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Ji HAR RICAN PRESS. Inc. WoHCF.STER. Mass. The EMERSONIAN Volume Ten Published bi the CLASS 0 1918 1 Emerson College of Oratory Bnsto n , Massac h u setts lUr c icatr this lumU. the last utill aiih trstamrut af mu (IJ. QD. rx- istenre, tn him mhn has fiutylit uur itiual iuahrquarirs at hmue auh nur enemies inter seas. HliUtam i nlnlaui Krmuni Phofogyuph hr Louii. Fahian Hac)n nh WILLIAM HOWLAND KENNEY EMERSONIAN BOARD EJilor-in-i hicf Cai hakine K.. McCormick AssiitanI Editors Marjorie Will Anne Fowler Business Managers F arbara Wellington Elizabeth Darnell iPnrrlmirii lie’tip labored long— mp’ue laborpb barb — l®p’op alfio laborrb fast; Notn uie ran alrpg Noui lup ran rat 0[l|p banger jnne ia gaat. nihen gon aee (§nr frail attempta 31uat tljink of na at real Anb aag uiith aniilea SJenign anb auieet “ oor tliinga ! Sljeg bib tljeir beat.” HF.NRY LAWRENCE SOUTHWICK I’resiclenl " I man’s sole Value to the ivurld Is his in laence In what he alfrtns and does. " HARRY SEYMOUR ROSS The spirit of (nolvleJge is helpfulness. ' CHARLES WINSLOW KIDDER Registrar; Vocal Physiology; Acoustics " The voice is nalurall the reporter of the individual.” WAETER BRADLE ' i ' TRIPP History of the Drama; Impersonation; Dramatic Interpretation " You must believe what vou sap in order to carrp permanent conviction.” 10 E. CHARLTON BLACK English Literature “The great interpreter is one n ho is as greatlp versed in scientific principles as in the emotions.” WILLIAM G. WARD Logic; Debate; Psychology; English Literature “Don ' t boast of greatness, hut defend pour rights.” II SILAS A. ALDEN Applied Anatomy; Hygiene; Physical T raining “IVc are the sum of our endeavors.” R0B1:RT BURNHAM Make-up; Interpretation ”C.et into } our character before iou speal( pour first ivord.” PRISCILLA C. PUFFER JESSIE ELDRIDGE SOUTHWICK Voice Culture; Etiiics; Shakespeare " Don ' t go spoiling Cod ' s universe because of something ou will forget tomorrow.” V ELVIE BURNETT WIELARD Story-Telling; Repertoire " IV hat ]]ou do spealfs so nuicli louder than Ti’hat you say, that I cannot hear rvhat you say.” AGNES KNOX BLACK Literary Interpretation " There is no monotony In true art.” 14 MAUD GATCHELL HICKS Dramatic Art and Pantomime “Character building is culminalive.” HARRIET C. SLEIGHT Physiology; Anatomy; Interpretation “Success is the hardest experience to live through.” 15 ULIA E. SMITH Pedagogy; History of Education; School Management “) ' our jour )ears are just the first time around the spiral of your evolution.” GERd ' KUDE McQUESTEN Articulation; rechniciue of the Voice " Mental vision has exterior expression. " 10 ELSIE RIDDELL Gymnasium; Dancing; Eencing " Imagination is the central scheme of our daily activities.” MARGARET JOSEPHINE PENICK Elocution; Recitals " Development of self for the service of others.” 17 s I M S’niiin ©tttrmi Marguerite Fox . Margaret Pinkerton I zER WmriNG Anne Fowler (tUiHH Iflnuu ' r JONQL ' IL ;v President Pice-President Secretary T reasurer (lUuili CEuhini Green and Gold (tUiiui Irll 1 o wit to-wooo-ooo, Fo wit to-wooo-ooo. We’ re all for you-ooo, Who-ooo? Seniors ! When you ' re zeritiiuj out a “Blue Book " 7 It esc important facts you jot — The llisf ' ry of the flay And the Sources of the Plot. You aualyce the Time Each character you sfot To do this leith the Senior Class Is fart mno. of niy lot. When zee entered dear old B. C. O. In year i-g-i-.f. I Ye zeere really more imfossible Than any fairy lore. But naze to look at ns — ■ II ' e are Z’cry zeise — and more! S uch a class at Emerson There nez ' cr zeas before. But attemftintj to describe The bright futures of us all, Would be a tash the graz ' cst Of (jraz ' c frofhets to affall. Some of our number may be stars In limonsines to loll ; And some in frefaration school Keef guard along the hall. Our talents are so numerous No one could safely say “So-and-so zAll do this or that. " Or “She ' ll go in such a zeay. " But there’s one thing zee all zeant to And for that zee’ll alzeays fray We ' re coming back to E. C. O. Some not far distant day. do C. K. McC., ' d. ELIZABETH H. ALDERDICE 302 Schcnnerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. . Sire talks about Omar in most learned fashion; On our poor dull minds she should have compassion. JANE D. BE NON 76 Custer Street, Wilkes-Barre, Penn. She’s not a clairvoyant, but the truth you will know If to our Jane right f rankly you go. MAKGUERI FE E. BKODEUK 16 Wait Street, Roxbury, Mass. When you hear Marg’s work (unless you do err), ' t ou’ll admit that “high art” is not too high for her. JJ WILLIAM R. BYER 259 Fair Street, Kingston, N. Y. Boston billboards blaze with the name “Will lam Byer” ; Sothern is great, but Bill’s work will be higher. ETHEL MARION CAINE Kings Cove, North Weymouth, Mass. She’s the lightest of dancers of all we have met. But her brai.i is not light like her heels, you can bet. HELEN W. CARTER 1 28 School Street, Carthage, N. Y. The girl who can smile (she’ll mob me, I fear,), To bring, never failing, the best of good cheer. 2i ANNABEL CONOVEF Harnsonville, New Jersey At every meeting one likes her the more; She’s a girl, you can wager, who’s worth working for. ELIZABETH M. DARNELL Waynetown, Indiana Although m the “Lib’ry” Betty is quite severe. We all (Bernard, too!) declare she’s a dear. BERNICE H. DUGGAN I 105 W. French Place, San Antonio, Texas There are corking ideas m Bernice’s head. And when she expounds them - there’s naught else to he said. 22 INA L. DUVAL 69 Central Square, Leominster, Mass. Her voice is the joy of her teachers, and pride; To read Browning like Ina so much have I sighed. HELEN GOUED EADS 416 Pereida, San Antonio, Texas A temper unruffled and even has she. But a mighty good sport as is easy to see. ANNE EEOYD EAST Willoughby Beach, Virginia Anne is an altruist, a real one, and so When you have troubles to Anne you must go. 23 FLORENCE MA ' i ' ELLIOT Pikeville, Kentucky Slie’s away a great deal, but when she is here We notice cjuite easily that she’s a clear HARRIET E. EANCHER 30 Stuyvesant, Binghamton, N. ' l . Our Harry is dainty and small and petite From her dear little curl to the soles of her feet. HELEN GRACE FORD Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada “A Blue-Book, dear Fordie, and my life you will save ! ” But h Ol die’s good nature will last to the grave. ANNE GILES FOWLER Keene, New Hampshire Anne is the baby of our Senior class; But in work — well, believe it — she gets more than a “pass.” MARGUERITE A. FOX 80 Rumford Avenue, Mansfield, Mass. Though our President’s shoulders are not very broad. She surely does guide us along the right road. RENA M. GATES 99 East Mam Street, Johnstown, N. . Falk of Pavlowa, Irene Castle and such. They cannot come up to Rena — not much! 25 FA ' i ' S. GOODFELLOW 83 North Union Street, Lambertville, N. J. To hear Faysie practise ’tis certain you’d swear ’Twas none else but a man who was talking in there. CATHERINE M. GREEN Chelmsford, Massachusetts She does the right thing at just the right minute; She plunges right in and works to the limit. HELEN V. GUILD Derry, New Hampshire Comedy is surely this girl’s middle name. Hut there’s a lot more than that to her, just the same. 26 i CONSTANCE F. HASTINGS 9 Summit Avenue, Somerville, Mass. Connie speaks with an accent exact and precise. But she surely has “p P " and is most awfully nice. MAR ' i ' HELEN H ' t’NES Washington, Georgia For men’s parts in scenes Mary Helen does fall; If she’s m many more, there’ll be no Mary at all. ELEANOR W. JACK 109 Park Street, Buffalo, N. Y. She’s got Webster beaten when it comes to long words. And a voice that turns green with envy the birds. 27 SAMUEL S. KERN 985 Glenmoie Avenue, Brooklyn, N. . Sam IS dramatic in all parts he acts; In perfect abandonment nothing he lacks. RUTH LEVIN 36 Waveway Avenue, Winthrop, Mass. She smiles, and one feels one’s lips widen, too. When Ruth is around one couldn’t feel blue. MRS. KATHRY N MAXHAM 28 W estland Avenue, Boston, Mass. A wonderful hostess and dear friend is she. And one never can leave without six cups of tea ! 28 LOKETTA McCarthy ' 7 Goodwin Avenue, Glens Falls, N. Y. When I say she’s a peach, it is surely no story. For purest good nature there’s no one like Forrie. CATHARINF K. McCORMICK 298 Duflerin Avenue, Fondon, Ontario, Can. Kay declares that she is devoted to Art, But alas! it is purely — affair of the heart. FDITH M. MacCUFFFY 24 Balltown Road, Schenectady, N. Y. Fdc IS surely a marvel, a w ' onder at bluff. But you’d know just to see her that she’s the right stuff. 29 EVELY N L. MacNEILL Thorndyke Elotel, Dartmouth, N. S., Canada To be at rehearsals on time is too rare. But Ev. IS on time — she’s a wonder, so there. SEEINA MACE Keeseville, New ' I’ork Very demure and submissive, you’d say? But believe it, there’s no lack of life, anyway. RENA G. MACOMBER 150 bdammond Street, Waltham, Mass. To just loo f’ at Rena you’d know she’s a poet ; E’en the highest of marks — she’ll be able to toe it. 30 HAZEL M. MANLEY I 38 Crescent Street, Waltham, Mass. To ha e a motherly eye on us all she seems We’re so harum-scarum, yet still she beams. EDNA M. MENDENHALL Benton, Pennsylvania She just couldn’t be mean if she tried all night. Everyone in the school thinks Edna’s all right. DOROTHY ' B. MITCHELL I 0 Prospect Avenue, h onkers, N. . Of friends and admirers she has a great lot. And everyone says, “You must hand it to Dot.” 31 MARGARET E. Ni:WELL 1315 Park Avenue, Richmond, Va. Peg never Irurnes in work or m game. But she’ll get there unquestionably just the same. GRACE B. O’LEARY ' 294 Elm Street, Holyoke, Mass. Her eye has a twinkle, ’tis brim full of fun; She’s a limited copy-edition of one. NORMA OLSON 906 Benton Street, Port 1 ownsend. Wash. A dancer so graceful and stately is she, Tis a sight well worth w ' hile our Norma to see. 32 MARGARET G. PINKERTON 633 Moss Avenue, Peoria, 111. Now Pinkie’s not Irish, but you’d swear she was it. For her brogue is pure Irish and so is her wit. CHRISTINE M. PUNNETT Pittsford, New York The shiniest eyes and the merriest smile; We won’t forget Bunny for a very long while. MEEBA R. RHODES Cloverhurst, Athens, Georgia If you want to laugh till your side’s sore some day, H ave her read “Uncle Remus’’ m her real Southern way. 33 ' i ' . »..r marguekitf: m. ruggles Hardwick, Massachusetts In all E. C. O. there is none who’s more sweet, M ore helpful, more jolly than our Marguerite. ELIZABETH H. TACK 1 6 Bartle Avenue, Newark, N. . Whatever she’s into, one know ' s will go through; She knows what she w ' ills — what she wills she will do. HAZEL A. TANNER Morgantown, Kentucky She’s a real humorist with the jolliest manner ; I here’s no one (juite like her — our own Hazel T anner. J4 GRACE J. TOMB Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania Here is a girl whose work really ge ts done. But she’s not a “Blue Stocking” — she’s just heaps of fun. RUBY M. WALTER Waldoboro, Maine A ruby’s a gem — it applies in this case. But our Senior Ruby no one can replace. BARBARA WELLINGTON 81 Church Street, Newton, Mass. “Sky-rocket Bab” is a whizzer at things; We’ll not see her for dust when her genius takes wings. 35 MARJORIE E. WIEL 309 Army Boulevard, San Antonio, Texas She’s very dark — dark hair and dark eyes. But her heart is pure gold — “extra large” is its size. NEVA M. WRIGHT Johnson City, New ' l ork Her eyes seem to come from the far land of dreams. Filled with the brighest of bright sunbeams. GRACE A. ZERWEKH 936 Garden Street, Peoria, 111. Who could help liking a girl like our Grace, Kindness and sweetness just beam m her face. 36 MARGARET V. ZINK Chnstiansburg, Virginia The price of metals is soaring each day. The value of “Zinkie” is more’n we can say. ELLEN LOMBARD Colebrook, New Hampshire You’d not think of Ellen as “Little Bo Peep,” But since being with “Shepherds” she could surely tram sheep. IZER H. WHITING Pittsfield, Maine She might be naturally, shockingly gay. But you see she’s the “Pres, of Y. W. C. A.” 37 JUNIOR CLASS— 1919 (0fiirrrs MADELINE MacNAMARA MABELLE THRESHER . ELORENCE CUT! ING MARJORIE STACKHOUSE President Pice-President Secretnr}) T reasurer Hlmitur (Claiiii Boston, Mass., June 22, 1922. Di AR Betty: Doubtless you are expecting to hear from me about our reunion, and therefore I will not discuss other matters, but will simply tell you what the other girls have been engaged in since graduation. It was a great pleasure to return to our Alma Mater, and I w ' as directed to a spacious campus situated near the southern boundary of the city. As I followed the serpentine |)ath which led to the building, I met Frances, who greeted me with the old salutation, “Hello, lover!” She said she had seen Elaine in the Pittsburgh Depot, search- ing for her bag, and though Frances offered to loan her sufficient cash to go to Boston, she replied, “Neither a lender nor a borrower be; the friends thou hast, and their affection tried, grapple them to thy breast with hooks of steel.” As we stood conversing, Sallie Lewis ti])-toed up to us and gave me a nudge to keep still, while she blindfolded Frances and demanded that she guess the name of the intruder. Frances guessed m turn that it was Ifeulah, then Caroline, no it was Bess! But wdien Sallie told her it was Sallie Lewis, Frances wondered at the express trains that Alaska must have! Sue Phillips and Mabel came along arm in arm, laughing, when Mina’s high soprano startled them by the remark, “Oh, Mabel and Sue!” And the three linked arms and proceeded to the building. Dinner was served at twelve o ' clock in the spacious dining room, and at the table, among others sat Ruth Hubbs and Mike Levy. They could not spend much time with us as they were to assist John McCormack at the Opera House that evening, and they presented Helen and myself with two complimentary tickets to the entertainment. Lillian Lewis is now an LiJiscopal Rector at Gardner, Mass., having joined the Ejiiscopal Church because she had done those things she ought not to have done, and left undone those things that should be done. Sylvia arrived here in a Packard touring car, and the second divine •Sarah gave us her autograph. Blanche and Louise have found Gesture and Physical Culture the essential m Motion Pictures. Florence Cutting has recently returned from France, where she has been driving an ambulance for LIncle Sam, and wore her coveted Le Croix de Guerre during the reunion. Grace Pitman owns the largest Moving Van in .New ork State. Grace knows how to sympathize with [Persons desiring a change of residence, for you rememlier, she moved five times during her Junior ' f ear. Pity is akin to love. Helen is sailing on to the road of fame; “Sail on! Sail on! ” And Helen Sayles. Fanny Claj j) has been successfully directing the Symphony Orchestra since Dr. Muck’s internment. It took our own h anny to lift the cloud of depression from the minds of Boston music lovers. Ruth Kelly is now ' the President of the Repuldic of Russia, has joined the Bolshevik, and is being roundly criticised for lecturing at Russian Chautauquas on Socialism during her term of office. Bertha and Frisky are writing a play soon to be staged in Boston, entitled “ 1 wo Queens of Hearts.” Bertha has not struck the Jack 40 yet! Beulah Folmsbee is prosecuting a public reader for infringing on her copyright by staging one of her plays. Madeline, Jeanette, Lena, Lucile, Joe, Mrs. Perkins, Helen Lynch, and Imogene are running a large orphanage, and are now raising subscriptions through the Principles of Oratory and Extemporaneous Speaking. Mary Mahon is the first woman Senator in Washington, and is advocating a law to compel every old bachelor to pay a fabulous income tax for the benefit of unmarried women. Madeline McNamara is Governor of the State of New York and has influenced the legislature to pass a bill providing for the closing of all confectionery stores. “When you think it over,” said Billy, “Professor Tripp was not far wrong when he said, four years ago, m the Dramatic T raining Class, that the Junior Class was demoralized by three M’s — Mumps, Measles, and Marriage. Medical aid has cured the first two named evils, but no one dares to interfere with Cupid. All the girls wish to be remembered to you and hope you will be with us at the next class reunion. As ever, R. S., ’19. 41 A time CreatesI Siiccc Mildred .Alhstrom 1 fearts ease 1 lelen Aurand l etruchio Louise Caldwell Quality Street Cally Callaway Capt. O’Hara Fanny Cla[)[ Music Jose[)li Connor Magazine F " lorence Cutting T caching 1 lelen Darrow Mice and Men William Downs Ills Work F.thel May Duncan Story-telling Marjorie Dueling I’etruchio F ' .lizaheth Field Story Recital I5eulah Folmsbee Hermelinde Sylvia Folsom Nance Oldfield 1 ielene Fry Lady Carlisle Isabel Goheen Goodnature Mary Griffin " Carry On ” Southern Club Stu Mary L. Griffiths Chajiel Attendance Mina 1 larrison Cajit. Lovell 1 ' ern 1 lelscher Joanna Imogene 1 Fogle Original Oratory Iflanrbe 1 loward f ' .mhury Oahlee 1 lubbard Sir 1 larry Ruth 1 lublrs Family Rressure 1 -ucille 1 lusting Mme. Ffutterfly Josejibine Johnson Grumio Ffertba Islaufman Dramatic Work l utb ls.elly 1 leartease Caroline F.ander 1 losjiitality Pel Follx! Redeeming 1 Irlue Over-conscientiousness Affability Voice Sweet Smile Southern Drawl Executive Ability Measles Unruffled Temper Men Affection Blarney Sympathy Ministers Promj)tness Conversation Girls Imjjartiality ? Slang ? Earnestness T raveling Originality 1 ier Smile Fair-mindedness Mrs. 1 licks Reliability Sarcasm Quick- Wit tedness Fyes Class-sjiirit Size Cufeness Rnlertaining Sojer Boys’ Irresistible Fdumor Over-seriousness Agreeahleness Over-work 1 lelping Others Sharp Tongue Ability to laugh at herself Arguing Brains l.ove Capability Work Mer Conscience ‘Sleep-walking ’ Laugh Missing l ehearsals Soft Voice Determination Lunches I ler Curls Vivacity h.velyn F ' .ai nestness Chajiel Always 1 here Name Crealest Success Pet Foil}) Redeeming Virtue Olive Lafevre Debate Pantomime Willingness Dorothy Levy Impersonations Grin Being a Good Pal Sara Lewis At the Sign of the Cleft Heart Good-nature Sincerity Lillian Lewis Heartsease Shyness Graciousness Mi Ida Loersch Leadership Book-store Poise Helen Lynch Character Work " The " Man Irish hlumor Sara Mae McKenna Dialect Work Twinkle in her eye Agreeableness Madeline McNamara Friendship Reducing Enthusiasm Mary Mahon Lord Capulet! ” Louise Powers Daintiness Blanche Okman Three and an Lxtra Rehearsals Firmness Susan Phillips ‘Peggy ” in Mice and Men Over-seriousness Patriotism Grace PiUman Humorous Readings Measles Darky Stories Louise Powers Her First Appearance Mary Mahon Giggle Elaine Riche junior Recital Visiting School Work Mary Roberts Junior Stunt Matrimony Vivacity Frances Russey Office-holding Crutches Popularity Helen Sayles The Happy Prince Slowness Sweetness Marjorie Stackhouse ' Two Virtues ’ Collecting Dues Lovableness Ruth Stokes Debate Auctioneering Strength of Character Louise Tager Chivey Talking Adaptability Beatrice Talmas Dramatics Men Cleverness Mabelle Thresher Simeon Dimples Cheerfulness Esther Van Alstyne Character Work Engaged ! Sweetness Carolyn Vance Painting Southern Cluh Lunches Sunshine Jeannette Warshavsky The King Managing Executive Ability Lena May Williams Tybalt Arguing Ability Bess Wilt Making Friends Her Poodle Comradeship Alma Wright Dancing Dutch Cut Jolliness Lucille Withers Pantomime Drawl Perseverance 43 SOPHOMORE CLASS— 1920 (Dfttrrni ELEANOR EAST ETHEL BERNER CATHERINE PERR ' i ' VIRGINIA SHERMAN President V ice-Presidenl Secretary] T reasurer 43 ’iiplunmuTii This Iri ' iiihliiiji mortal, (jcutlc sir. Is a xoinuj f’ rash man i rci ' ii and mild ; Slu ' dare not scenic, she dare not stir — Her air is timid and yet wild. . I ml that xoniui ( otidess ‘with an air Of di(jnit and oraeefid ease. The faeile ' woi ' d and ' ‘sa: ' idr faire " Oh. she ' s a JinTwr, if yon hh ' ose. ' That dark firane shaye that noie floats h Intent on wisdom, ( rim. sez ' ere. O Senior she ' li’liose learned eye li.vflores those rei ions far fro)n here. ( h that — the one with manner ; a,y IT ho hastens here and there all o ' er ITho thinks o] " li( o " all the day — ] ' on ' re ( nessed it — she ' s a Sophomore 46 S inuj nf a S iiph To lurrc a z ' oicc of fiircst gold. To speak of zooiulroiis talcs untold, ' ' I- ' iCas )ii aud)ition. To limcrson a, “Soph " I conic, I learn a fact that makes me glnm, Tantomime is tradition. .dml so I toil and zcork apace To " make ni hand a second face. " ’Tis t ' cry trying. But as I struggle madly on A nciO strange li(jht begins to dozen, Xo use denying. Each day I zeork zeith Mrs. Hicks I am in slightly lesser fix; am improz ' ing. [ register distress and loz’c, I look beloze, beside, aboz ' c. It is quite moving. " A horrid sight;’ is the command ; " Attack aboz ' c — yes, raise your hand, Xoze, strike it! " Oh. it is zeondrous — pantomime , I zeant to do it all the time; Oh! I like it. 47 FRESHMAN CLASS— 1921 ©fftrrrfi WILDA BLOUNT MARION HAWTHORNE . HUEY GEIGER . President Vice-President Secretary) T reasurer 49 U br (6rmt IGtlllr Sab ( A f t l i(jics to Kobcvt Scn ' icc) ' Where are you c oi)Kj. you Creeti Little Tad. Oil this ( litteriiu; iiiorii in September? " ' I ' m eiiteriii; limerson Collei e. Dad. It starts today, remember. " ' But you ' re only a irl. you (.Ireeii Little Tad. Ami :Aiy do you 7eaiit to go? ' ’ 7 long for a siTc ' er 7 ' oiee. dear Itad, That is szoeet ami strong, you kiioze. " ' So you ' re going to Boston, you Green Little Tad? And you surely look first rate. " ' I ' ll zerite you all about it. Pad. Are you sure my hat ' s on straight? " ' God bless and keep you. you Green Little Tad. You ' re all of my pride and joy. " ' Cheer up. I ' ll fight the fight, dear Dad. As though I zoere a boy. ' ’ ' U ' hy aren ' t you homesiek. you Green Little Tad. ) ' ou ' loz ' e the sehool. ' you say. Ami ' the girls are dear.?. Tm azofully glad. And ' the days ust fly azeay ' . They ' re filled zoith laughter ami zoork ami zoit. And you ' d ' sit up half the nii ht To learn a reading bit by bit ' . I guess you ' z’e started right. " ' . Is I expeeted. you Green Little Tad . i ' ou ' re ' broke ' ai ain today. )’ou made my poeketbook look sad. ' .{ eheek. please, right azeay ' . But here you say you ' re gaining ground That ' s zeorth the priee Tz ' e paid ; ) ' our health is fine — you ' re plump and round. Well done, my pretty maid. " 30 " Is if really the truth, you Clreeu Little Tad, I ' aeatioii ' s eoiiie at last. .dial you ' ll soon be home -leith your lonesome Had? Tor your Treshman year is Tml you ' re starti)ig tonight, yon Creen Little Tad. ) ' our faee turned toieard the West, loi’e you toell. mv little Xell. Tor my girl is one of the best. " " Oh Tx ' e li ' i ' ed for you. you Green Little Tad, And Tve dreamed of you as you are- ' .In iinsfoiled ehild leith a heart that smiled And a temper none eould mar. So train your I ' oeal ehords, my dear. To speak the good and true. And Emerson ' leill zehisper locC — ‘My ehild. Tin proud of you ' . " G. -MeG.. ' Ji. 51 OFFICERS OF STUDENTS’ ASSOCIATION- - 191 7- 1918 S tuiiruts’ Aafiiiriatiini BARBARA WELLINGTON CATHARINE McCORMICL EDITH MacCULLEY . President Vice-President . Secretary-Treasurer (Emmril Freshman WILDA BLOUNT GRETCHEN DILLENBACH JESSIE SOUTHWICK Sophomore ELEANOR EAST AGNES MAHONEY JUSTINA WILLIAMS Junior MADELINE MACNAMARA HILDA LOERSCH RUTH HUBBS Senior MARGUERITE FOX FAY GOODFELLOW MAR ' HELEN HYNES This is the tenth year that the Student Association has been an organization in Emerson College, and we feel that it has been one which has held innumerable oppor- tunities for us all. First of all the Liberty Bond idea came to us. E. C. O., not to be outdone by any- body, must needs purchase one. So a Liberty Bond was obtained and donated to the Emerson College endowment fund. Then came the campaign for the Students’ Friendship War Fund. The intimation that the help — moral and financial — of everyone was needed in this brought a noble response, for Emerson indeed went “over the top” — even beyond the wildest hopes and expectations. We subscribed for the help of prisoners of war, to our Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. workers, the sum of twenty-four hundred dollars. Encouraged by the success of both these undertakings, the Association disposed of a large number of Smileage Books. Well, a Smileage campaign necessarily produces smiles, and smiles make happiness, and when we are happy, somehow we always want to sing. At any rate, the Association has collected a number of Emerson College songs which are published and on sale at the Book Store. Altogether it has been, we feel, a very wonderful and successful year. 53 EMERSON COLLEGE MAGAZINE BOARD mcrson College Ifcagasine BEULAH K. FOLMSBEE ANNE GILES FOWLER MILLIS CAVERLY JOSEPH CONNOR Editor - n-Chicf Literar]) Editor Student Editor Business Manager The Emerson College Magazine has been an important factor in E. C. O. life for over twenty-five years. This year, through the splendid efforts of our business manager, Mr. J oseph Connor, who left us to join the colors before the Second Semester began, the magazine had a particularly encouraging financial start. It is hoped that the interest in E. C. O. of the outgoing students will not die with graduation and that they will care to keep in touch with school life through subscription to the magazine. 55 CABINET OF ■OUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION lUJmuau’a (Elniatimi AsBiirialtmi OFFICERS IZER H. WHITING . FRANCES RUSSY . ANNABEL CONOVER MARGARET G. PINKERTON . President Pice-President Secretary Treasurer CHAIRMEN Anne G. Fowler . Harriet E. Fancher Florence E. Cutting Ruth L. Parker . M. Marguerite Ruggles M. Beryl Van Natta Ruth M. Stokes . WiNNiFRED M. Osborn . Mildred C. Ahlstrom . Religious Meetings Committee Membership Committee Finance Committee Social Service Committee Social Committee Publicity Committee Missionary Committee Music Committee Pianist Friday afternoon, Y. W. C. A. afternoon, is known as “The Quiet Hour at Emerson,” when, in the rush of a busy week, the girls may pause for an hour and meet together as a body with one spirit. There and inspire; among them have been: Mr. William Lo:ke — “Our Immigrant Neigh- bors and the Sud nt’s Opportunity for Self-Expression.” Dr. Mary Emerson Miss Fairbanks — “The Life and Customs of the People of India. " Miss Dorothea Shute — “Social Service Work. " have been many interesting speakers to guide Dr. De Blois — “Self and Selfhood.” Mrs. Jessie E. Southwick Mrs. Agnes K. Black Mrs. Mary P. Converse — “War Prisoners’ Relief.” Miss Hoyt — “Today ' s Responsibility.” There have been several enthusiastic student meetings. Ruth Stokes told of her life m India, and Frieda Viljoen brought to us a message of present day sacrifice, and a glimpse of her South African life. A Silver Bay Rally was held, at which Miss Jessie Dodge White, our acting Metropohtan Secretary, and Anne G. Fowler, our delegate to Silver Bay, spoke of treasures from Silver Bay. The year has been a year of action, and the Y. W. C. A. has tried to fulfill its ideal of service in every way. Under its leadership the Student Friendship War Fund Campaign was launched at Emerson, and nearly $2500 was raised by pledges from the student body. A large supply of clothing was collected and sent to the aid of the suffering Rou- manians. 57 olunteer workers at the Settlement House and readers for charitable organizations have been furnished by the Social Service Committee. Our association was an active irarticipant m organizing the Church of the Messiah on St. Stephen Street as a Student Church. Non-sectarian services are held every Sunday afternoon and such well known speakers as Dr. Raymond Calkins, Dr. Samuel Crothers and Mr. Francis B. Sayre are secured. 1 he play, “Hermehnde,” by Beulah K. Folmsbee, 1919, was given m conjunction with the plays of B. U. and N. E. Conservatory of Music as Emerson’s share in raising monev for the maintenance of . W. C. A. headquarters at 500 Boylston Street, where M iss White most cordially welcomes all students. L ' nder the leadership of the ' l . W. C. A., Miss Kyle Adams and Mrs. Erancis B. Sayre e.xplained the formation of student classes for the discussion of Problems of orld Democracy, and a committee was chosen from the entire student body to lay plans for the formation of these classes for next year. . welcome tea and reception was given to the new students in October. Several informal teas have been held, and the “fireside socials” and “cabinet suppers” at the ' f . X . C. A. headquarters are among the happy memories of the year. We are most grateful to each one who has helped to make the association meetings a success, and we feel that each has received more than she gave. “Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you. 58 Dramatir (Club HENRY LAWRENCE SOUTHWICE . . President FRANCES RUSSE ' l , ’19 . . . . Secretar )-Treasurer Executive Board HENR ’ LAWRENCE SOUTHWICK MAUD GATCHELL HICKS WALTER BRADLE ' i ' TRIPP FA ' SCARLETT GOODFELLOW, ’18 JOSEPH E. CONNOR. ’19 The aim of the Emerson College Dramatic Club is to create higher artistic standards for school and college dramatic production and to place an added emphasis upon the educational value of Dramatic Study. The Club is composed of ten active members from the three upper classes, and honorary members from the Faculty. The plays which the Club has produced are “Rosemary,” “When Knighthood Was in Flower,” a group of one-act plays consisting of “Rosalind,” “Chatterton” and “Hyacinth Halvey,” and the play “As ou Like It.” 59 V SOUTHERN CLUB g’lmllu ' ru (Club Flon’er — Magnolia Colors — Blue and Gray MARY HELEN HYNES ELEANOR EAST . MARY GRIFFIN . MARJORIE WILL . President Pice-President Secretary and T reasurer Reporter Honorary Members Harry Seymour Ross Hester Deasy Active Members 1918 Bernice Duggan Anne Floyd East Melba Rhodes Mae Elliot Helen Eads Margaret E. Newell Hazel Tanner Margaret Zink 1919 Caroline Lander Grace L. Pittman Mildred Seals Jeannette Warshavsky Sara Mae McKenna Helen Sayles Carolyn Vance Lucile Withers Lucile Morris 1920 Muriel Philips Evelyn Stephens Wilda Blount 1921 Asenath Crocker Sara Jane Hardy In Facultate Josephine Penick In 1913 the club was organized by the students from the southern states for the purpose of helping one another meet the problems of a new environment. Each year an original play or pantomime is produced. 61 CANADIAN CLUB STUNT CANADIAN The Call of our Beloved Empire came " For Honor ' s sal e.” True children could not spurn it. The E,mpire ' s sons march off to hard n on fame. Her daughters do their share to help them earn it. CATHARINE McCORMICK .... President EVEL ' l N MacNEILL ..... Secretary-Treasurer Members Pearl Atkinson Vera Blandford Marguerite Brodeur Charles Welsh Helen Ford Luta Eaymon Marguerite Porter In Facultate Agnes Knox Black Elsie Riddell Mrs. Harry Seymour Ross 63 THE CANADIAN CLUB OF EMERSON COEEEGE OF ORATORY’ PRESENTS ON FEBRUAR ' i ' 28, 1918 Ifirtinia Diu ' s Hrr Uiit (a war play minus sobs) By Catharine K. McCormick. Miss Bland ford Miss Ford . M iss Porter Miss MacNeill Miss McCormick Mr. Welsh M iss Laymon M ISS Atkinson Miss Brodeur M ISS Blandford CAST (In ord?r of appearance) Se.NATOR Ware, representing Canadian munition plants Victoria Ware, his Grandniece and Ward . Jenkins, who has been m Senator Ware’s employ for— Capt. Donald Anderson, who really loves Victoria Col. Eenxis, whose bark is worse than his bite .Major PennELE ' , schoolmate of Col. Lewis . .Morris, Orderly to Col. Lewis . . . . , Capt. Frederick Singer, who saves a situation . Lr. John Bose, a German born “English Officer” . . h ' ERS, apparently from a New York new ' spaper Scene 1. Senator Ware’s home, in Sussex, England. Time: Early afternoon m June, 1916. Scene II. A Camp behind the lines, “Somewhere in France.’’ Time: Three days later, early afternoon. 64 MENORAH SOCIETY fUntnrah S nrtrlii JEANNETTE WARSHAVSK ' l’ Presideni RUTH EEVIN ....... Vice-Presidenl ESTHER COHEN ...... Secretary-Treasurer Members Mary Borax Rebecca Berkowitz Beatrice Gutton Bertha Rosnosky Louise Tager Samuel Kern In October, 1913, the Jewish students of Emerson College organized themselves into a Menorah Society. This is a movement of students in American colleges and universities to promote a knowledge of Jewish history and culture and modern Jewish life and ideals. Blanche Oakman Alice Cohn Ida Singer Ida Mmovitch Bertha Kaufman 66 ocean across U.lir waiJUUl luu Kver wlien il comes June and the soft chill breezes blow from the the sun soaked sands, and the clouds run dazzling races with the sea gulls — when those spring days come ’round again, jean Loreau will remember the calm strength of a braxe boy officer on the wind swept beach, close bordering the convent school of St. Ann. Graduation day had been very different from those of other years. A silent num- ber of slender girls, wide-eyed and smileless, filed out through the long corridor, and over the green lawn to the little stone chapel. .A short mass, a fervent prayer, and the mechanical distribution of certificates ended the school life at the convent. On the fol- lowing day a tram of wounded soldiers, nurses and white cots would transform St. Ann into 0 hospital. For Jean, the day had a irrofound meaning. She felt strangely alive and rest- less. It seemed an eternity before everything was over. She ran breathlessly up the stairs to her room; threw her honor parchment into her open trunk; pulled down the hd ; locked it; and, catching up a blue jacket, fled down stairs, across the back garden, and thru ihe wide gate to the western beach. Jean found Andre waiting for her m the little sheltered cove. She crept up behind whole being ached with a tenderness for the ivy covered walls and gray columns. A shadowy lot of moving figures hurried nervously from the chairel, girls m their teens and early tw ' enties, the unclaimed contemporaries of a buried generation. Jean found Andre waiting for her in the little sheltered cove. She crept up behind and put both her arms about his neck. “Hello Andre ! ” Joy leaped to his eyes. “Jean ! ” They were suddenly overawed by a strange, delicious shyness. They looked at each other gravely like two children at a party, dumb, exquisitely thrilled. It was nine months ago that they had said a half tearful, ha lf laughing goodbye to each other, on the sunny platform at . Andre had keen m training and at the front since the outbreak m August. Jean had not seen him since. He had come for her that she might return to Paris with him, where his company, with a throng of others, left again for the front, at 9 o’clock. “I have just today you know dear. It’s all they’d give me. We’ve been trans- ferred for a warm old drive at Marne, else I w ' ouldn’t have been able to come. “Just today!’’ She looked up and met his eyes, stared, and could not look away. I he dumb, dazed look that she saw, she had seen before m the eyes of very young soldiers, mute young eyes that contained the unutterable secrets of the battlefield, but revealed none. “Our train leaves at four, Jean. Loot’s be hairjiy till then. God! what a day! See that flock of gulls? Let’s race ’em!” and with a delightful sense of recklessness 68 they ran along with the winds, shouted to the surf, and laughed with all the ecstacy of their sudden energy. “See those white clouds, Mnare! isn we were sailing on them! O Andre!” and panting, they ran a race back to the little shelter, falling face downward in the white sand. Andre’s eyes, full of an uncomplaining and uncomprehending agony, sought Jean’s. “Funny how the end of everything is really the starting of things — the beginning. Here I am, enjoying these hours with you, dear! Perhaps — well — you know a life at Marne won’t be worth much, jean.” The girl looked dumbly back with a feeling of desolation growing within her, as vast as the gray expanse lapping beside them. It seemed to her that Andre was grop- ing silently for an explanation, an inspiration deeper than he had known before, a some- thing that would make it all right, this gigantic twentieth century work of killing. Jean strangled a fierce tide of feeling, and pressed the crucifix on her bosom, deep in the white of her waist. He had to go back tomorrow — and he hated it so — they all did — the best of them. She saw through the superb pitiful bluff. She knew, but she would not let Andre see that she knew. They went up to Pans by train. The flying landscape was unheeded. Intensely conscious of each other, they had that mysterious sensation of re-creation, of a great rapture brooding close about them, in the sunset, of which they were a part — a sense of enchantment that children are conscious of, or lovers, or those in dreams. The moon was up, riding clear and golden in a sky pitted with stars. The vast platform was crowded with men in uniform. There was a stamping of many feet, and above the roar and confusion in the station, rose the voices of multitudes of women and children, talking, half sobbing, and inwardly calling, as they clung to their loved ones. Jean and Andre looked about them with an unseeing, bewildered gaze that kept reverting to each other. There came a shrill whistle, a thunder of an oncoming train, and an acrid rush of smoke. A spasmodic gasp ran through the crowd, and Jean saw that the last moment had arrived. Clinging to her young lover, she summoned all the strength of her woman’s soul, and looked bravely into his numb, strange face. “Goodbye Andre. I shall pray for you, and love you, always. And perhaps — it is just the beginning — perhaps — ” The band with a mighty impetus pealed forth the “Marsellaise.” “My J ean — goodbye.” Andre set his quivering mouth, hesitated, yielded to one clinging embrace, and rushed forward with the rest. The whistle shrieked ; guards slammed the doors; and the tram moved on. “To arms, to arms, ye brave; Th’ avenging sword unsheathe!” Crowds cheered. Cries echoed far into the night. High in the heavens a new moon seemed riveted to a cathedral spire, shedding its halo of white light over Paris. R. G. M., ’18. 69 Hinit tbr iCtbranj (6nt tlii Uumlui In the high and far off times the Library, O Best Beloved, had no Books. He had only a lot of mouths that ran ’round the inside of him, one on top of the other, and this Library was full of satiable curiosity, and that means he asked ever so many ques- tions. . ' nd he lived m Emerson, and he filled all Emerson with his satiable curiosity. He asked his tall aunt, the Zeta, why her children knew so much, and his tall aunt, the Zeta, spanked him, and gave him some more mouths, and stopped up some that he had with Books. He asked his small uncle, the Soiithernclubo, why he drawled so, and his small uncle, the Soiithernclubo, spanked him, and stopped part of his mouths with more Books. He asked his friends, the Canadianclub girls, why they were so cold, and the Canadianclub girls spanked him, and stopped up more of his mouths with more books. He asked his Deanish Godfather why he never got mad, and his Deanish God- father got mad, and spanked him, and filled up a whole lot of his mouths with Books. But the Eibrary was still full of satiable curiosity, and with the mouths he had left, he asked questions about everything he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt. He asked all the Orgamzationpeople and all the Teacherpeople, and all the Studentpeojrle, and they all spanked him and filled up still more of his mouths with Books, green books, blue books, red books, black books, and still he was full of satiable curiosity. One fine morning, m one fine year, this satiable Eibrary asked a new, fine question that he had never asked before. He asked, “Why doesn’t the faculty come to chapel?” Then everybody said, “Hush!” m a dreadful tone, and they spanked him immediately and directly without stopping for a long time. Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that the Eibrary had never seen the Eacultyinchapel; it w ' as all his satiable curiosity. Then the Womby-Lomby Prexy heard the question the Eibrary’s satiable curiosity had led him to ask, and it made the Womby-bomby Prexy angry, and he shook the Eibrary and shook him for a long time, and then stood him m a corner, and filled all his mouths with Books, so that even with all his satiable curiosity he could never ask any more questions. The Womby-bomby Prexy felt this wasn’t enough punishment, O Best Beloved, so he told the I ibrary it must stand right where it was for ever and ever, and answer other people’s questions, and that’s the way, O Best Beloved, the Eibrary got its books. F. R., ’19. 70 Ulnui tn Itr a Before reaching the age of sixteen it is perhaps wise to plan on what one intends to make a Life Work. A most popular form of activity, and one to which the capital letter may rightly be applied, is the Writing of Poetry. This manner of earning fame — and equa lly elusive bread and water (I refer to the terms of bread and water exclusive of their uses in — er— institutions of detention and a subject of interest to fat folks) is one which can be acquired with little time or thought. Thought is very unnecessary. All that IS essential m that line is a little care in the selection of “Atmosphere” and “Tem- perament.” The best way to obtain this foundation of poetic life, is to live for a short time in a cob-webby garret accompanied by a fat manuscript, a slender diet and a romantic rat. If the inspiration does not come under such favorable circumstances it is well to try slumbering under a wide expanse of sky. In this way one cannot help but be surrounded by Atmosphere — in fact one may need a blanket or so to keep from absorb- ing too much Atmosphere! The next step is more difficult, for the term Temperament is one of divers pronun- ciations. Usually, however, the accent is on the first two syllables — although some people pronounce it “harmless.” But to the Poet this wonderful word is fraught with meaning. To begin with one must have an “affair” — not a business affair nor a social affair, nor even an official affair, but just one of those affairs where people glance insinuatingly out of the corner of one eye and say “oooh” ! You know the kind. But in order to have a really truly honest-to-goodness affair the Poet must have his name coupled either with that of Mile. Sprite Le Hoppe of the Flossy Ruffles Co., or the beautiful and Noble Lady Lotta Munnie, who already owns a husband and a staggering bank account. Publicity agents will pounce upon this sort of thing, and then all the inspired one needs is to spring a Poem upon them. The world replies, “Ah! such a noble soul must not be hampered.” It is really an achievement which is very pleasant and simple — particularly the latter. As a slight help and guide (ahem!) to the youthful and eagerly inquiring mind, I take the liberty of giving an example of the most aesthetic and popular verse form. Darkness — and a radiance of sound ; A glowing cry — a mountain peak reclining ; Afar she looked, — a most luxurious fragrance; A Thunder crash — the breeze thro’ pine trees pining. This perfect example of the workings of a Poetic mind, clearly shows the wide field offered to the rampant brain cell of aspiring youth. C. K. M. 71 limv Daiui in S’prtmj It IS a dark and dreary day; 1 sit at home alone. And wonder if tliere is a w ' ay By which they can atone For all the crimes that have been done, b or all the deeds so black. I here is a cloud that screens the sun — Are we to draw it back? 1 he wind doth cry with |3am and fear. But ever stronger, fiercer blows. I see a charger dance and rear ; The rider brave it throws. I feel the rush and surge of fight; The shock of heavy guns. Can youth by strength of might and right Put down the frightful Huns? The air is sw ' eet ; the birds all sing; The tulip lifts its head. Great peace the day does surely bring To living and to dead. The w ' orld is joyous; sorrow dim; The battle heat is o’er. Oh shall we keep our hearts from Him Who opens wide the Door? E. F., ’19. Drrauui A thousand fairy shapes are drifting. Ever changing, ever shifting. And of every hue; Till in one bright vision meeting [beauty of the dream completing d hey make you. C. K. M., ’18. 72 (Tin ' IGtttlr Ulnti ' Hnmu ' ixnh iHr Your country called, and you heard, dear, Y ou had to go, you see. But you left an aching void, dear. In the little w ' hite house — and me. The little white house of our dreams, dear. Our dreams of the days to be. When the end of the day would find you In the little white house with me. Just we together so safe, dear. So happy, so blithe, so free. So full of our hopes and love, dear. In that little white house — you and me. And when you are out on the field, dear. And fighting and doing your best. And things look sort o’ black, dear. And you’re gritting your teeth m the test. Just think of the candle alight, dear. And think of the days to be. When wars are done, and you’re at home. In that little white house, with me. H. G., ’21. Natiirr’s IflraHtiyr When we go forth in forests ages old We feel a solemn thrill of awe and love; As branches whisper secrets yet untold Our human hearts reach up to God above. Soft laps the lake as on her breast we glide. Gently the breezes blow all care away; Slowly our souls reach out to Him on high. Filled with new hope we greet the coming day. B. W., ’18. 73 S’tuitntt lliiuitmt AN APPI ECIATION Boston in springtime! “Our Boston,” stretching from the Fens over to Hunt- ington Avenue, and from the Opera House down to Copley Square. All the city is ours, — ours to explore, to enjoy, to love, but to those few blocks of student Boston we are the heirs apparent, they are our kingdom, ours by the divine right of youth, and courage and aspiration. Thru fall and winter we acknowledge our domain, but, when spring comes, we glory m it ; with the conscious joy of possession we exult in every added beauty, and nothing is without its share of grace. Even such things as early morning rehearsals, those irritating, sleep-stealing morn- ing rehearsals, store up golden memories for us, memories of April mornings with a young breeze blowing gaily from the sea, and the sky as Irlue as a harebell. Day brings the black door of each successive red-bricked house brightly to attention, with its brass knocker glistening in the sun light. E verything seems new and clean — that busy house- maid, the Wind, must have swept the streets over night. 1 he flowers in the florists’ shops are more beautiful, more gaily colored, more eager, than yesterday. 1 hey seem to lift their heads and say, “We know! We live indoors but we know, we know. It is Spring!” All down that sun-flooded street it is Spring! The lazy cooing pigeons know it, and the twittering sparrows too. Light hearted clouds dance across the far blue dome of sky, and the sun strikes golden shafts from that steeple beckoning just beyond Copley Square. O early rehearsals! Bugbears of existence! At least you brought us out to say “Good morning” to the si3ring ! Even rainy mornings have a glamour about them that nothing less than youth and springtime could effect. The pavements shine and glisten, the air carries an after thot of fragrance, and we are unmindful of the lowering sky. The dripping, moth-eaten cabby at the corner, perched on his box. looks like nothing more than one of those dis- comfited pigeons on the eaves. And we, clad in raincoats, scornful of umbrellas, twitter past him like a flock of saucy sparrows, welcoming the cloud kiss of spring on our faces. Ail thru these days in the class-room. Spring calls at the open windows drawing our eyes out over the red-chimneyed roofs, tempting us to gypsy with the vagrant wind. Unconsciously, we quote half-forgotten snatches of jroetry, romance is a part of life, all the fairy tales are true today! And entering the Public Library we step gaily, dar- ingly across those signs of the zodiac in the marble floor, half believing that our jrressure ujron them may determine the fate they write for us m the stars. I he sweep of marble stairs invites us ujr past the crouching lions, jrast those windows beckoning to the quiet courtyard, past the cool fair beauty of the Puvis de Chavannes murals, thru the receiv- ing room with its gloomy mystery of Sir Cjalahad, and on to all the jrrmted wonder of all the years. 74 In the afternoon, with a delicious sense of freedom, we saunter back up Huntington Avenue toward the setting sun, loitering on the railroad bridge where great white clouds of smoke swirl up and envelop us, where out over innumerable tracks and freight cars, past the great Edison electric clock, we have the suffusing glory of the brilliant western sky. Then on up the avenue, past the hat shops already blooming in gayest spring pro- fusion, to the Christian Science Park, where last fall the eucalyptus cast fairy shadows across the sunken lawn, and scarlet roses bloomed long after the poplar leaves had fallen. The park seems to be stirring, awakening. Spring is whispering in its ear. We come at last to that narrow, crooked, back street on which we live — all those back streets are alluringly narrow and crooked — and we follow the turn past Symphony Hall, where spring means “Pops” and delicious evenings spent in the second balcony for the extravagance of a quarter. The street twists whimsically on to the little church at the corner with its cross reaching eagerly into the sky, and its great arched window full of soft, gray, coral-throated pigeons. We are very familiar with its picturesque, comfort- ing outside and our imaginations conjure up, behind those heavy doors, vistas of long cool aisles stretching thru the years toward something quiet and holy. The season interprets to us our own emotions. There is a revealing haze of beauty all over the buildings. We pass the Students’ Union, more appreciative of its choice books, its beautiful pictures, its exquisite colorings, summing up, symbolizing, all that is best and most beautiful in the student life at its doors. We see no longer the bare brick walls of the Opera House, instead we have visions of the Russian Ballet and memories of the golden-throated Galli- Curci. The street turns gaily to the Fenway, and we wander along its questing paths to where the water is glinted over with the golden coinage of departing day. The ducks discourse gutturally upon the spring styles and with pardonable pride spread their wings to display that one brilliant blue feather beneath. A saucy grackle hops noisily from water’s edge to bush, his glossy blackness gleaming to royal purple at the throat. He is the first of the spring house-hunters, and has the sweep of the Fens from which to choose his home. The forsythia bushes m sudden yellow beauty lure the path to that calm view across the water, that glimpse of stately marble columns and virgin whiteness, the Boston Art Gallery. . . . Surely we are m Greece, in the days that were, and Aphrodite has risen again from the sea ! Then m a half dream, while the forsythias bend in breathless wonder, we learn the secret — all the world is spring and we, because we aspire, are part of it! Not only in the days of old, but now, today, in the heart of the Fens, in the heart of youth, beauty rears her temple. So our kingdom can never grow old, nor dreary, nor faded ; it will never lose that rose flush it wears today. And in the years to come, as we look back along the path of memory, we shall know it for the kingdom of Spring itself, whose inhab- itants are forever young. I. H., ’19. 75 yriitrritaif’ii (£I I lT Bul ' lah K. Folmsbee I jiier. ' on College of Oratory Boston, Mass. CHARACTERS OF PRESENT DAY Richard Ne ILLE, Guardian of Judith JuDITlt Nen ille, His Grandniece ZacK., an Old Family Servant CHARACTERS OF THE DREAM Firs I Episode — 1850 Richard Neville f hilhp Neville, his Brother William Greyson Betsy Buell Sofie Ames Ann Gordon Mandy, old Negro Mammy Old Mose, the Fiddler Second Episode — 1 860 Richard Neville, Soldier in Gray Will lam Greyson, Soldier in Gray Zack Betsy Buell 1 ' hird Episode — 1862 William Greyson Betsy Buell Eourth Episode — 1916 Richard Neville S|)irit of Betsy Buell ( In order lo Insure smooilmess of action, llie characters of all, except the second and third episodes, and the Richa rd Neville of the Fourth episode, should he represented bv different actors.) STAGE SETTING The stage is set to represent a living room, having a fire-place, a large arm-chair near it — table in back of chair to right. These are grouped at right of stage. The room IS in darkness except for the light afforded by the fire-()lace. 1 he left stage corner is set with palms and flowers, and a rustic bench. This setting is shut off from the room by a curtain which does not raise until the beginning of the dream. In the original produc- tion, a light blue background against which the flowers and palms are banked, and blue lights, helired to sustain the illusion of a dream garden. f he old man remains on the stage throughout the entire |)lay and is responsive to the action of the dieam characters. ( I ' .nter IF Neville, cxcitedlv pounding his cane and half leaning for support upon ' .adf — he is storming aivap at no one in particular. ) .Nf.VIEI.E ; No, no, it shall never be — never so long as I am alive to iirevent it. My niece, Judith, shall never wed a Greyson! 76 Zack.; There, there sah, don’t excite yo’sef sah. NeN ' ILLE: Don’t excite myself — Zack, you’re an old fool. ZacK: ’I’es sah. Ne ' ILLE ( n hom Zach is leading ton ard a chair): It’s Miss Judith that’s excited me — unnerved me quite. Zacks Hyah sah, make yo’sef easy befo’ the fiah, sah. (The old man sils ri ' ilh great effort before the fire. Zarfi stirs the fire.) There sah, that’s bettah, sah. (Zack uses bellows.) Neville: Judith wed the grandson of the man who broke my Betty’s heart and wrecked my life. Great God! That wasn’t enough, but now after all these years a grand- son of his would rob me of the one comfort that is left me m my old age — no, no. I’ll not hear of it! No blood of his shall ever flow with blood of hers. Z.ACK (coming to center): Will you have yo’ eggnog now, sah? Neville: Eggnog? NO! — (Zack starts to go) — " ’es, Zack, I — I’m very tired. ( Sinks hack chair.) ZacK: An’ the candles, sah? It’s growm’ dusk. Neville: No. Zack. The fire gives light enough. Bring the nog in hot. Zack: Yes sah, in one moment sah. ( Exit R.) Neville: Wilham Greyson, his grandson, wed Judith Neville, my Betsy’s grand- daughter, never! I am an old man now; soon I’ll join thee Betty — but first I must guide my little girl beyond this danger. ( Re-enter Zack ’Ith tract.) Zack: Yo’ nog, sah, steamin’ hot. Neville: Place it on the table, Zack. (Zack §oes to table — places tray on it, shakes head hopelessly, then returns to center.) Z.ACK: Will you have another log on the fiah sah? Neville: No thank you, Zack. (Stretches hands over fire.) The nights are getting cooler, and it feels good to sit by the open fire. Zach (much pleased): Yes, sah, I thought you’d like it sah. If there am’ nothin’ mo’ sah — Neville: That’s all tonight Zack. Tell Miss Judith I’m here. Zack: Yes sah. I’ll tell huh sah. (Starts to go, then looks back undecidedly — returns to center.) Liza say as how Miss Judith’ll be the belle o’ the ball sah, an’ ’taint no wonder Mars’ Greyson — Neville: That name again! ' I’ou know Zack, what wretchedness that name has brought. OU can understand. Z.ACK: Yes sah, ol’ Zack ’members. Neville: You are all that is left to me of the old days. You can see how impossible this marriage is. ZacK: But Miss Judith, sah — 77 NkMLLK: M iss Juclitli loves MF. too, and now that I liave told her all the wretched story I haven’t wanted to harm him — God know ' s it isn’t revenge I seek — Zack I want to protect my little girl. ZacK; Rut, Mars’ Dick, it is a pity sah, yes sah, it sure is too bad sah — he do seem lak a nice young chap, sah — Neville: That’s just it — seems like a nice young chap — so did his grandfather before him and he was a sneaking, cowardly liar! Oh Zack, I thought you would under- stand. Z.ACK: I don’t understan’ nothin’. Mars’ Dick, ’ceptin’ the light what comes in Miss Judith’s eyes sometimes, jes’ like the light what used ter come in Miss Betty’s eyes, sah — hit do seem like yesterday when I come and tell Miss Betty you is waitin’ m the garden fo’ huh — Nen illE: ’l esterday — and that was more than fifty years ago. ZaCK: ' t es sah. Mis’ Betsy have been daid fo’ more than thirty yeahs, I ut I can see the moonlight all shinin’ m her hair sah, an’ huh eyes all wide like big purple flow- ers, and she pull my haid down an’ w ' hisper, her voice all trembly like, “Zack, I love him, an’ I grin an’ tease huh, saym’ “How ’bout Mars’ Phillip, Missie?” and she say, “Oh, I love Mars’ Philip, Zack, but only ’cause he’s Mars’ Richard’s brother, an’ then she make a little face at me an’ fly away ter de garden where you is waitin’ fo’ huh. ( The old man is filled nfith emotion as the picture all comes hacl( to him.) An’ nex’ day you went aw ' ay ter the wo’, but she say she gwine ter marry you when you come back. Mars’ Phillip, he’s too young fer to go to de wo’, so he’s takin care o’ Mis’ Betsy, an’ often they sit m the garden together — she talkin’ always of you. By an’ by yo’ letters don’t come no mo’, an’ she am’ never like huhsef — nen one day Mars’ Greyson come home, an’ he say, — you know what he say — Nen ille ( bitterly) : es, and all the time the " anks were holding me prisoner of war. ZacK: ' l es sah, an’ nen when they can make huh b’heve you’ll never come back no mo’, she marry Mars’ Phillip, but all the time huh heart is daid. NeN’ILLE (breaking donm) : ' i es, Zack, I thank God each day that she did not link her name with Greyson’s. ZacK: es sah — Neville: We’ve lived it over too many times, Zack, you and P — ZacK: Yes sah, the mistakes of YESTERDAY’S CHILDREN sho ’nuff shader the paths of terday. NevielF ' . (breaking aivay from the reminiscent mood): No — no! I’d rather see my little Judith dead than have her marry a Greyson — Zack ( listening) : Don’t say it sah ( runs to center entrance and looks out.) She’s comm’. Mars’ Dick. ( ' Aack goes to the table, and as Judith appears in doorway, he is saying) ’ou’ egg nog is getting cold, sah. 78 Neville: I cannot drink if now, Zack. ( Zac}( tal(es up trap and exits to R. Judith comes slowlp to center, Neville seeing her, holds out his arms, she drops upon her l(nees beside him and he folds her close.) Judith: Uncle Richard, forgive me — (she bursts into tears). Neville: My own little Judith — all that is left to me m this world — there — there child — (he fondles and soothes her — brushes her hair from her forehead, and lool(s lovinglp into her eves). Judith, you are like your mother, yes and like HER. Judith: .My mother! I wish I could have seen her — sometimes I want her so — often at night I look up at the stars and wonder if she wants ME. (Rises and goes dorvn stage center, and lifts her arms) Oh, mother, I need you now! Ne ' ILLE ( tenderlv): Can’t you trust your old uncle, Judith? Judith ( goes back to old man, stands at left back of chair ndth arms about his shoulders) : Trust you, uncle, of course I trust you. Haven’t you been father, mother, all to me? But I love and trust William too — Neville: No, no, Judith. Trust him not — ’tis bad blood flows in his veins — promise me, Judith — Judith: You know if I promise it will break my heart. Neville: You are young, dear heart. You will forget. Judith (goes up stage, left): Never, Uncle Richard, never! (Returns to center, looking at him.) H ave OU forgotten? Neville (lost in retrospection): Forgotten — nay, I shall remember always. Zack is right — the mistakes of ESTERDAY’S CHILDREN still shadow the paths of today. Judith (going to him, places hand on his shoulder) : You see, uncle, you won’t ask me to promise — Neville ( catching last words) : Yes, yes, I do ask you. You will see him tonight? Judith (shyly): I — I am to tell him tonight — Neville (half rising): No, no, it shall not be. (He is growing greatly agitated.) Not tonight — promise me at least you will not answer him tonight? ( Door bell rings.) JUDtTH: I promise for tonight. (The old man leans back chair. Enter Zack- Judith runs to him and he pantomimes for her to go, then exits. Judith returns to old man and fisses him on forehead.) Neville: Remember your promise, child. (Judith exits, center. Neville discovers a flower on the floor — pulls it toward him with cane — business ad lib — piclfs up flower and inhales its perfume.) HER favorite flower. (Leans back in chair and lifts it to his lips). Ah, little Betsy, I can see you now as on that May-day years ago, when I crowned you with a wreath of these. Soon, Betsy, soon. (He sleeps and dreams the four following episodes.) 79 EPISODE I. (W hen the old man has fallen asleep, laughter and shouting is heard off the stage and as the curtain which conceals the garden rises, six children are revealed, w ' ho will rush out laughing and talking. There are three boys and three girls. Among them are Betsy, X ilham, Richard and Phillip. The boys carry a Maypole which they place in a corner, and Betsy has a long string of flowers which she twines about the seat. Richard .Neville stands shyly beside her. Sophie Ames (holding the cronm): Who’s going to be the May Queen? .Ann Gordon: We haven’t chosen yet — I know who I wish it would be — ( lool(s toward Betsv and Richard ) . Sophie: Let’s have the girls choose the Queen, and the boys choose the one to crown her. ■AlL: ' l es. yes, let’s do that. Richard (coming to center): Oh, that isn’t the way to do — all of us choose for both of them. X ILLIAM ( meaningl]]) : ' l ou do not — you never do — you do just like she said. ’ou don’t need to think you know everything, Richard Neville. Richard: W ell Betsy, that’s the way we’ve always done, isn’t it? ( Betsy) starts to answer and IVdliam interrupts. ) William: Sissy, Sissy! Have to go and ask a girl how to do it. Richard: ' I ou keep still, W ' llham Greyson, or I’ll — W illiam: Aw, you won’t either! Nobody is afraid of a sissy anyway and you — Richard ( starts after him and begins to hit him) : Will you take it back? Will you? WILLIAM: NO! ' i’ou’re a — Oh help me somebody! ou stoj:) it Richard Neville — Richard: Not till you take it back Ann Gordon: Hit him back, why don’t you, William? Phillip: Make him take it back, Dick. (They continue to fight amid the screams of the little girls, and the old nianim]] enters.) MamM ' : Eo’ de Lord’s sakes, what’s doin’ heah? (She comes to center, shoving the children out of her wap.) Bet.S ' H ' : Oh, Mammy make them stoj), they’re going to hurt each other. .MammI ' (starting toward them): Hyah ! Yo’ stops dis instants! Am’ yo’ shamed o yo’sefs, flghtin’ at a party. ( IVilliam slides across to right.) I ICHARD: He called me a sissy. Mammy, and he’s got to take it back or — (he starts again toward William — Mammy steps in between and grabs both by the ear). Ma.MMY: Hyah, now, ef you all docs one little bit mo’ fightiiT I’se gwan to ! ox l:of you cars an’ sen’ you home. Richard: Make him take it back then. Mammy. .Ma.MMY: ' t’ou, Willum Greyson, yo done call him a sissy? Then you take it back an’ shake ban’s. 80 William; I — I take it back. (They shal(c hands, IVilliam’s face expressive, of what he Would ld(e to do if he could.) MamM ' ' : Dar! Now yo’ all come an’ say ter me who you w ' ants fo’ queen. ( She sits on the seat and they all crowd around her and whisper a name to her. She nods her head wisely each time and then grins with satisfaction. ) Now am’ that nice? Every last’n one of yo’ done said Mis’ Betsy ’ceptin’ jes herself. (They all crowd around Betsy, who throws her arms about Mammy in her joy.) Dar, now Honey, you jes say who you want fo’ to crown you, and we’ll begin. Betsy (looking shyly around): I — I choose Richard. (They all clap and laugh ex- citedly except IVilliam who darts a jealous lool( at Richard and Betsy.) Mammy: Now then all ready. (Sophie gives the crown to Richard. He leads her to the seat while the others join hands singing, " Betsy ' s the Queen and Richard crowns her.” IVilliam sulfas at first but a look from Mammy suffices to mal(e him join in with the others. As Betsy sits, Richard places the crown upon her head and iftwels at her feet. IV Idle the children are singing Old Mose enters with his fiddle and begins to tune up. The children form in a double column in front of the seat. Rich- ard winds the flowers that were on the seat about Betsy, and then leads her between the columns to the head of the line. Mammy follows and as the cldldren spread out in a circle, she places the Maypole in the center and then backs out to watch the dance. Throughout the entire dance the children should fecp up their laughing and singing with whatever tune the old musician plays. At the conclusion of the dance the children again form a double line and an arch with their arms, each couple run- ning through until all have made the exit. Mammy following with the pole and last of all the old musician. They all exeunt at Center.) Enter Zack R. ( As the music and sounds of children die away, Zacl( enters with quiet step, sees the old man sleeping, busies himself quietly about the fire.) Po’ Mars’ Dick. He look so happy in his sleep, like he might be dreaming he was back in the old days with Mis’ Betty — I won’t disturb him, no sah, no sah. (Exit R.) EPISODE II. ( Fmter Richard Neville (C.} carrying flowers. He is in his Southern uniform. It is the night previous to his leaving for the front.) Richard: Ah, Betsy, Betsy Buell! The hour is past, and you are not here — the same little tease, but an adorable one. Be quiet thumping heart of mine or I shall not be able to speak. (Enter Zack H looked in I860.) Hello Zack, where are you going? Zack: I — I’se gwin over to Liza’s cabin. Mars’ Dick. Richard: Well, before you go, tell Miss Betsy I am here. Zack: Yes sah. Mars’ Dick, I’ll tell huh, sah. (Exits C.) Richard: She will not fail me. She knows what this night means to me. Tomorrow I leave for the front, but if I take her promise with me — ( Enter Betsy, C. from R.) 81 Rf.TSV: lio wanders tlirougli my garden, chanting pretty speeches, and making love to the flowers? Richard (catching her mood)-. One who fain would make love to the Queen of them all. (He hon s galUintlv and hands fioivers to her. She sits, he remains standing at C.) Bets : Nay, sir, everyone knows ’tis but a buzzing bee that carries about such honeyed phrases. f lCllARD; et it is the bee that pierces to the heart of the flower. Ah, Betsy. our teasing words are like a garden wall — hiding the flowers beyond. Do you remem- ber years ago in this dear old garden — BeTS ' ’: How you and William quarreled about the choosing of the Queen — Richard: ' t es — and Mammy came and made us shake hands, and then we chose you Queen. BetS ' ' : And here upon this very seat you crowned me Queen of May. Richard: NH Queen of May. BeTS ' ' : And kneeling at my feet you vowed — Richard: Then as now, a life’s allegiance. ( Kneels and hisses her hand.) Look with favor upon your humble subject, gracious majesty — ( serioiislv) you know my heart dear Betty, I love you — love you. Speak the words 1 wait to hear. Bets ' J ' ( nnth hand on his shoulder) : Arise, my Richard of the hon-heart, your Queen rewards you. Richard: Betty! (As Richard embraces her the Old Man murmurs tenderly in his sleep) “Betty, my beloved Betty.” Richard (still holding Betsy in his arms): The perfume of Japonicas yet lingers m your hair. The teardrops on your cheeks glisten in the moonlight like stars to guide me on my way. BetS ' V: Oh Richard! If this should be farewell indeed — if you should fall — (buries her head on his shoulder). I ICHARD: Your love will guard me and bring me back, and the memory of this hour— Betsy (lifting her head and speaking nnth pathetic courage): Shall live forever. F ICHARD: Forever! (He her, and the Old Man reiterates) Live forever. I ICHARD: Betty, I have a fancy to see you crowned again my queen. 1 he night’s dew on the japonicas will bejewel a circle fitting for your fair brow. Betsy: Come then. King I ichard, the japonicas are yonder. (They exeunt, left, and Grayson enters, center, and looks after them.) Greyson : es, ’twas here he crowned her rjueen and ever since nothing but success and happiness have followed him. All my attempts to win her favor have failed; he always comes between us. And now he goes to the war upheld by her promise. I.ucky f ichard ! “All is fair in love and war” and 1 may yet — who knows? (Ife folloTvs after them arid exits left.) ( A clock strikes ten and the old man moves about In the chair. IV hen he is again settled arid the clock has finished striking, the third episode takes place.) 82 EPISODE III. (Two Years Later) Enter Betsy: Dear little garden, it is May again and you look as you did on that May- day years ago. The japonicas are heavy with the dew as they were on that last night — the air is laden with memories (sinli ' s upon seat.) Oh Richard, Richard! If I could know that you were safe — or if — but no, I must not think of that. You will come back — you said my love would guard you — (Enter Greyson. She is startled and steps quiciflp to left — sees grav uniform and thinl(s it is Richard): Richard — no, no, of course — William — Greyson: Miss Betsy, I have frightened you — Betsy (crossing to center): No, no, it is nothing — in the twilight — that gray uniform — for a moment I thought — (gams a little control). Yes, you frightened me a little. Greyson (leading her to seat): You are ill. Sit down here. I’ll go and get — Betsy: No, no, I really do not need anything — Greyson: Are you quite sure? Betsy: Quite — it was only for a moment. Greyson (rather bitterly): I think I understand. Betsy: You have just returned, William? Greyson: Yes. I came straight to you — (sits beside her). Betsy (eagerly) : Then you have a message for me from Richard — tell me — he is — Greyson (with great shorv of surprise): From Richard? Betsy, you have not heard— you do not know — am I the one to bring the news? Betsy (anxiously) : Tell me quickly. Greyson: Can you bear It, Betsy? Betsy: Yes, yes, tell me — Richard — Greyson: Was killed more than two months ago. (Long pause.) Betsy: Dead, dead! And all things m the garden seemed whispering he lives, he lives! (She buries her face in her arms and weeps. Creyson watches her closely. Finally she lifts her head and spealfs with pathetic courage.) Tell me about it, William. ’Tis a glorious thing to die for one’s country, isn’t it William? Tell me all about it. Greyson (rising, goes to center and speal(s with mock pity): Betsy, I — I cannot. Betsy: I want to know — see, I am quite calm. Tell me. Greyson: It grieves me to wound you so. Betsy (very calmly): Tell me. Greyson (coming to seat and sitting beside Betsy) : If you will. ’Twas not in battle that Richard was killed — Betsy (with great surprise): Not in battle? Greyson: He died a traitor’s death! He was shot by an officer of his own regiment. ( Old Man cries out in sleep) “No, no! ’Tis false, oh God, ’tis false!” 83 Bkts ( rising in grail distress): It cannot be! Why do you torture me with such a tale? Grk soN (rising and following her): Torture you? ' t ou whom I would shield from all suffering. I would gladly have spared you this pain. 1 came here tonight to beg the right 1 could not ask for while he lived, ’i ou know I love you — Betsy, let me stand between you and this disgrace? Bf.TSY (not heeding his words): A traitor? It is not true! Richard of the lion-heart a traitor — it is not true! Grfvson : Betty — Bets ' : Go, go, leave me alone — GreVSON ; Betty, forget his cowardice — think only of my love. I dedicate my life to you — Bets ' !’: ) our life? Your love? Was it to make light of my unhappiness that you came here? GreYSON (sneering at Richard): I came to show you that there is one who knows how to prize your love — one who would not so soon forget — one who can sym- pathize — Betsy: Leave me — leave me — alone. I do not need your sympathy. GreYSON : Betsy, you shall hear me! Bets ’: GO! And never speak of this again. GrE ' SON : 1 will go — (aside) he still stands between us as he always has — curse him. Betty? Betsy (deadlv calm): Go! (Exit Cre )son, center.) Bets ' ' (dropping upon seat): Richard, Richard! Can this be true? Oh God! I cannot bear it. ( Breaths down completely and sobs. After a pause she lifts her head, then rises and gazes about the garden as if dazed.) Alone, alone! Night in the garden and night within my heart forever. I’ll weave another wreath and bejewel the fair japomca with my tears and then, little garden, farewell — I can never come again, farewell. (The Old Man is sobbing bitterly in his sleep and as Betsy exits at center, from the distant cotton field comes the low negro song, the chorus of " My Old Kentucky Home. " When this has been sung once or twice the curtain of the Dream Carden falls.) LPISODL IV. (The Spirit of Betsy enters at center and smiles with divine compassion upon the Old Man. The Old Man holds out his arms to her and spealfs, his voice trembling now with gladness.) Neville: Betsy, you have come — Spiri I : My Richard of the hon-heart, thy soul cried out to me and I have come, as I have often longed to come thro’ all the years. Out of the past there gleams a light to illumine all the way. Do not shadow the last hours of thy earthly journey with the mistakes of ' i ESFERDAY’S CHILDREN. Eisten not for echoes that long 84 since should have ceased. Thy life has been as dnft-wood upon a lonely shore. Thou canst not condemn these two young lives to such a fate. Thou wilt find no rest with the burden of thy Judith’s tears upon thy soul. Embitter not her heart — Neville: No, no, not that! Spirit: But let her memory of thee be as sweet as the fragrant japonica thy fingers now enfold. Its perfume is pleading for their happiness — the happiness it crowned for us so many years ago. Nev ' ILLE: Yes, yes, crowned our happiness. Spirit: I await thy coming Richard, in a garden radiant with light; no yesterdays can cast their shadows there; it is filled with peace and love, and this is for all eternity! (She begins to fade from view.) And thou art coming soon Richard, soon — soon — soon. (As she exits at center Judith enters, and the old man rising in ecstacy totters toward the fading figure only to clasp Judith in his arms. He is still believ- ing it to be Betsy. He folds Judith close in his arms.) Neville: Betty, my beloved Betty — yes, yes I am coming — Judith (alarmed at the expression on his face): Uncle Richard! What is it? Neville (awalfens and is unable to understand): You, child? Why I thought — it must have been a dream, a dream — Judith (leading him to a chair, and full of remorse that she had left him there so long alone): Uncle, you should not sit up so late alone — Let me call Zack. (Exit right.) Neville (leaning back If chair, his face divinely radiant): Betty, thou art right — I am coming — very — soon. ( Enter Judith, she kneels at the Old Mans side.) Judith: Are you quite awake now, uncle? Neville (placing hand upon her head): A.wake? O, Betty, I thank thee, I thank thee. Awake? Yes, child, I see all clearly now. (Zack enters froni right and stands watching them with tender eyes.) The mists of the past no longer blind the way, and the mistakes of YESTERDAY’S CHILDREN SHALL NOT SHADOW THE PATHS OE TODAY. Betty, I come, I come — ( he dies with an expression of perfect peace and happiness). Judith: Uncle Richard! (Throws herself upon him and weeps bitterly.) Zack (with bowed head and folded hands): Mars’ Dick have found Mis’ Betty. (Slow Curtain.) THE END. 85 Izmrnum ' l oil licar much of Emerson, of the Emerson spirit, of our motto, “Expression neces- sary to Evolution,” of the development of self for the service of others. Soon you will be praying to the God of proportion to give you a dynamic purchase on your dominant centers. Many a time m your four years here will you ring out E-M-E-R-S-O-N. and in proportion as you say it, act it, live it, will it grow m significance, and you m develop- ment. 1 o those who know best and love most Emerson, even the word has a sacred sweetness, and each letter seems to have a peculiar significance: — E stands for Everybody. M stands for Mustered. E stands for Energized. R stands for Radiating. S stands for S a c r i f i c i n g. O stands for Ourselves. N stands for N o vv. E iM E R S O N — Everybody mustered, energized, radiating, sacrificing, ourselves, now. M. J. P. etbr ilUinb iHau 1 saw a blind man walk along the street today, A cane he used which iromted out the way. And ke()t his pathway clear. Caressingly he touched the wall, and seemed to smile As if a comforter had come the while. And kept his vision clear. Or gaily thumped his cane along the crowded street .- s if he music heard, and found it sweet, .And with it all was glad. And as I watched him walking briskly neath the trees, A prayer 1 said to One above who sees. And with the jrrayer w ' as glad. Help me forget the things I hou rende ' h not to me. My blessings know, and for them thankful be. And with it all be glad. H. G., ' 2 . H6 (Booh ®r 0?au We shan’t forget the nights When we dropped behind our fights With a heartache where our courage should a’ been. We were cursin’ mad, that’s worst. An’ the man who helped us first Was our kindly, patient, pluggin’ Good OF Dean. ’E’s lifted up our hearts. An ’e’s made us play our parts. An’ ’e made us all ashamed o’ bein’ mean; ’E was kind to good an’ bad. An’ of all the friends we’ve ’ad. We’re gratefulest fur you, our Good OF Dean. Y es — Dean — Dean — Dean — You unassumin’ helper — Good OF Dean. Though we’ve bothered you and tried you. By the livin’ Gawd that made you. You’re a better man than any. Good OF Dean. F. R„ ’19. 87 A S’rniur’ii 33’iEmun iriii ' ii each Sciiinr ' s last lesson is fwisheil. .hid each Senior has acted her part. When the play of eollecie is einled. .hid life ' s play is hcjiinnlnii ti start; I he shall teach, ah faith, -lee shall try it. If only a year or t ' loo. ' I ' ill the chosen of all f ood mankind Shall set ns to " oork aneia. .It school zee learned from onr teachers .Many thiiu s ■zahieh seemed hard to do. Ihit they zeorked and tidied to help ns l ' ..vpress zoliat ' zaas rujht and true. ' They i az ' c ns the life ami the spirit Which streiifit hened . inspired and zeas nsf, .hid zee in onr tarn are tryiny ' fo serz ' c to the best of onr trust. .hid only onr eonseienee zcill fell ns. . hid only results zeill proclaim. . hid not one shall stop or falter I ' or any sort of a blame; Ihit each shall be kind and be helpful. . hid each in her ozon szoeet zoay Shall teach the thiny zehieh she loz ' cs best i ' or the loz’c of the art and not pay. M. IS. ' id. HH KAPPA GAMMA CHI liulupa (baaut.a ahi r i. ' . ' -A ,ii A Coion — -CjR ' A. -WLi Kov. Mrs. JcA:ii - i lriiii.TL Soudi ' VM Mr-.. Harry Sf-yii.oiir F ' o- •Vil. ' S ' f w ' ■ ■ ' ■ KFX ’ ' Consiar ' Ct: Hosi i r f Srlma M.icf Vierja MjCunibc- Bernice Fi i.nk L.orelV.i Alrt. jr: FJlA;.ix(h I Ar|. F loreuct M at ' ■ Llir.J " " rli F ' leio Millir Caverly I " ! fi. Ruth t ' arkc CFia|Hfr Hou;c j ' t St .Afcirh ' ; Sfreet XIM Kappa (6amma (Cln Founded at Ohio Wesleyan University 1890 Colors — Green and White Flon er — Lily of the Valley Honorary Members Mrs. Jessie Eldridge Southwick Mrs. William Howland Kenney Mrs. Harry Seymour Ross Miss Lilia Estelle Smith M iss Margaret Josephine Penick Active Members Constance Hastings Selina Mace Rena Macomber Bernice Erank Elizabeth Eield Millis Caverly 1918 Dorothy Mitchell Loretta McCarthy Elizabeth Tack Elorence Mae Elliot 1919 Lucille Husting 1920 Ruth Parker Chapter House 55 St. Stephen Street 91 ZETA PHI ETA T. V • V- ' •V, ' . 1 . .V ' ”- . ' . v.C " :- ' V’,-.:;’ ' i ' ; . ■ ' ' - ' • ■ ,.v;C ' ' ; ' . ' v:: ■:.: ' W ' - : ■Av. ■ ■ ,:■ , ■ ■;;• ,.-, V )s 4 " - " ' . V j. ' A jA ' .v 4|lj ;vJl . , ' .: hC- ..s-i-j r. : .. ' ) i Hl ' ta }Jhi Eta ALPHA CHAPTER Woman’s Professional Oratorical Fraternity Founded at Northwestern University 1893 Colors — Rose and White Jen el — Pearl Florver — Fa France Rose Chapte Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Beta — Cumnock School of Oratory, Northwestern University, Illinois. Roil Gamma — I nactive. Delta — Syracuse University, Syracuse, New York. Epsilon — Brenau College Conservatory. Alumnae Clubs Boston Alumnae Club .... Boston, Mass. Philadelphia Alumnae Club . . Philadelphia, Pa. Syracuse Alumnae Club ... Syracuse, N. Y. Chicago Alumnae Club ..... Chicago, 111. Los Angeles Alumnae Club . . Los Angeles, Calif. Honorary) Members Henry Lawrence Southwick Edward Phillip Hicks Walter Bradley Tripp Bertel Ghdden Willard Rev. Allen A. Stockdale Mary Elizabeth Gatchell Ella G. Stockdale Maud Gatchell Hicks Elvie Burnett Willard Gertrude I. McQuesten Associate Members Elsie R. Riddell Gertrude Chamberlain Elizabeth M. Barnes Active Members 1918 Marguerite E. Brodeur Mary Elizabeth Darnell Bernice Hardy Duggan Rena Madalene Gates Fay Scarlett Goodfellow M. Catherine Green Helen Valois Guild Anne Floyd East Eleanor Wade Jack Norma Olson Ch.ristme Mary Punnett Margaret Gail Pinkerton Barbara Wellington Callie Calloway Mildred Ahlstrom Eleanor Paul East Chapter House 1919 Beulah K. Folmsb ee Sylvia Folsom 1920 Rosemary Barbara Hilton Hotel Hemenway 93 PHI MU GAMMA |Un iHu (Bamuta IOTA CHAPTER Founded October 17, 1898, at Hollins, Virginia Colors — Blue and Black Jewel — Pearl Flowers — Sweetheart Roses and Forget-Me-Nots A dive Chapter Roll ALI EIA — Hollins Va., Hollins College. IOTA — Boston, Mass., Emerson College. DELTA — New York City, Misses Graham. KAPPA — Cleveland, Tenn., Century College. ZETA — New York City, New York City. RHO — Middlebury, Vt., Middlebury College. Alumnae Chapters ALPHA — Norfolk and Portsmouth, Va. DELTA — Gamsville, Ga. BETA — Atlanta, Ga. EPSILON — Richmond, Va. G. ' MMA — Muskogee, Okla. ZETA — Shreveport, La. Miss Edith Wright Mrs. E. Charlton Black Honorary Members Mr. Walter B. Tripp Dr. E. Charlton Black Pres. H. L. Southwick Mrs. F. H. Whitney Mrs. Edward Hicks Miss Harriet Sleight Miss Maud G. Kent Miss Lillian Hartegan Miss Maude Fiske Mrs. Randolph Tucker Mrs. Francis Boyd Ethel Came Alumnae Members in (Jr be Mrs. Reardon Tree Mrs. Robbins Mrs. Arthur Scott M iss Grace Feltrich Miss Beatrice Perry Miss Evelyn Hegeman Active Members in Urbe Miss Bertha MacDonough Mrs. T. Purrington Miss Gladys Hunt M ISS Anne W. Vail Miss Mary Winn Miss Ramona Gwin 1918 Helen W. Carter Helen Hynes Ellen Lombard Edith MacCulley Catharine McCormick Helen Ford Margaret Newell Harriet Fancher 1919 Sara E. Lewis Mary Roberts Madeline MacNamara Imogene Hogle Marjorie Stackhouse Mary Griffin Ruth McCleary Hubbs 1920 Justina Williams Agnes Sickles Chapter House - 50 St. Stephen’s Street Matron, Mrs. M. D. Davis 95 FUl ALPI lA TAU 1 ‘ jAf. ' 1 . . r ■ 1 N ! - . .!l11 ( . ' » . .-V ■ i ■ ) . K JJbi A4tba Clan ALPHA CHAPTER Founded at Emerson College of Oratory 1902 Chapter Roll Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Gamma — University of Nebraska, Eincoln, Neb. Zeta — C arroll College, Waukesha, Wis. Theta — Northwestern College, Napeville, 111. Iota — University of Kansas, Eawrence, Kan. Kappa — Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. Y. EambDA — University of Texas, Austin, Texas. Mu — University of Oklahoma, Norma, Okla. Nu — Pacific University, Forest Grove, Oregon. OmiCRON — State Agricultural College, Manhattan, Kan. Pi — University of Arkansas, Fayetteville, Ark. Honorary Members E. Charlton Black, A.M., LE.D. Richard Burtor,, Ph.D. Active Members Robert Burnham Samuel Kern William R. Byer Henry L. Southwick William Downs Walter B. Tripp William G. Ward 97 ■m 4 1 f ■ tjB THE SILENT WOMAN EMERSON COELEGE OF ORATORY Ninth Annual Production From the Elizabethan Drama THE SENIOR CEASS OF 1918 PRESENTS abr Bxlnxt iSmuau By Ben Jonson DRAMATIS PERSONAE Prologue ....... Morose, a Gentleman that loves no noise Sir Dauphine Eugenie, a Knight, his Nephew . Ned Clerimont, a Gentleman, his Friend . Truewitt, another Friend ..... Sir John Daw, a Knight ..... Sir Amorous Ea-Foole, a Knight also Thomas Otter, a Land and Sea Captain CUTBEARD, a Barber ..... Mute, one of Morose’s Servants .... Parson ........ Page to Clerimont ...... EpicceNE, supposed the Silent Woman . Lady Haughty i Lady CentauRE I Ladies Collegiates Mistress Doe Mavis J Mistress Otter, the Captain’s Wife . Scene: London Miss Darnell . Miss Will Miss McCormick Miss Tanner Miss Beynon Miss Newell Miss Punnett Miss Duggan Miss Guild Miss Tomb . Miss Wellington Miss Pinkerton Mr. Kern f Miss Macomber Miss MacCulley LMiss Zerwehk Miss Mendenhall FORMER REVIVALS 1910 “The Marriage of Wit and Science.’’ 1911 Jonson. “Every Man in His Humour.” 1912 Jonson. “The Silent Woman.” 1913 Chapman. “All Fools.” 1914 Shakespeare. “The Merry Wives of Windsor.” 1915 Beaumont and Fletcher. “The Knight of the Burning Pestle.” 1916 Shakespeare. “The Comedy of Errors.” 1917 Shakespeare. “King Henry the Fourth.” (Part I.) Produced under the direction of Prof. Walter BradLEY Tripp 101 IMF. CLASS OF 1919 PRFSENTS llHatrrUni By Sir Conan Doyle November 22, 1917 C A S T Noraii Brewster . . . . . Sergeant M( Donald, R. A. . Colonel Midwinter, I oyal Scots Guard , Corporal Gregory Brewster Scene . M ary Roberts Francis McCabe . Will lain Dow ' ns Joseph Connor Coi|roral Brewster’s Cottage in Woolwich England, June, 1881 PFA ' i ' S PRESENTED B ' l ' CLASS OF 1919 Junior Week — February 16 to February 23, 1918 Jfamilij IIiTHSiUT (One- Act Farce) By Rum McCleary Hubbs CAST OF CHARACTERS James Darwin Pendleton Arabella Pratt Pendleton, his wife Capt. Urban Pendleton, his father . Mrs. Almeda Pendleton, the mother SlEAS K.EINE, servant William Byer Fern Helcher Dorothy Levy . Ruth M. Hubbs Helen Lynch Scene 1. Late afternoon. ScENE II. f ' .arly next morning. Setting: Living-room summer cottage of James Pendleton and his bride. aliT § tlurr IGuumj P Y Constance Mac Ka ' i CHARACTERS Fanny B)Urney Rl( HARD IfURNEY Cl. PI IAS 102 Ruth Kelly Mafiel I hresher Mma blarrison FAMILY PRESSURE I HE CLASS OF 1920 PRESENTS IN PANTOMIME illu ' (Crmmi uf Bv Catherine Croswell Perry December 13, 1917 DRAMATIS PERSONAE In the order of Lo e .... Innocence Liberty .... Peace .... Hope .... ’ ' oum .... Joy Sern ' ice .... W ' iSDOM .... Goodness .... Mercy .... Patience .... Memory .... Reason .... OCCUPAIION Pleasure Vanity .... Indolence Wealth .... Greed .... Cheat .... Wahers .... Gossip .... Tyranny .... Forbearance . Courage .... Faith .... L[)isocIe I. File Garden of Love. I ' .pisode III. II their appearance . Ruth Woodcock . Ella Marie Will lams . Rosemary Hilton . . Emmelyn Huff Lucille Morris . . . Justina Williams Ethel Berner . Agnes Mahoney Ruth Parker . Margaret Strunk Marguerite Porter . Phyllis Dennison Maud Taylor Winifred Osborne . Naomi Williams Pearl Atkinson Pansy Wood . Miriam Kempton . Evelyn Stephens . Bernice Caswell . Virginia Sherman I Edna Culp ’ Eucie Enowles I Esther Cohn Maud Rankeillor Eeila Watson . Sara Hathaway . Bertha Rosnosky Helen Reardon Episode II. The Hall of III usion. Garden of Eove. 104 ‘THE CROWN OF MANHOOD” clibr U;uui lilirtuni 1 he Iota Chapter of Phi Mu Gamma Sorority (Mesented “The Two Virtues,” by Alfred Sutro in Whitney Hall, Brookline, Saturday evening, March 23, 1918. This IS the sixteenth production by Phi Mu Gamma for its Scholarship Fund. C.457 ' OF CHARACTERS Jf.fferv Pan ton Claude Jfrnoise Mrs. Guildford Lady Milligan . Mrs. Jerv ' oise . At. ICE Exern . Baylis Mary Catherine McCormick . Mary E. Griffin Marjorie Stackhouse Edith MacCulley Ellen Lombard Ethel M. Came Helen Eord Imogene Hogle Act I. Act II. Act III. Act IV. Jeffery Panton’s Eibrary, Cainjiden FIill, Eonclon. M rs. Guildford’s Drawing Room, Chelsea. Panton’s Eibrary, as in Act I. Ereda’s Sitting Room, as in Act II. Produced under the personal direction of Walter Bradley Tripp. l’LA ' S I RKSF.NTF.D FK)3 Tom Finch Dickens 1904 Adventures of l.ady Ursula Hope 1905 Itachelor’s Romance Morton 1906 1 tearl ' s I ' ,ase Kl cin and Clark FX)7 Rosemary I ' arlfcr and Carson 1908 (aptain Letleihlair Mcrin tnn 1909 Sweet Nell of Old Urury Kestcr 1910 Mice and Men Rplep B ' Y PHI MU GAMMA 191 1 Bachelor’s Romance Morton 1912 [■ riend f lannah Kester 1913 Tom Pinch Dickens 1914 Virginia Courlshi|) Rreshrey 1915 1 fis h.xcellency the Governor Marshall 1916 1 he Admirable Crilchlon Barrie 1917 Captain Fellethlair Merln ton 1918 The Two Virtues Sutro 106 THE TWO VIRTUES KMERSON COLLEGE OF ORATOR ' Dau December 8, 1917 AF JACOB SLF.KPF.R MALL. BOSTON UNIVFRSITY CFIAREES ESLE ' l EMERSON : An airpreciation Walter Bradley 1 ripp SONG I Hear a Flrrush at Eve ....... Cadman Helen Wentworth Carter RE.ADING The .Adoption of Claudia (From The Prince Chap) . Rdward Peple Elvie Burnett Willard SONG Farewell to Summer ....... Noel Johnson Luta L. Laymon DANCING A. Minuet ...... -j fNeva Mane Wright Margaret Virginia Zink B. 1 Russian Dance ..... [Christine Mary Punnett j Fay Scarlett Goodfellow C. Cossack Courting Dance 1 Margaret Gail Pinkerton D. 1 Old Roman Dance .... I Imogene Hogel Ethel M. Came I Almeda R. Haile ‘ HERHAGE” An Original Play by Joseph Gifford (Class of 1918) CAST OF CfLiRACTERS M rs. Warren James w arren, Jr. Richard Warren Sterling Jane First Officer Second Officer Grace O’Leary Samuel Kern Francis McCabe Bernard Rogers Marguerite Fox Bernard Rogers Charles Welch Scene lajcJ m clrav ing room of Warren honie. I jme — [ resent. Miss MARION CRONE HURLEY at ihe Piano Binxi} ffirrital BY LUTA L. LA ' i ' MON Of London, Ontario, Canada I. (a) O cessate die Piagarmi . Scarlaili (b) Amarilli ..... Caccini II. My Heart At Tliy Sweet V oice . Saint Saens III. (a) When Your Dear Hands Franlf LaForgn (b) Blackbird’s Song .... C )ril Scott (c) One Golden Day .... Fa ) Foster IV. The Cry of Rachel ..... Alary Turner Salter V. (a) Soldier of My Heart ... Herbert Oliver ib) When The Boys Come Home Oley Spcalj-s Mr. William Zuecli, Accompanist 109 i hl: southrrn club OF EMERSON COL.LEGE OF ORATOR ' PRESENTS (Carrii ODu By Mary Griffin November E3, 1917 CAST or CHARACTERS Prologue 1- iciiARD Calhoun . John ..... Bob ..... Priscilla, daughter to Governor VGne Mary ..... Mrs. Vane .... Governor Vane Rose ..... Jane Tom George ..... SlRATTON .... Milford ..... Officer ..... Act I Jeanette Warsliavsky Fern Fleischer Helen Sayles M ary Helen Hynes Wilda Blount . Sara Jane Hardy Hazel Tanner Mildred Seals Helen Crocker Sarah Mae McKenna Muriel Phillips Margaret Washburn Edith Sullivan Evelyn Stevens Mammy . John Fiske Bett ' , sister to Priscilla Priscilla Calhoun . First Officer Second Officer Soldiers . Pickaninnies . Misses . H Rhodes, . Anne East Helen Fades Wilda Blount Elinor East Lucile Withers Helen Sayles elen Hynes, Hazel Tanner Lander, Snyder, Pittman Act II Eph ..... Rand Churchill . John Fiske .... Priscilla, granddaughter to John Fiske Kendall .... Josephine .... Officers .... Melba Rhodes Beth Elliott Margaret Newell Lucile Morris N ' larjorie Will Bernice Duggan H azel Tanner, Lucile Withers SYNOPSIS OF SCENES Time 1776. Time 1863. Time 1917. Prologue Scene laid in Public Hall in Petersburg, Virginia. Act I Scene laid in drawing room of Calhoun homestead, Petersburg, Virginia. Act II Scene same as Act I. 1 10 EMERSON COLLEGE Sii ®ur 0ran Snss April 5. 1918 ! . SONG — “To Dean Ross” Senior Class 2. KIPLING SONGS Luta Laymon 3. PLAY — “Poor Dear Mama” ....... Kipling CAST OF CHARACTERS Miss Minnie 1 hreegan Imogene Hogle, ’19 Miss Emma Deercourt Jerry McGaughan, ’21 Captain Gadby Grace O’Leary, 18 Poor Dear Mama Evelyn Stevens, ’20 Bearer Liela Watson, ’20 4. SONG — “Long Live Dean Ross” Junior Class PROGRAM FOR FRFSHMAN STUN ' l alir Jmihman 2{rmtr Bv Claf a FiuEV Geiger DRAMATIS PERSONAE Freshmen 1 . Marion Hawthorne 5. Ruth Clements 2. Marion Fhomas 6. Elvira Dean 3. Eora Stoclclarcl 7. Helen Coventry 4. I ebecca Berkowitz 8. Erances Collins Cocoons 1. Marion Hawthorne 5. Solveg Winslow 2. Mane Williams 6 . Ann O’Connell 3. Frances Collins 7. Eilhan Earson 4. Gretchen Dillonbeck 8. Grace Sickles Helen Gad Greek Dancers 1. Jessie Southwick 3. Kathryn Capron 2. X ilcla Blount 4. Helena Collins Expressi ' e Voice Girls 1. Abbie Casey 3. Geraldine McGaugh 2. Gladys Feahan 4. Ruth Clements Giant: Ethel Kelley Doctor: Ethel Kelley Santa Claus: Gwen Rifenherg Dean Ross: Margarit Scheetz (tnmnunirnmnil yrnuram DEBATE Resolved: That a Professor should be free to proclaim truth, as he sees it, unfet- tered by the prevailing opinions of the Governing Board of an institution. AFFIRMATIVE NEGATIVE ■Marguerite Fox Constance Hastings Izer Whiting Catharine McCormick PHYSICAE CUETURE DRIED Jane Beynon Marguerite Brodeur Annabel Conover Elizabeth Darnell Bernice Duggan Ina Duval Anne East Catherine Green Eleanor Jack Selina Mace Edna Mendenhall Grace O’Eeary Elizabeth Tack Ruby Walter PANTOMIME abr iHayic iHratbrr IJaur An 3Mr jfaury By Maud G. ' tchell Hicks The Farmer . His Wife His Daughter A Farm Hand The House Maid A .Milk Maid . A Boatman A Boy The Burgomaster His Wife A Peddler . The Magic Weather Vane North Wind East Wind South Wind West Wind Rain-Drops Eeaves . Jane Beynon Ruby Walter Ethel Came Elizabeth Alderdice Selina Mace Loretta McCarthy Grace Tomb Eleanor Jack Hazel Manley . Margaret Newell . Christine Punnett Barbara Wellington Neva Wright Norma Olson Margaret Pinkerton Misses Zink, Rhodes, Gates, Lombard, Zerwekh M isses Zink, Zerwekh, Lombard Gates Butter Market Women Misses Conover, Tanner, Fowler, Zmk Manley, Rhodes 1 13 Scene : A Dutch Garden. Dances arranged l)y Miss Llsie Rutherford Riddell. M usic from Mendelssolin, arranged by Mrs. Charlotte Whinnery Morrison. Pianist, Argument The ch lines of Middleburgh arouse the slee|)y farmhand ; he unlocks the gate and sounds the house bell. It is a morning of variable winds. The West and North Winds bluster about the garden. The House Maid scrubs down the steps and sidewalk. She discovers a stork up the housetoii, and according to the superstitions of the Netherlands, she IS convinced that something unusual is about to happen. She tells the Milk Maid and they gossij) together about it. Accompanied by the South Wind, the farmer’s daughter gathers flowers which she sells to the boatman. A peddler enters with the magic vane. The farmer’s wife is superstitious and fears to purchase a vane that can command the winds, but the farmer yields to the pleadings of his daughter, and buys it. The butter- market women stop to see it installed upon the garden wall. The mischievous vane makes his installation difficult. When at last he is secured, the delighted peasants dance. The vane commands first the west, and then the east winds to blow, and snarl the yarn of the farmer’s wife. On their way to market the women spread the news about the magic vane, and a boy enters to say that the Burgomaster and his wife are coming to see it. Presently they arrive. The Burgomaster scoffs at the idea of magic and doubts the vane’s ability to change the gentle south wind that is blowing. The vane, angered, commands the north and east winds; a storm breaks and the Burgomaster and his wife seek shelter in the cot- tage leaving the ram drops to dance in the garden. As the storm passes, the Burgomaster and his wife seek shelter in the garden, leaving the ram drops to dance in the garden. As the storm passes the Burgomaster and his wife dei art. 1 he vane, still revengeful, causes them great discomfort. As night falls, the storm subsides and the winds possess the garden. The farmer’s daughter, sleeping, dreams that the south wind calls her into the garden. She dreams that she climbs upon the wall and prevails upon the vane to come down into the garden with her. Then she hides him where the Burgomaster may not find him. The winds and leaves dance together. As the dawn breaks, the little maid enters, puzzled by her dream, but relieved and happy to find the vane is still upon the wall. Jlmtau rr lHalk Tuesday, May 7, 1918 CAST Prologue ........ Grace A. Zerwekh John Sayle, 10th Baron Otford .... Edith M. MacCulley Lt. the Hon. John Sayle, R. N. . Fay S. Good fellow Admiral Sir Peter Antrobus .... Marjorie E. Will Jerome Brooke-Hoskyn, Esq. .... . Helen V. Guild Rev. Jacob Sternroyd, D. D., F. S. A. . Evelyn MacNeill Mr. Basil Pringle ...... Helen W. Carter Jim . Helen G. Ford The Muffin Man ...... . Elizabeth Tack The Lamplighter ...... Grace Tomb The Eyesore ....... Annabel Conover Mme. Lucie Lachenais ...... Rena G. Macomber Mlle. Marjolaine Lachenais .... Harriet E. Fancher Mrs. Pamela Poskett ...... Ruth A. Levin Miss Ruth Pennymint ...... Dorothy B. Mitchell Barbara Pennymint ...... Marguerite Ruggles RECITAL Monday Afternoon, May 6, 1918 1. IN LILAC TIME jane Cowles Helen Hynes 2. WEE WILLIE WINKIE .... Kipling Anne Fowler 3. THE MUSIC MASTER Klein Samuel Kern 4. IN A B.ALCONY Browning Marguerite Brodeur 5. YOU NEVER CAN TELL .... Shaw Bernice Duggan 6. BARBARA FRIETCHIE .... Clvde Filch Elizabeth Darnell krchal cclnesclay Mteinoon, May 8, 1918 1. the: falcon Edna Mendenhall 2. DISRAELI Anne East 3. A MAKER OE DREAMS William Byei 4. THE DAWN OF A TOMORROW Catherine Green •3. MAN’S PLACE Ina Duval 6. CA ' RANO DE BERGERAC (Act V) . Grace O’Eeary COMMENCEMENT Granting of Diplomas CoMMFNCEMF.NT SPFAKFR Payson Smith, LL.D. Commissioner of Education of Massachusetts T ctm ison Parker Oliphaul Burnett A hhott Rostand IM ISS Riddell examining a would-be athlete-ess: ou have strongly developed biceps. Have you had physical training? ” es. I’ve had voice exercises.” Canadian Girl to wondering Southerner: “Oh yes! v ' e always wear red flannel in cold weather I ” Southerner (wide eyed) : “But doesn’t it look queer under Georgette blouses?” A ’ery Busy Person sits at the Book Store T able. Her brow is lined w ' ith intense thought as she tries to rise above the surrounding babble of conversation. Suddenly a student, whose tongue seems suspended at its most central j oint, addresses her. Gaddabout Student: ‘A ou here still! 1 guess you must be camping here.” Very Busy Person (with despairing sarcasm) : “V es. It is a concentration camp. ” “The Man Who Stayed at Home” sat in the “Thirteenth Chair.” ‘ “O Boy,” ’ he called, ‘you will render me a great “Service” if you “Come Out of the Kitchen.” ’ “The .Man Who Came Back” sighed as he answered. ‘For the “Love o’ Mike” how I “Miss Springtime.” All that consoles me is that I have “A Kiss for Cinderella,” the “Country Cousin,” whom I met in “Lilac Time.” ’ Just then the “Riviera Girl” entered. ‘1 have been feeding “Mother Carey’s Chickens,” now the “Old Lady Shows Her Medals,” the “ VTry Idea ! ” ’ “Leave it to Jane,” ’ said the “Gay Lord Quex,” gazing out of the window with the “Lyes of V outh” at the “Passing Show.” ‘Look at “The Rainbow Girl!” ‘Well,’ said “De Luxe Annie” fingering her “Tiger Rose” corsage, ‘if you want “Nothing But the 1 ruth, ” I’ve been with “Peter Ibbets on ” visiting “Lord and Lady .Algy” and after picking up “Odds and Ends ” I have reached the conclusion that they have made a “Mesalliance.” Fascinating Officer to Patriotic Knitter: “What are the colors you are i utting m those socks?” P. K. : “Oh, I always like to put stripes of the boys’ colleges in their socks. What college did you attend?” F. O. : “Oh, 1 graduated from the school of Hard Knocks.” P. K. : “Then your colors are black and blue.” M rs. Puffer (calling roll in Gesture Class) : “Miss MacNeill.” M iss M. (gazing ecstatically at a picture from Overseas) : “Hello!” REHEARSALS If there is one thing that’s worse than another, A thing that can scarcely be borne, It’s attending rehearsals, rehearsals At seven o’clock in the morn. They haunt me without any ceasing; I’m rushing from morning till night Attending rehearsals, rehearsals, ’Tis truly a pitiful plight. My life is a series of scene work. And ’twill be to the time of my death Attending rehearsals, rehearsals LJntil I collapse to catch breath. And then when I he in my coffin. One will say, “There’s rehearsals at four,’’ I’ll trot to rehearsals, rehearsals, Eor I must go on living some more. STAT I O N E R S 57-61 FRANKLIN STRELT Hayden Costume Co. 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