Ensley High School - Jacket Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)
- Class of 1917
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Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1917 volume:
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The Literary Societies
Ensley High School
NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
THERE is an old saying that school is a preparation for life. In reality this is not strictly true, for school is life. Its disappointments are keen, yet it is joyous and happy, finding its expression in many varied activities.
A high school in itself is a complete little community. It is a miniature of all the discouragements, hopes, failures, and successes in the larger world around it. There is the same striving for honor and the same desire to be of service. Friendships are formed, many of which will last through the years that are to come. Leaders develop, help to form the sentiment of the school, and leave their impression,—for good or bad,— even after they themselves are gone. The citizens, like their prototypes outside, are of all sorts; few actively bad. many actively good, and a great many who are good but need to be aroused.
The pages of this book are devoted to a record of some of the more general activities of those who compose the community of the Ensley High School. There is something here of the real spirit of our institution. The same people will not be together next year. The individuals will change, yet the school will continue and the spirit will grow. We hope that, in the larger activities of city, state, nation, and world, all of us may be workers, loyal and true; because, in the smaller activities of our high school community, we have learned to be workers, loyal and true.
Professor L. Frazer Banks.Table of Contents
Introduction -.................................... . t
Tbc Glwun SUIT....................................... !
Senior ............................................. 7
Cl os History..............- -..................•--18
Our Fla -liaising ...................................iU
Semesters Nil ami VI - - - - -- -- -- - .-41
Almost Perfect --------..............................44
Semesters IV ami III - i5
Semesters II and I ...................................W
History of “Tbc Gleam” - -- -- -- -- -- 34
A Warning to Bachelors 83
I 'lass Prophecy - -- -- -- -- -- -- - 37
Pic or Pickles.......................................44
I nole Josh’s Mistake - -- -- -..............13
The Fairy's Cave.....................................44
Our Need Today(Scnior Class Kssay) ------- 48
Daisy’s Handsome Patient...............-----19
Memories (Senior Class Poem) - -- -- -- -- 54
Organisations - -- -- -- -- - -- -- -,»3
Athletics - - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 73
Caught in the Act - -- -- -- -- -- -- -80
Alumni - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 81
Jokes - -- -- -- -S3
Advertisements - - - -- -- -- -- -- 01
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Kathleen McKenzie
Mary Kate Park Marvin Sandefur
George Pick Rebecca Gay
Gladys English Elizabeth Maddox
associate business managers
George McPherson John Aikin
LEO SMITHSON "Pretty Baby"
President. Vice-President of Shakespearian Literary Society; President of Athletic Association; President of the Senior Class; Fire Chief; Character in "The Magistrate" and "The Fortune Hunter."
"Xone but himself can be his parallel"
Semi-Annual Debate, ’15; President, Vice-President of Thalian Literary Society; Character in "The Magistrate "
"A perfect woman nobly planned To tram, to comfort and command"
IX IS BLUE
Marshal of Argonian Literary Society.
"Xo harper for glory,
Xo mendicant for praise"
CONRAD ALBERT “Bread"
Treasurer,Secretary of Shakespearian Literary Society; Character in “Ah You Like It," “The Fortune Hunter" and “The Taming of the Shrew"
“'Tie, aloe, hie modest, bashful nature and pure innocence that makes him silent
All the world might round him stand, And say, 'Here, at least, is a man.' "
Semi-Annual Debate, T5; President, Treasurer, Secretary of Thalian Literary Society;Historian of Senior Class.
“Reward comes from earnest effort."
Art Editor of The Gleam; Class Poet; Vice-President, Treasurer, Chaplain of Thalian Literary Society; Lyric Club.
“One of those brings who never found anything hard to do, except to be prompt.”
Pianist of Senior Class; Marshal of Argonian Literary Society.
“The fear of this you fig lady, whose heart teas not stone,
H as that in tlu end she'd be left all alone;
She stoutly affirmed that rather than that,
She'd take for a wan, a coat and a hatr
HERBERT BRUSH “Tubby"
Assistant Business Editor of The Gleam; Vice-President, Secretary of the Delphian Debating Society; Manager of Athletics ’15-’17; Character in “The Fortune Hunter" and “Th$ Magistrate;" Business Manager of "Twelfth Sight "
7 am a pretty handsome boy,
Just fit to be a lady’s toy"
Associate Literary Editor of The Gleam; Lyric Club; Marshal. Critic, Secretary of Argonian Literary Society.
' Unthinking, idle, wild and young,
She laughed and danced and talked and sung"
Treasurer, Marshal of Thalian Literary Society; Lyric Club; Vice-President of Athletic Association; Treasurer of Senior Class; Captain of Basketball Team, 17; Character in “The Fortune Hunter” and “The Magistrate”
“Her sprightly form and cheery face Made sunshine in a shady place”
ALSTON BUSBY “Hugs”
Editor-in-Chief of The Gleam; Semi-Annual Debate, T6; President, Vice-President. Treasurer of Delphian Debating Society; Treasurer of the Lyric Club; Secretary of Athletic Association; Character in “As You Like It” ”The Fortune Hunter ” “The Magistrate” and “Twelfth Night.”
“Of all great men beneath the skies, The greatest I am—in mine own eyes, For I am crammed with excellencies.”
“Her street smile and unassuming way Won for her many a happy day”
ORENE MARGURITE LAMMERT
Semi-Annual Debate, 1917; Class Prophet; Vice-President of Thalian Literary Society; Treasurer of Athletic Association; Character in "Twelfth Sight” and “The Magistrate ”
“Happy am , from care Vm free,
Why aren't they all contented like me f”
Semi-Annual Debate. 16; President, Vice-President, Treasurer of Delphian Debating Society; Fire Chief; Character in “Twelfth Sight”; Business Manager of “The Magistrate”
“He 1rrareth the look of youth upon him And raunteth not of himself;
A moral and sensible and well - bred fellow
KATHLEEN McKENZIE “Kay McKay”
Editor-in-Chief of The Gleam; Literary Editor of The Gleam; President, Vice-President. Critic, Press Reporter; Chairman of Program Committee of Argonian Literary Society; Semi - Annual Debate, '16.
“I chatter, chatter as I go”
ANNIE LAURIE MERKL
"To give her her due, she has wit."
CLINTON LENDERMAN "Clintie"
"Men of few words are the best men."
HULON McGREGOR "Hue"
Semi-Annual Debate, 16; President, Vice-President, Critic, Chairman of the Program Committee of Armenian Literary Society; Vice-President of Senior Class; Character in "The Taming of the Shrew."
"If she will, she wiU, and you can depend on’t.
And if she won't, she won't, and there's an end on't"
Lyric Club; Treasurer of Argonian Literary Society.
"She is meek, soft at id maidenlike"
Secretary of Shakespearian Literary Society; Gleam Staff, '16; Treasurer of Shakespearian Literary Society; Character in "The Fortune Hunter
"No ill can ur lodge against him."
Treasurer of Argonian Literary Society; Recording Secretary of Senior (•lass.
"Be to her virtues very kind,
He to her faults a little blind "
Vice-President of Lyric Club. 16. 17; Critic of Thalian Literary Society. ’17.
HENRY B. MOOG
Assistant Business Manager of The Gleam; Vice-President, Secretary of the Delphian Debating Society; Business Manager of “Art Exhibition” and of "A Novelry”; Financial Secretary of Athletic Association Ball Games; Glee Club; Lyric Club; Character in “The Magistrate" and "The Taming of the Shrew
"Better a witty fool than a foolish wit"
FRANCES SHELDON "Hop"
Semi-Annual Debate, T6; Secretary. Treasurer of Thalian Literary Society,
“A ting, pretty, witty, charming maid"
Semi-Annual Debate. 15; Critic of the Thalian Literary Society; Corresponding Secretary of Senior Clans.
‘0 manners gentle,of affections mild."
ROBERT RUTLEDGE "Farmer"
Business Manager of The Gleam; Vice-President of Shakespearian Literary Society; Character in "Twelfth Sight
"Here's a bran fellow, a man of pluck."
Secretary of Lyric Club; Marshal. Press Reporter of Thalian Literary Society; Press Renorter of Senior Class; Character in "David Coppcrficld."
"At once I'm gladf and sad and mad. And blue and bright and good and bad; My face is always in repose.
And what I think, nobody knows"
16VIOLET WRIGHT Argonian Literary Society. "QuUt, unassuming and reserved."
uOf a gentle, timid nature "
"She was just the quiet kind Whose natures never vary.
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in January"
17Senior Class History
It was lunch time in the Ensley High School on the first day of the fall term of the year 1975. Large crowds of boys and girls were hurrying to their places at the various tables in the lunch-room, but in the rear were a number of girls who attracted the attention of more than one person, not by misbehavior, but by their bright faces and eager eyes. Evidently they were just entering school. They were discussing their problems in the intimate way in which all girls who are close friends do. Some were complaining about the strangeness of the place, but there was one of a bright, sunny disposition who said: “Yes, I know all that. We
have the privilege, however, of being here in the very room where our grandfathers and grandmothers of the class of 1917 were so many years ago. It seems that I can almost see them now. All of them had such good times when they were here. 1 have heard my grandmother tell of those times, haven't you?"
She was answered by smiles from all. and, “Yes, yes; but do tell us more about the things that they really did do.“
“Well,“ she said, settling down with that air peculiar to all storytellers, “I know that they were the finest set of people who ever went to Ensley High School. However, they did not have a larger class than the one of the previous year, for in 1916 there were thirty-three to graduate, while in 1917 there were only thirty. They may have been lacking in numbers, but certainly not in the qualities which count in the making of men and women. The first part of the class enjoyed starting out in their high school life under the guidance of the new principal. Mr. Dimmitt, and those pupils were the first to graduate under his successor, Mr. Banks. Although the class which entered in January, 1913, was the largest to enter the school, nearly half of its members had been lured away by Diana's apples by the end of the first semester. Many of them were not very well pleased with school because of being called 'Rats but when they saw the class of 1913 graduate they began to have the desire to obtain that goal.
“The next year brought a large class of boys and girls who were to share the honors of graduation with them. What? Oh. you want to know who were chums? Of course, they did not all go about in a bunch. My grandmother said she always remembered what close friends many of them were. Gladys English, Gertrude, Adel! and Bertha could be seen together at any time. Then there were some girls who always went together. They were Orene, Kathleen, Margaret, Frances and Jessie. I believe you could always see Gladys Kike. Ilulon, Grace, Elnora, Lois and Violet together, and if you did not see Emma and Leland with each other you might know that one or the other was not in school. Hattie and Rebecca were almost inseparable. Annie Laurie, the quiet member of the class, was a friend to all. Among the boys, who were greater friends than Leo, Conrad and Hayes? Of course where one found Norman, Clinton and Henry were there also. Robert was a quiet friend to all. Many
of those friendships were made during the first year of school and they always lasted, even though in later years they saw each other rarely.
“The year in which they were sophomores passed by without any unusual events. They were studying hard, and of course time passed swiftly. Many of them were having hard times sailing over the rough seas of ‘Composition and Rhetoric,’ while others lingered three semesters over ‘Wentworth and Smith's Plane and Solid Geometry.’ They say that it was the cause of the failure of many. I suppose that it was a good thing that the teachers had as much patience as they did or they never would have gotten through it. By this time most of them had become members of one of the various organizations. Some who were more gifted than others were chosen as members of the Lyric Club. At last the junior year drew near and they began to be of some importance in school life. Most of them were active members of the literary societies, and some were chosen as members for the casts of various plays given, while still others who did not possess histrionic abilities won places in the semiannual debates. The boys were especially noted for their activities on the field. Sometimes (although the case was rare) they succeeded in defeating their rival. Central High School.”
She was stopped by a question from one who asked: “Did your
grandmother ever tell you about the game they played with Central, in which some one from that team severely injured Leo Smithson?’ All nodded their heads, for they had been told that many times.
“Do go on with your story,” said one of them who had not heard of these doings of the class.
“They were considerably sobered on the first day of the term of 1916. Many of them had a year of hard work before they could reach the goal just in the distance. However, time flew and before they knew it, it was necessary to begin writing their essays—I do dread that part of it, don’t you?” She looked at all the girls for confirmation and each looked very serious and nodded vigorously.
“That semester the grim visitor visited the school and left sad hearts behind. At last January came and seven of the members were safe. They were glad, of course, but they were sorry to think that their days in Ensley High School were over. The others who were to finish in June had as much work as they could very well attend to. but they also managed to get a lot of pleasure out of it. When at last the much-longed-for day came, they walked slowly down the isle with their hearts in their mouths and took their places on the stage. Oh, dear, there is that fifth period bell. Where in the world do we go?”
Our Mag Raising
Each heart beat with enthusiasm, each heart beat with wonder, each heart beat with expectation, each heart beat with a patriotic love for its country and its symbol—our flag. On April the eleventh, nineteen hundred and seventeen, came one of God's beautiful Southern spring days. Everyone and everything seemed infinitely happy; every face wore a smile; everyone felt a mutual love for his fellow student. Thus it was on our flag-raising day.
We, wishing to show our patriotism, chose to raise the stars and stripes to the highest heights on our school building, so that it might float therefrom from day to day to tell the passers-by that English High loved its country.
A short, but impressive, program was given before the flag was raised. The entire school sang "My Country, Tis of Thee," as only Ensley High School can sing it. Miss Bertha Bates gave an interesting and educational talk on "The History of the American Flag," after which everyone fully realized what our flag means. Next came Dr. Henry M. Edmonds' wonderful talk on "Patriotism," and then every one realized the good and the necessity of being patriotic and also that he had a long and rocky road to travel before he could ever acquire an intellect such as Dr. Edmonds’. General Harrison, Commander-in-Chief of the Confederate Veterans, spoke on the hardships of the Civil War, the necessity of being physically prepared in case of war at the present time, and the necessity of planting home gardens for the feared food riot. Being such an old man and having had the experiences of war, he "drove it home" to us as no other person could. The most impressive part of the program was rendered in front of the school building, where the student body, teachers and visitors assembled to see the flag raised to its height. Two of our boys, who are Boy Scouts, blew reveille while the flag was being raised, after which, with the orchestra accompaniment, the school sang "The Star-Spangled Banner." Then with glad hearts we marched back into the school to the tune of "Dixie." leaving our flag floating proudly in the morning breeze.21-
Jennings Drummond Dewey Staples Marion Brown C'laudine Etheridge Lillian Gardner Susan Lu.sk Pauline Jones Edith McClain
Hazel McElroy Mary Kate Park Dortha Reynolds Virginia Richards Kate Rutledge Marie Williams Vera Williard
Anna Burbcr Nellie Beddow Winnie B. Carter Irmalee Cawthorne Gladys Falkner Margaret Gallagher Clarice Harrell Edna Mae 1 foehn Rosa Kaufman Freda Levy Mildred Levy Lydia Mays Fannie Newman Margaret Norris Alma Oakley Ruth Palmer Ruth Pitts Gladys Poole Myrtle Richards Josephine Robinson
Myrtle Savage Eunice Sloan Lucile Smith Mary Vedder Ellen Wiggins • John Aikin Pascal Anderson Harry Blaylock Barney Bonfield Allen Cannon Nat Clark Paul Clayton John Hassler Walton Johnson Will McClellan George McPherson James McPherson Marvin Sandefur Benjamin Stokes Herman Smith Wei bon Williams
I’ve conjured up a picture Of what a girl must be If she's exactly perfect And suits me perfectly.
Eyes and hair like Miss Hanlin, And dear Miss Renkin’s style. Miss Neal’s popularity And Mr. Banks’ smile.
Mr. De La Rue’s disposition (That’s saying a great deal);
Miss Gordon’s own determined way And dear Miss Dewey's appeal.
Miss Nelson’s way of treating you right And Miss Going's voice so sweet and light; Miss McNeil’s ability of playing,
And Miss Ligon’s knowledge of Math!
Mr. Terrell’s calm and easy manner
And Mr. Craig's way of making you laugh; Even Miss Chase's energetic interest In each lesson of the day.
Mr. Brown’s power to talk and hold your attention.
And Miss Murphy's unassuming way;
A velocity of conversation.
Like Mr. Lester's when among the girls;
The health of our dear Miss Ransome.
And Miss Daisy’s teeth of pearls.
And last but not least Miss McCauly’s important art Of finding the easiest way To any hungry man’s heart.
A girl as perfect as all this I’d really like to find,
But—1 suppose she’d walk about On feet as big as mine!
—Gladys English, 17.25uFifth Semester
John Beecher Joe Hickman Walter Johnson Frazier Lacey Sam Macnza Andrew Malone Willie Mandy Walker Mendenhall Edmond Patton Fred Riggan
Sydney Sutherland Ellis Walker Henry Wilkinson Alice Ansley Bumice Blaylock Fanny Bibb Annie Lou Brown Saidie Busby Eloise Carey Suejette Cochran Gladys Gilbert
Norma Hickman Marie Ingram Christina Johnson Lucile Long Elizabeth Maddox Hester McBee Janie Montgomery Carrie Rutledge Pauline Sanders Elizabeth Skelding Ethel Woods
James Armstrong Mary Berry James Bibb Lola Boozer Walter Brock Maud Brown Grace Cagle Francis Cain Jessie Canterbury Mildred Clarke Lila Coker Sara Cooper Ruth Crossgrove Freda Crum Aileen Cushen Lula Davis Robert Douglas Ellen Dupuy Olive Elliot Eliza Ellis Pearl Lyomance Doris Mader Marie McGlawn John McGuire Grace Meighan
Zana Merchant Alice Meyer Pauline Moore Nellie Nelson George Peck Mae Peebles Grace Penny Eva Pitts Kflle Mae Powell Thomas Price Marie Plemons Ethel Priest Evelyn Erikson Lucile Ray Lillian Evans Thelma Evans Glenn Gibbs Beryl Glaze Cecilia Hannigan
Louise Harmon Albert Hazen Wilburn Johnson Mary Jones Martha Jones
Moiiie Jordan Bertram Keller Fred Kyle Rex 1-ambert Anna LaPpage Elizabeth Lock James Leek Joe Logan Gladys Lyle Lillie Robins Helon Shropshire Lou Sloan Claud Smithson Charles Suppler Ida Starken Gertrude Walker Fred White Lena Tidmore Kate Nelson Turnipseed Davis Turner Edgar Wingate Dorothy Youngblood Clarkie Zeigler Emanuel Zivitz Mamie Zuber
Elmer Abele Mildred Albert Fred Almgreen Mary Anchors Jewel Barnes Maude Barnett Ruth Bartlett Thelma Bates Louis Botta Graham Bradley Azelle Burks Opal Butler Charles Cannon Percy Coleman Francis Cook Clarence Craig Jessie Darling Edna Davis John Davis Alma De Freese Ronald Edwards Edmund English Bige Fields Jennie Findlay
Steve Foot Josephine Giattina Mable Griffith Robina Guthrie Carey Haigler Charles Hassler Virginia Hay Caroline Henshaw Edmund Hilleke Karl Hofer Eva Mae Jackson Bessie Jones Henry’ Jones Gayle Kennedy Irene Kirk Ralph Levy Emma Ligon Irene Love Vernon Lutz Mao’ Anne Martin Edna Miller William Mitchell Clytie McCallum Maxine McCarty
Bessie McLain Dolly Puckett Mable Quigley James Rogers Will Rogers Max Rosenfeld Emma Louise Scholl Ralph Scholl Louis Sims Will Snapp Frank Stoves Kate Spurgeon Mattie Summerlin Merle Swann Birdie Syx Hoyt Taylor Claud Thompson Alvida Tinman Erskine Tidmore Marie Tutt Charles Vaughn Ollie Wade Claud Walker Lucy Wallace
Otto Arnold Geneva Burden Hugh Barber Vallie Bell Peter Botta Elah B re water John Brown Vera Cook Jack Cooper Clara DeBardelebcn Charlotte Dixon William Ellis Alvin Fanner Neva Fayet Carl Franklin Janette Gibb Madison Gay Pearl Gilbert Sammie Gilmore Clemelia Glenn John Horn Hazel Goodwin Hugh Kemp Lois Head Thomas Kennamer Margaret Hopwell Willie Lenderman Eulene Ingram Arvo! I ogan Agnes Lyemance
George Me Waters Margaret McBride Willis Merchant Ruth Peebles Charles Montgomery Hazel Rutledge Roy Nee land Mable Scarbough Garland Oxley Josephine Sevier Joe Shannon Lucite Turner Fred Smith Ruby Vardaman Albert Stacey Louise Williams Louis Turner Jake Watkins John Wilcox Edna Bailey Ruth Baker Louise Beech Allie Bowles Susie Brock Watie Lou Brooks Catherine Buck Jessie Busby Annabell Cary Dorothy Crossgrove Margaret Donnelley
Willie Mae Elliot Ruby Friel Nellie Gibbs Bessie Gillett Pearl Godfrey Lila Belle Gray OThelma Holliday Gertrude Holmes Maggie Johnson Ellen Lowery Clara Granger Grace Martin Jessie Mae Marshall Marie McLemore Ruby Mcl od Ellen McMillon Agnes Mims Gladys Olson Rose Page Lucile Peacock Kathleen Perkins Eula Reeves Ruth Savage Bethel Smith Hallye Smith Vena Smith Louie Thaxton Katherine Thompson Evelyn Tuggle Annie Lou Whitlow
SiElizabeth Peary Eva Adair Dutch Albano Alva Allen Anna Mae Andrews Pearl Arnold Ruby Arnold Adalaide Baskerville Evelyn Barksdale Minnie Bell Altah Bentley Renfroe Blankenship Marie Bondurant Lula Sam Brown William Burney Robert Byron Clara Carter Harris Chichester Homer Coleman Harold Cowart Pauline Crim Zealous Cushen Edith Dees Grace Dockerty Robert Dockerty James Donaldson Agnes Donnelly Mary Lou Dorough Nellie Dorough Ralph Douglas Roy Driggers Walter Driggers Roy Dugger Andrew Dunbar Tom Dunlap Mary Lou Durham Earl Earnest J. W. Elliott Emerta Elliott Drennan Fisher Elizabeth Foster Benjamin Franklin Mary Frederick Mary Furman John Gandy Caroll Gardner Raymond Garrett Mary Bunn Gay Edith Georg'
Lizzie Young Beatryce Gilbert Clarence Gilbert Clifford Gilbert Pauline Gillean Maud Granger Claud Grover Aileen Gullahorn Mary Harms Willie B. Harding Lillian Harrell Grace Hassler Flora Hollands Pierce Howell Annie Johnston John Johnston Marvin Jones I ena Kaufman Fred Kelly James Kirkwood Frank Lawson David Lee Emma Lewis Thelma Lindsey Flora Ixrckett Daline I-ogan Edith Lyle Gertrude Lyon Nellie Malone Walter Marston Marguerite Mattheen Henry McClellan Minnie McDil)
Gerod McDonald Nell McEIhenney Gladys McGuire Wesley McLain Douglas McLaren William Meekin Clarence Merkel Marion Millar Harry Mills Henry Mills Ralph Mitchell Nina Mobba Aline Moog Lola Moody Luna Owinga 32
Dean Peck Carson In.sc ho Belma Reeve Lois Regan Lucilo Reynolds Horace Richards Chalmers Rigg9 Elizabeth Riordan John Roberts Leon Roberts Ben Rouss James Routledge Emily Russell Mattie Rutledge Eloise Sanders Lillian Seal Pickens Sawyer Lady Ruth Sheldon Earl Smith Lottie Mae Smith Edwena Sloan Josephine Spence Marvin Staples Vera Story Caldwell Steward Carrie Street Virginia Summers Eva Thomas Gladys Thomas Milo Thomas Lillie Thomasson Minnie Thompson Claud Tidmore Russell Tinklepaugh Anna Bell Todd Bryan Tray wick Monteray Trucks Helen Turner Eulalie Tyson David Vines Ruby Warren Orilla Whatley William White Audrey Wilson Nora Mae Wilson Comer Williams Lucile Williams Gladys Wood Alvah Young■The History of “The Gleam'
“The Gleam a paper which is published by the students, has been a part of Ensley High School since 1913, but has not been a steady member, for it failed to appear in 1914. It has, indeed, been much like a ray of light, wavering, flickering, disappearing and appearing, hard to catch. However, this year It has been a success, and we hope that henceforth it will shine as a fixed, constant gleam, showing the people of Ensley and elsewhere what the students of the school are doing.
The first appearance of “The Gleam” was in 1913. This wa9 a commencement issue and was under the management of William Suppler as editor-in-chief. Although “The Gleam” had made a beginning, it was a failure financially, for the staff did not sell enough copies to pay the expenses. The senior class of that year took upon themselves the burden of the debt, which was about fifty dollars.
Since the preceding class had made a failure financially, the 1914 class hesitated about assuming the responsibility of publishing a paper. Therefore it was not until the fall of 1915 that the small gleam which had once appeared was caught and made to appear again. John Hassler was elected as editor and under his management there were two copies for that term published as four-page pamphlets. In that form they were sold at 5 cents. It was a success financially, for all expenses were paid with a small amount left over. Although the small editions were a success, no commencement issue appeared, as there were not enough subscriptions obtained to guarantee expenses.
Since failing often makes people more determined than ever, the class of 1916-17 met in September and determined to have a paper and make it a success. Alston Busby was elected as editor-in-chief; the business managers were chosen with regard to ability; and the literary editors w ere selected from the best students in school. An issue of a thirty-two-page book met with instant favor from the start and all previous records were broken, as about 460 copies were sold. An Easter issue of the same size wras also a success. Both of the issues contained articles which would be a credit to the pupils of any high school. Mr. De La Rue, who acted as business advisor, has been largely responsible for its success. The student body has shown excellent spirit in co-operating with the editorial stafT and if this spirit continues “The Gleam” can not but be a success. If 'True greatness consists, not in never failing, but in rising every time w e fall then a great future should be in store for “The Gleam As it has appeared successfully this year, let us hope that it will always shine forth as a clear, steady gleam, giving light and cheer to those about it.
34A Warning to Bachelors
Six times had the inimitable bachelor, Mr. Thimblequick, tried to propose to the pretty Miss Lacy. Each time something unforeseen had happened to frustrate his attempts. It was an endless line of boy and girl friends, the cook's children, errand boys or some one else whom only the victim of these inopportune entrances could remember.
That sunny afternoon Betty Lacy, with her dark hair in elusive curls about her face, reclined gracefully but not less comfortably in an arm chair on the front porch. In her delicate white hands lay a book, while from the screen of vines her deep-blue eyes gazed listlessly up the street. Suddenly, her lips curved into an amusing smile.
The honorable Mr. Thimblequick, who was reported to be "rolling in wealth, ’ walked along perkily, brandishing his gold-topped cane which glittered in the sunshine, so much so that it even pleased the owner himself. He had carefully brushed his streaked hair to cover a slight bald spot and his colorless eyes lighted up as much as was possible when he neared his destination. His clothes hung a trifle too loosely, which, however, hardly detracted from his band-box appearance, for they were neatly pressed.
Above all, Mr. Thimblequick was a very proud man and congratulated himself on his extreme goodness in his intention to offer himself to Miss Lacy. It never once entered his mind that he might be rejected. He was doing a very great favor to a young girl and at the same time was pleasing his own fancy. His conception of a wife was a doll to be dressed up and show’n off; so of course she must be pretty, which virtue he recognized in Betty Lacy.
When he was nearly to the gate he carefully adjusted his lorgnette and, with a stately step, reached the veranda. Betty stood up and Mr. Thimblequick immediately bowed low and kissed her hand. She offered him a seat in that sheltered nook where she had been sitting, and this pleased Mr. Thimblequick exceedingly.
"How are you today and what, ah, do those pretty hands hold? A book? Ah, may I ask the name of it?"
She smiled and replied. M ‘Betty at Fort Blizzard. ”
He continued effusively, "Ah, I see that you have a book whose heroine is Betty. What a pretty name! May I, ah, be so bold as to ask if her name is I acy also? I am sure that she could not be more beautiful than you, but, ah, I must not be keeping you. I only wished to inquire if I might take you for an automobile ride with me this afternoon. Could you? Will you, Miss Betty, ah, Lacy?"
"I'm sorry." she said, "but I have an engagement for that time. Perhaps you will stay a while now. I assure you I am not busy."
Such an invitation was not likely to be hastily throwm away by Mr. Thimblequick. "Oh, if you are quite sure, I might stay a little while, you know'. Ah, do you know what I have thought of you since I, ah. first met you? Ah, now of course, ah, everybody can not help but be delighted
35with your, ah, beauty, you know. Ah,—M he paused dramatically and looked into her eyes, which belied the fact that they were laughing merrily. Mr. Thimblequick thought he saw his opportunity. He glanced around furtively. There was no one in sight. He began again, “Ah. Betty, dear.—M
“Aw, gee!" burst forth apparently from under the chair. Mr. Thim-blequick started violently and ten-year-old Willie thrust his tousled head from behind his sister’s chair. “Did you ever?” he remarked accusingly with the air of a conqueror and yet with the natural disgust of a natural boy for the sentimentalities of life. Mr. Thimblequick precipiated himself down the steps backward. “Ah, I must be going now, ah, Mias Lacy, ah, I hope, ah. you will, ah. excuse me. as I, ah. must be going,” and he disappeared before either apologies or persuasions could be given.
When Mr. Thimblequick was nearing home he remarked to. himself, “Abidiah. how foolish you have been! Such a kid brother! Do you think you could love a girl who has such a brother always tagging around and running into your house, as likely as not getting your ties?” he gasped. For anyone to disturb his room and belongings was more than he could bear to think about. He heaved a deep sigh of relief at his narrow escape and as a reminder placed on his dresser a card bearing these words:
“If you would a-courting go.
Be sure all the facts you know;
For you may fool a father or mother,
But beware of her ten-year-old brother.”
—Mary Kate Parks. '18.
One afternoon I was sitting on the porch thinking, thinking, for I had to write the class prophecy. What was I to write? I could not think of a thing, so I gave it up in despair and began to study my Latin lesson, which was about Aeneas' descent into the lower world. Suddenly 1 was in Italy listening to the Ceimean Sibyl, who was telling me that if I wanted to see all my classmates to descend into the shades, for it seemed that it was many years since I had left school. She told me to find the golden twig and that I could only get into Avernus by possessing that twig. I left the Sibyl and went out into the forest searching for the golden stem. Suddenly two doves flew down from the heavens and 1 recognized them to be a pair of the doves which drew the car of the goddess Venus through the sky. They flew away and I followed them. They flew to the narrow jaws of Avernus, from which various vapors and odors issued. They lighted on a tree the branches of which were of many colors. Among the branches 1 saw a golden twig and quickly plucked it.
There were dire shapes at the entrance to Hades, but with the golden twig I went safely in. I soon came to the broad and famous River Styx, where kneeled the well-known Charon, who was matching some one for money. I would never have thought that gambling was known in Hades, so 1 went up to him to reproach him, but was astonished to see that his companion was no other than that quiet and timid boy in our graduating class, Edgar Keenon. Besides, it seemed that Edgar had won all of Charon’s money and that Charon was trying in vain to win it back. I got in the boat and after paying him an obolus the ferryman of the Styx rowed me across.
When we reached the shore, much to my surprise I saw an automobile—I mean a Ford—and in it Gladys Kike. On the wind-shield was printed in large red letters:
“TAKE A ROUND TRIP THRU THE SHADES—25c.”
I thought the price reasonable, so after greeting her I jumped into her car. “My!” I thought, “who would have ever thought that one of our Latin stars would ever drive a jitney?”
The first place where she took us was the abode of suicides and unhappy lovers, a very romantic place. As we drove through a beautiful, shady avenue, we saw the dejected form of some unhappy lover leaning over the side of a rustic bridge gazing into the waters below. He looked as though he had not a single friend in the world and so lonesome and sad that I thought that I’d get out and try to cheer him up. I went over to him and asked him how he felt, and as he turned his woeful eyes upon me and muttered, "She had such beautiful red hair, too,” 1 knew it was Alston Busby. Since there was no hope at all of talking of anything else but red hair with him, I got in the car and we drove on.
37Soon we came to a large impressive building from which soft strains of music, mingled with harsh, inharmonious sounds, issued. Upon the outside of the building, written in electric lights, was the sign: “The
Only Show in Hades—10c.” I asked Gladys if she would mind stopping long enough to see the show. She said she would not, so we went in. The performance had already begun and the hero and heroine had just entered. The heroine had red hair and in my early acquaintance with her had been called Hattie Hope, but on the program she was called Dotty Dimples. The hero was a tall, lanky fellow’ whom I recognized to be Conrad Albert. I asked Gladys who was the author of the play, and she said: “There she is sitting in the first box. She is Grace.” Sure enough, there was Miss Huffstuttler proudly seated in the first box, eagerly listening to the play. By the way, the name of the play was “The Thisness of That.” But that orchestra! It seemed like it w’ould never stay together, although the director was making frantic effort and doing acrobatic stunts toward the end. At the end of the act the lights went up and I saw that the director was my old friend, Norman Mandy. I spoke to him, but he did not hear me, for he was busily engaged in trying to piece himself together before the next act would begin.
Since Norman wrould not talk to us, we decided to leave, and again we climbed into the jitney. We rode down a busy street until wa came to a corner where people wrere standing out in the street apparently listening to some one. Since we could not get by, we thought w'e would stop and see why they were so interested. Driving up closer, we saw’ an automobile with Jessie Trucks and Bertha Bates in it Jessie was distributing pamphlets while Bertha w as speaking, and as w'e went nearer we heard the latter say with force: “We believe in equal rights for
woman and man, and we are going to have them.” I decided this w as no place for me, so Gladys backed up and wfe went down a quiet looking road.
The farther down the road we went the prettier it became. On either side large trees stood, meeting over the road and making an arch. Green fields and wooded groves stretched out from the edges of the road. I thought it would be more fitting to call this place Elysium, not Hades. But, alas! we suddenly saw two people standing beside the road quarreling. Coming nearer, we noticed they were Frances and Hayes Caraway. I heard Hayes say in angry tones: “You want more money, do you?
What did you do with that nickel I gave you last week?”
“Oh, dearie, I—I just spent it for some chewing gum,” Frances stammered out. Whereupon Hayes glared at her and she seemed frightened to death.
“A family quarrel I said. “Let us go on.
However, just at this time a swell roadster drove up and the driver signaled for us to stop. The driver jumped out and said: “I am a reporter for ‘The Shades’ and would like to get your opinion of Hades.
38“Well, well, I declare if it isn’t Kathleen McKenzie. Didn’t you get enough of newspaper work in the other world ?”
“It just seems like I could not get out of it,” she said. "Pluto has condemned me to this forever. I wanted to be society reporter, but he gave that to Russell Chastain. You remember him, don’t you?" I replied that 1 remembered him quite vividly and we went on.
After going down several by-ways, we came to a large field where several large tents were pitched. Gladys told me it was the circus which was staying there for the week. The next week it was going a few miles farther on. Gladys said she had plenty of time, so we thought we would look around a little. The circus was going on, so we went into the largest tent. Just as we entered a girl was doing a wonderful act on a tight rope high up in the air. I enjoyed her act so much that I thought I would go and tell her so, but I was never so surprised in my life as I was when I saw that she was Lois Blue, and Lois had declared that she was going to be some good man’s cook.
We grew tired of looking at the circus and also hungry, so we thought we would try to find something to eat. When we got out of the tent our attention was attracted by some one calling, “This way to get your lunch.” We thought we would try her lunch, and went up to the stand and there stood Margaret Ritchie in a big white apron and cap, yelling: “Try our lunches. They are the best in the world.” etc., giving orders and cooking at the same time. “Why, Margaret,” I said, "who would have ever thought you would have come to this?” About that time my lunch w’as given me and I ceased voicing my regrets in order to try her cooking, for which she had been famous when we were in school.
Margaret was so busy that we decided to leave when we had finished. We got back into the car and Gladys took me to a church which she said was the finest and only one in Hades. The services were just beginning. One of the most important things on the program was a solo by Miss Gay. My! what a solo! It would have been all right if she had not tried to reach so many high notes. The offering was another interesting affair to me, for it was taken up by Robert Rutledge. But the sermon! That was just grand. I had never heard a more interesting one in ail my life, and it was preached with such vigor and enthusiasm that one would immediately know that the preacher knew what he was talking about. It was preached by the great evangelist, so Gladys told me, Henry Moog. And the subject was “The Causes of the Downfall of Man; or. Wine, Woman and Song.”
I left the church very much pleased and Gladys said that since we were in such a religious mood she would take me to a mission school where my old friend, Adell, taught. On the way, how’ever, we were stopped by
39a young lady who was standing in the middle of the road by the aide of a large suit case and waving her arms about wildly. We thought something had happened to her, but as soon as wo stopped she pounced upon us eagerly and began telling us the advantages of asbestos bed-coverings. She assured us that they were absolutely fireproof and the last word in bed-clothing in Hades and that everyone was buying them. I did not want one. for of what use would a fireproof quilt, or whatever it was, be to me unless I lived in Hades? Therefore I told her I did not need one right away, but that if she would give me her card I would buy one from her later. She did, and on the card was written: “Leland CJayton,
agent for the Asbestos Bed-Covering Co.” 1 told Gladys we had better hurry on, for if she should find out I knew her she might try to sell me one, anyway, for old friendship’s sake.
The mission school was quite a distance away, but I felt that the time we wasted getting there was well repaid by the welcome Adell gave me. She had a large school of boys, or rather men, and was trying to teach them how to get out of Hades and into the Elysium fields.
We left the school and started to the busy section of Hades, but on a bench in a very romantic spot we saw Gertrude Wilson and a soldier boy whom I saw to be Loo Smithson. Some distance away, and hidden from their view by rocks, sat a girl sketching them. I knew that the artist was Gladys English by her fluffy and curly hair.
We went back to the business center and met Russell Chastain, who invited us to go to a dance with him which he was going to WTite up. We accepted his invitation and were soon in a brilliantly lighted and elaborately decorated ball-room. I soon perceived Violet Wright and Elnora Rout ledge dancing the latest steps with some very distinguished gentlemen, while over in a comer, surrounded by a group of men, sat Hulon McGregor, who had been known ns a '‘man-hater” in our early school days.
After the dance Gladys said she must take me back to Charon, for wc had seen almost all of the lower world. Of course there was one place where I could not go and that was the section devoted to punishing the evil-doers. 1 was very glad to know' that none of my class-mates had been assigned to that place, but Gladys told me that Pluto had employed Clinton Linderman to fire the furnace in that section and to keep it good and hot.
"But I haven't seen Annie I urie, Emma or Herbert. Where are they?” I asked.
"Well, Annie I aurie was the only one who was smart enough to get into Elysium. She went to the gates and began opening and closing them until the old man who guards them said: 'For goodness sakes, either
come in or stav out She went in. Emma is marriedland!la so« earth she does not care to come to either place, while Herbert has gone to Holland with the rest of the wind mills."
1 bade Gladys goodbye and, after paying her. got into the boat and Charon again rowed me across. I paid him the obelus he charged ana left the realms of Hades. Just then I heard a loud noise near me and something cold was dashed in my face. Suddenly I was at home in a chair and Mama was saying: "Come on and go to bed. ou can get
your Latin in the morning.” And I did.
41Pie or Pickles
Each endeavor of life is for some object. The result of the endeavor results in some kind of a banquet—mental, physical, spiritual, or financial.
I am here now trying to impress my teacher and to surpass my classmates in a theme. I can not read from the face of my teacher what her judgment will be. I know that she will be just and fair, but to my mind ever recurs the question, will the banquet she sets for me and my vanity and my efforts be pie or pickles?
1 know that my classmates will say nice things to me about this theme; 1 know that some of them will flatter me, but down in their inmost hearts will the banquet they set for me be pie or pickles?
I go shopping. Many pretty things are shown; many smiles and much attention are showered upon me by those in charge of the sales. Much must I rely upon others judgment and others’ promises, but in the final analysis will the banquet set for me by all of these smiles and promises be to my purse pie or pickles?
1 meet nice young men at my school and elsewhere. Most of them are kind, considerate and courteous. They are clever, affable and jolly. But I can not read their hearts from their faces, nor can 1 judge their sincerity or their truthfulness from their words or smiles. Would the banquet they would prepare, should one of them wish to, be to my heart pie or pickles?
So, as I said in the beginning, every act brings its result, as every effect is from a cause. Things that seem little, and acts that seem inconsequential, may result in a most satisfying banquet of pie or a most distressing one of pickles.
It is only from acts of pure motives and a satisfied conscience, and the knowledge that you have done the best you could, that will bring all the lights before you that will always insure a banquet of pie. And we know that when we are governed by motives venal, corrupt or dishonest, when our acts are the results of the promptings of envy or malice or selfishness, that in the end the banquet that will be served to us will always be pickles.
42Uncle Josh’s Mistake
Uncle Josh was busily engaged in plowing early one Saturday morning when through the air came a shrill voice calling distressfully: “Josh, O, Josh! Come here, quick! Hurry! hurry!" Uncle Josh, feeling in his heart that some bad news had just been received, threw down his plow and started for the house as fast as he could go.
When he came in sight of his little store, from whence the voice had come, he could see his wife waving a letter in the air. By this Uncle Josh knew that something dreadful had happened; it was surely a telegram saying that some of his relatives had died, or perhaps his son, who had left just a few days ago, had been killed in a railroad wreck, or had been run over by an automobile. What sorrow this would bring to the family! By this time he had reached the back steps of the store and had braced up his spirits, ready to receive the bad news.
"Maggie, Maggie, what's the matter? Who's dead?" exclaimed Uncle Josh, as he reached up for the letter.
"Some one dead! What do you mean?" answered his wife, at the same time holding steadfast to the letter. "No, there ain't nobody dead as I know of. but they might be, fer here is a letter, marked 'Special Delivery,' fer yer sister Marthy, an’ ye know they don't always put that on letters 'less somethin’ is terribly the matter. So you take this letter and go git yer horse and hurry over there as quick as ye can."
Uncle Josh took the letter and put it in his pocket, rejoicing that the bad news had not been for him. but still all fear and dread was not out of his mind, for this surely meant something. This was the second letter marked "Special Delivery" that he had ever gotten since he was postmaster. The other one had been for Old Bill Jones when his mother had died. Quickly he saddled his horse and started down the country road so fast that people all along the way were running out to see wha'; was the matter.
When Uncle Josh arrived at his sister's, he slid from his horse and rushed into the house with the greatest haste. Martha, on seeing him, knew that something was the matter, for he would not be coming there so early in the morning.
"Good morning. Marthy," said Uncle Josh in a breathless tone, at the same time taking the letter from his pocket. "I have some news fer ye and 1 am mighty afeared it is not so pleasant."
Martha, turning somewhat pale, opened the letter and began reading the following:
Baby has two teeth through and almost another one. Will write and tell you more about it in a few days. With love, Sunie.
Gladys Poole, 18.The Fairy's Cave
It was only a little thatched cottage, but very picturesque. It nestled snugly between two great mountains of Switzerland, looking from afar almost like a tiny bird in its leafy nest. It was in this little cottage, secluded from the haunts of men. that Melissa spent her childhood, and now, a young girl of eighteen, was in full bloom just like the wild roses which grew around her. She and her aged mother owned the litt’e cottage and loved it for its tender memories and legends.
There was one legend which Melissa especially loved. It was connected with a little cave not very far from her home and which she felt as if she owned. The story ran that for more than a hundred years a good fairy had kept watch over it and that into the lives of all those w'ho loved this grotto and took care of it she brought happiness, a very great happiness. Into Melissa’s life no great happiness had ever come, but she never doubted that it would come.
“Today is such a beautiful day 9 she thought, as she was tripping along to her little haunt, “that surely the fairy’ will remember me But in spite of her happiness, a quiet stillness seemed to have settled down on everything, and to have cast a gloom on Melissa. She could think of nothing she had done or left undone w'hich might be the cause of the uneasiness and tried to shake it off, but it was useless. It remained. Plucking a few flowers, she ran and seated herself on the worn rock in front of the cave. She remained there only a few seconds, however, for she distinguished in the recess behind her a sound, almost human in tone. Cautiously she arose and went in. Ivong streamers of hanging vines, fragrant with blossoms, were floating in the breeze and it was just the time of day for the sunshine to search out the remotest corners.
Melissa moved about lightly on the moss-covered floor, darting searching glances everywhere. Finally she stumbled over something heavy, and, leaning over, found it to be a man’s shoe. Breathlessly she tip-toed further into the interior and discovered a man, apparently asleep, wearing a soldier’s uniform and with a mass of black hair clinging to his forehead. “A deserter 9 was the thought that flashed through Melissa’s mind, but a second look convinced her that one with such a tired, yet noble look on his pale face could not be guilty of such an act, and she knelt down to examine him more closely. On one of his shoulders there was a red stain and at the sight of this she started up. Seizing u clipper, she ran down to a little brook for some water and in a few minutes was seated again by his side, tugging at his shirt. Soon she had the wound washed and bandaged with some of her own little apron and without even having awakened him. Then she slipped a soft pillow of moss under his head and moved toward the door, prepared for flight, for she did not wish to disturb his slumber.
It w'as late in the afternoon and Melissa aroused herself with a start. She had fallen asleep, sitting there on her doorstep rock: the afternoon had passed. Then she remembered the soldier. She went in and found
him leaning against the stone, looking up at her. It was very disconcerting, when she had expected to find him as she had left him. But the earnest look on his face soon put her at her ease and they were chatting in a friendly manner in a few minutes. He told her his story of having escaped from the enemy and after finding his way down into the little cave was too exhausted to go on and had remained there until she had found him. Melissa then told him of the legend and why it was that she loved the cave so well and also offered to let him have it for a home. He gladly accepted her offer to allow him to remain there until he was able to go to his home, and Melissa brought him a cot and some blankets and other things to make him comfortable. There she cared for him and nursed him back to health with the aid of her kind old mother and the loveliness of the cave. After a while they ventured on long walks and rambles through the green verdure of the mountains and rapidly a great friendship was formed.
It was on one of these walks one day that they came upon a tiny crystal lake, reflecting with startling vividness the surrounding scenery. Melissa glanced at Donegal, for he had told her that that was his name, and he glanced at her. As if some similar thought had entered into the head of each at the same time, they advanced and peeped over the edge of the lake. And above— ...... ....
“Oh!" exclaimed Melissa, "the good fairy . And sure enough, high above a little white dove was perched on the topmost limb, making his reflection rest just between theirs in the blue water. Donegal smiled and drew Melissa to him.
"Now." he said, "won't you be my good fairy. Melissa, dear? Then he added. "And make the legend a real one?" Melissa’s head was tucked too low on his shoulder for listening ears to hear her answer, but let us imagine that soon after a little wadding took place in the picturesque cottage and Melissa’s happiness had arrived.
Lilian Gardner. '18.
A wireless set of the most improved type has recently been installed by the Department of Science. Damped and undamped waves from the government stations at Arlington and New Orleans have been clearly and satisfactorily received. A great many amateur stations within a radius of five hundred miles have been read.
Several good amateur receiving stations have been constructed in the Physics Laboratory and installed under the direction of the department.
Station 5 F H, which is licensed by the Bureau of Navigation, Department of Commerce, has discontinued its work during the period of war between this country and Germany.
Malcolm Stewart, a young salesman, was confronted by the following sign in the window of the express office. "An Auction of Lost Express Packages Today.” Now Malcolm was always attracted by such things and had been unusually successful in buying lost or uncalled-for packages. He entered the room just as a small, oblong box was put up at auction. Remembering that the expensive Mexican pin and the ten crisp ten-dollar bills which he had bought so cheaply last year were in small packages, he bought this one for thirty-five cents.
He put the box into his suit case and hurried for his train. For the rest of the day the package was forgotten.
Malcolm sat in the lobby of the hotel with the other men during the early part of the evening and then went to his room to open his package. While he was unwrapping it he noticed that it was addressed to Miss Agnes Elizabeth Spaulding. 1 186 Jackson Street—the rest was blurred. The package contained a white powder. Being afraid to taste it. he smelled it, but he was unable to determine its contents. He was puzzled and disgusted. Malcolm put the box aside and retired, but he could not sleep.
After a restless half-hour he looked for something to read and found an old paper in one of the dresser drawers. He read peacefully for a time, then he started; his eyes bulged; he grew excited; finally he jumped out of bed and snatched from the waste basket the paper in which the package had been wrapped. He took it back and compared it with the other. Yes. the name was exactly the same. This is what he read: "Miss Agnes Elizabeth Spaulding. 1486 Jackson Street, San Francisco, offers a reward of ten thousand dollars for the return of a package containing her dearly beloved grandmother’s ashes.”
Ruth Palmer. ’18.
4TOur Needs Today
(Senior Class Essay)
What our country needs today is men—strong men, brave men. honest men—men who, if need be, are willing to sacrifice individual and political differences in order that our nation may stand as one inseparable unit for those policies which our leaders deem imperative. The nation needs men who are willing to act and leave to future generations the justification of their acts. In this crisis citizens must respond who are willing to sacrifice life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in order that those principles of democracy upon which this nation was founded might endure.
Our duties today are many and varied. Every- man should be useful. He must not be a parasite upon society. He should give to society the best that is in him, and whenever he fails to do this he is robbing society of its bank account. Self-preservation is the first law of nature, but reproduction is the principle upon which self-preservation is based. Consequently it is imperative that we produce food, clothing or other necessities of life in order to preserve ourselves.
Our primary duty is to furnish foodstuffs not only to feed ourselves and our armies, but to supply food for our allies. The most valuable producer is the farmer, and our aggressive strength in the present conflict will depend largely upon him. Without food an army or a nation is helpless. and it is necessary that we protect and strengthen the United States by producing as much as possible. Another necessity of an army is ammunition. We must provide sufficient munition for ourselves and our allies. The people and armies must be supplied with clothes and other articles which we can manufacture. At the present our country demands all to be helpers and none destroyers.
The duty next in importance to production is conservation. Every able-bodied man should keep himself in good physical condition so that he will be prepared to answer the call to arms. Unless we put to advantage the resources that we have command of we will greatly lower the efficiency and power of our government. Wasting will lower the power and strength of our country.
Another method to increase our power is training, which, in most cases, guarantees efficiency. There is a field of trained sendee for everyone. Men and boys may prepare themselves to fight for their country in military schools and army stations. The girls and women find open to them the Red Cross and First Aid sendee. In the field of industry trained workers are needed as badly as in the field of battle. So every person can do his part, somewhere.
Every able man may soon be called upon to follow in the footsteps of his forefathers and give his sendee and probably his life not only for his country, but for civilization; for in this war of wars the civilization of the world is at stake. If Germany wins, the seed of Prussian militarism will be scattered broadcast over the world. But if the tide of victory is with the great democracies, then democracy will flourish and government by the people and for the people will not perish from the earth.
Alston Busby, '17.
48Daisy’s Handsome Patient
Ting-a-ling-ling rang the office bell, and Dr. Hammond, worn out with nightly trips and hard riding, had just settled himself for an afternoon nap.
"I declare, it’s too aggravating,' said pretty Daisy Castle, the doctor’s niece, hurrying to answer the summons. “These country people, with all their aches and ills, will be the death of poor Uncle David '
“The doctor is wanted at Rockery," was what greeted her ear over the wire, "right away.” Daisy had many thoughts twirling in her head as she hung the receiver in its place.
"It's only old Joe Davis," she mused. "It is nothing worse than rheumatic pain. Every few days he lies down and imagines himself at death's door. It would be good for Uncle to have him really taken with something serious. I'm as capable of prescribing a dose of rheumatism medicine as anybody else." An hour later she stood at the Rockery door, a lovely old ruin a mile from the village street. No one heeded Daisy’s loud knock and she entered unsummoned in a low, dark room where old Joe usually lay groaning. Someone lay on the sofa covered in shaw’ls and with his face turned to the wall.
"I'm sure there is nothing the matter with you, Mr. Davis,” she said, indignantly, going over to his side, "but if you must have a dose of drugs, it shall be a strong one. and perhaps you won't be so ready to send for Uncle David again.” There was no response from the muffled figure and Daisy gave the shawl a vicious twitch. "Put out your tongue and let me feel your pulse. I can’t remain idling all day.” The figure turned and the folds of the wrap fell apart. The dark, handsome face of an utter stranger met her astonished gaze. Daisy’s cheeks flushed hotly and she felt a mad wish that the earth would open and swallow her up. But the look of the stranger brought her to her senses and made her determined to carry out with a bold air what she had started.
"I beg your pardon,” she stammered. "I supposed I was addressing Mr. Davis, who is noted for the number of his ailments. What can I do for you?”
"That is for you to discover." answered a low , well-trained bass voice. She was certain that she detected a quiver of suppressed merriment in it. "I came here this morning to sketch the old ruin and was taken suddenly ill.” The girl had really acquired a little knowledge of medicine and it now served her well.
"You have taken a severe cold,” she said, feeling his pulse. "I detect symptoms of fever.”
"Does my tongue look so very bad?" questioned the stranger.
"No," she answered steadily, though conscious that he was laughing at her. "With proper care you will soon be w ell and strong. I shall leave a few drops of this medicine for you, which will throw you into a
generation and then you must be careful about exposure." Her cheeks umed and her hand shook, but she finally succeeded in measuring out the medicine.
49She turned to go, when the voice from the sofa said: “You will not
leave me until Mr. Davis returns, will you?” Daisy reluctantly seated herself. She did not seem able to refuse him. The young man sat gazing at her a few moments with dancing eyes and then said: “My head aches,
doctor. Won't you be kind enough to bathe it while you are waiting?” Refusal was out of the question, though she confessed to herself that she did shrink from the touch of so aggravating a patient. At last footsteps were heard and Daisy sprang up with a sigh of relief.
”Mr. Davis has come. 1 will send over my”—(she started to say uncle and then changed her mind)—“colleague in the morning.” She hastened out with the decided fact in her mind that after that her Uncle David would wait on his own patients, regardless of how he felt.
Something like a month later a letter came from her father, who was a restless wanderer on the earth and who was now’ with the Navy. It stated that he wished her immediately to visit the Hall home, She was expected, and since they were dear friends of his he wished her to marry the son, Basil. Although he sti »uld not force her in
marriage, he would be bitterly disappointed if she did not. Daisy washed away the tears as she finished reading. She knew nothing of Hall's, but she felt that she would have to follow out her father’s orders, and oh! how she did hate Basil, though she had never heard of him before.
Daisy had finally finished her preparation for the hated visit and was on the train on her way some weeks later. She had sat there musing long when a handsome young man came up the isle. She soon recognized her aggravating patient. Uninvited he seated himself beside her and opened up a conversation. “Where are you going, doctor?”
MI do not mind telling you since you seem interested. I am going to be married.” She could not understand w hy she said this, for she almost knew she would not marry that despised Basil.
“Indeed, to some favored lover?” went on the young man.
“No. to a gentleman whom I never saw.”
“Fortunate fellow. He must be young, handsome, wealthy, and agreeable.”
“I can only give you the mental picture 1 have drawn of him. He must be rich or my father would not wish the marriage. I am sure he is old and ugly, ignorant and disagreeable. I shall hate him with all my heart and spend the remainder of my life in misery '
“Your medical skill will be more than value, if he is old and sickly.”
Somehow Daisy continued, not knowing her own self: “The Hall
must be a rat-governed mansion in ruins, lacking all the modern improvements. I shall have no companion save old Mrs. Hall, a cranky old woman who perhaps has not read a paper for twenty years.”
“A pleasant picture, truly. I trust you will be happy in your new home,” the stranger said with a lurking smile. “If you tire of married life, you know you can resume the practice of medicine.” They rattled on their way until the stranger finally left to get off the train. They bade one another a cool farewell.
50When he had gone Daisy actually laid her head in her hands and sobbed. Her tears were scarcely dried when she realized her destination. There was even no carriage waiting for her. She set out on foot, following the directions given by a stander-by. Soon she found a handsome stone mansion in the midst of most attractive grounds. "Wealth," she thought. The house had a shut-up look that chilled her, but in the yard she found two persons, a yellow, wrinkled old woman and a repulsive looking man past fifty. They corresponded so exactly with her mental picture that Daisy recognized them immediately. "And this is the person father has chosen for me—heavens!" thought the poor young girl. WTas it possible that Daisy was to wed such a human?
"My son has fallen desperately in love with you, just from your father’s letters," piped out the old woman. "He wishes a wedding at once. Can you be ready by eight this evening?" The ugliness of the son and mother were magnified and Daisy, in a trance, even answered in the affirmative and begged to be taken to her room to make ready for the marriage.
Eight o’clock found Daisy mad with her thoughts, pacing the floor. She would appeal to the clergyman. Yes! She descended the stairs slowly, those beautiful vlevet carpeted floors that she utterly despised. She caught hold of the arm of that dreadful yellow, wrinkled, terrible old man. Oh. if the earth would swallow her now. She wishes it far more than when she was seated beside that patient of Uncle David's a few months before. The clergyman had come and all was ready. She felt that she would be happy to hear her death knell—when lo. a step was heard. A young, handsome man bounded into the room. Oh, look, it was the same fellow, that patient of Daisy's.
"Ha! ha!" he laughed, "just in time."
Then Mr. Basil Hall, that young, welcomed man, laughingly told Daisy that he had hired that old hideous couple to play this part just to get even with her for having played being a doctor and that he was the young man her father wished her to wed, "Here is a letter from him." he said, pulling out a neatly written envelope. Can we but imagine the joy of that poor, young Daisy?
Frances Sheldon, '17.
(Senior Class Poem)
Outside the snow was falling In flakes of dainty white.
And through the twilight floated Gently murmuring in its flight.
Inside the fire light flickered And danced merrily ‘round the room. While from each flame memories called To lead to the past through the gloom.
An old lady sat by the cozy Are And dreamed of the long ago;
An old lady with face so sweet
And hair like the soft, white snow.
In her hands so lovingly clasped She held a book, old and worn;
Its pages were yellow from time and use, The comers were wasted and torn.
Of all the books except her Bible The one she loved the best Was the old brown covered book, “The Gleam" of E. H. S.
Through hazy dreams she seemed to see The school house as of yore.
And from the doors in happy crowds The girls and boys came forth once more.
The same old Ensley High School Being long since tom away.
With sky-scrapers and busy streets Placed there instead, so they say.
Happy memories were these and sweet To this dear and beautiful old soul, And all through life she prized them Like a miser prizes his gold.
5354Officers and Members of the Thalian Literary Society
President .....-......................................... Bertha Bates
Vice-President ................... -................. Orene LAMMERT
Secretary .................................... Mary Kate Park
Treasurer........................................... Ellen Dlpuy
Chaplain .............................................. Gladys English
Marshal ....................... Hattie Hope
Press Reporter . ...................................... Jessie Trucks
Critic ................................................ Adell Sander
Alice Ansley Ruth Baker Bertha Bates Thelma Bates Annie Lou Brown Azellee Burks Sujette Cockran Sara Cooper Edith Dees Ellen Dupuy Emerta Elliot Olive Elliot Gladys English Thelma Evans Mary Furman Lillian Gardner Claudia Glenn Clara Granger Maud Granger Aileen Gullahom Grace Hassler
Caroline Henshaw Gertrude Holmes Hattie Hope Martha Jones Mary Jones Orene I-ammert Anna LaPage Emma Ligon Alice Meyer Thelma Lindsey Margaret McBride Hazi-1 Me Elroy Gladys McGuire Fannie Newman
Alma Oakley Rose Page Mary Kate Park Eva Pitts Marie Plemmons Adell Sander
Eloise Sander Pauline Sanders Frances Sheldon Lady Ruth Sheldon Emma Spurgeon Katie Spurgeon Lucile Smith Vera Story’
Virginia Summers Merle Swan Bertie Syx Lily Thompson Jessie Trucks Monte ray Trucks Ellen Wiggins Christine Johnson Jessie Busby Marie Bondurant Grace Huffstuttler Edna Miller Myrtle Richards
551Officers and Members of the Delphian Debating Society
Vice-President Nat Clark
Secretary Walter Brock
Treasurer . Will McClellan
Marshal _ Alston Busby
William Anderson Barney Bonfield John Beecher Walter Brock Renfroe Blankenship Herbert Brush Alston Busby Nat Clark Harold Cowart Ralph Douglass Tom Dunlap Carroll Gardner Clarence Gilbert John Hassler Charles Hassler Joe Hickman Edmund Hillike Ramond Hurlbert Wilburn Johnson Frazier Lacey Rex Lambert Frank Lawson
Walter Marston Harry Mills Will McClellan Henry Mills Ralph Mitchell John McGuire George Peck Dean Peck Fred Riggan Chalmers Riggs John Robert Nicholas Scokel Lewis Sims Dewey Staples Marvin Staples Benjamin Stokes Erskin Tidmore William White John Wilcox Welborn Williams Emanuel Zivitz Henry Moog
5758Officers and Members of the Argonian
President .............................. Hulon McGregor
Vice-President ..........................................Anna Barber
Secretary ............-.............. ..................Rebecca Gay
Treasurer ........................................ Elnora Routledge
Critic ............................................. Nellie Beddow
Marshal ..................................... Kathleen McKenzie
Press Reporter....................... -..................Gladys Poole
Ruby Arnold Anna Barber Nellie Beddow Lois Blue Eloise Carey Winnie B. Carter Irma Lee Cawthorne Ruth Crossgrove Dorothy Crossgrove Gladys Falkner Gladys Fike Mary B. Gay Rebecca Gay Josephine Giattina Gladys Gilbert Bessie Gillit Clarice Harrell Norma Hickman Edna Hoehn Eva Mae Jackson Mollie Jordan Rosa Kauffman Freda Levy
Mildred Levy Lucile Long Edith Lyle Gladys Lyle Elizabeth Maddox Grace Martin Marian Millar Janie Montgomery Aileen Moog Maxine McCarty Nell McElheney Hulon McGregor Kathleen McKenzie Margaret Norris Ruth Palmer Lucile Peacock Gladys Poole Ethel Priest Lucile Ray Elizabeth Riordan Margaret Ritchie Elnora Routledge Carrie Rutledge
Emma Louise Scholl
Kate Nelson Turnipseed
Lula Sam Brown
Officers and Members of the Shakesperean
Secretary ------------------- —..............
Treasurer ............. ....... —
HAflllSl ... ....WW««.....M.»».»»MM». ».»»»»■ ..........I
Clinton Lender man
Dutch Albano Conrad Albert Fred Aim green Harry Blaylock John Brown Louis Botta Robert Byrum Francis Cain Jack Cooper Ralph Cox Tom Dunlap Bige Fields Glenn Gibbs Joyce Jackson Fred Kyle Clinton Lenderman Ralph Levy Arvil Logan
Aiphaeun Peke Robert Kutled re James Rogers Max Rosenfeld Sidney Sutherland tlaud Smithson i-eo Smithson Caldwell Stewart Davis Turner David Vines Alvah YottH|
Miss LigonRewived: That the United States Congress should enact a law requiring all workingmen, making $500 per year, or less, and permitting others, to insure with the government against sickness and accident.
Kathleen McKenzie Mary Kate Park
Ralph Levy Hayes Caraway
Resolved: That the United States government should own and operate a merchant marine.
A ffi rmat i ve: Nega live:
Orene Lammert John Beecher
Anna Barber James RogersDean’s First Speech
Mrs. Vaughn, sitting on the front steps of her home, was taking advantage of the last, fading rays of the sun to put the finishing touches to a dainty party dress for her daughter, Nell. Suddenly, a resounding shout at the gate caused her to lift a startled face to her son as he came up the walk, violently waving a letter above his head. "1 have it. Mother! I have it!" he cried jubilantly, as he stooped to give her a bear-like embrace.
"What have you. Dean?" she asked. "Please do not be so noisy. The neighbors will think that you have the plague from your actions."
"Oh. pardon me. Mother," pleaded Dean, quite subdued now, "but 1 have been appointed delegate from this section of Ohio to the Sunday School Convention in Cleveland which meets next week. Now, that calls for a speech, you know, and as it will be my first one, I think 1 have some cause to be excited."
"Why, of course you have!" cried Mrs. Vaughn, almost as jubilant now as Dean had been. "We shall start preparations for the event immediately."
When several days later the members of the Vaughn family, composed of Mrs. Vaughn, wearing a proud the-speaker-of-the-morning-is-my-son air, Mr. Vaughn, twirling his cane importantly, and Nell, their daughter, glancing eagerly about the vast auditorium where Dean was to speak, were ushered to their seats. Dean, seated on the platform, felt his heart sink. What if he should fail before his parents and sister and all those people! Where had all his placid self-confidence, his assurance, his pride over the fact that he was to make a speech, gone? Why had they deserted him? Out in the pasture only yesterday he had delivered his prepared speech with an eloquence which would have made Webster and Clay blush and look to their laurels! If he had done it then, he could do it now, and he would!
Suddenly, just as he had reached this resolve. Dean, hearing his name called, rose and walked to the front of the platform. He looked at the sea of faces in a daze and opened his mouth to speak. The words would not come, however, and Dean felt a panic seizing him when, suddenly, he looked at his mother, and the adoring, beseeching look which he saw on her face made him pull himself together and begin his speech. The audience breathed a sigh of relief—Hamlet was himself again! As if to make up for their tardiness, the words issued from Dean’s mouth in an increasing How of eloquence which brought frequent bursts of applause from the audience, while the youthful orator quite lost himself in his enthusiasm. Finally, he finished his speech and took his seat amid cheers and handclapping which shook the building. Flattering remarks concerning the brilliant young speaker were heard on every hand, while the Vaughn family looked about with an air which plainly said, "I told you so."
Winnie B. Carter. 18.The Taming of the Shrew
.4 Comedy by William Shakespeare
CHARACTERS (In the order of their first appearance)
Petruchio, a rich gentleman of Verona................. Conrad Albert
Baptista Minola. a rich old gentleman 0f Padua___ .......Henry Moog
Music Master ................................. Welburn Williams
Katherine, the shrew, daughter to Baptista............ Lucilo Long
Biondella, servant to Baptista ......................Edmond English
Grumio, servant to Petruchio Francis Cook
Ladies, Gentlemen and Attendants
Curtio ---------------------------------------------- Ellen Dupuy
Servants to Petruchio Tailor -..... ................. -.......................-..Nat Clark
THE SCENES OF THE COMEDY Act I.—Padua, Italy. Baptista’s Garden.
Act II.—A Hall in Baptista’s House.
Act III.—A Rustic Hall in Petruchio's Country House.
Time of Action—About Three Days.
Mr. Posket Magistrate of the Herbert Brush
Mr. Bullamy Mulberry Street Police Court Harry Blaylock
Colonel Lukyn from Bengal (retired)................. Alston Busby
Captain Horace Vale, Shropshire Fusiliers ...............Leo Smithson
Cis Farringdon, Mrs. Posket’s son by her first marriage .John Hassler
Architle Blond, proprietor of the Hotel dea Princes......Joe Shannon
Isidore, a waiter........................................Henry Moog
Mr. Warminton, Chief Clerk of Mulberry Street ___________Joe Hickman
Inspector Messiter, Metropolitan Police ______ __________..John Wilcox
Sergeant Lugg, Metropolitan Police............ —..........—Joe Logan
Constable Harris, Metropolitan Police -------- ----------Roland Seals
Wyke, servant at Mr. Posket’s ............. ........ Karl Gallagher
Agatha Posket, late Farringdon. nee Verinder........... Hattie Hope
Charlotte Verinder, her sister .................. ....... Bertha Bates
Beatie Tomlinson, a young lady reduced to teaching music.....
....................................... — Norma Hickman
Popham, maid at Mr. Posket s ..................... Orene I-ammert
ACT I—THE FAMILY SKELETON At Mr. Posket’s, Bloomsbury
ACT II—IT LEAVES ITS CUPBOARD Room in the Hotel des Princes, Meek Street
Scene I—The Magistrate’s room. Mulberry Street.
Scene II—At the Poskets again.
Officers and Members of the Lyric Club
President .................................... Jenninos Drummond
Vice-President ......... _........................ Adkll Sander
Secretary Jessie Trucks
Treasurer ....................................... RUTH Palmer
Membership Committee James Armstrong
Jennings Drummond Francis Cook Joe Hickman Fred Kyle George Me Waters Henry Moog First Bass:
George McPherson Louis Botta Bertram Keller Marvin Sams Nat Clark Edmond Patton Ralph Scholl Second Tenors:
Karl Gallagher John Hassler Fred Riggan Joe Shannon Ben Rouss First Tenors:
James Armstrong Herbert Brush Alston Busby Charles Suppler Second Soprano and Alto:
Alice Ansley Nellie Beddow Mary Berry Lois Blue Winnie B. Carter Eloise Carey Mildred Clark
Sarah Cooper Edna Davis Ellen Dupuy Gladys English Nora Fayet Hattie Hope Virginia Hay Olive Elliot Mary Jones Lucile Long Lydia Mays Nellie Nelson Fannie Newman Margaret Norris Rosa Pale Ruth Palmer Carrie Rutledge Myrtle Savage Pauline Sander Katie Spurgeon Lena Tidmore Evelyn Tugger Jessie Trucks Mary Vedder Ethel Woods First Sopranos:
Ruth Baker Adelaide Baskerville Bertha Bates Anna Lou Brown Azalee Burks Grace Cagle Jessie Canterberry Suejette Cochran Lila Coker
Dorothy Crossgrove Lula Davis Thelma Evans Margaret Gallagher Rebecca Gay Gladys Gilbert Robina Guthrie Cecilia Hannigan Clarice Harrell Gertrude Holmes Norma Hickman Edna Hoehn Caroline Henshaw Eva Mae Jackson Mollie Jordan Rosa Kaufman Freda Levy Mildred Levy Gladys Lyle Maxine McCarty Alice Meyer Mary Kate Park Ruth Pitts Eva Pitts Marie Plemmons Gladys Poole Eflle Mae Powell Ethel Priest Margaret Richie Adell Sander Eunice Sloan Sou Sloan
Kate N. Turnipseed Kate Williamson Clarkie Zeigler
James Armstrong Herbert Brush Alston Busby Charles Suppler
Karl Gallagher John Hassler Fred Riggan Ben Rouss Joe Shannon
Edmond Patton Ix uis Botta Nat Clark George McPherson Marvin Sams Ralph Scholl
Francis Cook Jennings Drummond Joe Hickman Fred Kyle George McWatera Henry Moog
Bertram Keller Willie Mandy FIRST VIOLINS Ruth Pitta Ruby Arnold
Emma Ligon Charlotte Dixon Lena Kaufman SECOND VIOLINS Emanuel Zivitz Herman Smith Milo Thomas BASS VIOLIN Julian Keller
Junis Harrell CORNETS Harry Mills
Lucile Smith CLARINETS Ernest Mott
Mr. L. Frazer Banks Frank Lawson
Blaylock Mendenhall Rodgers .... Albert ... Rosen field .
Brock Meekie .. Rutledge English Hofer ... Dunlap . Davis ....
...First base (Captain)
__________________ — Second base
........._........ — Center field
.................. Right field
.................... Left field
________________ .. Substitute
Week of March 26—Central at Ensley.
Week of April 2—Howard Reserves at Ensley. Week of April 9—Ensley at Bessemer.
Week of April 16— Ensley at Birmingham, Reserves. Week of April 23—Ensley at Central.
Week of April 30—Ensley at Howard, Reserves. Week of May 7—Ensley at Jefferson County.
Week of May 14—Bessemer at Ensley.
Week of May 21—Birmingham Reserves at Ensley.
Blaylock ................... Quarter (Captain)
Brown .....................I ........Right end
Busby................... ............ Left end
Coleman ......................... Right tackle
Drummond ................... Left tackle
English .... ....... -------------- Substitute
11 ass lor .................. Right half-hack
Hickman .............................. Guard
Keenon ................-............... Quarter
Kyle ......................... —.... Left guard
Mays ..................... End and left-half-back
McPherson —.......................... Center
Osley - Right guard
Rodgers ____________ ... — Full-back
Tidmore ................................ Tackle
Walker ------------------------------- Utility
Wilcox .................... .......... Center
First Game—Central at Munger Field. Second Game—Bessemer at Bessemer.
Third Game—T. C., I. R. R. Co. at Ensley. Fourth Game—Etowah at Alabama City. Fifth Game—Central at Ensley.
77“Win the Pennant"
It is reported by one of Germany’s renowned commanders that, in a recent interview, an expression was sought from this successful military personage concerning the probable duration of the great European conflict, and also the point was stressed as to the light in which he viewed the attitude of the neutral nations. The reply of this hardened warrior was what one might naturally expect from one of his vocation. In this instance the General did not equivocate, but answered straight and to the point: “D— the neutrals! Win the war.” In this answer is forcibly
expressed the spirit and fighting character of the German nation.
This same spirit steeled the nerves and strengthened the martial sinews of the grim-visaged men who perished before the walls of Leige. It sustained for many weary and painful months the besieged and the besiegers at the gates of historic Verdun. They threw to the four winds every consideration and instinct of humanity and “Win the war” was the cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night that inspired these firehands of Mars to laugh in the inhuman struggle of certain death.
“On to Berlin!” is the magic that quickens the pulsation of every heart which longs for the downfall of Prussianism and prays for the coming of universal liberty to all mankind. This spirit which finds expression in the phrase “On to Berlin!” has caused men and women to make sacrifices unparalleled in human history. It has inspired the soldier to some of the noblest acts of heroism, and in the very presence of death the faint and blood-stained patriot has read from the lips of a dying comrade the unformed and unspoken words, “On to Berlin!” and straightway new courage is born to do or die in the effort to destroy the curse of militarism.
Whether this spirit finds expression in the words “Win the war” or “On to Berlin!” it is, in both instances, the same moving force, the same active agency that is keeping at white heat the coals of the world’s most stupendous and destructive war. Whatever we may think of this spirit, it is one of the mainsprings of human action set in motion by one of Nature’s fundamental laws.
As a matter of course, there must be spirit in every undertaking. Whether the pursuit be wedlock or war, aviation or athletics, unless there is spirit in the project the effort is doomed to certain failure.
But athletics and not war is our immediate concern, and “Win the pennant” for 1917 has become our slogan. To do this, to make the coming season successful in the field of athletics, we must bring to our aid organization and co-operation. In addition, we must put spirit into our effort to capture the coveted pennant. No half-hearted measures will suffice. That spirit which stimulates the tired energies to new vigor when the issue is doubtful and hope wavers in the balance is the spirit which we must incorporate into our Athletic Association if we would aim to the highest measure of success.
7ftAfter we have laid the right foundations for success in our athletic ventures, then let our slogan be “Win the Pennant!” That we will encounter strenuous opposition from opposing associations is an accepted fact. That we will meet with reverses is a foregone conclusion. But I feel sure that the character of our boys, on whom we have pinned our faith, is made of that stufT that such eventualities as were obstacles and temporary reverses will in no way deter their purpose or weaken their determination to win the 1917 pennant.
We believe that we have the material in our school from which athletes are made. Our boys are mentally as alert, morally as clean and physically as fit a bunch as can be found anyw'here, and this asset, coupled with determination and the proper spirit of athletics to “Win the pennant” in whatever held that duty may cal) is bound to crown our efforts with success.
We have launched our athletics upon a high plain. The spirit of fair play shall ever be the uppermost in our thoughts and conscience. And if we are fortunate enough to be the victors over rival associations at the end of the season, we will bear the trophies with becoming modesty. We would win, but not by any questionable methods of the game. The victory' must be clean.
In summing up the points that should count in our favor in the coming season of athletic sports, we have not overlooked the fact that we will encounter rivals in every way worthy of our steel. It is the part of unwisdom if not sheer weakness to underrate the strength of an opponent; and in training for the coming events it will behoove us to leave out no item, however inconsequential in its nature, in our scheme of preparation. Let thoroughness in every detail characterize our preparatory work. When these important requisites have been attended to, we may look to the future with confidence.
Thus the challenge goes forth, the gauge of battle is thrown down, and to all rivals who would contest our prowess at athletic endeavor we have a final message. The principle of fair play shall, under all circumstances. govern our actions in battle, and even-handed justice shall be our motto, but the spirit of the victor is strong within us, and w e have entered the game to “Win the Pennant I”
T9Caught in the Act
Dorothy was not eavesdropping, but she could not help hearing the conversation that was going on in the next room. She was giving a last satisfied look in the dining-room mirror when she heard a familiar voice say: “Just for once, boys. She is so high and mighty. Let's knock her
off her stilts this time."
“Well." said another, “hurry and give us your plans."
“We all know." lined out another young man. “with whom she wishes to go to the Senior picnic. So George, since she is so very fond of you"— with a wink at James, her best friend—“we will let you call her up and ask her for that much-desired privilege. Then each of us will call an hour later. Ralph second, and so on just as we are sitting now, leaving James last. You see, it will make her feel so bad to have to refuse us older boys. There, James, don't look as though you were on the way to your own funeral; it's just for once."
“I think it is an outrage." exclaimed James, “but guess I will have to agree."
“What is an outrage?" asked Dorothy to herself. “I will go in and
She went into the room and was greeted by: “This will be one time somebody has got the best of Dor—"
The boys looked and beheld Dorothy herself, smiling confusedly upon them. It had all dawned upon her in a moment, but her embarrassment was hidden by their own, so she came to their aid with “How did you all come out on your Latin test?" After a while they began to talk quite naturally. All the while she was planning to get the best of them. Ah! she would accept every one.
The next morning George was so delighted with Dorothy's acceptance that he forgot a certain insulting wink. Six other boys were surprised and delighted to receive the same enthusiastic acceptance. Early the next morning seven confused boys were seen in Dorothy's parlor, shuffling their feet and trying not to show their anxiety. It was more than they could understand. Dorothy, by way of explanation, said: “Boys. I feel
guilty and selfish for what I have done, but I was not quite ready to come down off my stilts. The only thing I mind is keeping six girls from enjoy-ing a delightful day in the woods." The boys looked hopelessly at one another. Then Dorothy said: "But I have had so much trouble getting
provisions for this crowd that I think I have received just punishment. Your bundles are in the other room. You will find them tagged. George, being the youngest, will take number one and so on down the line."
The boys, glad of any excuse to leave their persecutor, opened the door and found, to their surprise, six laughing girls tagged and waiting for them. While on their way James remarked to Dorothy, his partner: "Dorothy, how wise you are!"
“Yes," replied Dorothy, “wiser than you think, for I have sent the lunch ahead. But my! what a relief to see them out safe at last."
Elizabeth Maddox. '18.
soGRADUATES OF 1912
1. Carrie Beckam: Teacher.
2. Ethel Childs: University of Alabama.
3. Mrs. Dorough (Lydia Hood): Living at Fairview.
4. Louise Peytavin: Stenographer at Smith-Brown Jewelry Co., Ensley.
5. Christine Robbins: University of Alabama.
6. Alma Snapp: Teacher, third grade, Wylam.
GRADUATES OF 1913
1. William Suppler: Employee Bank of Ensley.
2. Mrs. Claud Eubank (Marie Broadnax): Living in Ensley.
3. Edith Dalbey: Living at home, Fairfield, Ala.
4. Grace Hillhouse: Instructor in music, Ensley High School.
5. Daisy Stacy: Registrar, Ensley High School.
GRADUATES OF 1914
1. John Austin: Employed by T. C. I., Ensley.
2. Gordon Palmer: University of Alabama.
3. Vivian Vann: Teacher at Sayreton, Ala.
4. Helen Armstrong: Birmingham College.
5. May Agnes Hilleke: St. Mary’s College. Notre Dame, Ind.
6. Mrs. Albert Day (Agnes Long): Fairfield, Ala.
7. Marie McGuire: Teacher, Baker School, Birmingham.
8. Leila Sander: Mrs. Lynch’s establishment, Birmingham.
9. Mrs. Tom Said (Lola White): Edgewater, Ala.
8]GRADUATES OF 1915
1. Edwin Cook: Birmingham College.
2. Herbert Phillips: By-Product T. C. I., Fairfield.
3. Garland Wilson: American Steel and Wire Co., Fairfield.
4. Cecelia Cain: Howard College.
5. Erskine McNamara: Auburn.
6. Margaret Godwin: Mobile, Ala.
7. Mrs. Claud Edwards (Olean McPherson): Just back from "honey-
GRADUATES OF 1916
1. David Cobb: University of Alabama.
2. Harlan Cross: Howard College.
3. Joseph Kantor: Auburn.
4. Lutie Campbell: Wheeler Business College,
5. Catherine Clark: Pratt City.
6. Magdalene Giattina: Ensley.
7. Lillian Mills: Normal College, Livingston.
8. Murgaret Suppler: Fairfield.
9. James Adams: T. C. I., Ensley.
10. Burdette Bates: Howard College.
11. Robert Brown (Bob): University of Alabama.
12. Eugene Freeman: Transylvania University, Lexington, Ky.
13. Dewey GolT: Bookkeeper. Bank of Ensley.
14. Alvin Keller: Tailoring Shop, Ensley.
15. Edwin Lusk: Dupont Powder Co., City Point, Va.
16. Fred McClure: University of Illinois.
17. Thomas McWaters: Chemist, Benzol By-Product T. C. I., Fairfield.
18. Herman Seal: University of Alabama.
19. Helen Cole: Stenographer for Cole-Mason Realty Co., Ensley.
20. Barbara Endres: University of Pittsburg. Pittsburg, Pa.
21. Jeanie Gadilhe: Librarian, Birmingham Public Library.
22. Gertrude Gravlce: Principal of Odenville, Ala., school.
23. Ruth Hilleke: St. Mary's, Notre Dame. Ind.
24. Mrs. Franklin (Ruth Inman).
25. Edna Meyer: Ensley Postoftice.
26. Lenora Reynolds: Ensley.
27. Helen Ritchie: Ensley.
28. Bennie Spinks: Howard College.
29. Dorothy Stokes: Lander's College in North Carolina.
30. Agnes Swygert: Music Teacher.
31. Grace Vann: Training School for Teachers, Birmingham.
32. Avis Watson: University of Alabama.
Note: This list is not complete.
82In the School of Hard Knocks
How Would You Like To Be—f
As tall as Drummond. as small as Beecher.
As neat as McPherson............ as coy as Craig.
As sweet as Hickman as sporty as Armstrong.
As married ns Hassler............as solemn as Brock.
As learned as Rogers .......... as dumb as Moog.
As chick as Mandy............. as quick as Chastain.
As jolly as Sandefur............ as sober as Keenan.
As chivalrous as Brush............as cute as Anderson.
As loved as Johnson..............as fussed as Tidmore.
As dainty as Kyle...............as popular as Caraway.
As cheerful as Jones ............as sour as McGuire.
As savage as Linderman_________ as frivolous as Sams.
As petite as Zivitz ........... as strong as Cannon.
As godly as Coleman ........... as broke as Busby.
As mighty as Cain ............ as slow as Clark.
How Would You Like to Hare—f
Feet like Long..._...............eyes like Burke.
A complexion like Shropshire ....hair like Hope.
As much to do as Merkle .........curls like Guthrie.
A name like Turnipseed .......... a voice like Ritchie.
A grouch like I-ammert...........a smile like Cooper.
How Would You Like to—t
Bluff like Summerlin..............love like Mader.
Walk like Sheldon.................fuss like Lyle.
Blush like Huffstuttler............bone like Gay.
Star like Blue ...................grind like Turner.
Play like Fike sing like McKenzie.
Brag like McGregor ...... ....... be engaged like Barber.
WWould You Believe That—?
Gladys English was once tardy?
Miss Hanlin said, "It's up to you?"
We won the last baseball game?
Mr. Craig passed a Science class?
Milo Thomas is really a very quiet little girl?
Rex Lambert rose in time for an 8 o’clock class?
Eloise Carey has quit flirting?
A bread crust was washed in the Domestic Science Department? Miss Ligon finished the recitation before the bell rang?
Mr. Johnson left a window up?
The Shakespearian lost a debate?
Clarence Craig slept in class?
Moog refused to answer a question?
Mr. Terrell was in a hurry?
New Discovery in Science
Henry Moog, the great chemist, discovers new compound kiss.
Dr. Moog first entertained the idea that kiss could be prepared artificially. He labored very ardently in the chemical laboratory with different elements and compounds. He first attempted to take Potassium Iodide (Ki) and combine it with two parts Sulphur (Ss). thus, thus obtaining KISs). His earnest efforts were a failure. Instead of obtaining KISS he obtained (KISs), which was not available. Then he gave up trying to prepare it artificially and tried to find it free in Nature. How long Dr. Moog labored he refuses to state, or when, or how, or where he obtained it. But the fact leaked out on February' 29, 1916, that he had actually obtained KISS in available form. Dr. Moog keeps secret the conditions under which KISS was prepared. It is known that it can be prepared under a hood, and it is thought that conditions of pressure vary with the time, place and manner of preparation.
The properties of KISS were not disclosed by Dr. Moog. Whether it is in the form of gas. liquid or solid, no one but Dr. Moog knows. It is hoped that he will give the benefit of his discovery to the general public in the near future.
85A Modern Romance
Information, speculation, fluctuation, ruination,
Dissipation, degradation, reformation or starvation. Application, situation, occupation, restoration.
Concentration, enervation, nerve prostration—a vacation.
Destination, country station, nice location, recreation, Exploration, observation, fascination—a flirtation. Trepidation, hesitation, conversation, simulation,
Invitation, acclamation, sequestration, cold libation.
Stimulation, animation, inspiration, innovation. Demonstration, agitation, articulation, exclamation. Declaration, acceptation, osculation,—a sweet sensation. Exultation, preparation, combination,—a new relation.
I’d rather be a could be If 1 could not be an are.
For a could be is a may tie.
With a chance of touching par.
I’d rather be a has been Than a might have been by far,
For a might have been has never been.
But a has was once an are.
Lost: Three games of baseball. Finder please return to Coach Craig.
For Sale: A one-year-old, broke-to-the-saddle, cream-colored pony. Name, “Virgil.”—Gladys English.
Visitor: “What is the faculty?"
Student: "It is a body of members hired to help the seniors run the
Brothers and sisters, don't you know it is a sin To peel potatoes and waste the skin?
—Domestic Science Department.
No, Darwin didn't use any cute in "The Gleam" to illustrate any of his books, although we can easily see how you came to make that mistake.
Mr. Brown: “I took a picture of James Armstrong working today.”
Jennings D.: "It must have been a snapshot."
86Laugh at everything you see and you won’t miss any funny points. Mr. De La Rue: “What made the Tower of Pisa lean?”
Harry Blaylock: “If I knew I’d try it.”
Definition of Woman
The fairest work of the greatest Author. The edition is large and no man should be without a copy.
Matrimony is a chemical laboratory full of explosives.
President, in senior class meeting: “Nominations are now in order
for the class flower.”
Adell Sander: ”1 suggest jonquils.”
Lois Blue: “Jonquils don’t bloom in June.”
Henry Moog: “Well, 1 guess they’ll bloom for us, won’t they, for
aren’t we Seniors?”
What Would Happen If1—
Orene Lammert ceased to giggle?
Jessie Canterbury lost a pound?
Leland Clayton should flirt?
Norman Mandy didn't try to act cute?
Alston Busby should study?
Mr. Craig missed going to the Lyric?
Suejette Cockran lost her chewing gum?
Herbert Brush should announce a baseball victory?
Fannie Bibb should smile?
James Armstrong should ask an intelligent question?
Harry Blaylock should be found in the hails?
George McPherson should wear a black tie?
“Hallie” should fail to keep office hours in the music department? Lucile Long should “drop on" the island of Honolulu?
Anna Barber ceased to eat between classes?
87A Parody on “La Marseillaise"
A Ilona, enfant de ia classe franca ise,
je period de gloire eat arrive!
Cont re nous de la Dewey Le “xero" sanglant est leve.
Entendez-vous dans les classes Mugir ’ces pauvre el eves.
II vient jusque dans nos bras,
Egorger nos fils et nos grades.
Aux livres, Me eleves, preparez vo lecons Travaillons, travaillons,
Qu'un M»roM mal echappe nos rapports.
Hulon McGregor. Henry Moog.
U—nexpected company. N—ot prepared.
Seen on Text Books
MOpen All Night
“Closed for Season
“Closed for Repair ’
“Open from 1:10 to 1:50" (his class).
Miss Hanlin: “Why is it wrong for a business letter to be on scented
H. M. Moog: “Mistake in tense. It’s scented and should be sent
89NOTE.—Because of the general misunderstanding of the student body as to how and why the faculty won the basketball game played against the seniors, we hereby wish to state that, as a matter of fact, we willingly allowed the honorable members of the faculty to put us down in defeat and humiliation in order that, in the week of judgment (beginning May 21, 1917), they would not flunk us on our final exams.
Hoping that this statement will again raise us to our accustomed place of high esteem (?), we are. Yours sincerely,
Miss Hanlin: ‘'Make a sentence using “aboard” as an adverb."
R. Rutledge: “Get a board.”
Mr. De La Rue: “During the present war the Germans have invented a helmet that works automatically in such a manner that it is a rare thing for a soldier to be hit in the head.”
S. J. Drummond: “Huh! Get some of these hard-headed Americans over there and they wouldn’t need helmets.”
Professor (calling roll): “Mr. Logan—Mr. Logan.”
Mr. Logan (on awakening): “1 can’t answer that. Professor.”
Members of Senior Class, '17.
90Roberts Piper "Wheeler Students Get the Best Positions"
Coffee Out W heeler Business
Specially College Summer
PHONE 14 Term
MAY 1 TO AUGUST 1. 1917
O. W. Wagoner Special Summer Rates for our $60 Course, either in Stenography and
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Ladies' and Gents' Furnishings Reduced to $-10
Ladies' Novdty Collars Send (or Catalog
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