Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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Hepler CLASS OF 1917 Humorous Elizabeth Getz, Chairman Charlotte E. Kahler Verna E. Beddow Esther Pllum Ruth A. Klein julia Marcella O'Rourke Marion Lengel Advertisements Bessie B. Ruth C Frances W. Barr Esther C. Schweitzer Vivian E. Jenkin Katharine N. Palm Mary E. Andes Mary A. Dick Clare Regar Katherine E. Resch Ella N. Baer S. Kathryn Daugherty Agnes V. Bredbenner Ruth Fry Helen K. Bell Esther M. Baum Lucy M. Reedy hairmen Subscription Ruth M. Lenhart, Chairman Ethel E. Seifarth Margaret B. Zellers Alice Dorothy Oberlaender Meta C. Burbeck ' W . we 1 A 7551. ffm ff, 3 I 1 XE H Ed to W 'ffillllllllt' r X 'Y Ghv iliarultg f i Miss Miss Viisfz Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Mary H. Mayer ..... ..........Principal Charlotte Heckman ........ Vice-Principal Florence B. Beitenman...Vice-Principal Elizabeth Holi ............ ...Commercial Branches Minta I-ulton ................... Latin Flora A. Dohbin ............. Science Eleanor H. T. Sander..4...Cverman Ethel M. Silver ............... Mathematics Susie Lawson ................ ..Mathematics, Science Marietta E. Johnston ...... English Edna A. Tyson ............... English Annie Swartz .................. Mathematics Helen L. Ruth ........ Reba N. Medlar ............... German, Science Constance M. Hallock ..... History, English .......Mathematics Laura J. Doyle ............... Commercial Branches Clara M. Deck .... Alma S. Dumn .... Margaret Burr ..... ...........English ...........Art ....Science M. M. Hergesheimer ....... Latin, English Anna M. Shearer ........... Music Clara M. Youngs Margaret Stephen Edith R. Rhoads.. III lit New f , .Dis is 3. is I tm, jjfij iw ...........Domestic Science ..,........Mathematics ...........Domestic Art ,il ,214 I in N ll l in Hx ffzflffflf , 1 X sm? 5, - . r k UWAI- Q um. 1 N -. X in nl. iiu+""" U Avgiul, " H ,xxxxlllumhl " wiixrmmlltk 11 .lung null 'I' ni' . I V 4 Miss Mary H. Mayer Principal 5 -- Miss' Heckman Miss Dumn Miss Hergesheimer Mi s Beitenman Miss Burr Miss Tyson Miss Sander Miss Holl Miss Shearer Miss Rhoads Miss Johnston MissfHallock 3 ' 54 Miss Doyle Miss Lawson Miss Fultogi 7 3. Miss Stephen ,,,., ' Miss Dobbin Miss Swartz M' M dl Miss Youngs Iss e at Miss Silver - I Miss Ruth Miss Deck 8 Eugene Field, the Beloved Frances A. Foos world not merely by the names given them by their parents in child- hood. ,Generally there was some striking epithet attached, designating some distinctive characteristic, occupation or exploit. Alexander the Great would be scarcely recognized without his full title, nor Cato the Censor, Edward the Confessor, nor William the Conqueror. What then could be more appropriate than that we attach to one of the greatest men of our day, Eugene Field, the title of Beloved? The world has produced its great dramatic poet, Shakespeare, the poet of nature, Wordsworth, the ethical poet, Browning, its Lowells, Tennysons, Popes, Longfellows, Poes, all marvelous they are, each in his own sphere, but where in the annals of history can be found one, so simple, so homespun, yet so valued and endeared beyond other poets as our own American, Eugene Field, the Beloved? Eugene Field, the poet of youth and of old age, of high and low, of rich and poor, does not win his place in our hearts because of his intellectual appeal, nor yet by mastering the emotions with tense or dramatic situations. The very irrepressible gayness and again pathos in the expression -of his ouaint, lovely child thoughts has charmed us with its beauty, not overpowered us with its grandeur. , ,IN ancient and mediaeval times great men were known to the outside "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. g 'Where are you going and what do you wish?' The old moon asked the three. 'We have come to fish for the herring Hsh That live in this beautiful sea, Nets of silver and gold have wel' Said Wynken Blynken And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea. Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken Blynken And Nod." . Those who are familiar with the works of Eugene Field knww 'tthe in-s that a loosened spirit brings." Up, up into the witching realm of dreams the haunting lines wing your spirit, tired and bruised from the sordid petttv trifies of this earth. Through the land of fancy they take you, peopled with capricious images of a poet's own imagination. Yet curiously friendly are they, and Soothing to the soul. Q L "Have you ever ,heard of the Sugar Plum Tree? 'Tis a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop Sea, In the garden of Shut-Eye Towng The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet, CAs those who have tasted it sayl That good little children have only to eat Of that fruit to be happy next day." These are not fancies which appeal to men in their higher moments, moments of success, when they leave the world behind and other peoples seem lesser in comparison. Nor yet are they eternal fancies which appeal to those who wish to be uplifted, or wish to Hnd inspirations to ennoble their lives and strengthen their ideals. They are dainty child fancies, most de- lightful to a soul wearied with a surfeit of lofty ambitions, of wasting hopes, of goals, seemingly forever unattainable. Rest and refreshment for thte spirit is their gift to human kind. They help the strugglers on the toilsome way, make life more worth living, and stir the springs of eternal hope in the human heart. A ' "Happy the man that while his blood is warm, Sees hope and friendships dead about him lie Nor shuns the poison barbs of calumnyg And 'mid it all stands sturdy and elate, Girt only with the armor God hath meant For him who 'neath the buffeting of fate Can say to God and man, 'I am content.' " Field did not need nature to stir him to his greatest efforts as did Wordsworth, nor the supernatural as did Poe, nor yet the forces of love as Byron. Simple, everyday happenings when clothed with his rich imagina- tion and rollicking fancies are irresistible. Solitude was not an incentive tc him to work. It was when he was surrounded by people and in the midst of active life that his inspirations came to him. He was at a child's Christmas party when he composed his famous little jingle: "Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill. Mighty glad I ain't a girl-rather be a boy Without them sashes, curls and things that's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples, an' go swimmin' in the lake- Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! 'Most all the time the whole year round, there ' ain't no flies on me, But jist 'fore Christmas l'm as good as I kin be." The charming grace, pathos, sympathy and revelation of beautiful thought beneath a masque of fantasy came straight from his own heart and mind. He lived his life in his poetry, as do all truly great poets, He was 10 1 1 Eugene Field and His Little Friends From the EUGENE FIELD BOOK. By permission of Gharles Scribner's Sons. to a great extent aided in his efforts by his deep love ofgchildren. lnvolun- tarily they were attracted to this kindred spirit, who was capable of telling more marvelous tales than even their vivid litttle imaginations could conjure up. lt is this sympathy for children and implicit belief in their fairy world that inspired most of his poetry. Otherwise how could he have written? "l ain't afeard of snakes or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! l'm pretty brave 1 guessg an' yet I hate to go to bed, For when l'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers are said, Mother tells me, 'Happy dreamsi' an' takes away the light, An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things t at night." Though renowned the world over for his humor, Field reached the height of his poeticaleifusion when writing of tragedy. Some great shock often completely revolutionizes a blithe, care-free nature and .touches hidden springs of sentiment hitherto undiscovered. Thus it seems that a tragedy was destined to bring out the noblest and sweetest in Field's nature. After the death of his litttle son all his works have an appealing touch of sadness. , "The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands, And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, 11 And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of .a little hand, The smile of a little face And they wonder as waiting the long years through, In the dust of that little chair, y What has become of the Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there? " Field is the beloved poet that he is, because in him we Hnd not only our aspirations but ourselves. ln him dawned the consciousness of greater powers that urged him on to higher effort. Before this genius we stand awed and our aspirations leap upward, but in our hearts ahides everlasting the love which his songs and sympathy with humanity have stirred. For a greater lover of humanity never lived nor one more in tune with the world for whom he wrote. His love knew no hounds, it extended to all and in return he was allowed to taste freely of the cup of happiness during his lifetime. Rosewell Field has it, "What greater assurance can there be of happiness in that life where all is weighed in the scale of love, and love is triumphant, eternal? " So we American people, instead of worshiping at the shrine of foreign poets, let us turn our devotion to the great men of our own lands. Never, can we requite the wondrous gift Eugene Field has left to the world. 'tTho' fame dies and honors perish, loving kindness is immortal," and Eugene Field will ever he welcomed in the hearts of the people as Eugene Field, the Beloved. Eugene Field and His Dolls From the EUGENE FIELD BOOK . Byypermission of Charles Scribner's Sons. 12 The Most, Tragic Figure Among Ameri- can Men of Letters Alumni Prize Essay. Elizabeth Getz- Di UST across the Mason-Dixon Line, in the heart of the sleepy old town J of Baltimore, is the deserted grave of the most pathetic and tragic figure in all the history of American literature. That deserted grave marks the end of a great life-an integral life-a life filled to over- flowing with deepest anguish and heart-rending suffering! Nietzsche says, "It is in the school of suffering-of intense suffering-that has been created every great thing which humanity has produced." Edgar Allan Poe cer- tainly spent the greater part of his tragic eventful life in that same bitter school! Born of a morally and physically unhealthy union, that of a loose Bohemian ingenue and a wayward self-indulged aristocrat, poor Poe had the curse of hereditary instincts and tendencies to batttle against. His child- hood, too, was a most unhappy one! The theatrical profession was, in those days, far from highly remunerative, and the improvident Poes and their three small children, William, Edgar and Rosalie, often felt the sharp pinch of poverty. When Edgar was but three years old, his little mother died, and he was adopted by the John Allans of Baltimore as an orphan waif. The Allans were young and childless, and made a great pet of the attractive, bright- eyed, curly-haired little boy, whom they had taken into their comfortable home. Unfortunately, their love for Edgar was simply the pride of pos- session, they had none of the finer parental love, which would have meant sn much! more to a little poet. Miraculously realizing their deficiency in this, they foolishly attempted to make up for it in lavishing untold sums of pocket- money on a mere baby. This early indulgence proved the .beginning of Poe's end! Poe was much like any other little boy while he was at school, although he was unusually quiet and retiring. Some of his early schoolfellows once said of him, "No one knew him," and this expresses exactly his unhappy solitary state. His unfortunate parentage had formed an unbridgeable gulf between himself and the children with whom he was thrown in contact. He was socially ostracized for his parents' indiscretions! The realization of this hung over him like an ominous cloud and the supersensitive youth suffered untold agonies at the hands of his social, though not intellectual, superiors. While Poe was a mere youth of fourteen, he was invited to the home of a schoolfellow for a visit. There he met -the boy's mother, Jane Sith Standard, and her responsive sympathy and sweet gracious tenderness imme- diately endeared her to the heart of this lonely little boy, hungry for the mother-love which had always been denied him. Even this purely ideal . 13 1. love, too, was denied him, for Mrs. Standard died soon afterward and the tale, with all its typically Poesque atmosphere, that Poe haunted her grave by night, soon originated. This, however, has been practically disproven. His first really "mortal" love was for a neighborjs daughter, Sara Elmira Royster. Miss Royster's father, on account of the extreme youth of the lovers, intercepted all the letters which Poe sent from the University of Virginia, where he was matriculating. The affair soon came to an un- happy close. While at the university, Poe's superabundance of pocket-money first led him into serious trouble. lt was there that the Hrst seeds of a passion for strong drink and gambling were sown. Poe drank and gambled heavily the was young and probably affected a rejected lover's recklessnessj, and soon Mr. Allan brought him home from the university without honoring S2,500 of gambling debts. Poe's career at West Point was much the same. A creature of impulse, he was utterly oblivious or indifferent to military law and order. His failure to observe military orders and his neglect of routine duties finally caused him to be dismissed from the school. This incident settled his career, and liter- ature became his ruling passion. Mr. Allan was thoroughly disgusted with his adopted son's misbehavior, and Poe was forced to leave his homie forever. Y fi Poe then went to Baltimore to live with his father's sister, Mrs. Clemm. She was a poor widow, and Poe's writings brought no magnihcent sums into the family coffers. Nevertheless, this thoroughly good 'woman made her nephew welcome, and hers was the first real home he had ever known. Mrs. Clemm's little daughter, Virginia, completed the little family, and it was a pathetically, almost foolishly, happy one, in .spite of its poverty. Edgar Allan Poe was by no means effeminate, but his poetic nature had always drawn him towards women rather than men. His flirtations fso lucklessly begun with Miss Roysterj were continued with a sixteen-year-old Miss Herring, a friend of Virginia Clemm. Poor Poe! Miss.-Herring's father proved quite as unsympathetic as Miss Rcyster's, and the affair reached the usual unhappy termination. Up to this time Poe had published several volumes of verses and his moral conduct ,according to Mrs. Clemmj was beyond reproach. He looked the poet, thoroughly, and many of his companions of a coarser fibre mistook his refinement for effeminacy, for Poe had always fascinated women, who were naturally drawn to him by his quick sympathy and affectionate dis- position. Poe's next affair was with an "unknown lady" living in the neighborhood. The flirtation began with a series of handkerchief signals, and ended with Poe's cowhiding the young lady's uncle and having himself severely criticized and ridiculed by society and the press. 14 ln spite of the fact that Baltimore was not the most appreciative place for a literary aspirant, Poe succeeded in having several manuscripts published in the "Baltimore Saturday Visitor." Among these was his "Ms. Found in a Bottle," which created quite a furore. This secured recognition for a few of his poems and launched him on his literary career. ' Soon after, Poe left Baltimore for Richmond and pleaded with soft- hearted Mrs. Clemm to allow him to take little thirteen-year-old Virginia with him as his wife ffor a close attachment had developed between themj. Mrs. Clemm,'realizing her daughter's love for Poe and his true worth, gave her consent, and the two cousins were married. Poe's love for Virginia was the most sweetly pathetic event of his whole life. He fairly worshipped and adored his little child-wife, shielded her from every harm, and remained absolutely faithful and true to her throughout her whole life. They were poor-desperately poor-were often cold and often hungry, but supremely happy in each other's love. No matter what affairs Poe had with other women, as long as he had his little Virginia, he was perfectly loyal to her-always. The greatest tragedy of his .life occurred when his adored wife burst a blood-vessel and was doomed to waste slowly, hopelessly away. . In the meantime, they had moved to a little cottage in Fordham, and Mrs. Clemm was called to nurse her ill-fated daughter. Supersensitive, heartbroken Poe attempted to drown his grief in carousing and was unable to write a line. Consequently, they had no money and when Virginia finally died, in midwinter, torn between hectic fever and dreadtiul chills, there was no cover on her bed, which was only straw, but a snow-white counterpane. She died, wrapped in her devoted husband's greatcoat with a large tortoise-shell cat at her bosom. These were the poor little sufTerer's only means of warmth. Poe fell seriously ill after this tragedy, and his life was believed to be endangered. He had no money and his devoted mother-in-law and good angel, Mrs. Clemm, carried his manuscripts from publisher to publisher, in a futile efforttto raise a little money. During his illness, he wrote the sweetest and simplest of his poems in which he mourns the loss of his adored little wife so touchingly- "For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And so, all the night-tide, 1 lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea- ln her tomb by the sounding sea." Poe was never the same after this, he lost all light-heartedness, and was 15 , more worn and moody than ever. Frances Sergeant Osgood, the best friend Virginia and Edgar Allan Poe ever had, has said, "At his desk beneath the romantic picture of his loved and lost Lenore, he would sit, hour after hour, patient, assiduous, uncomplaining, tracing, with almost superhuman swiftness, the rare and radiant fancies as they flashed through his wonderful- ever- wakeful brain." Poe has been severely censured by critics who doubt the Platonicism of his friendship with Mrs. Frances Sergeant Osgood, but Poe's poems to her seem but the expression of a love a genius might have for a kindred, sym- pathetic spirit.. A poet's innermost emotions can be but little known! In the summer of 1845, while on a visit to Boston, Poe met the tem- peramental poetess, Sara Helen Whitman. He immediately fell passionately in love with her and, after having known her only a short time, declared his love. Mrs. Whitman was so attracted by Poe's passionate eagerness and impetuosity that she agreed to marry him. The union of two such abnormal natures as Poe and Mrs. Whitman was full of dangers! Fortunately, fate intervened and the wooing ended in disaster. lt is said that Poe never there- after mentioned Sara Helen Whitman's name. As a critic, in the service of f'His Majesty, the Press," Poe could never have been a very great success. His criticisms were always harsh, and he incurred great disfavor by severely censuring Longfellow and charging him with flagrant plagiarism. As a poet and author, Poe is second to none in America. American literature secured little or no recognition in Europe until Poe, with his startling originality, called its attention to the new world's literary offerings. In France and Russia, especially, is Poe considered America's greatest genius. "The Fall of The House of Usher" and "Ligeia" are his best prose work, as "The Raven" and "Ulalume" are his best poems. All of his works, both poetry and prose, are characterized by an extravagance and intensity which are bound to stir even the least impressionable to a vivid realization of the beauty as well as the gall in which his pages are steeped. There is no writer fwith the possible exception of Maxime Gorkyj who can even pretend to equal Poe in tales of horror and crime. His wonderful style, his intensity, his supersensitiveness and miraculous powers of expres- sion raise him to an unapproachable height as an interpreter of human emotions. lt is impossible to read Poe with the amused disinterestedness of a spectator at a, play. Foe "drags" you into the scene of action and compels you, yourself, to feel and live the horror and agony he depicts. Poe writes of emotions, passions--not of people! He writes of sensations -not of actions! Never can he be equaled in his own field! He is a genius apart-daringly original-startlingly unusual! The life of Edgar Allan Poe is, in itself, a tragedy. Besieged by dis- appointment, suffering, anguish-thwarted on every hand, by misfortune 16 and disaster-Poe died in 1849. The circumstances of his death are shrouded in oblivion. Thus, this great genius sank by the wayside' Poe so aptly characterizes himself, unknowingly, as- " .................... some unhappy master, whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore Of-'Never-nevermore! " WW e Swat Q THE BROWN AND THE GOLD As we looked at the mountains those glorious When the Autumn winds were blowing cold We saw that through His mysterious ways ! The mountains were painted brown and gold. These colors, the sign of the parting year, Swirl through the air as the winds blow cold And as we part from friends true and dear, Proudly we wave the Brown and the Gold. ! days -Edna N Sell 17k Some of in Infancy N Miss Dumn May the Faculty and Childhood Miss Holl Miss Rhoads Miss Shearer 18 Miss Burr SOME OF IN INFANCY ,339 Miss Dobbin Miss Beitenman ,.... Miss Medlar 4- ' Vi . F ' Q 1- 'W 'Q A .. .rf 3 ,N ,l .Y Miss Sander 5 I x Miss Deck Miss Hallock Miss Ruth 19 THE FACULTY AND CHILDHOOD . .... Q 53.5 x , Y'i' - Y ' N sm Q fy 2 bi- ra s 9' il 1 Miss Johnston Miss Youngs Miss Doyle The Sorrowful Cupid S. Kathryn Daugherty ISS DOROTHY MILBOURNE took a book from the table with a sigh. She was very tired, and decided to read a little before looking over the pile of drawings at her side. Miss Milbourne was the art director of a large magazineg that is, she inspected all the drawings submitted before they were printed. She could well remember the time when it was not necessary for her to go out to work. But that was before the estate had been eaten up by debts. y The book Miss Dorothy held was an old one that she had read many times, but it would at least take her mind off her work for a while. The book dropped open at a place where a newspaper clipping lay. lt was dated June 4, 1910. Miss Dorothy opened it listlessly, but the blazing headlines caused her to sit suddenly upright. THE SON OF MILBOURNE A BRIDEGROOM-SURPRISES FAMILY AND FRIENDS-BRIDE A CHORUS-GIRL 'Danielson Milbourne surprised both his family and friends today when he married Elizabeth Duross. Mr. Milbourne is the last son of the Milbournes of Virginia. He comes of a good old family and his marriage was as much a shock as a surprise. "Miss Duross was-a member of the chorus playing at the Lake Lane Theatre." Dorothy Milbourne clenched the bit of paper in her hand and walked rapidly up and down the room. She thought she had -forgotten it all long ago, but found it was still fresh in her memory. Would she never forget? Was she always to be tortured with the thought that it was her beloved brother who had brought .disgrace on the family? After awhile she calmed herself and went back to the table. Her head ached, and her eyes burned, but she knew that she must still go over all the drawings. She sat down and drew the package toward her. The tirst sheet caused a puzzled frown to gather above her eyes. For several weeks past, there had come in, almost every day, a sheet hlled with little cupids. Now Miss Milbourne had seen almost every kind of cupid imaginableg merry faced ones, saucy-faced ones, cupids with a coquettish look or an artful glance. But she had to confess that she had never seen any like these before. They were the saddest-faced cupids one could imagine. The eyes looked as though they were brimming with tears, and some of them had pathetic little smiles that were sadder than tears. Miss Milbourne had always felt her heart ache a little as she looked at those fat little cupids with the sad, sad faces. She had tried repeatedly to find the artist, but was unable to do so. At the bottom of the sheets had been merely the initials "E. D. M." 20 This night, as she looked at the cupids, she felt that she must find the artist and comfort him, for she felt sure whoever it was surely needed comfort. The next evening on her way home from the ofiice she found herself in fl great confusion of people, carriages, and automobiles. Men were shout- ing and women screaming. As Miss Dorothy tried to push her way through the crowd, she felt something tugging at her skirt. Looking down she found a little boy, about five years old, clinging to her skirts. As Miss Dorothy had a horror of being in an excited mob, almost uncon- sciously she grasped the little fingers at her side and hurried toward the corner. "Will you please signal that taxi for me?" It was a big burly policeman she addressed and while waiting for the taxi, she asked: f'What has happened? " "An automobile knocked a lady down. They're a-taking her to the hospital. Here ye are, lady," and he held open the door of the car for her toenter. ' 5 Miss Dorothy placed the little boy in the car, gave the chautteur her address, thanked the ofiicer, and sank back in the seat with a sigh of relief. She was glad to sit perfectly quiet for a minute with her eyes closed. She was still clasping the hand of her strange little partner, and presently she roused herself and looked at him. The little fellow had nestled up close to her, evidently perfectly content. I "What is your name, dear? " she asked after a while. "Father calls me 'Sonny,' was the grave reply, "but Mother calls me 'Cupid' " Miss Dorothy started. What an odd name! The memory of those strange drawings came back forcefully to her. She turned the child around so that the light from a passing arc lamp fell on his face. The woman drew in her breath sharply. lt was the same face as the sad little cupids. Who was this child? Was she to find the mysterious artist at last? She was suddenly appalled at the thought that, here she was, calmly riding off with a perfectly strange child in her possession. But it was too late to think of that now, for the chauffeur was already stopping at her door. There was nothing to do but take the child in and give him something to eat. After she had put the little boy to bed, she sat in her little sitting-room and wondered what to do with him. She couldn't turn him out into the streets. She didn't know his parents. What WAS she to do with him? The only thing that suggested itself was to take him to Police Headquarters in the morning. With this thought in her mind she crept into bed, and drew the warm little body close into her arms. It was with a w'arm thrill around her heart that she at last fell asleep. The next morning she telephon'ed to the office that she would not be able to be in all day, then set to work to find out who this little boy was. The child chattered merrily away as Miss Dorothy washed the wishes and cleared up her rooms. The woman wondered how she had ever stood the loneliness before. lt seemed impossible that one night could have made such a difference. She hated to think how empty it would bf! after the little one had gone. ?1 l It was nearly ten o'clock when she finally started for the Headquarters with the little Hngers closely clasped in her own. The morning was a lovely one, and Miss Dorothy walked slowly, enjoying the fresh morning air and sunshine. She questioned- the child about his home and parents, but as she could gather nothing from his baby answers, it was with both relief and sorrow that she at last mounted the steps of the great brown building. The Chief questioned her closely, and no one seemed to be able to get anywhere in the mystery. "What does your mother look like, son? " asked the Chief of the child. "She's very pretty. She has nice curly hair for little boys to play in, and a little hole in her face 'at plays hide'n peek." The Chief laughed heartily, but was suddenly grave again. "Why!" he exclaimedi "Why didn't we think of it before? His mother must be the woman who was hurt last night. They took her to St. Joseph's. You can leave him here, Miss Milbourne, and l'll send him up with one of my men." But as Miss Milbourne was not going to let this precious chance slip through her fingers, she politely offered to convey the child to the hospital herself. T'he offer was gladly accepted, and the two started out again. This time Miss Dorothy got on a trolley, for it was too far up town for the child to walk. i A few minutes' ride brought them to the hospital. Miss Dorothy told the nurse whom she wanted to see and on the way up in the elevator plied her with questions. "Is she badly hurt? " "Nothing serious. A dislocated knee-cap and a broken arm. She is quite conscious but feverish. I believe she would improve rapidly if she could have the "little sad-faced Cupid" that she calls for continually." There was no doubt that this was the person she had been searching for. At the door the nurse cautioned her not to excite the patient, and Miss Dorothy promised to be very careful. A She had decided to take the child in with her at once, 'but, on second thought, placed him in a chair by the window in the hall and told him not to move from that spot until she came ont. ' ' She softly opened the door and went in. The womangon the bed lay wrthher eyes open but very quiet, one arm was bandaged and the other was thrown up on the pillow, the slim hand fingering the silken hair that curled and brllowed about her like brown waves. She turned her head listlessly and looked inquiringly at her visitor. Miss Dorothy smiled and held out her hand. ."Are you the lady who has curly hair for little boys to play in, and a hole ln your face that plays hide and peek? " she asked softly. An eager smile brought the "hole in her face" into view, as the invalid exclaimed: , .-,Mm "Ah, my little Cupid! Have you seen him? ls he here?" d "He's right out in the hall and l'll bring him in as soon as you quiet own." 22 A few minutes later the woman was clasping the little fellow to her, and raining kisses on his grave little face. Miss Milbourne put the child down on the tloor after a while, and turned to talk to the woman. She told her about the drawings and asked if she was the originator. ' "Yes," the woman answered. "My husband had been ill and we needed money, so I drew the pictures and sent them in. Then after my husband was well and at work again, I kept on drawing them to pass away idle hours. We aren't rich, but we have a plenty of everything and we love each other which is better than riches." "What do the letters 'E. D. M.' on all the drawings stand for?" Miss Milbourne asked. "Why, they are my initials. My name is Elizabeth Duross Milbourne." "Elizabeth Duross Milbourne!" Miss Dorothy repeated dully. "Yes, l suppose, if you read the papers, you remember what a fuss was raised when Dan married me. His people refused to have anything to do with me and turned him off completely. But l've been so perfectly happy that I've forgiven them long ago." Miss Milbourne sat as if turned to stone. Her brother's wife! Her brother's child! For an agonizing moment her self-control tottered in the balance. A piteous, heart-rending cry brought her back to life. A man had come into the room and was striding toward the bed. "Betty! My little Betty!" he cried, and gathered the slim little form into his arms and sobbed aloud. The little wife slipped her well arm about his neck and croond softly as to a child. "There, there Danny, boy. It's all right. l'm not hurt bad, Danny," and she kissed the top of his head and patted his cheek. "Come, boy, brace up. We have company." At this the man turned toward the still figure. , "Dorry!" he exclaimed, a smile lighting his face. Then as swiftly the smile faded and his face hardened. "Well." His voice was cold and formal, but Miss Milbourne had made up her mind. i "Ah, Danny, Danny! l've been so lonely and sad without you. Will you forgive me, lad?" Dan looked at his sister closely, then held out his arms. With a little sob Dorothy went into them. No more loneliness or homesickness. Just happiness and content. Presently Dan turned to his wife and said: "Betty, sweet, this is my sister, Dorothy. Will you forgive her and love her for my sake? " ., "Why, l've forgiven her long ago and l'll love her for her own, sake." The End. 23 151 7 Qlhriaiman Titre 24 MADAMES GHOST By Katharine M Hernly L' The ghost had gone-disappeared entirely .without leaving so much as a fag end of himself. He had oozed ff in through the key-hole-a rather wilted ghost with a tired f. , look around his eyes, and a silk muffler around hisneck-- and had oozed out again before the family had had a lclnance to seize him. g "lt is too bad," sobbed Madame. 'tlt is by far too bad. I did so wish for a ghost. Mme. Lanvin has a new bed-quiltf-but if l had a ghost--" Madame's voice trailed off into a wail. "Moreover," deplored Mam'zelle, who was Madame's daughter and no longer young, "moreover, a ghost would have been so fine to go a-walking with. lt is indeed too bad." "Perhaps," suggested Theobald, Madame's husband, hopefully, "per- haps he will come back again." And back again he came. lt was on the next morning, while Madame was trimming the cat's whiskers by the tire, that the ghost drifted in again. But Madame was a-waiting for him this time. She grasped him forcibly by the silk muffler and held him out at arm's length. "A-ha!'f says she, "Oh-ho! So l have you this time, Monsieur, l have. But indeed you are a Sorry-looking speciman, you are. However you are far better than no ghost at all." b , r And, in sooth, he was but a faded ghost, dangling there at the end of his muffler, and, since he seemed in such imminentdanger of fading away altogether, Madame promptly clapped him into an empty meal-sack upon the wall and tied the strings ina triumphant knot. She had fully intended to tell her husband of the ghost when he came home to lunch, but the cook had fallen into the soup and all other thoughts had fallen out of Madame's head.. "I think," said Theobald, eating his dinner meditatively, "I think that l shall go to the mill this afternoon for my flour. Does the sack hang in the parlor?" "lt does," replied Madame absently-Madame was engaged in rescuing from the soup the garden-hose, the parlor clock, and her youngest child, Scamandrius, and scarcely heard her husband. "lt seems too bad," con- , I-,ge - 4.'.a.i. - L- I . , . ,iv 1 r ,F . rg l W U" Mm C7 ea . ,"'3e?1, . , misv -i,lh.!'ri V 9552 trio oil f . ' , . i l. . 1 V' i Sk, Il -., I 2 1.4163 N.. Wi, '-Ixigf' -X4 , ., ' V if f ' K ' tif f l jig . . 25 tinued Madame fretfully, "that I cannot stand this kettle upon the fiom without everything falling into it." if 211 Ss Iii Pk vis 254 PK Ulf PII That night there stood upon the fes'tal-board a fine, large cake. "This," remarked Theobald to the assembled family, "is an extremely hne cake, but, in sooth, I do not care for silk mufflers in my pastry." "Silk muffIers!" exclaimed Madame wonderingly. "Silk mufflers! Let me see!" U , Madame recognized the muffler, Madame screamed. "Oh! my poor ghost-my poor ghost! Theobald, have youedid you take the sack to the mill and-Oh heart of me!-did the miller fill it with the flour? " 4 "Even so," replied Theobald, who had no clear idea of what had be- fallen. Madame moaned and rocked herself in her chair. "And did you bring the flour back and give it to the cook, and did the cook bake a cake from it while I was out a-visiting of the Man in the Moon? " "Even so," replied Theobald, who still struggled in the darkness of ignorance. Madame moaned and rocked herself some more. "The ghost, he was in the bag, and the ghost, he was in the flour, and the ghost, he was in the cake, and-and now you have eaten him! Oh- wow! What-what shall I do!" Madame grew slightly hysterical. "And now I have no g-ghost and Mme. Lanvin has a b-bed-quilt-!" Mam'zelle fainted directly into the soup, but nobody heeded her. "Perhaps," suggested Theobald hopefully, "perhaps another one will come." 1 e 1 But Madame was inconsolable. "lt is too bad," she sobbed, "it is by far too bad." The End. O MY HANDBAG By Marian Lengel. CWith apologies to R. L. SJ I have a little handbag that goes everywhere with me, But what can be the use of it is more than I can see. It is very, very empty when dismissal comes around, And this milk-shake-crazy senior is as thirsty as a hound. 26 The funniest thing about it I am sure, all seniors know, It's got a hundred brothers that are likewise just for show. Sometimes there is a nickle or a dime within its walls, But alas! it is my grandma's for to buy some sour-balls. It hasn't got a notion of what it should contain, Or l'm sure this little handbag would not always look so lame For surely dad's not bankrupt nor has brother lost his job. "Why doesn't mother till it up? " l ask you with a sob. .. -1-Ol..11 BED-TIME WORRIES By Vivian Jenkin All night long and every night After l put out the light, I see my lessons marching by, As plain as day, before my eye. Some accomplished, most undone, The latter calling, one by one, No time for dreams of knights have l, No gleam of romance ,cross my sky! All is as regular, dull and blue As the covers on those books so new, That they pester us with in Latin class, Changing our brains to solidified mass. First they move a little slow, Now a bit faster on they go, But aye! beside them close l keep Until I reach the townof Sleep! .- O ,., THE CHARGE OF THE LUNCH BRIGADE " By Edna sen Half a step, half a step, Half a step onward, All into the lunch room Nlarched the six hundred. Forward the Lunch Brigade! "Keep in the line!" we heard. into the lunch room' Marched the six hundred. 27 one thought she'd slip fighrirhrough, But back to the end she flew, And allthe girls then knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, l Theirs but to push and buy, Theirs but to get and fly, As into the lunch room . Marched the six hundred. Sandwiches to the right of them, Doughnuts to the left of them, Hershey bars in front of them, While girls squandered and squandered Boldly they took the checks, Who stood behind the nets, And who, as the lines marched in, Served the six hundred. 214 bk :F Pls A sandwich tothe right of them, A doughnut to the left of them, A Hershey bar in front of them. Now no one squandered. O'er the wires stretched no necks, No one now took the checks, And they, who had sold by pecks, Came from the counter, Sadly surveyed the wreck, All that was left of what They had served to six hundred. .5 V CD .-17-,M as Play "Dolliel' Follies" hrist Cast of the C he T CLASS OF 1917 C ,j,.'.1 3.3 ilu 23 ,GB '05 'UE is QQ!-4 1: .. .iw UE are 8.414 :: iz- 553 :EUS Lg!-I ,SWT 44,53 -am ... EES 01030 2:20 1::E'Ea :vp ...ESQ V1 GJ Pm 8:5 O Eu? 'i8'f" 9335 Lrlfgjg 3,5 EQ1: :H- ,.. 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And then from the land of sweets, With stripes of pink and white, Came Mint-Stick looking fit to eat, For her we'd be quite willing to fight. As Patch-work girl with stil? pig-tails, Jolly Ruth made quite a sight. And with her look, which would scan the males, She made us laugh with all our might. And from Ireland our Paddy came With her pure Irish brogue. To amuse, "Tipperary" she sang, An air which is always in vogue. Of course it was by the fairy That life to the toys was given, she glided by with steps so airy As though she had just come from Heaven. As And there was Daddy Tackhammer, - Who cared for all the toys, With such a very gentle manner As though they were real girls and boys. Captain Fritz with glittering eyes Had a very hckle heartg And he caused a host of girlish sighs As he well assumed his part. Then Evergreen told us of Santa Claus, Jus-t before he came in for the toys. We I-earned that his .motto was, f'Because," ' And that The gives giftsito good girls and bo "Don't forget the chorus," you say, Of great big soldiers and little dollies, 'lf' YS sn S IN 'DOLLIES' FOLLIE DOLL LLIE5" F0 LIES' OL DIERS IN "D L S0 V T' And that we had a name for the play, Which I'll tell you was, "Dollies Folliesf' -Christine Saylor. 1T, Oi. "CHRISTMAS EXERCISES HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS DECEMBER 22, 1916 AT 1.30 P.M. Processional-"Stille Nacht" ............................ . ........ German Folk-Song Class 1917 Accompanist-Carrie Bright, Class '18 Vocal Solo -"A Spring Morning" ............................. . . . .Carey Mildred E. Eisenbrown Accompanist-Mrs. Miriam Baker Hompe Piano Solo-"Pas Des Monde-s" ................................. .... C haminad-e Anna Kinch Vocal Solo-"The Chimes" ......................... .... W orrell Bessie Ruth 4 Accompanis-t-Ella Baer Old French Carol ..,. ............................... T he Angel and the Shepherd Class IQI7 and 1918 L A MUSICAL COMEDY DOLLIES' FOLLIES Written by Christine Saylor, Class 1917 Pianist-Ella Baer Given under the personal direction of Elizabeth Getz and Vivian Jenkin Santa Claus .. Tackhammer Fairy ......... Hortense Jeanette ........ Captain Fritz .... CAST OF CHARACTERS .........4......................... Jack-in-the-Box .... . . Charlie Chaplin ....... The Patch-Work Girl Hansel ................. und Gretel . . . Paddy .... Minty ....... Evergreen .... ................................................ . . CHORUS .........Lucy Reedy . .. .Katharine Heinly .......Frances Foos .....Christine Saylor ......Blanche Strunk Dorothy Oberlaender Katherine Guenther ........Frances Barr Ruth Fry . . Elizabeth Getz . Vivian Jenkin .. Anna Lynch Lillian Yeager Bessie Ruth Tin Soldiers-Mabel Miller, Julia Shanarnan, Mary Friedman, Katherine Savage, Elizabeth Hendel, Elva Dickinson, Sidney Kutz, Clara Be-llman, Mary Andes, Agnes Bredbenner, Constanc e Hillegas, Helen Bell. Dolls-Katharine Madison, Esther Lessig, Kathryn Daugherty, Ada Hetfner, Beulah Greth, Mary Allinson, Madeline Dickinson, Mary Kissinger, Clare Re-gar, Florence Lewis, Marcella O'Ro SCENE-A Toy urke, Verna Beddow. Shop. TIME-Christmas Eve. Processional-"O, Come All Ye, Faithful" .......... J. Reading K Class 1917 4 '32 'Twas Ever Thus Frances A. Foos 66 OU make me tired!" the words in themselves expressing fatigue were not uttered in a tone of voice which in any way indicated exhaustion. Even the pose of the speaker seemed alert, her slender body sat upright in a stiff mahogany chair. Her black eyes were shot with little flashes of flame, and one small foot tapped impatiently upon the nose of a crazy little pink dog that seemed forever chasing its tail in the central medallion of the Chinese rug. "You make me tired." "Sorry, Patsy, that my very striking virtues fail to impress you," came the answer with an attempt at lightness. "Listen, Jimmy!" Patricia leaned forward in her chair and counted off one pink well manicured finger after the other. "Listen! You've proposed exactly seven times. Any one, except you, would understand by this time that l've not the slightest intention of considering you among my matrimonial aspirations. To be frank, the youngest of cub reporters on the Globe doesn't have a firm enough social position, not a sufficient income to warrant the luxury of a wife. Besides," lowering her voice," this is a secret-l'm in hopes of marrying a title and becoming the lady of an English manor. Mama's great-uncle Hedrick is the Earl of Scarboro. Last time I was over I met lots of nice people," she concluded vaguely as her gaze drifted from the immaculate form of her vis-a-vis to a silver framed picture on the mantel- piece beyond. "So that was it?" Shefiield's heart leaped within him and he ground his foot vindictively into the tail of the long-suffering pink dog. "So," he thought, "she is a little schemer like all the rest of her benighted sex. Out for money and a title, her? Bah! the game isn't worth the playing. I'll throw down my cards and call for a new deal." Exhibiting no outward sign of the turmoil in his soul, Sheffield with a few apparently indifferent remarks, rose and departed. Once outside the door a great wave of sickening depression swept over him. The aching void in his heart which had accompanied the rejections of his first few proposals was entirely lacking now. In its place grew a slow-burning resentment against creatures of the other sex, in general, and American females about the age of twenty years, in particular. ' As he forced his way rudely through the crowd of summer students on Riverside Drive, his emotions died down somewhat. The cool of the eve- ning swept away his cares, and as he passed along, the throng thinned to nothingness before his vision, and night's magic caught him in her web of forgetfulness. He took a seat in the park and, as his gaze wandered out upon the silent river, dreams took his soul to the witching land of might-have-beens. Be- hind him motors purred softly past upon the velvety drive. Boats slipped like shadows up and down the river with their brilliant lights mellowly re- 33 flected in the quivering waters. Far in the distance was the call of a siren. A ship was making for the sea. Who knows what dangers lay before it? Near the horizon the tops of the giant skyscrapers were brilliantly limned against the evening sky, gemmed with stars above, the heavens reflected the unnatural glory of the big city, a golden pathway for its gods. Shefheld dreamed on, and it was long after midnight when he pulled himself together and set his face determinedly toward his dark, lonely apartments. Ten by the clock the next morning found a jaunty, self-possessed young man jostling his way good-naturedly through the mass of humanity at the dock of the White Star Line. Off for England! His frank, genial countenance radiated joyousness, but the expression died slowly as his eyes anxiously ranged the crowd upon the pier. Now and then, hope would light up his eyes for a second only to vanish a moment later. Handing the deck steward his luggage, he made his way to his cabin enjoying a wonderful grouch. Patricia certainly DIDN?T care for him if she didn't come to bid him bon-voyage for the trip, from which, perhaps, he'd never return. For several whole days Sheffield existed in a sort of apathy. I-Irs future appeared anything but bright and promising, his past, drab and color- less and the present absolutely unbearable. There was but one, single, solitary bit of feminine humanity aboard which looked at all human. After several half-hearted attempts to strike up a conversation he ceased the effort and abandoned himself to studying the medusae to the crests of the waves in the wake of the boat. "What male creature," demanded Sheffield glowering at the self-sufficient young lady reclining in her steamer chair, "what male can shatter that im- pregnable wall of aloofness set up by a woman who at the age of twenty- six has reached that era of self-supporting contentment which eliminates the male, of the species from the general scheme of cosmic harmony? " Even the blessed relief of sea-sickness did not come to break the monotony of his days. The sun rose and set, the moon rose and set upon a mirror sea which caught the deep Italian blue, of the sky and added to its own iridescent sparkle of beauty. Sheffield's eye was blind -to his surround- ings, however, and it was with a prayer of thankfulness upon his lips that he arrived in the slimy mud and rain of London. A heavy mist hung low, obscuring the tops of the buildings. Every- thing dripped with moisture. The streets were dark but for the glittering paths of light streaking the sidewalk from occasional street lamps. After hours of wandering, the result of misdirection, Sheffield arrived at the Globe office, where he had been summoned as the American corre- spondent- For lack of any stirring news, the editor gave him a city assign- ment at once. "Patricia of Connaught came on a special at 10.10 and is to be the guest of Her Majesty, Queen Mary, for some time. Find out what her plans are for the day," he ordered curtly. 1 . 34 g - '"Another'Patricia,',rthought Sheffield dismally as he slid through the wind and rain in the direction of the royal palace. When he reached the gates the footman rudely pushed him aside. "Auto coming" he announced. A huge limousine spun past in a swirl of rain. Seated within, upon its velvety cushions, was a dainty little hgure in grey. A gray veil obscured the upper half of her face, but her profile silhouetted against the dark window was admirably moulded. Sheftield's face lighted up with admiration and he took an involuntary step after the rapidly disappearing machine. "Almost pretty enough to be an Americanf' he murmured. "l'll bet she's the Countess Patricia." "No visitors today," shouted the footman and banged the gate. :lr :Ze :ls is PK For three weeks Sheffield worked like a Trojan and it is he whom the American people must thank as the reliable source of their war news. 'Twas in the fourth week after his arrival, that tired from a hard day" work at the office, he again took himself to the royal palace. The estate was practically deserted when he arrived, for the day was fast approaching twilight. The only other visitor was a small, enticingly feminine figure seated in solitary loneliness in a pergola at the far end of the gardens. "That's the countess," thought Sheffield joyfully, hastening his steps in the direction of the arbor, for unmistakably it was the same dainty little figure which he had seen in the limousine. "Good evening," hge ventured, seating himself opposite her. "You look rather lonely." "Yes? You are an American, are you not? " she rippled. "Indeed, l know you are. American gentlemen are always so deliciously frank and unconventional." - t'We"Americans have quite a reputation to uphold," he responded gaily. "Do you know" confided the little lady softly," l'm truly glad to see an American again. l've been in England not quite four weeks and l'm sick to death of its society, its people, its manners, its weather, oh every- thing!" She finished with a helpless little gesture and a tearful smile. Twilight deepened, and a soft glow appeared on the horizon above the Thames. Suddenly the glow became a flame of light. Like some mys- terious full-blown blossom of the darkness, there rose a golden moon. Its shimmering path fell over the waters and in it for an instant they saw the purple silhouette of a passing full-rigged ship, a phantom ship, that passeu into the night and vanished. Silence. "Jimmy." "Yes, dear." "l'm dreadfully homesick." 35 "So am I, Patsy. America for us tomorrow. The Globe sent for me today.-lPatsy, do you really mean it?" "Oooh, Jimmy." Solitude The sunset hour was almost spent, Twilight was stealing up from the eastg Dream fairies tluttered thither and hither On wings iridescent with fast-dying tire. Happiness crept in the flowers by the wayside, Burst from the throat of a songibird with rapture, Rose from the green fields with o'erpowering sweetness, Brooded o'er all-a supreme gift from Him Who sang in my heart a poem of joy And the golden keynote of all-was Solitude. -Vivian E. Jenkin. 36 HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS Reading, Pennsylvania, 37 Uhr Qllaza nf 15117 "ff" CLASS MOTTO: "Take fast hold of instruction, let her not gog keep her, for she is thyself."---The Bible. Class Flower-The Buttercup. Class Colors---Brown and Gold. 'U v. , f' X 3 se CLASS OFFICERS : ELIZABETH CJETZ ...................... .., BESSIE B. RUTH ....... FRANCES W. BARR ,.... ELLA N. BAER ...... CLASS ESSAYIST .... . . . . .PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT . . . . .SECRETARY . . . . .TREASURER ....,VIVIAN E. JENKIN MARY E. ALLINSON Mary is a jolly girl who studies a little and flirts great deal. It puzzles us that she has never takekn the opportunity to excel in Domestic Science. DOROTHY G. ALTHOUSE Enthralling, melodious, entrancing, exquisite, are the musical strains created by this very Hhaesthe- tical" young lady. Orpheus himself could do no better. MARY ELIZABETH ANDES What does the foregoing cognomen remind you of? The Andes Mts., of course. Like those mountains, Mary is exceedingly high. Moreover, her ideas and her scholastic abilities are as high as she is. ELLA NAOMI BAER 'tHail, maiden, well met!"-thy hearty laugh, thy attractive little ways, thy wondrous music, will ever endear thy memory to the class of 1917. 33 . ,f .yy ESTHER M. BAUM Esther takes life very seriously indeed. There is always a frown on her brow, and a set look about her chin. Esther is patient, persevering, studious, -qualities which the rest of us humbly admire from a distance. FRANCES WILLARD BARR Hail to Frances, our secretary! Frances loves tennis and basketball and splashing paint around. ln time to come, we shall hear of her as a famous interior decorator. MARGUERITE R. BAUMENER Marguerite is a pleasant, quiet girl who doesn't knock nor make a fuss over trifles, but beams on its with a cheery smile. HELEN M. BAUM E Helen is quiet and thorough and permits no out- side diversion to interfere with her work. Success is sure to wait upon her. 40 L HELEN KIRKWOOD BELL Helen is one of our stately members, who is won- derfully agile with her fingers and-I almost said, with her hammer. VERNA E. BEDDOW Behold the futuure mayoress of Reading! Though ll ' stature she is destined to become majes- sma in , tically large in the civic world through her political aspirations. AGNES v. BREDBENNER Imagine Agnes riding up a tree in an auto! That is precisely what she did one day, and had to pay ' tree damages. Agnes is a wonderful athlete. CLARA M. BELLMAN What interest Clara takes in certain colleges! lsn't it amusinig how some people construe the words, Hsisterly love"? 41 HELEN S. BRINTZENHOFF i . Since Helen, because of illness, spent a lot of her time "at home," we cannot say much about her except that she is the kind we'd like to have round us all the time. META E. BURBECK Meta was once across the ocean, and Meta has had a topic of conversation ever since. She is tall, industrious, well-beloved, and a talker incom- parable. RUTH ERMENTROUT CALVERT bit of humanity, our infant prodigy! Giftedwith loads of brains, double eye-sight, quick wit-ah! we are overwhelmed. V MARIE A. COYLE This is Marie of the Irish-blue eyes. Marie is one of the talkers of the class, and later, to pass the time, is going to be a teacher. I .4 4 It Behold, reader, in this petite, most unassuming 1 TERRESSA AVONIA CUMMINGS Terressa is an eighth wonder of the world. She can chatter French and German, and knows a great deal of everything about which the rest of us have never heard at all. ROSANNAH CUYLER Rose aspires to be a kindergarten teacher. You might have begun on some of the infants of our own class, Rose. SUSAN DARRAH g Susan is as quaint as her name. She shines in Domestic Science, and wants to be a cooking , teacher, and never strays from the straight and nar- row path-and-but we are all out of breath. S. KATHRYN DAUGHERTY Kathryn's frown does not mean that she is soured against the world. Far from it! She' is simply immersed in deep thought. Her greatest desire is to write a world-renowned novel. 43 ANNA LOUISE DAVIS A transplanted bloom from the banks of Wyo- missing Creek. Louise was wont, in her younger days, to play Indian, and has not fully outgrown hex wild West-ism. KATHRYN E. DEBOESER Kitty is little but accomplished. We hear that she is a graceful follower of Terpsichoreg can make the typewriter obey her willg and can draw most wonderful harmonies from ivory keys. EDNA DETAMPLE Edna is a ine sort of girl, of whom '17 is very I fond. The only trouble with her is that she has a partial paralysis of the sense of humor. MARY A. DICK Enter the prima donna-Madame Dick! Did you say talking?-well, that is Mary's forte. It is a mystery that she still has vocal chords. 44 Madeline, thy artless ways were meant to grace some court of gaiety and splendor. A toss of thy black curls, a coy glance of thy lustrous eyes would send every knight on bended knee. Well! Anna Dorothea with her rosy complexion and cheru- bic smile. ELVA V. DICKINSON 1917 couldn't get along without Elva's capable business methods. Her one ambition is to become a second Carrie Nation, but we feel that her bark is far, far worse than her bite. MADELINE GLASE DICKINSON I MARIAN KATHRYN EICHE She is another of those silent, demure persons She does not attend the "movies," and has no bad habits. ANNA DOROTI-IEA EIDAM Look what's here! Our beloved little 45 MILDRED ESTHER EISENBROWN "Maiden with the meek brown eyes, in whose orbs a shadow lies." That's Mildred with the exception of the shadow, for she is always cheery and is always making cheer with her sweet music. MARTHA LOUISE EMBREY Martha-gentle, unassuming, sincere! Words fail us when we try to describe her good qualities. Always in for everything that tends toward fun or toward making 1917 a success, Martha is ever doing little kindnesses which most of us neglect. MARY E. ERMENTROUT Mary--the silver-tongued! Ma,ry's voice is as sweet and low as the nightingale's, but, unlike the voice of this illustrious bird, we hear hers all the time. Mary is going to a conservatory to study music. ELLEN F EGELY Ellen's is a fresh, cherubic countenance to look upon, but she is ready for very worldly pranks and tricks. May the stars have pity on her audiences when she goes on the concert stage! .Qi 46 SARA RUTH FISHER i i i Sara is like a cricket, light and active. She can study, too, when she makes up her mind. IRENE FIX What a happy time teachers would have if we were all as quiet as Irene! Whenever she laughs she closes her eyesg indeed, we wonder how she can see the joke. DOROTHY FOCHT Dot is a bright and shining light, and jolly. But we sometimes fear that Dot's brains are over- worked. Have pity on them, Dot! FRANCES A. FOOS This is the girl whose powers of vocabulary have set a goal to which we poor strugglers have often ambitiously wished to soar. Frances, we have heard, intends to write books that will startle the world. 47 MARIAN E. FREES Whew! but it's getting cold. Marian Thirty-two- Degrees-Above' is coming toward us. But What's in a name? This little lady's heart is as Warm as the equator and melts as easily as ice in the sun. MARY FRIEDMANN Mary is full of knowledge, so full that her words sometimes tumble against each other in their eager- ness to get out. M. RUTH FRY "I believe in gettin' as much good outer life as you kin-not that I ever sets out to look for happi- nessg seems like folks that does, they never finds it. I just do the best I kin where the Lord put me at, and it looks like I got a happy feelin' in me most all the time." EVELYN L. GEHRLEINDAUB Evelyn takes a vacation from school every now and then, and tries to get through life with the least possible amount of work. M48 ELIZABETH GETZ Beware! beware! This is our Hawaiian miss-a confirmed conquette and always up to a thousand pranks. But the broken hearts that strew her path- way do not prevent her from being one of star es- sayists, and our class president. BEULAH M. GRETH Beulah, Beulah, we hear strange things about you. We are told that youfare like the ancient king's daughter who wore out a pair of slippers every eve- ning, gliding over waxed floors. MINN IE GUARD ' Minnie can dance and giggle beautifully, and she can also study beautifully when she is willing to take time from the many social affairs she graces by her presence. . S. , KATHRYN GUENTHER Nlinnie's doubleg rarely separated from her. She can also dance and giggle beautifullyg and can do nothing with the most amazing perseverance. 49 LOIS DOROTHY GUNDRY Just "Dot"-but what a sweet round dot she is. We can never forget what a roguish child she was at our Hallowe'en party and how coyly she skipped round with a certain little boy. MARGARET HABEL When Peggy comes down the street in her Ford, we dodge, for there is an air of nonchalant careless- ness ahout Peggy. Knocking down a few telegraph poles would be quite in her line. RUTH M. HARPST "Merry as the day is long" exactly fits Ruth. No matter what depressing circumstances may arise, her sunny disposition will shine through. ADA D. HEFFNER Ada aims to be a modern Priscilla, wielding the crochet-needle instead of the spinning-wheel. More- over, she is to be a sort of Florence Nightingale- nursing is so romantic! 50' KATHARIN E MAGUIRE HEINLY "A daughter of the gods, divinely tall," and gifted with the arts of painting and expression. Surely the gods have been good to her! ELIZABETH S. HEN DEL Hurrah! lt's our t'Freckles," our champion in athletics, an all-around, fine girl. Her one fault- surely she should be allowed one-is that she does not like to study. ELIZABETH DERR HEINLY ' Behold Elizabeth of the impudent smile. Eliza- beth is qquite an artist, and we hope to find her next year at Pratt, making fascinating designs from cab- bage heads. - Rl-IEA M. HELDER Rhea would rather argue than eat. From this you might infer that law would engage her future. But, oddly enough, she wishes to be a D.D.S. 51 LAURA B. HEPLER A tiny maiden with raven locks and dancing black eyes who looks as though she had just stepped from a daguerreotype. In her Freshman year, her great- est horror, next to ghosts and mice, was talking. But now! CONSTANCE M. HILLEGASS If you see a tall young lassie walking along with an "I don't care" swagger, be sure it's Connie. Con- nie is always in for everything that looks like fun. A. ELEANOR HOYER Eleanor's nature is habitually indilferent, but when it comes to "eats," she is all excitement. She is addicted to excessive giggling, f00- S. MARGARET HUBER Peggy, please tell us how many hours you spend curling your hair. It is time well spent. We all agree that the waves are perfect. ' 52 VIVIAN E. 'JENKIN How innocent she looks! Can't she write won- derful essays? Vivian has decided business and dramatic ability and hopes to shine some day by writing a best-seller. LOTFIE L. KALBACH "Much study is a weariness of the flesh"-a maxim which Lottie follows diligently. We fear that most of her interests lie outside of the High School for Girls. I ALMA E. HUBLER By fits and starts,-usually about test times- Alma studies diligently and usually goes home with at least two books dangling at the end of her strap. At other times, Alma ambles along entirely carefree. CHARLOTTE E.. KAHLER g Charlotte-the class giggler. You can tell, by ear alone, when this young lady is about. This giggle exists in a class by itself. f '53 KATHRYN M. KENSIL Kathryn has golden tresses, an angelic smile, and a 'come hither" look in her eyes. She wants to be an actress-a Mary Pickfordish one. ANNA MARIE KINCH Anna's gentle, brown eyes are an index to her character. And wait a moment! Do not our scien- tists tell us that the quietest forces are the most powerful? HELEN KISSINGER Sweet-amiable-industrious Qoccasioilallyj- looks a little like Marguerite Clark-and is an in- curable "movie fan." MARY KISSINGER Here is that plump, pretty child with those aunt- ing dimples. How she does manage to captivate ine good-will of every one! 54 FSTHER K. KLINE so uiet in Esther is q' Q' J .i :ai . nothing but good. We know that she foi-ows the Commercial course ardently, and is a star German pupil. W SIDNEY MclLVAlN KUTZ Sidney has at last changed her style of hair- dressing from the Chinese to the Grecian-from the pigtail to the psyche. RUTH ANNA KLEIN From the day in which Ruth walkks and talks and curls her hair, it may be inferred that irregular verbs uon't worry her pretty head. . school that we C11 sry HANNAH L. KOTZEN Hannah is so studious that she can study six or seven branches in one period. She is a jolly, so- ciable girl, and certainly makes the most of the little she knows. 55 Q X f LAURA G. LEINBACH Laura possesses all the virtues that the rest of us lacks - industry, patience, perseverance, and so forth and so on. lf Laura had not been quite so good, there would be more to tell. MARIAN LEN GEL Marian is always ready for a good time. "Much worry is weariness of the flesh," and Marian wouldn't worry the flesh for anything. It would appear that she also thinks, "Much study is a weari- ness of the mind." ELSIE M. LEIBY Elsie is a living repudiation of the fact that we are all entitled to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Elsie doesn't allow any one to be at rest. R. MIRIAM LEINBACH Good in dancing, better in music, best in giggling! Lessons lie lightly upon Miriam-the newest "Rab- bit Hop" is so very absorbing. Miriam does hope to win honors at some conservatory. N -56 If Mary Pickford were to dye her golden locks, we feel perfectly sure that she would be the image of our Esther. Who can forget her as a doll in the Senior Christmas play? "On with the danceg let joy be unconfined," is ever on Floss's lips. Dancing is her one 'idea or bliss. I-low she can use those big, bright eyes of hers! RUTH M. LENHART Ruth sometimes looks rather sleepy, but there is nothing sleepy about that brain of hers. She has an innocent smile with it all. ESTHER I. LESSIG ELSIE M. LEVAN . Elsie can dance with grace, and can typewrite with as much ease as she can play the piano. Elsie is a good cook, too. lf ever you want somebody to disturb things generally, call on Elsie. FLORENCE LILLIAN LEWIS -'57 I ETHEL E. LORD Ethel has a propensity for being everywhere but in the right place. She likes to make a great deal of noise and to have a ringer in the pie. Ethel is extremely capable. DOROTHY A. LUPPOLD Dot, you talk an infinite deal of nothing, more than any other girl in the high school. But, for all that, we love youg you have good qualities to bal- ance. ANNA V. LYNCH "Ye wouldn't think there could be so much mis- A chief in wan small body. Faith, an' the amount of fun Paddy gets o' of life is surprisin'." KATHRYN E. MADISON A more charming maid ne'er walked the aisles of our main room. With such assets as a soft voice, a baby stare, and a couple of real for otherwise! curls, Kathryn is going on the stage. 58 V ..,, ROSE MENDELHOHN lsn't life a bore? Dear, dear! how we must yawn and raise our eyebrows and droop round in elegant languor. Rosie doesn't believe in losing her complexion over her studies. CLARA K. MENGEL There is no one like Clara-Clara is unique- Clara is in a class by herself. Clara is famous for outlandish performances-in sooth, a most refresh- ing body, and a devoted friend of the Belgians. ANNA MILLER Anna is a puzzle. Our brains are bewildered by diversified reports about her. We are assured that she is meek and mild and scarcely ever raises her voice.. Others tell us that a motorcycle would make no more noise. ESTHER MAY MILLER Why is it that Esther May, who can discourse so fast and furiously out of school, can find so little to talk about in school? Nothing jolts Esther. 59 FLORENCE E. MILLER What a picture of innocence! Florence is witty lovable, sweet-tempered, and popular-a compen dium of all the virtues and a few of the vices. MABEL VIRGINIA MILLER Mabel dotes upon mathematics, oratory, and talk- ing. She talks mellifluously but alas! also inter- minably. Mabel never goes to movies nor to dances. FLORENCE L. NOECKER Florence, with eyes "blue as the fairy flax" and cheeks "like the dawn of day" is addicted to flirting and tickleness. . ,ALICE DOROTHY OBERLAENDER Dot's chief pleasure is riding round in her Dodge or clutching the Wheel of a car going seventy-five miles an hour. We believe that she'll become wealthy as soon as she realizes that she owns a per- petual motion machine-her tongue. 460 o See how everything lights up when Katherine stands before us! Her brmiant mind sets everything aglow. Kit is a member of the Talking Brigade, but talks mostly about Y. W. C. A. Student Club. This is Ruth of the Greek pronle and the wagging tongue. Her rate of speech is a peck of words a minute. JULIA MARCELLA 0'ROURKE Marcella, commonly known as Marc, is a univer- sal favorite. A certain decrease of outside inter- ests and a decrease in the time spent on curls have recently given her more time for her books. KATHERINE N. PALM EMILY SEIDEL PAUL Nimble with her Hngers and nimble with her toes! Emily leads the class for lightning speed on the type- writerg gbut let her show her speed on a waxed floor. A girl who has two such strings to her bow will never fail. RUTH ESTHER PECK . JE g fiiiavf 61 ESTHER PF LUM Esther-jolly, alert Esther-is another charter member of the Perpetual Motion Machine Corpora- ion. Q i LORRAINE M.. PHILLIPS Lorraine of the raven curls-the peaches-and- cream complexion-the lovely and lovable disposi- tion. Over this we weep-that she does not exert herself studying, but prefers to trip 'fthe light fan- tastic." HANNAH K. POTTS A silent girl-yea, very silent but, withal, very sweet and good-natured. Hannah can chase all the scales from Maine to Vermont with a right good will. y 'lt' LUCY MARGARET REEDY Lucy is bashful and quiet and timid-now, isn't that a joke? Lucy's smile and laugh and voice are known all over the school. It used to be said to see her remain at 3.10, but now she is used to it. 62 CLARE REGAR "There was a little girl, and she had a lil' curl.' lt's all true. Clare was never meant for little things She hopes to be a movie actress some 'day-some thing high and mighty. EMILY A. REIDER This dark-haired maiden keeps silent and looks wise. "Still waters flow deep," you know, and you cannot always guess Emily's thoughts. KATHERINE ELIZABETH RESCH "How doth the little busy bee," etc. Busyness and business are Katherine's aims Som d f ' ' . e ay 11 will be proud of this future mistress of tinance. RUTH A. ROTHERMEL Modest and sober Ruth, the angel of the class! Ruth needs a tug to urge her along sometimes R th , . u will make things hum at Kutztown next year 63 try, and patience. As a student, she shines. As a loyal class-member, she beams. What more can you ask? her cat? Quite strange indeed to 'see charming, black-eyed Kitty without her charminfl ,frreen-eyed CEI. BELSSIE B. RUTH This is our capable vice-president. Bessie is im- bued with true school spirit-having taken an active part in all '17 affairs. Bessie sings, too, and wishes to become not a second Alma Gluck but a first Bessie Ruth. CATHERINE S. RUTH Catherine's name stands for amiability, and indus- BEULAH M.. SAUSSER Beulah likes to coast. On a cool winter evening, you can usually find her flying down the hill at Skele- ton Park. Beulah is going to be a nurse and cool the feverish brows of handsome young men. KATHRYN RENNINGER SAVAGE ' Well, here's Kitty! But where-O where!-is 64 CHRISTINE RICKERT YSAYLOR "Good goods come in small packages"-there's the diamond, there's the rose, there's the precious bit of radlum, and there's Tlne Saylor Althou h h . g s e C, is quite French-dollish, she can translate Latin with , an "l't agi 1 y that startles. ESTHER C. SCHWEITZER ' A Esther, slow of movement, is quick of thought E the s cr knows much, and moreover we know that she knows much and still moreover we know that she knows that she knows much. MABEL A. SCOTT A victim of Cupid's arrow! One of the belles of our class! Her chief pleasure in life is dancing her chief theme-matrimony, two very vain and foolish things. I ETHEL ELMIRA SEIFARTH One immediately associates Ethel with a pile of V books upon subjects far beyond our dull comprehen- sion. Octaves, sharps flats, and other musical te , rms are not cannibal dialect to Ethel. She understands them all. 65 RUTH SEIF ERT Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes one walking encyclopedia, dictionary, gazetteer, all rolled into one, muttering wild words-Hhonoraficability," velocipedestrianistical" and so forth. ''Pete"-"Happy"-"Bunks"-translated mean Edna. One might think that such a weight of so- briquets would weigh down the spirits and dim the genius--but not so with Edna May. Julia looks at you wisely, puckers up her lips, but says ne'er a word. Julia has freckles, not ugly, big ones, but dear little wee ones. All in all, she is a great girl. r EDNA M. SELL RUTH BERTHA SHAFER Ruth has a pleasant habit of composing hectic melodies and the more nerve-racking the eifect on unsuspecting audiences the more is Ruth delighted. JULIA N. SHANAMAN 66 SARA SINGER S This is Sara of the Venus glide. Sara has a patent on that walk of hers. She will also give free demonstrations of how to droop gracefully into a chair as if lacking a backbone. ELSIE J. SMITH Elsie is a recent comer, but a very welcome one. Elsie's most remarkable talent is soaring on high notes, and her most remarkable expression, "Oh l wish school was over!" MARJORIE EVELYN SMITH Marjorie is soft and sweet. She is addicted to dress and curls--but bless us, who among us isn't? less-study mostly less. FLORENCE E. SNYDER . Florence likes to go about with her head on one side and a lackadaisical look in her eye. She is very tickle and easy-going and extremely punctual. 67 She likes school, and parties, and study more or MABEL R. STEWARD A quiet, timid, little mouse is Mabel? Oh, no! Say rather a wide-awake, lively, little athlete. She, too, would like to shine behind the footlights. 1917 can almost send out a stockicompany. ' BLANCHE DWIGHT STRUNK One of the most ambitious of girls! First on her list is a desire to get out of a lesson or study. Blanche is a jolly, animated joke-book, full of hearty fun trom cover to cover. GENEVA M. TROUT What a dear little, sweet little, curly little girl ' she is, just a perfect picture of innocence! But wherever Geneva is, there is sure to be fun. HELEN H. UMBENHAUER Helen likes to twist and wriggle when she recites and to aiiect coquettish little curls. She also has a fondness for procrastination, we grieve to say. 68 IDA M. WEIGER "Children should be seen and not heard"-that famous adage-has clung to lda from her childhood . days. May she only learn to give tongue to her wise thoughts! RUTH M. WICKLEIN Ladies and gentlemen! This specimen of hu- manity is equally interested in athletics and woman suifra 'e. ln the latter 8 short of the presidency. ELSIE WEBBER Silent and demure is our dear Elsie. ' lt has been acknowledged that if you don't want to get into trouble, you take a seat beside this young lady. But --oh my!-outside of school she-words fail me. ' ELSIE MAE WEYANDT Elsie droops round and sighs for the moon and other things equally impossible. Her one aversion is physiology, her one ambition is to make all the girls jealous, and her one occupation is wiggling her left eye-lid. she will aspire to nothing 69 1' i HELEN D. WITMAN Helen, named after Helen of Troy, is as fair as her illustrious predecessor. She seems, with her sweet, old-fashion ways, to be misplaced in this twentieth century. MARGARET ZELLERS Step forward, Peggy, the most obliging girl in the class. Nothing is too much trouble for her. Peggy is an excellent student in commercial law, and vows she will becoe a second Hetty G. in the busi- ness world. VERNA WILLITS If we'd all adhere, as little Verna does, to the rule, "Silence is golden," what a calm place our school would be! Verna hopes to be a school- teacher. LILLIAN C. YILAGER There is such a thing,-O fair and stately Lil- lian!-as thinking too much about one thing. They are not worth it. Lillian is tall and stunning, and likes to bluff everybody and everything. 70 Benjamin Franklin , D. A. R. PRIZE ESSAY Vivian E. Jenkin. Read at the Washingtolfs Birthday Exercises on February 22, 1917. tj HO is for a journey with et X2 me? A journey far back ' s 0 i f Y through the years, farther K N inf 31 -L - than you or I remember, bo B B A '- 5 ' even beyond those bygone days ' 5.5 .' its which exist in the dreams and tales if ',- 1- X of our grandparents-a glimpse 0 "' A W gg through the ages, of a time when ,, EQ 0 in the United States of America was I5 AX not even a vision, when we were t 'E' under British rule. Who has a ' A simply little struggling colonies if Um ! - f X - ' longing to make this journey with V? W 'rl ' me, through the life of "America's i Q 555 i , First Great Man? " You see we are ' ' 6 going to be in most excellent com- : pany! T S Well! It is the seventeenth day of XA January, seventeen hundred six, in X M E' S the reign of Good Queen Anne. That sounds a bit strange, does it not? Our ears are accustomed to the less melodious "during Wilson's presi- dency" but everything-except, perhaps, human nature-was different then. And included in these is little old Boston town, very quiet and sedate on this winter's morning. In one of its quaint, restful houses God's wonderful miracle is being performed, a soul is awakening, a little boy is coming into the world, coming on the holiest of days, His Own, and the bells on the church, just across the way are chiming in a glorious life, a life brimming over with activity in the world of education, literature, science, and diplomacy, a life that ascends higher and higher as the generations learn true appreciation, tire life of Benjamin Franklin. His was not a small beginning and his was not a small ending. Being born is the greatest thing that can happen to us, which is either a consolation or an incentive. lt depends on the point of view- But come! we are neglecting the little fellow and he stands chances enough of enduring that with as many brothers and sisters as the years of the pro- verbial unkissed maiden. e Now we see the sturdy little Benjamin wending his way to grammar school, .hrs future all mapped out for him by a fond father. He is going to be a minister! But two unexpected things happen, bringing with them the death-knell.of a pulpit career. First, a shortage of funds, second, the lad's own disinchnation. He wants to be a sailor, a pirate, an admiral-the sea is wooing him! Every spare moment is spent down on the shore with his play-fellowsngamboling in the water, swimming, erecting wharves, building SHIPS, and sallmg them over the Seas of romance. t . 71 But the father with admirable foresight puts an end to thlese boyish yearnings by giving his son a choice of trade. So now the twelve year old lad is apprenticed to his older brother James, editor and printer of the "New England Courant." Benjamin is delighted with the possibilities thus opening before him. He sees visions of books without end, of knowledge insatiable. Who knows, perhaps some day he will have a printing estab- lishment of his own, perhaps some day his fellow townsmen will look up to him, pointing him out to strangers as "Benjamin Franklin, our self-made man." Ah yes! who knows! Franklin now aspires to be a poet, and- he writes anonymously a few mediocre verses which he slips under the door of the printing ofiice. James, attributing them to a noted man in town, puffs them up quite prettily and publishes them in his paper. All this of course to his younger brother's secret satisfaction. But the course of journalism, also, has a tendency to become entangled. Benjamin encouraged by his success, confesses his au- thorship, with two variant results. His father, with commercial instinct uppermost, points out to his son that prosperity is not attained by dribbling poetry. The boy hearkens to his counsel, and wisely, for he was not of the stuff of which poets are made. It is impossible for James Franklin's narrow spirit to recognize literary superiority in a mere stripling, and he makes his smaller brother's life most miserable by petty tyrannies. And Franklin, lov- ing, idolizing liberty, feeling for the first time the constraint of bondage, chafes under itg and at last no longer able to endure more, he runs away, an unhappy little boy into a great, wild, lonesome world. And now in Philadelphia, O not the Philadelphia of today, the big, busy, prosperous city, but Philadelphia of the seventeen twenties, a tiny checker- board town, with great hospitable hearths, brought from their old-world homes by these seekers of freedom. Here on the Market Street wharf we catch our next glimpse of his life at its most rugged period. Remember and compare this modest entry into Quakertown of travel-worn little Benjamin with another entry, later, toward the end of his life. See this tired lad, the pockets of his dusty, home-spun suit, bulging with dirty linen, foot-sore, disheartened, and alone, his resources: an active brain, a Dutch dollar and a few copper pennies. He enters a bake shop, buys three large puffy rolls, tucks one under each arm and am-bles up the street, munching the third. Do you not recognize this scene? ls there not a faint niemory stirring? Do you not recall that in a few minutes heis going to pass the Reade homestead, he is going to walk unwittingly by his future wife? Deborah. too, is very young, her sense of humor, alert, and she giggles be- witchinglv at Benjamin's ridiculous appearance. Perhaps it is just as well -e passed bv unaware of herz mirth for one never enjoys being laughed at and .e might have taken an instant dislike to her, or might have done some other dreadful thing, and then his whole life would have been changed and l would not have had the pleasure of conducting this personally-directed tour. Yes, decidedly! that is to my knowledge, the only thing he missed perceiving, and l am certain that only happened bv an act of Divine Providence. Benjamin finds employment in the printing shop of an old Jew and through his skill and energy, he makes himself invaluable to his master. If is in this business that he gradually works himself up and up, and at the age of twentv-four. we rind him with a wife and an establishment of his own, editing the "Pennsylvania Gazette" the foundation of his fortune., ,He is a business man and as such is most attractive to our business men of today, for he seems to have inherited an instinct for it from his father and then added to it his ,own common sense and freedom of thought. He was the first man to advertise in the newspapers, he did it cleverly too, and his brain 72 was wonderfully fertile in finding new ways and means to coin money. lt is here in his shop on High Street that, only after the hardest labor and the most praiseworthy thrift, he Hnally works his way through difiiculties and disappointments .that would have discouraged the average man. Franklin is now forty-two, in the prime of his life, ready to retire from business, and give himself up to the public and its necessities. He is now going to square his debt with the world. His attention first turns .to educa- tion. For a long time he has been grieving over the increasing ignorance of the Philadelphia girls and boys, for the Quaker system of education, al- though admirable in some respects, was woefully narrow. .The result ot his education graces Philadelphia today, the splendid University of Pennsyl- vania. This city owes her Pennsylvania hospital and public library to the same beneficial source. Suppose we turn aside from the man's deeds for a time and peep through his writing into his thoughts. Here is something of interest to us- "Proposals Relating to the Education of Youth in Pennsylvania." Ah! A college in which the food should be of Spartan simplicity, naturally Poor Richard would countenance no extravagance, a college surrounded by lovely orchards and verdant meadows, a fantastic dream of a bygone age! Let us gleur a bit in the requirements. To write a "fair hand swiftly" to have .1 moderate knowledge of arithmetic. geometry, astronomy, and kindred sub- jects, to study Pope, Addison, Tillotson. Algernon Sydney, and to obtain good style and principles from a translation of Cato's letters. A self--made man with no knowledge of the classics, he had no time for Greek and Latin. Jfut the big underlying principle, the foundation of all-is to study nothing. unless eager to do so. Note the advanced thought, "A free and joyous pursuit of knowledge." We have long, long ago left Franklin. the little boy. We have seen him as an aspiring youth, as a man in the first flush of strength and power. And in this year, seventeen hundred Hftv-two, a man of riper age and mature wisdom, we find him becoming famous in the world of science. He has been the inventor and institutor of an innumerable list of things. but the funda- mental discovery of the relationship of lightning and electricitv has brought him world-wide recognition. The universities of Oxford and Saint Andrews confer their highest degrees on him. Yale and Harvard follow suit. The Royal Society of London presents him with a fellowship, thus making amends for a previous slight, and the Royal Academies of Paris and Madrid heap laurels on his name. The most brilliant years of all are approaching-the years of Frank- linis statesmanship. He labors in England as a representative of the States for eight years. And it is labor, in its truest sense, for relations between England and her colonies are greatly strained and all his efforts seem of no avail. So at last seeing that war can not possibly be averted, he sadly sets sail for Philadelphia. lt seems that the colonists cannot do without his services, no committee is called without his being a member, no document is signed without his name, no action is decided upon without his advice. Franklin is now an old man of seventy. Perhaps I had better qualify that statement and say old in years,-for he still possesses the unconquerabl: energy of his youth. At the period in life when ordinary mortals sit by the fire, awaiting the long sleep, he goes as an ambassador to France. He takes up his abode at Passy and from there aids his country with all his power as a diplomat in its struggle for independence. lf it had not been for Franklin I fear our American Revolution would have had a very different outcome, 'or it was through him that the money for its execution was secured. le was its huge financial mainstay. Anddno easy task was it either to borrow money on the credit of a nation, as tottering and uncertain as ours then was. After he has expended as much of his own fortune as he can possibly accu- mulate, he tries to get assistance from France. Now, although this country was in warm sympathy with plucky Americans and displayed the utmost enthusiasm in their victories and the sincerest dejection in their defeats, she could not aid them greatly for her coffers were sadly depleted. However she comes to their relief nobly, inspired by her love for them and for Franklin. V For Franklin-O! Franklin is the idol of Paris! His praises are sung in the boulevards, his sallies and puns applauded in the salons, his presence honored at court! Just picture him there in a suit of plain brown, white hose, and a conspicuous absence of buckles, wwith hair unpowdered, his spec- tacles sliding from his kindly eyes down the length of his nose, perching themselves there near the tip, his white hat under his arm. Then contrast this with the extravagant dress of that period, the absurd perukes, the suits of brocaded satin and the jeweled buckles of ornate workmanship! It merely serves to make novelty-loving Paris adore him the more! Pictures of him are scattered broadcast, sonnets are written concerning him and his deeds, and great ladies add to his embarrassment by placing wreaths upon his head! Simplicity becomes the vogue! And out of all this adulation and glory, Benjamin Franklin emerges unscathed, his sound common sense preserving his mental equilibrium, and his innate tact warding off the possible dangers. Nearing the end of his life, the call of his country grows stronger and stronger, he longs to enjoy his last days in the new free land-the United States of America !-and after pleading many, many times for his recall, it is granted. Then Philadelphia, throwing aside for the time, in order to honor more greatly, her republican simplicity, prepares an overwhelming demon- stration to welcome home her great man. Down at the Market Street wharf, where the poor little Benjamin entered unattended, years and years ago, Franklin, the Scholar, the Scientist, the Statesman, "America's First Great Man" is greeted with such a display of enthusiasm and splendor, that the tears roll silently down the cheeks of this wonderful man. He is among his own beloved people! He is home at last! And here in the old homestead on High Street, after a short illness he comes to the end of his life. How peacefully and resignedly he best portrays himself in these words written a short time before: "If Life's compared to a Feast, Near Fourscore Years I've been a guest, l've been regaled with the best, And feel quite satisfied. 'Tis time that I retire to Rest: Landlord, I thank ye !-Friends, Good Night." 74 Class Presidenlfs Address Elizabeth Getz. OOD-MORNING, friends. We are sincerely glad to have you share our happiness today. As this is the month of roses and of gradu- ates, I suppose thousands of class presidents, all over the country, are saying that identical thing to THEIR friends and families. I wonder if their welcome can be any more hearty than ours. I think not! One of our sages has said, 'ilf a man does something better than any one else, the world will make a beaten track to his door." We flatter ourselves that that is why so many of you are enough interested in the Class of 1917 to want to be here today. Classes come and go with alarming rapidity and are soon forgotten ii this busy, self-centred world. We hope that this will not be true of Nineteei Seventeen. We hope that we have left our unmistakable mark on thes: walls and that, long after our sisters of 1927 have passed through this sam: gateway to the arena, a misty, brown and gold phantom will still linger i'1 these halls-the memory of the Class of 1917. On still, moonlight nights, it '-.vill glide softly through the corridors and breathe a sigh for the days that are so hopelessly, irretrievably gone. Each and every Christmas it will be here, too, to lift the lid from a hidden, dust-covered box, and to romp for one short hour with a motley assortment of faded, old-fashioned Christmas dolls. And it will smile a sad little smile for the Christmas that can never come again. But, most of all, it will remember this day of days, the one we have been dreaming of for four, long, happy, busy years-our Class Day. Tomorrow comes the "parting of the ways," we are going out into the world, armed with a diploma and the assurance of youth. We must be merry today-almost our last one together. Today we are going to share with you one whom we know intimately, one of our dearest, oldest school-friends, I.ongfellow's own brain-son, Hia- watha. He is going to lead us back into the age in which knowledge was gained only by hard knocks and bitter experience. We shall see how a first American learned his lesson of life, tutored by the voice of Nature, caressed by the elements. I lf, by the time our exercises are over, you will have understood some- thing of the true spirit and meaning of the Class of 1917, we shall be satis- fied-and perfectly happy! 75 G11 at H 5 Sv n n g Katherine M. Heinly. And now we have come to the cross-roads, dear The cross-roads where friends must part. And on we must go, with never a tear, With never a sigh, tho' the way be drear, Tho' parting may grieve the heart. The winters will come as the seasons come, And the summers will drift between, But e'en till the thread of life is spun And the sands of our time are wholly run, We'll remember 'Seventeen So then, I bid thee, take courage of heart, But parting, thou sayst, gives pain, What does it matter!--The sooner we part- The sooner I leave thee, O friend of my heart! The sooner we meet again. 76 by Katharine M. H CLASS SCNG i f 4,4 ,Mmm QLW.. JW, HL .sig I T F V V I W FrWV?f 1 E ,Q U JLAJA. gmVVTTTJV?1 Q Ill I L Af 4 Za Ill I Q9 ,.,.,7,,Zq,dNwaL1Ww?m gzr??:J Qs 77 Vice-President's Retrospect Bessie B. Ruth. I E are very happy this morning. Four long years we have been like plants in a greenhouse, carefully tended and encouraged to grow- But now our resemblance to plants fades, for we are far more like bees and butterflies seeking a place in the world. Before we go, I want to tell you a little about our life here. Back to 1913 we go! That was the year the portals of our new home were flung wide open for our entrance. We came here very green Fresh- men, little realizing what was before us. I wonder now if our well-trained Sophomore sisters or the dignified Seniors, whom we admired from a dis- tance, did not notice our uneasiness, our flushed faces, and furrowed brows, as we awaited, with trembling, the passing of classes. Sent from our one small room of former years into a huge building of seemingly endless halls, how could our small brains be otherwise than bewildered? Everything was new. We never had study periods before. Naturally we had to learn to use them, at first very few of us really studied. Mostly we sat gazing around the unaccustomed room or staring into space, to the detriment of our work. Nor was this all. lt was always exciting to 'go outa into the hall to buy lunch checks, pretty shining pieces of metal with scalloped edges. Then the Monday menu was read from the platform just for our benetit. How I wished that I had eaten less breakfast so that I could taste all those good things! ' l Then at two thirty, such a stack of books as we took home, you never saw in your life! But that was only in the beginning. The pile soon grew less. After all, the nrst year and the last were the most wonderful in our high school life. It was only toward the end of the Freshman year that the gaze of wonder left our innocent eyes, and we strode proudly about the halls in unconscious imitation of the upper classes. Then followed two years of comparative obscurity. We were adjusted to our surroundings, there was little novelty, and we were of still less importance. But with the opening of our fourth year we came into our inheritance. Anyone could tell it- even from a distance-not by the look of our eyes, but by the proud strut of our walk, and we have enjoyed to the full the riches of this year, but we can not take with us all our privileges and responsibilities. With a feeling of regret we turn back to hand them to those who come after us. To'our sisters of nineteen eighteen we most cheerfully bequeath our library duty in the third hall. Many a time and oft have we stuck a shredded wheat biscuit into our pockets, in order to be early enough to supply with books the know- ledge-seeking freshmen who haunted the place as early as eight o'clock. Well! we were Freshmen once. But alas! we have often yawned and sighed 78 for that extra half hour of morning sleep, sacrificed on the altar of Fresh- men over-anxiety. Likwise to nineteen eighteen we leave the unbounded pleasure of pub- lishing a Year Book, if by that time any paper is left in the world to print it on. But beat our book if you can! To the same class we turn over an experiment which we have managed with considerable success-our System of self-government. One thing belonging, very closely, we feel, to us, our colors of Brown and Gold, shall remain here, too, in the care of the new class of nineteen twenty-one. lt seems as though we are leaving everything behind, except "the memory of schoolgirl friendships," "in which" it is said, 'Kthere is a magic which softens the heart and even affects the nervous system of those who have no hearts," yet we are taking much with us, all the memories ot the good, hard work, of the joys and sorrows of our four busy years of pleasant companionship and loyalty. Tomorrow, on our Commencement Day, the really big day of our lives, we're going to step forth bravely, with a cheery smile, for what has past, with a look of hope for that future which stretches out, in all its glory, before us. If roi il HEBE. First Floor Hall, High School for Girl: 79 A QUATRAIN 1...--1 A quatrain's use is quite obscure, Yet you find them every placeg They're very often used, l'm sure, Like this-to till up space. Sing a song of high school, A high school full of girls, Four and twenty pupils Wear their hair in curlsg When the rain it cometh, lsn't it a sin? For locks are straight as sticks Where the curls had been. then, -Kathryn DeBoeser Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your shorthand go? With quips and quirls And little swirls, And queer characters in a row. -Kathryn DeBoeser A little bird sat on a fence, "Tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet," If he had not sat on the fence, said he. He might have sat on a tree! -Constance Hillegass 80 'HIAWATHAU Class Day HIAWATHA'S CHILDHOOD Operetta in One Act Text'by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A Music by Bessie M. Whiteley "Ye whose hearts'are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, stirrings For the god they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened, Listen to this simple story, To the song of Hiawatha!" "Hiawatha"-H. W. Longfellow. Nokomis ............. ..................... M ildred E. Eisenbrown Hi21XN'3ii13' ......................... ,,,,,,,,,,, B Qssie Ruth lX'Iudjeke6wis, the West Wind .... ........ V ivian E. jenkin Queen of the Phantoms ...... . ............. . .............. Elizabeth Getz T ' Dancers 1 WIND SPIRITS Frances A. Foos Lois Dorothy Gundry Elizabeth S. Hendel Florence L. Lewis Elva V. Dickinson A INDIAN Beulah M. Greth E. Minnie Guard Anna M. Kinch Esther'K. Kline Rhea M. Helder Elsie M. LeVan Helen Kissinger Mabel R. steward Verna Willits DANCERS PHANTOMS Emily S. Paul Kathryn E. Madison R. Miriam Leinbach Helen S. Brintzenhoff A. Eleanor Hoyer Lucy M. R-eedy FIREFLIES julia Marcella O'Rourke Christine R. Saylor Verna E. Beddow Laura R. Hepler Madeline G. Dickinson Marian Lengel Elsie' M. Leiby Kathryn M. Kensil Mary A. Dick Recitations 'from "Hiawatha" by Mary E. Andes Frances W. Barr Lorraine Phillips Constance M. Hillegass Elsie A. Webber Sidney MCI. Kutz Esther Pflum Catherine S. Ruth Alma E. Hubler Edna Detample Indian Squaws and Maidens Marguerite R. Baumener Clara M. Bellman Hannah K. Potts Lottie L. Kalbach Emily A. Reider 82 Glnmmrnrvment Bag ' Ein June, tht flnmrrn are hlnnming, Anil the hirhn are thrilling thrir sung: Uhr azure nkg in rrleatial Ahh the tinrg rlnuhu Drift alnng. Uhr nun in glahhrning rung heart Hith its mn' hrighfning rag--- All in expertantlg ingnun Gln melrnmr nur Qlnmmmrzmmt Bag. -Ruth I. Seifert. Fire, the Servant and Friend of Man i SALUTATORY ESSAY Katharine M. Heinly PRACTICAL person, looking at some great furnace, thinks but of the metal that furnace will bring forth, or of the money that the metals in turn will give-that is what a practical person thinks- more's the pity! But a dreamer, a philosopher!-he looks back through the ages and thinks of the signiticant intluencetfire has had upon the religious life, and the social life of the world. If you will take the trouble to open your story-book-as you ,probably will-you will find there a tale that runs something like this: There were once upon a time-a very long time ago-two brothers, Prometheus and Epimetheus by name. To Epimetheus was given the ofiice of making man and endowing him and all other animals with the faculties necessary for their preservation. Prometheus, who was considered but half the equal of his brother in sagacity and foresight, was to look over the work when it was finished. Thereupon Epimetheus proceeded to bestow his various gifts-to the lion, strength, to the snake, cunningg to the hare, swift- ness. To the eagle he gave wings, and to the turtle, a shelly covering- and so on until all the denizens of the forest, sky, and sea were provided for? But when man, who was to be superior to all other animals, came to be provided for, 'there was nothing left. Epimetheus had beten by far foo prodigal. In his perplexity he resorted to his brother Prometheus, who went up to heaven, lighted his torch at the chariot of the 'sun and brought down 83 fire to man. With this priceless gift, man was more than a match for all the wild beasts. lt enabled him to make weapons, wherewith to subdue them, tools with which to cultivate the earth and bring forth fruits. It enabled him to warm his dwelling, and finally to introduce all the arts and to coin money, that very convenient means of trade and commerce. It is only a fable-a very foolish one some willwaver, but it serves never- rheless to show that it washre that marked thedividing line between man and beast. If you will read further in your book you will End that in pagan Rome, the hearth stood for all that was pure and good inlthe home. lt was at the hearth that all the family sacrifices were offered-where Vesta, the god- dess of concord and unity in the home, was worshipped. Beautiful as the pure dawn and of the patrician class were the priestessesof Vesta, the god- dess of the hearth, divine and awe-inspiring in theirlsnow-white vestments as they performed their ceremonies. Look! They appear upon the public highway. The people make way. The consul in his chariot bows down before them-even the imperious Consul bows. A condemned criminal with his guards-the fear of death upon him-meets them. He is gpardoned- so great is the power of theeir office. They pass into the pillared temple of Vesta, the carved door closes behind them, and the consul rolls away in his chariot. Thus it was in all other ancient nations, firerheld for all something inexpressibly mystic and sacred. Centuries ago there lived in Asia, a sect of fire-worshippers-followers of Zoroaster. Listen! It is night. A sacri- fice is to be offered. Back and forth, in and out, before the mighty altars weave the white-robed priests, chanting whileithe flames leap "--higher, higher, higher, With a resolute desire Now, now to sit, or never By the side of the pale-faced moon!" With the mounting of those flames, their sins leave them-they are cleansed, purified, by the fire. The flames die down, smoulder-but woe to those who let them flicker out forever! Here is another tale from your book-the tale of a Hindoo maiden: It is night in India, the moon is mirrored in the waters of the Ganges. Forth from a thicket steals a Hindoo maid, light as a gazelle, beautiful as Eve. Airy and ethereal as a vision she stands upon the bank. The deer that has come to the river to quench her thirst springs back in fright, for in her hand the maiden bears a lighted lamp. The blood shines in her delicate finger-tips as she spreads them as if a screen before the dancing fiame. She sets the lamp upon the water and lets it float away. The flame flickers to and fro, but still the lamp burns on, and the girl's black, sparkling eyes follow it with a gaze of earnest intensity, She well knows that so long as the lamp continues to burn-so long is her lover alive and well, but if it is extinguished--he is dead. The lamp burns bravely, and she falls on her 84 knees and prays. There is a speckled snake in the grass beside her, but, she heeds it not-she thinks only of her betrothed-and we turn the page. And by degrees we come down to the days of the American Indian whose whole life centered about the camp-fire. The dusky warrior, return- ing from the -hunt, -throws himself down by the fire and eats his venison broiled over the blaze. About the fire he leaps in his wild war-dance-e- with the lust of blood upon him-while the hollow tom-tom beats. And by the fire he sits and smokes his peace-pipe after the war is over. With the blue sky above him, and the black forest about him, he sleeps by the "wolf-scaring faggotf' The beasts of the wild, stealthily on their padded feet, Slip about him, but 'come not near him-they fear the tire. Then we come to the days of the pioneers, when the only means of producing fire was the flint and stone. And through it all runs the influence of the hearth, wihere in the eve- nings the family gathers to talk of the day's happenings, and all are drawn together in closer love and companionship by the hearth-fire. He who is blessed with an imaginative turn of mind, dreams dreams and sees pictures in the flickering flame of the fire-knights, ladies, fairies, and glowing sun- sets. And the children laugh in glee, the dying flame lights up the painted letters on the wall: "For you the hearth--fire glows,"-and the last spark flies up the chimney. And near the end of the book, if you have not laid it by, you will read of the Camp-tire Girls-that mighty order, striving for honesty and purity, with the fire for its symbol, and with all the noblest ideals of womanhood, and obligations to humankind embodied in its standards. You will, too, 'read of the mighty trains and the great steamhips that fire propels, of the ingenious and intricate machinery it has moulded, of the many marvels it has performed, far more interesting than any tale from the "Arabian Nights." y Have you ever seen a rolling-mill or a blast furnace by night? Oh!- if you have not, you have missed one of the most wonderful of sights-it is more than wonderful, it is awful yet sublime. You enter from the calm and starlit night into a place which embodies all of Dante's "lnferno"- into a whirl of giant wheels and white-hot flames. A bell clangs some- where, a furnace opens suddenly before you-you have an uncomfortable feeling of being too close-it opens and you look into a bottomless pit of blazing, bubbling liquid, the molten metal pours out in a long white ribbon, the air is hot and acrid, the whistle shrieks, the fiery sparks shoot forth, and through it and over it and above it all you feel the all-powerful influence of fire. You leave. Your mind is not very clear as to what has happened. lt is good to be out of it all-the unearthliness of it-good to be under the stars again. We would be living in the tree-tops now or in some damp cave if it were not for fire. We would be eating our food raw as our primitive an- cestors did before us. You will say, "Ah, yes!-Very true, but we have our electric appliances. We are not dependent upon Ere." Did yOu CVC! 85 stop to think what it is that first melted the iron and steel and beat it into shape for the electric stove and the electric lights? - And so it is. Fire is indirectly the beginning of every common necessity. Its productions are all about us, a vital part of us, and a mighty, mighty factor in civilization upon which our friend, the practical person, loves to dwell. For ourselves, we like to dwell longest upon this picture which the spirit of the ire brings before us: "Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, The house-dog on his paws outspread, Laid to the fire his drowsy head. The cat's dark silhouette on the wall, A couchant tiger's seemed to fallg And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andiron's straddling feet The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered in a row, And, close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. What matter how the night behaved? What matter how the North-wind raved? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth-fire's ruddy glow.', J. G. Whittier. t i we it High School Girls in Patriotic Parade, April L4, 1917, 37 Penn ylvania, the Mother of Statesmen VAL-EDICTORY ESSAY Christine R. Saylor. EARLY every state in our Union is known for some particularly strik- ing quality or excellence. We, of course, feel that the Keystone r State might stand in the front rank for many reasons, but we are not content to rank high for mere wealth, coal, iron, and manufac- turing interests. We should like to lift up our heads and thrill with joy over the true and loyal sons that have aided and guided the nation and given the citizens of this state the right to call it the Mother of Statesmen. We do not wish to lay claim unjustly to so great a title. Does Penn- sylvania truly deserve that name? Does the state that has a greater historic interest than any other, except possibly Massachusetts, have a right to this dignity? To answer that, we must turn back to the time of the early settlers. Perhaps you will remember that our colony was the first and almost the only one to live on peaceful terms with the Indians. lt was William Penn who laid the foundation of prosperity by his kindly, just, and considerate treat- ment of the original inhabitants. You will remember too that Penn, with great wisdom and openness of mind welcomed all nations within his borders. He himself had left England for greater freedom of worship and conduct, and he was too broad to refuse these same privileges to others, even to those differ- ing from him in opinion and faith. From the highly educated Germans, the skilful French, the sturdy Scotch, the home-loving English, the industrious Welsh, the imaginative Irish, whom he welcomed to this colony, has fused a fine type of citizen. Springing from an origin such as this, we citizens of Pennsylvania should hang our heads in shame if we do not carry out the spirit and laws of our first great statesman. ' Let us see how the Pennsylvania settlers developed their opportunities. The German Quakers, we find, were the first to protest prominently against the importation of slaves, and, through their efforts, Pennsylvania was the tirst state to pass a bill against the infamous trade. Penn had not spread his principles in vain. Pennsylvania had, through him, learned' the lesson of freedom and equality. Between the Hrst settlement and the Revolution, the great question that absorbed colonial interest was the struggle of the French and the Eng- lish for supremacy on this continent. We, in this section of the state, are not unduly exalting our importance when we claim that our own Conrad Weiser was a figure of some prominence in that struggle. Active in this colonial problem as well as in all othersiwas Benjamin Franklin, who was sent to Carlisle to confer with a delegation of Indian chiefs on this matter of resisting French greed and oppression. In fact there were few matters in which Franklin was not called upon to give his time and attention. Surely we can claim him as a Pennsylvanian, for he spent most of his life and did his greatest works here. He is a wonderful star in the midst of our great men, for he was easily one of the greatest and prob- - S8 ably the best loved diplomat that this nation has ever known. He lived in stirring times when crises brought forth many great men. To our credit be it said that nine signers of the Declaration of Independ- ence were sons of Pennsylvania, the only state to be so well-represented. Here is the goodly list: Robert Morris, Benjamin .Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross. The man among these who probably stands next to Frank- lin in his services to our struggling nation was Robert Morris, a wealthy mer- chant of Philadelphia. If, by his heroic efforts, he had not raised money on his personal credit, the Revolution might have failed then and there. And in the troubled days that followed the declaration of peace, he organ- ized and managed the federal finances, then no insignificant task. Twelve years after the Declaration of Independence, we Gnd Pennsyl- vania again the foster mother of the next important national document, the Constitution of the United States of America. And again we find Pennsyl- vania well represented by Franklin, Robert Morris, Thomas Mifflin, George Clymer, Thomas Fitzsimmons, Jared Ingersoll, James Wilson, and Gouverneur Morris. Four of these names appeared also on the Declaration of Independ- ence to the great honor of their owners and their state, one, that of Frank- lin, had also been placed on the earlier Articles of Confederation and the Treaty of Paris. We cannot leave the Revolutionary period without mentioning the work of John Dickinson, author of "Letters from a Farmer," which did much to stir up his own and other states for the cause of freedom. He was a dele- gate to the First Continental Congress, drafted, in 1776, a suggested form of confederation, and was one of the coolest and wisest heads of the Federal Constitutional Convention in 1787. It is a question of some interest why in all the years since 1789, Penn- sylvania has' sent but one President and one Vice-President to Washington. We certainly do not lack men of force and hne mental calibre. Perhaps it may be explained on political grounds. George M. Dallas, our only Vice-President, and an able, acccomplished, and courtly gentleman, was a figure of national importance long before 1844. He had little taste for the "rough and tumble involved in the struggle for political mastery," but he served assecretary of legation to the Court of Russia, as assistant to the Secretary of the Treasury, as United States district attorney, as United States senator, as minister to Russia, and Hnally as Vice- President with Polk. President Buchanan's administration is too well known to need any comment here. Notwithstanding his lack of force and wisdom in the crisis just preceding the Civil War, he was respected in his day for sober and conscientious convictions and a faithful adherence to his idea of right. A man who stands out in great contrast to Buchanan during this period is Andrew Gregg Curtin, the great war governor of Pennsylvania, the man who was compelled by the position of the state to give the hrst ofiicial utterance of the North on the question of secession. He was forced into this '89 declaration because Pennsylvania occupied the most important position of the northern states, not only because of her material and moral power, but also because of the exposure of her border in the event of civil war. But by the time for his inaugural address, he had made exhaustive efforts to ascertain the true condition of atiairs in the South, he knew that the South was in deadly earnest, and he had the force to come out definitely and energetically, and to be a power for right atathis critical time. There undoubtedly have been great men since the Civil War, but their lives are still so recent that they cannot be judged with perfect fairness. An author's position, it is said, cannot be truly ascertained within twenty-five years of his death. How much more is this true of a man in the turmoil of national politics. We have much to be proud of in the past, but it is not good to live too iruch in that irrevocable period. These men will, to a certain extent, have lived and died in vain if we do not take most thought for the present and the tuture. At this crisis we must ask whether we shall leave to our posterity the heritage of courage and force and insight and honor that have come down to us from the past. Will Pennsylvania continue to be the mother of states- men? Shall we meet the present crisis as wisely, as bravely, as heroically, and as successfully, as crises have been met in the past? we 90 "Take Fast llold of Instructiong Let Her Not G03 Keep lierg For She Is Thyseltf' CLASS ESSAY . Vivian E. Jenkin. UPPOSE that at some time in your life you would be given the oppor- tunity to meet yourself masqueradinig under another guise. I wonder if you would recognize the stranger, if you could discern your mind and soul in somebody's else form. Do you think you could? Suppose that you failed, that you merely observed the color of the eyes and missed completely the soul shining in them. I wonder if you would deem yourself worth knowing, worth presenting to your friends. ln short, would you care to become friendly with yourself? lf this opportunity were given, how many of you would accept? All, I think. It would be too fascinating an adventure to let pass-and yet, behold! here is the very thing within your grasp. There is no separate rein- carnation into mortal form, it is true, but a something-a wonderfully mys- terious something within us, which we call soul. How often at life's end that ethereal guardian of ours relinquishes its hold, never fully known, never thoroughly understood, never even sought. And why? Was ever a quest more alluring? The great road leading to its culmination, the Highway cf Instruction that must be traversed first, only enhances it a hundred-fold by a veiling of remoteness. This Highway of Instruction!--you have followed it again and again, a road just like the thousands and thousands that wind over our continent. Sometimes it is a broad, dusty thoroughfare crowded with wanderers rushing on to some great metropolis. Sometimes it is a leafy, green path lazily pursuing some dancing brooklet. Sometimes it is a narrow, rocky cut in the mountains, its solitude broken only by a tenacious hunter. Sometimes it is a little country road with surrounding hills rolling on and on into gray shadows of peaceful mountains. Thus it looms before you. Take it you must though you have the choice of whatever phase you desire, and on it you will become a seeker of knowledge, a seeker of truth, a seeker of your innermost self, always through your quest with this, our class motto, ringing in your ears: "Take fast hold of instruction, let her not go, keep herg ro. she is thyself." It is by this great mother road that we are led out of the narrow into the broad, out of our individual lives into the lifeof the world, and tnen, by a queer paradox, by losing ourselves in the greatness of the world-life, we find ourselves, like Galahad. i Dear to our American hearts is the memory of Abraham Lincoln. You will recall how the boy sat by the tire long hours at a time, patiently decipher- ing his Shakespeare and the family Bibleg how with mind filled with new ideas, new aspirations, he beheld before him a rugged lonesome path without 91 dennite end, he knew only that it led up-and he followed. Then came his preparation for the bar, his thoughts and energies consecrated to one supreme desire, forgetting himself entirely in his vigorous striving for what was fair and right. So he plodded upward, ever upward, until ,he attained a height not even dreamed of in the glowing extravagance of youth. And as a result of all this broadening, way down in the depths of his soul, self unity was born. Oh, he never declared it to the world, it is not the kind of thing a man proclaims from the house-tops, but it was there, and athat,- and that alone,-made the Abraham Lincoln that we love. Could he, with- out it, have felt so keenly the horrors of slavery, and have had the courage to stand by his convictions against a part of the North and the whole of the impulsive South? Could he have suffered, and sympathized with the utter sorrow and loneliness and pain of his people, striving against each other in a mad holocaust of civil war? Could he otherwise have loved them as he did? Would they otherwise have rallied to his call three hundred thousand strong, and again at a second summons come singing, "We're coming, 'Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!"-No, a hundred times no! What would life mean to us if our eyes perceived only vague outlines of the things about us, if our ears heard only meaningless words and dis- connectjed sounds? Who would crave an existence that was devoid of reason and understanding. And yet, how can we get in touch with those among whom our lives must be spent, how can we attempt to gain a sym- pathetic understanding of the human souls about us unless we first have sought and gained an understanding of our own souls. Human companion- ship is what makes life truly beautiful, and to miss that is to miss the very essence of life. O, now that thts 'wqlttierful gift of insight has been granted you, enjoy it to the fullest extent, find yourself, and be true to what you rind. And when some time the quest seems over long, and courage is slowly deserting, and the heart grows weary of the eternal striving, let your motto awaken hope and tire you again wit hthe same old longing and desire. Then lock it in a corner of your heart, and let it sing through the years- "Take fast hold of instruction, let her not go, keep her, for she is thyself." , 92 ' 'The Love of the Out-of -Doors in Literature FACULTY ESSAY Edna M. Sell. "Such a starved bank of moss Till that May morn. Blue ran a flash across- Violets were born." HERE is scarcely an English poet of note, except in the formal period I of the eighteenth century, that has not quickened and blossomed into some inspiration like this. From Chaucer to Noyes, the path of the . ages is strewn with daisies and buttercups, roses, daffodils, gentians. From .January to December you could read your way through a poetical calendar. You could stand by the sea and have some one put into words the feelings of wonder and admiration that you may not be able to express for yourself. You may have another interpret for you the mountains and the stars. The out-of-doors is distinctly the Elysium of the poets. Today, may I beguile you in the company of these great souls out into the open fields, amidst the wood-scents and deepest silences of the great forests, among the flowers, along the sea, or listening to the birds in the great out-of-doors? We can go through all the months of the year, we can go at dawn, at noon or under the gleaming stars, you surely have not wandered so far from Mother Earth that you do not find a sweeter eloquence in the pipings of the birds than in the thunder of city wheels, or that you do not feel a more soothing influence in the throb of the brown, life-giving earth than in the pulse of busy streets. Surely Spring will lure you forth, if nothing else will, when the last snow is melting and the brown earth is just beginning to hint at a fresh Coverlet of green. The wind that buffets us resolves itself into the words of Bryant: i "The stormy March is come at last With wind and cloud and changing skiesg I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. "And in thy reign of blast and storm Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May." As the grass grows greener and the sky bluer, the world seems new- made. We all feel the mystery and thrill of the new life. Even Browning, in ever-sunny Italy, sang his longing: "Oh, to be in England now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf." 93 With a greater sense of space and openness, Bliss Carman, that gipsy spirit, writes: , 1 "On the hills of April, With soft winds hand in hand, lmpassionate and dreamy-eyed, Spring leads her sarabands. Her garments float and gather And swirl along the plain, Her headgear is the golden sun, Her cloak the silver rain." "And after April, when May follows," as Browning says, we find Walt Whitman, with all his panoramic observations and sphere harmonies, sensitive to every silent message and influence of the out-of-doors in this wonderful month: "Apple orchard, the trees all covered with blossoms, Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green, The Eeternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning, The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sung The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple white flowers." lf Wordsworth, Bryant, Carman, and a host of others have captured the spirit of spring, we must turn to Lowell for the fullest praise of early sum-mer. When full-blown May has ripened into June, and a few gentle breezes which have strayed from May's embrace postpone the midsummer heat, then come Lowell's "perfect days." In this "high side of the year," whose pulses do not quicken with pure love of the world when he feels the brown earth and the quivering grasses, the fanning breezes and the over- whelming lazy loveliness of this golden weather: "And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days, Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays, Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glistenf' The inevitable revolution of the earth and moon bring July and August in the track of June, but now there is inactivity and calm and languor. Worlds are not conquered in mid-summer. , "The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky, The fields are still, the woods are dumb, ln 'glassy sleep the waters lie." 94 To a few, the succeeding months are the most beautiful of the year. But usually to both poet and layman there is a hint of melancholy. With all the rainbow colors of brown and green and gold and red, there is a mist and a haze, bare cornstalks and empty fields bear witness to the work of the reaper. When the days are crisp and gray and the smoke of burning leaves rises through the air, we feel the loneliness of the fields. There "We heard the calling of the lonely quailg In the bare cornfield stalked the silent crow, Too faint the breeze to make the grasses sigh, And not one call came from out the sky." Bryant's attitude toward Autumn is ever more obvious: "The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year." lt is only to the sturdiest and strongest of natures that winter appeals. Too often it is a shrunken, frozen, barren thing with sullen skies and bleak storms. The sun scarce ventures to show its face in his gloomy kingdom. The snow storm alone of winter's phases has the spiritual and esthetic note that attracts the beauty-loving soul of the poet. Read Emerson: "Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, -Arrives the snow, and driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight, the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven." Or turn to the simple, kindly Whittier: "The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm." And with the end of winter the circuit of the year is completed. Deep in the hearts of many of us, of all in fact that are not dulled and deadened by indoor rules and conventions, there is a gipsy strain, a Vagabond longing. We are not sufficiently free to give ourselves up entirely and to be, in the quaint words of the old English statute, "such as wake on the night and sleep in the day, ....... , ..... and no man not from whence they came nor whither they go." Bliss Carman has founded a mighty kingdom for us nevertheless, bounded by the ends of the earth and the top of the sky. There he roves with kindred spirits, crying: "We are the vagabonds of time And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime And all the valleys blue with haze." We long to follow and hear- "Now at long, sad intervals, Sitting unseen in dusky shade, A long-drawn cadence thin and clear, Pe--wee! pewee! peer." 95 Or perhaps it is the song of the song-sparrow with his tuneful A ''Sweet,-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer." Or the half-humorous call of Robert of Lincoln, ' "Bob-o-link! bob-o-linkt' Spink, spank, spink!" Wayside flowers would be our comrades too. With Lowell, we would sing to the gay little dandelion: 'tDear, common ilower, that grow'st beside the way, Tringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck and full of pride uphold." Star-glow, night-whispers, golden marshes, dawn, the thousand blended shades of vivid coloring at sunset, aromatic wood-scents, the song-sparrow, the daisy, all would be ours in greater beauty in Vagabondia, and we turn back to our man-made cities regretfully, still echoing the sturdy lines of Stevenson: ' 1 "Give to me the life l love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river- There's the life for a man like me, There's the life forever." !h""7 K He Couldn't Beat the Mayor Constance Stephen Brundage was mayor of Caledo. His principal characteristic was a red nose, which served to show that Stephen was not always a faithful devotee to soft drinks, mink, and water. Furthermore he had small beady eyes, a violent tem- per, and what was perhaps his saving grace, a sense of humor. Whatever Stephen attempted to do, this was his motto, "Get it by fair means if you can, but by all means GET it." Therefore, more than one person after his election ques- tioned whether Stephen had not run short of fair means and fallen back on the other kind to fill the ballot box. Nevertheiess, Stephen Brun- dage was now Mayor, and if he had strayed from the straight and narrow path to win the election, no one could prove it, except perhaps his opponent in the seventh ward, Jack Nooley, who had helped to make Stephen's road to the mayoralty a. steep and rugged one, and who had some of the "inside" information of the "ring" which would have helped Stephen a great deal if he had pos- sessed it. Therefore, it was not with the best of intentions that the mayor ran up a large bill with Mr. Nooley for garage supplies and chauffeur hire, for Nooley happened to be in the garage business. It was with the same intentions that, when he was sent the invoice for this bill month after month, the mayor refused to pay his former rival. Stephen's M. 2 Hillegass. theory seems to have been, "What's the use of owning your own car when you can get somebody else's without paying a cent, and in the bargain get square with an old poli- tical enemy? " Finally Nooley, after threats of lawsuit and many far from gentle words, decided to take the matter into his own hands and this is how he did it. Mayor Brundage had planned a little trip through the Pocono Moun- tains for himself and several prom- inent friends, to be taken in his machine, that is, Nooley's car which Stephen considered almost his own, with one of Nooley's men as chauf- feur, as usual. All went well until the party stopped at a lonely inn in one of the dreariest parts of the Mountains. After a stop of a few minutes, Stephen ordered the chauf- feur to go on, whereupon the in- solent fellow replied, "No farther, sir, unless you come across with twenty dollars. Them's my orders, an' the boss, he tells me to bring ye up here and if ye don't come across with the cold cash to let you sit here with a couple of flat tires and no gasoline. What chu' going to do about it?" For once Stephen Brundage real- ized he was beaten, for no bribing or coaxing would persuade Nooley's loyal employe to accept anything but a check made out to his employer for twenty dollars, a small part of SHYIOIJS CZHITICIH 712 PENN ST. KODAKS FILMS Developing and Printing nsrnnusx-mn 1859 W nsT1MAr1as cunsnirtitny Funmsunn When You Think of Good Plumbing and Ef'Hcient Heating, Think of No. 10 South Fifth Street, Reading, Pa. Country and Institution VVork l SlNtEllll llll Wlllxll ll ll till ll NINTH AND PENN GOUGLER 6? LUFT Dealers in Meals, Provisions and Poullry Hotels and Institutions Supplied Marion and Mulberry Mohnton-Market 3 the bill which the Mayor owed him. lt was not the amount, but the thought that Nooley had gotten the best of him, which enraged the mayor. Finally to relieve the em- barrassing situation he paid the chauffeur, but not before, deep down in his heart, he had planned revenge to get square with "that confounded blaclgmailerf' Two days after that, about eight o'clock in the evening, a suburban traffic othcer received a mysterious telephone message to the effect that he was to watch for a large brown touring car, license 36820, which would pass his station shortly, and to arrest it for speeding. The oiii- cer knew what he was doing, for he was not one of the gentlemen con- nected with the "Anti-graft league." Therefore when the large brown car appeared,,although it was not ac- tually exceeding the speed limit, the i l 1 V l l l l I 4 officer with a majestic wave of the hand, that wellaknown gesture so familiar to the unlucky motorist, ordered it to stop, told the chauffeur, who was the only one in the car, that he was under arrest, and that he was to appear the following morning in police court. The next day, Mayor Brundage promptly at ten o'clock opened police court. The third case was that of a chauffeur, arrested for speeding the evening before. As Nooleey was responsible for his chauffeur's conduct, he appeared himself in Court and with much in- dignation protested against the arrest. The Mayor said not a word, but presently brought down his gavel, shouted "Order!", and then with a merry twinkle in his eye beamed down at his victim and in deep, guttural tones pronounced "Twenty dollars, please!" Jwnmmam Manufacturers of All Kinds of BRUSH ES QQ? ARE. STILL DOING B U S I N E S S AT 137 -39 Cedar St. Bell Phone Con. Phone LOUIS VLADI Bananas Ripe and Green Hipening Rooms, Basement ot 822 Penn St. ofrlcs WAREHOUSE 237 Penn St. 37 Pear St. R E A D I N G, P A. Best Soda Water in Town. HOME OF VINOL. Hmerican medicine Company 710 Penn St. THE REXALL sToRE WE MAKE FRESH W , Reading's Popular Candy Store H H OUR OWN E EVERY DAY 640 PENN ST. 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I will not vouch for their interest. O July 29- To my best-beloved Family, I have arrived-O, heart, yes!- I have arrived. Perhaps I should say at the back door. I would not feel the ignominy of a back door entrance so much, but that I am accustomed to walk in through front doors. There is something de- cidedly trying to the feelings, to arrive at the back door of a hotel. Well, I was shown to my room di- rectly above the kitchen fDelicate and elusive odors of fish float up to my nostrils as I write thisl. I tripped gayly up the stairs and stood amazed upon the threshold. Such a room! All the Websters in the world could find no words to de- scribe it. Six girls, counting me, sleep in it. There were clothes festooned over the beds-clothes draped over chairs-clothes sus- pended upon doors-besides a couple of pairs of bedroom slippers, and not to mention soap and rotten apples. The beds looked as if a cyclone had struck them. A small table in the center was fantastically decorated with pens and ink, crumbs of fudge, writing paper, a few pea- nuts, and Bibles. There was a cord strung from the bureau to the win- dow upon which flapped towels and wash-rags. I sat down abruptly upon a convenient trunk and stared. A whole asylum, instead of six girls, seemed to have reposed in that room. It quite took my breath. However, I soon recovered and I laughed as I never laughed before- I fairly shouted. After a while Madam, who is man- ageress of the hotel, came in and gave me my collars and aprons. I like her very much-she is lovely. I ate breakfast in a little room off the kitchen. We had oatmeal and fried potatoes and bread-rolls and some kind of meat-I never could tell the different kinds. Then we disposed of the dishes. Dishes! There were stacks upon stacks of them-all with little green, clover- leaf borders. I dream all night that I rove in clover fields. Believe me, those dishes were washed in a hurry. It is now a quarter to twelve and I should be downstairs at a quarter to twelve. TERESA. August 9 My Dears, If I do not write intelligibly, of a surety, it is no fault of mine. I can- not hold a pen properly, by reason of Eve cuts and three burns. I have S2 in tips and I weigh one hundred and one-half pounds. Such an un- grammatical letter! Burns and tips and pounds all in one paragraph. I love your letters-especially those that gently hint for donations. Good gracious! do you think I am earning money just to send .it home for you to spend! The guests up here are so inter- esting. There is a middle-aged widow lady with matrimonial inten- tions. She has her eye cocked and her cap set for one wight, by name Wallace. Wallace is half her age and her devoted penny-dog. It is "Wallace this" and "Wallace that," from morning till night. Wallace is about the only marriageable male here. Alas! Alas! The widow lady never has funds enough. She continually deplores and bewails the fact that she won't have enough money to pay her board bill. Why doesn't she come out in the kitchen and earn an honest penny? Pardieu!-Madam Widow would not think of such a thing! I was at a song service on Sunday evening. Tiraliralee! but I felt sol- emn! Speaking of singing reminds me of the fact that we waitresses sing while we wash dishes - sing everything from "Mary had a Wil- liam goat," through "Annie Laurie" up to " 'll Trovatoref' There are no Melbas among us, but what we lack in tone we make up in volume. We scrap about the work-no- body wants to do any more than she positively has to. The extra work is usually pushed on the unsuspecting "greenies." "Who's going to scrub the stairs today? " "I'm not, I did it last week." "Well, then, you do it, Teresa"- me. "I won't. It's my turn next week and I won't do it twice in succes- sion." "Well, somebody has to do itf' Somebody, not I, does it at least to keep peace in the family. Two sanctimonious ladies-Miss Verrie and Miss Goodie, good by name-feel it incumbent upon them to hand out tracts to benighted waitresses living in t'he darkness of sin. Heavens above! I feel so " 'umble" and meek in spirit I don't know myself. I have a lady and her two angelic boys at my table-Mrs. Dixon and little Edmund and Egbert Dixon. Her name is Edith and her husband's name is Ebenezer. Her husband is not here-no wonder! She is an easy-going person-very nice to me but her children! They try hard to pull the tablecloth on' the table, they drop their knives and forks every meal, they chew up their napkins, they make themselves general nui- sances and they make me a fit sub- ject for the insane asylum. "Now, children," says Mrs. D. in a wheedling voice, "you will all have some milk-toast. Won't that be nice? " -::GlFTS FOR ALL OCCASIONS? Each clay finds our stock along this line more complete. Always something new to show you. Many handsome and usetul articles that you will want for llirhhing, Grahuntinu, Eirthimg smh Anninvruarg Gifts -Nf5SEE 'l'HE1NI Awsfsf P. NI. ZIEGLER CO. Drugs and Chemicals 526 Penn Square ESTABLISHED 1865 illeinharh 8: Era. MERCHANT TAILORS CLOTHIERS Cor. PENN and EIGHTH STREETS READING PA 1Y0LlM'0'MIwS Exclusive Agents lor the Famous BETTY WALES Dresses, School Dresses, Afternoon Dresses and Social Frocks Betty Wales Dresses are designed especially for girls and youthful women by Betty Wales, the heroine of Margaret Warde's series of eight fascinating ' college stories. Each purchaser-of a Betty Wales Dress is entitled to her choice FREE of one of these books. We Make a Specialty of Graduation and Party Dresses The Gra wford Go. 846-848 PENN STREET 'G Y 9 "Naw," growls sweet little Ed- mund, "I want ice-cream. I don't want any of your old milk-toast. "There isn't any ice-cream." "Want some any way." "I want the whole menu. Teresa, bring me the whole menu," pipes up five-year-old Egbert serenely, with a condescending wave of the hand. Then they all begin to talk at once. Mrs. D. impotently wrings her hands, while I stand patiently by, 'with hatred in my heart. This is enough of a letter. Fare- ye-well. I must go and frolic with the June-bugs. Your most obedient servant, TERESA CHESTER JEFFRIES. August 26 To the handsomest and most accom- plished Family on Earth- Greetings ! I have had an accident. There! -I can hear you all say, "Well, if that isn't like Tessy-always having accidents." This is how it happened: I was walking along beside a little pond yesterday, reciting the "Lady of the Lake," to myself. Probably it was because my head was above the clouds that I didn't see where I was going-anyhow, my foot struck something soft, and I went hedlong into a swamp. Right into the slime and the mud and the water I dived, and I tloundered around-looking very much like an over-grown Hsh, I've no doubt-until I finally landed on dry ground. There, more dead than alive, I took in the situation. I decided that the best place for me was Tip-top Hotel-so to Tip-top Hotel I went, with my muddy skirts flapping against my knees-to the great delight of sundry small urchins along the way. We have had movies - also a dance. I tripped it on the "light, fantastic" with the best of them. The Dixons-Edith, Egbert and Edmund have gone. Blessings be upon the head of Ebenezer! There is a very big lady up here with her very little husband. Wher- ever she goes, he trails around in her wake. He never walks beside her or before her-always behind her. They are at my table. She orders for him. If he ventures to say he would like some beef, she up and says, "Indeed not. You know it is not good for you. Bring him an omelet, Teresa-and some tea- very, very weak. Be sure to have it weak. That will be enough for you, James," and James, weak as the tea, acquieesces. There is a newly married couple, a queer little mousey lady, and two men who look like villains of the f N V " x' we V. 'IDEM' anna I I X . QW E in EEE E, iii sr' i I' Ultra I ull! Ml E lI'IIlIlll LQ rk.:,,in!-- ' 'nr -- I N X img? N Xlllllll lim I li i it i t Q l7Wl'i'WWI"'tf'F mlm llllilll It l H 3 lllll 5. lll -HI S liill' i 'I 1 I I:'tL',-iiErw'rv,5. rl if X ,snmgis Mr l7'l 'I' l Sli? -. :rr lltll Wim rar, its ii J-w'+f?iQY.:E 3" 'ft X , -:1 . "K" rr -l l l rr , Ill 1-J 4 -- ,ii T' N' lvllilqllllllillllllill i Q .:1E.g ll'l' ltr iv l MllllIll'lIl'l'lII'lIDlQp Bi nm, f r aarrzllmiifllflfllii llfimf ' 1-23521 ' lllll if 3 i SN The City's Foremost Department Store is now in its fortieth year,-fast reaching the half century mark. Not what we've done in the past, but what we're doing right now for our patrons is of greater importance. i IPPIRIINCIIIPLIES WELDED HNTU THE BUSIINIESS One price to all. The fullest and frankest knowledge No overvaluation ofgoods. given about every article. No misrepresentation of quality. Guarantees always fultilled. We are sure the students of both our local High Schools, with their known civic pride and interest in the growth ot Reading and its environs, really wish to see the city's biggest store keep right on going ahead too, just as their school also hopes to progress. We're grateful for the husiness that comes our way, and We always try to make the service meet every requirement of our patrons. i DIVES, POMEROY Sr STEWART 5 I ll deepest dye, at my table also. The newly-weds are very much interested in each other to the exclusion of everything and everybody else. Alma calls them my two pieces of mush. I only hope they are not so much interested in each other as to forget to tip me. The mousy-I call her that be- cause of her timid, retiring manner and her queer little pointed face- does nothing but eat. She never looks around, never says anything- just eats. The villains, in spite of their heavy black brows, and curling black mustachios, are very harmless. The only fault I have to find with them, is that for breakfast and supper, they order milk-toast, buttered toast, plain toast, poached eggs on toast, and soft boiled eggs. June, you can sympathize with me--you know what it is to open soft boiled eggs and to wait for toast. I can sym- pathize with the waitresses at col- lege. I am writing this out in the pavil- ion. It is lovely out here with the green grass a-growing all around and the green leaves a-rustling. From where I sit I can see our city. Think of it-soon I will be there! 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We are reliable in our dealings. REINHARD RIEGER "Opposite Post Office" 50 North Fifih Straet Pianos Players H. W. HANGEN 47 SOUTH SIXTH STREET E. H. ICRAEMER ll?-OO SPIiUCE S'.L'REET READIXI Q, PA. o B Q L D HARDWARE C0. an Tziudilei-Eng 2711! DANCING Wednesday and Saturday Evenings ARTHUR JAHN, Manager The Faith of a Freshman Kathryn Daugherty. fa? 14-57 W: Eg ff 5,3 5-yi-T'-.I , ff' : qi. V e " . M wg Q? 4 . yyt NADINE It was lunch time in the Western High School and a babble of merry girlish voices came from all the rooms and floated down the corri- dors. ln room No. 400 a group of girls were laughing and talking, as they were doing in all the other rooms. But there was a difference here, for in this was the most popular girl of the school. Nadine Powers sat on a desk swinging her silk-clad feet gently to and fro. In one hand she held a bunch of grapes and in the other a sandwich. She was not only the most popular girl, but also the pret- tiest. A great mass of shining curls crowned a small head, proudly set on a slender white throat. Two eyes of blue, sparkling with fun and joy, gazed widely at the world from under thick lashes. A small pug nose, that wasn't a pug at all, just Ig! XR--' it . hx, - 15- 'A' 5 ,' ff ,-fa f-:S . X L If 1' a'?'5QX gf., "1 2335.5 fl ZR Ji' K J- x Q rl R, fx 9 F1 f I K f gs xi O EDITH a saucy little tilt, was set above two lips of richest crimson. "Have you written your essay, Nadine?" asked an inquisitive Junior. "Yes, my dear, ages ago. I guess Professor Harris is trying to decide what color of metal will match my golden locks." Nadine was a Senior and was competing for the prize that was given every year for the best essay. Standing by Nadine was a small, bright-faced girl with extremely iz sem siarurm uirpg 'som bioizrq Freshman and adored Nadine with all her heart. Just now she was watching the pretty color come and go in Nadine's face, with something like ecstasy. "Oh, Nadine," she whispered in an awed tone, "Do you think you'll get the prize? " "I don't know, Babe," in a matter of fact tone, "I tried hard enough. But I 'spects Professor Harris has some one else in view." "Well, I think you ought to get it," remarked Edith indignantly. "Why? " asked Nadine popping a luscious grape between her rosy lips. "You haven't even read my essay. Why do you think I ought to get it? " "Why! Because-because-Why because you're the prettiest girl in the school!" Nadine threw down her lunch and pulled the Freshman into her arms for a bear hug. "Oh, you funny, funny Babe!" she laughed. 'fDo you suppose Professor Harris goes by the looks of a girl? He has probably put me :down in his books long ago as a frivolous, empty-headed simpleton." "My dear," said a quiet voice at her elbow, "you shouldn't use such extravagant language." "Don't preach, Mary, dear. This is recess," and Nadine again turned her attention to her lunch. At this juncture a tall man entered the door at the rear of the room. Every eye was turned in his direc- tion, for it was seldom that Professor Harris honored any lunch room with his presence. He was exceedingly tall and slim, with long arms and limbs and broad shoulders. He had kind grey eyes, and his hair was al- most white. Professor Harris made his way to the platform where a group of teach- ers were talking together. In one hand he carried a bundle of crumpled white paper and in the other a monthly magazine. He spoke a few words to the teachers, then turned to the girls in the room. "Young ladies," he began when he had gained every one's attention, "I am very much grieved to find that there is a cheat and thief among you. I know they are hard words, but they are true ones. I will tell you the whole story so that you may judge for yourselves." The girls had pushed to the front of the room so that Nadine Powers and Edith Winters stood directly be- fore the Professor with their arms about each other's waist. "As you all know," continued the Professor, "a prize is given, each year, to the writer of the best essay, on a subject which she chooses her- self. Day before yesterday the es- says were handed in to the judges, who immediately began to go over them in search of the best one. Last night, or this morning, rather, the judges came to a decision. They had all agreed unanimously on the same essay. But they all felt that they had read this same essay before and in looking up the matter found that the essay had been COPIED 'fgpiawfs X3 ,X EX X fozw 7 IYUUJI llbonuments ombstones AND ALL KINDS OF Cemetery memorials P. F. EISENBHUWN SUNS UU., Inc. 40 Years at Sixth and Elm Sts. Our Hart Schaffner Marx and Alco System Young Men's Suits are specially pleasing this Spring CROLL 81 KECK 4182420 PENN STREET : 2 : READING, PA. THOUSANDS fe O F L A D IES - patronize the Crystal Restaurant. It appeals to them by reason of its cleanliness, brightness, and its polite, 1 tactful service, as well as by reason 5 of its excellent food and reasonable N prices. l Qirgsfal B5fZI1I17EI1tff Penn Square a g153E1eg.r'gg13re is a stream to the left, a l 17 jifyeaaikztg fb I WORD FOR WORD OUT OF A MAGAZINE." There was a deep silence as the Professor Hnished speaking. The girls looked at one another aghast, but spoke never a word. Nothing like this had ever happened before. "l'm sure you all agree with me that the girl who could do this thing is utterly devoid of honor. I have no wish to shield the girl at all. Miss Powers, you may go to my office. 1 will see you later." The whole room was stunned. Nadine Powers! There must be some mistake! But one look at the face of Nadine was enough to set the seal of guilt upon her. During the Professor's story she had stood as if turned to stone, but when he spoke her name she shuddered and looked at him wildly. "Professnr!" she cried sharply. "You don't understand." "I think I understand perfectly. You may go." But Edith Winters had come to her senses again and, throwing her arms about Nadine, cried out, "No! It isn't so. I don't believe it. I won't--I can't believe it." "lt is perfectly true, Miss Win- ters," said the Professor kindly. He felt sorry for this girl whose idol was shattered. "I have the proof here," and he held out both maga- zine and essay. It took only a glance to assure Edith that the essay had been copied. But she only pressed Nadine closer in her arms and said-tirmly: "There must be some mistake. Nadine never did that. Why, she couldn't do a mean or dishonorable thing to save her life!" "Professor Harris, won't you please listen to me?" cried Nadine piteously. She held out a slender hand to him pleadingly. All the pretty color was gone from her cheeks and lips. "I don't think I care to hear any- thing you may have to say," re- plied the Professor coldly. He was not a harsh man, but he was deeply incensed. "You should have thought before you did this. It is too late to ask for pity now." At this the blood rushed into Nadine's face and receded as quickly, leaving the face white with suppressed passion and the eyes blazing with scorn. She withdrew from Edith's arms and stood before the Professor. She spoke in a low but distinct voice: "lt isn't pity l'm asking for," and she drew herself up proudly, "lt's justice!" There was silence as the two gazed into each other's eyes,-the tall Professor and the slim little stu- dent. It was the Professor who spoke first in a slow, quiet toneg "Justice has never been denied to any one in this school. If you have anything to say that will throw a different light on the subject, we will all be glad to hear it." "You needn't explain for me, Na- dine," said Edith Winters quietly. "I believe in you anyhow." Nadine looked closely at the girl, then smiled suddenly. Turning to the Professor, she saidg "I never said anything about the essay because I never imagined you would take the stand you have. I did not think you would publicly call 's. .a ' - . fx ,-X , fr, 'Q .3 ,JI ' i ANCAKE Hnnn wm3J"f,,,, Mum gm 1L5.- 4 'Q - e. , , R I ' Ce K R X55 P ...eo M' .Wins -M Nfwvn 5333 ::a:af7'1r'ERMM us: 'gg'-ijglpzu' lfaii'b??iL1-'J' L51 "Z AT ALL GOOD GROCERS C. E. KIRLIN BARR BUILDING SELLING AGENT BELL PHONE Stanley R. Kaufman T H E Magazine and Newspaper Nlan 227 PENN STREET READING, PA. First-Class Drug Store H QYEQDTUEES II Everything you would expect in a NINTH AND PENN STS. THE BUSY CORNER. II "lVe Yieaz' You R1 fl." K Eagle Book Store 31.00 SEL F- FILLING FOUNTAIN PEN Equal to any 52.50 Pen made. Our personal guarantee with each Pen. Eagle Book Store 542 PENN STREET Tiolh 'Thunes HERl31QR'1' DTCHART Plumbing and Heating 1256 Perkiomen Ave. Oflice: 1126 Chestnut St. READING, PA. E bl hed 1895 CO1-IEN BROS. .Niall A, A. S, In , ix pi: no me 528 IDCUI1 SQIIHYC 1ReaDinQ, llba. Telephones a girl a thief without giving her a chance to explain." Before the Professor could reply she turned to Edith Winters again. "Edith, that essay is mine. You know that." Edith nodded. 'tlt is the same as the one in the magazine."Edith again nodded. Nadine spoke more slowly, 'tl copied it word for word out of the magazine. Do you believe me, dear?" 'tOf course," came the prompt answer. "But you never did it to cheat or steal. You had a very good reason for copying it." 'tYou blessed little Babe!" cried Nadine, with a sob in her voice. "Professor," she said, turning to the platform. f'One little sentence will explain all. I wrote the essay in the magazine. lt is the original and it is mine? Professor Harris gazed at her in amazement. "You mean you sent that essay to the magazine? " he exclaimed. l l i i A f'Yes, sir. If you will look at the initials, you will see that they are 'N. F. PX, Nadine Felicity Pow- ers. l was named for my grand- mother," she added quaintly. HMy dear, I humbly beg your pardon," said the Professor, holding out his hand. "lt never occurred to me that you had written both. lt was such a wonderful essay." Nadine smiled shyly and slipped her hand into his. As the Professor turned to go, he placed his hand on Edith Winter's shoulder and said to Nadine: "Miss Powers, you have a wonder- ful friend, here." Later, Nadine put both arms around Edith and whispered: , ttBabe, oh, Babe, you can't imagine what your faith meant to me.' f'You wouldn't have been ex- pelledf' llwhy? H UWhy! Why because-because. Why because you're the prettiest girl in the school!" 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I have always been forbidden to climb that particular tree or even to allow my thoughts to dwell upon it. I tried my best to obey and succeeded as far as climbing it was concerned, but not to think of it was altogether a different matter. My thoughts resolutely refused to dwell upon upon any other tree. Last Summer, returning to Kentucky for the vacation, I went one after- noon to gaze again at my old tempter and bless my soul! if he wasn"t at Iis old tricks again. "Come on up" he cried in a fearfully loud voice. 'tIt's deliciously cool up here, and you can see the whole country for miles." I resolutely turned my back on his pleadings but the old scamp called and cajoled until I threw discretion to the winds and rapidly began the ascent,Inrst making sure that no one was within sight. Up to the top of the highest branch I went and sat down. It was even more entrancing than the old tree had said. I sat swaying in the breeze and drinking in the pure air when I was startled by a voice at my side. Turning around, I beheld the most amazing little man I had ever seen. He was standing on the edge of a cloud and looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Come, get in," he said, "and I'lI show you a sight that wil make your heart sing." "Will it hold me? " I asked, for the cloud was a soft airy looking thing. "Oh, bless you, yesll' he laughed and being thus assured I clambered aboard and off we sailed. It was certainly delightful, as I lay there nestled down in the soft cloud, to go sailing away above the treetops. After a while we began to near another cloud, much larger than the one on which we were, 23 The Bon on We Aim to Sell Dependable Millinery only, the merits of which will appeal to the people who realize that no article is cheap unless its actual worth is in keeping with the price paid for it. Our aim is not to sell the most Cheap Millinery, but to sell Good Millinery the cheapest to the most people. T h SB 0 11 T 0 11 IVICCANN SCI-IOGL High-Grade Secretarial and' Civil Service Training OUR SPECIALTY !V0M1'1zKg' fo Se!! Bu! Seffzfzke L. C. MCCANN. President 24 "That," said the little man, "is our stopping place." "What place is it? " I asked curiously, but he made me no answer, only guided the cloud toward the other, where we presently alighted. I found myself in the most beautiful country I have ever seen and everywhere there seemed to be nothing but children. Catching a glimpse of some of the faces, I exclaimed, "Why! lt's Story-Book Land!" "Weill Do you see any of your friends here? " asked the little man. "Obi" I cried, "There's Pollyanna and Rebecca and Emmy Lo-u and dear old freckle-faced, red-headed Anne." They all came up to greet me and welcome me to Story-book Land. I looked around me in delight. There was Little Lord Fauntleroy, the little Lame Prince, and Peck's Bad Boy playing together, as odd a matched triplet as I ever saw. Over in a clump of bushes Cinderella was being entertained by Prince Charming, and walking up and down in loving conversation were Snow-White and Prince Florimond. There was Alice with her funny little turned-up nose and golden hairgrLady Jane carrying a blue heron under her armg Toinette's Philip all dressed in black and looking exceedingly lonely. Oh, there were hosts of them, lots of them old friends and quite a few strangers. ' "Who is that little girl, sitting over there on that rock, with that awful nrelancholy face?"I asked, "UghI She gives me the shivers." "Oh, that's Elsie. You surely remember Elsie Dinsmore. Do you want to speak to her?" "I-Ieavens! No!" I exclaimed in horror. "I'd shock her sense of good- ness inside of five minutes." I turned to Anne Shirley, who was standing close beside me. "Anne," I said, "Why WOULDN'T you forgive Gilbert when he rescued youfrom the boat? I always admired you for your courage in withstanding him, but, somehow, I always felt so sorry for him." "I WANTED to forgive him," said Anne sadly. ,"He was such a nice loy and had such nice black eyes. I had forgiven him over and over again in my heart, but my pride would not let me speak." "I know," I sighed, being much encumbered with pride myself. "I sup- pose it WAS hard." I talked to all of them, except Elsie Dinsmore, whom I shunned as 1 would a rainy day. I really had no dislike for the poor child, but I detested a too good child, not being heavily burdened with goodness myself. I'spent a glorious afternoon and was very sorry when the little man said it was time to go. I said good-bye to all of them and climbed into the cloud again. They stood on the edge and waved their hands to me as long as I was in sight. The last thing I saw and heard from Story-Book Land was Pollyanna kissing her hand to me and Anne calling gaily: "Come again, Oh, DO come again soon." I 25 A FANTASY Julia N. Shanaman. My head had felt heavy from struggling with A's and B's and X's and Y's and I had rested it a moment on my desk-only a moment. The dis- missal bell sounded and I hastened to get my wraps and leave the building, for I had an errand to do and after that many, many, long lessons to learn. I reached Penn Street. - How strange! I had never seen this entrance door before. What a cloistered life is mine not to have known of this new department store! I entered and passed from counter to counter. I made a purchase. The girl was smiling broadly while she waited on me. I made another purchase. This girl, who waited on me, also smiled. Then I saw! that every girl had a perpetual smile on her face. It irritated me. "Why do you all smile? " I asked one. "Ot We must. It's a rule of the store. Be pleasant. Laugh and the world laughs with you.' " - "Yes," I said, "But you may smile and smile and be a villain." And then suddenly every girlts head became transparent like an X-ray picture, and I could see little thoughts, big thoughts, weary thoughts and sad thoughts, merry thoughts all chasing one another through many little halls and crevices and neeks and corners in heir brains. "How queer!" I ejaculated and watched delightedly one little thought, "I'm invited to a party and he is going to take me," chase another .little thought, "I haven't any party dress. So how can I go," 'round and 'round a blonde psyche. Suddenly I felt some one clapi something over my eyes, and at the same time I heard some one calling, "It is the Z-ray, the Z-ray." Quite an un- canny feeling took possession ot' me as I saw the walls of the store apparently growing thin and Hlmy. I walked up to investigate them. I touched them with my hand. My hand fell through. I followed it. I found myself out in the open. It was the Z-ray which had invested me with that strange power to melt through a solid wall. A strong, yellow glare hung over, seemingly, all the world. lt was the moon. My! How near, how enlarged, how! fascinating it was! It seemed as near as the third story of an ordinary house is to a person walking below. A dead world?-Indeed not. lt was teeming with its population. But, what a queer population it had! It was peopled entirely with letters, words, and progressive ideas. The progressive ideas seemed to correspond to our aris- tocracy. There was a little word helping Bright Idea, Number Ten, for 1921, to prepare for his journey to our world. ,The letters evidently corre- sponded to our child's nurses, for there were great numbers of them wheeling about baby ideas for 1930 and 1940 in moonbeam perambulators. Oh, how I wanted to see those dear, little babies! I raised my hands to my eyepiece, thinking that I might adjust it more satisfactorily. 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V rd ' M k! i l W od X I The llZlf."lrlliTl'y 'H All nie very NEWEST steps - :ind -nn nie FAVORITES. crash and everything had vanished in a trice. A start and an exclamation, for my hand had slipped from under my head and had upset an inkbottle, shattering it into hundreds of atoms. Where was my Z-ray? It was a dream -made of just such stuff as dreams are made of. O THE PALACE OF ELYSIA Marie Coyle. T Before I tell about my visit to the inmates of the palace, I must relate the facts of my journey to their ethereal home. Last summer I went with a touring party to see the much-heralded beauties of the West. After traveling through Colorado, Kansas, Texas and the other states of the Middle West, we Gnally came to sunny California. After a day's rest we decided to have a look at the marvelous mountains. As you know I have achieved quite a reputation as a mountain climber, having made many daring ascents to the summit of Mt. Penn. Well, I succeededg in reaching the crest of Mt. Shasta, and was possessed with a wish to see the lava in the crater. As I leaned over to look into the boiling mirror, I heard a queer sound and looked around to investigate, but I did not succeed in finding out what the alarm was, for something shot and sent me sky-high and I knew no more. ' When I awoke, I saw some strangely-clad ladies standing over me and chattering like birds. They tried every language under the sun in trying to make me understand, and Hnally they hit upon English. They excitedly asked me where I came from and eyed my tattered railment askance. I then told them of my hasty and unexpected departure. When I could squeeze a word in edgewise during their incessant twittering, l tried to ex- plain and inquired as to what land I was in. Thereupon I was informed that this region was the Elysian Fields. After a cordial invitation to stay, which in my befuddled state I did not hesitate to accept, they escorted me to the large palace, where all the inhabitants of the land resided. On the way my kind benefactresses introduced themselves as Lavinia, the wife of Aeneas, Tullia, -the wife of Cicero, and Portia, the wife of Julius Caesar. On entering the marvelous palace I saw a lovely lady in apricot silk, en traine, cautiously stealing down the steps to join a young man in a pinchback overcoat, whom I recognized as Paris, by his Frenchy look. The lady was afterwards introduced to me as Helen, that bewitching Trojan mischief-maker. When we advanced into the inner court I found it inhabited by people who were strangely a mixture of the years, 1917 A.D. and 27 B.C. There near the door in smoking jacket and slippers, his eye-glass down on the end of his nose, Menelaus was eagerly devouring the latest war news. Anthony, who I was told was now wedded to Cleopatra, was sitting before the Ere-place, holding an ice bag to his bandaged head while his charm- 28 To Graduates of Reading High School We beg to extend to you our congratulations upon your graduation, and to wish you success in all your future undertakings. You will pardon us for pointing out the fact that our broad stocks contain just what you will need for the summer. We believe, however, that a real service will be done to you by bringing to your attention the fact that this store offers numerous advantages that you cannot afford to lightly pass by. Broadest assortments, highest quality merchandise, lowest prices and guaranteed satisfaction with every purchase, are a few of the notable superiorities pos- sessed by this store. We trust to establish a long and pleasant business relationship between you and ourselves, and hope to soon have the pleasure of sewing you at our store. Respectfully yours, PENN SQUARE READING, PA. CHARLES F. 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Over in an obscure corner far from the maddening crowd, Priam and Anchises were head, neck and heels in a game of checkers. In the center of the hall Caesar and Pompey were engaged in a boxing bout with Hannibal as referee. , Just opposite, Lucullus was host at an elaborate dinner, given in honor of Pvramus and Thisbe, whose engagement had just been announced. After spending quite a while in meandering about the hall, I looked into a smaller room to one side, which somewhat resembled a court-room. While I stood looking in, the door behind the platform opened and hoary Atticus entered and took the judge's seat. He was followed by Cicero and haughty Catiline, who accused the orator of libeling him in his various works. I was getting interested and had advanced into the room when I heard the judge order the constable to subpoena the interested meddler at the door, whereupon I fled and in my haste hurried in the wrong direction. 'After proceeding for some length and seeming to he no nearer an exit than at first, I stopped and listened. Strange mutterings came to my ears, from a door to my right. I cautiously crept over and opened it and peeped in. There in a great cell, held in by iron bars I saw two frenzied creatures. As though hypnotized I slowly pushed the door, and the guard who had been sleeping against it slid down in a heap with great clanking. He awoke with hand on cap to salute, but when he saw the cause of his waking he became red and angry. I fumbled and floundered an apology and asked him about his charges. He, greatly mollitied, became interested and told me that they were Virgil and Livy, who had gone stark mad from listening to high school students' translations of their works. They began to rave, and I skipped rather hastily. On leaving this apartment, I tumbled into the arms of a large powerful fellow who with a comrade was having a lively discussion about woman suifrage. I began to pine for Mother Earth and wandered about in search of a Twenty Century Limited. After a weary walk I came to a marvelous arch of brilliant colors. An .ld man stood at the end and told me that it was the rainbow and he was the guardian of the pot of gold. I asked him if I might cross and hesitatingly he gave his permission. I laboriously crawled up until I reached the center of the arch from which it was easy sliding down the other side. Wonderful to relate, I arrived on the peak of Shasta whence I had started and, after long seeking, found my comrades and wended my way back to the mountain inn. 80 e--- El For the Good of the I-IIGI-I SCHOOL FOR GIRLS and may it prepare them for the best there is in life The READING EA GLE. El - IE! LIFE IN DEATH Edna M. Sell. When I Hrst thought of trying my experiment, I knew that its success would make me the most famous scientist of the day. My spirits fairly boiled with eagerness. Day and night I worked over hit until, at last, I felt that I had evtery little particle of the machinery together and that I was ready to test it. The experiment was to bring back thqe dead to life. It was an enor- mous undertaking, but other things in science just as enormous were being done every day. Through the process of connecting the nerves of the body with the most delicate arrangement of electric cells and batteries, I hoped to send a slight electric shock to thfe heart and thus produce a beat. After several shocks the heart would beat regularly and life would be produced again. Everything was arranged, and I had only to turn on the current in order to produce the miracle. I wrapped the tiny wires around my hand and grasped the cold hand of the dead body. I turned on the current. Anxiously I waited for some sign of life. At last I felt a finger twitch. For a moment I felt cowardly at the thought of the dead coming to life but, now that I had begun, the fascination of seeing the result held me. Again I turned on the current. One eye opened, then the other. I smiled at the thought of my success and as I did so the corners of the mouth drew up into,-shall I say?-a grin. It was ghastly. The very remem- brance of that face is ghastly. The eyes stared vacantly. Occasionally the eyeballs moved, but seemed to take in nothing in their glance. The nostrils were dilated, and the mouth was drawn up in a hideous smile, show- ing two moulding, broken teeth. After several shocks and by my aid, the body stood up. When I beheld it face to face, I shrank back in horror. That face was so close to mine. I was in a daze, but I still clung to the hand. I raised my hands to my eyes. It did the same. I walked away, it walked by my side. It imitated me in every movement. Now I dared not release its hand, for, if I had restored it to life, what would it do if given its freedom? I ran-the thing stumbled and fell at my feet. Again I raised it, half crazed with terror. I pulled my hair. Its bony fingers clutched the few strands of its own hair just as convulsively. But-oh heavens!-when I lowered my arm and it lowered its arm, in the fingers was the hair it had pulled. I glanced at the head, the scalp was torn open. Still this thing grinned. Then I screamed, and when I saw it open its mouth I screamed louder, for I felt that if I should hear this dead body scream I should lose my mind entirely. I opened my mouth wider and screamed louder. With my free hand, I held one ear shut and at last when I heard hasty steps come toward the laboratory, I loosed the thing's hand. Dizzily I saw it fall back as I fell front. 32 - HI T NEI? 4.1: -ro 444 wk-V P mvs una: Ismail!! READINGS' REPl?t'.SEN72l77VE6'TORt"' iupnea, PA. 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AUTO SERVICE IF DESIRED 33 For weeks after, I was out of my mind, and when I finally recovered it was but to plunge into books of science again, to find out why the body had imitated me in my actions. All my experiment did, I found, was merely to arouse the heart and set in motion the flow of blood, merely to put life into death, my own. mind, working at high tension, had furnished the in- tellect. Since then books of science have been closed to me forever. A TALE OF LOVE Katharine M. Heinly. iii- No stars shone bright On that dark, dark night, The rain and the hail they fell, sir, He sat on the ground Almost in a swound He awaited his sweetheart well, sir. His sweetheart, she Sang, "Twiddle-de-dee!" Far off in a picture show, sir, His feet were wet, qHis hair was jetj He caught a cold in his head, sir. He caught a cold, Did this love so bold, And he died within the day, sir, They laidhis bier By the river Wier 'T was a piteous sight, I say, sir. Moral Now, boys, take heed By this sorrowful deed- Take heed by this tale so drearg For a sweetheart don't fret, When the night be wet, Or you'll land too soon in your bier. 34 N Compliments of lhe aiional Union 5Bank Of Readlhg, Pa. Advance Folding Box Co. GEO. P. STEWART g. ..i..L u. Washington Street at the Corner of Pear READING, PA. BollPhole2760 REMODELING E. O. D O N N I N I .Eahira Glailnr.. 353 North Fifth Street READING, PA. Will THIS Be YOUR Opportunity P Will you be one of those who buy their favorite magazine at the old rate, OR will you pa the higher price? Magazine prices WILL BE ADVANCED SOON-so NOW is the TIME for your New, Renewal or Gift Subscriptions at rates before their advance. D Ask me TODAY for prices, before it is too late. IHA H. LUTZ, - - - - 734 Thllrn Slreel, Heading, PEI. P OUR STUDENT Y. W. C. A. CLUB If l - 1.1- l "Hello! are you in a hurry? All -,qv R right, l'll walk with you if you don't ,J ' mind. Do you get out at three-ten every day? lsn't it hard! O yes, 1t's all right, QC but on club afternoons it makes you hurry Y. W. C. A. Student Club. Yes, I'm a member, or else I wouldn't be talking to f you like this, I suppose. You see, there is a clause in our purpose that stands for general friendliness in our school. Let's go into Ziegler's for a soda. You are interested, I know, and I shall be able to tell you much more about the club over a soda. Then, you will be pre- pared too, if the affair should prove dry. 'tUm--, I thought I ordered lemon-this is very good, though. lt reminds me of the t'Banana SouffIe" we had for desert at a Club supper. I know you don't know what it is. It's one of our best club jokes. This is how it happened. You know that on the second Wednesday of each month we have a meeting from three-thirty to Hve-thirty in the Young Women's Christian Association, on the fourth Wednesday we meet from tive-thirty to seven-thirty and that evening we take our .supper at the club in the Gym. Well, one supper meeting the girls had planned Jello for desert. The time for desert came, but the Jello hadn't set! What did we do? O, just served Jello in disguise under the assumed name of "SouffIe." No, that isn't the worst-we had guests! The Sinking Spring Student Club. "I know you are wondering what we do at our meetings. We have our time divided. The Hrst Hfteen minutes are devoted to recreation in the gym. The next fifteen minutes we have open Forum. That's the time in which we transact our business and sometimes have a short talk by some prominent person. All the rest of our time we spend in study groups. No, we don't really study, we have a dramatic class, first aid and sewing class. We have competent instructors for these classes. Our dramatic class gives a yearly production open to the public and we make lots of money besides having lots of fun. Our sewing class makes clothes for the children of a poor family we have adopted. Indeed, it's very interesting. "O, we have a Stunt Book, too. Why, that is a book in which we keep a record of all the walks, parties, bouquets and frolics we have. "I'm ready to go if- you are. Dues? yes, I forgot, each member pays one dollar a year, quarterly if she wishes. l 'fTh1s summer in addition to the association conference camp, we a.. going to have a two weeks camp to which all the Student Clubs of Maryland, Delaware and Pennsylvania send delegates. We expect to send three dele- 36 5 dreadfully. Club? 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Your first ntame is Jane, isn't it? I tho't so. May l look for you on Wednesday at the club? That's fine! l'll meet you at Sixth and Washington. Good-by, Jane." -Katharine Palm. O.1i...... - HIS FAREWELL TO VENICE Edna M. Sell. In the gloaming the boy peered thoughtfully, yes, sorrowfully over the railing of the steamship. He knew he was bidding farewell to Venice, and he could see his mother city bathed in the warm afterglow of the setting sun. Along the edge of the water the palaces and buildings rose large and gannt, colored with a pink tint which was gradually fading to white. The dingy spots which marred the beauty of the white buildings in the day were hidden in the shadows, and in the twilight this city on the water,seemed like a beautiful dream. As the shadows deepened, the lump in the boy's throat grew larger. He was leaving Venice, his beautiful Venice. There was no other way. He had nowhere to go. No friends, except his violin. The colors of the painted sails of the Venetian sail-boats, the colors of the wonderful reflections in the water, the reds and whites and blues of the striped mooring posts, the vivid coloring of Venice were all fading from his sight. The wonderful deep blue of the Italian skies was getting deeper. The black gondolas glided past with a soft splash, and the songs of the gondoliers floated back to him over the water. The hum of civilization from the dis- tant city had ceased, and night in all its splendor settled upon the earth. ln the east a mellow glow heralded the approach of the moon. The stars twinkling and glimmering appeared one by one in the sky, and seemed to laugh at their own reflection in the still water. There was a smallness and an insignihcane about one soul beneath the vast spacious heavens. A drowsy dreamy inluence filled the air and to complete the dream the soft strains of music floated over the silent water. At the sound of music ther boy awoke from his sad reverie. He felt as though the music were a farewell to him, and he seemed compelled to answer it. Drawing his violin carefhlly from the case, he put it up to his chin. He forgot his surroundings, his cares, the dark future-he was bidding farewell to Venice. It was not a wonderful piecega it was not the composition of a genius. lt was just a simple melody, a mere synopsis of what could be a great masterpiece. The lad was merely expressing his emotions in the haunting strains which showed so much longing, so much sadness. he stopped and his lips quivered. If he had been less of a man, perhaps he would have cried. A hand was laid on his shoulder. He turned and looked into a won- derful face. lt was a face from which could be read a life of sorrow. But it was full of sympathy and softness. The dark, lustrous eyes were full of an understanding expression. The lad knew he had found a friend. 38 S QI ill gg ALTON E. BOWERS MAKER OF -- u Hhntngrapha . . K I I 'ri 'QQ W QQ Home Portraits fu Commercial, Flashlight, Copying and Enlarging, Panoramic and Circuit Photography. ff? sie N? RUSH oRDERs W 5' 5 5 S T U D I Ol 200 Windsor Street, Reading, Pa. SQ xi BELL PHONE 2572 . - 31 sk- eq' 'fesssfc-eeeseeseeesa. 39 "Lad, -you are sad. Tell me about it," said a soft, Italian voice. A gleam of pride flashed into the boy's eyes, but a second glance into the kind face caused it to vanish. "You are leaving Venice-it is hard to leave? " The boy wondered whether the man knew how hard it was. All his conti- dence awakened and, leaning over the railing beside his stranger friend, he told his story. It was very simple, but very sad. "My mother was well educated and rich before she was married, but she was disinherited. My father became a drunkard. We were hungry. For many years we were unhappy. Three weeks ago my father beat mother- and she died. Some kind friends put my little sister in a home where she is well cared for. But I must leave my beautiful Venice. lf father would see me, he would beat me. The only thing I have is my violin which my mother taught me to play when I was small. But I love to play. It is wonderful that I tell this to you, but"-the lad stopped. Again the lump rose in his throat and choked him. The man again put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Ah, lad! I understand. Long ago I left Venice. I could hardly bear to leave, but I had to. I, too, love my violin. Perhaps if you would go along with me, I could help you." The lad shook his head. He felt that the offer was 'too great to accept. - "1 once had a baby son. My wife and my son both died at the same time-in Venice. Perhaps he would have been big and tall--like you. Play that which you were playing before, if you can remember it." The lad again placed the violin to his chin and again played, as well as he could remember it, the wistful strain. In his mind he had 'decided to go with this wonderfully kind stranger, for perhaps he could help this man. While the boy played, the man gazed over the water to moonlit Venice. He remembered when he had left it as a boy. How he had come back in power and fame and had loved and married! Now again he was leaving the city and the two beings, whom he loved better than his whole life and the whole world, were asleep forever in that city of dreams.. Truly it was "a city of eternal death." The little violinist ceased and taking one long farewell look at Venice they went together to the cabins. Night reigned there supreme. In the morning they were far out at sea. Venice had vanished. The moments the lad spent with the man were wonderful and full of happiness. Each day the man became more like an ideal father to the boy, and each day the Italian youth became more like a son to the man. Each was dis- contented apart from the other. The lad wondered at the respect paid to this man, yet he dared not ask who he was. Again and again-at his friend's request the lad played the tune in which he had expressed his farewell to all that he had ever loved. Soon they reached Paris. Thev had come to Paris with all its gay life and busy throngs. The boy was bewildered. His friend was so popular. Every one knew him. All he knew was that his friend was to do something at a great theatre in Paris and that he could sit at the side of the stage and listen. His friend had said everything was to be a surprise. Who was this man? This question re- peated itself over and over again in the lad's mind. The stranger had gone on the stage. A mighty applause welcomed himg then all became silent. The lad could not see him, but soon he heard the faint notes of a violin. He knew whose name he had seen advertised and whom he had longed to hear and whom we have all longed to hear. The lad lifted a surprised face. Some one was playing his own tune-the tune he had played on the sea at Venice. It was the same melody that he had played that night, but it had the richness and fullness, which his friend had supplemented, and which made it a masterpiece of a genius. '40 r , N What of the Future . Are you living day after day without a definite aim, or are you am- bitious to accomplish something worth while? Ofp07'fZt7'ZZ'l'Z.6S wif! mean 7Z0fhl.7Zg' to you zmless you are ready fo seize Mem. Begin now and deposit some amount regularly in our Savings Depart- ment so that you will be in a position to take advantage of them. v 3 -V 5 e - '-" --..,2 t fo IHS A Bank Book M l i g ainful S ands r Wlth 8 substan' l and Protection W5 !El eeeeeefeeee .e 'ali-.EZ l Ej.QL, it 'we tial balance .Ln 351, in old age : : : 1 ,JZ Melvin. 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Both had found a love which they had lost in Venice. .7735 ,- , 3 Co the Class of I9I7 Here's a toast to you, trusty friends, For the years bright as sunsets of gold Which have linked us together in fnendship's firm band With a heart's love for friends of old. Fair seems the past, but fairer still The joys which the years shall unfold. May we ever go onward and each duty fulnll And be true to the brown and the gold. Here's a clasp of the hand, true friend, As we forge the comrades' chain, Which shall never break till the year shall end And while the name of friendship remain. Let us part, comrades all, with a smile, Let us leave these halls with a song, And, with true heart's greeting from all to all, Be true the whole way along. -Edna M. Sell. 42 THE PHQTOQRAPHS IN THIS YEAR 139014 WERE MADE BY ALTGN E. BGWERSZ MAKER OF 1119242 G R 16.1113 L..-.... ... J JUST A SMILE TINKLES OF THE CLASS-ROOM BELLS AT OUR HALLOVVE'EN PARTY F. Barr--"Vivian, aren't you thru eating? " V. 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Eyes Have a Language All Their Owrr .............. , V o - --. ALL THE SCHOOUS A STAGE Madeline Dickinson. All the school's a stage, And all the maids therein are merely players: They have their exits and their entrancesg One girl in her time plays many parts, Her acts being four long years of servitude. At first the infant in pinafore and pigtail Creeping snail-like into school to be o'erawed By wisdom's guise, and then the sophomore Full of knowledge gleaned by devotion And hours of studygg the third age shifts Into the fox-trotting Juliet with hair a-top And skirts to ankles lowg and so she playsher r ..........- .,,, 4 .......- Elsie Leiby Verna Beddow Laura Hepler Elsie Weyandt ...............Ruth Fry ....Dorothy Gundry .........Esther Miller ............Lucy Reedy .Marcella O'Rourke .........Minnie Guard Elizabeth Getz Bessie Ruth ...Elizabeth Hendel .........Ada Heffner Mary Kissinger .......Mary Allinson part. 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The towns- people are ungrateful and insincere, and they refuse to pay as they had promisedq ln a spirit of revenge, the Piper decides to lure the children out of the town, away from their parents with the witching, irresistible music of his pipe. ' ' C , , In the meantime, Michael-the-Sword-Eater, one of the Strolling Players, sees a pretty girl in the market place where he has been giving an exhibition of his skill, and he at once fallsin love. This girl, Barbara, in turn attracted by him, is the daughter ofthe Burgomeister. But she is a poor child, and is offered by the townspeople as a 'sacrifice for the lost children. -But the Piper- comes to her relief. Veronika, the devoted and fond mother of the little lame boy, Jan, meets the Piper in Devil's Haunt, and there occurs the awakening of the soul of this waif. ln one flood of light, the love and sorrow of the Lonely Man, as the Christ is called, bursts upon him, and, hedecides to give back the'fcP?lldren. ' ' Scenes ACT I-The Market Place in Hamelin. ACT ll-Scene 1-Inside the Hollow Hill fOne week laterj. Scene 2-The Cross-ways fThe same dayj. ACT lll-The Cross-ways fThe same dayj. ACT IV-The Market Place in Hamelin fThe following morningy- Characters STROLLING PLAYERS 2, , ,Q . lhe Piper ... ............................. . Michael-the-Sword-Eater Cheat-the-Devil . .......................................... . MEN AND WOMEN OF HAMELIN: A nselm, the priest ................................... 4... Kurt, the syndic Jacobus ................... Old Claus, a miser Peter, the cobbler ....... Hans, the butcher ...... Axel, the smith .... Martin, the watch ...... Peter, the sacristan 51 ...........Elizabeth Getz Kathryn. Daugherty Eleanor Hoyer Frances Foos Sidney Kutz Frances Barr Elva Dickinson Lucy Reedy Alma Hubler Constance Hillegass Helen Bell Kathryn Heinly 11 Q F? l 1 l 1 E 1 l I . l 5 ,faq E the two Largest Financial lnstitu- l gg'f'Q., fx tions in New England. l 0,1 O ' . l Life Compensation Ypgfw? E 5 Q Accident Automobile l 2 Health Fire l -, l Q ' 539 Court Street l Q. OXQSQ READING. PA. A 3 Good Jewelry Only at WE WH-L BOND YOU I. A. UEISHERS, - 414 PBIIII Sl. THETL iKEM1?ilSi3ElMS5l.1?AL JYRULSWT eQOf?ll?3!35NY OF READING 609 PENN STREET lnterest Paid on Deposits as follows : 2 per cent. per annum on Deposits subject to Check. 3 per cent. on Savings Accounts. OPEN SATURDAY EVENING FROM 7 T0 9 O'CLOCK WERTZ A Francis F. Seidel Wtarehouse Company funeral Director Front and Franklin Sta. and General Storage '5 "' " a ' "' " , 117 North Fifth Street Storing of Household Goode a Specialty Bggh nm... Reading, Pa. 52 Veronika, wife of Kurt .............. ........ - ..--- L Vivian Jenkifl Barbara, daughter of Jacobus ...... ........... D orothy Gundry Old Ursula ............................. . .r.... Dorothy Oberlaender VVife of Hans ,,,,,,, ...... J ...... 18.116116 Strunk Wife of Axel ....... ................... R uth Fry Wife of Martin .............. I ......................................................... Ruth Lenhart BURGHERS: . Mary Friedmann, Mary Andes, Helen Baum, Meta Burbeck, Clara Bellman, Edna Detample, Mary Ermentrout. BURGHERS' WIVES: Louise Davis, Elizabeth Hendel, Mabel Miller, Katharine Palm, Beulah Sausser, Mabel Scott. ' CHILDREN: Jan, the little lame son of Veronika ....... .... Christine Saylor Hansel ................................................ ...... L aura Hepler 'irude ....... ....... W Kathryn' Kensil Rudi ...... ................ E lsie Leiby Ilse ................................................................................. Marcella O'Rourkc Ruth Calvert, Mary Dick, Madeline Dickinson, Mary Kissinger, Clare Regar, Anna Lynch, Ruth Rothermel, Elsie Weyandtw ,. , ..-- r w' in.. I. , r 53 FOR YOUR OWN SATISFACTION TRY US FOR -QQ. Main Oiee and Yard NINTH AND MARION. Brlnch Ollice and Yard NINTH AND LAUREL Try Our Service le Fry lo Please rimrn E. uioonr 3. uno., mc. lGARSON M. HUYETT Eflrriilrlezre et' Eeileiises A N D Dealer in Real Estate li R. F. D. No. 2 READING, PENNSYLVANIA G O TO MAXWELL, Photo 845 Penn Street FOR Ping Pongs, Photo Mirrors, Portrait Post Cards'and Small Photos for Every Purpose. Sittings made Day and Night. Quick Delivery. -f f f X L, ' " fri. jf 1. 255 lg-inf .2 -4 ..'.v! F ,KW "Take Care of Your Eyes." An examination of them will determine if you need glasses. My skill is at your service- Latest in lenses and spectacles. R. K. BOWMAN DR. OF OPTOMETRY 853 PENN STREET, lseeond Floorl HOURSC 8.30 A. M. TO 6 P. M. MDIIDAY, WEDNESDAY AND SATURDAY 7 to 8 l Kline,Eppil1imer gl Co. White Silk, White Washable Chamoisette and White Kid Gloves in All Lengths. Dainty Lace Neckwear. Pretty Hosiery. Gowns for iiraduation:::Coats, Suits and Wraps For A11 Occasions. Shirtwaists and Lingerie Kline, Eppiliimer or Co. S ,.l -54 ,- OUR HALLOWEEN PARTY Helen Bell. il.-1 To celebrate Htly on Hallowe'en, The girls in our school of class '17, In two special cars went out to Mt. Penn, With teachers for chaperons but not any men. We arrived in safety with every one jolly Though a separation occured 'tween the tracks and th Woodvale Inn with its gay decorations rare Was equal to receiving our honored class so fair, e ' trolley Who, in costumes representing all sorts and conditions, Were filled with delight at the sight of musicians, An orchestra fine whose music entrancing At once set us all to delirious dancing. We danced and we danced the whole evening long, With gay intermissions and many a song Rendered by the fair songsters of our class, Who many a grand opera star did surpass. But the treat of the evening was a Hawaiian dance That left every one -,of us in a deep trance, So astonished were we to find that our girls Could compete with the Castles in their giddy whirls. Nijinsky himself, had he been to our party, Would have greeted the dancers with clapping most This dance accompanied the most delicious of eats, Ice cream, pumpkin pie and all kinds of sweetmeats. Both teachers and pupils joined in forftlge fung And 'twas only the clock that made us Hhome-run." 55 hearty. f I Lingerie Braid isrrkioxrord Ties Rick Rack Braid Stickerei Trimming Boot Laces Corset Laces Skirt Braids Elastics AT ALL GOOD DEPARTMENT STORES L r r L 1 - vitro W iv o liifrlki D IN fi, P fx, FOR MEN'S AND YQUNG MENSS Readyftof Wear Glothing -s2sGO TOSfK- SELLERS 6: CO. SIXTH AND PENN STREETS, - SECOND FLOOR Entrance on Sixth Street HARRY F. HECK Bell Phone FERDINAND F. HECK, Jr. H E C K B R O S. , A O Choice Cut Flowers for Weddings, Funerals, Etc. Trees, Shrubberies, Fancy Ever- greens, Etc. Choice Collection of House and Bedding Plants. Roses and Carnations a Specialty. OFFICE ALWAYS OPEN Greenhouses at Wyomissing, Pa. Z6 THURSDAY-FIFTH PERIOD QAs it used to bei The air was clear, the sun shone bright, The world in stillness lay, At peace with men and with itself, On that calm winter day. But suddenly the charm is broken, The air is rent in twain, A distant mumble, faint at first, Now tries, and not in vain, To spread its echoes far and wide, And as it grows apace, From out of that wild symphony, There sounds a doleful bass. Soprano, alto, now we hear- In confused strains, and soon When our ears have grown accustomed, We think we hear a tune. It ceases unexpectedly, For lo! a bell is ringing- And now we realize with a start, 'Twas only "C" class, singing. -From the Year O 11-is snmdks I know a class most fair to see, But where? At Reading High of course 'twould be So there! They always did the novel thing, But why? Because they always sought to be Most spry' At Hallowe'en they did their best, With what? A party, sure, what did you think? Gay lot! At Christmas time they excelled all, Now, who? Why-all the best upon the stage, As, Drew! The play they gave was simply hne, Why So? Because it was a senior cast, You know! 57 Book of 1915 Katharine Palm HORACE FEHR JAS. 0'ROURKE EDW C NOLAN, PIIS, CNRS. T. DELLINGER S FEHR ae O'ROURKE NOLAN eo A L RealEstate and Insurance AGENCY General Hauling 24 NORTH FIFTH sr. Nieells and Spring Streets, Reading, Pa. ..,'.'f.1L."i':iZ.,'Li.t:'3f" 'nc' "W" in '-t"""' We use plenty of Soap to make Sucls, and therefore you will find your Laundry always clean ancl white. We mal-re a specialty of Waists, Dresses and Skirts. SNOW FLAKE LAUNDRY 308 NORTH NINTH STREET PHONE e e t CIRINPS PHOTO SHOP Corner of Windsor and Weiser Streets, Reading, Pa., For QUALITY in Developing : Enlarging : Printing : Gopying. CAMERA SUPPLIES. PICTURE FRAMING. Remember-We do nothing but FINISHING for the Amateur Photographer-BUT -WE D0 THAT RIGHT. A MAY WE SERVE YOU? gliotel Penni- At Penn and Sixth Streets - READING, PA. The Wholesome, Homelilre Hotel. JOSEPII D, Cf UMBLE .P7'0f7Z.Cf07' 58 , , Ze 7W9Q'77Z 52 North Fifth St. 347 Penn St. STYLE. PRICE. SERVICE VOLK'S U P-TO-DATE SHOP 652 PENN STREET "BUSINESS IS GOOD WITH US" Authentic Styles in Women's and Misses' Dresses, Suits, Coats, Blouses, Skirts, Sweaters, Etc. POPULAR PRICES PREYAIL 'T' V0LK'S, 652 PENN STREET"'---5: GE . . 12, Lff,iifjf',,,f2,,f0N r Centre Avenue Greenhouses ' l B. are L. STECKLER Portage Tires I .AND TUBES ' X 1018 Centre Avenue A"e"...?rz.'::':5:g.r.,S.'3"e:::.:'i::L..,?::':':ie' i "5FlH11IP1'H" r +0-ff 2 N. W. Cerner Third and Spruce Streets BOTH PHONES E Farr's Hardy Plant Specialties FOR THE HARDY GARDEN Have helped to make Wyomissing famous for its beauty. The hardy plants, shrubs and trees from Wyomissing have gone out to thousands of hardy gardens in every state. and many lands across the sea. Are you planting Wyomissing grown plants in your garden right here at home. or are you sending away and taking chancgs of losses in transit, that might he avoided hy planting home r I t t w L cl ? g own p an s sure o gro an oom Our catalog is considered one of the finest ever published, and it's free on application from those who have a hardy garden. BERTRAN D H. FAR R, Wyomisslng Nurseries Go., Wyomissi ng, Pa. P. S.-The Girls' High School will appreciate it if you mention the Year Book when you write. 59 .fm 111530 4.11100 mg rl- Mr' .,:Z 3 '11 PM 4- ' Sig ua f'1'lT1 -l 'So :TPI S i,-,S 3 zzv-v-E13 B 5.55. wglml, "' ec7ou 54' 92:1 Egan? ew 5 QQQ.. sg. 99 aMadeira's lngmwing Nail Cure ROASTS ' : ffl ff Z :fr O 131 4 :fr 5 in 5 2 E 2 3 3 VII COME OUT OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, GIRLS QWith apologies to Tennysonj Julia N. Shanaman. Come out of the High School, girls, For the four fleet years have flown. Come out of the High School, girls, We are free o'er the world to roam, Life's ocean's ahead with its billowy whirlsg Come bathe in its dash and its foam. We've struggled with x's and y's, The angle, the circle, the line, 'Translated our "Caesar" with looks so wise And cooked and sewed so Hneg t Hip, hip, hooray! We've won our prize, And each shouts, "The world is mine." We are going! We'll never forget, Should a century go by, O! These four quick years with their joy and fret. With our glee we'll mingle a sigh. Au revoir! Aufwiedersehn! Dear Alma Mater, good-bye. We know we can't pay you the lifelong debt That we owe you, so we'll not try. W Z I X NNt..,KV 9-TT.L.l-M N . l , P1611 j s..? I .- I4 5 ,GA ix- 1 lax? i 'xii '. 1 wa J. if ii l if l W fl' . rx - , . Ax! ,-. ks ji X .Ji Nfl xi 'TS-T1 f X QNX 'lj .4 - - ' ,. 1 ' X mi, . r W W' - ' n f 1 ' - E L T s' Tj 104 91 ' , , ' .' 491 . ll. Q X I 1 ' 1' jf if l 'H-A ff f T ' Class Day Program. . ,. . . " Christinas Play ,.... " Officers ....... .. " Pictures ......... ... " President's Address.. .. " Song ...................... . " V.-Presidfenfs Retrospect... " Year Book Comn1ittee...... Essays: Alumni Prize-Elizabeth Getz Class-Vivian E. jenkin. . . . D. A. R. Prize-Vivian E. Jenkiu .... ....... . ......... . Eugene Field, the Beloved- Frances A. Foos ............ Faculty-Edna M. Sell ........ Salutatory-Katharine M. Heinly .................,. . . Valedictory-Christine R. Say- lor ........ ..... ............ Page ' S2 30,32 38 39-70 75 75-77 78-79 3 I 1 13-17 91-92 71-74 9-12 93-96 83-86 I 88-90 l 61 cu. Page Faculty Pictures .................. 4-8 Faculty Pictures in Childhood .... I8-19 Half-tone Illustrations: Christmas Play ......,. ...24. 29, 31 Class Day Operetta .......... 81 Eugene Field ...,... . .......... II,I2 Exterior, High School for Girls ......,...... . ....... 37 Patriotic Parade .... 87 Humorous Pages .... 25-28 Portrait of Mr. Foos .............. 2 Solitude,a Poem-Vivian E. Ienkin 36 The Sorrowful Cupid, a Tale- Kathryn Daugherty ............. 20-23 'Twas Ever Thus, a Tale-Francis A. Foos ........ ..... ....... 3 3 -36 --L ' 5 ing A.. S.- 'T .As ,.,...- 3 .4 . -4 Ig rg if-are Aove:F4T1SE1NTHE. "ff" Y 4 X I I , -11311 F7 fl l Z4 W. f"V" f ' ,- , 5? K . ni. Milf ,L If ii fl-:, '.:- -5- --fl. .3lgp..:t- f- FT:-. - M LFNCFLT' Q' 1 'ATM 'N , ,, lf'f"", x.x'v,f1i 1 INN., B 1 vlfy Nfl!! tqlfyilf .li is lf "ld, ' . ,VW l. 4 . lg I xl l"l ,L ,Kill VV bm I: xy, xii, 7' .1 U ilk" A M I 5' X1 Nl Swell QYIQ Fl! ,- 1,5 .' 1 ni 1f.l,fl. vfl-f I 1 fr K Mxy4,,wltlVl,1! if In V, I ti , V, W M X X Q4 lx 5 fl ml! X! xy. I pl xi J It I 4. X ' ,, X' kts! ,i1,iif. A H. 'V -.i,r,:V 5 . 'l'- 'r Vx- I A! A B ' N 5 ,i .H 5 lfL 1. uv, I Advance. Folding Box Co.. American, The .......... ,. .. American Medicine Co .... Auditoriuni, The ..... Auman, T. C. .... . Baniford Sz Kemp ........ "Bee Hive" .............. . Berks County Trust Co.... Berks Supply Co. ....... .. Bion Ton ........ Bowers, Alton Bowman, R. Carr Sz Schad .... Cloos Sz Co. ..... L. . .. Cohen Bros. .......... . Commercial Trust Co.... Consumers Gas Co.. ... Crawford Co. ......... . Croll Sz Keck. ..... , Crystal Restaurant .... D-eHart, H. S. ............ . DC1SllCl', l. A. ............. . Dives, Pomeroy Sz Stewart Donnini, E. C .............. Eagle Book Store ......... Eisenbrown Sons, P. F .... Essick Sz Barr ............. Farmers National Bank... Farr, H. B .................. Felir Sz O'Rourke ..... Flatt Sz Co., Jos. O.... Fries, I. H. ........... . Page Page 35 Gates Candy Store.... 5 H 22 Glase, J. O. ......... . .. 45 5 Gougler Sz Luft ....... . 3 Goodrich Sz K-eefer. .. ... 50 " 14 Glen Gable Farms ...... ... 45 H 33 Grand Union Tea Co ..... . . . I3 Grim's Photo Shop ...... .. . 58 t . I3 Gundry, G. Harel ..... . .. 27 .. 22 .. .. 41 Hangen, H. W. ........... . .. I4 H 6 Heck Bros. ................ ... 56 24 rlendel Sz Co., Charles W.. .. 45 Heroy 60 "-'39'43 Hotel Penn 58 54 Huye-tt, Garson M... .. 54 47 Kase Sz Co., J. M....... . 6 . . . .6, 22 Kaufman, Stanley R... .. . . . IQ . . I9 Kirlin, C. E. .............. .. . IQ .. 52 Kline, Eppihimer Sz Co .... . . . 54 . . 27 Knoll Mfg. Co. .........., ... 6 .. 9 Kraemer, E. H. ........ ... I4 .. I7 " I7 Leinbach Sz Bros. ...... ... 9 Leininger, Geo. P. .,...... ... I3 U I9 Lessig Sz Son, Geo. D. .... ... 59 H 52 Long, Aug. . 59 H H Lord Sz Gage .......... 29 .. .. 35 .. .. IQ ., .. I7 .. 52 .. .. 47 .. 59 .. 58 .. 5 .. 5 Lord, Luther W.. .. Lude-11, Wm. H.. .. Lutz, Ira R. .... . McCann School .... Madeira, Robert ..... Maxwell, Photo .. Merchants Hotel .... Mertz, A. F. ......... . Nlohler Drug Store ..,.,. Moore Sz Bro., E, E .... . Moore, Tom ......... I3 ....45,5o 35 24 60 54 6 5 IQ 54 22 ' -, Page Page Narrow Fabric Co. ..... 56 Tyack Jewelry Store .... . .. I3 National Union Bank ..... . . . 35 . U Nolan Agency .......... 58 Vlildl, LOUIS .--.----.--- ---- - - 5 Nuebling, John G. .... 22 Volk's Up-to-Date Stflfe ---- -- S9 Weriier, Charles ........... .. 27 Obold Hardware Co. ...... ..1.,.n,.14,- 1 Vvertz Warehollse CO.. ' . 0 . A 52 NVhitner Sz Co., C. K. .... 33 Paul, Charles F. ..... 29 Penna. Trust CO. ..... . . . 37 Ziegler, P. M. ......... .. .. . . . . . .. 9 Raser, William ......... 27 Humorous Pages .-.- 55. 57, 60, 44' 46, 48 Reading Eagle, The ".'....... 3I Road Club 111 1915 ................... .21 Reading Engraving Oo. ..... , ...... I7 . . Stories: 155333135 liiilii E13.flf1?'??..9?.'331i1: Q3 Class Rambles in fha Realms Red Star Automobile Service. ..... 6 Of FHHCB' ---- 23, 25- 26, 28, 30, 32- 34 Richards 8: Sons, Milton ....... 29 He C0l1ldl1,T Beat the MHyl0I'- Rigger, Reinhard H ,,,,,, I4 -Constance M. Hillcgass ...... ..2,4 Rolland, Charles F. ...... 47 His Farewell to Venice-Edna ' M. Sell ...................... 37,40 O11r Student Club-Katherine Savacool Millinery Shop .... 22 Palm .......................... .36 Saylor Camera Shop ...... . 3 The Faith of a Freshman-Kath- Schofer-S. 5th Street .... . 3 ryn Daugherty ....... 15, 16, 18, 20 Scull 81 Co., Edward .... . 3 The XVaitress of the Cap and Schweriner, Sig. S.... 50 Gown-Katharine M. Heinly Seidel, Francis F ..... 52 ........ ................ 7 , 8, 10, I2 Sellers 81 Co. ......... 56 "The Piper"-a Play .... ..... 4 9, 51, 53 Snowflake Laundry 58 Snyder's Ice Cream .... 6 Verse: Steckler, B. 81 L. ..... SQ To the Class of 1917 .... .....42 Ver., 1 ,fl rx, , rx ,, -B. 7, "7 1-l l ,ffl 1 -if .. 2' lr ' . 4 .545 75? .5711 Telegram Printing Co. -1 -2 Sixth and Walnut Sta. 63


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