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' ' .v-ir ■i ■ ., s-v • - ,■ . : Ji ■ ■ ■ The Emersonian VOLUME VI PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS’ ASSOCIATION EMERSON COLLEGE OE ORATORY BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS ®0 “IJopgp” tofjosfe gruff kinblines;s anb gentle fatberliness babe enbeareb bint to eberpone in emersion. 3n appreciation of bis constant SerbtceS anb totUing response to tbe bemanbs mabe upon bim bp all of us in bis cbosen task, toe bebicate tbis bolume as a token of esteem to Ssteacfjar Clbrtbge EDITORS ®fjt (Emersonian Poarii Editor-i n-C hief Jessie Isabelle Dalton Assistant Editor-in-Chief Martha Lela Carey Associate Editors Mia Stanton Bertha McDonough Minnie Bell Frazine Art Editor Amelia Myel Green Associate Art Editors Riiea Evalynn Ashley J. Ethelwyn Cunningham Helen Hubbard Clara M. Theisen Business Manager Allene Buckhout Content PAGE Alumni Ill Associations 94-98 Athletics 92-93 Classes 54-68 College Events 110 Dedication 5 Dramatics 86-91 Emerson College Magazine ... 85 Fun 112-115 Junior Week 83-84 Lectures and Recitals 82 Literature 69-76 Ninteen Hundred and Thirteen . . 30-53 Officers of the College and Faculty 9-29 Poetry 77-81 Societies 99-109 ©ur CeacfierS tobo babe fielpeb us, bp gibing expression to our un= bebelopeb potentialitiesi, to ftnb our true SelbeS anb in tf )t finbtng, to fit ourselbes to carrp on tfjcir bital toorfe of Soul culture. GTbrougb tfje incibental tasks tofjtcfj mustneebs be tebtous, tbep babe persebereb, gibing us guibance anb birection in tbe path of lUfe until toe babe reacljeb tbe tbresbolb of that ball of Serbtce tobere toe map trp to carrp out tbeir precepts. ®bep babe taugbt us tbe supreme balue of perSon= alitp linfeeb toitb training, to bolb btgb tbe Stanbarb of expert abilitp jotneb toitb personal inspiration. HENRY LAWRENCE SOUTHWICK PRESIDENT f HARRY SEYMOUR ROSS DEAN ALLEN ARTHUR STOCKDALE CHAPLAIN WILLIAM HOWLAND KENNY TECHNIQUE OF THE VOICE CHARLES WINSLOW KIDDER vocal physiology; hygiene of the voice; acoustics WALTER BRADLEY TRIPP DRAMATIC INTERPRETATION; HISTORY OF THE DRAMA; IMPERSONATION WILLIAM G. WARD, A. M. ENGLISH LITERATURE; PSYCHOLOGY SILAS A. ALDEN, M. D. APPLIED ANATOMY; HYGIENE; PHYSICAL TRAINING PRISCILLA C. PUFFER gesture; elocution ELSIE R. RIDDELL gymnastics; fencing; aesthetic dancing HARRIET C. SLEIGHT anatomy; physiology; hygiene LILIA ESTELLE SMITH HISTORY OF EDUCATION; PEDAGOGY; SCHOOL MANAGEMENT EL VIE BURNETT WILLARD LYCEUM AND CONCERT READING; INSTRUCTOR IN REPERTOIRE FOSS LAMPRELL WHITNEY PERSONAL CRITICISM; EVOLUTION OF EXPRESSION GERTRUDE McQUESTEN TECHNIQUE OF THE VOICE; ARTICULATION GERTRUDE M. CHAMBERLIN BROWNING AND TENNYSON MAUD GATCHELL HICKS DRAMATIC LITERATURE AND INTERPRETATION AGNES KNOX BLACK LITERARY INTERPRETATION; ANALYSIS; READING AS A FINE ART EBEN CHARLTON BLACK, A. M., LL. D. POETICS; ENGLISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE ROBERT HOWES BURNHAM DRAMATIC TRAINING; MAKE-UP Senior ©fftcera: Amelia Myel Green .... President Frederick R. Dixon .... Vice-President Martha Lela Carey .... Secretary Mary Shambach Treasurer Class Colors Red and White Class Flower Carnation Class Cheer Chic-a Chac-a Chie Chic-a Chac-a Cho Nineteen Thirteen E. C. O. Mentors Ho! Hook anti pou shall beholb an arrap of faces tofncf) habe selbom before been Seen altogether in one group. h, pes, ask the ipresibent of the Mentor Class hobo many times she has been able to gather us all before her. Put nobo, in this our gallerp, boe are bohere toe cannot run aboap. S pou turn the pages pou catch us unatoares, anb no longer can rehearsals be our plea for escape. i?o, toe are here, looking our best, too, anb it is thus toe booulb habe pou remember us, for after our trials anb tribulations of Commencement, boe shall not look so inspiring as boe bo nobo. o, turn, Sngutsttor! anb let the fullness of our faces, the lustre of our epes anb calm repose of manner remain in pour mem= orp as tppifping the brilliant anb capable class of 1913 Amelia Myrl Green, St. John, New Brunswick, Canada Class President, ’13 Amelia Green, oh who has seen A dearer, sweeter girl? Would that all Life’s announcements Could be made by Myrl. A Model Girl Frederick R. Dixon, South Gastonbury, Vermont He was one of the men of our Senior Class, You know we had but two, But we used him to advantage As Bianca in “The Shrew.” Funny Romeo Doings Mary Ellen Shambach, Espy, Pennsylvania President of Student Association, ’13 Class Treasurer, T3 It’s a lovely name, is Mary — And she is truly named; For she was the living presence Of that for which we aimed. Makes Everything Satisfactory 32 ] Martha Lela Carey, Lumberville, Pennsylvania Class Secretary, ’13 Stunt Committee, ’12 Prom Committee, ’12 Assistant Editor-in-Chief of Year Book, ’13 Like to a delicate blue harebell, Deep-rooted with strength of stem, And a fragrance ever reaching To the hearts of her fellowmen. Recitals Ever Appalling Lillian Marie Anne, AA S Barron, Wisconsin Junior Stunt Committee, ’12 Lovely Lady Lillian, Ready to make excuse, Somehow with the hearts of men, She played the very deuce. Magnanimous, Loyal, Conscientious Rhea Evalynn Ashley, AA4 Middletown, New York Class Vice-President, ’10 She was the one with the big brown eyes, Hair with a bit of curl, Gazing from under the shepherdess hat, Just a bewitching girl. Liked Matinees Awfully [33 Interesting While Bostoning Elizabeth Lorraine Beattie KTX Rochester, New York Ah, our Betty sure is Irish, As her rich color shows; She’s a big heart and beauty and talent, That everybody knows. Erin’s Laughing Belle Laura Elizabeth Bell. Z t H Enosburg Falls, Vermont Bessie Bell from cold Vermont, With her piquant pug of hair, Was ever ready for a romp An’ wouldn’t take a dare. Inez Washburn Bassett, Middleboro, Massachusetts If you’re looking for a reader, Inez Bassett knows a store, For she’s known here at the College, As “the girl with the repertoire.” Loves Every Body 34 ] Mary F. Blanchet, Manchester. New Hampshire As Araminta with ruffles and curls, With wiggles and giggles, too, She played her part in the Garrick play, With a touch that sure rang true. Mighty Few Blunders Disa Eleanor Brackett, t Mr Roxbury, Massachusetts Student Council, ’ll Chairman of Junior Prom, ’12 Commencement Committee, ’13 Now, what do you think of Disa, In giving us such a shock, She must place her own name in Brackets for sure, And take Allen in wedlock. Helen Brewer, $Mr Bar Harbor, Maine Class Treasurer, ’ll, ’12 Prom Committee, ’12 Deserves Eternal Bliss There’s such a charm about her, We couldn’t get on without her, Her ways boyish, mad, and bold. Strung upon a thread of gold. Heart Breaker [ 35 ] Ethel Currie Brooks, Cambridge, Massachusetts Prom Committee, ’12 Mrs. Brooks deserted her books, A college bride to be; Wonder if she’ll stop as Senior Or come back as a P. G. Eloping College Bride Laughing, Mischievous “Bud” Allene Buckhout, Ossining, New York Chairman Stunt Committee, ’12 Magazine Board, ’12 Y. W. C. A. Vice-President ’12 Stunt Committee, ’13 Secretary Students’ Association, ’13 Business Manager of Year Book, ’13 Mighty frank, I tell you what, But underneath somewhere, There’s a touch of poetry, That makes her mighty fair. Lillian Marie Brown, Massachusetts “Bud” we were wont to call her, She won out in comedy stroke, Her first success was Chrysos, And her last a Rev. joke. Astoundingly Brainy 36 ] Lillian R. Carlen, Winthrop Centre, Massachusetts Endowment Committee, ’12 Prom Committee, ’12 Lady Lillian dines at the Plaza, To opera and theatre goes, If dramatics is your subject, It’s Lillian who always knows. Likely Literary Contributor Mabelle Maxine Clow, Rochester, New Hampshire An arm and a hand in a curved line, A body poised on two small feet, • A dizzying dance, and a ballet gown, And you see this maid complete. Likes Rich Chaps Lillian Lee Clark, Niantic, Connecticut Endowment Committee, ’ll Stunt Committee, ’13 Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, ’13 Magazine Reporter, ’13 His name is ever on her lips, Yes, ever and anon — But will anybody tell me Just who is this man, “John”? [37 Manipulating Much Coquetry Mary A. Cody, Cambridge, Massachusetts Class Vice-President, ’12 Class Marshal, ’12 Commencement Committee, ’13 She’s as sweet and neat and simple As a daisy in the sun, “Yet what a queenly Marshal!” Was the comment from everyone. Manages Any Concern J. Ethelwynn Cunningham, Toronto, Canada There is something very lovely In this versatile maid from the North; We wonder which of Life’s games she’ll win, This pretty, pouty Ethelwynn. Judiciously Expressed Comradeship Jessie Isabelle Dalton, Long Branch, New Jersey Class President, ’ll Stunt Committee, ’ll Student Council, ’12 Editor-in-Chief of Year Book, ’13 From college infancy to college old age, We have somehow waited for “Jess” To jump to her feet with words of advice, In our moments of direst distress. Jolly, Impulsive, Domestic [ 38 ] I J. Docia Dodd, Vaughn, Washington Oh, yes, Docia loved the sweetheart role, She impassioned it for sure, But we owe lots to Docia, True prophecies and — figure. Joyfully Doing Duties X. Druscilla Dodson, Burns, Oregon Some rich treasures were given you, Drucie, When into this world you came, But everyone of us wonders Who gave you your funny name. Let X = Dainty Dresser Bernice Mildred Durgin, Strafford, New Hampshire What a service you did render To the girls in Normal Class, By the way you kept the roll call, But that’s what let some pass. [39 Beyond Much Description Dorothy Elderdice, A. B., Z t H Westminster, Maryland Dorothy, rosy cheeked maiden, We’ll remember you the best, As winning the first prize offered For the annual story contest. Delightful, Enthusiastic Alice Love Esmond, AA t Oneonta, New York I know a girl with a heart of gold, And a mind that acts as but few, And I know that I’ll always remember her And love her well. Won’t you? Aesthetic Little Elf Alice May Faulkner, KTX Lewiston, Maine Alice went three years to the B. U. When she first came down from Maine, Then she was very retiring, Now she raises Cain. A Merry Funmaker [ 40 ] Eva Eleanor Felker, Burlington, Iowa Poor little Eva! She would insist That her voice was a horrid one ; And when all vowed it wasn’t so, She still thought them making fun. Caroline Woods Ferris, Los Angeles, California At college her theatric instinct Has won her a world of fame, But otherwheres that same instinct Is called by another name. Ever-Eating Fiji Cumbered With Fascinations Abbie May Fowler, AA h Rome, New York Stunt Committee, ’ll Chairman of Junior Week, ’12 Blonde hair, dressed high and a stunning gown, As stunning as ever you’ve seen; In the realm of social life and whirl. She was a very queen. [ 41 ] A Majestic Figure Bertha F. M. Gorman, Charlottetown, P. E. I., Canada Ask Bert to learn a dozen lines. She has trouble to memorize, But let her make the whole thing up, And at once she’ll improvise. Ever Reaping Good Alice Gertrude Green, Lakeland, Florida With thoughts on the Southland (and perhaps someone else) ; For one seldom saw her an hour Without a monstrous big bouquet, Or at least one little flower. Been Fortunate, Much Gain Emile Rounsevel Goss, Bernard, Vermont Associate Editor of Magazine, ’12, ’13 This good girl we can remember, As one who was ever kind; It was she who always kept the names, Of her sick classmates in mind. A Gracious Giver [ 42 ] Clara B. Gunderson, Huron, South Dakota As she was walking in the Gardens Those late September days, Her mass of hair more glorious seemed Beneath the sun’s bright rays. Couldn’t Be Graver Leila D. Harris, $Mr Champlain, Illinois This lady loved her fellowmen ; Loved them all to such excess That everyone was “Honey,” (One “Honeyer” we confess). Loves Dancing Hours Florence Southward Hinckley, Z4 H Everett, Massachusetts Junior Prom Committee, ’12 She’s a very little person, you know, With a voice so sweet and clear and low; She’s a bit of a tease and a bit of a flirt, But she never says things that really hurt. Fortune Surely Hovers [ 43 ] Helen Hubbard, Stamford, New York Class Secretary, ’ll Like the morning-glory, Was this child with the mocking eyes, Yet down beneath those glances Something lovely lies. Happy Hearted Myrtie May Hutchinson, ZOH Melrose, Massachusetts Wasn’t it pleasant in those old days, To look across the aisle, And see Myrtie sitting there With her slow sweet smile. Making Many Happy Nella Kingsbury, Boston, Massachusetts I think that everyone of us, Will remember through all his days That Nella sought out the good part In each of us to praise. Neighborly Kindness 44 ] Amy Loyola La Vigne Rochester, New York A Lovable Lass Helen E. Leavitt, AA l Cambridge, Massachusetts A most decided person, With a medical turn of mind, But if hair and eyes mean anything, She’s some thoughts of another kind. Harbors Eternal Love Ida Matilda Leslie, Halifax, N. S., Canada This girl as a loyal patriot Is the greatest you ever saw. On the slightest provocation She shouts “Canada! Hurrah!” She is generally known as attractive, With a dancing eye and a smile, But the friends who really know her, See beneath all, a girl worth while. [45 Indeed Most Logical Rushes Mails (?) Wildly Vera S. MacDonald, Allston, Massachusetts She played Romeo and Juliet, With abandon quite amazing; Ah, Vera, if you’d always work You’d set us all a-praising. Ruth Margery West, 4 Mr Shelburne, Vermont She had the sweetest manners, Yet search the zenith round, When ’twas time for a rehearsal West wasn’t to be found. Isabel L. MacGregor, Riverport, N. S., Canada A man “who would a-wooing go,” Might apply to Miss MacGregor, For Saunders won his lassie so, And lived in peace forever. Veritable Society Muse Incorrigible Lively Minx [ 46 ] Jean MacLatchy, Campbellton, N. B., Canada You remember Jean MacLatchy, That canny little Scott, Who read those lines for Mrs. Hicks The rest of us could not. Jaunty Maid Anna Maude MacLean, Charlottetown, P. E. I., Canada Another Canadian damsel Is our Maude with demure little ways; “None knew her but to love her, None named her but to praise.” A Mild Miss Jessie Mackenzie Matheson, Plainfield, N. S., Canada Class Secretary, ’12 Y. W. C. A. Secretary, ’12 President Y. W. C. A., ’13 There’s a memory very tender, That comes to mind with Jean, A something that’s felt within you, But seldom if ever seen. Jovial Merry Mortal [47 Phyllis L. Moorehead, Indiana, Pennsylvania A glance at this fair maiden, With her happy, smiling face, And we understand why Phyllis Means simplicity and grace. Pretty Little Maiden Olive Olga Newton, Z t H Athol, Massachusetts She had such pretty color, And a mighty winning way; You know hers was the leading part In the commencement play. Our Own Nonpareil Evelyn Rees Norcross, Washington, District of Columbia Chairman Stunt Committee, ’13 A literary lass, indeed, Witness the Senior stunt, One who in the world of letters Is sure to reach the front. Elicits Real Notability [ 48 ] Evelyn Catherine Oalkers, KTX North Tonawanda, New York Junior Stunt Committee, ’ll Senior Stunt Committee, ’12 Class Secretary, ’12 Commencement Committee, ’13 “In the morning, oh, so early,” Her voice sounded down the hall. She’s brim full of life and action Tho’ she isn’t very tall. Exemplary, Capable, Optimistic Pearl Aldana Parsley, Williamsburg, Virginia Secretary of Y. W. C. A., ’12 Treasurer of Y. W. C. A , ’13 Not always do we find a name That really suits a girl, But the fairies must have whispered When this babe was christened Pearl. Practical, Amiable, Philosophical Alice I. Pearson, Newton Centre, Massachusetts Gracious, graceful Alice, Pearson was her other name. When it came to a stage picture She really deserved a frame. [49 An Imposing Princess M. Josephine Penick, Martin, Tennessee We all remember her teaching. Her mental grasp on things; Her mind disposed of the subject While we were trying our wings. v Might Join Politics Mary Boyd Persinger, Z t H Birmingham, Alabama “That regal, indolent air she had, So confident of her charm,” Yet her smile was sweet, you remember, Though she didn’t mean to harm. Majestic Beauty Pictured Blanche L. Phillips, Berkshire, New York Poor Phipsy! One night of her college life We know she will not forget — The night she never went to bed, Blue Book!!! Romeo and Juliet!!! Black Lashes Play [ 50 ] Lillian Porter, Dallas, Texas Tall she was and very slender, This story-telling muse, Wit h a lilting, lighting comedy That made the powers enthuse. Loves Pickaninnies (?) Wayne W. Putnam, Cheer Leader, ’13 Wooster, Ohio Mr. Putnam came out of the West, Out of the West where the sun goes down; And surely no one will ever forget How he acted in Boston Town. Women Wait Patiently Allie Haley Rice, Riceville, Tennessee A maid with a voice like Omar That hinted at tragic woe; Yet there was fun about her, She played “Tony,” don’t you know. A Haughty Reserve [ 51 ] Mary W. Safford, Cambridge, Massachusetts Always thoughtful for the student That had a hill to climb; She headed the list for our scholarship fund, We’ll not forget that time. Marshals Woman Suffrage Clara M. Theisen, Z t H Minneapolis, Minnesota How she tried to be an angel In the Physical Culture Class! And how she read “Sister Beatrice,” In a way not to surpass! Considers Men Tiresome (?) Edith Rosanna Walton, Strandsburg, Pennsylvania If you want her for rehearsal, she is always there; If you want her to play “Tony” she assumes a “Tony” air. She is ready in recitals or to teach in Normal Class; One can truly say of Edith, “A dependable lass.” Ever Ready Waiter [ 52 ] Marjorie M. Westcott, Z t H Richford, New York Fortunately for Marjorie, She usually drew a part That called for a rose and a Meredith curl, And some business about a heart. Mysteriously Managed Work Julia Jeannette Wiggins, Jefferson, Iowa Your “Mrs. H.” was clever indeed, Poor, “would-be” and pompous old soul; And we quite agreed with Professor Tripp That you were the best in that role. Justice Judiciously Wrought Rose Johnson Willis, Z I H Norfolk, Virginia A daughter of the South she was, With chestnut eyes and hair; We never could explain it — but We felt sure when Rose was there. [53 Right Jolly Witch Junior €Hf iters Mildred Johnson President Mattie Riseley Vice-President Sadie O’Connell Treasurer .Laura Curtis Secretary Class Flower Jonquil Class Colors Green and Gold Class Cheer Rifty, Rafty, Riff Raff Chifty, Chafty, Chiff Chaff Riff Raff Chiff Chaff Let us give a horse laff Haw Juniors! [ 54 ] Hr Class Statistics bC o bJD cc o -2 5 -4-3 G ’3j o JS .£ •53 o3 G H3 X O o 3 c3 o o o G O 3 O CG 3 CG o h-P c3 o cj a 1 o bO c a b c cj go CG DQ 2 C c - g g - n cj g o £ ► »■£ S d b£ cj c £ » CG O o 2 m G w ' G -G G .2 43 G + .2 S G, O Ph Jg -14 G O O m a . 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mattie lovejoy, albert russell mace, louise 1. macdonald, c. jean mac gill, genevieve m. marrinan, nelly meredith, laura mae miller, may m. morrison, gertrude neel, ethel mallor peak, theodosia s. perry, beatriee elinor ramsey, helen pritchard scott, edith r. small, grace eleanor smith, albert francis smith, helen moss southwick, ruth Sturdivant, elizabeth m. vincent, marion f. waterhouse, gladysmae b Westbrook, florence [ 58 ] tfje pu$e page fresfyman impressions before coming to college the prospective emersbn freshman is visited by many strange and beautiful dreams she sees herself walking up and down the narrow crooked streets in the very steps of the nation’s greatest she sees herself in various places of historic interest and last but not least she sees herself in college she has visions of long study hours as well as of midnight spreads and hazings but the time of dreams passes quickly by and freshman finds herself in boston the city of her fond hopes as well as of baked beans and culture on the day be- fore the opening of school as she leaves the train she gives one bewildered look at it the station and the narrow crooked streets and alleys which lead everywhere and nowhere at one and the same time and then spying a taxi she jumps in and with a thankful heart pronounces the magic word emerson chauffeur bows and freshman rides to the college in state there she meets the president and dean and then begins the hunt for a room they send an older girl with a list of available rooms with her and they start bravely forth she prefers to carry her suit-case and umbrella for they seem to give her something tangible to grasp her companion talks about the college as she skillfully guides her around they are forced to wander over considerable territory and oh that suit-case some rooms are dark others have no heat more than that she wants emersonians in the house with her and then they find a room that seems just right but soon find that the chafing-dish is debarred now every college freshman knows that she simply cannot exist without it and so the search is resumed but all troubles quickly pass and she finds a room and room-mate that just suit Irel- and then she goes back again to the office as quickly as possible upon being asked if she is not satisfied with her place she replies yes thank you i have my room and i like it very much but i want to buy some college stationery she is promptly accommodated and then with a thumping little heart and hurried glances in all directions at the numbers over each and every door she finds her way back to her own room and begins to write letters to the folks at home she cries herself to sleep that night and the next morning is ready to start upon her college career so having gone through all of the pre- liminary stages of homesickness she goes down early to perform the sacred duty of registration there she finds a vast crowd assembled for the old students are arriving and such a grand hand-shaking and embracing laughing and talking you never saw unless you too have been an emerson freshman the voices and laugh- ter run the entire gamut of the musical scale and every principle of expression ever heard or dreamed of in our philoso- phy is put into practice on the spot ani- mation and volume are perhaps the most noticeable characteristics every few min- utes another girl arrives and then occurs what might be called a vital slide at any rate they reach her side promptly everyone is bubbling over with the joy of getting back and as freshman watches their brightness and courtesy as well as jollity she feels much better and reflects that at one time they too were new and strange but she is not alone with her feelings of strangeness there are many others in fact all about these little groups of girls there is a sort of fringe of new homesick ones and freshman takes her place in the fringe about two feet from everyone she endeavors to look unconcerned and indifferent but finds it next to impossible however she keeps very quiet even when spoken to and she answers everything as briefly as possible for unfortunately there is no handbook of freshman etiquette published and as she does not at that early date k now the kind of hazing current at emerson she feels that discretion is the better part of valor and so maintains silence even if the seniors do look sane and seem friendly Minnie Bell Frazine, ’15 $o£it (graiiuate ©fhcers Helena B. Churchill .... President Abbie Ball Vice-President i Winifred Bent Secretary Ruth Watts Treasurer Class Colors Gold and White Class Flower Yellow Rose Class Cheer Hipsa, Miliga, Halliga, Sopsa Hipsa, He, Hao We are the Class of 1912 We are so E-M-E-R-S-O-N ’12 — ’12 — ’ 12 ! Helena B. Churchill, Minneapolis, Minnesota Stunt Committee, ’12 Commencement Committee, ’12 Class President, ’13 In a gym suit of green, the greatest you’ve seen, There never was another On young or old or timid or bold, As that one worn by “mother.” Abbie Anne Ball, Millington, Quebec, Canada Class Vice-President, ’13 O thou masculine mind, what a woman thou art, And how thou dost love repartee, And maybe that is the reason Why they’re (?) all so afraid of thee. Winifred Hamilton Bent, Z t H West Somerville, Massachusetts Class Vice-President, ’12 Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, ’ll, ’12 Stunt Committee, ’ll Class Secretary, T3 If the work piles high and you’ve so many lines To learn, that you get the dumps, Do as W did and go to bed With an awful case of mumps. Rachel Alverda Kanaar, B. A., M. A. It was she who could wear a cap and gown And a hood with a kind of “frieze,” For she’s traveled and studied the country o’er, And those stripes stand for degrees. Edna Delphin Case, Blossbury, Pennsylvania Student Council, ’ll President of Y. W. C. A. Class Treasurer, ’13 Student Council, ’13 T2 Avillian! A very villian! Who’d believe it in this Case? She’s a good girl in Y. W., But when she plays, there is no trace. Olive B. Clark, AA$ Milford, New Hampshire This is the age when much beauty is false, And one’s hair is not always her own; So when a girl has a wealth of hair, As has Olive, it ought to be known. [ 63 ] Mary M. Sullivan, Westerly, Rhode Island “Bobby,” you’re just the cutest thing; We can see you yet, as you sat On the floor, in “The Game of Comedy,” And naively asked, “How’s that?” Deana Mary Coad, Livermore, Pennsylvania Why did you shock your home folk so? That joke was too sinister. Next time you tell them such a tale, Don’t make it a minister. Anna M. Keck, Z t H Johnstown, New York Stunt Committee, ’10 Junior Week Committee, ’ll Endowment Committee, ’ll Cheer Leader, ’ll, ’12, ’13 Ann has wide perspective On matters of right and wrong, And in some of the Brown- — studies Those opinions were pretty strong. [ 64 ] Ruth Beth Watts, Z t H Dover, New Jersey Class Treasurer, ’13 One would think Ruth had lived among English lords, The kind who are regular “fops,” For without any effort, it seems that both Their swagger and speech she adopts. Jean Carlyle Welsh, Gorham, New Hampshire How we shivered and shook behind our book And sought to get under cover, When you pictured that day, in your grue- some way, The madness of “Porphyria’s lover.” Neva Ferne Walters, West Pittston, Pennsylvania Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, ’13 Class Sergeant-at-Arms, ’13 Perhaps we’ll best remember you Throughout our future days, As the girl who laughingly tossed her head And had such coquettish ways. Lillian R. Hartigan, t Mr Brookline, Massachusetts Class Treasurer, TO Class Vice-President, ’ll Stunt Committee, ’ll Commencement Committee, ’12 Assistant Business Manager of the Year Book, ’ll Business Manager of the Year Book, ’12 Lillian, who poses for pictures, And Lillian, the juvenile lead. When Lillian isn’t talking, She’s going against her creed. Alberta Frances Black, Ashland, Maine ’Tis she whom theFresh feared while they loved, For she was a “ substitute.” Tho her black eyes danced, her lips were firm; So they sought for good repute. Josephine W. Whitaker, Arlington, Massachusetts Some are here to be teachers, Some are here to shirk, Some aim for the stage or platform; But she’s here ’cause she loves the work. Marguerite Ray Albertson, t Mr, Bridgeton, New Jersey iPosSt (Sraii fHemories The end, alas, is drawing near; There is no doubt in it, no fear; Yet sad that we so soon must go, Forever out from E. C. O. We gather, so it doth appear, From North and South, from far and near, And bring together what we may To fashion ’gainst the going ’way. Some bring spontaneous youth and joy That serious work cannot destroy ; Nor Time, nor Place, nor Circumstance Can suggest a thoughtful inward glance. Others, the earnest, serious side Of life portray, whate’er betide; And ones on whom we may depend To be just and fair and the truth defend. The hazy mist of Evolution, Julius Caesar and Burke’s Oration, Physical Culture and Milton and Chaucer, We worry through and understand after. On another rung we place our foot, In the ladder of fame we’re climbing up. The speaker, hearer, subject, too, And this is Forensics, through and through. Oh, that with every Class you might share The joy of analyzing “Vanity Fair.” The nights of sleeplessness, days of woe; “This paper is due March 8, you know.” The Senior Year with its scenes and scenes And then more scenes. And this it means, That rehearse you must, morn, noon and night. Till the scene goes on. Oh, dear delight! But the last is best of all the four; We backward look and ponder o’er All the way that you have come, And relish the good things, one by one. So to all graduates let me say, Return the fourth year, do not say “Nay.” ’Tis the best, the cream! You’ll be glad if you do, If not, I’m afraid your decision you’ll rue. Abbie Ball, T2. imperial tubents’ Roll Bixby, Warren Newton Coppenrath, Antoinette E. Felton, Harry Gilman, Esther J. Hartwell, Lillian F. Howell, Caroline Woods Lunt, Alfred D. Merrinam, Clifton H. Miner, Flora Rice Mosher, Pansy Barnes Owen, Julie Gore Richards, Caroline Savery, Emerson Blaine Towne, Marie Reed Wells, Marion Ann Wilson, Nellie Lee Weeks, Juliet Naomi Stanton, Mia LITERATURE PROSE ®fje Unsuspecting ( 5ooSe HpHERE was nothing romantic about him. He gave his name as John Hollister, and his occupation as a civil engineer. His personal property con- sisted of a small trunk, some fishing rods and a violin, which he never touched until after sunset. In looks, he answered to the description of the modern hero, so I will not dwell on broad shoulders, brown eyes and a waving pompadour. His taste in dress was excellent, and his manner that of a gentleman. Nothing very definite was known about him. However, the reason for his coming to Peachdale was simple enough. They were orphan children, but while Hollister had been out West building bridges, his pretty little sister had married a million. Thus his introduction into society was sudden and it was unwelcome. Furthermore, it had been arranged by his sister and the rest of polite society at Sachem, that when Mrs. Van Travers’s niece, Rosaline, came on from the West, he would take her to a “pink tea,” to a “fire-fly” dance, and then out on Silver Lake, in a canoe, not ten feet from shore, under the influence of a bewitching moon, he would ask her to be his wife. She, already rehearsed by her aunt, would say, “This is so sudden,” and accept him. Then they would go ashore and receive the blessings of those unfortunate souls, who deceive themselves into believing they are all things they are not. Mrs. Van Travers had already selected the country estate for them. She promised that Hollister might choose his own car. It was a fine July afternoon and some- thing in the atmospheric elements sug- gested a drive, so Hollister straightway provided himself with an outfit from the [ 69 ] village stable. To begin with, stable horses are not selected stock. Poor creatures, they have usually served a full apprenticeship on an undertaker’s wagon, a hack, or in the fire department, and just when they should have a little chloroform and be put to sleep in mother earth, they are bought up by a horse dealer — but I am straying from my story. •Hollister’s might have served as an undertaker’s horse. She was neither swift nor very accurate and the wagon groaned in every joint. Out of respect for her years, he let the gray mare straggle along, and once she stopped to nibble a birch bough. The road was very narrow. Hollister breathed deeply and con- gratulated himself on his marvelous escape from the charms of Miss Rosaline. “Ah, I suppose I would have been caged by now. Thank heaven, I am free! And my dear little, unknown Rosaline, you are lucky, too. After all, perhaps we would have been happy. I suppose you are now entwining your loving tendrils around some unsuspecting goose. What nonsense. Gid-ap.” Without previous intimation his horse neighed lustily and was quickly answered. “A team ahead, go slow, old girl. It is just around the bend.” Around the bend they faced a high-headed bay attached to a sheddy little buggy. It stood quite alone and occupied all the road. “Oh, goodness!” exclaimed a girl in a white sailor suit and a broad-brimmed Panama, as she scrambled out of the bushes, with her arms full of clematis, and reached for the bridle of her horse. Hollister surveyed the situation grave- ly. “No chance of my passing on either side?” he asked. “Well, this is a con- foundedly narrow road.” “I don’t think either of us are to blame,” she said. “No, I suppose not, but that doesn’t solve the problem,” and the man who could build a bridge was perplexed. “Oh, cheer up,” laughed the girl. “Are you in a hurry? I know what we can do, exchange wagons.” The idea of this slip of a girl telling him to cheer up injured his dignity, and yet there was something kind of noble in her attitude. He mumbled a few words including “hurry,” all the time painfully conscious of his animal’s speed limit. Then he dropped the reins and ran his fingers through his thick brown pompadour. The girl had meanwhile deposited the clematis on the floor of her buggy, and again stepping to the side of her horse, she began to unfasten some straps. “We’ll have to take the horses out, turn the wagons about, and you can take mine, and I’ll drive back to town in yours. I’d offer you my horse, but it’s Uncle Dave’s blue ribbon ‘Jack,’ and I never drove him before. He is very particular about Jack. You don’t mind lending me your carriage, do you? You live in town, don’t you?” “I am staying in town at present, but this rig isn’t fit for you to get into.” “Oh, never mind thaj Anything from a wheelbarrow to a limousine suits me. I just love to drive.” “This is sort of a lame-ozine,” pro- tested Hollister. The girl laughed gaily. “IU1 have my horse out first if you don’t begin. If Uncle Dave wouldn’t worry, I’d drive back, but it is seven miles the way I have come, and it is quite late already. He shouldn’t worry about me. I can manage any horse on Daddy’s ranch.” Holli ster jumped to the ground just as she led Jack out of the shafts. “There, I’ve beat,” she said smiling triumphantly. “I presume you could beat me at most anything,” ' Hollister returned, still look- ing at his rig with all possible contempt. “Let me help you,” she insisted; “I am afraid you are in a hurry. Are you?” She threw the bridle of her horse over a protruding branch and came to his side. He turned and looked for an instant straight into her deep blue eyes. She challenged the best that was in him. With considerable force he said, “I am going to chuck this thing up in the bushes and let you drive past.” He began tugging at a wheel. " But it will ruin — ” “Never mind that,” he interrupted kindly. “It would be a risk to let you drive that spirited hor se in this affair. See there.” And one wheel rolled off. The girl became less disconcerted as Hollister’s attacks on the vehicle became more violent. She did not express any further feeling for his recklessness either by word or look, but began hitching Jack into her buggy. Hollister thought that she was singing, but her voice was like music whenever she spoke. One more , tug at the old vehicle and it lay a wreck by the roadside. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Will you drive back with me? Come, of course you will. You are exhausted. There is a delightful spring just a little way off where you can have a nice cool drink.” Her invitation did not lack in alluring qualities for Hollister, but he managed to say: “Thank you, thank you, but I must see my horse back to the stable.” “Oh she’ll follow the wagon on a halter,” and the girl gave the patient animal a little nose pat. “Girl,” ejaculated Hollister, “if I were to lead that piece of horse flesh back to town with your blue ribbon ‘Jack’ setting the pace, she’s be a dead one. Better leave her here with the wreckage.” “Oh, not if I hold Jack in check. Come! Do you think I’d be as cruel as that?” She mounted to her place and sat very straight. Hollister understood the significance of her manner and obeyed. “I suppose she is entwining her loving tendrils around some unsuspecting goose,” he was saying to himself. For half a mile they hardly spoke. But when they had passed the little spring, and each had been refreshed by a spark- ling drink, conversation began again. “I believe you spoke of your father’s » ranch,” suggested Hollister. “Yes, down in Texas. It’s great fun, but it’s kind of lonesome sometimes, and one of my aunts sent for me to come East — my father’s brother’s wife. My uncle is dead. But I am visiting my mother’s people now. It’s my first visit East. I just dread to go to my other aunt’s.” “And why?” “Because she thinks I have been brought up so crude, and she wants to introduce me into society, and I’m afraid her friends won’t like me.” “Oh, they couldn’t help liking you. Don’t be afraid of society. It’s the greatest bluff in the world. I know about it.” “You’re very kind, but tell me about it.” “Well, when you go into society you must leave all your ideas outside, and never let on that you can ‘manage any horse on Daddy’s ranch.’ And if you must speak of the ranch disguise it in ethereal terms. Then your vocabulary must be limited. But it’s easy to catch on to the vernacular. Never try to be original.” “Oh, you are so funny! Do tell me some more.” “I am just escaping from it. Two weeks ago society almost had me married to a little creature I had never seen.” “How romantic, and my aunt — ” “Not at all. But here we are at the stable. Thank you for my ride and may I ask the name of one who has given me such a pleasan " hour?” “My name is just Rosaline Van Travers.” “Ye gods! After all, I am the unsus- pecting goose.” “Why, what’s the matter?” “I am John Hollister. Will you marry me?” “0— oh— ” “ ‘Oh! This is so sudden. Yes.’ No, Rosaline, it must be a decision of your own heart, and you must have plenty of time to decide. But may I call at your uncle’s tonight?” The wedding in October was a grand finale for the season. The estate was fine and the limousine a peach. Lillian Lee Clark. T3 ®Jje ©dt of (Soil Written to be given with the Emerson exercises; a double bar indicates a change of exercise , a single bar, a change within the exercise. The exercises are taken in their regular order. r | " ' HERE is in this world such a strange - ■ little thing. | 0 it’s so shy and so small. | So very timid and so wild; | quite like a flower, it’s so sweet and so mild. | Harsh and rude sounds startle a fawn from his dell | and a note without love sends it quivering apart to closely, darkly lie hidden. To sunshine and warmth a bird’s song will respond | and It will always unfold to a smile. || We bow to its faith, | we kneel to its trust, | and its fresh and bright innocence we love and adore. | We marvel its wisdom, | we worship its strength. | Yet we fear and we pray, it’s so young and so small. || It lives all alone in a world of its own; | no black, ugly thing enters there, Doubt, Fear or Care. | For tho’ all be about, | It knows only the fair. | It’s a serious, wee thing | with eyes that look deep, | and he must give up every art, | each conceit, | who would live in its land | and be one of its friends. || You can find tinkling brooks in its laugh. | You can hear chirping birds in its voice. | You can see answers to questions your heart has long sought, in its eye. | You can feel rose leaves in its touch. | You can catch sobbing waves in its cry. | You will own wealth beyond kings in its love. 1 1 Do you know It, | this lovely, wild thing, | this best Gift of God, | this Heart of a Child? |j Alice Love Esmond. ’13 ©afjna’s Heap GOOD half-mile from the Gap Resort, in what was once the very heart of Indian haunts, there stands a great stone house. Here for generations have lived the Anderson family. John Anderson owned the big hotel at the Gap Resort but the call of the wilds in his blood led him to live in the old ancestral home, farther north. His silent, wide- eyed daughter, Jean, had all her life lived out among the hills that rose on every side — a very child of Nature; and she justly claimed a kinship with it all, for in her veins a trace of Indian blood explained her straight black hair and rather irregular features. She loved this quiet life, but after her return from college she had sometimes been induced to join her father’s guests on some great mountain climb. Upon one such occasion she had met a western man. She was not unconscious of Ward Alston’s look of admiration the day her father had pre- sented her to them and said his daughter would guide the guests that day. Her Indian blood was telling, she had known, as she led them along the steep and fear- ful trails; but she had always found him near at hand when she would pause to wait for those less used to mountain life than she. What a strangely fascinating picture she had been that day as she stood among those hills, with them, and yet alone — her straight black hair drawn close against her brow, her great, wide, silent eyes, her cheeks aglow! But oddly enough they marked that she chose to wear high on her breast wild roses, gathered at the start, near the foot of the highest cliff, which later they rounded to the plains above. They had smiled at her fancy at first, but when they had reached the heights, they saw her move slowly toward the cliff, a strange light in her eyes, unfasten the roses at her neck, and standing on the very ledge itself, drop the flowers, one by one, into the abyss below; then turn away to lead them on across the almost level tract that lay beyond. Before they had left the cliff, young Alston had paused at her side to ask in a voice that showed he understood, “Will you tell me the legend of that great cliff some day?” She had studied his face before she made reply. “Perhaps, some day,” he remembered she had said. And since that time this man had spent his days along the river or among the hills with Jean. They had sat one night for hours beneath the stars, facing the giant hills to the northwest. On the right rippled the waters of the Delaware — shallow at this point, and lying far below the canal which ran close to a little low gar- den. The farthest bank of this canal rose to a tow-path, shaded by trees. The peculiar charm of the landscape held them in a strange silence. Marj, a younger sister, had joined the two and lay close by the side of Jean, her idol. From far- ther up the river a coal-barge could be heard approaching (for the night was very still) , and the slow, rhythmic tinkle of bells, worn by the mules by which the boats are drawn, lent their harmony to this woodland night symphony. Then the splash of their feet could be heard as they crossed an overflow just above the house, and the stumbling of a hoof against a loose stone rolled it off into the river many feet below. A plaintive accordeon helped to break the stillness with its monotonous melody, and when the boat had passed, four long, loud calls from a conch-shell plainly said to an old lock-tender farther down the level, “Open the lock,” and soon came back a strangely whistled answer acknowledging the signal. Then all was still again. “Jean, you have never told me the legend of yonder cliff. I’m in the mood for ghostly tales tonight. Tell me of this Dahna and her leap.” Jean hesitated, then a glance from Marjorie’s soft brown eyes invited her to share their favorite tale with this new friend of theirs and of the hills. “I never tell this legend to our guests for it means more to me than others can understand. You know the country round us here is rich in beauty, legend, and romance. The settlement before the coming of the whites was a favored spot with what was perhaps the best clan of all North Ameri- can Indians, the Lenni Lenape, which in our English tongue means ‘Men of Men,’ and commonly called the Delawares. With them our forefathers lived in peace and friendship for more than fifty years. Directly before you is Turtle Rock and beyond it on the farther side you see the cliff, long known as ‘Dahna’s Leap.’ Back from the brow of the cliff there stretches for miles, you know, a level tract of land and that was the settlement of the Turtle tribe. They were said to be very exclusive in the matter of inter- marriage. This had aroused some little warfare from time to time, when Cupid shot his arrows across the river and pierced the heart of some noble brave among the so-called Turkey tribe on the Jersey shore, and he would immediately set forth to revolutionize affairs and, in spite of custom, resolve to wed the maid. But no adventurer was ever known to win. Usually a brave in her own tribe would announce that he would defend the girl, and this defendant and the alien lover would settle the matter by some endurance test or hand-to-hand conflict. As I told you, Lenni Lenape means ‘Men of Men,’ and they seldom stooped to treachery in such matters. But there is always an exception, and so it came to pass, that one day a lusty brave from the Jersey shore sought the lands of the Turtle tribe. Greeting the old Chief, Ak-ke-long-qua, with a series of grunts, and laying at his feet gifts of gaudy robes and trinkets, he told his tale of love for the old chief’s daughter, and begged that the two tribes might join hands across the watery divide. Courteously but firmly he refused, and the young brave turned away. “Some nights later he came again; but this time stealthily and hid among the rocks and caves. Once he saw her as she passed quite close to where he hid but she seemed to wait for someone, so he only looked and longed for her the more. The next night she came again, and then he thought it must be when her sweetheart brave was out for game, she met him here above the cliff. The jealousy of his nation fired his veins as this thought filled his brain. He watched her close. She stood, her back to him, outlined against the sky. He caught her muttered words, ‘Ha-wa-wah comes when young moon touch our trees. Ha-wa-wah hunt man-game. Who is? Dahna wait. Ha-wa-wah tell her sometime, may-be-so.’ The skulking Indian started in surprise at the news the words conveyed to him. He knew he was the man and that the- time between then and moonrise was his only chance to capture her and fly. In an instant he had sprung to her side and held her firmly in his grasp. Turning her to him he told her who he was, — Chief Paunacussing’s son, and rich in fame and power; rebelled against her father’s cursed pride; then vowed his love and said that she should go across the river now, a captive bride. She heard his words, then wrestled in his grasp. Meanwhile the moon had risen to meet the pines, and over the brow of the near- est hill, Ha-wa-wah came from the North. He saw his Dahna at her wonted spot, but with her stood a man who held her close. With frenzied brain he crept on hand and foot to where he could plainly see what brother of his tribe his Dahna met in tryst. At that moment he saw her slip from out the strange man’s grasp, take but one step, then stag- ge 1 ? from a blow the man had struck. Ere she could fall the savage caught her in his arms, then southward bore her,, toward the river and his lands that lay beyond. “Then it was that Ha-wa-wah realized the awful truth, and with winged-foot set close chase. Hearing pursuit, the man turned to look, and seeing a single brave upon his tracks, he dropped the senseless girl and turned to defend him- self. Hand to hand they fought; now one and now the other held his man. But in their madness they had quite for- gotten their nearness to the cliff, when suddenly, seeing defeat, the alien con- ceived a treacherous move — fatal for both of them. They should die at the foot of the cliff. Although held upon his back, he swung himself around, clinging desperately the while to Ha-wa- wah. For an instant they paused on the rocky ledge as a twig on the verge of a mighty cataract, ere it plunges into the seething abyss below; then over they turned and fell five hundred feet down. Dahna came to herself just in time to see her lover plunge to his death below and held in the grasp of him of the tribe across the river. “Strangely alone she stood and mur- mured low, ‘Ha-wa-wah gone!’ Then comprehending it all, she wandered back to the camp — to a life that was empty and bare. When each day’s sun sank to rest, and twilight fell over all, she grew restless and sad, and when the stars came out and the moon rose over the pines, she would creep away to the cliff to commune with her grief alone. Then Winter laid his blanket upon the barren rocks, but each night, as before, she came to wait. Then Spring brought back new life to Earth, but her hopes still lay dead; and Summer found a once bright Indian maid a sad, strange being, living and yet dead. All memory had gone, save one fond thought, which burned but deeper now as Time dragged on, ‘When the moon touched the tips of the slender pines Ha-wa-wah would come again.’ Among the hills she’d wander day by day, yet never spoke except sometimes to caution with a finger on her lips, ‘Ha-wa- wah comes tonight,’ then dart away as though in haste to meet him ere he came. Her people held the strange-eyed girl in awe, and reverenced her as had she been a god. Then Autumn came. A year had crept away, and every night she kept her eager watch. And when he came not, she would walk along the ledge and call his name. Sometimes the chief would follow her unseen, then turn back to his wigwam in the wood and wait till weariness might bring her home. Each night she lingered longer on the ledge. He knew some night she never would return. At last it came. And her people understood that she had gone to meet him whom she loved. On the morrow, with the first faint rays of light, the old chief came. Far, far below him, in the deep ravine, a bit of scarlet cloth had caught his eye. Chief Ak-ke-long- qua stood and looked and turned, and as the sun lit up the eastern sky, he led his people westward to the plains. “And they say that sometimes when the young moon climbs the hill and silvers the tips of those slender pines above, and the night calls loud to her, she walks the ledge again and calls his name.” Jean’s voice had sunk to a whisper. Their eyes were on the cliff. Only the chirp of crickets and the ripple of the waters broke the silence of the night. “Has anyone really seen her, do you know?” Jean slowly moved her head to answer, “Yes.” A strange light filled her eyes. Just once before — that first day on the cliff — had he seen that glow light up her wondrous eyes. “Do you mean that you have seen this vision, Jean?” “Yes; it was just such a night a s this. The moon did not rise till late, but the heavens were bright with stars, and the country round seemed to lie beneath a spell, even as now. I could not stay in- doors, so I stole outside, and here for hours I sat alone. Suddenly a sound, half moan, half sigh, fell sadly on the air. I started to my feet. Following the sound, my eyes wandered to yonder cliff, and there upon the very edge, a vision walked in white, and I heard it distinctly call, and the name was ‘Ha-wa-wah. r Some minutes passed and the legend came back to me; then I heard my own lips murmur low, ‘Dahna!’ The vision slowly lifted her head; listened as though she had heard her name, then started from the ledge. She paused, her face from me, turned back once more, and vanished over the cliff. “We never talk of this to anyone, for I believe she appears but to those who can understand, and tonight I feel—” “Look there!” But every eye had already seen a figure glide toward the cliff, and a vision in white walked slowly along the ledge, so close it hovered above the awful brink, and the name “Ha-wa- wah” fell upon the air. It was Marjorie who answered to the call. Clasping her little hands, she softly cried, “Dahna! Dahna, dear!” The vision turned her head as though she heard the cry, then slowly moved away as if to seek her one-time camp beyond. Faltering in her steps she turned once more to the ledge. She paused, then leaped far out and vanished into space. Firmly Alston’s hand closed over Jean’s and all he whispered was, “I understand.” Martha Lela Carey, ’13. £ n tfjc (gentle girt of lulling ®me Among all the Fine Arts, there is none more widely patronized than the gentle Art of killing Time. The man of common clay may excel in it as easily as the man of genius. Although the quantity may vary greatly, each man must work upon the same kind of material; for “Our todays and yesterdays Give the hours that we must kill.” Naturally, however, our instruments of torture often vary in degrees of refine- ment even as a violin of Cremona varies from the tom-tom of the Indian. But now, having tried all the barbarous and most of the refined ways of achieving perfection in this gentle Art, I have at last found one that seems most satis- factory. I refer to that mode of Time electrocution known as Rehearsing. There are three portions of the day in which it is possible to use this mode of attacking the “Bird of Time,” as Omar calls it, — the hour between 8.00 and 9.00 a.m.; the hour between 12.30 and 1.15 p.m. ; and the hours between 2.00 and 4.30 p.m. Let us now set forth the killing of the first and most elusive of these hours. You awaken at 7.45, hastily dress, and realizing that you will have no Time to kill if you stop for breakfast, content yourself with the fragrant odors from your landlady’s kitchen. You hasten down the street, enter the school door and find the clock almost ready to clap its hands at 9.00 o’clock. Too late, alas! for by the moment you have caught your breath, a girl advances from the elevator and informs you that Time has just expired without your presence. But courage! The 12.30 hour is one in which the true sportsman most de- lights to seek his game. The hunters come by twos and threes, they glance into the rehearsal room but as quickly retreat. You pace up and down, open your book, close it, look out the window, pace up and down again, glance at the door. You look at your watch and find you have killed only five minutes. Then two other people enter and Time becomes still more difficult to attack. You eat your chocolate and your peanuts and glance at your watch again. Only five more minutes have gone. Thus the process keeps up. You assail Time harder and harder — now with a bit of gossip, now with a dance or two. At last, when you have about given up hope, the bell rings and you know that the last moment has finally succumbed. But the hours between 2.00 and 4.30 are the ones when Time puts up the hard- est battle. You grow impatient, you fret, you storm, you fume. When you find violence has not prevailed you try other tactics. “Serene you fold your hands and wait.” But you cannot get away from Time’s batteries. The tick-tick-tick of the moments tortures you as exquisitely as if drops of water were falling every second on your unprotected head. At last you find other assassins willing to fight with you. But even with your united efforts you progress slowly. Just when you are almost desperate enough to bury yourself in the oblivion of study, a voice rings out, “Well, girls, we must hurry off to gym. Good-bye.” The hands of your watch are stretching out as if in surrender. Time’s death-knell has been started and you are free once more — free to begin with a different mode of attack. Dorothy Elderdice, T3 [ 76 ] jpoetrp “life” Some look upon life in a very funny way, Like the tapestry weavers as of old. They weave behind the beauty of the picture all the day, And do not see the right side, it is told. To them it’s only tangled ends before their vision, The rough unfinished threads of different lengths. The knots are hard and twisted and of many differ- ent hues; To untie them it requires all their strength. But why not adjust the viewpoint of it all. And look upon the right side of the screen — Oh, what grandeur and what beauty doth now on us befall, In those carefully woven colors, gold and green. Thus it is with life, I fear, we do not see both sides, And become too pessimistic in our view. So don’t with only one viewpoint believe you’re satisfied, But change and join the optimistic few. So Life is what you make it, you may like or you may hate it; You may fume and you may fret and you may stew. No one ever shares your trouble. It is yours, so do not grumble. It’s a hard world if you think so, but, don’t you! Elizabeth L. Beattie, ’13. Pe Strong Be strong to bear, O heart of mine, Faint not when sorrow comes. The summits of these hills of earth Touch the blue skies of home. So many burdened ones are there, Close journeying by thy side; Assist, encourage, comfort them— Thine own deep sorrow hide. What tho’ thy sorrow may seem great, Thy strength is known to God, And pathways steep and rugged lead To Pastures green and broad. [ 77 ] Be strong to love, O heart of mine, Live not for self alone; But find in blessing other lives Completeness for thine own. Seek every hungering heart to cheer, Each saddened heart to feed; And when stern justice stands aloof, In pity draw thou near. Kind, loving words and helping hands Have won more souls to Heaven Than all the dogmas and the creeds, By priests and sages given. Be strong to hope, O heart of mine, Look not on life’s dark side, For just beyond those gloomy hours Rich, radiant days abide. Let hope, like summer rainbows bright, Scatter thy falling tears; And let God’s precious promises Dispel thy anxious fears; For every grief, a gladness comes; For every toil, a rest. So hope, so love, so patient bear, God doeth all things best. Evelyn Rees Norcross. 2£ur Wesson Arranged for the Harmonizing Exercises King Ufred looked on his dominion Of mountains, hills and valleys low, As being the aim of all his being, The harvest which his life had sown. His little daughter saw the small things, Which in his kingdom grew — The grass, the flowers, the trees, the bees, To her were friends most true. Once, wandering out through Nature’s garden, An enchantment held her bound. Her father called out all his legions, To seek where’er she might be found. To every height and crest they traveled, Now through brake and through thick fen, To an opening on some high mountain, Or to some deep and rocky glen. King Ufred bowed in grief and suppliance, Did not think that near at hand, Just by looking at the small things, Was the treasure of the land. [ 78 ] But Magi obeyed his summons, Hobbled by the parkway stream, Looked beneath the willow branches, Parted back the leafy screen. There, within the flickering shadow, Where the rippling waters run, Magi found the little Princess Weaving thread by spiders spun. The king listened for the bugle. No welcoming refrain Was heard by king or courtier, In all of that domain. No thought ever befell him That a greater power was nigh ; King Ufred had no comfort, He could only sit and sigh. Magi listened to her singing, Then replaced the leafy branch. Stealthily he scampered from her, Casting backward just one glance. Then he heralded all his chieftains, Called them to him, one by one; Gave to each a kingly warning, Offered prize to him who won. The dwarf Magi loved the princess, He would give his life for her. He, too, bowed in grief and sorrow, Sat alone, outside the whirl. But he called forth all the bluebirds, All the butterflies around. And the bees buzzed from the dogwood, That the princess they had found. The kindgom’s legions traveled Many miles and miles away; Searching at the farthest border, All in vain, day after day. By the ledges steep and stony, By the cliff and thorny dell, By the castle, and the highway — No reward to them befell. In his heart he now is thanking The good Magi up on high, Who is ever, always watching With His kind and gracious eye. Let Dwarf Magi teach a lesson To us, who look for worldly gain: That truth, and love, and blessing, Even that much sought-for fame, Are lying all about us, In the things we oft disdain. Belle McMichael, T4. [ 79 ] QTale t I entered school, a Freshman shy, And scarcely dared to raise my eye To gaze at Junior girls so smart, Who thought that they must play the part Of elder sisters to “The Babe,” Who seemed to them to be afraid Of teachers thin, and teachers tall, And even those who were quite small. And when I heard the stately tread Of Seniors, grand, I nigh fell dead. And yet they were not half so grand As those P. G.’s, who did command The little Freshies in a class On every Monday morn, alas! But oh, how did I e’er survive Those first few months? Great sakes alive! My knees did shake, my hands did tremble When to the class we did assemble, And had t o rise and give a part Of something that I’d learned by heart. Alas, ’tis true! Sometimes I wept When on the floor too long was kept, And each, Fm sure felt like a dunce; Yes, indeed, more times than once, When in a certain class we’d be, Of Vocal Tech., and oh, dear me! Analysis was worse than this, But ne’er a class we’d dare to miss! Well, those old days have all passed by, And better days have now drawn nigh. No more we tremble and look pale When we arise to read a tale In Rhetoric, or some such place, About the well-known human race. I’ll tell to you the reason why — We are no longer children shy. It is because we’re Juniors bold And want to do whate’er we’re told. You’d not believe it if I said That some in Pantomime played dead, And many other Stunts we’ve had That truly made our teachers glad. But soon we’ll be the Seniors, grand, With hosts of friends on every hand, And other little Freshmen shy Will gaze on us with envious eye. Docia Dodd. [Written for Rhetoric Class, 1912.] The little dimple in Billy’s cheek Is all my Ethics, all my Technique. All the Expression that I know Are his of joy, or his of woe. All that I can prove in Debate Is “without him my world is desolate.” All that I want of Dramatic Art Is to teach me how to win his heart. No Normal Class have I but such As teaches me to love him much. In School Management , my only aim Is to manage Billy to change my name. H. B., ’13 ‘ ' 5 I I e i l sj [801 noto §iou ? Know you what it is to starve — to starve For love and truth and inspiration that Bursts out of friendship? Then it is you know That aching void, that sense of loneliness And despair that shuts me in from what I fain Would grasp and hold as mine; Not love such as A man for woman bears, not even that Which woman nourishes for man; but love Of friend — a friend ’twixt whom and me there is A brotherhood that links two souls as God Would have them linked. Not love, alone, in which The one is willing to give all or even Die for him, the other; but rather live For him and make him live as God would have Him live; and let that other in his turn, Bring out the best that has been given the one, That they might live and love as He has taught. Martha Lela Carey, ’13. J tneteenJfourteen Jlanquet Stately halls of Riverbank, Where the toasts of cheer we drank To the friends anear, and those so far away, Where the joyous life of youth And the loyal heart of truth, In the bonds of class and friendship held their sway. Hear the merry voice of song, With its echo sweet and long; How it rings forevermore in memory’s vale; How it sweeps all fields of joy, Courage new, without alloy, As the fresh’ning breath of springtime’s sunny gale. Oh, the gracious ripening mien Of a future yet unseen; How it dawns upon our vision, half divine. Oh, the promise of the hour, Half revealed in latent power, Till the echoing walls become a sacred shrine. To the golden morn of life, Ere we know the noonday strife, Which with majesty and fortitude we’ll bear; For the heritage divine, Round the brow of youth will twine, If the utmost crown of living we would wear. Wm. G. Ward. Unlucky Thirteen? We’re sure she can’t mean To cause so much worry of things foreseen. Though she may be odd, We don’t need to nod, And talk very vaguely of “under the sod.” And is there a number That folks will not cumber With some sort or other of boo-goo-boo lumber? If we look for the best In this year, like the rest, Thirteen will surely answer the test. Helen P. Ramsey, ’15. [81] lectures anti Eecttals Jfacultp Recitals T HE Faculty Recitals were of a very high standard this year and rank among the finest ever given at Emerson. After one of these delightful programmes, a young lady was heard to remark, “I do not know whether to be discouraged or encouraged by what I have heard this evening, but I have quite made up my mind on one point — and that is, from this time on, I am going to work.” Many students who have become really worth while, date their first start from a faculty recital. The following programmes were given: “Herod,” President Southwick. “Faust,” Mrs. Southwick. “Henry IV,” Mr. Tripp. “Electra,” Evalyn Thomas. “The Servant in the House,” Mrs. Whitney. Nella Kingsbury, T3. Jflormng lectures Monologue Time — Two days after Commencement. Place — A Pullman-coach. Persons — Mr. Dickson and Mr. Putnam. Oh, hello, Putnam! Didn’t know you were going to be on this train. Mighty glad to see you; don’t like traveling alone, you know. Sit down with you? Sure! You didn’t expect me to go off and sit by myself, did you? Oh, say, wasn’t the Commencement simply great? You never saw a better? Neither did I. Doesn’t it make you feel faint to think that it is all over? Honestly, Putnam, I’ve been thinking about the lecturers we had last year at Emerson. Weren’t they splendid though? I wish now I had taken notes, for I can’t remember how they came. You remember some of them? Mrs. Southwick was the first? Say, doesn’t she make a person want to do something worth while? I’d give a lot to know as much as she does. What did you say? Knows how to say things, too? You ' bet she does! Didn’t Homer B. Sprague lecture next on one of Shakespeare’s women? Oh, yes, that’s it, “Shakespeare’s Greatest Character, A Woman.” How well you do re- member. That man was certainly steeped in Shakespeare. Seemed to almost come out of his fingertips. Did you hear Leon H. Vincent. ? I wouldn’t have missed his course of lectures for anything. You heard only three of them? Couldn’t go to the first one? Well, you missed it. He lectured on “Washington Irving’s Early Works.” No, the next one was “William Make- peace Thackeray.” I never knew Thackeray was such an interesting man before. You liked the lecture on “Charles Dickens” best? Yes, the comparison of those two men was very finely portrayed. I don’t know, I believe I liked “George Eliot” best, as I have always liked her books so much. Yes, I agree with you that “Kings of the Pulpit in Colonial Days” was hard to beat. When it comes right down to the point, it is pretty hard to make a choice. Let’s see, who came next? Oh, I know — Mr. A. E. Winship. He spoke so well on “Education.” No, you are thinking of Dr. Frederick A. Stanley who spoke on “The Awakening In China.” I never did care about China until I heard him lecture, but now I feel greatly interested in her development. Didn’t it seem just like a story when the Rev. Willard A. Scott gave “The Romance of an Old Fashioned Education”? What’s that? You remember what he said about the minister, “Invisible on week days and in- comprehensible on Sunday?” Guess he didn’t know Mr. Stockdale or he wouldn’t have said that. Couldn’t you just see the church, the school, and the blacksmith shop? Dr. Alonzo A. Butterfield? Yes, he was a former teacher at Emerson College. I don’t think he had any special subject but just gave a word of greeting to the students. He told about some of the great Emersonian principals. Wasn’t there a woman who talked on “The Peace Movement”? Oh, yes, Mrs. Joseph Duryea. She surely knew what she was talking about. I sat spellbound for fear I would lose a word. Peace ought to come with such a woman working for it. Edward Howard Griggs? Of course, I hadn’t forgotten him. I might just as well forget one of the teach- ers, for it seems just as if he belonged to us. He lectured on “Giordano Bruno.” Yes, wasn’t that interesting about the influence he probably had on Shakespeare’s life? You never thought about “Hamlet” being a direct outcome of the friendship? Neither did I. I believe I’ll look into that this vacation. No, I didn’t hear William Lines Hubbard and I have kicked myself ever since. What was his subject? “Modern Grand Opera”? Illustrated by his giving the “Secret of Suzanne” to music? That must have been splendid. Everybody said it was the best thing they had ever heard. And to think that I missed it! You heard Mr. Kenney say that he would walk a hundred miles and wheel his wife and little boy in a wheelbarrow to hear him again? Well, then, it was good. Mr. Foxton Ferguson was the last, I believe. I have heard him three times now, but the last one on “Street Balladry” certainly “took the cake.” I could listen to him all day. What, do you get off here? Am sorry, for we had just begun our visit. So long! Be good to yourself. Docia Dodd, ’13. [ 82 ] Junior l eefe Tuesday Morning. — March in Chapel. Juniors in white, preceded by standard bearers, carrying an archway decorated with jonquils in form of class numerals. March prettily executed. In and out and ’round about, singing all the while. Then, on the stage, behind the curtain. Raised. Ah! Artistic grouping! Heads every- where, no feet to be seen. And such cheers! And then the song! Dee — lightful!! Wednesday Evening — This was the P. G. dance. The Juniors had a lovely time. So did the four P. G.’s. The rest didn’t go — they never do. Thursday Evening. — Junior Promenade. Oh! What a success! And the chap- erons! How nice Mrs. Willard and Miss Sleight looked! The Copley Plaza is the nicest place for a dance! And we all behaved so well! Everyone all “togged up,” too. And the chairman! Wasn’t she a “brick”? Even though her gown was delayed in Ohio, by the flood. And we didn’t even know it ! Friday Morning. — Oh! Those Co-eds. of ours! It took nerve to go across the platform, with the lovely little wreaths decorating their high-brows, in that manner. They are really quite musical, too. And all of them were there! That morning was certainly inspiring! It might teach a few of us girls a lesson. Again! Three cheers for “Co-eds.” Friday Evening. — The Banquet at Riverbank Court for the Juniors. Isn’t Dr. Ward just the best toastmaster ever? Wasn’t it almost as interesting as his classes, though? And everybody had such a good time. Written at toerbanfe Court The Poet, we fear, Will not be here. For this, we all will shed a tear. Now, if she come, This will be bum. If she does not, Why, on the spot, I here have writ, With lots of grit, A line or two To read to you. You may not see This is to be A bit of Junior poetry; But with your “specs” You may detect, By keeping time, A sort of rhyme. But we must have Something to follow, A mental concept, Or ’twill sound hollow. This should have been said at the beginning, But not when at the seventh inning. My subject matter as you may guess,, Is just to give vent to my foolishness. In this I feel I am not alone, For in it all here are much at home. So in reality you may see This is some real class poetry. Hi s|e + sje j)c % If “Scribner” had scribbled, Though ever so scant, I should not have needed So badly “Tarrant.” Or if I had had a tiny “Beraud” (bureau) For my fancy to ride on, an hour “Igo,” I, with faithful “McDonough” And fair-haired muse, The dainty “Owen,” Would see my imagination goin’, Until we should have for certes Written so “Smart” ’twould rival “Curtis.” Or over “Stiles” to green meadows, Where the lovely “Lyndon” flows. Do not think me now “New-bold,” For “Relyea” this tale must be told. Or had the blue-eyed “Stevenson” Up and sung an even-song, With honoured president, “Mil Johnson,” The success of this would have been bouncing. There’s “Thornton” and “Harris” and “Bennett” and “Bailey,” Whom for so long we have met daily; Each an inspiration has proved, To write these lines of undying love. Nor do we forget the two little twins, “Wolstad” and “Strickland,” who have ever been Smiling faces and cheer to the heart. “Tobin” and “Cochran” have played their part. You all know our tiny “Sparrell,” Who was never mistaken for a barrel. I know this is written pretty quick, But we had to have a rhyme for “Riddick,” “Sullivan,” “Demming,” “Jones,” and “Burton,” All are responsible for this sudden spurt in Mental wanderings and brainy fits, Which run to “Demmings” and “Jessie Smith.” The songs which you sing reach toward the “West,” Well through the years remain the best. Although we had no “Mensinger,” We probably these men aver For the “Ward” of this old “Town,” With us at this repast sat down. Then we have a “Timmerman” Who was timid since time began. Then you have heard of Captain “Jones” With “Hazel” eyes and sturdy bones. That “Dietrick” is dainty, we don’t deny: But if I don’t stop, you all will espy. Now, St. Michael, bless this bit of lines, Or we’ll forever more repine. Having heeded the “Belle” for dinner, The scales will tell we are not grown thinner. Now me and my little poem must quit, Having played our part at this banquet. Add cream and wafers and salads and meat — This is an affair ’twill be hard to beat. And with the delight of this choice of dishes, To dearest classmates, all best wishes. When next we’re wanting some high-class sport, We’ll all return to Riverbank Court. Elsie Gordon, ’ 14 . Saturday Morning . — We simply cannot get ahead of those Juniors. They are interesting! And the way they know the Faculty! Oh, yes, the students, too! The little take-off was splendidly managed and immensely enjoyed by everyone — even those who suffered. We just couldn’t help it! The cheers from everybody for every- body ended the week. Here is the poem that was read by a member, to commemorate this eventful week and to bring to our already agreeably overloaded notice, some of the virtues of the “Class One Nine One Four.” When you want a stunt done rightly, When you want a grand march sightly, When you want a dance so sprightly, Come to the Class one nine one four. We’re Black’s sonneteering Juniors, We’re Puffer’s gestureering Juniors, Hicks’s pantomimic Juniors, This Class one nine one four. Do you know, this dear old College Offers us a store of knowledge. This our critic must acknowledge, When he knows our Class “one-four.” Oh, Tripp tells us we are dummies In Forensics. Such a bore! But in every other subject We are winners, “one” and “four.” But here’s another story, For Prexy says in Oratory That we’re his pride and glory — This Class one nine one four. Dr. Ward, in language clever, Is trying, with keen endeavor, From our babyhood to sever This Class one nine one four. When Time, in grand demeanor, Has ushered in one year more, We will then be full-fledged Seniors — The Class one nine one four. The faculty, in their regime, Say such a class they’ve seldom seen. Who? Why, of course, they mean Our Class one nine one four. Belle McMichael. Arranged for Junior Week. Editor-in-Chief, John James Roy Assistant Editor, Julie Gore Owens Business Manager, Albert F. Smith Associate Editors Lillian Hartigan, ’12; Lillian Clark, ’13; Isabel Tobin, C4; Marion Vincent, To The Emerson College Magazine is issued by the Magazine Association. Its general purpose is to raise the standard of instruction in oratory throughout the country by bringing it into line with the most approved pedagogical methods. It also aims to elevate the literary character of the reading-platform, so that recitals shall become recognized as a vital interpretation of our best English and American authors. It publishes contributions from teachers, authors, graduates and friends of the institution; criticisms of standard and current literature, especially that suitable for platform work; and news of interest in and about the College. Seven numbers are issued during each scholastic year. Cmerson College Jfflagajtne MAGAZINE BOARD [ 85 ] Dramatic Art is a high mountain to climb, a heaven-scaling crag. Each day the classes have steadily climbed the rocky path, and a few have caught a faint glimpse of the summit in the distance. The tumbles have been many and the cuts sharp, but each time they have risen with a spirit more determined to win the goal. N. K., T3. 3 Jfeto Jfonti collections: of 1913 dramatic Urt Class: T REAMILY I lay aside my book, and gaze into the embers, glowing red upon the grate; and Fancy with swift wings soon bears me back to dear old E. C. O., pausing just inside the great folding doors where our most dreaded, yet best loved, class was held. Ah, me, those days! Now, Fancy takes me quickly up the narrow stairways and leaves me in a little, well known room. Oh, Little Dressing Room, what scenes could your four bare walls reveal had they the power of speech ! The awful scrambles that took place. Methinks again I hear a wail of disappointment from some frantic actress as she gazes on her gown. Oh, Costume Mistress! mind not the wrath descending on thy head! Clatter! Bang! “What’s that,” I ask myself, and then remember that below, upon the stage, a desperate Property Mistress is only bringing order out of “conglomerated chaos.” Again, I seem to hear a rush of feet, a swish of skirts, and see a cross, wild, worried face that disappears, then re- appears, before me in frantic haste. Yes! Yes! The Captain! The accents of that voice I know too well — shrill, sharp and penetrating, ordering, direct- ing, controlling. An hour hence what different modulations creep into that same high-pitched voice. Turmoil, now, doth reign supreme — wigs, powder boxes, flying hair pins, a buckle lost, a shoe that won’t go on, a satin garment much too big for wearer, a lunch that’s gobbled on the run. In haste I flee to scenes more tranquil, where nervous youths and maidens are transformed — some turned [ 86 ] to raving beauties; some, old men; others, sports, both red of face and hair; and some fine gentlemen of stylish mien. There’s a last daub of powder, A last touch of paint, A wild scramble stageward, Oh, so scared and so faint. One last palpitating moment, the cur- tain is ascending roofward with a squeak, a jerk, and a jolt. I hear the audience awaiting the entrance, breathlessly, ready to burst into sympathetic tears or hearty laughter; or, horror of horrors! to sit cold and unresponsive and critical. The embers burn lower and lower in the grate and as I watch them die out, one by one, a panorama of the plays we were in passes before me. “Pygmalion and Galatea” appear and I see the beau- tiful statue come to life at Pygmalion’s call. Then the burning jealousy of fair Cynisca, after whose features the statue has been so lovingly wrought, and her revenge in causing Pygmalion to become blind; and at the last the reunion of husband and wife by Galatea’s return to her pedestal. This picture flickers out and “Ingomar” stands before me, bold, ferocious bar- barian that he is, but his ferocity gradu- ally slips away, and he is now the brave and daring man whose heart is warmed with the purity of a woman’s love. Here my thoughts trail off— With a start, I become conscious that “Gringoire” is standing haughty, defiant before the cunning and crafty King Louis, awaiting his death sentence. My heart warms again toward Gringoire as it did when first I beheld him. There is a dropping of embers and a little tongue of flame leaps up, and I see in its midst “David Garrick,” brilliant, witty, polished, sweeping all before him by the rush of his own personality. I fol- low him from scene to scene and I am just on the point of seeing him win his beloved Ada, when the flame grows brighter. “Nance Oldfield” now fairly leaps before me. What a woman she is! Laughter again shakes me as I see her waving her red bedroom-slippered foot in mid air, and then, as if resentful of my mirth, she vanishes away with the smoke. But no time is left to mourn the loss of this fair vision, for another scene now holds me spellbound, and I again realize how clever a woman can be when “She Stoops to Conquer.” So real are the characters, I stretch out my hand to see if they live. Ah, me! the spell is broken, and only little shoots of flame remain. Long I gaze, wondering what Fancy will show me next ; but j ust as I am about to turn away in despair, I see Sir Peter in powdered wig and long red coat, gazing in surprised horror at Lady Teazle, pretty, proud, defiant. But what need is there to describe “The School for Scandal” as I saw it in the flames? Nor can I paint the memory of “In the Shadow of the Glen,” for you, dear Class of 1913, have probably lived it o’er and o’er again. “In Honor Bound,” the last of all our triumphs seems but the vision of a yesterday. Here, the curtain descending, breaks my revery — one end hangs for a full minute caught in mid air, then jolting, jerking, creaking, reaches its goal. Applause ! Applause ! ! And then again APPLAUSE!!! Until the hearts of happy, agitated actors are aglow. Then breathlessly, all await the verdict, “Well done,” that meant far more than glowing words of praise — but, when, with looks both stern and, shall I say, sarcastic, we heard, “That’s all,” our hearts went down like lead. But, Class, you know we well deserved it. I Let’s give three cheers for Mr. Tripp, Three cheers before we’ve parted, For though sometimes we made a slip, He got the Class well started Upon the path that leads to fame — Though mighty “punk” our by-play, We’ll travel onward just the same, Until we reach the highway. II He’s fair and square, though hard to please; And we all loved his classes. And when he gave a word of praise ’Twas known by lads and lasses That what they did had been worth while. Just here, I cannot help but smile, It needs no words but (dashes.) But we deserved it all, I we’en, For we, I fear, were very green. Docia Dodd, T3. [ 87 ] “pantomime” “His clear and eloquent blood so distinctly wrought That one might almost say his body thought.” 7ITH this motto written across her prow, the good ship Pantomime set off on her voyage of Exploration and Accomplishment last September. Her Captain, a very able person, though she seemed so small for so large a ship, was no other than our Mrs. Hicks. The crew was made up of the Juniors of Emerson College. There were very few passengers, and these changed as the ship drew into port every Friday and Saturday. The Pantomime sailed into many different channels and seas, and touched at various islands and seaport towns. In the beginning of her trip she spent some time cruising among the islands known as “The Groups” and “The Individuals.” As the ship sailed farther and farther away, she grew more venturesome, and before Christmas had crept down upon her, she found herself anchored for a couple of months’ stay in the scenic harbors of “The Taming of the Shrew.” Throughout the whole voyage Captain Hicks weekly drilled her subordinates in the art of bodily expression. “Kid-joy” was a special drill which she never failed to put them through. In order to be prepared for enemies, the Captain saw to it that the sailors were all able to “Advance in Attack” and to “Retreat.” Very often the entire crew would be seen standing about the decks in puzzled attitudes, as though vainly endeavoring to solve some difficult problems. Flashes of intelligence would rapidly cross their faces as they thought they saw an answer to their troubles. These would be fol- lowed by looks of disappointment as they discovered their line of thought was wrong. But a smile of victory always crowned their efforts, for invariably an easy solution was discovered before they thought very long. Before it was time to commence her homeward voyage, Pantomime became very courageous, and dared to sail straight for the Continents of “Original- ity.” She worked her way in and out among the icebergs and rocks of “Des- peration” and “Disappointment,” and floated bravely up to the wharf of “Presentation.” After anchoring there for some time, she turned about and headed joyously for home. Pantomime is now nearing the “Straits of Examination.” Our good wishes are with her, and we hope the winds of “Success” will carry her safely through them into the home harbor. It is not to be questioned that the Pantomime crew accomplished things, for who could help it under the excellent leadership of such a person as Captain Hicks! Jean E. West, ’14. [881 -pantomime O NE would have thought at the be- ginning of our Pantomime Course, that the nature we imitated was most curiously made. It took only a little practice for us to learn that the fault was in our lack of co-ordination. Our first problem was to shake off the shackles of dignity and grown-upishness and turn our minds backward to child- hood, when complete abandonment took possession of the body. An observer would have said, by our imitation of “kid joy,” that most of us were many miles down the line of life from the sta- tion of youth. That this had been accomplished, was demonstrated in “The Revelry” scene from “Twelfth Night,” and “The Coun- try House” scene from “Taming of the Shrew.” The drinkers in “Twelfth Night” showed great imagination and complete abandonment. It needed no ghost from the grave to tell us that the servants of Pet.ruchio displayed a marked improvement in detail characterization. The study of affection was clearly re- vealed in the “Sheep Shearing” scene from “Winter’s Tale,” while repulsion and will was most marked in the “Play Scene” of Hamlet. We owe much to Pantomime for break- ing open the shell and unveiling to each, another self. B. McM., T4. CJje ratiuate -piap T HE mid-winter Post-Graduate Play has proved to be one of the great- est dramatic events of the school year. In accordance with the custom of the last few years, the play presented was one of the best of old English comedies. Chap- man’s “All Fools” certainly demands a high order of work to reveal all its brilliancy and subtlety. But, giving all due credit to Mr. Tripp for his direction and to the individual members of the cast, the play as presented fulfilled every demand, displaying finished artistic wor k- D. E., ’13. “m )t Stunts” Seniors f N the morning of November twenty- first, nineteen hundred twelve, the student-body and friends of Emerson College of Oratory were delighted by the lifting of the veil of the future by Evelyn Rees Norcross, in the original fantasy, “The Emersonian White House.” The audience was allowed for a brief space to gaze enthusiastically upon Emersonian Women as perfected con- gressional members and executive officers, steering the “Ship of State” with ease and poise, on a voyage of clear sailing; the municipal oil having been poured upon the waves of national problems by woman’s hand, until calm had prevailed in the political sea. Words of sparkling wit, rippling humor, and grave wisdom fell from the lips of those Emerson-trained “Leaders of the Nation.” It was a most clever, worthy, and entertaining “Stunt,” and we bestow a laurel wreath upon the Senior Class of 1913. Juniors HP HE student-body and friends of Emerson College of Oratory, on December seventh, nineteen hundred twelve, were led by the Junior Class back into the mythology of the Greeks. They followed eagerly the wanderings of “Endymion.” The eye was charmed by the grace of motion, the ear was pleased by the rhythm of the lines and the imagination was stimulated by the old Greek ideas, until all felt that they had been trans- ported to those olden days. It was a very artistic and pleasing “Stunt.” We pay homage to the high standard of work reached by the Class of 1914. Freshmen r T ' ' HE student-body and friends of Emerson College of Oratory, on December nineteenth, nineteen hundred twelve, were more than pleased with the episodes which Marion F. Vincent de- picted in her original sketch, “When Pat Came Home.” The characters moved and spoke with reality, the songs and dances brightened and cheered, while the spirit of the whole carried the audience with enthusiasm to the end. The swing, the freedom, the clever work, and the achievement reflects great credit upon the Class of 1915. H. B. C., ’12. [ 89 ] PHI MU GAMMA PLAY Commencement program Baccalaureate Sermon, Rev. Allen A. Stockdale Debate Miss Amelia Green Miss Josephine Penick Miss Helen Leavitt Miss Mary Shambach Physical Culture and Greek Dance Miss Brackett Miss Durgin Miss MacDonald, Clara Miss Buckhout Miss Faulkner Miss MacGregor Miss Carey Miss Goss Miss Matheson Miss Carlen Miss Gunderson Miss Parsley Miss Cody Miss Green, G. Miss Rice Miss Dalton Miss Hinckley Miss Theisen Miss Dodd Miss Hubbard Miss Westcott Pantomime Helen Brewer The Dreamer Alice Pearson The Princess Truth Mrs. S afford The Giant Doubt Miss Kingsbury . Suspicion Miss Moorehead The Priest Miss Gorman The Pedagogue Miss Dalton The Clown Miss Elderdice . Fallacy , Miss Felker King Dwarf Miss Hinckley Faith, the Blind Girl Miss Buckhout Miss Faulkner Satyrs, Fairies, Bats, Dwarfs Senior Recitals Miss Green, G. Miss MacGregor Senior Play “The Adventure of Lady Ursula” Mr. Putnam Miss Theisen Miss Aune Miss Brown Miss Ferris . Miss Hutchinson Miss MacLean Miss Wiggins Mrs. Fenton Rev. Mr. Blimboe Mr. Dent . Mills Sir Robert Clifford Servant Miss Willis Mrs. Blanchette Miss Esmond Miss Harris Miss Newton Miss Oelkers Miss Walton Quilton Miss Fenton Earl of Hassenden Lady Ursula Barrington Mr. Ward Mr. Castleton Sir George Sylvester Class Day Exercises Miss Amelia Green, Salutatorian Mr. Frederick Dixon, Orator Miss Docia Dodd, Poet Miss Lillian Clark, Historian • Miss Martha L. Carey, Ode Post Graduates Readers Miss Ball Miss Bent Mrs. Churchil Miss Daly Miss Walter Miss Watts Miss Walters Miss Case . Miss Hartigan Miss Clark Mrs. Churchill Miss Black Miss Welsh Miss Co ad . Miss Ball . “Much Ado Don Pedro Don John Claudio Benedict Leonato Antonio Conrade Borachio Friar Francis About Nothing” Miss Keck . Miss Watts Miss Daly . Miss Whitaker Miss Keck . Miss Albertson Miss Bent . Miss Black Miss Sullivan Dogberry Verges Sexton First Watch Messenger Hero Beatrice Margaret Ursula [ 91 ] Jfenting “Ahlas you let him keep no companie nor allow him Money to spend at fence and dancing-school.” This is a charge brought against Gos- tanzo in Chapman’s notable play of “All Fools.” A like charge can not be laid at the door of Emerson College of Oratory. Here every provision is made for both. Fencing especially is held out as a choice morsel at the top of the ladder; a final test of the co-ordination of mind and muscle. In this form of recreation you are first required to provide yourself with a uni- form of unique design, which brings in its wake a certain sensation of luxury or otherwise, according to atmospheric con- ditions. Having donned this uniform, you are at once introduced to and re- quired to familiarize yourself with a muscular co-ordination entirely novel and somewhat troublesome. Your feet are so placed as to form the boundary line of two sides of an imaginary square, knees well bent and equally, also con- tinually. The left hand is held over the head and in the right is grasped the weapon of offence and defense — the foil — always remembering to hold it in line with the forearm and pointed approxi- mately at your opponent’s eye. Three-quarters of an hour spent under these condit ions sends you out with a realization of muscular activity that the study of physiology can only hint at. A. B., ’12. Basketball ' Y ' HE wild enthusiasm, which flows through the veins of the average athletic girl, over a basketball game, does not approach animated interest in our College. Our gymnasium work stands for normal bodily development and is adapted to the aesthetic side of our work. Occasionally, however, the ball is brought forth and short games are indulged in, but no teams are formed. We have some champion players in our ranks, such as Miss Amelia Green and Miss Brewer, who with a Mercurian purchase on terra firma, can, from any part of the field, throw a ball that wil swish majestically through the air and fall gracefully into the basket. The rest of us spend most of our time collecting ourselves from the floor and finding our places. Doubtless, if basketball practice were pursued more definitely, the Emerson girl, despite her dramatic temperament, could compete favorably with other college girls in this splendid game; but the advisability of such a movement is argued, from various points of view. L. L. C., ’13. [ 93 ] ibtutientg’ Association President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Students Helena Bradford Churchill, ’12 Edna Delphin Case, ’12 Alberta Frances Black, ’12 Amelia Myrl Green, ’13 Laura Elizabeth Bell, ’13 Docia Dodd, ’13 Mary Ellen Shambach Mary Westaway Safford Allene Buckhout 1 Council Mildred Eleanor Johnson, ’14 Elsie Mae Gordon, ’14 Ethel Vienna Bailey, ’14 Albert Francis Smith, ’15 Marguerite Alberta Grunewald, ’15 Harriet May Brown, ’15 Board of Directors of the Endowment Association Eben Charlton Black William G. Ward Charles Winslow Kidder Harry Seymour Ross Arthur Allen Stockdale O N APRIL, 1908, the students of Emerson College organized themselves into a Stu- dents’ Association, the object being to control all and only such things as pertain to the student-body as a whole, and in this way to make the true Emerson spirit more keenly felt among the students, and to further the interests of the College. The Association is officered by a President, a Vice-President, Secretary-Treasurer, and the Students’ Council. This Council consists of three officers of the Association as offic?r ex- officio, and t welve other members, three from each class. Regular monthly meetings are held by the Council and here plans are discussed and recommended that help the student-body, as a whole, and also the Alma Mater. Though quiet- ly, the Council has been working effectively this year. The Emerson College Magazine, which is published once a month throughout the year, is under the control of the Association which has also had charge of the College Year Book, The Emersonian, during the last three years. It is really the unifying element of all the stu- dents of the College. [ 94 ] looting OTomen’s Christian Association Officers and Cabinet President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Devotional Committee Extension Committee Membership Committee Social Committee Music Committee Room Committee Association-News Committee Visiting Committee J. M. Matheson F. C. Stiles P. A. Parsley E. D. Case N. F. Walter L. L. Clark M. E. Shamback I. M. Macgregor E. N. Smart J. D. Dodd M. A. Cody [ 95 ] ®fje ©met i)our at Cmerfion “ Come ye apart and rest awhile” Speakers and Subjects September 28 Miss Dupree “Prison Life in Philadelphia” October 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 20 October 4 Mrs. Southwick “The Content of the Ideal” October 18 Mr. Locke “Civic Service Work” October 25 Miss M. J. Corbett “Getting Acquainted with Jesus” November 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 40 November 8 Mrs. E. C. Black “Prayer” November 15 Miss M. Brown “Modern Missionary Work” November 22 Miss K. B. George “Seeking for Truth” December 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 80 December 18 Mrs. A. A. Stockdale “The Christmas Message” January 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 85 January 10 Dr. A. A. Stockdale “Taking a New Aim” January 24 Mrs. J. E. Southwick “The Value of an Organization” January 31 Miss S. Matthews “The Y. W. C. A. from a Larger Viewpoint February 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 90 February 8 Rev. Mr. Scott “A Day at a Time” February 21 Miss K. E. Hall “Girls in Spain” March 1 Rally Day Membership Thermometer — 100 March 14 Miss G. McQuesten “Responsibilities” March 28 Mrs. M. G. Hicks “Confidence” April 11 Mrs. J. Y. Duryea “World Brotherhood” April 18 Rev. S. C. Lang “The Joy of Jesus” Social Events September 23 Reception for Students October 10 Y. W. C. A. Night at Emerson February 14 Intercollegiate Tea [96] CANADIAN Isabel Macgregor Maud Relyea . Officers President Laura Curtis . Vice-President Secretary Mary Cody . Treasurer Members 1912 Abbie Ball 1913 Jean MacLatchy Isabel Macgregor Ethelwyn Cunningham Mary Cody Ida Leslie Bertha Gorman 1914 Laura Curtis Maud Relyea 1915 Francis Bradley In Facultate Agnes Knox Black Elsie Riddell Mrs. Harry Seymour Ross Jessie Matheson Amelia Green Maude MacLean Jennie Windsor )t Catta tan Club 1912=1913 In September we were glad to welcome five new members, which swelled our numbers to fourteen. Our little Club has stood shoulder to shoulder, aimed at something and accomplished it. For the first time, our Club has been identified with a local organization, becoming affiliated with the “Woman’s Auxiliary of the Boston Canadian Club,” and has in this way enjoyed various social functions. In February the “Emerson members” gave a Program at the Club Rooms to the Woman’s Auxiliary and their men friends, which was much appreciated. During the year several of our girls have given teas, and these afforded means of a more in- timate acquaintance. At various times we have been entertained by the Harvard Canadian Club, and we returned this hospitality by being “At Home” to our friends at the Copley Plaza on March 15. Mrs. Harry Ross and Mrs. Charlton Black were the hostesses on this occasion. Some new pins have been secured in Club colors, red and gold, and bearing the letters, E. C. C. We have plans in mind, to prove our interest is not only Canadian but Emersonian, which we hope to bring to fruition ere the year closes. As ten of the Club members are Seniors and Post-graduates, to carry on the work begun there must needs be a strong reinforcement next fall. It will be the aim of each graduate to send a substitute to fill her little part played in the Emersonian field. I. L. M. 97 ] Delta Delta Founded in 1901 Chapter Roll Alpha Beta Gamma New York Froebel Normal Chicago Kindergarten College Emerson College of Oratory Honor any Members Henry Lawrence South wick Walter Bradley Tripp Charles Winslow Kidder Harriet C. Sleight Mrs. Charles W. Kidder William G. Ward Mrs. William G. Ward Associate Member Mrs. Jessie Eldridge Southwick Active Members 1912 Olive Clark 1913 Rhea E. Ashley Lillian Aune Alice Esmond Abbie M. Fowler Vera McDonald Helen Leavitt 1914 Geraldine Jacobi 1915 Julie Owens Ruth Southwick Chapter House, 39 St. Stephen Street, Boston, Mass. AA P [ 101 ] Colors — Green and White liappa ©atnina Cfji Charter granted 1902 Flower — Lily-of-the-Valley Honorary Members Mrs. William Howland Kenny Miss Lilia Estelle Smith Mrs. Harry Seymour Ross Mrs. Edwin Morse Whitney Active Members 1913 Alice Faulkner Elizabeth Beattie Mildred Johnson Fern Stevenson Minnie Frazine Genevieve McGill Evelyn Oelkers 1914 Anastasia Scribner Florence Stiles 1915- Georgette Jette Marguerite Grunwald Madeleine Tarrant Blanche Fisher Laura Meredith Helen Smith K APPA GAMMA CHI was founded in 1892. At the time of its organi- zation there were several Chapters in the large colleges, but when sororities were abolished, they were discontinued. At present, the only other Chapter in existence is in Ohio Wesleyan. Because of the difference in character of the two remaining Chapters, they do not enter- tain an intersorority relationship. The Gamma Chapter has a strong and enthusiastic alumnae, which expects and demands the highest and best standard for its active members. We feel this responsibility has been potent in making the society count as a valuable asset to the school. At Emerson, the Kappas have en- deavored to be an active force for the welfare of every member, thus creating a unit of strength in the upbuilding of our College. [ 102 ] KFX $f)i Jttu ©amma Founded October 17, 1898, at Hollins, Va. Colors — Turquoise Blue and Black Flowers — Pink Rosebuds and Forget-Me-Nots Jewel — Pearl Active Chapters Hollins Institute, Hollins, Va. Brenan College, Gainesville, Ga. Miss Graham’s School, New York, N. Y. Veltin School, New York, N. Y. Newcomb College, New Orleans, La. New England Conservatory, Boston, Mass. Judson College, Marion, Ala. Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Centenary College, Cleveland, Tenn. Shorter College, Rome, Ga. Woman’s College, Montgomery, Ala. Alpha — Birmingham, Ala. Beta— Oceola, Fla. Gamma — New York City Delta — Hattiesburg, Miss. Alumnae Chapters Epsilon — Valdosta, Ga. Zeta — Shreveport, La. Eta — Central Alabama Theta — Fort Worth, Texas • Iota — Gainesville, Ga. Kappa — Atlanta, Ga. Lambda — New Orleans, La. 3ota Chapter Active Members 1912 Marguerite R. Albertson Lillian R. Hartigan 1913 Disa Brackett Helen Brewer Leila Dorothy Harris Ruth M. West Dorothea Deming Bertha McDonough Emily F. Brown Beatrice Perry Miss H. C. Sleight Mrs. F. L. Whitney Bertha Whitmore Miss Jessie Arguelle 1914 Florence Newbold Sue W. Reddick Members — Honorary Honorary Mrs. E. C. Black Mr. W. B. Tripp In Urbe Mrs. Maude G. Kent Miss Edith Wright Doris C. Sparrell Keturah G. Stokes Mrs. M. G. Hicks Pres. H. L. Southwick Mrs. Oscar Thorpe Mr. Edward Hicks 1915 E. Carolyn Jones Theodosia Peak Marion F. Vincent Chapter House, 177 St. Botolph Street I N 1907, the local Alpha Tau Lambda joined a national sorority and Iota Chapter of the Phi Mu Gamma became established. It has grown stronger and more firmly established each year. At the annual conclave held at Old Point Com- fort, Virginia, Miss Lillian Hartigan was elected a member of the Grand Council. Miss Maud Fiske was appointed one of the editors of the sorority magazine, The Argaliad. Each Chapter of the Phi Mu Gamma is re- quired to do some philanthropic work. Iota maintains a Post Graduate Scholarship Fund, and for this cause a play is given annually. The weekly meetings and social functions make the path of duty a little easier to tread, but the true aim of every Phi Mu Gamma is to live up to her sorority’s ideals and thus make the Chapter a moral and intellectual force in our College. [ 104 ] 1 M r % ' -La France Rose Heta $1)1 €ta Founded in 1892 Flower- Chapter Roll Emerson College of Oratory, Boston Cumnock School of Oratory, Chicago Honorary Members Bertel Glidden Willard Ella G. Stockdale Henry Lawrence Southwick Mary Elizabeth Gatchell Walter Bradley Tripp Rev. Allen A. Stockdale Elizabeth M. Barnes Associate Members Gertrude T. McQuesten Colors — Rose and White Alpha Beta Edward Phillip Hicks Maud Gatchell Hicks Elvie Burnett Willard Winifred H. Bent L. Elizabeth Bell Clara Thieson Elsie R. Riddell Active Members 1912 Ruth Watts 1913 Dorothy Elderdice Florence S. Hinckley Gertrude Chamberlin Anna M. Keck Mary B. Persinger Marjorie M. Westcott 0. Olga Newton Rose J. Willis 1914 M. Florence Bean Virginia Beraud Marion Grant Marion John Mary Louise Carter Louise West Theresa Z. Cogswell Jean E. West Laura B. Curtis Jennie E. Windsor 1915 Hazel G. Call C. Jean MacDonald Chapter House, Hemenway Chambers Heta $ljt €ta O N March nineteenth of the year nineteen hundred and eight, the Phi Eta Sigma Sorority of Emerson affiliated with Zeta Phi Eta of Cumnock School of Oratory in Evan- ston, 111. They were made the Alpha Chapter of that Sorority. Just before the Phi Eta Sigma became the Zeta Phi Eta, the former established a custom which they left as a heritage to their new sister- hood. Every year this custom has been care- fully observed, and the result is a reference library of very worthy note. The books presented to the College have been chosen very carefully, and among others is a very well known set of Shakespeare. Refer- ence books have been made a special study. As the number of books increased, it became necessary to have a separate case for them, anti in nineteen hundred and twelve the out-going girls of Zeta Phi Eta left a lovely mahogany book case as a token of their love for their Alma Mater. Zeta Phi Eta is an earnest co-worker with all Emersonians, and she hopes and strives for their success in every line. [ 106 ] gllpfja ®au Alpha Chapter Founded at Emerson College of Oratory, 1902 Chapter Roll . Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wis. University of Nebraska, Lincoln, Neb. Leland Stanford University, Berkeley, Cal. University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, Minn. Alpha Beta Gamma Delta Epsilon President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms Officers Stephen C. Lang Robert Howes Burnham Walter Bradley Tripp William G. Ward Active Members Robert Howes Burnham Frederick R. Dixon Stephen C. Lang Albert Russell Lovejoy Wayne Wooster Putnam John James Roy Henry Lawrence Southwick Walter Bradley Tripp William G. Ward Honorary Members E. Charlton Black, A. M., LL. D. Charles T. Grilley Richard Burton, Ph. D. Edwin Whitney Allen Arthur Stockdale [ 108 ] College Clients! September 27 Freshman Hazing- October 26 Junior Hallowe’en Dance October 19 Senior Class Dance October 10 Y. W. C. A. Reception November 21 Senior Stunt December 7 Junior Stunt December 12 Bungalow Dance (Seniors) December 18 Junior Auction Sale Riverbank Court Dance March 24-29 Junior Week March 28 Junior Prom, Copley Plaza April 10 Freshman Dance, Richards Hall April 12 Inter-Sorority Dance, Whitney Hall ®fje Ulumnt Officers of the Alumni Association Charles Winslow Kidder President Mary L. Sherman Vice-President Mrs. Priscilla C. Puffer Secretary-Treasurer Executive Committee Phineas P. Field, ’83 Jessie E. Southwick, ’85 Minnie Tapley Miller, ’87 Lilia E. Smith, ’89 Walter B. Tripp, ’89 Maud Gatchell Hicks, ’93 Edith Whitmore, ’93 Charles W. Paul, ’97 Theresa Kidder ,’98 Stella Ripley MacKenzie, ’02 Helena Richardson, ’03 Edwin Morse Whitney, ’02 Anna E. Marmein, ’06 Associations Emerson College Club of Hartford Emerson College Club of Minneapolis Emerson College Club of Chicago Emerson College Club of New York Emerson College Club of Boston Emerson College Club of Rhode Island Emerson College Club of Syracuse, N. Y. Emerson College Club of Los Angeles Wo t fce gUumttt W E ALWAYS have news of our Alumni in the Magazine, so it is almost un- necessary to say much about them here; though we can all agree that any news con- cerning those who represent us in the world is welcomed with pleasure. We all have friends among the Alumni, else how should we be here? And it is indeed an inspiration to us, who hope some day to be Alumni, to hear of the work done by the differ- ent organizations. It shows that the spirit of Emerson does not end with the graduation of the student, but continues in his life afterwards and is kept alive by association with the nearest group of Emer- sonians that have banded together for that purpose. We hear of the different groups, also, through the Endowment Association. For, you know, we are all working toward one end in that move- ment, and it does not remain in the active Col- lege members alone, but in those who would be thereby benefited, to work to their best ability for the accomplishment of so worthy a purpose. There are those of the Alumni who, though they are not affiliated with any one organiza- tion of them, are plodding their ways through the world just the same and making good, too. We like to hear of them sometimes, for Emerson is always back of us and interested in us wherever we are or whoever we may be. And then at the Reunions of Commence- ment, what a time there is. They come back from all over the country and the greetings of the old friends are indeed a revelation of the feelings that will always exist between every- one, even though we meet but seldom, because we have been through Emerson together. ruN If these jokes don’t Appeal to you, Why didn’t you Write us up a few? Freshmen: Pathfinders. Juniors: Deer (dear) slayers. Seniors: The Pioneers. Post Grads: The Last of the Mohicans. Alumni : The Prairie. Apropos of Romeo in love with Love : “He was an Englishman and he was much in love. He vowed, ‘I cawn’t sleep, cawn’t eat, cawn’t do anything, Domn it!’ ” Please drawl ! Her pa heard her give the P. G. yell, For joy he could not speak. He murmured, “Mother, listen To our darling talking Greek.” She was a constant matinee goer and that is why she confused the shows, but she said she had seen “The Garden of Disraeli.” Expression — Unnecessary to evolution. Magazine — Prompt and interesting. Elocution — Newly coined word. Rehearsals — Many and lengthy. Sororities — Universal brotherhood. Omar Khayyam — Fully comprehended. Noise — A graceful stage fall. Cupid — A foreign body. O — A tongue vowel. Lessons — First thoughts. Laziness — An unknown quantity. Engagements — Warranted not to break. Gesture — A thing of beauty. Exams — A joy forever. DAY AFTER PROM Miss Flirtatious — We were in the balcony all alone, and he told me how they won that game — a regular dramatic narrative. Sourgrapes — Did he hold his audi- ence? Whom did Hilda and Leila Harris? Graduate — When shall we ever be- come acquainted with Rossetti? Freshman — Can’t someone give an afternoon tea so all the girls can meet him? She called up Hayden’s and asked, “Why haven’t our costumes arrived?” Haydens — What were they for, ‘The School for Scandal’? Girl (indignantly) — No, indeed, for the Emerson College of Oratory! “Why are you putting on that kind of make-up?” “I want to dye young.” A Recital Class : A lesson in abandon — Dodd and Durgin, pupils. Instruction given by teacher to stand before the class, hand in hand, and shout something very shocking. Response — What the devil do we care! If Cicero had nerve, Caesar had Gaul. She was making up for the play but she looked so dejected over it that some- one observed, “What’s the matter? What are you in?” “Why, I am in ‘The Shadow of the Glen.’ ” Lives of editors remind us That their lives are not sublime; And they have to work like thunder To get the book out in time. [ 112 ] Had to Work on an Essay Had to practice Had to plaY for a rehearsal Had To go shopping Had a Headache Had to cram for an Exam Had the Year Book to do Had no alarm Clock Had Lines to learn Had to go to the Costumers Had A date with (?) Had to get some lUnch Had to “Supe” with Mantell Had a maTinee date Had callerS Had to eat my brEakfast NOTICE Anyone interested in Ancient History should read some of the notices on the bulletin board. Helen (in tears [?]) — Mr. Kenny hurt my feelings awfully today. Girls — How? Helen — He told me to hum an ‘n’ and when I did, he said it sounded like ‘ell.’ Ara’s Bible Study — “And the churches were filled with cannibals” (candles). ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS She — No we don’t guarantee anything. Have you tried shaving? Thinker — We know of no remedy for your ability to think while on your feet. If you do not apologize for it, it will probably not be noticed. Diligence — The first step in pursuing your studies diligently is to get behind in them. A RECIPE FOR KISSES To one piece of dark piazza add a little moonlight; take for granted two people; press in two strong ones, a small, soft hand; sift lightly two ounces of attraction and one of romance; add a large measure of jollity; stir in a floating ruffle and one or two whispers; dissolve one-half dozen glances in a well of silence; a small quantity of hesitation; one ounce of resistance; place kisses on a flushed cheek and set aside to cool. It will succeed in any climate if directions are carefully followed. Had to See him JUST A DITTY A classic play (So runs my lay), The lead, a fair-haired girl. Her role, a man, All spick and span, In coal-black wig, a-curl. A long applause And glad ha-has — In dramatics she had won. The curtain down, She smiles all roun’, But the real play’d just begun. She doffed the wig, Changed her rig, Went home and wrote her mother. Some weeks went by ; With tear in eye, The poor girl wrote another. One parasite, With main and might, Had grown to fearful numbers. The awful gain Drove her neaj insane, And kept her from her slumbers. At last a friend Was induced to lend A helping hand in the cause. A druggist’s prescription, A comb of fine description, And search without a pause. When conquered at last, To another cast, This lady, Tripp did assign. So she brought her wig home, Used larkspur and comb; But before not after this time. Does Albert Lovejoy? What did Marion Grant? [ 113 ] £ ur Co=€tis The preparation for the Van Dyke Recital program was a failure and in chagrin, Disa, the captain, announced, “No one else has anything ready, but I can give you a ‘Handful of Clay.’ ” They were working on their stage plot, when one sighed, “Now everything has been properly located but where shall I put the soft music?” “Somewhere near the slow curtain, I think.” A bunch of E. C. 0. girls occupied second balcony, first row center, Shubert Theatre. One girl, having a cramp in her toe, removed her shoe. It was hastily confiscated by one of the party and sent along the line. Later, a search for the shoe resulted in its discovery among the wraps of a stranger, who embarrassingly asked, “Why, how did it get here?” The owner explained, “You see, it’s a Walk- Over.” She was seldom prepared for Recitals, but her last effort suggested good intent. It was entitled “Work.” “Helen, how much did your ‘Moral Education’ cost?” H.— “A dollar sixty.” “Oh, it doesn’t cost that in Halifax.” She was rehearsing her business for blind Pygmalion and stood before her mirror with her eyes tightly closed. Thus her room mate found her and asked, “What are you doing, anyway?” Sur- prised and realizing her foolish act, she stammered out, “Why, — trying to see how I look with my eyes shut.” A notice on the Bulletin Board read as follows: “Wanted, by a Saturday student, the return of the fountain pen borrowed by a ‘regular’ whose name and face I can’t recall.” Beneath it was found written later: “I borrowed your pen, but how am I td know who you are?” When an awful crash preceded one of the “Shrew” scenes, Mr. Tripp was heard to remark, “It takes a lot of noise to tame that Shrew.” They were rehearsing the tomb scene in “Romeo and Juliet” and every kiss was punctuated with a giggle. In des- peration, he begged, “Don’t mind me. Try to think it’s Romeo.” She — “O h, I don’t care who it is.” A FEW ON THE FACULTY Dean Ross was lecturing on Keats and Shelley. But in a moment of confusion, he found himself expatiating on Sheats and Kelly. 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