Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 114 of the 1916 volume:

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F See re ia eee 3 oh Sa ri See Sao Re Se ea = =a Es a RN rs Se tN e e Te RE RE SN oe The “Purple and White” PUBLISHED BY THE PUPILS —_ OF THE— Madera Union High School Madera, California Welle PURPLE AND WHITE ms CGHO@lk 3 HIC MADERA UNION OR WINE NEAR LOG SENIORS— Class Class Class Class LITERARY “A Legend of the North’ Roll - - - History - - Prophecy - - Horoscope - DEPARTMIENT- “Looks Deceive”’ - “A Tale of My Youth” “Ann’s Visit” - - eve “Love SOU = Dhie “Why Garden of Kden” Doubly Blind” hs For the Minotaur” Stolen Letter” Be Thun?’ = Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page SS Sire PHE PURPLE AND WHITt Contents Continued 000000000 PURPLE AND WHITE STAFF = EDITORIAL AGRICULTURAL CLUB STUDENT BODY NOTES SOCIETY M MUSIC = s EXCHANGES DEBATES - = INDUSTRIAL ARTS SCHOOL NOTES ATHLETICS = 2 DRAMATIC = = GERMAN CLUB = SPANISH CLUB = ALUMNI = = = JOKES S = = —— Page Page Page Page Page { Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page ITE ORM REMI ATR SOG ——i@)—— Francia O. Mower Iu Appreciation OF HIS UNFAILING HELPFULNESS AND DEVOMON RT Om baile mINGTsEIXe ESSE O© ai gicms Cl @ OF We Brdicatr THUS ISSWe Ole Walle Purple and White Ne TENE WOBAIR 19) 1G Pe Ne A CRI TS ce GRANSomIN@ RIE RuTh Blowers Hazel Appling GErtrude Brown LeSlie Stevens Ethel McCumber WiNifred Goffe Ruth WIlliams JOedwin Willis Rey Merino ISabel Barcroft CarQl Wilkinson Stanley Ford GladyS Stevens Viola Macon x Ar¥ye Gordon Mary PEtty Alpha KEys Lena Northern CLASS OFFICERS JOEDWIN WILLIS, President HAZEL APPLING, Secretary RUTH WILLIAMS, Vice-President PREY MERINO, Treasurer GieNSS COLORS en Greenmande Gold CLASS FLOWER - Yellow Rose Bud NSS @ iil @ ee © em ein THE PURPLE AND WHITE ] GLADYS STEVENS— Where there’s a will there’s a way. RUTH WILLIAMS— She is a winsome wee thing. (1 can set down a story.) HAZEL APPLING— Made up of wisdom and of fun, Medley of all that’s dark and clear, Of all that’s foolish, all that’s dear. JOEDWIN WILLIS— Who knew the season’s when to take Occasion by the hand. === FOR THE YEAR 1916 LENA NORTHERN— Hang Sorrow! care will kill a cat— And therefore let’s be merry. a — ) REY MERINO— é I courted fame but as a spur to brave And honest deeds. ™= ARTYE GORDON— ne She is pretty to walk with, re And witty to talk with, Dog And pleasant too, to think on. � o SN ETHEL McCUMBER— A companion that is cheerful is worth gold. Se Ge THE PURPLE AND WHITE MUNROE TS IE Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. VIOLA MACON— To see the laurel wreath, on hign suspended STANLEY FORD— His tongue could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. ALPHA KEYS— Type of the wise who soar but never roam True to the kindred points of heaven and home. BEOR THE YEAR 1916 WINIFRED GOFFE— es Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. CAROL WILKINSON— We all agree the maiden’s small, But in her heart there’s room for all. LESLME STEWENS— A man he was, to all the coun- try dear. ISABEL BARCROFT— The expression of truth is sim- plicity. THE PURPLE AND WHITE RUTH BLOWERS— Ful wel she sange the servi divine. Q Oo GERTRUDE BROWN— What a voice was here now! a=] qi | Re Wale: WIEVAIRE OIG SSS SESSSSSSSESSSESSSSSSSSSS SSS OSES SSS SS SSS SSSSS SR ISS SR SLS SSS SOS SSSR eet Ses es ees ete ee eee ees eT esses fsts ess eses eR esses ses es ees : Le Seeeessees: Class History sSosssssssssesssssassasisssssssssansesssasestssSSsaecresSssisereesseesesseeesssssasesse5 egassessceeseseseoees [ One| A Parable Mary Petty Listen, ye who would hear of the successes and failures of the class of nineteen hundred and sixteen! Listen, and I will tell you a story; fanciful il may seem, and strange, but neverthe- less it is true. “Behold, a sower went forth to sow.” Unlike the sower in days of old, the seeds which this sower planted fell in good ground, and forthwith they sprang up. And the sower and his assistants, tenderly caring for the tiny shoots, counted them, and there were fifty. And all of these tiny shoots, except a few of the weakest ones, grew daily. But soon the sun appeared with his blazing rays, which heretofore had seemed only warm and bright. Some of the tiny shoots were scorched, and ‘‘because they had no depthness of ea rth, they withered away.’ The winds came, stormy and blustering, and more of these little shoots drooped and passed out of exist- ence. The rains also came, and beat upon these frail shoots, struggling for existence. Some were immediately dashed to the ground and beaten by the pitiless rain-drops; others drooped, but with the passing of the storm-clouds, raised their heads to the clear heavens once more. Time passed. The sower who had tenderly watched over the shoots de- parted, and a strange one took his place silently, watchfully. The tiny green shoots that had withstood the elements grew larger and stronger. The marks of the onslaught, however, still remain- ed. Some of the shoots were fairly straight and tall, while others, the more delicate, perhaps, were bent slightly. Faint markings could be ob- served on the leaves that appeared, but they were not alike on all plants. Some were hardy, all were fair, yet of a vastly different variety. The days grew into months; — the months grew into years. The once strange sower, now familiar, and his assistants, beloved by all the plants, noting each day the growth of the plants, at last saw the buds appear, signs for which they had long looked. Again the sower counted the plants, and there were eighteen. The buds burst into bloom in their plant-like way ex- tending thanks to those who so kindly tendered them, and realizing that the sun, the winds and the rain are all nec- essary to their growth even though difficult to understand. Here my story ends. Yea, though it seems fanciful, it is true. “Who hath ears to hear, let him hear,” for there is a thought for all. +: 534 ¢ -: od: $393o4 $3333: oPOoooe $32: 333333 {eS 22 x) SAL EA sseessesseesstesttst 333 533333333333 333: 333: ssesstessttsst bed ae 833333333: Class Prophecy ee sSescessosstesisssessssssssssssssStstssssssssssssasSssbasSstesstssrsstsrestestesirssesssesessee$3 THE PURPLE AND WHITE SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSI DOS SSS SSS SS SOS eS StS eS SCS SSeS SSS SSS SSSSSSSSS SESS SS SSS SS SSSSS SESS S i + + 3 The Days of Long Ago A one-act play by Artye Gordon Place—Madera. Time—1928., Costumes in the style of 1928. (Probably Colonial.) Characters: Lena—Wite of a wealthy rancher. Ethel—Teacher of History. Joedwin—Society Belle. Viola—Teacher of Physics. Artye—Artist. ACT I. Scene—Living room in the home ot a wealthy rancher. Ethel is seated at a table, Artye is copying a water color sketch upon the wall, Lena is playing a mandolin and humming a favorite mel- ody from I] Trovatore. Ethel— (looking up from some pa- pers in U. S. History written by the class of 1928); You know Lena, this brings back the sweet memories of our Wis: Ehistony class: Remember how interesting Miss Harford used to make the lessons? It almost makes me wish that these were the days of our senior year again. Artye—Did the door bell ring? Joedwin is attending a club meeting this afternoon and said that she would call on her return home. Poor dear, it must be tiring to be so popular and have so many social obligations. (Enter Joedwin. ) Joedwin—(same old Joedwin, al- though much more dignified.) I’m certainly tired. ] have been working on a speech to give at the next club nieeting. SINCERE eCimOmleavienion Alaska soon, they want me to tell them of something that I’m most interested in, but I have almost decided to let the speech go and recite a poem from ow Si old ‘Purple and White.’ I have the copy here. I found it the other day while I was ransacking one of my old keepsake boxes. Ethel—Good! that one has all ol cur graduation pictures in it. Joedwin—Yes, it has. 1 was look- ing at them, and they certainly bring back sweet memories. It seems like yesterday to me, since we used to sit in the senior room during noon hour and talk of our experiences and ambi- ions. Lena—Well, see who heads the list! Md Stanley. You know, of course, lat he is a very successful lawyer, anu sabel is his stenographer. Do you remember when we _ used to tel! Stanley that, with all his oratory, he should become a lawyer? I under- stand he studied law soon after leaving High School. (Telephone rings.) Lena—(going to telephone) Hello, Viola !—Really ?—Why, | thought you were teaching Physics in Los Angeles High. Come over right away. We’ve a copy of the 1916 Purple and White and are having such a good time look- ing through it. Ethel—How coming! Joedwin—Look at Rey. I don’t suppose he ever thought that he would be so popular in the movie world as he is, although he showed a wonderful tal- ent in the High School play “Higbee of Harvard.” Hazel’s talent also has placed her in one of the largest theat- res in New York. She made her de- but in one of the famous plays written by Winifred Goffe. Ethel—By the way, has heard from Ruth Blowers lately? ( { | jolly that Viola is anyone The Re RE NA AN O AG report was that she is teaching a kin- dergarten in San Francisco, but ll wager that if the truth is really known, ii is her “own” little kindergarten. (All laugh.) Artye—Leslie has actually stayed in his “old home town’’, after all his talk of traveling. He’s running an aero- plane, for I saw him yesterday as he was circling about the aerial station. Doesn’t it seem queer that aeroplanes have taken the place of the jitneys of 1916? Lena—(Placing her hand over the uext picture) Don’t look at it. I’m positively ashamed of that pose; | look as if I thought that I was the only one graduating. (Enter little girl.) Little girl— (Approaching Mother, please sign my excuse. Ethel— (Smiling) Doesn’t that re- Lena) mind you of the excuses for tardiness we used to write and take to school? Joedwin—Well, here’s Gladys Stev- ens. | wonder if she’s married. Ethel—I heard that she was, but that doesn’t interfere with her music. She has been in Berlin studying for almost a year. Artye—I think it’s wonderful; both Gladys and Gertrude are gaining fame. 1 saw Gertrude’s picture in the paper the other morning, and she was spoker of as one of our most gifted Prima Donnas. How interesting it is that both of them received their first train- ing under our faithful and patient in- structor, Mr. Harvey. Lena—And Mary Petty is married too. She was married during her stay in New York, while she was organist i one of the large cathedrals there. Joedwin—Do you know that Carol is here? She is working in the wire- less telephone office. Artye-—I knew she was here, for | was talking to her yesterday. She said that she saw Ruth Williams while she was visiting in the south. Ruth is giving violin lessons and, during her spare time, folk dancing. (Enter Viola. Enthusiastic greetings. ) Viola—Seems like old times, doesn’t it? Where did you get the old 1916 Purple and White? And here’s Al- pha’s picture. Alpha is a_ faithful nurse. She was certainly calm enough tc be a nurse. Joedwin, you told me in your last letter that you intended to leave for Alaska. Joedwin— (Blushing) WES, I intend to : Lena— (Interrupting )to go to Alas- ka on her honeymoon. Just as well spread the news. (All smile. ) Joedwin—Since Lena has given the secret away,—yes, | intend to go to Alaska for a while, and Artye is to come later to sketch some scenes in Al- aska and return with us. Artye—Lena, you used to play for us so much; please play one of my favorite songs. (Lena goes to the piano and plays “The Happy Days of Long Ago”, and all sing.) (Curtain. ) THE PURPLE AND WHITE ogsaasiaasecitetsssossstssatessssizetsstisssstastessestectessssttesssustessstessssssessssecressserestsseettssterteere ete ereetty Class Will on passssssssssstssscossosscses ost ori ssssstensssssssssssessstestesss psosssssssesssssssseasset sss sesssssssssssssesssssessesssessssssy; Ray Merino We, the Senior Class of the Madera Union High School, on this, the 10th day of June, in the year of our Lord 1916, being of sound minds, do hereby publish and declare this our last wili and testament, revoking all previous wills and bequests heretofore made by US. We jointly bequeath to the class of 1919 our much envied Debating pen- nant, thereby disinheriting all other classes because of their decided hostil- ity to us in the interclass debates. We will our personal belongings as follows: 1. Alpha Keys does hereby will her height to Mabel Trinidade in order that said person may carry on a com- fortable conversation with Mr. Mower. 2. Hazel Appling wills her posi- tion as star in all high school plays to Clara Late, and her willingness to brave the winter rains to Marie Autrand who generally stays at home in bad weath- ele 3. Mary Petty bequeaths her prim and dignified manner to the entire Freshmen Class, knowing they will be in sore need of it next term, when they try to exert their authority over their timid inferiors. 4. Ethel McCumber wills her hys- terical giggles to Harvey Allen, in con- sideration of his tendency toward ex- cessive calmness. 5. Lena Northern hereby bequeaths to Betty Rhodes her unemotional na- ture; her beloved hair ribbons to Mae Qwens, provided said person will al- ways fold them carefully when not in use. 6. Isabel Barcroft leaves her cley- erness in cutting Physics recitations to any one of the next class who can do so with equal success; her position as authority on stenography to Maud Rea. 7. Leslie Stevens wills his debating ability to Alan Quigley, the bequest to be administered when said person be- gins to wear long trousers. 8. Artye Gordon wills to Mary Mickle her reputation as school beauty; and her Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night dates to Ethel Amer- ine. 9, Gladys Stevens bequeaths her accustomed seat in the library before 8 A. M. to Lyda Mugler and Olsen Las- ater, provided each seems perfectly un- conscious of the other when some one is looking. 10. Carol Wilkinson, with much regret, leaves Anna Shirk the book which she has been compiling during the past four years, entitled ‘Foolish Questions.” 11. Joedwin Willis bequeaths her reputation for blushing to Miss Har- ford, and her orderly form of conduct- ing Student Body meetings to the next girl president. 12. Viola Macon hereby bequeaths her orderly desk to Cora Stevens; also her talkativeness to Paul Huchting, hoping it will be of especial value to him during recitations. 13. Gertrude Brown wills her in- terest in the United States Mail Service to Sabina Ripperdan, and her position as Mr. Mower’s accompanist to Vivian McC abe. 14. Ruth Blowers wills her dicta- torship of Freshman manners to any one who cares to assume the responsibility. 15. Winifred Goffe hereby be- gueaths her slow and unexcitable man- ner of speaking to Miss Pickett, and her fondness for reciting history to Lyda Mugler. 16. Stanley Ford wills his great de- light in opposing the Democratic party to Waldo Woodard, and his art of mak- ing superfluous gestures while debating to Louise Meilike. 17. Ruth Williams bequeaths to Neva Trine her unconscious habit of at Se E FOR THE YEAR 1916 ac ting cute, and her nickname ‘‘Shor- teen Hundred and Sixteen have here- {y’’ to Lillian Weyant. unto set their hands and seal this 10th 18. Rey Merino bequeaths _ his day of June, 1916. reputation as the school dandy, togeth- (SEAL) er with his collection of neckties and ie e socks, to Stuart Haring. Attest: Rey Merino. In witness whereof the Class of Nine- Chief Stenographer—Stanley Ford. Brak The glowing sun is setting Behind the mountain’s crest; The golden fields of poppies Inactive sink to rest. VYhe mid-day toil is over, The workman plods his way Down through the sun-kissed meadows, Where shadows are at play. The lowing of the cattle Resounds from rocky crests; The farmyard fowl has gathered Her brood beneath her breast. The screeching of the night hawk Makes mention of its flight; ‘The fast approaching darkness Makes way for dormant night. The moon shines in its splendor; Beneath the masses sleep; And silence reigns unchallenged, On soil and spacious deep. i= THE PURPLE AND WHIT Cu Owe Fair Maid Down by the rumbling waterfall I crept one day, To pass away the lonely hours On grass in May. I thought of many bygone days, Of those I knew; Twas not a num’rous company, But just a few. I often think me of those few, And one fair maid, Whom I will try depict in words, If none upbraid. As lovely as a picture she, So blithe and fair, And as I look into the spray, I see her there. She had such wavy nut-brown hair, And eyes of blue, And cheeks by gentle Nature tinged Of scarlet hue. A smile was ever on her face, That cheered us all; And many happy hours I spent In that recall. Her form was like a fairy sylph, An outline true, Her words were kind and thoughtful, And witty too. She never used an angry word To any one; But always bore a gracious heart, By which she won. And other high-born ways she had, I cannot tell, For it would seem too great a task To do it well. But this I know and ne’er forget, We loved her all; The mem’ry of that noble maid Will never fall. Sp Jl, Ir i) TES PURRIE SAINI Ware Cu One Fair Maid Down by the rumbling waterfall ] crept one day, To pass away the lonely hours On grass in May. I thought of many bygone days, Of those | knew; “Twas not a num’rous company, But just a few. I often think me of those few, And one fair maid, Whom I will try depict in words, If none upbraid. As lovely as a picture she, So blithe and fair, And as I look into the spray, Ipseesherstheres She had such wavy nut-brown hair, And eyes of blue, And cheeks by gentle Nature tinged Of scarlet hue. A smile was ever on her face, That cheered us all; And many happy hours I spent In that recall. Her torm was like a fairy syIph, An outline true, Her words were kind and thoughtful, And witty too. She never used an angry word To any one; Put always bore a gracious heart, By which she won. And other high-born ways she had, I cannot tell, For it would seem too great a task To do it well. But this I know and ne’er forget, We loved her all; The mem ’ry of that noble maid Will never fall. Solas Horoscope of the Class of 1916 NOTED FOR FAVORITE OCCUPATION FAVORITE EXPRESSION HIGHEST AMBITION DESTINY HAZEL APPLING ISABEL BARCROFT GERTRUDE BROWN RUTH BLOWERS WINIFRED GOFFE ARTYE GORDON ALPHA KEYES VIOLA MACON HTHEL McCUMBER STANLEY FORD LENA NORTHERN MARY PETTY GLADYS STEVENS REY MERINO RUTH WILLIAMS JOEDWIN WILLIS LESLIE STEVENS CAROL WILKINSON Joe Gert Rufus Grandma Mac Ford Lee Marie Henchie Shorty Joedie Sleepy Kinkey Fondness itor arguing [i Skipping Physics Prominence in Music Class Pouting j Slowness of speech —$— $ Beauty —$— Height Color of her hair Kindliness of heart Facility for invent- ing slang Dimples Scholarly dignity Writing more notes in a period than Pres. Wilson does in a month. A flat laugh. Making eyes ——_—$— —$— $— $— Throwing bouquets Differing with everyone Asking questions Attending Mr. Mower’s Classes her fath- office. Keeping er’s law Singing Writing to Redlands Reciting in history Talking. Looking down on people Managing 3iting her finger nails Chewing gum Flirting Studying Talking to Bill Queening the teachers ———— Acting cute Making friends Debating Tatting in Physics mele clicl thing”’ no such “Ah Gee!”’ “Me too.” “IT should say so.” “Well I KNOW don’t unless— “Gee, I felt so foolish.” OW’ hat?” ee “By golly!” “What a guy!” “That makes me sore.”’ “T understand it this way.” “Kor the love of mud.” “Take and put.” “T was just going to say— ’ “Honest truth!” “Tl prove it to you.” —_—_———————— “Well, of all things.” Famous by any means Lawyer ——————eeeeesee Opera singer | Missionary Historian Public speaker To be short President of the U. 8S. Surgeon Criminal Lawyer Has none Mills College State librarian Architect and designer Noted Violinist. Prima Donna S. Senator To travel Reformer Office clerk Graphophone Demonstrator Suttragette Land agent Dean of Deat and Dumb School Unknown. Superintendent Sunday School B utcher's wife Justice of the Peace Chorus girl Old maid 300k agent Sign painter. Manicurist Music teacher Ward boss Dry goods clerk, of a IBIE NOBVAIK 1916 Rwi ze LA MS“Ib A Legend of the North Deltha Stevens We have all heard of the numerous beautiful legends which exist among our American Indians. These legends have arisen because the Indians in their ciude way have tried to find a reason for every phenomenon of nature. I have found, however, that there are just as many legends among the Eski- mos in the frozen North, and that many of them are even more beautiful than those with which we are so famil- iar. One in particular that appealed to me was a legend of the music of the Aurora Borealis, which was told to me by Old Nenook, a laborer at my un- cle’s mining camp in Circle City, Al- aska. This city is not more than fifty miles south of the Arctic Circle and is almost within the Zone of the Northern Lights. From its position one can guess that the summers are much more severe than our winters here in California. In fact, the snow leaves the ground in only a few places during the short sum- mer weeks. — Circle City is in the cen- ter of the mining district and is built up mostly of mining camps. Scattered about on the outer edges is an Eskimo village. These Eskimos are in a part- lv civilized state. Many of them can talk in broken English and nearly all of them speak French. They are a very interesting type of people, much more so that their cousins of Southern Alas- ka, as they have retained much of their originality in dress and habits. They are also very friendly, and many of the most valued laborers in the mines and about the camps are these Eskimo men. The older men in the village are great favorites among the white people as they spend their time in entertaining the children by making small trinkets for them and in telling them quaint stories. These ee ae presented an interest- ng and novel appearance to me when | first went to visit at my Uncle’s Camp. There was, however, another thing which seemed more novel and interest- ing to me than the life of these people. It was a strange phenomenon which is known as the ‘‘Northern Lights.” | iad often seen its faint reflection in he northern sky, but | had never until hat fall had the pleasure of viewing it in all its splendor. Nearly every evening the sky was illuminated by its eautiful reflection out across the snowy land. As the winter advanced, it became more beautiful, and a low, weird sound floated out upon the mid- night air. At first it seemed to cast a distressing gloom over me, but as | crew accustomed to it, learned to l YR THE YEAR 1916 a OF Rwitlians-ie A Legend of the North Deltha Stevens We have all heard of the numerous beautiful legends which exist among our American Indians. These legends have arisen because the Indians in their clude way have tried to find a reason for every phenomenon of nature. I have found, however, that there are just as many legends among the Eski- mos in the frozen North, and that many of them are even more beautiful than those with which we are so famil- iar. One in particular that appealed to me was a legend of the music of the Aurora Borealis, which was told to me by Old Nenook, a laborer at my un- cle’s mining camp in Circle City, Al- aska. This city is not more than fifty miles south of the Arctic Circle and is almost within the Zone of the Northern Lights. From its position one can guess that the summers are much more severe than our winters here in California. In fact, the snow leaves the ground in only a few places during the short sum- mer weeks. — Circle City is in the cen- ter of the mining district and is built up mostly of mining camps. Scattered about on the outer edges is an Eskimo village. These Eskimos are in a part- lv civilized state. Many of them can talk in broken English and nearly all of them speak French. They are a very interesting type of people, much more so that their cousins of Southern Alas- ka, as they have retained much of their originality in dress and habits. They are also very friendly, and many of the most valued laborers in the mines and about the camps are these Eskimo men. The older men in the village are great favorites among the white people as they spend their time in entertaining the children by making small trinkets for them and in telling them quaint stories. These people presented an interest- ing and novel appearance to me when | first went to visit at my Uncle’s Camp. There was, however, another thing which seemed more novel and interest- ing to me than the life of these people. It was a strange phenomenon which is known as the “Northern Lights.”’ | had often seen its faint reflection in the northern sky, but I had never until that fall had the pleasure of viewing it in all its splendor. Nearly every evening the sky was illuminated by its beautiful reflection out across the snowy land. As the winter advanced, it became more beautiful, and a low, weird sound floated out upon the mid- night air. At first it seemed to cast a distressing gloom over me, but as | grew accustomed to it, I learned to welcome its plaintive wail. When my cousins found that I was so inter- ested in this subject, they planned a trip to Mt. Chymo, which was near by, where the view was not obstructed by surrounding mountains. The trip was a very interesting one, but I will not take the time to relate il here, as I wish to describe the beautiful phenomenon that was presented to me that night. It must have been about five o’clock in the evening when we arrived at the little mining town near the crest of the mountain where we spent the night. The men kindled a large bonfire and we gathered about it to watch for the coming Lights. Just as twilight was fading, the sky towards the north took on a dull, dingy aspect. This grew gradually darker and assumed the form of a circular seg- ment which was surrounded by a lum- inous arch, each end of which seemed to approach the horizon. The arch was of a transparent white having a touch of green on each edge. This was visible for several hours and dur- ing this time was in constant motion. It rose and fell, extending first in one direction and then in another. iiire motion became more rapid as time went on. Suddenly the arch became more luminous at one point. This bright streak began to eat into the dark segment and a ray of similar brightness shot rapidly to the zenith. This soon changed its position, darted with the swiftness of lightning to the east and then to the west, fluttered like a long, narrow, silken banner in the wind, gradually faded, and at last gave way to another ray more beautiful than its predecessor. These rays were in the form of cylindrical bars, narrow shafts, waved surfaces, and small clouds of light. | They were continual- ly changing not only in shape but also in color. The usual colors were yel- low and green, but these were varied by brilliant rose, violet, blue, and pur- ple. It was indeed a wonderful spec- tacle, and added to its beauty was the strange, weird sound of which I have already spoken. Little Coonee, an Eskimo girl who had accompanied us, asked us if we had ever heard of the legend connected with this strange music. We had not, so she asked her grandfather, old Ne- THE PURPLE AND WHITE nook, to tell it to us. On our home- ward journey he began the tale which lasted until we reached home. ] am felling it to you in a sort of revised ver- sion as I do not remember all of its de- tails. Much of its beauty is lost be- cause of this, and also because it lacks the quaint expression with which he told it, “Kannau-Weet’s Sacrifice.”’ Far to the north in the great white Ice Fields lived Old Muck-Mhameek and his beautiful young daughter; Kannau-Weet. Old Muck-Mhameek was the chief of the tribe in the north. He was very proud of his race and was determined to conquer the surrounding tribes and rule supreme. To do this he must make an alliance with the tribe of the Twee-Gocks just to the left, so that, with the combined forces, he might be strong enough to conquer the Southern tribe. This southern tribe was a mighty race who had been rivals of Old Muck Mhameek’s people for many, many winters. Ye-Meck, the young chieftain of the Twee-Gocks, consented to aid Muck- Mhameek if he would first give to him his beautiful Gannau-Weet in marriage. When Kannau-Weet heard this, her heart was very heavy. She loved her kind old father and his people, she had many friends among the Twee-Gocks; but more than all these she loved her handsome Awak, and he was a warrior of the Southern Tribe. She was in great distress. She wished to obey her father, and yet her love for Awak was so great that she felt she could not sacrifice it. Her father begged her to hasten her marriage preparations as he was expecting an attack from his southern enemies, and he alone was not strong enough to drive them back. She urged him to give her a longer time. The moon was in its first quar- ter, and she promised that by the time it was full and round, if she had not given him an answer, the marriage might take place. The wish was granted, and she immediately departed to a little place of worship on the crest of a high mountain. Here she re- mained for many days, praying long and earnestly to her Goddess of the North. No one was allowed to inter- — Oh I THE YEAR 49416 rupt her. She would not even accept food or water. Several times she arose to go to her father and tell him of her love for Awak, but each time she remembered the duty she owed her father, and she hesitated. Meanwhile in the village there was great excitement. News had reached them that the Southern Tribe was ad- vancing. Old Muck-Mhameek — sent messenger after messenger to Kannau- Weet’s sanctuary to beg her to hasten her marriage. As each, in turn, came back withou t any word from Kannau- Weet, he himself, determined to go to her. Kannau-Weet arose slowly and ad- mitted her father into the tiny room. He hastily told her of the trouble in the village and explained to her that the life of their people depended upon her. She gave a low cry and_ fell to her knees at her father’s feet. She told him that on the morrow she would be ready to comply with his wishes. Ail night long she prayed until she was aroused by a maiden who had come to prepare her for the marriage. Slowly, without a murmur, she allow- ed herself to be dressed and led away to meet her bridegroom. She was wan and pale from the long fasting, but she forced a smile to her face when her father came forward to greet her. The following day the combined ) ol sGS forces of her father and Ye-Meek start- ed forth to meet their advancing en- emies. A few days later news was brought of the great victory that was won over the southern people. All the village rejoiced, all except poor little Kannau-Weet. She was. very sad for she knew that this victory meant the death of her beloved Awak. And she was right, for when the victors returned some weeks later, they brought the news of how Awak met his death at the hands of her husband. This was more than she could bear, and casting from her the rich raiment which her husband had brought, she clad herself in one of her oldest gar- ments and went far out toward the beautiful palace of her Goddess. Here she wandered day and night. Out upon the night air rang her sad, plain: tive cry, a cry from a heart that had given up its richest treasure so that her people might be saved. She contin- ued to wander about until at last her Goddess took pity upon her and took her mournful soul home to the Beau- tiful Palace. But - a reminder of Kannau-Weet’s people of the great sacrifice which she had made for them, her sad, mournful wail floats out upon the air when the bright lights from Kannau-Weet’s immortal home shine out upon the midnight sky. THE PURPLE AND WHITE Looks Deceive Donald Leidig “Get out of my sight! You worth- less, shameless, brainless, brain-er- less-’’ Senator Bradford paused, not at all because he was out of breath, but because he could think of no other fit- ting epithet to apply to the youth be- fore him. But fiery hair, blue eyes, and a pug nose, (with freckles in good measure, ) do not shriek Irish for naught. “Well! Sure, now, Senator, it’s a shame nature didn’t make your Jungs capable of holding a few more gallons of ozone,”’ was the neat reply. Besides being emboldened by an au- dacity of his own, Michael O’Leary was well aware of a large brown eye fixed upon the scene from afar. This eye was applied to a very con- venient keyhole at the end of the hand- some library in which was taking place a wordy fray—the result of a young man having the audacity to ask (this was Michael’s third asking) a fond parent for the hand of his only daugh- ter. Now for the owner of the eye. Of course she was pretty; for who ever heard of laughing brown eyes, hair of almost the same shade, an always smil- ing mouth, and a graceful body, not combining to make a pretty, compan- ionable girl? Such was Madge Brad- ford, and Mike thought her worth “seeing father’ three and thirty times, gout or no gout. “Get out, or I’ll kick you out,”’ roar- ed the Senator. “Oh, dear Senator, remember the gout, and then I’m sure you won’t be sc strong for kicking.”’ “Br—rr—r,”’ growled the Honorable One, as he made a pass at Mike with one of his crutches; but the ever alert Mike was on his way to the eye. A rapidly whispered conversation took place when the eye and Mike met, and then—could the Senator believe his ears? Smack! ! ! “Be sure now, Madge,”’ called Mike, as he ran down the steps. “Vl not fail,” replied the girl, as she entered the house. That evening Madge said, “Father, I’m going out into the garden and and watch the moon rise.”’ “All right, my dear, but don’t stay too long.” An hour later the Senator rang for his butler and sent him to seek Madge. The butler returned and announced that Madge was not to be found on the grounds or in the house. “Oh, well, perhaps she has gone across the way to her chum’s home.” But upon telephoning, the Senator found that he was mistaken. As time passed, the Senator became alarmed concerning Madge. About eleven, he received a telephone call. On answering, he recognized the voice of his old friend Schelling, the chief of police. “Anything wrong at your place?” inquired the chief. “Why no, er—say, what’s up? Come to think of it, Madge has been missing for several hours. elle quickly; have you discovered anything wrong? “An auto party passed your home about nine, and soon after passing, heard the scream of a woman. Look- ing back, they saw a man, carrying the struggling form of a woman, run out of your garden. The man entered a low racing car and sped down the road before the party could reach him. They pursued him quite a distance. but they had a break down, and thus the report was delayed.”’ “Oh, my God!’ moaned the Sen- ator, “It is the work of some of my political enemies. Put the best men you have on the case. Hurry, man, hurry !” The Senator sat dazed for several hours after this conversation. Finally he thought of O’Leary and called up his residence. He learned from Mike’s man that Mike had gone to Trenton and would not return until the next day at noon. The Senator left word for Mike to come to him immediately upon his return from Trenton. The next morning’s papers were fill- 2 TE MEARS OMG ed with the sensational kidnapping ol the beautiful society girl, Madge Brad- ford, daughter of the Honorable Sen- ator Bradford. Mike arrived at the Senator’s house early in the afternoon. He seemed haggard and worn by the news which he had already learned from the papers. The Senator greeted him rather fondly, considering the usual greeting he re- ceived. “My boy, what are we todo? They have taken from me the only thing | treasure in life.” “Sure, Senator, we will not leave a place unsearched in our efforts t o find her. I think we ought to comb all the larger cities first, and the smaller ones later.”’ “I agree to any method of search, if only my Madge is returned to me safe- Ib. “Well, I expect it’s up to me to find her. So I must get busy. Vl war- rant that we’ll have her safe and sound within a week,’’ Mike confidently re- plied. But one week and part of another passed, and still there was no trace of Madge. Even the newspapers had ceased their clamoring and were devot- ing their time to more recent sensations. One afternoon the Senator and Mike were sitting in the Senator’s study dis- cussing the case. The diappearance of Madge had brought the Senator and Mike into a close friendship, for Mike had been the most energetic searcher of all. “Senator,” said Mike, ‘‘Would you be willing that I marry Madge, if | should bring her back to you unharm- Gal?” “It is an impossibility. 1 have giv- en up all hope of seeing my little girl again, but I’d consent to anything in this world if I could only have her again.” Mike arose as he said, “‘I’ll return about ten to-night.” “All right, be sure to come. I sometimes am awake until early dawn thinking of my Madge.” At ten that night a knock came on the door of the Senator’s study, and, at his bidding, the door opened. Were his eyes deceiving him? No—yes— no! There stood Madge with Mike at her side. “Now Senator, remember your prom- ise,’ called Mike, as he and Madge en- tered. “Wha—what!’’ stammered the Sen- ator, “Madge! Madge, is it really you? Ch, my girl, where have you been?’ “Dad! Poor old Dad! How you must have suffered. Ask Mike.’’ And in spite of her sympathy, Madge smil- ed. “Well, sir! It seems to be up to you to make explanations,” thundered the Senator. “If you have harmed a hair in my girl’s head, I’ll break every bone in your body.” “Tut, tut, Senator, Ill explain all if you can manage to control yourself.” “Don’t tax my patience too much, you young scrapegrace. I’ve been through too much already. Be brief!” “Well, first of all, you recall having told me you would never consider me as a son-in-law, and also having added many things that made the atmosphere hazy.” “Yes,” the Senator grudgingly grant- ed. “Madge and I thought up a plan of getting your consent; for you know that Madge had promised her mother that she would never marry without your consent. I faked the kidnap- ing affair and rushed Madge into a small out-of-the-way village a couple ot hundred miles from here, where we knew the news of an event wouldn't penetrate until a month or so after it happened. After I had Madge com- fortab'y fixed, I hurried back here and played the part of a distracted lover. “Now, Senator, don’t bite me, for you know Madge is eighteen, and you promised me your consent this morn- ing; so now please play the part of a fond and forgiving parent, and we will start plans for staging a one-act drama entitled ‘Love is Blind.’ ” “Young man, | believe I once called you brainless,”’ said the Senator as he extended his hand, “but looks deceive.” THE BURPEE AND: Wire A Tale of My Youth Louise Meilike When I look back over my boyhood years, there is always one incident over which I muse the longest; and I have at length eae to set it down in writ- ing, in order that these sturdy lads ot today may baee that even those prim- ly dressed and well behaved boys of long ago, of whose pictures they are how wont to make sport, used to have adventures. I might in all likelihood never have written this history, if my father had not in my fifteenth year married a lady who seemed to me nothing but a fool- ish, shallow creature. Indeed, as | look back over my boyhood, I do not remember any one whom | held in such utter contempt as I did this step-mother of mine. She was a silly, empty- headed woman, who cared for nothing but fine clothes and society; and to this day I cannot understand what my father saw in her that caused him to But, to do my step-moth- marry her. er justice, she was no worse than many of the ladies of that day, and indeed she did me one good turn—she caused me to run away. I well remember the evening on which I determined to leave my boy- hood home. My step-mother had act- ed, it seemed to me, uncommonly fool- ish that evening, and had even gone so far as to call me her “‘little sonny boy” and to kiss me before my _ father’s guests. It was more than any lad of fifteen, who considered himself almost a man, could endure; and | escaped to my Own room as quickly as I could, burning with a sense of shame and re- sentment. I had often contemplated running away to sea, especially after my step-mother came to live with us, and that evening’s occurrence turned desire into determination. 1 was re- solved to go the very next morning. It was very early the next day, only about three or four in the morning, | think, when I crept down the well pol- ished stairs, through the large spacious hall, and out into the cool darkness. Why my step-mother did not hear me creep out that morning | have often wondered, for she always seemed to hear everything. Perhaps she was too sound asleep, dreaming of the next cay’s Bae or of a new silk gown, to hear that wretched lad Green stealthily down the stairs and out through the door. But at any rate, hear me she did not; and that fact cast a gloom over me which lasted half the way to Ports- mouth. For | believe now that that lad of long ago had lost half of his de- sire to run away during the oe and had a faint hope that he would be caught and sent to bed again, for I truly think that it was only pride that made him keep his resolution. But keep it I did; and, after I had walked about four miles, my heart began to grow lighter, for after all, an adventure at sea was to my boyish heart what a doll that talks is to a girl’s. It was exactly nine o’clock when | reached Portsmouth, a little seaport town, for | remember hearing the town clock striking the ai and stopping to count the strokes. had exactly five shillings in my rebel my Christmas money, and [ spent one of these for some coffee and buns at a little tavern. 1 think the landlady seriously doubted my tale of being on the way to meet my father in L ondon, for she refused to accept the extra two- pence | tried to give her, and told me that home was the best place for boys. I had never been to Portsmouth be- fore, although it was but fourteen miles from my home, but it did not take me long to find my way to the wharves, for I was as a rat that smells cheese, where the sea is concerned. There were several schooners lying at anchor, but they all seemed to have a number of sailors lounging about on deck; and, as | had determined to stow away until the vessel which I might happen to take should be well out in deep water, and the captain could have no alterna- tive but to keep me, I was at a loss to know what to do. But presently ! espied a little weather beaten vessei by the name of ‘Sally Ann’’, which seem- ed for the time being deserted; and so | 28— F¢ WBE: WEAR AOI resolved to board it. The only way I could see to do so was to swim out, and then climb up by a rope ladder, which fortunately for me had been left hanging from the prow. I remember that as I stood on the wharf making ready to dive, I felt a momentary pang at having to leave my father and all the home my boyhood had ever known; but | quickly sum- moned up the thought of my step- mother with her mincing step and silly curls, and thus fortified, dived into the water and swam towards the vessel. Having lived on the coast the greater part of my life, I was a fairly good swimmer, and soon reached the schooner and clambered up the rope, dripping like a wet monkey. The deck was empty, and | decided that the clew must have gone ashore; so I oc- cupied myself by looking for a safe hiding place. There were a great many empty boxes lying about, so I crept into one of these and waited. Probably half an hour had passed when I suddenly heard the sound of oars midst great cursing and swearing, approaching the schooner; and in a few minutes there clambered upon deck the most villainous collection of rascals ! had ever seen. There must have been about sixteen of them, and each one ap- peared more terrible than his fellow to my boyish eyes. Indeed, they far surpassed the most wicked pirates I had ever dreamed of; and when the last one had climbed up, I was ready to swear that he was the original Blue- beard. He was, as I later learned, the chief. I have since decided that he must have won the chieftaincy by vir- tue of his superior cursing and his dynamitic temper. Indeed, soon after the schooner had hoisted anchor, he began knocking one of the sailors about. What the fel- low had done, I never found out, but whatever it was it put the chief in a villainous temper. He picked up a belaying pin to throw at the rascal, but missed him; and then cursing around for another weapon, he tried to pick up the crate which I was in. He gave one yank, let forth a volley of curses, and then looked inside. To this day | firmly believe that my hair actually arose on end. He stood for a full five minutes, star- ing at me silently, after the first few startled curses. ] think he was en- joying the fear and terror that must have been depicted upon my face. The crew must have known something was up, for they were all looking at the captain in amazement, because as one later told me the Old Harry (so they called him) had never been known to break off his curses so suddenly. But I do not think their amazement was so great as it became a few minutes later; for Old Harry reached down, grasped me by the scruff of the neck, and yank- ed me out of the crate. Holding me aloof, he shook me as a bull pup might shake a wet kitten, for | was as help- less in his hands. SO, IDS !’’ he said, shaking me and grinning, ‘‘so, by—! you thought you’d stow away, did you, you little ——; so you thought you’d stow away,’ and he chuckled silently, as though that fact caused him great amusement. My courage rose slightly. “I wanted to put to sea,’ I said stubbornly, ‘‘and if you don’t want me as a cabin boy” (secretly 1 hoped he wouldn’t) “you can put me off at the continent.” The Old Harry roared; why, I soon learned. “Let you off at the conti- nent. Ho! Ho! Hey, Pete,’’ he yelled to one of the men, an old rascal with a patch over one eye, and a wooden leg, “did you hear that? We can let him off at the continent,” and he con- tinued to shake with silent laughter. Presently he carefully stood me on the deck, and viewing me with great deliberation, he said, “Why, you little dude, this is a smuggling schooner, and I’m old Harry.” I have often wondered since why Old Harry did not put back to Ports- mouth, and send me ashore, instead ol keeping me and telling me who he was. But tell me he did, and he repeated his assertion with great pride. a Dayemie ates I’m the old Harry. qJave you ever heard of me?” Had | ever heard of him? What boy didn’t know and dream of Old Harry, who was the worst-tempered rascal and the most daring smuggler along the English and continental coasts. “Well,” he repeated, heard of me?” (0G “Have you 9) “Yes, | have,” I answered pertly. He grinned again, ‘“‘Well, you young cock, what do you think of me?”’ he asked. ‘‘T think you’re a devil,” I answered, angered by his continual grinning, “only you curse and smuggle worse than the devil ever could.” I could have bitten my tongue off, the moment after I had said this, but it seemed to please Old Harry weil enough. He chuckled and grinned for a moment, then he said, “So you think a smuggler worse than a devil, eli “Yes I do,”’ I answered bravely, for his chuckling had caused my fears to abate somewhat. “Well then,’ he said grinning, “‘vou'll soon be worse than a devil too, yourself, because,’ growing angry again, ‘“you’ve butted in where you had no business, and now you'll stay in! I’m not going to have a young tittle- tattle running around loose to tell the officers where Old Harry is. You un- derstand?’’ he demanded savagely of me. My heart was in my throat, and boy as I was, the tears were near; but his tone aroused a spark of resistance, and ] cried angrily, ‘‘You can’t make me be a smuggler if I don’t want to.” He began his infernal grinning again. “No?” he answered, ‘‘Well, we’ll Seen: And then, taking my arm, he rolled up my sleeve and cried out for his ink and point. I knew well enough then what he meant to do. He was going to tattoo the Smugegiler’s “Ring”? on my arm; and he did. It still remains, a round black ring with a big “S’? in it, the emblem which was worn by the most daring band of Smugglers England ever had, in pure defiance of the ofticers. “Now’’, cried Old Harry in satisfac- tion when he had finished, “if you should happen to get loose, which you won’t, and go tattling to the officers, all | have to do is to roll up your sleeve and show them the ring.”’ “But I can swear you put it on by force,’ I cried angrily. He grinned. “And I and all my mates here,’ pointing to the crew who were crowded about us, “‘can swear that you came to us of your own ac- cord, and you can’t deny that; and we THE PURPLE AND WHITE can swear that you helped us smuggle, as you’re going to, and then you can’t deny that; and then we can swear that you weren’t satisfied with your share and quit. See!’’ and he grinned at me and winked at the rest of the crew, who were roaring and cursing with de- light. ] was filled with rage and utter de- spair. I was only a lad of fifteen at the time, and to me the trap seemed perfect; 1 could see no loophole of escape. I think Old Harry must have understood something of my feelings, for he said, dropping into his native Scotch, which I later found he never used except in his kinder mood, “Aweel, aweel, Laddie, t’will na be so bad. A smuggler’s life is na so ad- ventureless; an ’tis na so wrong to try t’fool the otticers. Cheer up, Laddie.”’ Then, as though regretting his momen- tary show of what he probably regard- ed as womanish tenderness, he yelled angrily, ‘‘Well, you butted in, and in you stay. | What did you expect, you little dude? Get down below and take off those fool togs. I’ll have no lazy gentleman dude around here!” And he half pulled, half dragged me down to a little ill-smelling room, where he threw at. me a dirty pair of trousers and an old rough shirt, and bade me put them on, and in the —— of a hurry too. I could hardly sée through the tears which I manfully tried to repress as 1 pulled off my clothes, clean even if wet, and put on those stiff, dirty rags. Old Harry watched me put them on, with great satisfaction; for as one of the men later told me, he hated people to butt in, and always liked to see them suffer for it afterwards. When | had finally managed to get that old suit of rags on, Old Harry picked up my other clothes and calmly threw them into the © stove. Then, dragging me into the bunk room, he in- dicated a dirty hammock in a dark corner, and intimated that it was to be mine in the future; and then, saying that | might come on deck or stay be- low, as I chose, he went up on deck himself. I lay all that morning and part of the afternoon in my bunk, too miserable to move. Late in the afternoon I rous- ed myself enough to go on deck. Old 30— ANSE WIEN OSG Harry was pacing back and forth with an angry glower on his face, but he spied me in a moment and began his infernal grinning; but I was too sick to mind it. “Ha,” he cried, coming towards me, “here’s our new smuggler comrade, the little dude. Perhaps,” he continued with his infernal grin, “perhaps our little dude would like to know his plans. Well, you young Jackanapes, at eight this evening we sight Dover. Our new smuggler comrade, the little dude, swings the lantern three times to give the signal to our other smuggler com- rades on shore. What, what!’ shak- ing his head mournfully, as he saw the anger and despair come into my face again at this last announcement, “you must get experience.”’ “ could not answer, and turned sil- ently away, fighting back the tears. He did not follow me, and I have thought since that he must have known how ! felt, and knew also that silence was the best cure; for callous though he was to suffering, Old Harry still had a touch ot kindness left. As he said, about eight we hove in sight of Dover and when the schooner had anchored some distance from the coast, | was forced to swing the lant- ern signal. An answering light gleam- ed from the distant shore, disappeared, and gleamed again. It was the signal that the coast was clear. So the boats were lowered, and the Se all excepting the mate and _ boarded them, with much cursing and See I can remember even now the thrill of excitement that went through me as I listened to the splash of their oars and the sound of their voices ae they died away in the distance. Lad though I was, | well knew the dan- vers W hich they chanced, the risk oi being caught with their goods by the officers, and hanged. It must have been about an hour be- fore I at last heard the sound of their voices returning. I thought that things must have gone off pretty well, for | could hear Old Harry chuckling and cursing delightedly. But it was something else he was chuckling about, as | soon learned; for he no sooner got on board than he yelled for the lit- tle dude. When I came forward he drew a little gold ring out of his pock- et, come from God knows where, which could be opened and locked shut. It was the oddest thing | had ever seen. He put it on my finger by the lantern light, locked it, and threw the key into the ocean. “Now,” he said, still chuckling, ‘‘I’ll know you if you ever escape. You needn’t try to pull it off, it’s too tight al jolts And it was, for even with the use of soap and water, | could not get the in- ternal thing off. The wind soon veered to the north, luckily for us, and we set sail for Eng- land again. It was gray dawn when we neared the coast and dropped an- chor in a little inlet, several miles from Portsmouth. I was in hopes that | might be allowed to land, but instead, I was sent below and told to bunk in. | suppose Old Harry knew well enough why I wanted to go ashore, for he ieee at me angrily when I asked to do so and told me I needn’t try any tricks on him. So 1 went below and lay down on my dirty bunk, thorough- ly miserable and unhappy I must have fallen asleep, for the next think I knew, I was awakened by a great shouting, and cursing, and yel- ling above me on the deck. _ I sprang up hastily and ran aft. What I saw filled my heart with joy, for the deck was covered with the king’s soldiers, and a big schooner was lying just along- side ours. I knew at once what had happened. The officers had gotten wind of Old Harry’s last expedition, and had lain in wait for his return and at- tacked him when he least expected it. Old Harry himself was fighting des- peiately ine a muscular young fellow, and as | ete i by, | extended my foot and tripped the guard, for I liked Old Harry well enough now that I saw a chance for escape. 1 crept unnoticed around to the prow, and, climbing down the same old ladder by which | had come up, I jump- ed into the water and swam ashore. | made the best of my way to Ports- mouth where I found my father, who was glad enough to have me back again, and gave me not a word of scolding, nor did my _ step-mother. Somehow, | never disliked her as in- tensely afterwards, and spent the rest of my boyhood years quite happily. 3L— I found out later that all the smug- glers were either killed or captured ex- cepting Old Harry. I often wonder- ed what became of him, and often wished that I could meet him again. My wish was not gratified, however, until years later. It was one after- noon while I was crossing the Channel, that an old man came and sat down be- side me. I paid no particular atten- tion to him until I noticed that he was gazing intently at a ring which I wore- It was the same old ring which Ola Harry had locked on my finger so many years before, for I had had the thing made larger and often wore it, feeling a sort of attachment for it. Ann’s THE PURPLE AND WHITE Presently the old fellow tapped me on the hand, “By Mele saidieeie never could get over cursing he told m2 later, “I'll be drawn and quartered if it isn’t the little dude!” Of course, I knew him at once, and we spent a jolly afternoon going over the old days. He had never smuggled again, after that last time, he told me. for it was too big a risk, and besides, he had amassed quite a fortune. At present, he said, he was living in France, and was regarded as an honest, respectable citizen by his neighbors: “but”, he continued with a sigh. BY, — but I miss the old days.” Visit Miriam Healey “Why Ann, how glad I am to see you! But how you surprised me! Why didn’t you let a fellow know when you got back? I'll forgive you this time though, if you’ll sit right down and tell me all about it.” This was the greeting of Evadna Dure to Ann Marne, her chum, who had just returned from a two month’s visit among her father’s people in Rhode Island. “Well, if you’d really like to hear, I'll tell you, but it won’t all be pleasant memories. In the first place, when | got off the train, a little prim gentle- man seized my suitcase and led the way to the dearest little coupe where Great- aunt Susan was sitting. She looked just as she does in that picture of dad’s, dreadfully severe in a pathetic sort of way. Of course I was so utter- ly tickled at seeing something familiar Icoking that I deftly placed a great big kiss squarely upon her mouth. The poor thing was so astonished that she couldn’t speak for a moment. “On the drive to the house, which was rather long, she asked questions about California and the folks and about my trip. She really seemed perplexed when I told her that I had a lovely trip and wasn’t a bit afraid. It seemed that she didn’t think Dad should have let me travel without some companion. “When we reached the home of my ancestors, she told me that all the rel- alives were coming to dinner, and that I should go upstairs and rest until din- ner time. Now, Vadie, can you, even with your vivid imagination, get a bird’s-eye view of me resting in the day time. But Auntie looked so firm that I followed her up the stairs like a little lamb, (by the way, the house was cer- tainly swell,) to the dearest room Honestly, it was the sweetest place, all pink and silver. Then she left me. | wandered around in my room for three hours, just simply dying to get into the garden. “By and by Ada, an awfully dear girl, who was to be my maid, came up and said that it was time to dress for din- ner. You know how I hate to have anyone fussing around me. She just kept me on pins and needles all the time, but I didn’t want to risk hurting ber feelings by telling her to beat it. When I was ready I ran downstairs. Aunt Susan was waiting at the foot. ‘Is that the way young ladies of California behave themselves? ’ “I was perfectly bewildered. | What had I done? “ “Eastern girls, my dear, never run YEAR 1916 yr downstairs. Such behavior is emly in a Rhode Island Marne.’ knew enough not to talk back, but { just about the size of a five-cent Then the rest of the relatives We went to dinner immed- ) I guess I didn’t shock the poor s by anything I said or did there, no one looked reprovingly at me. mercy on us, what didn’t | do when went into the drawing-room! | {own upon a couch. One of my ins, a really handsome fellow at- ling Harvard, came over. He looked 1e place beside me on the couch but tidn’t sit down. He stood there and ed. Pretty soon I said, ‘Well, don’t you sit down?’ —_ He raised eyebrows, but sat. I learned af- rwards that a girl should always give young man permission to sit beside “After we had talked a while, lel ene, another cousin, came over and said, ‘Do you play, Ann?’ “Of course | said, ‘Well, | ab at it.’ “Everybody looked quite blank ex- cept Max! He said ‘That’s jolly Some over and try.’ ‘Tt played a little while. I don’t remember anything else that happened hat evening, but no doubt they got many a shock. “One afternoon a dandy crowd ot yoys and girls came over and asked me 0 play tennis. Of course | went. After we got to the courts we sat upon he grass “awhile. I was thinking of 1ome. Someone spoke to me, but as didn’t hear what was said, | replied, Huh?’ 2 SANTOS ” you say?’ © Ot saya SAelwilne 7 7 “ What does that mean?’ “ “For the love of Mike, know that? Why that means ‘‘what”’ and “umhuh’’ means ‘‘yes.”’ “Everyone looked shocked, but I had begun to expect that. Then one of the boys proposed a game and the mat- ler blew over. “There’s no use in telling everything that happened and besides I couldn’t remember it all if I tried. I had a lovely time and everyone was splendid ‘lil the night before I started home. Helene was giving a party for me. make a screamed Helene, ‘What did don’t you I) The girls’ dressing room was_ right across the hall from mine. It was about half-past eleven, I think, when I ran upstairs to fix my skirt, which had heen torn in the dancing. Evidently no one saw me go because | was sitting in my room mending my skirt when | heard voices in the hall. The girls were talking out loud. | heard them say ‘Ann Marne’ so I listened. ‘Ann Marne is the coarsest girl I’ve ever met. She uses shocking lang- age, and she is so bold and boisterous.’ “One of the other girls said, ‘Did you see her this evening? She was sitting on the couch talking to Orm and her feet were crossed.’ “ Well, that’s nothing. The other morning she went to the corner grocery wearing a bungalow apron. l wouldn’t treat her at all well if it were not for her people. | know she morti- fies them terribly sometimes.’ “That’s all I heard, but it was enough. 1 went downstairs, finished up the evening, said ‘‘Good Night,’”’ to all the guests, and then went to bed without saying a word to anyone. “The next morning I got up early and packed my trunk and suitcase. Then I telephoned for accommodations on the train. I had a man come for my trunk, then I summoned the family to the library. This is about what I said : “ came here anxious to meet my father’s people. 1 was cordially re- ceived and was given a lovely time. I behaved as I always do, and as all other California girls behave. 1 realized that there yee many differences in our ways, but because you were different from me, I didn’t consider you coarse or queer. Yet because | have acted nat- urally, | am considered by your friends vulgar, coarse, unbearable. It seems 1 was treated respectfully because of you people. [am sorry I have morti- fied you so long without noticing it, but my eyes were opened last night. I will leave the house immediately. My train leaves in an hour and a half. My trunk is gone. My berth is reserved | am very grateful for the many good times you have given me. Until last night I have had a splendid time. I shall take many pieasant memories back with me. If any of you ever come to California, I will try to be as charming to you as you have been to me, and I’ll promise you that Califor ——$) 0} — tians won't consider you queer and un- bearable because you are different from them. “Then | said ‘Good-bye’ and left the room, not giving anyone a chance to say anything. | When I reached San Francisco, I telegraphed Dad that I was coming home. Now I’m here. “Last night I received a letter from Helene asking what had given me the ideas | had as to their opinion of me. THE PURPLE AND WHITE I sat down and answered it, telling her of the conversation | had heard and ot their actions which I could not under- stand until I heard that conversation. I! don’t know what they’ll do when they get it, but I do know this, that I’m so hap py to get back to dear old Califor- nia where people act naturally and not according to a twisted creed of conven- tions, that I think I’ll never leave it again. The Garden of Eden Vaun Darpinian In that slightly known region of Armenian Turkey where the forces of the Turks and Russians are battling to- day, lies the city of Erzerum, known in the Armenian tongue as Garin Kogh- okh. One reaches it only after a twelve days’ journey by Stage coach from the famous seaport Trebizond on the Black Sea. My joy was unbounded as early one morning I climbed into one of the wil- low basket of ‘“‘mafas’”’ slung on each side of the horse’s back and watched the long caravan of a hundred horses laden with merchandise wind its way out of the city gates. For was not la boy of twelve, about to make the long journey over the lofty mountains of Palon Tokon to the holy places of my people, even to the Garden of Eden itself ? Ali, our guide and the owner of the caravan, rode beside me as we left the quaint old city of Erzerum behind, with its many mosques, its great walls, anc Strong gates. The guide was a pictures- que figure, The white turban wound about his head in Arab fashion contrast- ed sharply with his piercing black eyes under heavy eyebrows, and with the dark skin wrinkled and tanned by the hot suns of the summer and the cold winds of winter. His long gray beard flowed down over his breast He was stout and strong, for he had breathed the fresh air of the mountains and drunk the water of the clear streams. His thirty-five years of ex- perience as a “coravangi” had made him familiar with the legends of the surrounding country, and he knew every rock, tree, cave, and spring as a mother knows her child. The sun gradually rose from his hiding place, and spread his golden rays over the snowy tops of the lofty moun- tain range. There lay before my eyes the Mountain of a Thousanc Springs. At every step cold, clear wa- ter was springing up and flowing swiftly into the deep mysterious canyon below. No brush sould paint such scenery. It Was an artist’s dream. We stopped at the head of one of the springs to eat our lunch at noonday. As we devour- ed the toasted bread called “baksemat”’ which we had purchased from the pub- lic ovens in Erzerum, and drank tea made in ‘“‘samavar,’ Ali bagan his story with kindling eye and eager voice. “Once while a shepherd was sitting beside one of these springs,and watch- ing his flocks, he saw a snake crawling toward the spring, carrying another one in its mouth. When it reached the spring, it entered the water. The second snake which a moment before Was apparently helpless seemed to be restored to life and crawled away with its Companion. The charmed shep- herd, thinking that he had found the “fountain of youth,” rushed to the vil- lage to break the news to his master who had been sick for many years. But when they reached the place, to their amazement, they found that one spring had multiplied to a thousand. 34—_— FO] THE YEAR 19106 The master said to the puzzled shep- herd, ‘Which is the spring?’ The poor excited fellow, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, replied, ‘How should I know? One spring has changed into a thousand.’ ” We continued our journey over the mountain road. We could see the flat-roofed villages far in the distance. In the fields the peasants were plowing with their ox teams and wooden plows, while along the road crept the “‘ara- bas” drawn by two pair of oxen and bearing grain and other farm products to the village. We could hear at a great distance the scraping of the wooden wheels on the wooden axles, which were greased with soap. About noon we cam e to a walnut orchard. Eagerly | jumped out of the “mata” and started toward the orch- ard. But suddenly | heard my guide call sharply, “Gere gal, Olan.” turned back and saw his face full of anger, and his eyes glared wildly at me. Timidly, after lunch, I took a cigarette from my father as a peace of- fering, and with what courage 1 could muster, | walked up to Ali and asked him why he looked at me so fiercely and would not let me get some wal- nuts. To my surprise he smiled at me and answered. “Thousands of years ago this forest was presented to our forefathers by God and was deemed a sacred place not only by them, but by all the generations that have come after, both Christian and Mohammedan. Even now the peasants do not dare break so much as a small branch for fear of heavenly punishment.” It was about sunset when our guide said, “‘At last we have arrived at the city of Cain.” Our road grew narrower and, final- ly, it led over a high cliff and down into a deep valley. Now we could hear the murmuring of the water of the Arax, which at every step grew louder and more distinct. In the dis- tance we could see the ruin of two churches, on which the storks had built their nests. The village grave yard could be seen also but only dim- ly. Ali commenced his tale again. “There is the city where Cain lived as a fugitive after killing his brother Abel. Every year on the first of the three days of ‘Resurrection”’ which the peasants keep sacred, if one comes here, he will find millions of snakes crawling on the ruins all day long. But if he comes back again the next day, he will not be able to find a single one.”’ Ali said that he had seen this with his own eyes and had touched the snakes with his own hands. The sun liad sunk behind the mountains when we reached the khan. The next day we journeyed on, and after about an hour’s ride we came to a round hole in the mountain side. Pausing before this place our guide be- gan a story. “A Jong time ago a Christian priest lost his faith and became a leader of a band of Mohammedan robbers. He plundered and robbed all the surround- ing villagers. Once he planned to rob the church on Easter day being sure that all the people would be there decorated with their jewels and orna- ments. Disguised he went to the church to carry out his plan. But when he heard the sacred words of the Resurrection service, he returned to his band and ordered them to go to their caves. But the band murdered the priest and buried him in this place where you see the hole. And every year from that time on, beginning on the first day of “Resurrection,” water rises continuously for forty days, and then it decreases for forty days and the well is dry again until the following year.” About noon we approached a grove called Trees of Adam. Passing through these trees we entered a little village. Here we saw many pieces of broken statues, clay jars, manuscripts, and a human skeleton of extraordinary size. | purchased an old coin from one of the villagers for ten ‘“‘pard.” He was very glad to receive my bright silver coin for his brown copper one which was far dearer to me. Toward evening the next day we left the caravan in the village and start- ed on foot over the last few miles to the Garden of Eden. We _ passed through green meadows where flocks of sheep and goats were grazing, while the shepherd, sitting on a rock sur- rounded by his faithful dogs, was play- ing his flute. And soon we were traveling through a forest of poplar trees, huge, black fig trees and cactu; trees which were called Adam’s fig trees by the peasants. As the twilight fell the bleating of the lambs ceased, and the darkness gradually spread her THE PURPLE AND WHITE wings over all the Garden of Eden And there as we sat under a huge fig tree, Ali related to us in his quaint tongue the story, old yet ever new, of the first man and the Garden of Eden. Love Doubly Blind Olsen Lasater “That’s your decision, is it?” “Yes, that is all I can do. It’s got to be.” “Then, I can tell you that you are consigning your daughter to a life of pain and misery! Man, consider what you are doing.” Kirk Howard, bachelor, aged thirty- five, spoke with fervor and indignation Clean hearted and sympathetic as he was, his soul was stirred to its very depths, and his appeal aroused the oth- er man’s soul and goaded him into speech. In fact, the prophecy in his words would have commanded atten- tion from a person even more sordid than old John Davenal. “IT can’t get out of it, Kirk,”’ man replied. “There’s the old something in this that I can’t understand,’ resumed Kirk. ial have been your neighbor for over two years now, and my nephew, Walter, and your daughter, Milly, have been like brother and sister together. Neigh- bor, don’t you think I am entitled to your confidence in this matter?’’ It was then that old John Davenal blurted out the truth. It shocked Howard. Davenal had got into the clutches of old Daniel Wegg, the vil- lage lawyer. He had been led into unwise investments until he owed the attorney a large amount of money. “As it is,’ concluded Davenal, “Wegg can seize everything | own and leave Milly a pauper. He says he really likes Milly, and he offers to can- cel the debt and deed his property to her if she will marry him. — He’s giv- en me two days to decide.”’ “Why, man, the thing you would do is nothing short of a crime. You would be giving your only daughter, such a lovely girl, to a man twice mar- ried, once divorced, and one utterly selfish and hardhearted. Oh! neigh- bor, this must not be.” “Then it is ruin for me and her, Loom “Better than that she should fade away like a blighted flower. No, no, there is some way out of it. May I see Milly? ”’ “She has agreed to the “Sacrifice! perhaps, in her filial de- votion, but she must never wed Dan- iel Wege. Ah! there she is in the garden. | must speak with her-” Although Davenal feared that his plans might be upset, he dared not pro- test. Howard walked toward an in- distinct form on a bush-sheltered seat. It was Milly. She sat in a sad, weary pose. Her eyes were closed and there were traces of tears upon her wan face. “Soyore, joxoxorn, Clowiikal Howard. She started and looked up like a frightened fawn at the sound of. his footsteps. “Oh! it is you, Mr. Howard,’ she stammered in confusion, and then, as he sat down beside her, despite his grave manner, she nestled towards him, the shadows on her face lifting, as ii he inspired her with a sense of secur- ity. “Milly, he spoke at length, “your father has told me that you are to marry Mr. Wegg.” “J — — -— — | must.” Her lips tightened; her face was a miask of misery. “As an old friend,’’ pursued Howard, “let me ask you one question: Is there someone else?” Her eyes were downcast; a quick ” murmured IR ARNE SOGANIR OTUG fiush overspread her face. “Yes”? she faintly murmured, her voice trembling. Howard gave a_ start. A sudden thought, an new idea had come to him. In a flash, he saw it all;—his neph- ew Walter! Why, of course! Had not Milly for months before the depar- ture of Walter run in upon them, hap- ny and as free as a member of the fam- ily? That she loved Walter, there could be no doubt. And had not the boy written, far away in the West, that “were it not for one he loved, the ex- tie would be an unbearable exper- lencera. They might not have become en- gaged, but “Milly loved Walter; whom else? Why—they were mated in temperament and tastes and above all —in youth! A great, new thought came to How- ard. He loved Walter as his own son. It would take fully a month to reach him and get him back home. Daniel Wegg had set the limit at two days. He turned to the girl. “Milly,’’ he said, striving to speak steadily, “your father thinks he can save himself only by your sacrifice. I can prevent it, and I can aid in getting him out of Wegg’s power. Will you help me do it? Milly, will you— marry me? J am old, it is true, but | will not be a burden to you. It is only to save you. ]—I—”’ He checked the torrent of words which he sought to employ to veil his plan. Milly had uttered a strange cry. She bent towards him. It seemed as if a great gladness shone on her reliev- ed face. Then, burying her face on his arm, she clung to him like a tired child seeking protection and shelter. “Ves—yes,’’ she murmured, ‘Oh, my best, my dearest friend!’ and then sobbing she darted away from him for her father had intruded. Howard told Davenal his plans very bluntly. The latter had refused rmoney, but between Wegg and How- ard there could be no choice. MIES: let the marriage take place at once, ana the money provided to pay off Wegg before the latter could contrive some way to defeat their plans. Both Howard and Milly went through the hurried ceremony as if they were in a trance. The father and minister’s wife were the only witnesses of the wedding. aia ] have some important busi- ness to attend to at my home,’”’ said Howard, in a strained voice, as the clergyman left them. “Milly looked at him timidly. There was a pleading look in her eyes, but he, man-like, thought it was only gratitude for deliverance. “T may not return until to-morrow,’ he added, ‘‘I have some important pa- pers to make out regarding your tuture, Milly,’ and then he was gone. The last look Howard had given her, troubled her and seemed to haunt her. There was a wistfulness in it, which she could not understand and which disturbed her. Her father retired. A deserted bride, Milly stepped to the window and looked out. In the Howard home in the distance a light burned brightly. li seemed to beckon to her. Ten minutes later she stood outside the window of the library in Howard’s house, looking at Howard as he bent ever his writing desk. She could stand the suspense no longer. She crept silently around to the “front door and entered the house. Groping along in the dark, she found the library door. She stole forward noiselessly and looked over the shoulder of the preoccupied writer. Her eyes made out these words, “and so, my dear nephew, | shall be found as it II Gied a natural death, and all that | have is yours and Milly’s. Never tell her the truth, for what are the few years I might have lived, to your long happiness and hers? And so I have saved her for you by marrying her. An unclaimed bride, a widow, all her love will be yours and a Aghast, Milly read the intent of the writer. A sob broke from her. How- ard gave a start and looked around quickly. She sank to her knees by his side. “Milly—my child,’’ he began. “Mr. Howard, Oh! destroy that let- ter. What would you do?” she panted. “For your sake and Walter’s,” he began. “What is Walter to me!’ she cried almost in despair. “He loves anoth- er. Oh! you are blind, doubly blind. Must I tell you that my visits to you: home were due to devotion for the grandest man | ever knew? She was sobbing in his arms. His THE PURPLE AND WHITE face grew bright as he realized the truth ,and all the ways of life seemed to lead to happiness at last. Youths For the Minotaur Ruth Williams “But, Mother dear, there is no other way. Mr. Hamilton said that he would give me a job as mule driver at $1.09 a day, if | would come around in the morning. Think of it! It means that we won’t have to accept charity. | can’t forget Dad’s last words to me. ‘Be sure to take good care of our little mother after I am gone, Son.’ So you see you must let me. Please say yes, Mother.” Sam looked at his mother with pleading eyes, as he begged her to al- low him to go out and work in order to support them. |The mother’s eyes filled with tears as she placed her trem- bling hand on his shoulder. “Dear, it’s hard to let you risk your life in the mine, but I guess it cannot be helped. © May God help you to bear your burden.” This conversation took place in a little town in Pennsylvania, a number of years ago. The boy, Sam Mere- dith, was a large, well-built, attractive boy of sixtee n. At the present time his face wore a rather sad, thoughtful expression, due to the recent death of his father and the realization of his grave responsibility. The mother was a strong contrast to her manly son. For six long, dreary years she had not taken a step without the aid of crutches. She had been injured in a fall from a horse and had never recov- ered. The patient endurance of her misfortune was reflected in her kind, sympathetic face. Her husband had been recently killed in a railway acci- dent, and had left his wife and son ab- solutely nothing other than the house ir which they lived. The one joy in life for her now was her son; and at times she seemed unable to bear the thought of having him work in the mine, for fear of losing him also. The next moining at 6:15, Sam kiss- ed his mother good-bye, and then, bravely andresolutely, walked quickly down the street towards the mine, with his lunch pail swinging on his arm. He had not gone far, however, when a friend hailed him. “Hello, there, Sam, where are you going so early in the morning?” he asked, looking wonderingly at Sam’s old clothes and lunch pail. “I’m going to work in the mine. Mr. Hamilton told me I could be one of the mule drivers in Shaft No. 1,” answered Sam. “But say! 1 don’t understand. Aren’t you going to finish high school?” eNO Oc ml camnuteratiioncemite I’m going to support my mother,” he an- swered proudly. “I am certainly sorry you can’t fin- ish school. I wanted you to try for the long distance race in the next swimming contest, but 1 reckon I’ll have to get some one else. Hard luck! Well, see you later,’ and Joe passed on whistling merrily. When Sam reached the top of the mine, he found nearly fifty boys and men waiting to descend. He was be- wildered and did not know what to do. He looked about in a dazed sort or way. Presently a large, good-natur- ed looking Irishman approached him. “Hello, Son, what’s wrong wid your soul, what’s troublin’ ye now?” — “Why—why nothing, Only I—I was just wondering what I’m supposed to do,”” stammered Sam. “Mr. Hamil- ton told me he would give me a job as mule driver if | would come this morn- ing.” “Sure now, and did the auld man tell ye that? Well, well, here he is, let him spake fer himsilf,”’ concluded Sam’s new friend as Mr. Hamilton, the FORMU EM eer Reon mine boss, approached. “Good morning, my boy. So you have decided to accept my offer?” asked Mr. Hamilton kindly. “Good morning, Mr. Hamilton. Yes, | am ready to go to work,” an- swered Sam eagerly. “Good!—Here, you, George,”’ call- ed Mr. Hamilton to a boy of nineteen. While waiting for him to come up, Mr. Hamilton fastened a small miner’s lamp on Sam’s hat. At the arrival of the boy, Mr. Hamilton said to him, “This is Sam Meredith, George; take him down with you. Find Al Cassidy and tell him that Sam is the boy who is to take his place as mule driver, and tell him also that I want him to be with Sam today and help him get onto the hang of the work.” Dnenincstomoainiee Nemcaldyuee lh ticemls George Flynn; you go with him and he’ll show you what I want done.” With these words he turned and left them. The two boys looked at one another for several seconds without speaking. Finally George shrugged his shoulders in an unconcerned man- ner and said, “Come along kid, its time we’uns was going down.” Sam followed h is new friend over to a red-haired, freckled-faced boy of seventeen whom George said was Al Cassidy; and the three of them, with seven others, stepped into a cage sim- iliar to an elevator. Suddenly the cage dropped with such swiftness that Sam was sent sprawling on his knees. He grasped the legs of the boy nearest him with terror and hung on with all his might. | His companions shouted with laughter, but Sam was so amazed that he did not realize that they were laugh- ing at him. “The rope must have broken,’ he thought. They were still going down a! a terrific speed which sent cold chills up and down the spine of the boy who had never before been taken down into a mine. It was very dark; the only light was a dim one coming from a single miner’s lamp; the others had not yet been lighted. The cage stopped as suddenly as it bad started and sent the boys jostling against one another. “What ails you, young “un, weak in the knees?’ asked one of the boys as he assisted Sam to his feet. “Not usually,” answered Sam. “Say, how far did we come down anyway? Seemed like a mile to me; and do you always come down as fast as that?” “Oh, its about six hundred feet down here, I reckon, but that ain’t so long: iis because you ain’t used to it. We always come down like that. You'll like it when you git used to it.” ‘“Where’s George?’ asked Sam, looking about in the darkness for his friend as they stepped from the cage in- tc a long dark passage. “Here J am, Sammy, me love, what'll ye have?” said George as he grasped him by the arm. “Hurry now, and we will catch up with Al; you'll have to go with him because you're goin’ to drive his mule. ] have one of my own, so I can’t be with you.” Sam in his haste stumbled over the car tracks. “Why, there are tracks in here,” he gasped as he jumped to his feet. “Sure,” laughed George, “I reckon you'll find quite a few things that'll surprise you.” Voices could be heard ahead of them, and George called, ‘‘Hey, Al, wait a minute!’ They soon caught up with him, and the three again went on their way. They had gone more than a quarter of a mile when they came to a large door. A small boy of twelve sat on a stool at the right and opened the door as they came up. Six boys passed through, and the door closed. They walked on for several hundred feet, the boys laughing and chatting merrily together. Sam found everything far different than he expected. | He was unable to eet used to the darkness, for he had fully expected that the mine would be lighted with lamps or electricity. In the darkness he could not estimate dis- tance, but finally they reached an in- clined plane. A small car stood at the bottom, and the boys began to get in. Sam hesitated, but he saw George mo- tioning to him, so he got in also. The car began to ascend very slowly at first, gathering speed as it went higher. About half way up they passed a car load of coal going down. The two cars, the descending car and the as- cending car, were worked by a cable, the full car going down pulling the empty car up. Upon reaching the top the boys all got out. Sam’s eyes were filled with amaze- ment as he looked about him. Here was a farmyard underground. A long, barn-like structure was at one side, and mules were being led out by boys ranging from fifteen to nineteen years of age. A watering trough stood near the large door of the barn. Sam looked around for George, but was unable to find him. He saw Al, however, and walked quickly over to him. “Say, Al, what do I do first, and where shall | put my lunch?” “You follow me, Bo’, and I’ll show you what’s what! Hang your pail on one of those empty nails yonder, and get a move on; don’t be so slow.” Sam hurriedly hung his lunch pail as directed, and hastened back to Al who was waiting for him. They ente.ed the barn t ogether, and Sam saw more mules of various sizes and colors. Al went up to a black mule with a white spot on his left front leg. The mule snapped at him viciously, but Al mere- ly said, “Turn around there you ugly villain, before I get mad. Now watch me Sambo, and git everything Ido. See here’s where we keep his harness, and this is the way it goes on. Just a word of advice tho’—look out for his head; he’d just as soon bite a fellow as eat hay. Otherwise he’s a pretty good sort. No danger from his heels. He doesn’t care much for strangers, but he’ll soon get used to you. — I call him Romeo. Some name, eh?” Al laughed good-naturedly, and Sam joined him. They then went out, Al leading the mule by a short rope. They went to a car and hitched the mule to il. “This is our first car, Sam. Jump on and we'll take it to get loaded. When you want him to stop yell ‘Whoa!’ and when you want him to go say ‘Git up,’ to’ the right, ‘Gee’, and to the left, ‘Pettywo’. He understands. The cars run on these tracks so there is no danger of losing your way.”’ The two boys jumped on the bump- ers of the car, and the mule started down the track at a brisk walk. They had not gone far when the mule turned into a passage, the door of which was THE PUREE VAND WHE opened by a small boy. “Now we’re goin’ up to where the miners are to git the car filled. Pret- ty spookey around this direction, so you want to keep your thoughts wel! collected or a ghost will get you. By the way, Romeo doesn’t like ghosts, so you want to hang on to the lines pretty tight or he’ll dump you out without much ceremony.” Sam looked suspiciously around as it he really expected to see a ghost step out from the surrounding blackness—a blackness which was penetrated only by the taint gleam from the lamps fast- ened on the heads of the miners. Sam hardly knew what to think of the boys whom he had met thus far. They were so different from the boys who went to the village high school. Most of these were rough and ill- spoken, yet the majority of them were kind hearted and willing to “lend a hand.” By this time Al and Sam had reached a coal chamber where the car was to he loaded- They jumped from the car, unfastened the mule, and started to walk back for another car. As the boys were walking back, Al suddenly jumped on Romeo’s back. “Git on quick,” he yelled. Sam jumped on and grasped Al around the waist. The mule gave an angry snort and started to run madly down the passage. Sam gave a startled ex- clamation “Oh!’’, but Al merely laugh- ed. “Now for some fun,’’ he called out, and gave the mule a vigorous kick with the heel of his shoe. | While the mule ran, Al laughed and shouted at the top of his voice. “Go it, you old fool! Go it! Hang on Sambo! Whoa there! Never mind any fancy curves please—Oh that’s it! Now for a good run. BedtauctmvOmit Romeo, me beauty. Say, did you ever have anything like this before? Great, ain’t it? Never mind, now komeo, quit your kiddin’, We’re right here, and we’re calculatin’ to stay here, too, if you don’t kick us off. Not sc fast—whoa there! Whoa! Say, can’ you hear nothin’, Romeo, you old Ute Thus it continued, the mule running as fast as his legs could carry him and the boys too, and Al talking as fast as —40— FOR THE YEAR 1916 his tongue would let him. It did not take them long to get back to the barn for another car. They got a drink, hitched the mule up, and went back again. Thus the hours were whiled away until noon. Then the boys all gathered together at the barn and ate their lunches. Sam was hot and tired. He had never worked so strenuously before in his life; he was tasting real hardship for the first time. He was beginning to think that working in the mine was far more severe than he had first thought it would be, but he would never admit this to his mother. The afternoon continued very much as the morning had passed. | When it was finally time to quit, Sam was hard- ly able to drag one foot after the other. He wondered how the other boys could possibly be so happy, and apparently so free from all care. “How do you feel, Sam?’’ asked George kindly, as he noticed that Sam lagged behind. “Well, to tell the truth, George, I’m rather tired,’ answered Sam with a sigh. “No doubt, no doubt; but you'll get over that. Used to feel the same way myself, but Oh well you'll get used to it. And that’s a blessing, too, ‘cause it would git to be so bad that you’d just as soon die, al- most, as to come here. But, cheer up! The worst is yet to come.” A warm supper awaited him at home, and his mother’s sad, sweet smile helped him forget his aches and pains. “Are you tired, dear?’ she asked, as she smoothed the hair from his hot forehead. “Yes Mother, a little, but I’ll be all right as soon as I can get to bed and to sleep.” “Better go to bed as soon as you finish eating, and get a good rest. Oh, Boy, I’m so sorry you have had to stop school; 1 wish 1 could do some- thing. Let me take in sewing, and you go to school.” ‘Tears filled her eyes as she spoke, but Sam only shook his head. “No, Mother, I can’t think of it. You could not stand it. Ill study nights; after 1 once get started to working, | won’t be so tired.” “Very well, Sam, but I would be willing to do anything, if only you could go to school. Through eating? Better go to bed then.” “11] help you with the dishes first, and then I’ll go to bed.” The following morning Sam went to work at 6:15, and at the same time every morning but Sunday for the next five months. He became a very ef- ficient mule driver, having made friends with Romeo as well as with all the men and boys in the mine. At nights he studied Geometry, Latin, and a little English. His mother _ still grieved because he had to quit school to work, but she did not say as much about it now as she had done at first. One morning nearly six mon ths af- ter Sam’s first arrival at the mine, he noticed a peculiar odor in one of the passages through which he was passing. “Smells like gas! Wonder if it is!’ lie thought, but immediately forgot about it in his efforts to keep his posi- tion on the bumper when Romeo made a startled leap. “Now Romeo, what’s troubling you? 1 wouldn’t do that if I were an ugly black mule with a white spot on one leg. You nearly dumped me off; say, can’t you be still a minute? Funny i never saw these rats before. I wonder where they came from. Oh, I s ay, Romeo, have a heart. How do you expect me to stick on here with you jumping around like a crazy per- son?” As he was about to enter the cham- ber in which the car was to be filled. he turned and glanced over his shoul- der, and his eyes filled with horror at what he saw. A quick, brilliant flash seemed to light up the whole passage for a quarter of a second, and then a crash echoed and re-echoed through the whole mine ;the very earth seemed tc move from its course, so terrific was the shock. Sam was knocked violently to the ground, and lay in a stupor. When the boy awoke, he found him- self lying on the ground in total dark- ness. His head ached with dull, pain- ful throbs. He tried to rise, but fell back with a moan because of the ter- rible pains in his legs. He reached out his hand, and it came in contact with the cold dead body of his mule. With a shudder he jerked it back. ee “Poor old Romeo!” he thought as he again tried to rise. He fell back in a faint, amd when he again came to him- self, he was chilled to the bone. Some invisible force seemed to be pressing the sides of his head in. His whole body ached from the cramped position, yet he could not move. “Oh God, end it all.”’ he cried with a sob. At that moment he heard a low moan at his right. He could hardly believe his ears. He lay still for a few moments listening. “Oh, Weh! Weh! du lieber Gott in Himmel.” Sam forgot his own pain upon hear- ing those words spoken by someone who was suffering intensely. “Who’s there?’ called Sam throug the darkness, but no answer came. “Who’s there?’”’ he called again. “Ach, mein Freund, es ist only poor Fritz, and I half such pains, ach—ach.”’ Sam gritted his teeth and tried to rise, but it was useless. His legs were absolutely helpless, and his head whirled. Finally he tried to crawl, but had to go very slowly. He could move several inches, but must then stop to get strength to go further, for the pain was so great that he was al- most unable to bear it. It took sey- eral hours to reach the German, and when he did, he could only gasp for breath and bite his lips from pain. “Oh, my head, my head,’ cried Sam, and then passed into unconscious- ness. “Poor little shaver,’ murmured Fritz sympathetically, “I wish I could help him, but ich kann nicht. They’ll come soon to get us. Ach, those poor fellows back there.’’ “When Sam finally regained con- sciousness the German had fallen a- sleep, but he soon awoke. “Ach, mein Sohn, I am going to die. Meine poor Lena. She will mourn; und die Kinder. Poor little ones. The men will come for you soon, und when you get oudt, tell my Lena that I love her yet while I am in another world, und to take good care of die Kinder. Auf wieder sehn, mein Freund, und vergiss nicht.’’ With that he passed to the land where there is neither pain nor sorrow. Hours later Sam heard voices, but he nee eee THE PURPLE AND WHITE was too weak to cry out, so lay still, hoping and praying that he would be found. He closed his eyes in relief as he heard a man say, “That young Meredith ought to be along here somewhere; hello, what’s this?’ as he stumbled over the body of Romeo. He held his light closer and saw the mule, and then his eyes rested upon the pale, grim face of Sam. “Well upon my word! Look who‘s here. Are you hurt badly, Laddie?” he asked as he stooped over the boy. “Oh, I dunno, not much | guess,” and Sam smiled feebly. “Come on fellows, here’s Sam Meredith,”’ called the leader of the res- cue party to a number of men who carried a stretcher. As they liftei Sam, he again fainted. When he awoke, he found himself in bed with both legs in splints, and his head bandaged until only his eyes, nose and mouth, were visible. He looked up, and met the anxious gaze of his mother. “Why, Mother, what’s the matter?” he inquired as he noticed the paleness of her thin face. “Oh, my Boy, my Boy, you have had such a narrow escape. Are you really better?’ “Of course Iam, Mother, but how long have I been like this? And tell me; were George and Al saved?” “Por three weeks you have lain here between life and death, Sam; and how I prayed that you might get well. George was saved, but he was very Seriously hurt; he may be a cripple for life. The doctor say that he might recover if he could have a certain op- eration, which is very expensive and utterly beyond the means of George’s folks. His back was injured in some way. But Al didn’t leave the mine alive. He was burned to death; his poor mother is broken hearted. Oh Sam, Sam, how can I ever thank God enough for saving you. But I fear i am saying too much. You must not be excited. | Only I must tell you the good news, yet it is sad, too. My father, just before his death two weeks ago ,heard of your accident and willed you $10,000. You know he was al- ways very bitter against me for mar- rying your father, but it seems that he I R THE YEAR 1916 has forgiven me, and showed his for- giveness through you.’ ONIN, Mother, I am so glad for your sake. Now you won't have to work, and I can finish school. Poor Al and George. 1 am sorry; they were both good to me. I hope George gets well.”’ As his mother left the room, he smiled contentedly and said; “‘If that money can bring my little mother hap- piness, then I’m just glad that mine ex- plosion happened, and that | got hurt. if only the other poor fellows didn’t have to suffer for it too. I know what Pll do. Ill take part of the mon- ey to help make George well. And I must not forget to hunt up that Ger- man’s family when I can, and give them his message.”’ With that thought in his mind, he closed his eyes, and with a sigh of content, went to Sleep. The Stolen Letter May Owens Coleridge College was one of the most popular schools for girls in the West. We just loved it, even if the President was awfully cranky and en- deavored to suppress some of our most coveted pleasures, such as midnight feasts. We never really knew w hy, but it seemed that the holding of a midnight feast was one of the unpard- onable sins. At the beginning of my second year, we Sophomores decided that it was our duty to entertain the Babies (by that I mean the Freshmen). —_In order to add to the trials and tribulations of that tormented class, I suggested that i get them to Moreham Hall for a banquet and fool them by not appear- ing. This was readily taken up and, as I was the originator of the brilliant idea, the girls said that I must get the invitation to the Freshmen. In despair | ransacked my brain, but all to no purpose. How about sending it through the mail? No, no, that would not do, because all the school mail was examined. What could I do? Greatly troubled, 1 started to my room to meditate upon my _ problem On my way | passed some Freshmen, all talking at once. I just happened te catch these words: ‘‘Those reports will be the death of me. I] suppose I'll have to obey orders and read that old ‘Stoddard’s History’, instead of the Fascinating novel which | bought yes- terday.”’ Hurrah Away I rushed to my room — 43 hardly able to suppress my excitement because an awful burden had suddenly been lifted from my brain. Snatching up a pen I hastily wrote the following: “To the Freshmen Class: You ane cordially invited to partake of a stolen feast in the attic of Moreham Hall at ten o’clock on Thursday night.’ “7 rushed to the library with the let- ter, and after a careful search, found Stoddard’s History’. With a sigh of relief | put the letter into me Taking a magazine to a distant table, I sat down to await the arrival of my een After a long time, as it “seemed to me, the door opened, but it was only Mr. Jackson, a young teacher of our school. With forced patience | went on reading, but wearying of the uninteresting story | looked up, and to my dismay, ‘beheld Mr. Jackson with “Stoddard’s History’ in his hand. Hoping that he w ould not see the note, as i was very near sighted, | watched i painful silence. but alas! my hopes w oe soon shattered, for he found the letter. As he scanned the paper closely, a peculia r look came into his face. Finally he stuck it into his pocket and immediately left the room. 1 was so shaken by the incident that | sat and gazed stupidly at the now empty history. At last | realized that the situation demanded immediate ac- tion. Pushing back my chair | rushed out of the library and to my relief saw some of my classmates at the foot of the steps. In the twinkling of an eye I was in their midst telling them of my latest trouble. “What shall we do?” wailed Ger- trude Bay. “Don’t ask me,’’ I said crossly. ‘Fo: Goodness’ sake stop howling and think of something sensible. It’s all my fault | know, but I can’t help it now.” “O, I know, | know, “cried Blanche Baxter excitedly. “Come over to my room where we may be sure that there are no eavesdroppers.”’ We went to Blanche’s room, and as soon as we were seated she began: “‘I have the boy’s clothes here that I wore tc the masquerade. We'll fix you up as a boy, and then the landlady will certainly let you go to Mr. Jackson’s room. Be sure to find out first if he is at home, because in that case you wouldn’t want to go in-” “Oh Blanche,” I cried, “You are a ministering angel to my troubled soul. Where are the clothes? ” Blanche brought them, and soon | was dressed, with my sport shirt col- lar turned up to hide the braid which hung down my back, and a pair of nose glasses on. ‘Goodness’ sake, child, don’t put your cap on in the house, and don’t forget to take it off to the landlady,”’ instructed Gertrude, as I started out on my adventure, with many compliments on my boyish appearance. I went to the house where Mr. Jack- son boarded and rang the bell, but I was hardly able to refrain from running when the landlady appeared. I gruffly asked her if Mr. Jackson was in, remembering Blanche’s instructions. “No, but he said for you to wait in his room. You are Mr. Dal Irving aren't you?” was the astonishing reply. “Vil wait,” I said not answering her question. “All right,” she said, ‘Come right up this way.” “After being taken up a couple of flights of stairs, I was left in a neatly but plainly furnished room. I began miy search at once, reassuring myself by the thought that the letter really he- lo nged to me. ‘I had just closed the desk, as the room was getting dark and the letter was not to be found, when I heard footsteps just outside the door. My first impulse was to flee down the fire escape, but on second thought ! THE PURPLE AND WHITE picked up a magazine from the table and was looking at it when Mr. Jack- son entered. “Well, Dal, I’m sorry 1 kept you waiting,”’ he said, glancing at me through his half-inch thick glasses. “It must have been stupid.”’ “That’s all right,” | growled almosi afraid to speak. “You have a cold, haven’t you?” he asked. “Well, the reason | had you come up here was to tell you about a letter I found,” and he proceeded to tell me of my own letter. “Do you want to read it?’’ he asked as he arose to turn on the light. “Never mind about turning on the light,” I said hastily, forgetting to growl. “I'll take your word for what is in the letter. By the way, what do you intend to do about it? You aren't going to report the writer of the letter, are your? “Oh, no, no, I would just like to find out who wrote it and have some fun: that’s all, ‘‘ he remarked hastily. “Why, I didn’t suppose that you car- ed to have fun,’ I blurted out before | thought. “Have fun? Why, man, don’t you remember the scrapes that I used to get into at Harvard?” he said, looking at me curiously. I was mighty thankful that the light wasn’t turned on. Just at this moment the telephone rang, and he rose to answer it. I heard him say, “‘Hello. Yes. ] don’t think that I understand. Why he is here now. It must be a mistake, but I'll come down and see about it. Good-bye.”’ “Excuse me,” he said) turning to me. “Pl be back in a minute.”’ With a thankful sigh, I heard him run down the stairs, but I didn’t wait to sigh again, for I was afraid he would come hack, so, snatching the letter from the table, I ran to the window and climbed out onto the fire escape. Trembling | felt my way from step to step, and was almost to the ground when I heard Mr. Jackson say at the window, “‘it’s so dark that I can’t see him out here, Dal. I wonder what on earth he wanted.” Knowing now that it was too dark for them to see me, I climbed on down the fire escape and ran to Blanche’s Sie R THE YEAR 19416 room where the girls were nervously awaiting my return. After I told my adventure, Gertrude said, ‘Well, girls, | think that was rath- er a mean thing even to attempt to do, so I suggest that we entertain the Fieshmen very royally in the Banquet Hall to help us forget the joke that came home.” And so we fell to planning for the real banquet. Why Be Thin? Anna Shirk Nan surveyed herself in the mirror with an appraising eye. Her name was really Be given her by a poetical Aunt, but she was just Nan to everyone. Her first look was a gen- eral one, but the second was critical ana in detail. eles ting fat.” She was startled and surprised by hei discovery. Nan had a horror of get- ting fat, for firmly fixed upon her mind was the lot of some of her friends she ejaculated, “I’m get- who could neither dance, play tennis, nor do anything gracefully because of their size. Her mind turned temporarily from her disturbing discovery to the dress she was about to put on. It was a soft, flimsy affair, a new one, made es- pecially for the Girls’ party that after- noon. The High School girls were giving it, and their parties always were ecasions for the display of new frocks. She wriggled into its consoling soft- ness and called upon her mother to fasten it. Mrs Carter looked upon her daughter with pride in her eye and joyfully set about fastening the many hooks. At {he belt she paused and tugged. ‘Why Nan you’re growing larger, i can hardly fasten it.” “t know it—-I look like an elephant. Why on earth did you gather it so much around the waist? I look like that Mrs. Fair, who weighs two hun- ared.”’ It was a worried Nan who appeared at the party that afternoon. All the girls commented upon the charms of her dainty gown. “But, Nan dear, stouter than you used to be.” I do believe you’re Sever- al of her friends made this remark dur- ing the afternoon. “Now for a diet and much exercise,’ groaned Nan as she tossed about be- tween snatches of troubled sleep that night. She decided to take no decisive ac- tion until after school was out though it seemed to her that she was increasing in size each day. It was almost as harrowing as watching freckles appear in summer time. One week later Nan seated herself and determinedly mapped out a strict regime by w hich she hoped to acquire the slender figure she so much admir- ed. All sweets, her chief weakness, were on the forbidden list. It was a scant, almost insufficient menu which remain- ede Her program of exercises called for muscle movement, rolling, and much walking. Every dawn during the next week found Nan out of bed at four o’clock, rolling rapidly around the room, breathing deeply, and then setting out for a brisk walk, returning almost starved to sit down to a breakfast of dry toast and fruit. She surveyed her figure before the mirror with painstaking + regularity but sick at heart, for she looked even fat- ten. “T will be thin, even if it takes hard labor and starvation. I just will not be fat,’ she would exclaim after each visit to the weighing scales. The next week found Nan running a mile each morning so early that not another person was up. After two such mornings, she seemed to be de- creasing. “Bine’’! she beamed, ‘to-morrow 1t — will be two miles.”’ Flushed and warm, but with a de- termined look in her eyes, the next day, up one hill and down the other she ran. Looking up she saw “Winding Hill”, so called because of its steepness. She decided to make that before going home. On she sped! She finally gained the top, panting and breathless. But as she turned to go down, her foot slip- ped and poor Nan started on a swift, steady roll. There was nothing to cling to, so on and on she rolled. She finally struck something solid which proved to be a camp stool. Before her stood a young man sketching a landscape which had so absorbed him that he had not heard her approach. It was an embarassing situation. Be- fore he could aid her, she was on her ees He smiled a bit ruefully. “Well, do you always come down in that fashion?’ Nan, much shaken and frightened y her accident and a bit hysterical tughed uncertainly. “And are you always seated in con- venient places to halt damsels who prefer rolling to walking?’ He helped to brush a little of the b 1 THE PURPLE AND Wuitg hillside from her middy, and then there followed an awkward pause. Meeting a Strange young man in this fashion is to joke. Besides she knew her face was dirty and her hair a wreck. He broke the silence by laughing, and after a moment she joined in. In- cidentally the laugh also broke the ice of conversation, and she was ver) soon admiring the sketch he had been working upon. This led him to say hat he was visiting an uncle on his va- cation and was sketching to pass away he time. And then, because of little else to say, she told him of her efforts to be hin, which explained her presence ai hat unusual hour. “O why be thin?’’ he exclaimed, “I don’t like thin, scrawny girls, | like hem — —er. well, just nice like yOu.” Nan flushed. ‘Do you?” she inquir- ed shyly and a little thoughtfully. “Well ——— _ —”’ Well—Nan roamed no more by the dawning light, and the following Sun- day brought her a lovely box of nice. fattening chocolates. But—Why be Thin? FIO TUE YEYAIR USM: Brief Mention ean Ope M@ WERE The work of the school for the past year has been the most successful, | may say, of any year in its history, while the attendance has been consid- erably larger than ever before. In the year 1913-14 the enrollment was 103, in 1914-45, 130; in 1915-16, 150. And the building which seemed so large a few years ago is now hardly adequate for the work of the school. In the work of the school we have attempted larger things than ever be- fore, and carried them through success- fully. There has been a general im- provement in scholarship in all depart- ments, while the work in dramatics, de- hating, and music has been far in ad- vance of anything ever before attempt- ed in the history of the school. As the high schools are rated at the University of California according — to the ‘index figures’? published in the re- port of the high school examiner to the President of the University, the Madera high school has moved up from the one hundred and twenty-sixth place in 1943 to the thirty-second place in 1915. The two most notable events of the year have been the Shakespearian pag- eant, participated in by the entire school, and the singing of the high school chorus at the California State Teachers’ Association held at Fresno. Of the Shakespearian pageant one of the local papers said: ‘‘For a large school to have accomplished such a feat would have been noteworthy, but for a high school the size of Madera to have attempted the pageant and the play with the costuming, acting, sing- ing, dancing, and the scenery which it required, and to have made such a complete success is nothing short of re- markable.’ Of the singing before the teachers of the State Convention, a of the State Commissioners said that the Madera Principal. high school had all the other high schools in the state backed clear off the stage when it came to singing. With our machinery installed in the new manual training building our work in that department has assumed more definite proportions. And when the new machines. for which the High School Board have made allowance, and which have already been purchas- ed, are installed we will have, although not the most extensive, yet the very dest equipment to be found in any high school in the state. It is intended that every First year soy shall have an opportunity to take he age training work his first year; also, that the First year girls shall have he near ta ot beginning their work in the domestic science department their first year. This will be the case if here are not too many of them. Through the courtesy of Mr. J. Wal- er Schmitz we were able to secure ath- etic grounds suitable for track and field events and the school has taken up track athletics for the first time. We sent a team to Fresno to compete in he annual track meet of the Valley Schools, and with an entry of twenty schools, most of whom have had had regular track teams for several years, we have no apologies to offer for not climbing up higher than the tenth place. The school is likely to climb up a notch or two higher in athletics in the year to come. The Spanish language has been ad- ded to the Commercial course the past year, and is elective as an extra subject in the other courses. — It is hoped that about twenty-five boys will come into the school with their faces set toward the study of Agriculture. Provision will be made foran agricultural course just as soon as the demand is made for Il. DHE URP BE SANIDS WORE The “Purple and White” IMUIBILUSISUEID) IBN INVES) PUPILS —OF THE— Madera Union High School Madera, California 1916 We es ag ar VIOLA MACON - - -- = -- = EDITOR DONALD LEIDIG -- = - -- -- - -- Assistant Editor WALDO WOODARD - - -- -- BUSINESS MANAGER SES iseo iE VENS -- = {st Assistant Business Manager ANNA SHIRK -- -- - 2nd Assistant Business Manager cae Wl Sem) ov any those WL) Donald Leidig Waldo Woodard Viola Macon Shirk Leslie Stevens Anna THE PURPLE AND WHITE MEMBERS OF STAFF Mary Petty William) Mickel Hazel Appling Louise Meilike Mrs. Mary C. Burch Ruth Williams Mary Mickel = PMS ARE OnG MEMBERS OF STAFF Harvey Allen Lucille Gambrill Vaun Darpinian Lois Newman Miriam Healey Francis Kegel. THE PURPLE AND WHITE Once more the time has come for the students of the Madera Union High School to submit to their friends the annual issue of the Purple and White. Our aim this year has not been to put out the biggest Purple and White ever published, but the best Purple and White ever published, and every effort has been toward that end. In our paper we have tried to give some idea of the school life, work, and organiza- tions. If we have succeeded, it will be seen that the school has made much progress during the past year. The students, with a few exceptions, seem to realize that their opportunities have been increased and have tried to make the most of them. We feel especially grateful to our patrons for the new Industrial Arts building which has so greatly increased the efficiency of the school. We real- ize it has been an added burden on the taxpayers of the county, but it has cer- tainly been appreciated by every stu- dent in the school. Much progress has also been made along the line of debating, which has played an important part in the work of the past term. There js perhaps no other school activity which requires so much concentrated effort and real thinking and has such practical benefits. A little debating shows, as no other school activity does, the necessity of a broad, definite knowledge of facts and current events. It is certainly an ac- tivity in which every student should take an interest. Although girls’ athletics have been neglected for various reasons, the boys have made splendid progress in track athletics. Since this is the first year we have had this sort of athletics, we did not expect to make brilliant records, but we have a good start and are sure of greater achievements. The staff wishes to take this oppor- tunity to thank the students for their hearty co-operation, the teachers for their kind and willing criticism, and es- pecially our advertisers who have made it possible for us to publish this paper. DHE WEAR MONG pessscocsssestestessessssssssssstatacscos secs teessst esses sesso) stegsasesgesstsaseststststetetstetets teases ssaeee sae Tees 2 Agricultural Club Beet fiat eee cetiadn seenasennesnnsssasssgassensesnestensssnssasseaasaassnaeseasedt Carl Meilike The Agricultural Club of the Madera High School was organized last year by the County Farm AMolwiser, Mie, TW, C, Mayhew. The club is composed en- tirely of High School Students. If an outsider wishes to join, he must have the unanimous consent of the club. Our club this year has ten members, which is a considerable increase over last year’s club. The object of the association this year is stated in Article I] of the Con- stitution, which reads: The purpose of the club is to promote interest in the breeding and improvement of high grade swine; to instruct its members in the prevention and eradication of the diseases peculiar to swine, and to in- still in the boys a love for farm ani- mals which will result in their taking more interest in farm life. Every member of the club this year secured two pigs between the ages of eight weeks and eight months. | Some of the contestants bought one registered hog and one grade hog, the purpose being to show the members that regist- ered stock is far superior to the grade stock. | Every member is suy oplied with pamphlets concerning hog raising by the Agricultural Experiment Station ae Berkeley. He has a record book 1 which he keeps a complete record ai the feed, care, and cost of the hogs. If he does not comply with the rules given in the record os he is eliminated trom the Club. “he Club holds regu- lar meetings at oe subjects of inter- est are discussed. The boys tell o: some of the experiences they have haa and what they have learned so far on hog raising. Once a month the club, under the supervision of Mr. Mayhew, visits some ranch that is of interest to the Club members, as for instance, they recently visited the hog ranch of Henry Webb where the work with which the boys are concerned is carried on exten- sively. Two men from the University have given us short talks on different sub- jects relating to the care of hogs. — Re- cenit Dr. B. J. Cady of the United States Veterinary Field Agency of Berkeley gave a most interesting ‘dem- onstration of the vaccination of hogs for hog cholera. The students of the University Farm at Davis publish a weekly paper called “The Agricola,” in which they print each week a column of Agricultural Club work and notes of the various High School Clubs throughout the State. The paper also contains a question box where all the queries from the Club members are answered and fully explained. At the conclusion of the year’s work, judges will be elected by the Ae and they will decide on the winner of the contest, awarding the prize on the fol- lowing basis: Value of pigs with regard to weight and stock, 30 per cent. Profit made by contestant judging irom recoid of cost of production, 50 per cent. Essay, ‘How I raised my Pigs,’’ 10 per cent. System and accuracy of keeping rec- crds, 10 per cent. The prize winner will be given 4 transcontinental tour provided the club can raise $250. The next six prize winners will go to Davis where they will be entertained for a week by the Students of the University. Many boys who had believed that an education was not necessary for farm- ing, now realize that the modern sc ien- tific methods are far superior to the old- time ways and have come to the con- clusion that perhaps an education is not such a bad thing on the farm after all. So the club has accomplished much good beyond the mere informa- tion obtained. THE PURPLE AND WHITE STUDENT BODY OFFICERS Joedwin Willis Louise Meilike Wim. Mickle Lyall Vanderburg Student Body Notes Student Body sessions opened on September 7th with a great amount of enthusiasm on the part of the students and much dignity on the part of the ofticers. The ofticers for the first semester worked diligently and faithfully to en- courage an interest in Student Body af- fails. These officers were: Leslie Stevens President Vaun Darpinian .. Vice President Mabel Trinidade Secretary Lyall Vanderburg . Treasurer After the election in February a new set of officers was placed in control. With the following students in oftice, it is needless to say that the good work of the first semester was continued: Joedwin Willis President William Mickel .. Vice President Louise Meilike Secretary Lyall Vanderburg .... Treasurer } Re ANSE, NOEVAIRE HOST FRESHMAN RECEPTION When the Freshmen were informed that a banquet was to be given in their honor by the three upper classes on October twenty-second, their conceit, which had been a little dashed when they first entered High School and found themselves considerably negligi- ble, was fully revived. They strutted toward the High School on the momen- {ous evening with quite an important air, but their carefully effected com- posure was completely broken when they were conducted to the Assembly Hall and saw before them a banquet, the like of which they had never dream- edk However, they conducted them- selves very well for Freshmen, and the upper classmen found only a few repri- mands necessary. After a short pro- eam, the floor was cleared, and an Louise Meilike indoor track meet was held. The youthful guests were allowed to win, of course, the upper classmen not having the heart to defeat them and give their childlike pride such a blow. At eleven o’clock the Freshmen were sent home, and their hostesses assured the anxious mamas who called for them that the little tots had behaved remark- ably well for first year pupils. ALUMNI BANQUET Perhaps the jolliest affair of the en- tire year was the Alumni Banquet, giv- en on the seventeenth of December. The spacious Assembly Hall, with its streamers of royal purple and white, with its gay-colored flowers, and with its long tables upon which was spread a sumptuous repast, made a most at- tractive sight. The delicious banquet, which was prepared and served by the Sophomore girls, was a complete success, and many were the compliments given the youthful cooks by the guests of the evening. After everyone had partaken of the cood things, the toast master called upon representatives from all the classes from ’97 down; and all respond- ed with witty speeches. An amusing little program was next presented, and the floor was then quickly cleared, and dancing enjoyed to a late hour. Many were the acclamations of re- eret when the strains of the closing waltz sounded through the room. All present united in declaring the banquet of 1915 a most delightful one. SOPHOMORE-JUNIOR PARTY On the evening of March 17, a most delightful party was given in the Cath- clic Club House by the Sophomores to the Junior Class. It was in the nature of a consolation farty to the Juniors who had lost the debating championship to the Seniors that afternoon. However, the jollity and gayety of the Sophomores soon dispelled any gloom that still hung over the defeated ones, and they were pres- ently dancing their sorrows away. Late in the evening a dainty repast was served, which was heartily enjoyed by all. Songs and class yells ended the evening’s fun, and many expres- sions of appreciation were showered upon the Sophomores by the now hap- py Juniors. JUNIOR-SENIOR RECEPTION But the most brilliant event, per- THE PURPLE AND WHITE haps, of the entire year was the recep- tion given in honor of the Senior Class by the Juniors. The Improvement Club House had been artistically decor- ated for the occasion in green and gold, and silver, a combination of the Senior and Junior class colors. Sprays of smilax and acacia had been scattered over the tables, which gleamed with their shining array of silver and china. When all were seated, the Juniors sang “All Hail, Green and Gold” in honor of their guests; and then the courses of the sumptuous banquet were served with the Junior boys acting in the capacity of waiters. When the tables had been relieved of their burden, toasts were announced and several witty speeches were given by members of the two classes and Faculty. An amusing program was then presented, ending with a sliort, comic play. After the floor had been cleared, an indoor track meet was held, the Sen- iors winning the prize, a huge box of candy. The rest of the evening was spent in dancing and playing cards, and when the Seniors departed at the magic hour, they declared it to be one of the most delightful affairs they had ever attended. RE BAR OMG Miriam Healey During the past term music has tak- en a still more important part in our school life than last year. We have given four concerts and will give an- other before the term closes. On the evening of November 5, 1915, the High School Chorus sang the beautiful oratorio, ‘The Holy City”. The Lincoln auditorium was crowded, the audience being the larg- est and most enthusiastic which has heard us sing the oratorio. The second concert was presented on the evening of January 28, 1910. We were again greeted by a large, in- terested audience. The program for this concert was varied. The ‘Aut Wiedersehn Waltzes’ and the cantata, “The Death of Minnehaha’, were per- laps the choruses which pleased most. The chorus entertained the Madera County Teachers’ _ Institute Monday evening, March 13. The program consisted of several solos and quar- tettes as well as choruses. eabilensea Hath Its Pearls,” ‘‘Inflammatus Est” and the ‘‘Marvelous Work’? were per- haps the most favored choruses. On March 16 the chorus was taken to Fresno by special train to sing in the White Theatre before the Central Sec- tion of the California State Teachers’ Association. We sang five numbers. We consider it quite a tribute that those educators, tired by a week’s work, en- joyed our program as they did. They showed their appreciation not only by enthusiastic applause, but also by speaking words of praise to our direc- tor, Mr. Harvey, and to other Madera people. The last concert of the year will be given in June. Four of the chief num- bers to be sung are the “‘Phantom Chorus”, from ‘“‘La Somnabula’’, the humorous part song, ‘Tittle Jack Horn- er’, “The Heavens are Telling’? from the “Creation”, and the ‘‘Hallelujah Chorus” from the “Messiah” solos, and cuets. We are striving to make this the best concert of the year. We conclude the year’s work feeling that we have accomplished something worth while and hope to take up the work next year with such vigor and un- derstanding that we will progress even more than we have this year. Sip THE PURPLE AND Wu EXCHANGES an Acta, Exeter.—Your paper is neat, but you might improve upon. the ar- rangement of the material. We hard- ly think it necessary for each class to give its history, since it is practically all given in the society and athletic de- partments. Black and Gold, Los Angeles.— Your cuts are good, also your poetry, a thing which is rare, indeed. Courier, Boise.—You publish the best monthly paper we have seen, but why do you mar the appearance by having advertisements in the front? El Solano, Santa Paula.—Simplicity certainly spells beauty in your cover design. Your paper is fine through- out. Litoria, Fowler.—We like your pa- per very much. It is the only one we have seen without advertisements. But where, oh where, is your exchange aepartment ? Napanee, Napa.—We know by your paper that Napa High School is truly alive. It sets a good example for cthers. Pine Crest, Tuolumne.—The Pine Crest sketch at the top of each page of your paper is very attractive. The German alphabet was clever. How- ever, there is room for great improve- mient in your cuts. Potpourri, Auburn.—You have a large literary department. Some of the stories were well written and in- 5 Mary Petty tcresting. Possibly our sense of hu- mor is not very keen, but some of your jokes seem to lack the joke. Red and Black, Claremont, N. H.— Comment upon the exchanges else why the exchange? You have given too much space to the alumni section con- sidering the size of your paper, we think. School Herald, San Jose, and Trid- ent, Santa Cruz.—Your weekly papers are very interesting. Sibyl, Riverside-—Your paper is very good, but your cuts are conspicu- ous by their absence. “Tshilatra’’ is a beautiful poem. It deserves special mention. Sycamore, Modesto.—We admire the quality and tone of your paper. Your literary department is exception- ally good, but your cuts are few and far between. Ferndale.-—We _ wel- Call again. Tomahawk, come you, Tomahawk. Topa Topa, Nordhoff.—yYour paper stows decided improvement. White and Gold, Eureka.—Your de- paitments are well balanced, and the material is good. We enjoyed the snapshots greatly, and liked the way in which they were arranged in the paper. We were delighted to receive the fol- lowing college papers:—Chimes, Mills College; Occident, University of Cali- fornia; Occidental, Occidental College. FOUR INANE WEAN 9416) Louise Mei The Debating Society, which was or- ganized last year, has become this year one of the most important factors in the training of the High School stu- dents. The students have realized the value of debating and have taken a greater interest in it than ever before Yhe club has now a permanent organi- zation, and has been carried on this year under the following officers: Presi- dent, Leslie Stevens; Vice President, Vaun Darpinian; Secretary, Louise Meilike. The work has been under the supervision of Miss Harford, to whom the entire club extends its most grateful thanks for the kindly patience and interest which she has taken in the work. The questions debated have all been present day issues and have covered a wide scope, ranging from the Non- Partisan Bill and the Lusitania situation to the question of Woman Suffrage. All the debaters, even the beginners have shown great interest in the ques- tions assigned them, and have worked ardently and zealously upon their de- bates. Many of the debates were held in the Assembly Hall before the Giudent Association, and it must be J VEE ty, Be Z EA Mt “disp Dy (ear eF 3 ike said in justice to the society that there vas not been a single case of stage Fright. The work of the second semester was a series of interclass debates be- ween the Sophomore, Junior, and Sen- ior class es. These debates aroused even more enthusiasm and class spirit han the recent Tennis ‘Tournament, and for a time debating was the one subject of conversation among the students. Each class chose four debaters to represent it, there being three debates in all. The first was between the Juniors, represented by Miriam Healey and Clara Late, and the Sophomores, represented My Alan Quigley and Har- vey Allen. he question was: “‘Re- solved, That a ee to the high Pro- tective Tariff, as embodied in the Ding- ey Tariff of 1887, would be for the vest interests of the American people.” The debate was well presented by both sides, but, to the delight of the Juniors he judges eran them the winners. The second of the ce was on the Foreign policy of the U.S, the ques- ion being: ‘ ‘Reolved, Thai dae UW, S: should make reparation to Columbia —}5 9— for the loss of the Panama Canal! AONE, The Seniors, represented by Hazel Appling and Mary Petty, took the negative side; while the Sopho- mores, represented by Ethel Amerine upheld the affirmative. The debate Was very interesting, and, when the decision was given in favor of the Neg- ative, the Seniors were of course high- ly elated. Now, having debated the tariff and the foreign policy of the two great American parties, the Juniors and Sen- iors took up the question of which party should be re-elected in 1916. This debate was the climax of the year’s work, and much class spirit was dis- played in the giving of yells and the wearing of class colors. |The Seniors, represented by Leslie Stevens and THE PURPLE AND WHITE Stanley Ford, upheld the Republican Party, while the Juniors, represented by Louise Meilike and Donald Leidig, took the side of the Democratic Party. The debate was one of the most excit- ing ones of the semester, and when the Seniors were announced the winners, the whole building rang with their cheers. The trophy, a large Purple and White pennant, was immediately hung in the Senior class room with much ceremony and amid yells and tigers. ‘ On the whole, the debating work of this year has been very successful, and it is hoped that next year’s students will display as much interest in this par- ticular activity as the students have done this vear. Lois Newman The industrial arts work this year has been carried on in the fine new building which was constructed on the school grounds last summer vacation The building was constructed of red yrick to correspond to the high school vuilding. It is in the form of the let- @e Jal. The right wing is devoted to be manual training department; the eft wing to domestic science and sew- ing; and the middle of the building to mechanical drawing. The machinery was brought over ‘rom the old building at the beginning of the year and installed by Mr. Was- ley, the manual training teacher, and the boys. This year the First year boys were given for the first time an opportunity to take the work in manual training and with the Second year boys have turned out a large number of useful articles, including dining room tables, writing desks, cabinets, piano stools, morris chairs, dining chairs, library tables, a davenport lounge, and other irticles too numerous to mention. Sev- eral new machines will be added next year, when the equipment will be one of the most complete in the valley. MANUAL TRAINING AND DOMESTIC SCIENCE BUILDING Wiliams, ‘ie Formerly it has been the custom of this paper to have separate depart- ments for class notes, but this year we have united the class notes under this one department because of the unity in the interests of the classes. We have decided to put under this he; iding only those things which concern the whole school. The Student Body has been very much pleased by the lectures and pro- grams it has been privileged to hear during the term. The following is a short summary of these: Mr. Harry Hill gave us a talk on “Making Good.” He has visited us before, and we are always ready to welcome him because of his good and practical advice. Mr. Stark, an old school friend of Mr. Mower, visited our music class and afterwards gave us a short lecture on “Haimony.’’ We hope it was not he- cause he thought we lacked harmony. At any rate he commended our music department very highly. On Feb. 22nd a joint program was given in honor of Washington and Lin- coln. The life of Lincoln, extracts from his famous speeches, and poems written in commemoration of him were presented by the Senior Class. Attor- THE PURPLE AND WHITE SCHOOL NOT ay S ney Williams then gave us an address on the character of. Wi ishington show- ing wherein we could apply its lessons to our own lives. On the whole the yore was very entertaining and in- itructive. Mr. Robbins, an Edison phonograph demonstrator, recently favored us with a concert of ‘famous musical numbers. One selection which especially pleased us was “Thou Beautiful Bird,” sung by Miss Anna Case. This is the record which was played in New York and heard by Thomas Edison at San Fran- cisco over the transcontinental tele- phone. Mrs. Chase gave us an interesting and instructive lecture illustrat ing the effect of alcoholic liquor on the activity of the brain. Her statements were borne out by experiments made in dif- ferent universities and were very fair and reasonable. The Lyceum course given last winter under the auspices of the Civic Center organization created a great deal of in- lerest in the High School, and about one hundred season tickets were sold among the students. The five num- hers of the course covered a wide range of subjects and brought to Madera some well known men and women of —— Co YR THE YEAR 1916 the lecture and concert world. Besides these profitable talks by out- siders, our own faculty have given us some interesting talks; for it has been our custom to have some form of spe- cial entertainment after Student Body meetings. At the first meeting Miss Harford talked on “Living in the Up- to-date World.” At the close of her {alk she called on several of the Sen- iors to illustrate her talk by discussing important current events. Another time Mr. Harvey told us, in his delightful way, of his experiences in the Sequoia National Park. They were certainly thrilling and left the im- pression that the park is a wonderful place. Perhaps the most interesting of the lectures was that given by Mr. Alex- ander who told us of his personal ac- quaintance with Mr. Steffansen, the fa- mous Arctic explorer. Besides these lectures we were pleased and puzzled by a program giv- en by the German Club. They recit- ed and sang in German and also pre- sented a little dramatization of Im- mensee. The one number on the pro- gram which fully penetrated our American brains was a folk dance giv- en in costume by the girls. | We could not help being interested in the whole program although there was much in it that we could not understand. It will be seen that school life has not been a dull thing this year, with lec- tures, programs, plays, the Shakesper- ian pageant, athletics, clubs, concerts- various banquets, Jolly Junior parties, as well as daily recitations. | And now the time has come for final examina- tions and commencement exercises. We can but look back with a sigh and think how slyly Father Time has stolen the days and weeks and months from US. THE PURPLE AND WHITE OL Francis Kegel There has not been so much athletic activity manifested on the part of the girls this year as in previous years, from the fact that the Section Council of the Central Section, California In- terscholastic Federation held at Fresno last fall eliminated all interscholastic basket ball contests for girls. The girls, however, organized basket ball teams and played several practice games under the direction of Miss Krafft, playing merely for the enjoy- ment of the thing as no outside games were scheduled. The boys on the other hand have been more active. Principal Mower secured grounds for an athletic field early this term and had a running track graded. A Boys’ Athletic Association was formed, and the boys took up track athletics for the first time in the history of the school. William Mickle was elected captain and Gwyn Winder, manager, The necessary equipmeni which could not be turned out at the manual training building was purchas- ed, and the boys began practice in earnest. Inter Class Meet On March 4th, an interclass meet was held, and the boys did well taking into consideration the short time in which they had been in train- Merced 80, Madera 37 On the 11th of March the team went to Merced for a practice meet with the boys of that school. Will Mickel, Mer- ritt Shedd, and Gwyn Winder showed the best form for Madera, and although the boys were beaten, yet they were well satisfied with their showing in this, their first meet. Our team attended the track meet of all the schools of the valley at Fresno, March 18. Fully twenty schools were represented, and the events were hotly contested from start to finish. Many good records were made by the various teams. Our team came out tenth in the list, Will Mickel taking first in the pole vault and Merritt Shedd fourth in the high jump. Our school has good material for a track team and next year with additional training we expect to climb up near the top of the list. On April 7th a tennis association was formed by those interested in that game. Donald Leidig was chosen man- ager and Florence Hunter, secretary and treasurer. The club Intends to begin playing at once, and some inter- class tournaments will be arranged. OR THE YEAR 1916 SN ox SIS ES Hazel We have been unusually active this year in the dramatic department of our work. Besides the annual play given to raise funds for the Purple and White, a great pageant in honor of the tercen- tenary of Shakespeare’s death, employ- ing the services of the entire faculty and almost the entire school, is a fea- ture of the year to be remembered. Mrs. Burch has had charge of our dra- matic work this year and to her expert guidance our success is in a large measure due. “HIGBEE OF HARVARD” On Monday night, Dec. 13, 1915, the first play of the season ‘‘Highbee of Harvard’, was produced by the stu- dents at the Opera House, and in spite of a steady and heavy downpour of rain and the absence of electricity throughout the city, the play was well attended and was proclaimed the “‘best ever’ by those who saw it. Cast Watson W. Highbee, from Montana, a good fellow with millions, but whe knows neither fear nor grammar Appling ex-senator with a tall family tree and a short bank account Stanley L. Ford Lorin Highbee, son of Watson Highbee, champion Harvard Athlete: In love with Madge Ray Merino Theodore Dalrymple, called ‘‘Ted”’, who has worked his way through Harvard. In love with Nancy ... Donald M. Leidig. Higgins the butler .. Olsen W. Laster Nancy Withrow, the Senator’s daugh- ter ne Se UlnvamtN@ cles Madge Cummings from Montana. whom Nancy has met at School Clara Late Mrs. Ballou, the Senator’s sister from New York Hazel Appling Mrs. Malvina Medigrew, originally from Missouri Joedwin Willis THE SHAKESPEARE PAGEANT The works of William Shakespeare from the mountain peak, not only in English literature but even in the lit- erature of the whole world; and so on the 23rd of April, just three centuries since the death of the great poet, we presented, as a token of our apprecia- ‘ion of his work, a pageant, which en- gaged the talents of the entire school. This pageant, was undoubtedly the most elaborate performance our school has ever produced. It was our aim to make this as near- ly as possible a reproduction of the Shakespearian drama as presented in the age of Eligabeth. Our stage was modeled after the plan of the old Globe Theatre stage upon which much of Shakespeare’s work was produced. Up- on the stage, while the play was being acted, sat Queen Elizabeth and her court, and around the stage were grouped the “‘groundlings’’ just as we would have seen them had we been in the Globe Theatre three centuries ago. Everyone was costumed in true Eliza- bethan style and every word and ges- ture was given in the manner peculiar to the age of Elizabeth. The pageant began with a great processional headed by trumpeters, guards, and attendant spirits, in which the queen, her court, the players, dan- cers, foresters, and our mock audience all appeared. A court scene followed the procession, in which the Master of Revels, Shakespeare himself, and ‘Good Queen Bess’’ conversed in the Elizabethan manner. The attendant spirit bearing a taper introduced the play, afler which ‘“‘As You Like It” was produced by a cast chosen from the student body. The action of the play was inter- spersed with dances and singing, the songs used being those sung in Shake- speare’s day. The interlude between the fourth and last act was filled by a second court scene in which Queen Elizabeth pre- sented Shakespeare with a chain as a mark of her esteem. The entertainment was concluded by the singing of ‘“Heigh-ho for a hus- band” by all those who had taken part in the pageant. The entire affair was under the management of the faculty: Mrs. 3urch had charge of the play; Miss Harford, the court; Miss Anderson, the THE PURPLE AND WHITE costuming and dancing; Mr. Harvey the music; and Miss Krafft and Mr. Wasley. the construction and decoration of the stage. —Program— Processional. Prelude—Court Scene. As You Like It, Act I. Dance of the Wood Nymphs. As You Like It, Act II. Sheperdess Dance. As You Like It, Act III. Peasant Dance. As You Like It, Act IV. Interlude—Queen = Elizabeth and Shakespeare. Chorus of Attendant Spirits. As You Like It, Act V. Final Chorus. Cast of “AS YOU LIKE IT” Duke Frederick (usurper) : Gwyn Winder Orlando (son of Sir Rowland De Boys) Donald Leidig Adam (servant of Sir Rowland De Boys) Alan Quigley Duke Senior (living in banish- ment) Stanley Ford Amiens (lord attending banish- ed duke Frank Hosler First Lord Shirley Brown Second Lord Edmund Desmond Touchstone (a clown ). Harvey Allen Corin (a shepherd) Leslie Stevens Silvius (a shepherd) Clinton Kast Jaques (lord attending banish- ed duke Olsen Lasater Oliver (elder brother to Or- lando) Waldo Woodard Rosalind (daughter of banish- ed duke) Ethel Amerine Celia (daughter of Duke Fred- erick) Lucille Gambrill Phebe (A shepherdess), Miriam Healey Audrey (a country girl) Mabel Trinidade allel, MEMBERS OF THE “FRESHMAN” CLASS TV 1daild ALIHAY ANY (HE TPURPBEVANDEWAIne ey eg = Ruth Williams The German Club was reorganized on the twentieth of October, with twen- ty-six members present. The follow- ing officers were elected: President, Artye Gordon; vice President, Louise Meilike; Secretary, Ethel McCumber; Editor, Ruth Williams; Pianists, Miriam Healey, Vivian McCabe, and Ruth Wil- liams. Lena Northern, Donald Leid- ig and Alliene Willis, weie appointed on the program committee. We held our first meeting on the evening of November sixth, at the home of Viola Macon. Vivian Mc- Cabe sang a pretty little German solo; and an amusing dialogue was presented by Miriam Healey, Maurine Grittin, Al- liene Willis, and Louise Meilike. Af- ter playing many interesting games, we enjoyed delicious refreshments served hy our hostess. Our second meeting was held on De- cember sixteenth in the Music room. In consideration of the approaching holi- day, the following Christmas program was presented, which proved very en- tertaining: Anecdotes—Ruth Williams, Lena Northern, and Isabel Barcroft. Christmas Songs—Fourth Year Class. Dialogue—Lucille Gambrill, Deltha Stevens, Vaun Darpinian, M arguerite Donovan, and Winifred Goffe. The Christmas feast, which was part of the little play, was finally dis- tributed to the audience, the members of the cast being no longer able to with- stand the hungry gaze of the onlookers. We then sang a number of Christmas songs, which seemed to amuse our guests, Mr. Mower and Matthew Con- ley. The German Club was most delight- i fully entertained on the evening of Feb- ruary eighteenth, by Miriam Healey. We had a wonderful time. A dull moment could not be found during the whole evening. Dainty refreshments of cake and chocolate were served. We even had some real German cake made by Mrs. Meilike. The German club was asked to fur- nish a program at the Student Body meeting on March eighth, which we gladly consented to do. Our non- German audience seemed to enjoy it, although they looked very much puz- zled at times. The program was as follows Songs—German Club. Piano Solo—Rondo Capricio-Beeth- oven, Miriam Healey. Recitation—Die Kinder, Viola Ma- con, Vocal Solo—Mignon’s Lied, Ger- trude Brown. Recitation Erlkonig, Lucille Gambrill. Song—Gebet wahrend der Schlacht Fourth Year Girls. Translation of German Novel ‘“‘Im- mensee’’, Ruth Williams. Dramatization of Immensee, Mem- bers of German Club. Cast of Characters Reinhard—Rey Merino Erich—Donald Leidig. Elizabeth—Artye Gordon. Mother—Ethel McCumber. A Folk dance in costume to the ac- companiment of a folk song, was pre- sented by Sabina Ripperdan, Alliene Willis, Ruth Williams, Joedwin Willis, Pearl Allard, Marguerite Donovan, Lena Northern, Louise Meilike, Wini- fred Goffe, and Deltha Stevens. — This dance was again presented, by request, before the County Teachers’ Institute in OK Wipe WIEN WOO Madera. The last meeting of the club will be held in May at the home of Joedwin and Alliene Willis. Those in the German Club who vraduate this year sincerely hope that the members of the club next year will have as good times as we have had. parity cht time in its School has This year for the first history, the Madera High had Spanish in the course of study. Fourteen students have availed them- selves of this new opportunity. Ow- ing to recent developments in South America and Mexico, a working knowl- edge of Spanish has become very de- sirable for those seeking advancement along many lines. Special emphasis has been put upon making the Spanish work — vital and practical. This has been done through current Spanish magazines fur- nished by the instructor, Mr. Alexan der, Spanish songs furnished by the school, and a Club of Spanish students which was organized early in the term. At the first meeting of the Club, the following ofticers were elected: William Mickel—President. Carol Wilkinson — Secretary Treasurer. and Mary Mickel Mary Mickel—Editor, The Club has been royally entertain- ed during the term at the homes of the following members: Carol Wilkinson, Isabel Barcroft, Ruth Blowers, Leslie Stevens, Paul Hutching, and Gertrude Brown. On each occasion some fea- ture has been introduced typical of Spanish life and custom. At the home of Isabel Barcroft we were given 4% Spanish dinner which delighted our lately acquired Spanish tastes. At the home of Ruth Blowers a Spanish Christmas entertained us, one feature of which was a Spanish dance in cos- tume by Lillian Weyant. For the last meeting of the year we plan a big dinner w ith all members of the Faculty as guests. We are ar- ranging many details for this function which will suggest the picturesque Spanish period in California. ba ty MM za Vw Y iE eNSiA@ MEMBERS OF DIO) UVAA AHL MOH MEMBERS OF THE “SOPHOMORE” CLASS AND WHITE SSV1D «YOINNS, AHL JO SYFAWAW PURPLE ry) Hu FOURE INANE: STEVNMIRG WSL Harvey Allen The annual banquet of the Alumni Association of the Madera Union High School was held on the night of June 24th and the Class of 1915 was wel- comed into its ranks. The officers —Craig Cunningham, president; Mrs. W. C. Curtin, vice-president; Will Isackson, secretary and Carl Newman, lreasurer—were all reelected. At this meeting the first steps to- ward establishing a scholarship at one of the Universities were taken. The eflicers were instructed to make inves- tigations and draw up plans, upon which they are to report at the next meeting. Since there are about two bundred alumni, a scholarship of a hun- dred dollars would mean only about fifty cents each. The next meeting of the Association is to be held on the night following the graduation exercises of the class ot! VODIO, Since practically all the graduates 0! the first twelve years of the Madera High School are engaged in the same places that they were last year, we are beginning our detailed list with the year nineteen hundred ten. 1910 Bertie Raburn is a stenographer in the office of the Madera Abstract Co. Chester Vanderburg attends Coop- er’s Medical College. Frank Reid makes Madera his home. Gladys Renfro (Mrs. A. Beck) re- sides in Madera. Jack Dodson holds a position with the Diamond Rubber Company, Oak- land. Lucile Fortune (Mrs. N. Wenk) re- sides in Madera. Lenna Skaggs (Mis. E. teaches in Chowchilla. Sadie O’Meara lives in Madera. Cardwell) MOTE Bernice Woodson teaches in Loch- fort. Charley High works in the Commer- cial National Bank. Columbus Appling lives near Ma- dera. Erna Wehrmann (Mrs. L. resides near Madera. Faustina Wren teaches in Madera County. Hilda Footman teaches in Madera. Florence Latham teaches in Fair- mead. John Gordon holds a position in Ma- dera Abstract Company. Lelia Schmidt teaches in Madera Co. Lewis Wright works in a bank in Fresno. Milnor Blowers Honolulu. Ona Honeycutt teach es in Madera. Skaggs) teaches school in LO, Lsavid Glock works in Tracy. Dora Wren resides in Madera. Earl Cardwell is employed in the bank in Chowchilla. Hazel Crow teaches in Madera Co. Hazel Osborne attends San Jose Normal. Isabel Bennett resides in Madera. John Owens farms near Madera. Mae Burgess (Mrs. W. Rhodes) re- sides in Coalinga. Mae Wood teaches in Berenda. Philip Conley is a graduate of the University of California. Winna High is a graduate of the San Jose Conservatory of Music. Dil 3} Agnes Briscoe teaches at Munich. Annie Noble attends Mill’s College. Bessie Smith attends University of Redlands. Bessie Vanderburgh attends Univer- sity of California. Florence Belcher goes to San Jose Normal. Helen Froom (Mrs. T. M. Harkens) resides in Fresno. Henry McFadden attends Occidental College, Los Angeles. Jeannette Blowers goes to University of Redlands. Leslie Conley is in the stage business with his father in Johannesburg. Linton Montanya resides near Ma- dera. Lucia Whiting teaches in Fresno. Margaretha Wehrmann attends Fres- no Normal. Nellie Secara goes to University of California. Paul Husted attends Dental School in Los Angeles. Ketta Honeycutt teaches at Arcola. Trueman Wood goes to University of California. THE PURPLE AND WHITE Virginia Craig teaches in Patterson. Will Ring holds a position with Wells Fargo Co. in Visalia. Will Isackson holds a position with Tighe Breyfogle Company. 1914 Edith Howe attends San Jose Nor- mal. Elizabeth Washington attends the University of California. Grace Crow ( ) re- sides in San Jose. Helen Wilkinson posa. Marie Brown attends Fresno Normal. Ruby Russell attends San Jose Nor- mal. Stella Turk teaches in Porterville. teaches in Mari- OAS Lucile Ring attends Fresno Normal Effie Raburn holds a position with Madera Mercury. Rosa Scheffing resides near Madera. Marguerite Murray attends Los An- geles Normal. Matthew Conley goes to University of California. Grace Latham attends Fresno Nor- mal. Florence Floto attends lege. Hague Maloyan is in Manila with the Engineering Corps of the U. S. Army. Pauline Stahl goes to Mill‘s College Frieda Kegel attends Mill’s College. Charles Moore resides in Madera. Mill’s Col- FORMER EE AK shomG L William Mickle Ev’ry Student who did lend A josh to this josh column, May be sure he has a friend, Who’s seldom very solemn. He’s the guy that had the job To edit this Josh Section That is put here to make you laugh, And brighten your complexion. A.—‘‘What is sense of humor? ”’ B.—“‘Sense of humor is that which makes you laugh at something which happens to somebody else that would make you feel sorry if it happened to you. TRIUMPH Old silas McGiggins is bald as a bat, Not one single hair has he under his hat, It makes him real cranky when mean people say, “Si, I notice you’ve LOMae come out on And when in the chair at the barber's he sits, It riles him to find that the room's full of wits; “Well, what will it be?” asked the man at the chair,, And Si will reply, ‘“‘Can’t you see: Cut my hair.” In Peeweeple’s store he was talking one day, When Bud Hickson smiled and had something to say, He sprang a bold joke on Silas, by gee; And Hickson did laugh, and so did Ezra McKee. Old Silas McGiggin was terribly sore, And frowning he bobbed straight out of the store, Si took a long walk, then returned to the place, Hickson © still grin on his face; Where stood with a Said Si, “‘I’d jest like to inform you, friend Bud, That hair is a vegetable—grows bes! in the mud.” Then Silas sat down and he laughed til he cried; He’d handed ’em one, and it filled him with pride. Miss Pickett—(IN CHEMISTRY Ill.) “‘Now, class, if anything should go wrong with this experiment, we might te blown sky high.—Come closer Don- ald so that you may be better ab le to follow me.” Miss Harford. (In History) “‘How was Alexander III. of Russia killed?” Clinton Kast.—‘‘By a Bomb.” Miss Harford.—‘‘How do you ac- count for that?” Clinton Kast.—“‘It exploded.” THE PURPLE AND WHITE = Rae A bunch BS os OFXTORY| 3 Yh yin iw tre (oi vagh es % eer. aca! x, mA i Me ‘a y = WW Ny OUR Music Teacher. YY 4 ; oT ‘STEAM LAUNDRY! ay M.H.S. SPECIAL Bouad Fole Fresno. Se foes Jj NN. negra ji MS wow sip. Ruth B.—(in U.S. History).— “Calhoun pushed a bull thru Congress.” Discovery in the Physics Class. The best time to buy a thermometer is in the summer; they don’t cost any more and they contain twice as much Mercury. Lost——On or about April 25, Our at- tention. Return to Senior class. Irene G.—‘‘My dear child smile so much.” Betty R.—‘‘Why?” Irene G.—‘‘Because when a smile lights up your face its apt to explode tne powder. Biff! ! Bing! Miss Krafft. (In English).—‘‘Where was Julius Caesar laid?’ (meaning the play of Julius Caesar) Mickey Desmond. “In a grave.” YR THE WIE MR IOI There was a boy named Willie He was exceedingly silly, So he got on the staff To make people laugh, And this is the history of Willie. Miss Hartord.—‘“Mr. Helm, where is the Dead Sea? ”’ E. Helm.—‘‘I don’t know.” Miss H.—‘‘What, don’t you know where the Dead Sea is?” E. Helm.—NO, ma’am. | even know it was sick.” didn’t The Frenchman eyed the barking dog that was barring his way. Pete Froom.—‘That’s all Don’t you know the proverb, ing dog doesn’t bite? ”’ “Frenchman.—‘‘Yes I know ze prov- erb, you know ze proverb, but does the dog know ze proverb?” right. “A bark- Mrs. Burch. (In Latin I] A) “How did the Helvetians cross the river?” Bright Soph. ‘With Fords.” Caesar wished to see a dog and cat fight as Florence H. supposed and she read the Latin as follows: ‘‘Caesar sic dicat unde cur aegesse lictim.”’ | ‘here was a senior named Stanley When he talked he was terribly manly They gave him a prize, That made him feel wise, Thus swelling the head of poor Stanley. I] ‘here was another named Sleepy, He discussed the subject most deeply, Some people say é his way That the debate was won very neatly. that it was because of Senior “Say, any- Leslie Stevens.—(Entered room and saw a Junior there). get out of here; they don’t allow body in this room.” Olsen.—‘‘How long can a fellow live without brains?” Someone near your 7 by.— “How old are Miss Pickett.—‘‘Girls don’t get any of that sulphuric acid on your clothes because it will eat goods.” Stanley F.—‘‘If you do get any on them, you’d better go home.” Our Tq ito teh ACT aff Miss Harford.—(In History four to Ruth Blowers). ‘Why haven’t you your outline to hand in today?” Ruth B.—‘I broke my glasses and couldn’t see to read.”’ Miss H.—‘“That’s a good excuse. Leslie, did you break your glasses too?” Leslie S.—‘‘No, but I can.”’ Miss Hartord.—‘‘Compare the life of the savage with that of civilized man. Which is the happier?” Betty R.—‘‘The Savage. Ignorance is Bliss.” Miss H.—‘‘In that case some of us should be very happy.” Miss H.—‘‘Clinton, Why is it you tell me every day that you don’t know your lessons?”’ Clinton.—‘‘Because I can not tell a lie, Miss Harford.”’ Mr. Mower.—(Trying out Fat Hos- ler’s Memory) ‘‘Master Hosler, what was Washington’s Farewell Address? ”’ Fat H.—‘‘Heaven.”’ he answered. Miss Krafft.-—‘‘Maude, what is the definition of husbandry?” Maude.—‘‘Marriage.”’ Punctuate— That that is is that that is not is not is not. Joedwin W.—(In_ History IV). “Lee was in his new Confederate Uni- form but Grant had on only his old Union Suit.” Will Brown.—‘‘Will you let me oft this afternoon? My mother wants me to beat some carpets.”’ Mr. Mower.—‘‘Couldn’t possibly do It. Bill—‘‘Thank you, sir, times.’ a thousand Miss Harforé.—‘“What will the la- dies in Congress be called? ”’ Artye.—‘‘Mis-Representatives. ”’ THE PURPLE AND WHITE f Lillian got lost, would Ellsworth Hunter? ' Shedd went to a new city, would he stay at East-inn ? ' Ralph went fishing, would he go to Ripper-dam ? Lois got a divorce, would she marry a Newman? ' Victoria went to the store would she buy some Coffee? ' Louis fell in love with Neva Trine would he lose his Hart-well? ' Ada wished to go boating would Louis Row ? Lulu wished would Halbert Crow? Hazel went riding would she go in a Ford? It Vivian went fishing would she catch Haring? When Olsen Marries Lyda Mugler will Robert be the Butler. When Eunice gets married will she Cook in a Shed and if Victoria went to a cafe would she order Stew? If Clinton shot a duck, would Pauline Pickett. JITNEYS Little old last year’s models, Models of years ago, Models that squeak and rumble, Models that wheeze and blow. Engines that trot and tango, Engines that hesitate, Engines that puff and rattle, Engines that grind and grate, Tires of ancient rubber, Bodies of rusted tin, Bodies that bump and wobble, Bodies a caving in. Junk, from the wheels to the tonneau, Junk, both above and below, Junk, of all type and descriptions, Junk, but the darned things go! (Must be a Ford) IOI, Whale: NOENIRC WIG Anna S.—‘‘We had a glorious sun- rise this morning. | Did you see it?” Leslie S.—‘‘H’m I’m always in bed before morning.” Olsen.—‘‘What did your father say when you told him my love was like a broad and raging river.” Lyda—He said, “Dam it.” HEARD AT THE MOVIES Maude R.—‘‘Gwyn, I wonder why that man put on his boots before he Cireclae Skinny Winder.—‘‘Well, 1 suppose so that he wouldn’t hurt his toe when he kicked ithe bucket.” Died—Oct. 20, 1915. Mr. Mower’s hair. ASES IMPROVING Mr. Harvey.—‘‘Now J’ll sing with the bases alone.”’ (Donald and Bill follow him.) Mr. Harvey.—‘‘Whats the matter, boys? Lets do that again. (He sings alone.) That was better, thank you.” Boy-ibus, kiss-ibus Sweet girl-orum; Girl-ibus lik-ibus, Wanta some morum;: Patri-bus puel-libus Entribus lorum; Kickibus pueribus Extribus dorum. Nightibus darkibus, Nonos lomporum, Fencibus jumpibus, Briscobus torum. Mr. Harvey wished to have the girls’ Shakespeare Chorus practice down stairs. “Will my Shakespeare Chorus please come with me to the lower regions.”’ (We understand now why we hear such agonizing sounds while they are practicing). Wanted—A few more passengers for my jitney line. Hood and two fenders still unoccupied. Lucille Gambrill. - Wlusig Masrer PHE PURPLE AND WHITE Wanted—To sell our interest in the library from 7:30 to 8:15 A. M. Gladys Stevens and Will Mickle. Alpha Keys— (In Physics). I took a thermometer and recorded the tem- perature. Miss Pickett—This is actually the worst recitation I’ve heard for a long time. I’ve done three-fourths of it myself. Miss Pickett.—‘‘What is a vacuum? ”’ Rey—‘“Er— — | have it in my head, but | can’t explain it.” Mr. Mower.—“‘T will give you three days to get your Latin in Master Ford.” Stanley.—‘‘All right, Mr. Mower, I’ll take the Fourth of July, Christmas and ISASIer, Miss Harford——(In History) ‘What was the dress of the Puritans? ”’ Mae Owens.—‘‘Well, they were so simple they didn’t dress much.”’ Mrs. Burch. (In the midst of the last debate looking about to see where the open window was) ‘‘Why where does so much breeze come from?” (She had not noticed that Stanley just opened his argument in support ot the Republican Party.) FORM Seva Nes 16 The Crow, Wren, and the Buzzard were singing a beautiful selection from “Faust”? when the Hunter appeared on the scene. The Rhodes were as smooth as Glas (s). A Rea of light touched the Palmer as he wended his way to the house to ask the Butler and the Hos(t)ler for some Brown Coffee, and to ask if he might earn it by chopping Wood. Eva Mae Lynch the Griffin if she can’t Crowder off the earth. Michael-son was with the Petty Stuart at the Helm, catching Haring for a Late dinner. The net having been Kast, they went bome in a Ford, put it in the Shedd, and took the Haring to the Cook. Don’t pound too hard, or the Kegei break. smooth as I’m Macon Keys for the lock. Chr Ma.—“Did the fisherman who stop- ped you this morning have frog-legs? ”’ Frank—‘“I dunno Ma, he had on pants.” Vivian.—‘‘How kind of you to bring me those flowers. They are so nice and fresh. | think there is a little dew on them.’ Kenneth.—‘‘Yes, there is a little due on them, but I’ll pay that next week.” 5 We can never change our nature For that’s beyond our reach, So the girl that’s born a lemon Can never be a peach. Mr. Mower.—‘‘Why are you crying that way my little man?” Briscoe.—‘‘Because it’s the only way I know. denn Fellow Students |!!! BEAR THIS IN MIND: THE FIRMS MENTIONED BELOW THRU THEIR LOYALTY AND PROGRESSIVENESS, HAVE ENABLED US TO PUBLISH THISS ISSUE OF THE PURPLE AND WHITE, AND, THEREFORE, THEY ARE WOR.- THY OF THE PATRONAGE OF YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS :-— Ben. H. Wocd John B. Williams A. F. Belcher Co. Madera Rochdale Co. Christmas Orvis Co. Madera Steam Laundry George Raburn Wehrmann Meilike Madera Chamber of Commerce Dr. L. St. John Hely Mrs. Chambers Rosdale Hetel Moore-Plate Co. Dr. Dow H. Ransom Dr. F. E. Sarl, Brammer’s Shoe Store Commercial National Bank Madera Sugar Pine Company Seron C. A. Dunn Co. Brammer Price R. A. Bay Jos. Barcroft A. J. Etter Thurman Manufacturing Co. The Southern Hotel Al. Webster Hill Co. Madera Abstract Co. Madera Cyclery Dr. William Wing Friedberger Harder Madera Drug Co. Madera Hardware Co. Chamberlin Bros. Golden Rule Store Fred Barcroft City Tailors Ford Garage Murphy Bros. Park Hotel Funter’s Drug Store Ballard Nelson R. C. Jay Shed Davis Francis A. Fee First Naticnal Bank Yosemite Hotel Foster Stahl D. Stephenson Henry Lecussan’s Madera Creamery C. A. Dougherty Fairmead Land Co. A. J. Wocd Chowchilla Bank Madera Gas Co. Madera Mercury Rosenthal-Kutner Co. BALDWIN PIANOS —BEST ON EARTH— At Factory Prices Special Terms —SEE— BENJ. H. WOOD About a Universal Gas _ Plant Produces Highest Grade Gas at One- Fourth the Cost of Coal or Wood— At LIGHTING SYSTEMS. Phone Red 621 JOHN B. WILLIAMS A. F. Belcher Co. NOTARY PUBLIC CITY DRAYMEN Heavy Work a Specialty Clerk of Madera Camp No. 161 Ww. O. W. Meeting Every Sat. Night at 8 p. m. DEALERS IN PINE BLOCKS A Pound of our SPECIAL Blend CORBEES AI 0c PEkoEOUND Or a Pound of our SPECIAL TEA at 50c Will Convince You that Our Prices are RIGHT. We Guarantee Courteous Treatment and Prompt Service. Madera Rochdale Co. “THE STORE OF THE PEOPLE” Christmas Orvis Co. | BOYS: Loan Money HAVE YOUR SHIRTS AND COREARSEDONES BIE BUILD HOUSES ON _ INSTALL- MENTS—WHY PAY RENT? Madera steam Christmas Orvis Co. Laundry RETURN ROBERTS, President J. G. ROBERTS, Cashier | Commercial National Bank uf Madera and AFFILIATED INSTITUTIONS Combined Capital $75,000 Surplus and Profits $60,000 DIRECTORS Return Roberts - - J. E. Newman J. B. High J. G. Roberts ss N. Rosenthal Transacts a General Banking Business Draws Direct on the Principal Cities of the World Accounts of Corporations, Firms and Individuals Solicited Yosemite Hotel] -pancis A FEE C. H. LEGGETT, Manager EUROPEAN PLAN ATTORNEY AT LAW SAMPLE ROOMS PHONE 24 MADERA CNIIOIR SIU MADERA - - - CALIFORNIA Cook With Gas! MADERA GAS COMPANY The Madera Daily Mercury The Madera Weekly Mercury ERNEST N. WHITE, Manager THE MERCURY gee, OO akan = @EYNIG) = SEN. . XTENDS its best wishes and congrat- ulations to the members of the Class of 1916. 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