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

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1917 volume:

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Page Ae Nenemoo’sha (Mabel Reid, ’20) ....---- Page 18 Peter and Jim (Louise Meilike, 717) .....- Page 214 The Myth of the Raisin (Knid Freeman, ON) nace soo pproObeo woven o0.6.0 Oe 6€ Page 24 The Passing of Kona of Yohomiti (GdYornenWel Ibeiebias AWW) Gonodsocacccd coc Page 25 A Day From the Life of George Washing- ton the Th ird (Mae Owens, ’18) ....-.-- Page 27 The Finding (Cora Stevens, 719) ....---- Page 29 How Mr. Hummingbird Got His Long Bill (Hazel Ward, ’20) ....-.--..--:-- Page 31 Public Speaking (Harvey Allen, 718) ...-.- Page 32 Byes Wiiopl Soodoucb ook coger oouugcs Page 33 IDIDNMNOINIVNILG onecogonoccodstcoguecunon or ocr c Page 34 STUDENT ACTIVITIES— Ginakant BOGhp eoocnccoucoere Te oo reset Page 41 SGYGAy edoancmdcosooUHO ene oo oUSe aomOs Page 42 WK adpeone cousonbDomoog scmeoretscoe Page 43 “campbell soon oupen cocoon eon ume ona Page 44 Sprpicin CMMs) cospecaccsedosunouecoons Page 44 Agriculture Club ...-------------+-:+::- Page 45 DIEU AWUNINKOS) Cpoeneocoscucecouusouaro oop EOC Page 46 TOOMOIUNINGIBS, secon otondearoomeprccuDtanec Pa ge 48 iDIDISYNTMUNG! Geaononoouaudosso sues ccacorUber Page 50 T ND USA AURIS) 20 ecto o eee a= Page 5t JQUDINAL Segdeasodguovupo adorns 6 Soc ceeio NS oS Page 53 Se eR nS Ot io caren Capa amin Page 57 We, the staff of the 1917 Purple and White, do hereby dedicate this issue of the Madera High School annual to Mary C. Burch as a token of our esteem and apprecia- tion for the work that she has faithfully and kindly done for us in Debating, Dra- matics, the Purple and White, and in proving the guiding light of the Senior classes for the past three years. ANNA L. BARNEY QUEENIE SANTIKIAN JOHN T. WASLEY FRANCIS O. MOWER W. J. ALEXANDER _ MRS. HANHART MARIA B. ANDERSON PAULINE PICKETT Che Seniors Class Kull COS P Re MARVIN BRICKEY LYLA CROW MARGUERITE DONOVAN MARIE. DROMEY LUCILE GAMBRILL MAURINE. GRIFFIN MIRIAM HELY PAUL HUCHTING OLSEN LASATER DONALD LEIDIG VIVIAN McCABE LOUISE MEILIKE MARY MICKEL SABINA RIPPERDAN DELTHA STEVENS BARBARA THEIS MABEL TRINIDADE ALLIENE WILLIS CaS Oftirrrs SEO) President---Mabel Trinidade Vice President---Miriam Healey Secretary---Lucile Gambrill Treasurer---Donald Leidig Class Cuolors Green and Silver Class Hlower White Carnation Class Motto “To the Stars Through Difficulties.” MARIE DROMEY. Debating, “abel, “IEG, PIU, “al’7ee Glee Club, 714, 715, ’16, °17; Vice President of Class, ’714; Purple and White Sue, they, 77s Dramatics, ’716; School Reporter, ’16. “The courage to fight and the courage to live The courage to learn, and to love, and forgive.”’ MIRIAM HEALEY. Debating, ’14, 15, 16, 717; Dramatics, ’14, ’15, ’16, ’17; German Club, 16, ’17; Vice President of Class, ’17; School Reporter, ’17; Purple and White Stat, “Lb: 16; Secretary of German Club, 7; Glee COMkuioy, PUAh. PG TR. Pel “The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew.” MARVIN BRICKEY. Glee Club, ’17. “He had a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.” LOUISE MEILIKE. Debating, ’14, 715, 16, ’17: Glee Club, ’14, ’15, ’16, ’17; Secretary of Student Body, ’16; Secretary of Debating Club, ’16; Purple and White Staff, 714, °15, 16, ’17; School Reporter, ’16; Vice Presi- dent of German Club, 716; President of Ger- man Club, 717; President of Debating Club, 17; Dramatics, ’16, °17; Vice President of Classe 215. “TI would not creep along the coast, but steer Out in mid-sea by guidance of the stars.” MARGUERITE DONOVAN. Glee Club, ’14, 7G, 1G, VIS IDreTMEES, VIGe Cerenaain Cileiay, LG... 777, “Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you.” ALLIENE WILLIS. Glee Club, ’14, ’15, ’16, 17; Dramaties, 716; German Club, ’16, ’17. “Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.” SABINA RIPPERDAN. Glee CLUB, ’14, ’15, 16, 717; Dramatics, ’16; German Club, 716, Le “Her life had many a hope and aim.” OLSEN LASATER. Glee Club, 714, 715, ’16, 717; Dramatics, ’716; Spanish Club, ’16, ’17; Presi- dent of Student Body, ’17. “Of his stature he was of evene lengthe And wonderly deliver, and greet of strength.” VIVIAN McCABE. President of Class, ’13; Glee CQyhuoy, Vil4l, Vailby, VilG, 7s lovee, PG, “ayes German Club, ’16; Spanish Club, ’17. “Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free.’’ MAURINE GRIFFIN. Glee Club, ’14, °15, 716, lies IDreiMenoles, “iG, “ls Cerenngin Ohio, 716s, i re “Her brow is like the snow-drift, Her throat is like the swan.’’ MABEL TRINIDADE. Debating, ’14; President of Class, ’17; Secretary of Student Body, 716; GleetClub a4 Seibel: sD ramaticsm oy “Thy heart the lowliest duties on herself did lay.” DELTHA STEVENS. Glee Club, ’14, ’15, 716, 17; German Club, 716, 17; Dramatics, 16. “When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou.” PAUL HUCHTING. Glee Club, Wj, hye A : Dramatics, ’16; Track, ’16. “His words are bonds, his oaths are “ oracles.” LYLA “CROW. Glee Club la Gre lene Dramatics, 16; Spanish Club, 717: “She’s modest as ony, and blythe as she’s bonny; For guileless simplicity marks her its ain.” BARBARA THBIS. Glee Club, 14, ’15, ’16, 717; Dramatics, “16; German Club, 16, ’17. “T strove with none, for none was worth my strife.” 7) —|]J— LUCILE GAMBRILL. Secretary of Class, 717; German Club, 716, 717; Purple and White Staff, 716; Glee Club, 714, 716, ’17; Dramatics, Oy. “Aly “Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture, dignity and love.” DONALD LEIDIG. President of Class, 714, ’15, AGE Debating 47 pelo Dramatics: 714, ’15, ’16, ’17; Business Manager of Purple and White, ’15; Assistant Editor of Purple and White, ’16; Editor-in-Chief of Purple and White, ’17; Vice President of Student Body, ’14; Boys’ Basket Ball Man- ager, 715; Tennis Manager, ’16; Track, ’16; Glee Club, 714; “15, 716, “h7y German: Club, 716; Secretary and Treasurer of Debating Club, ’17; Treasurer of Class, 717. A “Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim.” MARY MICKEL. Purple and White Staff, ’16; Glee Club, ’14, ’15, ’16, ’17; Spanish Club, 716, 717; Dramatics, ’16; President of Student Body, 716. “To see her is to love her And love but her forever.” Clase sia well) th | IAA Milnes vate | fi nds ve ee ea S ba NIN LOUISE MEILIKE It was study hour one June afternoon in the Upper Hall of the High School, and a group of Seniors, sitting in the back corner of the room near the windows, were discussing old times, while Mr. Mower, at the front of the room, expounded upon the virtues of Caesar to a Latin class. “Do you remember,” began Marie, “how scared we were when we frat entered as Freshmen in 1913? ‘That was four years ago. Goodness, it seems only yesterday.” “Yes,” broke in Alliene, “and weren’t we a small class as compared with the seventy-four HFresh- men who entered this year—there were just thirty- six of us.” “But we made it lively enough anyway ;”—this from Donald—“remember the clubs we got up, and the time we gave a program on W ashington’ s Birthday before the whole school; and say, remem- ber the debate four of us gave before the Student Body.” “Well,” said Miriam, dryly, “Mr. Mower made it pretty lively for us, too. T never will forget how he bullied the whole class into taking first year drawing, and how he used to get you boys up every study period and make you work algebra problems miles long.” “Algebra!” groaned Sabina. “Don’t talk algebra to me! When I think how Miss Reeve used to have us stay after school until six o’clock to work problems—! But she got us all through the course anyway.” “Yes,” Marguerite said, “into something worse. Geometry was certainly no soft snap our Sopho- more year.” “But girls,” Deltha interrupted, “remember the cooking we did our second year, and the dinners and Teneo: we served; and oh yet! remember the time we served the June Alumni banquet.” “H’m,” said Olsen, “I remember that cooking course you girls took alright. Everytime some- thing didn’t turn out alright, you sent it down to us boys in Manual Training to eat.’ “Well, that’s gratitude for you!” Vivian sarcastically, remarked “Peace!” Marie cried. “And say, do you re- member the debating we did that year? IL shake yet when I think of the first time | got up to de- bate before the Student Body. But just the same. we developed some pretty good orators in our class. “But will you ever forget that sewing class our Junior year;” this sated Maurine. «| used to dream backst titches, and overcastings, and side stitches, and BUT ‘ONHOLES !” es Ill never forget in our third year,” Paul said, “‘is the banquet we gave the dane That was certainly some DucU “Well,” Mary sniffed, “you boys got off easy that time. You went to the athletic meet in Mereed the next day, and we girls had to clean up alone.” “If anyone should ask me,” Lucile began, “what stood out the most for me in. our Junior year, I’d say that Chemist try class. I never wasted so much oil over any other subject in my whole life !” “Well,” Louise said, “you can say what you please about Chemistry, but you can’t convince me that it could possibly be worse than Physies— and working experiments! This year would have been joy unalloyed if it hadn’t been for that sub- ject.” “Yes,” Lyla cried, “haven’t we had a jolly time this year, with our class parties, our clubs, and our banquets, and—oh, everything! And now it’s almost over,” sighing, “I'll certainly hate to leave here.” “Here there,” came the voice of Mr. Mower from the front of the room, “you people with the backs of your heads where your faces ought to be, turn around and stop your gossiping.” And silence reigned once more, MIRIAM New York, April 14, 1931. My dear mother: You will be quite surprised, I suppose, to get this letter the day after the other, but don’t be alarmed. After posting your letter yesterday I felt so blue and homesick that I went down Broadway and went into the gayest-looking theater I could find. There I received one shock after an- other, and I just must tell you about it. They showed a comedy, one of those rough and tumbly affairs. The two leading characters were called Length and Breadth. And, mother, they were Olsen and Marguerite! Honestly! They were screamingly funny and are very popular. Just imagine! I can’t get over it. When the ads were shown I was still thinking about Olsen and Marguerite, but brought sharply to my senses by this: “We take pleasure in announcing that in the fu- ture this theater will have exclusive right to show films of the world-famous D. M. Leidig and his equally famous and charming leading woman, Lucile Gambrill.” Honestly, mother, I was ready for anything after that. Believe me, I’m coming to see this world- famous couple. They must work well together. The news picture was full of surprises in the most unexpected places. First was shown a fire in San Francisco. The woman’s fire department was called out, and, mother, the captain was Louise! “What next,” I wondered, but when I learned that they used some sort of extinguishing liquid invented by the famous scientist, Mabel Trinidade, I just breathed a deep sigh and gripped the arms of my chair. T showed a great deal of amusement at the next picture much to the amazement of my neighbors. It was Vivian and her husband arriving in Amer- ica for a season at the Metropolitan. My amuse- ment was over her name, Vivian Simkoscoffsky. Isn’t it awful? Marie was shown siiling for China where she is to be ambassador, but the wonder was over her secretary, Marvin Brickey. Imagine Marie ever telling anything confidential to Marvin. He is exceedingly bald, and Marie wears glasses. Was HEALEY Then they showed the New Orleans Mardi Gras and I thought, “Well, Pll have time to recuper- ate now.” Just then the queen appeared on the screen, and it was Mary Mickel! I almost screamed. It was rather uncanny meeting so many old friends at once. Mary has married a wealthy plantation owner and lives in New Orleans. Mrs. Veryrich (Maurine Griffin) has built a new home. I believe it is the fifth. A new architect is responsible for this one and he, mother, is Paul Huchting. The day of miracles is not yet done. Maurine has grown a trifle stout. Well the show ended, and I wandered down the street with my head in the clouds. This sign at- tracted my attention, “Clairvoyant—Mme. Zigna.” I don’t know why, but in I went. Mme. Zigna looked very familiar and by and by I shouted, “Deltha.” It was, so you can imagine that the talk after that was more of the past than the fu- ture. She said that Sabina is haying matrimonial troubles and comes to her for advice. Poor girl! She had better be an old maid like me. Her husband is artist and decidedly tempera- mental. an. She also said that Barbara is doing a wonderful work here in New York. She has established a children’s hospital. Do you know, I always imagined that Barbara would do something like that. The people adore her. In the morning paper I found some more news. T wonder if you realized before of what a wonder- ful class your daughter was a member. Alliene. who is the Countess von Eichelchen, is entertain- ing this afternoon, complimenting Lyla Crow who is very famous as an artist. People here are mak- ing her rich by having miniatures painted. I have successfully finished the big deal I told you about, so now T own a block of cottages on Tong Island and my bank But all this business won’t interfere, my I’m pining to see you. Lovingly, MIRIAM. account is considerably swelled. dear, with my visit home. ety r New York, April 14, 1931. My dear mother: You will be quite surprised, 1 suppose, to get this letter the day after the other, but don’t be alarmed. After posting your letter yesterday I felt so blue and homesick that I went down Broadway and went into the gayest-looking theater [ could find. There I received one shock after an- other, and I just must tell you about it. They showed a comedy, one of those rough and tumbly affairs. The two leading characters were called Length and Breadth. And, mother, they were Olsen and Marguerite! Honestly! They were screamingly funny and are very popular. Just imagine! I can’t get over it. When the ads were shown I was still thinking about Olsen and Marguerite, but was brought sharply to my senses by this: “We take pleasure in announcing that in the fu- ture this theater will have exclusive righ t to show flms of the world-famous D. M. Leidig and his equally famous and charming leading woman, Lucile Gambrill.” Honestly, mother, I was ready for anything after that. famous couple. They must work wel Believe me, I’m coming to see this world- together. The news picture was full of surprises in the most unexpected places. First was shown a fire in The woman’s fire department was was Louise! San Francisco. called out, and, mother, the captain “What next.” I wondered, but when [ learned that they used some sort of extingt ishing liquid invented by the famous scientist, Mabel Trinidade, I just breathed a deep sigh and gripped the arms of my chair. I showed a great deal of amusement at the next picture much to the amazement of my neighbors. It was Vivian and her husband arriving in Amer- ‘ca for a season at the Metropolitan. My amuse- ment was over her name, Vivian Simkoscoffsky. Isn’t it awful? Marie was shown sailing for China where she ‘s to be ambassador, but the wonder was over her Imagine Marie ever He is secretary, Marvin Brickey. telling anything confidential to Maryin. exceedingly bald, and Marie wears glasses. 55 PROPHEC' MIRIAM HEALEY Then they showed the New Orleans Mardi Gras and I thought, “Well, P’ll have time to recuper- ate now.” Just then the queen appeared on the screen, and it was Mary Mickel! L almost screamed. It was rather uncanny meeting so many old friends at once. Mary has married a wealthy plantation owner and lives in New Orleans. Mrs. Veryrich (Maurine Griffin) has built a new home. I believe it is the fifth. A new architect is responsible for this one and he, mother, is Paul Huchting. The day of miracles is not yet done. Maurine has grown a trifle stout. Well the show ended, and I wandered down the street with my head in the clouds. This sign at- racted my attention, “Clairvovant—Mme. Zigna.” [ don’t know why, but in I went. Mme. Zigna familiar and by and by I It was, so you can imagine that the ooked very shouted, “Deltha.” alk after that was more of the past than the fu- ure. She said that Sabina is having matrimonial roubles and comes to her for advice. Poor girl! She had better be an old maid like Her rusband is an artist and decidedly tempera- me. mental. She also said that Barbara is doing a wonderful work here in New York. She has established a children’s hospital. Do know, I always imagined that Barbara would do something like hat. In the morning paper I found some more news. you The people adore her. I wonder if you realized before of what a wonder- ful class your daughter was a member. Allene. who is the Countess von Eichelchen. is entertain- ing this afternoon, complimenting Lyla Crow who is very famous as an artist. People here are mak- ing her rich by having minia tures painted. I told you about. so now I own a block of cottages on [ have successfully finished the big dea Lone Island and my bank account is considerably swelled. But all this business won’t interfere, my dear, with my visit home. Pm pining to see you. Lovingly, MIRIAM. Horoscope of the Class of 1917. NAME NICK NAME APPHARANCE NOTED FOR FAVORITE EXPRESSION LIKHS HXPECTATION REALIZATION MARVIN BRICKEY Brickey Important Talking And ete. To argue abe sera 7 mi Brick een ; LYLA CROW Cage ane IFussed Wearing green Mercy g racious! Paul Artist Farmer’s wife MARGUERITH DONOVAN Peggie Prim Being a good sport hon tell you a good | eat anys Am pie oe aneine teacien MARIE DROMEY Maria Demure Spending the History I don’t know a thing The Kaiser Domestie science teacher Cook period with Don. LUCILE GAMBRILL Lu Dreamy Asking questions a thing “hap- Physics Play ground instructor Missionary MAURINE GRIFFIN | Grittey ey Petite Liking Bill How absurd! Cats Actress Ballet dancer MIRIAM HEALEY ipheae Self-possessed Trying to be a sport Down to Auntie May’s- Music Singer Stenographer PAUL HUCHTING Grandma Aristocratic Being cold Wie HI Queening Architect Carpenter OLSEN LASATER Owl ; Nervous Being a pest What a guy To dance Drueeiet Soda fountain artist DONALD LEIDIG won Boisterous Dancing Excuse me for living To be quiet—almost!! tanec Lumber jack VIVIAN McCABE ig aaa Charming Sarcasm Oh for goodness sake! To study emnaecomicrecm ' Chorus girl LOUISE MEILIKE . Rusty Serene Genine shocked Well it seems to me— To flirt Ronnie i. Actress MARY MICKLE Mick Fone Cute Naenine Buicks Oh, Yes! we To giggle Physies teacher Insurance man’s wife SABINA RIPPERDAN ieioatiee Apologetic Rushing By golly! Frank Mattroecce Designer Cartoonist DELTHA STEVENS” eae Delta ie Late pone classes Land’s sake Chemistry: Nurse r= Sales-girl BARBARA THEIS- Boba Saiki Not smiling Lemme alone To start something Domestic science teacher Singer MABEL TRINIDADE a rere a Pleasant Smiling Oh Kid! To run the Senior class Math. teacher Book agence ALLIENE WILLIS Reston a Cimenenioned : Giggling = Why the idea To be fat iMG Oem nl earn Latin Teacher MARGUERITE DONOVAN We, the members of the Senior class of M. H.5.., city of Madera, County of Madera, State of Cali- fornia, believing ourselves to be possessed of suf- icient mind and memory, and realizing that the end of our life in this institution is approaching, do hereby proclai m this our last official will and estament. To the Juniors, we leave the responsibility of cunning the school. We also leave them the Physics laboratory with the hope that they will verform experiments with as much intelligence and ingenuity as we have done. To the Sophomores, we leave our originality in entertainment and our latest work entitled, “How o Have a Good Time.” To the Freshmen, we leave our perseverance and our untiring industry, with the hope that they may profit thereby. We also leave them our school spirit with the sincere wish that it be exercised enthusiastically in the years to come. Individually, we bequeath as follows: I, Barbara Theis, believing myself to be abso- lutely sane, do hereby bequeath my placidity to Grace Phillips. My exceeding dignity, I leave to Genevieve Wren with the warning that it must be forfeited unless she refrain from all frivolous ways. I, Deltha Stevens, believing myself to be almost sane, leave to Blanche Wilson my excuse for being tardy which has proyen acceptable at all times. [, Marvin Brickey, believing myself to be in- sane, do hereby will and bequeath my so-called “automobile” to Harvey Allen with the under- standing that he will cherish and defend the same against all scurrilous attacks. I, Sabina Ripperdan, believing myself to be sane, leave my marvelous capacity for asking ques- tions to Merritt Shedd. My ambition to be a noted artist. I leave to Cecil Williams. I, Paul Huchting, knowing myself to be prac- tically insane, do hereby bestow my _ title of “Grandma” on Logan Briscoe providing that said party prove himself worthy of the title by learning to tat. I, Vivian McCabe, believing myself to be partly sane, do hereby leave my position as star soprano to Estelle Appling. My gayety of manner, I leave to Eunice Cook. I, Lucile Gambrill, believing myself to be al- most insane, do hereby bequeath my maryelous knowledge of science to the entire Freshman class to be divided among themselves, share and share alike. I, Alliene Willis, knowing myself to be pos- sessed of sanity, do hereby will and bequeath my adorable giggle to Aubrey Lusk that he may en- joy himself thereby until the end of High School days with the warning that he show judgment and discretion in its use. I, Lyla Crow, being possessed of sound mind and memory, do leave my position as designer and artist to Marie Autrand, providing said person prove her loye of art by being willing to work twenty-four hours a day free for nothing. I, Mary Mickel, believing myself to be almost sane, do hereby leave my curls to Irene Glas so that said person may be relieved of all curling devices. All interest in a Ford roadster, I leave to Olive Crowder. I, Louise Meilike, believing myself to be part- ly insane, do hereby leave my gentle but effective sarcasm to Ethel Amerine with the understand- ing that said person shall use it in defending the rights of woman. I, Miriam Healey, believing myself to be part- y insane, do hereby leave my position as school jianist to any girl in the Junior class on one con- dition; said applicant must refrain from playing rag time. My reliability, I leave to the Faculty in rust to be bestowed on any student found to be worthy. I. Olsen Lasater, knowing myself to be abso- utely sane, do hereby leave my position as school step-ladder to Raymond Shupe. Incidentally, I eave him my sympathy. I. Donald Leidig, knowing myself to be abso- utely insane, do hereby will and bequeath my —]5— class Ca (SZ — — SS MARGUERITE DONOVAN We, the members of the Senior class of M. H.$S city of Madera, County of Madera, State of Cale fornia, believing ourselves to be possessed of suf- ficient mind and memory, and realizing that the end of our life in this institution is approaching, do hereby proclaim this our last official will and testament. To the Juniors, we leave the responsibility of running the school. We also leave them the Physies laboratory with the hope that they will perform experiments with as much intelligence and ingenuity as we have done. To the Sophomores, we leave our originality in entertainment and our latest work entitled, “How to Have a Good Time.” To the Freshmen, we leave our perseverance and our untiring industry, with the hope that they may profit thereby. We also leave them our school spirit with the sincere wish that it be exercised enthusiastically in the years to come. Individually, we bequeath as follows: I, Barbara Theis, believing myself to be abso- lutely sane, do hereby bequeath my placidity to Grace Phillips. My dignity, I leave to Genevieve Wren with the warning that it must be forfeited unless she refrain from all frivolous exceeding ways. I, Deltha Stevens, believing myself to be almost sane, leave to Blanche Wilson my excuse for being tardy which has proven acceptable at all times. I, Marvin Brickey, believing myself to be in- sane, do hereby will and bequeath my so-called “automobile” to Harvey Allen with the under- standing that he will cherish and defend the same against all scurrilous attacks. I, Sabina Ripperdan, believing myself to be sane, leave my marvelous capacity for asking ques- tions to Merritt Shedd. My ambition to be a ist. I leave to Cecil Williams. Huchting, knowing myself to be prac- tically insane, do hereby bestow my title of “Grandma” on Logan Briscoe providing that said party prove himself worthy of the title by learning to tat. noted art I, Pau I, Vivian McCabe, believing myself to be partly sane, do hereby leave my position as star soprano to Estelle Appling. My gayety of manner, I leave to Eunice Cook. I, Lucile Gambrill, believing myself to be al- most insane, do hereby bequeath my marvelous knowledge of science to the entire Freshman class to be divided among themselves, share and share alike. I, Alliene Willis, knowing myself to be pos- sessed of sanity, do hereby will and bequeath my adorable giggle to Aubrey Lusk that he may en- joy himself thereby until the end of High School days with the warning that he show judgment and discretion in its use. I, Lyla Crow, being possessed of sound mind and memory, do leave my position as designer and artist to Marie Autrand, providing said person prove her love of art by beimg willing to work twenty-four hours a day free for nothing. I, Mary Mickel, believing myself to be almost sane, do hereby leave my curls to Irene Glas so that said person may be relieved of all curling devices. All interest in a Ford roadster, I leave to Olive Crowder. Louise Meilike, believing myself to be part- ly insane, do hereby leave my gentle but effective sarcasm to Ethel Amerine with the understand- ing that said person shall use it in defending the rights of woman. I, Miriam Healey, believing myself to be part- ly insane, do hereby leave my position as school pianist to any girl in the Junior class on one con- dition; said applicant must refrain from playing rag time. My reliability, I leave to the Faculty in trust to be bestowed on any student found to be worthy. I, Olsen Lasater, knowing myself to be abso- lutely sane, do hereby leave my position as school step-ladder to Raymond Shupe. Incidentally, I neesie him my sympathy. I, Donald Leidig, knowing myself lutely insane, do hereby will and bequeath my to be abso- unusual ability to perform all the latest steps in aesthetic dancing to Carl Meilike. I, Maurine Griffin, earnestly believing myself to be sane, do hereby bequeath my talent for talk- ing nonsense to Lois Newman. My wonderful alto voice, I leave to Cora Stevens. I, Marie Dromey, believing myself to be partly insane, do hereby leave my clear and logical argu- ments on the present-day situation to Lyall Van- derburg. My arguments may be presented on any convenient occasion, such as when you don’t know your history lesson. I, Mabel Trinidade, believing myself to be en- tirely sane, do hereby leave my good nature and amiability to Ethel Williams. I, Marguerite Donovan, knowing myself to be almost insane, do hereby leave my enviable collec- tion of nicknames to Mae Owens with the hope that she may bear them with patience. (SEAL) (Signed) CLASS OF 1917. sani Shupe Rises to the Occasion Giggler’s Sextette SPURT EN UR ECU UATEVOTOUN LUE CCLOUSTUTTNTU SEEGER LON TNNT SS - (Py. ait TRAM CULT AAR Development of the American Short Story. LOIS NEWMAN (Prize essay of the “Independent” contest) Mankind has always loved stories. Primitive man. told tales to his children which were passed down from generation to generation. The wander- ing minstrel of the mediaeval ages told of the heroic deeds of valiant warriors and sang senti- mental songs. The Greeks and Romans told and wrote beautiful stories based on their conception of the deities. The stories that were told then were non-centralized tales. They were simple of plot, slow of action, and devoid of character study. There seemed to be no definite form or rule for writing them, but they were written in a slow. easy style. At first, stories were told only for amusement and instruction, then story-telling became an art with a set body of rules and technique, and men wrote about the way stories should be composed. Definitions were made and elements named. Steadily the tale developed, each great author adding a characteristic, until the outcome is the short story of today. The modern short story is a narrative which is short, and has unity, com- pression, originality, and ingenuity. By com- pression we mean that nothing is included that can be left out; by originality, that it is new in plot, outcome, point, and theme; by impressionistic, that it leaves to the reader the reconstruction from hints gathered from the setting and details. The aim of the short story is to produce a single narra- tive effect with the fewest possible means, and yet have the same emphasis. Under Edgar Allen Poe the short story took definite form, for his contribution was structure and technique. He cared more for artistic effect than he did for moral, and consequently wrote on subjects of gloom and terror, wherein the method of suspense was used to good advantage. Nathaniel Hawthorne brought the story to a new stage of development by putting a char- acter in certain circumstances and then working out the results. There is complete harmony in all points, and single effect in character, plot, de- tails, and atmosphere. Bret Harte first called attention to local color, by which is meant the peculiar customs, scenery, and surroundings of any kind which mark off one place from another. Frank R. Stockton first wrote for ingenious surprise, while O. Henry gave freedom from re- straint, with pith, point and easy humor, a style which has won wide popularity. There has been an increased demand for the short story and the number of periodicals has mul- tiplied. There has been an evolution from the easy-going tale to the highly centralized narra- tive of single effect. In the short story are bio- graphic interest, humor and pathos, romance and realism, symbolism and impressionism. It is of value geographically, for by vivid descriptions of certain sections of countries and the life therein, clear pictures are conveyed to the mind. The short story is based on elemental subjects, the emotions which every human experiences: love, fear, anger, jealousy, ambition, sympathy, hate, and self-sacrifice. To quote: “There has been a development from the vague and far-away to the actual—toward that higher realism that is a sym- pathetic understanding of life.” The characteristics of the American short story are brevity, single effect, finality, verisimilitude. so 7 and direction of every part to a pre-established design. The development of the American short story can best be shown by examples of stories writ- ten by the most famous short story writers. A forerunner of the present short story was Washington Irving’s “Rose of the Alhambra,” an unemphatic, non-centralized type of narration which preceded the short story of today. It is a tale, with slow action, devoid of character study, and written in a flowing, easy style. Irving, how- ever, brought the tale to a high standard of ex- cellence. Although he wrote of the historic and supernatural, his stories are closely related to the facts of life. They show a remarkable orginality of expression, melody, and charm. “The Ambitious Guest” by Hawthorne rises above the tale in that it is a character portrayal. It is a picture of ordinary human life with its am- bit ions and hopes which fate overcomes. A weird, foreboding atmosphere permeates the whole story. a sense of pervading ill that causes suspense. Poe’s “Masque of the Red Death” is a grue- some mediaeval tale full of color and sound, a step higher than other tales, but withal a tale. Bret Harte’s “Outcasts of Poker Flat” is a realistic, romantic story of crude western life which approaches nearer to the modern short story. It has local color and single effect and situation. It is also a character portrayal, and shows that there is some goodness even in a bad character. The plot of Stockton’s “The Lady or the Tiger ?” is ingenious, clearly and briefly presented, and It is a semi-barbaric story, but cleverly planned. adds to the short story an exciting interest and suspension that is almost painful. It works up to the climax very deliberately and then leaves the reader to decide the whole question for htn- self. 0. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi” is distinctly a modern short story which shows a wide observa- tion of men, women, and books. The style is free and easy, with an originality and_ personality all its own. It is quick, vivid, and sympathetic. and abounds in slang and coined words. Char- acter illuminates the whole story, a fact that never appeared in tales, and at the end is a surprise. “A Wasted Day” by Richard Harding Dayis is a story of modern city life, realism and _ ro- mance combined. It is exeellent in technique, with the events foretold by character, realistic in detail, and idealistic in theme. But Mary E. Wilkins Freeman’s “Revolt of Mother” is the typical American short story with all that it embraces. The plot is simple, but pow- erful, with character overtopping other qualities. It depicts unconventional, original human nature in the crude state. The life on a New England farm is shown well with very little description. It is an appeal to humanity against selfishness and inconsiderateness. Thus, passing down through the ages, the short story, like a snowball, has gained in form, strength and momentum, has developed from the unpre- tending little tale to the pretentious American short story with all its notable characteristics. Toe-Biters—Help ee Nenemoo’sha. MABEL REID Long ago before the white men discovered Amer- ica, there lived in California, a mighty race of red men. ‘These Indians were a race so powerful and mighty that they were pictured as gods, rather than men, by the Eastern tribes. They were great hunters, and their beauty was extraordinary. They owned and ruled all of California and made the tribes under them pay tribute to them. For many hundreds of years they ruled and paid due worship to the Great Spirit, but after awhile they began to abuse their power. They were cruel and severe to the other tribes and for- got to thank their God for the blessings he poured upon them, for He loved them. Now it happened that Multonomah, the proud. haughty old chief of the Sequoias, had a son, Osseo. of whom he was very proud and of whom he ex- pected much, for he was the heir to the empire of California. When Osseo became of age his father began to search the country for a wife worthy of him. Only a princess of rank, wealth and beauty might be the bride for so powerful a prince. Fin- ally, after a long and weary search, Multonomah learned of a great empire in the south, ruled by the tribe of the Incas and that the monarch had a daughter of rare beauty who was of marriageable age. Meanwhile Osseo had found his beloved among the lowly tribes of the mountains. She was the daughter of IKKeneu, the arrow maker, and her name was Wallulah. Under the pretext of long hunting trips the prince often stole away to visit his lowly but beautiful sweetheart. She, not knowing the rank of her lover, consented to be his wife, and they were married after the simple rites of their race. Osseo, though he guessed that at first his father might be angry, felt certain that Wallulah’s great beauty and sweetness of character would, in the end, win over the old chief. In the meantime Wenonah, the Incas princess, had been brought to California to be the wife of She was very beautiful, and gentle, and kind, and was loved by everyone. Multonomah re- ceived her with many honors, and Prince Osseo was sought. Scouts were sent far and wide, but no word could they get of Osseo. Finally, how- ever, one of them happened to wander into the yil- age of Keneu just as the wedding of Wallulah and Osseo was being celebrated. The scout was not seen by Osseo and soon was on his way bear- ing the news to Multonomah. Osseo. Terrible was the wrath of Multonomah, and the raves cowered before his angry brow. He arose and stretching his arms to the heavens cried: “Great Spirit, father of my tribe, ruler of the heavens and the earth, hear my prayer! Grant that from the example of my son, all California —|9— Multonomah and obey his will learn to fear words.” Wenonah, horrified by the bloody prayer, strove to move him from his purpose, urging that ven- geance would leave him without an heir when he made the long journey to the Kingdom of Pone- mah. But Multonomah would not be persuaded by soft words or tears and replied, “What do women know about the affairs of men? Return to your own country in peace, and I will send presents of value to the tribe of the Incas.” Then Multonomah gathered his braves together and told them of his plan. He selected the strong- est and most powerful among them; he took those whose eyes flashed and those mo were tall of stature and lithe and young. He gave them or- ders to be prepared to start before ‘day break the next morning. And all night long he nursed his wrath. That same night Osseo and his bride sat in the moonlight and tall ked, happy beyond words. Early the next morning, however, Keneu came to them, and told them that Multonomah, the great chief- tain, was not far away with many warriors. surprised, but not knowing of Multo- anger, told his wife and Keneu who he was. Keneu, afraid for them, but not wishing to mar their happiness, said nothing By this time Multonomah had arrived, and he commanded Osseo to be brought before him. Had not Multonomah been so angry, he might have forgiven them both, for the lovers looked like two beautiful gods. Multonomah knew now that the words of the scout were true and his features, distorted with rage, revealed his anger to his son. Wallulah came closer to her husband; she feared the angry fea- tures of the old chieftain. Had not the scene been so tragic, it would have been a beautiful one. In the center was the proud old warrior and all around him, his handsome followers. Facing these were the lovers, and behind them the sturdy lit- and surrounding all of these, the Osseo, nomah’s tle mountaineers, wonderful Sierras of California. tonomah spoke in a low, menacing voice: “My son, give up this woman or die.” Osseo drew himself up, his eyes flashed; truly he was of royal blood, and for a moment Multo- nomah was prouder of his kingly son than of all his empire. At length Mul« “My father, honor to my Name and sorrow to love.” I cannot give her up, without dis- the maiden I Suddenly as lightning flashes across the sky, fleet and true as an arrow, the tomahawk of Multo- nomah struck Osseo. Lifeless he fell at the feet of his bride. For a moment Wallulah stood as if changed to stone, then threw herself on the dead body of her lover. The Spirit of Evil had seized Multonomah. He ordered the village to be destroyed, and the vil- lagers to be tortured and burned. The tribes of the mountains resisted, but the chosen men of Multonomah were stronger than they. All through the night the terrible orders were carried out; and Multonomah’s braves danced their war dance. Of the mountain race only Keneu, the arrow maker, lived to see the sun rise in the Hast. For him had been reserved even greater cruelty than his companions had suffered. As the first rays of the sun fell upon the tor- tured old man, he cried out, “Great Spirit, who art the father of us all, hear my prayer! Avenge my people, bring ruin and shame upon our oppressors. Avenge the beautiful Wallulah.” With these words his life departed, but the Spirit heard his prayer, for he loved Keneu and was angry with the tribe of the Sequoia. A flash of lightning was seen, and a voice like the rolling of thunder was heard. Multonomah and his braves stood rigid wit fear. Then the Great Spirit spoke and said, “You are a mighty race of men, but you have abused your power; yet because I once loved you, I will not destroy you entirely. Henceforth you shall be a mighty race of trees, and lowly tribes will find shelter under your branches.” Multonomah and his warriors raised their arms to heaven in supplication, but even with the move- ment, the resistless might of the Great Spirit rooted them fast in the earth and where the war- like band had gathered to witness the torture of the lowly arrow maker, stood a grove of majestic trees which men call the Giant Sequoias. From the blood of the lovers lilies sprang up which the Indians call Nenemoosha, or The Sweethearts and which the white men call the Mariposa lilies. Their spirits, however, passed to the Kingdom of Ponemah, to the Land of the Hereafter, where they still dwell in peace and happiness. =90= Peter and Jim. LOUISE MEILIKE They had comé from “down thé road a piece” with a backward nod and a motion down the dusty, winding lane—and were “jest walkin’ along’”— Peter and Jim. It had been’ a bright, sunshiny April morning when they had first appeared in the little village, unheralded and unknown, and it was grey December when they left—loved and mourned. “Which goes to prove,” the old doctor would say, “that nature is always in harmony.” But that is getting ahead of our story. It was on this bright April morning that Mrs. Kelly, rosy and motherly looking, her hard, red arms elbow-deep in suds from the morning’s wash, had looked up suddenly, with the feeling that she was being watched, and had seen two little figures gazing longly at her through the palings of the gate—Peter and Jim. Peter, a little, slender lad, with a dirty, wistful face, tousled, curly hair, and appealing brown eyes ; Jim, a scrubby, dusty-white little dog, with a great black spot that covered one wiggling little ear and one mischievous little eve, and a stubby, wagging tail. “Shure now, sonnie, an’ whut moight ye be wanting this foine spring morning?” Mrs. Kelly called cheerily to them. “Somethin’ t? eat, please mam, cause me an’ Jim are awful hungry,” and the two little figures moved closer. “T’ eat? Why bless yer little heart, shure an’ ye can! Jest ye come in an’ set on the steps a min- ute, an’ [ll have ye some bread an’ butter in a jiffy,” and Mrs. Kelly, wiping her dripping arms on her apron, hurried into the house, as the two little wanderers seated themselves on the broad steps. Peter with his elbows on his knees, his tiny fists propping up the dirty little chin, and Jim by his side, his stubby little tail thumping sedately. Presently the screen door opened again, and Mrs. Kelly re-appeared, a plate of bread and butter held high in her hand. About her skirts swarmed a train of noisy, red-headed youngsters, who stood silently staring at the little strangers, their fingers in their mouths. Peter took the plate with a shy “thank you, mam,” and then dividing it into half, shared with Jim. At the sight Mrs. Kelly raised her arms in eco- nomical horror. “Shure, boy, an’ ef I’d know’d ye was aimin’ t’ feed yer dog wid the loikes 0’ sech bread, ’'d niver have brought it out. Ye can’t be very hungry yerself.” Startled, Peter raised his head and stared in bewilderment. “Why, Jim’s hungry same’s me. I allas shares with Jim; him an’ me belong, don’t we Jim?” and he looked at his little comrade for sup- port. But Jim only wiggled his spotted ear, and thumped his stubby tail, too busy to assent in any other way. Mrs. Kelly snorted, and returned to her wash- ing. “Where do ye come from, laddie?” “Oh, jest down the road a piece.” “Where’s yer folks?” “My folks?” in puzzled questioning. “Yer parents, relaytions—Who do ye belong to 2?” “Oh,” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, “me aw’ Jim belong.” “Jim? Jim? Oh, yer pup.” “Jim ain’t no pup,” indignantly; “he’s a real blue-blooded fox terryer, ain’t you Jim ?” “Shure,” Mrs. Kelly remarked dryly, “I don’t set up fer t’ be a jedge o’ animals, but that dog 0 yours don’t strike me as no blue-blooded. No siree! But whut I means, ain’t ve got no father ner mother, sonnie?” Peter shook his head. “Then where moight ye be going? T” visit wid some friends, loikely ?” Peter shook his head again. ‘“No’m, we’re jest walkin’ along, me ’n Jim.” Mrs. Kelly placed both hands on her _ hips. “An’ ye mean t’ tell me, sonnie, thet ye’re jest atrampin’ along, wid out no folks ner sech t’ care fer ye? Shure an’ I’ve a brood 0’ me own,” and she glanced at her own three healthy youngsters, “but ye’re welcome t’ stay here ef ye’ve a mind t’, till we sees whut’s t’ be done. No little youngster loike ve can go gaddin’ about wid nary a soul t’ look afther him. Would ye loike t stay here wid me, sonnie, an’ play wid my Mike?” Peter watched her wistfully, “Can Jim stay too?” “Jim? Oh, yer dog. dog-house back 0’ the barn, an’ all the rats he can eat.” Shure an’ we’ve a foine “Why then, thank you mam, an’ we'll stay ;” and Peter held out a grubby little hand to seal the bargain. Mrs. Kelly wiped her eyes on her apron, as she looked at the tiny, dirty, solemn little figure. “Shure, an’ thet’s all right, sonny,” she said hastily. “An’ now first ye’ll be wantin’ a good wash, I’m thinking. Looks loike ye’ve traveled a good bit since ye had yer last one. Ye'd better come right in wid me now. No, no,” as Peter picked up Jim, “lave yer dog outside. Il] not have the loikes 07 him amakin’ tracks in me clean house.” Peter stopped. “But Jim’s dirty too, same’s me; am he likes a bath.” “Shure an’ he don’t look it. But take him out t’ the pond. Mikie’ll show ye where ‘tis, an’ ye can wash him there; an’ then come back in an’ I'll be ready fer ye.” And so Peter and Jim were duly established in the Kelly household. To be sure, at first they didn’t remember that Peter and: Jim belonged ; but their lesson came that night. Mrs. Kelly had called the boy in to go to bed, and when she saw Peter approaching with Jim under his arm, she said: “Shure now, sonnie, ain’t I said thet I don’t want the loikes o’ him in my clean house? Put him in his box back o’ the barn, an’ come in.” “But,” Peter objected, “Jim an’ me allas sleeps together. Jim an’ me belongs!” “Well, no mather, lad, lave him outside. Tain’t no one going t’ steal the loikes 0’ him, so ye needn’t be afraid.” Peter hesitated for a moment, then turned obediently and put Jim in his box. But before he left him he leaned down and whispered in his ear, at which Jim thumped his tail assentingly. Then Peter silently entered the house, and went to bed. Mrs. Kelly watched him doubtfully, half relent- ing, but as he said nothing more, she thought: “Shure an’ the lad won’t grieve fer the loikes 0’ sech a dog. An’ besides, he’d dirty my clean bed all up, any way.” But the next morning when she came into the room, Peter was gone. Mrs. Kelly was alarmed. “Mike, Mike,” she shook her eldest vigorously, “where’s the lad gone?” Mike looked up drowsily, “I don’t know. He was here last night.” “Hum! I know thet much myself,” and she stood thinking for a moment. hen, “Now | wonder,” she said, and walked kastily out of the room down to the barn where the dog-house was. There lay Peter, a faint smile on his face and Jim clasped tightly to him. Mrs. Kelly said no word, but leaning down she picked up the two lit- tle forms, carried them into the house, and placed them gently on the bed. “Shure an’ I guess the lad’ll have t’ have his dog ef there’s t’ be peace in the house,” she said softly as she stroked the damp curls off Peter’s warm, flushed little brow. And so Jim was installed as a privileged member of the household, and the Kellys came to understand that Peter and Jim belonged. Under the guardian wing of Mike, Peter was introduced to the townspeople, and soon the kind- ly villagers learned to watch for, and welcome the coming of the wistful, lonely little lad and the scrubby, mischievous little dog. And Peter and Jim soon came to like them too, but best of all they loved old Doctor Tom ; Peter because the Doc- tor was the only one who understood the shy little fellow, and Jim because Doctor Tom never failed to shake his little paw when they met. As for Doc- tor Tom—he had been the first to learn that Mrs. Kelly had taken another into her brood, had come to remonstrate, and stayed to beg for Peter for his own. But big-hearted, motherly Mrs. Kelly already was beginning to love the lad as one of her own, and refused to give him up. Old Doctor Tom used to come by the Kelly house sometimes on bright mornings, and stopping his horse, would call out gaily in his deep voice, “Any little boy here with brown curls who wants to go riding ?” And Peter would come rushing around the corner, Jim yelping under one arm, and shout. “Me! me!” “Well, hop in,’ Doe Tom would say, his eyes twinkling, “but that dog stays here. Won’t have any scrubby pups in my buggy. No siree!” Then Peter’s face would fall, and his lips quiv- r 7 er, as he would slowly draw back and say, “I guess I can’t go then, thank you sir, cause me ’n Jim we belong!” always goes together “There, there,” old Doc Tom would cry hastily, “[ was only joking. Hop in. Why, we couldn’t go without Jim, no siree! This old horse would pos- itively refuse to move! He would!” Then Peter’s face would be fairly transfigured with joy, and he would clamber excitedly in, hug- ging Jim tightly to him. Pretty soon old Doe Tom would lean forward and say, “Peter, you reach in my left-hand coat pocket, will you, an’ see what’s in there. I feel something poking my old bones.” And Peter would stick his hand eagerly in and pull out, with a delighted squeal, two great pepper- mint suckers—one for him, and one for Jim. Then when they were far out in the country, old Doc Tom would let Peter drive, and how they would fly—the kindly, silver-haired man, and the little eager boy, his curls flying behind him in the wind, his eyes shining with joy and excitement. and between them the little mischievous, scrubby dog, his ear wiggling joyfully and his tail thump- ing vigorously. And after the doctor had made his calls, they would make a big turn and come along by the river up to the Kelly’s, where Peter and Jim would get out till “next time.” Then came a day when all this was changed. Mrs. Nelly was standing in her front yard watering the lawn when suddenly she looked up and saw Peter come stumbling blindly toward her, tears running down the little cheeks, gasping sobs coming from the little breast ; and in his arms was clasped tightly a white, bloody little body—Jim! Mrs. Kelly rushed toward him. “Why Peter, Peter, laddie, shure an’ whut’s happened? Why, sonnie, sonnie, don’t cry so. Is it Jim? Shot, ye say; an’ dead too,” feeling the little form already growing cold. “Come, come, laddie, give him to me.” She tried to take the little body; but Peter shook his head and sobbing laid his cheek against the cold little ear. He ran into the house, and throwing himself upon the bed called again and again the name of his little comrade. “Peter, Peter,” Mrs. Kelly cried in distrac- tion, “shure don’t ery so, laddie; I'll git ye another dog tomorrow.” But Peter only shook his head. “T want Jim,” —2 he sobbed, “I want Jim. Jim an’ me belongs! Why don’t he open his eyes, Mrs. Kelly? Why don’t he bark or move? He ain’t dead, Mrs. Kelly ; oh, say he ain’t dead.” Mrs. Kelly shook her head sorrowfully, “Shure lad, an’ I only wish I could say he ain’t dead. But he is. Come, come, laddie, Mike an’ you an’ me'll give him a foine funeral and make him a rale stone for his grave; an’ maybe I’ll give ye some 0” my sweet-peas fer a wreath. There, there Peter, we'll git ye another dog tomorrow.” But Peter made no answer; he only lay sobbing wildly, clasping Jim closely to him. Almost frantic Mrs. Kelly sent for Doctor Tom, and the old man came sadly, to give comfort where none could be given. They buried Jim the next day in the little churchyard, and Peter lay all day beside the grav e refusing to leave his little comrade. “Me an’ Jim belong,” he would repeat over and over again to poor Mrs. Kelly. “Me an’ Jim belong. Oh, Mrs. Kelly, I wish I could go where Jim is, I wish I could go where Jim is.” The days passed, and each day Peter grew a little paler, a little more wan. He only smiled piti- fully and shook his head when the anxious old Doctor brought him a dog as near like Jim as was to be found in the county. He never asked to drive anymore when the old Doctor took him rid- ing; and when Doctor Tom would ask him if he didn’t want to, he would take the reins in such a listless fashion, and with such pale. thin little hands that the old Doctor’s heart ached to watch him. At length the day came when he no longer got up from bed in the morning, but lay all day silent- lv looking out toward the little green where Jim lay. Mrs. Kelly, heartsick, would come in every morning with a tempting tray, arranged as well as she knew how, but Peter would only take a few bites and then lay back on his pillow, with a wan little, “You mustn’t fix me, Mrs. Kelly.” And Mrs. Kelly, tears in her eyes, would answer. “Oh Peter, Peter, Pd fix all day ef only ve’d get better.” Then came a morning when Mrs. Kelly went in to see how he was, and found him lying silent, motionless, a smile on his lips, and his thin little arms by his sides as though they had been ex- so much extra for a tended in welcome, and then fallen as the little head, said as he stood beside the soul fled. mounds, “After all, Peter was They buried him the next day beside the grave belonged.” of Jim, and the old Doctor, sadly shaking his The Myth of the Raisin. Bacchus one day sat musing Before the green grape vine, Inspecting the grapes he was using To make the sweet red wine. Long the fruits he regarded, Seriously and with care, But threw them from him—discarded To le in the sun’s bright glare. “T have left them too long on the bushes To use for the glorious wine; Their fair skin too deeply blushes: [ did not pick them in time.” Long on the leaves they rested Untouched by the hand of Rain, Till one day a nymph them tested. Found them pleasing and tested again. She flew to the wine-god, then eried she, “What new fruit is this I have found 2?” Bacchus glanced at her hands—then replied he. “Tis the grapes which I cast on the ground. So long have they lain midst the grasses, So long in the warmth and the light, Unnoticed by mortal that passes, Untouched by the dew in the night. That they have become dried and wrinkled Like a man who has lived too long, But upon them Apollo has sprinkled A charm to be told of in song. Hear, Nymph, the Raisin I name them, Made from the grape, sun-dried, And give them to Man, who will claim them And cherish their wealth with pride.” two little right—they The Passing of Kona of Yohomiti. DONALD LEIDIG In the early seventies, when the Grahams rounded El Capitan after their long and tedious journey along the ridges of the Mereed, the beauty of the Yohomiti of the Indians fairly dazzled them. Their first task—since they were the first whites to invade this Indians’ Paradise—was to come to a friendly understanding with the Indian Tribes which inhabited Yosemite, the Diggers and the Piutes. The Piutes held sway over the upper end of the Valley which contained most of the berry-produe- ing territory and the Diggers occupied the lower acorn-producing end of — the —? valley. They made a _ sort of ‘bread, neuputi, from the ground acorns which with yen- ison formed the chief article of the Indian diet. and woe be unto the Piute caught trespassing in the Digger territory. The Grahams had no trouble in getting amica- bly acquainted with both tribes although there seemed to be some suspicion in regard to the whites. They had just completed their log cabin at the foot of Sentinel Rock and started life anew when the little valley was filled with the cries of the Diggers and Piutes in a bloody fray over the tres- passing of Piutes into Digger territory. A fight was on between the two tribes just across the Merced river from the Grahams. Mr. Graham decided to reconnoiter to see if there was any danger of the Indians turning upon his little home. Warning Mrs. Graham to be very care- ful about appearing in the open, he cautiously made his way across the river. Scarcely had he gone when Mrs. Graham was startled hy a bumping against the side of the cabin. Taking in her arms her new-born son, Charles. the first white boy born in Yosemite valley, she crept to the wall and peered through a crack. She gasped at the sight which greeted her eyes. Quickly she ran to the door and went out. There beside the cabin lay an Indian girl with an arrow in her breast, weak from the loss of blood. Mrs. Graham gathered the girl into her arms and carried her inside the house. Although made weak by the task, she tore out the arrow and dressed the wound as best she could. ‘ When Mr. Graham returned, he, having ac- quired some knowledge of the Piute dialect, was able to receive the story of the girl’s plight. She told him her name was Kona, the snow-bird, and that she had stolen away from her father’s wigwam to see the fight. While watching at what she thought was a safe distance, she had been shot by a stray arrow and had just managed to creep from the river bank to the Graham home. Mr. and Mrs. Graham decided that under the 5 circumstances there was nothing to do but to keep Kona until she was fully recovered. Under Mrs. Grahain’s gentle and untiring care Kona’s wound finally healed; but two months had slipped by before Kona completely regained her strength, and during this time there had grown up between the two women a strong bond of friendship. Mrs. Graham had striven valiantly to learn the Piute tongue while little Kona had striven equally hard to conquer the even more stubborn English. As a result the women were now able to understand one another fairly well. And so, when it came time for Kona’s departure, Mrs. Graham felt a pang of regret for the little snow-bird, for, contrary to the general rule, Kona had grown up to suit her name. Her dark hair crowning her olive-tinted skin was like the black hood of the snow-bird surmounting its little buff- colored body. Kona, after the manner of the stolid Indian, started to leave Mrs. Graham without a word, then turned and said, “Kona no forget. Some day Kona give back to you.” ‘Tears filled Mrs. Grraham’s eyes as she watched this little so-called savage slowly go her way to her tribe. In the summer following the episode of Kona, little Charles Graham became seriously ill. Days passed and the child grew steadily worse. Mr. Graham finally set out for the doctor at a little settlement called Hite’s Cove, which was about two days’ journey from Yosemite. On the third evening of his absence Mrs. Gra- ham, while anxiously caring for Charles, was startled by the hurried entrance of Kona, breath- less from her haste. threw a shawl about her, and picking up Charles, said in a low voice, “Come! Kona go. You no come—die. Come still like deer.” Mrs. Graham was inclined to hesitate but, hav- ing full confidence in Kona, she gathered her little family together, there were three small children older than Charles, and all soon disappeared in the gathering dusk. Kona led the way to a cave near the foot of Sentinel Rock and, when all were within, she told her tale to Mrs. Graham. The formerly friendly Piutes of the Yosemite had that afternoon been stirred into action by several renegade members of the tribe who were These men had been active in the Kona ran to Mrs. Graham, quickly horse thieves. San Joaquin valley and in one of their escapades had killed a rancher and his family near Merced. The troops of Fort Millerton were close on the trail of the Indians, but had that afternoon been eluded by their crafty quarry who entered the val- ley by a secret path up the Merced river canyon. These horse thieves had then incited their fel- low tribesmen against the Grahams as they feared the whites might betray the presence of the Indians to the troops. The Piutes had determined to mas- sacre the Grahams that night. Kona, being the daughter of one of the chiefs, had overheard these plans and true to her vow to Mrs. Graham had decided to violate the most sacred code of the Indians, fidelity to her own kin and tribe. Kona, having completed her story, led Mrs. Graham to the mouth of the cave and pointed to- ward the Graham home. The cabin was in flames and the rising evening wind bore to the ears of Mrs. Graham the unearthly cries of the Indians. Mrs. Graham shuddered at the thought of what might have been the fate of her children and her- self and sank to her knees in prayer and thanks- giving. Kona turned sorrowfully away and said, “You pray your Gods! Kona cannot do again. She break her promise to her Gods—now Kona pay.” Then in spite of Mrs. Graham’s entreaties, Kona walked out into the night and disappeared. Walking rapidly to the bank of the Merced she cast herself in and was born away. The U. 8. Troops traced their quarry into the valley the next day, and the commander, having been made familiar with the valley by an old trapper, split his company into two divisions. One of these entered the lower end of the valley, and the other rode around the rim of the valley to the outlet at the upper end. The Indians, warned of the approach of — the troops by their scouts, fled to the northern end. When they reached what is now known as Indian canyon, the troops closed in from both sides and massacred practically every man, woman, and child—a blow from which the Indians of the Yosemite have never recovered. Mrs. Graham and her children were found and brought out of the valley along the peaceful Mer- ced of Yosemite which once free from the eternal vigilance of El Capitan begins to babble the story of the supreme sacrifice of Kona of Yohomiti. A Day From the Life of George W ashington the Third. MAE OWENS (George Washington Brown was called “George Washington, the Third” because he was the third to bear that name. Of course, the first George Washington was the one known to most people for doing little things, several such as crossing the Delaware at night and. as a trivial matter of fact, capturing one thousand Hessians. The second man_ of personality to bear the name of “George Wash- ington” was the father of the hero of this story. George Washington, the Third, had a long an- cestral line behind him which contributed largely to the unusual personality of the subject of dis- cussion, Now, as it happened, George was a little darkey boy who lived in the south and was being raised on hoe cakes and syrup and frequent whippings. He was like the famous George Washington ex- cept that he was black, he couldn’t tell the truth, he didn’t like to study, he couldn’t ride a horse, he couldnt shoot a gun, he was lazy, he played hookey, and he was afraid of the dark. Other than the above mentioned differences we may consider that he was a worthy namesake of the first George Washington. One bright sunny morning in spring found George Washington peacefully—no, I can’t say peacefully either because every little while Mammy Brown came to the foot of the stairs and loudly called, “George Washington, hain’t you all up yet ? You all jest stay der one minute longah and Ah’ll git you. Do you heah me?”—sleeping in the attic of the Brown mansion. 3ut George Washington was little disturbed by the warnings of his mammy, as he just turned over at cach call to make his mammy think that he was getting up. Finally at the sound of foot steps on the stairs, George Washington popped out of bed and was nearly dressed when the indignant face of his mammy appeared in the door. “Bout time you all was gittin’ up, yu_ little niggah,” said Mrs. Brown, giving her son a stoney look. “De next time Ah catches yu stayin’ in bed Ah] lick you suah.” —? “Mammy,” said George Washington, “Ah hain’t fecha’ good dis mornin’. Ah don’t think ah feels lak goin’ to school.” Washington Brown,” cried Mrs. Brown, “if you all eber tell me anodder lie, Ah’ll shin you. You jest git down der and eat youah breakfas’ befo’ Ah gits mad and hits you.” At this terrible threat Washington scampered down the stairs. He was calmly eat- ing his share of the substantial hoe cakes when his mammy appeared, scowling and muttering. When George Washington had finished his break- fast he was ordered to feed the pigs and bring in some wood. “George George Five minutes later an angry voice called from the house, “George Washington, if you all don’t stop teasin’ dat cat and bring dat wood to dis house youah pa’ll lick you when he gits home.” George Washington managed to fool away a half hour watching the pigs and another half hour throwing clods at the chickens as he sat on the wood pile. “Tf you all hain’t de laziest nigeah,’” remarked Mrs. Brown, as George finally brought in a few sticks of wood. “You hain’t got no taste for wuk. Ah don’t know where you gits al from youah pa. Hey, what am dat stickin’ out from youah pocket? You needn’t tell me its youah lunch de table. O, it am youah Well, Mistah George Washington Brown, will you all tell me what dem books on dat stand am and when did youah books get to be round and smell lak an apple? Jest you tell me dat, will you ?” dat laziness less ‘cause dats on books, am it? “O, mammy, can’t Ah hab jest dis one?” pleaded George W ashington, “an Ah won’t tak anodder fo’ —to’—f0’—.”” “You all might jest as well say fo’ two minutes ‘cause Ah knows dat is jest what'll happen,’’ said Mrs. Brown. “You all bettah mak vou’sef scarce ‘cause its most nine.” George Washington reluctantly started to school with lunch pail in hand and his books under his arm, but without the cherished apple. He got to 7— school in ime even if he did walk slowly so that he wouldnt be there for arithmetic, for he had failed to do his. The school bell rang soon after the arrival of George Washington and that person entered the building with a sinking heart and a mind searching for an excuse for not having his lesson prepared. As soon as the pupils had taken their seats, Miss Brady, the teacher, said, “Third grade arithmetic class, pass to the board and take your papers with you, George Washington remained in his seat. “George Washington, why are you not at the board?” asked Miss Brady. “Didn’t you do your arithmetic ?” “No, ma’am,” meekly responded honest George Washington. “My mammy was sick las’ night and Ah had to do de wuk.” “All right, George,” said Miss Brady, “if your mother was sick you did right in helping her. You may hand the work in tomorrow.” George Washington congratulated himself on having gotten off so easily. All went well for him the rest of the day, and: at three o’clock the third grade was dismissed. “Oh, me!” said George Washington to him- self. “If Ah go home mammy will mak’ me bring Ah guess Ah’ll go fishin’.” So George Washington started to the creek where he was joined by several small boys. They were soon weary of fishing, and so it was proposed that they go swimming. They had a jolly time ducking one another and having water fights until quite late. George Washington was the last one to leave the creek. The other boys had already started up the road. George Washington couldn’t find his clothes. “Hey, you all bring dem clothes back heah, yu po’ white trash,” yelled George Washington, frantically. “Ha, ha. Come get them,” called the boys run- ning down the road. “QO, Lawsy, what am Ah gwine ter do,” moaned George Washington. “It am cold as—as—as—. in. wood. Lawsy, what’ll mammy say and Ah’lIl have ter stay heah “till it gits dark. Ome, O me. Fo’ de Lawd’s sake, am mah eyes foolin’ me, or am dat a sca’e crow all dressed in his Sunday best? If he doan mind, ah’ll use dem clothes fo’ a lil while. Gee, dey doan ’xactly fit me, but dey’ll do mighty well.” So, dressed in the scare-crow’s clothes, George Washington went home just as it was beginning to get dark. On account of his clothes and more on account of the growing darkness, George Washington scooted for home. His speed slack- ened though when he neared home, and he began thinking of an excuse. “Wo? de Lawd’s sake, am it hants or am it a sca’e crow?” shrieked Mrs. Brown as her son came in the door. “Wheah you all been? Doan you know nuff ter come home? Jest you all tell me if vou can.” “Tey was a li’l boy an’ he los’ his clothes so Ah let him hab mine and Ah tuk dese,” said George Washington. “Yes,” said Mrs. Brown, “an’ how did de li'l boy lose dem clothes of hisn? Well, Mistah George Washington, you all needn’t tell me no mo’ lies. Ah knows you went swimmin’ and de boys swiped youah clothes. Jest you feed dem pigs and brang in de wood fo’ Ah splits youah haid open. No. you hain’t gwine ter change dem clothes. You jest get.” George Washington “got.” He hastily threw the feed in the pigs faces, grabbed a few sticks of wood, and ran for the house, pursued all the time by great, big, white ghosts. “No, suh,” said Mrs. Brown, as George Wash- ington sat down at the table, “you all hain’t gwine ter git no suppah. Did you all spose Ah was gwine ter let you off? If you did, you'll git fooled. You hike up dem stairs fo’ Ah licks you. De next time you do a ting lak’ dat, Ah’ll bust youah haid open.” George Washington “hiked.” “(Q, Lawsy,” said George Washington to himself as he bounced into bed, “why didn’t dey name me Bill ’stead of George Washington ’cause as it is dey spects too much of me.” ZnO The Finding. CORA STEVENS The sun had just climbed the dark ridge of the mountains where it seemed to poise a moment, as if Apollo himself were amazed at the unusual beauty before him. The mountains were veiled by a transparent mist of silver and blue, through which lofty pines and oaks could be seen. A near- by lake reflected the glories above and around it. And even the poorest shrub seemed to lend to the beauty of the scene. The boy stood still while his soul drank in the wild beauty of this unfrequented spot; and then, without turning, he cried: “T have found the Treasure lake, father, I have found it!” His words revealed no thought of the participation of his father and their half-breed guide in the finding. His was the nature that, unconsciously, dominates in all situations. But the broad-shouldered, fair-haired man who came hurriedly forward at his son’s words, did not notice this. He saw only the white, intense face to which even three months in the open had failed to give color, and the great burning eyes through which the unquenchable thirst of the artist soul shone. Placing his hands on the boy’s thin shoulders he faced him around and said play- fully : “And now, son, suppose we rest before we be- gin searching for the fabled mine.” For the first time the boy looked away from the scene which had appeared before him as he pushed through the underbrush; and the father, who had hoped that his son would acquiesce, saw at once that the boy’s restless soul would not let him cease until the mine was found, or was proved to be only imaginary. Always the boy had been thus; when he determined to do something, he would exert every effort to accomplish his aim and would never give up until his determination was fulfilled. Of late though, his father had known that the slender form could not much longer re- sist the ravages imposed by the restless, unrelent- ing nature, and he had persuaded the youthful artist to leave his studio and come for a trip in the mountains. The boy had consented with ardor, thinking of the wild beauty of the Sierras and their awe-in- spiring heights. However, the contentment which the father hoped the trip would give, never came. The boy was delighted with the undreamed-of wonders ; but as soon as he had seen and sketched one lo- cality, he would insist on going farther. Then they had heard from an aged Indian of Treasure lake, where an old Indian mine had once been. The Indian himself had seen it while a small boy; and though he was half-witted, the boy had listened intently and when the tale was finished, he had exclaimed: “I am going to find that mine, father, and then my dream of study in Europe can be realized !” The boy’s determination remained with him. and during the weeks of search that followed, he never once gave up hope, but pushed farther and farther away from civilization. Even when it seemed that the tireless soul would part from the weary body, that the dragging limbs could no longer retain the energetic life in them, his fieree unflinching will would compel them to go on, often after his bronzed father and the sturdy guide grew tired and foot-sore. And so after the lake was discovered there was still the mine to be found. All day they searched, stopping only when the lengthening shadows compelled them. The next morning the boy was up before sunrise and con- tinued his search. He was following a path made by animals that used the lake for a watering place when suddenly a little brown Indian girl of about thirteen years, in a straight. scarlet slip ran quickly out of the bushes. Her bare feet and legs were covered with red-brown dust; a long braid of blue-black hair tied with green reeds hung over each shoulder. Her hands and face were a beauti- ful bronze. She stood undecided for a moment near a tall white birch, looking at the pale, eager- faced youth out of shy, dusky eyes and then dis- appeared on the other side of the trail. The boy gazed after her dumbly and then drew a deep breath. =—70= “What a picture that will make!” he exclaimed, and began to sketch it rapidly in his ever-present book which was now almost full of pictures that were to be done in colors when he returned to the city. Mid-forenoon found him far from camp, weary of body but still eager of soul. He had reached a point of land that jutted out into the lake with a cliff overhanging it, up which a scarcely perceptible path led. The boy stood for a moment gazing around him and then crying, “I have found it!” began to climb laboriously upward. ‘This was the path, the cliff, the point of land which the half- witted Indian had described. Sure enough at the top of the cliff was a pile of dirt and rocks and a shallow pit. He began hur- riedly to search along the sides of this pit and soon discovered promising-looking quartz. Just then he heard his father’s voice calling from below. “Duaine, Duaine, where are you?” and leaping to his feet he ran to the edge of the over-hanging ledge. The insecure dirt gave way, and before the anguished sight of his father, the boy came tumbling down to the shore below. The two men dug him, still alive, out from the dirt and stone, but the broken body was no longer strong enough to hold the restless spirit. He looked questioningly at his father and then said triumphantly, “I have it, father!’ and held out in his weak hand a small piece of quartz. Then ihe blue-veined eyelids drooped over the dark, inspired eyes and with a sigh he whispered again, “I—have —found—it.” That evening the older man sat, while the violet shadows deepened, gazing out across the lake. His thoughts were bitter ones, for all of his interests had centered in his lovable, restless son—and now —he turned his sad eyes towards a mound of earth where a small white cross, rudely fashioned, showed through the gloom—what was there to live for? What was the use? Of course he would never develop: the mine. He would leave these hills that seemed to be shuting him away from others, binding his sorrow closer, and would return to the city and work. Someone else could re- discover the mine. But even as he made this de- cision, he heard again the boy’s exultant cry, “T have found it!” and saw again the pale, triumph- ant face. Duaine had hoped for the mine from the first, and had dreamed so much of the fame it would enable him to gain that he would not wish his father to leave it like this. But what could he do? Just then his glance fell on a tiny book, the one in which Duaine kept his sketches. Picking it up he began, listlessly, to turn the pages. Suddenly he stopped and gazed intently at one of the pictures. It was the one of the Indian girl, sketched that morning. In colors’ it would have been a masterpiece, and even roughly as it was done, it was one to compel attention. The man looked at it, first merely enjoying the poise of the slender figure and the grace of the small head; then he became conscious that there was something more essential than the poise which gave the picture its irresistible charm—it was the eyes, through which the unenlightened soul looked, questioningly, pleadingly, and he realized that she was a human being, all of her people were human beings, and they had a right to have a chance. He remembered how his son had loved this strange, silent race, and with this remembrance came a determination that, since Duaine could never realize his dreams, he would develop the mine and with its aid, help educate these children of the forest. Rising he went to the little white cross and kneeling beside it murmured, “I have found it, Duaine, found the use to which your treasures shall be put.” At the door-step of a log hut not far away, a small, slender Indian girl was huddled. She held her chin in the palms of her hands and gazed at the far-away stars with somber eyes—dreaming dreams of heard-of cities and of wonderful, know- ledge-giving books—dreams which she never ex- pected to be realized. From the room beyond floated a sad, weird melody, the lullaby of her helpless race. The father remained kneeling until the ery of the blue loon resounded across the lake, then rising he gazed towards a silver crescent that hung sus- pended above a dark pine, then he repeated slowly, sadly, “We have found it, Duaine, but the price has been too great.” But what of the little Indian girl and_ her dreams? What of the tired boy sleeping con- tentedly under the dark murmuring pines? Had he not found rest? Was the price too great ? How Mr. Hummingbird Got His Long Bill. HAZEL WARD Long, long years ago, in the beginning of things. when Old Mother Nature made all the big birds and all the middle sized birds, she found out that she had just a teeny weeny bit of the things birds are made of left. There wasn’t even enough for the head of an ordinary bird. Now, as Old Mother Nature never was wasteful, she decided to make a teeny weeny bird. She made him as perfect as any other bird. She gave him feathers, feet, toes, and a bill, but they were very small. When she had finished making him, she felt so proud that she gave him a green coat and red vest and called him, “Hummingbird.” When Old Mother Nature sent little Mr. Hum- mingbird out into the world to join the other birds, she told him that, even though small, he would have to care for himself. So he darted away to join the other birds and find a place for him- self in the big wide world. When the other birds irst saw him, they laughed at him because he was so tiny, and made fun of him, though, truth to tell, some of them were envious because of his beautiful coat and others because of the way he could dart about. Tiny as he was, he was stout of heart and fairly yursting with courage. He would dash into the very faces of those who tried to tease him, and would be away again before they could even so much as strike at him. So it wasn’t long before they left him alone. As Mr. Hummingbird was such a tiny bird, of course he had a very small stomach and had to eat very small things. It didn’t take him long to find out that little insects just suited him, especial- ly those which live a round the flowers. Mr. Hum- mingbird spent most of his time hunting for his food. One day he paused in front of a deep-throated flower and found that many tiny insects had hid- den in the heart of it. Try as he would, he could not reach them. Now, his own swift little wings were not quicker than Mr. Hummingbird’s temper, and he promptly tore the flower to pieces. Then he caught the little insects, and he found that in the heart of the flower were sweet juices, better than anything he had ever tasted before. After that he spent no time hunting in the air but darted from one deep-throated flower to another, pulling them to pieces and filling his stomach with the insects hiding there and with the sweet juices. One day Old Mother Nature came along to see how things were going. On every side were her beautiful flowers torn into rags. She threw up her hands in dismay. “Dear me!” she cried, “I just wonder who can have been doing such mischief !” Just then she caught sight of Little Mr. Hum- ming bird tearing another flower to pieces. Stern- ly she called him before her, and he came fear- lessly. “Why have you been tearing my beautiful flow- ers to pieces?” she demanded. “Because it is the only way I can obtain the food best suited to me,” replied Mr. Humming- bird prompty, but respectfully. Old Mother Nature tried to look severe, but a twinkle crept into her eyes. She was pleased with the fearlessness of the little bird. “That may be, but I cannot have my beautiful flowers destroyed in this way. It will never do at all.” Now, Old Mother Nature knew that the Sundew contained a very gummy substance for catching insects. She immediately thought of a plan, so turning to Little Mr. Hummingbird she said: “Go to that flower yonder and catch the insects that are hiding in the heart of it and then return to mes Little Mr. Humming bird darted away to the flower she had indicated and immediately thrust his short little bill into the heart of it. But alas! his bill stuck fast, and he could not remove it from the flower. Now, as I have said before, Mr. Hummingbird had a very quick temper, so he began pulling and pulling with all his might. Tighter twisted the petals about his bill, and firmer grew the gum. many more took hold. The more he pulled, the longer his bill became, until at last it was pulled out so long and became so small at the end that it broke off and little Mr. Hummingbird was free. He immediately returned to Old Mother Na- ture who was standing nearby, watching the work- ing out of her plan. “Now,” said Old Mother Nature, “I guess you As one petal broke loose, won't have to pull my flowers to pieces any more.” Little Mr. Hummingbird darted away to the first deep-throated flower, and soon found that he could reach the sweet juices and insects without difficulty. After that he took the greatest care not to tear the flowers. This is how Mr. Hummingbird happens to have his long bill. anole Public Speaking. HARVEY ALLEN Public speaking is variously regarded by vari- ous persons. The man who admires it thinks it 4 pleasure, the man who does it calls it a duty, and the man whose sleep is disturbed by it believes that it is a crime. The truth of the matter is that public speaking is an ancient and malignant dis- ease which from time immemorial has stalked abroad in the land. There a re a number of ways by which this dis- ease makes itself known. The individual affected often spends a great deal of his time before a mirror practicing the enunciation of some declama- tion, or acquires the habit of rising on his toes when about to make a remark; some even adopt an oratorical manner and impressive gestures when discussing such subjects as the weather. The classic orator Demosthenes, when attacked by this malicious malady, betrayed its presence by his at- tempts to speak distinctly while chewing a mouth- ful of pebbles. Patrick Henry rehearsed speeches with only a cow and a mule as audience, while the modern victim is satisfied with discoursing to his reflection. The careful observer may recognize this disorder by these and similar symptoms. As we have indicated heretofore, this dire and dreadful disease is contagious. It is contracted especially by high school seniors, school teachers, lawyers, and notably law students. Automobile salesmen are frequently a prey to this disorder, but the best known living victim of the disease is found in the ranks of the violent pacifists-—Wil- liam Jennings Bryan. In general there may be said to be no absolute cure for this malady, although beneficial results have been obtained by solitary confinement in a padded cell. The most effective measures are preventative, however, probably the best being the electric chair. Corporal punishment has been sug- gested for slight attacks, but usually the prognosis is bad. We have now discussed the symptoms and treat- ment of this pernicious disorder, the Thing which unchecked ravages the civilized portions of the globe and attacks the unwary sons of men. May this act as a warning to whom it may concern, es- pecially to aspiring Freshmen! Brief Mention. Editor Purple and White: You have asked me to write a paragraph or two of a semi-official character for our school an- nual, which I am glad to do. This is the time in the history of our country ore than ever before when “preparedness” is the ratchword of the hour. Not only “military pre- paredness” but preparedness along every line of human endeavor. The question now before every boy and girl is, “What can you do?” With nearly one hundred thousand boys and girls in our California high schools, it will be seen that the high school is a most important factor in the matter of “preparedness” and that it must bend its energies more than ever before to turn out young men and young women prepared to fight life’s battles. Five centuries ago Machiavelli, the great Italian statesman, said that there are different degrees in the capacity of mankind: “One man understands things by means of his own natural endowments: another understands things when they are ex- plained to him; and the third can neither under- stand things of himself nor when they are ex- plained by others. he first are rare and excep- tional, the second have their merit, but the last are wholly worthless.” It is the business of our schools to turn out as many as possible of the first two classes. There is no place for the “slacker,” either in school or out of it. ae ye aS! It is gratifying to the friends of the school to note the improvements which have been made in buildings and grounds during the last two years. It was thought two years ago that the new manual training building would meet the demands of the school for several years to come, but so cramped already are we for room that the Board have pro- vided for a fifty-foot extension to the west wing, and have ordered additional equipment in the way of machinery. So without bragging we may sav when these improvements are all completed that we stand at the head of all the schools in the valley in the matter of “industrial preparedness.” Following out their progressive ideas along the lines of preparedness the High School Board have purchased the entire block across Seventh strect, south of the main building, consisting of about six acres, which will give us plenty of ground for agri- cultural purposes and for an athletic field. The school as a whole is accumulating mo- mentum every year. In the last report of the State High School Examiner it stands in the list of “Class A” schools. There are now about twenty- five of our graduates in the different colleges and universities of the State and their influence is re-acting most favorably upon the school in lead- ing others on to the universities and in stirring up the less ambitious to greater efforts. I thank you for your courtesy. F. 0. MOWER, Principal. Chuck Wagon =33 Hey. 7 EOITORIAL During the past year, the Madera Union High School has proven itself to be worthy of the title which is supposed to belong to the public schools of the United States, which is “the most demo- cratic institution of America.” We in the Madera High are one hig family, everyone “belongs” whether he be a Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior. No one is made to feel that simply because he is a lower classman, he should be regarded as some queer specimen from “Zooland.” This spirit of good feeling has been evinced more during the past year than ever before in the history of our school by the many and varied inter-class entertainments. Now, fellow students, it is evident that to make these affairs a success much class spirit had to exist, but it is in that very thing that our school makes its mistake. Any state of our Union might be a fine state in itself, but what could he ac- complished if each state worked separately and we had no centralized form of government? In the same way there may be an abundance of Class Spirit, but the classes must be united by School Spirit if school is to be all that it should be. Class Spirit alone will never place a school “on the map.” Don’t allow a few members of the school to get the blame and fame for all the events of the year It is your school, and each individual should take SS an interest in all school activities. If the Purple and White is not “the best ever,” it is not the staff alone upon whom the blame falls, but a reflection is cast on the whole school. So it is with all other lines of work of the school. But the school must have not only the support of the students but of the towns-people as well, and we are happy to say that most of our good citizens give us their en- thusiastic aid always. Every single phase of the school life is either a boost or a reflection on the town, and therefore it is good business for the people to help us students make all our lines of work a success. Now, since we have plenty of class spirit, let us develop a School Spirit, let all the people of the town unite with the students in making the Ma- dera High School known throughout California by boosting for her in athletics, a-better-than-ever- before Purple and White, and good scholarship in 1918. Let it be a banner year for our “Alma Mater,” always bearing in mind that in unity there is strength. ID); IMG Wp, ale. We, the staff of the Purple and White, take this opportunity to thank the faculty, the good citizens of Madera, and the students who by their faithful aid and support have made possible the publish- ing of this issue of the Purple and White. eas yee ad a6 GU Staff of 1917 Purple and White ay DONALD LEIDIG = - Editor-in-Chief LOIS NEWMAN 2 2 5 Assistant Editor ANNA SHIRK 2 : 2 Business Manager ALAN QUIGLEY - First Assistant Business Manager MERRITT SHEDD - Second Assistant Business Manager Cert eee ANNA SHIRE. ALAN QUIGLEY MERRITT SHEDD DONALD LEIDIG LOIS NEWMAN CECIL WILLIAMS..-Art CLARA LATE--Dramatics and Society MRS. BURCH.-.--Faculty LOUISE MEILIKE.---School Activites OLSEN LASATER..-Jokes MARIE DROMEY..--Industrial Arts —37-— te ag r) ’ + @ it} oo ry Ws iy 6 ® 4 i é PD of by Oo en 4 % e = a atl “3 s Fizg “ ee ethos, ” STUDENT BODY i t ff ! Sea is be Le Ca b fl m {dl “ER Sond ep ra Ary Q C lus Allen, Laura Barcroft, Dolores Blood, Velma Cook, Ila Cox, Bonita Cox, Elizabeth Crow, Sabra Danielson, Mildred Donovan, Mary Freeman, Enid Griffin, Dorothee Hartwell, Florence Hunt, Lottie Jones, Esther Kehl, Frances Kershaw, Leona Larew, Roselyn Lewis, Edna Longatti, Alma Mackey, Olive Porter, Evelyn Northern, Fred Peters, Maurice Shupe, Raymond Stitt, Claude Stringer, Kenneth Thede, Everett Washburn, Edna Names of Student Body. First Year Rea, Florence Reid, Maybelle Robertson, Mary Butler, James Cavin, Clyde Cavin, Orlo Coffee, Raymond Child, Harold Cook, Loy Cox, Kenneth Denny, Oliver Falconi, Joe Friedberger, Leo Harrison, Paul Lusk, Aubery, Jr. Macon, Lawrence Mattroci, Louis Mattroci, Frank Miller, Murray Mosteller, Gerald Noble, Cornelius Scheffing, Clara Stevens, Cora Taylor, June Thorne, Velma Tyrrell, Ardys Ward, Hazel Washburn, Edna Tsousouvas,, Constantine White, Lenora Wattenbarger, Elmer White, Vernon Whitney, Myrtle Second Year Appling, Estelle Berrier, William Briscoe, Logan Chess, Blanche Coffee, Everett Cook, Eunice Crowder, Olive Dowell, Victoria Faust, Marian Knight, Lois Knight, Lora Lewis, Lula Allen, Harvey Amerine, Ethel Autrand, Marie Brown, Shirley Desmond, Edmund Froom, Allyn Galeener, Lyda Glas, Irene Harrison, Roy Hartwell, Lewis Hunter, Florence Kast, Clinton Kegel, Francis Late, Clara Lynch, Eva san blitss Lewis, Vera Lusk, Gladys Mitchell, Lois Peters, Grace Shedd, Merritt Shupe, Ralph Stephens, Arthur Theis, Sadie Thomas, Lila Trine, Neva Tyrrell, Ralph Williams, Cecil Third Year Meilike, Carl Michaelson, Aurora Mugler, Lyda Newman, Lois Oliva, Josephine Owens, Mae Quigley, Alan Rea, Maude Rhodes, Betty Shirk, Anna “Vanderburg, Lyall Williams, Ethel Williams, Lawrence Wilson, Blanche Wren, Genevieve ITUOENT BODY On the first Tuesday of October the first Stud- and as a result the students are beginning to enter ent Body meeting was held, and the students once with greater zest into the impromptu discussions. more assumed control of the reins of government. The officers in charge were: Mary Mickle—President. In February the officers for the second scmester were installed: Alan Quigley—Vice President. Olsen Lasater—President. — Love Newnan Sloeriner, Ethel Amerine—V ice President. Francis Kegel—Treasurer. Trene Glas—Secretary. And under them the business of the school has Everett Coffee—Treasurer. been carried out in a very satisfactory manner. And they have filled their offices equally as well Debate has been encouraged during the meetings. as their predecessors. = Student—y lo Officers —w OLSEN LASATER, Pres. ETHEL AMERINE, Vice Pres. MR. MOWER, Ex-Officio IRENE GLAS, Sec. EVERETT COFFEE, Treas. Ae IUCIET Y (Extracts taken from various OCT. 28—SENIOR. Gave the Freshies their annual reception last night, and they seemed to enjoy it even if we didn’t. They being rather a sophisticated class, we were forced to rake our brains and tax our ingenuity for something new, and finally hit upon the idea of giving them a miniature “World’s Fair” in the Assembly Hall which was startling enough to amuse even them. We had various side-shows in the corners, exhibiting for their benefit the Siamese Twins, Stella (in Latin), and sundry other world-famous curiosities. Having been fore- warned by their mothers that they hadn’t all learned their party manners yet, we took the pre- caution to be forearmed, and engaged the “Lady Policeman” from the Zone especially for the even- ing. After the novelty of the Fair had worn off, we led them over to the annex where the “eats” were served, for of course that was what made it a party for the Freshmen. Then, the hour being rather late for them, Mr. Mower gently but firmly told them they must depart, and they obeyed him as all good Freshmen should. SOMETIME IN JAN.—1:30 A. M. (Never be a slave to dates——Same Senior.) Just returned home from the party we gave the Juniors and might as well record the events of the evening now as next week. The Juniors cer- tainly acted as if they were enjoying themselves, and I know we Seniors did even if we w ere hosts and hostesses. We gave the party at the W. I. C. clubhouse, and the decorations of greens and class colors were really striking, as they should have been since it was a three hours’ job to put them up. After all the Juniors had arrived, we gave a little program, winding up with a short play which seemed to “get over,” judging from the ap- plause which followed it. Then we played games, and later in the evening, danced for a little while. I forgot to tell about the refreshments (most im- nortant part, of course). We served them in cafe- teria style, which was something of a novelty and worked quite well. It was almost one o’clock be- fore we could persuade ourselves to leave, but then we Seniors have the consoling thought that we'll have to be back tomorrow or today rather at eight to clean up. FEB.—SOPHOMORE We were certainly surprised when we received diaries found lying around.) an invitation from the Seniors for a party—we thought they were too dignified to even notice, much less entertain, us. However, we obeyed or- ders and appeared at the clubhouse on the ap- pointed night dressed as rubes—at least that was the way we were supposed to look, and some of us did, while some of us didn’t—look like much of anything. We found the Seniors and the club- house adorned in much the same way. There were turnips and carrots and—onions! and one lone cab- bage suspended from the rafters of the room, while on the walls were hung branches of hay and alfalfa, with an occasional lantern for illuminating purposes. As for the Seniors—well some of them had trains, and some of them had short trousers, while others wore necklaces of potatoes and tur- nips—all in all we thought they didn’t look quite natural. However, we all had a jolly time and plenty of fun, and when we left at midnight we gave the Seniors three cheers and a tiger to show our appreciation. MARCH—SENIOR AGAIN. Had the most wonderful time last night at the W. 1. C. The Juniors entertained us and they cer- tainly did it in style. The hall was decorated with bridal wreath and roses, and over the piano was a huge 17 made of flowers. I’ll warrant it took them a good long time to fix it all! Tt surely looked pretty. When we Seniors had all arrived, we played games and held contests for a while. and then they served the “eats” in absolutely the most original way! They had the room fixed up like a little cafe, with little tables for four each. and while we were eating, one of the girls dressed as a cabaret dancer, circled around the tables dancing and singing. After we’d encored her un- til she simply refused to be encored again, a short program was presented. Then we danced for a little while, of course, and before we realized it, it was time to leave. We Seniors have had lots of jolly affairs this year, but not one which we will remember with greater pleasure than this. APRIL—JUN IOR. Went to the first masquerade party I’ve ever at- tended when the Sophomores entertained us at the Catholic clubhouse last night, and it was surely fun—and funny. We couldn’t tell who were Juniors and who Sophomores, or who or what some thought they were representing, but that made it all the more exciting. We played games and daneed until the time came for unmasking which was certainly amusing. Some of the girls had suc- ceeded in disguising themselves completely and refused to take off ruhete masks and admit their identity but force finally triumphed. Then the refreshments were served, and after a little more dancing and singing it was time to leave, much to our sorrow, for we a found the Sophomores royal entertainers. PRIL—FRESHMEN We had the High School picnic yesterday and we had a good dima, We went to Skaggs bridge and we went in hay racks. We left High School at 9 o’clock and we returned at 6. We had lots of good things to eat and lots of fun. We took some funny pictures and then we lost the film. We sang on the way out and we slept on the way in. This is all T can remember about it and T think it The High School Chorus of this year is much larger than those of preceding years owing to the increased size of the school; and for this reason the year’s work has been more effective. The music for this term has been entirely new, and the com- positions studied have ranged from the stirring “Damascus Chorus” and “The Lord is Great’ to the tender anpd exquisite “Barcarolle.” More attention has been given to individual singing this term than formerly, and we have had on our programs a larger number of solos, duets. and quartets, taken from the celebrated operas. The singers have all been well trained, and the numbers well rendered. The Boys’ Chorus has also received particular attention this year. It is larger than in former years, and both tenor and bass parts are well rep- resented. The boys have taken great pride in their work, and have rendered several difficult com- positions very effectively. is enough. I do not see why Miss Barney is al- ways telling me to write better English for I have read this over and it sounds good to me. MAY—SENIOR. Donald and Paul entertained our class by a garden party at Miss Hendricks’ last evening and we surely had a jolly time. The trees were all hung with brilliant Japanese lanterns, the roses were just in bloom, and there was just enough breeze to make it cool—an ideal night for a garden party. We danced on the big porch, played games on the lawn, and in short, enjoyed ourselves. The tables had been set in a little arbor around one side of the house, and rose petals were scattered all around so that it looked, as one of the papers said the next day, like a scene out of fairyland. When we left at midnight it was with the assurances to Donald and Paul that they were born entertainers and ought to go on the stage, The first concert of the school term was given in the Lincoln Auditorium on February 23, 1917, be- fore a large and appreciative audience, under the supervision of our director, Miss Santikian, with Miriam Healey as pianist. The program, which consisted of full and part choruses, quartets, and solos, was well received. Perhaps the numbers best liked were “The Bugler” and the Girls’ Chorus “Barcarolle.” We are now practicing on the program for our next concert which is to be given in the latter part of June. Some of the numbers, such as the “Hoft- nung,” one of the girls’ favorite choruses, and “Our Own Native Isle” are particularly beautiful. The interest which the students have taken and are taking in the music this year has been truly commendable, for the school as a whole has begun to realize the value of the training which they are receiving, and no doubt even greater progress will be made next year. — 43— LERMAN LLIB The German Club did not re-organize this year until the latter part of the first semester, as it was thought best by the students already versed in the intricacies of that tongue to wait until the Juniors had been initiated into the mysteries of the “der, die, and das.” When it was found that they were at last able to say “Wie geht’s” without making any mistakes, a meeting was held and the following officers elected for the year: Pres., Louise Meilike ; V. Pres., Lyall Vanderburg; Sec., Miriam Healey. Instead of having a permanent program committee for the entire year, it was decided to have a new one appointed for each meeting, and practically all the club members have served on this committee some time during the term. The first meeting was held just before the Christmas vacation at Miss Hendricks’ home, Miss Santikian being hostess. The party was in the form of a Christmas jollification, and after the business part of the meeting had been disposed of, the members were led into the next room where a ereat Christmas tree stood. Each guest had PANS The Spanish Club of this year has been one of the most successful organizations in the school, for the students have taken an unusually great interest in this study and in their Club work. Although it is only the second year of its existence, the Club now boasts of twenty-five members, and the expectation is that it will be much larger next year, for the students are beginning to realize more and more the value of Spanish as a commercial language. The first meeting of the Club was held early in October at the High School, and plans were made for the year’s work under the supervision of the president, Clara Late, and the treasurer, Olsen Lasater. On December 21, just before the Christmas va- cation, the Club was entertained at the home of Lyla Crow, all the members being present and enjoying a general good time. Games were played, brought some little miniature animal, and these had been made into mysterious looking bundles which, with appropriate jingles attached, were now distributed among the club members, Gene- vieve Wren playing the part of Santa Claus. After the amusements over the ridiculous gifts had sub- sided, the lights were dimmed and everyone gath- ered about the fireplace where stories were told. Later in the evening refreshments were served, and weenies were roasted in the fireplace. After a few last songs and games the merry crowd separated with oft-repeated thanks to Miss Santikian for the enjoyable time she had given them. Another meeting was held in February in the High School Library. An amusing program had been prepared, and several novel German games found which resulted in great fun for the guests. Later in the evening a banquet was served which was enjoyed by all. Then, with the singing of a German rendition of “Good Night Ladies,” the meeting was over, and all went home happy in the thought that even the learning of German had its redeeming features. H CLUE Spanish and American, and later in the evening dancing, mostly American, was begun. Delicious refreshments were then served, and when the guests left at midnight, it was with many ex- pressions of gratitude to their hostess for the enjoyable time she had given them. The next party of the term was given by Estelle Appling at her home in the country. The porch had been decorated with flowers and Japanese lan- terns and was a very festive if not Spanish sight. A short program had been prepared by the com- mittee, and after this had been given, games were played until late in the evening when the reluct- ant Club departed. hoping for another party in the near future. All in all, this year’s work and pleasures have been worth while and it is the parting wish of the Senior members that the Club be re-organized and carried on with renewed vigor next year. AGRICULTURE CLUE On the 12th day of October, 1916, the members of the Agricultural Club were the envy of every other boy in High School, for Logan Briscoe, the winner of the pig contest, and the six boys who stood next highest started for the Agricultural Club convention at the University Farm in Davis. The trip from Madera to Davis occupied one day, and on the next day the boys were entertained at the University Farm by the students, who held a high jinx and in the evening gave a banquet in their honor. On the following morning all the Club members left for the College of Agriculture at Berkeley where they were shown through the grounds and in the afternoon witnessed a football game between U. C. and Whittier. The convention then disbanded, the boys all leaving for their homes with the exception of the winner in each Club, who left on a transcontinental tour the next morning. Logan Briscoe was the fortunate Madera boy, and an account of his trip appeared in both the daily papers. On the 5th of December the Club was re-or- ganized, and the following officers elected: Pres., Logan Briscoe; V. Pres., Ralph Tyrrell; Sec. and Treas., Harvey Allen. It was decided at this meeting to raise milo maize, each contestant to have one acre upon which to grow his crop. An agreement was made that rent should be calculated as one-fourth of the gross returns, that the labor rate for members should be twenty cents per day, and that the rate for each horse should be ten cents per hour. It was also decided that in case more than one acre was planted by any member, the best acre must be selected before the crop is harvested, which will probably be in October, when the winner will be announced. The club has been visited during the year by several University men who have given lectures be- fore the boys on various matters pertaining to Agricultural work. On December 13th Prof. H. B. Crocheron gave a discussion of the contest for this term, and on January 11th Mr. Ralston spoke on the care of sorghum crops and explained the various methods of seed testing. On April 18th the Club was excused by Pro- fessor Mower in order that the members might at- tend the Farm Bureau excursion. The boys car- ried banners and pennants with them, and created quite a little excitement, not to say amusement. During this trip they were shown alkali-reclama- tion experiments, fertilizing experiments, a general purpose barn, and a fine herd of Duroc Jersey cows. The Club arrived home late in the evening, tired but happy, and convinced beyond a doubt that farming “was the life.” Since the declaration of war and the consequent necessity of greater crops and a bigger food sup- ply, the wisdom of the organization of High School Agricultural Clubs has been proven beyond a ques- tion. The members of the Madera Club, eleven in number, have now had two years experience in agricultural work, and are well trained and de- termined to do their part in assisting the U. S. in its hour of need. fistrionic talent in the High School was given a big boost this year under the finished coaching and management of Miss Barney and Mrs. Burch. Much latent ability was brought to the surface when “The Burglar,” a one-act comedy, and “The Twig of Thorn,” two acts full of fancy and fairies, were given on the evening of May 11, in the Lin- coln Grammar School Auditorium. SYNOPSIS OF “THE BURGLAR.” The plot is very simple. It deals with five young women who are left alone in their country cottage. Having heard of a burglary in the neighborhood, they become wrought up, and while in the act of hiding all their jewelry and wishing in vain for the “men-folks,” they hear many noises both real and imaginary. Finally Freda, the only brave one among them, gains courage enough to enter the room whence the noise comes, and reappears with the “burglar” in her arms, which proves to be the family house-cat. The play is rich in humor and causes laughter from beginning to end. “THE TWIG OF THORN” The play centers around the superstitious be- lief that one who picked and kept the first blos- soms of the thorn brought upon himself a curse and put himself in the power of the fairies. The power of these fairies, called Hosts of the Sidhe is greatest over those who long much for happi- ness, Oonah, an orphan, has come from Dublin to live with her grandmother, Nessa Teig. Knowing nothing of the fairies and their powers, she plucks the first blossoms of the thorn tree, and despite warnings, secretly conceals a twig of thorn. Curses and ill-luck follow. The grandmother dies. and a great famine comes over the land. Aengus, the lover, wanders far in search of work that he and Oonah may be married, but comes back with empty pockets. Finally in a frenzy of despair at the loneliness of her life, and led by great long- ing for happiness, Oonah calls upon the fairies to come and take her away. Ever since she hid the twig of thorn, the fairies have been close about her. At her bidding they appear. Oonah would now take back her words, but it is too late. They weaye the magic spell about her and are about to take her away when Aileel, the poet and harper, warned of the danger, comes. Aileel has loved Oonah from the beginning. To save her for the lover of her choice, Aegnus, he snatches the twig of thorn from its hiding place and takes the curse upon himself. He offers himself to the fairies in- stead of Oonah, but begs for one more hour of life. The curse is lifted from the land, Oonah and Aengus are married, and Aileel partakes of the wedding feast. But the happy hour is passed. The Hosts of the Sidhe have come again. Aileel, true to his promise, answers their summons and is rapt away to the Land of the Young. Cast of characters for “The Burglar.’’— Mrs. John Burton (Peggy), the hostess Estelle Appling Mrs. Valerie Armsby (Val.), a young widow Louise Meilike Mrs. Charles Dover (Mabel), a bride Lucile Gambrill eis Ethel Williams NWLASSSS TROL TBRRRNONE occ en cess wees Eunice Cook Cast of characters for “The Twig of Thorn.”— Nessa Teig Ethyle Amerine Maurya (her neighbor) ......... Miriam Healey Oonah (her granddaughter) .... Betty Rhodes Aengus Arann .............. ... Donald Leidig David Bareroft — Maurine Griffin . Josephine Oliva . Vivian McCabe Merritt Shedd Martin William Berrier Tumaus Harold Child aMule (HOWE IMEEM oa con ceocee censor cena Alan Quigley Fairy Child Lois Newman Hosts of Sidhe Chorus: Maurine Griffin Lois Newman Necessity the Mother of Invention. Unbelievers Lift Coat Marie Dromey Alliene Willis Vivian McCabe Ethel Amerine Miriam Healey Myrtle Whitney Lois Mitchell dunice Cook Enid Freeman Sabina Ripperdan Florence Hunter On the evening of June 18, the Senior class will give “Dodging an Heiress” as the main feature of the class night exercises. The cast of the play is as follows: Mr. Harvey Phillington (Father of Ed.).. Olsen Lasater Donald Leidig Marvin Brickey Mr. Edward Phillington Mr. Dickey Lovejoy Mics cl Ape iia i Flin ce Ue 5 Mary Mickel Officer .... Paul Huchting Mrs. Harvey Phillington (Mother of Ed) Louise Meilike Parker Sinclair (mother of Marguerite Donovan (Miss Houston in Act 2) Allene Willis Mrs. Paulson (widow) ... Barbara Theis Miss Kitty Armstrong (Social Sec. for Mrs. Sinclair) Mrs. William Victoria) Miss Victoria Sinclair Lyla Crow Mabel Trinidade Betty Brinks (Mill hand at stocking factory) Deltha Stevens Waitress Maurine Griffin Sheadiar Shed xchanges DONALD LEIDIG “Come! order!” cried the El Solano from Santa Paula. “The Editor told me that I might be the president of this convention of High School Pa- pers because I am by far the best annual that he has seen this term. He also said I might pass judgment on the rest of you.” “Before I start I think (ll tell you something that I heard the Editor say the other day. You all know that he has kept us stored in his bureau drawer. Well, the other evening as he tossed in the Umqua from Roseburg, Oregon, he said, ‘Some schools are the limit. Now here, I’ve sent out over forty-seven papers this year, and this is the only school which has had ‘pep’ enough to exchange with us.’ He also said other things which, as I wish to maintain my good reputation, I can’t re- peat. “Now for my real work! First I'll choose the Mission of San Francisco as my co-judge, not only because of his good looks, but also because he is good through and through.” “Thank you, Madam Chairman, but I’d like to ask you a question. How did you manage to he such a wonder without any advertisements? I sure- ly congratulate you on the school spirit which must exist in the school which you represent.” “As T’ve said before, Mission, ve chosen you because of your neat appearance, but I do wish you had more humor in your make-up,” said ti.e El Solano. “Don’t look so down cast, Potpourri of Placer Union High, because I didn’t choose you as my co- judge. Ill tell you why. It is because of your appearance. Your cover extends too far over the edges of your pages and was dirty and torn when you arrived. Also in certain parts the printing is so blurred that I can’t tell whether your char- acter is good or not; but cheer up. You are surely a good loser, and I know you must realize that what I say is to help you next time.” “Madam Chairman, I would like to express my opinion,” said the Cardinal of Corning, “I agree with you. The Potpourri is good and so is the Mission, but—” “Never mind, Cardinal, I see you are at your old trick again of criticising others severely when you could improve in many ways. For instance, wit is all right in its place, but why scatter schoo! jokes all through your ads; exchange jokes are the only ones suitable for advertisements and then in limited quantities. Oh! where are your stories? In fact, you seem short in most all your depart- ments but you do present a neat appearance.” “Say, pleaded the Umqua of Oregon, “please don’t land on me that way or my nice pink cover will fade and my Indian head which is green with envy of the neat cover of the Litoria of Fowler will turn purple with rage.” “Oh! No! you do not deserve such criticism. You are an excellent representative and well worth reading. I congratulate Mr. Bates, the artist, but of course he was unable to draw for all depart- ments. Perhaps that is why you have so few,” answered the El Solano. “T’m next in line,” cried the Tomahawk of Ferndale, “because the Umqua and I just natural- ly go together.” “All right, Tomahawk, you are in the same class as the Umqua although a shade better. Con- gratulations on your excellent exchange list, and you will please take the Topa Topa of Nordoif aside and explain that no paper is complete with- SAR out exchanges. Your track cut is most original, but don’t let the editor of the Purple and White see your josh cu t; for he is Irish.” “Oh! yes, you may also tell the Topa Topa thet it has an excellent exterior, but ask why it con- ceals a cheap grade of paper beneath such a fine cover.” “By the way,” said the Mission, “I thought I was to be your co-judge, and woman-like you haven’t given me a chance to get in a word edge- wise.” “All right,” laughed the El Solano. so interesting that I forgot about you.” “I’m sure I heard some one laugh then,” said the Mission. “I might have known it was the Re- view of Sacramento, one of the best representatives I’ve ever seen for just a partial term paper. It’s humorous side is the best developed that I’ve seen. “This 1s I wish I had some of it. The cartoons are dandy 32 too “Catch me quick! I’m dizzy!” cried the Mis- sion, “I’ve just been investigating the Litoria of Fowler and say! I started to read the Literary Department and I bumped my nose against the Junior Notes. Then I made another start and fell flat over more notes. So I gave it up and hur- Products of Sunny Calif. ried back to the cover cut which was so tempting that I was led into the inside and talk about a mystic maze! There were only about three guide posts in the whole book in the form of cuts. Never again will I be deceived by outward appearances !” “Now, Mission, since you are so dizzy, perhaps you'd better let me alone in my work,’ replied the El Solano. “T’]l tell you one thing, The Lick-Wilmerding- Lux Life of San Francisco is one of the best rep- resentatives here in quality of material, in ar- rangement, in cuts, and in fact everything.” “Hoo Twoo! Where do I come in?” asked the Owl of Fresno. “Oh! It is an undisputed fact that you are an excellent paper in design of cuts and other ma- terial.” “Thanks,” said the Owl, “and here are two of my friends from long distances, the Ypsi Sem from Michigan and the Courier of Idaho.” “Well! you are indeed two very creditable rep- resentatives and—sh! I believe that a machine has stopped out in front. Quick! It is the Editor coming home! This meeting is adjourned until 1918 when it is to be hoped that all of us and many more representatives will meet again in Madera.” Flicel bic Wt CLARA LATE The number of debates held this year was some- what less than last year, due not so much to lack of interest as to a belated start. It was not until the latter part of December that the Debating Club officers were chosen who were: Louise Meilike, President; Clara Late, Vice President; and Donald Leidig, Secretary. A Literary Committee consist- ing of Donald Leidig, Miriam Healey, and Marie Dromey was appointed to choose interesting and up-to-date questions for the debates. Once launched, the debates proved to be intelligent and comprehensive discussions. Debating this year was confined chiefly to inter- class competition. The finally adorned with the victor’s laurels. The Sophomores by a forfeiture to the Seniors reduced the number of debates to four. All deserve praise, but the last contest between the Seniors and Juniors was said by Principal F. 0. Mower to be the debating tri- umph of the school thus far. Donald Leidig and Louise Meilike’s affirmation of the question “Re- solved, That the United States should annex Cuba,” was stronger only by a margin than the negative discussion, waged with assurance by Ethel Amerine and Harvey Allen, representing the Juniors. Seniors were None the less exciting was the Junior-Sophomore debate upon the question “Resolved, That the com- mission plan of government should be adopted by every city of the United States.” Alan Quigley and Clara Late upheld the affirmative, with Grace Peters and Everett Coffee championing the nega- tive’s cause. The decision was awarded to the affirmative, the Juniors. Other questions were debated by teams selected from the Club. “Resolved, That all state and county revenues should be raised by the Single Tax,” was a hotly contested discussion with Clinton Kast and Harvey Allen upon the affirma- tive and Alan Quigley and Clara Late upon the negative. The affirmative side was awarded the victory. With Everett Coffee and Marie Dromey sup- porting the affirmative and Merritt Shedd and Donald Leidig the negative, the question, “Re- solved, That every male citizen between the ages of 16 and 40 should be compelled to serve at least two years in the United States Militia,” was thor- oughly discussed. This time the negative won. To Miss Barney, much credit is due for the ex- cellence attained in this activity. Domestic Science. MARIE, DROMEY The improvements in the equipment this year have added much to the efficiency of this depart- ment. The sewing course is open to the Freshmen and Juniors while the Sophomores take the cook- ing course. Under Miss Anderson’s capable direc- tion, the girls are making very good headway in mastering the rudiments of the two arts. An innovation in the cooking course is the luncheons which the girls have served this year. They have served three of these luncheons, com- plimenting the business men of town and the trustees, during the term and have surprised their euests by the appetizing, satisfying meals they have been able to serve at a very low cost. The sewing classes have given two exhibits this year besides the Christmas showing, and another is to be given in June. The exhibits are public. Many compliments have been given the classes and {heir instructor by the interested women of the town who appreciate the work being done in the school. High School Orchestra Gi fee The first and second year boys are required to take the shop work in the annex while the boys from the third and fourth year classes who wish to do so take the machine and forge work. The equipment of the department is now quite com- plete and the boys are given every opportunity to make good. Many very good-looking pieces of furniture have been made, and many more are in the course of construction. Such articles as piano benches, library tables, dining tables, dining chairs. tabourets, cabinets, music racks, and morris chairs have been very creditably made. Mr. Wasley is ar- ranging for an exhibit of the work to be held the first of June when the public will be given the chance to view the work of the boys of Madera High School. Next year more machinery will be installed in this department, and thus the boys will be given an added stimulus to their ambition along that line. LOIS NEWMAN Of our Alumnae, those who have taken up the burden of matrimony are the following: Irene Slaten, ’97 (Mrs. D. B. Wilson), resides in Crestmont, North Carolina. Lois Wilson, °9% (Mrs. BE. H. home in Tuolumne. Margaret O’Meara, ’9% (Mrs. Munkton), lives in Alaska. Alice Stockton, ?98 (Mrs. O. G. in Coarse Gold, Madera Co. Cora Kessler, ’98 (Mrs. Blackie), Inglewood. Nellie Dwyer, °99 (Mrs. W. Matthews). lives near Madera. Lorena Kendall, 1900 (Mrs. J. Boling), resides in Corcoran, Kings Co. Mary Trineano, 1900 (Mrs. M. Harris). lives in Seattle, Washington. Gertrude Edwards, ’01 (Mrs. J. Hollister), lives in Madera. Ta Woodson, 701 (Mrs. W. R. Curtin) resides in Madera. Ida Bailey, °02 (Mrs. Arthur Visalia, Cal. Etta Miller, ?02 (Mrs. A. dera. Alice Cunningham, °03 (Mrs. E. Pitman), lives near Madera. Ethel Westfall, °03 (Mrs. Ed. James), has her home in Taft. Mabel Metz, 03 (Mrs. A. K. in Los Angeles. Ruby Metz, 03 (Mrs. H. Richmond. Bertha Wootten, 04 (Mrs. George Ladd). lives in Madera. Lettie Currans, 04 (Mrs. C. KX. Leason) resides in Madera. Maude Bowman, residence in Fresno. Reid), has her Keker), lives resides in 3oard), lives in Ladd), lives in Ma- Beeker), resides Plate), vesides in 04 (Mrs. Brvan), has her Maude Williams, 04 (Mrs. L. Hickey) resides in Turlock. Virginia Larew, 04 (Mrs. Rue), lives in Oak- land. Elsie Edwards, ’?05 (Mrs. M. T. Garland), re- sides in Madera. Florence Reid, ’05 Berkeley her home. Lou Montanya, ‘05 (Mrs. sides in Madera. Agnes E. Cook, °06 (Mrs. J. Walling), resides in Madera. Dorothy Belcher, 06 (Mrs. Bartmann), lives in Newman. Ella M. Ransom, 06 (Mrs. C. Cunningham), resides in Madera. Frances Alley, ’06 (Mrs. Wm. Boring), lives in Madera. Irene Bryan, ?06 (Mrs. Wm. O’Keefe) makes Stockton her home. Lillian Wood, 706 (Mrs. Wm. Meek), resides in Patterson. Olive Wood, 06 (Mrs. Slaus Vian), Fresno. Cora Cook, ’07 in Berenda. Eva Dodd, 07 (Mrs. Sunbroug), resides in Ker- man. Merle Goucher, 07 (Mrs. C. Daulton), resides at. Daulton Ranch. Addie Cook, ?0S (Mrs. Frank Barnett), resides in Madera. Evelyn Hall, 708 (Mrs. Easton. Gladys Wood, °08 (Mrs. IL. Cooper), resides in Rerenda. Lillian McKenzie, 08 (Mrs. Gerson Price), re- sides in Madera. Lola McLellan. ‘08 (Mrs. Patterson , resides in. Madera. (Mrs. Holman), makes Wm. Holding), re- resides in (Mrs. Wm. Desmond), lives Bixby), resides in Margaret Freeland, “O08 (Mrs. C. Dunean). lives in Los Angeles. Gladys Hunter, ‘0 (Mrs. S. Wilson) Madera her liome. Lucile Heiskell, °09 (Mrs. Frank Desmond), re- sides near Berenda. Gladys Renfro, 710 (Mrs. A. Madera. Lucile Fortune, “10 (Mrs. N. Madera. Lenna Skaggs, “10 (Mrs. E. S. Cardwell), re- sides in Chowchilla. Sadie O’Meara, “10 (Mrs. T. McElligott), re- sides in San Francisco. Bernice Woodson, 711 (Mrs. Jos. Priestly) fe- sides in Lockford, Calif. Erna Wehrmann, 11 (Mrs. Lee Skaggs), lives near Madera. Ona Honeycutt, 11 (Mrs. C. Chamberlain), re- sides in Madera. Mae Burgess, °12 (Mrs. W. Rhodes), resides in Coalinga. Helen Froom, 13 (Mrs. T. M. Harkens), lives in Fresno. Nellie Secara, “13 (Mrs. F. M. Williams) re- sides in San Francisco. Grace Crow, 714 (Mrs. Fisher), resides in San Jose. Lena Northern, 16 (Mrs. Preston Adams), re- sides in Madera. Alpha Keyes, Hickman, Tenn. The occupation of the following teaching : Mayme Saunders, ’99, Lincoln Grammar School, Madera. Wm. Clark, 99, Union University, Richmond, Va. Belle Hosler, 706, Lincoln Grammar School, Ma- dera. Naomi Heiskell, 706, Lincoln Grammar School, Madera. Lydia Hosler, ’07, Lincoln Grammar School. Madera. Gladys Footman, 08, Lincoln Grammar School, Madera. Isabel McFadden, 708, Lincoln Grammar School, Madera. Edith Hall, 709, Webster Grammar School, Ma- dera. makes Beek), resides in Wenk). lives in 16 (Mrs. Ashley), resides in Alumni is Jeanette Bailey, 09, Grammar School, Fresno. Faustina Wren, 11, Lincoln Grammar School, Madera. Florence Latham, 711, desto. Leila Schmidt, “11, Co. Grammar School, Mo- Dixieland School, Madera Milnor Blowers, 11, Honolulu, Hawaii. Hilda Footman, 12, Howard School, Madera. Hazel Crow, °12, Lincoln Grammar School. Ma- dera. Hazel Osborne, °12, Alpha School, Madera Co. May Wood, 712, Berenda School, Madera Co. Agnes Briscoe, 713, Dixieland School, Madera Co. Retta Honeycutt, 13, Lincoln Grammar School. Madera. Margaretha Wehrmann, 713, Madera Co. Virginia Craig, ‘13, Patterson School, Patter- son. Helen Wilkinson, 14, Elkhorn School, Mari- posa Co. Marie Brown, 714, Green Dist. School, Madera Co. Stella Turk, 714, Porterville School, Porterville, Cal. Ruby Russell, 714, Daulton School. Madera Co. The following attend U. C.: Trueman Wood, 713. Bessie Vanderburg, 714. Elizabeth Washington, °14. Helen Whiting, °14. Effie Raburn, 715. Matthew Conley, 715. Charles Moore, 715. Ethel McCumber, 716. Viola Macon, 716. Hazel Appling, 716. Everett Honeycutt, 714. Stanford Ray Merino, 716. Harvard Philip Conley, 712. Coopers Medical College Chester Vanderburg, 710. Hawkins School, Mills Anne Noble, 713. Pauline Stahl, 715. Florence Floto, 715. Frieda Kegel, °15. Mary Petty, 716. University of Southern California Leslie Stevens, 7°16. San Jose Normal Joedwin Willis, 16. Redlands Helen Whitehead, 09 (Music). Bessie Smith, 713. Jeanette Blowers, 13. Ruth Blowers, 16. Occidental College Henry McFadden, °13. Fresno Normal Grace Latham, 714. Lucile Ring, ’15. Carol Wilkinson, 716. Ruth Williams, 716. Los Angeles Normal Marguerite Murray, 715. The Alumni engaged in business: George Mordecai, ’97, lawyer, San Francisco. George Nicholson, ’97, lumber business, Los An- geles. James O’Meara, 97, contractor, Stockton. Merle Rush, ’97, civil service, Nebraska. Leo Woodson, ’98, store, Sugar Pine. Craig Cunningham, 799, County Superintendent of Schools, Madera. Leroy Kendall, 99, manager light and power company, Yreka, Cal. Dow Ransom, 1900, physician, Madera. Arthur Belcher, ’01, drayman, Madera. Ben Preciado, ’01, manager of Preciado’s store, Madera. Frank Cook, 01, Oakland. W. R. Curtin, 701, County Clerk, Madera Co. Herbert Shadle, °02, druggist, Turlock. Kenneth Hughes, 702, stockraising, Williams, Arizona. Abram Preciado, 705, Spokane, Wash. Cornelius Appling, ’06, principal of Madison School, Fresno. Georgia Dodson, ’06, nurse, San Francisco. Larue Woodson, 06, manager Pacific Wash- board and Wooden Ware Co., San Francisco. Horace Bailey, 06, fireman for oil company, Bakersfield. newspaper business, Carl Newman, ’07, assistant cashier at Commer- cial National Bank, Madera. Leroy Hall, 07, carpenter, Madera. Mayme Glock, 07, assistant librarian, Madera. Elmo Clark, ’08, stenographer at Fee’s law office. Madera. Howard Clark, ’08, linotypist at “Tribune” of- fice, Madera. Isabel Metz, °08, book-keeper Madary’s mill. Fresno. Shirley Wilson, ’08, local salesman, Thurman Mfg. Co., Madera. Wm. Reid, ’08, dentist, Madera. Frank Desmond, ’09, farmer, Berenda. Hallie Gleason, 709, lawyer, Los Angeles. Harry Ross, ’09. Henry C. Daulton, 09, farmer, Daulton Ranch. Madera. Roy Scott, 09, A. F. Belcher Dray Co., Madera. Russworth B ennett, °09, clerk in Brammer’s Clothing Store, Madera. Sanford C. Enos, 09, Bank of Central Califor- nia, Fresno. Frank Reid, 710, automobile agent, Madera. Bertie Raburn, ’t0, Madera Abstract Co., Ma- dera. Jack Dodson, 10, piano company, San Fran- cisco. Charles High, °11, Commercial National Bank. Madera. John Gordon, 711, Madera Abstract office. Ma- dera. Lewis Wright, “11, Bank of Italy, Fresno. David Glock, 12, S. P. Railroad, Tracy. Earl Cardwell, ’12, assistant cashier, Bank of Chowchilla, Chowchilla. John Owens, 12, farmer, Madera. Isabel Bennett, 712, nurse in Dr. Ransom’s office, Madera. Florence Belcher, ’13, book-keeper Enterprise Grocery, San Jose. Leslie Conley, 713, stage business, Johannes- burg. Paul Husted, 713, dentist, Fresno. Linton Montanya, 713. Will Ring, 13, Wells Fargo Co., Los Angeles. Ethel Hardell, 13, assistant secretary, Chamber of Commerce, Madera. =F 5 Will Isackson, 713, accountant, Tighe-Breyfogle Co., Madera. Edith Howe, °14, book-keeper, Rochdale Co., Madera. Hague Maloyan, °15, Engineering Corps, U. 5. Army, Manila. Stanley Ford, °16, District Attorney’s office, Madera. Gladys Stevens, °16, Madera County Public Library, Madera. Gertrude Brown, °16, “Mereury” office, Madera. Artye Gordon, °16, office of San Joaquin Light and Power Co., Madera. The home-ties have bound these members of the Alumni to Madera: Louise Mordecai, °99, near Madera. Sophie Walters, 99, Borden, Madera Co. Frances McFadden, ’°06, Madera. Birdie Appling, ’08, Madera. Margaret O’Meara, ’08, Madera. Columbus Appling, “11, Madera. Dora Wren, 712, Madera. Winna High, 712, Madera. Estelle Moore, 713, Madera. Rosa Scheffing, °15, near Madera. The Alumni who have moved elsewhere : Mae Cook, 04, Haywards. Rhodes Borden, ’05, Seabright. Corrine Loinaz, 06, Nevada. Lucia Whiting, °13, Berkeley. Winifred Goffe, °16, Redondo. Isabel Bareroft, °16, Berkeley. OLSEN LASATER Mr. Mower: What is a synonym? Kast: A word you substitute for another word you can’t spell. Miss Pickett (Chem. III): You must have system to your work. It saves time and energy, always. Now, why it is that the Fords can be gotten out so cheaply ? Shirley (from rear): They’re made out of tin. Vivian (In History): Van Buren wasn’t very well liked because—he wasn’t married. Lyla (In Physies): TI solved it correctly but I made a mistake. Miss Santikian (History III): Edward VIII was killed and finally murdered. Miss Pickett (In Physics): What is mechan- ical advantage ? Lucille: I know what it is, but I can’t say it in Physics language. In My Harem Heard in Latin IV. Mr. Mower: This book takes up all the pitfalls of Latin. Marie: No wonder I feel all bumped up. Irene: When I die I want to be buried in the fireplace. Lyall 3 Irene: great (grate). Why? So my ashes will be mingled with the Paul: Yes, I’m awfully fond of animals. Why, when I was a boy we had a mule that was just like one of the family. Lyla: Yes, and I can guess which one, too. And what is so rare as a day in June? A holiday on final examination day, of course. Edmund (angrily to tailor): Here is that suit [ bought of you last week. You said you would return my money if it wasn’t satisfactory. Tailor: That’s what I said, but I am happy to say that the money is entirely satisfactory. i. The shades of night were falling fast, As through Berenda streets there passed A youth whose lamps were very dim. The constable took after him. ine He hailed the youth in strident tones; His Honor fined him thirty bones; A lawyer edged into the case And got a ten-spot on his face. JOU. “Cost, seven dollars,’ ran the tale. He had to pay or go to jail. The coin for which they shook him down Made many happy in that town. —Q. E. D. Meilike (seeking position): Is there an open- ing for me? Boss: Yes, be sure and close it when you go out. Lee died about (Hist. Dv): What important positions did he hold after Miss Santikian 1870. that ? Jolly Juniors J ouise shows her brilhancy by putting this no- tice on the board: “The German Club party hes been postponed until Feb. 30th.” i tas | A new experiment in Chemistry: Given a room full of boys; introduce three pretty girls and prove that the boys all turn to rubber. Briscoe: Don’t laugh at me; | can trace my ancestry back to an Irish king. O. W. L.: Sure, that’s easy. man defend himself? How can a dead Sign, seen in the study hall: “Only low talk is permitted here.” CLASSIFIED ADS. Wanted : For Sale: Brickey. Wanted: Long pants. For Sale: Second hand gum. on hand in my desk in the study hall. Taylor. Tost: My Tooth. Sabina Ripperdan. Found: A good reputation. Louise Meilike. For Sale: My interests in a Buick with a Shedd to boot. Mary Mickel. Wanted: By a lonely but well fixed farmer, a wife. Harvey Allen. Wanted: Dignity in a case of Senior Class. Wanted: Some jokes which are not superan- nuated. Josh Editor. For Sale: Large amount of “pep.” class. Raymond Shupe. Marvin Some height. My grand roadster (?). Alan Quigley. A large supply June great need. Senior Miss Barney (speaking of the drama Henry VIII): Yes, I saw Henry VIII in the city last year. Try these for a headache: 1. If Mary were lost, would Merritt Shedd tears ? 2. When Maude and Allyn marry, will Eunice Cook ? 3. If Hugh McCleery were lost, would Lottie Hunt? 4. When June and Everett marry, will June he his Taylor? 5. If Lora is a Knight, is Cornelius a Noble? 6. If Vesta is a Fisher, is Florence a Hunter’ If Ila is a Cook, is Evelyn a Porter? Chickens— Ist Year Prof. Mower (to some third year girls who were turning around in their seats) : Do you know what became of Lot’s wife when she looked behind her? Ominous silence for a minute, and then Miss Lynch, a faithful Sunday school scholar, raised her hand and replied, “She became a pillar of salt.” Prof.: If all the girls in school who turn around in their seats should become pillars of salt, I could go into the salt business on a very large scale. A general facing to the front. Paul (Hist. 1V.): The negro slaves didn’t go to the same church as their masters; they went to a church called “nigger heaven.” ODE TO THE BIRDS The bird sits moping on the bough And takes it rather ill, That he, forsooth, is killed to dress The girl that’s dressed to kill. Miss Pickett (Physics IV) : you a rare test next Thursday. Brickey: Do you want it done rare? Miss Pickett: No, I want it well done. I’m going to give Lost: One German book by a Junior with a torn back and an appendix covered with ink. a5 They give us work they never had, And if it’s not done—a note to dad. “Dear Sir: Please punish Jim, For I gave him six books and a ten-page theme, And a twenty-page lesson to study, too. He thinks it much. I don’t, do you? “Wnglish is all he has to get He has no other studies and yet He says it’s too much for a single day. I hope you'll teach him a different way.” Then the dear teacher goes home to work And reads and corrects until very late, (Sometimes, I’ve heard, until half past eight). Then she retires for a well-earned rest ; And leaves a sixty on our very best. (By a Senior) —J. P. H.—'17. Venus— Almost ON AN ENGLISH THEME On Sunday night when I’m fast asleep, I suddenly wake from slumber deep ; I just have had a horrible dream Of my unfinished English theme. I roll and toss and strive to think, But my marble top is on the blink; It is no use to stay in bed For sleep from me has long since fled. wie Ki €9 “Here’s hoping that the Josh Editor isn’t old as his jokes.” But when I sit and try to write, I might as well give up the fight; For doping out stuff you’ve never read Is like trying to revive the dead. But you can’t blame the teachers now; Prod ¢ Galton They do the best that they know how; eae eon unay caverns Raymond Shou pe brb| of the Fresh ng clASS of ‘914, Aw't Some Love AFFAIRS _At thems § THINGS THAT HAVE NO BEGINNING 1. Harvey Allen’s love affairs. 2. Mr. Alexander’s talking with the lady mem- hers of the faculty. 3. Athletics this term. THINGS THAT HAVE NO ENDING Merritt Shedd’s hair. Miss Barney’s memory work assignments. The terrible reputation of the Senior class. 1. Dave Barcroft’s civics lectures. THINGS THAT HAVE NO BEGINNING OR ENDING Paul Huchting’s jumping around. Alliene Willis’ little scale-running giggle. 3. Marguerite Donovan’s ' nicknames from Peggy to Sammy and back. 4. Vivian McCabe’s sarcasm. Olsen Lasater. ile 2. Louise (Hist. IV.): Lee had a grand uniform on, while Grant was clad in only a fatigue coat and a few decorations. Miss Santikian (Hist. II): Cecil, please tell me the most important date in history. Cee: Anthony’s date with Cleopatra. Don: jitney ? Marvin: hitting me. What do you call a man who drives a It depends on how close he comes to Miss Pickett (Chem. IIT): Allyn Froom, tell us what you know about mass action. Allyn: I don’t know anything. Miss Pickett: Oh, I see, dead this morning. youre chemically Mr. Alexander: Such figures! thought that 5 was a 3. Brickey: It is a 3, sir. Mr. Alexander: I’ll declare, I thought it was a I would have Mrs. Burch (assigning work in Eng. TV): Mabel, you may take one of the Miracle plays and Miriam may take the “Silent Woman.” Olsen (in low tones): Jt must be a miracle i? it’s a silent woman. Miss Pickett (after asking nearly all the Chem- istry class the same question): Blanche, have you a bright idea? Or you, Deltha? Everyone laughs and Miss Pickett looks up in- nocently and says: “Why even all of us have bright ideas once in a while.” Mr. Mower (ina stern voice) : How does it hap- pen that I saw you running down the stairs? Scared Freshman (trembling): Why—I guess —you were—looking. Clinton displays his knowledge of geography. The train neared Vallejo. Clint looked out at the station sign and said, “We’re pretty near there, here’s Valley Joe.” Vanity, thy name is woman. Conductor: Your fare, miss. Mary M: Really, do you think so? Miss Pickett: Do you know anything that peroxide won’t bleach? Deltha (mournfully): Freckles. Lyla C: Why is a pancake like the sun? Bright Freshie: Because it rises in the yeast and sinks behind the vest. Miss Pickett: What is a dead line? Shirley: It must be a funeral procession. If a big fort is a fortification, Ts a big rat a ratification? Softly thru the hall we tread, In silent grief we bow our head, In vain are all the tears we shed. Girls’ Basket Ball is dead. In bands of black we bind our arms. Who thought the sport would come to harm? But now in grief we bow our head Girls’ Basket Ball is dead. —JIn Memoriam of Girls’ Basket Ball. PHYSICS Laboratory Mary had a little engine That had a little bell. Mary died and went to heaven And the engine went—toot, toot. Kast was on the ridge pole of a barn when sud- denly he started sliding into oblivion. “Lord help me. Oh! save me,” was his ferver:t prayer until he caught on a nail and then— “Never mind, I’ve caught on a nail.” Tradgedy---Shot What would happen if: The History IV class should all know their lessons and enter the room quietly? Alliene should lose her giggle? Maurine should stay peeved at Bill Brown? The Senior class should get dignified ? Deltha arrived at school on time? Olsen and Mabel should fox trot down the hall? Merritt should lose Mary? Lyla quit wearing the sacred color of Ireland? Paul should forget to jump when tickled? Jenny Wren should get thin and at the same time Mae Owens should get fat? Answer: Why, Atlas would stub his toe and the whole world fall. DON'T---Stop Karly one morning a Fisher and a Hunter started out for the day. They saw a Crow sitting on a Shedd and the Hunter tried to kill it for the Cook, but he was too Late and besides there was no one to Pickett. In shooting, he broke his bow and needed a Stringer to re-string it. They went on a little farther and became lost in a mass of Reids and were pricked by a Thorne. In the Reids they found a Child who had been Shirk-ed by his Porter. “Well,” said the Hunter, “this must be Roberts-son. It was not very Noble for him to Kast his Child aside. If I tell the people, they would Lynch him. Then they saw a Rea of light through the Reids and they found the Rhodes again. They met a Miller before they went very far who was sitting in a Krafft of Burch, fishing. Just then the Hunter saw a Wren on a post and shot it. A drop of Blood dropped on the Krafft and turned it Brown. The Fisher sat down on the bank to fish in a stream as smooth as Glas. . =¥ Zz aa + ee Alliene: If you live entirely upon one kind of food, yowll get polygamy—or some other disease like that. Miriam (Physics IV): One of the peculiar properties of air is the fact that it can be ex- pressed. Why not Parcel Post? a Mr. Mower: “Logue” means a “study of” or a “discourse upon.” Miriam: Huh, then catalogue means a discourse on cats. = R= Slang Phrase i. e. A Tight Squeeze Edmund: science. Clara: Oh, but look at the chemical blondes, Ed. Women have no appreciation for PERSONNEL OF THE FACULTY 1. Mr. Mower: That young lady with the back of her head where her face ought to be— turn around. 2. Miss Pickett: Oh! such Seniors! 3. Miss Santikian: Ill begin. When you cease talking, 1. 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Wola, SWORE OF Wels, PEOPLE” Phone Red 261 PS PEGIel ele we 10} JOHN B. WILLIAMS City Draymen NOTARY PUBLIC Heavy Work a Specialty CE DEALERS IN PINE BLOCKS COOK WITH GAS MADERA GAS COMPANY N4OSm WIRE Vi © IE C. H LEGGETT, Manager Er . Bill: Say, I had an awful fright last night. EUROPEAN PLAN Jones: Yes, I saw you with her. nn oo Sample Rooms Phone 24 Madera : : California Confectionery, Cigars and T obaccos Stationery and Ice Cream GEORGE RABURN Webinchs: 62 Nghe Cn Cn hn Mie CATE SSN Sole Agency for Walk Over Shoes George Hope Specialist on MEN’S SHOES and FURNISHINGS UP-TO-DATE SHOE REPAIRING 132 Yosemite Ave. The P rogressive Store WHERE THERE'S A GOOD LIVE GROCERY STORE YOU ALWAYS FIND A GOOD NEIGHBORHOOD In this particular neighborhood we feel that our store is the most progressive because we try to be Modern Merchants with the best kind of stock that a grocery store can have; clean, san- itary conditions in back of our counters as well as in front of them; and the thought always running through our heads that the wishes of our customers come before everything else. CHOWCHILLA MERCANTILE CoO, GOOD SERVICE IS A HABIT AT PRICE’S Announcing the famous agency of “Kuppenheimer Clothes’ KARL and WILSON SHIRTS AND COLORS 3 STETSON HATS Suits Tailored to Your Measure GC Esk 310 N Opposite Commercial National Bank Panel te Yosemite Avenue Madera, Cal. MADERA MEAT MARKET O. V. HICKS, Proprietor UP-TO-DATE QUICK SERVICE Cor. Yosemite D St. GENERAL HARDWARE - - - - - HARVESTER EXTRAS —PAINTS AND OLLS— Gibbs Hardware Co. 230-232 E. Yosemite Ave., Madera, Cal. MOLINE IMPLEMENTS AUTOMOBILE ACCESSORIES L SIMON, The Tailor Why wear “Hand-Me-Downs” when you can come to me and get suits tailored in the correct style, and designed to FIT YOU ata price no higher than you must pay for ready made clothes? I am tailoring suits for many Madera men and to prove that my designing and workmanship is of superior quality is the fact that every man that I have made a suit for in the 2 1-2 years I have been in Madera, has come back to me for another suit—many come to me each season. A Full Line of the latest woolens now ready for your inspection. [ make alterations on mis-fit ready- | to-wear clothes at very reasonable charges. SIMON, The Tailor 108 South D Street Office 58—-PHONES—Residence 72 OFFICE HOURS PHONES 9 to 12M. Office 58 It ifs) G12) Wile Residence 201 DOW H RANSOM, M. D. a ee Physician and Surgeon First National EE SAREE. DED Ss. First National Bank Building Bank Building Madera, California MADBRA, CAL. Estimates Furnished All Kinds of Cement Work il een Oy xO Ca NEE IN Ts Biy@-Ck cS CEMENT PRESSED BRICKS MADERA - - - - CALIFORNIA UNITED STATES FARM LAND CO. Owners Chowchilla Ranch And TOWNSITE SMALL FARMS OF FINEST SILT SOIL WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF PURE, SOFT PUMP WATER AT A REASONABLE DEPTH AND AN HASY LIFT, EASY TERMS TO ANYONE READY TO GO ON THE LAND AND COM- MENCE DEVELOPMENT. LOTS IN THE FASTEST GROWING TOWN IN THE SAN JOAQUIN VALLEY CAN BE PUR- CHASED CHEAPLY NOW BUT ARE BOUND TO ADVANCE SHORTLY. SPLENDID GRAM- MAR AND HIGH SCHOOL FACILITIES, NEW $50,000.00 HIGH SCHOOL NEARLY COM- PLETED. FOR FURTHER INFORMATION OR ATTRACTIVE LITERATURE APPLY AT THE OFFICE OF THE COMPANY, CHOWCHILLA, MADERA COUNTY. OFFICES AT Sacramento, St. Paul, Winnipeg (Canada), Chicago, San Francisco Are You Doing Your“ Bit” THE U.S. GOVERNMENT NEEDS 5000 STENOGRAPHERS AND TYPISTS RIGHT NOW The business men of the United States need a great many times that number. We are receiving hundreds of calls from business offices for office help—It you are qualified to take a position come in and register and we will help you—If you need some training come and get ready for service at the earliest possible date We have no vacation and you should take advantage of the opportunity to serve your country and at the same time benefit yourself. Why not now? Do you know of anything that you can do that. will produce surer, safer and better returns? Heald’s Fresno College Ff. O. GARDINER, Proprietor Phone 271, Fresno Phone 207 J 3°23 E. Yosemite Wardrobe Cleaners J. A. GROVE JOHN STENOVICH A pretty school teacher, noticing one of her Cleaning, Pressing, Repairing little charges idle, said sharply: ‘John, the Ladies’ Work Our Specialty devil always finds something for idle hands to do. Come up here and tet me give you some- Gentlemen’s Suits Cleaned and Pressed $1.25 thing to do.” We Call For and Deliver Agents for “Selig Bros.’’ Made-to-Measure Clothes CAPITOL MARKET FAT KNOWLES, Proprietor Wholesale and Retail Dealer in FRESH AND SALT MEATS Phone 33 Free Delivery J. L. BUTIN, President F. E. OSTERHOUT, Cashier O. J. WOODWARD, Vice President H. G. JOHNSON, Assistant Cashier First National Bank Madera - - - - California Transacts a Commercial and Savings business. Our Savings Department is under United States Supervision. 4 Per Cent paid on term deposits; interest compounded June and December. Your Business Solicited Safe Deposit Boxes at Reasonable Rates A floorwalker in a department store saw a man walking to him, who said, “My wife bought [svrsseseroerscein | these underclothes here yesterday. Where can I change them?”’ e The floorwalker said, ‘““You’ll have to go home Al. Chamberlain to do that, sir.”’ A. J. Wood Company Berenda, California —Dealers in— GENERAL MERCHANDISE Also HARDWARE, PAINTS, OILS, HARNESS SADDLERY FEED AND FUEL In Fact ANYTHING in Our Store thE -GOLDEN- RUBE SHORE Dee Oe 5c, Etc Hardware, Glassware, Imported and American Decorated China, Tin and Enamelware, Dry Goods, Notions, Toys, and Novelties, Children’s Wear Post Cards, Candy and Lots of Other Things—-Everything Price-Marked and One Price to All C. H. LOVELAND, Proprietor MADERA, CALIFORNIA | SL LE That potent appeal which cannot be denied, plays an important role in the attire of today. Our new models express the correct style of the times. We feel justified in our enthusiasm over the new styles selected for this season—they’ll war- rant a cordial reception on your part. COME TO OUR STORE AND LOOK THEM OVER BRAMMER SON ONLY EXCLUSIVE SHOE HOUSH IN MADERA CFD uniniGe, Did you water the ferns in the drawing room, Norah? FURNITURE AND Yes, mum, don’t yuh hear the water dripping UPHOLSTERING on the carpet? Tn | 218 Yosemite Ave. MADERA, CALIFORNIA MADERA DRUG COMPANY _ We wish to extend to you our thanks for the patronage given us the past year. We are in a position now to serve you even better than in the past. Always remember that our Prescription Department is in competent hands at all times. We are next door to you.—Our phone number is 57. Call us up for your wants. Free delivery to any part of the city. Yours very respectfully, A. B. ELMORE, Manager ELMORE’S HEALTH TABLETS COLD BUSTERS GAS DYSPEPSIA TABLETS 4 4 | | | | TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE Is yours the kind of a watch you have to set every day, or is it accurate and reliable? It costs less in the long run to carry a good watch than a bad one. Come in and let us tell you about the watches we sell; arrange with us to examine your watch periodically, and get our prices for cleaning once a year. Our stock of jewelry, watches and silverware is of the best. An inspection is invited. QUALITY FIRST R. A. BAY WATCHMAKER AND JEWELER No. 111 KE. Yosemite Ave. Madera, Calif. Friedburger Harder GROCERIES He: Have you heard my new song. “The CROCKERY Proposal?” and She: No, what key is it in? AGATEWARE He: Be Mine—er. 000 MADERA - - - - - - CALIFORNIA MADERA CYCLERY BOZEMAN VOGELER, Proprietors. Agents for— HARLEY-DAVIDSON, INDIAN AND EXCELSIOR MOTORCYCLES, MIAMI MOTOR BIKES AND SMITH MOTOR WHEELS A Full Line of Standard Bicycles—Bicycle and Motor Repairing our Specialty—AIl Work Guaranteed—Prompt Service. Give us a trial and Be Convinced The Southern Hotel European Plan and Family Style Mess, BA RC RO an ALL WHITE HELP MEALS—35c ATTORNEY-AT-LAW ATeLeee RU Madera é : Galitormia PRICES RIGHT 104 North B. Street RAY NORTHERN, Manager Special Cars For All Occasions | STAGES North and South Phone 29 WALLING ALEXANDER Shedd Davis GRAIN DEALERS Is Mr. Donovan in? No, he went out to lunch. Will he be in after lunch? No, that’s what he went out after. INSURANCE TATTLE ETT MADEREUAG (= = =) = == = CALIFORNIA Thousands Are Saving 24 Profit Sharing Premium Stamps WHY NOT YOU We give an “S. H.” Stamp with every 10c Cash purchase, or on thirty day charge accounts if paid before the 15th of the following month. POFIT- SHARING. oie MIM STAMPS CO-OPERATIVE LAND COMPANY Se Best Land in San Joaquin Valley See Us Before Purchasing Your Home in in California nn FRED BARCROFT MURPHY BROS. STOVES, TINWARE, q| HARDWARE, PLUMBING, SMOKE HOUSE TINNING, AND MACHINE 129 East Yosemite Ave. WORK | MADERA, CAL. MADERA - - - - - =- - CALIFORNIA i G C) e | ity I ailors 5 , , ; PTET tay “How much is them plums?” Gentlemen’s Suits Made to Order “Ten cents a peck.” Repairing, Cleaning, Pressing “Sure pwhat yez think I am, a burrd?” : Satisfaction Guaranteed ; red tT ; HATTA ILLTL | D Street Madera, Cal. South D St. Madera Hardware Company Farm Implements, Guns, Ammunition, Sporting Goods Automobile Accessories Madera, Cal. Pedras RIGHT GOODS SOLD AT RIGHT PRICES STRICT CASH Opposite Post Office MEN’S FURNISHING GOODS, NOTIONS, ETC. Quality Jewelry RICH, DAINTY DESIGNS IN JEWELRY AND SILVERWARE ALWAYS AT Hill Co. “MADERA’S LEADING JEWELERS” Madera Abstract Company ABSTRACT CO.’S BUILDING MADERA, CAL. Makes Abstracts and Certificates of Titile to All Madera County Lands IF YOU BUY LAND—SEE US! Residence 68—-PHONES—Office 116 J Office Hours, 9 A. M. to 5 P. M. Sundays: 9 A. M. to 12 M. DR. WILLIAM WING SURGEON DENTIST Over Corner Drug Store MADERA - - - - - CALIFORNIA BION ASS HAVE YOUR SHIRTS AND COLLARS DONE BY Madera Steam Laundry Cor. 5th and G Sts. Park Hotel MRS. C. A. DWORAOCK, Prop. COOLEST ROOMS IN TOWN All Outside Rooms A GOOD PLACE TO REST West of Depot J. G. ROBERTS, President J. E. NEWMAN, Cashier Commercial National Bank of Madera and Madera Savings Bank | AFFILIATED INSTITUTIONS HPP TT Combined Capital - - - $75,000 Surplus and Profits - - - $60,000 DIRECTORS D. H. Ransom - - - J. E. Newman J. B. High J. G. Roberts - - - FE. P. Roberts Transacts a General Banking Business Draws Direct on the Principal Cities of the World Accounts of Corporations, Firms and Individuals Solicited If it’s Right, We Have It and If We Have it, It’s Right Dr | A Danielson LITTLE Telephone 96 Veterinary Surgeon and Dentist Brammer Price, Inc. | oie ana nose | il | T 1 1 Corner F and 7th Streets ni TE Opposite Saunders’ Warehouse Furnishings, Hats and CLOTHING Madera - - - - - - - «- Galifornia For the Man Who Cares Marathon The | Candy Kitchen White House FRESH CANDY EVERY DAY Have the Newest Creations in 6 i+ DONS 2505 DRY GOODS, LADIES’ M. G. POLYCRATIS and Proprietor CHILDREN’S WEAR 321 Yosemite Avenue —At LOWEST Prices— D. STEPHENSON Foos American Pumping Plants Direct Connected Electric Pumps Lennox Hot Air Furnace Sheet Metal Works Sanitary Plumbing THE BEST IN ALL LINES Mis. Kk. C. Jay aCe; FOSTER Funeral Directors nee Ss PAele Embalmers Real Estate and Insurance BUILD NOW LUMBER will never be cheaper and will probably go higher. We have a very good grade at $15.00 Per Thousand—Better -Grade at Slight advances Madera Sugar Pine Co. E. H. COX, Manager kn High School; nA white, Hie om PEED sirsesaste reeset A a2cseennigeediaas ee a ee en ne ee et ee ee eee eee Eee eee SSeeerSere nee