National Louis University - National Yearbook (Chicago, IL)
- Class of 1920
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Y those whom vve delight
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With deep affection, therefore,
vve leave with you our Year
Book of 1920, hoping that it may
ever serve as a treasure house of
memories and inspiration.
It is with deepest love and truest
appreciation, for all the inspiration
that you have brought to us in our
work as professional women, and
in our lives as daughters of our
Alma Mater, that we dedicate this
Year Book of I920.
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Our Alma Mater
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MISS GRACE HEMINGWAY
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE, EXTEMPORANEOUS
MISS MABEL KEARNS
ASSISTANT SUPERVISOR OF PRACTICE
MISS FRANCES McELROY
MISS ANNE GOODWIN WILLIAMS
CHILD STUDY, FROEBELIAN LITERATURE, CHILD
PSYCHOLOGY, SOCIAL INSTITUTIONS
DR. LOUIS C. MONIN
HISTORY OF EDUCATION, GENERAL
MISS C. LOUISE SCHAFFNER
DR. CAROLINE HEDGER
MISS MARGARET FARRAR
GAMES, PLAY FESTIVALS I
MRS. PHILEMON B. KOHLSAAT
THEORY OF MUSIC, CHILDREN'S SONGS,
MISS CLARA BAKER
DIRECTOR OF DEMONSTRATION PRIMARY
ENGLISH, ELEMENTARY CURRICULUM
MR. FRANCIS MARION ARNOLD
INTERPRETATION OF MUSIC, INTERPRETATION
DR. CLARA SCI-IMITT
OF ART, INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC l
Miss Georgia McClellan
Miss Edith McLaughlin .
Miss Etta M. Mount .
Mr. Walter Raleigh Miller
Miss Jessie Winter .
Miss Helen Burnham .
Miss Laura Hooper
Dr. Elliot Downing
Miss Belle Woodson
. . . . . . . . Play Material
. . . Public School Methods
. Physical Expression, Folk Dancing
. Practical Gardening, General Science
. Director of Demonstration Kindergarten
. . . . . Domestic Science
. Primary Supervisor, Recorder
. . . . Nature Study
MRS. KENYON CLARK
MRS. CLARA MOODY
HOUSE MOTHER-NORTH HOUSE
MRS. POLYANNA NOURSE
MISS MARY MOODY
HOUSE MOTHER-ELIZABETH HOUSE
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Senior Class Officers
. Mary Land
. . Emily Jenkins
. . . . Gladys Britten
ulty Member Misa Margaret Farrar
Purple and Gold
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. "Impossible ls Un-American"
MISS MARGARET FARRAR
In zfirtues, nothing earthly could snrpass her."
DOIVIINANT INSTINCT: Co-operation
"We never heard her speak in haste,-
Her tones were sweet."
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Play
"As pure as a pearl, and as perfect:
A noble and innocent girl,"
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Aesthetic
"She had a pensive beautyj yet not sad."
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DOMINANT INSTINCT: Indiviclualism
"For ezfery season, she hath dressings fit."
MENTAL CHARACTERISTIC: Imagination
"She looks as clear as morning roses,
Newly washed wlth dew."
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Construction
"All vice she doth wholly refuse, and hateth
MARGARET RUTH JONES
LA GRANGE, ILLINOIS
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Rhythm
"lVho can foretell for what high cause
This Darling of the Gods was born?"
DOIVIINANT INSTINCT: Affection
"To scrw the pifcseizt age, fi ,I
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MENTAL CI-IARACTERISTIC: Attention
"Slick jweify to walk with,
I-liid witty to talk with,
:Ind picasaizf, too, to fhiizk ony."
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Social
"Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like, fool, hm' dusky hair."
DOMINANT INSTINCT: Dramatic
"Her body was so slight,
It seeiized shc' fould have floated in the sky."
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DOMINANT INSTINCT: Interest
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GRACE COWAN TATUM
L SPRINGFIELD, OHIO
Q IVIENTALCI-IARACTERISTIC: Concentration
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WEST CHESTER, PENNSYLVANIA
4 MENTAL CHARACTERISTIC: Memory
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AN you believe it? It really cloesn't seem possible that we were here
three years ago as Freshmen, listening with such awe and evident
attention to Miss Harrison's talk at our opening assembly. Weren't
we timid then? The Juniors seemed to know everyone, and the
Seniors were lovely to us, and we had never seen Faculty who were more
genuinely interested in the welfare of the girls, or more friendly with all the
students. We left that first assembly thrilled with the thought of what we
were going to become, and everyone of us was glad to be there. It wasn't
long before our class had organized with Miss Heinig as Class Sponsor, Marion
Quinlan as President. Then we were ready to sail into the mysterious seas
of Mother Play, Gift, Psychology and observation and cadeting. Besides,
we must show the juniors what real "pep" was, and with Eunice Brooks and
Elizabeth Wellman at the helm, we surely showed them. Then, after a year
of festivals, classes, cadeting, parties and general good times, Commencement
came and we had to leave our friends. But it was only for vacation. in
September we would all be back together at N. K. E.. C. except the Seniors,
and though We would miss them, we had many plans for meeting them in
September saw us back again, with more enthusiasm than ever, after
our long vacation. We were juniors now, and we surely felt our importance.
We enjoyed the new responsibility of looking out for the Freshmen, and did
our best to entertain them.
We were delighted with our new cadeting assignments and the promise
of a course with Dr. Monin. Many of our studies were continued from
Freshman year and these, at least, were not such mysteries as they had been
The monotony of our work was broken early in November by the Peace
celebrations. We will never forget the excitement of those two days. Soon
came the Thanksgiving Festival and then Christmas with hardly a breathing
space between. January is always gloomy, but the dance at the end of the
month broke the gloom. February brought a Valentine Play, and after that
how the time flew! Soon it was time for Easter vacation, and before we
knew it, people were talking about Commencement again. This time we
were more loath to have it arrive. So many of us were leaving for "good
and all" with the promise of fine positions for September. It was a time of
tearful farewells, though some of us had the Senior year ahead.
At last we are Seniors! Though we couldn't get used to our size at
first, the interest in our work and our kindergartens, where many are directors,
was so great that we forged ahead. Extemporaneous speaking and Debates
were not quite as awful as we imagined them, and Dr. lVlonin's Psychology
was splendid. Our assemblies were fun, and we enjoyed giving them, though
we did sit back and watch the Juniors and Freshmen with considerable relief.
The festivals and parties are nearly over now. We are about to attend our
last Commencement as students, and we are sorry to leave, though we know
that the Juniors, to whom we pass the torch, and bequeath our dearest tradi-
tions, will guard them and follow them, as Seniors have always done in the
loyal, true spirit of all daughters of N. K. E. C.
A is for a girl whose name is Adelleg
At N. K. E. C. she's liked very well.
B is for Black, who a husband does claimg
To hear her talk, you'd know he'd won fame.
C is for Cadeting, the Freshman's fateg
Also for papers handed in late.
D is for Directors, fine ones we makeg
The name of the College, you see, is at stake.
E is for Emily, a demure little maid,
As a teller of stories, she ought to be paid.
F is for Farrar by nature and nameg
When it comes to a good time, you'll find she is game.
G is for Gladys, who with Mildred does teach,
ln Art Class, an A -l- she's trying to reach.
H is for Hope for the coming yearsg
With N. K. C.'s training we need have no fears.
l is for Iris, a House Mother so sweet,
You know her, l'm sure, she's so slim and petite.
is for Jones, who has nimble feet,
As a director of plays, she cannot be beat.
is for Kicking, which many will dog
It may be yourself if this poem knocks you.
is for Land, head of our class,
Everyone knows she's a lovable lass.
is for Mellinger, Marie and for Mabel,
Don't you Wish you knew who made up this fable?
is for Noise in the library killed,
The voices of Freshmen at last have been stilled.
is for Observe, long hours we have spent:
North, South, East and West, all over we're sent.
is for Priscilla who often comes lateg
Also for Peggy, so neat and sedate.
is for Question, "Who committed the crime
Of having the nerve to publish this rhyme?"
is for Rules Student Council lays down,
Also Respect for the Faculty frown.
is for Schulz, from Arizona she halesg
She's always on hand at those doughnut sales.
is for Tatum, who has Mrs. attachedg
Also for Thorpe, a shark quite unmatched.
is for Upham, who edits this book,
You'll think it is fine when you've had a good look
is for Vigor, with which we'll begin:
And for the Victory we surely will win.
is for Willingness, which we all assume,
When G. H. has an errand to some other room.
is for Xcellence, we all hope to claim,
As Teachers of children-that is our aim.
is for You, who this ditty has ready
Don't you think your remarks sound better unsaid?
is for Zenith, the height of our fame,
That N. K. and E.. C. will help us to claim.
President . .
Class Faculty Member .
Flower . .
Motto . . "We will find a
. Jane Felker
. Paula Post
. Marion Mann
Miss Mabel Kearns
Gold and White
. Sunburst Rose
way or make one.'
History of the Junior Class
E, the junior Class, have reached the parting of the ways, and the
future is stretching out like a shining white road before us, White
with hope and shining with success. To some will come the first
real teaching experience, and even now many Juniors' dreams are
haunted by the vision of the "first day." To the rest, the Senior year, upon
which we all would like to embark, if we only could, stands as a buffer
between them and the problem of teaching independently.
The two years that have elapsed since that September day when we
registered as students of N. K. E. C. have seemed miraculously short for the
accomplishment of the change that is evident in every one of us. New under-
standing, new purpose, a new field has been opened to us. We belong to a
professiong we are workers of the world, and, above all, We are the friends
of little children everywhere.
We came together from the four corners of the country, with nothing in
common except a desire to understand and help little children. Our Freshman
year succeeded in unifying the class and in bringing us all together in a close
comradeship and interest. Our junior year has helped to deepen the feeling
and will lead us out of the community which we have formed into our inde-
pendent fields of work in the world, from which we came. We will go with
a new spirit of right living, of service and of brotherhood. All this inspiration
and community feeling is ours to take with us, and thereby to enrich the world.
We have had a privilege that our "little sisters" of the Freshman Class
this year have missed, that is, we have had Miss Harrison with us, and for
that reason we feel more than the usual responsibility to live up to her ideals
and to carry on her work, each in her own small sphere. We are the nearest
to President, in the sense that we bear her latest words in our hearts, and
consequently we must prove the most worthy of her daughters.
Our early Freshman experience had for its purpose our preparation for
kindergarten cadeting. Through class organization with Isabel Boyd as Presi-
dent and Miss Kearns as Class Sponsor, and many social gatherings, we were
made to feel part of a community, and gained self-confidence by the knowl-
edge that back of everyone of us stood an organization that was "for" us.
Through our classes in the theory of education, we learned to observe children
intelligently, and form some standards of right teaching. Through observa-
tion, we were allowed to absorb the kindergarten atmosphere, and the spirit
of it crept into our hearts unawares. Then, as a climax, at the psychological
moment, we were plunged by our kindergarten assignments into the real
activity of practice-teaching. After that, our other activities merely supple-
mented our actual experience.
Busy, happy days followed in such rapid succession, that each fairly trod
upon the heels of the day preceding it.
Commencement Day dawned all too soon, and we bade tearful good-
byes to our Seniors, reluctant good-byes to our Juniors, and anticipatory good-
byes to the girls of our own dear class. On this particular day, the late after-
noon sun gleamed softly on the white diplomas in the hands of the white-
robed young teachers, who will never forget to classify people as possessing
either Hgraciousness, goodness, Godliness or grit."
We came back in the fall of I9 l 9, radiant to see old friends, and antici-
pating new friendships. With a new President, Dorothy Edinger, as our
leader, we were one big family, all happy to be reunited, and eager to begin
work under Miss Kearns' enthusiastic guidance. The Thanksgiving and
Christmas Festivals put new meaning into our work, and the course this year
has brought us in contact with new and unusual phases of life and education.
New elements have been introduced that have broadened our horizons and
elevated our viewpoints on all matters pertaining to human life. For our
most helpful inspiration in the art of living, we are indebted to Dr. Monin,
and in the laying of a good foundation upon which we may practice this art.
As our Commencement draws near, let us give a toast to the shining
white road. May it never be dimmed or less white because our feet have
The Juniors are a jolly bunch-
That, everyone knowsg
They're full of pep and always in step
With everything that goes.
The Juniors are a talented bunch,
And l'm going to prove it, too,
And l'm sure you will agree with me,
There is much the Juniors can do.
Dorothy Edinger and Betty Perrigo
Are our dancers sprightly,
While Doris Payne's lithe fingers
Run over the keys most lightly.
'Tis a joy to sing when Isabell Boyd
Our Chorus Class doth lead,
And a pleasure to listen when Margaret Kimball
From Mr. Surette doth read.
When lda Shand is asked to sing,
The room is quiet as can beg
And when Edna May Murray dances the Tickle-toe
The girls lean forward to see.
Edyth Pyle makes a dandy vamp,
And Marie Martin a wonderful villaing
While Anne De Blois is the best cheer-leader
The girls ever had to drill 'em.
lda Sugarman plays the fiddle,
And Dorothy Kerr knows how to ragg
While Dorothy Stibbs comes along with her Uke
And sits down in the middle.
Dorothy Kurzenknabe is the president
Of the well-known Gossip Alley,
While Norma Frosh tells all she knows
About Esther Cummings' handsome beaus.
Laura Hill is a jolly girlg
She and Sara Boone are twins,
While Edith Leonard has a laugh very clear,
And Paula Post a smile that wins.
Catherine Hansen makes the posters
Of all the things that the Juniors dog
And now l'm sure that you will say
There are not many things that the Juniors don't do.
But there is still one thing that we juniors do
So earnestly that each heart burnsg
We love and admire our Class Sponsor true-
Our own dear Mabel Kearns.
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President . . Miriam Lerrgrielrer
viee-Preeie1erir . . Gladys Peril
Secretary . . . Muriel Fee
Treasurer . . Jeeepliirie Krinbill
Class Faculty Member . Mies Laura Hooper
The Freshman Class History
HEY sat side by side in "Ye Olde Curiosity Shop," the College couch
and the College clock. The hour was past midnight, and that is the
time that the fairies and goblins roam about and chairs and things
can talk "even as you and I." The old, old couch and the older clock
had been talking for half an hour.
"Well, old timer," said that upholstered relic of more prosperous days,
to the clock that had been silent for nigh on to nine or ten centuries, "you
must know the class of '2 l. They were the brightest, peppiest fisn't it queer
to use such a word in these times, one never hears anything like that now-a-
daysj best, most congenial, most illustrious and famous class the N. KJE.
College ever had-so I guess that's the one all right, all right!"
"Yes, yes! That is the one I mean," ticked the clock, for, you must
remember even a run-down clock can converse freely in the Uwe sma' hours."
i'You know," it continued, "my memory is just beginning to slip a cog every
once in a while. That surely is a sign of old age."
"My, my," mused the moth-eaten couch, 'ithat was so long ago. I can
still remember the day they came. I had felt a stirring in my sawdust and
tapestry that something unusual was going to happen soon, for never before
had I received such a thorough cleaning. I was Sure that it was some gala
occasion-and it was!
"They came the tenth of September, full of enthusiasm, curiosity, and a
vague, quiet wisdom of things that be. They did look a little dazed and
awkward, I will admit, but they all do at first.
"Then came their first meeting! My! how proud they were. The
Senior President, Mary Land, called them all together and initiated them
into the dark mysteries of 'Class Spirit.' I heard enlivening, animated con-
versation about that meeting. They had selected what they called-Oh, let
me think! My brains are so full of dust it is hard for me to re-Ah! I have it!
class officers-they were. I've always prided myself on my keen ears-for I
managed to make out who those officers were from the mad jumble of talk
that went on about me. There was Miriam Longnaker for President, whatever
that may beg Gladys Paul, Vice-President, Muriel Fee, Secretaryg and Jose-
phine Krinbill, Treasurer. Then they had a class-er-Sponsor, Miss I-Iooper,
a really sweet, youngish person, who smiled at me every time she passed. I
liked her! A
"Then one day, the assembly piano told the floor, and the floor came
right out to tell me about the wonderful dramatic ability the Freshman Class
contained. They gave some truly fine assemblies, one of which was 'Neigh-
bors,' by Zona Gale. Then there was 'The Seven Most Important Points in
a Girl's Life,' and the piano said it was so realistic she had to cry because it
reminded her so much of her own girlhood.
"This class was the 'beatenest' you ever saw! They gave the most
original parties! One was a barn dance, and the apple cider was so good
many of the girls declared it had a 'kick' in it. I do know for a fact, 'cause
the steps came running down to tell me, that they ran out of it, so it must
have touched the spot.
"The best of it was that the Juniors and Seniors recognized this superior
and unusual talent, too. For about a week I sheltered many a shivering, green
ribbon ankle bedecked Freshman, who was trying to sing all the words to
'The Wearin' of the Greenf H
"Then, one day, I remember," broke in the clock, who had been vainly
trying to add his praises to this class of great renown, "there was the most
excitement in the middle room."
"Yes, I remember that too" resumed the couch, "and although I stretched
my spring, so it never did go back in shape again, I couldn't see a thing
but a lot of bobbing, howling heads, and I didn't dare to speak, for I knew
I would be promptly sat on if I did-I always am, or was, you know. Later
the Bulletin Board told you, and don't you remember? You told me that
the assignments for Freshmen Kindergarten were up. That explained it, I
really should have remembered from the other years-but I hadn't.
"A few girls came to me and wept, much to my discomfort, for I do
take cold so easily. But most of them jumped up and down on me until I
thought that every last spring in my body was broken. From then on, I
heard enough to write a book on 'One of my little boys said-.' I held out
great hopes for that class, and, do you know, I'm not one bit disappointed
in any of them?
No, indeed, that class has exceeded all expectations, and I
wish I could see them again. Oh! dear!" and as the couch sighed a shiver
ran through it, the springs broke with a long whang, and down into a
dilapitated heap it fell.
Grey dawn peeped in at the window, and with a final whire-r-r-r the
clock stopped its ticking, and once again mere mortal reigned.
Rah, rah, rah!
Rah, rah, rah!
Rah, rah, rah!
My! it's great to be a Freshman
And belong to '2l,
"Always ready" is our motto,
And we always are: "For Fun."
We're a peppy bunch of sisters,
And, of course, we're brothers, toog
We act our very best all time,
And that's pretty hard to do.
Because when we get started
On a good old water fight,
It's hard to have to stop at ten
And turn out all the lights.
We've the best old bunch of town gir s
That the school has ever hadg
They're hardly ever late to class,
And they're never very bad.
When we took the dreaded field trips,
We didn't fuss a bitg
But got right up and started out,
The Sand Dune trail-to hit!
It seems that our cadeting
Has canceled most our pep:
No-l'd better say "subdued" it,
For we're still that Hpeppy rep."
As in all else our teaching
Outshines e'en men of fame,
For the way we handle hand work
ls a wonder-without name.
We have to hand it to the Seniors
And the joyous Juniors too,
For the noble way they helped
To drive away the "Homesick Blues
But we never could have risen
To our height of glory bold,
Were it not for our dear sponsor,
Who is worth her weight in gold.
Of course, we'll be here next year,
But as Juniors we'll be known-
So don't forget-our Upeppy rep,"
Plus the good seeds we have sown.
Leaves From a F reshman's Diary
Feb. I, l0:00 P. M.
Gee, but the house is quiet tonight! Instead of eating, drinking, and
being merry, everyone is working, for tomorrow we cadet. Jean is sewing
in the hem of her skirt fit's been out for over a monthl. She said it would
never do for her to be surveyed by the eagle eye of a director with her skirt
full of pins. Grace is manicuring her nails. Her hands always look like a
Cutex ad, but she has to play the piano in her kindergarten and she heard
that her director is a very particular personage. Marie is studying her Cur-
riculum note book. She says she just knows she will have a slow child, a very
active child, a timid child and a very stubborn child, all at her table, and
she wants to know how to manage them. Betty just came up from the
laundry room, where she has been pressing her suit. She suggested making
fudge, but everyone else is too busy and I can't make decent candy. Alice
Day came in to inquire about what we thought Miss Baker meant by 'iwearing
a touch of color." She says they are having quite a discussion down on
second. Well, guess l'll set the alarm for six bells and go to bed. l'm glad
l can go to sleep with the light on, the kids would never listen to turning
it off now.
Feb. 2, 8:30 P. M.
Too tired and sleepy to write much. Got up at six, dressed, went to
breakfast, couldn't each much, too excited. Lois and I started for kinder-
garten early. Reached there at 8:20. Never felt so awkward and embar-
rassed in my life. Know l appeared exactly as unnecessary as I felt. Couldn't
sing a note, just squealed. ln games, stumbled over everyone's feet, including
my own. At table period, it wasn't so bad, because my director had the
children at my table string beads. Frederick choked on a bead, but that's a
small matter fat least, l think it was Frederick who put the bead in his mouth
instead of on the string, but I can't remember which name belongs to which
childl. At noon received a lot of directions, but l'm so bewildered I can't
remember whether I should put the blue linen scarf on the piano or on Miss
Olson's table. When I got back to the dorm, not a bit of mail waited to
cheer me on my weary way. Oh! 'tis a gay life, and the first hundred years
are the hardest. ltis 8:50 and the other girls are all asleep. Wonder what
dress I had better wear tomorrow? My bed calls. Good night.
HE Faculty of N. K. E. C. is unusual in that the members have so wide
a range of interests outside the College classroom. Several are en-
gaged in practical work with children. Dr. Schmitt is a member of
the Child Study Department of the Chicago Public Schools, and has
conducted some interesting investigations into the causes of retardation and
failure. Dr. l-ledger is a practicing physician and a lecturer for Child Welfare
under the McCormick Memorial Fund. Mrs. Kohlsaat is supervisor of music
in the public schools of Winnetka, and has an unusual opportunity there to
direct the musical interests of the entire community. Miss Schaffner teaches
art in the Chicago Public Schools, and Mr. Miller for many years has been a
teacher of science in the Francis W. Parker School. Three members of the
Faculty are directing practice kindergartens of the College: Miss Williams in
the Kenwood-Loring School, Miss McElroy in the Faulkner School, and Miss
Farrar in one of the public schools in l..a Grange. Miss McLaughlin is a critic
teacher in the Parker Practice of the Chicago Normal. Miss Winter and Miss
Clara Baker are directing the College Demonstration School, while Miss
Kearns and Miss Hooper are kept in touch with the practical work through
supervision. Miss McClellan has done a noteworthy work in correlating
church and community through the kindergarten that she conducted for so
many years at the First Presbyterian Church.
Some members of the Faculty are teaching in other colleges or training
schools, and several are writers and speakers of note. Dr. Monin is Dean of
the Faculty at the Armour Institute of Technology. Dr. Downing is a pro-
fessor of natural science at Chicago University, and the author of several
books. Miss Mount is joint Director of the Columbia Normal School of
Physical Expression. Mr. Arnold is teaching classes both at the Columbia
College of Expression and the Chicago Normal School of Physical Education.
Miss Hemingway is a speaker and a story-teller of considerable note. Miss
Edna Baker is known through her many addresses before Mothers' Clubs,
Parent-Teacher Associations and various educational conventions. She is an
authority on Religious Education for Beginners, and is at present writing a
First Book in Religion to be used in day schools. Miss Harrison is the author
of many well-known books, and has for years been a widely-sought speaker
at Mothers' Clubs and educational assemblies.
The Faculty as a organization meets twice a month on the second and
fourth Tuesdays. ln addition to the transaction of business a period is de-
voted at every meeting to educational study. Each member of the Faculty
presents during the year a book review, submits the report of an original
investigation, or conducts a discussion upon the subject of his or her particular
interest. The program is followed by a dinner where current topics are dis-
cussed. Of special interest this year have been the many charming messages
received from Miss Woodson and Miss Harrison, who have been spending
the winter in Alabama.
An Ode to the Faculty
We wonder why it is this year
That all of you grade so lowg
We used to stand an A -lr chance,
But now-it isn't so.
The Seniors think it very rude
To give them such a blowg
The Juniors know they're worth much more,
COne of them told me sol.
The Freshmen hope it isn't true
That grades decrease with years,
'Less looks are deceiving-it must be so,
For that's surely the way it appears.
We are sure it's the Faculty's fault and not ours,
'Cause we study all day and all night,
And when we are called on to give Mother Plays,
Miss Williams says that we do it all right.
But, oh! we poor juniors who struggle with art,
It's fascinating-but so tryingg
We don't mind designing a thing once or twice,
But six times makes us feel like retiring.
Dr. Hedger has given us lots of fresh air,
While Miss Mount-correct posture demandsg
Miss McClellan has taught us to live with our blocks,
And Miss Kearns how to work with our hands.
Dr. Monin inspires us far beyond words
With the lectures he's giving this yearg
Mr. Miller has awed every Freshman with this:
i'What makes deserts" and Uatmospheren?
But, of course, with all of our work
We do have a little play,
And just you imagine us getting along
Without Miss Farrar "Circus Day."
Here is a question that l almost forgot to ask
And one that l wanted to know at the first:
Why is it Miss Kearns and Miss Hooper, too,
Always observe when the children are worst?
Oh, do let us thank you for all you've done,
Even though our poor grades were distressingg
And maybe, who knows, you'll surprise us next year
By marks that show we're progressing.
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Student Women's Christian Fellowship
HIS year the Student Women's Christian Fellowship has had an even
bigger place in our lives and activities than it has ever held before. It
has really come to be a very vital part of our College world, focus-
ing and centralizing our activities, and bringing us into close touch
with the other student women of the world. Fellowship no longer means
just Chicago-it means everybody, for by corporate action of the Fellowship,
it has become international, and now any student woman anywhere has a
right to our Fellowship pin. A
We have had six jolly all-Fellowship Get-Togethers. At the first of
these, held at the Blackstone just after the opening of school, we had as guest
of honor, Mrs. Margaret Sidney Lothrop, author of the "Five Little Peppers,"
who told us in her charming manner the circumstances of the writing of the
book, and gave us the real family touch which made us all want to "Keep
together and grow up so that the little brown house won't be ashamed of us."
After our big Fellowship circle, including all of the various professions, we had
a most exciting tour of inspection through the hotel. ln November our guest
was Miss Zona Gale, whose charming personality means even more to us than
her message, inspiring as it was. Glad indeed are we that she belongs to our
family. Our December Get-Together had two big features, and altogether it
was a splendid meeting. Dr. Wedderspoon gave us "Beside the Bonnie Brier
Bush" in such a way that we felt the real worth of the Scotch folk, and were
richer for having known them so intimately through his vivid presentation of
the life in Drumsheigh. Then, before and afterward, too, we held a bazaar,
thought of, planned for, and worked up in exactly nine days. The various
professions had arranged attractive "Christmassy" booths in which they sold
everything from chicken sandwiches to collars and cuffs, and a festive time it
was indeed, and incidentally a financial success. ln February we had a fine
Fellowship party at the American College of Physical Education. Miss jane
Addams, at our March meeting, told of her experiences in Germany under
the American Friends' Service Committee. It was indeed a great pleasure
to have her as our guest, and we like to remember that she too wears the
Fellowship pin. In April Mme. Louise Homer was part of the Fellowship
circle, and as her wonderful voice joined with us in the singing of the Fellow-
ship hymn, we felt a little more deeply than ever before what Fellowship
One of the parts of the Fellowship here in our own school this year has
been the Fellowship Bulletin Board, on which is posted the Fellowship calen-
dar and notices, and the poster for the month announcing the program for
Vespers each Sunday evening. It has also been our custom to put up there,
from time to time, clippings or quotations that seem to express the Fellowship
spirit. We find to our great delight that the bulletin is watched almost as
closely as the class schedule.
Our circle meetings we have held in the dormitories every Sunday even-
ing, immediately following tea. The first Sunday of the month Miss Pearson
is with us and our doors are thrown wide open to the Student Women of
Chicago. These Vespers have been the loveliest part of the day and the
inspiration for the week to follow, and we want at this time to express our
heartfelt thanks to those members of the Faculty and the student body, and
to the outside friends who have given so generously of themselves to make
these meetings a success.
We have not room to tell of all the special Vesper guests, but we must
at least mention our great privilege in having Mrs. Andrew Maclseish tell us
of the Kindergarten in the Orient. Another time Julia Ling told us of the
little children in her own China. We had a great musical treat when Mr.
Kurzenknabe came with his twin brother to play for us-the piano and cello.
Dr. Waters, President of our Board of Trustees, spoke to us one Sunday
evening, and at another time Mrs. B. F. Langworthy gave us her message.
It is at these times, when we stop for a moment in the midst of the busy
whirl, and think a little more deeply of the things that count most in our lives,
that we realize what a wonderful thing it is to work, to live, and to be happy.
Student Council has played an important part in the activities of this
year. It forms an ideal medium through which the students may present
problems to the Faculty, and the Faculty may come into closer sympathy and
understanding with the student body.
A new member was added this year who was sent by the Elementary
Club. The Council now has for its members Miss Baker and Miss Heming-
way, the Class Sponsors, the officers of each class, the President of Student
Government, the Editor of the annual and the new President of the Ele-
The first problem which was taken up was the Class Assemblies, which
have proved very successful. They have been a great factor in creating a
deeper school spirit, and the game clays especially were an excellent means of
making the girls better acquainted with each other.
What can be said of the Festivals which would give them the honor they
are due? The memories of these beautiful, solemn and significant assemblies
will linger with us always and be a source of inspiration for many years to
But there are other memories which we owe to Student Council. just
before Christmas we received word that our school was to send a delegation
from the students and the Faculty to the Student Volunteer Convention.
Through the efforts of the Council members we were privileged to have a
representation at this wonderful gathering.
When the time came for a College Dance, there was a controversy over
the place in which it was to be held. A vote was taken and the dormitory
came out on top. Thus the first school dance was held in the dormitory and
we are not sorry, for it was a tremendous success.
The last accomplishment of Student Council came through a suggestion
from a member, that we present a play and use the proceeds to purchase a
stage fancl perhaps some clayl some equipment. This suggestion was carried
out, and we shall never forget "The Maker of Dreams" as the loveliest fantasy
that we ever beheld.
There are problems yet to be solved, but because of this organization
we have great faith, and we know that no matter what the task may be, we
will attack it with the same enthusiasm.
Flower: Red Rose. Colors: Red and Green.
During the year I9 l 9 and '20 an Elementary Club was organized. The
purpose of this club is to bring about everywhere a joyous and purposeful
life for the children in the primary grade by keeping in touch with the work
of the National Primary Council and endeavoring to support its aimsg by
working individually to bring more activity, more freedom and closer correla-
tion with the kindergarten in the primary school roomg by urging open-
minded enthusiastic girls to take the primary course at N. K. E.. C.
The members have taken a special interest in the work of this year, and
there is every indication of the continued activity and growing enthusiasm for
the work in the years to come.
President ..... Bernice McNair
First Vice-President H8261 Tl101T1aS
Second Vice-President . Violet Rush
Secretary . . . . . Bess Hauser
Treasurer . . Nlaryisabel Pickard
fWith apologies to the Author of "Can You Make a Cherry Pie, Billy Boy
Have you entertained your class, Sponsor Dear, Sponsor Dear,
Have you entertained your class, Charming Sponsor?
l have entertained my class
But, alack and alas,
There were reasons why a bunch did not appear.
Will you punish them next year, Sponsor Dear, Sponsor Dear,
Will you punish them next year, Charming Sponsor?
Yes, l'd punish them next year
But the darlings won't be here-
I'll forgive them like any loving mother.
Did those present have some fun, Sponsor Dear, Sponsor Dear,
Did those present have some fun, Charming Sponsor?
Yes, those present had some fun-
A spaghetti race was run-
But the Russian and Italian always won.
What did you do then, Sponsor Dear, Sponsor Dear,
What did you do then, Charming Sponsor?
Oh, a play we went to hear,
And the Hull House players cheer
When they ably proved the best of us were queer.
Do you love your Senior Class, Sponsor Dear, Sponsor Dear,
Do you love your Senior Class, Charming Sponsor?
Yes, I love my Senior Class,
Individually and en masse,
Here's to happiness for every single lass!"
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Michigan on the day of days for N. K. E.. C. A new year had
begun and such surprises as were in store for dear old Main. The
chief blow to Stately Marienthal was the gang of "ever-ready"
Freshmen who have more than once threatened to blow up the place. Only
a few of the upper classmen returned-such as Veda, lsabel and Mary-oh!
and, of course, Paula and Edith were on deck along with Dot Kerr, Wilma,
Pauline and Grace. lt seems that the beach parties made a great hit-every-
thing tasted so good and all the girls were in glowing spirits. One sad event
took place, though, on our beach party. It was the beginning of probation and
about twenty uninitiated members of N. K. E.. C. tried to play a joke on the
Juniors by hiding in a dark corner on the beach. Consequently, when time
came to hit the homeward trail, they were left behind. All ended well, how-
ever, for the lost sheep were returned to the fold, safe and sound. Of course,
every young freshman was wildly excited over the first goop partyg but the
acquaintance with goops has long since been regretted 'cause "That's where
our money goes!" U
All of a sudden in walked October clothed in whispers of initiation. The
poor Freshmen looked wise, but knew nothing. During probation all the
Seniors and Juniors took a vacation while those of 'ZI toiled for them and
grew thin. At last initiation came-and what a sigh of relief was breathed
by everyone! Even the upper classmen seemed glad to have it over with,
because rumors "went 'roundn that the Freshmen were hard to handle! Then
came the first dance. Marienthal was elaborately clothed in autumn array
and all the girls looked utoo good to be true." We all had a peach of a
time, even the chaperones.
Nothing special happened over here for a long time after the dance until
one night a gang of our wildest made a descent upon another's room. Noth-
ing was left whole. Meta and .Ian were the victims and l think D. Taylor and
Lucy headed the raid. This livened things up and until Thanksgiving vaca-
tion no one had a moment's peace. The thrill of that first vacation put every
one in a state of frenzy and for four long days old Main had a delightful rest.
December flew by and before we knew it we were again decorating our
"best" rooms, this time not for a dance, but for the Christmas Party. It was
the loveliest party we've ever had. Santa Claus was real and he told us the
best story and every little boy QI and girl was happy. Why shouldn't he
be, though, didn't Santa Claus give each one a present and didn't Miss
Harrison send a stick of candy to every good little boy and girl? After the
party, all shut their suitcases, shook a final farewell and were homeward bound,
carrying with them smiles from ear to ear. This time Marienthal was all
cleaned up and looked very happy and fresh. But on january 5th she re-
ceived another blow, for the most homesick bunch of youngsters she had ever
seen came trailing back, one by one. For almost two weeks no one stirred
until one night second floor came up to visit third. Room 8 appeared nobly
arrayed in gowns of long ago and Tillie and Marguerite, also Betty, followed
the bandg we really clidn't know Muriel and Helen were such "band men."
But wonders will never cease, for a few nights later our own little Fernery
threw an egg Cof questionable repl out the window and accidently hit our
neighbor, Mr. Jones.
By February everyone was "broke," so to see all of us pull out our
clothes for a sale was no surprise at all. Harriet and Mildred made heaps of
money that night. We planned to rob them, but the money was spent before
we carried out the plan, so Dahlia, Blanche and ,Ian pulled off great sales a
few nights later. The Valentine Dance was great! Even the men had to
Mrs. Shellenberger left us in March and for a long time we were
orphans. Miss Hooper and Miss Kearns sort of adopted us though, so we got
along very happily until our new mother came. Miss Hooper and Miss
Kearns gave the most delightful party of welcome for Mrs. Nourse and we
were all invited. My! but we had fun-got to stay up till eleven o'clock.
We all think just everything of Mrs. Nourseg she's the kind of mother every-
Another vacation started this month, but before that you must know
what some very fresh Freshmen did to Edie's and Polly's room. It was a
still night when the two Juniors were elsewhere that we entered-Glad Rowe,
Dot and the rest of us. We pitched in on all fours and made the regular
well-known "Dorm" hash out of the contents of Room l 6! Every visible piece
of wearing apparel was tacked to the walls and ceiling, the Waste baskets were
upset, the beds were torn to pieces, chairs were suspended in air and, last but
not least, a lovely collection of fruit was distributed among the raiders. Of
course, as Polly said, "lf I wasn't so good-natured l'd be mad!" and a right
good cause she had, too!
Vacation days came and went, the girls returned, work began, but cadet-
ing kept us too busy, we had no time for "foolishness" Our mid-year girls
all are peaches, they became part of us right away and now we couldn't do
without them. Qutside of Bess' daily phone call andthe proctor's nightly
visit nothing more happened until the Spring Dance. Marienthal was lovely
in orchid and cherry blossoms that night and the dance was a "whiz," even
the punch had "raisins" in it, so they said! Great things are awaiting us next
year, for most of our good old gang will return to Marienthal, the best
G. K. P.
ARLY in September a passer-by on Michigan between Twenty-ninth and
Thirtieth streets might indeed have wondered at the suitcase brigade,
and the destination of many young ladies Hdolled up" in their new
fall suits and hats. It was rather lively at the four dormitories. At
Maine, North House and Elizabeth House were most of the new girls. Avilla
House seemed to have been reserved for the Juniors. Every one came back
full of pep and ready for a good time. Our own Mrs. Clarke was here to
greet us, and how happy we all were to think of being with her another year.
We had a kimona party the first week, and introduced the few new girls
in the house to the mysteries of Avilla. Of course, the "Vic," piano player
and "Goops" were the most important part of the party. Third Hoor has
celebrated every Thursday night with a "feed"--most wonderful things to
eat. On the second floor Bridge Clubs have been very popular. Throughout the
house have been the birthday feasts of each girl with real food from home.
Avilla House auction sales ought really to be listed with the social news
of the house. They were heaps of fung some people were a few dollars to the
good, and most of us were able to appear in public for rather, attend classes,
Later in the year we had another kimona party, but it really was more of a
masquerade. Laura Hill and Van Swanson were worth the price of admission.
It was almost impossible to get a dance with either of them. lde Shand with
blonde hair was another side show. Everyone had as much of a circus get-
ting ready for the party as they did after they got there.
And, now, we are all beginning to dread having June come, for most
of us won't be back. We really do envy the girls who, by getting up at five
o'clock one cold morning, succeeded in getting a room for next year over in
A. B. A.
HE new dorm at North House at 2918 has certainly been well initiated
by twenty-two girls, who are full of pep. Of course, the girls at
North House think that they have had a happier time and more fun
than the girls of any of the other dorms. It was during the second
month that we gave our house warming. We dressed up our rooms to reflect
our spirits, and invited the Faculty and the girls from the other dorms to help
us celebrate. After we had shown the guests our home, we danced and
sipped frappe and munched chocolate cookies, which are our specialty at
We have had several kimona parties this year, at which our lovely House
Mother, Mrs. Moody, has been hostess. just before Christmas vacation, we
had a spread in Mrs. Moody's room, where a grab bag, full of gifts for every-
one, as a remembrance of North House in I9 l 9 and '20 figured prominently.
The real cake and ice cream which we had at Mrs. Moody's party tasted good
to us. Miss Moody was the guest of honor at this party.
Many boxes of eats have come to North House, too, and we have had
lots of impromptu spreads. These boxes from home were the center of
attraction, lying on the table where the mail was left, and we noticed that on
receipt of one of these boxes, we had become immensely popular with
lnasmuch as "music hath charms to soothe the savage Beast," and our
attacks on the defenseless piano couldnit be called music, we decided to save
our pennies and purchase a Victrola. However, pennies are not easy to save,
so we each earned a dollar and the result of our individual contributions was
As the time draws nearer when our Uhappy family" will be separated,
we pledge ourselves never to forget our good times together, or the friend-
ships we have made during the present years of I9 I9 '20 at N. K. E. C.
NE may look upon the House of Elizabeth as a dull bit of masonry, but
this one fails to know who gazes from the outside ing that there is
Pep-capital P-E-P in there! Of course, the first month was a begin-
ning-to-know-your-room-mate better state of affairs. Our first l-louse
Mother, Miss Motz, gave us a delightful Coop Party, and from then on times
were gay. The first affair of the season was a Halloween Masquerade.
Ghosts paraded about, witches jumped from stair to stair, bathing girls came
to the party, but not to swim, and fancy dancing girls cheered us with light
Now the next event was a terrific scare that Miss Kearns gave all the
Freshies when she said that green ribbons must be worn, and the laws of
Probation positively must be obeyed. But she softened the sentence by giv-
ing us a delightful feast.
Front Hall dances came to be the evening's real sport and so we turned
Elizabeth House Hall into a regular dance, and jazzed the half hour grace
Soon Miss Keely came to be our l-louse Mother. We did slip about and
Wore our best manners every day until our dear lris said "Kids, let's have
Goopsf' From then on, we had even more spiffy times than before.
Goops and Jazz faded into the dim distance when we learned that the
banisters in our house were made to slide down rather than to steady one's
step in going up.
lris did not return to us after the Easter vacation, because of her ill
health, and for a time we were sheep without a shepherd. Now, Miss Mary
Moody is with us, and we are happy to have her, for she knows how to give
us rare parties-yes, rare.
Thursday, April 23rd, we had a house feed and a dance afterward.
Oh, joy! and now we are anticipating a Kid Party the 30th, and to close our
school year, we will have a rollicking dinner party at one of the hotels.
Who said that the House of Elizabeth was horrid and awful? Did you
ever look farther than the red brick walls? No! No!
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Rules For Probation
STARTING THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25TH, AT 7 P. M.
You are to step off the sidewalk, salute and stand at attention when
meeting an upper classman.
Any request made by upper classmen is to be complied with immedi-
ately and willingly. Such as shining shoes, making beds, etc.
You are to be prepared to respond to any request for entertainment
made in the Dining Room.
You are to speak to no upper classman unless spoken to.
ln order to distinguish our superior Freshmen from mere upper classmen,
you are requested, starting the morning of September 28, to wear for
an indefinite period a bright green ribbon around your left ankle.
Said ribbon to be 1 inch by 18 inches.
Before accepting any dates consult the following upper classmen of your
house: lVlain, Dorothy Kerrg Avilla, Emily Jenkinsg Elizabeth, Cecile
Shultz, North, Peggy Daykin.
You are to make no objection to anything which an upper classman
asks of you during Probation, and for every failure on your part to
follow the above rules-
"Black lVlarks" are to be inflicted upon you. Each Black Mark brings
a further degree of initiation.
Keep Your Record Clean.
Finger Plays by Uur Girls
A dear little crocus was buried so deep,
Under a covering of thick snow and sleet,
When down shone the sun with its radiant head
And melted the covering of thick snow and sleetg
Then up popped the crocus so dainty and neat,
To whisper spring's message to children so sweet.
Betty Brown and Jenny jones went to town together,
Said Betty Brown to Jenny jones: 'ilt's very pleasant weather."
Said Jenny jones to Betty Brown: "l think it looks like rain."
So Betty Brown and Jenny Jones went back home again.
Johnny's aeroplane, ready to fly
Up in the beautiful bright blue sky,
johnny jumps in and holds on tight,
Now he is off on his merry Hight.
First over the ground, then up in the air,
Till he frightens the little birds flying there-
Rh-rh-rh-hear the engine hum,
Rh-rh-rh-just watch him come
Over the fields and over the town,
All day he flies, but at night he come down.
Jimmy and Bobby are two big cats,
Drinking their milk from a bowlg
Fuzzy and Wuzzy are two little rats,
A peeking out from their hole.
Says Fuzzy to Wuzzy: "Do l see a cat?"
Says Wuzzy to Fuzzy: "We'd better scat!"
So away they ran, way back into their hole,
Leaving Jimmy and Bobby drinking milk from a bowl.
The two linger families go out for a walk,
They meet, make low bows, then all start to talk:
ul-low do" bobs brisk little Gradmother thumbg
"Good morning to you," bows the tall solemn oneg
Uflreetings dear ladies," bends low gallant brothersg
i'What a beautiful day," curtseys sweet little motherg
But the bright little sister, who's happy and gay,
Without saying a word, skips along on her way.
'lm a little submarine-when l'm at work, l'm never seen-
But when l come on top to float, l sail just like a great big boat."
--lVl. C. lVl
"At the end of the road lives a wee little mang
Try hard to catch him-just see if you can."
'iDing, ding, ding, ding, listen to the bell,
Watch the big gate-what do they tell?
Look, the train is coming, see the people run!
'All aboard' the brakeman calls-the whistle says, 'Too-Tool'
Vve are ready-here we go-choo, choo, Choo."
Here's the baby, so pretty and small,
Hereis the baby's round red ball,
I-lere's the hammock in the trees,
Swinging, swinging in the breeze.
Here's a frog, with a hop, hop, hopg
On the log he will stop, stop, stopg
He sees the water, and quick as a flash,
ln he jumps with a splash, splash, splash.
l knocked at the door of a great big house,
And out of the window peeped a wee little mouse.
He came to the door and looked through the crack,
But when he saw me he can right back.
-D. E. S.
Pastimes of N. K. E. C.
Dorothy Edinger- Stepping to Champaign.
Juanita Peterson-Singing solos for Mrs. Kohlsaat.
Marion Mann-Going home.
Esther Smith-Getting 'phone calls.
Lynne Farwell-Writing Letters.
Gladys Paul-Writing for the Annual.
Miss Winter-Waiting for girls to take children home
Esther Cummings-Trying to get fat.
Marion Norton-New men!
Priscilla Willard-Marking arithmetic papers.
Helen Hooper-Field Trips.
Marion Upham--"You'd be surprised!"
Jane Felker--Getting "eats" from home.
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A Hero of France
HE. greatest wealth of any nation is not its accumulation of silver and
gold, but the record of its heroes, the story of whose deeds may be
handed down from generation to generation. Already sculptors are
striving to express in marble and bronze, not the bodies, but the spirit
which animated these heroes. Architects are designing arches, gateways and
memorial buildings in order that the unthinking Wayfarer on life's highway
may be reminded of these men who gladly laid down their lives for the cause
of humanity. For of these is a nation proudest. It is these that foster her
May l tell you a story of Jean Julien Lemordant? I mean, may I give
you some glimpses of it? It is too great for you or me fully to comprehend.
Yet we can gain strength and courage from knowing that such lives have
been lived, are being lived.
Jean Julien Lemorclant had done his share in preserving the reputation
of France as the beauty loving, beauty creating nation of modern times. So
great was his power of communicating emotions through color that the art
critics had classed him with the famous Venetian colorists. By means of
light and shade, he had been able to give to less awakened souls something
of the joy that had filled his own soul. ln speaking of the mural decorations
at Rennes, the French minister of fine arts has said: "Lovers of beauty will
one day make pilgrimages to Brittany to see these truly magnificent paintings."
This was the life of ,lean Julien Lemordant, a happy life filled with his be-
When August l, I9 I 4, sounded the trumpet call that roused the nations
of the earth to war, he was beyond the draft age and could easily have found
excuse for not joining the first army of the Republic. But he hesitated not a
moment, closed his study door and joined as a private the first division of
troops that left Brittany for the front. Fame, financial success, even the joy
of creative work were as nothing. France, his beloved France, was in danger.
He was wounded twice in battle, but each time he returned to his regi-
ment as soon as he was able to serve again. ln I9 I 5, having been promoted
to lieutenancy, he was appointed to lead a portion of his company in an
attack against the Germans, in the battle of Arras. He was severely wounded,
but continued to lead his men in the desperate fight. At last he fell uncon-
scious and was left among the dead on the battlefield. But a fate far worse
awaited himg he was picked up by the Germans and sent to one of their
prison pens. The lack of medical care and the hard conditions of prison life
soon told on his health and his whole body suffered in consequence. Soon
he discovered that his eyesight was failing and there came the haunting fear
that the beauty of the outside world was to be shut away from him. Slowly
this fear grew into the agonizing reality that never again could he paint upon
canvas the emotions that thrilled his soul, never again could he feel the glad-
ness that had filled his world with joy. The anguish that racked him day by
day as the light grew dimmer and the darkness closed around him is not given
us to know. Each soul must pass through its Gethsemane alone.
He found the only real way to escape from the black despair that was
creeping upon him. He must help to lessen the suffering of his fellow prison-
ers. He gathered around him a few of them and began to talk to them of
the things of the spirit. He turned their thoughts from their own wretched
conditions to the world of art and what it signified as a manifestation of the
divine power which has been given to man to help him see beauty in the
world about him, Thus he aided them to read the message which great art
always brings to enrich experiences and deepen insight. His group of listeners
grew in numbers as he led them away from their own miserable surroundings
and physical sufferings into the art worlds of Egypt and Greece, to the
splendor of the ltalian renaissance and the Gothic building-era of France
when her cathedral stones became prayers and her stained glass windows were
songs of praise and thanksgiving. He told them how France had remained
the leader in the world of art ever since. He renewed their fortitude to
endure and inspired their hearts with courage to look forward to the future
as he related to them the story of the lives of the builders of the great French
cathedrals, how they had been willing to live in obscurity and to sacrifice
every material comfort that they might forward their ideals of art. He showed
them that the lives of these unknown cathedral builders were-must have
been-deeper than the cathedrals they were building.
To show how consciously he was working I quote part of a conversation
which he had with a friend: "The sole reason for the existence of artists-
l use the word in its broadest sense, meaning musician, poet, painter and all
who have creative genius-is that they may lead the people toward the in-
finite. True art is only the outward effort of man to raise himself toward the
Divine. When artists become interested in material success art falls from its
high estate and becomes impoverished."
He inspired his fellow prisoners with the thought that the prestige of
France must not be lost and planned with them how art must again he
brought into the every clay life of man and how each common object may be
made beautiful in its own way by being made true to its purpose. With such
a vision as this is it any wonder that his fellow sufferers forgot their own
wretchedness and began to plan for the future of France? The spirit of man
is ever eager and hungry for the bread. of life. And again his classes in-
creased in numbers. They would live, they would endure until France was
once more free, and they would help to restore her to her leadership in the
great world of art.
As his eyesight grew weaker some of his comrades wrote his notes for
him in large letters so that he might refer to them from time to time. At last
the day arrived when in the midst of a lecture he could no longer see the
paper which he held in his hand and he knew that total blindness had come.
But he quietly continued the lecture and only a few in the class knew what
had happened until he had ended his talk. For some violation of prison rules
he was transferred to another prison encampment. He was again among
strangers, blind and almost helpless. But to such an heroic soul failure could
not come. He had entered a larger world. He was never again to put upon
canvas his own deep emotional life, but he had learned how to plant in the
hearts of those around him the sublime and real significance of man's life.
When at last the terrible war was ended there came forth from the
prison pen a band of radiant men, filled with enthusiasm over what France
had meant to the world and rejoicing over the greater life she must yet give
to mankind. Most joyful and most radiant among them was the blind artist,
Jean Julien Lemordant, whose heart was filled with gratitude. He had lost
the gift of painting upon canvas, the beauty which he saw and the joy that it
awakened. But this loss had been replaced by the greater power to arouse
within the souls of others the love of beauty and still greater power to give
to thousands the consciousness of the nearness of the Divine. It was this that
changed Jean Julien Lemordant from a popular artist into a hero of France.
"Let us arise therefore
And make for the hero
A Memorial-in our own lives."
Debates From the Standpoint of a Mouse
Have you noticed those little pictures on the Library tables? They
appeared there late in the term, and, much to my regret, they seem to be
permanent. l happened to be in the kindergarten under the settee one day
when the Little Lady in Brown was talking about permanent pictures and
wondered what they were. Now l know! They are things in little frames
that say "No eating in this room" and a sorrowful day it was for me when
they appeared. You see l enjoyed the crumbs which often were left on the
I'm a very intelligent mouse for I am getting a college education. My
mother said, "Speckle Nose, if you ever have an opportunity-go to college"
and when I found a tiny hole in the basement wall, in I squeezed. I watched
my chance when the girls were away and ran upstairs. I found myself in a
beautiful room, green and cool looking. I nibbled at the plants and tried to
drink from the bowl of water, which the children had evidently placed for
me, but the bowl was too high and I nearly fell in. And would you believe it,
not a thing to eat could I find!
l've had an exciting life since I began to be educated. It keeps me busy
hurrying from room to room, eating the few crumbs the Primary children
drop, and nibbling at the cracker box and watching for popcorn kernels.
Usually, I stay in a cozy little nook under the desk in the Library, and
one day I heard a very exciting thing. It must have been very exciting, really,
for there were two girls talking together and they used quite unusual words.
"Now is my chance to get a little more education," thought I and listened
with booth ears.
"Isn't it terrible," said the girl with the yellow hair, "I knowl can never
do it. Why I have never debated in my life, and I haven't the slightest idea
how to go about it. Oh, I will die. I surely will die of fright. My legs
simply won't hold me up--and who ever heard of that subject? Positively,
there isn't a thing to be said in favor of it. lf they have to have it, I don't see
why I couldn't have been on the other side. At least, it wouldn't have been
this side, and you know there is always more to be said on the other side, no
matter which one you are on."
The other girl, who had been powdering her nose all this time Cl must
ask my mother to get me one of those cute little boxes before my education
is finishedl said, "Well, I suppose we will have to do it. When Miss Baker
makes an assignment, you might as well go to work, for she never changes
her mind. But l never could see any sense in debates. Let's go home," and
away they went.
"Debates! They must be terrible things," thought I, but when one is
getting an education, and has worked up to the top, one must know all about
all sorts of things-so I determined to be around when they happened.
Luck was with me the next Wednesday! I was asleep under the piano
in the kindergarten when the girls came tripping in, and such a noise! About
six of them acted as if they had seen a trap, or expected a cat to jump up at
them. They all had papers in their hands, and went tearing around the room,
muttering to themselves, and every few minutes they would rush up to some-
one saying, 'flust feel my hands, they are ice cold. Oh! I can never do it."
Then the door opened and in came The Little Lady in Brown. I really
could not see why the girls were frightened. She did not look as if she would
hurt them. Well, it began! I snuggled down in my corner and happily
sighed, at last I would know what debates were! And what do you think.
The only thing those girls did was to talk. Each girl got up and said,
"Madam Chairman" to The Little Lady in Brown, who smiled, and then they
talked hard and fast. One girl had so much to say that they had to tell her
when to sit down. And, after each had finished, they all clapped their hands.
I didn't see anyone die, and when it was over they laughed and told
each other how fine it had been. l must say, l was disappointed. That is
always the way-Much Ado about Nothing!
FLORENCE E. TI-IORPE..
The Bulb Planting Festival, which was the first of the fall series, was held
early in November. Miss Baker opened the Festival with these words: "We
are met together to participate in a very happy event, the planting of these
bulbs. We look forward to the time when in the spring they will make our
lawn a glory of color which not only we, but every passer-by will enjoy. As
we put our bulbs into the dark earth and the cold winds of the North forecast
the coming winter we must use our faith in leaping over the months of dark-
ness and gloom to the radiant beauty of spring. The greatest of all beauty
lovers were the Greeks of old, who put into every act this faith in the lovely
outcome of their endeavors. And so Greek maidens are here today to help
us in celebrating this Festival of the Bulb Planting."
Greek Maidens entered, bearing baskets and trays of bulbs. They en-
circled the room twice in processional and then formed a beautiful frieze at
the front of the Hall. Miss lris Keeley told the story of Persephone, then the
students went out to the lawn, each class planting its bulbs in a certain place.
After they returned to the Hall the Greek Maidens entered again, this time
in prayer. Their processional was followed by the song of the students. The
words of the song were written by Miss Clara Baker.
Mother Earth, Thou from whose bosom
Each leaf and blade doth spring,
Take now, we pray Thee, these seedlings we bringg
Cherish them warm in Thy breast
While winds of winter blow,
l-leaping above them the white drifted snowg
Nourish them then with rain and dew,
Until that sunny hour
When they shall burst into radiant flower.
On the afternoon of the Thanksgiving Festival all was noise and con-
fusion in the room where the girls gathered to arrange their offerings, but as
class after class entered the Assembly Hall a hush fell on them, a reverent
stillness such as one feels in a great temple or cathedral. The harvest fruits
were heaped upon the platform and the girls had found their places, when
from far at the back of the Hall came a ucreak, creaku and in came the pro-
cession of treasure-bearing kindergarten children, headed by a small boy who
pushed manfully at the over-laden barrow whose song told of its burden of
good things. Everyone was delighted when Miss Georgene Faulkner told
the children the story of Jeane Francis Millet's life, and helped them-all of
us in fact-to understand the wonderful Thanksgiving message of "The
Cleaners" and "The Angelus." Then, as we rose to sing, an exultant wave
of thankfulness swept through the room, finding expression in the glorious
chorale "Now Thank We All Our God."
Out of doors the great flakes of snow came clown softly, slowly, adding
their beauty to the landscape, while within doors another white-clad band,
carrying candles which lighted up happy faces, came slowly down the stairs
singing their glad Noel. The tiny Christmas trees twinkled and shimmered
as gift upon gift for the children in the Mission Kindergartens was laid at their
feet. Then, in the pause which followed the singing of "Adeste Ficlelesn
Miss Baker read the ever new story of the first Christmas, and as she read,
the story was presented in a series of beautiful tableaux. The recessional,
"As with Gladness Men of Old," left us rejoicing that the Christ Child is still
with us, our Immanuel, and to our happiness over the prospect of holidays at
home was added the deeper thrill of the angels' message in far-off Bethlehem.
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A Treasury of Memories
What a happy thought for all colleges was that of the first Annual
maker! The chief concern of Annuals appears to be a work of retrospection.
The editors and staff choose the subject-matter from the Hotsam of the year
just past, and with happy touches make the dear old college days real again,
with never a reminder that the task was other than one of delight.
The supremest of all moments waits upon the arrival of the precious
volume, complete from the press. No other record on the files of time is
quite equal to "Our Annual." The student body wait with ill controlled
patience, and greet its coming with something of the emotions that we greet
an old friend in a new dress. The fellow Alumna whose good fortune it is to
receive a copy of this yearis Annual will read it from beginning to end per-
haps in somewhat a comparative mood, not without appreciation of the
splendid merit of this Annual, but always with a satisfied conviction that
"None could ever be to me what ours was." The fellow Alumna reads and
recalls other days and feels the bond of love and loyalty to her Alma Mater
grow more tender and more strong.
The pictures of the dignified Faculty grace the doorway of this memory-
house. There they stand sentinel-like protecting their treasures even in a book.
This procession from President to House-Mother awakens in the mind of the
student emotions of a various sort. But let us not try to explain.
The pictures in the Senior Class will always be most dear to each Senior
in the class, and the reminiscences of their three years so quickly flown are to
those dear girls the most notable events of all time.
The Junior Class can always and does always speak for itself. One has
but to look at the junior Class picture to see that there was never another
class like this one. CBless them, no Junior Class is an exception in self-
analysisj To read their class history is to see how wonderful they were-in
The Freshmen are different and at first diflident. Their group picture,
however, will not bear me out in such a statement, but one must remember
that they are now a year old! The Freshman Class History will always be of
greatest interest to the Freshman of that class. Though she grew in knowl-
edge of a Junior and grace of a Senior she will look back to the "ups and
downs" of her Freshman year and know them as stepping stones to greater
The happenings of the year, the parties and picnics, the pageants and
all other play-times, where could they find such safe keeping from the mold
of forgetfulness, and such dear appreciation in the memory of all as they have
in The Annual? The jokes and jests, the numberless bits of fun, all pleasant
happenings through the year that's gone, they are on record here to be lived
over and laughed over, perchance to be cried a little over. I-lere's greetings
to "Tl-IE. ANNUAL, A Treasury of Memories."
The Flight of a Little Bird
It was one of those balmy spring days when every earthly sound echoes
spring. 'iYes, it was just such a morning down at Margaret Etter Creche
when Dickey Yellow Bird decided that his cage was all too small for him.
We all agreed that it would be beautiful to have Dickey Yellow Bird "Hit"
around the room, while we sat in a circle and sang "A Birdie with a Yellow
Bill." But, Dickey Yellow Bird wasn't content to flit where we intended him
to Hit, but upon seeing an open window, proceeded to fiit toward it.
l noticed that he was approaching the open window, and jumped up
from the circle and started to fly in the direction toward which Dickey Yellow
Bird was Hitting. Dickey, seeing such a peculiar looking object flying toward
him, decided he preferred to meet the hardships of the outside world rather
than remain inside. l don't believe that he was fully conscious of what he
was about to do.
ln his effort to get out of the window, he fell between the panes. I,
acting on the spur of the moment, put my hand down between the panes, at
the same time assuring the children "I have him," but, upon pulling out my
hand, l discovered that all I had was a bunch of tail feathers, and that Dickey,
tailless, had escaped. Miss Dunkel, who was trying to quiet the children, in
an excited voice exclaimed, "Oh, he's all right, children." Little Marian, the
youngest in the kindergarten, added to this, "God will take care of Dickey
Bird, won't he, Miss Dunkel?" fFrom my determined effort to recapture
Dickey, one would think that l was rather in doubt about lVlarian's statement.,
Seeing my fate, I grabbed the bottomless cage, jumped out the window
crying, "Here Dickey, here Dickey," but it was all in vain, for by this time
Dickey was perched upon a nearby church steeple, singing "The Battle Cry
The natives around, alarmed by my cry of despair, rushed out to see
from whence this cry came. Of course, they got there just in time to see me
go over the fence. You can imagine this was none too easy for me, being
handicapped by a tight skirt, with a bird-cage in one hand and at every step
entreating Dickey Bird to be reasonable and remain where he was.
As l stood there, looking up into his face, pleading for him to PLEASE
come back where he belonged, he only laughed at me and sang Htweet, tweetf'
While l was still standing there, wondering how l could get Dickey back
into the bottomless cage, some kind member of the audience directed me to
a rickety stairway that led up to the roof of the church. Every step l took, l
expected to be my last. l held my breath for fear that by the time l would
reach the top that Dickey might have "flew the coop." After much
effort, l had both feet on the roof and still was afraid to take my breath, for
fear I might frighten him away. '
l approached him on tip-toe, like a cat after a mouse, with the cage
still clutched in my right hand. l sneaked up from behind him and set the
cage down on him with such a sudden fall that poor Dickey almost passed out
from fright. l had him, but how was I going to move him from where he was,
because, in my excitement, I didn't have time to think about such a trivial
thing as the bottom of a cage.
While l was down on both knees, on the roof of the church, holding the
cage over Dickey, Miss Dunkel happened to look out of the window, and
came to my assistance, running across the block with the bottom of the cage.
With great skill, we slipped the bottom under the cage and breathed a sigh
of relief, because after a merry two hours of chasing, we at last had Dickey
in his cage. I surely thought "A Bird in a Cage ls Worth Two on a Steeple."
After such an exciting morning, I resolved never to teach in a kinder-
garten where there chanced to be a Canary.
EDNA MAE MURRAY.
Who of us has not felt the thrill horn of fire bells that herald the
approach of the engine and the hook-and-ladder skimming the street like
tongues of flame? What one of us, in the days of short gingham dresses,
torn by fence climbing, and pigtails that were an invitation to be pulled to
certain bad little boys, has not experienced the fascination of the fire engine
house and spent sweet stolen moments there, gazing fearfully in and hoping,
though dreading to hear' the alarm? In those days, the height of our ambition
was to be on hand to hear the clang of the bell, see the dappled greys trot
into the harness, watch with admiration and horror the perilous descent of
the heroic fire fighters from the quarters above to the engine room by means
of poles, and the whole glorious company dash out to the fire, or the false
alarm, as it often proved to be.
Fire drills in school were the bright spots of our life there. At the first
sound of the bell, every back stiffened, and every pair of feet marked time.
ln perfect military formation, behind the triumphant bearer of the Stars and
Stripes, we marched out of the building to safety! Every one of us felt the
very flames licking our shoes, and every heart was that of a hero. There
lurked as well in every heart the hope that perhaps the school was burning.
Not that we didn't like school! The best scholar among us secretly cherished
this desire. So universal it was, it seemed to be almost an instinct.
Today we are more or less sedate young women, preparing to banish
this secret desire from the hearts of the coming generation. Our gingham
dresses are longer and untorn by fences, and our pigtails are marvelously
disguised by marcel coiffures, which those same little boys would never pre-
sume to touch now. There is no tinge of excitement in our attitude toward
a fire drill. When the fire gong sounds, we rise gracefully from our chairs,
and saunter out of the college, chatting sociably together. So far are we from
being military that a passer-by, seeing the assemblage of lovely ladies, would
assume that we were going to a tea on the lawn.
Do you suppose that in the heart of a girl, who nonchalantly undertakes
the precarious adventure of descending the fire escape from the library
window, there is a latent thrill of excitement? Does her spine involuntarily
stiffen when the rude clamor of a passing fire engine breaks into the quiet of
the library period? ls it possible-speak softly now-that deep in her grown-
up heart there lurks a little demon that whispers hopefully, "Perhaps it is a
fue?" I Wonder! MARJORIE SHEFFIELD.
"That Little Brick Alley"
CTO be sung to the tune of "Old Oaken Bucket." Sing softly
and with expression. Register Pathos while rendering.,
"How dear to my heart is
That Little Brick Alley,
That leads the short course
To our rear college door.
lts puddles are lakes
And its mud is like glue,
Oh, what it can't do
To that shine on your shoe!
At a minute of two
l have leapt oier its surface,
At a minute past five
l have hurdled its cracks.
l have seen its red bricks
Glistening hot in the sunshine,
l have felt its sad eaves
Spattering buckets of rain.
l have heard many whistles
And sweet cajoling voices,
And seen a black face
Peeping out through the fence.
l have dodged huckster carts,
lnhaled odiferous garbage,
And shooed bold bad horses
Away from our door.
But as years roll by,
Fond memories will hover
O'er That Little Brick Alley
That runs past our door."
BY ONE. WHO KNOWS.
The Interpretation of Rhythm, Melody
ln music we find the three great elements of all life: rhythm, the basic
law of life, melody, the expression of the individual soul, and harmony, the
conscious unity of nature, man and God.
Rhythm is the expression of all humanity, of all nature. It is the funda-
mental law of the universe, and therefore the revelation of the Divine Creator
of that universe. "lt guides the universal round of worlds and souls, for it is
found deep in the thought of God." In its definite use in music we find
rhythm expressing the three great experiences of all human lifeg at first the
state of unconscious unity, then that of unrest, and finally the return to a
conscious and self-determined unity. In all music regular accents express and
impress law and order. We find this in our marches and dances. We find it
in the folk music that has come down from father to son, living because it
does express something vital in human experience, because it does give to
the soul the impression of contentment, of unquestioning obedience to defined
law and over-ruling authority. But man is not always content to stay in this
atmosphere of peace and serenity. As his individuality develops he asserts
himself and his powers, he wishes to recognize his own personality, and in
order to do this breaks away from passive following, and exhibits a feeling of
unrest, which cannot be expressed but by irregular accent, which, if carried
beyond the control of rationality, devolps into definite anarchy, into personal
caprice. Yet in spite of this rebellion, double rhythm is a definite advance
beyond the unquestioning obedience expressed in regular accents if we are
careful not to stop at that point, but to go on to free rhythm, Tempo Rubato,
expressing a conscious, self-determined unity. "For the living thought, the
eternal Divine principle, demands and requires free self-activity and conscious
choice on the part of man, the being created for freedom in the image of God."
ln this Tempo Rubato, the rhythm follows the emotional commands expressed
through the unconscious side of rhythm dominance, for although melody is
the emotional quality of music, it must always be dominated and controlled
by rhythm, the intellectual quality.
"Melody is the life-blood of music, pulsed through the musical frame by
rhythm." Rhythm unites all, and points out the continuity of life, while
melody adds personality, individuality, diversity, to rhythm. Melody ex-
presses the emotional side of life through length of tone, through pitch,
through power and force, and through the length and character of phrase.
Thus the content of music can be very definitely a merely subjective feeling or
an outwardly expressed individual emotion, for "ln the mud and scum of
things, something always, always sings."
But we must go farther than rhythm, the expression of the unconscious
unity of allg we must look beyond melody, the expression of the individuality
of the human soulg we must unite them both with the Divine if we are to
arrive at that harmony which is "the end and aim of all education, of all
religion, of all civilization, of all human endeavor." Harmony is the bringing
into concord of all that is, or ever has been, estranged. It is not the happines
of the absence of struggle, but the blessedness that comes with conquest of
struggle. It is the process from concord to discord and back to a fuller con-
cord worked out of discord. It suggests all of life, all of education, all of
experience, for no matter how far we may Wander from the ideal there is
always the hope of final harmonization. But harmony does not only express
the concord of all life, but it goes far deeper than that, and also reveals the
Divine itself expressed in the world of nature, moving rhythmically, in the
soul of man, showing personality. It is the fundamental ideal of the universe,
for in the words of Him who best understood and always lived in true
harmony: nl am the way, the truth and the lifeg no man cometh unto the
Father but by Me."
The "Harmony of the Spheres"
Many years ago, when the angels of heaven still used to play with the
children of men, making sand pies or gathering Howers along the brooks and
in the meadows, everybody understood the harmony of the spheres and
could sing to the glory of God. The world was at peace, contented and
But mankind became more and more interested in the things of this
world. They grew selhsh and began to quarrel among themselves. Strife,
envy, and jealousy brought misery and unhappiness upon them. This aroused
God's wrath and he commanded his angel hosts to destroy the great score
which contains the heavenly music. Thousands of angels with silver scissors
began to cut the score so that the white pieces fell like snowflakes upon the
earth. Men, women and children eagerly rushed to gather them. Alas, only
very small pieces can be found and picked up by anybody. Upon the one
which you possess may appear a few bars of the sublime melody which for-
merly filled heaven and earth. But each of us knows only an infinitesimal part
of the complete score of the universe. Hence there is much discord and dis-
sonance in our partial execution of God's great theme. One sings in Sharps
and the other in flats, one piano and the other fortissimog one crescendo and
the other diminuendo. Hardly two people find complete accord and harmony
for some little time. Yet, whenever men will have learned to go through life
helpful to one another, when they will cease to gain advantage of the weak-
ness and of the misery of someone elseg when they will understand the pur-
pose and the goal of Gocl's law, then again will they be permitted to put the
pieces of the heavenly score of music together, and, as in times of old, the
angels of heaven will help them until at last all may join once more in the
great song of life that chimes in with the harmony of the spheres.
L. C. MONIN.
The Kindergarten as the First Community
N a certain clay the children in one of our schools were choosing their
seats. ul stick with Mary," said one, "I stick with Johnnie," volun-
teered a second, and ul stick with Peter," sang out a third. HO
children," interrupted the teacher, "Don't we like to sit by anyone in
our room? It isn't very kind to choose just one person." ln a moment Peter
called, ul stick with everybody in this room!" Then somebody else said,
'il stick with all the Americans!" Then another, 'il stick with everybody in
the world except the Germans!" At this point little Billie, the smallest boy
in the room, rose to his feet with a face white with excitement, "l stick with
The Community Center applies the principle of co-operation or "sticking
together" suggested by this little illustration. ln fact it is the necessary
nucleus for the very amalgamation of race, the unity of feeling and the corn-
bination of effort that America witnessed in the recent war. ln a true Com-
munity Center, Whether it be a church, a settlement, a mission or a school, one
may take the pulse beat of that community, one may find its vital interests
centered. The community may be the Italian section of a great city, or it may
be a rural community of a dozen homesg it may be a small town or a wealthy
suburb. The center is the place, however, that affords the forum of public
opinion, provides the chance for social meeting, gives the opportunities for
varied recreation, houses the organization for health and hygiene, supplies the
means of learning useful arts and industries, makes it possible for all the
people to co-operate, to give and take-so it is a place of sorrow and rejoic-
ing, of seriousness and mirth, of life lived at its fullest in other words. Every
Community Center in America-and each community needs such a center if
democracy is to rest upon a firm foundation-should be the hearthstone of
Americanization where American ideals, language, customs, are perpetuated
and from time to time the great new vision born.
Such community centers in embryo thousands of kindergartens have been
and if any community desires to start such a center I know of no better way
than the establishment of a kindergarten with a kindergartner in charge, con-
secrated to the true ideals of the theory of education which she represents.
ln looking into the past of the kindergarten through that splendid book of
Nina Vandewalker's "The Kindergarten in American Education," we find
that its manysidedness has been the means of its adoption by organizations as
different in aim and character as the settlement, the church, the Woman's
Christian Temperance Union, business firms, missionary enterprises and, of
course, the school. Rev. Edward Judson in his book "The lnstitutional
Churchu says of the kindergarten in relation to the church, "Who has not
stood aghast and felt in despair as he has stopped in one of our great thor-
oughfares and Watched the tide of foreigners streaming ashore from some
emigrant ship: alien men, women and children, chattering in a strange lan-
guage, and bearing uncouth burdens on their heads and shoulders? They
have come to stay. They form an impregnable mass of humanity, swayed by
un-American ideas and habits. Our churches retreat before this inflowing
tide. But if our aim is to change the character of our community, then we
should bring to bear upon these masses our best Gospel appliances, our most
effective measures will be preventive and educational, and our most enduring
work will be with the children. The key to the hard problem of city evangeli-
zation lies in the puny hand of a little child." The recognition constantly
growing in the church of the kindergarten as a social agency has tended to
the adoption of the kindergarten by more and more of our city churches par-
ticularly. Last summer every one of the vacation Bible schools in Chicago
conducted by one of our prominent denominations had a kindergarten in con-
nection. l frequently have occasion to talk with the rector of one of our larg-
est downtown Episcopal churches in Chicago. He never fails to tell me of the
wonderful way in which his kindergartner gets into the homes of that wretched
neighborhood, and in a hundred ways serves in the community life of the
Several of our most prominent settlements began as kindergartens and
gradually expanded into settlements, and many heads of settlements are
kindergarten-trained. Mary McDowell of the Chicago University Settlement
is but one of these. "The kindergarten," Miss Vandewalker says, "places
emphasis upon the natural instincts of childhood-upon its love of companion-
ship, its desire for activity, its love for the beautiful, and its yearning for
knowledge. The educational process of the kindergarten consists in directing
and utilizing these for the furthering of the child's intellectual and moral
development. The settlement recognizes these instincts in children of a
larger growth and seeks to develop and direct them in like fashion. The
settlement has therefore been termed a kindergarten for adults."
The Woman's Christian Temperance Union early supported and advo-
cated kindergartens because it realized the necessity of getting hold of the
homes, and particularly of educating the small children in control of the
For fifteen years or more new business firms and corporations especially
in mining and milling districts have realized the advisibility on selfish as well
as philanthropic grounds of welfare work among the employees and have
installed kindergartens as the nucleus of their community centers.
Missionary workers in foreign lands have long realized the vital part
played by the kindergarten in winning the heathen family and community
and the demand for kindergartens from Asia, Africa andthe islands of the
sea is greater than the supply.
So the church and the missions have called attention to the religious
aspect of the kindergarten, the settlement to its social significance, and the
school to its educational value. They have all found it an indispensable aid
in getting hold of a community. They have confessed that what the crowd
needs is "the pull of child life."
just how does the kindergarten fulfill its part as a community center?
ln the first place by what it does for the child himself. The kindergarten
today has access to the best agencies in promoting the health of the child.
There is usually either a visiting or resident nurse at handy many kindergart-
ners have a visit from a physician once a week or oftenerg many others have
connection with a medical clinic. There are games and plays of every variety
scientifically devised to develop the child's body correctly while giving joy
to his soul. There is the playground or the playroom, or the gymnasium with
its simple apparatus for the same purpose. ln the poorer districts there are
the school lunches for the underfed. ln one such kindergarten ugly little
Susie, who fought and quarreled, whose body was covered with sores, recov-
ered in health and temper in two weeks after the kindergarten lunch of milk
and bread began. The children of our kindergartens are weighed and meas-
ured, too. Indeed, Mrs. Ira Couch Wood of the National Child Welfare
Movement says that no group of people have given her such devoted and
intelligent co-operation as the kindergartners.
The kindergarten supplies the little child's need for activity by giving
him not only the games and rhythms but his introduction to the arts and
industries in the handwork. As one mother said, "From the very beginning
there was scarcely a day on which my little boy did not bring home and
proudly exhibit some little thing that he had made. As the work progressed
the little chap developed remarkable ability in handling scissors, paste, brush,
and water colors. ln my opinion kindergartners are building the foundation
for all the manual training courses which will come later in the grade schools
and the community."
The little child's desire for knowledge is supplied through the many
excursions out to the homes, the shops of the community and to the parks,
the waterways and the woods which meet another need just as important, the
adjustment to the life of nature and the community. These excursions result
in an interest in, a respect for, and a desire to co-operate with the big outside
world. As the son of a prominent lawyer returned one day from a visit to
the blacksmith shop he affirmed in glee, "That blacksmith said some day
l'd make a fine blacksmith and I will." The need for knowledge is also satis-
fied through the story, the conversation and the continuous investigation of
objects, materials of every sort, and toys.
The little child's love for the beautiful is encouraged in a room that
from the soft tinting of the walls, the sunshine that streams through the large
windows, to the pictures by the artists who have painted for children and the
bright blossoms in the windows is a continuous joy. I think of the children of
a certain kindergarten who sweep their room every morning four or five
times, arrange and rearrange the flowers in the little vases, Wash the tables
until they shine, water the plants, and take a civic pride in every new addition
of furniture or decoration.
This brings me to the greatest value of the kindergarten to the children
themselves, its social or socializing value. lt is in every sense of the word a
small democratic community. ltiaffords a forum of free speech where Sammy
tells Jim exactly what he thinks of him for tearing lVlary's coat, where Molly is
admonished that "My mamma says little girls ought to go to bed at seven
oiclockf' and Jessie learns that H 'Taint fair to take two turns." ln the work
each child has the chance to develop originality, initiative, balanced by self-
control, power of organization and co-operation with the group. Here are
several children on a train track with the large floor blocks. Two or three
carry blocks, two others are laying the tracks, a third stands by giving sug-
gestions for a water tower here, a switch there, a station over yonder. By
and by the enterprise is finished. The toy engine is brought out and an argu-
ment begins as to who is to run the train. With a little help from the teacher
the boys decide each to have a turn running the train around the complete
track. There ensues a splendid game which is enthusiastically followed until
the teacher starts a new activity. ln the kindergarten community the selfish
child learns to be considerate through the small courtesies of the lunch, the
ugive and taken of the games and plays, the care of the younger children, the
kindergarten doll and the pets. The self-assertive child finds that there are
others who merit the attention of the group, he is not "the only pebble on
the beach." The timid child gradually gains self-confidence and a modest
glow of happiness suffuses his face as his small achievements are recognized.
One day in a kindergarten where the children were skipping a little boy fairy
shouted, "Look, look, Rosie's skipping with both feet." Sure enough there
went little black Rosie with her kinky pigtails bobbing up and down and both
feet twinkling to the music while the rest of the kindergarten cheered. No
one may estimate the value of this kindergarten community training to the
future American citizen.
The value of the kindergarten as a community center to the children
themselves is of primary importance, but its efficacy in reaching the com-
munity, particularly the homes and the mothers, is a very close second. As
Dr. Dewey has so well said, "No school can make use of the activities of the
neighborhood for purposes of instruction without this use influencing in time
the people of the neighborhood." So l have known a carpenter who saved
all his odds and ends for the kindergarten kids, of an old shoemaker who
bashfully came into hear the children sing their song about "The wee little
man in the wee little house," a policeman who ran down his beat with alacrity
to help the kindergarten children across the crowded street, of a neighbor
who sent over scraps every day for the kindergarten chickens, of a gardner
who regularly exchanged seeds with the kindergarten children. l have also
known kindergartens where the neighborhood used the free medical dis-
pensary, the library books brought in by the kindergartner, the room in the
afternoons and evenings for clubs and classes of the older boys and girls and
fathers and mothers.
It is, however, to the home and mother that the kindergarten as a com-
munity center means next most to that which it means to the child himself.
The young mother of small children is perhaps more in need of touch with
the outside world than any other member of the community, and this is true
of the mother in our better districts as well as in our poorer districts. She
has the great problem of the care, feeding and control of helpless little chil-
dren. She often cannot go away from home unless she takes themg she
often feels very lonely, she longs for good times-she is still a girlg she does
not always know what to do for her children and is eager for advice. She
perhaps goes with her children the first day to kindergarten. It seems a great
Venture to her. If she does not come with her child she feels very friendly
toward the sympathetic and eager kindergartner who soon finds her way to
the home. The helpless little child is the bond between them, a wonderful
passport. Mothers have gained through these calls information on -child
training, ideas on health, and hygiene, help with discipline-to say nothing
of education in English language, manners and customs in our foreign dis-
tricts-not infrequently a reformation in the whole way of living of the family
has been the result either of these calls or the mother's meetings that have
been conducted. Long before there was a Parent-Teacher Association kinder-
gartners were holding mothers' meetings and many a public school or settle-
ment has owed its thriving Parents' Club to the modest beginnings of the
The following tribute to the work of one kindergartner in a slum district
of Philadelphia serves to suggest its vital service here: "The touch of the
kindergarten on the home had a humanizing effect which appeared nothing
short of remarkable. One short street, at that time reputed to be among the
worst in the city, was in some respects practically transformed by the home
visits and the reflex influence of the kindergarten children. At the time when
the kindergarten began its unobtrusive crusade in that neighborhood, to walk
through the street meant to invite an assault upon four of the five senses, as
well as upon oneis sense of decency. The place and people were filthyg the
conversation was unfit to listen tog the odors were appalling. By and by,
however, a change became noticeable. The newspapers, apologetic substi-
tutes for glass, disappeared from many broken window-panes, and old cans,
sweet with green things growing, took their places. . Chairs were cleaned when
'teacher' was announced and by and by the rooms were kept brushed up to
greet her unexpected coming. After a while, the children's work, first dis-
carded as trash, began to assume an extrinsic value-the walls must be fresh
to receive it. The children insisted upon clean clothes to be worn to kinder-
garten, and a general if dingy wash followed. ln the evening fathers found a
sufficient entertainment in the children's singing to keep them home from the
grog shop, then the beer money was diverted and found its way to the
Penny Savings Fund through the child's little bank book. The street people
began to hush their talk as the kindergartner went by. The kindergarten
children could be distinguished in the street, singing the songs and playing
the games, and so potent was the effect of their small public opinion that
their refusal to enter into coarser street romps with the non-kindergartners
brought many a child to the kindergarten who used to stand at the door to
hoot and run. Lessons of cleanliness, thrift and trust were learned through
experience and communicated to their homes. The early stony indifference
of the parents gave way to mild curiosity as to 'what the kindergartner would
do next.' This melted into astonishment that she could make Johnnie mind
without using the strap. There followed interest in John's gentler manner,
compunction over his unconscious condemnation of mother's way of doing
things, and a shamefaced determination to do as the kindergarten teacher did
until a different atmosphere pervaded many a home which at first sight had
The service of the kindergarten to the home would not be complete with-
out some suggestion of its usefulness in overcoming the language handicap
which is one of the greatest handicaps that the foreign child and the foreign
parent has to overcome. Angelo Patri, in his book, "The Schoolmaster of a
Great City," tells the story of Michael. Michael was a very obedient, cheery,
helpful boy in his public school in New York City. The principal had never
had any trouble with him whatever. One morning the principal was visited
by a foreign-looking woman with a shawl over her head, accompanied by a
neighbor. This woman made it known that she wished to speak to Michael.
The principal sent for Michael. He came with his usual alacrity, but when
he saw the woman with the shawl over her head he became very sullen, ugly
and threatening. l-le backed to the farthest corner of the office when the
woman talked to him imploringly and volubly in a foreign tongue. When the
woman was able to make no impression upon Michael the neighbor turned to
the principal and gave the following explanation: "I wish you would take a
stick to that kicl's back. His mother can do nothing more with him. l'm
sorry for her-she came from Russia years ago, she was quiet and stayed in
the house, Michael is ashamed of her because she can't talk English. He
makes fun of her clothes. When there is a school party he doesn't even tell
her. Her husband learns English and all the American ways quicklyg so did
the childreng now her husband is ashamed of her and lives by himself.
Michael goes to see him and lots of times he stays two or three days. His
mother hasn't seen him this week. That's why she came here, to beg him to
come home with her."
Dr. Caroline Hedger, whom many of you have doubtless heard and who
has been intimately connected with the Americanization movement in this
country, investigated personally many towns in eastern and western states
where the population is largely foreign. She says that in scores of homes
she found cases similar to the one in Michaels family where the mother had
been in this country twenty, thirty, to forty years and could not speak a word
of English and the home itself was as much the peasant home of Europe as
if the family had landed only a day or two ago. Dr. Hedger, and in fact
many leading students in the present Americanization movement, say that
there is no way of Americanizing the foreign home equal to the kindergarten
child. ln Chicago a few years ago over on Archer avenue a tiny American
flag made of paper by a kindergarten child was displayed in the window of an
anarchistic saloon. When the kindergartner called the mother said, "My
man, he so proud of that flag, he won't let anybody swear at it."
There are in the United States four million five hundred thousand chil-
dren from four to six years of age, mainly of foreign parentage. Only one-
twelfth of these are in kindergartens. What can we do to secure for the
other eleven-twelfths the value of kindergarten training and to these homes
the value of the kindergarten as a first community center. It has been said
that the average kindergartner does more for the community and for future
American citizenship than the average College president. "Americanize the
foreigner? Through the child let us fulfill our destiny and Americanize
EDNA DEAN BAKER.
"Don'l You Care-Come Cn, Teacher Will Tell Us a Story"
Early in the school year, our Miss Harrison wrote from Citronelle, Ala.,
that she would like to have a story-writing contest at N. K. E. C. We thought
it a splendid idea-especially when we heard the rest of the plan. She sent
us this picture you see here, and offered a prize of' 33.00 to the girl who
would write the best story about it.
Of the girls who competed, Miss Dorothy Lewek was decided to be the
winner. And here is her story:
Johnny 's Plea
The day was bright and beautiful. Merry little children were tripping to
kindergarten. To be sure they were poorly clad, but that did not mar their
happiness. Some sang snatches of Mother Goose songs as they skipped along,
and others were busily talking about what they were going to make that day
in kindergarten. On little fellow was walking alone and looking about him
as if hunting for something.
"Come on, Johnny, come on with us," cried a group of little boys. But
Johnny shook his head, and turning around, began to retrace his steps. On
his way to kindergarten he had noticed a little girl sitting on a doorstep watch-
ing the little children as they skipped to school. johnny knew that this little
girl did not go to kindergarten because he had never seen her before.
'il jus' 'isht she'd come," said johnny to himself. ul b'lieve l'll go in
ast her. It wun't do no harm." And so johnny Went along toward the door-
step where the little stranger sat. Johnny's heart beat faster, but he was a
brave lad and not at all shy. As he approached the little stranger with a
smile, he was surprised to see the scowl on the child's face.
'iSay," cried Johnny, "what's yer name?" The stranger girl looked at
Johnny a long minute, and then sullenly answered "Susie" "Oh, say, Susie,
wouldn't ya like to go wif me to kinnergarten?" John cried eagerly. Susie's
scowl increased. "Kinnergarten," said she in a tone of disgust, "what d'ya
tink l'm a gonner do in kinnergarten? That's the place for babies, 'n not big
girls like me. Maybe ya culd get Sally our baby to go wif ya, but naw, not me.
l'm a big girlg why l'm fi' years old."
"So'm l," cried johnny proudly. "An' kinnergarten ain't the place fer
babies either. Oh, we do have all kinds of fun. We play fireman an' we
plays soldier an' has soldier caps, an' we plays house an' has a girl fer the
mother an' a boy fer the father. Now, what d'ya tink o' that for fine times?
An', oo Susie, she tells the swellest stories ya ever heard in yer life."
"Never heard one," muttered Susie under her breath-but Johnny was
so excited that he paid no attention to this remark, but went on. "She tells
us 'bout tree bears who went fer a walk 'n when they was gone a little girl
came 'n ate up all their soup, 'n 'bout tree Billy Goats who was wantin' to
cross a bridge 'n the old troll didn't wan' 'em ta, but they got across a' right
'n then she tells us 'bout a li'l boy 'n girl who did get lost in the woods, but
did get found again, an' when they comed home, oh their mother was so
glad to see 'em. An' say, Susie, dun't ya want to come wif me ta kinner-
garten 'n hear all 'bout that there li'l girl 'n boy?"
By this time Susie had become interested in what johnny had been tell-
ing her and had leaned over closer to him, but still showed no signs of going.
So johnny tried once more, and putting one of his dirty, chubby little hands
under Susie's equally dirty chin, said in a voice filled with entreaty and
eagerness, "Susie, please do come wif me to kinnergarten. Teacher will tell
us a story, l know she will," cried Johnny assuringly, H 'cause she'll be so
glad yer come she'll tell any story ya want. Ya'll come, wun't ya, Susie?"
Johnny looked earnestly into Susie's down-cast face. Soon Susie moved and
slowly got up. Eagerly johnny waited.
"A'right," said Susie at last, "l'll go wif ya, 'n yer sure she'll tell a
"Yes, sure, dead sure," cried Johnny, 'Hcause teacher loves ta tell
stories 'n she'll tell ya any one ya ast fer."
"lVlaybe sheill tell 'bout the Billy Goats, or that there one 'bout the li'l
girl 'n boy what got lost in the woods," cried Susie, now as excited and eager
"Sure she will," cried Johnny, "come on, letis hurry," and taking Susie
by the hand, the two started down the street as fast as their chubby legs would
let them, talking about the wonderful story teacher would tell them when they
got to ukinnergartenf'
"Just a Hat ' '
'Tis a sad, sad story to be sure. I-low it grieves me yet, although I am
nearly reconciled! It happened like this.
In September, I9 l 8, I purchased for myself a very becoming little black
velvet hat at a very select price, and everyone said I looked very well in it.
So you all understand why I cherished this unusual hat to such a great extent.
Finally the time for our Christmas vacation rolled around, and I still
had this becoming little article. By the way, I forgot that I had another very
becoming hat, but my admiration for it could never be as great as for the
little black velvet one, which was purchased at a lesser price.
Now, this is where one of my very esteemed sisters, Miss Laura Hill,
comes into this sad story. I fully believe yet that if it hadn't been for this
esteemed Miss I-Iill, I would still have and be wearing this gone but not for-
gotten head dress, yet I will not hold it against her, for I just can't. For Laura
is such an accommodating person, although I am myself. This story leads
to show it.
As the "fast train" left for Goodland before our classes were dismissed
for Christmas vacation, I decided to wait until the next day, which is most
Long in the afternoon, I was asked by Miss I-Iill, who was leaving that
evening for Decatur, if I would not accompany her to the train. Being an
accommodating person, as I heretofore mentioned, I condescended to do so.
So I decided, since I left from that same station myself the next day,
I would just carry some of my excess baggage along and check it until the
following day, and then I would not have so much to carry. Such a head
as I have for looking into the future!
Well, Laura got on the train safely, and I returned to school, after
having checked my violin and one suitcase at the checking room.
After returning to school I thought why not go to my aunt's at Chicago
Heights, spend the night there and catch the "fast traini' to Goodland from
there the following day? This I decided to do.
After careful consideration, I decided to wear the "expensive" hat and
carry the lovely little black one. So with it carefully tied up in paper and
cord and with the rest of my baggage, I proceeded to approach the Dearborn
Station, where I could catch the 5:40 train. I left in ample time I know, but
you should have seen that station when I got there. All of Great Lakes and
Camp Grant were there. After much effort, due to my excess baggage, and
that hat, whose wrappings were twisted most artistically around my little
finger, I purchased my ticket. Then I made way to the checking room, that
is, I tried to. Well, I never expect to have such a time again as I did in get-
ting that violin and other suitcase back into my possession. It was terrible,
no one knows.
I rushed to the baggage room to get the suitcase checked. The baggage
man said, "What train you goin' on, lady?"
I said, "The 5:40." At least I was planning on going on that one,
but, of course, I dicln't tell him my doubt.
He said, "You'll never make it. You might try. I'll send your suit-
case out on the next train. I-Iere's your checks, hurry."
This I did. Oh my, how can I ever forget it! I said to some kind person,
"Where's the train to Chicago Heights?"
An answer came, "Track No. 5."
While running madly for it, the silver top flew off of my purse, which
was set with two lovely rubies. I couldn't stop for the rubies and make the
train, so I chose the latter. You know the time was indeed limited.
Some one said, "Nine coaches down."
Run! I never ran so fast in my life.
While I was ascending the train, I dropped the topless bag. The steady
porter, who had not gone through what I had just gone through, picked it
up for me.
The train started and we were off. Well, I was breathing for dear life.
And what do you think? I looked to see if my hat was still all right and all
that I had was a piece of cord still wound artistically 'round my little linger.
I just can't go any further.
LEONA C. DUNKEL.
What Is Art?
I went to college years ago
To see what I could learn,
And each instructor taught the same
As I could well discern:
In songs or kindergarten's part
They all began with "What is Art?"
For "Art" is order in the world,
Said one with stately mieng
No, "Art is creativity,
And never can be seen."
And so they went right from the start
And pondered over i'What is Art?"
For someone said "Art is cute-y clothes
Some said, "lt's pure designf'
Some said, "lt's ways of cutting classgn
Some said, "lt's beauteous linef'
But still the song that pierced my heart
Was plaintive crooning-"What is Art?"
The moral of my little tale,
As you will plainly see,
ls simply this-"lt never pays
To accept an 'lcleef "
The thing to do to get A -lr
ls follow up your teacher thus,
And get her definition straight
In spite of all the other eight.
If this you do, and play your part,
You'll know and practice-"What is Artl'
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A is for our Alma Mater, which we hold so trueg
T is for our Teachers, we love them all, we dog
H is for the Houses, four there are in number,
L is for the Laughing we hear until the girls all slumber:
E is for the Energy we put forth in our work,
T is for the Time we spent for the study we would not shirkg
l is for our Interest, it is our greatest forteg
C is for our College, which ever we'll support,
S is for the Smile in which we all excell--
Put it all together and guess what it will spell.
Hockey, hiking, tennis and swimming were introduced into girls' athletics
in the fall of this year, and ought to prove more successful with each year, on
account of the facilities for the games, and the advantages to be derived from
them. The extent and good surface of the Avilla House lot are of great im-
portance. Out of door sports and lively hockey and tennis are most healthful
and a splendid relaxation after school hours.
The Freshmen were most enthusiastic, so they organized teams of their
own, and many hours after school were spent in playing tennis on the grounds
hack of Avilla House.
lt was great fun during the year for the classes to assemble and give their
class yells. Margaret Ruth Jones surely kept the Seniors' pep on edge all
the while with her originals made up on the spur of the moment. Juniors
could not help but get a response, for their pep is great. l know the Freshmen
are waiting anxiously for the time when they can organize their different yells
with the help of Miss Hemingway, for they are a peppy bunch.
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CWith Apologies to Poe.,
l-lear the early morning bell-
What a world of warning in the morning it doth tell!
l-low it rings, rings, rings
At half past six o'clock!
While the light is slowly dawning,
All the girls are gently yawning,
Walking with an awful shock!
Still it rings, rings, rings,
Still it sings, sings, sings,
To the sorrow ancl the horror of the girls.
Oh, that bell, bell, bell,
l'low it does tell, tell, tell
Them to hurry and to Hurry with their curls.
Oh, the haunting and the taunting of that bell!
l-lear the tinkling telephone bell, tinkling bell!
What a world of mystery its ringing cloth foretell!
ln the morning and at night,
l-low it rings with all its might!
While the eager-eyed maidens cry, "Who's it for?"
One runs, while others waiting,
Stand insistently debating, near the door.
Oh, from out the telephone cell, what eager accents swell
l-low they tell,
l-low they tell
On the girl! how they tell
Of the rapture they impel.
Oh, the jingling and the tingling of that bell,
Of that bell, bell, bell.
Oh, the thrilling and the chilling of that bell.
l-lear the enthralling door bell! calling bell,
What a world of curiosity it doth compel!
The girls are all excited,
The girls are all delighted,
While someone goes to greet all in fun.
They hide and peek
To hear the visitor who will speak
The name of one whom he has called to see
And each wonders-is it she?
Oh, the tingling and the mingling of that bell,
Of that bell, bell, bell.
Oh, the charming and alarming of that bell.
A vote of thanks to Miss Baker from Mrs. Black's kindergarten.
"Miss Baker, dear, we liked those tulips,
But now We want some trees.
And if you have a chicken handy,
We'cl like it, if you please.
We thank you for the tulips bright,
But bring some bunnies home tonight.
We'd love a tiger for our zoo,
So send it out tomorrow, do!
But, thank you for those tulips."
Small boy: "Say, mother, have l got to wash my neck? l'm going
to wear a collar."
jack was in the habit of bringing lumps of sugar to kindergarten for
his lunch. One morning, in circle, he asked if he might sing a song. Miss Wil-
liams, noticing the peculiar way his mouth was working, inquired: "Why,
what have you in your mouth, Jack?" And Jack replied quickly, "My lump."
Doris fpassing the pianol: "O, Miss Kerr, l'm a Jazz Baby!"
Miss Kimball noticed that little Tommy had been watching her for
some time as she played the piano. She thought he was admiring her playing
and was quite pleased. After several minutes Tommy remarked: "You don't
play very well, do you?"
Little Billy: "Gee, Miss Norton, it's slickery out this morning. l..et's
When President Taft was a small boy, his mother made him a little
white suit. At the first washing it shrank considerably. When William tried
to put it on, he found that it was almost impossible.
"Why, mother," he said, "this suit is tighter than my skin."
"That couldn't be, William," she replied, "You know it isn't tighter
than your skin."
"But it is, mother," he said. "I can sit down in my skin, but I can't in
Alice: "Say, Miss Ackerman, where is Miss Brunell? If she wants
to go with us, she'd better wiggle a hip.
Miss Winter: "What's the matter with your brother, Paul? ls he ill?"
Paul: "No, Miss Winter. I-le's sick."
Stranger fto small boy, who has a new baby sisterj : "Well, Jimmy, how
do you like your new sister?"
Jimmy: "Pretty well, but we needed other things more."
Miss Baker: "How can we make our dollhouse look like spring?"
Edward: "Put some black paper around it for mud."
Sunday school teacher fafter the children had drawn pictures for herlz
"Let us thank God for all the things that make us happy. l wish to thank
Him for my lovely pictures."
Ruth Ann fdisapprovinglylz "Don't thank God for the pictures.
Miss Upham: "Well, Jack, what is a pencil, anyway?"
Jack: "I guess it's round like a moon, ain't it?"
Miss Baker: "What is gold, Maurice?"
Maurice: "Well, gold is like yellow, and yellow is like gold, only gold
is a little bit different.
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Perhaps these jokes are old,
And should be on the shelfg
But if you can do better,
Put in a few yourself.
Miss Baker, calling roll: "Miss Frautchyln
Miss Frautchy, absentmindedly: "Oh, hello there."
Student, carelessly packing: "Honestly, the way l'm packing the even-
ing gown you'd think l had no respect for old age."
Cecile Schultz: "There isnit anything but Primary Conference on the
program today and Miss Hooper can't be here, so we won't have any classes."
Mary Land, pessimistically: "Don't worry that We won't have classes.
They'll have Mr. Johnson take it if they can't find anyone else." '
Junior: ul thought you said you weren't going to eat any more ice cream
Freshman: Ml did."
Junior: "But here you are over at Philiberfs eating as much we ever."
Freshman: "Well, that isn't any more, is it?"
Senior: "Did you ever take chloroform?"
Freshman: "No: who teaches it?"
Poll: "ls that friend of yours honest?" .
Moll: "I-lonest? Why he wouldn't even skin a banana."
Miss Hemingway: 'iwhere did you learn to speak so Well?"
Margaret Ruth: ul used to address envelopes."
Bernice McNair: "Dr. Hedger was good today. She talked on the age
"What age is that?"
Bernice: "Oh, the age when the boy is all hands and feet."
lnquiring junior, kindly: "Where are you going?"
Mildred Andrews: "Downtown to buy stockings for gym."
lnquiring Junior: "Who's jim?"
Poor little fly on the wall,
Hasn't got no clothes at all,
No little shirty, no little skirty,
Poor little fly on the Wall.
KINDERGARTEN VERSES REVISED
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
What does your little card show?"
"Subjects l hate, and times l'm late,
And little D's all in a row."
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'Twas the month after Christmas,
And Santa had Hit,
Came there tidings for father
Which read, "Please remit!"
Little drops in water,
Little drops on land,
Make the aviator,
join the heavenly band.
Little Johnny hanged his sister,
She was dead before we missed her.
He is always up to tricks,
Ain't he cute? l'le's only six.
Willie, in a thirst for gore,
Nailed the baby to the door.
Mother said, with humor quaint,
"Willie, please don't mar the paint."
Mary had a little lamp,
It was well-trained no doubtg
For every time a fellow called,
The little lamp went out.
The prices rise in far Japan,
The prices rise in Spain,
The rise in price in this here school,
Is driving pa insane.
When the donkey saw the zebra,
I-Ie began to switch his tail,
"Well, I never!" was his comment,
There's a mule that's been in jail."
"What are you doing, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going to sneeze, kind sir," she said.
"At who? At who, my pretty maid?"
"At-choo! At-choo!" was all she said.
Little boy, Little girl,
Christmas skates, Christmas paintsg
Thin ice, Sucked the brushes,
Golden Crates. joined the Saints.
NOTICE TO JUNIORS! MODEL FOR APPLICATIONS
Chicago, Ill., lVIay 35th, I900.
Board of Education,
Somewhere in America.
In reply to your advertisement, will say that while I am not quite a
kindergartner I have always been fond of them and whenever I can I try to
be like them. Therefore I would be glad to take advantage of your offer
and become a real one.
Educationally, I have had a six months' course in business college, sup-
plemented by two years' work in a manufacturing plant where they made
baby carriages and other useful articles of furniture. This work was done
during the war, which was awful. At the same time I studied birds through
a correspondence course, and am a great lover of nature and human beings
and other living creatures.
Besides all this valuable experience I took a trip to the Canadian North-
west, getting as far up as the Circle where the Aurora speeds its silken swish
in opal tints from horizon to horizon in a stillness deep and startling, and the
full moon rolls up, a mighty glowing World, and sets aflame the borderland
where earth and sky are one.
Also I worked on a seed catalogue for a mail order house which died
prematurely for lack of financial milk.
Besides my many other accomplishments l can drive a Ford, and have
assisted in a day nursery at such tasks as washing and dressing the children,
mopping floors, and making beds.
As to your other points, l need only to be given a chance and l'll show
you. My motto is-Hlill Do lt"-and it has never failed me.
As to compensation, my opinion is that although at present l'm getting
51525.00 per week clerking for a large and prosperous loop firm, l would
consider 330.00 per week ample remuneration for this noble service, namely,
trying to educate America's young. It is indeed a high calling, and trusting
l will be called, too.
Sincerely I remain,
HORTENSE THE I-IOIVIELY.
A period to be dedicated to letter writing, we suggest as an improve-
ment over the old method of Writing them during class hours.
A rest room outside Miss Edna Baker's office for the convenience of
A Hivver to be used as a bus for the College Demonstration School.
A waste basket outside each class room door where students may drop
all slang before entering.
Automatic silence for those who call roll in the assembly hall.
F AMILIAR SOUNDS
Doughnuts, five cents!
Wonder who we'll have to listen to at assembly today!
Got a new hat? l-low sweet!
Wonder who the men in the dining room are?
That call's for me! I'll answer it!
Take off the jazz, here comes Mrs. Moody!
Get away from the window!
What do we have for lunch?
Any mail for me?
Miss Kearns, would you kindly post a list of Faculty ages on the bulletin
board? This, we feel, would promote the efficient use of study hour in the
dormitories since at the present writing much valuable time is used in the
pursuit of this knowledge.
CAN YOU IMAGINE
Miss Edna Baker in a leopard skin coat?
Bernice McNair without her marcel?
Edyth Pyle at breakfast?
Georgiana Barnes minus a week-end date?
Miss Kearns taking responsibility lightly?
Miss McElroy not good-natured?
May Whitcomb Hunking?
Helen Lytle entirely alone?
Miss Hemingway with nothing to do?
Edna Mae Murray without a date?
Isabel Boyd not managing?
Margaret Ruth with nothing to say?
Van Swanson without "pep"?
Maryette and Honey far apart?
Peggy Daykin anything but neat?
Cecile not selling doughnuts?
Emily Jenkins not getting a phone call?
Dr. Hedger not saying, "Let's have some air?"
No Held trips when it rains?
Miss Mount slumping around?
Georgianna Barnes-"When You're in Love."
Edyth Pyle-"Just Wait Till You See Me With My Sweetie."
Esther Smith-"A Good Man Is Hard to Find."
Miss McElroy-"Keep on Smiling."
Milly Rhoades-"I Wonder Why It Is I Like to Look at You."
Coyla Frautchy-"Oh, What a Pal Was Mary."
Lucille Thrush-"Dream On."
Marjorie Sheflield-"Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning."
Billy Danahy-"Anybody Here Seen Kelly?"
Peg Daykin-"Last Night I Lay Dreaming."
Edith Leonard-"California in September."
All girls are silly over men,
'Tis plain as plain can be.
Just listen and you'll notice
When they laugh they say he! he!
The phone bell is ringing,
When a maiden, small and neat,
Arises for to answer it,
From her cosy window seat.
She answers sweetly, saying,
"Who is it, please, today?"
"Elizabeth House is wanted."
"Not in!" we hear her say.
A commuter's life's sure the life for me,
Why, there's nothing to do at all, you see,
But to try to catch an Evanston L
At five o'clock, when it's going like-well,
When l'm married I'll live at the Blackstone,
And at five o'clock I'll be taking me tea.
Oh, a commuter's life's sure the life for me!
AT THE LAST DANCE
"lt's hard," he said,
WTO keep on your feetg
This is such a slippery Hoor.
"That's true," she said,
"But l wouldn't mind
If you'd keep off 'em more!"
Little dabs 0' powder,
Little specks 0' paint,
Make a person's freckles,
Look as if they ainit.
IT SOMETIMES HAPPENS
So beautiful she seemed to me,
l wished that we might wed.
Her neck, 'twas just like ivory,
But, alas, so was her head.
YOU AND I
My faults are many,
You have only two:
Everything you ever say,
An' everything you do!
WE FIND IT SO
The saddest words of tongue or pen
May be perhaps, 'ilt might have been
The gladdest words We know, by heck,
Are only these, "Enclosed find checkl'
ARE THERE OTHERS?
There once lived a girl in the East,
Who dined almost wholly on yeast.
"For," she said, uit is plain
We must all rise again,
And I want to get started at least."
SHE WOULDN'T BELIEVE YOU
You can always tell the English,
g You can always tell the Dutch,
You can always tell a Junior,
But you can't tell her very much.
The Architecture Class one day
Field tripped across the town,
They heard what teacher had to say
And then stood up-side-down,
That they might View more perfectly
The buildings they had come to see.
Then having star-gazed near and far
At buildings old and new
They tried to take a State street car,
The people laughed to view,
One poor lone man, with all
Those noisy maidens at his call.
They blithely hopped upon the car,
Then went in two by twog
But the many maids completely hid
The instructor from viewg
And so the street car started out
Though vainly did the teacher shout.
One maid, however, stood by him
And dried his tears awayg
So he and she did step around
For fully half a day.
They left the others in the lurch
And never showed up at the church!
That class of wrathful maidens said
That they would like to know
just why he chose that special girl
And just where they did go-
So when they choose again to roam
The rest of us will stay at home!
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