Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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c DEDICATION To oiir staunch friend and faithful teacher, only a sma token of love and appreciation from our overflowing hearts. Joseph E. Connor Its not t)ie ale wt tie setottlesixl Tk at 1 et e r mi n e 3 u ie w ou 0. “He stands on the heights of his life. If ith a glimpse oj a height that is higher.” DEAN HARRY SEYMOUR ROSS “ would be friend to all — the foe, the friendless, 1 would be giving and forget the gift, 1 would be humble, for I know my weakness, I would look up — and laugh — and love — and lift.” Pricilla C. Puffer Gesture: Expression Lilia Smith Dusseault History of Education; Pedagogy; Physical Culture illiam Howland Kenney Technique of the I oice Gertrude McQuesten Technique of the I oice; Articulation; Interpretation Joseph E. Connor Public Speaking; Debate; Recitals Imogene Hogle Putnam Pantomime; Community Drama Mary A. Winn Childrens Theatre; Recitals Walter Bradley Tripp Dramatic Art; History of Drama; Impersonation; Play Writing Agnes Knox Black Literary Interpretation: Browning and Tennyson; Reading as a Fine Art Eben Charlton Black Poetics: English and American Literature Elvie Burnett illard Story-Telling Charles inslow Kidder l ocal Physiology; Phonetics Margarette Josephine Penick Lyceum and Chautauqua Programs Elsie R. Riddell Gymnastics ; Fencing] Aesthetic Dan- cing; Anatomy; Physiology Klonda Lynn Treasurer; Recitals Jessie Eldridge Southwick Voice Culture] Ethics; Shakespeare Julia Roupe Psychology Robert Howes Burnham Make-Jj p 3n iMemoiiam illiam G. ard I MEMORIAM ‘’Tliy sjdrit ’ere our fatal loss Did ever rise from high to higher; As mounts the heavenward altar-fire, As flies the lighter thro’ the gross. or hlame I Death because he hare The use of virtue out of earth I know transplanted human worth Xill bloom to profit, other where.” President ice-President Secretary Treasurer Student Council OFFICERS Kathryn Kelchner Christine McWhorter Sarah H. Hunter Anna Mayburry Ralston Dorothy Taylor ) ivian Effinger 14 T II E E M E R S 0 .N I A iN f t C. W ESLEV BATCHEEDEK ] A T Billerica, Massachusetts Sojihomore, Junior, Senior Recitals; Endowment Play (2); Freshman, Sophomore, Junior Stunts; Junior-Junior Dehate; Commencement Debate. ‘M merrier man, within the limits of becoming mirth, ] I never spent an hour’s talk u ' ithal.” { I KATHRYA BEUME M acomh, Illinois Debate (dub: Freshman Stunt; Student Council (1); Junior Stunt; Junior Recitals; Prom Committee; Assistant Art Editor; Senior Recitals; Senior Play; Commencement Play. “She is beautiful, therefore to be woo’d. She is woman, therefore to be won.” VIVIAN BURTON Hillsboro, Georgia Southern Club; Debate Club; Emerson Scholarship (4l; Commencement Debate. “Seest thou a man diligent in his biusiness? He shall stand before kings.” 1 THE EMERSONIAN 15 ARLINE H. BUSSELL Z $ H Pittsfield, Maine House President (2); Student Council (3l; Junior Stunt; Commencement Physical Culture. “He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her down cast modesty concealed.” HELEN CLARK ! M r Largo, N. D. Student Council; Newman Club; Student Welfare Committee. “My smiles must be sincere, or not at all.” VESTA L. CLARK I M r Weston, Massachusetts Junior Stunt; Junior Recitals; Senior Play; Coni ' mencement Play. “I find earth not grey, but rosy. Heaven, not grim, but fair of hue.” 16 THE EMERSONIAN MARION COBB Calais, Maine Junior Stunl; Junior Recitals; Senior Play; Com- mencement Physical Culture. ‘ ' Those about her From her shall learn the perject ways of honour.” NORA A. CONNORS Medfield, Massachusetts Dehate Cluh; Newman Club; Freshman Stunt; Com- mencement Physical Culture. “I have heard her reported to he A woman of an invincible spirit.” RUTH CUMMINGS Dorchester, Massachusetts Menorah Society; Junior Recitals; Senior Recitals; Commencement Recitals. “Blessed be the man who has found his work. Let him ask no other blessings.” r H E E M E R S 0 N I A N 17 MARY DANEORTH K r X Dover Eoxcroft, Maine Student Council (2); Junior Recitals; House Presi- dent (2|; Class Secretary (3); Junior I lay; De- bate Club; Senior Recitals; Senior Play; President of Student Government (4); Commencement Play. “.4 maiden modest and yet self-possessed Youthful and beautiful and simply dressed.” MADGE DEBENDAREER K r X Mannington, West irginia Southern Club; Ereshman Stunt; Junior Stunt; Com- mencement Play. “All’s right with the world!” .MARIE DEMULING K r X Erie, Pennsylvania Sophomore Recitals; Sophomore Stunt; Junior Stunt; Junior Play; Junior Recitals; Class Reporter; Sen- ior Recitals; Senior Play; Commencement Recitals. “Constant as the north star of whose true, fix’d and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.” r H E E M E R S O N I A N HARRIET DIVEN Blairsville, Pennsylvania Junior Stunt; Junior Play; Junior Recitals; Senior Play; Commencement Physical Culture. “It ' s a pleasant tvorld to live in, a very pleasant world; and you make it so.” MARGARET DOW Lowell, Massachusetts Class Treasurer (2), (3); Year Book Staff (3); De- hate Club; Commencement Recitals. “She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a dis- position, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested.” ADELE NEILL DOWLING Z 4 H Boston, Massachusetts Ereshman Vice-President; Co-Author Sophomore Stunt; Author Junior Play; Sophomore Recitals; Junior Recitals; Senior Recitals; Senior Play; Commencement Physical Culture I eader. “Ambition is the germ From which all growth of nobleness proceeds.” THE E M E R S 0 N I A A 19 MARY DOWLING Z j) H Boston, Massachusetts Sophomore President; Sophomore Stunt; Junior Stunt; Junior Play; Co-Author Freshman Stunt; Senior Recitals; Commencement Recitals. “She liked what e’er she looked on. And her looks went everywhere.” ANNE DUNKEL Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania Debate Club; Press Club (Transcript Correspondent! ; Quarterly Reporter (2), (3); Editor-in-Cbief Year Book; Senior Recitals; Commencement Debate. “But thou host language for all thoughts and feelings.” VIVIAN EFFINGER i M r Seattle, Washington Student Senate (4l; House President (4); Junior Play; Junior Recitals; Y. M. C. A. Cabinet; Stu- dent Senate (4(; Senior Play; Senior Recitals; Commencement Physical Culture. “Great tvorks are performed not by strength, hut by perseverance.” 20 THE EMERSONIAN ERNEST EMBRY Z i H Nowata, Oklahoma Southern Cluh; Sophomore. Junior, Senior Recitals; Senior Play; Commencement Play. ‘’Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought. But genius must he born, and never can he taught.” THELMA MERLE E ANS Z (i H Rome, New York President Ereshman Class: Co-Author Freshman Stunt; Sophomore Stunt; Junior Stunt; Junior I lav; Assistant Editor ear Book; Chairman Jun- ior Prom; Student Council (1), l2l; Soj)homore Recitals; Senior Play; Debate Cluh Treasurer (4); Commencement Physical Culture. “A boyish twinkle in her eyes And a smile that never dies.” MILDRED E. FORRESTER Mansfield, Massachusetts Issachar Hoops Eldridge Citation (3); Debate Cluh Secretary |3); Junior Stunt; Junior Play; Sopho- more, Junior, Senior Recitals; Chairman of Edu- cation and World Fellowship E. C. A. (2); Com- mencement Play. “She looks as clear As morning roses newly washed in dew.” THE EMERSONIAN 21 NORMA FRISBIE I M r Elkland, Pennsylvania Debate Club; House President (3l; Junior Stunt; Vice-President of Student Government; Senior Play; Conimenceinent Play. “Argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.” EDITH HONEY GWIN I M r Boston, Massachusetts Freshman Stunt. “Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.” VERA HILLS j) M r Des Moines, Iowa W. C. A. Cabinet; Commencement Play. “1 will believe Thou wilt not utter ivhat thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee.” 22 THE EMERSONIAN HAZEL HUGHES South Manchester, Connecticut House President (3), (4l; Student Senate (3), (4): Debate Club; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet; Eresbinan. Sophomore, Junior Stunt; Commencement Physical Culture. “A beam of comfort like the moon thru clouds.” SARA HARDING HUNTER ilmington, Massachusetts Sophomore Stunt; Junior Stunt; Junior Play; De- bate Club; Junior-Junior Debate; Secretary of Junior Class; Commencement Debate. " Good sense, which only is the gift of heaven. And tho no science, fairly worth the seven.” RUTH CARLOTTA HI TCHINSON Oyster Bay, New ork Eresbman Stunt; House President; Student Senate (1) ; Sophomore Stunt; Senior Play. “To be industrious, contented, and true hearted. And to do some good to some one.” THE EMERSONIAN 23 KATHRYN M. KELSHNER Lebanon, Pennsylvania Ereshman Stunt; Student Senate; Sophomore Stunt; Sophomore, Junior, Senior Recitals; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet (2); Y. W. C. A. Treasurer (T); Sopho- more Class Secretary; Junior Class President; Sen- ior Class President; Senior Play; Commencement Recitals. “S ie hath a heart as sound as a bell, and her tongue is the clapper, for what her heart thinks, her tongue speaks.” MILDRED KINDLEY K r X Tyler, Texas Sophomore Recitals, Junior Recitals; Co-Author Jun- ior Stunt; Senior Recitals; Senior Play; Southern Club Reporter (3) ; President of Y. W. C. A. (4) ; Student Senate (1), (2); Commencement Recitals. “.4 perfect woman, nobly planned To warm, to comfort, and command.” HELEN GOULD KRAFT 4 M r Clarksburg, West Virginia Sophomore Stunt; Junior Recitals; Junior Stunt, Senior Recitals; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet (4); South- ern Club; Commencement Recitals. “If in talking from morning till night, A sign of our wisdom there be. The swallows are wiser by right For they prattle much faster than we.” 24 THE E M E K S O N 1 A N EDITH L. LEGER Nashua, New Hampshire Freshman Stunt; Dehate Club; Junior Stunt; Com- mencement Dehate Chairman. “A maiden never hold; Of spirit so still and quiet That her emotion blushed at herself MARGARET REID MacLAREN Z I H Gloversville, New ork Freshman, Sophomore, Junior Stunts; Art P.ditor of Year Rook; Senior Recitals; Dehate Cluh; Com- mencement Committee; Commencement Recital. “S ;e hath a smile that doth beguile A priest in robe and crawl. } et from her eyes can look as ivise As grave Minerva ' s owl — ” CHRISTINE McWhorter i M r Buckhannon, West Virginia President of Southern Club (4) ; Junior Stunt ; Junior Recital; Senior Play; Senior Recitals; Commence- ment Recitals, ment Play. ' " Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun, W ho relished a joke, and rejoiced in a pun. " r H E E M E R S 0 N I A N 25 DOLLY QUANCER J M r Long Island, New York Freshman Stunt, Author of Sophomore Stunt; Junior Play. “She walks in beauty like the night Oj cloiulless climes and starry skies.” LESLIE ROBINSON p M r Gainsville, Georgia Sophomore Stunt; Southern Club; Southern Club Re- porter; . W. C. A. Cabinet (4); Junior Stunt; Senior I lay. “Forever foremost in the ranks of fun. And laughing herald of the harmless pun.” ANNA MAYBERRY RALSTON K r -X Weston, West Virginia Southern Club; Junior Stunt; House President; Sen- ior Play; Senior Class Treasurer; Student .Senate ( 4 1 ; Commencement Recitals. “And her quiet mind was such That she grew to be a lady. And the people loved her much.” 26 THE E M E R S 0 N I A N GROVER C. SHAW A T Lowell, Massachusetts Junior Recitals; Senior Recitals; Assistant Director of Senior Play; Commencement Debate. “He has. I know not what Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate That almost awes me.” VIOLA SIMOADS Melrose Highlands, Massachusetts Junior Recitals; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet (4) ; Senior Re- citals; Commencement Recitals. “Her voice teas ever soft, gentle and low; An excellent thing in woman.” PHILA E. STROP T Z $ H Billerica, Massachusetts Freshman Stunt; Sophomore Stunt; Y. C. A. Cab- inet l2l; Student Council (2); Junior Stunt; Junior Play; Year Book Staff (3); Commence- ment Physical Culture. “Holy, fair and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her. That she might admired be.” THE EMERSONIAN 27 DOROTHY DODGE TAYLOR Lynnfield Center, Massachusetts Sophomore Stunt; Junior Week Committee; Debate Club; Student Senate; Co-Author of Junior Stunt: Commencement Debate. ‘‘Good nature in a man or woman Is the immediate jewel of their souls.” HAZEL CLARA TREADWELL Grafton, Vermont “Success is the total obtained by doing little things well.” SIDNEY MERLE TRESSLAR K r X Montgomery, Alabama Secretary of Y. W. C. A.; Southern Club; Commence- ment Play. “Sweet friend; Thy love ne ' er alter till thy sweet life end!” I i THE E M E R S 0 N I A N MABEL VALLA t M r Edmond, Oklahoma House President (4l; Southern Cluh; Commence- ment Play. ‘ ' Thou knou ' ’st how fearless is our trust in thee. ' ' ELSIE EATON VAN NESS Littleton, New Hampshire Freshman Stunt; House President (2), (3), (4); Junior Stunt; Debate Club; Debate Team (3); Student Senate (2), (3), (4); Phi Mu Gamma Scholarship; Commencement Physical Culture. “4 use not that I suddenly proceed; For what will, 1 will, and there ' s an end. " AUDREY CHARLOTTE WINTER K r X Moncton, N. B., Canada President of Canadian Cluh (4l ; Senior Play; Com- mencement Play. “There is a garden in her face W here roses and white lilies grow. " I THE EMERSONIAN 29 MARY RUTH WYATT Menlo, Georgia Junior-Senior Debate; Vice-President Debate CIul) (4); Secretary Southern Club l4l; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet (4) ; Student Senate; House President l4) ; Commencement Play. “Her voice was like the warbling of a bird So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear T ETHELYN MARIE PROBST Dayton, Ohio Senior Recitals; Commencement Recitals. “Humility, that low sweet root From which all heavenly virtues shoot.” CEINWYN ELEIS ! M r Memphis, Tennessee Southern Club. “A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.” 30 THE EMERSONIAN TO THE SENIORS The sands of time drift on again And parting days draw nigh. And vet, we will not say to you That tearful word, “good-bye.” e hate to think you have to go e dread the parting knell And yet we’ll not use that refrain That mournful one, “farewell!” The time has passed so quickly But we confess to you e will not spoil the memory Bv murmuring “adieu.” So what is left for us to say Before the bond you sever? The onlv words we’ve left are these, “We’ll not forget you ever.” E. CASS, ’26. THE EMERSONIAN 31 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY It was a beautiful sunny day in September, and the calm Emersonian sea was unruffled by even the smallest wave, when over the blue horizon appeared a small craft bearing the strange device — 1924. With all due deference it dipped its sails in salute to grave 1921, jolly 1922, and the haughty frigate ’23. With becoming modesty the little ship trailed in the wake of the stately vessels, ever willing to aid as best it could. Its happy dis- position endeared it to all and its youthful pranks, such as the Ereshman Stunt, made even the majestic senior ship roll with mirth. The captain and first mate with the goodly crew weathered the storms of ex- aminations and the perils of “Depleted Treasury,” and the next year their flag bore the third place in the fleet. This was the year of deadly calm — to all outward appearances, when sliij) 1924 seemed to be snugly wrapped in its own affairs. But this was the time when the sailors were tightening the ropes, cleaning the decks, and mending the sails in preparation for that great storm they knew would meet them off the islands of Junior week. And so, the third year found the ship with every man ready — “all hands on deck.” The huge waves reeled upon the tiny craft, the winds blew, and even the skies frowned — but after the storm had passed away, 1924 rode the seas in triumph — for it had breasted the heavy seas of Year Book and Junior week better than any ship in the nautical history of the Emersonian ocean. The last year of all “that ends this strange eventful history” found the ship proudly leading the fleet. The same spirit of loyalty and co-operation still pre- vailed, and even the elements smiled upon the worthy vessel. Many of the crew had distinguished themselves in nautical skill and were planning to man and captain huge liners, worthy of their ability and knowledge gained on 1924. True to form, 1924 sailed thru the choppy seas of Senior Play, and in May, all flags flying, and the band playing, the ship reached the harbor of Commencement. In its wake were the smaller vessels in the fleet, and over the horizon could be seen countless sister ships to follow. Oh, sister ships to come, let us not be but “Ships that pass in the night — And speak each other in passing Only a signal shown — then silence Again, and the darkness” — May the memory of 1924 be an inspiration and an aid to you when the storms descend and the waves dash high. T. M. E., ’24. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Student Council OFFICERS Kathrena Williams . Hannah kerwin Marian Barclay John Davoran Helena Cook Anita Richardson THE EMERSONIAN 33 ROSEMARY ALLEN Z $ H Bangor, Maine MARIAN BARCLAY Z H Cranhury, N. J. ESTHER BEAVAN Susquehanna, Pa. MARIAN BLEWER 4 M r Binghamton, N. Y. 34 THE EMERSONIAN HELEN BROWN Z i n Whitefield, N. H. MARY CASEY Lowell, Mass. LEON CONNELL A T Omaha, Nebraska HELENA COOK K r X Utica, N. Y. I THE EMERSONIAN 35 MAUDE COULTER K r X Oglesby, 111. KATHLEEN CRAIG Temple, Maine ELEANOR CRANE K r X Hornell, N. Y. CHARLOTTE CROCKER Z 1. H Sheboygan, Wisconsin 36 THE EMERSONIAN JOHN DAVORAN Milford, Mass. FLORENCE DAY K r X Clarkston, ash. MIRIAM ECKERT London, Ontario CATHARINE FINN Northampton, Mass. THE EMERSONIAN 37 MILDRED FORD Cambridge, Mass. FRANCES GOTZ Holliston, Mass. MARIAN GLECKLER Mansfield, Pa. IRMA ALICIA HAMBLY Toronto, Ontario THE EMERSONIAN 3 HANNAH KERWIN Woonwiket, R. 1. CLAIRE MacINTYRE K r X Sj)ringfielcl, Mass. LENA MANNING Nashua, N. II. THE EMERSONIAN 39 JULIETTE McCarthy Boston, Mass. MILDRED METCALFE Waltham, Mass. EVELYN MILLER Rockaway, N. J. JOY MILLS Nazareth, Texas 40 THE EMERSONIAN GLADYS MUNROE Plainville, Mass. MARY MUSTARD Z H Bluefielcl, irginia MARGARET RITA NOLAN Somerville, Mass. HARRIET PISOR Memphis, Tenn. THE EMERSONIAN 41 CHARLES PUTNAM cj ' A T Des Moines, Iowa LEILA PYRON San Antonio, Texas MARY READY Brookline, Mass. PHILIP RICE Brookline, Mass. 42 THE EMERSONIAN FRANCES ANITA RICHARDSON Carthage, N. Y. LOIS RICHELL Liverpool, Pa. MARY ROBERTS Fair Haven, Vermont EORNA RIMBAEL London, Ontaiio THE EMERSONIAN 43 ELIZABETH SALA Davenport, Iowa ETHEL SCAGEL Somerville, Mass. EVELYN SCHNEIDER Revere, Mass. ALICE SHAW 4 M r Rockford, 111. 44 THE E M E R S O NM A N HORTEXSE SHELDON Soinerville, Mas?. EIEUAN SILVERSTEIN Dorcliester, Mass. AGNES SAE RT X olfboro, N. H. LORENA SMITH Fort Meade, Elorida THE EMERSONIAN T5 MARY SMITH Boston. Mass. KATHERINE STAEEORD K r X Tyler, Texas EELAH STEPHENS Eogansport, Indiana ANNA STERLING Aliceville, Alabama 16 T HE E M E R S 0 N I A N MINNETTE TOWNSEND Z i H Montclaire, N. J. DOROTHY ARDON Boston, Mass. FRANCOIS VODRIE Z H San Antonio, Texas EI.EREDA ()OS Z i H New Haven, Conn. THE EMERSONIAN 47 KATHRENA WILLIAMS K r X Hayana, 111. BETSY WOOLRIDGE 4 M r W oodland, Fa. LORLNDA ZAMTZ Strathroy, Ontario 48 THE E M E R S 0 N I A N JLUMOR CLASS HISTORY Three long years ago a group of young, yet ambitious, students banded them- selves together with the firm resolve and worthy determination to become true Emersonians and one of the finest classes that that institution ever graduated. How far they have succeeded in their first aim we will permit you to judge; how well they may succeed in attaining their second only the future mav tell. Be that as it may, such were their desires and aspirations, and wasting no time in idle dreams, they set out toward the accomplishment of their ambition. The first step in this self-appointed task was the composition and })resentation of a Ereshman Stunt. Thanks to the kindness and unfailing patience of Mr. Connor, and the co-operation of the classmates, this was done. And if tongues speak truly and exaggeration does not reign, the stunt was tolerably successful. Had it been flawless the glory and scintillation of the Sophomore pantomimes which follow ' ed it, under the guidance of Mrs. Putnam, would have been dimin- ished, and Junior Week could never have shown as the Beacon Light we hope it did to many embryo Juniors. The Ereshman Stunt was not a finished production — The Sophomore Pantomimes evidenced improvement — The Junior Festivities were the best of the three. Therefore, since we are not lacking entirely in progressiveness, who may tell what the Senior year may bring forth? We have exerted our own j)oor power and initiative, but our eflorts seem so small when compared with those exerted by the faculty, that as so often proves to be the case, “Comparisons are odious.” Rather than compare, let us thank each and every member of the faculty for his or her many deeds of kindness, and wish them still greater success in the future. We will do our utmost to fulfill your ex- pectations and try to follow and extend your teachings in whatsoever fields we may journey. To the Seniors who are about to leave us and who have so many times ])roven themselves true friends by example and by the strength of a guiding hand, we also wish success and happiness. We have tried to “play up and play the game” at Emerson. The future awaits untried before us . . . may we play the Game of Life successfully. op)}0( ocie President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Student Council OFFICERS . Edna Cass Lillian McLeod Zara Culp Rudolph Erederich Elizabeth Buchanan Bernice Standish I i Sophomore Class THE EMERSONIAN 51 EMERSBURY TALES Befel that whan Aprille haddey-passed, folk ther wer who would fain goon on pilgrymage to that far shrine Commencement. One ther was, a Senior, and that a worthy dame. Black was hir gowne and full flowing to hir feet. Hadde she on hir hedde a cap severe and somhre. Spectacles hadde she on hir nose. Chariot she hadde, a Marmon, which hir dere familie hadde bestowed unto hir for the pil- grymage. A Junior ther was toil-worn eek weary from heavy labors, a comely maid and fair, but journeyed she in a wagon of the species Elizabeth with tyres y-punctured, for the ravages of Prom hadde emptied hir purs and made it lean. A Sophomore ther came riding in a Dodge. Y-cropped wer hir golden locks and embroidered was hir robe. In hir compaignye rode a Freshman, comely child who hummed the while. The Junior hadde to wait for to have hir y-punctured tyres repaired, and befel that they didde agree to telle a tale, each one, until that they should be ready to depart. The Sophomore didde draw the first lot, and began she hir tale. “In the land of Expression dwelt ther a Kynge dept Eco to whose court cam yearly a youth which rested ther four years learning the ways of the land, and when befel that he hadde won his shield, departed he to conquests. “So befel that one autumn ther cam a noble youth to court, and him the Kynge dept Twenty-six. The court was full strange, and he felt oft timid eek fearful amidde the Kynges, Knights, and ladies. One ther was, a doughty lord, the Master of the Battle Cry who felle upon Twenty-six with many a fierce command and didde telle him to shout ‘Whoa.’ Eek was then the Lady of the Skeleton, and others. These and all of them didde Twenty-six learn to obey and love. “Now decree was that each year the four youths should come before the court to shew their strength, and whan spring hadde com. Twenty-six didde don his sword and armure to do his turn. In sooth was he sore troubled, hut kind was the court, and passed the event, and in the somer, after the tests, went he away to live in the forest. “Returned he in the Autumn, and cam ther another youth. Twenty-seven, which Twenty-six welcomed with a feste wher they didde trippe and dance. Anon cam ther hard labour eek dur, and again whan spring hadde com. Twenty-six y-furbished his armure and sword for the exhibition. “And after the journey didde Twenty-six prepare for the tests, and whan they wer done, departed he grevously weary for to be gone the somer so that in the au- tumn he mighte com back to try his power in lists of greater renoun.” ALICE SANDERS LISSNER, ’26. tnE.RSOM C.OLLE,eE. President ice-President Secretary Treasurer Student Council OFFICERS Thelma W atson Alice Rigby Beatrice Creighton Albert Miller Dorothy Leathers ) Phoebe Dowdy Freshman Class 51 THE EMERSONIAN — Boston — Dear Eather Time, Now wait just one minute before you begin to pull vour eyebrows down. This isn’t a complaint. I knew you would think so, poor old dear, because that’s about all you ever hear. Seriously, you’ve been good to me, and I want to express my appreciation, if I can, and tell you how I’ve been getting along here at Emerson. I am about as big now as when I was assembled. That is, I am, but some of my members — and as you know. I’m rather a centipede as regards members — may be a wee bit leaner and some a wee bit plumper, but that’s beside the point. What I want to impress upon you, Time, is that I may appear the same, but you’ve no idea bow different I feel. W hen I came, I was in an awful state for a while. My various parts gave me so much trouble. They were homesick, and at times I began to fear that I should be disintegrated. I was a beautiful even green, of course my blushes didn’t show, and I crept around the halls mechanically getting my schedule card signed and doing things that were obviously expected of me. After a while my twitching members began to calm down, and I went through a sort of exploration period. I had a taste of the historical, a sample of the histrionical, and a smattering of the physiological. Then mv members all got together and did a wise thing, and one that calmed my nerves verv effectively. They got some of the parts to look after the others, corral them, as it were. Thelma Watson was elected president, Alice Rigby, vice- president, and Beatrice Creighton, secretary. Lewis Carey was made treasurer, but at present his labors seem to be rather light. Now, Time, you have helped me so much. I have much more confidence — well vou know how the usual Ereshman Class feels after its first bit of Emerson work. What does it matter if to the eyes of the Senior class, and the Sophomores, of course, my color is the same? The reallv important thing is that when I look in the mirror 1 can see but a greenish tinge about the left hand corner, which if my stunt is a success, ought to be removed more effectively than any freckle cream ever boasted. I’m glad to say I shall not be Always THE ERESHMAN CLASS DOROTHY CRABTREE. ’27. ttctat B V V 56 THE EMERSONIAN ‘■LITE AND SONG” The noblest tribute that can be paid to any artist is tlie ability to say of him: his art was an expression of his life. Thus Milton says, “he that would hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and most honor able things.” The surpassing power of example over precept need not be questioned; look at the august names that perpetuate our music, our literature, our art, then look into the lives of these men, and you will find them, in the main, blameless. Was not this purity of life the rock which served as the foundation of their art, upon which they built princely palaces — storehouses of truth and beauty which shall never crumble or decay? Rightly did the poet Keats says of these: “Here, your earth-born souls still speak To mortals, of their little week. Of their sorrows and delights; Of their passions and their spites; Of their glory and their shame; What doth strengthen and what maim, Thus ye teach us, every day. Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!” Art is the history of the spirit of man; it records his ideals of life, of human conduct; his joys and fears, his loves and hates. How can the poet, the painter sound the height and depth of human experience and universal emotion unless he understands and loves mankind with an understanding and a love that is second only to the Infinite? Ruskin does not hesitate to speak of “the religion which has been the foundation of art” — religion too high for creeds, too great for controversy. Wordsworth said it in another wav when he showed “how verse may build a prince- ly throne on humble Truth.” But what of him who builds this throne? Must he not catch a vision from on high, and with clean hands and a pure heart work enough to “watch the Master work, catch hints of the proper craft tricks of the tool’s true play”? Rafael had caught this vision, its divine radiance fell on his whole life; it gave us his Madonnas. Andrea Del Sarto, called the faultless painter, knew that the incompleteness of his life, of his spiritual vision was the great handicap to his artistic work. Of those whose lives are harmonious with their art he says: “There burns a true light of God in them. In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain. Heart, or whate’er else than goes on to prompt This low-pulsed forthright craftsman’s hand of mine.” THE E M E R S 0 N I A N 57 Then, while looking at a work of Rafael’s he says: “Indeed the arm is wrong — Give the chalk here — quick, Thus the line should go! Ay, but the soul! He’s Rafael! Rub it out!” The great masters in literature are sufficient evidence to the world that the lives tempered with fire, fervent, heroic and good, are in art as in all things “helpers and friends of mankind.” What is there to be said of tbe life of a Shakespeare, a Milton, a Scott, a Tennyson, a Browning? Only this: Let us affirm with them that the life is more than meat and the body than raiment. Let us blend our lives with our art, so melodiously and harmoniously that we may at last turn to “Thee, the ineffable Name, Builder and maker, tbou, of houses not made with hands! What have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy pow ' er expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence inqjlying sound. What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more, On the earth the broken arcs, in tbe heaven a perfect round.” ANNE DUNKEL. ’24. SPRING The call of the larks awakens me suddenly from the happy realm of slumber. I tbrust my bead out of the open window to view the world, wrapped in its ephemeral cloak of gray, which is all about me. It is not yet dawn, but an indefinable some- thing seems to have possession of me, and to have transformed the universe so as to fill my wondering mind with astonishment. A rush of new hopes, ambitions, and feelings, but yesterday foreign to me, go coursing tbrougb my veins. My head is fn a swirl, and I am conscious only of the fact that I am alive, truly alive, and that I was never so overcome with pure happiness and the unexplainable joy of living. In boly awe I await the coming day. As the curtain of a stage is lifted silently, revealing to man the drama, so do the mists rise tranquilly and vanish away from the hills, disclosing to man what is his very own to use as he will. His labor lies before bim and now tbe first pink rays of the rising sun warn him to be up and doing. Fluttering song-birds are every- where busy with their spring work. Little green buds awake at tbe signs of spring, and eartb puts on her festal garment. Everjlhing is in harmony, and man needs begin his w ' ork. Ah, it is time to begin the work of the harvest, so let us be up and ready in response to the voice of spring. AGNES SMART, ’25. 58 THE EMERSONIAN REINCARNATION Beating up from the well of the unconscious as a sinking swimmer struggles from the depths into which he is drawn. Stealing into the world of everyday; shrinking from the garish light of the present; following at a distance with im- ploring hands outstretched, and eyes veiled. Longing! For what? It is an aching longing that is as inexplicable as it is unquenchable, never to be satisfied except in dreams, only allayed by books and journeying, and then it comes nearer, touching you, beckoning. It is a longing for the Past. Haunting memories of things long dead. Visions of scenes the ages have blotted off the canvas of the world long since. Sounds of voices in strange tongues, very faint; voices that ring and call in your soul. Longing! To live again in the forests of the Tree Age. To swing from knotted limb to the dense undergrowth, the sun palely glimmering through the dark giant trees. Massive trunks, tiny human forms, naked, terrified, and living with Nature ; children feeding on her breast, in the terrible wonderful vastness of the world untamed. Never to crush red berries fiercely against your lips in the frenzy of animal hunger, or leap, with shrieks of laughter, from branch to branch above the lurking foe. Longing! To wander, white robed among the temples of the ancients. To bow before their shrines, feel what they felt, think their thoughts, and live, and die under the shadow of the Parthenon. To stand upon a mighty wall, girding a city, and hurl upon the besieging army, boulders, molten lead. To feel barbaric blood surging through your veins. Aw- ful? I remember it. Longing! To gaze with wonder at the enigmatic sea, know- ing not what shores, if any, it lapped beside my own. So memories come, unsought, and follow at a distance pleadingly. —DOROTHY B. CRABTREE, ’27. A FANTASY OF THE SEASONS Often have I searched in vain to find the truth about the seasons. Why do they come in order thus — winter, spring, summer and autumn? Then suddenly one day as I sat a-dreaming — I knew. Was it the spirit of eternal youth that breathed the story in my ear? I think it was, perhaps. Once upon a time there was born to mother Earth a daughter, lovely as the starlit night, and wise, and good. Her skin was white and fair, her robe of driven snow hung with a fringe of glittering icicles, and on her radiant hair she wore a crown of tiny frost stars. She was so perfect in her calm, white virginity that THE EMERSONIAN 59 all the world bowed to admire. Yet none dared to woo this wonder-maiden for her loveliness was freezing cold. And the maid was very sorrowful inded. Thus, time went on. One day the god of Love took pity on her sad plight and sent from Mount Olympus a man, thrice charmed, who might woo the maid and never feel the cold. He was clad in raiment of brightest gold, whose very presence warmed all near him. Down from the heights he hastened on swift and shadowy feet, and the path where he had come was marked by a rainbow of wondrous colors. When the maiden saw him she was dazzled by his beauty. Boldly he wooed, and her heart began to melt toward him. Then one day this daring lover kissed the maid. Her heart was loosed within her and she smiled back upon him. Like a soul — newly-freed, she threw off her snow white robe and donned a gown of fairest green. Garlands of flowers she hung around her neck and in her hair — violets, anemones, and hawthorn buds, so that her lover might find her pleas- ing. She sang to him of her great love, and at her voice the first song birds were born. Earth with its hoarded sweetness overflowed. Time went on and their love grew more perfect day by day. All the world seemed harmonious. Their lives were filled with sunlight, and the fragrance of roses, and the lullabies crooned by the warm south wind. And they vowed to each other that they would live like this for ever and ever. But the god of Love needed the maiden’s lover, and he sent a messenger to tell him to return. So at last they had to say farewell, and he returned to Olympus, while she, longing night and day for her lover, grew listless and sad. The sun burned fiercely, scorching and withering in its keen intensity. Her flowers drooped and faded; the birds flew away; and everything seemed to grow numb. For a while she waited patiently, hoping that he would return. And the world was filled with the rustling of the leaves and the melancholy moaning of the winds. In vain did the leaves put on their brightest dresses to cheer her sad heart. Day by- day she pined until a little sparrow, who flew around a great deal and was very- wise, told her that her lover would come again when the first robins sang. And so she donned once more her robe of snow, and waited for the song of the robins to bring back her lover. And sure enough when the first note of the little redbreasts came trilling forth, the maiden’s prayer was answered. Now all winter long she waits for him, and every spring he comes to her again. And thus through all the ages will these lovers every year meet, love, and part, to meet again when the robins sing, while Youth dreams on of immortality. M. W. TOWNSEND, ’25. 60 THE EMERSONIAN RESOENDS OE SOUNDS IN THE KNOWLEDGE ROOM I sat in the study room of the Boston Library one afternoon, for (juiet medita- tion. Although it was very still, I was amazetl at the many sounds that echoed through that long, high, arched room. A shrill whistle without, rejjeating itself at regular intervals, told the story of active traffic on the trolley lines. The honk — honk — honk of a deep base horn car- ried my mind out to a hig truck trying to get the right of way, and a long, deep buzz reminded me that the trains underground were whirring along, while I was still within that study room trying mentally to soar higher. Squeak, squeak, went the librarian’s chair at the desk, and I knew without looking up that he had whirled around for some bit of necessary knowledge. Bing, hang, thump, and a card is stamped recording a book brought back to its home (juarters. Click, click, click, hing! Thump, thump, sculf, sculT, came the next succession of sounds close by, and judging from the fresh zephyrs that cooled my perturbed brow, I was sure a window or two in the great arches had been dropped. Glancing up, I confirmed my thought, when a young hoy came along by the side wall thumping the long window pole. As each fell inward on chains, it seemed to say, “Thus far and no farther may you go, little window.” Skiff, skiff, clack, clack, chitter, chatter were the echoes that next greeted my right ear as a group of young girls whisked into the room, lady-like and apparently quiet; while the other ear seemed to catch a medley of sounds: intelligent uses of handkerchiefs, wise and unwise clearing of throats, and heavier foot treads of those who must have gained satisfactory knowledge, judging from the decision borne away on the soles of their understandings. Punqj, pump, zim, zim, pop! came a succession of thuds from a machine at the rear of the desk, as if a small saw-mill had been set to work to produce more boards for library shelves, hut it was only a young boy doing his duty as part of the staff, and stamping a succession of filing cards. Creek, scrape, ca-chunk resounded next. The legs of a chair scraping on the marble floor told the tale of a restless student who must rove in some direction e’er his fevered brain bursts asunder with too much knowledge. Clip, clap fluttered the leaves of a book in the hands of a restless girl, who has not yet learned to concentrate. Clink, clink go the buttons on a fancy coat as they tap out the character of the wearer against a wooden chair. Rur, rur, rustled the leaves of loose paper as a studious fellow gathers up his essay, and with a snap twines an elastic about his precious roll of knowledge. He continues to produce a few more sounds as he adjusts the chair to the table and his coat to himself for the necessary steps to take him out into the ozone of life. THE EMERSONIAN 61 THE RAINBOW BRIDGE A Pierrot and Pierrette Novelty Scene: A woodland plot. Pierrot is seated, gazing ahead in deep thought. Pierrette (running in): Pierrot, Pierrot, where did you go? I’ve searched for you everywhere.” Pierrot: Oh, why did you come and scatter my dreams? Pierrette : Your dreams? Why all those I share. Pierrot, don’t I share your dreams any more? our heart, did you give it away? Since yester-night you’ve seemed so queer And I’ve been so sad all day. Pierrot: ou sad, Pierrette? Why your heart is too light to feel e’en the weight of pain. Pierrette: Oh, Pierrot, how can your lips say those words? Must my love be repeated again? Pierrot: Oh, I’m tired, Pierrette, of your light-hearted ways. Pierrette: Pierrot, what it is you say? Pierrot: I’ve ceased to find pleasure in smiles all the time. One tires of al- ways the gay. Pierrette: You don’t like mv smiles. How you begged for them once! And my happiness wearies you too. Oh, Pierrot, I thought you loved me that way And I played the part just for you. Pierrot: Oh, leave me, Pierrette. Pierrette: But, Pierrot — Have you given your heart away to some other love? Pierrot: Yes, and with her I am going today. Pierrette: Oh — Oh, — Pierrot, Pierrot My heart you have broken in two W hat — what is the name of the one that you love? If ’twas only a dream and untrue! Pierrot: What difference can it make to you? Ah she is wondrous fair And Echo is her name — she calls From the dell, I must meet her there. ( Exit ) Pierrette (holding out her arms) : Stay, stay, I will no more he gay. Come back — I promise so. — Ah, life is death when love is gone 62 T H E E M E R S O N I A N Pierrot, l ierrot Pierrot. ( It has gradually deepened into twilight shadows. Pierrette sinks down and wee])s. ) Song of Eireflies I form ring and dance — with lanterns ) W hen the moon comes up and the world is still . ' nd the fireflies dance in the shade of the hill, They wave their lanterns aloft in the air To see in the shadows everywhere. If the world’s all gay when the night is young. They }iick up the notes of the song they’ve sung And softly flit through the moonlight trees To the land that no mortal ever sees. iSto]) the dance, discover Pierrette. I 1st Eirefly: But tonight, the world is sad it seems. 2nd Eireflv: ’Tis a mortal, too, who has lost its dreams, drtl Eireflv: And she weeps, and forfeits the task of the dew. 4th Eirefly: Alas! ’Tis proh ' lv her dreams n’er came true. 5th Eireflv: Let’s away to the Palace of Love, for she will know what to do — with ])hilosophy. All: The fireflies flit with their lanterns away To summon the Goddess of Love here to stay. (Love enters) Love : Ah, little Pierrette, why weep’st thou? Such bitter tears will furrow thy brow. Pierrette : Ah , Love, life is no longer dear Mv Pierrot has gone, the world seems drear. Love — And who did he go with and, Pierrette, why? Pierrette: He to Echo went — alas, I sigh. ’Twas all because he weary grew Ah, Love, of me, what can I do? Love (waves wand): I’ll look into the distance there. Pierrette: Oh, tell me, do you see the pair? Love: es, Pierrette, and can you guess? Pierrot feels the loneliness. Echo did but want to play She heard your cries and felt dismay THE EMERSONIAN 63 And told Pierrot what ’twas you said And now he wishes he were dead Ehiless he can come back to you. Pierrette : Oh, j)iay that what you say is true! And that he loves me as of yore. Love: Aye, the truth is that — yea, even more. Pierrette : Then why does not my own Pierrot Hasten hack and tell me so. Love: He cannot come, there is no way I nless a bridge is built. Pierrette: Oh! (Weeps). Love — Stay! With wand I’ll take these fallen tears And span a bridge, pray calm your fears. ( And Love threw a tear into the blue And lo, it changed to a soft red hue. Tear followed tear with accurate care Until the rainbow bridge stood there. All red, orange, yellow and violet too And all the colors of rainbow hue. — And Pierrot walked on the br idge adown His heart all love — with banished frown.) Pierrot : Pierrette, you love me, love me say. Pierrette: Pierrot, I’ve loved you every day. And, oh, Pierrot, real love have we To last into eternity. (And olf, an Echo, solemnly, Made answer “To eternity.”) EDNA CASS, ’26. THE EMERSONIAN 64 SOME ASPECTS OE TEACHING THE SPEECH ARTS Joseph E. Connor It is only within the last few years that the American people have realized the importance of teaching the speech arts, not as a vocation — a means of earning a living — hut, more universally for its cultural value. As society is organized today it is essential that every person who hopes to make his way to ev ' en comparative eminence shall be able to express his thought in good, concise English. In t his modern world so largely dominated by specialists in various fields of endeavor, not only has the man who can express himself with distinction a manifest ad- vantage. hut he who cannot is hampered from the start. The highest skill in the art of speech which can be acquired is of instant practical value in every pro- fession. The best thought of our academic and literary circles is becoming more acute- ly aware of the value of teaching the speech arts to the youth of our land. It is evidenced in the many new courses in public speaking, dramatics, oral English and expression that have been established in our schools and universities within the past decade. As we grow older nationally, we are coming closer and closer to the Oriental j)hilosophy of life, which teaches us the value of self-cultivation; lor what we make of ourselves individually determines the character of the nation. There are still some people, however, who say that the power of expression is inherent and that it need not, nor cannot, he taught. It is admitted that there are manv people who are naturally incapable of creative work of any kind, and that no one can develop what does not exist or, as so often happens, what has been killed in early youth by teachers and parents in an unintelligent attempt to bend the twig in the wav it should grow. But I believe that most people are possessed of at least a spark of creative ability, however undeveloped and however deeply buried it may seem to be. It has long been a weakness of our educational system that, though skill- fullv we have taught our youth to make a living, we have put too little emphasis on teaching how to live. Most of us who have reached full maturity are bitterly aware of this — women as poignantly as men. In the Victorian era a girl was cultured if she could paint china, play the j)iano and quote poetry. But these were artifices merely designed to increase her value in the marriage market and were of little value in her self-development as wife and mother. The modern girl, trained in the art of self-expression — in the abilitv to express thought felicitiously, in conversation, or before her club, the civic league or her Sunday School class — is heir to an infinitely happier future. As her husband’s real companion, as her children’s spiritual and mental guide, she is a blessing to society, a jov to her family and a host in herself; and gloriously conscious of her intellectual independence. THE EMERSONIAN 65 Women have always been readier of expression than men. Instinctively they learn that to write a letter or to set down thought in a diary is to ease both heart and mind — to hnd an outlet for their emotions. But such effusions rarely serve any other purpose. They offer an outlet hut no income, either cultural or otherwise. Now, to be effective in speech, as in any other form of art, one must serve an apprenticeship in its especial technique. No one imagines he could play the piano without arduous practice and many lessons in technique. An unusually talented person may teach himself an art, hut, lacking a sound technical training, his progress will be much slower as he fumbles his way along. It is surprising how many people seem to believe that to become an effective speaker all that is needed is an audience, a platform, and an idea. Now and then, it is true, an un- usual personal experience or belief, expressed under stress of deep feeling, how- ever crudely, will find its way onto the public platform; hut this is always in spite of, and not because of lack of training. In most creative arts the training — that is to say, the technical exercises — is largely manual and therefore visual, as in painting or sculpture. Its various stages build up to completion before your very eyes and you have a hearty respect for, and a fair comprehension of, the necessity’ of becoming familiar with the tools of a given craft. In the art of speech the training is so largely mental and so obscure to the layman that he rarely perceives how much more subtle and difficult is the use of words in painting a picture than the handling of any other medium of expression. Nor does he comprehend how completely fascinating and how alluringly elusive is the never-ending search for the tone, emphasis, gesture that expresses precisely the required shade of meaning in precisely the right place. In this sense the art of speaking is not unlike the art of painting and happy is he whose real urge to speak effectively is founded on a genuine passion for words and the shades of meaning that lend color to words; for it is with words that he paints his picture. Learning this art, then, is serious business and unless one approaches it with a wholesome respect for certain definite rules — a body of fundamental principles which constitutes its technique — and a hearty willingness to work hard, there is little hope for success. In painting or sculpture, or in any of the handicrafts, concentration is not nearly so difficult because the artist has always the physical object upon which to focus his eye — a visible mass slowdy shaping under his hand. It is infinitely more difficult to sustain concentration in speech, because the thing that is shaping is a mental picture visible only to the eye of the imagination. To the speaker there are two worlds — the world about him and the world within him; the one objective, the other subjective. The first gives forth impres- sions that are modified by the second. That is why the work of any two speakers, describing an identical scene, always will be different in color and aspect, for 66 THE EMERSONIAN ‘“thoughts and emotions are the only real things that stretch between birth and oblivion.” Tables and chairs and so-called facts are not real, however actual they may be. If you do not see a green field, it does not exist for you, but your thoughts and emotions are the acute and ever present realities of a conscious mind. In speaking you will draw upon the world within quite as much as upon the world without; for it is what you feel and think, as well as what you see, that gives breath of life to creative art. This will not be egotism, if you draw upon your inner world as impersonally as you draw upon the world that lies about you. It is so that every creative artist has worked; and thus it is that nearly every great artistic achievement, consciously or unconsciously, is in part autobiographical. But bear this in mind: No matter how industrious, your work as an artist will grow only as vou yourself grow in mental stature. Conversely, as your work improves, so will your mental development be demonstrated. The not necessarily unpleasant drudgery of learning comes first, and the joy of creation afterwards. There are those who say that artists are born, not made; that you cannot teach oral expression as an art. But it is as sure as Euclid that anvthing which can he learned can also be taught. How far you, the members of the class of ’24, will go as professional speakers depends entirely upon yourselves, upon your industry and the urge that is in you. Emerson College of Oratory can no nu)re guarantee your future than a law school can promise that its graduates will be great lawyers. But Emerson can teach you how to speak. What you later do with that knowledge depends upon yourself. THE EMERSONIAN 67 Thus Poesy’s gems lie not On top the lines, But hid in rocks of Thought In Mind’s deep mines. AGNES SMART, ’25. A MOTH A little old moth spied an old umbrella And he chewed and he chewed did this little old fella’ He ate so much he felt life was in vain. So he thought he’d drown himself in the rain So out he went — and I guess he’s there yet; He was so full of umbrella, he just couldn’t get wet. EDNA CASS. 68 THE EMERSONIAN WONDERING I wonder where the petals of the early summer rose Go when seasons change and the chilly north wind blows. I cannot think they droop and die, and turn an ugly brown, Where do they go, 1 wonder, when the leaves come drifting down. I wonder where the butterflies that live but just a day Go when their time is spent and they are called away. I cannot think they then must die and droop their wings W here do they go, I wonder, when the night bird softly sings. I wonder if the Angels don’t take the early rose And let each petal drop into some white cloud as it goes Past the gate of heaven. The color as it blows Blends into the softness just the color of a rose. I wonder if the fairies don’t take the colored wings Of all the short lived butterflies that die when night bird sings, And sprinkle them upon the dew, and when the morning sun Shines upon the dew drop wings — they’re diamonds every one. Oh wind blown rose, and butterfly I cannot think you ever die But that somehow, sometime, somewhere God makes you something wondrous fair! EDNA CASS. THE EMERSONIAN 69 SONNET The sinking sun imbues the dead grey sky With creeping colors, and the kindly night Adumbrates corners of the earth, while I Sit here and wonder, think and write. I wonder if the gleamy moon will hold Her chalice to my spirit’s thirsty lips So I may drink the rare supernal gold In lingering, thoughtful, quenching sips, Or will my moon be silver, cold and stark A silver coin fresh-minted, lying deep In night’s mysterious pocket, bribing dark To let the shadows wander from his keep; But as I watch the dusky long shades fall, T fear that there will be no moon at all. ALICE SANDERS. I have a garden in my heart That’s filled with everlasting spring. I plant the mem’ries in it That my happy moments bring. My happy moments hold so much — A lovely sunset once they brought. And planted in my garden spot. It grew to be a precious thought. One time I saw a mother hen And watched her little chicks a while. I planted just the sight of that, And up it grew to be a smile. ALICE SANDERS, ’26. 70 THE EMERSONIAN THE BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY Proud pyramid of Mind before whose shrine The gods of learning how; old rendezvous Where Past and Present; wrinkled sages true, Debate on mighty mysteries divine. Hushed sepulchre, where Thought lies mummified In Time’s sarcophagus; where Cosmos blends With Chaos; where Reason’s gray censor bends Over Opinion’s paper dust-allied. 0 Sceptic, scorn, deny the life to come! Mock, Atheist, mock! tell us how at the grave Life dies with the sound of the funeral drum; How finite creatures have no soul to save, — But from these walls the Ages sing to me An anthem of man’s immortality. “A STUDENT.” I had made myself think you were dead; It was not so sad as recalling the break. And now I shall see you again! What a dread. Dear longing and hungering ache Steal in with that thought. It seems I shall see A beloved ghost and not the same grave-eyed you, Eor these months I have loved a memory — Realization bewilders, seems strangely untrue. Alice Sanders, ’26 THE EMERSONIAN 71 THE BALLOONS The wind blew around and played a game With the balloon man’s wares He tossed the colorful pile about As if to say, “Who cares?’’ At last the string could not restrain And up, up, up, they flew. All those wicked merry balloons Into the sky of blue. But then I think that God reached out And caught each balloon on high. And mixed the colors with the sunset clouds To float on the evening sky For the red, and the green, and the orange are there. And don’t you think it’s true That God made use of the little balloons When they ran away? — I do. EDNA CASS, ’26. 7 X 7 AT E. C. 0. We never say die at E. C. 0. Seven times seven is the road we go; Seven times seven we hum by the hour. With seven symbols that never sour. We smile at e-dee, and we smile at e-do; We snap up our chest with an open ah-o. We always hum at E. C. 0. — Dr. Emerson ordered it so; Seven times seven we speed the power. With pitch to reach the seventh tower; We toss the tone, like a rubber ball. Till it floats in harmony through the hall. We’ll all come back to E. C. 0. It captivates us, don’t you know; Seventy times seven, we’ll shout and sing. Till heaven echoes back the ring: Freshmen, Freshmen, on we go! B. L I. at E. C. O.I BERTHA M. ROTHERMEL, R. N. 72 THE EMERSONIAN THE MAN IN THE MOON The man in the moon sat on a cloud A-rocking to and fro, And wondered, wondered all the while How things were down below. So he quickly screwed his monocle on And closed the other eye. And peeped upon our planet like A stranger that is shy. But suddenly he withdrew his head Behind the cloud again. And turned a ghastly pale, did he. As though he suffered pain: For what he saw, it blinded him. And that’s the reason why The little f ellow in the moon Has only got one eye. AGNES SMART, ’2,5. FLOWERS Flowers are the smiles of angels Cheering us along the way; Flowers are Hope’s little beacons Brightening the darkest day. Flowers are the breath of music. Wafting peace to those at strife; Flowers are the gems of poesy Scattered on the fields of life. Flowers are the tears of Mercy : Flowers are the words of Love; Flowers are the thoughts of Heaven Sent to us by God above. AGNES SMART, ' 25. Student Senate THE E M E R S 0 N 1 A N STUDENT ASSOCIATION Officers President Vice-President Secretarr-T reasurer Mary Danforth Nonna P’risbie Grover Shaw Student Senate Representatives Freshman Thelma Watson Dorothy Leathers Phoehy Dowdy Edna Cass Sophomore Elizabeth Buchanan Bernice Standish Kathrena Williams Junior Helena Cook Anita Richardson Senior Kathryn Kelchner Dorothy Taylor Vivian EfTinger House Presidents Southwick Hall Carlotta Hutchinson Hazel Hughes ( 2 ) Marlborough (1) Klonda Lynn (1) Klonda Lynn (2) W illard Hall 7.eta Phi Eta Mabel Valla (1) Alicia Hamhly (2) Helen Brown ( 1 ) Elfreda Voos ( 2 ) Ross Hall Evelyn Miller (1) Madeline ChafTee ( 2 ) Kappa Gamma Chi Eleanor Crane ( 1 ) Ruth Wyatt (2) Hicks Hall Phi Mu Gamma Elsie Van Ness ( 1 ) Elsie Van Ness l2) Vivian Effinger ( 1 ) Doris Tallman (2) Debating Club THE EMERSONIAN 77 DERATING CLUB The officers of Lanffida Sigma, the Fanerson College Debating Club, for this year have been: President, Helena Cook; Vice-President. Ruth Wyatt; Secretary, Minnette Townsend, and treasurer, Thelma Evans. Most of the members are also in either the Junior or Senior debate classes and there have been many interesting class debates. Hence mucb of the club work has not been open to the public. On Wednesday evening, March 26, a team from the Junior debate class met representatives of tbe night school. The (juestion being — Resolved: That the age of compulsory school attendance for children should be raised from fourteen to sixteen years. Tbe affirmative was upheld by Mr. Hood, Mr. alamon and Mr. Derard. The negative team comprised Mildred Metcalf, Evelyn Sneider and Fran- cois odrie. Grover Shaw presided over the debate, and Mr. Connor acted as time- keeper. The decision was rendered by Dean Ross in favor of the negative. Miss Margarette Jesophine Penick concluded an interesting evening by reading most de- lightfully the morality play “Experience.” The debating club has taken in several new members and is looking forward to opening up a new field in intercollegiate debating next year. f SOUTIIF.UN ClUR THE EMERSONIAN 79 SOUTHERN CLUB The usual Southern hospitality was manifested when the girls of 1922-23 en- tertained the new members at luncheon on October eighth, nineteen twenty-three. The public activity of the year was the Southern Club Stunt, April 17, 1924. It was made up of two parts. The first was a medley of old Southern melodies. The girls were charming in their lovely old-fashioned costumes. The last part of the program was a negro camp meeting, an interesting unit of Southern life. Several books have been presented to the library. They are: Miss Mildred Ruther- ford’s “Southern History and Literature;” Clarke’s “Reminiscences of Sydney Lanier,” and Mrs. W. D. Lamar’s “Sydney Lanier, the Musician Poet.” President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer News Reporter OEEICERS Christine McWhorter Francois odrie Ruth WN-att Mildred Kindly Leslie Robinson MEMBERS Harriet Reiser Lucile Elvidge Marjory Brash Judith McDaniel Vivian Burton Christine McWhorter Florence Borwick Elizabeth Nichols Deborah Creighton Liela Pyron Elizabeth Coleman Elvira Redmond Madge Deberidarfer Anna Mayburry Ralston Phoebe Dowdy Alice Rigby Laura Dickerson irginia Robards Ernest Embrey Leslie Robinson Anna Mae Epstein Kathryn Stafford Ceinwyn Ellis Mildred Shook Dorothy Hill Sydney Tresslar Jane Hansen Francois Vodrie Mildred Kindley Mabel Valla Helen Kraft Thelma Watson Joy Mills Ruth Wyatt Mary Mustard Lorena Smith Ann Sterling Mary Elizabeth Moffert CANADIAN CLUB The Canadian Club which, due to lack of numbers, had been inactive during the past two years, has sprung into activity again. Plans are being made for a Canadian day. Officers Honorary President President ..... Vice-President .... Mrs. Charlton Black Audrey C. W inter Lorna Rumball M iriam Eckert Dorothv ardon A1 icia Hambly Members Lorinda Zavitz Eleanor Trites Mrs. Marv Wells Y. W. C. A. CABINET President . . . . Vice-PresUlent Secretary . . . . Treasurer . . . . L rider graduate Representative Program Chairman Publicity Chairman Mildred Kindley Kathrena Williams Helena Cook Kathryn Kelchner Ruth Wyatt Elizabeth Buchanan Hazel Hughes Menoraii Society THE EMERSONIAN MENORAH SOCIETY The Menorah Society of Emerson College aims to promulgate the study and advancement of Jewish culture and ideals. This year the members have been striving to help the Emerson Endowment Fund through a series of bridge parties and a dance given in Huntington Chambers. Menorah hopes to keep up this work and help Emerson get its new home. Officers President Lillian Silverstein Vice-President Beatrice Garber Secretary Ruth Cummings Treasurer Members Dora Mitnick Cynthia Altshuler Dorothy Morris Lillian Burman Nathalie Nathan Beulah Cooper Patrina Potter Mynna Gordon Helen Michelson Dorothy Gordon Bella Slotnick Beatrice Gerstein Gladys Weitzman Ruth Gindea Helen Ruth Zeiman Anna Mae Epstein Mildred Rudginsky Ruth Brahms Rhoda Marget Helen Kerner Edith Kramer Adeline Katz Harriet Piser Ruth London Florence Lebowitz Florence Goldberg j INicwman (]u;i5 THE EMERSONIAN 85 NEWMAN CLUB A Catholic club was established in Emerson this October with the intention of holding a meeting once a month to further the social, educational, and religious interests of the girls. It was called the Newman club in honor of Cardinal Newman, who besides being a sincere friend of all students, is also an author of note. Miss Mary A. Wynn and Mr. Joseph E. Connor are faculty members. The speakers at these meetings have been Reverend Father Fletcher, Chaplain of the club. Miss Mary A. Wynn, Mr. Joseph F. Leary, president of the Federation, New England Province, and Mr. Joseph E. Connor. The club joined the Federation at their annual communion breakfast at St. Cecilia’s church. The first meeting was held November nineteenth for the election of officers with the following result: — President, Edith FitzGerald; vice-president, Mary H. Casey; secretary, Marie M. Demuling; treasurer, Mary W. Ready. December fifth the New England Province of the Federation of College Catholic Clubs, presented the “Charm School” at Whitney Hall, Brookline. Miss Wynn directed the play and several Emerson Newman Club members took part, among them Marie M. Demuling, Esther D. Flanagan, Catherine Mulligan, Edith D. Fitz- gerald and Charles L. Carey. December seventeenth the club had an informal dance in Huntington Cham- bers Hall for the benefit of the endowment fund. The members of the Newman Club of the Boston University College of Busi- ness Administration invited the Emerson Newman Club to join them in a Leap Year dance at St. Cecilia’s Guild Hall, February twenty-ninth, and plans for a real Leap Year party were immediately made. The Newman Club members hope to accomplish a lot for Emerson through the Federation. The first week of July there will be the annual Federation convention at Cliff Haven, Lake Champlain, New York, to which the club intends to send a representative from Emerson to present the constitution in order that Emerson may be represented with the other colleges from various states and Canada. ELEANOR CRANE ELFREDA VOOS Assistant Editor Art Editor FLORENCE DAY Literary Editor CHARLOTTE CROCKER Editor-in-Chief HANNAH KERWIN CATHERINE STAFFORD Business Manager Joke Editor HELEN BROWN Advertising Manager YKAR BOOK STAFF ™TEF!NIT!ES Kaim’a (Jamma (jii THE EMERSONIAN 89 KAPPA GAMMA CHI Founded 1890 Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Colors — Green and White Jewels — Emerald and Pearls Flower — Lily of the Valley Honorary Members Mrs. Henry L. Southwick Mrs. George Dusseault Mrs. Harry Seymour Ross Mrs. E. Charlton Black Mrs. William H. Kenny Miss Margarette Penick Officers President .... Helena Cook Vice-President Mildred Kindley Business Manager . Sally Coulter Secretary .... Sydney Tresslar Treasurer . . Marie Demuling Active Members Mary Danforth Mildred Kindley Anna Mayburry Ralston Marie Demuling Helena Cook Sally Coulter Florence Day Eleanor Crane Zara Culp Ruth Day Marjorie Leary Phyllis Rivard Virginia Robard 1924 Audrey Winter Sydney Tresslar Madge Debendorfer Ruth Wyatt 1925 Clara MacIntyre Katherine Stafford Kathrena Williams Winifred Shedd 1926 Edna Smith Bernice Standish Ruth Sargent Elizabeth Wellington 90 THE EMERSONIAN Esther Baldwin Mary Frances Brady Dorothy Crabtree Deborah Creighton Phoebe Dowdy Claudia Dubois Dorothy Eoye Geraldine Duinphy Lucille Ferrol Pledges Esther Flanagan Dorothy Johnston Jane Keast Mary Elizabeth Meffert Mary Minor Catherine Mulligan Elizabeth Nichols Marion Steeve Anna Sterling Lois Stokes Functions and Activities Kappa Gamma Chi opened her doors in hospitality to the College and friends with a house warming at their new home, at 192 Bay State Road, early in No- vember. The first of the Kappa tea dances, for the Emerson Endowment Fund, was held at the Copley Theatre Ballroom on Nov. 21st. A second tea dance was given on Feb. 9th. The Kappa Concert Company, which consists of Florence Day, manager, Mil- dred Kindley, Eleanor Crane, and Elizabeth Wellington, has filled numerous en- gagements in Massachusetts to the interest of the Emerson Endowment. The annual sale of Christmas Cards initiated by members of the Kappa Gamma Chi sororitv, made a very substantial contribution to the Endowment Fund this season. Zeta Phi Eta 92 THE EMERSONIAN ZETA PHI ETA Founded Phi Eta Sigma, 1893 Zeta Phi Eta, 1908 Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Beta — Cumnock School of Oratory, Northwestern Univ., Evanston, 111. Gamma — Drake University, Des Moines, la. Delta — Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. Y. Epsilon — Brenau College, Gainesville, Ga. Leta — Southern Methodist University, Dallas, Tex. Eta — University of Southern California, Eos Angeles, Cal. Theta — Coe College, Cedar Rapids, Iowa Colors — Rose and White Jewel — Pearl E lower — Ua France Rose Honorary Members Edward Philip Hicks Agnes Knox Black Ella G. Stockdale Claude Fisher Mary E. Gatchell Henry U. Southwick E. Charlton Black Walter Bradley Tripp Rev. Allen A. Stockdale Elizabeth M. Barnes Bertel Glidden Willard Maude Gatchell Hicks Gertrude T. McQuesten Associate Members Gertrude Chamberlaine Elvie Burnett Willard Elsie R. Riddell Arlene Bussell Adele Dowling Mary Dowling Active Members 1924 Ernest Embry Thelma Evans Margaret McUaren Phila Strout Rosemary Allen Marian Barclay Helen Brown Charlotte Crocker Mary J. Merritt 1925 Mary Mustard Minette Townsend Francois Vodrie Elfreda Voos THE EMERSONIAN 93 Elizabeth Buchanan Anne Byrne Gladys Evans Esther Hirschfeld Frances Brinkerhoff Ernestine Curby Judith McDaniels Alice Rigby 1926 Dorothy Hill Beatrice Himrod Mildred Shook Helen Thompson Edna Cass Pledges Lorena Smith Louise Stegner Eleanor Writes Alice Whiteside Chapter House — 365 Marlborough Street, Boston It is rumored that once upon a time someone said that Zeta girls could read but not act. Such challenges cannot be overlooked so to prove her dramatic ability Zeta established her own theatre in her own drawing room and called it Zeta Toy Theatre. The seventh annual presentation was given in the new chapter house at 365 Marlboro Street, on the evenings of the twenty-sixth and twenty-seventh of November. Under the direction of Prof. J. C. Connor two plays were given, “The Beau of Bath” by Constance MacKaye, and “As We Forgive Those,” translated from Coppe’s “Le Pater.” Phila Strout took the part of the Beau of Nash, and Mary J. Merritt the Lady of the Portrait in the first play; and Ernest Emhrey carried the lead as “As We Forgive Those” in the part of Rose Morrell. Miss Marion Braley was soloist. The faculty and student body were the guests of the fraternity, bringing much to the professional interest of the evenings. Pm Mu Gamma THE EMERSONIAN 95 PHI MU GAMMA Eouncled Eebruary 1, 1921 Chapter Roll Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Beta — University of Oklahoma, Norman, Oklahoma Gamma — Drake Eniversity, Des Moines, Iowa. Colors — Blue and Black Jewels — Turquoise and Pearl Flower — Sweetheart Rose and Eorget-me-not Honorary Members Mrs. E. Charlton Black Pres. Henry L. Southwick Mr. Joseph E. Connor Dr. E. Charlton Black Mr. Walter B. Tripp Mr. Francis J. McCahe Helen Clark Vesta Clark Mary Cooper Vivian Effinger Norma Frishie Edyth Gwinn Active Members 1924 Vera Hills Helen Kraft Christine McWharter Dolly Quanjer Leslie Rohinson Mahel Valla 1925 Marion Blewer Ceinwyn Ellis Alice Shaw Betsy Woolridge 1926 Doris Tallnian Elvira Red land 96 THE EMERSONIAN Pledges Marion Berkley Beatriee Creighton Florence Desgray Miriam Eckert Florence Desgray Miriam Eckert Lucile Elvidge Marion George Virginia Franklin M arion Gleckler Alicia Hambly Dorothy Hurd Dorothy Leathers Laura Monier Cathryn O’Connor Mildred Ostherg Leila Pyron Ada Riggs Julia Roupe Lorna Rumball Laura Shepard Thelma Watson Chapter HousE ' — 302 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston PHI MU GAMMA PLAY For a number of years Phi VIu Gamma Sorority has presented an annual scholarship play. This year the play chosen was “Loyalties” by Galsworthy. It was directed by Prof. Walter Bradley Tripp, and presented in Huntington Cham- bers Hall on April 3rd. The cast was made up of the entire sorority. PHI ALPHA TAU THE EMERSONIAN ' n; PHI ALPHA TAU Founded, Emerson College of Oratory, PI02 Chapter Roll Alpha — Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, Mass. Gamma — L iiiversity of Nebraska, Lincoln, Neb. Ze o — Carroll College, Waukesba, Wis. Theta — Northwestern College, Napeville, 111. Iota — University of Kansas, Lawrence, Kan. Lambda — L niversity of Texas, Austin, Tex. Mu — L niversity of Oklahoma, Norman, Okla. Ah — Pacific L niversity, Forest Grove, Ore. Omicrori — State Agricultural College, Manhattan, Kan. Pi — Lniversity of Arkansas, Fayetteville, Ark. A ' 2 o—h niversity of Montana, Bozeman, Mont. E. Charlton Black Honorary Members Richard Burton Walter Bradley Tripp Joseph E. Connor Henry L. Southwick Robert H. Burnham ' ictive Members Leon Connell Wesley Batchelder Charles Putnam Grover Shaw In memory of Dr. Ward, who was one of the most active members of Alpha Chapter of Phi Alpha Tau Fraternity. His was one of those rare personalities that combined the officiousness and dignity of position to that of fun-loving and geniality. His absence has been keenly felt in our Fraternity circle. 100 T H E E M E R S 0 N 1 A N Sept. 25 .Sept. 26 Oet. 1 CHRONICLES Registration Day Opening day address, “Personality,” by Henry Lawrence Southwick Pres. Southwick, “Hamlet, A Man of Will” Oct. 11 Prof. Albert E. Bailey, “Climbing King Tut’s f amily Tree” Oct. 11 Everyone present in Miss Penick’s Junior Recital class Oct. 17 Mrs. Southwick’s “Lohengrin” Oct. 18 Katherine Osborne, “The Business of Living” Oct. 20 Children’s Theatre opening Oct. 22 Sophomore Tea for Freshmen Oct. 25 Bovine attitude of Seniors discussed in Prof. Tripp’s Dramatic Art (dass Nov. 1 Laura Porter, “Parallelisms in Poetry and Music” ov. 7 Mrs. Black, “The Twelve Pound Look” and “The Will” Nov. 7 Kappa Reception for Mrs. Black and Mrs. Southwick Nov. 8 Leon Vincent, “Charles Reade, A Study in Eccentricity” N ov. 1 4 Prof. Tripp, “Martin Chuzzlewit” Nov. 15 Rev. Abraham Rebahmy, “The Eastern Mind and the Western Mind” Nov. 22 Entertainment Service Program ov. 26-27 Zeta Toy Theatre, “The Beau of Bath,” “As We Forgive Those ' Dec. 1 Freshmen begin packing trunks to take home for Christmas holidays. Dec. 6 Founders’ Day Program Dec. 13 Senior Recital Dec. 20 Great rejoicing. School closed for Christmas holidays. Jan. 3 Henry T. Sanderson, “The Interpretation of Beauty” Jan. 25 leb. 14 Exam week Senior Plav “Love’s Laboius Lost ” Feb. 21 Prof. O’Neil, “Objectives in Speech Education’’ Feb. 26 “Song Day” opens Junior week Fel). 29 Oliver Larkin, “Stagecraft” Mar. 1 Junior play, “The Shot” Mar. 1 Junior Promenade Mar. 4 Dr. Tehvi Hsieh, “Famous Speakers V ho Have Helped .Me’’ Mar. 7 Oliver Larkin addressed Community Drama Class, “Stagecraft’’ Mar. 12 Mr. Hanley High, “C onditions Among Foreign Students Mar. 13 Sophomore Recital Mar. 15 Beginning Spring Vacation THE EMERSONIAN 101 EACULTY RECITALS Lohengrin October 17 Oliver Huckel Jessie Eldridge Southvvick Julius Caesar . October 24 Wm. Shakespeare Henry Lawrence Southwick Disraeli October 31 Louis N. Parker Edward Abner Thompson Twelve Pound Look The Will ) James M. Barrie Agnes Knox Black Martin Chuzzlewit November 14 Charles Dickens alter Bradley Tripp If Winter Comes November 21 A. S. M. Hutchinscm Ralph Dennis 102 THE EMERSONIAN SENIOR RECITALS I. Beaver Stephen Vincent Benet Ruth Cummings 11. Columbine Reginald Arkell Margaret MacLaren III. Pianologues: (o) Foolish Questions . . . . . W m. Le Bartn (6) Zarah Jane ...... Walter Ben Hare (el An Old Garden ...... Helen Burnside iola Simonds I . Romeo and Juliet, Balcony Scene ...... Shakespeare ■Mildred Forrester 1. Rosalind James Barrie il. Potash and Perlmutter Kathryn Blume Montague Glass 111. The Twig of Thorn . Marie Demuling Marie Josephine W arren Mary Dowling I . Merlin and the Gleam . Alfred Tennyson Anna Dunkel I. The Cyclopeedy Eugene Field C. Wesley Batchelder 11. A Doll’s House . Ibsen HI. Aeneas, the Faithful . Vivian Effinger Harry Stillwell Edwards IV. Twelfth Night . Mildred Kindley Shakespeare Ernest Embry I. Fennel Jerome K. Jerome Kathryn Kelchner II. Boccaccio’s L ntold Tale .....•• Harry Kemp HI. Here Comes the Bride . Adele Dowling Booth Tarkington Christine McWhorter IV. Clive Browning Grover Shaw THE EMERSONIAN 103 JUNIOR RECITALS I. Rip Van Winkle ..... Elizabeth Woolridge II. The Happy Prince ..... Myrna Jones HI. (a) Mon Pierre ..... ( 6 ) De Stove Pipe Hole .... Florence Day IV. Suppressed Desires ..... Myrtle Hutchins Washington Irving Oscar W il lc Wrn. Bruce Amsbury IT rn. Henry Drummond Susan Glaspell I. A Set of Turquoise II. The Wedding Ring HI. Innocents Abroad . IV. Rehearsal JUNIOR WEEK Leila Pyrou Mildred Metcalfe Eleanor Crane Ethel Scagel Thomas Bailey Aldrich . Henry Van Dyke Mark Twain Christopher Morley I. A Professional Visit .... Gladys Monroe II. Pride and Prejudice . . . . . Marion Gleckler HI. (a) Morning Glories .... (b) Dandelions ..... (c) Jack in the Pulpit .... Helen Brown IV. The Platter of Life . . . . . Marian Blewer Margaret Nolan Rudolph Raphael Jane Austen . Madison Cawein Kate Louise Brown Rupert Sargent Holland Stephen Leacock V. The Fool Charming Pollock 104 r H E EMERSONIAN SOPHOMORE RECITALS I. The Hottentot ...... Elizabeth Wellington Sydney Valentine II. The Mansion ...... Zara Culp Henry Van Dyke HI. Hoodooed ....... Virginia Robards Alice Hegan Rice IV. Trouble: A Pet Dog ..... Catherine StenI Louise Karr V. A River of Stars ...... Marjorie Brash I. The Voice From a Far County Elizabeth Nichols Alfred Noyes II. Jean-Marie ....... Lillian MacLeod Andre Theuriet HI. Creative Art ....... Mabel Marshall Booth Tarkington IV. {a) The Flicker of the Flame (6l Wondering Edna Cass V. The Doll in the Pink Silk Dress Dora Mitnick . Original I. The Death of Sydney Carton .... Rudolph Friedrich . Charles Dickens II. The Wreck of the Julie Plante, De Nice Leetle Canadienne, m alter Drummond Phvllis Rivard • HI. As Beautiful as the Morning .... Frances Johnson Eloise Robinson IV. At the Photographer’s ..... Margaret kelly Harriet Ford V. At Home To His Friends .... Dorothy Hill Booth Tarkington V I. Helen’s Babies ....•• Louise Stegner John Habberton THE E M E K S 0 N I A N 105 SENIOR COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM FRIDAY and SATURDAY, MAY 16 and 17 Huntingto.n Chambers Hall 8 p. M. Senior Recitals Ruth Cummings Marie Demuling Margaret Dow Mary Dowling Kathryn Kelthner Mildred Kindley Helen Kraft Margaret MacLaren Christine McWhorter Ethelyn Probst Anna Ralston Viola Simonds SUNDAY, MAY 18—11.00 A. M. Baccalaureate Service — Mt. Vernon Church MONDAY, MAY 19 3.00 8.00 p. M. Adele Dowling, Leader ■Marion Cohh Harriet Diven ivian Effinger Phila Strout Arline Bussell Nora Connors Thelma Evans Hazel Hughes Elsie Van Ness p. M. Alumnae “Pops” Physical Cuilture Exhibition Debate Edith Leger, Chairman Hazel Treadwell, Timekeeper W esl ey Batchelder Anne Dunkei ivian Burton Sara Hunter Grover Shaw Dorothy Taylor TUESDAY, MAY 20 8.00 p. M. Senior Play, “Mary the Third” — Fine Arts Theatre By Rachel Cr others Cast -Mary the First Sydney Tresslar Father Vesta L. Clarke W illiam Vera Hills Bobby Harriet Diven Mary the Second Mabel Valla Lynn Norma Frisbie Robert Kathryn M. Blume Hal Marv Danforth Richard Phila Strout Lettie Madge Debendarfer Mary the Third Ernest Embrv Max E. Leslie Robinson Mother Audrey W inter Nora Hazel Treadwell Granny Mildred Forrester WEDNESDAY, MAY 21 12.00 M. Alumnae Luncheon — Copley Plaza 8.00 p. M. Commencement Exercises Address, Henry L. Southvvick “Love’s L rours Lost THE EMERSONIAN 107 SENIOR CLASS PLAY Tlie Senior class of ’24 presented “Loves’ Labours Lost” in Huntington Cham- ber’s Hall on February the fourteenth. This Shakesperian comedy is the fifteenth annual production of Old English comedies, by the college. The play was pro- duced under the direction of Walter Bradley Tripp. Special credit must be given to Grover Shaw and to the cast for putting the play “over the top” in spite of the fact that Prof. Tripp was confined to the hospital and unable to conduct many of the rehearsals. Dramatis Personae Ferdinand, King of Navarre Langeville 1 Riron I lords attending on the King Dumain J Boyet lords attending on the Mercade Princess of France Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard Sir Nathaniel, a curate Holofernes, a schoolmaster Dull, a constable Costard, a clown Moth, page to Armado A Forester The Princess of France Rosaline 1 Maria I ladies attending the Princess Katherine J Jaquenetta, a country wench Blackmoors Anna Mayburry Ralston Marie Demuling Audrey Winter Mary Danfortb Vesta Clark Thelma Evans Norma Frisbie Carlotta Hutchinson Marion Cobb Ruth Wyatt Leslie Robinson Christine McWhorter V ivian Effinger Adele Dowling Ernest Embrey Harriet Diven Mildred Kindley Kathryn Kelchner Francois V odrie, Edna Cass THE EMERSONIAN 108 JUNIOR WEEK ‘ Specteimir agendo.” ( Eet us be judged by our deeds. I Once every year it is given unto eacb class to show its spirit, ingenuity and ability, and the Class of 192.5, was not found wanting this year. Tuesday morning, Eebruary 26tb, at nine o’clock, marked the beginning of one of the most eventful weeks on the calendar for the college year. The curtains were drawn aside revealing to us the Emerson M usic Shop. The most enormous musical staff we have ever seen, furnished a unique and picturesque background for this scene, and at the appointed instant we saw the cold, black notes transformed into the glowing, intellectual countenances of the girls of the Junior Class. Miss Elfreda oos lead the singing and we listened with rapture to the tuneful airs sung to each member of the faculty. Some were sprightly, and some were solemn, but they all won our hearts. At the close of the singing, the Juniors marched slowly from the stage separating in two rows down the aisle, and formed an arch of intertwined laurel leaves, under which the Seniors, stately in their black caps and gowns, marched out of the hall while from the bal- cony streamed a soft, mellow glow, the rest of the hall being in darkness. Con- trary to the usual custom, the Juniors this year, did not shower the Seniors of 1924. with confetti, but sbed light upon their pathway, instead, as they marched out to the strains of their Earewell Song, sung by tbe Juniors. Eather Time, in his mighty hall. Adds Class Twenty-four, And Class-mates now must bid adieu To those who’ve gone before — Seniors ere you must leave us. — We bid you fond farewell — Class-mates, your tender memories, Eirm in our hearts will dwell. Eet sunshine light your pathway As down life’s road you go. Let time only bind tbe old tie. Good bye — good bye. On Wednesday morning we were transported to happier regions above this sordid earth and with much curiosity and mirth, were privileged to witness the entrance of our worthy faculty memhers into heaven. St. Peter must have antici- pated a difficult time for we recognized several representatives of the lower regions who had been imported to enforce law and order. It proved a wise foresight for some of tbe prosjiective candidates for that lofty sphere gave signs of becoming quite unruly, especially Trijqiy,” when he found out that he had been cast as gleaner of the entire act. However, a happy ending was brought about by the THE E M E R S 0 N I A N ]() ) timely arrival of “Jimmie,” the elevator boy, who conducted them hack to earth again that they might have further opportunity to serve the Class of ' 25, and ex- piate their sins. The usual lecture period on Thursday was given over to recitals, the follow- ing Juniors taking part: Leila Pyron, Mildred Metcalfe, Eleanor Crane, and Ethel Scagel. Eollowing the recitals a sale of Carnations and Prom tickets was con- ducted in the ante-room with great zeal, and by noon time college spirit had reached a height in the entire student body which has seldom been e(jualled. On h riday morning we were privileged to listen to an address hv Professor Trip]), one of Emerson’s most beloved instructors, who brought us an inspiring message embodying Emerson ideals and principles. His speech is given in full on the following pages. Saturday morning, “The Shot,” a one-act play, written and directed by Leon H. Connell of the Junior Class, went off “with a hang.” It was a Russian play, giving us a hue character analysis of a commanding officer of the Russian Army who tricked the woman he loved into marrying him through a dishonorable repre- sentation of his rival, another officer. The plot of the play was one of intense action. From the opening lines to the last word, atmosphere permeated the entire hall. As the curtain rose we beheld the interior of an officers’ barrack room. A group of Russian officers were husilv engaged in card-playing and in a discussion of the private affairs of their Chief. An aged mail-man interrupted their conver- sation with news of the arrival of Captain Gurko, the hitter enemy of their be- loved Chief, Silvio, and they became filled with a fear of impending tragedy at the thoughts of the imminent meeting between the two. That things must come to a crisis was inevitable. The entrance of Count Gurko stuns the officers, hut they are delighted with his bride whom he has taken with him. The Countess and the soldiers depart, leaving Gurko to his wine. Silvio entered and there followed a heated conversation between the two rivals. They draw lots to decide who shall fire the first shot. Gurko cheats to gain the advantage hut is detected by Silvio. As Silvio is on the point of shooting the Countess enters and ap{)eals to Silvio to spare the life of the man who is her husband. Silvio is persuaded and departs leaving man and wife to their own fate. The complete cast is as follows: W illis Florence Day Silvio Leon H. Connell First Officer Helena Cook Captain Gurko Philip Rice Second Officer Elfreda oos Countess Melekofl Betsy W oolridge Statsi Mildred Ford The final and most to he remembered event of the week was the Prom, which was held at the Coplev-Plaza Ballroom, followed by a midnight supper in the West- minster. Surely it was a week of unrestrained mirth and good spirit, and much credit is due to the hardworking committee having conducted one of the jolliest Junior Weeks in Emerson’s history. 110 THE EMERSONIAN JUNIOR WEEK ADDRESS Mr. Tripp I greatly fear that what I liave to say to you may seem trite ami commonplace, and 1 will confess at once that I have come to you with no new message or startling theories, hut just to say a few words on a subject which is very near my heart and upon which I have profound convictions. Sincerity in my point of view, not depth of treatment, is what I have to offer. W hat I really want to talk about is the matter of preserving our ideals and of avoiding the pitfalls set by the materialistic standards of the day; rather than a desire to impress you with the practical needs of our profession. It seems to me that our danger lies, not so mucJi in ignoring the practical aspects of our work as it does in losing sight of those high ideals which place the art of Expression (by which I mean to cover all forms of public speech) on a level with those other art forms which are more universally recognized as being Arts. It is the danger which confronts us of the artist becoming the artisan which is our constant menace. We live ill an essentially practical age and the trend of modern life does not lead towards an idealistic expression of what lies deepest in us. Although it is impossible to put aside all consideration of material reward, nor is it in any way desirable that we should do so, yet a word at this time to rouse us to the fact that we have a j)lace in the educational scheme of today which should have for its pur- pose something more than the mere training of efficient talkers may not be entirely superfluous. W hatever we can do to make for greater efficiency in speech is no doubt the necessary and practical aim, and Heaven knows that the average public speaker of todav, whether on platform or stage, does need “treatment” sadly. But I believe that the majoritv of us realize this and my experience tells me that there is far greater danger of making our work a scramble for dollars and cents, rather than the inspiration which should lead to truly greo expression. President Southwick in his opening address last Fall said this: “There is one kind of education which wisely or unwisely, is receiving increasing emphasis. The end it seeks is efficiency for a particular task, for wage e arning in a certain occupa- tion. It plans to give an intensive training that shall be absolutely up to date. From the simjile to the complex it is a utilitarian, practical, modern, intensive train- ing for earning a living by preparing the student to do a particular thing particularly well; and, as most men have to earn their way, as all men ought to, just this is what education means in the minds of millions of men and women. To them, all else seems beside the point — at the worst a waste of school time, at the best a concession to an accomplishment and an indulgence, some petty fringe upon the garment of education.” T HE E M E R S 0 N I A N 111 This is true, but is it enough? There is now, or there soon will he, a need for men and women to go forth into the world and preach, not from the puljiit alone, hut in every place where the human voice may be heard, the call to help in stem- ming the great wave of unrest and superficiality which is sweeping the world. Oratory will come into its own once more and it will be the man of broad vision and high ideals who with his voice will do the big things and restore sanity, and above all, stimulate the power to concentrate on the vital things of this life, who will be the new saviour, even as it was nearly two thousand years ago. As teachers of Expression we must stand ready to help in this work of preparation, but in order to do so we must be ready ourselves. Do not think that I stand against that technical and intensive training which alone can develop great power, for heart and soul I believe that those who aspire to the plane of artistry must so master technique that it becomes automatic and that means nothing more nor less than regular, faithful, and unremitting work. With- out mastery of the technique of our art, the interpretation may be sincere, but the execution will be uneven and undependable, marked with individual mannerisms and limitations. No amount of so-called “inspiration” or temperament conceals lack of technical mastery or gives jjrofessional certainty. But whatever our efforts may be to bring about this practical and essential end, it still should he in the consciousness of every teacher of any form of public sjieech that the goal of his endeavor is not merely the efficiency for a living for his pupil, but the character of the life to be lived. He should be able to furnish a new in- sight or incentive, or a deepened consciousness of his own true relationship to life which outweighs in significance the content of many months of ordinary study. If this is not present as a constant spur to lead the way to higher things in every teacher the inevitable result in his own develo])inent is a deadly limitation of his power and ability to inspire. From personal observation I know that many a teacher of Expression who has started out with high ideals and a lofty conception of what lay before him has fallen to the level of a common drudge, not much better off than the squirrel in the cage. This comes largely from a failure to realize that we stand for broad culture if for anything at all, or else if theoretically accepting that viewpoint the teacher finally degenerates into the mere critic, losing the con- structive influence which the true teacher should exert. Carlyle said; “Culture is as broad as the world,” and above all others teachers in our work should he of the highest culture. A friend of mine, an actor of distinction, and myself were discussing not long ago the merits of the so-called broad general education and that of the specialist. To be more exact, the question was whether an actor could succeed better by stick- ing to one line, or by doing what is called on the stage “all-round-work.” Of course we both took into consideration that the tendency of the day in most educa- tional schemes was towards specialization, thereby fitting a man to deal with a 112 THE E M E R S O N I A N certain class of problems for which he had definite prejiaration. But while recog- nizing the value of this method as a general proposition my friend ended by sav- ing: “I believe that a man should he Jack of all trades and master of one.” His obvious meaning was that a man should know enough around his subject to avoid the common danger of the sjiecialist, that of becoming a man of one idea, of seeing nothing beyond his own limited sphere, thus becoming less and less useful as his horizon contracts, as it is sure to do in time. e should be artists, and art demands much of us beyond the mere technical knowledge how to train good speakers. Expression is an art as well as a profession, and we must take ourselves seriously. Balzac, the great French novelist, in defining the purpose of art and the artist says: ‘ " The mission of art is not to copy nature, but to represent it; you are not an abject copyist, but a poet. If it were not so a sculptor could reach the height of his art bv merely moulding a woman. Try to mould the hand of the one you love and see what you will get, — Ghastly articula- tions without the slightest resemblance to tbe living hand; you must have resource to the chisel of the man, who, without servilely copying that hand, can give it life and movement. It is our mission to seize the mind, the soul, countenance of things and beings.” Ours is surely as great an art as Sculpture, and this should be our standard, tbe art of expressing the soul of our ideas in living speech. F nless we have the power to inspire those who come to us with that purpose, we get performance, good perhaps, but still performance, and again we perceive the distinction between tbe artist and the artisan. The latter deals with facts as he finds them; he may attain to a high degree of perfection in presenting these facts, but they will fail to stir the listener because they reveal nothing of that inner life which is the soul of the true artist. Matthew Arnold remarks: “The artist has no scruples about facts, for be does not pretend to draw things as they are or should be, but as they seem. ’ The artisan is furthermore content to represent the superficial; he may have sufficient ability to create a certain effect for the time, but bis efforts will not place bim among tbe master spirits of his age, even though he achieve what is called popular success. It implies in him a certain natural aptitude, but tbe results are far from adequate simply because he does not look beyond tbe external or the immediate success for his inspiration. Such are the men of talent and acquire- ment. But even this much falls short of our ideal. Acquirement is but the learning of facts and the development of the faculties; culture is the acquirement of facts and the development of the inner powers of the individual. The artist must have acquirement, but be must also be a person of culture. Let the student of dramatic act, the would-be aspirant for stage honors, listen to this testimony of a famous French player. He has been discussing realism in acting — the photographic reproduction of action. “Lndoubtedly a woman car- THE E iVl E R S 0 N 1 A N 113 lies her head this way; her eyes soften and droop with just that look of gentle- ness; the throbbing shadow of the eyelashes falls exactly thus upon her cheek. That is it, and — that is not it. What lacks? A mere nothing; but that nothing is all. You have given the shadow of the life, but you have not given its fulness, its being, its — I know not what — soul, perhaps, which floats vaporously about tbe tabernacle of the flesh; in short that flower of life which Raphael and Titian culled.” Are we teaching this to our students and do we embody for them this ideal of every true artist, in whatever material he works, or are we too much engrossed in teaching him the practical value and its cash equivalent rather than those things which develop his better self? Our execution may be faultless, our tecbnique per- fect and yet it may lack that alone which can lift it above the commonplace, and hold a multitude spell-bound by the subtle harm it breathes. As Emerson says: “The best of beauty is a finer charm than skill in surfaces, in outlines, or the rules of art can ever teach, namely a radiation from the work of art, of human character — a wonderful expression through stone or canvas or the human voice of the deepest and simplest attributes of our nature, and therefore most intelligible at last to those souls which have these attributes.” I am not an alarmist nor a pessimist. I believe that there are just sincere and loyal workers in the vineyard as at any time in the past, but I do feel conscious in the younger set who are coming to us for guidance and help of a woeful lack of genuine purpose, and an avowed belief on their part that anything which can “get by” is good enough. I can almost hear one say, “Why worry? W ' e should get well laughed at for our pains if we threw any of that soul stuff to the cold, cold world. Get it across, that’s the thing.” And there are teachers who “fall for this” because it follows tbe lines of least resistance and makes less of a demand upon themselves. But don’t believe that the thing which just “gets by” is good eno’. May I call upon a much greater than I to voice what I feel as the menace to our best endeavor. Robert Browning with his wonderful insight into the mysteries of the human soul has voiced the lesson for us in his “Andrea Del Sarto,” a fine il- lustration of this drifting with the current. Andrea’s experience might well be that of any young man or woman of today. The practical success got the better of him, though we must confess that he was not unaware of his weakness which is more than can be said of everyone in his position. Or is it Browning who sees this inner struggle as perhaps Andrea himself never felt it? Now may I say a word as to another pitfall which lies before us, that of be- coming essentially the critic, a danger perhaps even more common than that of failing to appreciate our opportunities to see “the large issues of life.” Your true critic is keen, intelligent, efficient, but cold and unsympathetic. He creates no enthusiastic response in his pupil, and it should be said that en- thusiasm is as necessary to the successful public speaker as is tbe light of tbe sun to tbis earth. Because of this critical attitude, and I should add that this is in T H E K M K R S 0 N I A N no wav a personal atliliule, that the teacher fails to get the most out of his pupils, for it is only through our sympathetic relation to men and things that we really comprehend them. “Nothing is truly ours Imt what we learn hy heart.” The judicial intellect is that which can look on things without emotion. It is not the mind of the artist, who always has great mental sensihility. “We get true feelings hefore we get true {)ercej tions,” and as Phillips Rrooks once said: “We cease to grow when we cease to hecome symj)athetic listeners.” An extreme exann)le of how far the judicial intellect may fall short of the imaginative faculties in artistic exj)ression may he found in E. C. Stedman’s “Nature of Poetrv.” The author has been s])eaking of the dilference of what he calls the “artistic vision and scientific analysis.” The ellect is ludicrous enough, though his point is clearly proven. He shows the distinction hetween the two methods in the description of one of our constantly recurring coast storms. The po( t .a .. “W hen descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the E(pnnox, Eandward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges Eaden with sea-weed from the rocks.” or: “The East W ind gathered all unknown, A thick sea-cloud his course hefore; He left hy night the frozen zone. And smote the cliffs of Lahrador; He lashed the coasts on either hand. And hetwixt the Cape and Newfoundland Into the Bay his armies pour.” All this impersonation and fancy is translated hy the Weather Bureau who corresj)onds to Sir Critic, into something like the following: “An area of extreme low pressure is rapidly moving up the Atlantic coast with wind and rain. Storm centre now off Charleston, S. C. W ind N. E. Velocity 5-1. The disturhance will reach New York on Wednesday and proceed eastward to the Banks and Bay of St. Lawrence.” The poet’s (and I paraphrase hy saying, teachers) true function is the exercise of an insight which pierces to si)iritual realities, to the meaning of phenomena, and to the relations of all this scientific knowledge.” It must not be thought for a moment that I do not recognize and respect the critical judgment. It has its place and we may frequently improve our tastes hy such form of criticism. My point simjdy is this, that we must not allow ouiseKes to degenerate into mere rule of three critics, measuring the most exquisite fancies hy the yard-stick of reason. Again we are prone to neglect the creative side in our training and become content with the external effect. But how can one he blamed when there are too THE EMERSONIAN 115 many schools (not primary schools either) where ability to present brilliant and superficially effective performance is the only test of a teacher’s success. 1 have frequently visited institutions where our own graduates are teaching and found them cramped and fettered by petty restrictions and a demand for superficial display. What wonder that in time such teachers lose ambition to do the bigger and better things; that the bloom gets rubbed off, and they become complacentlv satis- fied with the success of the moment, this being ample, since no more is required or expected. It is so much easier and the end is just the same as if the heart’s blood had been poured out in the work. The effect is all; as if it could ever he separated from its cause. “Effects, effects. What are they? The mere accidents of life and not the life itself. Neither the painter, nor the poet, nor the sculptor should separate the effect from the cause, for they are indissolubly one.” These words of Goethe have a deep significance as coming from one whose artistic perceptions were a distinguish- ing characteristic. Often we are led to regard the superficial aspect of things and accept it for the whole lesson. Please do not think that I am presuming or officious in saying these things. But I feel the call “to testify” and my heart is filled with alarm that we may allow our light to grow dim. It is not that I fear we shall not be able to meet the prac- tical demands made upon us, for it is a most hopeful sign that our work is being recognized and placed upon a higher plane than ever before. But we must not forget that we are of the chosen. We must preserve our high ideals at any cost and a steady desire to keep the fires burning on the altar. There are those who have weakened and they need our help and the inspiration of our example to lead the way. We have a work to do; practical enough in very truth, and yet we must possess a profound sense of the dignity and nobility of our calling. A man to be an orator, and I use this word in its truest sense, must not only be a mighty thinker and a thinker in many directions, but he must have knowledge of many things. In addition he must be able to think easily, discriminatingly uhile he is speaking. A man may think powerfully, as powerfully as a man can think and not be what we would term an orator because he cannot do so while he is speak- ing as well as he can think at other times. Those who are studying oratory, expression, public speech (what you will) in the right way are ascending the steps of a throne from which one can never be de- throned. Oh, the steps that lead to it! We draw our power from the Infinite, not from a private individual fountain. The little mountain spring would soon be ex- hausted if the clouds, which are constantly filling their cups from the ocean, did not empty them into the spring. So there is in you and me “a well of water, springing up into everlasting life” that continually draws its supply from the Infinite ocean of God’s Love. 116 T HE E M E K S 0 N I A N SOPHOMORE STEM Dear Evalyii: Of course you are coiniu ' to our Sophomore stunl this year. We are going to hurst on the vision ol the school in one pliantasinagoria of color. Mrs. Putnam is directing the “Princess W ' lio Never Smiled” for us, and the action is being written hy a committee from tlie class under her supervision. There are to he novel stage effects, and plenty of humor, and as for the cos- tumes — hut that would he telling, and I don ' t want to sj)oil it for you. Rememher the date. May 8th. MARY. ERESHMAN STENT The annual stunt which the Ereshman Class gave this year differed from stunts given in the preceding years. In place of a vaudeville show or musical comedy, the class of 1927 presented a l)lay in two acts written hy one of its memhers, Marian Beckley. It was a nonsensical spasm called, “Kipling Was Right,” based on that man’s theory that “the female of the species is more deadly than the male.” After a brief prologue in verse, the curtain rises upon the Lyceum in Athens. The time is 32.5 B. C., and we see Aristotle holding his peripateptic school of philos- opliy before five fellow j)arapcts. Aristotle was played hy Caroline Stanley, and the other characters were: Eirst Parapet, Ruth Dobson; Second Paraj)et, Alice Rigby; Third Para])ct, Eva Eranklin; Fourth Parapet, Dorothy Leathers; Fifth Parapet, Bertha Rothermel. The scene of the second act is laid in a veranda of a country club in the year 1924. The j)iologue of this act announced the fact that Kipling’s words hold true in modern times as well as in the ancient days. The characters of this act are: Jack, the hero, Martha Allen; Martha, the heroine, Lucille Earrel; Emmet, the villain, Mildred Ostherg; Ellen, Martha’s friend, Frances BrinkerhofT; Boh, Jack’s friend, Laura Shc])hard. Gymnasium Class 118 THE EMERSONIAN CHILDREN’S THEATRE I nder the able direction of Miss Winn and management of Mr. Connor, the sixth season of Children’s Theatre has proved a great success. Because of the in- creased demand for road productions, it has been necessary to limit the productions in the home theatre to every alternate week. To keep in the atmosphere of the story-book, all of t he ushers are in clown costume and even Miss Winn, the song leader, the story teller, and pianist appear in fantastical costumes. The company this year consists of one hundred and twenty-five Emerson students. They have produced sixteen new plays, namely: Helga and the White Peacock — Cornelia Meigs. Three One Act Comedies — Samuel Cauldwell. The Three Wishes Chocolate Cake and Black Sand The Lhidoing of Giant Hotstoff The Poet’s Well and the Blue Prince — Alice C. D. Riley The Prince and the Pauper — Dramatization of Mark Twain’s Novel Puss in Boots — Adapted Hilltop — W. A. Smith Muffins The Goose Girl — Ethel Sidgwick The Goody Witch — Ethel Sidgwick The Rose and the Ring — Ethel Sidgwick The Queen’s Lost Dignity Rosemary’s Garden Cinderella in Flower Land — Marion Loder The road companies are made up of certain Senior members in the company. They have a repertoire of three full entertainments including, “The Prince and the Pauper,” “Helga and the White Peacock,” and three one act comedies. Among the cities in which they have played are Nashua, Quincy, Lowell, Woburn, and Fall River. In Lawrence they played to the largest audience of the season, numbering about seventeen hundred. One feature of the entertainment which has grown greatly in interest and im- portance is that of the song leader. Thru the cheery singing of these new and novel songs, the children are made to feel that they are a part of it all. That Children’s Theatre can, week after week, hold the interest and attention of hundreds of little children is proof of a most happy fact: that children do not crave the sordid and sensuous elements which they must find in the ordinary movie. When given an opportunity to enjoy entertainment within their own years, they are more than satisfied. It is to give the children good wholesome and worthwhile entertainment that the Children’s Theatre exists. THE E M E R S O I A X 121 EMERTAIXMEM SERVICE BUREAU e are beginning the seeoncl year of work under the Entertainment Service Bureau. For the past two years during the Fall session, members of the student body, under the direction of the faculty, have put on a sample entertainment. These performances have been for people who would he interested in engaging reatlers and platform artists. The programs have consisted of plays and fantasies, as well as readings and pianologues. Certain groups have formed themselves into com- panies and have chosen one number on their program to display at this sample en- tertainment. The work has been most admirably done. The readers have striven to make their part of the program es])eciallv worth while, and the result is — an excellent whole. During last year, these companies made one thousand dollars; five hundred of which went for Endowment. This year, at the j)resent rate the proceeds will greatly exceed those of the preceding year, and as time goes hv, Emerson will he known better than ever before thru the fine (|uality of its readers and players. 122 THE EMERSONIAN DEAN’S BIRTHDAY In all the many and varied programs Emersonians have held in honor of Dean Ross’ birthday, no such startling innovation had been introduced as that on April 5 , 1921 . Eor three days before The Day, mysterious bows of gold and purple appeared on the person of every loyal Emersonian. What did a how ' mean? Why, that the owner had paid a ’Dowment Dollar! The dollars appeared almost as if by magic, and when Dean’s birthday came, Mary Danforth, president of the Students’ Association, presented him with “Oh, so manv” ’Dowment Dollars to give to the pride and joy of his heart, the Endowment Fund. This, perhaps, was Dean’s happiest birthday, because we at Emerson know that he is never as happy as when he is giving to others. 124 T HE EMERSONIAN JOKES I Heard in Eaust Class) Mrs. Southwick — “How many Eaust books must I order?” Madge 1). — “That’s one hook I won ' t have to buy. We have all of Shake- si)eare’s hooks at home.” Miimelte T. — “I think Dean is the sweetest man.” Vesta C. — (Absently mindedly) “Is that the man you tore around with last summer.” Miss Lynn — “Who is the secretary of the Y. W. C. A.?” Accommodating Student — “Grover Shaw.” Teacher — “What is your selection.” Student — “I will give a cutting from The Einger of God.’” The girls all used to say “What shall I wear tomorrow?” But now it’s merely this, “Oh, dear! What shall I borrow?” In Sophomore Rhetoric class Dean was calling on different girls to read their papers. Dean — “Miss Hirnrod, what have you to bring to us this morning.” Bea (enthusiastically) — “I have ‘Divine Eire.’” Two Sophomores seeing the play “Romeo and Juliet” — Eirst Sophomore intelligently — “My father saw the great Shakespearean actor. Booth — Booth? — Oh, what was his name?” Second Soj)homore gazing enchantedly into space dramatically said, “Booth Tarkington !” The Junior to her mail box went Though much against her will Eor this poor little letter box Rehearsal slips did fill. Mrs. Black — “Do you like Elizabeth Browning?” Erosh (unusually green). “I haven’t met all the girls yet. mam. t ' OoT oles 0 n TV e oC shoes re o wf vS Sure TWft ' V W|e i hove (o ' A we nr . I THE EMERSONIAN 127 Peg MacLaren (viewing some darling bungalows) — “What kind of houses do you like best, Tommy?” Tommy E. — “Fraternity houses.” Father — “You can go to Emerson on one condition.” Girl — “Oh, that’s all right, father, I entered prep school on three.” We of the Junior class maintain that the Debate Course should he made com- pulsory for all Juniors for they need it in debating the question, “Which of the six rehearsals shall I attend at 2:45?” Marian B — “Isn’t Boh a dear?” Alice S.— “Why?” Marian — “I never saw him when he wasn’t a stag.” Junior year brings To us here our Junior week, and Check book weak. Then Junior Prom. The Good time bomb. With Your best man and Dancing Gran’ Having fun From eight to one Next Just a bite and Then goodnite School Calm once more For Year ’24 t u; Scotcj THE EMERSONIAN 129 The girl lay dying on her bed And all her friends unto her said “Is there someone you wish to see Before you reach Eternity, Before your life with us is done, Before you leave old Emerson?” Then so slowly she raised her head And to them all she softly said, “Sure there is Jerry down at Yale. Write him to come, he will not fail. Phone Jim MacLaren, he’s now at Tech. Wire Princeton quick to get my Beck. Dick is at Tufts, Bill’s at Cornell Bob at Harvard would come pell-mell In Worcester is my boy friend, Jep He’s mighty nice though ‘just in prep’ But I’ll be thankful wdien I’m dead For one and all I’ve sworn to wed.” Ed — “Do you go in for athletics?” Coed — “Yes, I practice my vocal tech every day.” Miss Winn — “Have you had any experi- O 99 ence : Fresh Freshman — “ es, I had my leg in a cast once.” TO SENIORS!! Even though you did keep this dark — we know that the two biggest stars in the Senior play were a Junior and a Sohopmore. 130 THE EMERSONIAN THE SAD STORY OF IONA CONSCIENCE One clay in September, the dark portals of Emerson were brightened by a new spirit — a phenomenon, in fact — a Freshman with a conscience. Poor girl! Little did she realize as she anticipated the applause of the mul- titude as she received her degree, that that day would never dawn for her. A na- tive such as she could never thrive in the cold blasts of Freshman rehearsals and re- cital classes! And this is the reason! Iona had that sort of conscience that is spelled with a capital C in “Pilgrim’s Progress.” The sort that forces its owner to he on time, to go to the end of a waiting line — and — oh, numerous other impossible, almost unheard of acts. The first day in Boston, Iona waited for hours her turn at ye olde Tin Tubbe, she waited for the breakfast prunes — yea — even for the mail. She started blithely toward school, but had to wait for traffic at nearly every corner. Reaching school, ten minutes early, she went into the Postolfice, and letting her conscience he her guide, she waited patientlv at the end of the line before the stamp window, and was still there when the bell rang, and she had to rush madly chapel-ward. After chapel, she went upstairs to register — and behold, a monstrous line waited before the desk. According to her code, Iona took her place at the foot of the line, and waited. After the first six hours, she lost all sense of time, nor did she notice or feel the pangs of hunger assailing her. A week passed, and Iona’s turn at the desk arrived — hut alas! There was no need to register, nor could she he given cuts, for all that was left of Iona — was a pile of slowly blanching bones — mute testimony to where a conscience will lead. T. E., ’24. Helena C. — “There’s a new course to he introduced into Emerson.” Sally — “What is it?” Helena — “Metallurgy — so the girls can learn to he professional gold-diggers.” Tiio Years Then — First year — Freshmen taste from art’s cup. Second vear Sophomores drink deeply from knowledge’s stock. Third vear — D. T. 132 THE E M E R S 0 N I A A Rosemary — “Are you afraid of mice?” Tex.— “No.” Rosemary — “I didn’t think you would be with your catty disposition.” She — “I got a raw deal. Somebody’s got to fix it right with me.” It — “Well, go to Hel-en Brown.” Hannal K. — “I have five cuts in my debate.” Mvrtle H. — “Oh, I hope it doesn’t prove fatal.” The Senior class of ’24 Shines in Dramatic Art But the best, so Trippy tells us Is the noble Prompter’s part. Freshman in Emerson — “What is meant by ‘Love’s Labor Lost’?” Senior — “Oh, a bunch of girls playing to a deaf and dumb school.” Miss Winn (dress rehearsal l — “Take those off, they’re not your whiskers!” ivian — “W hat are they?” Miss Winn — “Whv they’re one of the costumes for the Hawaiian chorus.” Pleasant Visitor — “I supj)Ose vou have girls from every state in the union in your school.” Helena C. — “Oh, yes, all forty-four states are represented.” I Miss Cook, the subject is states in the union, not brass buttons on a cadet s uniform.) Observation Is a Great Thing Marjorie L. I in Psychology class) — “If you sit down and really think things out it makes vou miserable. I think dumbest people are the happiest.” ADS LARGEST SCHOOL OF ORATORY IN AMERICA HENRY LAWRENCE SOUTHWICK, President Emerson College of Oratory Emerson College of Oratory, in Boston, is chartered by the Com- monwealth of Massachusetts and has a larger number of teachers and pupils than any other similar institution in the United States. It teaches oratory as an art resting upon absolute laws of nature, explained and illustrated by exact rules of science, and gives a thorough training in all the principles upon which this art is based. The course of four years leading to the degree of B.L.I. qualifies students to become professors and teachers of expression and allied subjects in higher institutions as well as to become public readers. Many graduates are placed each year in colleges, normal schools, high schools, academies and seminaries and others are working under various entertainment and platform bureaus. Summer and Evening Sessions. First Semester opens in September. Second Semester opens in January. At the recommendation of the Massachusetts Board of Education, the Legislature has recently empowered Emerson College of Oratory to grant the degree of Bachelor of Literary Interpretation to students who have fulfilled the entrance requirements and have passed success- fully the four years of college work. The Diploma of graduation, with less exacting requirements than for the degree, is granted to students who pursue a full course. Thorough courses in English Literature, Pedagogy, Rhetoric, Dra- matic Art, Play Writing, Story Telling, Anatomy, Physiology and Physi- cal Culture, Lectures, Readings and Recitals. Scientific and pi’actical work in every department. For catalogue and further information, address HARRY SEYMOUR ROSS, Dean 30 Huntington Ave., Boston, Mass. 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