Madison Central High School - Tychoberahn Yearbook (Madison, WI)
- Class of 1909
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Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1909 volume:
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[81SCHOOL YEAR 1908-1909
School Commences.......................Tuesday, September 8, 1908
Thanksgiving Recess . . Thursday, Nov. 26, to Monday, Nov. 30
Christmas Vacation . Monday, Dec. 21, 1908, to Monday, Jan. 4, 1909 Easter Vacation . . . Monday, March 29, to Monday, April 5
Commencement......................................Friday. June 11
191THE OLD AND THE NEW
This is the first Annual to appear since we entered the new building. It is published by the first class to graduate from the new building; hence it is especially fitting that we should herein welcome the new era.
The Madison High School was founded in 18 4, when the School Board authorized Mr. Damon Kilgore, the first principal, to conduct a high school in the basement of the Methodist Church, which then occupied the site of Kaiser’s Store. In 1850. the school was removed to the Congregational Church, which was then on Webster Street. 'The attendance
THE FIRST 11 Kill SCHOOL BUILDING
was but 150, and the work was intermediate between the grammar school and the high school work of today.
In August, 1858, the School Board purchased the Female Academy, on the site of the present structure. Here, w here the University of Wisconsin first began its existence. Miss Lucy L. Coucs conducted the school until financial embarrassment compelled the rental of the building. During the
1101years 1861 and 1862 Miss Coues conducted a private girls’ school, and, in 1863, Prof. Charles H. Allen, a normal training school in the building. In the fall of 1863, high school was resumed with Mr. F. B. Williams as principal.
In 1873, the north wing of the old building replaced the academy. The new principal, Mr. Samuel Shaw, arranged two courses of study, one for those expecting to enter the university, and one for those who did not.
The year 1877-78 witnessed the erection of the new south wing of the old building, and the appearance of the school on the accredited list of the University.
The high school occupied the new structure until 1906. The building became crowded as early as 1895. The agitation for a new building, the election, the victory, the injunction and its dissoival, are all familiar.
After two years of wandering, we are at last in the new building, which ranks as one of the best in the state. With its modern laboratories, lecture rooms, and facilities for chemistry, manual training, domestic science, mechanical drawing, and business, it opens up to the students of the school a wider scope of self-improvement and enlightenment than they have previ-ouely had, and one rarely given to the students of other schools. The new gymnasium fulfills a want long recognized and will be much appreciated.
But, after all, the students really make the school. The equipment is merely supplementary. Its value depends on its use. Nevertheless it creates an opportunity, and it is now up to the students to seize this opportunity and thereby justify and show their appreciation of these benefits. May they do it right royally.
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■1J. H. Hutchison, B. S., University of Wisconsin, 79.
•Helen G. Andrews (16), B. L., P. B. K., University of Wisconsin, 99. English.
Lima Bascom (14), B. L., University of Wisconsin, 02.
Harry Kendall Basset, B. S., Columbia University.
Elwood E. Brooks (20), A. B., Indiana University, ’07.
• Physical Geography and Civics.
Althea H. Brown, (12), University of Wisconsin.
Leon H. Canfield (7), A. B., Syracuse College, 79.
Mathematics and Physiology.
Edna R. Chynoweth (18), B. L., 95, M. L., '97, Univ. of Wisconsin. History.
Marie McClernan, B. A., ’00, M. A., ’02, Ph. L .,’04, P.B.K., U. of W. Greek and Latin.
Ida M. Cravatii (11), Whitewater Normal, Pratt Institute, ’95. Drawing.
Aletta F. Dean (21), Ph. B., ’03, Ph. M., ’04, University of Wisconsin. Biology.
Sara D. Jenkins (19), Ph. B., University of Wisconsin, ’03.
English and Economics.
[25JI2C1Alice Evans (15), B. A., University of Wisconsin, ’08.
Irma M. Kleinpell (4), M. H. S., ’90, B. L., Univ. of Wisconsin, 94. German.
Camille Carroll (25), B. A., Oregon, '06.
English and History.
Thomas E. Jones (9), M. Di., Iowa State Normal, ’05, B. P. E., Y. M. C. A. Training School, ’08. Physical Training.
Elizabeth C. Lange.
Charles Me Mullin' (23), B. Di., Iowa State Normal. 98. M. Acct., Drake University, 92. Business.
M ry G. McGovern (1).
English and American Literature.
Julia E. Murphy (2), B. L., University of Wisconsin, 93.
Louis F. Olson (19), Stout Institute, ’06.
Bertha H. Preuss (24), Ph. B., University of Wisconsin, ’00.
Elsa A. Sawyer, B. A., University of Wisconsin, ’03.
Mathematics and Physiology.
Jessie E. Sherman (10), Ph. B., Chicago, ’02.
Frank M. Surrey, A. B., ’99, A. L, ’02, Dartmouth.
Sue Tullis (5), M. H. S., ’95, B. L., University of Wsiconsin, ’89. Latin.
Winnie C. Warning (13), B. L., Michigan, ’98.
Geometry and Algebra.
Melvin J. White (6), B. S., N. H., 03, M. A., Univ. of Wisconsin, ’07. History and Civics.
Caroline M. Young (3), M. H. S., ’90, B. L., Univ. of Wisconsin, ’04. - German.
Ina Zillisch (8), B. S., ’02, Iceland Stanford Junior and Northwestern. Mathematics and German.
127]128]THE TYCHOBERAHN BOARD
President, Marzo Cronk Managers, Hugh Rcber and Sumner Slichter
Senior Representatives Marguerite Coleman Vera Matson
Edna Frautschi Gordon Walker
Presiden t—Stan ley A11 y n. Vice-President—Vera Matson. Secretary—Margarite Coleman. Treasurer—Ed ward Twi tchell.
I 'ice-President—A lbert T ormey. Secretary—Dorothy Wright. Treasurer—Marzo Cronk.
President— Edward Twitchell. Vice-President—Norman Quale. Secretary—Margarite Coleman. Treasurer—Albert Tormey. Salutatorian—Marzo Cronk. Valedictorian—Vera Matson.
Colors—Light Blue and Gold. Motto—Immer voran.
130]What ho, varlets! Art ye not abashed upon entering into the presence of this glorious and mighty senior class? Does it not seem like shaking hands with the President, or meeting a world champion baseball idol? It does not? Ah, slush! it should. Yes, by all means it should, for we assure you that we are bv far the greatest thing that ever trod the earth.
We date from those prehistoric times of the old high school age, when Miss Murphy ruled the old, and Miss Moseley the new main room, and when Flom’s was still in existence, l imes have changed. No longer do the freshmen “rough house” in a dismal cellar next to the furnaces, nor do the naughtiest, who have been requested to leave, gaze at the less fortunate through the transoms to the furnace room. No longer in the cool, gray dawn do we throng the main room to sing “Work for the Night is Coming.”
Yes, these days are over, and now those of us who have survived the high school fire, and the w andering in the wilderness, or who have not left for the academy for reasons good and sufficient to themselves, are ready to graduate—the first class to graduate from the new building. “It’s all over but the shouting,” but w e’ll make the shouting mighty good, and our banquet and commencement ball will absolutely beat everything on earth, unless it he our own Prom. And now just before we go, with apologies to Wallace Irwin—
Here’s a bumper to you schoolmates, and a solong to you,
Here’s a banzai, and a broadside, and a song to you;
Let who will try to roast you,
We, the seniors, rise and toast you
In a cup of glorv, schoolmates,—and a solong to you.
Synonym for mechanical drawing.
Edward Babcock. “Ed” ' Bab” “With echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame."
“I would the £°ds had made thee poetical."
Stanley Allyn. “Stan" “Chic" "Halleluiah! I’ve lost my wits."
"I speak no slander; no, nor listen to it.
“Modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise.
“A life that moves to gracious ends.”
“Her eyes a bashful azure.
“Who is so deaf, so blind as he That wilfully will neither hear or see.
Joseph Bollenbeck. “Joe "Holly”
"(jive him credit; he is a self made man.”
Harold Borchscnius. "Borkie”
"Strong in will To strive, to seek, and not to yield.”
"Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.”
“Gimme a cent. I want to be tough."
I arquerite Coleman.
'Her looks a shrightly mind disclose."
“Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign
The summer charm of golden charity.”
“No sinner, nor no saint perhaps, But—well the very best of chaps."
“1 have won Golden opinions from all sorts of people.”
1341William Curtin. “Bill"
“Bolil in heart and act and word was he.”
“But she is tall and stately."
"And well his words became him."
“To frown at pleasure and to smile in pain."
“Her faults lie gently on her."
“Good nature and good sense must ever join.”
“With force and skill To strive, to fashion, and fulfil.”
“Mow is it with you, that you bend 'f our eye on vacancy.”
“Better not to he at all Than not to he noble.”
“A merry heart doeth good like medicine.”
“My love for nature is a; old as I."
“Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth.'
William Had held.
“He was ever precise in promi e-keep ing."
Ralph Hammcrsley. "Spike”
“I’ve heard there was iron in the blood, And 1 believe it.”
“As good as fair; it seemed her joy To comfort and to give."
“I watch thy grace: and in its place M heart charmed slumber keeps."
"So sweet of face, such angel grace.”
“As quiet as a nun is she.”
“A face with goodness overspread,
Soft smiles by human kindness bred.”
“What sweet delight quiet life affords.”
“So light of foot—so light of spirit.”
"She had the glibbest tongue for language.”
“Brevity is the soul of wit.”
“I would just as soon be here as not.”
Maud Ketch urn.
“True charity makes others want their own.”
“Her ways arc ways of pleasantness and all her paths are peace.”
“He has a plentiful lack of wit.
“He was a man. take him for all in all 1 shall not look upon his like again."
Harold Lampert. "Lamp” "I'll not budge an inch.”
“Life’s one great
round ot ease.
John Lester. ‘ Jack'
“His eyes begets occasion
for bis wit.
Frances Link. M
•• Ve call it prettj Fannie’s way.
“Impulsive, earnest, prompt to act.’
“Persuasion tips his tongue when e’re he talks.’’
He .self, alonc none other she resent-bles.
“Ready in heart and ready in hand.”
“For lie seemed all perfect Finished to the finger nail.”
“Sincerity, the first of virtues.”
“A classic form, a noble eye, Commanding walk, glance stern and high."
May me Nelson.
“It would take a wiser head than mine to understand her."
"She that complies against her will Is of her own opinion still.”
“It must be done like lightning.”
“Growth in knowledge is her motto.
“Good humor only teaches charms to last,
Still makes new conquests, and maintains the past '
“Slowly, as from cloud of gold,
Comes out thy deep, ambrosial smile.”
“The social smile, the sympathetic tear.
“I worked with patience, which is almost power."
“They always talk most who never think."
“I envy not in any moods."
“Sweet mercy is nobilities’ true badge.’’
“ ’Tis good to be merry and wise.
“The jest and earnest working side by side."
“Arise, go forth, and be a tusser. "
143)Roy Replingcr. “Rep
“Satire is my weapon, but I’m too discreet
To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.'
“To know, to esteem, to love. '
“Those curious locks so aptly twined."
“Thy converse drew us with delight.
Nicholas Schmitz. “Nic"
“A solemn youth with sober phiz Who eats his grub and minds his biz."
“Let all good things await Him who cares not to be great.
Sumner Slichter. “Slick"
“He’d strive to prove by force of argument, a man’s no horse."
“Reware her fair hair, tor she excels All others in the magic of her locks."
“Not swayed by the opinions of others."
“Self reverence, self respect, self control These three lead life to sovereign power."
“Whatever sceptic could imagine for. For even why he had a wherefore."
“Sinew’d with action, and full grown will."
|45|Mait Van Slyke.
“She smiled on man) just tor fun,
I knew that there was nothing in it.
“If I’m going to die. I'm going to have some fun.”
“Banish all compliments, but simple truth.”
“She has a cool collected look As if her pulses beat by book.”
“I built my soul a lordly pleasure house.”
W. S. Woo.
“Full man a lady 1 have eyed with best regard.”
MO IDorothy Ely.
“Good to forgive, best to forget."
“Every man lias his fault, and honesty is his.”
“There is no need to hurry, there is no cause to worry."
“Sweet and smiling are thy ways.”
“Who spoke few words, but pithy.”
“It may be that I have done some miracles."
“As merry as the day is long.”
“Thou art not steep’d in golden langors,
No tranced summer calm is thine."
“We needs must love the highest when we sec it.”
“I know not on which side my bread is buttered.”
M7]THE SENIOR INFORMAL
High School Gymnasium, Dec. 11, 1908
Edward Twitchell, Chairman Albert Tormey Marzo Cronk
Jessie Sumner, Chairman Dorothy Wright Lohra Steensland
Harold Grey Joseph Bollcnbeck
Officers — 1908- 1909
President—'Fhomas Coleman. Vice-President—A1 arjoric Jackson. Secretary—Charles Brant. Treasurer—Agnes Grady.
ice-President—Thomas Coleman. Secretary—Harry Grinde. Treasurer—Agnes Grady.
Colors—Purple and gold.
Gentle reader, prepare for a treat, for in the composition of this autobiography we propose to avoid the vanity which has characterized the histories of our predecessors. Having this resolution firmly in mind, we cannot fail to believe that we are by far the best class in the school. What would the world do without us? Where would Findlay’s, Keeley’s. Morgan’s, the Fuller, and the Majestic be without our patronage?
You ask us how we obtained this enviable position. Gentle reader, be not too hopeful of reaching it yourself. The road to fame, a terrible climb, is longer than a German lesson, and the obstacles of a history quiz are but slight in comparison with those who inhabit that boulevard. Knowing these facts, the Class of 1910 did not resort to ordinary methods. We took the elevator, and this doubtless accounts for our speedy arrival on the heights of fame.
Behold the result! In our Junior year we occupy a position never before attained by any class. What we will be next year is almost too stupendous to imagine, but it can be expressed in three words—The Whole Thing.
150]THIRD GRADE PARTY February eighth, 1909
. I urray I eGowan. Chairman Walter Coleman John Blied
Marjorie Jackson. Chairman
Agnes Grady Florence Bardeen Gertrude Frish John O’Connell, Charles Brant
Jean Fredcrickson Dorothy Hubbard Adolph Field Harry Grinde George Pel ton
President—John Davies. Vice-President—Christine N eilson. Secretary—Colbert Sullivan. Treasurer—Homer Tappins.
Among the tour classes in the High School there is none to he compared with the present Sophomore class. This is shown in a number of ways, all equally conclusive. First, no other class ever had fewer flunks out of the number that deserved to he conned. Second, no other class ever had more faculty graft with so little real work. Third, no other Sophomore class ever had so many girls at the Prom. Last, no other class ever knew so much more than their teachers. In fact, every desirable class virtue can be claimed by the class of 1911.
Fate, also, has been kind to us and has favored our wonderful development. Last year we heard of the terrors of second year algebra under this or that teacher, but when our turn came, this or that teacher either no longer taught second year algebra or had left school. Providentially, during the very year when we might expect to step out into the town at large, or into such doubtful places as the City Hall, the Hock Shop, the Fire Hall or the Library dungeon, the High School building opened its doors in time to welcome us. It matters very little that we have to remain in school nearly all day, for Sophomores do not play pool or bowl. Yes, it is a fortunate class. Freshmen even have behaved themselves as well as Freshmen know how, and have required very few reminders. So far as our conduct is concerned, we are, of course, the well behaved class that we have always been, and we may truthfully say that 1911 need not fear the 'Varna Man.
The class of 1912 is a class of noble spirit and lofty standards. We arc not, correctly speaking, a freshman class, for considering the circumstances, we have carried ourselves like kings. This was especially true at the beginning of the year. You may believe me that it was with heads held high that we of 1912 first walked through the halls of Old High. This is true, for it is only of late, when we are approaching our second year, that we realize what a green body next year’s freshmen class must be. Emerson says (I happened to open a junior’s book at the place): “ The man is all.” Now I do not know that I quite understand this, but, if he means that the freshman is nothing, I begin to comprehend.
So much for our mental condition, but now as to our leading events. Alas, when I turn to this department of my subject, 1 find that nothing of note has happened this year except that one great event—our entering high school, and the thousand and one pleasures, shocks, revelations and misfortunes which attend any such grand occasion, and which for the dignity of 1912 I must refrain from enumerating.
S. LITERARY SOCIETYOFFICERS
President—William A. Had field.
I ice-President—John O’Connel. Secretary—Joseph W. Bollenbeck. Treasurer—George W. SauthofF. Censor—George W. Moore. Assistant Censor—Roland Kremers. Librarian—Charles W. Brant.
President—Roy Replinger. Vice-President—Harry Grinde. Secretary—Robert Connor. Treasurer—Charles Brant.
Censor—William Hadfield. Assistant Censor—Phil Frcar. L ib rarian—Sm i th.
President—Joseph W. Bollenbeck. Censor—William Hadfield. Vice-President—George Moore. Assistant Censor—Frederick Richter.
Secretary—Robert Connor. Librarian—Roland Kremers.
Joseph W. Bollenbeck Roy Replinger
Charles W. Brant Harry A. Grinde Charles A. Richards
Joseph Bailie Norman J. Mittenthal
Charles Byrne Maxwell Smith
William A. Hadfield Denis Strathopoulos JUNIORS
Edwin J. Connor Stuart D. McConnell Du Pre Smith
William Cairns Frederic A. Richter FRESHMEN
Philip Frcar Russell Smith [571
George E. Moore
Robert J. Connor Homer A. Piper
Roland Kremers Fabian Sorihen
Byron Nelson Casper SwenholtNAUTILUS CLUBOFFICERS
Pice-President—. I arguerite Coleman. Secretary—Catherine Head.
Vice - Presiden t—Ve ra M atson. Secretary—Helen Pence.
President—Buela Heddles. Vice-President—Edna Frautschi. Secretary—Agnes Nelson.
Marguerite Coleman Hilda Danielson Madeline Fess Edna Frautschi Edna Gibbs Laura Gilman Buela Heddles Vera Matson Irene Maw Ada Pence Lucy Ray me
Solna Steensland Maie Van Slyke Nathalia Swanson Evelyn Jensen Helen Blied Eunice Casey Elsie Eleffson Stella Baker Margaret Hanson Clara Reichert Ruth Rice
Stella Baskcrville Mary Buell Marjory Davis Rebecca Flint Ruth Haymer Catherine Head Mary Leary Leola Loren Dorothy Hubbard Ester Mclaas Regina Sullivan Zora Howard
Margaret McGilvary Anita Reinking Anita Rhodes Alice Whitney Agnes Nelson Lutie Chamberlain Dorinda Conradson Lucile Deming Josephine Flcchenstein Agnes Grady Jeanette Munro Helen Pence
SOPHOMORES Elsa Fauerbach Bertha Holcombe
Caroline Munro Catherine Brandenburg Elizabeth Ed sail Harriet O’Shea Vera Kayser
Margaret Fay burg Marion Conover Kathleen Goff Dorothy Dexter Clarabelle Maw
I ice-Pres ideal— Iar .o Cronk. Secretary—H ugh Reber. Librarian—Roger Moore.
I ice-Prcsident—Albert Tormey. Secretary—Roger I oore. Librarian—Paton McGilvary.
Alvin Bischoff Charles Casserly Henry Casserly Mar o Cronk Frederic Go it Robert Harrington Ralph Hammcrsley Michael Moran Milo Lynch Roger Moore
Hugh Reber Andrew Schneider Mcrril Skinner Sumner Slichter Morris Stuart Warren Weaver Albert Tormey Colbert Sullivan Paton McGilvary
Presiden t—Ethel H arrison. Vice-President—Frieda Duerr. Secretary—Elsie Astell.
President—Ethel Harrison. Vice-President—Christine N ielson. Secretary—Edna Ollis.
Elsie Astell Bessie Bennett Grace Culby Frieda Duerr Gertrude Davy Ruth Frish Hannah Felser Gertrude Gath Ethel Harrison Josephine Hein Edna Harrington Hazel Hemphill Helen Hull Dorothy Hogan Floy Huminstau Marion Jones Lieta Lockwood Elydia Maine Josephine Maher Ena Naffz Ethel Neighbur
Christine Nielson Margaret Nielson Edna Ollis Grace Pugh Ruth Purcell Mary Roland Mary Sale Lorura Stromme Uinta Pleuse VTera Park Adelle Thuringer Helen Treakle Elsa Weber Henrietta Wood Rita Kilgore Hazel Shad wick Helen Clark Margaret Lyle Lilian Metciiff Sara Machlis
1641THE GLEE CLUB
Vera Matson Marjorie Miner Gertrude Salsman Mary Leary Maie Van Slyke Agnes Nelson M iss McArthur Anita Rhodes Edna Frautschi Grace Baskerville Ruth Hay nor Margaret Nielson Marguerite Coleman
Miss Runge Miss Post Irene Maw Evelyn Jenson Marguerite Birong Edna Purcell Madeline Fess Lohra Steensland Dorothea Wright Arline Perry Edna Oakey Bernice Wilcox
!65|THE YELLOW JOURNAL
The Yellow Journal, the official publication of the Madison High School, was founded in the fall of 1907, and is therefore in its second year. During the past year the magazine has been enlarged and changed from a bi-weekly to a monthly. The year has been singuarly prosperous, and the magazine has received the support it so well deserves.
Ray Tuttle, ’09, Editor.
Fred Goff, 10, Local Editor.
Roy Replinger, ’09, Athletic Editor.
Hugh Reber, '09, Clubs Editor.
Mae Kimball, ’09, Senior Class Editor. Florence Sprecher. 10, Junior Class Editor.
-------, ’ll, Sophomore Class Editor.
Marion Conover. 12, Freshman Class Editor.
Ye printing of ye Yellow Journal.ALUMNI
The Madison High School Alumni Association was organized in 1900. The object of the association is to strengthen and preserve the bonds of friendship among the members, and to further the interests of the High School. The meetings of the society are held annually after the commencement exercises, at which time the officers for the ensuing year are elected, and all other business transacted. All alumni of the High School are eligible for membership. Each year the association tries to hold a banquet in order to bring the members together.169)I Oil1909 FOOT BALL TEAM
Lampert (capt.). . .full back
Mr. Jones, Coach.
Mr. White. Manager.
Oct. 3—Lodi 0 Madison.... 51
Oct. 10—Evansville 0 Madison.... 5
Oct. 17—Reedsburg 0 Madison. .. . 26
Oct. 24—Evansville 5 Madison. . . . 29
Nov. 7—Ft. Atkinson .22 Madison... . 2
Nov. 21—W. I). Milwaukee 0 Madison.... 18
Opponents 27 Madison 131
REVIEW OF THE 1008 SEASON
The football team started out this year with bright prospects. The new building, with its athletic department, a coach who could give all his time to the team, and a reasonably experienced squad, all offered hope for a winning team.
The first game, with Lodi, ended 51 to 0 in our favor. 'The next Saturday, flushed with victory, we went to Evansville, where after a hard game, we were victorious 5 to 0. Reedsburg, who last year had held the championship Sparta team to a close score, fell 26 to 0, and a week later, Evansville again lost, this time 29 to 5.
Then came the crucial game of the season—the championship game with Fort Atkinson. It was only after a hard fight that we lost 22 to 2. The score does not do the team justice. The splendid fight to the bitter end, in the mind of the true sport, is almost compensation for the defeat.
On November 14th we played our last game, and vanquished West Division Milwaukee by the score of 18 to 0. Thus the season ended, and, although we did not win the championship, the students may justly feel proud of their team. It won its games by skill, not by brawn or muscle. It kept up the fight until the last, through all the difficulties imposed by the loss of several of our best players, and showed the right high school spirit.
Harold Lam pert.
Captain 1908 Team.
Hollenbeck. Kuhns. Jones (coach). Rebcr, Connor Taylor, Lester (capt.), McGowan Davy, Weaver. Reed
CROSS COUNTRY RUNNING
SQUAD.—Lester, captain; McGowan, Hollenbeck, Davy, Weaver, 1'ay lor, Reber. Kuhns, Screiber. Reed, HadHeld.
Thursday, Nov. 12, 1908
Course four miles. First. Lester: second, Hollenbeck; third, McGowan. Time: 27:30.
Ye joys of cross country running.
173|Tormev, Jones (coach), Lampert Field, Lester
The High School relay team, although not successful, did excellent work in the Annual Indoor Relay Carnival in the University gym on March 13. Hyde Park and Sun Prairie were in the held, and Hyde Park and Madison ran a remarkably close race, making good time. First place was taken by Hyde Park, running the mile in 3.41, and although losing the cup was a hitter disappointment to M. H. S. she may feel that the race was well run and not easy money.
Tormey ran the first relay tor Madison and was followed by Field, Lambert and Lester. For Hyde Park. Llewellyn was followed by Forbes, Hanchett and Smith.
Mr. Jones, Coach.
Mr. White, Manager.
Feb. 25—Evansville .... 53 Madison.... 15
Mar. 5—Mt. Horcb.... 18 Madison.... 29
Mar. 12—Stoughton .... 25 Madison.... 23
THE WEARERS OF THE M. H. S.
Sidney Hall Tennyson Lathrop Fred Vater Everet French William Boyle Stanley Twist William Hammersley Leo Dunn Roy Bradford James Dean Bert Crampton Rudolph Breuch Walter Wellman Louis Hey I Percy Mehlig William Fehlandt Leo Fix
George Eckstadt Albert Tormey Edwin Moll Perry Fess Basil Casey Ed. Trainor
Thomas Malone Andrew Munsell Mandus Scott Wilbur Replinger Alfred Buscr Edward Trainor George Trainor Elmo Cooper Carl Helmholz Harold Lampert Frank Tetzlaff Stanley Allyn Rudolph Breuch Carl Nelson Edward Twitchell Carl Harper Merrill Skinner Harold Borchensius William Curtin Norman Quale
1771179]TIMOTHY O’BRIEN S BEAR STORY
BY RAY C. TUTTLE
(Awarded first prize in the Tychoberahn Story Contest. This contest, the first of its kind n the high school, was open to all students, except those connected with the Tychoberahn. and :wo prizes—a first prize of 82.50 and a second prize of a '00 Tychoberahn. were offered.)
There are many old and dilapidated buildings in the region of Stony Creek, but the oldest and most dilapidated of all is a saw mill, built some time back in the pioneer days, upon the bank of Stony Creek itself. It is constructed of native stones, which, because of their inability to roll, have accumulated a thick layer of moss, so that the exterior appearance of the mill much resembles that of some ancient castle.
Stony Creek has long ceased to he a creek, and for many years the power has been supplied by an engine and boiler, of unknown make and uncertain temperament. 'These, too, have become as old and dilapidated as their surroundings. Occasionally the mill is shut down for lack of work; more often the machinery refuses to work, and a stop is made to tie up the loose ends.
'Thus far, however, through the ingenuity of the engineer, each of these crises has been safely passed, and the old machine goes flopping and clanking on for another uncertain period. Indeed, it is only through the resourcefulness of Timothy O’Brien, the engineer, that the mill is able to exist at all. The way in which he has darned and stitched that old machinery together would fill the mind of a first class mechanic with awe—but it works, which is the main thing.
The old mill is the rendezvous for the loafers of the neighborhood, but it is the person of Timothy O’Brien and not the mill which is the attraction. Tim is an Irishman, and is proud of it. He is famous throughout his little world for his stories, the supply of which seems inexhaustible. Should you ever visit the old mill, you will And Tim in the small, dark, dirt-floored basement, which is joint engine and boiler room, and perhaps, if he is not too busy urging the obstinate relic to do its work, you may induce him to tell you “the story of the bear.”
It was one day last fall that I first heard it. For the greater part of the afternoon I had been sitting on 'Timothy’s favorite nail keg by the boiler waiting for some propitious moment when his tongue might loosen. Tim was puttering about “her majesty” with an oil can.
“She’s behavin’ pretty fair today,” he said at last.
“Yes,” I said, expectantly.
“A dale better’n common, the aggervatin’ ould baste,” he continued.
“Weren’t you ever afraid she’d get the better of you?" I asked.
“Wansr, and only wanst,” he replied, “an’ thot was a long time ago.”
180|“Tell me about it," 1 said, eagerly.
“Well,” he began, “it happined jist afther I came over from the ould country, an’ got mesilf into iverlastin’ aginy be assumin’ charge iv this outfit. The trouble began wan day whin the foreman iv the mill lit it out thot he'd seen a ba r snoopin’ ’round his place. Av coorse ivry wan iv the mill hands wanted to go ha’r huntin' immejut, an’ the foreman seen thot he’d niver git any more work done till he lit ’em go, so he sez, ‘Half iv yez can go the fir-rust day, an’ the rist iv yez can go the nixt day. Thin the mill won’t have to shut down. Bein’ as how I saw the bar, I’ll be wan to go the first day; the rist iv yez can draw lots.’
“So they drawed lots, an’ the wans that was goin’ the first day rizur-rected all the guns they iver had, an’ the wans thot was goin’ the sicond day spint their toime hopin’ they wudn't go off. As for mesilf, I wasn’t int’rested in ba’rs an' didn’t care whether he was kilt the fir-rust day or the sicond.
“It was about noon iv the day thot the fir-rust batch vvint ba'r-huntin’ thot I sat down on thot same nail-keg to eat me lunch. The ould girl, manin’ the ingine, had kipt me jumpin’ all the morning’, she being the same dayceitful, ram’shus ould hypocrit thot she is now. Jist as I comminced atin’ I heard somethin’ sniffin’ behind me, loike some ould cow had got a whiff iv me dinner. I looked around an’ saw somethin’ pakin’ in the windy.
“ ‘Come in, bossy,’ 1 sez, ‘an’ have some bacon.’ Av coorse I w’as only foolin’, but, begobs, the ould baste must have thot I mint it, for she jumped clane thru the windy into the basemint. ‘Well,’ I sez, ‘yere no cow, any-wan cud see thot, but what are yez?’ Ividently she thot I was insultin’ her, for she shtood up on her hind-legs an’ begin bellerin’.
“Thin it came acrost me all at wance about the ba’r-hunt. I hadn't niver seen a ba r, but I had heard thot walkin’ on their hind-legs was the fav’rite occypation iv thim craychures, so I concluded thot this was wan iv thim.
“ ‘So yure a ba’r,’ I sez. She samed to think this was an apoligy, for she quit bellerin’, an' began wobblin’ over towards me bacon.
“ ‘Howld on,’ I sez, pickin’ up the coal-shovel, ‘you don’t own this bacon yit. Take thot instid,’ an’ I brought me weapon down har-rud on the ind iv her nose. She didn’t seem to moind it in the laste an’ the nixt minit she had swallered all me dinner an’ was lookin’ around for somethin’ more amusin’.
Whin she saw me, she samed to raymimber all at wance about thot coal-hovel bizniss, an’ the nixt thing I knew I was runnin’ around the hase-mint at the top iv me shpeed, the ba’r follerin’. I cud see now why ba’r huntin’ was such an interestin’ shport. The engine-room wa’n’t layed out for a race-track, but considerin’ our inconvaniences wc made splindid toime. Plinty iv people in Noo York wud have paid a hundred dollars to see such
181Ja blood-curdlin’ performance, but I didn’t be pastin’ bills over the coun-thry jist thin.
Round an’ round we wint, tailin’ over ivrything we cud, till finally me mimy burnt herself on a stame-poipe an' shtopped a minit to cuff it. It gave me a chanst. I opined the door thot leads out into the mill-yard an’ slipped thru jist as the ba’r piled hersilf up aginst the inside, an’ jarred down the iron bar thot locks it into place.
“ ‘There,’ I sez. Rut I sid it too soon. I had forgotten the inginc. There she was, locked up with a craychure who was quoite her aqual in onixpictedniss. I thot iv the ragin’ foire I had made under the hoiler an’ how much water there ought to be in her, but wasn’t. An’ the more I thot about it, the more I wished I was back in there, but the more I thot about the ba’r the gladder I was to be out iv there.
“Finally I got up enough courage to look in the basemint windy. 'There was the ould ingine wheezin’ an’ groanin’ in aginy for more ilc,—but there was the ba’r, too, growlin’ an’ sniffin’ ixpictantlv. Ivry wance in a while the ingine wild give a pertikerly aginizin' wheeze, an' I wud start climbin’ down to tind her, but jist thin the ba’r wud give a pertikerly ixpictant sniff, an’ I wud pull me leg out a dale quicker’n 1 put it in.
“Purty soon the pertikerly aginizin’ wheeze, an’ the pertikerly ixpictant sniffs became so num’rous an’ frayquint thot I saw thot the ind wud soon come, onliss the ba’r was disposed of mighty quick. Thin I thot iv the mill-hands, thim thot was so ravin’ anx’shus for a ba’r-hunt. 1 ran as fast as I cud into the mill, where the machanery was floppin’ along at a forty-mile clip.
“ Ryes.’ I yells, ‘come out an’ ba r-hunt all ye want to. 'There’s wan waitin’ for yez.’ Well, whin thim fellers heard ‘ba’r’ they all come pilin’ out hid-first.
“ ‘Where’bouts,’ sez ivry wan.
“ ‘There’s an ixtry wan in the basemint thot yez kin have,’ I sez. Coorse they all piked for the windy, an' whin they saw the ba r they began dancin’ around an’ jabberin’ loike they was a fem’nine sewin’-circle.
“ ‘Hurry up,’ sez I, ‘and’ kill thot ba r, ‘cause I need the basemint mesilf.’
“ ‘'Tim,’ sez wan iv thim, ‘this is a sure good joke on the boss. Whin he comes home ’thout havin’-------’
“ ‘Whin he comes home,’ I sez, ‘he’ll have nothin’ to come home to, ’less you git that ba’r kilt pretty suddint. Thot ingine won’t run along alone foriver.’
“ ‘Come on, let’s kill him,’ sez wan.
“ ‘How?’ sez another, ‘the boss has got all the guns.’
“ ‘We’ll git crow-bars an’ make a rush thru the door,’ sez some wan ilse.
“ ‘No ye wont,’ I sez, ‘ ’cause the ba’r’s took the praycaution iv lockin’ it.’
182}“ ‘Thru the windy, thin,’ sez wan.
“‘Who’ll go first?’ I sez, an’ be made into sausage before he gits to the bottom?’
“ ‘Thin how shall we do it?’ sez another.
“The safety-valve had begun to whistle, an’ I knew thot it wasn’t doin’ it for fun. ‘Byes,’ I sez, ‘there’s only wan way, an’ thot’s for somewan to slide down the coal-shutc an’ git the door opin’ before the ba r sees him. Thin we kin all rush in an’ make an ind to her.’
“ ‘Who’s goin’ down the coal-shute? Not me,’ sez wan.
“ ‘Nor me,’ sez another. ‘Tim, it’s your place; you got us into this.'
“ ‘Vis, vis,’ sez ivrybody, ‘Tim’s the mon.’
“ ‘Oh, yis,’ I sez, ‘ve’re tur’ble willin’ to have me go down there an’ git clawed opin loike an oyster.’ But I seen thot nobody else wud go, an’ there wa’n’t any toime to argy about it, for the ould girl was scramin' her loife out.
“ ‘Alright,’ I sez, ‘I’m no pack iv cowards loike the rist iv yez. Will ye come whin I opin the door?’
“ ‘We will,’ they sez.
“ ‘Thin git ye’re crowbars,’ sez I, uncoverin’ the shute as soft as I cud.
“The shute was a long poipe slantin' down into the coal-bin. It was too big for me an’ I had to ixpand mesilf loike a bull-frog an’ sprid me arms so thot I wudn’t slide too fast. Afther I had got down in a ways I cud see thot I had made a mistake in startin’ hid-first. I cudn’t regilate me speed. Finally, whin I was about half-way down, I looked ahid, an’ there at the ind was the ba r, her mouth formin’ a continooation iv the coal-shute. I sprid me arms an’ took a dape breath, till I nearly filled the poipe, an’ stopped slidin’.
“ ‘Oh, hivin save me.’ I yelled,—but that lit out me wind an’ I com-minced slidin’ agin. I took another full breath an stopped, but I cudn’t hold it foriver, an’ ivry toime I took a noo wan I slid nearer the end iv the shute, an’ the ind iv me loife, too, I was thinkin’. 'Thin jist as the ba’r clawed me hat off I heard somewan jump in the windy an’ unbar the door, an’ the nixt minit about twinty min was pilin’ over each other to git the first whack at the ba r. I slid the rist iv the way into the coal-bin, an’ ran for the boiler. There she was, jist loike an ould grass-hopper—for Hivin knows which way ather wan will jump nixt—I pulled the foire quick an’ lit her cool down, an’ thin I looked for the ba r. Jist as I turned around I heard a gun go off. There was the boss, standin’ by the dead ba r.
“ ‘Byes,’ he sez, puttin’ his foot on the ba’r’s hid to cover up the place where a crowbar had hit her, ‘byes, I tracked this ba’r right into this here basmint an’ shot it. This ba’r-hunt is over. Ye kin come around tomorrow an’ help me with the skinnin’.
183]AN ESCAPED MENAGERIE
BY JANETTE MUNRO AND DORINDA CONRADSON
(Awarded second prize in the story contest)
The afternoon had been exceedingly long and hot and uninteresting, and everyone showed a marked tendency to drowse. The clock ticked off the minutes slowly and monotonously, and some distant church chimes were ringing for a Lenten service; suddenly, things began to happen which made the time pass in a manner far from dull.
In a history room on the first floor a class was reciting the War of Mrs. Jenkin’s Ear when suddenly a head appeared in the doorway followed by the neck and fore feet of a harmless little animal, since known as the fire-escapegoat.
Perhaps the light made him look fierce as he stood blinking in the sunshine, or perhaps any unusual sight would have inspired terror in the class. Certain it is, that several of the girls screamed, and one or two boys, also, turned pale with apprehension. Only the teacher kept her presence of mind, and even she was a trifle flustered as she hastily picked up the first thing which came to her hand, it happened to be a Peace of Pie left over from the previous class, and threw it straight at the creature’s head. With a slightly frightened baa, the little animal fled to its natural place of safety, the firescapc, and the excitement was over in that class.
No one need think for a minute that everything was quiet and peaceful in the other rooms. Events were happening in quick succession on the floor above. An advanced class in Physiology was studying the structure of a canned field mouse when the living skeleton and the elastic man, who had escaped from the world-renowned University Circus with the firescapegoat, burst into the room. In any but an extraordinary class these strange men would perhaps have occasioned astonishment, but this class was used to the daily sight of a skeleton, and the elastic man was no different outwardly from an ordinary man.
At an invitation from the teacher the living skeleton turned to go, but the clastic man stood his ground, and the instructor siezed him by the collar to hasten his departure. The collar, of course, stretched like a rubber band as its owner dodged across the room, and, also like a rubber band, it snapped when it reached the limit of elasticity, with a result not pleasant to the teacher. A daring youth caught the tittle man’s foot as he dashed past, and that, too, began to stretch with marvelous rapidity as its owner hopped away. Fearful that the foot, too, might snap, the boy let go just as the little man made a leap out of the open window.
1841In the hall a personifikitten, only eight feet long, wildly chasing its tail, suddenly spied a rat in Miss ManScher’s English division. There was a blind rush for the open door, then a scramble such as the gymnasium has never witnessed. Out of the dreadful turmoil emerged the personifikitten with two rats instead of one, but such indigestible articles, for they were as hard as iron wire. The poor beastie was so disappointed that she threw them over the banister to the basement floor below.
Just then a galvanomecturkey hobbled out of the Physic’s laboratory. When he reached the stairs he waited to tell his story to the deancsaurus who was laboriously climbing the stairs. As they proceeded down the hall together, the galvanomecturkey told his adventures. “Why, Deane,” he said, “I hadn’t more than seated myself in Mr. Vehicle’s chair when he came up and attached the Leyden jar to me. I didn’t wait for a second shock. My feathers are so highly charged that it is no use trying to lower the potential. What puzzles me is why he kept saying, ‘Now you sec the feathers are positive.’ There is nothing negative about me as you can see at a glance.”
By this time the pair had reached the Zoology and Botany room, but fortunately there was no class, and Miss Dean was not to be seen. Nevertheless, they entered. A sepulchral stillness pervaded the air, so that the. sound of a dropping pin resembled the explosion of a ladv-firecrack. The galvanomecturkey, remembering his unpleasant experience in the Physics laboratory, stood near the door ready to fly at any disturbance.
Drawing his thirty feet of body after him carefully in the fear of disturbing the turtles or upsetting the jars of seaweed, the deanc-saurus peered through a glass door, and beheld his long sought relative, Miss Dean, examining Ciceroses with a microscope. She glanced up and saw him. Fear was unknown to this scientific instructor, who was at once siezed with the desire to capture this mammoth specimen for her laboratory. She hastily locked the nearest door, but before she had reached the other the two creatures had escaped.
Meanwhile a much-scared little lambda found its way into our most interesting and consequently most popular study Greek. The poor little creature fared better than most of its fellows, for the teacher took pity on it, and brought it up to sit beside her for the rest of the hour.
A sewinglish sparrow and a cookatoo found their way into one of the domestic science classes, but caused little disturbance beyond making the children laugh as the sparrow tried to sew without thread, and the cookatoo tried to cook a new dish, which was not very appetizing when it was done.
In Miss Juvenile’s class a boy was drawling out the words, “ich sehe eine Ratte, ich sah eine Rattc, ich habe—,” but that sentence was never finished. With a wild look the youth darted to the rear of the room and vainly tried to squeeze behind the radiator. At that moment an acht-
185)fuessigespferd pranced into the room, bowing to right and left in true barn-dance style.
The pupils, with the exception of two girls and Miss Juvenile, fled. The brave teacher waved the window pole at the face of the disturbing beast, and frightened him so that he beat a hasty retreat in a wild stampede, as the History inspector from the University Chased them out of the building.
BY A NX A M. SULLIVAN, ’10
The sun rose bright and early over the rugged hills of Massachusetts and cast his cheerful rays far over the gray-blue sky. Before seven o’clock the inhabitants of Mountain Valley knew that the day would be close, sultry, and oppressive. The sun-browned grass lay as immovable as the tall green trees which furnished but little shelter to the travelers along the mountain road.
Toward noon, when the dust was intolerable and the heat unbearable, a lone man made his way slowly and wearily up the steep incline. As he reached the summit, he paused, and drew a soiled handkerchief from his threadbare pocket. Slowly he removed his worn hat and wiped the perspiration from his wearied brow. A look of defeat, not despair, settled over his pale countenance as he murmured broken-heartedly, “My masterpiece!
There surely is some mistake! I've worked at it so long, night and day. I thought 1 -but he paused, his voice becoming choked with tears.
The man, though characterized from his fellow men by a proud, almost disdainful look, was a victim of the unconquerable foe—consumption. He had chosen painting as his lifework, and had, with undying perseverance, produced several petty paintings. One year ago he had started that which he deemed his masterpiece—a painting of his mother. With untiring energy he had worked from early morning till late at night, only to receive the critics’ scornful indifference.
As the painter gazed down at the scenery of picturesque Mountain Valley his face softened; the look of defeat vanished. He seated himself under a tall elm tree and gazed with dazed eyes across the broad expanse. So Marzo Fay sat for six hours, unconscious of the curious looks cast by the casual passers-by.
At half past six o’clock the hot, sultry day had completely changed. The sun sent out long ribbonlike rays into the small river of the mountain town. Dense black-gray clouds, as they roamed along the western horizon, were tipped with gold. 'Toward the east a fantastic, grewsomc, greenish
1861cloud arose, slowly, as a cat advances on its prey,—up, up, to the center of the “dome.” As it arose it uncoiled volume after volume of corkscrew, gray folds. A calm settled over the fear-stricken inhabitants. Now and then low rumblings of thunder echoed through the valley, and darkness rapidly descended. Flashes of golden lightning rent the atmosphere and gave the earth a supernatural brightness. As each flash vanished it left the scenery a murky black. The thunder rumbled louder, the lightning flashed quicker, and a horrible roaring fell upon the ear as the storm burst, driving torrents of rain before it.
Only one God-fearing man watched the storm without fear—Marzo Fay! The pale sufferer leaned with glazed eyes and hectic cheeks, far out over the mountain ridge and gazed with rapture at the scene.
“It is glorious—bewildering, furious, but oh, so beautiful!” he exclaimed.
During the whole storm he watched with delight the magnificence of the scene below. The instant the storm abated he arose, and pulling his drenched clothing tightly about him strode with light tread down the mountain to his little home.
His cabin, which was at the extreme end of the mountain gap. consisted of one large chamber and two small ante-rooms. The sole inmate had trained wild grape-vines and morning glories so skillfully that the little abode was completely surrounded. Inside, one would pause to observe the cleanliness and order of the rooms. In the large room were three long windows, curiously curtained with wild columbine. An artist’s easel, a foot stool, a bench and a desk were the only articles of furniture. On the walls were the poor contributions of the painter,—lake scenes and women’s faces. One of the ante-rooms served as his bed room, the other as a living room.
As Marzo Fay skipped boyishly along, he muttered almost incoherently: “An inspiration, the storm, the storm. I’ll paint it and send it to the Boston critics and get enough money to send home to mother and Bill!”
The unhealthy flush deepened on his face, and a fiery light burned in his eves, as with a few long strides he cleared the space that lay between him and his house.
Three months had passed since the day of the great storm which had wrought such devastation in the Valley. A bird’s-eye view of the ridge showed that all was well again. Autumn had laid her hand, gently but firmly, on the summer foliage. The cool, perfumed Autumn air was refreshing and bracing.
Down the Valley at the little lodge Marzo Fay’s home stood, hurling defiance at ruthless Autumn. The vines on the walls and the flowers in the yard were, as yet, scarcely browned. Inside, on a bed of straw, lay
187]Marzo Fay; his face drawn and haggard. The sun played cheerfully through the window near the sufferer and danced, like a witch, over his coverlet. The nervous twitching of the fingers, the quick starts at unheard sounds, betrayed the failing health of the painter.
“Will they never decide?” he repeated dismally. “Five whole days since I sent it.”
Meanwhile a messenger was hastening, at white heat, to the miserable dwelling of the dying man. Hurrying down the path he came; Marzo looked out of his window, and with a wild, eager cry, raised his feeble body from the bed. The messenger entered, and was about to speak, when the consumptive cut him short, “Was it a success? Quick, tell me!”
“It was a grand success!” began the respectful agent, “and”—but he ceased speaking, for Marzo Fay with a smile and a prayerful “Thank God!” sank to his eternal rest.
The messenger could not restrain the tears that fell. “Too late,” he thought.
Today, on the east wall of the Museum, hangs a large painting—The Storm. Enraptured spectators as they gaze eagerly ask, “Who painted it?” No one knows—no one cares. Yet the peaceful spirit of Marzo Fay breathes the solemn words—“No, it was not too late.”
BY HOMER A. PIPER, ’10
It was Christmas eve. Outside the air was bitter cold and the wind howled dismally, while within the crackling fagots and radiant coals of birch cast a glow of warmth over the interior.
We had decided to spend Christmas in “true old fashioned style," as my father expressed it, so we went out to our farm home four miles out of Oconomowoc. We were sitting about the fire place cracking nuts and jokes at the same time. Our old housekeeper, Aunt Jane, was for the hundredth time telling of her early life in Scotland, and of her lover who came to America and forgot her. After Aunt Jane came over to seek work she spent most of her lifetime in our family.
“I wonder how old Davy is?” remarked my brother. This reminded me of the old, bent man, whose tired blue eyes and sad mouth reminded one of the sorrow he must have experienced. His hair was thin and gray. Except for his faithful shepherd dog, he lived alone in his little hut on the hilltop.
While we were still thinking about the old shepherd a scratching was
1881heard on the door. We opened it to let in old Davy’s dog and a gust of snow. The dog acted strangely, running worriedly from us to the door. We wondered what was the cause of his actions, and my father finally decided that we had better go and see if anything was wrong with the old shepherd.
Although we bundled up warmly the piercing cold chilled us. We followed the dog to his master’s house, where he scratched at the door and whined piteously. When we opened the door the usual light was not on the table. I struck a match and held it so we could see the cabin. There
on the floor, stretched at full length, with one hand at his throat lay old
Davy—dead. There he had lived and died alone, save for his faithful dag. It was truly pathetic, and we reverently lifted the old man to his cot.
On the table were a few well worn books and a tin box. I opened the box and found a little book and a letter. The book proved to be a diary.
“This,” I said, “we will take home and see what kind of a life old Davy lived.”
The dog refused to leave his master’s side, and accordingly we went home alone. 1 read the diary. It began in Scotland with Davy as an
ambitious young man full in love with Jeanie, the fair haired lassie
who had promised to marry him, when he should return from the paradise America, to which he was going to make his fortune. There he found work in the woolen mills and was getting along nicely. In the next entry he had gone west, and then there was a lapse of some years. We read the letter which was from a friend and told of the marriage of Jeanie to another. This then was the cause of interruption in the diary. When the diary resumed ‘the style indicated that Davy had become hardened to his sorrow.
When I finished Jane asked if she might see the diary and letter. She declared the writing to be her lover’s. It developed that the letter was written by a pretended friend who was himself in love with Jeanie. He hoped to win her'by this means.
The wrong of it! These two poor people had been living within fifty miles of each other for twenty years. During the summer while we were at Oconomowoc they were within half a mile of each other.
1891ABOUT BOB AND THE CATS, MOSTLY
BY HUGH REBER, ’09
Mv name is William Prestentine, but nobody knows that who doesn’t know that his name is James Edgeworth, and of course our last names arc both Forbes. We are twins. It is awful to be twins; one can’t realize it who hasn’t tried it; at least that is what we used to think before—but I must first tell you about Bob and Dick and Jennie and Christopher and the cats, which are too many to name here, and which we even had trouble naming, until we devised the plan of using the list of first names in the dictionary and going right through except where one was already used. We are almost half way through now—but I forgot, I must begin with Bob.
Bob’s real name is Captain Rob Roy McGregor Forbes, but we call Bob for short. My aunt calls him Robert, but that is wrong of course. He is brown and long haired and has a fine waggy tail. He barks and runs after birds a great deal, but he never catches any, and we like him very much, he having been a member of our family since he was a puppy.
Dick and Jennie are ponies, but I havn’t much to say about them, since we only got them this summer. They are both fine ponies .and we ride a great deal, for it’s good sport and “very beneficial exercise.’’
Christopher is our parrot, though I don’t know why I mentioned him at all, for he hardly comes into the story. Anybody who thinks they want a parrot ought to have Christopher for a while, he is no good, he doesn’t even swear very often.
The cats need no further mention, except that they are all very nice and don’t sing at night. The reason is, I suppose, because there’s no back fence very near, there seldom is in the country.
Now I am ready for the story. It all happened in one day. When I jumped out of bed that morning I didn’t realize it was going to be an eventful day. I began it with a pillow fight with Jim, very early, about half past six, I think.
The worst of it was that we woke the people up and they made us go to bed or get up, so we got up, and went down stairs. We hadn’t anything to do, so we were almost sorry we got up when all of a sudden Jim thought of a plan.
Jim always did think of things and get all the praise, and what makes it worse, 1 was by rights James Edgeworth, and they got us mixed until some one happened to look in the family Bible and found that the pink spot on the left arm was James Edgeworth, and that’s me. By that time we
1901had gotten so used to our names that we had to be re-christened, so ever since then I have been William Prestentine. If we weren’t twins I would know everything that he knows and that I know too.
When Jim said he had a plan I knew it was a good one, and it was. We would ride down to the stream and fish and if we got anything we would bring it home for breakfast. You see it was an awfully good idea and, of course, we started at once.
We went into the pantry and got some provisions and supplies, cookies and matches, and a candle, so we could eat in our cave, and then we went out for our noble chargers, which we had to ride bareback as there was no one to saddle them for us, and just as we were going out of the house Christopher squaked after us, “Good night, Christy,” which shows how foolish some parrots are.
When we got to the stream we turned into our secret path and came in a moment to a deep pool, where there are bushes which hide the mouth of our secret cave. It is the most secret and interesting place possible, and is really quite near the house though some distance by road. We nearly always bring the ponies for several reasons, one of them is that when we go swimming we dive from their backs into the pool, but don’t tell anybody, for they won’t let us.
Sometimes we swim and sometimes we fish, but today when we wanted to fish we couldn’t find any worms, so we had to swim, and it is always cold in the morning, though the swimming is lots of fun and this pool is a bully fine one for so small a creek. When we were done we dried in the sun, and then went into our cave, but we didn’t light our candle at once because we wanted to find an old end and use it instead, and while we were feeling around for one where it ought to be, we noticed what we never had before, a small hole in the ceiling through which we could sec light.
Of course Jim wanted to find the other end, so we went out and climbed up to where we thought it was just over our cave, though its not hard to see now that it wasn’t at all. Naturally we couldn’t find any opening, but to find out if we had the right place we began jumping up and down to see if it was hollow: Suddenly something happened—we didn’t know what
until it was all over, and all I can remember is something like a great landslide, then a short fall and an awful bump at the end against something or other, with stones on my back and head until I was almost smashed. I fell down, I know, and Jim pulled me out of the pile of stones and I found myself in a cave which wasn’t our cave and had no way in except the one we had made and it was a hole in the roof quite out of reach.
When we realized what had happened we felt mighty blue, but long before I got over my blues enough to think Jim had lit the candle and started to look for a way out.
“We’ll have to find the mouth,” he said, and when I told him that some
1911caves just ended, he wanted to find the end, or mouth or whatever it was, and he made me follow. It was foolish, but exploring is exciting and we almost forgot we couldn’t get out. It was a dry cave with very few points and none were dripping and a smooth floor, so we went fast from one tunnel to another and for an awful long way. After what seemed like an age, I thought we ought to go back, but Jim didn’t and we were going to have an argument to decide it, but just then Jim saw something, and, honest, his hair stood on end! I didn’t sec it for I was managing the candle, but I saw his hair stand on end, and I heard him sort of moan, “It’s a wild cat!”
I looked and almost dropped the candle, but instead of one I saw five pairs of eyes shining like great live coals. One reads about people whose hair turned gray in a single night; the first thing I did when I got out was to see if mine had turned, but it hadn’t. A cave is a creepy place to some people, but I never mind, but those eyes would have scared a soldier. You see we were unarmed, for although we each have a rifle, and there is a real gun in the attic, and a sword that has killed ever so many people over the study mantel, we aren’t allowed to take them when we arc alone. But even without weapons we weren’t scared more than a second, and we started to retreat as fast as we could without blowing out the candle, when what did we hear but me-ow of a cat—not a wild cat, but a common everyday cat, and what is more, we recognized it, for it was our Diana. Jim first understood, and he snatched the candle and ran back, just as something soft rubbed again me, and I picked up Eleanor, a big long haired puss.
In a moment we noticed something disappear in the corner of the wall, and we looked and there was a hole just big enough for a cat. VVe couldn’t see where it went, but when Jim blew out the candle we saw a faint light. As we watched about a dozen cats left the cave, and of course we wanted to follow them, but we couldn’t. We guessed it was long after breakfast time and we were mighty hungry, and it may seem strange, but all at once I began to wonder how in the world we would ever get out of there, and I didn’t only wonder, but I thought it would be lonesome down there in the ground, all alone, for I knew we could never find the place where we fell in again, so what were we to do? If you have never been lost in a cave you don’t know what it is like, and you may think it foolish, but I got worse and worse the more I thought about it—slow starvation I mean, with snakes and rats crawling around. We lit the candle and I looked at Jim. He was just as bad. We sat down together and I asked him:
“Aren’t you glad we’re twins—it would be awful down here all alone.”
At this Jim shook himself like Bob sometimes does, and got up in a hurry.
“Sure it’s a good thing to be twins,’’ he said, “but let’s yell,” and he ran across and began to yell in the hole. I helped and we yelled until the cave
1921talked back like a deep well does, only deeper and farther off. It was hard work yelling and we didn’t here any answer until when we were almost out of breath we heard a mighty fine sound—it was Bob’s bark, first faint and then close up.
“Hello, Bob, old fellow,” he yelled, and we could hear him wag his tail against something, and then sniff and bark like a mad dog (or perhaps mad dogs don’t bark, I really don't know), but anyway he barked and we heard a door open.
Well, you know the rest, except that it took an hour to dig a hole from the cellar to us, and that John did it, and we gave Bob a medal and a whole beef steak, which didn’t agree with him, but which I am sure he appreciated, and, by the way, when we got out Christopher yelled “Where are those bad boys now?” right in our faces. It made me so mad that I put water on him, and it was the first time he swore since—well since his cage fell down the stairs with him in it.
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Volume II ' February I. 1909 Number 23
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FUSSING; ITS INS AND OUTS (Especially its outs). By Stanley Allyn.
This work, by a professionalise explains in clear and simple language that any freshman can understand, all the intricacies of the art of scientific fussing. Cloth, $1.20; postage, 12c.
HOW TO BECOME THIN. By Graham Blackburn. Price, only
This work, written bv one who has tried and knows, explains in a comprehensive manner the secret of becoming thin and staying so. With an introduction by Forrest Krueger. To appear soon: HOW TO BECOME FAT. By William Hadfield.
A SHORT STORY OK MY LIFE. (In 24 volumes.) By Joseph W. Bollenbeck.
The public want is at last satisfied! The much needed life of Joseph W. Bollenbeck has appeared! Space would permit but a brief survey of the life of this noted individual, but in the twenty-four volumes thus far completed are treated in a brief manner a few of the principal events of the author’s strenuous sojourn in this world. His career as a candidate for the football team, as a member of the orchestra, as a newspaper reporter, and as a cross country runner are all faithfully set down in the author’s own original style. Price, $49.98. Freight, $50.00. Sold on the monthly instalment plan, $2.00 down, and two dollars per month.
THE ART OF CRIBBING.
Unfortunately the author of this valuable treatise must be kept secret, but the merits of the work speak for themselves. In this volume all the most approved systems of cribbing are explained and compared, so that anyone by following the advice of this work can shortly become an expert cribber. Many students with the help of this work have been able to improve their standings from 20 to 50 per cent. 12mo. 367 pp. Price, $1.50.
1961AN ODE TO MY SOCK. By Harold Borchsenius.
Mr. Borchsenius is undoubtedly the high school’s most charming poet. He is already very favorably known for his exquisite little lyric TO MY’ COLLAR BUTTON, and the ode will undoubtedly receive a large sale. Price, 12c.
THE DEN OF THE BLOODY THIRTEEN. By Stuart Screibcr.
Absolutely the most thrilling novel ever written since the appearance of THE COMPACT OF THE HAUNTED ROOM, by Gordon Walker.
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SOME YOUNG LADIES I HAVE KNOWN. By Albert Torney. With an alphabetical index of all young ladies treated both in this book and the “College Room.”
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CONFESSIONS OF A REAL BAD BOY. By Theodore Reed.
A spicy history of the thrilling adventures of one of the high school’s fastest youths. Includes an account of the time he actually went to the Grand. Cloth, 12mo., 3 pp., 9c. With frontispiece. Thoroughly expurgated.
I97|OUR NEXT NUMBER
Our office boy pronounces it the best he has ever seen. It will contain:
How to Digest a Hamburger. A spicy account by Tom Coleman of how he did it.
Purple Sock Tales. A new serial by Elmo Cooper, dealing with the adventures of a pioneer in the new high school.
The ’09 Ring, by Marzo Cronk.
Our readers will doubtless remember the famous ’09 ring which tried to control the ’08 Annual Board election. Mr. Cronk’s thrilling narrative gives the complete account of its downfall and his election in spite of the printed ballots. The story, from the start when the Independents protested that the fifty present did not constitute a quorum, until the final announcement of Mr. Cronk’s election by a vote of 386 to 353, is one of unequaled interest.
My Days and Nights on the Football Field. By Ned Twitchell.
How to Be a Sport on One Con a Month. By the author of Confessions of an ex-Sport. Wherein Mr. Carey absolutely disproves the common assumption that it takes three cons to make a sport.
On Looking Into Vergil's Aeneid. By Stanley Allyn. What Keats does for Chapman Mr. Allyn in this beautiful lyric docs for Vergil. Several persons who have seen the manuscript have expressed the opinion that Keats never wrote anything like this.
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Vol. 1. No. 23.
June 1, 1909
TOPIC AND COMMENT
Flunks arc not uncommon things, hut when Forrest Krueger suffered this fate in Latin the other morning there occurred an exhibition of a very unusual means of flunking. It was precisely 9:17 on that Krueger eventful morning that he was called on to translate. Did he comes to hesitate? No! Did he wish he had studied instead of staying grief. for the second show the night previous? No! Did he not
have a trusty prompter in the seat across the aisle? So as he arose he slyly winked at that individual, and that individual slyly winked at him. The contract was made.
“Not unlike this, on this side and that—” whispered the prompter.
“Not unlike this, on this side and that—,” repeated Kreuger.
“The hero was buffeted by deceitful words,” continued the prompter.
“The hero was buffeted by deceitful words,” said Kreuger.
“And concealed his cares in his heart,” said the translator.
“And concealed his cares in his heart,” echoed Kreuger.
“Then in truth Dido implored death from the Fates,” came the whisper.
“Then in truth Did implored death from the Fates,” Kreuger translated.
“For it wearies her to see the vault of the skies,” the prompter said.
Then was it the Muse of Tragedy or the fickle Fates themselves that whispered into Kreuger’s ear, or was his hearing disturbed by a flirtation across the room? At any rate this is what he said: “For it wearies her to sneeze on the vaults of the skies.”
There was an instant of amazed silence, and then in the roar of laughter that broke out, the serene voice of Miss McClernan could be heard saying, “That will do Mr. Kreuger.”
There are two kinds of wisdom; the King Solomon variety, and the ind enclosed in quotation marks. It was wisdom of this latter type that division IV. I. acquired in history the other day. On that eventful morning Miss Warning announced a quiz for some indefinite day of the next week, which caused much apprehension among those innocents. The same morning Mr. White announced a quiz for the following Monday. Now it had come to pass that Miss McClernan had announced a quiz for Monday also, hence at Mr. White announcement there was wailing and gnashing of teeth. Hut Mr. White was unyielding. He said there was a book in the office wherein all teachers registered the dates for their quizes, and when he had recorded his there was none other down for Monday, therefor he had the prior right. His statement was unanswerable, but there was one member of the class who doubtless dreaded a geometry quiz sprung on him, and determined to make use of the discussion, and so he raised his hand and asked:
“Did you see for what day our geometry quiz was set?”
Then after an anxious moment, either prompted by kindness for IV7. 1, or through innocence itself, came the answer: “Yes, it’s for Tuesday.”
And behold, there were no flunks on Tuesday.
A department devoted to removing the wrinkles from the brows of our readers.
Address all communications, which you think will require stabbing, to Eddie Babcock, others to the Editor of the Confidential Department.
“Hank” Casserly.—Y’es, paper collars are more stylish than celluloid for your proposed fussing expedition.
Walter Coleman.—No, that machine you say you saw in physics was not a sawmill, but an influence electrical machine. It is harmless.
Charles Berigan.—Yes, if you intend to take any of your young lady friends to the “Pal,” we believe it would be better to ask for a phosphate with two glasses, rather than a phosphate with two straws.
H. Borchscnius.—No, there is no law limiting the number of girls one may take to a party, but three is the largest practical number.
THRU THE STAGE DOOR CHINK
Our Theatrical Department
There is some indescribably pathetic humor which cannot fail to move ill hearers in “Written on a Cuff,” now running at the Fuller. Forrest Krueger, in the role of a student doomed to take the final, is strongly sup- orted by a well balanced company and extra joists laid under the stage. The play is a howling success with a trace of catcall, doubtless coming from :he gallery.
“Wake and call me early to flunk or not to flunk,
Wake and call me early, and rouse me from my bunk.
I haven't got my Latin, I haven’t got my Dutch,
But I’ve got a little pony, which will take the place of such A lack of information, and get me through all right,
And I’ll escape from flunking, although the squeeze be tight.”
These lines, sung by the hero the night before the final, form a fitting introduction to the last great scene. Alas, who can describe the woebegone looks and tremulous sighs, which make a funeral a gay event in comparison. In this scene Krueger is at his best, and his references to the information written on his cuff are so slyly executed that even the teacher does not notice them for some time. But alas, good fortune cannot always last, and finally he is detected. The teacher demands his cuff, and as she takes it in grim silence, Krueger, realizing all is lost unless he can regain it, makes one last appeal:
“My pony, my pony, a kingdom for my pony,” he wails in tones that would make even a stage had weep. But in vain. The stern dispenser of knowledge is relentless. “Go to the office,” comes the heart-rending command, and Krueger, seeing the worst has come, falls in a faint with the curtain.
Cije Cbentng Cat Call
Vol. 1. No. 1.
LYNCH WON’T TELL;
GOFF KEEPS MUM
Crank Scents Mystery—Allyn on the Trail.
(Special to the Evening Cat Call.)
“There is tumult in the building, in the good old high school building, and the halls are filled with pupils walking restless to and fro.”
This adaptation most accurately describes the condition in the high school building today. From the roaring furnaces up to the pretty green ventilators, the building is clothed in mystery. Little groups congregate about the doorways. “What of Tormey, what of Lester?” we hear on all sides. Had-field has consulted Laura Gilman, but without success.
“When is the Yellow Journal coming out?” is the all pervading question. Hammersley is indignant.
“Its the first of June, and I think its about time they were getting out last year’s Thanksgiving number,” “Spike” told our reporter.
“I think they ought to get out a Prom number, anyway,” said Maie Van Slyke.
“The matter ought to be investigated,” said Marzo Cronk.
Allyn cut geometry, and has been on Goffs trail all morning.
Lynch couldn’t say when the next issue would appear, but he said he hoped it would be before next September. It is rumored that in case of an investigation he will go to Europe to avoid being subpoenaed. Meanwhile we all wonder whether an investigation will ever be made.
10c 15c 25c
JOSEPH W. BOLLENBECK Soloist on the Auto Horn.
THE SINGING FROGS FROM THE ZOOLOGY LABORATORY
A WAD OF PAPER
One act tragedy illustrating magnetic attraction exercised by the contact of a wad of paper and a schoolmaster’s head on a birch rod and a pair of trousers.
1102]LOCAL AND PERSONAL
Miss Ada Pence reports her usual number of exs for last month. She is reputed to be almost as big a whale as Jonah’s.
Miss Mary Buell flunked in Latin the other morning. Our correspondent forgot to count the fainted.
Eddie Babcock, our professional sport, neglected to have his suit pressed yesterday. His young lady friends were keenly disappointed.
Jack Lester is reported to be doing well as an usher at the Fuller. Keep it up, Jack, it’s all for the high school.
Fred Goff is another of our promising young men. He promised to draw us a batch of cartoons, but we haven't seen any of them as yet.
Gordon Walker went “fussing” last night.
Harold Borchscnius has also joined the ranks of fussers. Good luck to you “Borkie.”
By the old stone church so sober, looking southward toward the square, There’s a hungry freshman wishing that he had a dime to spare.
By him moves a long procession, drawn by some superb delight,
For they’re on their way to Findlay’s for a little recess bite.
Come across to Findlay’s store,
Sure we’ve all been there before,
’Tis a trip of greatest pleasure—from old high school to Findlay’s store.
What the deuce is recess for But to let old Findlay feed us? Sure we’re going there some more.
ODE TO A CAT
O Cat! My Cat! My pussy Cat! Domestic member of thy race,
And born to feed upon the rat,
And at our fireside take they place—
O Cat! why sittest thou on the fence To vent thy voice upon the air,
And send a thrill unto my every sense, And call unto the shoes I have to spare. Hidden in black obscurity, Resting in night’s security,
O Cat! I wish that thou wert dead So I might rest upon this sleepless bed.
11031THE GAY LIFE OF FRITZIE ANDERSON
The Gay Life of Fritzie Anderson of Stoughton, Wisconsin, his brief career as a student in the Madison High School, and his Lamentable Fate, together with a most important warning.
Fritzie Anderson came to town,
From Stoughton town was he,
And he came up to Madison A student for to be.
His suit was gray, his socks were black,
His hat was only brown,
But he decided to become The sport of all the town.
He marched right up to Olson’s store And bought a hat of green,
And nineteen pair of gaudy socks And ties of shining sheen.
He got a suit of green and blue And another one of brown,
And studs and cuffs without an end,
The best in all the town.
Thus Fritzie led the sporty life.
And learned to bet and bowl,
And went to all the Students’ Clubs On the money from his roll.
He patronized the Purcell’s place,
And went to Findlay’s store,
Hagan’s, Piper’s and Kceley’s too,
And also many more.
He went to every show in town,
And at bum jokes laughed loud,
And from the heights of “nigger heaven”
Dropped peanuts on the crowd.
He learned to smoke a cigaret,
And play at billiards, too,
1104]And many other naughty things Which all good sports must do.
Thus Fritzic lived for five short weeks Mid frolic, sport, and fun,
And never tried to do his work As other boys have done.
And finally one day in school The teachers gave to Fritz Five bits of paper which revealed How he had used his wits.
These papers all were just the same They bore the letter “P,”
And when Fritz got them in his hand He laughed with foolish glee.
He thought they stood for perfect work, He wasn’t “wise” you see,
And didn’t know the ways of school As well as you or me.
That very day he sent a note Down to his parents dear,
Telling what fine work he had done Up at the high school here.
In the mail that very day Another missive went,
Addressed to Fritzie’s father, too,
And by his teachers sent.
Within that fearful envelope Were Fritzie’s marks detailed. Telling in betraying words How badlv he had failed.
Then Fritzie’s father was enraged;
It was too much to stand,
On that same day without delay He sent Fritz this command:
H05]“ ‘The frost is on the pumkin And the fodder’s in the shock,’
And we need another hand down here Tonight by eight o’clock.”
THE ANNUAL JOKE.
(Guaranteed to be the oldest joke in existence—the Methusela of jokes. Has appeared in every Annual except that of 1907.)
Freshman: “In what course do you expect to graduate?”
Sophomore: “In the course of time.”
“We have given a line and a point, to construct a line parallel to the given line through the given point. Well, we draw a line parallel to the given line through the given point. Now if that line isn’t parallel draw mother that is.
Miss Warning: “Now what axiom applies there?”
Pupil: “Every little bit added to what you’ve got makes just a little
Krueger, translating in Latin: “Shall I speak or shall I forbear?"
Class (audibly): “Forbear."
Stuart, giving topic in history: “The President appointed Merry-
widow Lewis to accompany him."
ALLYN HAD ALRIGHT.
Mr. White: “Has anyone looked up Marshall since yesterday?"
Voice from Allyn’s direction: “Y'es, I’m looking him up now."
1107]Mr. White: “How far apart were the Embargo and Enforcement
M iss Miller: “Why I don’t know, but I guess they were closely reared.”
Mr. White: “Cousins?”
“His head was floating like Ivory soap.”
“There are some people who are so good that they’re good for nothing.’’
Mr. S.: “Now, Mr. Head, where will that line go?’’
Mr. H.: “Down and out.”
Mr. T. (somewhat theologically inclined) : “The first ten commandments of the constitution were—”
Mr. W.: “I presume you mean amendments.”
Teacher: “What made Vulcan lame?”
Pupil: “Why, he had a fall.”
Teacher: “How did he fall?”
Pupil: “He was walking along Mt. Olympus, and he slipped on a
1108]Miss C.: “What is the thought of Grey’s Elegy?’ Walker: “Cheer up, the worst is yet to come.”
Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said,
As he stubbed his toe against the bed, “jin____ « ___??? oooo !!!! ?!.”
Freshman (looking rapturously to the sky) : study botany.”
“Oh! how 1 wish I could
German teacher to the first year division: “What is German?” Fresh Freshman: “The language the germs speak.”
Miss McGovern: “Jack, if 1 said you were stupid, how would you
Ye debater. 1109]Miss McClernan (in Latin): “Miss Frish, what was your last case?” Voice from rear: “Mr. Fish.”
Bollenbeck’s version: "And with these words she closed her speech in the middle, and sat down.”
GOOD FOR THE BELL.
Miss McClernan: rang too soon."
“I was going to scold you yesterday, but the bell
Pupil (reading lines “Hold my hand," etc., from Julius Caesar): “Hold my hand—"
Miss S.: “Now that’s just what 1 object too.”
Ye joys of typewriting.
Miss Warning: "How many shortest lines can we have?” Strathopoulos: “Two.”
IN PHYSIOLOGY CLASS.
Teacher: “Mr. B—d, what are the bones of the head?"
Mr. B.: “Ah—, I have them in my head, but I can’t think of them.”
Bright Freshman: “I say, can you spell dry' grass’ in three letters?” Senior: “I bite, go ahead."
B. F.: “H-a-y.”
Ye night before ye exams.
There was a young man named Fiddle Who could not accept his degree; “For he said it is enough to be Fiddle Without being Fiddle D. D.”
THE SENIOR’S TOAST.
Here’s to our teachers and parents; may they never meet.
Miss Lund (translating Vergil): down.’’
“A cornfield of weapons held him
Despairing mother: “Our Tommie will never learn anything. He
keeps running away from school.”
Father: “Don’t worry. I’ll give him a good licking, that’ll make him
Teacher: “When was the revival of learning?” Pupil: “Before the last exams.”
Said the shoe to the stocking “I’ll wear a hole in you.” Said the stocking to the shoe. “I’ll be darned if you do.”Teacher: “Wise men hesitate; fools are certain.”
Pupil: ‘‘Are you sure?”
Teacher: ‘‘I'm certain.”
Object: To form the compound of inestimable value lately discovered by the M. H. S. students in chemistry.
Method: Pass hydrogen gas over a mixture of erbium hydroxide, vanadium hydroxide, arsine, and charcoal in nitric and sulphuric acid inclosed in an air tight combustion tube and heated by as many bunsen burners as you can borrow. Cool, open tube and dissolve away all soluble substances.
Observations: Sugar and a compound of the fomula EVANS is
formed. Sugar dissolves away, leaving large clear crystals of EVANS. For description see front of book.
Reaction: E(OH), 4- V(OH), + AH, + HNOa + H,SO, + 1211 -F12C = C«HsO« (Sugar) -f- EVAN S.
Ye joys of manual training.
HIGH SCHOOL DICTIONARY.
Complied especially for the Tychoberahn.
CON. n. A common species of mark found in every one’s possession. A con will admit the holder to the five o’clock teas held by various teachers.
CRIB. n. A friend in time of need. Cribs should be carefully made out as follows: Dates should be arranged thus: 1066 1492 1776. When properly separated the above numbers will give three important dates in history'. Notes should be written on the following basis: One ton of wash
11121rrossed the Delaware that night. Although such a system generally insures :hc pupil safety from detection, cribs should be kept out of sight, as they md teachers do not agree. Pupils are not advised to follow the example of the freshman who handed in his crib to be corrected.
EX. n. A species of standing almost extinct. Tell no one you have an ex if you value your good name. Students having such marks should always produce an affidavit to that effect signed by the teacher.
EXCUSE, n. Short petition written by the pupil in his or her mother’s handwriting craving pardon for some grievous fault, such as tardiness.
FINAL, n. Examination given to all except those who have already flunked or whom there is no chance of flunking.
FLUNK, n. Mark indicating too many parties.
FLUNK CARD. n. Small card generally received every five weeks. Thoughtful pupils save their parents the trouble of reading these cards by disposing of them themselves.
OFFICE, n. Polite name for the torture place of the foolish.
PERFECT, n. A common mark. Although certain naughty pupils have told their parents this meant perfect work, it is really an abbreviation for "perfectly awful.”
PONY. n. Small animal resembling a piece of waste paper in appearance. made to fit inside the palm.
PROM. n. $5 -f- a ten o’clock breakfast.
From a theme on Milton: Milton was married and shortly after wrote
Paradise Lost.................In 1652 Milton’s wife died. His next
great work was Paradise Regained.
Ye Freshman as he sees himself in gym class. [1131?
From a Freshman’s quiz paper: He dropped his gun and Hed in all
Pupil: "May I he excused. I don’t feel well?" Teacher: "Where do you feel the worst?” Pupil: “In chemistry.”
Freshman: "How was the grub at the dog wagon last night?"
Senior: "Well, the coffee was pretty weak, and the butter was pretty strong, hut the average was alright."
Teacher: ""Fell me about the climate of Alaska."
Pupil: "It’s very mountainous.”
Teacher: "What are the vegetable products of Alaska?”
FRESH FROM 119.
Miss Danielson: "Was John Brown a negro?”
Mr. White: "Oh, no, don't let those names mislead you.”
IH4JGRIND ORGAN FAVORITES.
“Don’t you hear me softly calling, Alexander?” Dinie Wright. “I can’t just make my eyes behave.” Amita Rhodes.
“Fishing.” Ruth Frish.
“Gee! I wish I had a girl.” Harold Carey.
“Your sunny smile haunts me still.” Stanley Allvn.
“I’m so lonesome! Awful lonesome!” Harry Park.
“Alice where art thou?" Arthur Wengle.
“No wedding bells for me.” Sumner Slichter.
“Queenie was there with her hair in a braid.” Nellie Purcell. “The leader of the German band.” Elsie Leslie.
“Puff, puff, puff!” Norma Roloff.
“Pipe dreams.” Walter Coleman.
“When Jack comes sailing home.” Alice Mullen.
“Everyday is ladies day with me.” Murray McGowan.
The stage curtain. A coat of gray paint.
The audience. Smoked glasses.
The senior quotation committee. A suit of armor.
J. W. B. His name in the paper.
Marzo Cronk. Some more offices.
Teachers’ room. Some furniture.
The desks. A dusting.
Mr. White. A class room warranted positively noiseless.
Physiology—Ye joys of.
WHAT THEY NEED.
[1151Miss Jackson (translating) : “Her eyes, frightened, forgot to move.
History teacher: “Mr. Wengel, what was that queen's name. Wengel (dreamily) : “Alice.”
WHICH WAY DID SHE MEAN IT?
Teacher to pupil: most of it.”
“That was a very poor recitation because I did
Alvin Bischoff, German translator: “And still could he not her find.”
Teacher: “What do you know of the Council of Whitly.”
Pupil: “Why, wasn't he an Englishman?”
NOW WASN’T SHE SASSY?
She: “When I go to heaven I’m going to ask Shakespeare if he wrote his own plays.”
He: “What if he isn’t there?”
She: “Then you ask him.”
Ye victim uaiteth in ye “office 11161A brilliant translation.
Minister: “Do you belong to the church?” Sammie: “No, sir, I belong to the football team.'
Miss Young: "Herr B-------schliessen sie die Thucre.”
Herr B.: “I am not prepared.”
Principal parts of flunco: FI unco, fluncaway, faculty, fire ’em.
ANOTHER BRILLIANT ONE.
Pupil translating Mit der Nase riecher sir sussen Duft: “With the
lose we smell the feet of the stove."
Freshman: “Say, can you prove that white is black and black is white?”
Senior: “No, but I can prove that blackberries are red when they are jreen.”
First girl: “Did you know what happened at opening exercises the
Second girl: "No.”
First girl: “Why a girl had her eye on a seat and a boy came along and sat down on it.”
11171HERE YOU ARE, GEOMETRY SHARKS.
Can you prove this?: The line described by a pail of water from an upper window to the head of a serenader is the shortest line between the serenader and her father.
English teacher: “We will have lamb tomorrow.”
Catholic pupil (shocked): “Why, no we won’t, tomorrow’s Friday.”
Ye first principle of making omelet.
The managers of the Tychoberahn wish to impress upon the students of he Madison High School that the following advertisers have made possible he publication of this hook. They have shown their interest in the school n a most practical manner—by encouraging its activities. We, therefore, ippeal to you in the interest of future annuals to patronize the following idvertisers, in whose reliability we have the utmost confidence.
1119115his HooK. tvas
Illustrated by us
Among our other Annuals this year are the
ILLIO.......of the University of Illinois
FORESTER...................of Lake Forest College
CHINOOK.......of Washington State College
DAISY.....................of Bethany College
SAVITAR.....of the University of Missouri
TATLER..................of William Jewell College
KAW........................of Washburn College
OTTO WAN...................of Ottowa University
COSMOPOLITAN. .. .of the University of Wisconsin
ANNIVERSARY ANNUAL........of Baker University
WESLEYANA.of Illinois Wesleyan University
CUM TUX...............of Milwaukee Downer College
ARIEL.....................of Lawrence College
ECHO...........of Milwaukee Normal School
INDEX..........of Illinois State Normal University
NOR'I HER......of Northern Illinois Normal School
SILVER 'FIPS............of Platteville Normal School
GOLDEN ROD.................of Ottowa High School
NEGAUNEENSIAN.........of Negaunce High School
JUNIOR................of Rice Lake High School
STUDENT...............of Davenport High School
JUNIOR ANN I AL............of Merrill High School
SENIOR ANNUAL..............of Mexico High School
Write for an estimate on your Annual
E N G R A V ING COMPANY MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
1120)The M. H. S. Gym-Prom decorations as photographed by the Ford Studio. Photographs for reproduction a specialty.
1121]PROF. F. W. KEHL
Teacher of Dancing
309 W. Johnson and Colonial Hall
= ALSO ' -
embracing seven of the finest equipped alleys in the state ::
JAMES E. MOSELY
Books, Stationery, Athletic and Photographic Supplies
f 122 JSTART A SAVINGS ACCOUNT
Savings Loans Trust Co.
And WaJck it Grow
HALLE STEENSLAND. Preaident E. B. STEENSLAND. Secretary
N. B. VAN SLYKE. Vice-Praident E. F. RILEY. Trust Officer
ORGANS PIANOS L Phonographs
Band and String Instruments, Sheet
Music and all Musical Supplies
Easy Payment and Lowest Price :: :: buys the best quality :: ::
WISCONSIN MUSIC COMPANY
20 N. CARROLL STREET
1123]HASH'ELI. FURNITURE COMPANY
The Home of Good Furniture MADISON. WIS.
CLAYTON W. HASWELL,
President and Secretary
BREITENBACH BROS. Model Shoes; S3.00, $3.50, $4.00. Special Agents for HAN AN SHOES, $5.00 to $7.00
1124 JOlson aj d Veerkvssen Co.
Young men desire clothes that are different; clothes that are made especially for young men. Our tailoring department has the reputation of turning out the most exclusive and stylish young mens clothes in the market. We have arranged to buy these same designs worked out in Spring ready-to-wear garments. So we give you tailored clothes at ready-to-wear prices.
The Young Men’s Store of Madison —
The Store that at all times shows the largest variety of up-to-the-minute styles in Suits, Overcoats and Toggery of all kinds
•BETTER VALUES FOR LESS MONEY'
of style, elegance, fit, and durability are all catered to when you order a suit from us. Here is a combination which assures lasting patronage :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
Clothes do not maJce a man, but do ma.ke an impression. Suits to order from $25 to $40, including service. Trousers from
$6.50 to $9. .
FOR YOUNG MEN
How do you like this nobby suit. We’ve got lots like it. Come in and see. Suits from $10.00 to $40.00 with style and tailoring that can’t be beat.
Schmedeman and Baillie
25 EAST MAIN
THE PLACE TO BUY
Wholesale and Retail
Come to the Spring
The spring shoe question is now looming up with great importance in nearly everybodies’ mind.
It will afford us pleasure to show you
We depend upon our shoes to speak for themselves and they do it wonderfully well.
A. E. AUSTIN CO.
WHERE THE STYLES COME FROM
Many high school boys made to measure.
We are equipped to take orders for such as can buy themselves exclusive styles—made especial for them at a cost just a little more than ready made.
If Ready Mades Will Do
Every young man knows that we show about the classiest lot of young men's suits at $15 to $25 assembled in Madison.
ALSO THE NIFTIEST SHOES
[1271Special One-Piece Dresses
For Misses in Silk, Fancy Ginghams and Lingeries.
THE EMPIRE EFFECTS
In all the one-piece garments are decidedly attractive.
Keely Neckerman Kessenich Company
BOOKS FOUNTAIN PENS
and FOBS at the
College Book Store
412 STATE STREET
1128]About Your Laundry
We have decidedly the largest and best equipped Laundry in the city, and you will find it's worth a lot to be a regular customer of a Laundry that is capable of handling your rush orders, and granting any special favors on short notice.
TELEPHONE 172 113-115 NORTH CARROLL ST.
[ 129 JCbe Center of Attraction
to most guests is the collection of photo-graphs brought out for their inspection.
Why don’t you have some taken? Your friends must think it very strange they never see your
If you have not sat because you do not care for pictures, come and test our skill.
We guarantee you’ll like our photographs as much as you detested the old ones.
Ctjomas £ tutno fl adtson, mt0.
108 STATE STREET
Duplicates printed from E. R. Curtis, A. C. Isaacs and F. W. Curtis negatives.
Finest Work at Reasonable Prices
2 3 South Pinckney St., Madison, Wisconsin
Central Wisconsin Trust Co.
- ■■■■■ MADISON, WISCONSIN ■ ■■■
L. M. Hanks. Pres.
C. R. Van Hise P. B. Knox T. E. Brittingham
Officers and Directors
Maonus Swenson. 1st V-P.
Joseph M. Boyd. Treasurer E. C. Dodge D. C. Converse
H. L. Russell H. P. Jamieson
A. O. Fox A. L. 8anboru
H. S. Johnson ' T. C. McCarthy
F. M. Brown
Jons Barnes. 3d V-P.
D. C. Jackson C. W. Jackman
W. F. Pierstorff Torger Q. Thompson
INTEREST PAID AS FOLLOWS
For Amounts of $5 and Upwards
( 4 p
• 2 per cent per annum if left four months Per cent per annum if left alx months per cent per annum if left twelve months
Loans on Real Estate with Privilege of PART PAYMENTS Authorized by law to act aa Executor, Administrator, Guardian, Trustee or Agent for the care of Property
UNDER SUPERVISION OF BANK EXAMINER
Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter
Telephone 121 118 North Pinckney Street Madison, Wisconsin
For Exquisite Ice Cream, Sherbets and Confectionery
19 N. Pinckney St. Madison, Wis.
— SEND HER ==r-
After all, “Sweets to the Sweet” is best. When Keeley’s puts in its appearance these dainty confections convey a sentiment that is utterly lasting, whatever else you may send her.
Our Chocolates, Bon Bons, and our famous Bitter Sweets can be shipped to all parts of the country. We insure their arrival in good condition.
112 State St. Madison, Wis.
The popular, Stylish Tailor STATE STREET
TOOLS AND CUTLBRY
FOR QUALITY WOLF, KUBLY HIRSIG Cor. State and Gilman
Wholesale and retail Pianos, Organs, Musical Merchandise Phone “27"
“27" Main St. Cable Address “27
“THE STORE OF QUALITY"
14 E. Mifflin St. Next to the postoffice
PRESCRIPTION WORK A SPECIALTY
“Good Things are not Cheap;
Cheap Things are not Good”
ALL OUR GOODS ARE FULLY GUARANTEED
THE MENGES PHARMACY
Alexander Kornhauser ®, Co.
Dress Goods, Suits and Millinery
14-16-17-20 West Mifflin St.
N. Carroll Street
[1341Quality, style, material, workmanship, and price are all properly blended in
109 State Street MADISON - WISCONSIN
The Right Kind of Publicity
Good Printing — Do you always get it? We do good printing — not sometimes but ALL the time
DAIKHNC Anting and r MJUllJ stationary Co.
“Everything for the Office BOTH PHONES 20 N. CARROLL ST.
Carney Lantz Clothing Co.
11 SOUTH PINCKNEY STREET
Popular Priced Clothes
We feature young men’s suits at $12,
$15, and $18
Very latest hats $1.50, $2 and $3 New neckwear, furnishings etc.
Solid comfort goes with a pair of our Oxfords, tan and black, $3 and $3.50
YOU KNOW THE PLACE
CALL AGAIN AT
503-508 STATE STREET
FIN D L AY’S
COFFEES ALWAYS PLEASE
I IILULI1I IUI I State ai d Gilmaiv
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