Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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HKNR ' i ' LAWRLNCK SOU I I IWICK resident 2|ruru l ahtmtrr S inttlihttrk “The li’ill to do, the soul to dare.” Henry Lawrence Southwick was born in West Roxbury, Mass., in 1863. From 1880-87 he was a member of the staff of the Boston Herald and in 1887 he graduated from the Monroe College of Oratory. The following year he had charge of the Oratory Department at Martha’s Vineyard Summer Institute and then became Master of Elocution and Oratory in the William Penn Charter School, Philadelphia. For two years he was connected with Augustin Daly’s company. In 1900 he returned to Emerson, where he acted as Dean until 1908 when he was elected President of the college. Our President is a born leader with so forceful and splendid a personality that anyone who once meets him never forgets him. He is known the country over as ranking at the head of his profession as l ecturer and reader. He is compelled to be absent from us for a part of the year because of his numerous reading engagements. On his return he IS always enthusiastically greeted by the college, for he is greatly missed. Every student is known personally by the President and he is ever busy in their service. His genial smile and great dramatic ability make his classes a treat. It is indeed a privilege to have known and studied under President Southwick. 9 11ARR ’ SEYMOUR ROSS Dean i arrif g’lniauntr Siuis Drau " Ills song n as onhi living aloud His Xi’ork a singing nulh his hand.” Never was that statement truer of any man than of our beloved Dean. Ever since 1908 when he came to Emerson to assume the duties of office of Dean, the students have felt the influence of a life who:e aim is to be kind and good to all m every way. Flow well this has been accomplished may be gauged by the love felt for him by all who have come under his influence. Harry Seymour Ro:s was born in E.ast Haddam, Conn., in 1868, where he spent his early life until he entered Oberhn College at twenty years of age. Here he went thru the preparatory school and did three years of college work. After this he entered Emerson College, from which he graduated in 1897. After his graduation he was Professor of English and Elocution at Worcester Academy and later he was made acting Principal. It was from this position that he was called to return to Emerson. Whether it be financial troubles or discouragement, ambitious plans or just the little everyday frictions that we need help with, each one of us feels that he can “take it to the Dean.” Best of all, one never comes away without feeling the better for the ready sympathy and help of our dear, busy friend in the office. 1„BF.N Chari, ION Fii.ACK William G. Ward CHARLES WINSLOW KIDDER l egistrar ; Vocal Physiology ; Acoustics " The kindest man, the best condition ' d. And unU’earied in doing courtesies. " Graduate of Mitchell School for Boys; for two years upon the stage; graduate of Emerson College in 1889; post graduate, 1890. Taught in William Penn Charter School; tutor in Bates College and was from there called to teach at Emerson College. Mr. Kidder is the one who always has time for our little troubles no matter how busy he is. All of his pupils admire and love him and he is indeed the friend of every one. WALTER BRADLE ' i ' TRIPP History of the Drama; Impersonation; Dramatic Interpretation " Existence is a merrv treat And everv speech a jest. " Graduate of Monroe College, 1889; post graduate, 1890; Lecturer at Boston University of Law; professor of Oratory at Boston College; appointed to the Emerson Faculty, 1889. Mr. Tripp tries to be patient with our attempts at interpretation. We are the highly appreciative victims of his witty thrusts. Who would miss a single class of his, so filled as they are with interest and stimulative thinking? WILLIAM G. WARD Logic; Debate; Psychology; English Literature " The larger heart, the (■md ier hand.” Graduate Ohio Wesleyan University, 1872; Drew Theological Seminary; studied at University of Halle; later at Berlin; professor m Baldwin University, Syracuse Uni- versity; President of Spokane College; author. Dr. Ward IS a jolly, genial man and we w ' lsh that everyone might know his inimitable way of telling jokes. In the classroom he brings us a w ' onderful fund of information so delightfully and vividly put that it lives in our memories. E. CHARLTON BLACK English Literature " But eies and eares and ev ' rv thought IT ere nnth his sweete perfections caught.” Graduate of Edinburgh University, 1882; studied at Queen’s College and West- minster College; lecturer at Harvard University and New England Conservatory; professor of Literature at Boston University; lecturer at Emerson College since 1903; author. We are all proud of “our” Dr. Black and take great interest in each of his new achievements. He opens up for us new vistas in English Literature with his lectures which are, like himself, peculiarly charming. 13 Silas A. Alden Robrt 1 lowES Burnham SILAS A. ALDLN Applied Anatomy; Hygiene; Physical Training “A l(irider gentleman treads not the earth.” A member of Dr. Emerson’s first regular class, graduating from Monroe College in 1883; graduate of Boston College of Physicians and Surgeons, 1906. Dr. Alden is dear to the hearts of many student generations. He is always anxious for our mental and bodily welfare. He greets us in the corridors and classrooms with the cheeriest of faces and warmest of handclasps. Many a student has been started anew on the road to health by this friend. ROBERT BURNHAM Make-up; Interpretation ”He ' s a great observer And he looks quite through the deeds of men. Graduate of Emerson College, 1901 ; poet graduate, 1902. He first taught m Marietta College, Ohio. Eater he went on the stage and in the last few years has built up a reputation for himself as a dramatic coach. He has been teaching in Emerson College since 1 909. Mr. Burnham is always pleasant to meet both in the classroom and out. In class lie brings us valuable and practical knowledge from his wide experience as public reader and coach. PRISCILLA C. PUEEER Gesture; Elocution " To one that V ' lth us n’or fs And trusts nnth faith.” Graduate of Normal School of Salem; graduate of Emerson, 1898; post graduate, 1 899 ; teacher at the Quincy Mansion School before joining the faculty of Emerson. Mrs. Puffer is ever holding us to our responsibilities and winning our respect. She IS always ready with the encouraging word to all who try. WILLIAM HOWLAND EENNE ' b Vocal Technique — " Do good by stealth And blush to find it fame.” Graduate of Leominster High School; student at Harvard University; specialized for seven years in study of voice in New ork and abroad before he became a Trustee and a member of the Eaculty of Emerson College. Mr. Kenney is not only an advocate of hard work but he bodies forth his doctrine. He IS a big-hearted man and the appreciation of his value grows upon acquaintance. 15 Jessie Eldridge Southwick Elvie Burnett Willard • cNEs Knox Bi.ack Maud Gatchei.l I licKs JESSIE ELDRIDGE SOUTHWICK Voice Culture; Ethics; Shakespeare " Grace n as in all her steps, heaven in her eye. " Graduate of Department of Oratory, New England Conservatory; graduate of Monroe College of Oratory. Immediately upon her graduation she became a member of the faculty, where ever since she has been an inspiration to all who came into personal contact with her. In the classroom she guides us gently but effectively. Busy with innumerable activities, she always gives her best without reservation to her students. ELVIE BURNETT WILLARD Story Telling; Repertoire " Earth has not anything to shorv more fair. Graduate of Emerson College, 1892; post graduate, 1893; reader in Lyceum and Concert work; appointed to the Emerson Eaculty in 1902. A spirit of graciousness in our midst moving to perform kind deeds for everyone. Many a pupil has been brought out of homesickness and discouragement by this little “Big Sister” of ours. Seeing her once we love her, and knowing her well we love her more. AGNES KNOX BLACK Literary Interpretation " Duty by her is to pleasure turned.” Educated at Toronto Normal and Toronto University; lecturer at Government School of Pedagogy; became a member of the Emerson staff in 1903; holds Chair of Elocution at Boston University. She is a personal friend who brings us the inspiration of noble womanhood and an embodiment of her art in her life. Her personality and im- pressive teaching have awakened more than one girl to a realization of the deeper spiritual significance of life. MAUD GATCHELL HICKS Dramatic Art and Pantomime " A fellorv feeling maizes one nmndrous l(ind.” Graduate of Chelsea High School; graduate and post graduate of Emerson Col- lege, 1893; teacher in Columbia College, Mo.; appointed to the Emerson Eaculty, 1900. This busy little woman has done much coaching for schools and clubs besides her regular teaching work. Her every minute is so full of work that we wonder how she does it all. As no one would think of missing her classes, what more could be said? 17 Marriei C. Sleigh 1 Lilia Estelle Smith ' ' ‘Itr ' Elsie F . [Riddell Gertrude McQuesten HARRIEI C. SLEIGHT Physiology; Anatomy; Interpretation " Thou n ert my guide, philosopher, friend.” Studied at Indiana State Normal School, Iowa University, Chautauqua School of Physical Education; graduate of Emerson College, 1907; post graduate, 1908; im- mediately became a member of the Emerson Eaculty. So practical, sympathetic and cheery that we all have a big corner in our hearts for this teacher who is such an embodi- ment of enthusiasm. The girls all turn naturally to her for advice and comfort. LILIA E. SMITH Pedagogy; History of Education; School Management “IVe meet thee lil(e a pleasant thought.” Graduate of Emerson College, 1889; post graduate, 1890; became a member of the Emerson Faculty in 1890; teacher in the Emerson Summer School. Miss Smith IS the spirit of helpfulness, always on the lookout for those who need her words of encouragement and cheer. She takes a real interest in the development of her pupils from the time they come to her as freshmen, an interest which does not end with their graduation. ELSIE RIDDELL Gymnasium; Dancing; Fencing “O! she dances such a n ay No sun upon an Easter Day Is half so fine a sight.” Studied at Toronto private schools, St. Margaret’s College and University of Toronto; graduate of Sargent’s School, Cambridge, 1910. Has taught in Emerson since 1910 and is in charge of the Corrective Department at Sargent School. Miss Riddell, while holding us strictly to the requirements of her work, has a grace and charm about her that wins the hearts of her pupils. GERTRUDE McQUESTEN Articulation; Technique of the Voice ”Nor knouiest thou U’hat argument Thy life to thy neighbor ' s creed hath lent.” Graduate of New Hampshire State Normal and of the Boston School of Oratory, where she taught upon her graduation; appointed to the Emerson Faculty in 1903. Miss McQuesten is always bubbling over with enthusiasm and vitality, so that we never have a dull second in her classes. She is a little body doing a great work. 19 II o S ntuir ©ffirrrs NETI IE HUTCHINS . HELEN BARTEL . ESTELLE VAN HOESEN ERED HUBBARD . CCUuio JFImurr Jonquil President ice-President Secretary! T reasurer (ClariH (Colorn Green and Gold djlasa UcU Lock-a-zing, Lock-a-zang! Lock-a-zing, Lock-a-zang! Zip, boom ! Zip, boom ! Zi[r, boom! Bang! Boomerali ! Boomerali ! Boomerali lors! Seniors! Hip hooray! Ray ! ionquilfi Sanrr luith trembling nuitimi, iFlaehtng here anb there lOita nf golb aa aiutahine, Smtguila are an fair. (fail it be tl|at Inug agu (6nba mere kinb tn man. (Taught anb turneb tn flnmera rare Slaughter milb nf 3au ? llet mitl) all thg beauty (Tnmea a aeuae nf gain, (Other tltnughta rnme atealiug ilu uueubiug train. fflagliap gnu mere mnrtala al at berauae nf mrnng iKuat thru all the agea lying gnur aileut anug. nnga tn ua imglnriug (That me heeb ijnur aiu; (Tnulb gnu bring thia meaaage iSaggiueaa mnulb min. 3a thia then gnur guuiahmeut— ahat me ueuer aee Aught in gnu but laughter, ffiear un anug aaue glee? Gf.ri rude M. Allen Mansfield, Pennsylvania 1 he tremolo of 1 rudie’s voice is a sadly overworked accomplishment of hers. We have never been able to decide whether she is culti- vating it or trying to overcome it. Her touch of reserve is quite befitting her dignity of carriage. We have to hand it to Gertrude when it comes to dispositions — hers is absolutely weather proof ! Martha Marie Allen Arlington, Iowa Now that the class is so near demobih ation we wonder how we shall be able to kee[) track of Martha Mane without bred to direct us. Where Martha Mane is, there Fred is also. We had always su[)[)osed that the South had a mo- nopoly on the charming drawl, but we see now that Iowa has done its part. Having fulfilled our mis non as knockers, we now [iroceed to say that she really is a good scout. IL Florence E. Bailey Watertown, Massachusetts Florence’s tall stateliness has been so utilized in dramatics to produce the illusion of mascu- linity that she has been obliged to hold m leash any material inclination to play the clinging vine, for the roster of the class provides no sturdier oak than herself on which to lean. Her hospitality has saved many a senior derelict wrecked on the shoals of the high cost of living. Ethel H. Baker Winterfort, Maine Perhaps no one in the college has given the faculty more trouble than Ethel Baker. She makes so much noise. Mrs. Rogers just fol- lows her about the halls trying to keep her from disturbing the classes, for, of course, Ethel cuts up terribly! However, when she reads Ethics papers she makes us all feel like freshmen, for to the joy of Mrs. Southwick’s heart, she thinks. 23 Infiz M. Bang hart Maquoketa, Iowa Inez IS with us only by fits and starts, mostly starts for New ' l ork. She thinks no more of running over to Gotham than we do of running over to Hood’s. We expect that she is as well known a figure on Broadway as the Flatiron Building. Were she as often seen here we might tell you more about her. Hf.len H. Bartel Waltham, Massachusetts 1 he only thing we would recommend for 1 felen’s further evolution is to wrestle vigorously with her deplorable use of slang. It is the one indication we find m her of earthly contamina- tion. Otherwise we feel her likely to take wing with Ibsen and Mrs. Black and soar to realms unvisited by the .Mundane We. We have a sneaking susi)icion that she will soon have an opportunity to [ilay Juliet to a New ork Romeo, rather than Romeo to a Juliet of Mrs. I licks’ selection. 24 Marie Bellefontaine Malden, Massachusetts Who would think that this devout little maiden has a passion for dancing? et such IS the case, and she is really very good at it. Another thing Mane might pride herself upon is her eyes. Her Parisian touch is noticeable in everything she undertakes. As a producer of pantomime. Miss Bellefontaine has brought dis- tinction to Emerson. Alma Lee Brown Arkadelphia, Arkansas Alma comes from way out among the In- dians — but she isn’t like them. She is mild and harmless and certainly not lazy. In the Emer- son hive Alma is not one of the drones. Her two favorite selections are “Browning’s ‘Star,’ by Browning,” and “L’Envoi.” In the latter she explains to the tired Emersonians that “Only the good shall be happy. They shall sit in an old armchair.” Well, everyone has a right to her own con- ception of Paradise! 25 Hazel G. Call Athol, Massachusetts Look at her! She appears innocent enough; but she has committed the unpardonable sin. She is a grind. Despite the fact that it is dif- ficult to love one who is always prepared. Hazel has not yet been ostracized and enjoys her share of popularity. Al.ma Faye Eaton Livermore Falls, Maine baye has been “giving to the world the best she has” for the last four years. We trust that this stale bit of philosophical bread she has so frequently cast upon the waters will return to her, at least buttered, if not cake. Speak- ing of edibles, b aye’s culinary skill is not to be sneezed at, which is fortunate for Him. If faithful attention to the duties at hand augurs success, we have no fears for her domestic future. 26 Elizabeth E. Ellis Gainesville, Georgia Bess IS very studious. She has been known to lock herself in her room and study “The Eorgiveness” for hours! It has been said that Bess looks like Eddie Eoy. Well, people are even proud to look like Lincoln. She was not “raised” in the West, but “grew” in the South. Her highest ambition is to lose enough of her Southern dialect to be able to talk like an Amer- ican. Bess IS an optimist. Why say more? Olive E. Guthrie Sydney, Nova Scotia La Comedienne! who owes her success as a wit to the versatility of her — eyebrows. The champagne of life within her bubbles over m frothy fun for the refreshment of our jaded spirits. Privileged by the Faculty, what liber- ties does she not take unreprimanded ! She trips in where angels fear to tread and trips out smiling. 27 Jf.ssie C. Haszard Charlottetown, P. E. I. As an example of how a girl may change her ideas, Jessie takes the cake. Her evolution has been from a healthy, blooming, country lass, with no sense of the importance of the masculine element, to a sophisticated young person who just can’t make her eyes behave. There is no one in our class who can surpass her in open-hearted generosity and her beautiful eagerness to oblige everyone. Golda Maf. Hewitt 1 aylorsville, Illinois Golda is a nice girl, but she needs rousing. She only giggles where other girls would say “My hands are cold ” or “Nobody loves me.” Members of the debate class will never forget the long line of stinging epithets she applied to newsjiaper editors. We fear they must have neglected (jolda sometime. 28 Dorothy C. Hopkins Osco, Illinois “Well, now,” Dorothy Hopkins is as serious- minded a girl as ever propounded ethical posers. We all have more or less pleasant reminders of her written in that neat little script at the dic- tation of Mr. Kidder. She delights the heart of Miss Riddell with her perfect poise and cor- rect carriage. That incredibly smooth coiffure is the despair and envy of ordinary tousled headed seniors. Fred W. Hubbard Newton, Massachusetts Here is a rare hot air artist — a Prince of Bluffers. He defies Shakesperean commentators, gives adult, normal men private lessons, grants royalties, and what is more, he gets away with It! Of all our masculine appendages he is the most sartorially artistic. [For an interpreta- tion of this passage we refer Fred to Webster’s unabridged.] We call attention to the fact that we have not made use of the whiskered tax collector joke which has grown hoary with use. Reverting to our central idea, our advice is, if all else fails, try poker. 29 Nettie M. Hl tc mins Boston, Massachusetts 1 hat fragile exterior is but a thin curtain for undreamed of epicurean tendencies. I he only edible which does not tempt her to excess IS the mild, inoffensive and nutritious buckwheat cake, since her disastrous, gastronomic debauch as a Sophomore. Our enthusiastic and popu- lar class president, our capable and executive editor of the magazine, she is the jolhest of companions and the most loyal of friends. Phyllis Jenkins Whitman, Massachusetts We have Mr. 1 ripp’s word for it that this modest little violet writes decidedly naughty |)lays. She gravitates toward risque situations and openly admits that she makes her characters forceful by force of expletive. Her naivete and (juaint originality are refreshing after the surfeit of “My dear!” and “Wonderful!” with which our tired ears are ringing. it) Verre T. Johnston Kingston, Pennsylvania We have yet to observe Verre even mildly interested in any subject presented to her at- tention. Her languid sinuosity would make an excellent model for the latest fashion in Filene silhouettes. If it is true that clothes make the woman, then Verre certainly deserves her repu- tation of good looks. Leah I. Kendall Waterford, Pennsylvania We have seen very little of Leah this year, or rather, Leah has seen very little of us. She has lived in a highly rarefied atmosphere, far above the madding crowd. Perchance she has been picturing herself occupying the “set- tee” of English and Expression in some remote institution of learning; it might even be that the furniture in question will be of a very dif- ferent type. But whether in a pedagogic or domestic capacity, Leah will do credit to the head master who engages her. 31 Ruin Kennard Glendora, California Ruth IS “just crazy” about her recital work, and she sometimes makes her audience feel the same way. In make-up she looks very charm- ing but, as Mr. Burnham says, she has a good foundation to begin with. Her perseverance in play-wntmg is also to be commended. Kura M. K ester Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania No one save .Miss McQuesten has achieved the triumph of penetrating Kura’s almost im- [lenetrable shell. I o her, Kura freely lays bare her pal|)itating, aesthetic soul, while we lesser ones look on m bewilderment, amazed at her [rossibilities. 32 Mary C. Lancto Chateaugay, New oik 1 hose who have noted Mary’s penchant for the bizarre in dress are hereby instructed that she feels she has a bit of the Oriental in her blood, and she is merely expressing her Ego. Persistently hiding her light under a bushel, she has sought a seat on the back row for the last three years. There she has whiled away many a dull period employing her felicity of phrase in writing jingles at the expense of many an un- conscious subject. Mildred L. Little Petersburg, Pennsylvania According to Senior Impersonation, Milly can be placed at fifty per cent vital, at least. Such sheer joy of living bound up in one person cannot be found elsewhere m our illustrious class. Her buxom buoyancy will float her along the narrow channel of Congregational Orthodoxy as she embarks upon it in Oregon, or elsewhere. 33 Margaret L. Longstreet Brooklyn, New ' l ork “1 alent is something, but tact is everything. ” We all admit that Peg has something, for her dancing is renowned, but her frankness raised to the nth power sometimes makes us feel that the truth is not aKvays beautiful. However, her wit IS enough to make her good company, after all, and her desire to be of service in every good cause is well recognized. Fri.derica Magnus Memphis, Tennessee h rederica is the best speaking advertisement we know of Mr. Kenney and his guild. Count- less times have we been exhorted to “I ook at that Magnus girl!” and we have looked and marveled. Quantities of her Southern warmth have been ex()ended in thawing out our North ern frigidity. No artificial ice plant could re- sist the [lenetrating rays of h rederica’s 1 en- nessee sunshine. 34 Ann Minahan Pittsfield, Massachusetts Speaking of laughs, Ann’s is as violent and unexpected as her unprefaced reference to the hired man’s overalls one day in gesture class. What a swash buckling pirate she would have made, m spite of her lack of inches! Her touch of reserve only enhances the charm of her elusive personality. Astrid W. Nvgren hreeport. New ork Astrid has relapsed once again into her customary placid demeanor which was so woe- fully disrupted during her first flurried year as Secretary of the Dramatic Club. Miss Nygren is one who feels so keenly the responsibilities of her position that for a time her classmates felt serious concern. She runs the gamut of dramatic expression from King Henry to Bill Sykes with equal facility. 33 Gkokcia a. Paddock Jackson, Minnesota Deep into the gnrn recesses of our editorial mind we delved to ferret out some wan shadow of a blot on Georgia’s scutcheon, but nary a shadow. Despite our natural and fervent aver- sion for the hand of authority, we meekly submit to the austere administration of our library po- liceman. With firm impartiality she quells the exuberance of friend and foe. Ruth A. Pancost Jewell, Kansas Ruth is a noisy girl from Kansas. 1 he most Kansassy thing about her is the sunny- ness of her smile. She is strong for the “Old .Aunt Mary” stuff and the country church fairs, although she trips over her fantastic toes in quite a startling manner. Ruth came to Emerson to prepare for public work, but has changed her mind, and is going to teach young Kansas cow- boys how to read “1 Have a Little Shadow” an d “ I he Daffodils.” 36 George F. Pearson Brighton, Massachusetts Mr. Pearson has had a narrow escape. Un- til this year, we have always considered him serious-minded and have been ashamed of our own repertoires because he knew nothing but classic literature. Lately he has taken to farce, and class after class have shed tears of mirth while he was on the platform. George, you have cheated us out of a great many laughs, but since versatility is the test of an artist, we forgive you ! Ellen D. Reed Elmora, Pennsylvania Another of those quiet waters that run deep! Ellen has never seemed to expose her inmost soul to the brutal vivisection of Emersonians. Her aloofness is quite impenetrable. We think perhaps she is in love. You know there are so many qualities so like love that it is difficult to tell, but she comes to in a hazy, dazed sort of way when called upon to get up in class and orate ! The nicest thing about her is the way her nose crinkles when she laughs. 37 West Acton, Massachusetts 1 Iklf.n L. Reed Nobody ever got to a rehearsal ahead of Miss Reed. Whenever you arrive, Helen al- ways greets you with the docile expression of a wounded lamb. “I have waited two hours. Do you think anyone else will come?” Helen would actually be guilty ot attending chapel if her train reached town in time! Despite this weird, uncanny passion for promptness. Miss Reed IS a real live, very agreeable girl. Helen M. Roaktv Brooklyn, New ork Many a time and oft have we writhed help- lessly under 1 felen’s burst of extemporaneous elocjuence on the superiorities of the New ork Stale school system. We picture Helen as sharing ecjiial glory with F ' roebel, Montes:ori and tho e other guys, who are bright and shin- ing lights in the ranks of educational reformers. 1 here indeed shall her dreams be realized. 3H Mary F. Sayre Warwick, New ' i ork Some one must be interested in Society, so we let Molly attend to that duty for us all. Copley Plaza luncheons are as common for Molly as ham sandwiches for the rest of us. She IS the only girl we know who never descends to the level of a middy. Wise girl! it would not become her patrician elegance. Edna I. Schmitt Peoria, Illinois The melancholy Jacques has nothing on Edna when it comes to caustic comment on the cosmos. “They can’t fool me” is her slogan. Some people find difficulty in living up to their reputations as wits, but Edna has no cause to worry. ITer talent and perseverance won her the honor of being the first student to receive the scholarship awarded by the Emerson Col- lege Club of Boston. 39 Makcarf i B. Scu reman Kingston, Pennsylvania “A woman’s crowning glory is her hair, says the hKrpicide advertisement, and Peggy has lots of crowning glory. When she wore It in braids it attracted so much attention that the traffic police compelled her to wear it as you see it now. In addition to her hair, Mar- garet has lots of pep, common sense and wit, and IS a genuine good fellow. Laurence J. Smith Franklin, Pennsylvania Behold the incorrigible joke-smith and the most highly ap[ireciative auditor of his cpiips. As 1 aurence himself so modestly remarked, " When anyone wants any literary work done around here, they come to me.” Fdowever, all joking aside, no one could dream of making a jocose reference to “ 1 he Cathedral Clock,” his sujrremely beautiful creation. As author and jilaywrighl, the entire class does him honor. 40 Mildred Southwick Brookline, Massachusetts Mildred’s ambitions are bounded on the north by Broadway, on the east by the front page of the Red Book, on the south by Cohan and Harris and on the west by the Golden Gate. Like a meteor she has shot across our horizon, one girl in her time playing many parts — and good ones, too. It has been our Senior privi- lege to point out the beautiful Miss Southwick as an object of admiration and emulation to novitiate Freshmen. Harriet S. Stille San Antonio, Texas Altho Miss Stille rhymes with silly, the two have no connection. About her is the atmos- phere of the Southland and the bearing of a Texas cowboy. She has a beautiful southern accent and always recites Milton and Shakes- peare in negro dialect. Her genial good humor is unfailing. 41 Neponset, Illinois Sarah P. Stocking How admirable a subject for the plastic art of make-up is Sarah’s nose! Her rubicund countenance as Bardolph was a high light in Henry the Fourth. In sweet charity she circu- lated tin banks among us, enticing from us the lonely dime to swell the fund for suffering soldiers. Klby F. Suthp:rland Woodsville, New Hampshire Nobody knew anything to say about Miss Sutherland, so we assume that she never defied the faculty m public. Her impersonation of Juliet may be remembered as particularly un- firepared, which would indicate that she does not allow the ojrjiosite sex to waste much of her lime. As her name imjilies. Ruby is a “gem” of a girl. 42 Grace W. Thorson Medford, Massachusetts Tech stocks seem to be going down. Grace invested heavily last year; evidently the propo- sition looked good to her, so she secured a cor- ner on the institution. But this year she has been moved with commendable philanthropic zeal to develop home products. She is as pretty as a pink, as all the underclassmen will agree. Amy Toll Boston, Massachusetts Amy foil has an embarrassing habit of be- ing reminded of something Dante or Brown- ing said right in the middle of a class and expecting the instructor to remember it too. This IS because she is a Gemini — if you don’t know what that is it is because you have never studied the occult like Amy Toll. She posses es much musical ability and has rendered invaluable ser- vice to the Glee Club. 43 Margulrue Thompson Jacksonville, North Carolina Perhaps Marguerite’s greatest achievement IS her ability to improve upon really quite good authors. She belongs to the school that dis- regards memorized text. Rite just gets inspired and whether she is doing her inimitable darky selections or murdering Browning, she sails along on text of her own exclusive arrangement. Rite has a healthy, cheerful spirit that makes her a delightful companion. She rather expects to live in the Philippine Islands some day. es, he has been there some time. Nancy May Turner West Medford, Massachusetts Nan is a typical twig from an old New Png- land family tree with an untoward leaning toward frivolity. As an efficiency expert, she IS admittedly ca[)able of giving pointers along reconstructive lines on a list of subjects ranging from domestic economy to college administra- tion. If she follows her own inclinations she will globe trot to the South Sea Islands, and interjiret the Immortal Bard to the accompany- ing strains of the ukelele. 44 Lucy Upson Rockford, Illinois L nuUerably weary of this material existence, if we may judge by the expression of her eye- brows, Lucy longs for her reincarnation as a golden jonquil blooming perennially beneath Her window. Priding herself on her dominant in- tellectuality, we venture to suggest that she dooms her recreated heroes and heroines to chronic anaemia by surrounding them by the perpetually ethereal atmosphere of the Which- ness of the What. We believe this book to be a speaking testimonial of her artistic taste and executive ability. Ann W. Vail Pleasant Valley, New Vrk Ann IS particularly strong in recitals. She just loves to do romantic readings. We all remember her Junior recital — quite eclipsed by her Senior one, to be sure. When Miss Sleight calls for volunteer readers, Ann is always on the job. During her Senior year as President of the Students’ Association she has been Mother Superior to the freshmen and piloted the two-year specials to the bulletin board and the “lost and found” department of the office. Ann IS one of the big affairs of the Senior class, but her heart like her frame is big, and she is always ready to help the other fellow. 43 Lstelle Van Hoesen Alexandria, Minnesota 1 he laughter of Pan isn’t in it with the laughter of Estelle. We hoped as Freshmen that the pruning process to which we found ourselves subjected might temper the volume of sound, but now that we are Seniors we find that old custom hath made this laugh more sweet to our ears. Certainly it has reached a plane of suggestiveness in characterization. Long may she chortle! Lillian A. Walker Kitle.y, Maine Lillian is serenely prim and severely con- scientious. Lyrics are her forte, as they afford a channel of outlet for her mellifluous tones. We can well imagine her teaching young ig- norami how to soar with Shelley’s “Sky Lark.” 46 Carolyn Walker Mansfield, Massachusetts How nobly has she fulfilled the prophecy of Mrs. Hicks given in our freshman year. Copious tears did Carolyn shed in recitals and “Behold there shall come forth from this wealth of emo- tion run to waste a torrent of power transform- ing this trembling maid into a mighty prophet of our Chosen People.” Advocates of woman’s crowning glory must have been disappointed when she sheared her locks yet retained her full quota of girlish charm. Burlington, Massachusetts Some girls are born cute, others achieve cuteness, but there is only one Freda. When the subject of Matrimony is brought up, Freda pricks up her ears and launches forth into well formulated and picturesquely phrased theories of how to propagate domestic felicity. The dazzling scintillations of her wit strike fire only when in company with the favored and con- vivial few. Ethel Green Sullivan Poor Ethel! Everywhere she went, somebody began to hum “Oh you beautiful doll.” He name was Green when she came to Emerson and her actions did not belie It. Mr. Sullivan agreed with us that she needed a protector, so Ethel has entered a new state — the matrimonial. Best wishes to our first bride! 47 UUr (EUuui liiiiUnni One bright morning in Se[rtember, the Class of 1917 came to Chaj el, but they did not sit together in neat little rows down at the left, where you saw the Freshmen this morning. Instead, they were distributed. Some were accompanied by kind and officious Sophomores. One or two sat by a Senior or Junior, not because they were particularly worthy of such honor. It just happened that way. Helen Bartel was vith Miss Sleight. .A few of us Freshmen sat together. Who knows but that the company we kept on that propitious morning had not some subtle influence upon our Emersonian destinies? President Southwick ga e the opening address. We Freshmen had never heard anything like it before. We longed, we aspired, we were " — touched by a spark. ” Fhe following week, the Seniors invited the h reshmen to tour Boston. At one place where %ve stopped, everyone was very anxious indeed to sign her name in a book, only to learn afterwards that the book would be burned as soon as it was filled with names. Not 1 ong after this ride we became organized as a class. Freda Walker was chosen our first president. Our spark took its first violent exercise the morning of the stunt. “Expression Necessary to Evolution” was the title. Mildred Southwick was Evolution and Stella Rothwell, Expression. Miss Southwick was partially indebted to the light man for her success. 1 he following is authentic, for it is quoted from the Morning Post: “After a few rehearsals. Miss Southwick who, as Evolution, was called upon to make impassioned love to another character, decided that a man was needed to coach her in the role she had to perform. She looked about her for the necessary person and finally selected the man who had charge of the lighting effects. Fie proved a good instruc- tor, and later Miss Southwick scored a decided hit in her character.” .Midyears, fraught with anguish, came and went, then it was second semester, but no one left immediately. 1 he time came when we as a class were requested to go to Champlain. We refer you to the book of 1914 for results. Springtime came and with It Commencement, a very carefree week for us with entertainments day and night. We were glad to come back. Sophomores. It was wonderful not to be a Freshman any more. Eaurence .Smith was the author of “Along Came 1 ruth.” 1 ruth was Dorothy Hopkins. No one will forget the girl detective who recited “Easca.” Everyone was thrilled. In the sirring of 1916, a few of the girls depreciated their “crowning glories.” One morning our most beautiful .Sophomore appeared with only one-third of her hair. By the next day others had lost part of theirs. I he reckless desecration stopped cjuite suddenly. junior year was very busy, indeed. In Dramatic I raining we all had the oppor- tunity to prove that we could conduct ourselves “unbovinely.” In Debate we made 48 desperate efforts to get away from our notes and in recitals to get away from ourselves. A few wrestled with Playwriting. Our samples, by which we were judged, ranged from lurid melodrama to work so spiritual that there seemed nothing at all at which the mundane could grasp. A great honor wa s accorded our class, as we were given the opportunity of repeat- ing our Junior Stunt, “The Draught of the Blue,’’ a posteresque pantomime in black and white, at Boston University. During Junior week, Laurence Smith’s play, which was written in the Play writing class, was produced. Its beauty and symbolism was appreciated by every Emersonian. That same w ' eek Mane Bellefontaine’s dainty pantomime was produced. Junior week ended with a banquet at the Hemenway, with Dean and Mrs. Ross as guests of honor. Mr. Lovejoy, of the Post-Graduate Class, was toastmaster. It was all very brilliant, but not so brilliant as happy. Now most of us wear caps and gowns on Thursday mornings and heavy little gold rings every day. On January thirtieth, for the Revival of Old English Comedy, the class presented “King Henry the Fourth,” Part One. I he Seniors who were not in it were very proud of those who were. Several in our class have starred m Dramatic Club productions. We are not all as brilliant as we might be, but are glad we know as much as we do. Our commencement is here. P. J. FINIS 49 Unr (Elaiui Delivered at the Junior Class Banquet, 1 lolel Hemenvvay, February 1916. for the benefit of those who f)aid the price on that occasion. When I was a|3|)ioached on the subject of our class prophecy, to be revealed on this ery hap[ry occasion, I “obeyed that impulse” and rashly agreed to act as soothsayer, utterly disregarding the fact that I was born under an altogether impossible star. So later, upon calm reflection, I was seized with a panic when I began to realize the terrible task I had taken upon my unworthy shoulders, bdow could I become responsible for the futures of so many dear and talented friends of mine? In such a predicament it is quite unnecessary to state what I did next. It is what every Emersonian does when confronted by any difficulty, from the loss of a vanity case to a flunk m Forensics — I went to the Dean. I described to him the members of our class, standing here on the threshold of Senior year, joyous, anticijratne, full of high hopes as to what the future contained for them. I pointed out the perplexities of my problem and the solution was laid before me m the twinkling of an eye. I was invited to attend the next Faculty meeting, where Junior Week and Juniors were especially to be discussed. I was highly elated, for this, you see, shoved all responsibility on the shoulders of the b acuity — dear old Faculty, they suffer long and are kind. So there I sat m.e down m the humble capacity of reporter, and these, dear classmates, are the solemn words that were uttered: President Southwick called the meeting to order. “ The first business to come be- fore the meeting this morning is the consideration of several letters from superintendents m regard to teachers. bJere is one, very unusual, desiring to engage a com|retent young woman for twenty- four years.” “Leah Kendall, the dear child!” exclaimed Miss Sleight. “She has always said that she meant to teach twenty- four years and retire on her pension and found a home for organ-grinders. 1 his opportunity contains great possibilities — great possibilities! What next, Prexy ?” “Here is another position open to one of our students — that of teacher in a boys’ reform school. ' A person of very serious intent, a firm disciplinarian, capable of inspir- ing awe in rebellious hearts,’ — is the iirmcipal’s description of the young woman he desires. I lave we one such ? ” 1 here was a unanimous resironse: “Bess Fills!’ ”. ow, as doubtless many of you know, there will be instituted a new course in our college next fall — one of sjiecial training for the circus. I roujres will be organized to go out uj)on the road. Can you suggest. Miss Riddell, some of our Juniors whom you con- sider [larticularly cjualified for this — now, acrobats, for instance?” “Oh, without doubt. Miss blojikins and Miss Carolyn Walker. “Who would make the best fat lady? ” 50 “Might I suggest Miss Nygren?” “And, of course, we need a clown?” “M iss Lit e has aspirations in that direction, I believe.” “Perhaps some toe dancers would not be amiss?” “Miss Longstreet and Miss Bellefontame will rival Pavlowa.” “Now, some one with a good, strong voice to sell peanuts and Coney Island candy.” “Miss Roar — ity, of course,” “Very good. Dean Ross, what budding geniuses in your rhetoric classes give promise of blossoming in immortal prose or verse?” “Why, there is Miss Upson. She began writing poems when too young to know any better, and she is still subject to slight attacks. Also, Mr. Smith’s great mind is teeming with plots, such stuff as dime novels are made of. Miss Kennard, his faithful ally, intends, I believe, to dramatize the goriest of these. No, I fear there is nothing than can be done for them.” Here Dr. Ward rose and cleared his throat. “President Southwick, I would like to take this opportunity to say — hm ! — that after my address recently to the members of the debate class on the subject of Leadership — hm ! — several have made known to me their desires. Miss Bailey, it seems, plans to become a suffragette — I beg her pardon! — a suffragist! — and march at the head of the next parade with Miss Brcwn and Miss Greene as her color bearers. They plan a very enthusiastic campaign for the extermination of men. Miss Reed is very keen on politics, and the tariff question is child’s play for her. When she settles down in her home town I have not the slightest doubt she will run for mayor! I have already suggested a field of leadership for Miss Sayre — Society! Why, I tell you, as an Emerson girl she IS especially fitted for that. She is bound to come out ahead m every argument she gets into with other women, she will know more about amateur theatricals than anybody else, such deep underlying significance she can give to her regrets — hm! well, there! ” “Quite true. Dr. Ward! But let us not forget another very important line of work for our girls — the lyceum. Miss Smith, have any confided to you their ambitions in this respect?” “Yes, indeed. Miss Bartel, Miss Paddock and Miss Stille have told me that they are thrilled at the thought of touring from ocean to ocean giving ‘Spartacus to the Gladiators’ before vast audiences. They are full of high courage and say they will not be at all dismayed if they do not receive more than two hundred dollars a performance at first.” “Splendid attitude of mind! Mr. Kenney, what progress can you report from your voice pupils?” “Elegant, President Southwick, elegant! There have been a few young ladies who have paid such splendid attention and sung so lustily in the Saturday morning classes that I feel sure they will make names for themselves as operatic stars. Miss Thorson, Miss Eaton and Miss Vail I could hear above all the rest. Now Miss Eaton never knew she could sing till I told her so in class two weeks ago. Marvellous transformation 51 in tliat gill! She hums incessantly now. Good students, every one of them. I’d turn m ' classes o er to them any day.” ‘‘. h! most encouraging, I am sure. Mr. 1 ripp, will you inform us as to the dramatic possibilities of our Junior class?” “Or, rather — impossibilities. Fhere are a few notable exceptions, however. Mr. Pearson is about to engage, I believe, for a vaudeville act for the Keith circuit with Miss an Hoesen as his partner. 1 here seems to be no doubt that Miss Martha Mane Allen will succeed Marlo ve in Shakespearean repertoire. As for Miss Haszard, Mary Pick- ford simply isn’t in it with her when it comes to making those ravishing eyes. I here is a place among the movie stars for Miss Haszard by virtue of that — accomplishment — alone. There is also a very peculiar case 1 want to bring to your attention. We have a certain young lady who gives more and more indications in her class work of reverting to primitive state of civilization. She is already a near barbarian, judging by her savage and brutal ge tures in her last scene of ‘Ingomar.’ Miss Minahan, 1 fear, will be doing this ‘back to Nature’ stunt in the heart of the Maine woods at her first opportunity.” “Too bad, too bad. Can nothing be done, Mrs. Southwick, through Moral Edu- cation? By the way, Edward Howard Griggs needs an assistant in writing his new book, ‘The Superior Value of Sunday Schools as Compared to Sewing Circles.’ What profound thinker an d phil osophical student can you suggest?” “There are so many in our ethics class that I really am at a loss which one to name. I am sure, though, that Mr. Griggs would be making no mistake in choosing two of our girls who are exceptionally keen along those lines — probably the only two who ever read the chapters as fast as assigned — Miss Gertrude Allen and Miss Scureman.” Here a knock was heard upon the door and Miss Johansen entered with a telegram. President Southwick read it, then laid it down with a sigh, saying: “Here is the fourteenth message 1 have received from surrounding towns, who find themselves perennially bankrupt at the end of each fiscal year, and are trying to engage Mr. Hubbard’s services as tax collector, having heard that he is the only man in New England who ever made a success as a class treasurer. Have I mentioned Mr. Guth- rie’s request for a missionary to be sent to Bongaboo? I here is a new method of con- version which missionaries are now using — that of telling stories to the heathen, on the principle that stories have power the savage breast to soothe. What star pupil have we, M rs. Willard, who will risk herself as table d’hote, possibly, for the sake of the cause?” “Miss Jenkins is as brave as she is clever.” “Excellent. Mr. Kidder, did you have an announcement?” “Only this. President Southwick, that Miss Magnus tells me that since coming to b.merson so much attention has been bestowed upon her vocal machine that she has found it capable of irerforrning extraordinary tricks. She has decided to become a ventrilo- fjuist and will give benefit performances for the Society for the Distribution of Eords to Children. Also Miss Sutherland has decided to become a gardener by (rrofession, having discovered m ‘ 1 he Ambitious IDaisy’ that she looked so well in overalls.” “I would like to ask Mrs. Puffer if she can recommend any of our girls from the gesture classes?” 52 Mrs. Puffer sadly shook her head. “Only a few hands reveal anything at all significant. The third finger of the left hand is an agent the office of which I have long dwelt upon. So far only Miss Call and Miss Freda Walker reveal future domestic happiness thereby. Miss Lancto, I have reason to believe, uses another method to reveal her ultimate purpose.” But, here, dear classmates, Mrs. [Rogers began ringing the bells, and this meeting, so memorable in the annals of the Junior class, adjourned. “I have made for you a song And It may be right or wrong. But only time can tell if it be true; I have tried for to explain Both your pleasures and your pain. And, Juniors, here’s my best respects to you. “Oh, there’ll surely come a day When they’ll give you all your pay. And tender to you homage that’s your due; So until that day comes round Heaven keep you safe and sound. And, Juniors, here’s my best respects to you.” N. M. H. 53 HJintinr ODfftrrra BEA TRICE COA TES . . President MARGUERTl ' E EOX . . Pice-President EEIZABE ' TH DARNELL . Secretary ANNE FOWLER . . T reasiirer JUNIOR CLASS 1918 1310 (Claiui iliBtnry FRESHMAN YEAR 1 o say that coming to Emerson began the realistic period of our lives would be the eriest persiflage. To tell the truth, we were colossally inclined at that time. As we came in on the trains and boats from various quarters of the globe, we saw ourselves as artists, to vering above the Bernhardts and Mansfields as the Woolworth Monument to dimes and nickels outshines the scrubby little business houses at its feet. The fact that we were leaving home to become an integral part of the Hub of the universe also assumed colossal importance. Many sudden and cruel blows to our self-esteem brought on a sweeping attack, — nay, epidemic, — of the melodramatic period. 1 his seized all freshmen alike, and at about the same time. It manifested itself m lugubrious wailings for the cuddling we were wont to receive in the far homeland, in an outlook on life which was pathetically jejune, and in violent denunciations of that particular genus hominis called Instructors, and of all their instruction, as being of the spirit, not the flesh. We hankered after the fle-rh. We had come to Emerson that we might stride eloquently across the stage, ripping strange oaths, tearing our hair, assuming the divine melancholy or a madonna, melting audiences into tears, and bowing gracefully, — with a smile savoring of rouge and powder, over the red and yellow footlights — and then! 1 o be forced to gather into our reluctant minds, from the vasty domains of Nothingness, these elusive little concepts which nobody on earth could see, even with a microscope, let alone opera glasses! Ah, it was bitter, bitter indeed! 1 he only redeeming feature of the entire curriculum, as we could see, was the morning exercise. These profound gesticulations amused and revived our flagging spirits, and we veritably shone in our piteous and appealing rendition of our hearts’ deep longing, I. e. — “Most men want poison — ’’ One night, shortly after our arrival, the Y. W. C. A. hospi tably opened the doors of 510, and bade us enter. We found that we were not there for religious purposes, as we had feared, but for the express purjiose of getting acquainted. 1 hat being in ac- cordance with our inmost desire, we got along marvellously well, — for fTeshies! Idul this very accjuaintance party ojiened for us that particular chamber in the halls of Evolution that deals with the logical service of the parts to the Whole. We began to feel that we belonged to a whole, and that each of us could render some service to that whole, whether It were class or school. ou see, we were “evoluting” amazingly! On the sight-seeing tour which the Seniors gave us, we visualized pictures with truly astonishing rajridity and definiteness. We had heard rumors of hazing and various other devices for quelling our ardent spirits, but we were hajipily disajrjjoinled. In truly royal style we boarded the four busses, but we secretly sighed for more margin. We jraid our devotions to Bunker Hill Monument and other jilaces of interest,- -devotions that had 56 been accumulating through the many years that had passed since we first saw these cele- brated places in the pictures in our hist’ries, ’way back in the grades. It gave us such a thrill to see them for real. Since our bodies were not yet free, we decided to free our spirits in our class stunt, and consequently became, for the nonce, the “Wonder-working Fairies.” Never had more ethereal sprites flitted into Emerson atmosphere. To our aspiring minds, the pro- duction had all the beauty of a really truly operetta plus that indefinable charm that we could attribute to nothing but the personality of our illustrious class. In song we dwelt on “Our Ambitions,” and realizing that any number address ed to the male element might fail of hearers, we called our grand finale “Good-bye, Girls.” In October, the Seniors manifested their goodwill toward us, by giving us an informal dance. This furnished us a very delightful opportunity of completing the liberation begun in our operetta — and we freed our bodies! To onlookers, at least, we must have appeared as animated pictures-a-la-mode ! A long period ensued, during which no unusual festivities occurred. It may be that in this period of hibernation, we worked, although that is a question hotly disputed among historical authorities. At any rate, on the nineteenth of April, we emerged as fully evolved exponents of the artistic principle. Taste. The occasion for giving evidence of this primitive but hitherto somewhat latent quality, was a picnic given by Barbara Well- ington at her summer home on the Cape. Thus ended the class festivals of our notorious Freshman year. SOPHOMORE YEAR In September of the following year, we flitted back to our winter home at E. C. O. Our advent was more auspicious than it had been the fall previous, probably due to the fact that we had developed tragic power through the devious occupations and adventures of the summer months. So we felt justified in giving this power full scope in the tragic Japanese play, “The Lotus Flower,” which we presented as our Sophomore stunt. Mar- guerite Brodeur, as the Princess Isovena, and Joseph Gifford, as the Emperor of Japan, as well as other famous psuedo Japs, gave ample evidence of the tragic bent of their natures. On December eighth, we decided to ask ourselves to an informal dance. With our usual alacrity we procured Richards Tdall, and convinced those respectable quarters that Sophomore students of Expression needed but opportunity to prove themselves as wing- footed as Mercury. This year, too, began the series of Sophomore Evening Recitals in Room 510. T he audiences seldom comprised more than ten people, but by this time we were able to bring our long-suffering imaginations to the rescue, and we almost succeeded in con- vincing ourselves that we were fulfilling the colossal dreams of our freshman days. In March we initiated the custom of giving the Senior Class a formal ball. Whitney Hall in Brookline was the scene of that most gorgeous affair. So delightful did the occasion prove, that the idea of giving the sister class a prom has become a tradition at E. C. O. 57 JUNIOR YEAR It really took us until our Junior year to come into a full realization of the Ratio of alues. On our return in the fall of 1916, we decided that the Junior Class was the fairest spot on the scholastic landscape. Hence it was our duty and privilege to magnify our class. We were thrilled with the ambition to render truthful service to E. C. O. by making the most important class especially significant. Thus, with minds and hearts aflame with zeal, we early propounded the scheme of originating the tradition of having the Junior Class give a modern play as its class stunt. Shaw’s “Dark Lady of the Son- nets ” was the play chosen. Such able work was done in this, that the cast was asked to present it again for the Association of Allied Arts, where it was enthusiastically received. We also, early in the year, plotted a grand coup de mailre, which should take the E. C. O. citadel by storm. I his was the plan for Junior Week. That our efforts were successful is inadequate comment. In schoolboy parlance, the week was a hum- dinger from start to finish. (We would not seem unduly boastful. We beg the privilege of referring you to remark number 3 of Prexy’s comments the following week.) We opened the week, Eebruary 1 3 to 20, on Tuesday morning, with a burst of Song. We sang with varying degrees of power. We “Let the Halls Resound,” we traced our Evolution, we lauded the Dean, we modestly vouchsafed the opinion that the Junior Class was It, we dwelt with appreciation on the Spirit of Emerson, — all in charming song, — to the credit of Mr. Kenney and our choragus, Joseph Gifford, — and, inci- dentally, — to ourselves! On Wednesday we swept into Chapel from the four quarters of the globe as Wind Spirits in a lyric fantasy, “Wind Idylls,” by Rena Macomber. On Ihursday morning was presented one of the Junior Recital programs, which reflected admirably the work the Juniors are doing in that phase of our expression. Friday brought us an inspiring address by President Southwick, in which he directed the spirit of the class to the new fields of service which would be ours when we had finished school. In the afternoon of the same day. Phi Alpha 1 au gave a very pleasant tea in Room 5 1 0. 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This morning dawned bright and clear, and after a hasty breakfast I hurried directly to college, for I knew that the presence of every Sophomore was very necessary to the comfort and well-being of the Freshmen. ou see, with the exception of the Seniors and Juniors, we Sophomores are the oldest class, and we fully realize the importance of our position. I must say here that there were times in those first few days when I doubted whether we were fully appreciated by the other classes, but my fears were soon dispelled, for one day in passing through the halls, I heard M iss Smith say to an upper classman, As a class, you are greatly lacking in the recogni- tion of values.” I felt this to be very true, but said nothing at the time. The next morning in Chapel I saw this same girl looking intently at our class, and I knew she realized that Miss Smith does recognize values, for our class sits right in the front rows nearest to the piano, so that we may furnish inspiration to our leader in the physical culture exercises. February 25th. A dull, rainy day — the kind that makes you read all the back pages of your diary. I have just finished reading mine, and my thoughts go far, far back to that dim, prehistoric time when we were Freshmen. What tender young greenlings we were! Flow we went about trying to persuade everyone in general and ourselves in particular that we felt very much at home, even that first week. The Seniors were especially nice to us, and invited us to a Country Fair, where among other enjoyable treats, we learned for the first time that when necessity demands. Seniors can be undignified. Later in the year, we gave a dance which was a great success, and then in the spring, our stunt, “Yesterday’s Children,” which convinced the faculty and upper classmen that we were really trying to be good Emersonians, even if we did seem rather hopeless at first. I must not forget to say how we all rushed to school one morning to put our names opposite that of our favorite Senior, which meant that she was to be our very own private teacher. Then at last the time came to say good-bye to faculty and friends, and especially those dear Senior friends whom we should not see on our return as Sophomores. March 1st. “Summer is coming, summer is coming, I know it, I know it, I know it — ” Such a glorious day! Our spring recess is almost here, and we are having time after the rush of mid-years to take a big, deep breath and look back over the events of this year, of which we are a little proud. To look about me at the grave, thoughtful faces of my classmates, it is difficult to realize that we were ever light-hearted, frivolous Freshmen. 63 Our pantomime class has been one of great interest and instruction both to us and to 1 rs. H icks. Many tragic scenes have we enacted there, never saying a word, and many times with our fi e-finger exercises we have fought and repelled our enemies from one end of the hall to the other. To any Freshman who may by chance ever read these pages, I will say that in this class, for the second time m your life, you will come face to face with the problem of not knowing what to do with your hands and feet, as well as all the rest of your anatomy. I he very nicest day of all the year was Sophomore Day. In the morning, as a result of the beautiful imaginings of Ruth Hubbs and the keen directing eye of Joseph Connor, we presented the pantomime, ‘‘When the Gods Fail,” that warmed the audience to their very hearts. At noon we warmed them to another part of their anatomy by giving out little brown and gold boxes filled with lunches — an appeal less aesthetic, perhaps, but certainly very successful and satisfying. On that evening, the Sophomore dance was held at Whitney Hall, and it was indeed a splendid ending for the day. March 3rd. 1 am in a state of great panic. For several days past, I have ob- served many forlorn looking Seniors standing about the halls, but today all was excitement and the book room was full of people trying to catch a glimpse of the bulletin board. Then It dawned upon me — Commencement ! And the shock is so great, one can do nothing except cherish her friends and studies all the more, for soon the gates wall close upon one class and open for another, and we Sophomores, [reeking in while the gates are still open, see in the bright array of other Junior subjects, the long desired class of Romeo and Juliet, who stand with arms outstretched — whether in selcome or a state of imploring to know what they shall sufler at the hands of these new-comers, I do not know — and we are marching boldly forward to greet them. B. K. F. t)4 iFrrBlnnau ©fftr ra WINIFRED OSBORNE HELEN CONNELL . ETHEL BERNER JUSTINA WILLIAMS President Vice-President Secretary T reasurer FRESl IMAN Cl. ASS 1920 1920 (filasH FRESHMAN CHRONICS Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Two-Year Specials, running, rushing, bustling, hustling — going where? Up the corridors, into the office, down the stairs, and back again. Every one was laughing, everyone was talking, everyone was joking! Eor it was Opening Day at Emerson. All was commotion ! Did I say everyone was laugh- ing? No, for here and there, like startled clams, drawn into their shells, stood silent Ereshmen. Drops of salt water oozed slowly out and dropped plashing to the floor. But soon, cheered beyond all hope by such a tactful remark from an upper classman as “What, crying the very first day! This will never do. It will be ages before you can go home, so you mustn’t begin by being homesick now,” the weeping Freshman began a conversation with some other girl who looked as ready to dissolve as she felt. Senior grandmothers were searching for their Freshman charges. Here and there might be seen plainly expressed upon the face of either grandmother or child the sorrow that we may choose our friends but not our relatives. Very shortly every new student was introduced for the first time, and every old student for the steenth time to the meaning of “Expression Necessary to Evolution.” And so, the education of the Freshman class of 1916 was begun. What awakenings awaited the unsuspecting Freshman in this new education: Of her sensations the first time she appeared before the class only an experienced Freshman could tell. Tremblingly she took her place. Thus she began: Al last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking.’’ Just a moment,” interrupted the teacher. “Remember, your first chapter is Ani- mation. Animation! Get the attention of your audience! Abandon yourself to im- pulse ! ” A second and a third trial was made. “At last the people m a body To the Town Hall came flocking, ” shrieked the pupil. Her voice might be heard even in the back rows of Room 2 ! Every- one gazed in astonishment. So the process of initiation went on. But the real hazing was fast approaching. H ow soon the happiness of the Freshman Class was to be changed to deepest gloom only the Seniors knew! It was not long before the fatal announcement was made in Chapel. Absolute silence prevailed. Every Eresbman sat on the edge of her chair unable to look away from the speaker. “It is the custom — ” All heads were bent forward that no phrase might be lost. When the word “hazing” fell upon the waiting Chapel air each Ereshman heard a peculiar thump from the region of her neighbor’s 67 heart. It might have been caused by joyous expectation — but it wasn’t. “Why, why was It so urgently demanded that they all bring extra wraps, coats, sweaters and mittens?” Many and varied were the conjectures. “I think they are going to turn on all the heat in the hall and bake us,” averred one student. But there was no way to make certain yet, for sooner expect a miser to announce the amount of his gold than a Senior to disclose such a secret. Clear and warm the auspicious day dawned at last. At two o’clock the Freshmen gathered in the hall. No one dared to speak. Very carefully were they escorted from the Chapel to the street. In another instant a great change was wrought. No longer was there on every face the rain-washed smile of a doll that had been left too much in the grass. In its place was a great surprise, that, presently, above the rumbling, and shrieking, and clashing, and roaring, gave way to laughter and chatter. All strange- ness had disappeared, never to return, and as they reached the College again after the trip around Boston, there was but one thought in all hearts. A strange hazing it had been, truly, but one that had left m the life of every new student the beginning of what was to become the true spirit of Emerson. Already the Freshmen felt stirring within them a desire to become a more real part of the school. Under the direction of the Students’ Association they became or- ganized into a class. The very atmosphere surrounding the first year students was changed! No more did they roam down the corridors in a desultory way. There was a co-operative air about them. 1 heir very shoulders said, “We are a class! We have w inifred Osborn for a President. Mr. Blood is our honorable Vice-President. And have we not elected a worthy Secretary, Ethel Berner, who will keep faithful record of all our meetings?” At different times, particularly at the beginning of every month, strange actions might be observed among some members of the class. They would turn hastily away and disappear in the crowd as a certain classmate approached. It was readily to be seen that Justina Williams was the newly elected Treasurer. But even as the Freshmen avoided the glance of their Treasurer, they bowed deferentially as Pearl Atkinson and Imogene Hogle passed, for did not these two confer with the revered Councilmen concern- ing the welfare of all E.merson. It IS useless to suppose that the T reshmen could retain the carefreeness that they had brought with them to Emerson. I he responsibility of a momentous choice was already bearing down upon them. I he choice of a Senior teacher! Standing before the bulletin board, brow wrinkled m thought, eyes riveted on the all important list, and pencil in hand, they pondered. How should she be selected? Should it be for beauty? Should It be for skill? But how could f reshmen determine who were the skillful? Should the attractiveness of a mere name be c onsidered? Or might they not just shut their eyes and make a blind stab as one pins a tail on a donkey? As the weeks passed by something of the novelty wore away. Even the fact that a T reshman was sjioken to by a Senior, or smiled at by a Junior, was taken rather less ecstatically. Judging from their class yells, it was very clear that the Freshmen needed to be encouraged in practicing the voice exercises daily. I he best known incentive was the story of the adventure of one Taithful b reshman of bygone years. As an aid in jrroducing the reformation the anecdote was repeated: 68 To Emerson there came one day, A Freshman with ambition rare. To what the teachers had to say. She listened well with greatest care. Faithful she was to all voice laws. She practiced long, she practiced well. And that, tis true, was just the cause Of this strange tale we have to tell. For soon there came a man one night. Who begged that he might see her home. Her eyes grew bright; with all her might She answered him, " M-M-M-M. ” But in the sky the stars alight. Looked down and saw the two below. They winked and twinkled at the sight. They saw her blush, and heard her “No-m. " He dropped his arm, he turned away. Quite calmly she kept practicing. His face grew gay, he heard her say, " Most men want pep and more daring. " " Your parents’ blessing must be won ! " “Ma’s are, ask pa, " she sung v ith vim. " Then you are mine! " " Te-to-ta-ly ! ” Expressively she answered him. Thereafter every Freshman practiced wildly. When the end of the first semester approached the horror of midyear examinations heavily overshadowed all Emerson. It would have been easier to find a cheerful mourning veil than a sunny Freshman. Yet when Thursday morning arrived, everyone was as happy as a tree-toad on a wet day. In fact, the sounds proceeding from behind the stage doors oddly resembled the song of that insect. That day was the greatest of all days in the life of a Freshman. That day they were producing a Play — a real Play, written by one of their own number, Imogene Hogle. Ah! what words can amply describe the feelings of a Freshman upon her first appearance! A decided change took place in the life of every participant. Not one could be just the same commonplace Freshman she had been before. There must be a little air of mystery, a dash of daring, a speech slightly stage-y, for had she not seen the glare of the footlights from behind, known the taste of grease-paint, and felt the thrill that comes with the knowledge that there was but one pm in her wig and that slipping? No, life could never be the same to the Freshmen again ! Spring came, and with her coming arose many emotions in the hearts of the Freshman class. A happy year it had been; in it they had learned that there was no care at Emerson but love and laughter could drown. A short glad year that had passed too soon! But when the autumn leaves shall again come dancing down as joyous Sophomores they’ll return with mirth and merriment to Emerson. M. F. C. 69 ahm-0rar S irrial (£laas ©fftrrra MAR i ' GRIFFIN GEORGE EE BARR . RL TH HILDEBRAND! EVA EFI FEE . President I ice- President Secretary! T reasurer (ClaBB ffitBtury “Do your best to-day — and let your best to-day be better than your best was yes- terday.” Taking these words as our motto, together with the influence of the faculty’s minimum amount of praise of our work and their ma.ximum amount of encouragement for us, we think we have really made progress m our Fwo- ' li’ear Special Class, which has undergone its Freshman year at Emerson. I he class has been working under difficulty, as the course, just recently installed, was naturally a new one to all, and must m its first year build its firm and strong founda- tion for the progress of future years. Keeping within the range of twelve members, the FwoA ear Specials were able suc- cessfully to accomplish the work laid out for the first year — the work of the platform reader. b,very member hopes that ' he has been able to attain the results that our patient and inspiring faculty have worked for, and when the Two- ear Special Class starts upon Its further journey m the coming year, may its home stretch lead to success. Con- sider from all of this, then, how great is our genius — and our modesty! 70 D. E. L. TWOA EAR SF ECIAL STUDENTS’ COUNCIL g tuiirnts’ AsBnnattmt ANNA WRIGHT VAIL . . . President FRLD WILLSON HUBBARD . . Secretary-Treasurer g tuirnts’ (Cmtunl Freshman Winifred Osborne Imogene Hogle Pearl Atkinson Sophomore Joseph Conner Elizabeth Field William Downs Junior Beatrice E. Coates Marguerite Fox Marguerite Ruggles Trxw-Year Special Mary Griffin Dorothy Levy Lorayne Larson Senior Nettie Hutchins Helen Reed Hazel Call In April, 1908, the students of Emerson College organized themselves into a Stu- dents’ Association, the object being to unify the student body, and m 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, a secretary-treasurer, and an advisory board, known as the Students’ Council. This council consists of the three officers of the Association, acting ex-officio and fifteen other members, three from each class, the president of each class being one of the representatives. This year, the membership of the board has been enlarged by the addition of three representatives from the special two-year class, which has been newly organized. There are few Association meetings during the year, as most of the business is carried on by the student council in its meetings held at the call of the President. Here plans are discussed and recommended that help the student body as a whole, and also the Alma Mater. This year the Council has been busily engaged in paying off old debts of the Association. To this end, lunches have been sold to the student body by each of the classes. The Emerson College Magazine, which is published once a month throughout the year, is under the control of the Association. 1 his year, the Council has placed the business management of the magazine upon a more systematic basis, and it is expected that it w ' ill be self-supporting in the future. The Council has also appropriated funds for the binding of old files of the magazine for the college library. Feeling the need of adequate college songs, the Council opened a song contest. Two prizes were awarded and three contestants received honorable mention. 73 EMERSON COLLEGE MAGAZINE BOARD mcrson College Ifcaga lne NETTIE M. HUTCHINS . ANNA W. VAIL BEULAH K. FOLMSBEE . FRED WILLSON HUBBARD Edilor-in-Chief Lilerarv Editor Student Editor Business Manager For twenty-five years this periodical has published material of real literary value, criticisms and student news, items of interest not only to the students but to the alumni and friends of the college. The seven numbers of the year are published on the fifteenth of each month, from November to May, inclusive. This year’s board has delighted the subscribers by publishing a magazine of exceptional practical value to all. 75 ■OUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION fomtii Unmnt’fi dbrtBltau AfiBOctattDn (§ftucrs IZER H. WHi riNG . SARAH P. STOCKING ANNE G. FOWLER . President Secretarv T reasurer (ijliatrmeu FREDERICA MAGNUS M. MARGUERITE RUGGLES MARGARET G. PINKERTON ANNABEL CONOVER GERTRUDE M. ALLEN FAY S. GOODFELLOW Religious Meetings Committee Social Service Committee Membership Committee Publication Committee Music Committee Entertainment Committee The aim of our association, to inspire religious fellowship in our college, has been maintained by the inspiring speakers we have been fortunate in having at our religious meetings this year. The speakers and their subjects this year have been: " Opportunity For Civic Service Workers " Mrs. Papazian " Foreign Missions " M Charlotte Pcnfield " Spiritual Growth " Miss Katy Boyd George " Our Responsibility For Our Neighbors " M s Mar y George White " The SicNiFtCANCE of Influence " Mrs. Jessie E. Southwick " The Permanent Blind — H ow May We Help Them? " Miss Brenner " The Importance of A Positive Religion " Miss Bertha Goldthwait " Thanksgiving Gladness " Dr. Ernest Guthrie " Our Indifference to Christianity " Dr. Willis Butler " The Barnard Memorial Settlement — Op- portunity For Student Workers " Mr. William Locke Reading and Explanations of Different Passages of Scripture Dean Ross " God Is Our Light " Miss Ruth A. Coit " The Student World " Miss Donovan " How TO Study the Bible " Miss Kenny " The Need of Foreign Missionaries " Miss Mary George White " A Message of Optimism " Miss Gertrude McQuesten Our meetings have been brightened by the graciousness of a number of the members of the Y. W. C. A. in the New England Conservatory of Music, and also by vocal and instrumental music rendered by our own students. Our Social Service Department has been the means of establishing volunteer workers in the Civic Service House, Barnard Memorial Settlement and the Ellis Memorial Settle- met, besides securing readers for different worthy charitable organizations in the city. The cabinet of the Emerson Y. W. C. A. joined with the cabinets of Simmons Col- lege, Boston University, New England Conservatory of Music and Mount Ida School, in February and observed the “World Day of Prayer for Students” at the Mount Vernon Congregational Church. We are most grateful to each one who has done her share in making this a pleasant and profitable year. 77 DRAMATIC CLUB Dramattr (£litb HENR ' i ' LAWRENCE SOUTHWICK President AST RID W. NT GREN, ’17 . . Secretary and Treasurer txrrutiur ilk ar Henry Lawrence Southwick. Maud Gatchell Hicks Walter Bradley Tripp Helen H. Bartel, ’17 Joseph Connor, ’ 1 9 With the aim to create higher artistic standards for school and college dramatic productions and to give added emphasis to the value of dramatic study m education, the Emerson College Dramatic Club was launched m the fall of 1915. The first year of Its existence was a very successful one. The three upper classes are allowed ten active members m the Club, and these thirty have worked with enthusiasm and vigor. The first production of the season was given in Jordan Hall in December. It was in the form of “An Evening of One-Act Plays.” “Rosalind,” by Barrie, “Chatterton,” by Sutherland, and “Hyacinth Halvey” by Lady Gregory, were admirably given. In the Spring, “As T’ou Like It” was pro- duced as a part of a Shakespearean fe stival. With such beginnings it is hoped that this Club will form a nucleus for organization for out-of-door and indoor productions of classic and modern plays for lyceum, chautauqua, school and college entertainment. 79 SOUTHERN CLUB S autbrru (Club MARGUERITE THOMPSON ELIZABETH ELLIS . HARRIET STILLE . President Vice-President Secretary-Treasin ei Helen Eads Anne East Eleanor East Elizabeth Ellis WVLEY HaRTSFIELD Alma Brown Mary Young Goff Mary Griffin Mary Helen Hynes Myrtle Moss Members Margaret Newell Frederica Magnus Melba Rhodes Marjorie Will Helen Sayles Frances Taylor Harriet Stille Marguerite Thompson Jeannette Warshavsky Marguerite Zink In October, 1913, the Southerners of Emerson College organized themselves into a Southern Club, the function of the club being to support and assist one another as well as to bring a touch of the atmosphere of the Southland. Each year the club has written and produced some play or stunt typifying the customs and traditions of the South. 81 CANADIAN CLUB CANADIAN (Eanaiiiau (fllub The Thistle, Shamrocl(, Rose, enln’ine the Maple Leaf forever OLIVE E. GUTHRIE JESSIE HASZARD . MARGUERITE BRODEUR HELEN FORD President Pice-President Secretary T reasurer fHnubcra CATHERINE McCORMICK ELEA CUNNINGHAM MARJORIE SAUNDERS EVEL ' i ' N MacNEIL 3)n iFarultalr AGNES KNOX BLACK ELSIE RIDDELL MRS. HARRY SE ' MOUR ROSS 83 Subatiial uf mi Emrrsmitmi S nitnr Wake! For Old 1 ime, who scatter’d into flight The Ones before you from this Field of Light, Drives you along with them from School, and gives No Heed to your bewildered plight. Before the glories of Commencement died, Methought a Voice from out the Wide World cried, “When Opportunity is calling you. Why waits the Senior hesitant inside?” And as the Voice cried, those who stood before The Wide World shouted — “Open then the Door! ’i’ou know how little while we have to stay, For once we’re married we can do no more.” Come, take your Chance, and in this time of Spring our application for Position fling; ’Tis true you may get but a little Pay To start with — but Experience’s the Thing. A Book of Verses taught, ah, you know how, d o earn a Coin, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me reading in the class-room drear — Oh, class-room drear were Paradise enow! Some for the Glories of the Stage; and some Sigh for the Teacher’s salary to come; Ah, take your Choice, and rake the Shekels in. It was for this that once you learned to Hum. Think how with each Recital and a Play, They plodded on, distracted, day by day. So Senior after Senior with her Pomp Abode her destined Hour, and went her way. The J uniors now make merry in the Room We left — and Autumn dressing in new bloom The Corridors that we have trod so gay. Depart — themselves to leave the Halls for Whom? 85 Oh. E very h reshmaii young, whose tender green Maddens the h acuity on whom they lean — Oh. lean upon them lightly, for wh o knows W ' hat dearth of Evolution they have seen? Alike for those we ne’er at chapel see. And those who break the laws of courtesy. Good Prexy from the Chapel Rostrum cries — ■ " My Brethren, these things ought not to be! " Ah, make the most of time you’ve yet to spend Before you too into the World ascend; I each, ever teach, and as a Teacher die, Sans Play, sans Dance, sans Lover, and — sans End Why if the Voice can fling Elarsh Notes aside And beautiful the air of Eleaven ride; Were t not a Shame — were t not a Shame for it In this mharmony still to abide? As under cover of departing Day They waited stricken, fearful with dismay. Until such time the teacher would return. Pronounce their doom, or happy send away. Students, all sorts and sizes, great and small, I hat stood upon the floor, some short, some tall And some locjuacious Pupils were, and some Listen’d perhaps, but never talked at all. Said one among them — " Surely not in vain My practice of all Exercise was ta’en. And I this bigure moulded to such grace F ' .uphrosyne would envy me with pain. ” After a momentary silence spake ■Some Pupil of a more ungainly Make. I hey sneer at me for leaning all awry. What! Grace if 1 the Exercises take? " So while the students one by one were speaking, 1 he Faculty look’d in that all were seeking And then they nudged each other, “Sister! Sister! Now for the Teacher’s crits, and oh, such weeping! 86 I must abjure the Joys of Life, I must. Scared by some After-reckoning ta’en on trust Or lured with Hope of unknown Fame divine Know only work — who’ll care when I am Dust! Myself when young did eagerly frequent The Faculty, and heard great argument About Expression’s Laws, but finally Came out by the same door where in I went. And then the Seed of Wisdom did I sow And with my own hand sought to make it grow But this was all the Harvest that I reap’d — My words like Winds upon the Desert blow. Yesterday This Day’s Gladness did prepare; To-morrow’s Silence, Triumph or Despair; Work! for you know not what you’ll need, nor when. Work! for you know not when you go nor where. A cloudy sky when night draws nigh, A haze that veils the trees from sight. Then through the haze Along the ways There comes, of sudden, twinkling light. So many lights peer through the mist With beauty, sad — but why — who knows? What Life should be They tell to me. Across the Fens when daylight goes. 87 l rritaiu ' DRAMATIS PERSONAE Mrs. Warren James Warren, Sr. Richard Warren Sterling, Butler James W ' arren, Jr. Eirst Officer, Badglev Second Officer, Lacey Scene laid in the drawing-room of Warren home. (Emter Sterling, business of turning u|) lights, etc.; bell rings, he crosses and exits, saying: “That must be the paper boy now.” Outside a boy’s voice is heard, “Here you are sir. Headliner’s worth reading tonight.” Outside door shuts, and Sterling re-enters bearing paper. ) STERLING: Half an hour late. 1 hat boy grows more unreliable every day. H’m, he said the headliners were worth reading. (He looks off stage, then opens paper and reads.) “On Thursday last a petition reached Governor Mitchell asking for the pardon of James Warren, who for the past eighteen years has been serving life sentence m the Mayville prison for the murder of A. W. Burton. On Eebruary 1st, 1889, after a heated discussion, resulting m a quarrel, Warren shot and killed Burton at the office of the former on State Street of this city. 1 he unwritten law, and the extenuating circumstances surrounding the case, lead those active in the effort to secure Mr. Warren’s release to feel confident that his pardon will be granted. Offi- cial notice of the fact is expected any moment. ” (Stands looking into space a mo- ment.) Poor Mr. Warren. After eighteen years how will it seem to be free again. Well, he has a wife and two sons to welcome him, at least Mr. Richa rd will — . (Eolds paper c|uickly and places it on table as Mrs. Warren enters.) Mrs. Warren: Has The Times come ye t. Sterling? St ERLING: es, ma’am, the boy has just brought it. He was very late. I daresay he has jilayed along the way. (Mrs. Warren sits m easy chair, and Sterling passes the [ aper to her.) Mrs. Warren: Quite likely. Sterling. I hank you. Sterling, when Mr. Richard comes m will you tell him that 1 am waiting for him m the drawing room, please? S ' lERLtNG: ' t es, ma’am. Is there anything more, ma’am? Mrs. Warrf.N: Nothing more, thank you. Sterling. (She begins to read as Sterling turns to leave the room. She gives a faint cry as the headlines catch her eye.) .S ' IERLING: Anything that I can do, ma’am? Mrs. Warren: Nothing. (fie turns to leave.) One moment. Sterling, you may ask Mr. James to come here before he goes out. StERLINTH ' I’es, ma’am. (h.xit Sterling.) HH M rs. Warren reads silently and eagerly a moment.) Mrs. Warren: At last, James, at last. Why need the wretched story be brought to light? (Enter Jim, in evening dress.) JiM: ou wished to see me, mother? Tears, mother, what is it? Mrs. Warren: Fears of gratitude, Jim. Have you seen the evening paper? JiM: es, I have read all about it. So has everyone else. The old stories are being revived, and all of our sympathetic neighbors are turning their tongues at us again. Mrs. Warren: That is hard to bear, my son, I know. But it must be faced, and we must find our comfort in the liberation of your father. JiM: Comfort in his liberation? There’s a lot of comfort to be derived from the con- stant presence of a father who in a blind rage killed a man, and has caused us to live all our life under a burning cloud of humiliation. Mrs. Warren: It is true, indeed, that life would be much less sorrowful if we could only bear the consequences of our misdeeds alone. JiM: That’s it. Where is the justice of this idea of the sms of the father being visited upon the children? Why should I be handicapped by a heritage of evil, and branded with a stigma of jailbird’s son? Mrs. Warren: Hush, Jim, you are thinking only of yourself. ou forget what he has suffered. Jim: I wish I could forget everything about him. But that’s the worst of it. I can’t. With every pulse beat I am reminded that it is his blood that flows in my veins; the same passionate impulses control me that ruined him. Only tonight coming home I met young Haywood on the street; he had read the papers, and sneermgly remarked that Helen would no doubt rejoice over the pardon of her father-in-law- to-be. ’ou can never understand the desire I had to spring on him and choke the words down his throat. And I’ll do it next time. Mrs. Warren: Jim, what are you saying? JiM: ou see — my evil destiny works about me and some day — can you expect me to anticipate the deliverance of a father who has given me such an inheritance? Mrs. Warren: ' lour morbid pride has fostered in you a despicable state of self pity. H as It been harder for you than it has been for Richard and me? Jim: You and Dick are different somehow. He is all your strength. There is nothing of you in me. I am a bundle of weakness, and my heart grows harder daily towards my undeserved fate. Mrs. Warren: My son, the indulgence of this stubborn selfishness will bring upon you a discipline of pain deeper than you have ever known. JiM: Forgive me, mother, but I cannot help it. He has wrecked your happiness; crippled all my efforts — ■Mrs. Warren: Think no more of it, son, let us bury all that troubled past forever. JiM: It is not possible. Things that are branded into one cannot be forgotten. Mrs. Warren: Then you will refuse to see and welcome your father? JiM: I must refuse. Ever since I was old enough to understand the knowing looks and whispers of “to the second and third generations” the thought of meeting him 89 face to face lias awakened a demon m me. Fwas that kept me from visiting liim in prison. He cannot miss what he has never known. M R.S. w ARREN : My boy, my boy, how little you know of the love — JiM: Love! He never loved us, or he would never have placed us in the position where we are shunned as outcasts. Mrs. Warren: I could not expect you to feel as I do, but I had hoped that after all these weary years the coming pardon might soften your intolerance and show you more plainly your duty. JlM: Is it a son’s duty hopelessly to cloud his future for the sake of an unworthy parent? Let him pay to the full the price of his folly. Mrs. Warren: He has paid dearly already, and remember that it is not a man’s prerogative to judge his father. JlM: It IS a son’s right to protect himself against the slurs of people. What does his pardon mean? 1 he revival of the whole story; the recollections of gossip-mongers, and fresh information for those who are not already possessed of the facts of the case. Does pardon make a guilty man innocent? Does it cleanse my blood of the taint of his? Mrs. Warren: My son, you have tainted your mind by brooding upon this idea, ou are making it an excuse for indulging a temperamental weakness. ou are vainly trying to shift the responsibility of your own deeds to another’s shoulders. jlM: ou can’t seem to understand. It is useless to discuss the situation further. This IS Dick’s house, and I cannot close its doors to father, but if he ever comes here I shall leave and go where I may be free forever from the shame that has darkened my whole life. Mrs. Warren: My boy, my boy. Why will you persist in holding the unreasoning anger towards one who has loved you and yearned for your sympathy? JlM: I cannot help it, mother — forgive me — (He rushes from the room.) Mrs. Warren: 1 thought I had drained the cup of its bitterness. (Dick is heard outside.) But his constant brooding is becoming a growing menace. Dick (outside): Waiting for me. Sterling? Ah! and here she is. Mrs. Warren (affectionately): Richard, have you never heard that man’s work is from sun to sun? (Touching her knitting.) Dl( K: ' t ou see, little mother, old sol gets the start of me while I am having my morning snooze, so 1 have to get even with him at the other end of the day. Mrs. Warren: Did you dme at the Club? Dick: Yes, 1 had dinner with Stafford’s manager, and I have a bit of interesting news for you. Mrs. Warren: News? What is it? Dr K: ' f ou know that contract I have been waiting to close? Well, Stafford Company signed today, and it will make it necessary for me to be in Pittsburgh the greater part of the time for the next two years. Mrs. Warren: In Pittsburgh, Richard? Dick: ' i es — I have it all arranged to take you and Jim along with me. 90 Mrs. Warren: But, Richard, how could 1 leave here? Dick: But, mother, how could I get along in Pittsburgh without you to keep house for me, and spoil me? Sterling can look after things here while we are away. The change will do you good. ou will see new faces, and make new friends. ' ou will have a chance to forget some of the bitter experience of the past. Mrs. Warren: It has been very bitter at times for us all. Dick: Bitter and cruel, especially for a woman. And none but the brave little mother that you are could have borne it. Mrs. Warren: ' et, I have never wished to leave here, Richard; I could not stay in the old home with all its memories after your father went away — but ever since you brought me here I have dreamed of the time when — Dick: Yes? Mrs. Warren: When your father might come home. And I want to be here to greet him. Dick: I understand, mother. Mrs. Warren: ou have read tonight’s paper? DicK: Yes, but we must not expect too quick an action. And even then — (Bell rings. Enter Sterling with telegram.) Sterling: A telegram for you, sir. Dick: Thank you. Sterling. Sterling: Will you sign, sir? Dick: Oh, yes. (He signs. Dick reads telegram, and hands it to Mrs. Warren.) Mrs. Warren: He is coming home — he is coming home. After eighteen years, can it be true? Dick: Yes, mother, it is true. Pardon has been granted as we hoped it would be, and judging from where this was sent he may be here tonight. Tram due at nine-thirty. I will meet him, mother, and bring him home. Mrs. Warren: Ah! Richard, it will not seem like home to him here. 1 regret now that I lacked the courage to stay in the old home. Dick: He will soon feel at home. We will make him forget his suffering in our re- joicing. ■Mrs. Warren: Richard, Richard! What a splendid son you are. Dick: Oh, come, mother. Time for tears has passed. Mrs. Warren: 1 know dear. All of our trouble would be at an end if Jim could only feel as you do. Dick: He will in time, mother, never fear. Father will help him to break down this barrier of pride. He will see that it is wisdom to look forward and not backward. Mrs. Warren: It has been a great grief to your father that, as the years went by, the little Jim, whom he loved so much and had been so proud of, should refuse to visit him. Dick: Jim will regret that some day. Mrs. Warren: When it is too late, perhaps. He has brooded so long upon what he calls his heritage that it has become an obsession. Only tonight he said that if 91 father ever came back here he would leave. Dick.: 1 hat was in the anger of a moment, mother. Jim will not forget his duty as a son. Mrs. ARREN : ou give me so much courage, Richard. How could have I endured these dreary years of doubt and waiting if you had not been so brave and strong? I should have given up many times. Du K: But you never have given up, not once. And now father’s coming home, we’re going to show him what a w ' onderful little mother you have been, — and his son’s going to make him a proud man once more. Mrs. Warren: Proud! Ah! how very proud I have always been of you, my son. Dick: That is the only reward a son could ask. (Kisses her. Clock strikes nine.) No more tears tonight. Now you go and make yourself ready to greet father. He must not find any traces of sorrow when he comes home. M RS. Warren : ou are right, Richard. Dick: In the meantime I have an important letter to get off in tonight’s mail. (He leads his mother to the door, takes her face in his hands, and kisses her tenderly. She exits. Richard walks up and down in deep meditation. Finally, as if he had decided upon a course of action, he rings for Sterling.) Sterling: ’ou rang, sir? Dick: es. Sterling. Ask my brother to join me here, please. Sterling: Very good, sir. (Exit.) (Richard sits at desk; begins to write. Jim enters with hat and coat.) JiM: ' l ou wanted to see me, Dick? Dick (still writing) : ' l es, you were going out? JiM: I’m going over to Helen’s. Dick: Sit down a minute. I want to tell you about the — contract. JiM: Did you get it? (Richard folds paper and addresses envelope.) Dick: Signed today. Things seem to be coming our way, eh? Did you see the papers tonight? JiM: es! Some things seem to be coming our way that we’d get along better without. Dick: ou don’t mean that, Jim. Jl.M: Mean it? — of course I mean it! Dick: Read this. (passes telegram to Jim.) flM: (Leaps to his feet.) Why should he come here? Dick: Because this is home. 1 he only place he has to come. Where else should he go? J:M: Anywhere, so long as he stays away from here. Dick: .Now, see here, Jim, it’s about time you and I came to some sort of an under- standing. Jl.Vl: You know my position in this matter already. DiCK: I cannot believe that you mean to continue in your wilful shirking of all resjron- sibility. I his problem is yours as well as mother’s and mine. ' l ou cannot longer blind yourself to this fact, nor hide behind the cover of what you are pleased to call 92 an ineradicable heritage. ' l ou are not exempt from an effort to overcome — JiM: ou have no right to talk to me like that — effort to overcome — What do you know — Dick: I know that I have watched with growing alarm your failure to buck up and face the future before you. (Jim tries to speak.) Wait a minute, please. This Stafford contract will take me away from home much of the time for the next two years, and I am looking to you to — jiM: Dick, you seem to forget that I am a man, now, and free to choose my own course. Dick: The only manly course is to accept your part of the burden. You stand face to face with duty, and as long as you hesitate — • JiM: I’m not hesitating. My mind is absolutely made up. For years I’ve walked these streets and had men turn and look at me because my father killed a man and was doing time for it. If you think that after all that I’m going to have any shave- pated, lock-stepping ex-convict around where I am you’re wrong, that’s all. (Rich- ard catches sight of Mrs. Warren, who has re-entered unobserved.) Mrs. Warren: Jim, Jim! Dick: Silence! Now, go, before we both forget ourselves. JtM: I’ll leave, and forever. I’d sooner die than live under the same roof with him. (Exit Jim. ) IVIrs. Warren: Richard, Richard, what have you done? DicK: Leave him to himself. Mother. He needs time to think things over. He’ll come to his senses. Mrs. Warren: On this night of all nights! Dick: There will be just about time. (Looking at his watch.) I believe I’ll chance meeting the train. (Rings for Sterling. Sterling enters.) My hat and coat. Ster- ling. Sterling: es, sir. (Brings the same.) Mrs. Warren: To think your father is coming home, and we must meet him with this. (Dick kisses her and goes out.) Sterling, Mr. Warren is coming home to- night, and will be with us from this time on. Sterling: es, ma’am. Mrs. Warren: ' f ou may see that a room is made ready for him upstairs. I think he would prefer the alcove room overlooking the garden. Sterling: Yes, ma’am. Mrs. Warren: I shall go with you to see what it needs. (Exeunt Mrs. Warren and Sterling. Jim enters. He is disheveled and pale; goes to table, takes revolver from drawer, crosses to door, which he closes. As he turns, he meets the gaze of an old man who has followed him, and who is standing m the doorway.) Mr. Warren: Drop il! That’s a dangerous toy for a boy in your mood. (Jim hesitates. Drops weapon. Mr. Warren places it on the table.) JiM: Who — who are you? Mr. Warren: What matters it who I am? JiM: H ow did you get in here? 93 Mr. W ARREN : ou left the door open m your haste, and I — JiM: ou followed me? Mr. W .ARREN: I followed you! Jim : ou saw — Mr. W ARREN: I saw you strike the man who is lying dead in the street now. Then I saw you run. jiM: Well, what are you going to do? ,Mr. X ARREN : W hat are you going to do? (Jim starts to pistol.) J:M: Put an end to it all! Mr. Warren (checking motion): Let it rest! So you think that would end it all? JiM: At least it would put me out of their reach — I can’t be taken, I tell you — I’ll die first. I wasn’t to blame. Mr. W arren: Then why did you run? JlM: To get away! — .Away from myself. Away from his eyes that blazed in anger, and then di mmed in reproach. He drove me to it. I didn’t mean to kill him — I didn’t know what I was doing. Can’t you understand that I couldn’t help it? iMr. WArren : Understand? Good God, boy — understand. JlM: No — no, of course you can’t. But — but I tell you I couldn’t help it. ’Twas born in me, and ’twas bound to come out sometime. It’s my heritage. (Makes for the door. A man blocks his way.) Let me go. Mr. WArren : WAit ! W hat do you mean by your heritage? JlM; ' l ou are a stranger m this town, or you wouldn’t have to ask that question. Mr. Warren: es, it’s many, many years since I was hereabouts. JiM: It must be, or you would have known that eighteen years ago tonight James WAr- ren killed a man, and you wouldn’t have to be told that you have just seen his son become as everyone predicted he would — a victim of his own hideous impulse. iMr. Warren: His son? Are you my — was James Warren your father? Jl.M: (Sinks into chair.) God help me, I curse the day I was born his son. Mr. Warren: No, no, not that. Has he not suffered enough without the curse of a son ? Ji.M: Suffered? Suffered! F rison walls have sheltered him. If he wants to know what suffering is let him face the world of men. .Mr. Warren: That is what he must do from this night on — (To himself.) After eighteen years to face the world again. JlM: He’ll know then — .’vl[ . Waf REN (interrupting) ; He knows now. But he’ll not stand alone. He has two sons who will — JlM; No, only one — Richard may welcome and comfort him, but I would drive him out to fight his battle alone. 1 is his blood in my veins that has forced me to do what I have done tonight. Richard has not suffered as I have. He is all gentleness, patience, forgiveness, like mother. I have only bitterness and rebellion in my heart — a hatred so deep that it flames ujr with irresistible impulse even against those whom I love. 94 Mr. Warren: ' I ou are raving, boy. Perhaps m much the same manner that your fa ther raved when he hoped to shift the responsibility and to escape the consequence of his mad crime. JiM: I am not responsible, I tell you. Is it just to make a helpless victim of fate respon- sible? Mr. Warren: Justice and injustice, my boy, become sadly confused in the minds of men blinded by passion. Man is the master of his own fate. Let me put your question to you. Is it just of you to condemn to a lonely life of exile the father w ' hom the law has seen fit to grant his liberty? Is it just that you should add to the irrevocable sorrow of a mother already bowed by a burden so great that only the noblest in the world could bear it? JiM: Mother — mother! Mr. Warren: Is it just to judge of the suffering of that father in those dark days? What do you who prate of justice know’ of the hours of despair, of vain regret, of futile longing to undo the past? What do you know of that night of horrors when the occasional criminal, he who finds punishment salutary, gropes his w ' ay through what seems never ending blackness up toward the light? Have you ever thought what years of penal servitude must mean to a man of refinement and in- lectual tastes, to be herded with the vicious, the depraved, the habitually criminal, to w ' ear the garb of shame, to pass weary, w ' eary years in fruitless manual labor, to know no earthly hope, to see the long vista of time stretching remorselessly ahead, to live in the constant shadow of the grief of those he loved, and all this in the flower of youth, in the blossom time of manhood — not know suffering! God! ou, who only a few hours ago, stood with your life before you, to make or mar? Can you, now that you seem to change places w ' lth that father, w’hose suffering you de- spised — Jim (interrupting) : No, — no. I could not endure. They shall not take me, I tell you. I still have the courage to die. (Gets pistol, which father knocks out of his hand.) Mr. Warren: Courage! It takes far greater courage to live and face the future. It takes a courage born of hope and not desperation. Courage born of faith, and the understanding that you are the child of an Almighty God and have no need to fear the heritage of man. Jim (spellbound): No need to fear the heritage of man. (Bell rings. Mr. Warren picks up gun quickly, and puts it in his pocket. Jim drops into a chair. Enter two officers.) First Officer. None of your dodges, that little game doesn’t work. — We tracked him to this house, I tell you. (Pulls paper from his pocket.) A warrant for the arrest of James Warren. (Jim staggers to his feet and leans against table.) Mr. Warren: Here’s your man. First Officer: Are you James Warren? JiM: No, no, he didn’t do it. First Officer: That’ll do for you. We know all about it. JiM: But, I tell you, he is not — 95 Phone lings.) Firsi Officer: That II do, do you hear? (Handcuffs Warren. JlM: It’s a mistake, 1 tell you. f’lRSl Officer: Say, look here, young fellow. JiM: Good God! Let me e.xplain. I — (Enter I ichard.) DicK: Father! JiM: My father! DicK: W hy, what is this? — jim? (Phone rings again.) Mr. Warren : Answer It, Richard. Mrs. Warren (outside): Never mind. Sterling. I will answer it. (Enter Mrs. Warren.) James — James! Dick (at phone): Hello! ' l es. W ho? Sergeant Badgley? First Officer: ' l es, I am Sergeant Badgley. (At phone.) Hello. That you, Captain? ' l es, we’ e got him. What’s that? A mistake? Fellow wasn’t killed. Says the whole affair was his fault? Doesn’t want to do anything about it. Huh! ery well, sir. (Hangs up receiver.) Close call, governor. Take off the brace- lets. I wouldn’t loosen up on the check again if I was you. ' f ou mightn’t get out of It so easy next time. Tisn’t often that the other fellow ' is w ' llhng to take all the blame. Come along, Facey. (Officers go out.) Mrs. Warren: James! What is this? .Mr. WArren : By and by, mother. My boy! Jl.Vt: Father, can you forgive me? Mr. Warren : My son, you who have been on the verge of a great transgression, look upon me as a shipwrecked vessel which marks the treacherous leef beneath the waves. I he Almighty has spared me through many years of sorrow to go forth with you into the world of men. f here together to win our rightful heritage of love. Jl.M: Father! ( I hey clasp hands ) Curtain. ( Copyright applied for . ) 96 abr iLn] nf Ihr iCiuni Midnight It IS the loon, whose eerie note Like wandering spirit’s wail, Immediate and now remote. Indefinable, Despoils the tranquil night. Upon the starry silence breaks A plaintive, yearning wail. Resounding o’er the dreaming lakes. Impenetrable, As Death’s mysterious night. O, bird of water and of air. With mournful, lonely wail, I hou soundst within the heart despair Incalculable ! Whom callest in the night? 1 hou foolish bird, dost thou not know Thy sad and dismal wail Hath loosed the echoes, oh. Interminable, From out the cave of night! Beseech thee, silence thy complaint, I hy melancholy wail Infects the air with hopeless taint. Imperishable, 1 hrough all the cheerless night. M. G. H. iFni; at l3ahm Hanging like a pall. Gloomy over all ; Clinging damp and chill. Ominous of ill ; Drifting with the sluggish river. Shifting yon and shifting hither; Like a discontented shade. Like a d ream that needs must fade; Hovering here and hovering there. Threading listlessly the air; Mystic weaver at his loom. Noiseless, stifling as the tomb; Stealing in and settling down. Settling down with puff and frown; Clinging, shifting, drifting. Hovering, settling, lifting. Until, with whimsical despair. It yields unto the wanton air. 97 M. G. H. alir Ahtakrntnu It was the close of a hot, sultry day in the latter part of July. Doctor Madison climbed wearily up the steps of an unpretentious dwelling in one of the less prominent streets of New ' l ork. He was a tall, well formed man, with fine, deep-set hazel eyes; his waving chestnut liair slightly tinged with gray, curled about a face that had once been strong and kind. It was pale and stern now, and drawn with lines of suffering. Two years before. Doctor Madison had believed himself to be the happiest man in the world, and then suddenly, without any warning, the Grim Reaper had swung his relentless scythe and torn the bride of only a few months from her husband’s arms. It had been on just such a night as this without a breath of air stirring and the hot Min beating down upon the pavements when Edith Madison had come home weak and tired from a day in the slums. “Edith,” Madison had said as he scanned her tired little face, “I thought you |.romised to rest on these hot days, 1 hat little heart of yours must not work too hard, ou know.” “But Jack, dear,” she had answered quickly, “if you could only see the faces of tl ' .ose half-starved babies when they fling their thin little arms around my neck and beg me to ‘come again tomorrow.’ And oh, Jackie, boy,” she had cried, nestling closed in his arms, her wide, sweet eyes looking shyly up at him while tender flushes crept slowly into her face, “they call me 1 he Angel, and dear, it makes me want to be good.” Even as she spoke a look of perjilexity had come over her face, and she raised her hand as if to ward off some intervening object, and he had looked at her m alarm and said: “Edith — what IS it, dear?” “Jack, I — 1 feel so queer — everything seems so far away, and now it’s getting dark — hold me — Jack, I’m falling — fall — ” And even as he had clasped her, the little form had relaxed and hung limp and lifeless in his arms. I oni ght as he paced to and fro in his ofhce, the cruel memories surged relentlessly through his mind and the bitterness in his heart was very deej). Suddenly a look that .as not good to see came upon his face. Quickly, and with blazing eyes he strode to the cabinet, took down a phial, extracted a small tablet, dropjred it into a glass of water and raised it to his lijis. I hen, as quickly as he had lifted it, he dashed it madly to the floor. “Coward, coward!” he cried bitterly, and rushed out hatless into the night. Broadway was jammed with the taxis and crowds returning from the theatres. No one noticed the little cripple boy who started with uncertain stej)s to cross the crowded [ ' .vvement. I here was a warning shriek of a klaxon, an officer shouting orders, and the 98 crowd pressed forward to see a boy lying still and white on the hard pavement, and a tall, hatless man bending over him. An ambulance came clanging down the street. Dr. Madison lifted the boy gently in his arms, climbed into the car, and gave sharp directions to the driver. It was all over in a few moments and the crowd passed on already forgetful of the incident, but up in a room of a great white hospital. Dr. Madison was eagerly watching for some signs of life from the little cripple who lay so still and white in the snowy bed. All night long he kept his faithful vigil, and then, when the first faint streaks of dawn sent a soft glow through the eastern windows, the little bandaged form stirred and a weak little voice quavered, “Be — be the Angel — here?” Then with a little tired sigh, closed his eyes and slept. 1 hen with a little tired sigh, he closed his eyes and slept. It was then that something in John Madison’s soul was awakened and he could hear her voice, and “oh, Jackie, if you could only see their eager little faces when they .fling their thin little arms around my neck and beg me to come again tomorrow.” Then the great strong gates of his heart were broken, and just as a rushing torrent uproots and destroys everything in its path, so now, all the bitterness was swept away from him and his great form shook with sobs. “Edith, Edith! ' i ou gave your weak little life that such as these might live, and I — oh, God ! Coward that I am, I would take my own life all because I did not realize that true happiness comes with giving.” He buried his head on the coverlet and sobbed as only a strong man can sob. Then, at last, when he was quiet, a little hand stole out and clasped the big one, and a queer, tired little voice quavered, “Wuz — wuz you hurted, too?” The man clasped the little hand tighter and answered gently, “Yes, boy, I have been hurt for two long years, but now we’ll get well — together.” And clear and sweet thro’ the morning air, like a benediction, came the voices of worshippers at early mass, “And whosoever shall do this unto one of the least of these, my brethren, doeth it unto me.” B. K. F., ’19. 99 fflij ariv Abnuiit " Ab road ” does not mean Europe, let me make that clear at once. It means noth- ing more exciting than a walk in the streets of Boston, and yet I saw much that ga e food for thought, and I returned invigorated in mind and body. Do you ask what could have happened to make a walk at home noteworthy? Why, my dear friends, first of all I saw prince and princess. “.A prince and princess! 1 did not know that we had royal visitors here!” No, they were not royal according to the world’s definition, for the prince was only a street-sweeper, and the princess a plain old lady dressed in simple black. “How uninteresting! " Oh no, dear reader, on the contrary it was exhilarating! The street-crossings were m a bad condition from heavy rains, and sweepers were busy cleaning the tracks in front of the cars, when a lady started to step from a car to the muddy crossing. She was neither young, fair, nor richly dressed, but before she had put her foot to the ground a cavalier sprang to her assistance in the person of a stalwart sweeper. No ball-room gallant could have approached her with a finer carriage, or have proffered his strong hand with a more respectful air, and no society-girl in the flush of her triumph could have accepted the courtesy more gracefully than did this little plain woman. ou should ha e seen this nobleman of nature conduct his princess to the sidewalk and acknowledge her grateful thanks with a touch of his cap which no training in all the graces of social et ' quette could have made more chivalrous and manly. I thought of Queen Elizabeth and Raleigh; the elvet cloak was indeed lacking, but the spirit of the old gallantry was there. What princely nature was here in the guise of the working-man! And what sensitive refinement showed in every line of the modest figure beside him! F rince and princess, — Ah yes! It is good that such royalty is with us. Next in interest was the man who was “b irst-rate” ! He gave this account of him- self in response to the cordial salutation of a friend, — “Jack, my boy, how are you? I here was something wholly inspiring in the emphasis and tone of this response as the two friends shook hands. Solomon has said, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine,” and surely as I recall this cheerful personality, so expressive with the elastic joy of health, I feel even now the radiation from his hajrjry spirit. 1 here are some natures whose lack of vigor and poise oppress one like a muggy Nugust Dog-day; while the harmony between a healthy mind and a healthy body is stimulating as a fresh October morning. It gives a new meaning to the old phrase — “balance of power.” 1 he Art of life calls not only for power, but for balance; not only for imjrulse at varying jroints, but for strength all along the line. It was impossible 100 lo see aught in this man but the suggestions of a thoroughly wholesome nature. I placed him on my list of worthies, and wondered who would come next. One cannot go far in the world without reading romance in some pair of bright eyes. We do not need to cross the ocean for this sort of sight-seeing, and Boston is no exception to this law of nature. I knew the two lovers at first glance, they were so glad to see each other, and yet so self- restrained and dignified. The lady was walking in front of me, and I had opportunity to admire the refinement of her bearing. But my admiration for her sweet attractiveness was shared by another who met her like an old friend, and stopping to greet her, held out his hand. 1 he whole story was told on the instant; for we who watch romances are quick to see the signs. There was nothing artificial in the manner of either of these persons. It was a straightforward, accidental meeting of two high-bred people who bore themselves with conventional reserve, while unalloyed pleasure actually beamed from them. I could see their happy, handsome faces as I passed and left them behind. It was only a glimpse, but I carried away a mental picture which hangs in my gallery of pleasant memories, and I am sure they would not grudge me this sharing of their joy. A rosy-cheeked boy with a rosy-cheeked apple is an appetizing sight. The little fellow who answered to this description had stood before the window of a fruit-shop, pennies in hand, deliberating as to his intended purchase; and I, catching sight of his rosy face, stopped also at the window, to see what would happen. We stood looking at the tempting show of oranges, apples and bananas when my little friend suddenly ran into the shop, — the decision was reached, the final choice was made and I was left outside in suspense. I did not remain long in doubt. He soon came out eating a large red apple with all the zest of a boy’s relish. Oh, happy time, when all is new, and an apple IS the event of a day! It needed only this little incident to recall the picture of an orchard where such red apples hung by hundreds on the boughs one autumn day long ago, and a party of children searched the ground for “wind-falls.” It was a warm, sunny day, and the air was sweet with September odors. The children laden with the fruit ran into the old barn for a feast; but as my boy, with his apple, was lost to sight in the moving crowd, with him faded the picture of the orchard, the children and the rosy wind-falls. I like to linger before shop-windows to wonder over the latest products of our civilization. Here I visit both hemispheres. Orient and Occident meet, and I revel m their magnificence. The gay windows filled with bric-a-brac suggest picturesque con- trasts of the world’s civilizations. I pass from the arctic circle to the equator, which reminds me how much less I am an American than a cosmopolitan. “The w ' orld is my country and all mankind are my brothers,” said our loyal citiz.en, William Lloyd Garri- son ; and until we can appreciate the impressive sweetness and strength contained m this avowal, we do not know the full meaning of patriotism. The height and breadth of an all-reaching brotherhood includes the world, and we insult our flag when with a vulgar self-assertiveness we would narrow our patriotism to self-in terest and national jealousy. What a bewildering show is this street-bazaar of the arts and industries of the world! These rainbow hued silks mean Pans — while in the next window are rubies from 101 lar-of] Burma, and emeralds suggestive of Egypt and the mines of Cleopatra; here are curious Art treasures from Japan, and this Russian window so distinctly Slavic in style IS interesting with peasants’ work among its richer manufactures. Ne. t door to the Art curios from Italy is a cheerful display of West Indian fruits with spices and coffee from Java. I he very word “tropics ” stirs the imagination. I think of far-off islands of the Pacific, of coral reefs builded by the little polyps through the Ages, and of the still lagoons enclosed by them inviting the imagination to harbor there. A step farther places me before the beautiful furs of the Arctic fox and the Polar bear, the tiger of the East Indian jungle and the small ermine so hunted for its beauty, all links in that great chain of being which Nature has forged through untold Ages. Before the book-stand I am m the presence of creators of literature. I am trans- ported back to the Ptolemies, or lured to discuss the latest essay on social reform. 1 he aristocracy of the intellect invites me to its banquet, and I humbly remember the words of Milton, — “A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit.” And now I left the shops behind, taking the homeward path across the Common. ! he grass was green in the early Spring, and the chirp of the first robin greeted me with a promise of coming joy. Associations crowd upon me with this old play-ground where I picked my hrst clover-blossom, and where I was taken to see wonderful military dis- plays and magnificent fire-works in days too far back to number. And yet it was not jiersonal recollections so much as historical suggestions which were uppermost in my mind as I walked. This small tract of forty acres dedicated in the early days to the citizens of Boston had seen many changes around its boundaries. To those first colonists our peninsula was “Shawmut, ” our hills were rrimountam, old St. Botolph gave us our name, and long afterward cows were pastured on this now busy thoroughfare which seems less a park tiian a street. My trip had been well worth while; for besides filling my lungs with a generous supply of oxygen, 1 had seen nobility without patent or coat-of-arms ; had tasted the medi- cine of merry heart; had a side glimpse of life’s supreme joy; and read a lesson from liappy childhood. Eike a true cosmopolitan I had revelled m the products of two hem- isjrheres, and had closed this eventful sightseeing with a glimpse of green grass and of th.e first robin of Sjrring. I had travelled far in an hour. I he winged shoes of Mercury or the strong wings of Pegasus could hardly have served me better than this modest walk on solid earth. For the soul m common things joins earth to heaven, and m the true use of the real we find life’s beautiful ideal. Cakoline Richards. 102 KAPPA GAMMA CHI Krx } : L:‘ r xv f ii Lci.ors — a ' ’GHnr: MONO! ' ; I Mrs. Je? :e iildndge Mrs. Harry cvmour ACTiX ' F Ann i " ] ’.la! :ir Nettie Hutchni ' Lrina .Schmi ' f ik-tin. ' t Mace Consiance Hastings Dorothy Mitcheil Arliiie Cracker Ghap;.i He- . " ft Ik M! Mr= i !h i r-i . H ' . i KA ' (Samma (Ulii FOUNDED AT OHIO WESLEYAN UNIVERSITY, 1890 Colors — Green and White Flower — Lily-of-the-Valley HONORAR ' i- MEMBERS Mrs. Jessie Eldndge Southwick Mrs. William Elowland Kenney Mrs. Elarry Seymour Ross Miss Lilia Estelle Smith ACTIVE MEMBERS Ann Minahan 1917 Phyllis Jenkins Nettie Hutchins Grace Thorson Edna Schmitt Leah Kendall Selma Mace 1918 Loretta McCarthy Constance Hastings Rena Macomber Dorothy Mitchell Evelyn Ellis Arline Crocker Elizabeth Tack 1919 Elizabeth Eield Chapter House, Hotel Hemenway 105 ZETA PHI ETA iy. I :-4v- i ' 5 V.-w- ' - ' . ■1- ' ;’ . ' . ) ' - 1 1 - -A [ -1 ' !% ' ■ • .• -- ' • • vft ' f ■ .. ' » -1 ■ i. i fv • ' • ■■ ' ’ ' T ' j ■ 1 v . f; ' 1 1 I i ite. Hrla iln Eta FOUNDED IN 1893 Colors — Rose and White Flower — La France Rose CHARIER ROLL Alpha ..... Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Beta ...... Cumnock School of Oratory, Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois Gamma ..... Inactive Delta ...... Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. Epsilon ..... Brenau College, Gainsville, Georgia HONORARY ' Henry Lawrence Southwick Walter Bradley Tripp Rev. Allen A. Stockdale Edward Phillip Hicks MEMBERS Ella G. Stockdale Bertel Ghdden Willard Elizabeth M. Barnes Mary Elizabeth Gatchell ASSOCIATE MEMBERS Maud Gatchell Hicks Gertrude T. McQuesten Elvie Burnett Willard Gertrude Chamberlain Elsie R. Riddell Gertrude M. Allen Martha Mane Allen Inez Banghart Margaret L. Longstreet Marguerite E. Brodeur Mary Elizabeth Darnell Rena M. Gates Barbara Wellington Sylvia ACTIVE MEMBERS 1917 Helen H. Bartel Hazel G. Call Dorothy C. Hopkins Sarah P. Stocking 1918 Pay S. Goodfellow M. Catherine Green Helen V. Guild Ann E. East Verre T. Johnston Astrid W. Nygren Carolyn V. Walker Norma Olson Christine M. Punnett Margaret G. Pinkerton Eolmsbee 1919 P. Folsom Beulah K. Chapter House, Hemenway Chambers 107 PHI MU GAMMA ,SijJ i ■ ' i Cgxxh K : (baiivaa FOUNDl-n ' ■ f. AM ' Bl- , Al-Ha. Mr.i ' [. ,. Va.; DtL VA. No ' wk Ci:y, 7j.i , New ork Ci ' .. AC ! ' i . Hollins College M.sfres Cjrahan. . ' . ' j ' -ew ' iToik City •.■A.ii.,.tii, ' 1. . ' dlrhviy , ' v I.. Ai.pha, N.i Bt r A, liis Vsinfht M ' 5. F. C«k. Biick Miss Hirnet a , v, Mi«. VIaihJ ' i. Ksfit Mi»» l.illttui .CJiBs ' .iBude Fi»kc M ' i ' .wcniiotyn HfO ' ■ Mi i Oo. ' olhy 3«Afr t ' slelle V n Hreie.-, F.luabelh F, Fills k iniJ ■a!. ' - ' ;n ' F i’cMsr. ill- AilaiilA (.k.s, V’ uski -- (. kb), i ' ON- ' i: R ' , CH- ' J ' ' ’, i :■ 5 Dr ' I .. Fp Ze- Mf V ' s ’•■ M ' . ' ■! B. I.,,. Dr f . ii. - I; A - 1 Pii-. - . F 111 . ALI M. vH • ' -I: ’v 5 •• B • ■ 1 . Mrr !’ I jiK li B ' t ■ . ' , Mrs. KcJlI ' Jnn 1 rii ' i.i,. Mrs. R. bb ' ns Mi.a-. Atlhuf Scott i J.: ' " .Ki Grace Feiliirh Misi •.k. !iS ' F MFMBFR- IN L , ' F ' F ‘6 Me ' A ' -.nti i ‘r ; ’ i I ■ A .VM . • ' e I C ' hel C B in- l lien L H. !.,I •••. r.,iitt V ' i r ' f: Saf»’ N es • 1 " •■.s Cha( tcT I Ms. • ; ; •• ' " I ’. ' •( ' •s • ' •n. Mi ' jfOa ' .m.! I ' ■ 9 R»imna II ' . - ih itlu (6amma 3)nla (Clia ilrr FOUNDED OCTOBER 17. 1898, AT HOLLINS, VA. Colors — Blue and Black Flowers — Pink Rosebuds and Forget-me-nots Jewel — Pearl CHAPTER ROLL ACTIVE Alpha, Hollins. Va.. Hollins College Iota. Boston, Mass.. Emerson College Delta, New York City, Misses Graham Kappa, Cleve land, Tenn., Centenary College Zeta, New York City, New York City Rl., Richmond. Va., Woman ' s College Rho, Middlebury, Vt., Middlebury College ALUMNAE CHAPTERS Alpha, Norfolk and Portsmouth, Va. Delta, Gainesville, Ga. Beta, Atlanta. Ga. Epsilon, Richmond, Va. Gamma, Muskogee, Okla. Zeta. Shreveport, La. HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Edith Wright Mr. Waller B. Tripp Mrs. F. H. Whitney Mrs. E. Carlton Black Dr. E. Carlton Black Pres. H. L. Soulhwick Mrs. Edward Hicks ALUMNI MEMBERS IN URBE Miss Harriet C. Sleight Mrs. Randolph Tucker Miss Beatrice Perry Mrs. Maud G. Kent Mrs. Francis Boyd Miss Evelyn Hegeman Miss Lillian Hartigan Mrs. Reardon True Miss Elizabeth Smith Miss Maude Fiske Mrs. Robbins Miss Bertha MacDonough Miss Gwendolyn Henry Mrs. Arthur Scott Mrs. T. Purrington Miss Dorothy Baker Miss Grace Fettrich Miss Gladys Hunt ACTIVE MEMBERS IN URBE 1916 Mary A. Winn 1917 Estelle V ' an Hoesen Anne W. Vail Mildred L. Little Elizabeth E. Ellis Mary F. Sayer Marguerite Thompson 1918 Ethel Came Helen W. Carter Beatrice E. Coates Ellen Lombard Edith M. MacCulley Helen Hynes 1919 Ramona Gwin Sarah E. Lewis Mary Roberts Vidah V. Robertson Chapter House, 70 St. Stephens Street Matron, Mrs. Lena Chase 109 PHI ALPHA TAU . s ii » •. li !V , ' th C .ilij lj . ' ‘. ii ' ilK ■• • " . ' ' ■ ' 7 ■;i-i I v.i: ' :£ js-a AS }Jlit Alpha ©an Alpha (Chaptrr FOUNDED AT EMERSON COLLEGE OF ORATORY. 1902 CHAPTER ROLL Alpha Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Gamma University of Nebraska, Lincoln, Neb. Zeta Carroll College, Waukesha, Wis. T HETA Northwestern College, Naperville, 111. Iota . University of Kansas, Lawrence, Kan. Kappa Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. . Lam DA University of Texas, Austin, Tex. Mu University of Oklahoma, Norman, Okla. Nu . Pacific University, Lorest Grove, Ore. Xi University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Mich. Omicron State Agricultural College, Manhattan, Kan. OLLICERS OL ALPHA CHAPTER Lred W. Hubbard President William Downs ice-President Laurence J. Smith Secretary Walter B. Tripp I reasurer William Byer . Marshal ACTIVE MEMBERS Robert H. Burnham Samuel Kern William R. Byer Laurence J. Smith William Downs Henry L. Southwick bred W. Hubbard Walter B. I ripp William G. Ward HONORARY ' MEMBERS L. Charlton Black, A.M., LL.D. Richard Burton, Ph.D. Ill Ilf Mother o’ mine, if I were a bird I ' d fly, and fly, and fly 0 er the hills and treetops, L ' p to the blue, blue sky. ■And then when it came to the evening time. With the sky all of sunset hue. Mother o’ mine, little mother o’ mine, I’d come flying back home to you. Zo a Buttci’flv Lovely thing With velvety wing All powdered m dust of gold. Where will you go, I wonder, where — When the days grow wet and cold? brail thing With your broken wing. Why do you shrink from dying? Death were a gift of priceless worth Could It end a soul’s mad crying. Z K Jfatc of XaiHibtcr Silence has thy warm lips wed. Purse or pant, they still will male. Angered, closer yet they cling. Whistle, two as one, of course. Laugh, and strangely to relate. Laughter shall pronounce divorce. 1 12 Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. KMERSON COLLEGt: OF OKAl OR ' i IlCimi ANNUAL PRODUCTION FROM THE F.LIZABEI MAN DRAMA I HF SENIOR CLASS OF 1917 PRESENTS iKtuu iirurii tlir iFmtrtii PAR I ' I. B-l W ' lLLIAM SHAKESPEARt Dramatis Personae Ring Henry the hourth ...... Henry, Prince of Wales, his son . . . . F:,arl of Westmoreland ..... ISir Walter Blunt ...... 1 homas Percy, Earl of Worcester . Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland Henry Percy, his son, surnamed Hot. ' pur .Archibald, Earl of Douglas Sir Richard Vernon .... Sir John halstaff ..... Poms ...... Gadshill ....... f eto ....... Bardolph ....... Sheriff ....... b rancis, a drawer ..... A ' lessenger ...... Lady Percy ...... iVFstress Quickly ...... 1 ravelleiT - Mi. ' ses Kendall, Eongstreet, Miss Paddock Miss Bartel Miss Kendall Miss Nygren Miss Stille Miss Bailey Miss Southwick Miss Fhorson M iss Minahan Miss Little Miss Johnston Miss Hutchins Miss V ' an Hoesen Miss Stocking Miss Roarty . Miss Walker Miss Eaton Miss Call Miss Vail Reed, 1 uiner, Lillian Walker FORMER REVIVALS 1910 " 1 he Marriage of Wit and Science. 1911 Jonson. “Every Man in His Humour.” 1912 Jonson. “ 1 he Silent Woman.” 1913 Cha|)man. “All Fools.” 1914 Shakes[)eare. “ 1 he Merry Wives of Windsor.” 1913 Beaumont and h letcher. ” 1 he Knight of the Burning Path. 1916 Shakesiieare. “ 1 he Comedy of Errors.” Produced under the direction of Mr. Walter Bradley 1 ni)p THE CLASS OF 1918 PRESENTS ®lir Dark Iia l nf Ihr mturla The Beefeater By Bernard Shaw NOVEMBER 9, 1916 CAST , Samuel Kern William Shakespeare Joseph Gifford Queen Elizabeth Helen Guild Dark Lady of the Sonnets Marguerite Fox Fin de siecle 15-1600. SETTING Midsummer night on the terrace of the Palace at White- hall, overlooking the Thames. 1 HE CLASS OF 1919 PRESENTS IN PANTOMIME Hhru Ibr (Subs iFatl By Ruth McCleary Hubbs JANUARY 25, 1917 CAST Panisis ......... Madeline McNamara Attendants to Panisis . Sarah Stahl, Mary Roberts, Ramona Gywn, Norma Olson Mother of Panisis ........ Beulah Folmsbee Pelates, Father of Panisis ........ William Downs Paul .......... Marjorie Stackhouse Cupid ......... Esther V ' an Alstyne Guards ........ Helen Lynch, Sylvia Folsom Ceres ........... Vidah Robertson Prophet from Oracle at Delphi ...... Frances Russey Attendants to Prophet ..... Elaine Rich, Florence Cutting Mercury .......... William Byer Warriors from Hercules ..... Mina Harrison, Dorothy Crocker Pan ........... Sarah Lewis Pan’s Nymphs .... Susan Phillips, Ruth Kelley, Bertha Kaufman Psyche ........... Arline Crocker Spirits ..... Eleanor Dunlap, Helen Darrow, Elaine Rich . 1 Marjorie Saunders, Alma Brown, Mary Griffin Musicians . . . . i i n t-i i t r l I Mabelle 1 hresher, Inez Bangnart 115 thf: class of 1920 PRILSENTS ahr iif iFiluriUi Bv Imocene M. Hogle CAS1 Cinderella ..... Opportunity (fairy godmotlier) Mme. Convention .... " anity 1 , . stepsisters .... Indolence I f ootman ...... I .ords. Doubt ...... Discouragement . . . . Glitter ..... Play-at-Love .... Pleasure ..... baith ..... Purpose ..... Health ..... iVlinerva ...... Flirt Sense-of-Humor ..... Prince Life ..... Court Ladies . . Lmeline f Mary Mahon . . . . Millis Caverly Pearl Atkinson J Agnes Mahoney Dons Poole Esther Cohn Catherine Perry Mildred Ahlstrom Eleanor East Justina Williams Helen Sayles Lillian Lewis Helen Cornell Anna Maguire Ethel Berner Phyllis Dennison Beatrice Talmas Winifred Osborne ufT, Josephine Mitchell, Rosemary Hilton ACT I. Kitchen in Mme. Convention’s home .ACT II. } lall of Education m Castle of Freedom ACT III. Same as Act I (next day) AN EVENING OE ONE-ACT PLAYS PRESENTED BY EMERSON COLLEGE DRAMATIC CLUB DECEMBER 9, 1916 Rosalind . Charles Dame Quickly Snsalini By Sir James Barrie CAST OF CHARACTERS Miss Dorothy Hopkins Mr. Samuel Kern Miss Ruth Hubbs Scene: Room in cottage of Dame Quickly Time: Present (Ehattrrtau By Sutherland CAST OF CFfARACTERS Thomas Chatterton Andrew McGrath Rose Leicester Guzil Bob Freshlitt Grunce Vibbett Mr. Joseph Gifford Mr. William Byer Miss Sylvia Folsom Miss Ann East Mr. Francis McCabe Mr. Lester A. Blood Mr. Merrill Marvin Scene: Garret room in London house of Andrew McGrath Time: Late afternoon of August 25, 1770 i garinth l alltni By Lady Gregory CAST OF CHARACTERS Hyacinth Halvey ....... Quirke, a butcher ....... Eardy Farrell, a te legraph boy .... Sergeant Carden ....... Mrs. Delane, postmistress at Cloon . . . . Miss Joyce, the priest’s housekeeper Mr. Joseph Connor Mr. William Downs Mr. Lawrence Smith Mr. Harl Eslick M iss Carolyn Walker Miss Arline Crocker Scene: Outside the post office in the town of Cloon Time: Present F.MKl SON COLLEGE OF ORATOR ' i ' iFmtn rr s 0ay December the Thirteenth, Nineteen Hundred and Sixieen Convention Hall, Boston (Charles 03cslei| lEmcrsmi Born, Pietsfield, Vermont, No ’ember 30 , 1837 Died, Millis, Massachusetts, Non ember 30 , 1908 Address ....... Jessie Eldridge Southwick " Educational Aims in Expressive Art” A (EbrifltinaH in (Dlh Timier. Ia54 Scene: A Hall of Old Bermondsey House Prologue Sir Thomas Pope The Lord of Misrule A Lord Keeper A Lord Treasurer A Captain Chaplain f ickle Herring Blue Breeches Pc[)per Breeches Mildred Southwick Fred Hubbard Dramatis Personae The f rincess LI zabelh And for the Amusement of the RoVal Prisoner Attended hv Charles Parsons Merrill Marvin Scott Williamson George La Barre And His Five Sons r rumpeter 1 arper The Fool Sarah Stocking Catharine McCormick Flizabeth F lelcl Ginger Breeches John .Allsiiice Grace Thorson Lester Blood Samuel Klern Catherine Drawbaugh Mildred Little Arline Crocker Eva Little Marjery Jonathan Dame Cicely (the Serving Man Yule-I og Be C andle Bearers [■ irst 3: okel Second Yokel Third Yokel Fourth Yokel The Waits p Solo Sword Dance f’.pilogue Astrid Nygren William Byer iddlerwoman) Marjorie Saunders T lorence Cutting ( Ina Duval. Elaine Rich { Fldith MacCullev S Esther an Allstyne I Margaret F lank Anne Vail Marjorie Stackhouse Margaret Scureman 1 lelen F’ ord Joseph Connor, Josejjh Gifford rancis McCaFre, William T3owns Margaret F.ongstreet Margaret F lank Chorus of Courtiers F adies in Waiting Dancers l Mina 1 larrison, Mildred Ahlstrom Ruth 1 Fubbs. Winifred Osborn i Beulah Folmsbee ( Ruth l arker, Madeline McNamara ' F earl Atkinson, Louise Munday Dorothy Mitchell (Lads) F.mily Crissman, 1 lelen Roarty Barbara Wellington, Margaret Griffin (l assies) Marguerite Brodeur, Grace Tomb Lucie Fvnowles. I ' dna Culp, Sara Lewis 1 Margaret Longstreet. Margaret Zink Neva Wright. Margaret F inkerton Frederica Magnus, Fay Goodfellow Gertrude Don, Rena Gates, Amy Toll Christine F’unnett. Georgia F’addock Ruth I’ancost (Eaptatu fottarblatr The Phi Mu Gamma Society, Iota Chapter, presented “Captain Lettarblair,’ by Marguerite Merington, m the Copley 1 heatre, Monday evening, March twenty-sixth, nineteen hundred and seventeen. Th IS production was the fifteenth annual play given by the Society for its Scholar- ship Fund, and was under the personal direction of Walter Bradley Trij p. CAST OF CHARACTERS. Captain Lettarblair Litton (Royal Irish Fusileers) Dean Ambrose, his uncle ..... Percival Pinkney, Dean’s secretary .... Francis Menvale, a neighliormg squire Mr. Seton, a lawyer, Fanny’s trustee .... Jockms, Litton’s servant ..... Smithers, Mr. Seton’s clerk ..... Lord Willoughby] Henry Fanny Hadden, Mr. Seton’s ward Polly Messiter, the Dean’s god-daughter . Hyacinth Messiter, her aunt . . . . . Time: Eighteenth Century Edith MacCulley Mary A. Winn Estelle Van Hoesen Marguerite d hompson Elizabeth Ellis Mildred L. Little Sara E. Lewis Vidah Robertion Helen W. Carter Molly F. Sayre . Anne W. Va.l Act I. The Dean’s house, Beechwood. “Loves me?” Act II. Capt. Litton’s quarters in the barracks at Southampton. Act III. Scene I. Mr. Seton’s office, London. Scene 2. The sun-dial, Beechwood. “Loves me.” “Loves me not.” “Alas, how easily things go wrong! A word unsung in a lover’s song. And there cometh a mist and a blinding rain And life is never the same again.” “Alas, how hardly things go right! A storm may come m a summer’s night. The stars will fade m the gloom away And a summer’s night is a winter’s day.” PlaVs Presented Bv Phi Mu Gamma 1903 Tom Pinch , . . . Dickens 1904 Adventures of Lady Ursula fiope 1905 Bachelor’s Romance . Morton 1906 Hearts Base . . Klein and Clarf 1907 Rosemary . . Parser and Carson 1908 Captain Lettarblair . Margaret Merington 1909 Sweet Nell of Old Drury . . Kesier 1910 Mice and Men .... R lc 119 191 1 Bachelor ' s Romance Morion 1912 Friend Hannah Kesier 1913 Tom Pinch .... Dicifens 1914 Virsinia Courlship Preshrey 1915 His Excellency, the Governor, Marshall 1916 The Admirable Critchton Barrie 1917 Captain Lettaiblair Merin lon UNDER SOUTHERN SKIES THE SOUTHERN CLUB OF EMERSON COLLEGE OE ORATORY ' Presents in Pantomime Hnirr g mttbrru Skirs BY Mary Helen H nes “A greeting to you from the land of the flowers. The Sunny South, A thought that’s born of the golden hours Of the Sunny South. Up from the Summer Land it brings The heart’s best wish and with it clings The joy of the mocking-bird that sings In the Sunny South.” Huntington Chambers Hall Thursday! Morning, March Twenly-Ninlh, 1917 Cast of Characters In order of their appearance Colonel Randolph Harriet Stille Mose .... Wylie Hartsfield Katherine Andrews Eleanor East John Randolph Margaret E. Newell Mammy Grace Anne Floyd East Arch .... Melba Rhodes Mrs Andrews Myrtle Moss Marion Hill Arabella Harrel 1 Elizabeth Ellis Negro Musicians Marguerite Thompson 1 Frederica Magnus Rev. William Irwin Marjorie Will Mary Semmes . . . . Mary Griffin Frances Alexander Margaret Zmk Robert Gordon Mary Helen Hynes George Hill Jeannette Warshavsky Richard Mallary Helen Sayles Carolyn Cumming Mary Young Goff Major Andrews . . . Alma Lee Brown Albert Baldwin Helen Eads 121 As 0un IGikr 3t BY WILLIAM SHAKLSPEARL Presented By EMERSON COL.LEGE DRAMATIC CLUB April 21, 1917 Casi of Characters Duke, living in banishment .... Miss MacCulley Frederick , his brother, and usurper of his throne Miss Good fellow Amiens | Lords attending the banished Duke Miss Duval Jaques 1 Miss Mitchell Le Beau, a courtier attending on Frederick Miss Olson Charles, wrestler to Frederick . . . . Miss Nygren Oliver j Miss O’Leary Jaques Sons of Sir Roland de Boys j Miss Russey Orlando ] 1 Miss Bartel Adam, servant to Oliver .... Miss Call I ouchstone, a clown ..... Miss Guild Conn i Shepherds ..... f Miss MacNeill Selvius 1 Miss Little W illiam. a country fellow .... Miss Wellington [Rosalind, daughter of the banished duke Miss South wick Celia, daughter to Frederick .... Miss Fdastings Phebe, a shepherdess ..... Miss Walker Audrey, 1 country wench .... Miss Minahan I.orcis, pages and attendants, etc. Scene: Oliver’s house; Duke Frederick’s Court; and the Forest of Arden 122 (Eommntmnntt Jiroyrmn Baccalaureate Sermon, Dr. Lemuel H. Merlin DEB.ATE Nettie Hutchins Helen Reed George Pearson Laurence Smith Martha Mane Allen Hazel Call Faye Eaton Elizabeth Ellis Mildred Little PbH ' SICAL CULTURE Astrid Nygren Helen Roarty Mary Sayre Edna Schmitt Margaret Scureman Mildred Southwick Sarah Stocking Carolyn Walker Freda Walker Lucy Upson I HE WISHING TREE RY MAUD GATCHELL HICKS Life Dorothy Hopkins Devil Fred Hubbard Love Margaret Longstreet Temptation Jessie Haszard Joy Marguerite 1 hompson Wisdom Ethel Baker Duty Frederica Magnus Death Ellen Reed Envy Lillian Walker Prologue Gertrude Allen Gertrude Allen Inez Banghart Elizabeth Ellis Eura Kester Fairies and FloV’ers Hazel Call Verre Johnston mps Helen Roarty Edna Schmitt Scene: A grove on the shore Sarah Stocking Freda Walker Amy Toll Carolyn Walker Martha Mane Allen Hazel Call Faye Eaton Mildred Little READERS Astrid Nygren Mary Sayre Margaret Scureman Mildred Southwick Sarah Stocking Lucy Upson Carolyn Walker Freda Walker 123 MISTRESS NELL B GEORGE HAZELTON, JR. King Charles II .... . Plelen Bartel James, Duke of ork .... Alma Brown Duck of Buckingham .... Harriet Stille Earl of Rochester . . . . . Ruth Kennard Jack Hart, manager of King’s 1 heatre Leah Kendall Strings, old fiddler . . . . . Ruth Pancost Dick, call-boy ..... Estelle Van Hoesen Swallow, His Majesty’s Constable Llorence Bailey Buzzard ...... Ann Minahan Landlord of the Blue Boar Inn Anna Vail Moll, an Orange Girl .... Ruby Sutherland Lady Hamilton ..... Ethel Green Sullivan Louise, Duchess of Portsmouth Marie Bellefontaine Nell Gwyn ..... Grace I horson . CT I ACT II . CT III ACT IV Green Room at the King’s Theatre — Evening of the first performance of Dryden’s “Conquest of Granada.” Scene I : St. James’ Park before Nell’s terrace by moon light. Scene 2 : The Blue Boar Inn. Ballroom at Portsmouth, a fortnight later. Nell’s at midnight. Commencement Speaker, Dr. Samuel M. Crothers 124 ‘7 had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad’’ 1 REASON Miss Scurenian: “1 have called my “As ou I ike ll” blue book “Mangled Shake- speare.” Mr. Smith: ‘A ou might have called it “Boiled Bacon.” 1 HE EESSER EVIE Kind friend: “Don’t you get awfully tired of being m all those plays at your college? ” Emersonian: ‘A es, I do; but if I weren’t m the |)lay, I’d have to sit in the audience, and that is much worse.” Miss Hewitt: “Had I known, Lawrence, that you were going to be up in recitals l.jst night. I’d have sent you a cabbage.” Mr. Smith: “Now, Golda, don’t go and lose your head over me.” SOME SHOW Have you heard Ellen Reed? SECRETS Should Walter Bradley Tripp would Helen Bartel? HEARD IN BIBLE CLASS Should Molly Sayre prayers would Charles Kidder? Who more than Grace enjoy the ups and Downs of college life? If William sat down Byer, would Hazel Call? No, but Pansy Wood. If Helen Sayles I wonder if Marjorie Will. Old Treddy Hubbard Went to the cupboard lo see if the dues were all paid; But when he got there I he cupboard was bare. Said Treddy, “My dears. I’m dismayed!” He went to a Senior who had a new dress, With his glittering eye he made her confess — She jHilled out her purse and gave him one bone — Said bred, “Oh, my soul, that means I’ll dine alone.” 126 Mnap jrrriatrb at lEmrrsmt I went into old Emerson to show ’em how to speak ; The president he looked at me as though I were a freak, The girls out in the office laughed and giggled fit to die, I beats it to the lift again and to myself says I: Oh, I’ve acted this and acted that and won my praise galore V hen I’ve recited “Curfew Bell” in my home town gen’ral store. In Peaksville’s gen’ral store, my girls, in Peaksville’s gen’ral store. Oh, it’s “Encore, second Garrick,” in my home town gen’ral store. I spoke a piece for Mrs. Hicks as brilliant as could be. She gave a Freshman girl some praise but hadn’t none for me. She told me not to rant so much and not to saw the air. But when it comes to yelling — Ford! she’s jealous of me there! Then it’s “Soften this” and “Not so loud” until I get the blues. But It’s “Splendid work of Hawkins” in the Peaksville Weekly News, The Peaksville Weekly News, my girls, the Peaksville Weekly News. Oh, it’s “Splendid work of Hawkins” in the Peaksville Weekly News. es, making mock of orators that’s got you skun a mile Is unsisterly behavior and decidedly bad style, . ' nd nudging one another when I’m going wild a bit Is only ’cause you’re jealous that I’m making of a hit. I hen it’s “Watch him there” and “Eook at that” and “Is the creature sane?” But it’s “finish of an artist” away back home in Maine. way back home in Maine, my girls, away back home in Maine, Oh, it’s “finish of an artist” away back home in Maine! You talk of private lessons, and mention fees so small. Why don’t you let me have a Thursday morning in the hall? Don’t fuss about my squeaky voice, but prove your int’rest real — How can you know what in me stirs, the feelings that I feel ! But it’s “Were you here?” and “Were you there?” and “Did she call the roll?” (Of course I’m found in everti class evolving of my soul.) Then it’s Hawkins this and Hawkins that and “Watch the poor fool strive,” But Hawkins ain’t a blooming fool — you bet that he’ll arrive! E. J. S., ’17. 127 A STUD ' l’ IN HOW NOT lO WRU ' E M oitimer was as bold as orange-and-pink hosiery, and Simile was as elusive as a piece of Castile soap. X dien, at the appointed hour, he repaired to her house as punctual ns a bill collector, she tried, like a street car conductor, to put him off. But his mind, like the face of an actress, was made up. Becoming as eloquent as a man in a telephone booth which you are waiting to use, he said, “Simile, I love you!” Her lips quivered like a light auto, but the look m her eyes was as far away as Lbooklyn. “Oh, marry me,” he pleaded, his voice sounding hollow as a campaign pledge, “or I shall be as wretched as a porous custard.” He edged nearer to her, till he was almost as close as the air m the subway. He gazed anxiously at her face, the way a person in a taxicab gazes at the face of the meter. I ler skin was smooth as a confidence man, and clear as boarding house soup. He put his arm around her waist, which was slim as a professor ' s salary. ' l leldmg suddenly like a treacherous garter, she murmured in a voice as soft as stale crackers, while tears rushed to her eyes like shoppers to a bargain counter, “I am yours.” And she clung to him like barbed wire. A thrill of joy went through Mortimer like a highwayman. “Oh, ” he cried, “then I am as happy as a coincidence. ” Ex. We are delighted to see the announcement of the immediate publication of a Manual of Education. It will present m concise form all the average person remembers of a six- years college course, gathering these remnants neatly together. Some random sentences from this work will give you the idea. I. Astronoivti : teaches the correct use of the sun and the planets. Is in- tensely interesting and should be done at night in Spitzbergen. II. Historv : Aztecs — half man, half horse, half mound builder — a fabulous lace who left stupendous monuments of themselves somewhere. Caesar: a Roman gen- eral, stabbed by Et Fu Brute, and died with the words " haii, vidi, telfel iipharsim " on his lips. Dante: an Italian — introduced the street organ known as Dante’s Inferno. Boarding House Mistress: “What jiart of the chicken do you jirefer?” Freshman: “Some of the meat, please. ’’ “Name ten animals of the Arctic regions.” “Five polar bears and five seals.” A certain young student went into the Boston Public Eibrary. Seeing a man m authority she walked up to him and said: “I must have a book. Mrs. Black says I must read it; I have forgotten what it is, but if you will name over the books you have here, I will stoj) you when you come to it.” As Commencement draws nearer, the Seniors work harder and longer; they have to rise earlier and earlier. By the end of April they will rise yesterday afternoon. 128 IGamrutattint Exam ! 0 dear ! Means cram 1 fear Oh, why I shirk When I Should work, I know Not now’ — For lo! I trow ' The fate. The “D” Await — Ing me. And so Because I know ' No laws 1 hat should Remain Within My brain, I burn The oil Of mid- Night toil. And waste My looks On use- Less books. Ah, thin I grow’ Before I know The facts That loom In haz- gloom. And then I sigh And w ' on- Der why I ne’er Will learn All ]oys To spurn. And do Each day The work That may Bring me The “A” hor which I pray. I.. H. U„ ’17. 129 cU, a little lunik me meute unu. COuce n .nn a time; JJrau i|ini eea it ueutUi— su ! lOitli itii pnnu ' au mitli its rhume. iFuu au patliiui. (0li. be kiub Aub fiinjet the faults uiui fuib. xaTTipuiliy •boston Till-: i)isTiX( ' Tm ' : ixi)1 ' ii)i litv of otk imioto OKAFHS y A. AFFFAL TO VOF. TIIFV KFFRFSFXT A WOXDFKFUL AI) A X( ' F IX .MFTllODS -AXl) VI1ILF TIIF KLF.AIFXTS THAT FXTER IXTO TlllHR RROIMT ' TIOX ARE THE MOST EXREXSIVE KXOWX IX THE ART Ol ' RHOTOORARHV. THE ( ' OST TO VOF VIEL IH-: XOTHIXO MORE THAX THAT OF THE IX- I)I IHHHIEXTLV MA )K RIloToORARH. VOFR RATROXAOI-: IS .MOST ( ' ORDIALLV IXVITED. CHAMPLAIN STUDIOS 1 (I I 1 (i I T R E M ( ) X T S T R I-] K T. 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