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IYear BooK Committees
CLASS OF 1922
"Co. link book. nd wish to 11 Flowm in the garden, meat in the hall A fund of health, a spice of wit,
A heart, alive, enjoying it.
CLASS 1922 FEBRUARY
Mildred A. Ehrlich, Chairman; Helen M Baisch, M. Viola Fries, Katharine V. Hook. Mary Lanshe, Verna M. Lutz, Anna M. Meals, Johanna II. F. Mertz, Martha Silverman, M. Elizabeth Snyder, Ruth S. Throm, Katherine A. Wetherhold, Irene Zwoyer.
COVER AND ILLUSTRATIONS—
Margaret C. Werner, Chairman; Elsie Bucher, Lena E. Gracfif. Carmen Phillips, S. Frances RJioda, Hazel Scheifele, Marian A. Shultz, Helen S. Terry, Kathryn L. Weaver.
Dorothy GraelT, Chairman; Ruth N. Bach, Adelaide R. Bates, Virginia G. Kncrr, Ella II. Matheson.
Ruth Jones, Chairman; Annette B. Auman, Dorothy A. Bechtel. Irene Curley, Helen Doty, Adele Hottenstein, Virginia I). Miller, Miriam B. Moyer, Kathryn I. Niedhauk, Edythe M. Rufc, Helen I. Witmoyer.
Kathryn C. Keppclman, Chairman; Mac Bard, Lillian Goldsmith, Emma A. Heckman. Esther R. Kleinspehn, Ruth E. Milmore, Cornelia M. Montz, Helen Nicholson, Miriam L. Posey, Florence E. Staab, Edwina J Stott. Rose Waetzman.
Beatrice Raudibaugh, Chairman; Clemina Bricker, Carolyn A. Fox, Mae I. Gehret, Sara M. Herbein, Dorothy Levan, Marian K. Nagle, Marian J. O’Regan. Gertrude B. Reeser, Harriet F. Souders, Grace J. Wcntzcl.
Lydia Roland, Chairman; Mary L. Byrne, Edith K. Coleman, Esther W. Doremus, Margaret F. Fritch, Emily E. Kirschmann, Viola D. Lambert, Bessie M. Sclig. Ruth E. Stott, Leah C. Wanamaker, Vera Zchner.
CLASS 1922 JUNE
Ethel Thalmcr, Chairman; Mary Ahrens, Mary Boone, Betty B. Britton, Anna Laufersweilcr, Mae Maurer. Ruth A. Miller, Dorothy H. Smith, Rosie Weyman, Rose Yaffe.
Jeanette Hunter, Chairman; Grace Bushong, Mary Clouse, Cora Eyrich, Sara E. Fah renbach.
Margaret Kelly, Chairman; Katharine Althouse, Madeline L. Gehris, Dorothy Lessly. Naomi Oppenheimer. Helen Rentschler, Margaret Slater, Elizabeth Sou-der, Dorothy Specht, Dorothy Zillhart, Ethel Zimmerman.
Marian Corle, Chairman; Marie Booth, Margaret Botzum, Mary E. Boynton, Kathleen Heisler, Marion A. Kerst, Magdalene Leinbach, Adelaide Romig, Dorothy Scholl, Margaret Wem.
COVER AND ILLUSTRATIONS—
Mildred B. Kring, Chairman; Mary E. Cottcrell, Edna Gill, Catherine Hamel, Margaret Kerr. Miriam N. Kline, Frances Miller, Edna M. Peiffer, Marion Reider. Kathryn S. Rothenlwrger, Margaret E. White.
Katharine N. Hartman, Chairman; Mary Adam, Ruth Bibbus, Ethel Dondore, Ruth M. Fox, Dorothy Gerhard. Grace Hollenbach, Ruth Huey, Katharine Robinson. Mary E. Snyder, Marie St. Clair, Jeanette Stern, Catherine J Vath, Catherine Wolff. Lucille Zwally
Dear friends who on these pages look,
We wish to introduce to you Those who’ve steered and guided us;
Please meet the Faculty of ’22.
First, there’s our principal, Miss Mayer,
Who knows just what to do,
Then her first assistant, Miss Beitenman,
A good vice-principal, too.
For those who artists aspire to be,
The teachers we have are fine;
Misses Barr, Boyer, Seidle, Rhoads are there. With Miss Shearer in the musical line.
There are some who strive to teach us The why and what of folks;
In Science, Miss Smith, Miss Gocher,
Misses Eldridge, Sofieiss and Oakes-
Miss Hergesheimer and Miss Clark bring to light, The bones of dead Caesar for you.
While Misses Learned, Houseman and Spotts, Teach us Spanish and the parlez-vous.
3We’ve dug up old countries and bones of great men, With Miss Deck and Miss Kalbach as guides,
And those history dates we have tried to learn,
With Miss Kutz and Miss Kurtz at our side!
Miss Johnston and Miss DeLong teach us,
Just how and what to speak;
And with Misses Graffin, Starner and Jones Better English we try to seek.
Angles and circles are put in our heads By Miss Eidam and Miss McLaughlin,
While the x's and y’s and the z’s
Are taught by Miss Swartz and Lawson.
In typing and shorthand, the two Miss Walts Ne’er let our fingers go slow,
And witli Misses Frick, Hitler and Haller We're quite efficient, you know.
For girls who are fond of cookery,
And nurses aspire to be,
Miss M. Smith, Miss Seiple and Miss Moyer,
Will teach you good housewifery.
And now, dear friends, our teachers all We’ve introduced to you;
Those who’ve taught us everything,
The Faculty of '22.
Miss Mary H. Mayer
MISS MARJORIE SMITH
MISS SOELEISSMISS CLDRIOGC
MISS OLA WALT
M SS BOYER
MISS SEIPLEMISS HERGESHEIMER
10MISS KATHARINE L. MOYER R. N.
TCACHCR OF HOME NURSING AND CARE Of INrANTS
IIClass of 1922—February
Virginia D. Miller Katharine A. Wetherhold Kathryn C. Keppelman Helen Doly
Class Colors—Coral, pink and Silver
“At the close of life the question is not, how much have you got, but how much have you given; not how much have you won, but how much have you done; not how much have you saved, but how much have you sacrificed; how much have you loved and served, not how much were you honored.”
NATHAN C. SCHAEFFER.
I 2The Purple Flower
A very long time ago, in fact so long ago that you can’t begin to remember, there was a most beautiful sea. Now this sea wasn’t like other seas at all, in fact, it was the most beautiful spot in the world. How this became so very beautiful to look on is a very, very long story and I shan’t begin to tell it, but I shall tell you the name of it—the Coral Sea!
If you had looked into the depths of its crystal waters, you would have seen beyond the shadows of huge, towering trees and swaying reeds and rushes; down, down to the very bottom of this wonderful sea you could have gazed.
A palace of silver was built there, the very loveliest palace that ever was seen. It was built there by hundreds of fairies and sprites who toiled tirelessly from morn till night for their beautiful princess, the princess Silver-Bell.
Silver-Bell was the fairest princess that has every dwelt in a deep sea palace. Her hair, the color of pure copper, fell from her perfectly molded forehead in masses to the heels of her tiny coral slippers. Her eyes were the color of the waters of her sea reflecting only shadows of her thoughts as the waters reflected the flowers on their banks.
On her throne of silver threads and seaweed. Princess Silver-Bell reigned wisely and graciously for several years. One day her faithful attendant, Golden-Beam, came slowly and sadly before the throne of the princess.
“My dear Golden-Beam, has any harm befallen our people?” asked Silver-Bell anxiously.
“Alas, gracious princess, I have sad news today. A most beautiful white water lily has been picked and no one has seen it disappear.”
“That indeed is very unfortunate,” murmured Silver-Bell. “Tell Orange-Glow to take her band of glow sprites and carefully guard the lilies’ home.”
“1 shall tell her at once, beautiful princess,” said Golden-Beam.
As the form of the faithful fairy faded from sight, the fair brow of the beautiful princess became clouded and her clear blue eyes filled with tears.
“This is the third time my beautiful lilies have been picked, and 1 am powerless to find the person who has done it.”
Now Princess Silver-Bell was not angry, but her father, the deep sea king had given her the Coral Sea to keep the most bautiful sea in the world and she wanted to obey her father. So gathering a band of attendants about her, she made everything ready to search for this intruder. Wrapping her silver laces about her, she floated gracefully to the top of the water in her fern leaf chariot. She had heard that her lilies were picked at sunrise, so she determined to hide and discover how they disappeared. Dismissing Orange-Glow and Golden-Beam, she slipped behind a huge reed and watched the first rays of the sun rise over the horizon.
As the very first red ray appeared on the Sea, there was a noise in the forest on the other side of the sea. A carriage, drawn by four white
«war horses, came crashing through the brush, standing still a few feel from the sea. Two liveried footmen alighted, bowed to the prince in the carriage, and walked to the edge of the sea. Uncovering a small boat which had been hidden in the rushes, they stepped into it and paddled towards the most beautiful lily in the sea.
Princess Silver-Hell was powerless to stop them, so she blew her ti 113' magic coral whistle and a band of nymphs bore the lily down through the water, beyond the reach of the men, to the very bottom of the sea.
The footmen returned to their lord and reported the lily’s mysterious disappearance and he, filled with wrath at their failure and his desire to possess the pure white flower, plunged into th sea. Waiting in vain for hours, the two men returned home thinking the prince to be drowned.
Now Princess Silver-Hell did not want the prince to die, but she wanted him punished. She also knew that no one but deep sea folk could live in her sea. So quickly drifting to the bottom, she placed her coral necklace on the neck of the prince, who immediately became a huge purple flower. Swiftly bearing it to her palace, she planted it beside her throne.
For a long time the purple flower was allowed to grow among all the sea flowers, but never could it see a lily. Every morning at sunrise huge pearly tears rolled down the velvet petals of the flower as the princess gazed on it with pity. During the day the imprisoned prince watched the Princess Silver-Hell bring joy to all her people, tenderly bandaging a broken stem or mending a torn petal, and every day he loved the princess more and more.
At last the princess thought that the prince had been punished long enough, so she decided to see if he had been broken of his very bad ways. She noticed how very tenderely his petals caressed the petals of other flowers and did not attempt to break their stems. Indeed the Princess knew that this was no other than the Prince Malri, a rich and powerful young Prince that she had always respected very much, but she knew that a mortal could never live in a deep sea and she wondered what to do. Calling Golden-Heam to her, she asked the faithful fairy’s advice. Together they planned the fate of the flower. The Princess wept many times but at last she took it from the throne and took it up, up to the very top of the water where it could see all the lilies and live with them. Hut still the purple flower wept pearly tears from its velvet petals at sunrise and the Princess Silver-Hell was unhappy.
Now at the other end of the sea lived a very old, old woman who was a witch and who very often helped Silver-Hell in her reign of love and peace. One day the Princess went to the sea mother and said, “Alas, sea mother, I have turned Prince Malri into a purple flower and I can’t make him mortal again.” Now the sea mother knew very much about magic, so she made a brew of moss and shells and murmured words of mystery into the pot. Giving a shell of the liquid to the Princess, she bade her pour it on the roots of the purple flower at sunrise.
Then the sea mother said, “If Prince Malri ever comes to your sea again, he will become a deep sea person.”
Indeed the Princess was sad, for she loved the Prince but desired his happiness. So with a heavy heart she awaited the dawn of the next day.
As always was her custom, Golden-Heam knew that her lovely Princess was troubled, so gliding to the surface of the water she whispered
14to the purple flower, “If you love the Princess Silver-Bell, jump into the Coral Sea as soon as you feel yourself becoming: a mortal.”
Whether the Prince needed this advice, I cannot say but when! the liquid was poured on the roots of the flower and the Prince Malji stood upon the land again, he hesitated not an instant to fling himself back into the beautiful waters.
Of course, you can guess the rest, but to be sure, I shall tell you all about it. The Prince Malri and Princess Silver-Bell now rule the deep sea folk of the Coral Sea and if you should ever find a spot in your travels in the world that you know is more beautiful than anything you have ever heard of, you know that you are l x king on the Coral Sea. Of course, you are a mortal and can’t see the silver palace but it is probably still there and the reign of love and peace are there too among the peaceful white water lilies.
THE CASTLE ON THE HILL Caroline Fox, ’22 Feb.
There is a castle,—cold and drear.
That stands on yonder hill.
Oft times in fear, strange sounds I hear. Come echoing o’er the rill.
Strange owls, they hoot at dead of night After the birds have fled.
And still that echo seems to ring,
“Dead, dead, ’tis dead!”
The ivy green with a steadfast cling Creeps up the mouldering wall;
And strange odors rise to the deep blue skies, As I tread through the gloomy hall.
The roof is covered with velvety moss;
Yet no other home can fill
The place in my heart, which now in part,
Is the castle’s on the hill.Class of 1922 == February
ANNETTE B. AUMAN
This dainty little lass with bobbed hair has a smile for everyone. She is not as quiet and bashful as she looks. You should sec her roll her eyes. Nettie is fond of day-dreaming. I wonder why.
RUTH N. BACH
Our Ruth has finally grown up, for now she wears puffs Tell us, Ruth, why are you so fond of church affairs?
HELEN M. BAISCH
Helen is a "good-hearted” sort of person, but really that is not a bit surprising. She is with a "Goodhart”
“The dew that on the violet lies Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes.”
This thin??? little maiden we all adore ’cause she's always happy. That’s what she's here for.
j6EDITH K. COLEMAN
Very sweet and agreeable; easy to get along with and always ready for a good time. Ask her whose name begins with “A.”
Dot, one of the sunniest girls of Feb. 22, Studies her books well thru' and thru;’ But in other respects, I think you’ll agree She's a baseball fan to the letter Z.
MARY LOUISE BYRNE
CLEMINA A. BRICKER
Clemina is very fickle, and especially fond of “Jacks’ and “Stutz’s.” She has a new object of admiration every few weeks.
And what is so rare as a night in June With a little lake and a silvery “moon;” Then, they take out their little bark canoe. The one with room for only two.
Silence is golden, but when it becomes too dense it shows stupidity. And our Mary is by no means stupid. Her greatest expectation is to be re-christened "Patricia” and to race her Ford-to-be. Her pet expression is “Why-uh, I don’t know.”
“A cheerful life is what she loves,
A soaring spirit is her prime delight."
CAROLINE ALMA FOX
She can dance and parlcy-vous And whistle .and fiddle too. We think she's quite the girl. Don’t you?
ESTHER W. DOREMUS
Ask Esther why she likes to ride on the merry-go-round at Asbury Park
Helen is an up-to-date farmerette and is very much interested in the movies. You should see her flying down the Philadelphia pike in her Paige.
HILDRED AILEEN EHRLICH
Singers and Fidlers seem to take up all of Mildred’s time.
ISVIOLA M. FRIES
Look what we have here. One of the studious girls of the class (sometimes). When she is out of school, her chief pleasure is driving around in the Liberty “6.” If there is anything you would like to know about Atlantic City, just ask "Friesy;” she knows.
MARGARET F FRITCH
Little Miss Fritch, so mild and prim.
Is an avowed hater of men.
Whether or not this saying is true.
The years and the future will show to you.
Here’s to our Lillian With roguish black eyes,
Who captivates all the gallants she spies. Hut there’s one old man not in her net.
It’s Julius Caesar that she cannot get.
DOROTHY E. GRAEFF
“Much mirth and no madness. All good and no badness.
So womanly Her demeaning.”
MAE I. GEHRET
Mae's hair is her crowning glory, and that isn’t all!
A wee small body with a wee small voice.
“Modesty is the beauty of women.”
EMMA A. HECKMAN
“A maiden never bold;
Of spirit so still and quiet that, at her motion. Blushes at herself.”
SARA M. HERBEIN
There is a girl in our class.
And she’s most wondrous wise. She jumped into our Latin class And to the head she soon did rise. And when she saw how nice it was, With all her might and main. She jumped into her other classes And did the same again.
KATHERINE Y. HOOK
Now, friends, don’t crowd; just take a look It's a '22 Feb. girl, Katherine Hook,
Who declares that a wifey she ne’er be.
But, as for that, we’ll “just wait and seev”
(1) Our golden-haired classmate; (2) Whom we've found full of fun; (3) A steady, ready sort of girl; (4) There’s not a better one.
KATHRYN C. KEPPELMAN
Keppy is a jolly, good worker wherever she is. She is fond of cooking and is a good sf ort. Her pastime i ; helping others.
VIRGINIA G KNERR
•'Is Virginia sick?” the teacher asks;
Oh, no, that’s not the reason.
She is very fond of baseball and Today's the last game of the season.
EMILY E. KIRSCHMANN
.“And mistress of herself, though China fall.
ESTHER R. KLEINSPEHN
Those light dancing feet and that marvelously trained it curl.
21VIOLA DEBORAH LAMBERT
“Fond of fun, and fond of dress, and change, and praise. So mere a woman in her ways.”
MARY M. LANSHE
Her motto: “Pleasure and action make the hours
"Peanuts” is one of the best sports in the class.
VERNA MAY LUTZ
Verna, one of the musicians of '22 Feb., keeps every one wondering how she gets the little curls and big puffs all over her head.
ELLA H. MATHESON
Just a '22 Feb. girl, you see.
But a lovelier girl ne'er could be,
At a glance you can tell her popularity. And, some day, a dear little wifey she’ll be.
22ANNA M. MEALS
Anne’s chief ambition seems to be to have a red racer, so that she can go to Harrisburg.
JOHANNA H. F. MERTZ
Joey is loyal,
Joey is true,
Joey’s the treasure of class ’22.
Hail to a member of “Vogue!” She is very fond of sports. This charming president is loved by "all” who know her.
RUTH E. MILMORE
Ruth is popular with everyone, hut at present she is interested in one member of the opposite sex—W.
CORNELIA MAY MONTZ
Just Kitty about her beaux—
VIRGINIA D. MILLER
23MIRIAM B. MOYER
Miriam was so shy When she entered High,
But now you would never recognize The one so shy but now so wise.
MARIAN K. NAGLE
Though she looks very studious, there’s great doubt whether she really is. "Where does the anthracite coal come from?"
H. VIRGINIA NICHOLSON
At 12 o’clock, a shrill screech you'll hear. It's Helen’s whistle, as usual out of gear, "It's eats,” she cries as away she runs; She’s losing no time on those sticky buns.
KATHRYN INEZ NIEDHAUK
Kitty is a good sport. "Pussy” claims she goes to the Strand every night, not because she likes to follow a serial, but we fear for some other reason.
MARION JOANNA O’REGAN
“Laugh at my laugh,” seems to be Marion’s motto. This "little girl” (?) may be heard from the lunch room to the gallery. A powder puff is a deadly weapon to her. Favorite pets—cats. Is he back from school yet, Marion?
24CARMEN GERTRUDE PHILLIPS
This maiden, demure and shy.
Is very pleasing to the eye.
With curls about her face,
She'll always take her place.
MIRIAM L. POSEY
Mim, the ringleader of fashions, loves to go to Mer-cersburg. We wonder why. Brotherly love, I suppose.
BEATRICE M. RAUDIBAUGH
Beatrice, one of the quiet set of our class, does not believe in wasting her time. Here’s to Beate in the business world.
GERTRUDE BERGER REESER
Quiet, industrious, good friend to all.
Frances is very much interested in “skyscrapers” and should develop her art of interior decorating.
S. FRANCES RHODA
25LYDIA M. ROLAND
This Lydia whom now you spy.
Surely has a roguish eye;
She loves to gaze at the stars,
But Physics Laboratory upon her jars.
EDYTHE MARY RUFE
Tall and dignified to those who do not know her very well, but, to those who do, she is very humorous and a good sport. Ask her if she remembers her ride to Sinking Spring.
HAZEL AGNES SCHEIFELE
Hazel is an aspiring warbler and we wish her all the success in the world. Why does she love Hrindle Bulls?
MARIAN A. SHULTZ
Our Madge! Dear me, she is so affectionate. She should limit her many cases or she will wear herself out worshiping all of them.
To look at her you would surely know she’s wise. How she takes away your breath when she recites “Phys. Geog,M
BESSIE M. SELIG
"And when she talks, my! how she can talk!”
HARRIET FREDERICA SOUDERS
Has no trouble whatever to get a vacant seat at the Reo.
M. ELIZABETH SNYDER
Is there a dog in school? No, it is only Elizabeth coming up from the lunch-room showing her ability as a barker.
EDWINA JACK STOTT
Although Tut II is studious, she is exceedingly full of pep and especially fond of racing automobiles.
FLORENCE EMILY STAAB (TUT)
Known by all, liked by all, but mostly by the opposite sex. We won’t let the cat out of the bag. Tut.
27RUTH ELLA STOTT
This seemingly quiet little girl is very different outside of school (especially in I)., P. S.) from what her friends would expect her to be, but oh. well, appearances are deceiving.
HELEN S. TERRY
Some day in the near future we will see Terry in her white cap and uniform soothing the fevered brow of some patient in the hospital. Yes, Terry is going to be a nurse.
LEAH CATHERINE WANAMAKKR
RUTH S. THROM
Behold! Enter our blond vamp and at the same time our Tommy Collins. Her numerous pins laid at her altar, by handsome young gallants turn many a wistful eye her way. So friends, take my advice and don’t go too near Ruth, for she’s sure to be full of pins. Ruth's salient characteristic is her sunny disposition.
Why does Rose like the book called “The Little Fur Animals of the Woods?” Is it because it reminds her so much of fur coats or people who sell fur coats?”
S. ROSE WAETZMAN
A help to all. My, but she can eat!KATHERINE LOUISE WEAVER
Kitty often goes wild Over?
GRACE J. WENTZEL
1 his jolly little lass may be an authoress some day and we all hope to icad her works.
MARGARET CAROLINE WERNER
“Peg" is going to Art School to develop her artistic ability. Can you imagine "Peg” as a struggling young artist living in an attic while painting her masterpiece? I think she likes the luxuries of life too well to go quite that far with it.
KATHARINE ALICE WETHERHOLD
Polly is fond of raving. Her favorite subjects are Norristown and “red hair." If you hear a squeal and a giggle, it’s Polly.
HELEN IRENE WITMOYER
Helen, the school inarm of our class! Although she knows a lot, she would like to know how she can meet.
VERA M. ZEHNER
1 do love to note and to observe.”
IRENE I. ZWOYER
“Maiden with the meek brown eyes” and one of our best musicians.
CORAL AND SILVER Caroline Fox, ’22 Feb.
Down in the depths of the ocean,
On a green and mossy strand,
A jewel, rose tinted—the coral,
Lies embedded in silver sand.
Pink midst a rolling sea of blue,
A thing of beauty for miles around.
But yet how deep, we must look for it,
If we wish it e’er to be found.
In Mother Earth, untouched by man,
Lies a metal, dull, rugged in line,
But if brought to light and used a bit,
How brightly it can shine!
So, Classmates of February twenty-two,
• To our colors staunch may we stand;
Kind deeds of beauty, like coral, we’ll find Deep embedded on silver strand.
May our beautiful deeds be many,
And brightly let’s make them shine.
“And departing—leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time.”
30Members of 1922, February
“Sunset and evening star.
And one clear call for me !
And may there be no moaning of the bar. When I put out to sea.
Grace Sarah Bridegam
Autfuit 15. 191 3 November 30. 1919
l =ioi= l
“But such a tide as moving seems asleep.
Too full for sound or foam.
When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.''
Viola Irene Fisher
March 21. 1905 October 11. 1918
31The Key to Infancy?
1922 — February
Annette Auman, KM) Ruth Bach, 79 Helen Baisch, 93 Mae Bard, 80 Adelaide Bates, 122 Dorothy Bechtel, 98 Elsie Bucher, 8G Mary Louise Byrne, 125 Edith Coleman, 124 Irene Curley, 83 Helen Doty, 13G Mildred Ehrlich, 123 Caroline Fox, 104 Viola Fries, 105 Mae Gehret, 81 Lillian Goldsmith, 111 Dorothy Graeff, 112 Emma Heckman, 118 Katharine Hook. 103 Adele Hottenstein, 101 Ruth Jones, 90 Kathryn Keppelman, 1(M) Emily Kirschmann, 121 Esther Kleinspehn, 85 Virginia Knerr, 82 Viola Lambert, 109 Mary Lanshe, 110 Dorothy Levan, 77 Verna Lutz, 89 Ella Matheson, 84 Johanna Mertz, 137 Virginia Miller, 131
Ruth Milmore, 94 Cornelia Montz, 115 Miriam Moyer, 117 Marion Nagle, 138 Kathryn Niedhauk, 119 Marion O’Regan, 96 Carmen Phillips, 107 Miriam Posey, 78 Beatrice Raudibaugh, 88 Gertrude Reeser, 133 Frances Rhoda, 91 Lydia Roland, 134 Edythe Rule, 127 Hazel Scheifele, 116 Marion Shultz, 130 Martha Silverman, 129 Elizabeth Snyder, 139 I larriet Souders, 97 Florence Staab, 120 Edwina Stott, 102 Ruth Stott, 128 Helen Terry, 126 Ruth Throm, 99 Leah Wanamaker, 1X5 Kathryn Weaver, 87 Grace Wentzel, 108 Margaret Werner, 114 Katharine Wetherhold, 113 Helen Witmoyer, 135 Vera Zehner, 92 Irene Zwoyer, 132
32As Once We Were
CLASS SONG -1922 FEBRUARY
We are here, this class of ’22,
A February rose in bloom.
A silent gliding: bark we steer,
A farewell message to those dear Within the walls of Reading High To whom our class must say good-bye.
For four years we have moored our thoughts Within the tombs of learned bards,
But we bid them all a class adieu.
This spirited class of '22.
Good-bye, good luck, dear G. II. S.,
Our prophecies are for the best.
Farewell, classmates, and teachers, too,
The best luck to G. H. S. and you.
iTj 'T r,
- o -r»C£ o»- » v Class of 1922—June
Class Colors: Victory Blue and Gold
Dorothy H. Smith Evelyn D. Carpenter Margaret Kelly Katharine N. Hartman
"Honesty first, then Courage, then Brains."
— Theodore Roosevelt.
37Cla s s of 1 9 2 2 == J u me
Little Mary (without a lamb)! Don’t worry, Mary, you know how to have a good time without it. Oh, how Mary likes to trip the light fantastic toe into the wee hours of the morning.
When Mary comes puffing in at 8:24 3-4 we know sh has been out late the night before. “How was the movie last night, Mary? Was it Tommy Meighan?”
This young lady is not half as quiet as she looks; at times she waxes peppy and my. how those blue eyes twinkle! Now a pupil in the Girls' High School, but later a teacher. Who knows?
H. MILDRED ANDERSON
Just say canoeing to Mildred and she will soon tell you there are canoes and canoes. Flivvers, too, for Mildred likes anything that goes.
MARY O. BARRY
Mary is very fond of children and just loves playground work. She is an expert pianist and, indeed, sh ; could be a regular Pied Piper and coax the children away by playing to them.
A victim of Cupid's arrow. One of the belles of the class whose chief pleasure in life is dancing and whose chief theme is matrimony.
Here is our little Buster Brown with her socks and bobbed hair. She is as mischievous as Buster himself. Marie thinks a Ciirl Scout test is much more interesting than one in Botany.
Margaret doesn’t think “Bills” in bookkeeping class are half as interesting as those outside of school. Even Macbeth would have greater charms if he had a nicer name.
MARY E. BOYNTON
Mary was brought up to be seen and not heard. It's a good way, for you can’t get in trouble for what you didn t say. Mary doesn t get into trouble any way because she always knows her lessons and isn’t always chattering.
Yes, it’s Spibs, the man-hater of the class. Ask her if she would not rather eat doughboys than study Botany. Her greatest accomplishment is talking.
Stop, Look and Listen! No, this isn't a railroad sign; it's just to call your attention to the President of the Bobbed Hair Club. Betty is greatly interested in F. M. this year, but this may not be serious, as she has been known to be fond of U. of P. and State.
Enter the football enthusiast who surely should have been a boy. Her onu femininity is the fact that she likes Smiths—but not blacksmiths. Good luck to you!
A Diller, a Dollar, an 8:24 scholar, and yet Grace usually gets in on time. She forms half of the inseparable Bibbus-Bushong partnership. You can usually tell them by the quietness?
EVELYN IX CARPENTER
Popular, oh, there is no question about that! For one thing she is our vice-president, and for another she is at all the dances. Funny, isn’t it, that she doesn't get her hair bobbed since she is so fond of Bobs?
How nimbly do her fingers dance over the keys of a typewriter and how nimbly do her toes show their ability on a waxed floor! A girl with such abilities will never fail.
40MARY E. COTTEREL
Mary is a lover of music, especially a certain piece called “Bobby.” It's very pretty, we all know, but somehow Mary goes wild over it. I wonder why.
ETHEL G. DICKINSON
Sugar and spice and everything nice. That’s what Ethel is made of.
ETHEL MARY DONDORE
Take a little sugar lump and draw a smiling face on it and you have “Tiny.” She is our class baby and the sweetest one a class ever had.
From the crown of her head to the sole off her foot, she is all good nature. She likes every one, and every one likes her. You have heard of Big Ben? Oh, no, not the alarm clock, but—you know, there are others.
Here is a little girl who has a little curl right on the middle of her forehead. Curls arc very dangerous, especially the vampy kind. Marian is going to be a movie actress some day, something high and mighty.
Cora is a good pal and rather wild about dancing c often wonder why she mutters “Huh!” with a dream 11 look in her eyes. Me must be awfully nice, Cora.
Before you is another member of our class who has recently joined the bobbed-hair brigade. Sara is noted for her good jokes and for her clever dancing. We are all confident she will be a big success in the world.
L. ANNE FISHER
If she is not singing, she is smiling—the Nazimova of our class.
FLORENCE D. FOOS
Here’s to the literary genius of “the Skilihootches! We are all anxiously awaiting the day when her first book will be covered in “Brown.” Ask Florence just why her motto is, “(io east, young woman! ’ Sometimes, however, she becomes thoroughly ap-“paul“-ed at the sights and comes straight back to us.
RUTH M. FOX
"She reads much, she is a great observer and she looks quite through the deeds of men.”
MADELINE LOUISE GEHRIS
Behold, ladies and gentlemen, this infant prodigy who was very good till her Junior Year. Matts is always busy with lessons and dates and letters to write to Lebanon Valley.
CATHARINE I. HAMEL
Five years from now this young lady before you will be known as Mile. Hamel, the famous French Modiste. Kitty is very clever at making smart hats, especially to attract the young men.
Looks are deceiving, for Dot appears to be very quiet, but those who know her best can tell you different. She will make a snappy little stenographer some day.
KATHARINE N. HARTMAN
Any day you are walking up Washington street you can see a flash of brown habit and bobbed hair dash past on a fiery steed. This is the future broncho buster of the Class.
Here is our old sleepy; proper Edna. Just a minute! A breath of air blows up Green Terrace advocating bobbed hair. Presto, change—our new peppy, bobbedhaired Ed!
A shy and studious maiden, about whom we can say nothin but good.
Sara lias the prettiest l obbed hair and the rosiest cheeks. She will be much in demand when she advertises as a stenographer because she is a speedy typist.
Grace has the prettiest little bangs and a smile like a cherub. Altogether she is like a little brown-haired doll.
Ruth’s highest ambition is to become a toe dancer. Some day she will make her fortune behind the footlights. We all expect to see her in Ziegfield Follies in
a few years.
Hurrah! Here is our lively Jeanette, fond of football, tennis and all outdoor sports. This does not hinder her from being a good student and a lover of music.
“None speak of her but to praise her." Our secretary smiles at you very innocently, and little do you realize what brilliant essays she can write. Nor would you imagine such a pretty golden head could hold those wearisome Latin verbs.
“She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with.
And pleasant, too, to think of.”
Marion can tell you very enthusiastically of the charms of Mt. Gretna. It is a nice place, Marian, especially for the dancing, which holds many charms for “Kerstie."
Her middle name is “Flower." Mv, yes! Didn t you know she is an advocate of Fords? I hey may be bumpy and a little bit rattly but after all the only thing that matters is he who is seated at the wheel.
Lottie is a puzzling little bundle of humanity. Quiet Yes, sometimes. But then I don't suppose you have ever seen her when she is wound up. All, well, you don’t know her very intimately then!
LOTTIE A. KERSCHNER
“Oh, I'm so ashamed!" Of Course, that’s Mildred; she is the only girl that says that. Although Mildred has not been with us very long, we have been able to find out she likes auburn hair.
Yes, to be sure, it’s Anna. She is not the valedictorian of the class, but she has brains and is a noted musician. She has not as yet ben attracted to the opposite sexi but the older they get the harder they fall.
If you ever see a little black bobbed head dodging downward to suppress her giggles, you may make the sa e guess that it’s Mae’s. It is her irresistible smile that wins her friends.
My! but Magdalene docs travel far for her education and she appreciates it, too. A Senior with a hair ribbon in the 20th century! Yes, a bit unusual, but she just wants to deceive us about her age. Indeed, they even begin as young as she is.
"A penny for your thoughts, Dorothy.’’ We often wonder what causes that far-away look. Are you thinking of lessons, or are you dreaming? Never mind, Dot; we won’t give you away. Merc is for luck, more luck, and then some.
Beware of our Hawaiian miss, a confirmed coquette who is up to a thousand pranks! She appears to be quiet, but the sparkle of her dark eyes gives her away.
RUTH A. MILLER
Ruth is our rosy-cheeked Hyde Park representative. She is very, very quiet, when no one is around to talk to, but when she is in the Main Room she can usually be heard.
Naomi intends to be a nurse. Don't you think she will make a nice one to soothe the fevered brows of handsome patients?
A quiet, sensible industrious lass Who is one of the stars in Latin (‘lass.
Little, but oh my! Marian certainly is an active little piece of humanity. Always on the go, and always making everyone sit up and take notice. She surely can play the piano with a practiced hand.
Behold the future dancing teacher of our class. Evelyn is a firm advocate of putting mirrors in the cloak room.
Yes, here is our Helen! Oh, how she loves to ride a bicycle! She will succeed, too, when they take down the fences and posts in the country and give her right of way. Never mind. Helen, we wish you success.
MARY C. RHOADS
"A fair, sweet girl, with skillful hand And cheerful heart for treasure;
Who often played with ivory key's But seldom danced tin? jazzy measure.”
There is a maiden fair to see. Beware! Beware!’’
Just take a glance at Adelaide and you can easily see why she does not appreciate beauty at State College , Adelaide is a good sport and is a good horse-back rider.
•18KATHRYN S. ROTHENBERGER
Kitty will make a wonderful wife. She will look after the ways of her household and give her husband wonderful meals.
MARIE ST. CLAIR
This is little bobbed-haired Marie, who likes the “Goo’' on Ward's Cakes. She is the biggest cater in the class and is always broke but happy and we wish her luck.
Stella will be the business woman of '22 June. She is a lover of bookkeeping and enjoys transacting business.
Biff! Bang! There goes Dot fighting for the mirror again, Another dab of powder and she is finished!
She loves dancing and her favorite motto is “Sleep,” Although she does not live up to it.
This is Minnie but not the kind you find in the Tully. She is a little shark in Stenography and is an expert in dodging unnecessary things.
All you girls that know Arlene, did you ever see anyone that can blush as she can? Never mind, Arlene, we are looking forward to a bright future ior you and wc wish you all possible success.
Nannie certainly deserves a reward, for everyone considers her an angel. Why. during her four years in High School she was caught talking only once. Isn’t that a record?
Here is our famous joke teller and one f the popular girls of our class. She is always ready for a good time. We wonder what the great attraction is at Norristown?
The mildest manner that steals our hearts away and the bravest mind that made her the best Class President the school ever had.
MARY E. SNYDER
Mary’s proudest possession is her golden hair. She is an earnest advocate of dancing, and her thoughts often wander to Schuylkill Seminary (Jawge). Nevertheless Mary is a good student, and we wish her the best of luck in the future.
Although Elizabeth is a quiet girl as you see by hei picture, she is one of the great musicians in the G. II. S. orchestra. She just sweeps you off your feet when sin-plays Her greatest ambition is to become a seconrl ileifetz. Good luck.
Jean needs no introduction. What will become of her after school days are ended? Have patience and we'll soon find out, for actions speak louder than words.
RUTH A. STEVENS
Kuthic, Ruthie,•I’ve been thinking What aqueer world this would be If girls like you were all transported Far beyond the northern sea.
One of our commuters, whose happy smile always shows when she catches that Birdsboro car. She can tell us how to extract eggs from egg-plants, straw from strawberries and butter from buttercups.
Dainty maiden, very cute
Who aims to be a school inarm And plays upon a flute.
Little, but oh, my! Just chockful of energy! She Starts to do something and whizzes off like a skyrocket.
Another one of our brilliant talkers. One may be sure to find Rosie wherever there is any excitement. If you are looking for her. you usually hear her before you see her, but never mind, Rosie, you're a good sport and well liked by all of us.
Here is our poetic genius who is always dreaming of her Prince Charming. Nevertheless she will be a fine cook for some one some day.
CATHARINE J. VATH
Mere is another of our talkers. She is a regular wonder of the world, she keeps us guessing so. There are lots of things we would like to find out. Why didn't she take Botany since she is so fond of flowers, especially “Buds."
A wrinkle of the nose, a swift turn of the head, a tinkly little laugh, a pretty blushing face. That’s our
Peggy.CATHARINE L. WOLFF
Here is a wee little maiden, with pretty bobbed hair, who can dance. My! how she can spin around on the very tips of her toes.
Here is our little Calamity Jane, always getting into scrapes and always climbing out of them as gracefully as possible. The tongue certainly is an unruly member.
DOROTHY ELIZABETH WOODRUFF
Dot is her name though she’s not a mere dot even though she is small. Don't worry, not all good things come in large packages.
Rose is fond of telling the class about her good times. Well, she surely does have a good time for one small girl. We hope she wil keep on having them.
Dorothea’s favorite saying is “Oh! I am tired.” wonder if she is tired because of her many lessons.
53A. LUCILLE ZWALLY
Lucille spends a great deal of money on writing paper, and stamps, too. We don’t know who gets all this mail, but we do know it’s some one in Rockville.
Behold, a star player of tennis. But don’t worry, she is just as good in Geometry. And we hope to say, in other things, too.
DREAMS Margaret Kelly, June, 22.
As I stood by the stream Gazing far to the west, Dreams came upon me
That oft I have bless’cl.
The sunset was gorgeous In gold, blue and rose,
And fancies within me My future composed.
A woman as line
As the gold in that sea Stretching far out above me Would I strive to be.
Then loyalty and love
For country and friend The blue did command me To have ’til the end.
Let that rose of the heavens
He my guide through the days That are heavy with care And sorrow’s gray haze.
Then all through my life Shall I struggle to hold To those guides far above us The rose, blue and gold.
54RUTH DOROTHY FOREMAN
January 17, 1904 August 5. 1920
"I cannot say, and ! will not say.
That she is dead. She is just away !
"With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand. She has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since she lingers there."
—(After) . W. Riley.An Indian Tale
The dark warrior swung up the rocky ledge that led to the top of the canyon, whose depths the late afternoon sun barely penetrated.
What upheaval of nature made that beautiful steep-sided canj'on! The rocks and boulders that formed its sides and jutted out menacingly were of dull red and grayish green. Small plants took root where there was any chance between the rocks, while moss partially covered the stone and added a softening, restful touch to that wild divine beauty. Down a narrow, precipitous gulley that entered the canyon, rushed a stream, the headwaters of the Rio Grande. Over the rocks the water splashed until a mist of crystalline drops formed a jeweled screen over the river. The rose-tinged, bluish evening light that began to pervade the valley, growing deeper and thicker as the moments passed, lent an enchanting atmosphere to that fascinating place.
Hawaikuh at last came to the level of the plain.
In the distance lay a range of clear-cut, pale blue mountains. The last rays of the sun still shone on the waving, faintly lavender-hued prairie grass.
His black eyes flashing with happiness, the tall, straight Indian made his way eagerly toward two large adobe dwellings.
The Indian women were busy preparing the last meal of the day. Fires were built and crude kettles sent up steam. Children played and cried amid the confusion and screeching of the unkempt squaws. But Hawaikuh’s eyes saw none of this; his ears were deaf to the sound. There, there on the ground near a bake-oven sat Sinaloa, the object of the warrior’s attention.
The lithe little Indian girl was pretty with her bronze skin, deep red lips, glistening teeth and sparkling eyes.
Hawaikuh made his way toward her. It was true that he would soon have enough wealth to buy her from her father, so happiness filled the heart of each of them. Just as the young warrior came up toj the Indian girl, an old scarred brave moved forward lazily with ai serious troubled look in his eyes. The two young lovers became grave. In a deep voice Tejos began, “The Spaniards are ever coming nearer to our lands.”
That horrible word, “Spaniards,” froze the blood of Sinaloa, but Hawaikuh, with the confidence of youth, said that the enemy could never cross the canyon.
“Signs of their presence have been seen farther south,” murmured Tejos as he walked slowly away.
The happy days went on.
But the fears of the older Indians were not without foundation. Tales of the Spaniards’ conquests became more numerous. Then, one morning a little after sunrise, it was decided that an immediate attack on the enemy was necessary. Leaving a few guards at the village, the Indian force set out on mustangs.
It was the evening of the second day when it returned with the report that a small Spanish party had been routed. There was small need to fear those weak men.
Carefree days ensued. •
One morning, several hours before dawn, word was brought to the village that a large army was approaching at- a rapid rate. The warriors rushed to the canyon with weapons and lay hidden on the edge
56waiting: until the foe, unsuspecting and at a great disadvantage, would come up the side.
After the first arrows were let fly, several men rolled and fell to the bottom of the canyon. Then was a roar on the opposite ledge, a streak of smokev then at almost the same instant a few of the Indians lay moaning and dying. The enemy had cannon. The air was thick with arrows and missiles, and three or four cannon boomed. The fight was furious. The enemy pressed upwards. Were they without number? Only a handful of Indians was left alive. Among them was Hawaikuh fighting with all his power and soul—fighting for Sinaloa. The result was inevitable.
A bullet from a Spanish musket grazed the young Indian’s head. He staggered, was knocked down, and trampled on in the onrush of the small remainder of Spaniards. As he lay dazed, Hawaikuh seemed to realize that the enemy made their way to the village. More fighting ensued. If the Indians were victorious, help would come to the wounded.
But no help came.
In the village after a few violent skirmishes the guards and women were killed or captured. Sinaloa, young and beautiful, was taken for a slave. After several hours of plundering, the victors set out with their booty for the main camp.
The sun was setting when the cool breeze revived Hawaikuh. He looked at the cruel, distressing scene around him. The peaceful evening light could not soften that spectacle.
Sometimes walking unsteadily, sometimes crawling, Hawaikuh di- rected himself to the two abode dwellings. After several hours he reached them. The silence, the cold air, and the darkness just before dawn were oppressive. The wounded brave dragged himself to Sinaloa’s rooms. She was not there. No one was left alive.
Believing in Sinaloa’s faithfulness, and fearing that death would soon overtake him, Hawaikuh, with his tomahawk, carved deep into the wall the hieroglyphic that was the first letter of Sinaloa’s name.
When this was done, he wandered back to the canyon and crept down to the water’s edge. He did not dread death since he knew that Sinaloa would come to him by-and-by. .
That evening as the light of day departed, the soul of Hawaikuh was wafted on a gentle breeze to the happy hunting ground.
Sinaloa, young and beautiful, became the property of Don Diego, leader of the expedition. The life that she was taken to was not hard.
It was full of luxuries, such as she had never heard of; and there Kvere thoughts of going to a city far to the south where there were unbelievable pleasures. The excitement of beginning this journey filled Sinaloa’s mind. Yet the long days of hard traveling gave her time to think and she was sad at the thought of leaving her native country, and leaving, she knew not where, Hawaikuh.
Sinaloa found that little of the gaiety of the city was for her, and the novelty soon palled her.
A few years passed slowly and Sinaloa began to lose the lovely appearance of youth; her slender figure had become corpulent; the clear color of her girlish skin was now distinctly brown; her eyes had lost their brilliance. Then her station in the household was lowered.
As the years became more lonely, Sinaloa’s grief for Hawaikuh became more poignant. Oh, that just once more she might see the place where they had been happy! With the years her desire became more intense.
57Then came her opportunity. Don Diego had planned another ex pedition to those lands, and she was to be taken as a cook for the officers.
The days of the northward journey were filled with eagerness and anticipation.
The party stopped at the place it had occupied the first time. Several days passed. There was no signs of a trip to the very spot where her old home stood.
Loneliness was stil in Sinaloa’s heart as she stood gazing at the mountains that she knew were near the loved place. If she could just go there!
One morning very early Sinaloa bribed a soldier to let her use his horse for a few hours.' She mounted unsteadily; then, turning the horse’s nose toward the well known place, set out at a good speed.
It was late afternoon when she reached the top of the canyon and, filled with joy, rode toward the crumbling dwellings. How lonely they looked! Why had she come? Then going into her own room Sinaloa found on the wall the still discernible letter. Hawaikuh had been true to her until the very end. Her heart was filled with gladness. The loneliness was gone.
Sinaloa mounted her horse and rode back toward the canyon and the camp.
Was it always as hard as this for a horse to go down the side of the canyon? The small rocks slipped as the horse tried to’ make his way over them.
Then suddenly—what had happened? There lay Sinaloa in the bottom of the canyon near her groaning horse. The woman tried to extricate herself from the stones that had rolled down with her, but the elTort was too great.
As the sun went down, Sinaloa went to meet Hawaikuh.
THE ARMISTICE AND OUR ALMA MATER November 11, 1918-1921
November eleventh, the whole world rejoiced;
Our school dispersed and joined the throngs Of merry-makers with their songs.
The year of 1918 sang
Of peace to all; the whole world o’er
The tyrant king would rule no more.
Its anniversary is here;
Momentous problems now appear Before America, the land of the free;
Trials that concern both you and me.
But as in 1918 when We proclaimed the day of peace.
Our Alma Mater’s efforts will never stop or cease;
With guiding hands and voice,
She points on and upward ever;
To us duties clear appear,
For all, Liberty forever. —G. H. S. Student.
The Class of 1922, High School for (iirls, wishes to express to Miss Mary Archer and Mr. Charles T. Davies their sincere and hearty appreciation of the interest and kindness which has been shown to the school in the presentation of annual prizes for accuracy and scholarship.
The Charles T. Davies Prizes for Scholarship
“A” Mary Schrocder (best in school)
“B” Mary Steinmetz
"C” Helen Groninger
‘‘I)” Julia Bower
"E" Annetta Early
“F” Sara Herbein
“(i" Katharine Hartman
”11” Anna Stocker
“A” Marian Kaucher
"B” Dorothy Krebs
“C” Grace Snavely
”D” Sara Herbein (best in school)
"E” Mary Elizabeth Snyder
”F” Erma Leinbach
“G” Marjorie Young
"H” Alice Wolfe
“A” Isabel Aulenbach “B” Beatrice Raudibaugh (best in school)
”C” Margaret Kelly “D” Erma Leinbach "E” Ortrud Kuntze “F” Lillian Baer “G” Katharine Thomas ”11” Fern Drexel
Miss Mary Archer’s Prizes for
“A” Elizabeth Staudt (best in school)
”B” Emily Miller
"C” Isabelle Friday
“D” Katharine Hook
"E” Marian Corle
"F” Arlcy O'Neil
”G” Marian Wen rich
”H’ Haidee Wilson
"A” Ruth Norton
“B” Hi Id red Ehrlich
"C” Katharine Althouse (best in school)
“D” Anna Stocker
"E” Luceille Reignei
”F” Anna Yeager
"G” Ruth Baltzell
‘H” Edith Brown
r»yCLASS SONG-1922 JUNE Katharine N. Hartman.
June girls of nineteen twenty-two,
We now our voices raise;
For we would ever loudly sing Our Alma Mater’s praise.
We’ve had our days of work and fun Throughout these four years long,
But now we’ll close them here today In one triumphant song.
So let's go forth, dear classmates all,
And strive to wiser grow,
Do all we can to win the prize And onward bravely go.
How hard you teachers struggled in Our stupid heads to pour Some part of your vast knowledge, which We should have valued more,
No one can truly thank you for The splendid work you do.
We’ll try to make you proud of us.
And now farewell to you.
Words By June S2.Z, Music jBy
faTJHAKiVE. Mv MW. Ka THAR VE.ALTHOtrSE.
(il“D'You Ever See Us Before?’"
62“An’ One Time a Little Girl ’Ud Alius Laugh
• » an L»nn.
Mary Adam, 17 Magdalene Leinbach, 39
Mary Ahrens, 54 Dorothy Lessly, 70
Katharine Alt house, 12 Mae Maurer, 75
Mildred Anderson, 11 Frances Miller, 35
Mary Barry, 22 Ruth Miller, 44
Ruth Bibbus, 62 Naomi Oppenheimer, 24
Mary Boone, 61 Edna PeifTer, 27
Marie Booth, 71 Marion Reider, 40
Margaret Botzum, 69 Evelyn Renninger, 34
Mary Boynton, 43 Helen Rentschler, 1
Betty Britton, 53 Mary Rhoads, 42
Herminah Burkholder, 64 Katharine Robinson, 2
Grace Bushong, 3 Adelaide Romig, 37
Evelyn Carpenter, 36 Kathryn Rothenberger, 4
Mary Clouse, 8 Marie St. Clair, 30
Marion Corle, 58 Stella Scldechter, 60
Mary Cotterell, 68 Dorothy Scholl, 59
Ethel Dickinson, 21 Arlene Shollenberger, 50
Ethel Dondore, 28 Nannie Shulley, 45
Helen Eagle, 76 Margaret Slater, (56
Cora Eyrich, 23 Dorothy Smith, 55
Florence Foos, 7 Mary Snyder, 13
Ruth Fox, 29 Elizabeth Souder, 6
Madeline Gehris, 25 Dorothy Specht, 57
Dorothy Gerhard, 65 Jeannette Stern, 77a
Edna Gill, 52 Ruth Stevens, 48
Catharine Hamel, 56 Verna Strawbridge, 74
Katharine Hartman, 72 Ethel Thalmer, 26
Kathleen Heisler, 33 Catharine Vath, 31
Grace Hollenbach, 15 Margaret Wem, 63
Ruth Huey, 51 Rosie Weyman, 73
Jeannette Hunter, 5 Margaret White, 67
Margaret Kelly, 41 Catharine WolfT, 49
Margaret Kerr, 10 Mae Wolford, 19
Lottie Kershner, 14 Dorothy Woodruff, 32
Marion Kerst, 47 Dorothea Zillhardt, 18
Miriam Kline, 16 Ethel Zimmerman, 9
Mildred Kring, 20 Anna Laufersweiler, 46 Lucille Zwalley, 38
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A bean in the bean soup??????
Ham in a “bunny sandwich”??????
Everybody knowing their lessons??.' ?.' ?
Oh! they say that humor is a blessing;
It’s a blessing I never could see.
Though it means lots of fun for the other one. I’m sure it’s no fun for me.
Oh! we’ve tried our best to please you,
In finding jokes to suit your wit;
And if you think it’s all a joke You’re quite mistaken in it.
Oh! it got us up early in the morning,
It kept us up late at night;
If it wasn’t for our good disposition, girls,
We’d surely fight, fight, fight.
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SPORTIN’ NUZE Exciting Tennis Tournament
One of the most evenly matched tennis tournaments that was ever played around these parts took place yesterday on the grounds of the “Little Berkshire Country Club.” Refreshments, in the form of water, were served to the hungry participants. Those who tried to play were Florence Emily Staab, Mary Louise Byrne, Virginia Dorothy Miller, Ed-wina Jack Stott, Harriet Frederica Soudcrs, Dorothy Evelyn GraefF and Katherine Alice Wetherhold. The score was 50-30. Neither side won.
Listen, ye readers, we had an intelligence test the other day. One of our bright stars said, ‘‘Eve was the first man.” 1 wonder if her mind was not drifting into a ‘‘Garden of Eden.”
Editor’s Note—Don’t worry, it isn't as bad as it sounds.
On Saduday our class went to Cristle Kave, and had a good time. We left at ate o’clock by old time, cause their is no nu time any more, and we went in autyinobeles.
The driver who drived the machine with a little coat on, got cold. Their was 13 in the bunch, but we wasn’t suspicious cause one was a man, and he was bashful so he didn’t count. Well we got there in due time.
Cristle Kave is a nyse plase. Tha had electrik lites and it was awful dark. The gide had a torch in case the lites went out, but he hadl know matches so he couldn’t lite it anyway. He told us to use our “imachi-nation” to see the things he was seeing. He was right, if you ever go to Cristle Kave—take your ‘‘imachination” along. You’ll need it.
On Saturday morning, a fine long hike was enjoyed by the many members of the Road Club. They proceeded to Black Bear, the Little Red School House, and then to the Boulders or Valley of Rocks. The air was exhilarating, and everyone was hungry and ate with a great appetite. After various mishaps they started home, being picked up on the way by a man with a bay horse and a green wagon. They were driven through the very popular road known as—“Blutz Avenue.” All arrived home in good time none the worse for various accidents. The persons who enjoyed the walk were Edwina J. Stott and Florence E. Staab, both of Reading.
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We are commemorating this year the six-hundredth anniversary of the death of I )ante, who stands alone as an Italian poet and who. was one of the greatest poets of the world. He was born in Florence in 1265 at a critical time in Florentine politics. There were two parties which were constantly up in arms against each other. The struggle had started so long before that the cause, a family quarrel, was forgotten. One party, called the Guelfs, had allied itself with the Popish interests of Italy and the other, the Ghibellines, with the interest of the empire, so that the struggle had taken on a wider scope. Dante’s father, a Guelf, had been banished but he was allowed to return shortly before Dante’s birth. Two years later the Guelfs came into power and remained there.
Dante was very fond of study and began his education at an early age. First he learned grammar and rhetoric in the Latin, which was then considered the only true language. These studies were the foundation of a liberal education. Then he undertook the study of science and mathematics. Astrology especially interested him. Brunetto Latini, a very fine and learned man, a figure in Florentine politics, was his teacher;
It was when Dante was nine years1 old that the greatest event of his life occurred. His father took him one day to a festival at the house of a neighbor. Now, this neighbor had a daughter named Beatrice. Dante had, of course, seen Beatrice before, but never as he saw her now. From this time she was enshrined in his heart as a symbol of all that was good and pure and true and he continued to love her with a fervent love until his death. He wrote about his lqve for her in his “Vita Nuova.” In this work she seems to have lost her human character and to have become the personification of an angel.
That was the last time Dante saw Beatrice for nine years, but he never forgot her. Then he accidentally met her while she was out walking with two gentlewomen. She greeted him and he returned to his home enraptured. That night he had a vision in which Love was holding Beatrice in his arms and feeding her upon Dante’s heart. The next day he wrote an impassioned sonnet about his vision and sent it according to the custom of the day, to several Florentine poets. One of these wrote a discouraging sonnet in answer ordering him to cease such foolishness and to turn to the more practical business of a man Another wrote in high praise of his work. Dante and this man later became firm friends.
Dante must have had no hopes of ever becoming anything more than a worshiper of Beatrice. And his love was nothing common; it was a deep spiritual love with nothing of earthly passion in it. He tried to hide it from his friends by pretended flirtations with various women. When Beatrice heard of this she was very angry and shortly afterward she was married to Simone deBardi. Dante was very unhappy and
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Daniel had, however, one comfort. One day he happened to be standing in a square mourning for his lost Beatrice when he glanced up and saw a woman, standing at a high window, gazing at him with a look of sympathy. After that he often came to the square, for her sympathy comforted him. At last, however, he thought he was becoming too pleased with seeing the woman and ceased to go there. His friends thought his condition would be improved if he were to be married. His father therefore, chose for him a certain Donna Gemma Donati. He had four children of whom he named one for his beloved Beatrice.
For a time Dante had been rather uninterested in politics, but after his marriage he began to take an interest in public affairs. He took part in a military campaign in 1289 and in 1300 he was chosen one of the six Priors of Florence. As has been said, the Guelfs had finally come into power. Now the Guelfs had broken up into two factions, the “Neri” and the “Bianchi.” Dante affected the latter. While he was Prior, it was decided to banish the foremost leadest of both factions. But these were allowed to return too soon and then on account of the interference of Pope Boniface XIII all the Bianchi were banished. This was the last time Dante ever saw Florence. 1 le wandered about from city to city for many years. In 1317 he finally took up his residence at Ravenna, where he busied himself during his last years with the completion of the “Divine Comedy.” He died on September 14, 1321.
It was only after his death that his native city began to appreciate him. The city tried in vain to get possession of his body, but Ravenna kept its place concealed for many years. However, the Florentines did raise a memorial tablet in the Church of Santa Croce.
Dante is best known as the author of the “Divine Comedy” which is an epic poem of great length. It relates a vision in which he is conducted by Virgil through hell and purgatory and by Beatrice through paradise. The epic was called the “Divine Comedy” because the beginning is horrible while the end is cheerful. On his pilgrimage through the after-world he meets many celebrities and talks with them about politics, morals and the condition of Italy in general. The Florentines showed their appreciation of Dante in another way—about fifty-two years after his death a sum of money was set aside to be used for public lectures on the “Divine Comedy” so that when the people understood it. it might be more widely read.
“Florence has been truly Dantesque during the month of September. Never, perhaps, in the history of the world has any poet been so exalted and honored in pageant, as has been the great Catholic poet Dante Alighieri during the week of September 12, in Ravenna and Florence.
“In the former city on the Adriatic where Dante during the last year of his exile found a home of shelter with Guido daPolenta and where, clad in the garb of a Franciscan Tertiary, he passed away on the feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, September 14, 1321: the celebration took place on Sunday, September 11, the chief speakers being the Patriarch of Venice and General Save.'
“The Florence celebration began on Wednesday, September 14. In the afternoon the doors of the beautiful basilica were thrown open to the
11public that they might see the twenty-four paintings representing the most dramatic incidents in the “Divine Comedy,” which were hung along both sides of the center aisle. These paintings are the works of various Italian artists and were exhibited on the occasion of the celebration of the sixth centenary of the birth of Dante in 1805. The one thing that struck those who witnessed the celebration of the Dante Festa in Florence was the fact that the Italians emphasized the political side of Dante at the expense of his greatness as a poet and teacher of sublime Catholic truths. They did the same thing in the celebration of 1805.
“The Florence celebration extended over five days, which were given up to the commemoration of the great poet. The Church of Santa Croce and the piazza fronting it, where stands a striking memorial in marble to Dante, were the scenes of chief Dante manifestations, the piazza being beflagged and the statue of Dante literally covered with garlands. The celebration reached its climax on Saturday, when all Italy seemed to be pouring into Florence. On the morning of that day the King of Italy arrived and at least ten thousand soldiers received him at the railroad station. The soldiers wore the uniform of the Royal Guards, the Carbeneri, the Bersaglieri and the Arditi.
“On the afternoon of the seventeenth, a monster procession representing the civic and political parties of the time of Dante clad in the costumes of the thirteenth century, filed through the street. This was the most picturesque pageant of the whole celebration. On Sunday, the eighteenth, the Medicean Library, the richest in the world in first editions and Dantean manuscripts—was thrown open to the public.
“The celebration is sure to give a tremendous impetus to the study of Dante and in anticipation of this the Dante Society of Italy has issued a complete edition of Dante’s works with valuable annotations.”
AFTER THE SET OF THE EVENING SUN Marion K. Nagle
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The moon clear and cold appears,
The silent master ol me night;
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It journeys onward in its flight.
'fhe long clouds across the sky do creep As one full of sadness, sorrow and pain,
From which the tiny, yellow stars do peep.
Then on again as if some goal to gain.
The night is not filled with music.
But the King of Quietness reigns,
And it seems as if something tragic Were brooding on high again.
As night wears on toward dawning The leaves drop, heavy with dew;
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The clock keeps up its silent rhyme.
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Shades of Caesar! A dark form rose up before us. “Take these, they are my brains.” A soft mass fell into our laps. -
“Here, too, are a few of my teeth.” We reached and grasped several icy and shiny objects.
Something cold and clammy was then put into our hands. “Take my hand and be friends with me, a dead man.”
A rattle of bones, a Hash of lightning and screams—Thus '22 Feb. was initiated into the mystic rites of Hallowe’en.
Frances Rhoda charmed the dead man so much that he presented her with one of his clammy bones, for she was the best dressed girl. Miss Barr, the best dressed teacher, won the lizard from the witches’ brew. But “Febbie” was the hit of the evening. He was a little real, live kitten, which was won by Miss Eidam in the elimination dance. Miss Eidam’s partner, Elsie Bucher, did not win such a lively kitten. Hers was a stuffed one.
The cracker eating contest kept all the participants choking and laughing. A featured attraction was the dance with balloons of every color. Then came the crickets and let us tell you, the noise that those little things made was enough to waken our dead man who had retired early to his grave. Our fairy-footed dancer, Adele Hottenstein, exhibited some clever dancing steps much to the enjoyment of everyone present.
At about this time, according to the laws of nature, we became hungry, since we had only bobbed for popcorn balls and marshmallows. Of course, this part of the program is always one of the big hits of the evening. French pastrymen gave us samples of their wonderful pumpkin pies and dainty French maidens served confectionery. A farmer
wheeled about a keg of------cider. And I think everyone will vouch that
that cider was just about right. This part of the program kept us quiet for a while.
Of course, such a good looking gathering could not escape the limelight. So, the inevitable flashlight was taken. Then some more stunts were performed, including a Dutch sketch, “Leedle Yawcob Strauss,” by Caroline Fox, and a farewell dance under a maze of variously colored serpentincse. And, lest we forget! Great praise is extended to the girls who helped decorate the hall. Your labor was surely realized and appreciated, especially by the teachers. It was a work of' art with Margaret Werner as chief artist.
The costumes ranged all the way from the “Queen of; Sheba” to a “London Swell.” The festivities ended with a song, sung by all the class in which everyone was warned by the witch:
So listen well to your fate,
The witch says, ‘ Tt’s growing late,
Now listen or you’ll be in an awful plight
And since the owl has screeched
And the bells have tolled half past eleven,
The class Feb. '22, gives one and all good-night.”
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1C17PINK TAFFETA AND BLUE CHIFFON
Florence D. Foos.
“Jane, have you seen my tennis shoes?”
“No, I haven’t. Where did you put them last?”
“Silly, if I knew I would be able to find them,” scornfully she said. “Maybe Alice borrowed them.”
“At last the woman is showing’ signs of human intelligence. I’ll go and look. That girl is always borrowing my clothes.”
“Where is Frances?" Jane stretched lazily and gave a withering look at Caesar, who was innocently reposing on her desk.
“I guess maybe she went down for the mail, because she said she was expecting a package.” Marian’s voice became indistinct as she burrowed in the depths of the closet.
“Here they are and all full of grass stains. I would like to give that girl a piece of my mind.”
“Poor Alice! I wouldn’t like a ‘piece of your mind' for supper.” “Look at these, Jane. Oh, goodness, and it was just last week Miss Simmons said if a girl had dirty sneakers she wouldn’t get a good mark.” “Such is life in a boarding school!” sighed Jane.
“I)o you have any white polish? Quick, if you have, because I must go in 15 minutes.”
“No, I don’t have any because I’m not taking gym this term.”
“Oh dear, they must be cleaned and I don’t have time to go and buy some polish.”
“Use soap and water, and for goodness sake don’t bother me. Caesar, Crassus and Pompey formed the First Triumvirate. Caes—ar, Cras,”—yawning—“sus and Pompey. Oh, goodness, I’ll never be able to remember this stuff.”
“I don’t blame you, but do you think Palmolive soap will be all right?”
“Palmolive! My dear, that is green; you had better hunt some ivory soap.”
Jane dropped her book, laughing, and then suggested slyly, “Maybe Miss Simmons won’t like green sneakers.”
“Thanks. Here comes Fran. Maybe she can give me some. Hey, Fran, do you have any ivory soap?”
"No, I don’t believe I do. You see I don’t usually carry it around in my middy pocket.”
“What’s the matter? You aren’t usually so sarcastic.”
Fran nodded and then with a prodigious sigh exclaimed, “Girls, a true calamity has occurred.”
Poor Caesar was again neglected for something more exciting. “Aunt Kitty sent me a pink taffeta dress.” Frances sank deeper into her chair to emphasize the woefulness of the situation.
“Why, that’s great! Where is the calamity?” Jean looked toward the door.
“Do you expect to see the calamity walk in the door?”
“Oh, hush! I want to hear the rest. Go on, Fran.”
“I was dying for a blue chiffon with a ruffled skirt. I wrote and told Auntie, but she liked this better, so she bought this instead of my dream dress,” she finished with a sob.
“Where is it?” Is it cute?”
“Ye—e—s—s. It is cute, but it isn’t what I want. I guess you girls think I’m awful.”
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10“Bring- it up and show it to us. Oh, goodness, I forgot about gym, and it is time to go. What will I do about my sneakers?”
ou may use mine. I’ll cut gym today because I feel so blue.”
Jane squealed; rushed across tlie room; hugged Frances and left the room; the poor pink taffeta dress question was dropped till later.
That evening as the two girls were studying in their room Jane said, “Fran, dear, please try on the dress.”
“Oh, all right, but I don’t like it —a—t—all.”
“Hurry, I’ll hook you into it before I do my chemistry experiment.” Frances reached into the cardboard box by her side and drew out the dress.
Jane gasped, “Why, Frances Alice Manning, it is a dream. That silver lace is marvelous. That pink ruffling at the neck is sweet. Oh, goodness, but I envy you when the Boxtel Mall boys give us a. dance. You’ll be the belle of tin ball.”
"It is pretty, but I’m not satisfied.”
“Hush! It i s awful to say that when it is so pretty. You look darling.”
The darky parlor maid of the school poked her head in the door and said, "Excuse me. Miss, but a young gen’man is waitin’ to see you in de pahlah.”
“Who—me?” said Fran.
Frances looked dubiously at the dress and then at Jane.
"What shall I do? I wonder who it is that wants to see me?”
“Go down as you are; there isn’t any time to change it.”
Frances hurried down and at the door of the glee club room stood a young man. He looked up guiltily as Franees approached him and stammered:
“You—you—you are Frances Manning.”
Frances was very much puzzled.
“I’m Charles Fairchild; you see I’m here—” he stopped plainly ill at ease.
“Yes.” Frances encouraged him kindly.
“I’m from Boxtel Hall; I’m a classmate—I mean I’m the son of a classmate of your mother’s and I—he stopped again.
“Fairchild. I do not ever remember my mother mentioning the name.”
“You see,” he continued eagerly, “there is to be a dance at Boxtel Hall and I would like you to go with me.”
Frances started with surprise. What would the girls say when she told them?
"Why, yes. I’d—I’d love to go,” she ended enthusiastically.
“All right! I’m very glad. I'll call for the evening of the 28th.”
The night of the dance arrived and it was a huge success. Charles had his car from home for the occasion. On the way home at the wee hour of 12 o’clock he said, “Frances.”
“Do you know what?”
“I’ve liked you ever since I saw you in that pinkish dress. It is a dream—with you in it.”
"Do you really like it?”
“You bet I do.”
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21“Then 1 11 tell you about it,” and she told him the incident of the pink taffeta dress.
“Well," he said sheepishly, “since you have confessed I guess I will. I’m no son of a classmate of your mother’s.”
Frances dimpled sweetly.
“I knew all along you weren’t.”
“My mother was educated at home, she never went to school.”
He was aghast at the idea.
“Say, I guess you thought I was awful, didn’t you?”
“W—e—1—1, no, not really.”
“No—o—o—o.” And in spite of her mischievous eyes he was satisfied.
WHAT A SOPHOMORE THINKS OF THE SENIORS
“O, wad the powers some giftie gie us
To see our sels as ithers see us.” —Burns.
As it is too late for the class of 1922 to profit greatly by these criticisms, we are bequeathing them to future classes for all time.
Class of 19221
If, in this article, I am expected to pay a flowery tribute to the Seniors, and flatter them beyond all reason, I can do so. But, as is my custom, I much prefer to be very frank. What 1 think of the Seniors can best be stated in two words. To make my meaning clear to all, I will express my sentiments in several languages.
When asked what we think of something that doesn't much appeal to us, we say in Latin “Non Multum,” in French “Ne Pas Beaucoup,” in German, “Nicht Viel,” in plain English, “Not Much.” Now this is exactly what I think of the Seniors. They by their own actions have brought this verdict upon themselves. When I say “they,” I by no means include every member of the class, as some have very lovely and sweet dispositions and I have the great privilege of including some among my best friends.
Nevertheless, as I said before, they have brought this upon themselves. I am unaccustomed to “knocking,” but there is a time for everything. They act as if they owned the teachers, the building, and all the pupils, expecting the latter to bend their knee, and do “ them’ ’ homage. My information does not come from hearsay, nor is it circumstantial evidence, but it is first hand.
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24My friend and I were in a crowd one day, and somebody in the rear repeated something familiar and we laughed. It was natural that some Seniors, having heard us laugh, wondered what we knew about it. But soon this came to our ears.
“What then? Sophs from last Thursday?” they repeated with much superiority.
We took it too good naturedly, but it cut deep.
Also I can distinctly remember in the lunch room when I was “a stranger in a strange land,” that this came to my ears:
“She needs a step-ladder.”
Could I help I was short?
“They” must not forget that “they” weren’t always Seniors, and that that same step-ladder that was wished for me might have been used by “them” three years before. These and similar occurrences have not raised the Seniors in my estimation.
In about two years I expect to be a Senior but 1 hope I shall always bear in mind that whether speaking to a “Freshie,” “Soph,” “Junior,” or “Senior,” it will be in kindness.
In the main room at the noon recess two girls were holding a low conversation with each other. One was a Freshman, in the main room for the first time, named Mary Shaw. The other was a Sophomore, who thought herself far above the Freshmen and whose name was Jane Roderick.
Who are the girls passing down the center aisle?” asked thae Freshie.
“Why, they are our dignified Seniors,” answered the wise Soph.
“Are they Seniors?” said the astonished Miss Shaw. “Why, those are the same girls who made a mistake in passing last period. I didn’t think Seniors ever made mistakes.”
“You have a lot to learn,” said the wise Miss Roderick. “ Theyv do walk around with their heads in the air and judging from appearances, you would think they knew everything that is to be known. But you know appearances are often deceiving. They are the highest class in the school and when I was a Freshie I was scared to death if one should look at me and start to giggle. Now that I am a Soph, I know a little better and know that they make as many mistakes as any one. Once in a great while they will smile down on you with such a patronizing, air that it makes you feel two inches high. Since I am a Soph, I don't mind them. Taking every thing together, they act as though they were the only girls who had ever reached their senior year and the only ones who ever will be Seniors.”
What does a Sophomore think of a Senior? Let a Sophomore answer that question.
Of course, the Seniors belong to that fortunate race who are going to graduate soon if they are lucky and go out into the wide, wide world where knowledge is power. The Seniors have privileges which are by right theirs as a reward of faithful work.
What shall I do when I am a Senior? Shall I lord it over every one and look at the Freshmen in that sympathetic way? Shall I appreciate my privileges? Shall I study as hard as some Seniors I know do? Shall I have that very condescending way of looking down at underclassmen? Shall I have such a vivid coloring? Shall I talk about such interesting things in the lunch room? Such deep things? Shall I have pasty color-
ing that needs help and comes from late hours? Shall I make a great deal of noise up in the south gallery?
Of course,, there are some very nice Seniors. I am just speaking about ‘‘Miss General Average,” the kind that spends most of her time wondering if somebody is looking at her and realizing how superior she is; the kind that devotes a great deal of time in school hours to arranging her hair.
This particular Sophomore thinks that Seniors generally take themselves too seriously. They have too big an idea of their own importance. They seem to look upon Presides as funny little things that have sprung up and must be tolerated. They appear to regard Sophomores as worthy of little more notice than the Presides. They know it will be a sad day for the school when they must graduate and pass out and leave the standing of the Senior class to be maintained by such incompetents ns “Those chattering Juniors!”
All this is what a Sophomore knows a Senior thinks. But it is all wrong. A Sophomore doesn’t think there is anything so wonderful about being a Senior. You just grow into one, providing you breeze through your examinations. This makes us Sophs wonder why Seniors have the nerve to look amused, if not they actually snicker, when one of us gets up to recite. Of course, it must sound funny to them to hear a correct answer.
And the airs the Seniors put on as they strut into the lunchroom! Whew! One can almost hear them say: “How annoying it is to have to lunch with these ordinary Sophomores!” You can tell they are Seniors from the noise and confusion they cause over buying their few pennies’ worth of lunch. We wonder whether class manners will change by the time we get to be Seniors.
Editor’s Note—Two years hence, when these same Sophomores become Seniors, will they act the same exalted' way? We wonder—and hope not.
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Oh, mother, must I go to school today? It’s Monday and I haven't started my lessons. I’ve grot a chemistry exam, that I’m sure I won’t know. Jean apprehensive of refusal quickly put the question to her mother. I inally coaxingly came, “Besides, I could help you prepare for Aunt Jane’s visit to dinner.”
“No, Jean, 1 11 manage to struggle through the day without your help. You’d better go.” Mother was often guilty of such sarcasm when one was out of sorts. So it seemed to her daughter.
Oh, I don t want to go. hy can’t school start on Tuesday or Wednesday? And then there’s that awful visit of Aunt Jane’s to look forward to! Why must she come today? I believe it’s just because she wants to be meaner and comes on a day when so many disagreeable things happen.”
“Jean! Please don’t speak in that manner of your aunt. I know she is peculiar but then you must realize that she is older and treat her with respect.”
“Oh, mumsy! I’m not a saint like you, but I’ll do my level best. She does say the meanest things. She tells you that you buy me too many clothes and that you let me have my own way too much. And then she remarks that I’m getting sallow and skinny and that I’m not nearly as good-looking as you and don’t in the least look like her side of the family. As if I’d want to! Well, if I must I’ll go, but I know everything will go dead wrong.”
“No, Jean, not if you are determined to have everything dead right.”
With a hasty kiss Jean ran out the door and down the street. She had lingered too long to remonstrate and it was too late to do unprepared lessons. There were those forgotten “math.” problems. Would there never be an end to her troubles?
I he bell rang. Her first class and not a thing studied! Never again would she stay at Letty’s making fudge until it was too late to do any studying. Naturally Jean was called on first to recite. Stumbling through something you don't know won’t do. One zero towards her next month’s report! She knew now she wouldn’t win the furs dad had promised for a good record.
At last the bell rang. What a relief. Now to the hated “math.” here was her pocketbook.' Gone somewhere that Jean knew not. Well, she’d manage without. All through this period Jean shivered apprehensively. When was the teacher going to ask for the problems? Again te bell sounded and Jean escaped. One punishment was not going to fall. Not so bad.
Up to the ’ lab.” Jean slowly made her way to the dreaded ogre— Chemistry . I he instructor made no preparations. What was he going to do? At last he made an announcement. “Because of the importance of an experiment we have missed, I am going to demonstrate for the benefit of the class. Now watch closely".” Jean watched every movement of the instructor.
All through the day she went into classes apprehensively. Sometimes she was called upon and bluffed it through; more often, sad to say, she couldn’t.
By’ dismissal time she was quite weak. She’d have to stay and finish her French. Considering that she’d gotten through “math.” and “chem.” so easily, it wasn’t so bad. But that awful visit tonight. Ye Gods!
Homeward bound. It was great to be out. You could count on it
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30that she was going to study hereafter. The fun wasn’t worth the suspense. She might as well make the best of Aunt Jane.
There was “mumsy" at the window. Of course, she was always smiling a welcome, but didn’t it look extra brilliant? It was “comfy” to get home.
“Jean, Jean, come in here, please.”
“Yes, muddy! What do you want?”
“I want to tell you that Aunt Jane wrote that she couldn’t come, but she sent a check for twenty-five dollars for your birthday. She always did like your spirit. Isn’t that great, dear?”
“Great! It sure is! She’s a dandy. May I do with it as I pljease? Oh. heavens! Do you know this Monday wasn’t so blue after all?”
HITCH YOUR WAGON TO A STAR Grace J. Went .el
The telephone on Paul DeLaure’s desk buzzed loudly.
“Hello, there! That you, Del?”
Yes,” Del, as his friends called him, answered in a drowsy voice. “I’ve been trying to do this trigonometry for the last half hour, and I’m good and tired. Did you get yours?”
“No but I don’t care. Did you see the evening paper?”
“No, I had to do these pesky lessons.” “Then you don’t know the news. You wanted to get into the II. S.L. Club, didn’t you?”
By this time, Paul was wide awake.
“Well, 1 guess I did. Did they choose the fellows? Who are they?”
“Bob Williams and Eddie Hausen."
“Yes, who else?”
“And you and I,’’.came the triumphant voice.
“Us! Oh, Ted! you’re not kidding, are you? Is it really true." ’
“Sure, aren’t we as good as the other fellows?”
Paul’s chest raised perceptibly.
“Oh, I suppose so. But it seemed too good to be true. Come, over and tell me about it."
“All right, I’ll come over at once.”
Del hung up the receiver and sank down into his chair with a deep sigh of bliss. W hat did it matter if he couldn’t get his trigonometry? That didn’t matter if he couldn’t. That didn’t make the whole world wrong. He was really a member of the H. S. L. Club.
Del had often heard the expression, “Hitch your wagon to a star,” and from the time he was old enough to understand its meaning, he had determined to do so. He felt sure that a person could have as many wagons and stars as he wanted.
At this time, his particular star was the presidency of the H. S. L. Club. H. S. L. stood for High School Literary Cub, which was made up of the “prominent” young folks of Coledale.
“Ted” Anderson brought the evening paper with him.
Here it is,” he exclaimed excitedly. He read part of the article aloud.
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32“All aforesaid new members will meet in the old Episcopal Graveyard at 9:15 of October 18. There they will await the H. S. L’s. Robert Williams will wait at Hiram Hodgkin’s grave; Edward Hansen and Theodore Anderson will wait at Jud Jones’s grave; Paul DeLaure will wait at his great grandfather Hassel’s tomb. 1 he young ladies may wait where they wish.
“The initiation!” said Paul.
“Pooh! Who’s afraid of grave yards and dead people? I’m sure I’m not.”
“Oh, I’m not either.”
“Now if we were a bunch of girls, we wouldn't do it.”
“Maybe some girls wouldn’t, but I bet every one that they have chosen, will.”
“Oh, well, they are pretty good sports. I don’t know about that new girl.”
“Who? Arlene Brenner?”
“.Yes, isn’t it funny that they selected her? She is a new girl and they hardly know anything about her.” .
“I wonder what the composition subject will be this time. I am going to try hard to win the presidency.” t
“You have a pretty good chance of winning it. Now, I can t write, and not an essay to save my life.”
“Oh, you can.”
“Well, not as good as you.”
‘ ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t have a quarter. I’m broke.”
The next evening the boys set out for the cemetery. At the gate they met the new girl members. The girls seemed a little excited, but they were all “game” as they proudly told the boys. They all took their respective places, silently. It seemed to be a solemn; affair. Ev.en the wind howled through the trees, on the other side of the cemetery.
After waiting for what seemed ages to the boys and girls, they heard a low chanting. White figures appeared in the woods, then, as they came nearer, the chanting grew louder, and the white figures took shape. It was a long line of sheeted boys and girls, chanting to the accompaniment of the dreary October wind. They formed a circle about the new members, sinking to their knees. One, the president ol the club, took
his stand in the center. •
“We arc assembled here tonight,” he said, “in the name of the High School Literary Club, to admit eight new members into the mysterious order. Every club has, or at least ought to have, an initiation for its new members. Initiations are not really dangerous. They are merely tests, by which your true courage is made known. Tonight the usual course will be followed. Now will Air. 1 heodore Anderson please step forward?”
Ted’s knees were shaking, lie wasn't afraid, just a bit neivous. “Now, Mr. Anderson, here is a stool. When I count three, get down on your knees on this stool and say your prayers.”
“One, two, three!”
Poor Ted knelt, but not on the stool. It had been snatched from beneath him. He afterwards said that, even though it was a grassy spot, his nose received a “pretty good bump.”
“Paul DeLaure! Hands up! The next minute some one had poured a glass of ice cold water down each of his coat sleeves.
After the eight had gone through performances similar to these, they were ordered to stand in a line. Icy figures blindfolded them, then some-
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31thing cold and slippery was passed from one to the other. This time the girls screamed. Then the handkerchiefs were removed. The ghosts had disappeared, and in their place, stood eighteen laughing boys and girls. Everybody talked at once, and all was confusion until Frank Mason, the president, called for order.
“Listen! This year, as usual, the boy or girl who writes the best essay will be our president. There must be no names on your manuscripts. Each contestant will get a number. Any one who wishes to enter the contest will sigh before he leaves. Of course, as you know, it has always been the custom that new members must write an essay. The subject for this year is ‘Great Men of America and What We Owe Them.’ These essays must be handed in a week from today. On the first of November the name of the winner will be announced. That will be the first meeting of the H. S. L. Club this year. You are dismissed.” On the way home the boys discussed the happenings of the evening. “What do you think of the subject?” asked 'fed
“Oh, it is great. Hut there are fellows in the club who have more practice than I.”
“Oh, you will get it. That’s almost certain. You might as well count the girls out of it. A girl never did get it, and she won’t this time. There is Bob Robertson. He is pretty good, but his English is rather bad. I think you can win it if you try hard.”
“I hope so.”
“Wish you luck.”
Paul spent hours in writing his essay, but he felt sure that his time was not wasted. Days of anxiety followed until the evening of the announcement came. The evening passed slowly, but at last Frank Mason arose to announce the winner of the contest. All eyes were turned eagerly toward him as he said, “The winner of the essay is—Arlene Brenner.” There was a moment of silence, then loud applause broke forth. Arlene Brenner! Who would have thought it? Ted and Paul exchanged glances. The latter smiled through it all. What did it matter after all? He would just change his star, and Arlene Brenner was a nice girl. She deserved the presidency of the H. S. L.
After the meeting was over, Paul asked Arlene if he might walk along home with her.
“I’m glad that you won the contest,” he said.
“Oh, I didn’t expect it. Everybody said that you would win.”
“I did want it, but since it is you, it is much better.’’
“I wanted it, too, for I thought it was a step to bigger things. I want to be an authoress some day.”
“Do you write much?”
“Oh, a little. I hope to improve. My motto is “Hitch your wagon to a start.”
“How queer! That is my motto, too.”
“Really? And what is your star?”
“Till tonight it was the presidency of the H. S. L’s. but I have changed it now.”
“Whatever it is, I wish you success.”
“My star is the president, now.”
“I still wish you success,” she said with a coquettish smile.
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38THE STORY OF WALAKA Sara M. Herbein
Many years ago, before the white man came to this country, the chief of a small Indian tribe, the pitiful remnant of a nation which had once been large and powerful, called together the sages and warriors of the tribe. • They gathered about the council lire with grave faces, for they knew what their chief had in mind. Famine had laid his spectre hand over the village and had claimed many braves and their squaws. Now famine was the evil which the Indian most feared and which he constantly prayed the Great Spirit to avert. It seemed as though the Great Spirit had forsaken them; he did not send rain to make the grass grow; the rivers did not run and no fish lived in them; their cattle died and the deer had gone to more fruitful regions.
The council lasted long that night. The moon rose and waned, the stars began to grow pale; still they sat, a silent circle, with their stern faces fixed on the fire and their blankets wrapped lightly around them. They knew not what to do. They could not lead the tribe far away from the shores of the lake, for the squaws and children were too weak for a long journey and the tribes in the regions nearby were their enemies.
The dark, star-studded curtain of the night was lifted, and the cold gray dawn took its place before they knew what to do. Several times a hungry wolf howled long and dismally on a distant mountain top. A few of the younger braves muttered, “Ugh!” but that was the only sign they gave that they had heard. At length, an old warrior arose and stood, tall and fierce, in the light of the dying fire. Then he spoke slowly. •
“The Great Spirit has forsaken his people. He has sent the deer to other plains, he has taken the fish out of the river, he does not let his rain fall, and our crops and our cattle die. Now our people are dying. But we must save them. Let us give the daughter of the chief, our little Walaka, to Ouoko, who has long sought her in marriage, and he will give us food to save our people. If we do this our sons will honor us as long as the mountains stand and the rivers run.”
Then the chief arose with a stern face and said, “If it is the will of the tribe, so be it.”
The Great Spirit had bestowed many gifts on little Walaka. Her eyes were two stars which he had taken from the blue sky, her black braids were bits cut from the wings of night, her 1 ips were painted with the dye of many berries. She was as swift as a deer and as graceful as a swallow. Her laugh was like a gurgling of the water and her voice like the sighing of the wind.
It was true that Ouoko had for a long time urged Walaka to be his bride, but she had ever refused. Running Elk, the son of the chief of a far distant tribe, had wooed and won her, and, as her father had agreed to their betrothal, she was loath to forsake it. But when her father told her that it was the only way to save her people, she said, “For my people I will marry Ouoko.”
But that night she knelt by the shore of the lake and prayed to the Great Spirit to save her from her fate. All night she entreated and implored him to look kindly upon her. The Great Spirit heard and was moved. He sent his rains and filled the rivers. The grass began to grow, the deer returned and fish again played in the streams. There was no longer any need to sacrifice the beautiful Walaka.
39Ere the passing of many moons Running 1 21 k came to claim his bride. For many days tlie tribe feasted and made merry, and then they settled down to enjoy the blessings brought them by the prayers of the daughter of the chief.
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C. IL CONTOS, Prop.ANITA’S DREAM ARBOR
A slight breeze played joyfully through Anita’s golden ringlets. Anita had light bobbed hair, clear blue eyes, and a nose that was slightly pug. At this particular moment she was sitting in a little arbor at heir favorite pastime which was day-dreaming. Her dreams were usually of her Prince Charming whom she had not seen for twelve long years.
It was when she was still pondering over lessons at the age of nine that she met her Prince. She pictured him now a handsome young man, tall, with dark hair and hazel eyes. A smile could be seen playing around her lips whenever she thought of the many oranges and other goodies he had bestowed upon her in those school days. The memory of them was very sweet to her. She lived on the one hope that somp day she would meet him, she knew not where. Perhaps it might be at the theatre, dance, or at the house of a friend. She dreamed of what she would do and what she would say when she saw him.
A rustle of the leaves awakened Anita from her sweetest of dreams. She was sure she heard footsteps approaching and turned in thd direction of the sound. Did her eyes deceive her." Was she still dreaming? What had happened? There he stood, tall and stalwart, dark and handsome, her Prince Charming.
“I beg pardon,” said the intruder, ‘‘but I was not aware that I was intruding on a fairy dreamland.”
Anita blushed and granted his pardon, saying, ‘‘I’m not sure about the fairy part but the other was quite true.”
Upon hearing her voice, the young man looked at her more closely. He seemed to recognize a former acquaintance.
‘‘May I take the liberty to ask the name of the Queen of the Fairyland upon which I intruded?” he said. ‘‘She seems to bear a great resemblance to some one I knew long ago.”
‘‘May it please you, Mr. Intruder, my name is Anita Howard.”
‘‘Anita Howard, of all surprises, this is the most pleasant! I wonder if our Fairy Queen remembers her humble admirer of school days.” ‘‘Bobby Bert,” said Anita, ‘‘this is a most pleasant intrusion.”
‘‘I answer to that very name,” said he, ‘‘except the ‘by’ is left off and they call me plain Bob.”
‘‘Won’t you sit down and tell me where you’ve been and what you are doing? It certainly does bring back pleasant memories of school days to see you. I have lost track of all the other boys and girls since I left the old home town. May I know what wind blew you here?”
‘‘A north wind, may it please you,” answered Bob. ‘‘I have been helping Dad in his business and decided I needed a vacation. An uncle of mine bought the estate adjoining this on the right and I accepted an invitation to spend some time with him. He is a bachelor and wishes me to help fix up the old mansion into something like home. Is this your residence or is it, too, just a visit.'
‘‘I am keeping house for daddy in that house yonder,” she said, pointing to a beautiful home partly hidden by trees. Mother died three years ago and ever since he insists on my being head of the household.” Their conversation ran back to the time of the oranges and goodies, and they both laughed at their childish fancies. All through this conversation Bob did not miss one move or point of beauty in this fair girl. Bob bid farewell to his former chum but just until the next day. He promised to come the next day to be presented to her daddy.
43. ca,pe at the promised time and every day during the length of his visit. They went riding, walking and sometimes had quiet chats in the little dream arbor.
The day of Bob’s departure came all too soon. He came to bid her farewell and also for a promise' to be permitted to return very soon. This time they strolled to the arbor for it seemed to be the most appropriate place because it was there they met. They sat in the arbor and somehow words were beyond them. Finally Bob broke the silence.
“Anita, may I take the liberty to ask you the subject of your dreams on that day of intrusion? Surely such an old friend can be let into the secret.”
« TJle Prince Charming of my Fairyland,” she answered, blushing, was the cause of my dream. I have dreamed of him for twelve long years and though he has changed in appearance he has not done so otherwise.”
. .Anita, my school-day sweetheart, may I hope your Prince Charming once went by the name of Bobby.”
Thus, into this Fairyland of Dreams, of which Anita was Queen, went Bob Bert, an intruder, and came out the King of her heart.
Aunt Polly who had been visiting Slaters, asked the daughter, Peg, who she liked best.
Peg replied, “Bill.”
Aunt Polly—“And who next?”
Aunt Polly—“Why, when does your father come in?”
(absently)—Oh! about 2 o’clock in the morning.”
Kit Hamel “I am going to give some of this fudge that I made to Ferdie tonight when he calls.”
Peg White Well, you can do as you like, but I wouldn’t discourage a nice young man like that.”
D- L.—“I am soon going to diet.”
R. Bibbus—“Dye what?”
• Dot S.—“Are you getting subscriptions, Rosie?”
Rose Weyman Indeed not, I m too busy keeping house.”
Tocher in Lit. class Who would obtain the crown providing Macbeth died?
Grace Bushong—“W hy, Banquo’s ancestors.
Teacher—“Wrhat is salad valued for?”
Ruth Bibbus—“Its large amount of fat.”
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J?° J Wfill you please give me two dips of chocolate ice cream?” Server I can give you one of chocolate and one of custard, because we must stretch the chocolate.”
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45DAISY’S PROBLEM Mae A. Maurer.
“What a contrary place this old world is!” sighed Daisy, as she sat alone in the Rose Arbor at the home of her two Aunts, the Misses Green. “Here I am ready to go to college and no one willing to let me go. If they were too poor to send me, I would not say anything, but the only reason for not letting me go is their idea that women should be charming society buds and nothing else. I know that if mother and daddy were living they would surely let me go.”
Suddenly, out of the storm came one of daddy’s old friends; namely Richard Brown. “Dear Old Dick,” as she called him, was very Hond of Daisy and after hearing her story, he decided that if it was possible she should surely go to college.
The aunts, however, flatly refused to agree to any plan that Mr. Dick proposed. Dick saw that at the present time it would be impossible to do anything with the two women, so for the time being he dropped the proposition, but he did not forget it. Indeed, he thought of it a great deal. He thought of several plans by which he could make the women come to his terms, but they all seemed impossible. Daisy, who in the meantime was getting very anxious, was also thinking of some plans and finally one day the two of them, Daisy and Dick, decided :,upon a plan which they resolved to try out at a fitting time.
In the course of a few days Daisy was invited to a week-end party at the home of some of her friends, who lived a few miles distant from her own home. Daisy’s aunts told her that she might accept the invitation and it was decided that she should leave on Friday afternoon. When Dick heard of the proposed trip he decided that this would be a fine time to try out their plan. He told Daisy his idea and slier readily consented that this would indeed be a good opportunity. The long-waited for time had arrived.
Immediately, Dick sent a telegram to Daisy’s friends, telling them that she would not arrive until Saturday afternoon. Her aunts were not to know of this change in her plans and she was to leave home on Friday as was decided, but instead of going to the home of her friends she was to go to the home of Dick Brown and remain there until Saturday, for they had decided to try out the plan that night.
On the night of Friday, July 13, 19— at the ghostly hour of midnight, the Misses Green were awakened from a calm and peaceful sleep by the loud banging of a door somewhere in the left wing of the house. The two very frightened women sat upright in bed nervously gripping the bed clothes, while the sound of banging doors seemed to be getting closer and closer each moment. Oh, what a terrible feeling came over the sisters! They tried to cry out, but they could not, for it seemed as though they were transformed into stone. Suddenly the door of their boudoir was thrown open and immediately the room seemed to be Hooded with a blinding light. Into the bright space came the figure of their younger sister, the mother of Daisy, who was dead these many years.
Slowly and distinctly the ghostly apparition began to speak. “My dear sisters,” it began, “on my death bed I asked you to take my child and raise her as your own. You promised to do so and you have kept your word up to this time, but now she is very anxious to go to col lege , and you refuse to let her. It is my wish that she always have what she most desires.”
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool: avoid him.
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is simple: teach
He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep: wake him. Hut he who knows, and knows that he knows, is a wise man: follow him.—Arabian Proverbs.
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48The light disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the room in total darkness and unoccupied except for two very excited and penitent women.
When Daisy returned from her trip she found two kind and loving aunts who were ready to allow her to go to college.
The plan worked and with the opening of the fall term Daisy entered college and is now very happy because she has had her desire and also the good will of her aunts.
Id ion— j
THE HAPPY SPRING Marion K. Nagle, '22 Feb.
Clear and cool the bubbling spring.
First appears and then does sing;
Down over rock, rill and nook,
Down till it reaches the dashing brook.
Onward and onward it runs,
Gathering the cold, clear dew as crumbs; Keeping its rhymes as it hurries along. Away to the river free and strong.
Along the wall where the church hell rings, Under the fence where the locust sings.
Here again to its delight
It plays with the sun along with its flight.
Down to the ocean so big and blue,
It is ever as gay as beautiful youth;
Hut it beats itself on the rocky shore And moans for its happy days of yore.
Ethel Zimmerman A piece of chewing gum.
Mary Cotterel—The Song called Hobbie.
Kathleen Heisler A good book.
Elizabeth Souder A good book.
Minnie Slier—More height.
Dorothy Woodruff More height.
Evelyn Renninger Latest styles.
Dorothy Scholl—Latest styles.
Lucille Zwally— Remedy for bashfulness.
Marie Booth—Common sense.
Ruth Bibbus—Common sense.
Nannie Shulley—More pep.
Lottie Kershner—.More pep.
Helen Rentschler—A ride in the “Jordan.”
Catharine Wolff—A beau.
Margaret Wem—Power to debate.
Ethel Thalmer—Power to debate.
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50BEAUTIFUL SPOTS ABOUT BERKS COUNTY
1. On Ncvertink Ml. 2. Schuylkill River. 3. Near Pinnacle in Winter. 4. Antietam Lake. S. Along the Bernvillc Road. 6. Klappcrthaloov'T esv1hlft) Students of the G. H. S.
First come the Freshmen—bless their hearts!
Out here and in’there a little Freshie darts, Trying to remember, trying to recall,
What Miss Mayer has told her, in Assembly Hall, _ Algebra is a puzzle, science is something new,
But to fail in either—that would never do!
Whatever is the meaning of that so-called “single file?”
It’s one behind the other coming up the aisle.
It really is amusing, when a Freshman’s face you greet,
It’s filled with much anxiety—’cause she cannot find a But never mind, dear Freshies, although now you’re grassy green. Some day over others, you too will brightly gleam.
'I hen come the Sophomores—who think they know it all;
Ranked beside the Freshmen, they seemed so very tall.
First they try and master French with all its rules.
Then they sit and wonder why it’s taught at all in schools.
Will they ever learn the passing in movement number one?
When this they have accomplished, then I think their work is done. Ot drawing they are very fond, and are proud, as proud can be.
When after several lessons, they’ve learned to draw—a tree. Whatever is that odor, arising from below,
It’s some one in the f)om. Sci. Lab. burning cookie dough.
Xow please don’t got excited, for that would be absurd.
Just crack a smile upon your face, and don’t dare breathe a word.
Now we have the Juniors—who think they are so smart,
Trying to remember rules in business art.
Geometry is a problem they find very hard to solve,
They try and try until at last, their very brains revolve.
First they draw a circle, then they draw a square.
But for rules in shorthand they do not seem to care.
We hear the tap, tap, tapping of many, many keys.
And are glad to know that typing with most of them agrees.
I hey laugh, and shriek, and misbehave down in the lunch room hall. Until at 3:10 after school, they’re obliged to make a call.
Well, now don’t feel offended, because we’ve nothing else to tell;
But always please remember that it’s the Seniors who wish you well.
At last ourselves—“The Seniors”—the pride of the G. II. S.??????
The quiet little angels who never get in a mess.
We know so little of Literature, it really is a shame.
1 hat hardly a girl in ti e whole c.f our class knows how to spell the name. In Botany we rack our brains, and vainly try and find The methods of reproduction in a flower of a certain kind.
You wonder why we’re dignified?—I’m sure I cannot tell,
But wait till you are Seniors, then perhaps you’ll know quite well.
We feel that we’ve been loyal, we feel that we’ve been true,
We feel we’ve had the spirit that Seniors usually do,
But now our days are numbered, and we are well content,
To know our days at Reading High have certainly been well spent.j HE large, new addition, which has doubled the store’s door area, is evidence of our faith in the city’s growth and the soundness of our store policy founded on •Mi years of service.
With more room the store looks ever so much more attractive, and, of course, it permits of broadening the services and doing a lot of things we couldn't accomplish before.
DIVES, POMEROY STEWART
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Miss Ruth A. Klein, Class of 1917
On the strength of her collegiate standing, Miss Klein, who is a recent graduate from Goucher College, was awarded the Johns Hopkins fellowship in medical sociology. Johns Hopkins is one of the foremost universities of the country.
Miss Helen E. Houck, Class of 1918
Miss Houck, a Senior student at Syracuse University, has been elected to membership in the Phi Beta Kappa fraternity, the honor fraternity that was founded at William and Mary College, Virginia, in 1776. Admission to Phi Beta Kappa is based on meritorious work and high scholarship, and is one of the highest academic honors in any college. Only five out of the five hundred members of Miss Houck’s class were honored in this way.
Miss Houck s work throughout her course has been of such excellence that she has been allowed to complete her college work in three and one-alf years instead of the usual four.
Miss Olga Pfau, Class of 1919
Miss Pfau, now a Junior at Syracuse University, has also been making a very good record at college, having a high grade in all her subjects and a particularly good grade in mathematics. Xo student in Sophomore mathematics maintained a higher average than Miss Pfau.
Miss Millicent B. Rex, Class of 1919
Miss Hex was recently awarded highest honors for scholarship at Wellesley College. The award was made by President Pendleton before the entire student body.
Miss Mary E. Steinmetz, Miss Mabel Stoudt, Class of 1920 February
Miss Steinmetz and Miss Stoudt, now Sophomores at Mt. Holyoke College, were two of the four members of their class to receive honorable mention in the awarding of the Florence Purington Prize. This prize is awarded annually to that one of the five Freshmen taking the highest rank during the year. It is a very unusual occurrence to have two of these five students come from the same high school.
Miss Marian J. Kaucher, Class of 1920 June
Miss Kaucher was signally honored by Wellesley College in being admitted to the Freshman Class, after the application list had been closed, because of the unusual excellence of her entrance examination last June.
M iss Julia W. Bower, Class of 1921 February
Miss Bower is doing such excellent work as a Freshman at Syracuse University that she has a grade of 96 in mathematics and no grade in any subject less than 90.
Miss Emily L. Miller, Class of 1921 February'
For the excellence of her entrance examinations, especially in Latin and mathematics, Miss Miller received a scholarship, from Mt. Holyoke College, where she is now a Freshman. Scholarships are rarely awarded by this college to entering Freshmen.
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56THROUGH A LATTICED WINDOW Caroline Fox
Behind her latticed window, little Fire-blossom sighed contentedly. Was it not the third night of the silver moon and he with the bold, slanting eyes had not missed a night, not a single night, in passing by. Fire-blossom would answer his meaning glance with a delicate droop of her eyelids, while he would cast that bold look of admiration towards her window, where she stood almost hidden by the silk, poppy draperies.
And well he might, for Fire-blossom was all that her name indicated. She possessed complexion like the blossom, with a glowing spot on each round cheek, eyes like two bright stars, and two rows of teeth as even and well matched as pomegranate seeds.
Wu Lang’s admiration was well founded. His eyes grew bolder, and Fire-blossom thrilled with the certain knowledge that he loved her, a never-before-experienced thrill, for was not Wu Lang a handsome and strong young man?
So, she waited again this evening with shy impatience. But the evening grew into night and he did not come. The Chinese maiden’s heart was heavy as she drew the silken curtains for the night—when a gentle breeze stirred a sound like a sibilant whisper, and at her feet lay a tiny note. Fire-blossom’s hand fluttered downward like a little leaf blown by the wind and stooping hid the note in her silk kimona. Enchanted, she sat cross-legged on her mat, near her bowl of steaming rice and hot fragrant tea, drew the note from the bosom of her gown, and read:
“Dear Little Fire-blossom:
My eyes have rested on your beauty many evenings and 1 would wed thee and claim thee as my own. But, alas, our Most ' Honorable fathers belong to different tongues, so thy doors are closed to me. Is it not true, I have seen love shining out of the two stars thou hast for eyes, love for even me, Wu Lang? If this be true, meet me tomorrow night at the bridge leading over the Grand Canal.
(Signed) WU LANG.” Fire-blossom read the love note many times. Her cheeks glowed like the dashing poppies, her black eyes sparkled. That night she slept little. The next day even Hop Lo, the old Chinese servant in her Most Honorable father’s house, saw that the little maiden was weighing some ponderous matter in her head. He also knew of the Most Honorable’s plans for his daughter. ' -
Wee Ling needed ready money. He could get two thousand pieces of gold paid to him, from the coffers of Lee You, the Evil One; but Lee You wanted a price for his gold, and his eyes, alsQ, had studied for many times the beauty of Wee Ling’s daughter. Therefore, he watched the love affair with jealous eyes.
Hop Lo, seeing that a dark storm would appreach, decided to help Fire-blossom if it cost him his head.
Secretly, the old servant found the note well-hidden back of the rice wall in Fire-blossom’s room. He pondered over the note, and an inscrutable smile covered his face. Half-closing his slanting eyes, he planned accordingly.
The next evening Fire-blossom ventured forth timidly, as a well-brought-up Chinese girl should. The moon was hidden, and, repeatedly, strange sounds sent a flutter of fright to the gentle heart of the little
' 57maid. Had she known it, there was nothing to fear, as a faithful shadow clogged her steps until she neared the bridge at the Canal. Her coming was her avowal, and she fluttered timidly into the eager arms of her waiting lover. They looked into each other’s radiant eyes. No intervening bars marred their mutual confession of love. Fire-blossom' told him her father’s plans to wed her to Lee You, the Evil One, on her sixteenth birthday, two weeks from that night. Hut Wu Lang laughed softly as he drew Fire-blossom within the shelter of his arms.
“It is well, little Fire-blossom,” he said gently, “for this night, a week, I sail for the new land, America, to manage a big tea house for my Most Honorable father. And thou goest with me as my bride. Hast thou the courage for so long a voyage with one thou professeth to love?” he demanded boldly.
“I would go with thee even to the ends of the earth,” answered Fire-blossom, “for I love thee.”
Thus it was planned. But as the faithful shadow of Hop Lo stepped out of the darkness, to follow Fire-blossom back to her father’s house, a jeering face appeared, half-hidden back of a mulberry tree. It was Lee You, the Evil One. He had overheard the lovers’ plans, and he would-keep little Fire-blossom from finding her happiness in that far-away America.
How faithful Hop Lo guarded his little care, then! But he ever wore that grim look of satisfaction. Fire-blossom spent the intervening days happily and waited impatiently as one always does when in love.
The longed-for night at last arrived. Fire-blossom tucked her lacquered box of treasured belongings under her arm. As she ventured forth again into the stilness of the night, two shadows pursued her. As she drew near to the Grand Canal one of the shadows hastened ahead. Fire-blossom looked about timidly, her eyes wide with fear for the dark night. But the other faithful shadow still followed her. As if in a dream, the little maid approached the bridge. From out of the darkness the faithful Hop Lo sprang and crept upon a shadowy form at the bridge. Lee You, the Evil One, had tampered with the girder of the wooden bridge. Hop Lo, still wearing that inscrutable smile, bound Lee You, and the Evil One knew, without seeing, that a dagger was pressed tightly against his back—and so, he walked stolidly on.
Thus it happened that, as Wu Lang and his little wife, Fire-blossom, without thought of tragedy, crossed the sea to the land of Happiness, the Evil one crossed the bridge.
TO THE “G’S”
We have a bunch of Freshies stale,
And they are awfully spoiled;
The annex all our brilliant plans Of training them has foiled.
When e’er they get to High School They do anything they please,
And since they’ll soon be Sophomores
They think they’re the whole big cheese.
But never mind, you flighty girls,
You’ll come over soon enough Then we’ll make you think the Annex Was anything but rough.
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I 0! icemen—Beets. Gamblers—Steaks Jewelers—Carrots.
Rounders—Ch ickens. I lu nters—Preserves.
Y eggmen—Crackers. Historians—Dates. Surgeons—Spareri bs. Alienists—Nuts. Lovers—Mush.
Paul S.—“Marie, have you seen Jim?’’
Marie St. Clair—“Jim who?”
Paul S.—“Why, Gymnasium! He wants to use you as a dumb-bell.” Dorothy Woodruff—(To girls in another room)—“How many girls are in there?”
Dorothy—“Well, send half of them out here.”
The wedding ends the romance, And there we close the book, Nor need we care;
The next affair
Is trouble with the cook.
We’ve a brand new assortment of Freshies this year The cunningest darlings you ever did see.
When you ask them their class they say “H” in your ear With voices as frightened as voices can be.
Their skirts and their socks struggle vainly to meet, And their hair-ribbons bob in a scared sort of way, When you tell them a rule they are awfully sweet,
But it never once enters their heads to obey.
They’re afraid to ask questions and they get into scrapes And they think the big Seniors stare horribly, too. When we laugh they get red and make funny mistakes; But stick it out, Freshies, we all were like you.
Did you ever see a Sophomore rushing, crimson into school,
With a fine contempt for Freshies and for every sacred rule?
Ranked as “F" she’s all important but her passing’s one grand squall! “Three ten” strikes her ear-drums sweetly. Is it thus the mighty fall?
This is the pace he walked back home, When busted was his power.
THE “H” GIRLS
TO THE ‘ T’S”Mary Snyder—“Easy, the hair-dresser curls up and dyes and the sculptor makes faces and busts.”
Teacher—“How can you t.ell when a cyclone is coining?”
Freshie—“The weatherman puts a flag out.”
Teacher—“What did the witches promise Banquo?”
Grace Bushong—“They said that his ancestors would be kings after Macbeth.”
•Teacher—“Do plants ever move?”
Mary Barry—“Yes, when the wind blows.”
Teacher—“Why do we put pipes under the ground?”
Freshman—“So we don’t fall over them.”
Teacher—“Mary, what three words are used most in the English language?”
Mary Snyder—“I don’t know.”
Teacher—“Don’t you have anything to do?”
Freshie—“Yes, I just got finished.”
Madeline Gehris—“I thought you took Geometry last term.”
Edna Gill—“I did, but the Faculty encored me.”
Betty Britton—(reading “Macbeth” in English class)—“The child was crowned and held a tree in his hand.”
Teacher—“What kind of a tree?”
Betty Britton—“A palm tree.”
Teacher—(in the Main Room)—“What have you this period?” Freshie—“Nothing; I’m empty this period.”
Jeanette Hunter—(in Chemistry)—“Heat the water until it melts.” Seniors’ Motto—“Don’t study your lesson—lessen your study.”
“A music dealer announces in his window
“A sentimental song.—Thou Hast Loved Me and Left Me for 3c.”
FRESH IES, TAKE NOTICE
Do not stay out later than 9 o’clock, as sleep is essential to growing children.
HEARD IN LIT. CLASS
Teacher—“Miss Scholl, please name one of Macbeth’s bad traits.” “Dot” Scholl—“Why, er—he had the habit of murdering people.”
IN FRESHMEN CLASS
Teacher—“Is there any girl here that can sew on the machine and keep a straight line?”
“Peg” White—“Yes Lean sew straight, only I run off the track sometimes.”
IN PHY. GEOG. CLASS
Teacher—“Define a river.”
Brilliant Scholar—“A place to go canoeing.”
Sound travels at the rate of 400 yards a second—with a few exceptions:
Scandal—1000 yards Flattery—500 yards Truth—2J yards Alarm clock—
extends its heartiest congratulations to every member of the graduating class, with the sincere desire that each member chooses carefully his or her future and by earnest endeavor shall ultimately reach the highest rung of the “[.adder of Success.”
This Reading Institution would be proud, indeed, to prepare you for your chosen work, and aid you in procuring a firm foothold on this “Ladder.”
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01IMAGINE SCHOOL WITHOUT
Windows used for mirrors in cloak rooms.
Teacher—“Miss, you are keeping the dismissal waiting.”
Cute Little Freshmen not knowing the meaning of “Single Hie.”
3:10 and No. 4.
The Sixth period.
The Janitor (That’s the only man we see).
Teacher—“That girl walk.”
Arlene Shollenberger without her haughty air.
Ethel Dickinson without her curls.
Marian Corle and Katherine Hartman not blurting in Latin Class.
.Rosie Weyman not raving about Miss-------
Katherine Althouse not able to answer the teacher's question.
Peggy Wem not blushing.
Ethel Zimmerman not walking fast.
Verna Strawbridge not in mischief or not avoiding the teacher's glances.
Ruth Bibbus not in discipline or not hurrying to school.
Mary Cotterell really quiet for two minutes.
Marie Booth and Ruth Bibbus knowing their Botany lesson perfectly.
Katherine Hartman without her school bag.
Kit Hamel—“Can you put this sentence in the present tense?”—“The deer was awakened by the noise and fled.”
Helen Eagle—“Sure! The deer is awakened by the noise and fleas ’
Teacher—“Describe a very hot day or cold day in ink.”
Stranger in Reading “Have you many different classes of boys in this city?”
Betty—“Only two; those who have autos and those who don’t.”
“If a weeping willow weeps, will a yellow pine?"
“No, but a California redwood.”
STATISTICS OF 1922 JUNE
We think we can impress our readers with our importance if we come down to “brass tacks” and hand ’em cold facts. We are wise, the faculty thinks too wise sometimes, but that is because we are old—twelve centuries, two score and nineteen years old. We have lots of pull (gravity), and if you think that counts a lot ours should, for we weigh four tons, six hundredweight twenty-two and one-half pounds. Our great height one hundred forty-six yards, four feet, six and three-quarter inches gives us a wide outlook. Our past far behind us is very dark. This is traceable to the fifty-two brunettes in our class. But, however, the twenty-seven blondes, we hope, will lighten our future and make it a very bright and happy one.
We had a few more jokes, but Edna Gill said that she rolled out of her cradle laughing at them so we considered them too old to publish.
These jokes may be too stale, but they are punctuated.
We wish to announce the new line of Hetty Wales Dresses now being shown in our store. Come and see them today
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He—“Do you care to cruise with me a bit?”
Clever “Vogue”—“Is this a tippy canoe?”
He—“No, it’s a rowing oak.”
Grocer—“Did you wish mild or strong horse-radish. Miss?
Evelyn Renninger—“About 50 horse-power, please.’
Soda Fountain Clerk—“Do you wish a straw, madam."
Adelaide Romig—“No, I don’t want a straw, I have hay fever already.”
Teacher—(in typewriting class)—“Now, girls, if you don’t.keep better time. I’ll have to use the ruler."
Little fly upon the wall Ain’t you got no sense at all?
Ain’t you got no girlish pride?
Ought to run away and hide.
Where’s the bringing up you had."
Never thought you’d be so bad;
Your behavior’s simply shocking.
Six bare legs and not one stocking.
Peter, Peter, Punkin eater,
Bought and used a carpet beater.
Now the doctor’s down the street,
Beating microbes out of Pete.
I’d rather be a could Be
If I could not be an Are,
For a Could-Be is a May-Be,
With a chance of touching par.
I’d rather be a Has-Been
Than a Might-Have-Been, by far.
For a Might-Have-Been has never been
But a Has was once an Are. —Exchange.
“Did you hear about Mr.----------beating his wife up?”
“No, that couldn’t be.”
“Yes, sure thing, you see it was this way: The other day she got up at 7 o’clock in the morning and he got up a half hour earlier."
We have all heard a great deal about the finger of scorn but the toe has its corn also.
To the fatal class you go,
When your lesson you didn't know.
How you think then of your sins As real activity begins!
Somehow the teacher’s glance will drift To the downcast eyes you cannot lift:
For just as certain as you do Your fate is: She’ll call on you.
Every moment you hold your breath;
The suspense is almost worse than death;
The first bell rings and then, oh, boy!
Your heart begins to swell with joy.
Hut don’t lei your conscience feel quite clear,
The first bell does not mean the end of your fear. Before you’re able to realize it; lo—
The teacher's asked for what you don’t know.
You feebly rise and stare around;
Your brain seems very far from sound,
You try so hard to look quite bright;
Instead you make an awful sight.
And then the second bell chimes in;
Its sound can bring a great big grin.
Under your arm your books you tuck;
The next time you may not have such luck.
“What would you do," the maiden asked,
“If I should turn you down?”
Hut the youth who sat there by her side Uttered never a sound.
Again she asked the question bold;
She was a stubborn lass.
“Oh. pardon me,” the youth replied,
“I thought you meant the gas.”
A tolly young chemistry tough,
While mixing some confounded stuff.
Struck a match to the vial.
And after a while.
They found one of his teeth and a cuff.
“Oh. Lady Fair,”
His voice rang out,
“Oh, Lady, fare.
Or else, get out.”
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It was in the morning; the wind was howling over the tombstones. The snow fell cold and wet on my eyes as I hurriedly wended my way homeward past the huge, black mausoleum on the hill. Slowly before me the Hakes formed—shades of Caesar—a ghost! I stood with mouth agape. Slowly, hollow as the vault beside which I stood, a voice spoke in a mournful tone: “If you were to die tonight, what wouldst thou
At last a wee voice was heard. I scarcely recognized it. “I w-w-w-w-ould like to hear of my former school-day chums."
“Your wish shall be gratified. Tomorrow, the greatest trial in the annals of time is to take place, for some of the illustrious class of 'll Feb., in fact, the best class that ever went out, are to be tried. You see, it was this way. Miriam Posey and Adele Hottenstein, while speeding at five miles an hour in the pride of their heart's, their brand1 new 1800 model Flivvah, ran over accidentally, of course, the six-footer of our class, Kathryn Niedhawk, while on the road to Mercersburg. At the junction of Punkin Center, the constable, Mildred Ehlich, in her new linen duster, stopped the pair. They were sent before Judge O’Regan, the sternest faced person that ever had a name like that. The two attorneys w ere Anna Meals and Martha Silverman. Miriam’s sentence, of ten days’ Hard Labor and forever forbidden on that road again, was imposed by the following unlucky iurv: Viola Lambert, Margaret Fritch.
Kitty Weaver, Annette Auman, Ruth Bach. Edith Coleman, Esther I ) -remus, Emily Kirschman, Emma Heckman, Helen Baish, Viola Fries and Mary Lanche. Think, ladies and gentlemen of the jury; then think of the trial.
The spectral shape before me stopped for a moment, then went on:
“The city of New Y'ork is to get a shock, for Caroline Fox (almost a second Heifitz) and Hazel Scheifele are going to make the city miserable. “Seats can be had for five cents and one cent war tax." Somehow' or other they must have been graduated from the class of do, re me.
While acquiring seats for the concert, my guide met Miriam Moyer, who had accidentally stumbled upon composition for a dye, the most peculiar tone of red usually the color of the hair. She had recently met Dot Levan, who had been appointed scout mistress of Tunerville Center. In the pursuance of her duties she also ran across Helen Nicholson, now an author, her first story, “Romance,” being published in 1B40 in the Farmers’ Monthly.
Our class must have for the most part accomplished their youthful dreams, for Mae Gehret has realized her ambition, and is now doing nothing. Esther Kleinspehn is now on the New York stage, being the foremost toe-dancer of her time; she wears out all her soles. Leah and Carmen have hung out their shingles as notary public and public stenographer, but no one appreciates it (the shingle). Grace Wentzel is now a scenario writer, having overcome her dislike for movies. Irene Zw’oyer and Ruth Milmore have opened a jazz studio, but because of some disagreement, Ruth left her for the ministry. Adelaide Bates is a true missionary of Africa and when last seen was riding an elephant.
The Little Red Church Around the Corner had a very pleasant ceremony when the happy bride, Mae Bard, was married. Cornelia Montz was ring bearer, although too bad she doesn’t bear one of her own. Next
door in a log cabin at Stony Creek, Mr. and Mrs.------, nee Waetzman,
have also settled down.
71By tins time we had come to the side of the. hill, and the peculiar thing at my side stopped for one brief second. Then it resumed the tale in its monotone: “Your class was always more or less a reforming one and the greatest reformer is Helen Witmoyer, who is a stump speaker in the campaign against short dresses and cootie coops. Prominent participants in the same movement are Bessie Selig, who, accompanied by Vera Zehner and Dorothy GraetT, are in the wilds of India trying to teach the natives the use of soap. ’
By some unknown power this inhuman thing learned that Verna Lutz was heard giving her children the same needed advice as her father had given to her in the days of yore, and how strange it sounded now from her: “Now, children, don’t play the victrola; its 11 o’clock.” At last someone has found a remedy for Elizabeth Snyder’s cold. This was none other than Prof, von Schultz. And we can truthfully say that Elizabeth was her first and last victim. He had learned, too, that Ruth I hrom opened up a line arts hall at Seventh and Penn, where she exhibits “Scalps of Young Men 1 Have Met.”
“And your class,” said the spectre, “is by no means unknown in the world of sport. I have heard that Dot Bechtel and Virginia Knerr are shining lights in the American League. Dot Bechtel has become a pitcher and baseball fans fight for box seats at their spirited games. Virginia Knerr is rivaling Babe Ruth and the “King J. Swat” trembles in his throne. If you had gone through the morning papers, you would have seen that Florence Staab has just won the international tennis championship. The greater part of her time is spent in practicing, but in her spare moments she deigns to take walks with her old chum, Ed-winna Stott, now tin greatest botanist in Berks county.”
We walked on and I saw an old woman bending over a tombstone bearing the epitaph, “In memory of Polly, the most human of parrots."
I greeted Irene Curley (for it was she) and she told me he had died while swallowing his tongue.
The spectre cleared his throat and told me more: “Lillian Gold-
smith (sad to say) has not been married but has assumed a dignified air, likewise a pair of tortoise-shell rimmed goggles. She is New York’s most famous journalist.
Looking at the entrance to an immense building we saw a sign printed in red, “Consult the Most Learned Specimen of Mankind.” This place was the abode of none other than our own Sara Herbein.
Mary Byrne and Lydia Roland were still on the musical staff of St. Andrews, but Lydia had risen to the position of organist and Mary had also acquired great experience, directing the young lassies and laddies in their ‘do, re, me’s.’
“Helen Doty and her better half joined resources and opened a school at Stony ('reek. Ruth Jones also joined the ranks of Married Folks and was the sweet wife of a gentle little husband.
"Yes, Katherine Hook became the Dean of Mt. Holyoke, but because of her kind heart she resigned to become a teacher in the fourth grade at Birdsboro.
“ I here was one of our number who was of the good old stuff. Ella Matheson was a wonderful housekeeper and was known to have made the best mince pies in captivity.”
Here the spectre stooped once more and sttxxl for a moment deep in thought. Then he went on, "Polly” Wetherhold has become a surgeon and Joey Mcrtz is assistant at the Hillim Hospital and I can truthfully say that the loss of life is daily increasing.
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73“As for Lena Graeff, she entered High School late, but she has become the fastest woman in the Hast, for she has invented her own airplane.
“When Marian Nagle was ushered into this sad and dreary world, a new yell came, too. Marian has always taken care of this yell and we can’t doubt but that she really does go one higher than Galli-Curci now.
“Beatrice Raudibaugh has decided that she doesn’t Know enough yet, so she has decided to take a term at Schuylkill Sem—Oh! of course, not for knowledge’s sake—but otherwise.
‘‘Virginia Miller was the president of your class and even now she hasn’t put aside her authority, for she rules and prevails over her husband, who is the meekest and humblest human being.
"No, Peg Werner did not stoop to be conquered by matrimony. Instead she ran as candidate for the presidency of the United Anti-Powder League.
“Quite a number of girls have entered the business world. Some time ago ‘The Go Get It Cheap Store’ went bankrupt, whether or not through the capable management of CJemina Bricker and her clerk, Edith Rufe, who now graces a high chair, I cannot say.
‘‘In the distance looms up the imposing Art Shop (231 Maiden Lane), belonging to Misses Bucher, 'Perry and Rothenberger. Every on 3 in a while, don’t-cha-know, that bally old blighter, Francis Rhoda struts in the shop and grabs her few remaining possessions which have kindly been appropriated by the keepers of the Art Shop.
“I noticed the other day that Ruth Stott had opened a dress-making establishment on Penn street and is prospering.
“Harriet Souders always was one of those who believed that ‘Uneasy steps the foot that wears no rubber,’ so she has taken to the air. Any day, I mean evening, she can be seen in her airplane which by the way was made and engineered by Gertrude Reeser (and I add here’ that Gertrude gets the ride free and you may rest assured that before long it was necessary to have a forceps to pick up the pieces)- Harriet’s chief route is Reading—Pottsville—Pottstown—Reading—Cherchez L’Homme.
“Katherine Keppleman, ever since 1922, has resided at 139 North Sixth street, where she reigned as president of the Y. W. C. A.’s of America.”
Now my friend of the graveyard bade me farewell, with this parting message, “The Modesty of the Literary Committee as, a whole forbids me to speak any further about their chums and so we leave the Class of ’22-
BEA 1 RICE RAUDIBAUGH, Chairman. CAROLINE FOX,
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(With apologies to R. L. S.)
I have a little study card that goes everywhere with me.
And what can be the use of it is more than I can see;
It makes me get up early and hurry into school,
And makes me do all sorts of things I think are awfully cruel.
The funniest thing about it I m sure all Seniors know,
It’s got a hundred brothers that are likewise just for show.
And if you dare forget it,
You’ll live to rue the day.
The teacher in the Main Room.“3:10” is sure to say.
She stood before the mirror,
Her eyes were closed up tight;
She tried to sec just how she looked When sound asleep, at night. •
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77ST ATI %TICS
N'nine sin Wants in lie here Usually Chief X lek names
Found Cli a racier is t ic
Auman. Annette Business Woman With Edith
Coleman Studious, quiet Nette
Bach. Kuth Big At home Quiet, small Uachy
Buish. Helen Happy With Mae B. Dreamy Hel’n
Bates. Adelaide Perfect Talker With Helen B. Talkative Batesy
Bechtel. Dorothy Traveler Making Some-
one Happy Quiet Dot
Brlcker. Clemtna Stenog. Near the
Refreshments Fussy (Mini.
Bucher. Elslo Stenog. out with the
"Moon' Moon-struck Bucher
Byrne. Mary Coleman. Edith Curley. Irene Doremus. Esther Doty. Helen Ehrlich. HUdred Fox, Carolyn Fries, Viola
Fritch. Margaret Gehret. Mae Goldsmith. Lillian Graeff, Dorothy
Graeff. Lena Heckman. Emma
Herbein. Sara Hook. Katherine Hottenstein. Adcle tones, Kuth Keppleman. Katherine Kirschmann. Emily Klclnspchn. Esther Knerr, Virginia
Lambert. Viola Lanshe. Mary I evan. Dorothy Lutz. Verna Matheson. Ella Meals. Anna Mertz. Johanna
Miller. Virginia Milmore. Kuth
Moyer. Miriam Nagle. Marion Nicholson. Helen Niedhauk. Kathryn
Phillips. Carmen Posey. Miriam
ltaudibaugh. Beatrice Keeser. (iertrude Rhoda. Frances Roland. Lydia Rufe. Edith Seheifele.' Hazel Selig. Bessie Shultz. Marion Silverman. Martha Snyder. Elizabeth
Souders. Harriet Staab. Florence
Stott. Ruth Terry. Helen Throm. Ruth Waetzman. Row
Wanamaker. Ix ah Weaver. Kathryn NVentzel, Grace Werner. Margaret
Physical trainer Stenog.
Teacher Beach vamp Farmerette I Model Violinist ; Ice-cream
Business Woman Sales Lady
Mathematician College Student Somebody's wife Teacher
Penn Street With Wette Everyplace Seashore
In her automobile With Rose No. I at 3.10 p. Hi. Home- eating
With Frltchy hit—dreaming Home—listening
. No place Kotzen's Lining
Store Reading Library ! With Gin K.
Dance Hall ; Home
I Him. Scl. Teacher Everywhere
Nothing Pianist Ball Player
Movie Star Music teacher Scout Mistress Singer—? Geometry Teacher Lawyeress Pretzel baker
Any place (With the boys ;Ball Game
Movies Home No. -I at 3.10 ji. m. Auditorium ! Home I Carlisle
i In the lunch room
Physical trainer j Not much
of anything! Private
Everywhere Far from
her book:-Sec ret ary out with somebody’s brothei Housekeeper 1“ «’ »» easy-chair
I Book keeper With Giggles
Artist At the movies
I Stenog. Every place
but home!Small. Professional Any place—
Giggler giggling Facetious
Home—being good Very Quiet
Absent-minded Lovable Sma it Witty
Faithful Studious, quiet Good-natu red
Pat Ed Curley Drcmus I Hel’n Billy Foxy
Freezy Frltchy M ae Lill
Dot Lean i Em
Breezy Dreamy Studious
Jolly, good sport Knows nothing Jazzy Talkative.
Funny Fresh Corpulent Jazzy, wild Sweet
Loves to talk Jolly, good-
natu red Joe All around sport jGIn
Sally Hooky I Dole J onesy Kcppy Em'ly
Big llirt Busy
Very lovable Quiet -sometimes Sleepy
Class Baby 1 Somebody’s
Darling;At Mereersburg Private Secretary I Home—studying i Stenog.
■ Nurse Teacher I Stenog.
Old Maid (Tennis Champion 1 Dom. Scl. Teacher Botanist
'itmoyer. Helen •hner. Vera
(Artist I Actress • Married
J Teacher Teacher Anything
; Teacher I Teacher
With the boys Witli Pol W.
At church—why? With Cutey M. Philadelphia Home
With the family At 5 it 10c store Asleep
At her books Philadelphia At a dance On the lecture
Home At church Writing stories At the bungalow With children
With Kitty M.
(Scandalizing Capable ' Excitable j Artistic (Queer duck Boy crazy (Opinionated Quiet
Small, clever Curly hair Noisy—-over
hear her cough? Studious. Jolly Talkative.
Jazz I fled
Augmentative Quiet, small Artistic, witty Flunking
Giggles The Kul
Madge. Midg Curly
Home and ehurch Persevering Homo Delectable
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MUWHO’S WHO IN 1922 FEBRUARY
These members of Class “A” did not have any momentoes of their babyhood, and their loving friends have supplied the omission from present appearances.
Clemina Bricker Esther Doremus Margaret Fritch Lena GraefT
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American House ...............
American Medicine Co..........
Arnold’s Bakery ..............
Auman, T. C...................
Bam ford. M. W................
Beard. H. W...................
Becker Candy Co...............
Bell Meat Market .............
Berks Butter Egg Co...........
Berks Supply Co...............
Bon Ton ......................
Bridegam, V. K...............
Brown, Max ..................
Buel, William ...............
Cafe Strand .................
Carr Schad ................
Capitol Theatre .............
Cole Cycle Co................
Common Sense Shoe Store ....
Consumers Gas Co.............
Corbit Bros.—Plumbers .......
Corbit Bros.—Automobiles ----
Croll Keck ................
Dives, Pomeroy Stewart ....
Dolan, P. J..................
Doty, H. M...................
Dulaney, Bob ................
Dumn Shoe Store..............
Dzerowitz, Max ..............
Eisenbrown, P. F. Sons Co., Inc
Endicott-Johnson Shoe Co.....
Farmers National Bank ......
Farr's Shoe Store ..........
Fries’ Ice Cream ............
Freedman, Lewis ............
Gates, B. D.................
Gerhart, L. Wilson .........
Gilbert Furniture Co........
Good, William N.............
Greenblatt, A. Co.........
('.ring, Thomas R...........
Guldin, D. P................
Gundry Dance Studio.........
Heilman, Robert ............
Heilman’s Confectionery ....
Hintz. J. George ...........
Hyde Park Mfg. Co...........
Ibach, Ruth ................
Japanese Art Store .........
Jepson’s Luncheonette .......
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.. 32 .. 41
.. 47 .. 32 .. 30
.. 50 .. GO .. 42 .. 50
.. 37 .. 75 .. 7G .. 55 .. 30
.. 34 .. G6 .. 42 .. 53 .. 30
... 45 ... 80 ... 30 ... 19
... G9 ... 30
... 16 ... 80 ... 13
Kalbach, James W............
Kauffman, F. A.............
Kauffman Furniture Co. ...
Keen’s Drug Store ..........
Kendal), Estella ...........
Keystone Institute .........
Keystone National Bank ...
Kinney, G. R. Co...........
Ivirst Son ..............
Kline, Eppihimer Co......
Knoll Mfg. Co..............
Kresge, S. S. Co...........
Lance Motor Truck Co........
Lanshe, J. C................
Leininger, George P........
I.ichty Music House .......
Little Folks Shop .........
Lutz’s Meat Market.........
Lutz, John F..............
Lyric Theatre .............
McCann School ............
Maurer, George B..........
Maier's Meat Market.......
Mayer, Henry M.............
Mertz. Albert F...........
Miller, Clayton I.........
Mills, Ellis .............
Model Cleaners ............
Mohler’s Drug Store ......
Mumrna, J. C...............
Musical Shop, The..........
National Union Bank .......
North Piano Co.............
Northeastern Trust Co. ...
Only Cleaners, The.........
Penn National Bank ........
Pennsylvania Trust Co. ...
Pflugfelder Son .........
Polter Alpiner ..........
Princess Blouse Shop .....
Quality Shop ..............
Raser, Wm. H...............
Reading Ice Cream Co. ... Reading National Bank ..,
Reading Trust Co..........
Roseland Dance Studio .. St. Lawrence Dairy Co. .. Sarge’s Ice Cream Parlor Saylor’s Camera Shop ...
Saylor. B. J............
Schofer’s, Henry Sons-----
Schollenberger. W. Watts Schulz Bkg. Co............
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. 21 . 21 . 76
. G4 . 59 . 23
. M . 79 . 61 . 21 . 21 . 45 . 64 . 23 . 48
.. 55 .. 5G .. GG .. 24 .. 69 .. 23 .. 10 .. 69 .. 8 .. 10 .. 27 .. 80 .. GO .. 59 .. 34 .. 10 .. 29
.. 50 .. 53 .. 76
.. 82 .. 75 .. 10 .. 50
.. 75 .. 76 ... 10 ... 27
Schwemmer, Arthur ................ 27
Second National Bank ............. 42
Shaaber, H. C......'.............. 55
Shaffer Furniture Co.............. 34
Sondheim’s ....................... 82
Stein’s Pharmacy ................. 27
Stichter Hardware Co.............. 45
Stokes. John A.................... 37
Strunk Coal Yard.................. 47
Sweet land ....................... 79
Thomas Art Shop................... 27
Tyack Jewelry Store .............. 41
Vath, Leonard A................... 27
Werner. Charles .................. 60
Wert ley’s Ice Cream ............. 53
Whitner, C. K. Co............... 70
Wildenstein ...................... 75
Wilhelm, A. Co.................... 41
Willson. Chas. G.................. 42
Wilson Roof Paving Co........... 45
Wise, M. E........................ 01
Wummer. John F.................... 27
Yeich, Luther C................... GO
Yorker Shoe Co.................... 59
Ziegler. J. C. Co................. 37
College Honors ................... 54
Dante the Great ................ 9-12
February Class Prophecy .........71-74
February Class Statistics.......... 78
Hallowe’en Party .................. 15
Humorous Department .............
3. 4. 6. 44, 49. 61. 62, 65. 67, 68, 77, 81 Illustrations—
Beautiful Spots ................. 51
Good Times....................... 36
Hallowe’en Party ................ 17
After the Set of the Evening
Sun ........................... 12
Happy Spring. The ............... 49
Students of the G. H. S.......... 52
To the G’s....................... 58
Worker, The ..................... 40
Anita’s Dream Arbor ...........43-44
Blue Monday ...................28-31
Daisy’s Problem ................. 46
Hitch Your Wagon to a Star ...31-35 Pink Taffeta and Blue Chitfon ..18-22
Story of Walaka, The............. 39
Through a Latticed Window ...57-58
Ten Rides for Success.............. 26
What a Sophomore Thinks of the Seniors........................22-26
Class Officers, February ............ 12
Class Officers, June................. 37
Class Photographs, February .......16-31
Class Photographs, June ...........38-55
Class Song. February ..............35-36
Class Song, June ..................60-61
Faculty Poem ....................... 3-4
Baby Pictures. February Class . .33-34
Baby Pictures, June Class........62-64
• Faculty Photographs ................6-11
High School for Girls .............. 1
Miss Mayer ......................... 5
Key to Infancy .................... 32
Armistice and Our Alma Mater.
The ........................... 58
Castle on the Hill. The ....... : 15
Coral and Silver ................ 30
Dreams .......................... 54
School Prizes ..................... 59
Purple Flower, The ............13-15
Indian Tale, An ...............56-58
Year Book Committees................ 2
Telegram Printing Co., Sixth and Walnut Streets, Reading, Pa.
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