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Year Book Committees
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Sidney Mcllvain Kutz, Chairman
Christine Rickert Saylor
Kathryn M. Kensil
Esther I. Lessig
Emily A, Reider
Katharine M. Heinly, Chairman
Lois Dorothy Gundry
Elsie M. Leiby .
Lorraine M. Phillips
Helen H. Umbenhauer
Julia N. Shanaman
Elizabeth D. Heinly
Catharine S. Ruth
Ada D. Heffner
Dorothy A. Luppold
Elizabeth S. Hendel, Chairman
Emily S. Paul
Hannah K. Potts
Kathryn R. Savage
Florence L. Lewis
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julia Marcella O'Rourke
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Minta I-ulton ................... Latin
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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'
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:
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.
"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
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,
An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are
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
An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things t
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,
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,
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
Eugene Field and His Dolls
From the EUGENE FIELD BOOK . Byypermission of Charles Scribner's Sons.
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
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
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 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
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-
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-
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.
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
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-
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
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
Followed fast and followed faster till his
songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy
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.
-Edna N Sell
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Miss Rhoads Miss Shearer
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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
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."
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
"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
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.
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
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
' 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
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
"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.
His voice was cold and formal, but Miss Milbourne had made up her
"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."
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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
"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-
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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-
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
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."
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.
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.
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!
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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.
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.
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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.
as Play "Dolliel' Follies"
Cast of the C
CLASS OF 1917
THE CHRISTMAS PLAY
The- Seniors gave a Christmas play,
The best one that ever was seeng
And all the people that saw it say
"About that class there is nothing green."
Charlie Chaplin with his big feet
Our Frances did portray,
The audience was certainly given a 'treat
When they saw her in full array. '
Blanche as a dear Dutch girl was th-ere,
A better one there never was,
With her wooden shoes'and yellow hair
She ac-ted as a Dutch girl does.
And there was Hortense, the soubrette, from France,
Who was so ve-ry, very small-l,
And with her naughty little glance
She flirted with those soldiers tall.
And from Germany there came
A yellow-haired boy and girl,
Who for themselves made quite a name
When they showed us how th-e Germans whirl.
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.
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,
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that we had a name for the play,
Which I'll tell you was, "Dollies Folliesf' -Christine Saylor.
HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS DECEMBER 22, 1916
AT 1.30 P.M.
Processional-"Stille Nacht" ............................ . ........ German Folk-Song
Accompanist-Carrie Bright, Class '18
-"A Spring Morning" ............................. . . . .Carey
Mildred E. Eisenbrown
Accompanist-Mrs. Miriam Baker Hompe
Piano Solo-"Pas Des Monde-s" ................................. .... C haminad-e
Vocal Solo-"The Chimes" ......................... .... W orrell
4 Accompanis-t-Ella Baer
Old French Carol ..,. ............................... T he Angel and the Shepherd
Class IQI7 and 1918
L A MUSICAL COMEDY
Written by Christine Saylor, Class 1917
Given under the personal direction of Elizabeth Getz and Vivian Jenkin
Santa Claus ..
Captain Fritz ....
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jack-in-the-Box .... . .
Charlie Chaplin .......
The Patch-Work Girl
Gretel . . .
Evergreen .... ................................................ . .
. .. .Katharine Heinly
. . Elizabeth Getz
. Vivian Jenkin
.. Anna Lynch
Tin Soldiers-Mabel Miller, Julia Shanarnan, Mary Friedman, Katherine Savage,
Elizabeth Hendel, Elva Dickinson, Sidney Kutz, Clara Be-llman, Mary Andes, Agnes
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
urke, Verna Beddow.
Processional-"O, Come All Ye, Faithful" .......... J. Reading
K Class 1917
'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-
"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
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-
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
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
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 .
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.
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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
"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
- 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.
"l'm dreadfully homesick."
"So am I, Patsy. America for us tomorrow. The Globe sent for me
today.-lPatsy, do you really mean it?"
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.
HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
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"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.
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CLASS OFFICERS :
ELIZABETH CJETZ ...................... ..,
BESSIE B. RUTH .......
FRANCES W. BARR ,....
ELLA N. BAER ......
CLASS ESSAYIST ....
. . . . .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
DOROTHY G. ALTHOUSE
Enthralling, melodious, entrancing, exquisite, are
the musical strains created by this very Hhaesthe-
tical" young lady. Orpheus himself could do no
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
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.
. ,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
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
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.
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
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"?
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-
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.
Behold, reader, in this petite, most unassuming
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.
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.
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
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 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.
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.
Anna Dorothea with her rosy complexion and cheru-
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
ANNA DOROTI-IEA EIDAM
Look what's here! Our beloved little
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
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!
SARA RUTH FISHER i i i
Sara is like a cricket, light and active. She can
study, too, when she makes up her mind.
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.
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
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 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.
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
. 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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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. '
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.
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
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
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
looks a little like Marguerite Clark-and is an in-
curable "movie fan."
Here is that plump, pretty child with those aunt-
ing dimples. How she does manage to captivate
ine good-will of every one!
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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-
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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
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
RUTH ESTHER PECK
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ESTHER PF LUM
Esther-jolly, alert Esther-is another charter
member of the Perpetual Motion Machine Corpora-
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-
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
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.
"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 ' '
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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
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will make things hum at Kutztown next year
try, and patience. As a student, she shines. As a
loyal class-member, she beams. What more can
her cat? Quite strange indeed to 'see charming,
black-eyed Kitty without her charminfl ,frreen-eyed
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
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
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
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
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
are not cannibal dialect to Ethel. She understands
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
RUTH M. WICKLEIN
Ladies and gentlemen! This specimen of hu-
manity is equally interested in athletics and woman
suifra 'e. ln the latter
short of the presidency.
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
she will aspire to nothing
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
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-
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-
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.
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
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
! - 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-
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
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 .
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
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
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."
Class Presidenlfs Address
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!
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.
by Katharine M. H
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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
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
for that extra half hour of morning sleep, sacrificed on the altar of Fresh-
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
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
First Floor Hall, High School for Girl:
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.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your shorthand go?
With quips and quirls
And little swirls,
And queer characters in a row.
A little bird sat on a fence,
If he had not sat on the fence,
He might have sat on a tree!
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
Frances A. Foos
Lois Dorothy Gundry
Elizabeth S. Hendel
Florence L. Lewis
Elva V. Dickinson
Beulah M. Greth
E. Minnie Guard
Anna M. Kinch
Rhea M. Helder
Elsie M. LeVan
Mabel R. steward
Emily S. Paul
Kathryn E. Madison
R. Miriam Leinbach
Helen S. Brintzenhoff
A. Eleanor Hoyer
Lucy M. R-eedy
julia Marcella O'Rourke
Christine R. Saylor
Verna E. Beddow
Laura R. Hepler
Madeline G. Dickinson
Elsie' M. Leiby
Kathryn M. Kensil
Mary A. Dick
Recitations 'from "Hiawatha" by
Mary E. Andes
Frances W. Barr
Constance M. Hillegass
Elsie A. Webber
Sidney MCI. Kutz
Catherine S. Ruth
Alma E. Hubler
Indian Squaws and Maidens
Marguerite R. Baumener Clara M. Bellman
Hannah K. Potts Lottie L. Kalbach
Emily A. Reider
' 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
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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.
High School Girls in Patriotic Parade, April L4, 1917,
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-
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
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?
"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
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
' 'The Love of the Out-of -Doors in
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
"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."
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
"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."
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."
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."
He Couldn't Beat the Mayor
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-
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
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
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lt was not the amount, but the
thought that Nooley had gotten the
best of him, which enraged the
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chauffeur, but not before, deep
down in his heart, he had planned
revenge to get square with "that
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-
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was not one of the gentlemen con-
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Therefore when the large brown car
appeared,,although it was not ac-
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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!"
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These are a few of the letters
written by a college girl when she
served as a waitress at Tip-top
Hotel. I will not vouch for their
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
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
"Who's going to scrub the stairs
"I'm not, I did it last week."
"Well, then, you do it, Teresa"-
"I won't. It's my turn next week
and I won't do it twice in succes-
"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
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-
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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
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"Naw," growls sweet little Ed-
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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
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
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I have had an accident. There!
-I can hear you all say, "Well, if
that isn't like Tessy-always having
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
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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-
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-
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! I do
not know how but I shall ever ex-
tricate my clothes from the closet-
but I shall arrive home anyway-at
least I hope so.
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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
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a saucy little tilt, was set above two
lips of richest crimson.
"Have you written your essay,
Nadine?" asked an inquisitive
"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
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
"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? "
because you're the prettiest girl in
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
"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-
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
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
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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
"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
"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
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
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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
'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
"You mean you sent that essay
to the magazine? " he exclaimed.
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
"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
f'You wouldn't have been ex-
UWhy! Why because-because.
Why because you're the prettiest
girl in the school!"
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MY ADVENTURES IN ST ORY-BOOK LAND
I S. Kathryn Daugherty.
Near the edge of my father's estate in Kentucky, stands a great oak
tree. It is the largest, I think, I have ever seen, towering away up toward
the heavens. 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
"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,
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"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
"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."
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. But, there sounded a
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shattering it into hundreds of atoms. Where was my Z-ray? It was a dream
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THE PALACE OF ELYSIA
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,
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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
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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-
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after the night before, with which I thought he was intimately acquarntied,
when I saw his wry face and woe-begone expression.
Over in an obscure corner far from the maddening crowd, Priam and
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of Pvramus and Thisbe, whose engagement had just been announced. After
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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.
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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
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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
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.
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For weeks after, I was out of my mind, and when I finally recovered
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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.
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
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.
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"Hello! are you in a hurry? All
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,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-
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gats this season. It's a wonderful place away up in th mountains above
"We have yearly elections. We are two years old now and both of
our presidents came from the class of '17, O, we'll lose a lot of members
when our 1917 girls graduate, but we are forming an alumnae club, and to
girls going to college we give certificates to show they belonged to a Y. W.
C. A. club while in High School.
"l'm sorry l'll have to leave you here. 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."
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.
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"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.
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Oh, readers, you and I hold our breath when we listen to that beau-
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The violinist ceased. The lad felt the great silence of an awed and
wondering crowd. Dimly he heard the thundering applauses and shouts, for
he had clasped his friend's hand and murmured his name. Both had found
a love which they had lost in Venice.
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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.
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TINKLES OF THE CLASS-ROOM BELLS
AT OUR HALLOVVE'EN PARTY
F. Barr--"Vivian, aren't you thru eating? "
V. Jenkin--"No, I'm not ready to go home!"
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IN CHAUCER CLASS
Teacher-"Miss Smith, where is Jerusalem? "
Miss Smith-'tln line 495." -
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Two Freshies were examining the picture of Atlanta's Race, in the first
Hoor hall. One of them said in an awed stage-whisper, "Look, Minnie, they
even had potato-races in Greece."
IN THE MAIN ROOM
B. Ruth Qbehind her bookj-"Is she looking at me?"
B. Strunk--"How can she see you when I'm here? "
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"Give me your fountain pen, mine's gone dry."
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D. Gundry-Sidney, what's the definition for "elsewhere?"i
S. Kutz-Elsewhere is where you're not.
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Two days after Admiral Dewey was buried, Mamie Wicklein was look-
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In Lit.' class, Anna Lynch submitted the following gem, written in
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My city and my state.
I want to fight
With all my might
To make my country great.
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An extract from a letter written by Mary Andes:
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ALL THE SCHOOUS A STAGE
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.
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Creeping snail-like into school to be o'erawed
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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
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Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history,
The Senior, flouting wisdom's ways upon the cl
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She guides the way to fame adowln the river of
Marking the end of this incarceration,
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5 f THE PIPER
By Josephine Preston Peabody.
Synopsis , r
The play opens with a scene in the market place of Hamelin. The
town has iust been rid of a pestilence of rats by The Piper, who had agreed
to pipe away the rats for a consideration of a .thousand guilders. 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. ' '
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-
STROLLING PLAYERS 2, ,
lhe Piper ... ............................. .
Cheat-the-Devil . .......................................... .
MEN AND WOMEN OF HAMELIN:
A nselm, the priest ................................... 4...
Kurt, the syndic
Old Claus, a miser
Peter, the cobbler .......
Hans, the butcher ......
Axel, the smith ....
Martin, the watch ......
Peter, the sacristan
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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
Mary Friedmann, Mary Andes, Helen Baum, Meta Burbeck, Clara Bellman,
Edna Detample, Mary Ermentrout.
Louise Davis, Elizabeth Hendel, Mabel Miller, Katharine Palm, Beulah
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Jan, the little lame son of Veronika ....... .... Christine Saylor
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OUR HALLOWEEN PARTY
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,
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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."
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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
I know a class most fair to see,
At Reading High of course 'twould be
They always did the novel thing,
Because they always sought to be
At Hallowe'en they did their best,
A party, sure, what did you think?
At Christmas time they excelled all,
Why-all the best upon the stage,
The play they gave was simply hne,
Because it was a senior cast,
Book of 1915
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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.
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" Officers ....... ..
" Pictures ......... ...
" President's Address.. ..
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" V.-Presidfenfs Retrospect...
" Year Book Comn1ittee......
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 ........
Heinly .................,. . .
Valedictory-Christine R. Say-
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Faculty Pictures .................. 4-8
Faculty Pictures in Childhood .... I8-19
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
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Commercial Trust Co....
Consumers Gas Co.. ...
Crawford Co. ......... .
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Crystal Restaurant ....
D-eHart, H. S. ............ .
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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. ........... .
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
.. .. 41 Hangen, H. W. ........... . .. I4
H 6 Heck Bros. ................ ... 56
24 rlendel Sz Co., Charles W.. .. 45
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54 Huye-tt, Garson M... .. 54
47 Kase Sz Co., J. M....... . 6
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. . 27 Knoll Mfg. Co. .........., ... 6
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Leininger, Geo. P. .,...... ... I3
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Lutz, Ira R. .... .
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Madeira, Robert .....
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Merchants Hotel ....
Mertz, A. F. ......... .
Nlohler Drug Store ..,.,.
Moore Sz Bro., E, E .... .
Moore, Tom .........
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
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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
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