah”; She’s a very charming person.— As she’d say. "Just deah!" Edna Whipple, B. M. —Music— Miss Whipple’s very musical And knows most everything About the great composers And men who play and sing. She is a splendid teacher; Plays the piano well; She’s capable and pleasant; None can her skill excel. 14 Margaret C. Pollock —Art— She is very, very gentle: She coesn't fuss or scold; And of her painting. I am sure, You don’t need to be told. Florence Staiger —Music— She is tall and very stunning. With ready wit and fun: She’s so sweet and so well-mannered. That she’s liked by everyone.Florence Haller —Ass’t, Domestic Arts— She’s as dainty as a dew drop And she giggles all the day; With her dancing and her playing. She has a charming way. E. H. Ward —Ass’t, Manual Training— Lucky are the High School boys Who may his friendship claim-He’s young and so good looking— Mr.—well, you know his name. 15 Lydia Dittman —Ass’t, Domestic Arts— She is very sweet and dainty. Cleanliness is her watchword; She is capable and clever. And her voice is seldom heard. B. B. Cooley —Manual Training— Here's a man whose picture we could not take. For he feared the photographer's camera he’d break! And when the time came for his face to be caught Mr. Cooley in haste a hiding placo sought. But we snapped him one day when quite unaware: 'Tis a good joke, we think—and we hope he won’t care!THE ELSTONIAN Published by the Class of 1916 of the Isaac C. Elston High School of Michigan City, Indiana —=VOLUME II - - - --= Editor-in-Chief, E. DAVID LILIENTHAL Business Manager, J. VERNON CLAYPOOL Artist, EDWARD DANKERT SENIORS Edith Young—Editor Norman Reiher—Ass’t Editor FACULTY Doris Gard—Editor LITERARY Aline Bartholomew—Editor Alice Hill—Ass’t Editor ATHLETICS Leo Rosenak—Editor JOKES Mary Flora Fogarty—Editor Grace Kerrigan—Ass’t Editor SOCIETY Esther Rommel—Editor Margaret Dunlap—Ass’t Editor MUSIC AND DRAMATICS Doris Levenberg—Editor SNAP-SHOTS Warren Rogers JUNIOR REPRESENTATIVES SOPHOMORE REPRESENTATIVE FRESHMAN REPRESENTATIVE Maurice Birk Allen Gilmore Benson Newman Willard Gielow 16THE GUILTY ONES Seated on floor, left to right—Edith Young, Seniors; Esther Rommel, Society; Mary Flora Fogarty, Jokes; Grace Kerrigan, Ass’t Jokes; Doris Card, Faculty. Standing—Warren Rogers, Snaps; Leo Rosenak, Athletics. Seated at table—Alice Hill, Ass’t Literary; Vernon Claypool, Business Manager; David Lilienthal, Editor-in-Chief; Norman Reiher, Ass’t Seniors; Doris Levenberg, Dramatics and Music; Margaret Dunlap, Ass’t Society. 17Edward Dankert’17—An Appreciation mm mam If there be any exceptional merit in this production, any feature which sets it off from the ordinary high school annual, it is the art work. The difference between the illustrations in this book and those in the majority of secondary school publications is the difference between Forbes-Robertson and a third-rate actor playing Hamlet; they both say the same words, do practically the same things, but from one we get inspiration, from the other, the mere story; from one, a realization of the emotions and passions of Hamlet’s heart; from the other, only the printed words vocalized. And so it is with the illustrations herein reproduced. From Edward Dankert’s art work we get an anticipation of what is to follow; an atmosphere is created which aids materially in the enjoyment and appreciation of the department. His products have the snap, the humor or the artistic element in just those proportions which proclaim a triumph of the pen. And so the reader, as he views these illustrations, cartoons and sketches, can realize how grateful we are to Edward for the conscientious task he has performed. For every drawing in this edition, as in the one of last year, is from his prolific pen, and though he is not a member of the graduating class, yet he has worked with a vim and enthusiasm that is most gratifying. Had every one of us the generous school loyalty that is Edward’s, our institution would lx? unsurpassed in the state. That he may enjoy the success he deserves when he takes up the profession of art, is the hearty wish of the Class of 1916. 18A PROTEST Although it is an error in practically every kind of composition to introduce a subject with an apologetic explanation, yet circumstances may cause this to be permissible and even advisable. Were the writer of this editorial a man of years and experience, he would have no qualms about criticising and reproving young men. But for a boy to criticise boys may, at first, appear presumptive. The writer, however, considers everything said as applicable to himself as to any other young man; and being himself a young man, he is able to give firsthand information which an older person could not obtain. The young men of America are slipping—drifting. So vastly different are they from their strict ancestors of New England, or their simple forefathers of Pennsylvania, or their rugged pioneer grand-parents of the Middle West! The average American youth is becoming lax—lax in his morals, his conduct, his speech, his habits of work and play. His whole life is merely a following of the line of least resistance. He is an adept in the “modem art of making a fool of himself’, but for the most part, he lacks the backbone that it takes to squarely face himself and determine to stop a pernicious habit, or change an attitude of mind, to say nothing at all about a real battle, which combines control of himself and of others. To exhaustively cover all the ground which comes under a vast subject of this nature, would require a huge volume. But it is our object only to mention a few of the matters in which the American young man fails to do what his better sense tells him, and to show in what respects he is falling back. Let us start on minor matters, matters which are apparently of such small consequence that they command very little attention. For instance, there is the matter of courtesy. The old spirit of chivalry seems to have died out in the majority of American boys and is replaced by an uncommendable attitude of “do others before they do you”. We have seen so much discourtesy. especially about the school building, that we have come to accept it almost as a matter of course. We see it in the class-rooms in the impolite practice of speaking while another is reciting; we have noticed it in the young fellows who hang about the entrances before school in the morning and at noon, and use profane language, even though girls are passing in. In the entertainments given in our own auditorium, we have observed rampant discourtesy. We always find those who will persist in whispering, or in putting on their coats and hats just before the curtain falls, thereby destroying the effect of an impressive scene. The cause of these short-comings is usually thoughtlessness. It seems that, under the modern conditions, this is a problem for the school to handle, altho it rightfully belongs to the home. Leaving the category of smaller evils, of which a lack of courtesy is representative, we come to those greater evils to which many young men are drifting. Of course, as we leave the “little foxes” and proceed to actual sins, the discussion applies to fewer young men; and yet we wager an older person who prides himself on his knowledge of youth, or who thinks that he intimately knows certain young men, would be astounded to learn to how many boys of his acquaintance these following words apply: The inability of the American youth to face the ridicule of the crowd is leadiny him into more corrupt practices and sins than any other outside influence or combination of influences. “But how can this lead to anything worse than a loss of independence of thought?” you may ask. Out of seventy-three cases of boys, under twenty-one years of age, who smoked tobacco, from observations made during the last four years in four different types of cities, so far as the character of the population is concerned, sixty-two admitted, and in some cases, maintained that their reason for using it was not that they enjoyed it. but that they were "as game as the next one”, or that "the bunch all smoked, and they kidded me about it. so I began, too”. That a fellow who smokes respects one who does not is shown by the fact that most of the seventy-three advised the investigator not to begin. “I wish I never had”, they said. Our next statements will probably be the most surprising and would not be disclosed, true as they are, were it not that they may bo the means by which many people may have their eyes opened to some conditions which exist, not among working boys, but among students in high schools, surrounded by the most uplifting environments and by a cultured class, which should tend to strengthen their characters. In our own high school of about one hundred fifty boys (and the condition is typical to a more or less degree in the 20three other cities observed), from statistics which include only first-hand, or very reliable second-hand evidence, there are thirteen young men, all from good families and respected by their fellow students, who are habitual drinkers of intoxicating liquors, and what is worse, who frequent saloons. This is not a condition peculiar to Michigan City only; it is a common condition, but one usually unknown because older people are not in a position to obtain this information. These are merely examples of what is going on among our boys. The natural query is “Why does this condition exist?” By the careful use of statistics and a cautious analysis of information, gained by much questioning and independent investigation, we positively believe it goes back to our original contention—these boys cannot face the accusation by their companions that they are “not game ’ that they are “mama babies”, “mollycoddles”, and the like. The whole situation comes about in this manner. One young man becomes acquainted, or usually has been acquainted from boyhood, with a group of boys, who, because of environment and inclination are, in common parlance, termed “fast”. With the mistaken notion that smoking, gambling, and drinking are manly qualities, they fall into these habits and are proud of the fact that they are called “tough”. They are not to be condemned entirely, for they have not been trained dif- frequcntly. But the high school boy, who has been taught the correct conception of manhood, and who, because of the taunts of this sort of “gang”, becomes like them, should be severely blamed. He, in turn, “shows off” his new accomplishments to his school friends, and by his ridicule, leads others into evil habits. And the remedy? There is no teacher in the world who can do more than tell his students in what manhood consists. He can also give advice; but on matters of this sort, a boy considers his affairs purely personal and dislikes to divulge them. However, he wants his chums’ respect and is willing to do anything to gain it. The only being on earth who can make a boy into a real man, one worthy of the name, is the boy himself. This is the solution of the problem. It is our sincere hope that these lines may cause some young man to think upon this subject; and. if he has the stuff in him, let him talk the matter over with himself, and. unless he has a “yellow streak”, let him break away from what he doesn’t want and do as his own better sense tells him. “When the fight begins within himself, A man’s worth something!” E. DAVID LILIENTHAL, Editor-in-Chief. We have been assisted by innumerable friends in the production of this book, and to all of these kind co-workers we extend our gratitude; and especially do we wish to thank Edward Dankert, our artist: our board of critics, Mr. M. C. Murray and the Misses Vail, Mathews and Fickel; Mr. L. Lilienthal for his services in painting advertisement cards, and Mr. E. Ward for work on the Sophomore Roll drawing. THE STAFF. 21Isadore Levine "A voice the strength of twenty men.” Class President '16 Junior Play ’14 The Melting Pot Yell Master ’14-’15 Track Team ‘14 Glee Club '14-'15- 16 Sylvia The Rosemaiden Stanley Cush “He never worked hut moments odd, Yet many a bluff wrought he!” Junior Play Senior Play B. A. A. Secretary ’15-’16 B. O. A. Midsummer Night’s Dream Sylvia Gertrude Nast “Let her own works praise her.” Class Secretary and Treasurer Grant Mack “I will smile a smile, and the sjnile I smile, the world will smile hark at me” Senior Play Senior Play Committee B. A. A. Class Day Committee Leo Rosenak “Hang sorrow—care will kill a cat, and therefore —let’8 be merry!” Editor of Athletics Senior Play ’1C Senior Play '15 Track Team ’14—Capt. ’15 Orchestra ‘14-’15 B. O. A. B. A. A. Glee Club ’14-15 Ottilia Telschow “Modest, unpretentious one, merry tho’, and full of fun.” General Manager G. A. A. ’16 Senior Basketball TeamNorman Reiher “Who soys in music what others say in prose.” Senior Piny Ass’t Senior Editor Vice-President D.A. A. 15-16 Orchestra '15-'16 Glee Club 'ln-16 Roman Wedding Midsummer Night's Dream Florence Smith “E’en tho’ vanquished, she could argue still ” Glee Club 15- 16 May Festival Sylvia Wreck of the Hesperus Alice Hill “Her speech and gesture, form and face. Showed she teas come of gentle race” Ass't Editor Literary Department Lana Peal “Her path is lighted by a smile.” May Festival Midsummer Night's Dream Anna Fendt “Women of few words are best” Cavici Societas Grace Spencer “The mildest manners with the bravest mind.” Secretary G. A. A. ’14 Hikers' Club May Festival Darce FestivalDoris Gard “Saucy, natty, a rut petite. Intelligent, and mighty sweet” Faculty Editor Junior Play Senior Play Orchestra ,14-'15-’16 Senior Basket Ball Team Midsummer Night's Dream May Festival Dance Festival Robert Buck “When I think, I needs must speak” Senior Play Chairman Class Day Committee Glee Club 15-'16 Roman Wedding Princess Chrysanthemum Cavici Societas Latin Play Louis Finske “His hark is worse than his bite.” Treasurer B. A. A. Senior Play S. 0. A. Vernon Clay pool "He whose inborn worth his acts commend. Of gentle soul, to human race a friend” Business Manager of Elston ian Junior Play Senior Play Captain Debating Team Vice-President B. 0. A. Glee Club T1-T5-T6 Consul. Cavlci Soeietas B. A. A. Property Manager of Senior Play Sylvia Mary Flora Fogarty Babe needs no eulogy; she speaks for herself. Joke Editor Junior Play Yell Mistress '15-T6 Senior Play Committee Class Will Arthur Keppen “A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work, and has done his best.” Senior Play Debating Team B. 0. A. Senior Play Committee Class HistoryEdith Young “A rosebud set with little wilful thorns.” Senior Editor Junior Play Senior Play Glee Club Sylvia The Koscmaldcn Princess Chrysanthemum Wreck of the Hesperus May Festival Dance Festival Elinda Miller “She is neat, she is sweet, From her bonnet to her feet.” Sylvia Princess Chrysanthemum Arthur Johnson “Everybody loves a fat man.” B. a. A. David Lilienthal ‘Always true to his word, his work, and his friends Kditor-in-Chief of the Kls-tonian Gold Medal, Oratorical Contest N. I. O. and A. L. 15 Special Mention State Fire Prevention Essay Contest Junior Play Senior Play B. O. A. Charter Member Consul, Cavlci Socletas Debating Team Business Manager, Senior Play Secretary of Finance Committee of B. A. A. '15-'16 Glee Club '15-’16 Latin Play Grace Kerrigan “Thou hast no sorrow in thy sony. No winter in thy year. ' Ass't Joke Editor Senior Play May Festival Aline Bartholomew “Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low; An excellent thing in woman." Class Vice-President Literary Editor Secretary, Cavlci Socletas Midsummer Night's Dream May Festival Dance Festival Class PoemFloyd Dougherty “The one who talks the least way be the one who thinks the most Foot Rail ’13 Basket Ball ’14 Base Ball '14 Vice-President B. A. A. 13 The Melting Pot Junior Play '14 Warren Rogers “Love for an hour is love forever Basket Ball ’15-’16 Base Ball ’15 Snap Shot Editor B. A. A. Glee Club Princess Chrysanthemum Sylvia Roman Wedding Silas Marner Ida Bloom “Twm failure into victory: don’t let your courage fade; And if you get a lemon, just make a lemonade Hikers' Club G. A. A. May Festival Glee Club '15-'16 Maude DeWitt “Knowledge is power” Cartel Societas May Festival Honorable Mention, U. of C. Latin Examination Margaret Hirsciimann “If I don't know, I'll find out” Cavici Societas May Festival Roy Johnson “What I did not well, I meant well” Roman Wedding Senior Play Cavici Societas Silas MarncrFlorence Blessing "Far from gay cities and the ivays of men ” May Festival Eleanor Kromsiiinsky Our only pair of soulful eyes. Sylvia Orchestra ’15-’16 Mollie Blum "Wise enough, but never frigid; Gay, but not too lightly free.n Cavici Societas Hikers’ Club G. A. A. May Festival Margaret Dunlap “My true love hath my heart, and I have his.” Junior Play Chairman Class Colors Committee Ass't Society Editor Esther Rommel “Oh, the light that lies in Esther’s eyes,— And lies,—and lies,—and liesr Society Editor Senior Play Junior Play Glee Club Senior Play Committee Midsummer Night's Dream Sylvia Wreck of the Hesperus The Rosemaiden Princess Chrysanthemum May Festival Dance Festival Russell Williamson “Seldom he smiles.” Second Team B. B. ’14-'15Bertram Sieb “Eat, drink, and be merry—for tomorrow we dier Senior Play The Rosemaiden College Days Glee Club ’14 Alice Debre “A dark brunette with dreamy eyes, That, make you sigh and think of days gone by.” Midsummer Nights’ Dream May Festival Elsie Short “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance ” G. A. A. Mildred Riley “Love reckons hours for months and days for years, And every little absence is an age.” Class Prophecy Ellis Powell Romantically tender, Athletically slender. Glee Club ’16 B. O. A. B. A. A. Major league Championship B. B. Team 14-’15 Eva Coonrod “Her smile is like the April sun, shining behind even the darkest cloud.” Vice-President of G. A. A. Capt of Senior B. B. Team Girls’ B. B. Team '14 Hikers’ Club May FestivalMargaret Logman “She loveth pleasure.” Cavici Societas Midsummer Night's Dream Harold Nugent "Look! he is winding up the watch of his wit; Bye and bye it will strike!” Midsummer Night's Dream Elizabeth Youngnickel "Cheerful at morn she wakes f rom sound repose. Breathes the keen air and carols as she goes.” Orchestra ’14-'15-’16 May Festival Sylvia Dance Festival Doris Levenberg “She hath a quiet sweetness.” Music and Dramatic Editor Junior Play Senior Play Glee Club '15-'16 Senior B. B. Team May Festival Chairman Class Pin Committee Roy Wiseman “The happiest he, who, far from cities strife, Drinks the pure pleasure of the rural life.” B. A. A. Catherine Weaver “She doeth little kindnesses, which most leave undone or despised.” Princess Chrysanthemum May Festival SylviaCharlotte Grieger “Give every man thine ear— But few thy voice. Hikers' Club Leola Burkart “Contentment furnishes constant joy. Cavici Societas May Festival Raymond Meese “f c meets you on the level, and parts upon the square. Base Ball ’15 Senior Play Midsummer Night’s Dream I 1 Lois Watson “Naught could mar her sweet demeanor And she always strove to please,” President G. A. A. ’lS-'ie Senior Basket Bail Team Sylvia Willard Seeger “I am one of those who does not believe in love at first sight,—but I be-Here in taking a second lookr Roman Wedding Eulalia Glasscott “Quiet and meek, But vet'y sweet.”(HASS 1 O I © One bright Tuesday morning in September, a group of boys and girls were gathered on the walk on the west side of the Isaac C. Elston High School. We were Freshmen, all of us. and as green as the surrounding landscape. A large crowd of boys much bigger than we. had gathered around the door and were laughing and talking, as we supposed, about us. How happy we were when that first week had dragged past! Hut during that time we had become almost hopelessly separated. Some were struggling with Algebra under Miss Kendrick. Knglish under Miss Mary Blair, German tinder Mr. Murray, and Botany under Miss South-gate. Mr. Parsons, too, had a chance to astound us on “cause and effect", or “the Little Green Book". When summer came, 'tis true we were glad to pack up our l ooks and leave, but were just as glad to get back in the fall; that is, some of us. This time our program was not so difficult, and. as “wise fools”, we had an opportunity to amaze the poor bewildered Freshmen with the knowledge we had gained during our year of experience. The usual pranks were practiced by the upper classmen, while we looked on safely and laughed. The jokes were not so severe, however, as formerly, for the kind-hearted Mr. Murray was trying to stop it. Nevertheless, some found a chance to give a few lessons. Up to this time, we had thot of almost nothing except our school work, but now we became interested in the school activities also. Consequently. a huge celebration in the form of a Sophomore-Freshman Party was planned and executed. No higher classmen were allowed, for it was to be a party only “for two"—classes. We played games, danced, and enjoyed ourselves thoroly, culminating the entire Jovial 3 festivities with a rare feast, served simultaneously to the revellers in groups of about twenty, situated in different parts of the building. It was so successful in getting the Sophomores and Freshmen acquainted that it has been given annually ever since. In our Junior Year, programs had died out. the same as the victories in athletics, but our interest in theatricals and their production had not waned. "The Passing of the Third Floor Back” proved conclusively that the Junior Class of 1916 was up to the standard. The play netted,—well, enough to produce one of the best Junior Receptions given for some time. Still, amidst all of this glory, we can’t help remembering Miss Watson’s assembly period, the seventh, and the "Triangle’’ consisting of “Mick”, "Grosz”, and "Pfeifer". If anybody got an eighth period, he would be sure to see at least two of the triangle there. Mick said once that he had received so many of them that he had gotten used to them and treated 4:25 P. M. as the proper time for school to let out! Athletics claimed our attention also, and some of our members made good showings at the various track meets. Basket ball, however, was attended with little success, altho the members did their best. So the time flew, and almost before we knew it, vacation had come again. During the next three months, the mature ideas which had been developing in us for the past two years became more pronounced, and. as a result, it was a deeper-minded, more thotful class of students who assembled the first Tuesday In September to begin their Senior year. But alas! the list had shrunk Immensely, there being only about half the number we had when we started. Some of the green grass must have dried up! It was now our time to do some "roasting", but to show our high-mindedness, we refrained from such undignified procedure. People usually speak of "grave and reverend” seniors. We were, to some extent, ’tis true, still we weren’t so reverend as to be averse to social activities, as our prominence in the Society division of the year book will testify. But the crowning ambition of our senior year is the Elstonian and every member is trying to get some of his work therein. Judging from the quality of the material and the originality of its plan, this year’s book bids fair to surpass the one of 1915, and, in many ways, really equals some of the best college annuals. And so our senior year is passing away. Everyone had to take the exams this year, so there were less jubilant faces during the few days previous. After the exams there were fewer scholastic activities than previously. The first two months passed away before there was anything doing, but then we made up for it by producing the "Fortune Hunter”. I don’t suppose that you will believe me if I tell you that it was the greatest play ever given in M. C. H. S.; but the publishers even went so far as to send a representative and a critic here to comment upon it. (Notice I don’t say to "brag it up”. It didn't need that!) And now our class is completing its last lap of high school activities. In our four year course, we have overcome obstacles that another class never confronted. When we were Juniors, someone broke into the building, hoisted the flag, painted the number ”16” on the wall, and did considerable damage. Naturally the blame fell upon us, but we extricated ourselves without having our class disbanded. In our Senior year, the hoodoo followed. We weren’t allowed to sell tickets on Franklin street, or put up any big signs. But with their usual perseverance and courage, the members triumphed over these disadvantages and have put out an Klstonian, too. altho at first that was thought impossible. Now that all the barriers are surmounted, and we are at the close of our school life, we can safely look into the past with the thought that ours was a banner year! —Arthur Keppen. 3In the name of all that is just and honorable, we, the Senior Class of the Michigan City High School, being of sound mind and memories, hereby publish our last will and testament. 1. —To the Michigan City High School, we bequeath the ability to get into the spirit of things and to show a greater amount of pep than formerly. 2. —We bequeath to the Juniors the right to change their class colors, as fried eggs are rather an expensive decoration just now. 3. —To Orien McConnell, we bequeath one hundred sheets of tissue paper with the advice that he write all his jokes thereon. It’s the only way people can see through them. 4. —Our class President, Isadore Levine, bequeathes his vocal organs to Donovan Mac Auliffe. 5. —We bequeath our Senior Case (Dave and Edith) to any Juniors who think they could do justice to their parts. 6. —To Julia Taylor, we leave the talkative nature of Anna Fendt. 7. —To Louis Niemer, a solid gold medal, for his loyalty 3 to M. C. H. S. (Oh, you red and white sweater!) 8. —We give a Blessing to the man who gets Florence! 9. —To the lightning-like Ward Caldwell, we bequeath a self-starter. 10. —To “Those we leave behind", we bequeath the book, “What Might Have Been!” 11. —To Eunice Pepple, we leave a “Maxim Silencer". May she use it frequently. 12. —To Sydney MacDonald, we give a patent hand raiser, and one private detective to hunt up all of his belongings. 13. —To Miss Haller—a bar of Ivory soap—it floats! 14. —To Donnelly Leeds, a license to carry on his Taxi line for the next year. 15. —To Bryan Sorge and Evalyn Moore, a bottle of “Ketchup!" 16. —To Miss Schilling and Mr. Wilson, a case of Dr. Blushington’s “Blush Remedy". 17. —Norman Reiher bequeaths to Arthur Holden his popularity with the “girls!" 18. —To Eva Houser, we leave a bottle of Le Page's Glue; “you never can tell how soon he'll leave you!” 19. —To Bill Brazzill, the captain of next year’s Basket Ball team, we leave one hearty wish—Good Luck! 20. —To Florence Hibner, three extra fingers—it’s a shame to crowd seventeen rings on ten! 21. —Stanley Cush bequeathes to Clemens Wojiechowski the privilege of dropping several letters from his name. 22. —To Edward Blinks, we give one “Blue Martin” to return with the spring. 23. —Grace Kerrigan, in the name of the Senior Class, bequeathes her well-developed conversational powers during Assembly periods, to Alberta Leist. (We think Alberta needs something like this.) 24. —I. Margaret D. Dunlap, do bequeath Warren to anyone. as he is all I have to give! 25. —Esther Rommel bequeathes her pencil box to Mr. Keeler. (We would suggest that he use it for a garage—you know he owns a Ford.) 26. We bequeath to Miss Vail a hundred-fold thanks for the kindness and interest she has manifested in our class. Would that we could do more! —Mary Flora Fogarty.CLASS POEM-“ SCHOOL DAYS (By Aline Bartholomew) 1. Eleven years of fun and play, Eleven years of being gay. And only one year Seniors,—say, Isn’t that always just the way? 2. Of course there will be other fun, And good times for us, everyone, But still to us, there ne’er will be, A better school that old M. C.! 3. Oh, say! don’t you remember, Joe, Down in the grades so long ago, You, on the steps, so brave and bold, Kissed me—and I the teacher told? 4. And how thru three and four and five, Friendship, in childish sports, did thrive; And so thru six and seven and eight, You were my knight, so strong and great! 5. Freshmen, Sophomores! from nine to four, We students o’er our books did pore, Fearful, lest our teacher’s eye, Should catch us shirking, with a sigh. 6. Receptions, dances, parties, play, Filled our rich Junior Year so gay; Such glorious times we could not spurn,— And lessons oft we did not learn! 7. At last our Senior Year arrives! Toward higher goals each student strives But we shall ne’er forget those days, Those times of blissful, carefree ways. 8. And now, work done and lessons said, Commencement day looms up ahead, When we the victor’s race have won, And school days vanish, lessons done. 9. Then college days before us loom, And long weeks full of doubt and gloom, But in our hearts there e’er will be Fond memories of old M. C. 10. So goodbye friends, and teachers, too, To thee we’ll ever be so true That when around the fireside bright, We sit with those of failing sight— 11. We’ll call to mind those happy days. Those days of joy and pleasant ways, Days ne’er forgotten then they’ll be— Those days in our dear old M. C.! 12. And so to you, we say goodbye, With parting tears and sad, deep sigh; Tho far away we seem to be, We’re with you always, dear M. C.! 35It was in the year 1 40, and I had gone to Boston to attend The Great World Exposition, which was being held in that place. Feeling rather lonely among all that strange crowd. I started to walk toward the outskirts of the grounds, since they had told me a circus tent had been pitched out there. While I was leisurely strolling along, I was startled by a voice thundering out. “Come to Order!” It sounded strangely familiar, and after it had been repeated several times, I determined to discover the source. Following a bend in the road. I came to the circus tent, itself, and upon entering the animal quarters. I was dumbfounded to see our worthy class president, Isadore Levine, calling the beasts to order. Much to my surprise. I observed how meekly they obeyed him. As his position was of such an important nature, he could only allow me a few minutes, but in these he told me how successful had been his career; he attributed the fact, however, to the Senior Class, because It was In the class meetings that he gained the experience that now gave him the responsible position of keeping order among the animals. I then proceeded to the main tent to watch the acrobatic feats. After several had been announced, the Manager of the circus announced the “HOWLING SUCCESS OF THE SEASON”. Paying little attention to this hackneyed phrase, as I knew it to be a part of every circus, you can Imagine my surprise when Elsie Short and Bertram Sleb appeared as the WORLDS FAMOUS TIGHT ROPE WALKERS! Altho' my brain was already in a whirl, it was a complete wreck, when, in the next ring. I saw Grace Kerrigan and Eulalia Glasscott entering as Bare Back Riders. I needed a drink after that, so I made my way thru a crowd of men to the lemonade stand. I stood transfixed, for there was my old classipate, Lois Watson, with her Inevitable smile placidly pouring thin lady emphatically planted her shower-stick on my corn, and on out the soft drinks. Just as I was about to quench my thirst, a tall turning to glare at her. I beheld my old friend. Margaret Hirschman. After I had regained my composure, and had inquired after her general state of health and mind, she told me of the sad fate of her friend. L ola Burkhart. Leola had been working with Thomas Edison, and once while experimenting with a new sort of bomb, she went up! At this critical point, Margaret held up a small piece of gingham which was all that came down! A roar of laughter then went up from the crowd and turning. I saw the funniest sight of my lifo;—The FAT AND LEAN of the circus were making their debut in a small red wagon drawn by six quacking ducks. The corpulent young lady who was having a hard time to balance herself was no other than With Young, and the tall lanky man with the springy knees could not be mistaken. Ix uis had been won over to the fair sex at last! This was too much for a hot day. so I decided to return to the hotel, but the irresistible twang of a barker who stood on a high platform in front of one of the side show’s was too tempting to pass, especially when he gave me the high sign and called me by name. I recognized him in a minute; it was Robert Blick. As it was the busiest time of the day, Robert sent an assistant with me to explain the deep mysteries of the side shows. The snake-eater was a pitiable sight as he sat upon a heap of straw in utter dejection, with his head in his hands. The guide explained to me that this poor creature had spent many hours of labor and had burned countless gallons of mid-night oil working upon a high school annual; as a result, his eyes had been weakened so that he was forced to abandon his law profession. The crowning calamity came when news reached him that his lady-love had eloped with the giant of the circus. The poor fellow, in order to be near her. Joined the same troupe and In utter despair, always refused to eat anything but basilisks. When we were leaving. I caught sight of a "1916” Elstonian, from which this being had refused to be separated. The wild man from Borneo proved to be Harold Nugent, in spite of his tusks and tangled hair! It was the wild look that I knew, as I had seen it too often in T atin IV class, not to recognize it In a minute. In the cannibal cage was Margaret Logman, quietly knitting, while these hideous creatures danced savagely about her. every few steps accompanied by wailing howls; and it was by these howls that Margaret counted her stitches. She had been a missionary to the Sandwich Islands and had returned with these wild hyenas. Just as we were finishing the rounds, a small boy rushed up to us and said that the Lion Enchantress had met with an accident. Not realizing what I was doing, ns everything was soon in an uproar. I rushed to the Performers’ Quarters. And who should the Enchantress prove to be but Aline Bartholomew! Poor Aline, she had lost control of the lions when she had glanced for a minute at the audience, where she saw. to her amazement and chagrin, her husband, Roy Johnson, whom she had thought to be safely at home, keeping house. Naturally the first to appear at an accident are the reporters, and one from the "Busy Bee”, the village newspaper, soon made his appearance. Noticing on the pad upon which he was writing, the name of Claypool. I asked him about the paper and the Editor, and. sure enough. Vernon was the owner of this thriving periodical, and when I had Inquired after him. I learned that he was on his honey-moon! As he had heard that his old friend. Raymond Meese. was running a matrimonial bureau, he had tried his luck and had drawn a charming young widow, and who was it. but our classmate. Anna Fendt! I was only too glad to accept his invitation to visit the office, as this circus was too much for me! Just as I was leaving the grounds, whom should I see steaming up the calliope, but Norman Reiher. and in spite of the music produced. Norman was in his glory, for his desire to be a musician of world-wide renown was realized.The next day, when I was aimlessly wandering around. I went into the Hall of Fame, little realizing what the result would be. Noticing an interested crowd standing about one statue in the sculpture section. I joined them, and there I saw the life-sized model of a young lady, dressed in the garb of primitive ages: and kneeling before it. with eyes uplifted and hands folded, as if in prayer, was an elderly man. Had I known these people before, or was it because I was so thrilled by the scene? Soon it all dawned on me. The model for the statue was Eleanor Kromshinsky. and a person next to me gave me the information that the sculptor had actually fallen in love with his own work of art. How strange that Floyd Dougherty should have lost his mind to a clay image! Many wonderful paintings were being exhibited, but one in particular hold me fascinated: it was a portrait of a charming girl, seated upon a draped window-bench. She wore a large hat, covered with soft plumes, with a bird of paradise perched lightly upon her linger tips. Glancing over a circular. I noticed that the painting was that of a famous beauty, who. for twenty-five dollars gave six lessons on the "8ecrets of Charm". Who else could it be but Ellnda Miller, known the world over! "Ah me!” I sighed, "what an insignificant microbe am I!” Hearing about the strange tale of a hen. which the owners claimed could talk. I decided to visit the Poultry Exhibit. Sure enough, the fowl could speak, and preciously guarding it. were two old people. They seemed familiar, and. after I had looked at them for several minutes, the lady peered over her specs, and said she thought she knew me. And of course she did. It was Esther Rommel, and her better half was no other than Roy Wiseman. On the q. t. Esther explained that the crops had been poor and their horse had had appendicitis. So she had fixed up a scheme by which they had fooled everyone,—and all the boy under the straw received was five cents an hour! "Soon we will have a Ford!" was their parting shot. The Exhibit from the South Sea Islands I thought would be instructive. but instead it was a reproduction of their man-eating characteristics. Each day they took a new victim, and I arrived just in time to see Reverend Rogers and his devoted wife. Elizabeth Youngnickel, standing in the flames, smoke curling in fantastic shapes about them, while the natives wailed in great delight! As the smoke grew thicker and blacker, the figures became less distinct. Finally an anguished cry and all was o’er. Cruel Fate! But the smoke cleared too soon, and how relieved I was to see Warren's coat-tails disappearing down the trap door! In this Exhibit was a specimen which could decapitate itself and still have the head speak. Horrors! But Grant is Irish, and they can do most anything. In the Water display I was especially interested in a school of water-nymphs who could remain submerged all day. and who fed upon goldfish. They swam lightly and gaily all the time, while the tourists threw them bon-bons. I noticed one gentleman especially interested, and after I had watched him for a time. I noticed that he kept giving them signs and winks. Being curious. I asked him what he knew of these would-be sprites, and after I had talked with him for a few minutes, I discovered it was Willard Seeger. Upon telling him who I was. he explained that these mermaids were his property, a school consisting of Catherine Weaver, Grace Spencer. Alice Debre, Florence Smith. Doris Ix venbcrg. Florence Blessing and Gertrude Nast- my first and last view of mermaids. The Vaudeville stunts had made quite a name for themselves, so after hearing about them from so many people. I decided to go. The first act was not out of the ordinary, but when the curtain went up for the second. I lost my breath, for there was Arthur Johnson dressed as Cupid in a Hippopotamus trick. Doris Card had a trained Giraffe and was busily accompanying it on her violin, while the animal sang several sweet selections. It so afTected a lady next to me that, in laughing uproariously, her Jaws, unaccustomed to that kind of exercise, broke. Horrors! The veterinary surgeon and undertaker soon arrived, both anxiously looking for work. The poor woman was Charlotte Grieger, and I don't blame her for being indignant, when the doctor proved to be Tlllie Telschow. and the cmbalmer, Arthur Kcppcn! As I was leaving the city the next day, I visited a French Beauty shop, and was much surprised to be greeted by the proprietors. Ellis Powell and Stanley Cush. While I was getting a manicure. I noticed an advertisement on the wall, which claimed to grow a beard in four hours from the time of application: this was especially in vogue with actors and young boys. And at the end of the directions was the name of Williamson, and sure enough it was Russell's signature. The class of T6 should be proud to claim him. While I was waiting for my train, a wedding-party amused the crowd who were standing about the platform. The bride, who was quite lleshy, was gorgeously gowned in a Roman striped suit, and her husband stood idly by. dressed in riding togs, and amid the laughter of her friends, he aimlessly cracked a whip. It was the cracking of that whip that caught my eyes as I had seen it in "She Stoops to Conquer". After scrutinizing the group carefully, I discovered it was Alice Hill and I eo Rosenak. and with them were Ida and Mollie Blum. They had just been married and were now leaving for Guatemala, while Ida and Mollie were matrons of an Orphans’ Home in that place. Next door to them were Maude Dewitt and Eva Coon rod. who were engaged in raising alligators, and the girls reported a profitable business. Next morning I left town, and as the train was crowded. I sat next to a fussy old lady with several packages and two pet mice in a fancy basket. After asking if I might occupy her seat. I interested myself in a magazine. Just as I reached a thrilling part of the story. I received a poke in the ribs. Not realizing whether it was part of the story or a wreck. I jumped to my feet, much to the amusement of the passengers. But it was only the old lady who wished to speak to me and had this way of starting the conversation. As I did not know what to say after talking about the weather. I told her of my unusual experience of the last few days, and much to my embarrassment, my friend started to cry. After a vain effort to comfort her. she told me I had reminded her of happier days, as she too was a member of the class of 16. and when she lifted her veil, it was Margaret Dunlap. Margaret had a great many sad tales; she had spent a great deal of her time travelling, and had met several of our friends. Upon one visit to the Mormon Temple, she had noticed two very devout women, and after watching them for a time, she discovered that they were Maude DeWitt and Eva Coonrod, who were members of that religious sect. During a recent visit to Turkey, Margaret had had the pleasure of witnessing a Parade, in which the Sultan and his many wives, together with the high officials of the Country, were the main features; she said she fainted when the Sultan and his favorite wife came, for who should it be but Mary Flora Fogarty! When my extraordinary trip had come to an end. I returned to my quiet bungalow in the cool retreats of the Catskills, deciding that the experiences of the Class of 1916 had been both many and varied! —Mildred I. Riley.3940X m SM mix PRESIDENT..(fc ' t+u I PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT... sec. .tres.-.....«£i . itis£2£ fcsti £" fefiy fci jsat ffe m JldLi- MoaICLUI XLTHE HISTORY OF (By Har Away back in the "dark ages" of our career as a class, namely, that period of self-constituted importance which is spent in the eighth grade, it was decreed by the gods on Olympus that good old M. C. H. S. should lx? blessed with a class greater than any which had come before it. We admit with modest blushing that we, the class of 1917, are the ones upon whom this great honor has been bestowed. All classes before ours for several years back, have claimed originality, and have made much of their “points of originality". We of the class of 1917 will "go them one better" ; we show originality by not claiming to be original! To begin with, we spent our first week in high school in the same manner as did our predecessors—in fear and trembling, which condition of shakiness was greatly augmented by rumors that we were to be hazed. Being, however, a very superior class, we soon conquered our qualms and settled down to the routine of work and fun,—mostly fun! But we were not to be allowed to continue thus in Freshmanlike, blissful ignorance of this world, for the threatened hazing materialized, and "I’m afraid to go home in the dark", became a byword in the Freshman class. Freshmen who had the temerity to venture near the Y. M. C. A. on those warm September evenings of 1913, were under imminent danger of being seized by several malicious and designing Sophs. In fact, some members of the class were forced (?) to kiss girls, after which dreadful punishment, they were so discouraged that they almost wished to leave high school! Objection to the hazing by parents and property owners caused Mr. Murray to call a meeting in the assembly room, where he threatened dire and divers things if the hazing should continue. Our friends, the Sophomores, were forced to abandon their sport to their chagrin, and our delight. The Sophomores must have become exceedingly ashamed of themselves for mistreating the members of so prominent a class, for the next Spring they gave us a party, the first "Sophomore Reception", as it is popularly called. We were royally entertained and our feeling for the class above us became much warmer than before. When we became Sophomores the next Fall, not wishing to incur the righteous and terrible wrath of Mr. Murray, we omitted hazing the Freshmen,—instead we copied the kind action of the Sophomores of the previous year and gave them a party. In giving this party we got together as a class for THE JUNIOR CLASS old Wright) the first time. We were not allowed to organize formally, but elected “Bud” Birk as chairman, and after committees were appointed, we prepared a good time for the Freshmen. The party was given in October and will be remembered with pleasure by all present as long as they live. About two hundred attended. Games and refreshments in the early part of the evening were followed by an assembly in the Auditorium. Here speeches by Mr. Murray and Mr. Keeler, shadowgraphs performed by members of our class, and music by a “human pipe organ” were enjoyed. Upon the last named instrument, Miss Edna Whipple performed creditably, considering that the human keys were greatly out of tune. The remainder of the evening was spent in dancing in the West assembly room, which had been decorated for the occasion. The strains of “There’s No Place Like Home” did not send the merry throng of Sophomores and Freshmen away until nearly twelve o'clock. In the Fall of 1915, we realized that we had arrived at that stage of sophistication which permits formal organization; therefore, a meeting of the Juniors was held under the chairmanship of Isadore Levine, president of the Senior Class, who informed us that the purpose of organization was to learn to conduct ourselves as a class, preparatory to giving our Junior reception, and pointed to the exemplaryconduct of his own class as a worthy model for us to follow. Having swallowed this last bitter pill, we proceeded to the election of class officers. Paul Young was elected president; Julia Taylor, vice-president: and All erta Leist, secretary. At subsequent meetings we chose yellow and white as our class colors, with yellow and white chrysanthemums as the class flower, and selected class pins. In January of the present year we presented our Junior play. “Charley’s Aunt”, under the direction of Miss Olive Kackley of Chicago. In spite of the fact that we had a ticketselling campaign of only seven days, we cleared eighty dollars. “Charley’s Aunt” is a farce comedy and kept the audience convulsed with laughter. No one who was present will soon forget Willard Gielow’s excellent female impersonation as “Babs”. 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Urner Edward Blinks L rc art biiS°y r e o'V - Coo Hqrry VVenat ,f-fr tfeTHE HISTORY OF THE SOPHOMORE CLASS (By Marion Willson) The Class of 1918 is, without doubt, the most efficient, original, talented and brilliant class that has ever attempted to enter the Isaac C. Elston High School and, after the stunning blasts endured while getting in, the first to keep undaunted its spirit and ambitions. We do not say this because we are conceited or in any way puffed up, but because truth, like murder, will out. The Class of 1916 was the first, perhaps, to realize this fact and, in commemoration of their keen appreciation of us, they inaugurated the “Sophomore-Freshman Party”. This kind of entertainment has proved a blessing to all Freshmen, for it gives them an entrance into High School activities, and an interest in them which otherwise they would not have acquired until their Sophomore or Junior year. I do not think we shall ever forget that night. A week before they had issued invitations to us and, in the time which intervened, we lived in an unceasing turmoil of hope and fear. “Were they going to haze us, or was it really to be a lovely party?” Of course it was the latter, and we danced and ate and played to our small Freshie hearts’ desire. Eventually, we too have become Sophomores and have given a party. Everyone has said that it was the best one ever given but, as I have remarked before, we are not at all conceited. Not one of us has distinguished himself in the plays of the High School; that is, no one has as yet tried to play a leading part but,—while there is life, there is hope, and I assure you that, if we were once given a chance, we would electrify the audience! The prominence we maintain in high school affairs was not acquired in a single night. In fact, it took two long years. Some grew tired and dropped out by the wayside, but those that remain form a very determined little class which compels admiration from even upper classmen. It will be remembered that, in the local oratorical contest last year, Margery Barker w as the first Freshman to ever gain recognition, and that Theodore Rosenak is no insignificant member of the Boys' Oratorical Association. Arthur Holden proved himself a very capable chairman at the meetings we held just before our Sophomore-Freshman party, and Hester Martin made even the “minutes” interesting. Our girls' basket ball team is a very strong one and has often beaten even the Seniors. Our prospects are certainly very bright and alluring for the last two years of our high school life. When we graduate, I know we shall be missed greatly. It could not be otherwise. But there is one consolation; our shining example will undoubtedly guide other timid feet along the rough and rocky road of learning and will create pupils so brilliant, that even teachers can admire—“Vanitas vani-tatum”. 464748THE EVER-GREEN Wallace Ahlgrim Wallace Anderson Lois Arment Gertrude Arndt Marion Ball George Balow John Boeckling Leroy Blessein James Bohlim Georgo Borane Raymond Carlson Marion Carson Catherine Cassidy Harry Chodash Grace Cline Julia Collins Phyllis Cunningham Nona Paggy Edna Dankert Ralph Debrick Alice Demien Harriet Dysard Wallace Edick Georgia Edwards Francis Frame Oscar Gabbert Rose Gerts Alice Gielow Walter Glafcke Irene Gloff Joseph Hall Wilbur Haller Lillian Heise Thelma Henry Elizabeth Hulbert Loretta Jenks Mildred Jones Lauretta Kahl Elmer Krueger Paul Krueger Anna Linkemer Harriet Linkemer Ella Landwirth Ermina Mathews Norma Maikowski Margene Marvinski Lydia Maschke Irene McAlpine Audrey Melson Myrtle Marquart Francis Mick Mary Mack Sidney McDonald Gertrude Morton Benson New man-grace Pagels Genevieve Oheim Edna Palm Mary Park Eunice Pepple Edna Polson Norman Potritz Ralph Precious Ethel Price Vincent Purvis Margaret Rach Glenn Rolston John Reprogle Burl an Rhodes Nellie Ritchie Thomas Riley Floyd Robeson Dorothy Rommel Leslie Ruggles Waldo Sadenwater Leah Salzberg Harry Schacht Dorothy Schlicker Gertrude Sieb Bernice Seiples Lena Sheeler Kenneth Shreve Elizabeth Simms Helen Smith Arnold Spanjer Ruth Southard Helen Stabno Mary Stinchcomb Daniel Striebel Gladys Sudrow Laura Timm Persis Tryon Joseph Watson Helen Weisman Lottie White Edna Westphal Stanley Wentland Alta Wolff Lauraine ZahrnHISTORY OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS (By Phyllis Cunningham) 0, how slowly the minutes crept along from a quarter of eight until eight on those pokey old clocks! We, poor Freshmen, anxiously awaited their arrival at eight. For, you know, that was the very latest we could start to high school. When we neared the school, our aspect was visibly changed from bravado to nervous anxiety. Dear, but we were worried! WTe were still more worried when the bell rang, after we had waited such a long five minutes for it to do so. We were all exceedingly disappointed to find, instead of a lot of horried, scaly, wiggly, cross old dragons, nothing but harmless little garter snakes—(Humbly begging the pardon of all Sophs!). We poor people found that we got along just beau-ti-fully, after the first day of horrors. Of course. I'm not saying we didn’t make any mistakes, because, naturally, very, very innocent people, who haven’t attended this worldly M. C. H. S., have had no experience at all, beyond their own doorstep. (Oh, no!) As I said before, we seemed to bear up under the shock of being Freshmen, and if you won’t breathe this, I’ll confess that we, excluding of course myself, became so cheerful as to have the nerve to neglect some very necessary work to write notes! When we had stumbled along for five changeable weeks, every teacher said. “To-morrow we will have our usual written lesson which counts a great deal on the report card which you get next Monday”. Every mother’s son of us (pardon me—ladies first, please!) quaked in his shoes. “Oh, what shall I do?” Instantly the same tho’t came to every one of us and we cried, “Every book shall go home to-night!” (Notice: Good example for upper classmen.) When we received our grades, however, we managed to survive. About this time cunning invitations were issued by the Sophomores to attend a reception given in our honor. We were all pleased. Why, really, all you could hear was, “What dress are you going to wear? Are you going to have a new one? I am”. I couldn’t vouch for what the boys said, but I reckon they wanted to know which necktie they should wear, and whether they should get a new one or not for that occasion. The next six weeks when we received our cards, I heard one Freshman ask another, “Why are these cards always green?” “Sh-sh!” the other replied, “don’t you know, they were made that color in honor of us?” When time for our final exams came near, we began to hear terrible rumors. Even the bravest got nervous, but we know that we all squeezed thro, learning another astonishing fact: don’t ever worry about exams! Other innocent children can e and we, in turn,' tyrannized over them, passing on the same false ideas presented to us by our kind(?) classmates. Really, I can’t begin to enumerate the falsehoods we told the babes. So we travel along, anxiously awaiting the time when we shall become “WISE FOOLS!”51o o o mmm A STORY -‘"CRUSADES ALBERTA G. LEIST. o o o n PART ONE From behind a pillar in the long Gothic hall, Geoffrey Arcite peered, and as the retinue of the Lady Florine approached, he shrank farther and farther back into the shadow of the portieres. To the right of the Lady Florine, walked Prince Sweno of Denmark. As they passed before Geoffrey, he heard them talk and laugh softly to each other. The Princess was followed by the lady-in-waiting, Bettinda, brave in a gown of gold-cloth and blue velvet. But Geoffrey’s eyes were not bent upon her —they sought longingly the retreating figure of the lady of his passion. “Where look’st thou. Geoffrey?” The man turned. Me had unwittingly stepped into the Duke’s private chancel. Confusedly, he crossed himself, but remained silent. Before him weird and ascetic-looking in his long white robes, stood Peter, the Hermit. “My son, there are worthier things in life for a man to do than to gaze longingly after a woman. How can’st thou stand there idly when the church of thy Saviour remains in the hands of the infidels?” Geoffrey blanched—the moment he had dreaded had at last come. The hermit divined his thoughts and scorned him. “Thou hast not thy father’s spirit, thou paltry, vain poltroon! He would not have hesitated; ’tis womanish— Florine of Burgundy, herself, can wield a lance!” “Ay, but 'twas Geoffrev who taught her! ’Tis not that I have not the courage; 'tis that I am needed at home”. “Hast not thy God a need for thee? Art thou already so pure—so clean—that thou needst not to sacrifice thyself? Enough—be gone! thou has displeased me much!” PART two The warm afternoon sunlight, streaming in at the open casement window, revealed, half-hidden in the shadow of the curtains, a golden-haired woman, dreamily strumming a lyre. Florine of Burgundy was a woman of singular beauty. Clad in a long shimmering robe of pale green, with golden hair, parted in two long braids, entwined with jewels, and hanging over each shoulder, she was more beautiful today than ever before. On her head was a wimple of soft white muslin, braided with gold. Her eyes were a deep fathomless blue. “Woman,” she said, “who is yonder man who seemeth so poor? He hath by his speaking entranced those men for a great time. The Prince doth listen, too. I would that he would harken more to me. Dost think, Bettinda. that Sweno hath grown more kindlier of late? Ah, how many a woman’s heart hath broke for man’s indifference! In sooth, he is the apple of mine eye”. “Yea, madam, he hath said that thou wert the comliest woman in all Burgundy”. “True, Bettinda; but a fortnight ago he said the same of thee! I am merely a passing fancy with him. His heart is in far Jerusalem with Miriam, the beautiful, whom he loves. Could I but win his love, I would be happy. But how? that is the question. The paltry Geoffrey doth nought but spur him on. I care not for him; I love a man who is a man, not such as women rule!” At this juncture, the portieres parted and Peter, the Hermit, entered. “Florine, rejoice with me! Walter, the Penniless, and I, have congregated a great company with Prince Sweno as leader, to advance to the Holy Land. It is an army which will make the scurvy beggars quake to look upon. See, Walter is now in the street urging them on. Within a week we will be gone. Farewell!” PART THREE Early in May, the army of Prince Sweno drew near the 52Holy Land. So far, all had been well. Suddenly, a great commotion broke out in the rear line. A Knight had seen a large cloud of dust on the horizon behind them. The news was at once taken to the Leader. Were they being surrounded by the infidels? But the day before, reports were brought in that the infidel army was before them. Had they then, so great a number as this? Scouts were hastily summoned, some to scan the country, others to find out the cause of the advancing cloud of dust. Meanwhile, the host threw up a camp. By night-fall, everything was in perfect order and readiness. Peter, the Hermit, unable to rest, stepped out of his tent into the night. He paced slowly up and down with measured step, but with eye alert. There was a muffled sound of a horse’s tread, and to the extreme end of the camp, his quick eye saw a solitary rider draw reign and dismount. Covered by the shadows of the tents, Peter hastened to this spot. Just then the rider stepped out into the moonlight and before the Hermit stood Geoffrey Arcite. “So you came?” The rider looked up—startled. “So you came ?’’ At this Geoffrey recognized his questioner and answered, “Yes, I came! Before it was a love for a woman that held me back, but now the love for this same woman urges me on. Florine of Burgundy has raised an army and is now but a few miles from here, on her way to the Holy Land! In another day’s ride she will have reached your encampment.” With this, he turned and entered the tent of one of the knights while Peter hastened to Sweno to report his news. On the next morning the scouts returned, some to announce that the Princess Florine was but a few miles distant, others to report that the infidel army had reversed their march, and were coming toward the Crusader’s camp. Preparations for the encounter of the enemy were at once begun. PART FOUR During the night, the Turks, with an army four times the size of Sweno’s, advanced to within a mile of the camp. In the morning the fight was to begin. Long before daybreak, both encampments were awake and stirring. At the command from Sweno, the army formed a phalanx and •This story. “Florine of Burgundy", written by Alberta Lelst as Elstonian" for the best short story submitted. Since it was written regular English work.—Editor. marched toward the enemy. With a shout heard for miles, the infidels rushed upon them. The Crusaders held out strongly, but gradually they were repulsed. Then from the distance sounded a bugle, and Florine and her army came rushing up with reinforcements. She took her stand next to Sweno. Her thoughts were not upon the danger surrounding them, but upon him. To her right was Geoffrey. She saw him for a moment; but the next instant he was gone, pierced to the heart by a spear from the hands of an unbeliever. So was it all about her. It was useless now to hope for victory; in but a moment there would hardly be one left alive to carry the terrible news to William of Tyre. Peter the Hermit had been sent ahead for reinforcements early in the morning, but perhaps he had been way-laid. Florine was fighting desperately, but not blindly. Time and time again, she showed how well Geoffrey had taught her to wield the lance and sword. At last there came a lull in the battle. The Turks were concentrating their forces upon a little hill, preparatory to making the last annihilating attack. Prince Sweno, mounted on his exhausted palfrey, was very near to the Duke’s daughter now. He could see her firm-set jaw and the faint pink in her cheeks as she waited with ready lance. Suddenly he spoke. “Florine, it will not be long now. Wilt thou forgive me if I say something which will seem to be rather tardily spoken? Lady, when I visited thy father’s court, methought that thou wert as English maidens, soft and mild; ’twas because thou hast such golden Saxon hair. But thou since proved thyself brave, calm, noble, a queen among women. “Princess, we shall soon be—be not here. I love thee more than all the world! Dost thou love me?” Her head lowered, but the “Yes” came firm and clear, —then: “But what of Miriam?” “All else, my sweet, is forgot in love of thee!” Out of the distance came the loud resounding cry of the followers of Mahomet, “Allah is Allah!” It echoed and reechoed. Then came the rush. a theme In the English VII Class, receives the $2.00 prize offered by “The as an English theme, it therefore truly represents the standard of the 53THE DYNAMITER (By E. David Lilienthal) “Never again!” I vowed inwardly as I felt myself bounced and jounced about in my seat, yet happy that there was some way of leaving that rival of the blazing Sahara, Gary. Here I had come on a hot afternoon in August, leaving the shade of cool maple trees, a hammock and a good book, with the hopes of visiting the famous steel mills,—only to find that visitors were excluded! I was thoroughly disgusted. Suddenly I stopped looking out of the window. Across the aisle was a man, whom I had been too tired to notice when I first entered the car; upon looking at him more closely, however, he proved unique. 1 could have sworn his name was Wienerschnitzel, or something to that effect, for he was a German type, if ever there was one. His ponderous body was comfortably piled back against the seat, except when he nervously leaned forward, peered suddenly out of the window, and then resumed his reclining position. His head was large and square, his physiognomy featured by a huge nose, under which bristled a cropped mustache, all set off oddly by a white commodore hat with the traditional patent leather bill. His clothes were cut on a queer pattern, strangely un-American, as did his very atmosphere seem. As I sat there musing, the conductor stuck in his head and, in stentorian tones bellowed, “Aetna! Aetna!” I had read so much of the recent incendiary explosions at this powder mill, alleged to have been caused by German spys, that 1 was startled. Curiously, 1 peered out into the gathering darkness, but could distinguish almost nothing. The fellow across from me had already left his seat, and was struggling down the aisle, as rapidly as his huge suit-case would allow. A thousand thoughts and fears flashed through my mind. Impulsively. I grabbed my cap, and jumped off the already moving car. being careful not to allow the fellow to suspect that I also had left the train. Here I had accidently come upon an almost unhoped-for adventure, which promised a tingling sense of danger. I was going to prevent a dangerous character from planting some infernal machines and destroying millions of dollars worth of property and hundreds of lives! These thoughts sped rapidly through my mind as swiftly as do scenes in a dream. I was extremely careful that he should not see me, and crouching in a shadow, I watched him as he wobbled down the path, leading to the gate of the electrified fence which surrounds Aetna. The guard halted him, but at a word he returned to his bunk house. Here was my opportunity and I snatched it! Without much danger of discovery, because of the now enveloping darkness, i crept through the gate; the sentry, of course, thinking it the German’s retreating steps. Then followed the most tense fifteen minutes of my life. The fellow was having a difficult time with his heavy suitcase, for it would strike his knees periodically, throwing him oil his stride. Every few moments he would look first to one side of the dark path, and then peer on the other. The oppressive silence was broken only by the sound of his heavy footfalls on the gravel, and my cautious steps as I stealthily followed him. Suddenly he stopped, set down his suit case, turned about in my direction, grunted,—and then his hand flew to his hip pocket! My heart jumped, and 1 dropped to the ground, expecting the next second to hear a bullet whizzing by, or feel one actually piercing me—! But upon looking up, I saw the fellow wiping the perspiration from his brow! Then he resumed his march. I was dazed, and he had almost gotten out of sight when I came back to a normal state of mind. But this incident only incited me to renewed effort, and I was soon near enough to my dynamiter to hear his labored breathing. Perhaps a rod ahead stood a dark, somber building. My man stopped before this ominous structure, looked about in every direction, then walked up the steps and knocked. I heard the door opened, and, having perched myself on a ledge commanding a view of the room, I was able to see the occupant of the houre, also a typical German, exchange greetings with my spy. My heart seemed to push the blood before it at a terrific rate; cold sweat formed on my forehead; I had a queer feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had come on a nest of men who were going to blow up the Aetna Powder Mills, a concussion which would wipe out the town and be felt throughout the entire district! After puffing a bit, my spy began, “Veil, mein Herr, how is eferyding?” “Chust fine—chust fine. Ve are beinah ready for der grand opening,’’ the keeper of the house answered. “Ho! Ho! Der grand opening! Dot’s a goot vun! Nun — haf you eferyding ready vat you need? You needs lods of dings, you know. Dot’s vy I come at dis time, before der final breperations are all vinished.” He slowly unstrapped the valise, then carefully, almost cautiously, it seemed, opened it. My heart stopped beating. With a smile of satisfaction he looked up; “Herr Schlachtfuzzel. ged plenty dis time. Id maype is der last chance. You know I carry der very best line of cheese!—’’ 54fiW- --------------- MMIU Y POETS Souls of poets have I known; Many of them now have flown, To the realms of sacred rest. When the years their works have blest. Souls of poets, you have given Thots for which I long have striven, Dreams, which soothe the heart forlorn. Bringing joys for time unborn. Souls of poets, rest in peace, Where life’s turmoil all must cease; We shall live, and also die,— But your souls will soar on high. —Stanley C. Cush 55THE PRINCESS OF THE LAND (An Old English, Ballad) The horse tossed up his head on high And if perchance they come for me, And drew within the crisp spring air; Tell them I’ve gone a while. Then, swift as does the eagle fly, Thou wilt, I know. Here take this bag; Or hunted doe seek out her lair, ’Tis full to the brim, you see. He cast behind him house and town Thou’lt tell a lie—’tis well to lie Wherein his mistress dwelled. To such poor fools as he!” And 'ere the crimson sun sank down, The landlord mused, just mused a space, Came where the tourney was Then took her dainty hand— The talk of all the country ’round, “I’ll do it for thy Royal Self, And where brave veomen wished that they Sweet Princess of our land! Might have a horse, a sword, and spear, Then hide yourself in yonder room, And gaily ride away With the window toward the sea, To fight in ’morrow’s tournament I’ll lie to him, the Duke Argyle,— To win the victor’s spoils,— Yea, I’ll be true to thee”. A branch of palm, or laurel wreath, Then came a knock upon the door! As pay for all their toils. (The princess fled away!) The lady patted oft the horse. “Open this door, thou beast of man! And trifled with his mane; Open! Open! Isay!” “Oh fly, my Ivan, speed thee well My Lord of Argyle tall, irate, Thou'It ne’er see home again”. His hoary locks besmeared Then ran the horse to Camlin town With leaves and dust and mud and soot. And stopped before the Inn; For oft his horse had reared A page came forth to take the horse And thrown him from his saddle soft, And lead the maid within. Until my lord did grow “Bring forth you choicest supper, Dame”, Acquainted with each piece of land Said landlord to his wife, From Ashby on, and so “This is the princess of our land. His temper was a bit ruffed up, And there be signs of strife. And he did say some things Or else her royal highness would Unto the landlord and his wife Not seek our low ‘Blue Bell’. Which were not fit for kings All unattended did she come, To hear, or even want to hear. And that I saw full well— Then spake the dame courageously, The mystery of this lures me on “She’s gone this many an hour, my lord. And would that I did know—” By the road along the sea.” “My friends,” the queenly voice rang out — — — Clear as a bell, yet low, A piece of rope on a window ledge, “Tonight I was to wed the Duke, In the room by the sounding sea, The aged Lord Argyle, And two in a boat, afloat on the waves— One less at the knights’ tournee! 56 —Marion Willson.GOSSIP Then Gossip goes o'er cities, towns and lands, The swiftest intercourse 'tween scattered bands. She blooms and strengthens, speeding as she flies; First small thru fear, soon rising toward the skies, Her feet on earth, her head up in a cloud. Thru wrath her parent Earth bore her, so proud; Last sister to Enceladus, 'tis said; Fleet-footed, swift-winged, a monster that is dread. As many plumes as from her body grow So many sleepless eyes appear below; As many ears 'neath feathers listen 'round So many mouths and tattling tongues resound. By night she flieth fast, 'twixt heaven and earth, For sleep forsook her eyelids at her birth; By day, on guard in all abodes and towers, Or terrifying cities, frightening powers; Alike reporting falsehood, truth and shame, In spreading scandal, gloats this loathsome dame. —J. Vernon Claypool. (A translation from Vergil’s Aeneid. Bk. IV. II. 173-189.) 57 RETROSPECTION It’s the thought of time that’s flown, Which the troubled heart o’er weighs; It’s the vision years have thrown Casting shadows o’er our days. You look back on years forgotten, Thinking they are dead and gone; But they’re there, foul, black, and rotten, Wasted time, which has passed on. You may think, “0, I’ll forget them! They are merely passing dreams. Furthermore, all men do have them When they’re thinking of dead things”. They are dead, but not all buried, That is why they haunt your sleep, They are eating the heart, wearied, Day by day, and week by week. It’s your soul that’s slowly dying In the mire of your sins. Quick! repent, for time is flying, God is just—repentance wins! —Stanley C. Cush.BALLAD OF THE BASHFUL FARMER Wall, yes! Jim lives straight down the road, An’ him you want ter see? A joke on him I’ll tell, atween You, hitchin’-post, an’ me. When he war young, a strappin’ buck, He sure did love the gals, But wouldn’t tell his pa ner ma, E’en kept it from his pals. A Huldy Smith he loved the most; But her he’d never rush, An’ if we ever spoke of her, Say, how that guy ’ud blush! Bimeby, Jim’s dad, in his old barn, Onct give a huskin’ party, An’ he invited young an’ old, Each wize ’un, an’ each smarty! Wall. Jim’s ole dad knew sonny’s heart, So he axed Miss Smith to come, An’ telled her not to make a date Cuz Jim ’ud take her hum. Now Huldy liked John Hutter better, Cuz Jim wuz fer too slow; So she telled Johnny to be there, An’ Jim some new stunts show. Then came the night—’twuz dark an’ cold; Jim’s dad fetched Huldy over; She cuddled up to Jim so close, Like he wuz her ole lover. Jim brung a softie to the barn, An’ let his Queen set on it; An' it wuz jist too killin’ ter watch Him peak up ’neath her bonnet! An’ nen when’eer she husk'd an ear Thet like the rose wuz red, All of a suddint he swiped a kiss, Then ’round the barn he sped. An' when the party gay wuz o’er, Jim took her by the arm. An’ sed if he cud Like her home, Ter her wud come no harm. An’ on their way she said, “Let’s cut Across the cemetarie. For there we’ll be alone”, but he Felt spookified an’ wary. She felt him tremblin’ at her arm, An’ cudn’t keep from smilin’ Whene’er she thought how hurribly She wuz her Jim beguilin’. Then from behind our Parson’s grave There shot a ghost in white; Fust Jim was skeercd; then the ghost ran Cuz Jim wuz goin’ ter fight. 58 The ghost sure ran ter beat the band With Jim an’ Huldy arter, An’ Jim pick’d up a stone an’ threw't, Jist fer a little starter. An’ Huldy puflin’ hard an’ loud Soon sed. “Jim, let him go!” But Jim sed, whose this spirit wuz He sure did want ter know. The ehost ran down some narry paths, Meanderin’ ’round the bogs, When all at onct he tripped an’ fell Atween two great big hogs. O’ wut screemin’ an’ wut squeelin' There wuz amongst the three. An’ all wuz squirmin’ there,—fer fear Wuz spread ’bout equally! Soon buth the hogs wuz skootin’ off, A-squeelin’ fer all thev’s wuth, While irhostie laid skeered stiff; but Jim An’ Huldy—loud roared buth! Jim hauled the bed-sheet from the ghost— An’ there John, puttin’, lay! An’ Jim, su’prized, laffed loud an’ long,— Then took his gal away. Now Huldy’s name is Mrs. Jim, An’ two little Jims hev they; An’, sure, all four du own a hog Wut they have named Johnnie. —Willard H. Gielow.WEARERS OF THE BAS KET BAWL Frank Sheeley Arthur Holden William Brazzil Frank Riley Warren Rogers Arthur Loomis Leo Rosenak Harold Mathias Frank Riley Henry Chodosh Frank Sheeley Norman Kemp Raymond Meese William Brazzil Paul Young LeRoy Fedder 60THE BOYS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION The Boys’ Athletic Association, during 1915-T6, has had one of the most successful and progressive years of its history. Its aim of caring for all the “fellows both large and small” was realized this year. Heretofore, the dues were monthly and almost prohibitive. This year, however, a membership-card was issued with small annual dues, and this plan at once became a pronounced success. At the beginning of the year, the Association was slightly in debt, but thru the efficiency of the Finance Committee all debts have been paid, and a substantial bank account testifies to the B. A. A.’s prosperity. President Riley appointed Floyd Dougherty, David Lilienthal, Arthur Loomis, Norman Kemp, and Richard Christner as the finance committee, with Mr. C. VV. Craig as faculty chairman. A great deal of credit is due to this committee for its splendid efforts. The officers also deserve much praise for the work they have done towards the betterment of the Association. Thru their efforts, the Association has again taken its place as the strongest and liveliest society in the high school. 61■NSW CAPT.R1LEY-C BRAZZIL-G LOOMIS -F ' I HOLDEN-C ROGERS-GBASKET The season of 1915-1916 looked very bright for basket ball in our school, when the prospective members began practicing in the Fall. We did not have a foot-ball team; consequently, much more time could be devoted to becoming proficient in the "Gym" sport With such stars as Loomis, lloldcn. Brazzlll, Riley and Grosskopf, we had every reason in the world to be confident of a successful season. l,oomis was unable to play the first semester, owing to the eligibility rules, but certainly distinguished himself in the games following. In the gamo with I,aportc, January 23rd. in which wo were so unfortunately defeated, he made all but four of the points. The work of the other members of the team was good also, and they deserve a great deal of credit for their scrappy playing. We began the schedule with a game at Niles, playing the high school team there. Altho a close game was expected, we were doomed to disappointment. Fisher and Zimmer of the Niles team were stars, shooting baskets from all angles of the floor, much to our discomfort. Coach Ward, optimistic as usual, worked hard to remedy the faults evident in this game, so that when Niles came here, we gave them the surprise of their lives by beating them in an overtime game. This has undoubtedly been the best game played on the "Y” floor for a long time. After the drubbing received two weeks before from the same team, we hardly expected to beat the visitors; but confidence and exceptionally good guarding on our part, turned the trick, and the game ended 27-25. with Niles at the slim end. Sheeley was the star for the local team, and inasmuch as it was his first game on the home floor, he is to be given much credit. He succeeded in keeping his record clean thru the rest of the season. With such a game in our favor, the men received new energy and confidence, knowing that they were in the race, and prepared themselves still more earnestly for the game with I iporte two weeks later. We were doomed to be disappointed again, and I,aportc is to be complimented on the team they have. Hampson and' Young were their stars, of first rank. However, the Laportc men cannot say that Michigan City has a "quitting'' team, for she has not; the men fight hard until the finish. At the end of the first half, the score stood 11 to 6, with Laporte ahead, but at the end of the game, we were left far in the rear. Imports scored on us at will, ending the game with a score of 39 and 11. This ended the first semester, and also brought Loomis, our wide-famed star, in the ranks of the crimson. Hut luck was against us. and when we met Ijiporte ngain. wo were defeated. Much can be said of the game; I.oomis lived up to his reputation, and scored 12 of the locals’ 16 pointB. At different stages of the game, victory appeared in sight for M. C. H. 8., but during the second half, especially in the last eight minutes of play, we were unable to check the visitors. This was the last game with laporte for the season, and altho humiliated by them, we do not hesitate to offer our congratulations to Coach Zaring for the splendid tenm he has developed. Valpo- the unconquerable Valparaiso basket ball team! To the readers of high school sport In Indiana, the name of this team sends u 63 BALL shiver. When they came to Michigan City, they had a string of fourteen straight victories. Well, they won. but we gave them a good rub Just the same; we actually lead them at the end of the first half, with two points to our advantage. But a little misjudginent on our part in the second half, cost us the game. The Valpo team is a wonder and we’ll have to hand it to them. They have three men over the six foot mark, enabling them to keep the ball well over the heads of their shorter opponents. In our next game we were literally wiped off the tloor by a much heavier and better team. They also had the advantage of playing at home. Mishawaka certainly has a good team, and we have to acknowledge it. At the end of the first half they had us in their camp to the score of 20 and 1, Loomis, our lithe forward, being credited with the point that saved us from a shut-out In the last half, we did somewhat better, but not enough to affect the mighty score that the game resulted in. Much could be said of the good work of Loomis and Holden, both being Indispcnsible to the team. If we ever had a chance to win a game, the game with Interlaken offered the best opportunities, but owing to the fact that two of the best players broke training, and were disqualified, we were obliged to give in to the visitors. This was a serious loss and impossible for the subs to overcome. Interlaken, w ith a slow team, really much inferior to our regular team, carried away the honors by almost doubling the score. McMurdo of Interlaken was the main point-getter, and he is some lucky fellow', making nine of the thirteen points! Riley was disqualified, and altho the man substituted was good, he was not accustomed to playing with the team, and did not do as much as could he dono with a team-man to take the Captain’s place. The Saturday following wfe again met the Mishawaka team on their home-floor, and gave them a mighty good game for their money, actually scaring them in tho first half, by making six points before they awakened to the situation. The fight was "nip and tuck" until the five minutes in the first half. when, by a streak of speed, the visitors pushed themselves seven points ahead. From that time on the game was settled; altho. as usual, the burst of speed in the last half was shown, and in the last five minutes the Crimson made eight points, but this was not enough to make up the handicap; 33 and 24 was the finul score. This ended the scheduled games. As a conclusion, a little can be said of the Sectional and State Tournaments. Valparaiso took the former, and Lafayette the latter. Some of the best games played in Indiana were seen at these tournaments, and every one was a struggle from beginning to end. the score often being only one or two points different. After witnessing such a disastrous season as the last, we cannot help but try to locate Just where the fault lies. As said at the B. A. A. banquet, the thing Incking is "stiek-to-itiveness" and nothing else. The players, excepting one or two. have not the power of concentrating their efforts on the one thing, and that only. We can but hope that the team produced next year, will develop this asset and turn out to be much better than the one just passing from existence.RETROSPECT Athletics in our high school has, for the past few years, been of such a character that one has actually hesitated to mention our activities without danger of being humiliated. But with the addition of Ezra Ward and Orion Kaye to the faculty, a change was destined to come. Both of these gentlemen, being well acquainted with athletic actvities, immediately took it upon themselves to better the standard set by former teams. Coach Ward took charge of the basket ball team, and at once, with the idea of developing material for the first teams, inaugurated the Minor and Major leagues. He took the raw, unpracticed squad, and from it developed an aggregation which, at least, had the appearance of winners. Coach Ward Major League Championship Cup AND PROSPECT is a hard and conscientious worker, and was never known to shirk. Even when members failed to attend practice, he “stuck out his chin” and, discouraging as it was, played the game thru—and won. Last season's team was the best produced for a long time, and all the praise which it may deserve, or receive, can be traced back to its founder, Ezra Ward. Coach Kaye entered his work with the base ball team just as enthusiastically and can also be sincerely congratulated for his success. The team has been a real good one, with one big fault; it was too over-confident, and was matched with much superior teams, with the one result, that of an unsuccessful season. The coming season promises to be one of fairly successful nature, especially with basket ball. The team of last year remains almost intact. These members, with their present experience, plus a little more earnestness and strict devotion to duty, ought to make a representation which will be the Indiana High School Tournament Winners. This year the Major League Cup was won by the Arrows, made up of the following: Fedder, Captain; Utley, Precious, Sheaks, Austin; Rubin, substitute. The Minor League Championship was won by the Mon-archs, composed of the following students: Rubin, Captain; Wentland, Ciezke, Wojcaehaske, Cooney. There can be no doubt, but that these leagues, giving everyone a chance to learn basket ball, under a competent coach, will develop the material for winning basket ball teams in the future. 641915 ON THE DIAMOND In the spring of 1915, after a lapse of a season, base ball was again inaugurated as a sport in the high school. Mr. Orion Kaye, an instructor in the grade school, offered his assistance as a coach, and a better man couldn’t have been found for the position. Riley was elected captain and the spring training was started. Something may be said here regarding the difficulties which the team had to nut up with: the weather, in the first place, was very bad. and since the players had to practice in a field, which is nothing less than a marsh, filled with mud-holes, we consider the showing of the team to be remarkable. After several weeks of training, Coach Kaye journeyed with the team to Hammond. This being the first game of the season, much could not be expected, but at that we gave them a pretty good fight. The one trouble with the team seems to be their inability to hit the ball at the correct time. The coach then started to develop some "hitters" for the games following. Gary was the next team on the schedule, but, exasperating as it was, we were forced again to bow to a superior team. After some hard practice, we met Hammond on our own ground:;, and well may the men of the local team be complimented on the fine playing against a much stronger team. Shreve pitched a wonderful game, and was well supported by the rest of the field. Kenefick. in particular, offered his assist- ance at a time when it was most wanted. With the score three and three at the end of the ninth, the game was prolonged for three innings, and was eventually awarded to Hammond, when they scored a run in the twelfth. This game ended the unsuccessful Spring season, and with brighter hopes, the training was again started in earnest, after the summer vacation. We had. however, only two games, besides those with I porte. It seemed like a sure victory when the team Journeyed to I aporte for their first game; but alas! I aportc again added Michigan City to her long list of victories. One more game, and the season was over! The local men were determined that this game should be a victory, and—lo and behold—it was a victory! The locals played a fine game, and at last had a chance to humble Laporte. doing it in splendid style, defeating them to the good score of 16 and 8. In conclusion, let us, as a school, offer our thankH to Coach Kaye for the services he so unselfishly donated to a cause to which he was under no obligations, and by so doing built up a team which was. at least, partly successful. The teams which represented M. C. H. S. on the diamond in 1915 were: Spring Team. Riley, Shreve. Mathias. Meese, Westphal, Kemp. Kenefick. Ix omis, Hrazzil. Fall Team. Riley. Loomis, Kemp. Young. Dewitt. Fenton. Mathias. Fedder. Sheeley. Chodash. Hrazzil. 65REVIEW OF THE 1915 SEASON (By Frank Riley) Prospects were bright for a winning track team after the first indoor meet was such a decided success. On May eighth, a triangular meet was held with Valpo and Laporte at the county seat. M. C. lived up to expectations and took second place not far behind Laporte. Rosenak, Barker, Fedder and Riley made the points for Michigan City. On May twenty-second, the squad went to the Northern Indiana meet at Gary. Rosenak was the only M. C. man who delivered the goods, scoring four points. Rosie tied for first place in the pole vault, clearing the bamboo at the dizzy height of ten feet six inches. M. C. had more than an even chance of winning the Relay Race, when Barker gave Grosskopf a three-foot lead at the end of the quarter. Gross made his man run faster than he knew how to keep up. and Fedder and his man started on even terms. Fedder ran about one hundred yards and then decided that he was going too fast, so he accommodatingly slowed up and let his man beat him by about fifty yards. This was altogether too much of a lead for Riley to overcome and the chance to win a shield was lost. Leo Rosenak and Dot Riley represented the high school at the University of Chicago Interscholastic Meet held June 12, 1915. Although both did considerably better than ever before, due, no doubt, to the fast competition, they were unable to carry off the prizes. The prospects for this year are better than those of last. The team will be small, but exceedingly well balanced, and a fairly good though not an unusual season may be looked forward to. E. H. Ward took the work of coaching the track squad this year, succeeding C. R. Wilson, who was in charge for the last two years. 66THE GIRLS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION (By Lois Watson) The Girls’ Athletic Association includes in its membership representatives from each class in the high school. It has done much, and shows promise of doing more, in bringing before the school really worth while things. One of the first things which the Association accomplished was the election of good officers for the different fields of work; then came the glorious times for long cross-country tramps by the girls. As cooler weather approached, the girls began to look forward eagerly to the basket ball season. The most important activity in the annual history of the Association was the Thanksgiving Festival, the chief event of which was the Banquet. With careful planning and the co-operation of the members, the Michigan City High School can boast that this first festival of its kind was a grand success. The toastmistress of this banquet was Lois Watson. Genevieve Leist responded as representative of the class of 1915; Eunice Pepple, Freshman, answered to the toast “The Girl of the Past’’; Hester Martin represented the Sophomore Class as “The Girl of the Present’’; Hilda Aicher of the Junior Class impersonated “The Girl of the Future”; Evalyn Moore, a Senior, toasted “The Ideal Girl”. This series was concluded by a toast on “The Girl of America”, given by Miss Vail, in which the characteristics of an ideal American Girl were described. Julia Taylor and Frieda Timm were in charge of the games and entertainment, which their careful thought and planning made an unusual success. Then each class “pulled off a stunt”, all its own, and was much applauded: but when it came the teachers’ turn “to show off”—well—they took the honors for being the most original and the best actors! To show our appreciation for the good work and interest in athletics given us by our coach, Mr. Parsons, the Association presented him with a beautiful gold knife and chain. The officers elected for the Girls’ Athletic Association are as follows: President, Lois Watson; Vice-President, Eva Coonrad; Secretary, Hester Martin; Treasurer, Frieda Ny-land; Manager of Hikers, Evalyn Moore; General Managers, Mattie McComb and Tillie Telschow. 67idu'tfrau [•umij'M "The whale lift man stands in ntti of grate and harmony.” Plata. Physical Training is the newest subject in our high school, having been put in at the beginning of the second term of the year 1914- 15. As yet the value, and perhaps the aim of the subject, is not so thoroughly understood as we hope it will be in the near future. What is the aim of Physical Training? There arc many answers given to this question, but I like best to think that the general aim of systematic physical training is the development of the body into a "harmonious whole under the perfect control of the will.” And to this end we have introduced into our school systems, the country over, informal gymnastics. We have learned that, while it is very important to stimulate the circulation and the respiration of the body and to have a good digestion, these things do not constitute all of life. There is a love of beauty and rhythm for which modern life seems to afford but little opportunity, and this expresses itself spontaneously in all sorts of games, and in folk and gymnastic dances. Games have a very positive educational influence that no one. who has observed their effects, can fail to appreciate. Children who are dull Fairy Snowflakes Dance Festival and slow and who notice but little of what goes on about them, are many times completely changed in their ways by the playing of games. Their sense perceptions are quickened; the awkward body becomes graceful; In fact, the child plays more expertly in every way. showing a neuromuscular development. So much for games. We know that rhythm is one of the fundamental principles of life and out of the rhythm of bodily movement has grown that sense of balance which underlies art as portrayed in music. Since this Is true, we should teach bodily rhythm and there is no simpler way to teach it than by folk games and gymnastic dancing. Thus far. school gymnastics have not accomplished the great aim of Physical Education, but if. through folk games, we can devise exercises interesting to girls, exercises that are favorable to good circulation, good respiration, and good digestion, we shall have accomplished something worth while. So far as gymnasium teachers can see. games and dancing scent to be the forms of exercise best adapted to the abilities and needs of girls, and bid fair, as .Mr. Uulick tells us, to take the place in a girl's education that athletics has taken in the life of the boy. —Franees B. Pearson. 68OUR PAST The Championship 1904 Football Team. There is no use in denying the fact, that as far as athletics is concerned, Michigan City High is a joke. It is our purpose to show what Michigan City used to be athletically, and perhaps, since there is no present to crow about, to glory over the past and attempt to foresee the future. Our object is not to degrade the present nor exalt the past, but to attempt to incite a feeling of pride in our school, which has a reputation to uphold. And from school pride, comes school spirit and school loyalty. It is in football that Michigan City has been the most successful. The training received during the years 1901, '02, and ’03 laid a foundation for a team which a true school supporter will never forget, the memorable championship team of 1904. This team was only scored on once, while it registered 143 points against its opponents. The next championship team was that of 1906, which humbled all its opponents, being declared undisputed champions of Northern Indiana. The team put out in 1910, which defeated South Bend for the championship of this section of the state, is probably remembered by some of the present high school students; for in those days, the fame of high school athletics was so great that every member of the team had his little contingent of grade-school admirers. Perhaps you were one of these hero- 69 GLORY worshippers. Since 1910, football has deteriorated, and now lies under the sod, though attempts are made each fall to exhume it. It is a notable fact that our High School is a charter member of the Northern Indiana Athletic League, which was organized in 1903 and which had its first meet in 1904. You have probably noticed the two relay banners, our only school trophies, which hang in the West Assembly. These were won by the teams herewith indicated, and the teams besides obtaining the banners, gathered 29 points in '04, and 11 in '05. But the paramount achievement in track athletics which our representatives have attained, was made in 1906, when a four man team, composed of McKenzie, Lawerence, Warken-tine, and Madden, came within three points of winning the meet from a large team entered by Elkhart. Captain Lawerence won the gold medal for individual honors. This was a banner year for M. C. II. S. in track, and one we can be proud of, for Madden broke the N. I. A. L. mile-record- and Lawerence the state shot-put record. These Arc the Fellows Who Won One of the Manners Now in tho West Assembly.THE TEAM WE ARE ALL PROUD OF. The 1906 Track Team. Which Came Within Throe Points of Winning the N. I. A. L. Shield in 1906. We have seen, then, that the Crimson and White not so very many years ago, was feared by the greatest teams. Instead of being laughing-stock, they were a victorious aggregation. The natural query is, “Why were we a strong school, athletically, a few years ago, and now so poor along that line?” Is it that we have no fellows big enough, or strong 7 enough to make winning teams? No, we have excellent material. Is it because our fellows are “yellow"? Emphatically no! We have as game a bunch of boys as one could find, as is evidenced, for instance, by their last season’s games with Valparaiso. The big trouble is that the candidates will not, or can not, appreciate the fact that to become an athlete, and for a school to produce a conquering team, every aspirant for athletic honors must learn the rigorous laws of self-denial. Our fellows, if they are not, as most are, “too busy to come out", too engrossed in personal matters to think of their school, will not train when they do; will not deny themselves the little pleasures that spell incompetency in an athlete. And, therefore, since this selfish self-importance has become the controlling idea, M. C. H. S. athletics has suffered. Let's wake up! Let’s show those old-timers, those stars of M. C.’s better days, that we still have a bit of the “old-time pep" in us, and forgetting our petty personal matters, unite for a victorious era of Michigan City Athletics. —E. D. L. One of the Only Two Athletic Trophies We Have, and Its Winners.fforeuiorfr We realize that it seems to outsiders as if we have given too many school plays during the year. The truth of the matter is, however, that only two annual ones, the Junior and Senior plays, are now given. This year we have had three other programs in addition, one to commemorate Riley’s birthday, another to celebrate Bird Day, and the third, a Cicero program. Owing to our exceptionally good auditorium, one of the finest in the state, many of the other city schools use it, as they should, for their entertainments, and people mistake these for high school affairs. We regard these affairs as side issues, yet they have a decided value in stimulating the interest of the students and parents in school life. Some may think that plays and other forms of entertainment cause the students to neglect their studies. This is not true, however, because even when rehearsing for a play, classes are attended. Furthermore, this year only one week has been given to the rehearsal and production of each play. There is, moreover, a marked benefit gained from the dramatic work itself. From the plays given, the student learns how to conduct himself in public; how to speak effectively; how to make his voice carry in a large room; and more than all, he gains self-confidence and poise, which are prerequisites of success. Taken all together, we feel that our dramatics, instead of being a hindrance in our school work, is a decidedly good influence. —D. B. L. 71JUNIOR “Charley's Aunt” was the play chosen by the class of '17 for the fifteenth annual Junior Play. Miss Kackley, who, last year, so admirably coached the cast for the “Passing of the Third Floor Back”, repeated her success in this year’s play. The story is laid at St. Ole’s College, Oxford, England, where Jack Chesney and Charlie Wykeham are students. The latter expects his aunt, Donna Lucia D’Alvadorez (whom he has never seen) from Brazil “where the nuts come from”. He decides to give a dinner party for Jack and their “best girls”. But alas! at the last moment a message arrives saying that the aunt is unable to come at the time decided on. The boys immediately dress Lord Babberly up as the aunt, and introduce “her” as such to the guests. Such a time as the two men have trying to keep the “aunt” from putting “her” arms around the girls! At an inopportune time the real aunt arrives with her ward, Ella Delahey, and then there is confusion! However, everything ends satisfactorily and they “all live happily ever after.” Maurice Birk, as Jack Chesney, made a decided hit with everyone. Combine splendid acting and good looks and one has a picture of him in the play. He was an ideal college student—and lover! The part of Charley was played by Paul Young. Everyone in the audience was delighted with the way in which he handled his part. It was worth the price of admission just to see Willard Gielow act the part of Lord Babberly, alias “Charley’s Aunt”. He was a scream! To watch him go through his amusing 72 PLAY antics and gestures was a real cure for the blues! But he could also be very dramatic when necessary, as when he met Ella, with whom he was in love. William Freyer handled the difficult role of the miserly Spettigue in a highly commendable manner. His acting was especially effective while he was trying to woo the “aunt”, and when he discovered his mistake. Harve Stanch field was a very dignified and stately Mr. Chesney, father of Jack. In the first part of the play he was somewhat mercenary; finally, however, he gave up the thot of marrying for money, and decided to marry for love, only to find that, in the end, he was receiving both. Raymond McIntyre and Jessel Salzberg were the butlers. Both carried their parts well, maintaining their traditional dignity under the most trying situations. The role of Donna Lucia D’Alvadorez was very well played by Miss Thelma Ledbetter. She is tall and dignified, and just the type for a wealthy, aristocratic aunt. Jack’s fiancee, Kitty Verdun, was Miss Hilda Aicher, while Charley’s affections were given to Amy Spettigue, played by Miss Alberta Leist. Both were most charming sweethearts and won the approval of the audience by their artistic acting. Miss Margaret Cole made an appealing appearance as Ella Delahey. Her winsome portrayal of Donna Lucia’s dainty ward was one of the delightful touches of the play. One of the original ideas of the class of ’17 was the matinee performance on Saturday afternoon. The fact that there was a crowd at both performances speaks well for the success of the play, both financially and dramatically.73THE FORTUNE HUNTER There is a saying that “Haste makes waste”, but this was finally disproved by the Senior Class of T6. when on the evening of March 16. 1916, they presented the “Fortune Hunter" after just one week's practice. The play is a comedy in four acts, which has been played recently by such stars as Barrymore. Farnum, and Ross, and which has a rich supply of humorous, as well as Intensely dramatic momenta In it. The story centers about a young man. Nat Duncan, who, being in financial difficulties, decides to go to a small town. and. by marrying the wealthiest girl there, becomes very rich himself. However, in trying to carry out this plan, he falls In love with the poorest girl, and finally, he marries for love Instead of for money. David Lilienthal earned more laurels for himself when he appeared as Nat Duncan. That it could not have been done any better, was the unanimous opinion of the audience. His acting, voice, and personal appearance were ideal for the part. Probably his best acting was in the first drug-store scene, although in every situation it was so good that we found it difficult to decide which really was the best. Next comes Miss Bather Rommel, cast as Betty Graham, the girl with whom Nat falls deeply in love. She was just as clever when she was the poor household drudge as when she was the beautiful, educated young lady, altho the types are distinctly different. Mi ss Rommel showed great dramatic ability, and won many honors for herself and for her class. The part of Henry Kellog was played by Leo Roscnak, who made a very fine young business man. However. Mr. Rosenak could be the jolly good fellow as well as the dignified financier, and played both with equal ease. Norman Reiher, as the kindly old druggist. Sam Graham, was excellent. His deep, rich voice carried well and lent the necessary pathos to the role, while his unfailing good humor and his optimism soon made this part a favorite one with the audience. Grant Mack was a very good Tracy Tanner, the liveryman’s son. who was desperately in love with Angie. He kept the audience in an uproar by his humorous speeches and actions, but when he tried to propose to his sweetheart and failed, everyone felt for him. Angie, Doris Card, was a very coquettish young lady, who really cared for Tracy but would not let him know it. Miss Gard. who has a very pleasing stage-appearance, played the part perfectly. Miss Edith Young took the part of the saucy, piquant and wealthy Josephine Lockwood. She was one of the best in the production. She openly flirted with Nat and finally had to do the proposing herself. But that didn't bother Edith; she went right In and made a success of it. "Bllnky” Lockwood, the banker and father of Josie. was played by Frank Riley. With his blink and slouchy walk, he was the picture of a miserly old man. at the head of the village "temperance" society. Roland Barnett, the clerk in the Lockwood bank, was Robert Blick. His Impersonation of the scheming, narrow-minded, cowardly village "dude" was something worth seeing. Bryan Sorge was cast as George Burnham, who tried to cheat Graham out of his invention.but was foiled by Nat r.nd Kellog. Bryan's voice and acting were just right for the '■art. Ixmis Flnske was a scream as Pete Wil’in , the sheriff who “wasn't afraid of anyone,—'ceptin' his wife!” l ouis acted the part naturally, getting Just the correct drawl to his voice. Stanley Cush was excellent as Mr. Sperry, the drummer, who almost persuaded the audience to buy goods of him. Arthur Keppen as Hi. and Bertram Sieb as Watty, were too funny for words. They were typical old village cronies, and were two of the best comedy parts in the play. The part of Willie Bartlett, the millionaire’s son. was taken by Vernon Claypool. Vernon, with his easy-going manners. English drawl, and monocle, made a big hit. Raymond Meese was a very obedient and dignified servant to Kellog. while Roy Johnson and Harold Fenton as Jim Long and Larry Miller were typical Wall Street clubmen. Misses Grace Kerrigan and Doris Lcvcnbcrg acted as companions to Angie and Josie in the second act. Aside from this excellent cast, coached by Miss Kackley. the remarkable stage-settings did much towards making the play the success that it was. In the first act. there was a sitting room, so comfortable that anyone would have been satisfied to have owned it. The settings winning the most praise, however, were those of the second and third acts. These represented drug-stores; the first, a dilapidated old place, and the latter, a modern one. with a complete soda fountain, and all the accompanying equipment. The audience fairly gasped with wonder at the transformation. The last act was an out-of-doors scene, which was also extremely effective. Taken as a whole, the play was a great success. A critic, sent by the "Dramatic Mirror" of New York, to review the play, declared It to be vastly superior to any amateur production, end better than most stock companies he had ever seen. From a man who is used to criticising professional productions, this praise Is most gratifying. 71CICERO PROGRAM (By Maude DeWitt) On February 10th. 1916. at an open mcetJng of the “Cavlcl Societas”, the Cicero class, aided by Miss Vail, presented before the members of the student body an interesting and entertaining program. This Is only one of the many plays or programs directed by Miss Vail, and even more credit than usual Is due her. since she originated It and carried out her own ideas. The play, the time of which was about 63 B. C.. dealt mainly with the discovery by Marcus Tullius Cicero of the Catilina-rian Conspiracy against the Roman State. But before being introduced to the great orator, the entire audience were participants in a trip thru ancient Rome, under the guidance of Tullia, a Roman girl. Thru her. whose part was admirably taken by Dorothy Martin, we made the acquaintance of the famous ruins, monuments, cathedrals. and even the "poplna", which we all had read about, but so few had seen. Cornelia, the wife of Caesar. miraculously arisen from the shades in the form of Ruth Burnham, gave a delightful picture of the life of Cicero, showing his political career and remarkable successes. And flnully Cicero himself appeared. He strode into the temple of Jupiter Strator, thought and perplexity written on his countenance. David Lllicnthal port rayed to a nicety the character and manner of the renowned orator. As he paced to and fro. and called upon Jupiter to save "res pub-lica", suddenly Fulvia rushed in to him. with definite news of Catiline’s conspiracy. She told of his plan to conduct civil war. and of his endeavor to overthrow the republic, thus gaining power and glory for himself. Cicero immediately called the senate together. Auspices, which proved favorable, were taken, after which Cato, one of the dignified and elder senators, explained to the new and unsophisticated, the workings of the legislative body. As he finished. Catiline himself entered. CO di immortales!”) When he took his seat, he was greeted by no one; none saluted him; but all vacated the benches surrounding him. Cicero’s anger and indignation arose to such a point that he lost his self-control, and broke forth into a fiery speech: "Quo u:que tandem abutere. Ca-tilina. patientia nostra? Quam din ctiam furor Iste tuns nos eludet?" Thruout, Catiline listened stolidly with no appearance of guilt, no show of defence. As Cicero finished, the conspirator stalked defiantly forth, followed at a distance by the amazed and angered senators. and by the consul. This was our last glimpse of Cicero. The story of his achievements in quelling the conspiracy, his consequent honor and glory, his final exile, return and execution at the hands of his enemies, were told by one of his wannest friends, Atticus. The play thruout gave evidence of much work and thought, both bceuusc of the reality afforded by costumes, statuary. Incense, and because of perfect interpretation and mastery of the various parts. The members of the cast, all of whom were deserving of much credit were: Cicero. David Lllienthal; Tullia, Dorothy Martin; Cornelia. Ruth Burnham; Fulvia, Thelma Ledbetter; Cato. Harold Wright; Catiline. Paul Young; Atticus. Robert Blick. 75OCIETY yareuiorh Until recently, social affairs under the auspices of the high school have been comparatively few. This last year, they have, however, taken a prominent place in our school life. To have a democratic social spirit in our school was the thing we wished for most of all, and we are very proud to know that this aim has been realized. The student body, as a whole, has striven to make our school affairs the successful events which they have been. Thus the mixers and dances and various parties have helped a great deal in bringing out the students to wholesome pleasure, under proper chaperonage and environment. Another reason for developing the social side of our natures is because of the splendid facilities which we have. We have the very best opportunity for doing this, because of our large reception hall and auditorium, and we are surely glad to be able to enjoy them. Some people may think that there are too many social good times and plays, and that these interfere with the regular school work. It is because of these enjoyable privileges, however, that the students take hold of their studies. If there were no pleasures to look forward to, much interest in M. C. High would be lost. Enthusiasm and “pep” are the things needed for a successful school, and these are stimulated by activities of school life. There isn’t a student or teacher up here who will not look back over this past school year with regret at having it fly into the past. But the memories of their good times recorded in the “Elstonian” of T6 will help them to live again the dear old days at M. C. H. S. 77 —E. R.THE YULETIDE MIXER, DECEMBER 11, 1916 After a week of mysterious posters, whispers and maneuvers, the school was invited to join with Mr. Iler-i old and his trusty committee for a good time. Promtly at eight-thirty, “Babe” Fogarty and J. Vernon Claypool led the grand march. After a “peppery” march, Rye Waltzes, old-fashioned games, and other amusements were in order. Then followed the best yell practise old M. C. H. S. has ever known. Our new leader, “Mick” McConnell, certainly entertained us and knew how to arouse every speck of school spirit by introducing and demonstrating some thrilling yells. Everyone bubbled with enthusiasm, which helped like everything to win the Niles game played the next night. The rest of the evening was spent in dancing and in various interesting stunts. The affair was so successful that it was voted to have another soon. THE VALENTINE MIXER, FEDRUARY 11, 1916 On February 11, 1916, occurred a “Heart’s Desire Mixer”. It surely was a “miscellaneous” evening. Games, dancing, and all kinds of fun were going on all the time. The assembly was beautifully decorated with hearts. Musical numbers and readings were rendered by various students, while Miss Pearson delighted us with her a;sthetic dancing. Nearly every high school student attended both of these Mixers. They all enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent. Mixers, because of their democratic nature, are getting to be the most popular of school activities, with the possible exception of the dances given by various organizations. The games furnish amusement for those who do not dance, and a general spirit of informality and good fellowship always prevails. There are whisperings in the air of another Mixer, a May party, to be given in a very short time. An entirely new and original program is to be worked out, to the delight of every person in M. C. High.THE SENIOR BANQUET, SEPTEMBER, 1915 How excited we Seniors were! In a few minutes, Dunlap’s big truck was to take us out to Pine Lake for a banquet and a good get-to-gether time, chaperoned by Miss Schilling and Mr. Wilson. The ride was over too soon. Before we knew it, we were at the rustic eating-place at Pine Lake. While waiting for dinner, we enjoyed dancing to a rather husky graphaphone, the only “canned” music in the place. Then came the sumptuous banquet, spread and served only as dusky folks can serve chicken. To be sure, “Issy” enjoyed two plates of goodies, but he doesn't know yet just what was the matter with the extra plate. Very few do, for it takes nerve to tell some things, and we hated to spoil his appetite. The moon that night was glorious, and those who ventured out on the lake noticed it particularly. For further information, see David. A motion was made and carried that we accept the invitation to dance at Waverly hall. Some walked; some rode; and some ran. When the bus came for us, after we had enjoyed the dance, we were not a bit sorry we took in the hop. The only fault to find was the after effects, noticed in our different classes the next day. Some were inclined to nod occasionally. It is hard to come back to “readin’ and writin’ ” after something as pleasurable and out of the ordinary as that picnic. BEACH PARTY OF THE JUNIOR PLAY CAST OF 1915. MAY 30, 1915 The Junior play cast of 1915 had a delightful party on the beach. We had loads of good things to eat and plenty of “pep.” After supper, we toasted marshmallows and gave selections from the play. Miss Schilling and Mr. Wilson chaperoned. DINNER PARTY OF THE JUNIOR PLAY CAST OF 1915. JANUARY, 1916 The cast was again entertained at a dinner party, given by the class president, Isadore Levine, at his home. Miss Olive Kackley was the guest of honor. After a sumptuous four-course dinner, music and dancing were enjoyed. Miss Kackley favored us with selections from “Peg O’ My Heart”, in which she had played. It was a most enjoyable reunion of the cast and especially did we appreciate the fact that our coach could be present. SENIOR DANCE. JANUARY 11, 1916 One of the most enjoyable dances we have had was that given by the Senior Class, after the Senior-Freshman Girls' basket ball game. About forty couples “tripped the light fantastic” to the music of the Mayer and Leist Orchestra. THE SENIOR CLASS PARTY TO ISADORE LEVINE (By Arthur Keppen) When the jolliest member of the party departs, the aspect of the remaining revelers becomes more somber. So it was with the Senior Class when we learned that our president, ring-leader in all our activities, was to leave for college. But what would be a fitting tribute? At the Senior Class meeting, a farewell party was decided on. and arrangements were made immediately. It was to be held on Friday night and for Seniors exclusively. It seemed as if months had passed wrhen Friday evening at last came around. There were only twenty-seven at the party, but they made up in pleasure for deficiency in attendance. The first number was a genuine self-starter, and tho it was interrupted every minute by Vernon Clay pool's request that “3-deep” be played, it was sufficient to rouse the dormant spirits of every one and convince them that a good time awaited their participation. This was followed by dancing— lessons,— (for only about five could really dance), during which the amateurs indulged in some practice that was not ridiculed. Finally Vernon's demand was satisfied, and the game surely came up to the standard. Even tho the floor was almost too slippery to make quick stops, it was in proper condition to produce spectacular effects. We shall leave that theory, however, to Mr. Murray to prove, since he is better qualified to judge. Then came renewed efforts at dancing and then the evening luncheon, which the committee had so laboriously prepared. If anybody did not have enough, it was no one's fault but his own, for there was much more ice-cream than could be eaten—much to the satisfaction of the Canditorium enthusiasts. After luncheon, the company was treated with toasts by Mr. Murray, Miss Vail, Issie, and Miss Fickle, altho the latter did not do her best! (Possibly she had eaten too much ice-cream.) From here we proceeded to the Assembly, where Miss Vail told us a ghost story that was so long it had no ending,—at least not the kind we expected it to have. And then after we had taken a long “march to Jerusalem”, we adjourned.THE SOPHOMORE-FRESHMAN PARTY October eighth is not a day to be forgotten by the members of the Sophomore and Freshman classes. For on this eventful day, Isaac C. Elston witnessed the third Sophomore-Freshman party. Under the supervision of the temporary chairman, Arthur Holden, the teachers, and the various persons acting on the many committees, we planned an enjoyable program, entitled “The Tournament”, centering around the customs described in Scott’s “Ivanhoe”. After the invitations were given to the Freshmen and escorts were appointed, October seventh closed with all the work completed. On the appointed night, all gathered in the West Assembly for the “Review of Knights and Ladies Fair”, or the grand march. During the ’’Assembly at the Lists”, we were shown an exhibit of wax dolls; the faults and virtues of each were pointed out by their proud owner, Mrs. Jar ley, and her daughter, Amelia Victoria. Mr. Keeler, Edwin Brown, and Theodore Rosenak favored us with short talks. Various games were played: the “Splintering of the Shields”, or cracker race; the “Challengers' Contest”, or fan-ball; the “Unknown Knight”, or “Blind Man’s BufT”, and a “Heps nwod drawkcab”, furnished much fun. At the “Melee”, or track meet, the Sophomores took the victory with spirited yells. The remainder of the evening was enjoyably spent in dancing, and in frequent attendance upon the “Division of Spoils”, the most popular feature of the tournament. —Hester Martin. THE ANTI-MASCULINE PARTY On February twenty-first, we girls of M. C. H. S. were to have a party which was to be unique, inasmuch as no boy or man was to have the honor of being invited. Of course, we were laughed at by the boys of the school,—but we knew, and they didn’t, what a good time we could have without them. Even the janitors had to keep out. The committee, Mary Flora Fogarty, Dorothy Martin, and Esther Rommel, did personal boosting. All the girls were impatiently waiting for the twenty-first. The young ladies were met at the doors, and after each had paid her dime, flag pasters were given out to the half of the crowd who were to play escort to the other half. The evening was one joyous uproar, from the time we entered till the doors were locked at eleven o’clock. We danced, played several very exciting games, had refreshments and in fact utilized every means of having one of the best times of our high school lives. The music was furnished by the Fogarty-Rommel orchestra, assisted by various other talented hands, who helped to mutilate a perfectly good dishpan. Thus the girls of M. C. H. S. showed their pep, and altho they agree that “Boys is Boys”—when it comes to having a real good time, it takes a bunch of girls. BOYS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION BANQUET For the purpose of promoting a feeling of good-fellowship and reviewing the past year's activities in athletics, as well as outlining the future, the Boys’ A. A. gave a banquet in the Christian church, March 23, 1916. The affair started at 6:30, and a good time was enjoyed by all. The feature of the evening, besides the meal, was a series of talks, given by students and certain members of the faculty. Mr. Murray acted as toastmaster, and a better one couldn’t have been found. The speeches given were as follows: Past Athletics, Vernon Claypool; Why M. C. H. S. Is a Loser, E. H. Ward; School Spirit, Ixmis Finske; Athletics of 1916, Frank Riley; Chances for Athletics in 1917, Wm. Brazzil; Pep Session, 0. McConnell; “0, Thank You”, L. Herrold. G. A. A. BANQUET. NOVEMBER 26. 1915 The Thanksgiving entertainment was planned by the girls of the Association. The ladies of the Christian Church prepared the delightful dinner. Toasts, yells and songs played an important part in this gathering. At a later hour, everyone went over to the M. C. H. S., where two teams played an exciting game. Dancing was in order after the game. JUNIOR CAST OF 1916 BANQUET On the fifteenth day of March 1916, the illustrious cast of “Charley’s Aunt”, the noted Junior Play, gave a banquet, entertaining their coach. Miss Olive Kackley, at the Fairview Hotel. A “sumptuous repast” was served. Between courses a poem was composed, running something like this: (First Spasm) Here’s to the cast of “Charley’s Aunt”, (Who never yet have known the word, “cant”) Long may they live and prosper. (Second Spasm) Here’s to the ones who drove away our blues, (Something, indeed, we were glad to lose) May their mirth ever create a like stir. Owing to the fact that we were more interested in “eats”, the “Spasms” were discontinued. After a good spread and lots of fun, we departed home. 10 —A. G. Leist.GLEE CLUB (By Doris Levenberg) The Glee Club, which Miss Whipple organized last year, is composed of members of the high school. It is directed by Miss Whipple and very ably accompanied on the piano by Miss Mathews. This year the club sang before the Teachers’ Institute, and at Miss Pearson’s Dance Festival. At the former, they sang “A Medley of Southern Songs” and “The Owl and the Pussy Cat”; while at the latter, “The Medley” and “Kathleen Mavourneen” were the selections. Altho there was very little time for rehearsals, both programs were well given, and were much enjoyed by the audiences. The twenty-four members of the Glee Club are the following: Sopranos Edith Young Ida Bloom Emma Jean Amt Dorothy Martin Anna Booth royd Margaret Cole Dorothy Wilcox Doris Levenberg Altos Esther Rommel Florence Smith Frieda Timm Ethel Nicklas Tenors Maurice Birk Willard Gielow David Lilienthal Warren Rogers Paul Young Robert Blick Basses Orien McConnell Bryan Sorge Vernon Claypool Isadore Levine Norman Reiher Ellis Powell S2THE HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA The orchestra is an organization of which the members of M. C. H. S. may well be proud. It is composed of twelve members, all of whom are real musicians, and is directed by Miss Whipple, who organized it several years ago. Ordinarily there is one rehearsal each week, but when they are to play for some event( which happens quite often) there are several extra rehearsals. During the present school year, the Orches- First Violin Thelma Ledbetter Elizabeth Youngnickel Eleanor Kromshinsky Maurice Rubin Doris Card tra played for the Junior and Senior Plays, and the Dance Festival. They always play the best music, such as “The Triumphal March" from “Aida", by Verdi; “Auf Wieder-sehen" from the “Blue Paradise"; “La Zarine” by Louis Ganne; “Venetian Summer Night” by Moskowski; and “Forest Dance" by Brahms. The following people are members of the Orchestra: Second Violin Harriet Linkemer Leslie Ruggles Vincent Timm Comet Trombone Drums, Traps Bernice Seiples Mr. Fuller Orland Banning 83CHORUS This year the choruses are divided into several groups. The 9-1 and 9-11 classes sing in separate divisions under the direction of Miss Staiger, accompanied by Lauraine Zahrn, who is well-known for her excellent playing. These classes sing such selections as “For-get-me-not”, “With Sheathed Swords”, and “When the Roses Bloom Again”,—music of the very best class. Then, from the upper classes, that is, the Sophomores and Juniors, the commencement chorus is selected, while the remaining pupils sing in a group by themselves. The former CLASS SONG (To Original Music) Our happy school days now are past, And our farewells we say at last. Tis not because we wish it so, But Father Time says we must go. To M. C. H. S., much we owe, And as through life we onward go, We’ll ne’er forget these four short years With all their happiness—and fears. “Whate’er our later lives may be We hope they may be worthy Thee”: This is the wish of ’16’s class. As out into the world we pass. And so, once more we say “Goodbye”; Goodbye to you, dear M. ( High. —Doris Levenberg. SINGING chorus is accompanied by our musician-teacher. Miss Mathews, while Emma Jean Amt plays for the latter. The chorus which will sing for the commencement exercises of the ’16 class, will render three excellent selections, chosen by Miss Whipple. The “Inflammatus” from “Stabat Mater” will be given first, and in this song, Miss Edith Young will have the solo part, “Greetings to Spring” by Strauss, ;.nd “The Miller’s Wooing” by Faning, will also be sung. The other upper-class chorus sings the “Anvil Chorus”, “The Children’s Hour”, and other first class music. SCHOOL DAYS (Tune of School Days) School Days! School Days! Dear old breaking rule days; Hist’ry and Latin and themes to write; Those problems for Physics were sure a fright! Then you and I were Seniors grand— Remember the time that we got canned! We were the best class in all the land. So here’s to you, nineteen-sixteen! School Days! School Days! Dear old “Golden Rule Days”; Dancer, and dates and our plays to give. That was the time when ’twas good to live. Those were the days when joy was ripe, Days without burdens, cares, or strife. The very best time of all our life We owe to you, M. C. H. S.! 84 —Doris Gard. EXTEMPORANEOUS SPEAKING CONTEST AND EAST CHICAGO DEBATE (By Vernon Clay pool) For the first time, our high school entered a team in the extemporaneous public speaking contest which the University of Chicago has held for the past fourteen years. It is open only to Seniors, and we sent able representatives in the person of David Lilienthal and Vernon Claypool. We also sent a delegate to the competitive Latin examination. Miss Maude DeWitt. She is an exceptional student of Latin; however, since no word has yet been received as to the result, we regret to be unable to announce her a winner. But come what may, we are proud of her. There were twenty-two cities represented in the public-speaking preliminary, out of which six were chosen for the finals. We placed seventh, after the judges had considered for an hour and a half. It was just a case of somebody having to be left out, but we did better than the average teams anyway. It was wholly extemporaneous and something which not only the school, but the boys, had never before attempted. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and we hope that next year the class of '17 can, by some means, get possession of that cup for a year. And why shouldn't they? Soon after the organization of the B. O. A., the Riley High School of East Chicago sent in a challenge to debate the question: “Resolved, that the U. S. form an alliance with the A. B. C. League of South America for the adjustment of international difficulties in Latin-America”. We chose the affirmative side, and a large proportion of the Association went into the preliminary. The successful contestants were chosen to speak in the following order: David Lilienthal, Maurice Birk, and Vernon Claypool. Arthur Keppen acted in the capacity of alternate, and Vernon Claypool was chosen captain. There were a number of hitches, but after the debate was well started, things went splendidly. Every one of our three boys not only did better than was anticipated, but represented the high school very' creditably. Although we lost by a two to one decision of the judges, it was very close, and a hard decision to render. Our boys claim that they should have had the decision; but. at any rate, they were certainly a credit to the high school. The outlook for next year promises that the department of oratory, speaking and debating will advance to the position it ought to hold. There is splendid material and enough to put out two good teams. A good start has been made, and we hope that nothing will mar the bright future which is looming up ahead of us. 85NORTHERN INDIANA ORATORICAL CONTEST (By Vernon Claypool) The one thing for which we do not have to offer any apologies, or explanations, and of which we may be justly proud, is the showing made by our high school representative at Gary, the latter part of May, 1915. For the first time, as far back as history recalls, M. C. H. S. not only secured a place in the finals, but in the person of David Lilienthal actually won the gold medal, the highest award given any high school boy in all Northern Indiana for oratory! An unusual interest was displayed by both boys and girls last year in the annual Oratorical Contest. In preceding years, it was difficult to scrape up two or three students for our preliminaries, but it seems that as soon as our 1916 Class was strong enough to assert itself, not only spirit, but quality, has been prominently displayed. Anyway, there were a dozen and a half well-trained aspirants, out of which to choose two people, a boy and a girl, to represent the school. Before a large and crowded auditorium, David Lilienthal and Hilda Aicher were chosen. It is certainly unnecessary to dwell at any length on the contest. We are not at all ashamed of the way Miss Aicher conducted herself, for she did splendidly, although she has nothing material to show for it. As for David, well, little Davy had the honor of being almost knocked to pieces while carried about on the shoulders of his schoolmates, after the decision of the judges was announced! Isadore Levine, the high cchool yell-master, directed the unusually large and enthusiastic bunch of rooters. As these pages go to press, the English department is being driven to distraction by the large number of competitors for this year’s honors who are bound, bent, and determined to uphold the school’s present high standard. We must admit that even outside the Senior Class, there is some splendid material right now which ought to develop into something worth while.87THE ROOTERS’ CLUB (By Orien McConnell) Orien McConnell, Yell Leader Early in the first semester of 1915, the student body held a mass meeting in the auditorium for the purpose of scraping together any amount of “pep” that could be unearthed. Some invisible hand raked around through the debris and the flood of real spirit that was found almost drowned the community. Orien McConnell was elected cheerleader and from then on, everybody seemed to have been stung by the Pep Bug and joined the “noise association". The Rooters’ Club was not an organized body, but nevertheless, they made as much noise as a mighty giant, with lungs as large and deep as Lake Michigan. If anyone says they didn’t he never heard them rattle off— U-rah-rah-rah, M—C—H—S, U-rah-rah-rah, M-C-H-S, U-rah-rah-rah, M—C—H—S, Hooray! We still believe Pancho Villa’s reason for raiding Columbus, N. M., was because the United States made too much noise. That noise came from the Michigan City High School Rooters’ Club. Though defeat generally camped on Michigan City’s score, the rooters were always loyal and supporting. Then came— Well! Well! Well! Who can tell. We may beat them, All to—well! well! well! Summing up all the good points, the rooters of M. C. H. S. can’t be beaten in the support they have given our athletic teams. (With “Mickey McConnell” to rattle up our dry bones, who could fail to respond with enthusiasm!—Editor.) 88THE BOYS’ ORATORICAL ASSOCIATION (By Maurice The average boy is eager to broaden his intellect along lines other than those prescribed by the regular high school curriculum; consequently, the students have manifested considerable interest in the organization of a society wherein current topics are discussed. In the fall of 1915, this idea was taken under serious consideration, and engineered by the diligent efforts of David Lilienthal and Vernon Clay-pool. An organization was soon founded which became known as the “Boys’ Oratorical Association”. To gain the most from an organization of this kind, it is necessary for each member to put forth his best effort; so it was workers and not shirkers, who were to determine the success of the Association. Realizing this dominant requirement for membership in the Association, the organizers set out to gain members who would fulfill the qualifications. With a scant membership in the beginning, the Association was formally organized, selecting Maurice Birk as President; Isadore Levine. Vice-President: Theodore Rosenak, Secretary and Treasurer. Upon Isadore Levine's departure from school, Vernon Clay pool was selected to act in the capacity of the former. One of the primary aims of the Association, besides furthering the knowledge of current topics, and promoting sociability, is to give the boys a practical understanding of parlia- Birk) mentary law, which is invaluable to every young man. regardless of his vocation. Mr. Parsons has done a great deal toward fostering the club, and to him the students are greatly indebted for his time and energy. A feature of this year’s work was a debate between the High School Debating team and East Chicago, on April 21st. Although defeated, the team, comprised of Vernon Claypool, Captain, David Lilienthal, Maurice Birk, and Arthur Keppen, all B O. A. men, made a good showing. The meetings take place semi-monthly, and from time to tine new members have been admitted, until now there is a total membership of nineteen. A student derives great benefits from an association of this kind, so the time spent in active participation therein can be considered time well spent.CAVICI SOCIETAS (By Robert Blick) This year proved the realization of a plan long desired, but never before undertaken, a Latin Society was formed. Ix»t us first consider our reason for starting this society: it was primarily to stimulate an interest, not alone in 1-atin. hut also in the history of the times when that language was spoken. This history is the background of many studies in both high school and college: very few courses exist in which this information is not of appreciable benefit. References to it are constantly met with in the literary. as well as in the professional, field. The name of the society was long pending. After great thot. we chose the name "Oavlci Societas". "Cavlci" is the combination of the first two letters of the three Ijitln authors studied In high school. Csesar. Virgil, and Cicero. “Societas'' is the Latin word for society. One of the desired results of the organization was the program, a dramatization of the life of Cicero, given by the Cicero class. This was both instructive and interesting to seekers of knowledge. The costumes and scenic effect transported the listener back to ancient times and gave him a lasting picture of them. sirous of joining it must have a certain scholastic standing in the I git in department: therefore, this makes the club a select one. Another feature was an Illustrated lecture given by Mr. Murray. He spoke in a very interesting fashion, of his trip thru Italy, dwelling chiefly on his travels thru Rome and other places, full of significant meaning to the I tin student. About every three weeks, other interesting programs have been presented by members of the society. Differing from other societies, this one requires that the person de- Mem be rs of the “Cavicl Societas": Harold Wright. Robert Illick. David Lilienthal. Ruth Rurnham. Dorothy Martin. Thelma Ledbetter. Marie Ake. Aline Lartholomew, Maurice Hirk. Leola Burkhart. Harry Krueger. Margaret Logman. Maude DeWitt, Vernon Claypool. Mollie Blum. Roy Johnson. Anna Fendt, Raymond Bennett. Anna Boothroyd. Hester Martin. Melba Bloo.nquist, Harold Mathias. Lilian Morton, I.elah Russel. Jcssel Salzbcrg. Marion Willson. Dorothy Woodson. Ix»is Watson. Clara Gocde. Krtha Lindenmeyer, Mary Furness. Irene Robinson. Arnold Westphall. Helen Spencer. Joyce Ballard. William Hildebrandt. Gertrude McCreadie, Luella Reinhart. Gertrude Selkirk. Dorothy Wilcox. Lucy Irion. CONSULTS CLAYPOOL ET LILIENTHAL © SC RIBA BARTHOLOMEW CAVICI SOCIETAS QUAESTO l B RfC ooTHE HIKERS The most interesting features of the Girls' Athletic Association activities were the hikes. Every two weeks the hikers met at the Library at 9:30 A. M. to take their long walks. The girls walk fifty miles each semester, and those who take these walks receive numerals. We first walked to Blair's sulphur springs, returning home by way of the Prison artesian wells, where we were shown around by the prisoners. The only misfortune of the day befell Miss Mathews, the chaperon, who was quite “stuck up”, and the general manager who slid from her throne of grace into the slimy sulphur springs. The hike ended at the home of Lois Watson, where the hikers were served refreshments by the officers of the Girls’ Athletic Association; namely, Lois Watson, President; Eva Coonrod, Vice-President, and Evalyn Moore, general manager. The second hike was to Vail’s pond, where the girls enjoyed a beefsteak fry. On the way home, they were entertainer at Burns; fresh cider was the menu. Miss Blair accompanied us to Grand Beach and proved (besides a lover of crabs) a delightful and entertaining chaperon. To Otis we walked and back again. Miss Schumann certainly can walk, and she likes Otis, too. Last, but not least, was the walk to LaPorte. We thank all who have entertained us along the way, and we thank our chaperons and welcome them all to our other hikes. We hope this feature of the association will be continued and will be taken advantage of each succeeding year by a larger number of the high school girls. The girls who received numerals the first semester are Marie Telschow, Lois Watson, Ruth Bloom, Evalyn Moore, Loretta Arnold, and Frieda Timm. THE HIKER.c ' 91THOUGHTS OX A PORE JOKE ‘‘I like fun and I like jokes, 'Bout as well as most o’ folks— Like my joke, and like my fun:— But a joke, I’ll say right here, ’S got some p’int—er I don’t keer Fer no joke that hain’t got none! I hain’t got no use. I’ll say, Fer a pore joke, anyway.” —James Whitcomb Riley I'ltd Ay a pedal per minion o The RnbbiM t trill Ctmpnrty. PabUsher Ft»m THE BIOGRAPHICAL EI)!now Capyrigbl If 13 A TRAGEDY I woke to look upon a face, Silent, white, and cold; Oh friend, the agony I felt Can never half be told! We lived together but a year; Too soon, it seemed, to see Those gentle hands outstretched and still, That toiled so hard for me. My waking thoughts had been for one Who now to sleep had dropped, ’Twas hard to realize, Oh friend, Mv INGERSOLL had stopped! —Ex. DEDICATED TO WARREN AND MARGARET It may be true that love is blind; This fact brings no surprise; But love should always bear in mind That others have good eyes. TO HELHENE MILLER From early dawn till setting sun, Up and down, and on the run, Set to the tune of “Going Some”, She chews, chews, chews on her chewing gum.SMILE. ANI) THE WORLD’S ALL FOR YOU. FROWN. AND THEY’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE. MAGAZINES Review of Reviews. —Week before exams. Success. —Trotting home with a favorable report card. Life. —Receiving diplomas in M. C. II. S. Auditorium. Century. —Time which seems to elapse during eighth period. Ladies’ World. —Dot Riley’s idea of Paradise. Literary Digest. —Our book devouring friend, Harold Wright. Green Book. —Owned by all the teachers. Independent. —Margaret Logman. Judge. —Mr. Murray. 95 Who helps the students all he can? Whether class, or base ball, play or plan. Who is an all-round right good man ? Tis MCM! On whom do frightened freshmen call When others hear them not at all? Who never lets our courage fall? Tis MCM! Who puts the students in his debt? Deserving more than he will get? Whom do we roast the most, and yet— Tis MCM ! —M. F. F. Miss Vail: “Lois, answer in Latin this ques- tion, ‘Are the girls of Italy beautiful?’” Lois W. (confusedly) “Yah!” WE GUARANTEE A CACKLE ON THIS, AT LEAST Babe Fogarty (at the library) : “Is The For- tune Hunter’ in?” Librarian: “No, it's still out”. Babe: “Well then, is The Passing of the Third Floor Back? ”1. Louis! Hut your red and white sweater on. quick! 2. "Mick" was some yeller in those days. too. 3. Our illuminous editor-in-chief. 4. It was by constant practice at this age that Edith acquired her vocal power. 5. Our sagacious business-manager. (Yes. that's him on the left.) 6. Photographer: “See the birdie?" And Dot’s been seeing birdies ever since. 7. Leo. once capt. of the infant-ry. has been demoted to bugler. 8. Ellis has just been told that Nellie will not be over this F. M. on account of having the colic. 9. Issic ns "Napoleon at the age of 3”. 10. "Bahe” is probably trying to kid the photographer. 11. The astute Junior President. 12. Ain't our V. P. cunnin'? 13. Our next year’s basket-ball "cap". 14. She holds the Juniors’ purse-strings. 15. It seems that the Jr. V. P. had just been chastised.Williams dE WITTE A G ± IW Rosen a k Eppei K T ELSCHOW Hirschman mEese G R EgER LE Ve XBERG spExcer Rommel s cuSh fEndt R El HER OORT 77 1.1 LI ENT HAL slLegar youNg rlIgk pOwell buRkhari jOhnson ki- Um SlEB A SHORT TRIP THRU M. C. H. S. (In words of one syllable, taken from “The Primer”.) Who is the man? He Is the prin-ci-pal. Does he frown all the time like that? No. When he play-s vol-ley ball at the Y he does not frown like that. Then why docs he frown now? Iie-oause if he does not. the stu-dent-s will smash the fur-ni-ture. chew the rad-i-ator-s, car-ry home the found-ations. or do so ne-thing slm-i-lar-ly cute. And why arc these an-i-nal-s here? To gain know-ledge. And what is know-ledge? t'now-ledge. my child, is the ab-sence of ig-nor-ance. Oh! Who is that ov-er there in that room shouting for help? That Is mere-ly Miss Fick-el. rc-cit-ing for her Eng-lish VIII class. • • -» • • What is this place? This is the gym-nas-l-um. Why is it a gym-nas-i-um ? No one knows. It is the on-ly one of its kind. What is it used for? To store lurn-ber. cough drops and na-ils, and al-so to play basket-ball in. What is bas-ket- ball? The art of bouncing an in-tla-ted bit of skin and rub-ber in-to your op-po-nents han-ds and hav-ing him disturb the air cur-rents in a cir-cu-lar ring by its means. Oh!—And how do the boys here play basket-ball? They don’t play it: the oth-er fell-ows do! Oh! Is there any-thing else you wish to know, most be-lov-ed? No. that is too much now. ART EXHIBIT NO. 42 Tillt "Proud Paftfwh" 7OUR CRAZY Qun m O « Useful Appliances Mote ----- NOT made IM C-ERMANY. THe periscope very u'sefu[ tn1 1 etK“ - iS ... leara- -- where-a.-beats teacher. 0 Q Ruhtsr Heels should cl I w aw £ be Wori CLS thev pre-vervt wa Kino u.t» trKc seniors in aSS'emb g. Lit erar If SKETCHES-BY-- A picture of our hew athletic coach, showing u.4 how to Majf ti«ld.lfc - dfc - iiiI'S • "ylews about the building KEUOil tcastuF CORN I fUKEsl 'THE autocrat or THE BREAKFAST .TABLE' " A si$n of the time. A view from a win' dow at Isaac c. Elston Hijjh Sch o«|. 1 Will use this cxira a r,a-v u wc5 1T little advice to the freshies. " To cuT iown oiv vour shavinfi ex -peases - trj'the- orabindtiori fff a. ■ little• credrn astd. the -fat uU caT 71 O Some prominent fe.a-u-rfcs tk» scenery tip aX ——— M C H S- THIS HAIP-Mat IT---P-yTOUR GRAVEYARD I wandered in a graveyard, As sad as sad could be. And all I had for comfort Was a distant memory. I had wearily started homeward. With many a bitter sigh. When a name I had known in childhood Suddenly caught my eye. For fifty years ago that day I had left our M. C. High: I was thinking of those happy times. And the friends of days gone by. • • • Here lies the body of Issy I evine, Who was killed while driving his Ford machine. A telephone pole did intervene-So now he'll never more be seen! Kathleen danced her whole life thru and when she died she said, "Sorry I hadn't time to dance that last one-step with Ed". To get her thru the Pearly Gates there was a great delay. Because with old Saint Peter she tried to dance away. Here lies the remains of Edith Young, Who many a beautiful song had sung. She sung and she "sang” Till the funeral bells rang. For the poor little girl had sung off her tongue. Another, and then another. By the light of the waning sun; I stayed my steps and read them. Read them one by one. • • • Right next to Edith's tomb we find The grave of our great master-mind; Our orator, and hero. too. The Fortune Hunter—loyal and true. One. two. three, four, five, six. seven. Stanley Cush has gone to Heaven! On earth are all the girls he loved— We wonder what he does above! • •••••• I wandered lonely as a cloud Into the graveyard deep. And there I found old Micky’s ghost Lying blissfully asleep. On waking up he stretched himself And said quite peevishly. “I died a death of over work: Go 'way and let me be!" —G.,K.,F. 99TO A. J. P He is a bachelor with a bachelor’s right, A man of consequence in our high school; Although a little shorter than the average height, He awes a class with stem and mighty rule. “The bell has rung”, he says in solemn tones, And off he goes and slams the glass hall door; Then gives a look that rattles all our bones, And opens up so wide one window more. And slowly from his pocket, kept with care, He takes at once that old recording book. “Who’s absent here to-day?” He o’er the class does stare, And scans each vacant seat with questioning look. Then, as he turns the pages in his text, He stands before the class and says, “Let’s see, The lesson will be twenty pages—next!” And then, poor book, oh, how we sigh at thee! Straightway, (oh horrors, how our hearts do quail!) “The following take their places at the board”, He says: and there we ro ofttimes to fail, When thus we write the knowledge we have stored. Although the years of youth will soon be past, And dates of history fill a ponderous book. We will remember him until the last, W’hen back upon our high school days we look. —Evalyn G. Moore. LITTLE SISTER AT SCHOOL (By Doris Gard) “Oh, Mamma! I had the bestest time—we wuz almost late, wuzn’t we, Jean? An’ jes' as we got set down, a nice big man with a bald head jes’ like Papa’s, punched a little button what looked like a n’electric light, an’ way down beneath a big bell rang—what sounded jes’ like the cow-bells out to Uncle Ezra’s farm, only worser. I yelled’n’ everyone laughed at me—an’ the nice man smiled at me, too—didn’t he, Jean? “’N then we all went down to a big stage, ‘n’ a pretty lady with a purple dress on, kept waving a funny little stick around in the air. An’ then the cow-bell rang again and we went down somemore to a room where another bald-headed man was pouring grape juice into a lot of little bottles. He had a big apron on what looked like oilcloth. I asked Jean ef it was to eat 'n’ then everyone giggled—didn’t they, Jean? “Pretty soon we went to a big room where a lot o' little stoves was settin’ on the table and there wuz a nice lady in there what looked like Aunt Matilda. She gave me some cake what a girl called “Babe” baked. It was awful good, only kinda hard an’ doughy inside—wasn’t it, Jean? “’N' then we went upstairs again to where a big tall lady with a lot of fluffy hair standin’ right up straight, wuz talkin' about Abraham Lincoln. I thot at first she meant Abraham Augustus Lincoln, what brings our clothes, but Jean said she meant President Lincoln. I suppose he wuz president of the Elks or sumpin’ like that. “’N’ then the bell rang again an’ everyone started to run, so I run too. ’N’ I bumped into the nicest man. He got real red an’ says—“Well, well, who ith thith?” Pretty soon Jean got me and she was gigglin’ real hard ’n’ ’pologizin’ to the nice man—I don't see why. Well, then we all corned home ’n’ I like school, 'n' I’m— Watcha all laughin’ at? I'm goin’ again, ain’t I, Jean?” )0A RHYME OF THE RAIL There was Harvey Stanch field, a man from the West, And walking down stairs he did greatly detest. So he slid down the rail, until stopped by a nail, And—you can imagine the rest! We observed a very touching scene the other day. A man in an extremely intoxicated condition was staggering down the street; yet he had not forgotten the Latin which he had learned in his better days, for he kept uttering that old familiar declension, “Hie, haec, hoc”. OUR DELIRIOUS SINGERS AND THE SUBJECT OF THEIR DELIRIUMS “I've a Garden in Sweden”...................Art Johnson “When Irish eyes are smiling”...............Babe Fogarty “When I was a dreamer” (which is about 25 hours a day)....................................Roy Johnson “How can I leave thee!”...................Warren Rogers ‘Wait till the sun shines, Nellie!”.........Ellis Powell “I'm the Guy!”..............................Bryan Sorge “I want to go back to Michigan”.............Miss Shilling “He comes up smiling”......................Mick McConnel “Dreaming”..................................Bud Kramer “Where is my wandering boy tonight?”........Eva Houser “Goodbye Girls, I’m through!”...............Leo Rosenak THE CREED OF THE FAITHFUL Don’t study when you're tired Or have something else to do. Don’t study when you’re happy For that will make you blue. Don’t study in the daytime. Don’t study in the night. But study all the other times With all your main and might. —Ex. SOFT JOBS (Seniors in search of a job, take special notice.) Sweeping the sun off the benches in the park. Picking the flowers off a century plant. Chewing icicles off the High School roof. Being janitor of an air castle. Being manicurist to an arm-less man. —♦— A DESCRIPTION OF LATIN (By a Caesar-haunted Soph) All the people dead who spoke it, All the people dead who wrote it, All the people die who learn it; Death is sweet; they surely earn it!THE DEI The condemned prisoner paced his cell feverishly. He would sit upon his cot for a moment, then rise and again pace the floor or peer out of the small barred window, looking with strained eyes for the first traces of the sun, when he was to be executed by the grim hand of the law. Soon the sun arose, and coldly and feebly shone thru the dark, gloomy clouds which overcast the sky. The convict heard the sound of foot-steps, the key grated in the lock, and the chaplain stood before him. This worthy attempted to console the prisoner, who now was perfectly silent and deep in thot. Silently he walked down the hall of death into the chamber of destruction. As he crossed the threshold, a chill ran thru his body, a flash of pain crossed his face, his teeth chattered, and he nearly collapsed. Before him stood a large, dark and foreboding chair, and connected with it, an apparatus that looked like a harness,—straps and belts which stood open, like fingers, clutching to draw him into death. Along the walls of the dark room were men. all with faces white and strained. The sheriff approached the prisoner and addressed him in a low monotone: “You have the right by law, to have any possible wish granted you before you are separated from your mortal life. What is your last request before you die?” A look of hope passed over the poor man’s visage; he straightened up, and to the amazement of all, a smile crossed his face, and he said: “Thank God, I can die happy. Let me in my last moments turn the pages of THE ELSTONIAN of 1916!” The book was procured, and the man, so near death, reviewed with delight the memories of his better days. “Ah, there’s me when I was a kid, thirty-six years ago; and there's Bill! He’s a railroad president now! And the jokes”—he said, as he turned to that department, while the straps were being tightened about him, “they were fine! Say, that cartoon’s a dandy, and here— “In Commercial Law: “Mr. Craig: ‘Leonard, distinguish between a plaintiff and a defendant’. Leonard: ‘I’m afraid I can’t’. VTH WISH “Mr. Craig: ‘Well, now, if I were suing vou, what would I be?’ “Leonard: ‘A sewer’ “Ha! Ha! Ha! That’s good,—and here’s a better one:” “Mr. Murray, (to Dot Riley) ‘What—’ ” With a sizz the sheriff threw over the switch; the straps creaked; the body writhed, then relaxed and was quiet. “Well, I’m glad that job's done!” commented the sheriff. “So am I,” answered the chaplain, “but on what page was that last joke? I want to finish it!” WHEN YOU WERE A FRESHIE DO YOU REMEMBER HOW LARGE YOUR HANDS AND FEET SEEMED THE FIRST TIME YOU WALKED ACROSS THE ASSEMBLY ROOM? 102103Whether you believe it or not, these are pictures of a few of our teachers some years back. We offer them without comment, for obvious reasons. Left to right. Upper—Miss Vail, Miss Whipple. Lower—Miss Peterson, Miss Haller. Someone wrote:—“I want what I want. If I can't have what I want, I don't want what you want me to want." We have what you want in house furnishings, no matter what that may be, at prices you would be ---------------------willing to pay-------------------- “You'll Like Trading With Taw ley Abbott" 621-631 i Franklin Street Michigan City business College Gets more positions for their students than any other school in Northern Indiana—because the business and shorthand courses are the very best and are taught by expert teachers. Many students who graduate from other colleges come here for a higher office course. Come and met the best. Call or write ns. ’Phone 1312 Michigan City Practical Busines College 104THE FRESH IE'S SURPRISE A Melodramatic Tragedy In Two Acts. Time............................................8:30 A. M. Place...............................Act I. In the lower hall Act II. In Mr. Murray’s office. Act I. Sidney McDonald, a superlatively verdant freshman, is seen throwing wads of paper on the floor, as the curtain rises. Mr. Herrold (a young teacher) : “Here! Pick up that paper!” Sidney (‘snippishly’) “I won’t do it!” Mr. H. “I said pick it up. Didn’t you hear me?” Sidney: “Yes, I heard you but I don't intend to pick it up— so there!” (Sidney moves down hall with Mr. H. in hot pursuit, who finally captures him by a wild grab at his collar.) Curtain Act II. Scene opens in Mr. Murray’s inner sanctum. Mr. M. “What did you mean by throwing paper on the floor?” Sidney: “I didn’t mean nothin'.” Mr. M. “Well, then, why didn’t you obey Mr. Herrold?” Sidney (surprised) “He hasn’t any right to tell me what to do.” Mr. M. “Oh yes, my child, any teacher has a right to command.” Sidney (becoming frightened) “Why—(tearfully)—I—I— didn’t know he was a teacher! I thought he was one of them Seniors, and I wasn't goin’ to take nothin’ from them.” (Profuse tears). Curtain MORAL: LOOKS ARE DECEIVING and young men who aim to teach should wear a mustache until they get grayhaired. 1 ADRIAN COLLEGE ADRIAN, MICHIGAN THE second oldest co-education-il college in the United States, offers exceptionally strong attractions to the student seeking a college education, and the largest possible preparation for life. Its beautiful situation, strong faculty, educational prestige, all make it a desirable school. Its charges are very reasonable. It embraces three schools: the school of literature, language and arts, the conservatory of music, and the school of fine arts, each leading to its appropriate degree. Graduates may receive State Teachers Certificates, transferable to seventeen states in the Union. Write or send for catalogue. A. F. HESS, Ph. D., President We Carry a Complete Line of M. C. H. S. Seal Rings, Pins, Pennants, Bracelets, Etc. AT REASONABLE PRICES Call and See Our Special Offer of Large Seal Rings at 75c BECKS JEWELRY COMPANY There is a connection between your pedals and your pocket. You won’t pay out your good notes for shoes unless the quality is in harmony with the price. Feallock’sshoe quality is a combination of style, comfort and service, and represent perfect harmony in every respect. Foot Note, FEALL0CK’S STORE 05NATURALLY Miss Vail (in Chaucer Class) : “Yes, in the Prologue they cantered to Canterbury—and the tales followed!” Riley (rushing up to Miss Peterson): “Oh, Miss Peterson, have you bought your tickets for the Senior Benefit yet?” Miss Peterson (wearily) : “Y-e-s”. Dot (innocently) : “Well, that’s too bad. I was going to give you a couple”. Little Will, whose last name’s Tell Pushed his sister in a well; Mother said, in drawing water, “My, it’s hard to raise a daughter!’ -Ex. Song of Donnelly Leeds, the speed demon, when, covered with grease, after oiling his machine, he progresses down the hall: “Oily to bed, and oily to rise, Is the fate of a man when an auto he drives”. RELIEF Bryan: “When I sing, I get tears in my eyes. What can I do for this?” Norman R. “Stuff cotton in your ears”. (Now you see why the S. S. 0. S. S. was formed.) He thought his little gift would please; It only made her sore; He hadn’t taken off the tag, “From Wool worth’s ten-cent store”. —Ex. Cseesar is dead and buried, And so is Cicero, And where these two old sports have gone I wish their works would go. —Ex. Admiring youth: “What would you advise me to do first in order to become an orator?” David L. “Get a job addressing envelopes”. BARTHOLOMEW CO. Bicycles and Sporting Goods SPRUCE UP! Unsurpassed Line of Millinery at It is a Joke Weaver’s Millinery E-Z CLEANERS New Citizens Bank Building 114 W. 4th St. Phone 1613 hull l.ine Stamped Linens, Embroidery Cottons and Crochet Cottons 02-MM FRANKLIN STREET M. KROMSHINSKY The Home of Hart Scbaffner Mar and the Famous Stylcplus $17.00 Clothing I guarantee everything I aell and cheerfully refund money if your purchase proves not satisfactory. —I CARRY A COMPLETE LINE OF MEN’S SHOES— 06Ode to Raymond Bennett Ramie sometimes gets real rough An’ tells somebody they’re real tough; Oh! Ramie’s full of little tricks, “Ain’t he cute? He's only six’’. Was there ever such a slave As our poor, hard-working Dave? He works for this class day and night! But he doesn’t make much noise, As would many other boys, If they were put for long in such a plight. THIS JOKE MAKES OUR JOKE DEPARTMENT COMPLETE (It’s a FORD joke) Miss Haller: “Name the parts of an ice-cream freezer’’. Kathleen M.: “Well,—a tin can,—and a crank, and—” Freshman (disgusted) : “She asked the parts of an ice- cream freezer, not a FORD”. COMING TO THE POINT Our Specialties— General Cold Storage Fancy Ice Cream Distilled Water Distilled Water Ice Queen and Murphy Coal Pittsburgh Coke COLD STORAGE COMPANY Michigan City, Indiana Telephone ISO Corner Eighth and Michigan Streets 107OUR MASTERPIECE OF POETIC ENDEAVOR To Issie’s Auto I ? ! —May we hear its toot In time to scoot! Some of our people, Warren and Margaret, for instance, should join the President’s diplomatic corps. 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Ralph Precious. What student is first in the school? Donnelly I,eeds. What student is never wrong? Harold Wright. What student is of smallest importance? Alberta Leist. What student has a perfect temper? Donald Steele. What student is rather noisy? Alice Howell. What student ought to have his eyes tended to? Edward Blinks. HOW PERFECTLY SHOCKING! Mr. McClellen gave the following problem to his Physics class to be worked. “How deep is a dam, which is fifty feet wide, and seventy feet long?” After a terrible attempt to obtain the correct result, which few of the class were able to get, a pretty white hand was raised and the sweet melodramatic voice of Doris Card said: “Mr. McClellen, I can’t get that dam example!” CAESAR’S VERSION OF A WELL-KNOWN DITTY This little poem was brought back from America by Caesar after his second conquest of that country. Caesar says that it expresses wonderfully the savage wild independence of the Americans. The fact that it is written partly in English, shows how quickly the great general could learn languages. This is the poem: A puer stood on the deckibus burnorum Eating peanuttia by the peckorum Et when asked eum why he did not go Dixit, “Ego amo my peanuttia so!” —M. F. W. The CALUMET BUSINESS COLLEGE ASSOCIATION With Schools at Gary, Hammond and LaPorte is Receiving Calls for More Stenographers and Bookkeepers Than Can Be Supplied SPECIAL DEMAND FOR HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES ..Call or Write. LaPorte Business College Madison Lincoln Way LaPorte, Ind. NOVA 424 Franklin Street NOVA BATHS bring the advantage of the famous health resorts right to your door. An inspection of our neat and complete institution is cordially invited. Let us show you the delight of a really clean skin and body freed of retained poisons. Our beauty parlor fills a long felt want. $ BATHS Michigan City, Ind. RATES: Standard Nova Bath $1 Let us tell you about it. Electric Light Bath $1.50 Our sleep inviting beds are free to our patrons-Special treatment and Sweedish Massage 52.00 Beauty Parlor .... Shower Bath - - 25c Tub Bath - - 25c Alcohol Rub - 25c CHIROPODY All operations and treatments at usual prices.A DREAM (By Melba Bloomquist and Marion Willson) One warm day in June, I was sitting by the Appian Way, and the solitude of the tombs, combined with the drowsy buzzing of the bees, must have put me to sleep, for suddenly I seemed to be in Ancient Rome. It was not the Rome I was now visiting with its old ruins, but the beautiful imperial city, which the Ciesars had known. I seemed to be in the Forum, and as I gazed into the faces of the people surging past me, I was greatly surprised to see that I knew some of them. Upon the rostrum I beheld Marie Ake. She was talking loudly, but, instead of explaining the methods of Socrates and Diogenes, she was calling loudly for “Votes for Women". This was too much for me and turning away, I bumped into a man wearing an iron mask. “Who are you?" I asked, upon seeing such a strange spectacle. “Why, don’t you remember me? I’m David Lilienthal. I’m wearing this horrible mask because the unappreciative Romans have grown tired of hearing me deliver so many orations". He looked rather sad as he said this and, as he moved away, I called after him. “How’s Edith?" but he had disappeared into the crowd. On a wall I saw the announcement that the Olympic Games were being held at the Colosseum. I went there and was very much surprised when I saw Roy Johnson and Jessel Salzberg carry off the honors in one of the foot-races. I can assure you that it was very exciting. Among the bold and daring gladiators I recognized Raymond Bennett. He fought the lions and tigers most bravely. Between acts. Hester Martin and Lillian Morton danced much to the delight of the audience. I also learned that they danced regularly at a nearby cafe. After the dancing, Dorothy Woodson announced that Virgil would read some of his original poetry, and who should appear but Vernon Claypool! His poetry might have been all right, had we been deaf, but as we weren’t, we didn’t allow him to read very long. As I passed out of the Colosseum, I saw a procession marching under the triumphal arch. It was led by Robert Blick, the returned conqueror of Gaul, with his many captives. As I passed by the dark, dreary Career, I heard a piteous wailing within. I asked a passerby what it was and he said, “0, that’s Marion Willson! She insisted on carving poetry all over the columns of the temples and public buildings and she was such a nuisance that Caesar has had her locked up". Next I passed the Atrium of the Vestal Virgins and looking in, was astonished to see the priestesses, Ruth Burnham, Thelma Ledbetter. Aline Bartholomew. and Margaret Logman, bending over the altar. They said they had been disappointed in love, had given up all hopes, and so had taken the veil. A strange thing about most of the people was that they used ponies in reading texts. Even Miss Vail used ponies, but they weren’t Latin Ponies; they were Shetlands. As I wandered about, I found many more of my schoolmates. Harold Wright was the reigning Ca sar, and Dorothy Martin the daughter of Cicero. In the midst of this enjoyment at seeing my old friends. I was suddenly brot back to earth and realized it was only a dream. (Read before the Cavici Societas.) C ass Pins Class Rings High School Pins and Rings Let us figure on your class pin order. We make the college kind. Walter H. Mellor, JEWELER The HALL MARK Store, Telephone 444 517 Franklin Street Engraved Visiting Cards Stationery I nvi tat ions noSOME THINGS WE LIKE We like the Castle Clip the girls are wearing. It alleviates our grief for the poor unfortunates in Europe to consider that we have troubles of our own. We like to see Hellyne Miller chew gum—allatime! We like the way Mickey acts in class—it takes us back to the days of our childhood. We like to hear Mr. Parsons say, “The following take the board”. (That is, when we have our lesson, and feel real brave.) We like to hear our girls say, “Atta boy, ol’ girl!” It sounds so ladylike! We like to see Miss Shilling blush every time the bell from Mr. Murray’s office rings. The pink fits into the color scheme so nicely. Yah—we like all these things and lots others. Oh indeed! —F. —♦— ADVERTISEMENTS Mellin’s Baby Food.............. Colgate’s Tooth Paste - - - - Walkover Shoes.................. Melba Face Powder - - - - - Canthrox Hair Tonic............. Kuppenheimer Clothes - - - - Peroxide ....................... Webster’s Dictionary............ Henry Son Lumber Co. - - - Larkin Mucilage................. University of Michigan - - - - Francis Frame Margaret Cole Harold Nugent Elinda Miller Kathleen Martin Stanley Cush Sue Seeger Norman Reiher Mildred Riley Nellie and Ellis Esther Rommel A CARDLESS CARD OF THANKS We wish to extend thanks to those thoughtful individuals whose chief aim and desire in life is to spring jokes during a recitation. Miss Vail: “What would you say of Emerson’s aphorism, ‘If you trust men they will be true to you?’ ” Louis Finske: “I would say that Emerson never kept a grocery”. WILLIS-KNIGHT OVERLAND Phone 101 G. O. REED, Local Dealer BEFORE YOU BUILD COME AND SEE US Michigan City Lumber and Coal Company Phone 92 V. W. YOUNG, Mgr. illLITTLE GRAINS OF KNOWLEDGE (Gathered from the various courses in our Curriculum.) PHYSICS (This is a complete course). Wasted Work—Playing a hand organ before a deaf and dumb asylum. The Standard Meter (Meeting Nellie)—Ellis Powell. Definition of Density—Mr. Parson’s I’. S. History Class. Units of Work—Harold Wright and Robert Blick. Definition of Power—(A Freshman’s view) Mr. Murray. Perpetual Motion—Hehylneine Miller’s jaws. Magnets—Dave and Edith. The Simple Telephone—Inquire of Margaret and Warren. Vacuum—A large empty place where the pope lives. COMMERCIAL GEOGRAPHY A mountain pass is a pass given by a railroad to its employees so that they can spend their vacation in the mountains. CHEMISTRY Water is a colorless fluid which turns black when the hands are placed in it. U. S. HISTORY Georgia was founded by people who had been executed. LaSalle came to America in five ships, but they were stricken with disease, so only three could go on. HISTORY The pyramids of Egypt are practically stationary. Monasticism is a shut-up place where the monks live. The Crusades were a hike to the Holy Land. Hieroglyphics were some men that ruled the people. Stoics were the gable ends of a Greek temple. CIVICS The government of England is a limited mockery. DOMESTIC SCIENCE The three most important food matters are: Breakfast. Dinner and Supper. LATIN A translation. “When Cicero delivered this oration he was a prefix”. ENGLISH “A horse! A horse! My Fliver’s got a blow out!” —King Richard III. “What a piece of cheese is man!” —Hamlet. BOTANY When do the leaves begin to turn? The night before exams. COURSE IN ZOOLOGY There are 9,489,962 pores in a fly. If you don’t believe it. you can count them vourself. GEOMETRY The sides of an isosceles triangle are coincides. Come Here For Photographic Supplies Our Store is the Mecca for All Amateur Photographers Our line of Ansco Photo Supplies is complete. We have the Ansco. the Amateur Camera of Professional Quality. And there is the Buster Brown family, from $2.(X) up. Ansco Film, the original, genuine anil perfect film Cyko, the prize winning photographic paper And buck of all is our unqualified guarantee COME IN. LOOK FOR THE ANSCO SIGN KRAMER'S PHARMACY Corner Ninth and Franklin Street 112Did you ever— See the dimples on Ruth Burnham’s face? Or wonder who’d be Edith's next case? Or imagine that Elsie could win in a race? What! Never? That’s strange. Did you ever— Force out a laugh at Bryan’s pun? Or wonder when Ellis and Nellie’d be one? Or if Doris Card could weigh a ton? What! Never? That’s strange. Did you ever— See Donnelly on time for school ? Or Harold Wright breaking a rule? Or Mickey McConnell not acting a fool? What! Never? That’s strange. Did you ever— See Helyne without any gum? Or wonder why Margaret looks so glum? Or if vacation ever would come? What! Never? That’s strange. IN MEMORIAM FOOTBALL Bom, 1901. Flourished, 1904-1911. Taken ill, 1911-1913. Died, 1914. Exhumed and reburied, 1915. ENGRAVING £ CHICAGO % jVJakers of 2 Highest Quality ; '" ? : Desipps and Plates - for Collepc and Hiph School Annuals ° ° h BRANCH OFFICES ATLANTA COLUMBUS DAVENPORT DES MOINES MINNEAPOLIS-SO. BEND 4 113DEEP—VERY DEEP Leo: “I got an anonymous letter this morning". Ted: "Who from?" Advice to Freshman boys: You must shave eventually. Why not now? The only time we don’t appreciate an encore is at the end of a term’s work. Edith and Esther found themselves next to one another at a dinner party and immediately became confidential. “Babe told me that you told her that secret I told you not to tell to her”, whispered Esther. "Oh, isn’t she the mean thing!" gasped Edith. "Why, I told her not to tell you!” "Well", returned Esther, "I told her I wouldn’t tell you that she told me—so don’t tell her I did". HOW LOGICAL! Mr. Parsons, in U. S. History: "Why would the Democratic Party have died out if President Wilson had signed the Immigration Bill?" Mollie B. "It would have kept the ignorant people out and therefore there would be less Democrats". My geometry ’tis of thee. Thou book of misery, Of thee I sing; I hate thy curves and angles, Thy squares and thy new fangles, Thy pentagons and rectangles. Thy chalk and string! —Ex. SOME Feet Discussing poetry and poetic feet in English V; Miss Fickel, pointing to an anapestic foot on the board: "What kind of a foot is that?" Dayton Brown: "Antiseptic". The Photographic Work in This Annual Was Made By E. C. Calvert Studio : : At 617 Franklin Street IIigh-grade photographs. Prices rea- sonable and satisfaction guaranteed. Make An Appointment CALVERT STUDIO 114CLARENCE! Mr. Wilson, in Algebra III, to Clarence Kramer: “Clarence, point off 345954.6734". Clarence (answering immediately) : “You go to—(great suspense—pause—then roaring and laughter)—“well, you go two points to the left of the decimal". BY THEIR NOISE YE SHALL KNOW THEM Corridor of High School. First Soph: “Say, don’t those Seniors make you sick? The way they strut around and demonstrate their ignorance! It seems to me that eleven years of school would knock something into their heads". Second Soph: “Same here. And say, let me tell you something. The next time one of those animated statues of Socrates starts bossing me,—do you understand—the next time— F. S. “Yes". S. S. “The next time, I'm going to hit one of those dignified phonographs so hard that his face will look like—" F. S. (excitedly) “Jiggers, here comes one now!" S. S. “Gee, that was a narrow escape! Let’s vanish!" (exit) —L. —♦— SETTLING CONFLICTS Mr. Murray: “If we put Physics at 8:45, what is your conflict?" Dot R. “With breakfast". Mr. Parsons is my shepherd; I shall not pass. He maketh me most deeply humiliated. He leadeth me into paths of deep understanding; he exposeth my ignorance. Yea, though I walk through the hall with my history book in my hand, I cannot bluff him. He giveth me a bawling-out in the presence of my classmates. My thoughts are of nothing but history. Surely Parsons and history shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the history room forever. THE CITIZENS BANK Michigan City’s Largest and Finest Financial Instituion OFFICERS C. E. ARNT. President A. C. WEILER, Cashier J. C. PITCSH, Vice President G. E. RAKER, Asst. Cashier You have read in the magazines and musical reviews of Thomas A. Edison’s new invention. We hold a license to demonstrate and sell The NEW EDISON We invite all music lovers to visit our store and become familiar with Edison’s new art, whereby he actually Re-Creates all forms of music THE HOME OF THE EDISON FAWLEY ABBOTT 621 Franklin Street 115SEPTEMBER 7. —School again with all its joys—and conflicts. Great foot ball prospects in our Fresh class, the maximum stature being four feet, nine inches. And so cute! 8. —Getting settled. (The smallest Freshman that ever was seen in M. C. H. S. was reported as having been seen, his stature being four foot, five inches short. We won’t believe it until we have seen it, however.) 9. —Dot Riley starts the season by getting bawled-out in the assembly. 15.—It is probably the fault of our eyesight, but we have not seen Warren and Margaret together this year. We won-de.- whether we should get nose glasses, or those new fangled tortoise shells. 1G.—By investigation we learn that it is not our faulty eyesight, but an actual fact. 0 di immortales! 20.—Senior Banquet at Pine Lake. Had a ripping time, —stumbled into a barb-wire fence. 26.—Babe takes an ambulance ride to hospital—therefore she’s minus her appendix. i MICHIGAN CITY Y. M. C. A. ANNUAL RATES: Sustaining - $25 Businessmen’s $15 Regular - - $10 Social i I cn Intermediate - $6 Boys’ - - - $5 IDLE HOUR THEATRE THE HOME OF SUNLIGHT PICTURES DAILY MATINEES 1 p. m. to 5 p. m. THE BEST PHOTOPLAYS ONLYOCTOBER 1. —Health talk by Dr. Reed—on milk. Dr. Reed: “The most valuable possession we have is life." Issy whispers to Dave, “Oh, I don't know; there's my Ford”. 2. —Mr. Murray talks to the boys on project of a band— and smoking near the school building. 4. —Fire Prevention Themes due in English classes! 6. —Issy sports a beauty of a black eye. Tried to tell us it’s all the go now, but we decline to follow the fad. 7. —“Riley Day” Program. 8. —Freshman-Sophomore Party. 20. —First staff meeting. 21. —Some poor, over-enthusiastic dubs put a 1916 banner on the wires. Mr. M. and the janitors all wrought up. Class meeting—looks bad for us. 22. —Well, no banners up this morning. 23. —Same this A. M. That’s another scare that’s over. But it was a narrow skweak. • 25. —Warren and Margaret seen together again. Makes the old place seem natural once more. 27.—No school Thursday and Friday. Oh! the weeping and the wailing! NOVEMBER 1.—Back again. 5. —Mr. Parsons: “Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?” Raymond F. “At the bottom”. 12.—Staff meeting. Everything’s 0. K. now. The annual will be put out, altho it’s going to be a close rub. 26. —G. A. A. Banquet. DECEMBER 2.—Babe comes back—minus the same appendix. 11—The first Mixer. All hail to Mr. Herrold. 12.—We beat Niles! Jinx formally buried. 14.—Judge Tuthill gives us a speech on “Keep Your Eyes Off the Clock”. We surely need it. 16.—Levine, Rogers. Lilienthal, and Sorge sing at Star-land for the Elstonian Fund—however, they made good their escape! 24.—Glenn Rolston gets “Kidnapped”. 26.—Interesting debate in lower hall. Question: Re- solved ; That sewing circles are more beneficial for the i We are head-to-foot outfitters for the whole family. Z£ 17 ..THE... RELIABLEupbuilding of young manhood than is the playing of foot ball. Supported by Donovan McAuliffe. Negatived by Daniel Striebel. Result: Donovan sticks out his tongue at Danny. Danny screams. Both flee. 31.—Ho Hum! Nothing to do till next year. JANUARY 3. —Back from Xmas Vacation. Bell now on the table. All the assembly teachers start for the wall, to the amusement of the students. 4. —Many ill with the Grippe or La Grippe or La Grip or —well, they’re sick, anyway. The place is so empty it looks as if there were a circus in town. We have the chills ourself. 7.—LaPorte beats M. C. 39-11. Ain’t they the mean things! 10.—Miss Kackley arrives to coach the Junior Play, “Charley’s Aunt’’. 16. —Exams coming tomorrow. Ruth Burnham (in Cicero Class) : “Miss Vail, what is the best way to prepare for an examination in Cicero?” Miss Vail (noticing smiles from students in David Lilienthal's vicinity): “Well, David, how would you answer that question ?” David (mournfully): “The best way to prepare, I be- lieve, is to pray!” 17. —Exams. For the first time, no one is exempted from exams. Oh, joy! 20. —Reunion of ’16 Junior Play Cast at Levine’s home. Miss Kackley guest of honor. 21. —.Junior Play, “Charley’s Aunt”. 24.—Exams over! And now we have four months In which to cram Our heads chuck full For the next exam. FEBRUARY 9.—Norman Reiher wears his hair parted on the right side. 10. —Norman has it a la pompadour. 11. —Well, today it’s parted on the left side. 12. —Thank Heavens! This time he forgot to comb his hair. They tell us Norman has this quotation in his bed-room: “Variety is the spice of hair-dressing.” —Shakespeare. 20th CENTURY STORE Smart Wear for Women, Misses, Juniors and Children • —STEIN— PARIS FASHIONS GIFT BOOKS We have an especially large and attractive line of graduation gift books. Books in which to write the record of those golden school days, which are too soon forgotten. Especially appropriate for graduation gifts. Otfice Equipment Co. Telephone 1690 725 Franklin St. 18Lincoln’s birthday. No school. Wish there had been more Unions to save. 13. —Latin Program. Ruth Burnham wiggles her toes out of her sandles, to the glee of the assembled multitude. 14. —The Seniors learn about electricity and are shocked by their knowledge. 28.—Mr. McClellen (in Physics) : “Yes, some musical instruments are the bassoon, the bugle, the oboae and many others”. Thelma L. “What is a hobo?” MARCH 3. —Nothing doing. 4. —Nor today. 5. —Ditto. 7. —Miss Blair (in English II) : “What does Nero remind you of?” Mary Stinchcomb: “A dog”. 8. —Decide to give a Senior Play. Will present “The Fortune Hunter” under direction of Miss Kackley. 9. —Dot Riley. Shelley and Ethel Benford are each minus one good eye. We wonder how it started. 16. —Senior Play, “The Fortune Hunter”. Declared the greatest amateur theatrical ever produced in the auditorium. We modestly admit it. 17. —Eyelids of Senior Play-Cast heavy. Miss Vail: “Are there any questions on the assign- ment?” Doris Gard (waking from nap) : “What page is it on?” 21. —First day of Spring. Such sarcasm! 22. —Well, it looks today as if we would have Spring after all. Oh, Spring, tra-la. —In the Spring a young— 23. —Bang! Snow up to your hips. Winter again. Well, all right, we’ll quote something from Whittier’s “Snow Bound”, But— 24. —Spring again. But no tra-la-la for us. We have the old snow-shovel out and all ready for action to-morrow. APRIL 10.—Great Scandal! Harold Wright gets an eighth period! Nothing can phase us now! Whew! 14.—Dave and Vernon go to the U. of C. extemporaneous speaking contest. Get seventh place. 17.—Debate team rehearses speeches before school, pre- THIS EDITION OF THE ELSTONIAN" IS FROM THE DISPATCH PRESS AND IS A SAMPLE OF THE CLASS OF WORK OUR JOB DEPARTMENT IS PREPARED TO TURN OUT By the way—are you a subscriber to “ The Evening Dispatch ?” ALL THE NEWS.WORTH PRINTING Ten cents a week delivered to your home liminary to going to East Chicago. 18.—Elstonian to press! 20. —East Chicago defeats our debating team. 21. —Cement demonstration for the manual training department. Very concrete explanation. 24.—The report cards appear and cause various emotions. 28.—Inter-class track meet. Juniors win, with the Seniors three points behind. MAY 2.—Health stereopticon views. 4. —Senior Program, “The Great Sxhlntz Mystery!” 5. —May Mixer. Dorothy Martin crowned “Queenk of May”. Preliminary Oratorical Contest. 7.—Final Oratorical. Harold Wright and Doris Gard selected. 12.—Frosh Frolic. 18. —Junior Class Program. Mick’s pent-up soul is relieved. Miss Vail’s seventh period will probably be quiet for a time. 19. —Second Anti-Masculine Party. 20. —Northern Indiana Athletic and Oratorical League Meet at South Bend. 31.—Good-bye girls, Good-bye boys, Good-bye all— We’re Through. JUNE 9 1.—Junior Reception.  


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