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STUART GOODMAN, '34 RoBER'r E. LANE, '35 ASSOCIATE EDITORS DIDI GAw'rHRoP, '34 J. CHRISTY CQNNER, '34 CAROLYN ELLEY, '36 MAURO DI SABATINO, '34 MARION WARNER, '35 MARY FOWLER, '36 ELIZABETH SCHOONOVER, '36 ART EDITOR BETTY HAWKINS, '34 ASSISTANT ART EDITORS BETTINA BGNNER, '36 EUGENE CRAWFORD, '36 ISABEL SPEAKMAN, '37 PEGGY WOODBRIDGE, '37 ELIZABETH NORMAN, '35 BUSINESS MANAGER RICHARD WOODBRIDGE, '35 ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGERS CHARLES ELLIS, '36 DAVID BRYAN, '37 ALUMNI EDITOR PARENT EDITOR ADELAIDE MAHONEY, '31 Mas. EDWARD G. POOLE Entered as Second-Class Matter JANUARY 14, 1926 at the Post Ofice at WILMINGTON, DELAWARE, under the Act of MARCH 3, 1879 51, 'x -inli- ilfh Psi M1111 II 4 vi 'Q' .N ,', .-2' it SEV? ii! , 1 SEQ "fiiT','Q5ef3 , QJYTQJBJ TABLE OF CONTENTS FRONTISPIECE ...... EDITORIALS Christmas 1933, J. S. S., '34 ........ Health, E. A. R., '34 ............................ Community Spirit, E. A. R., '34 ............... LITERARY Virgilius Nocturnus, Catherine Dill, '34 ........................... The Wanderlust, Eugene Plumstead, '34 ....................... Thrills of the Alaskan Salmon Stream, Bob Carpenter, ' Colored Woods of Fall, Ellsworth Gentry, '35 ............... Metropolis, J. Stuart Goodman, '34 ................................... Glimpses from a Train Window, Betty Hawkins, '34 Nemesis, Christy Conner, '34 ......................................... Riding a Moose, William A. Hart, Eighth Grade ......... "Master of Jalna," Elizabeth Taylor, '35 ................. Nightfall, Anonymous ................................................ Arrival, William A. Hart, Eighth Grade ...... Night Fall, Mary Ann Ranken, '34 ............ On Telephoning, Elizabeth Taylor, '35 ........ Barns, Elizabeth Norman, '35 ........................ Bits from Ninth Grade Autobiographies ...... Fortes, J. Stuart Goodman, '34 .......................... Cape Henry, Virginia, Judith Gravely, '35 ...... Letters, Barbara Bonham, '34 ........................................... Aloneness, Edith Runge, '34 ................................................... Last Minute Thoughts, Jeanne Lytle, Eighth Grade "Flush"-Virginia Woolf, Mary Ann Ranken, '34 ........... To the Mail-Clad One, Eugene Plumstead, '34 ................... Shoes and Stockings, Richard G. Woodbridge, '35 ....... Strange Death, Jane De Blois, '34 ................................ LOWER SCHOOL DEPARTMENT ..... SCHOOL NOTES ............................... ALUMNI .................. PARENTS ....................................................... OBSERVATIONS FROM THE TOWER ...... ATHLETICS ................................................ JOKES ................ EXCHANGES ....... X , ,,...1l.. s , ,R 'YI 'Twas the night before Christmas, And in yonder blue sky, Was a miniature sleighg Who could doubt it? Not I! f . ' U 'J' SE ff-7 3 "Yi I in. Nl 'M Jgwh I sueh e fat little driver, ' Whose laugh was so jolly, - . To believe him unreal Would have been naught but feuy. A r ' II 'gulf' 1 With a shrill piercing whistle, il Ill- Q He dove down the chimney, i -'. , 1' ,,,m,,,,,y1lI W Bringing toys and good cheer, r 2.1, And departing so nimbly. K xl' . 'J s Q mxyllllun 1 p Then a call to his reindeer, ' - W . And a snap of his iingerg WWII!! To his sleigh, and awayg He had no time to linger. 111 A lf' 1 As he sped through the air, r I . : .. " ' ' A And across the new moon, Could I question the sound, Of his sleigh-bells' glad tune? DAVID BRYAN, '37. ft all I fa I ul l W f' 1 ,, fl' l Q f Q e fl gt fl 1' 1 l f I Q ' 1 A Q Il' " , l r l X' . f , far D Vital ff I 1 f '.f M 1 x ff ', l X w ,H It a. v T , A ' in , ' Zi Wx 5,3 ati I f .4 X '41 r gi ff'f1'-19:1 ,si 0 GL I "'f-'1-fwigglsll gr- 1- J 41 Qyilld I L f-ii! L- 'D-"'m!:'g'n"'- f ,Ny- -!w J . I I ,-ff f ga ,-, - ' ' - ' , fault-fy. . X -hi ' K e 1 - s I ti' zigfntvxwx fha. "I -44 ", jigs!! , :A L- V Ifriwa ,47 . ,viii ', "' - 3 I, ' ff ,,, , xx . 165-x .,-.e xy .. Us ,.:. "7'j2yL:"1-.E-6 X' Q2 - 1 . , .,, , . . . . ...... . - L 'g,,f,,' Q' r JD lf'-Q5 ,ff',O,,Vf,g4xqn , e ,-1 ,ref ,jig , 4- 1 1 A., V ,flflil ' pf,.,,,., .,iZv'.ifA.L U-:Ex 'rx- ' -ak fi - -1-' F- - ' M ',','e-ns, r-,S--s ' -.- 2 --V,-ltfrfsfs Q "' X' fa . J-f 1. is 4 'ff .. - - f :Y ,4 if li V , -.en Al- vm-A 1 - ' f 1 - 1. 4 , . ..--- V -2 - X.. ,ijgvk , -, Us I - X ' , Tower qfill 5611001 4 CHRISTMAS 1 933 LOSE to two milleniums ago on Christ- mas Day there began the making of a doctrine which in turn was to make a new era of history. The basic ideal of this beautiful dogma was the love of our comrade men. A God was sent to dwell with us clay giants and interpret and expand this doctrine to us so that we too might come into a state of perfect union with the universal scheme into which we stumbled countless ages be- fore. He manifested the glory of such an ideal by His own life and death. He left with us His words and the memory of His perfect fortitude and beauty of being. With this glimmering of light from the Master-poet begimiing to seep through the darkness of our intellects, We continued our blundering, unsteady march toward an un- certain goal. Brave men propounded this ideal over the face of the earth, and some- qs times their courage was rewarded by death and sometimes by the conversion of multi- tudes to the faith of a doctrine of love. The original words of the N azerene were warped, blasphemed and used to narrow, worldly ends until we became uncertain of the veracity of any one version in the shriek- ing maze of creeds. Forgetting the underly- ing ideal of love, men continued to claw at each other as their Cro-Magnon forbears had done before His coming. It was, and is, in- deed a mad thing to claw at each other like primitives over a slight difference of inter- pretation of dogma, and indeed disregard our mission of love altogether, while the ideal of love stands above and beyond the reeking fray, perfect and untainted. Needless to say, we-acting as the great nations and masses of mankind-have failed miserably in manifesting the ideal which our he Tower CDial Ruler endeavored to ingrain from His form into our clay forms. Of course, We have in varying extents brought its beauty and music into our individual lives, and lived and died. more fully for this reason. However, plainly it is not too late to enrich our entire scheme of existence with the harmonies of this song. Never before, in the whole ridiculous course of our blunderings, has the futility of our petty hates and nationalisms been thrown into our faces as in the past four years of world-wide upheaval. For once all mankind has been thrown into chaos together by a universal, imperfect, economic and political machine-and not by the slashings of a few warriors in one tiny corner of the globe. We can blame nothing but our past stupidity for the condition into which We were precipitated in the latter part of 1929. After considerable floundering about, and whimsical, sentimental philosophizing, and prayers for new life for our sadly smashed machine, we unconsciously began to fall back on the fundamental ideal of the universe for aid in our degradation. The occurrences of the past four years have made us acutely conscious of the unity and comradeship of all mankind. We are, in some infinitesimal measure, beginning to point our efforts toward action as a world, and not as an insane hodgepodge of tiny na- tions and tiny, petty national actions. On this Christmas of 1933, we face a higher possibility of the fulfillment of the ideals set for us before we were conceived, than ever before. The light of our capabil- ities, our past insanities, and above all, the true feasibility of the heavenly ideal, is surely dawning upon us. If we are the creatures who are masterpieces of creation that we pretend to be, we will not hesitate to bring' about the unlimited universal good to our fellows, so easily obtainable by the embrac- ing of this ever-present ideal which stands before our very eyes and shouts forth its untapped, endless possibilities. Doing so, we shall greatly aid our fortitude in our search for beauty, and in union with our Sender. J. S. G., '34 HEALTH C 4 EALTH IS WEALTH." The origin- ator of that phrase put a world of wisdom into those three short words. First of all, physical health makes us agile and happy. A healthy person is more likely to throw off the covers in the morning and jump out of bed, whereas a sickly per- son crawls reluctantly forth With a shiver and a groan at the slightest contact with air. Such a one comes down to breakfact with a gloomy, tired expression and proceeds to find fault with everything he eats. Thus all those with whom he associates that morning are put into an equally pleasant humor for the day. However, the individual who comes trip- ping gaily down the stairs and eats his break- fast heartily, the healthy person, that is, cheers up his fellow beings and indirectly in- spires them. But one can't be happy and cheerful mentally if physically We are feeling "low". The healthy person is not easily daunted. A temporary failure, either in athletics, studies, or in his social group does not kill his initiative. In many cases, it merely spurs him on to do better the next time, to succeed. 619' The person who has poor health is less likely to have this mental determination because he hasn't the physical energy to back it up. The healthy person is active. He usually takes part in all sorts of activities around the school, outdoors or indoors. He or she can play a better game of football or hockey, can serve more efficiently on committees, and can'y a more active part in class discussions and studies than one who often feels worn- out. The healthy person is dependable. If a project is to be carried out, we would much rather entrust it to a person who, we know, will be able to further it. Although one should certainly emphasize that luck is a great factor, the individual who can look upon his life and say, "I have Tower "J"fill School hardly had a sick day," is justified in being proud. It is a fine record which has meant happiness in all that he or she did, therefore adding to someone else's pleasure, too. Right here, in Tower Hill School, we have seventeen boys and girls who were never ab- sent from the school last year. As the people with such a record should be proud, so should we be proud of them. These seventeen were in all the grades, from the fourth to the twelfth, age making no difference. Health is wealth-the kind that we can achieve for ourselves, by ourselves. It is a valuable investment paying a high dividend, having a long guarantee, and requiring com- paratively little from you in return. Is this not worth striving for? E. A. R., '34 COMMUNITY SPIRIT E HEAR a good deal about school spirit, about feeling one's self a part of this unit which is our school, and about partaking in its diverse activities in order to promote the growth and welfare of the whole. But our school and we ourselves are a part of a yet larger unit, the city of Wilmington, and is it not therefore our duty and privilege to consider ourselves members of it? I say privilege, because that is what it is to be able to take a part in some activity here and to carry it out well, no matter if it be great or small. Let me try to give you some examples of what I mean by community spirit. Many people freely give money to charities and other philanthropic organizations, but how many of them go personally to the unfortu- nates who have to live off the bounty of an- other, and try to encourage them or speak a +6-I7 few words of good cheer? Often a friendly smile or shake of the hand will do quite a lot towards helping these people re-assert them- selves. How many of us who do give financial aid know where it goes, or how it is utilized? I think it highly worth while to inform one's self on so important a branch of our city government. Which charities should be sup- ported, which need re-organizing and why? Is reliable time and money wasted in ineffi- cient management? These are important questionsg they cannot be answered in a short space of time, but are deserving of long consideration. Perhaps we are powerless to do anything important, at least now, but we will not always be. It is our schoolg we do in it certain things one deems necessaryg it is our communityg we should try to bring about similar changes. Giving thought to these questions above is one essence of com- The 'Tower CDi:-11 munity spirit-not merely helping, which is of course also valuable, but taking a real in- terest in the how and the why and then applying that knowledge to the best of one's ability and opportunity. There are many more phases of commun- ity spirit, but I speak of giving in connection with Christmas, the season when more than at any other time, the joy of giving is mani- fested. Merry Christmas-and may all our readers feel that pleasure as a first step on the road to community spirit. E. A. R., '34 SP' Tower will School Q --I----.:: i l 7 ,,,,,, i If 11-lik AI 1 Q ' Il 'Nu- vcf , 'is 1::r--'- i i as Q.. LITERARY C 4 ELL, the other two pupils in Latin class may be keen about Virgil," I groaned one evening, "but I'm beginning to wonder if I can ever wade through this mass of description." A low growl answered me from a dark corner of the study. Ordinarily petrified of unusual sounds in the dark, I should have died on the spot, but instead I went on grumbling about the Latin Classics, and faintly wondered if the dog was having bad dreams again. "Why does Juno insist on be- ing such a shrew? Her jealousy is abnormal, besides being hard to translate. What's the matter, Jack? Did you eat too many dog biscuits ?" There was no answer, but instinctively I felt the presence of an additional person in the room. Hearing a soft swish, and a deep voice preparing to speak with an impressive 419 rumble, I turned to see a tall figure glaring down at me from under beady black brows. He was not the ordinary type of massive giant one sees at a major football game, or up in the lumber camps pushing logs down- stream. Here was no mere gridiron star nor Jacques Leblanc! Instead one gazed up at the majesty of a man eight feet high. With an impressive gesture he folded his arms and began to thunder down from the heights. "Young woman, what do you mean by taking my name in vain! Feel flattered that you are now in the presence of Jupiter the All-Powerful, the Almighty, king of gods and mankindg Lord of the Universe, the earth, sky and seag Ruler of all nations, Manager of the Heavenly Council which meets every eclipse. That's what our old time gods would say. Seriously speaking, I am Virgil, whom you have been so violently denouncing," he The Tower CDial added, chuckling. "Still, I don't blame you for it. You know, I don't believe many people do understand Juno, although they pretend to be great authorities on the subject. The fact is, CI can speak frankly because the Roman Gods are all dead and gone, now. Christianity put an end to them.J you never really heard what made her so bad-tempered. By the way, don't you think I make a good Jupiter? Men of Latium were of that opin- ion. I never could imagine why I was so tall, except that it was convenient to hold up the arches at Rome while they were being re- paired." Here he stroked his sylvan beard pensively. "Hm. I'm off the point. Yes, decidedly off the point. It seems that Juno, up in the celestial palace, had had a hard day trying to persuade the winds to finish her autumnal housecleaning and she wanted her husband to come home in time for supper-not keep her waiting, as he usually did. He had made a promise that he would greet her that eve- ning, the instant Apollo's horses were in the stable. "She was very much pleased and, believ- ing him to be a reformed man at last, began to prepare a little feast to celebrate. You know all the things women do when they want to ask for money nowadays. Juno knew them too, and she first planned a wonderful dinner for just the two of them. She brought out his old toga, the purple one with the tarnished gold stripes. It looked rather shab- by, but it was his favorite. Oh, she took the starch out of it so that it wou1dn't scratch his neck. Then she 'put cloud pillows on the floor so he could leave his sandals off and rest his feet. All his little idiosyncracies were catered to. "After she had put on her most becoming robe and sprayed lotus scent on her eye- lashes, she sat down to wait for him.-Now, before I finish, you know very well that old 'Juppy' never kept his promise.-No, you should never believe anyone to a great ex- tent.-It's too discouraging. "Juno became mighty worried, then afraid, and finally terrified that something had happened to him. She tried to call him on the Mercurial telephone but 'Merk' said there was no answer. Then Juno almost had hysterics from worrying. She borrowed Di- ana's car because it was fast CDi' was off duty that nightl and drove down to the temple. "As she approached the sacred grove, she heard a lot of laughter that didn't sound business-like, and also some music. Now Juno had a quick brain and she realized right away what was going on. She started to be offended but remained calm, and, deciding to be very self-controlled, she walked into the inner office of the temple. "The sight that met her eyes quite stupi- fied her for a moment. There, seated on the Iioor between two brand new harvest wine casks, was her dignified husband, siphoning tastes from first one cask, then the other. His little attendants were, instead of stand- ing respectively at attention, playing leap- frog over the celestial waste baskets and singing in loud voices, terrible harmony. "The spectacle shamed poor Juno, but above all, destroyed every vestige of faith she had in her husband. He had apparently disregarded her entirely, in favor of an eve- ning with Bacchus, the brute! This was the beginning of their whole unhappy existence and probably would go on forever." "Poor queen, she didn't get a fair deal, did she?" I said moodily. "It's enough to make anyone bad-tempered." Virgil glanced at me a little condescendingly, and yet sadly. "Ah, but we all make mistakes-Now, if Juno had been tactful and helped him a little, instead of being in a perpetual rage after- wards, she would have been a much happier 1013+ goddess. "Now you had better finish your trans- lation or you will hear from your teacher." Saying this with a very earnest stress on the "finish", without further advice he vanished. "Hin," I thought to myself after the last lines had been done, "Jim and Fred won't have a chance to talk in class tomorrow. They can be the listeners for awhile." CATHERINE DILL, '34. THE WANDERLUST I hear a voiceg It comes from afar, and like a hand it bec- kons me From across the silvery sheen of Waters that glisten Like a gem in a jeweler's window: The iiute-like voice callsg ,It calls not once but many times, Urging me with exuberant predications, Telling me of marble cities mounted in emeralds, Of dirty cities obscured by fog and soot, Of open iields, and heaths cut by broad highways, Or perhaps, by dusty, dry lanesg Of byways with inns for travellers' refuge, With their low-raftered rooms and open fires: Of hosts who speak a different language and whose thoughts Are so like, yet so far apart from mine. The sonorous voice rings on: It tells with petitional intonations that all, All las though it may not ever bel is at peace: And now I may cross the twisted waters and see The lands of my imagination in their real- ity. EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34, 49111 Tower cJ'fill ,School THRILLS OF THE ALASKAN SALMON STREAM BEAR hunting in Alaska is done mostly on the salmon streams. Mighty hordes of these silver fish come each fall to fresh water streams in order to spawn. The salmon leads a hectic life from the moment he enters the stream until he is finally slaughtered by some voracious eater or dies in ther form of a de- cayed mass of fiesh. The sights to be seen on a salmon stream are very enticing to the nature enthusiast as well as the hunter. Everything imagin- able comes to the salmon stream to satisfy his need of food before winter. Great bold eagles soar over head and perch in trees waiting for some wretched salmon to pas over a shallow bar. Hundreds of sea gulls wander up and down the stream gobbling up salmon eggs and pecking the eyes out of dy- ing salmon. Among the salmon egg consum- ers are the small, bantam-like crows of Alaska, ravens, herons, ducks, and many other species of the bird kingdom. It is hard to imagine the great array of bird-life there is at salmon streams. Here comes too the mighty Alaskan brown bear, known to many as the kadiak bear, his bowed legs carrying him in a lum- bering motion down the bear path worn along the water's edge. The huge bulk, sometimes measuring thirteen feet in length and weigh- ing over eleven hundred pounds, surpasses any other carnivorous animal in size. Most vivid in my memory is an experience we had when encountering one of these ani- mals. Minutes seemed hours to us anxious hunters who sat patiently waiting for the brown monster to come into range. Closer and closer he came, stopping now and then to make a swipe with his giant paw at some careless salmon. As the mammoth reached the hundred yard mark, I said, between chat- The Tower CDial tering teeth, "Shall I let 'im have it ?" The old Alaskan guide shook his head, "Wait till he reaches fifty." Still he kept com- ing closer and closer. Cold shivers shot up and down my back and my teeth chattered harder every minute. Finally when he was almost on top of me a voice whispered, "Bust 'im." Up went the 30.06 Springlield, but to my great horror the barrel shook like a leaf. At that moment the mountain of fur in front of us rose up on his hind legs. At last after what seemed hours of aiming, the barrel steadied and I touched the hair trigger. The huge bear in front of me fell backwards into the stream with blood gushing from a wound in his chest. Before I could think, he was on his feet, a fighting demon, belching out great roars and snapping teeth like fire crackers. The great hole in his chest turned the clear mountain water into a crimson red. Another bullet tore into his bull neck and down he went for the second time, only to get up a raging maniac. At last my sight rested on his giant skull and this time he sank down never to rise. We had to wait ten minutes before approaching my trophy because more people are killed by brown bears playing possum than in any other way. Bon CARPENTER, '34. COLORED WOODS OF FALL WHILE Jack Frost in his little paint vest now carries a small can of deep green paint, the rest of his vest is filled with cans of fall colors, with which he will decorate his many forests. Yesterday when I walked into the Rock- ford Woods I was held spell-bound by the picturesque scene that my eyes beheld. I knew right there and then that old Jackie had lost no time in getting his men to work redressing Mother Nature's peaceful land- scape. All the trees and shrubbery that not long ago were green are now changing to their fall dresses. Here and there we see long out-stretched arms covered with a coat of green leaves spattered with red, and where Mr. Frost has kept his men working overtime the red spottings completely cover the green. In some places Jack is throwing his paintings to the winds. These leaves have long ago turned red, and are now yellow. They come down very slowly, turning this way and that as the winds scatter them to the four points of the compass. Some fall to the ground, to be blown into nearby bushes, where they form warm blankets which will protect the surrounding vegetation that has been tucked away for the winter by Mother Nature. Others fall in the creek that peacefully makes its way toward the river. Here upon the water, which babbles in and out among the rocks, they sail like little boats, following the currents of the stream, while behind, others fall to make a carpet of gold upon God's flowing wine. As the trees shed their wearing apparel they become barer and bar- er, and it will not be long until they are rais- ing their leafless branches to heaven, waiting the descent of the snow which will hide their nakedness for the winter. ELLswoa'rn GENTRY, '35, METROPOLIS This great and gaudy city, This thing of stone and steel, What, pray, does it know now? What, pray, does it feel? Does it know the colors? Does it know the pain? Does it feel the sunlight Warming it again? 12 ,p Does it know the beauty? Does it feel the brave, Surging thru its channels To cheat that distant grave? The brave who are the living, The brave who never die, The, brave who gather stardust From out a darkened sky. Does it smell the richness Of the earth below its feet, And see glory in the future It marches on to meet? Does it hear the rhythm Of sea and earth and time? Does it hear the music, Does it know the rhyme? Can it solve the riddle Of a world that's just begun? Does it know the outcome Of a race that isn't run ? This great and gaudy city, This thing of stone and steel, What, pray, does it know now ? What, pray, does it feel? J. STUART Goonuan, '34, GLIMPSES FRCM A TRAIN WINDOW 'PORTERJ Porter!" A red cap strides by. "Paper! Paper! Morning Edition!" An elderly gentleman has temporarily stop- ped this dirty, ragged boy's calling. Here a family group, evidently, is giving its farewell advice to an aunt or some other relatives. There a crying child is being dragged along, his stocky legs unable to keep up with the long gait of his parent. A rumble of wheels of Q18 Tower c.7'fill ,School a handcar carrying trunks, some shiny, some like a patchwork quilt, is heard on a cement platform. The handcar is seen for a second among the throng of people, each interested in his own affairs. A glare of lights illumi- nates the faces of the people, a few sad, oth- ers intent on the project at hand, and still others laughing or chatting with a friend. Yellows, bright reds or gaudy oranges which belong to a hat in some cases or to a sweater or coat in others, catch my eye and then dis- appear or else another object attracts my at- tention. Across the platform a shiny train comes steaming in like a great monster. Its clanging bell moves intermittently. Its win- dows are a-glow from the light within, and its passengers are bustling to and fro Within it, for it has reached its destination. Puff ! puff ! our train is slowly beginning to move. A few arriving at the last minute have start- ed to run, their coat-tails a-iiying and their bags giving them an occasional bump as they make one last desperate attempt to reach the train. Chug, chug, the train is beginning to move faster and people are waving and then returning to the station room. Now the train has left the platform and set up a steady rhythm. An occasional iiash of blue, red, or yellow light, a glimpse of cold, shiny blue steel rails or a vague post is all that can be seen in this darkness of an underground entrance station. My journey has actually started. I take out my book and commence to read a story, a very interesting one. At intervals iiashes of sunshine cross the page. Why, we are out in the open at last! Above us is blue sky, and on eye-level with us are soot-covered buildings. A flabby pillow hangs out of a window, a dirty woman's face peers out of another. Lines of clothes are blowing glee- fully in the wind. Below us are streets where automobiles, trucks and an occasional wagon are seen for a moment. The Tower CDial I resume my reading. When I look up and gaze out of the window again, a view of a fleeing landscape meets my vision. Hills fringed with green, over which great billowy clouds seem to be sliding, a sparkling brook, a red barn, or a colorful farm house, cattle grazing peacefully on spring grass, a winding road are some of the things that I catch glimpses of. Now the train is chug, chug, chugging along an ascent on a mountain side and we are gradually gaining height. A pan- orama of a winding, shining river on which tug-boats, excursion boats, fishermen's boats are moving, of groups of oak trees which line its sloping banks, of bridges which are spanned across it, of roads, of fields like patches on a brown coat puffed out in places and in deep folds in others, now greets me. Over yonder a series of neat houses are in a row, with red or green roofs gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Again I resume my book and again I stop, this time, however, because of a sudden jerk -the train has come to a small station. One of our many passengers gets off. Then the train again starts and with each chug I am coming nearer and nearer to my destination, for the train is eating up the miles. On thinking back over this trip a few of these glimpses from the train window flash before me. I think that these views are like a moving picture of what civilization has done with itself and with this land. BETTY HAWKINS, '34. NEMESIS IT was a most unusual night. The wind came in spasmodic gusts which shook the old house from roof to cellar. The shrubbery cast eerie shadows about the grounds, flut- tering in the cold lunar radiance like things alive. . Within Roger Coleiield was feverishly running to and fro with vials of multi-col- ored liquids in his hand. The room seemed but half a laboratory, for, although one wall was equipped with scientific apparatus, the other wall was a mass of books. "The Next War," "The Great War," "Legal Murder," "Menace to Civilization," and similar vol- umes lined the wall. Several of these were lying open on a nearby table. Roger Cole- field picked up one of these and commenced to read it aloud. "The next war will proba- bly wipe out the whole of civilization. It will doubtless involve every living man on the globe with its deadly gases and deadlier germ cultures, culminating in the complete annihil- ation of human life. The next war will be a lesson lost on polluted corpses and gleaming skeletons which are no longer bothered with worldly affairs. -" "Oh, I say, did you call, Sir?" It was Williams, Coleiield's ancient man-servant. "Confound it, no!" thundered Roger. "How many times must I tell you to never disturb me when I am at my work? Do you realize, man, that human civilization might depend on this?" "Oh, no, Sir !" lCWhat?!! "That is, I mean, most assuredly, yes, Sir!" "Ah, that's better." Roger's voice took on a confident tone. "You know, Williams, I am on the verge of the greatest discovery in history. A lethal gas that will produce a harmless sleep of several hours on the sub- ject. By means of this non-fatal weapon an entire army may be disarmed while in a sound sleep. Don't you see? It's the thing of a lifetime, man. Now go and leave me alone with my work." Colefield promptly returned to his laborious experimenting. Finally he immersed two electrodes in a pur- plish green liquid and stepped over to a 1419 switchboard which was near at hand. "Ah, now for the final test," he breathed, and with that his hand came down on a glittering knife switch. Power hummed, and gas in enor- mous bubbles gurgled up from the purple solution. "Odd," thought Roger. "Howl sleepy I am. I am so drowsy I can hardly keep my eyes open. Here, I must sit down." With that Colefield sank into an over-stuffed chair completely overcome with Weariness. "My word, the stuff seems to be Working," he mused aloud. "Oh, hang it all, there goes the 'phone." Abruptly he picked up the in- strument, "What, war declared? I have met with success. Yes, my discovery has been opportune .... I shall 'phone the government laboratories. The preparation can start at once." Days later troops were assembled, the enemy surrounded in the city of New York and the first trial of "Colefield-X" was at hand. The bombs were detonated within the city limits and soon sleep-producing gas at- tacked every man of the enemy forces. The men were seized by an overpowering drowsi- ness that offered sleep, welcome sleep, that rested the fatigued mind and body gradual- lyg one by one they dropped off into the abyss of oblivion. Cheers greeted Colefield on ev- ery hand from the victorious army. The disarmament of the enemy had been short and complete. Suddenly the ringing of a bell beat upon Co1efield's ears. The vision faded. He was again in his room and the phone was ringing. He looked at his watch. "It has all been a dream," he murmured absently. "All a dream." Finally he turned and picked up the phone, "Hello, what's that you say? We are at war-war? Why I have just been dreaming-Oh!" The instrument fell from his hand. His whole body collapsed limply on the floor-It was no useg Roger Colefield's gas had been a failure. CHRISTY CONNER, '34, 4115 'Tower c.7'fill ,School RIDING A MOOSE TOM, Dick, and I were going hunting in Quebec, Canada. The first day out from St. Augustine de Wolbern we traveled twen- ty miles. It was very hard going, over stones, logs, hills, and creeks. We were carrying about seventy pounds apiece. This included our food supplies, rifies, and a small collapsible boat in which we were going to hunt moose. The second day out we picked up a moose trail which we followed all day in hopes of finding a moose to ride. I was very anxious to ride a moose. This is accomplished by sighting a moose when he is in the middle of a lake. Two paddlers in a boat, go after the moose, while the prospective rider sits in the middle of the boat. Since the paddlers can paddle faster than the moose can swim, one soon overtakes the desired animal. It is a quick jump to his back, as one holds a long hunting knife in his hand, and a clever trick to grab hold of his broad antlers. Then a desperate ride to the shore. Last of all there is a sharp thrust of the knife into his heart. I was to ride the first moose, Tom the sec- ond, and Dick the third. The next morning toward noon we came to some very fresh tracks along a fairly large lake. Unpacking our boat we hurried out on the lake to see if there were any moose crossing. As we rounded a point we saw one of the great beasts swimming in the middle of the lake. The paddlers set to work and as we came alongside of the quarry, I jumped on his back. He ducked his head trying' to shake me loose and set out with fast strokes for shore. How fast thoughts began racing through my head! What if I never get to shore? Whoopsl I hope he doesn't try that again! I wish he would hurry up! I wonder if I should prick him with my knife? No that might make him rear. I might drown The Tower CDial with all this heavy clothing on! I hope I kill him with the first thrust because I don't Want him to buck me off and toss me up in the air with those large, sharp antlers. By this time we had neared the shore and I was getting into a good position to ram the knife home. As the great moose came charging out of the Water running and buck- ing with all his might, I took a tight hold on my knife and plunged it between his ribs squarely into his heart. He fell to the ground with blood gushing from the wound. At last I had ridden a moose. WILLIAM A. HART, Eighth Grade. GOD'S PURPOSE? When God gave us our heritage could He have meant That souls should be warped and bodies be bentg That death-dealing weapons should take such a toll With life as the stakes and no visible goal? Does man build up nations of iiesh, steel and stone To take them right down for reasons un- known? The youth of today must not hesitate To iight off this foe and forget how to hate. EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34, "MASTER OF JALNA" GGMAZO de la ROCHE has written an other Jalna book!" is the jubilant cry of those who have followed the saga of this captivating family. And it is no wonder, for as the Whiteoak family carries on so does Miss de la Roche with a never ending ability to keep alive an irresistible interest in "The Master of Jalna." Upon the publication of each sequel to "Jalna" there is a strong controversy as to which novel relates the greatest story of the life at Jalna. If you have not been a reader of these previous volumes, you will merely need the family tree at the beginning of the book to become at once an admirer of Miss de la Roche and her works. Every member of the family is a character of real personali- ty whose moods of love, fun, and mischief keep the every day doings at Jalna lively and each homey episode amusing or tragic. The tragedy of one chapter is kept from be- ing morbid or bitter by the relief of a comedy scene in the following one. The story continues while Mazo de la Roche portrays in more detail than in her former novels, the character of Renny, Ren- ny the dominant, fiery-tempered, but mag- netic "Master of Jalna." Here he is faced with financial difiiculties, a struggle to main- tain the beauty and tradition of the Jalna estate, and his relations with his wife and his friend, Clara Lebreaux. You are left with the feeling of content- ment and complete satisfaction at the end, although you have lived thru the scenes pre- ceding and following the tragic deaths of Eden and Aunt Augusta, the love affairs of Pauline Lebreaux and Wakefield, and Finch and Sarah. Nevertheless you will be impa- tient to read a sequel carrying on the drama of the on coming Whiteoak generation. ELIZABETH TAYLOR, '35. NIGHTFALL Like a shadow of a cloud came the nightg Like the gliding of a bird passed the day, Slowly the twilight deepened And silver dust sparkled in the velvet of the sky. ANONYMOUS. isy in Tower will School Q , nw f i Th e Tower qpial ARRIVAL THE long slim dreadnought was nearing port. As she entered the harbor she gave three long blasts on her whistle telling all other craft to get out of the way. Signal iiags were run up on the wireless mast. These told what ship it was and who was on board. The Captain gave an order. Suddenly thir- teen loud explosions broke the stillness of the night, one right after the other. An answering salutation came from the fort on the shore, and a searchlight streamed through the darkness and lit up the ship. The fort was making sure which ship was dock- ing. The Wireless buzzed and sparks gave a wireless message to the captain ordering him to anchor on the other side of the har- bor. The battleship moved slightly and the anchor slid with a great rattle and splash into the water. A boat left the ship. All was quiet. The warship had docked. WILLIAM A. HART, Eighth Grade. NIGHT FALL I WALKED out on the rickety dock. The air was cool and soothing and I sat down, allowing my feet to swing over the side just above the silent water. Across the lake the last golden rays of the sinking ball of fire tipped the tops of the trees and gilded them with sunlight. But it lasted only for a mo- ment as the golden mass sank quickly out of sight and night shadows and sounds began to creep up all around me. The dark, dark green of the hemlock trees outlined the lake with uneven jagged shadows-almost pur- plish black in the dimming twilight. Only the sky was having its last fling for the day: it was a coral pink shade fading off into lav- ender and pale blue. The World was still while solitude and silence crept over me and enveloped me in a cloak of quiet beauty. I could almost hear the Angelus ringing out o'er the land, for it was the time when pray- ers should be offered. The whole world seemed to come to a standstill to worship at this time-it was a sacred moment. At moments like these, one forgets all else except the calmness, the serenity and the beauty of just such a paradisical place as this. A fish jumped near by with a startling splash, a bat swooped over my head, the last call of a bird echoed from a cave close by and then night descended quickly. The twinkling stars came peeping out one by one, as though a city was being lighted by a lamp lighter of bygone days. Slowly he ignited each one until his job was ended and the whole sky city was ablaze. A A cool, damp mist settled like a blanket o'er the lake protecting it faithfully from the sharp winds of the night-but I, being un- protected, shivered and hated the thought of seeking a shelter. MARY ANN RANKEN, '34. ON TELEPHONING ONE of the greatest and most entertain- ing inventions of mankind is the tele- phone. I believe that it was originally per- fected for practical use in case of emergency or for conveying momentous and consequent information from one household to another, from one office to another, or from office to home. It is, of course, still used for such purposes by the majority of the citizens of our country, but it seems that the youth of today employs the instrument for a means of exchanging gossip, and it has become an es- sential of the home for entertainment. Lo- cal news, hot off the griddle, is necessary to complete one's social position and popularity. It seems that the more a person knows about none of anyone's business the greater asset +6118 he is to his community. One is rated by one's gossiping capacity and here is Where the telephone makes its appearance. The lucky person who chances to confide the first bit of eye-opening, sit-up-and-take-notice scandal to the next luckier person naturally uses the quickest and handiest method, the 'phone. I recently overheard what seemed to be a soliloquy enacted by an elderly member of our household: "Hello-is this you ?-Well -my dear, you have no idea how shocked I was-how utterly mortified-and oh, how un- bearably disgraceful it all is! What in the world shall we do about it ?-Why, why- think of her family name and her social standing-she was such a nice girl! What's that? Oh! Yes, I'll tell you what I heard if you will not breathe it to a soul-no, not even to Marg. Keep it strictly confidential -and you know, I really shouldn't tell you, but then-" And finally this victim of the telephone complex imparts her tale of scan- dalous woe through the wires to her long- suffering auditor, who, in turn passes on this "strictly confidential" bit under bonds of like promises. And that is one danger of our old friend the telephone. One can so easily let slip what one shou1dn't while off one's guard. Younger members of this gossiping age utilize the instrument for the same motive, but in a more subtle fashion. I find that I am often guilty of conversation such as: "Yeah!? Well, what d'ya' want? 'Zat so? Why I'd hope so! Un-um. That's just like him- the lousy nut- What's his big idea? Now, you lay offa that stuff. Yeah. O. K. Be seeing ya." My conversation is, however, rarely so brief. Last year my nightly routine consisted of an hour and a half of study, and from one to two hours of 'phoning. This period was di- vided into sessions with several different members of the likewise affected. A hard and heavy rule which almost broke my heart .sis 'Tower will School and deprived me of my main joy in life was laid down at the beginning of this year. My father, having stood one year too many of the meaningless nothingness of my prattle, decreed there would be no 'phoning after sev- en o'clock. Now my evenings are spent in complete quietness and gloom after the seven o'clock dead-line. My heart still skips a beat, then stands still for one short moment as I hear the familiar jingle of the bell-but alas, if it chances to be for me I must suffer in silence and ponder on into the dusk as to who it could have been, while my heart re- gains its former composure. Of course, you know, no one would take advantage of the short period between dinner and seven, no, the urge does not move a soul until along aboutf eight, and then it is in vain. You, who have not used your 'phones to the best of your ability and too you, who have used them moderately-I advise, urge, and plead with you to put them into constant operation. Talk into the foolishly small, in- tricate black mouthpiece for your own amusement, to please others, to keep in touch with all around you, and even for practical uses-and get the kick and spice out of the mystery of a shapeless, dementionless, in- definite, bottomless voice. Its mere magical uncertainty will attract you. No, this won- derful modern institution will never be for- saken. ELIZABETH TAYLOR, '35. BARNS I LIKE barns, old barns, but clean, inhabit- ed ones, not the musty and neglected kind. They are a specialty of mine in the fall and winter, though not in the summer, for it is so hot that the bits of hay seem to sprout bris- tles and stick to you, making a hay loft an unpleasant lounge. In the fall the hay and straw is nice and fresh and sweet, but by h e Tower CDial summer it's rather stale. Then, when you jump in it, dust flies thick and fast. I do not care for these modern barns, so eiiicient and shining. My favorites are of red brick, stone, or painted white. I know of a barn, where, if you raise the dust, the farmer chases you out, ibut, then who wants to lie in his dirty hayll Again, like a dream, comes the memory of one barn, so vague, so far away. I seem to be once more the small child sliding glee- fully down a waterfall of shining golden hay to the rough barn floor below. There are several other barns I'll remember long. One is filled with tired but eager, small girls, who are not quite daring enough to jump off the top beam, into a pile of hay beneath them. Finally one leaps, and soon there are several of them at it. Now they're sprawled in the hay, now climbing up the cobwebby rafters to jump again and again. Sometimes they land so that both knees come up and soundly knock their chins, but they're up and begin- ning again. That barn was fun. Then there is my own barn. If you climb up into the hay- loft and peer out through broken shutters, you can get a glimpse of the woods in their colorful beauty. They are really more lovely when you ride through them on horseback. What I especially like is to find myself among a grove of maples-the kind that turns a wonderful golden yellow. It seems as though the leaves were glowing with light and warmth as a bit of lingering sunlight might. Barns are grand places to think in. If one has some tough problem to struggle with, one can accomplish a lot in a hayloft 3 and by the way, an apple, or its equivalent, to munch, is a great aid. They're also secure nooks to talk with your best friend, they do not repeat what they hear. The downstairs of barns are intriguing if one knows the inhabitants. In one barn, the horses will, if you run your hand through the oats, beg for it in the most weedling of neighs. These barns are the most vivid in my memory, but out of the many barns one can not say just why one is fond of certain of them. ELIZABETH NORMAN, '35. BITS FROM NINTH GRADE AUTOBIOGRAPHIES I DON'T remember my first day of school very well but I can remember the first little primer that Miss W-- gave me. I thought that you had to read the whole thing at once so I started out. I would read quite a few pages and then I would have to stop for lunch or something. Next time I could read, I would start at the beginning again. I kept doing that for an awfully long time until I must have read the first pages hundreds of times and the last pages not at all. I can still remember the first pages by heart. I like country day awfully well and I al- ways have. I suppose it is because I like sports. I think it would be an awful handi- cap not to be able to play any athletic games. When I was in the first or second grades I used to be scared to death to have to go to gym, but now I love it. I like this school awfully well and nearly everyone in it. In fact I don't see how any- one would ever want to leave. I hardly want to graduate but I don't want to get left back and I don't want to lose the people in my class so I guess I do want to graduate after all. serine 201i I don't believe that I shall ever forget the dress I received for my fourth birthday. It was my first colored dress, a pale blue. I had a little hat to match. On my birthday Mother dressed me in it and put me on the table while she dressed to take me for a walk. Lying on the table beside me was a pair of scissors. I quickly pulled off my hat and dress and began work. By the time mother came to get me all that was left were small pieces about the size of a dollar. Not long after this episode we had the dining room pa- pered. My father was coming home that night and it was to be a surprise. The sur- prise came to mother when she came in the room and found me licking a hole about three inches long through the wall paper. -I -JF -Ili -BK- I was around the age of five when our family took a motor trip up to Canada in an old Ford, a swanky model at that time, the kind that is about a mile from the ground. We had many experiences on that trip both pleasant and unpleasant. One not such a pleasant happening, but one which I thought was terribly funny was the time we decided not to stop and eat, but have a picnic lunch. We bought quite a few things, among which were some chocolate cookies and a jar of olives. Later we found that that combina- tion didn't rest well in one's stomach. We were sailing along at the rate of twen- ty-five miles an hour when my sister com- plained of not feeling any too well. I start- ed to laugh. Soon daddy said he was a little car sick and wanted to stop. At this I burst out roaring. We hadn't gone very much fur- ther till I began to realize that something was wrong with me. As it turned out I was worse affected than the rest of them. -1- 'I' I' Al' -Q21 Tower c.7'fill 5611001 At the end of the camp season they had a mock trial where I was tried for the supposed offence of having pushed our swimming in- structor, who weighed a couple of hundred pounds, into the water. I was innocent of the whole game as well as the crime. When they began to question me in severe tones I stood it as long as my seven years would al- low and then burst into tears, to the great confusion of the entertainment. However, that was not the end of the affair, because I have been teased about it ever since. About that time I wrote a composition about "The Life of Rocky Mountain Goats." I must have seen one of the senior composi- tions and been greatly impressed with its length, anyway, I thought it would be nice to have mine at least two pages long. To my dismay I soon exhausted my subject, so I be- gan to repeat, and this is how it went, "The Rocky Mountain Goat eat lots of grass and lots of water, and lots and lots of grass and lots and lots of water, and lots and lots and lots of grass and lots and lots and lots of Water," and so forth, increasing on the grass and Water until I had got to the bottom of the page. I had fulfilled my desire, I was sat- isfiedg nevertheless, I think I have learned, in my later years, to think of more than just my desire. Q 5 -X' -I- The first day I ever went to school I got there before most of the other boys and girls. I was playing with a small broom when a large crowd of pupils arrived. As they came in the door, I rushed at them with the broom held like a lance. The broom hit one of them in the face. This was a poor beginning, but I soon became friends with the crowd. ii 'Ill' -If -I- The Tower Cljial I have been going to Tower Hill School for the last ten years. Off and on I have had the ambition to go to boarding school: but every year when I get back to T. H., I am glad I didn't go away. I have always gone out for all the athletics I could. Swimming has always been among my favorite sports. I had a great deal of swimming this summer. Football is my favorite sport. I have had quite a few hobbies during my time. Two years ago, I had built in my room a chemical laboratory. It is now all packed away in boxes, while I am waiting for a chance to build a room in the cellar where I can once more erect my laboratory. Last year I started building model airplanes, which" require much time and patience, and I am still building them. Also two friends and I started a serpentarium, with a large supply and variety of snakes. I have always collect- ed stamps-it is a family hobby-and now the family has quite a collection. I have enjoyed these various hobbies, but I have lacked the ability to stick to one hobby and continue at it strongly. if 'JK' it 'JK Before my fourteenth birthday it was really very funny, for whenever Mother thought I ought to go to bed or something like that she would say, "You're just a little girl 13 years old. The very idea of you op- posing your Will against mine and staying up this late on a school night." But it's very often the other way around, for sometimes she would say, "You're a big girl 14 years old. The very idea of you leaving your room in such a mess!" I really couldn't quite make up my mind as to whether I was big or little, but I do know that I'm in the ninth grade and I am enjoying improving my mind, as you might say. me in if as I have had quite an assortment of pets off and on, in all my 13 years, including an alligator, a flying squirrel, some baby rabbits, a baby red squirrel and a Russian wolfhound. These are the ones I remember clearly and of this group I like the baby rabbits and the red squirrel best. One Easter I was out riding and when I got home my brother told me that the Easter rabbit had left something for me. I went around to the side of the house and there, in a nest in the lawn, were four baby rabbits. We took them in and fed them with a medicine dropper. The red squirrel that my brother had brought home from college was only about two weeks old. He had fallen out of a tree and hurt his leg. I fed him out of the medicine dropper, and when he was sick, I gave him cod liver oil. We kept him for nearly six weeks before he died. Several years ago I went to New York to meet my brother when he arrived home from the Jamboree that had met that summer in Birkenhead, near Liverpool, England. It was my first trip to New York and I was quite ex- cited at going to the big city I had heard so much about. On the way up on the train I got my first view of the Statue of Liberty and later when we were crossing the Hudson I saw the fireboats and skyscrapers of New York. Then we went out on the pier to wait for the tugs to bring the boat up the river and dock it. When she was docked they made us go back of the customs so there would be less disturbance. When the scouts came off the pier they were surrounded by their families but I don't think any of them were as glad to see their brothers as I was. it -15 H6 -If When I was eleven or twelve our family took a wonderful trip across the continent to the Pacific Coast and into Canada. We stop- ped for two weeks in Los Angeles. While we azz were in Los Angeles we went to Hollywood and watched a movie being made at the Pathe Studio. It was a very interesting thing to see. We went down to San Diego from Los Angeles. Most of the Navy ships that are on the Pacific, anchor at San Diego and I remem- ber the fun I had waving to the sailors from the dining room windows of the hotel. We took a drive down into Mexico, as soon as you pass the border you notice a great dif- ference. Mexico seemed to be awfully dirty, at least that was the impression I got from the Mexican city I was in. We went to Agua Caliente, a famous racing resort in Mexico. The hotel there was extremely beautiful. I don't remember much about San Francisco except that the streets are very steep and hilly and that it was bitterly cold. We went to Portland and Seattle and then up to Cana- da. I think Canada is a beautiful country. There are no ugly billboards posted along the roads to spoil the scenery as there are in the United States. There are no words wonder- ful enough to express the grandeur of the Canadian Rockies. Lake Louise is the most beautiful place I have ever been. It is a love- ly blue lake surrounded by glaciers. Many orange and yellow poppies are growing on the hotel terrace leading down to the lake. One can imagine how beautiful it must be. From Lake Louise we went to Banff. Banff is nothing compared with Lake Louise in beauty. After going a few more places we returned home by way of Niagara Falls. OE 'X' 'F K In spring vacation Mother took my two brothers and me to Florida. A friend of Mother's went along, accompanied by her daughter. CH-, my older brother, was vital- ly interested in the girl.J Mother was forced to laugh at our behavior in the dining room. H- would have liked us to enter in the zap- Tower 7'fi1lSCh00l proper fashion, ladies first, then the gentle- men. Not so this party! The young lady went in first, and then B. -and I, not having reached the dignified age, rushed uncere- moniously in to gain the coveted seats by the young lady. I have had many experiences on my Uncle's farm. About five or six years ago B- and I weren't such good riders, as you can well imagine. One cold, snowy day we were riding a very old horse from the stable to the house without a saddle. As we drew near the farm house everyone started to laugh. We also started to laugh, rocking in our mirth. Soon, clutching each other fran- tically, we tumbled in to a drift, cold, wet, but fthank heavensj very, very, soft. GE -16 BE X- In the summer I go to Ocean City, New Jersey, which to me has no match. I have been to camps in New Hampshire and in Maryland, but the ocean has a charm. I love to ride in on the waves at a breakneck speed, twisting and turning to keep on top, and when you get on top of a wave that is just about to break, you begin to wonder what will happen when it breaks, but usually you can straighten out after it breaks and coast on into the shore. Then of course when a bigger wave comes you can dive through it and then it is fun to turn around as you come up and watch the other people get spill- ed. Also if you know how to swim you can go out past the breakers and tread water, bobbing up and down with the waves as you do so. But of course the waves are not al- ways this big, in fact they are only that big at high tide when you can always find people who are afraid of waves. But the ocean is very kind in considering them also and de- votes half of its time to pleasing them, at low tide. When they can't find any waves to fuss about, then most of them are satisfied The Tower Clpial to run down the beach noisily and dip their cute little toes in the Water, squeal, and run back up the beach. Every couple of years a lot of sand collects in one place, making a sand bar which gradually fills in, finally turn- ing into extra beach. In the meanwhile the water between the bar and beach is still- water, which means much fun for the kid- dies. After reading this do you wonder why I love the ocean? I hope not. FORTES We come to the earth with the stars in our blood, Tho our greatness be hidden 'neath covering of mud. We find ourselves part of a drama half-done, With wonder and awe then our lives are be- gun. Some fall from the pace of the game that is played, But we carry on till our courage is made. For courage must teach us to live and to die, And they who have lost it must look on and sigh, As brave march to glory in life and in death, And breathe the same pleasure in first and last breath. The fools can hear music and not feel the song, The mad can see beauty and call it a wrong, The brave make their lives and their deaths to be sought, Tho harshness and pain fill their each living thoughtg They live in the sun and they bless its strong heat, Thru beauty they move to the death they will meet. Each chants forth the music of song in his soul, He lives and he dies to its rhythmical roll. J. STUART GOODMAN, '34. CAPE HENRY, VIRGINIA CAPE HENRY, VIRGINIA, where the At- lantic meets the Chesapeake and the James, is a barren stretch of beach orna- mented with two lighthouses. The more pio- turesque of these lighthouses stands inland on a grassy knoll. It was built in 1700 and now the rocks are gradually falling to the ground. The other lighthouse is ultra-mod- ern, shiny and white, but it seems very out of place. The stretch of coast is novel in that at one end, Virginia Beach, automobiles may be driven on the sand with perfect safety and that the beach at Cape Henry is largely ram- bling sand dunes. These sand dunes give Cape Henry a wild and uncivilized appear- ance which makes it seem miles from any- one. Some of them are covered with long waving grasses and waxy-leaved bayberry bushes with a spicy fragrance which blends delightfully with the salty twang from the sea. It is glorious to spend a whole day by yourself at Cape Henry. To lie and bake in the sun for hours, to plunge into the clear green waves which are so powerful that they roll you right up on the beach, then to swim out beyond the breakers, float, and watch the snow-white puffs of clouds floating in the summer sky, to race to shore with the strength you seem to get from the sea, this is my idea of paradise. However, even in this lonely spot, there are indications of life. The beach is covered with tiny sand iiddlers which will crawl all over you if you lie still. It is diiiicult to catch them because they are sand-color and at the slightest motion will quickly scamper off to their holes. From time to time freight- ers will glide slowly by either bringing their goods in to Norfolk or moving out to sea. Usually a school of porpoises will follow the +Qf24 ship, their shiny bodies basking in and out of the cool depths. Overhead baby dirigibles from the nearby training base at Fort Mon- roe will fioat by like more white clouds. As the sun goes down and a breeze comes up, the hollows between the sand dunes fur- nish an excellent fireplace. It is sheltered from the wind, and the drift wood and dried up sea-Weed make splendid fuel. Then the sand gets cold and the moon floats up from the water. You are surrounded by stars in a black blanket and ever-changing Whitecaps rising from an inky pool. The surf rushes in with its thundering roar and rolls up on the beach. JUDITH GRAVELY, '35 LETTERS T O FIND a letter waiting for you when you arrive home is one of the nicest sur- prises I know. For a matter of a few seconds your eyes wander thoughtfully over the post- mark. If this fails to register on the brain, you tear open the letter in a great flurry but instead of starting to read it from the begin- ning you look for the tell-tale signature. After this information is acquired, some- times a groan, sometimes a laugh, sometimes a gladdening sound, and sometimes mere silence is emitted. The same sounds may also be heard after reading the letter. Since you can't see a person and talk to him, the next best thing is to hear from him. It is so much fun to read about a comical incident, a choice bit of news, or almost anything of in- terest. However, when the fatal day arrives for answering this letter, it is often a different story. Sometimes it's just as much fun to write a letter as it was to receive one and then again it's quite a task, all depending on the two correspondents. Very frequently it is mere lack of something interesting or 25191- Tower will ,School amusing to say that causes you to grimace' at the thought of writing a letter. Now and again when you write several letters in one evening, you almost make a carbon copy of the same letter with a few changes to suit each person to whom you are writing. And oh, woe are you if the letters are compared! Then there is always the question of how long you should wait before answering a. let- ter. Very methodical people have certain lengths of time. Sometimes it's the same length of time as the other person waited, sometimes it's twice as long, and sometimes it's half the time. Every once in awhile a person is found who doesn't go by how long the other one waits but always writes his a week or some other set time after the day he receives the letter. Then there is the person who waits three weeks one time and answers it the very next day next time so that his victim remains in suspense and never knows when to expect a letter from him. However, the majority of people merely write letters when they have the inspiration. There are several reasons for waiting a certain length of time before answering a letter. Some people just do it because they do everything like that. Others do it so that they won't have to write so often, while others wait for a certain period so that the one to whom they are writing will not think they are too anxious to hear from him. The main trouble with the last reason is that often you are just dying to get another let- ter from a certain person and if you don't answer his for a couple of weeks, you most likely won't hear from him again for a month. Practically every letter tells or suggests a story. All letters are exciting secrets to those who receive them. BARBARA BONHAM, '34, The Tower CDial ALONENESS I' WAS utterly and completely alone. Up- stairs, to be sure, my family sat talking. From the street I could hear the grinding swish of cars, the whrrr of automobiles. Nevertheless I was in a world apart. I lay prone on the floor in a room lighted only by a dancing fire. Over, around, and thru me was a feeling of such bliss as comes very rarely to a person-entire relaxation. Vague thoughts drifted thru my brain, poking around in long-untouched corners and bring- ing to light forgotten memories-pleasantly dusting them oil' and gently replacing them, like a mother, who looking thru a time-worn chest, finds the baby shoes of her first-born. The shadow of the lamp directly overhead twitched and jumped nervously in contrast to my utter relaxation. The shadow of the piano danced more stolidly as beiitted its shape. It crept slowly up the wall, almost reached the ceiling, then it tumbled all the way down again, only to recommence. I noticed this ef- fort but vaguely, for my mind was detached completely. I remembered how "Fire chased shadow 'round the roomg Tables and chairs grew vast in gloom .... " "Vast l" For but a moment my drifting mind caught on to the word, as a leaf drifting downstream may stick momentarily to a stray branch, yes, vast. The ceiling seemed miles awayg so the wallsg I felt as if I were lying at the bottom of a deep cave filled with the roseate mist of forgetfulness and detach- edness. I was relaxed. Somewhere in the distance, oh, so re- motely, a clock was ticking. What difference did time make? The lamp twitched more nervously: the fire sputtered in protest of my ease. A voice, a light, a step on the stair. "Well, what in the world are you doing all by yourself like that in the dark? Why, you can't see anything! It's getting late." The spell was broken. The gates of reality were flung ajar, the world of sense, of time, of place and noise, came rushing upon me, beseiging me, helpless. A thousand cares and duties took hold of me, demanded notice and thought. I was no longer alone. EDITH RUNGE, '34, LAST MINUTE THOUGHTS WE HAD practiced for weeks and weeks and the operetta was said to be perfect. The final rehearsal seemed almost a failure, but I was not terribly concerned because I had heard that a wretched rehearsal meant a wonderful show. The following day I went blissfully along without thinking too much about the operet- ta until evening came and we were gathered behind the scenes ready for our entrance. Then I began to grow uneasy. For I was the leader of the right side of the chorus and much depended upon me. Suddenly I found I could not remember any of the numerous instructions. I began to grow cold and to bite my finger nails. Did we go in before or after the other side? Did we walk or skip? What were the words to the song? Was my hat on straight? These and many other things raced through my mind as I waited, waited for the performance to begin. Once I thought I heard our entrance music, but no, I was wrong! But there it was! And we entered! At the right mo- ment, too, if you can imagine such luck! After that every thing Went smoothly, the chorus sailing through the dances without a mistake and the whole performance was so complete that now I honestly believe the old superstition about wretched dress rehearsals. JEANNE LYTLE, Eighth Grade. if 26 "FLUSH'l-VIRGINIA WOOLF GHERE, Flush, is a lovely chicken bone for you and I do wish you would not put those beautiful golden ears right in front of my letter. It is quite impossible for me to read it." Flush took the chicken bone, carefully jumped to the iioor, and with the very best manners began to enjoy his tid-bit. Elizabeth Barrett lay reclining on her chaise lounge reading as usual one of Robert Brown- ingfs letters. The shades were drawn in her back bedroom in the house on Wimpole Street and it was very cool and comfortable there. This is one of the typical pictures one has while reading this delightful book. It is short and rather unusual in the way it is written. Flush is Miss Barrett's dog and close companion. The story is as though he is telling it. You live with him through all his thoughts. Of course in this process Miss Barrett is almost always present so that you get a picture of her life, too, her attitude toward her pet, and the treatment she gave him. Flush was a descendant of the old roving Spaniels who came from Spain. In his blood was the desire and thrill of racing through fields and moors, chasing rabbits, as his an- cestors had done before him, but after he came into London to live with Miss Barrett on Wimpole Street the used to live in the country with old Miss Mitfordl he never ran or played, but devoted all his time to his mis- tress. He stayed in her room all the time and never went out to race and tear with the other dogs. Whenever he did go walking he always had a leash and had to act very digni- fied and well behaved. It was a great sacri- fice on his part to give up everything for Miss Barrett, but I think he was perfectly happy to do so because of his great love for her. Once he was stolen by some rough men who lived down in White Chapel Lane. It 27llv Tower "J'fill School was a business of theirs to steal dogs and then demand huge ransoms for themg if the price was not paid, the head of the dog wrap- ped in a package would be sent to the owner next day. Miss Barrett was frantic and very upset, as you can imagine. Mr. Barrett did not want her to pay the ransom, since if she did, it would only encourage the kidnappers to continue their cruel business. But Miss Barrett would listen to no one and went her- self to the dirty White Chapel Lane. She went through many diiiiculties but finally Flush, very much frightened, but exquisitely happy to be home again, was safely returned. Elizabeth Barrett was very fond of her dog and had many pet names for him. She caressed him and fondled him, told him her troubles, read him her poems and in every way loved him as much as possible. Flush was conscious of this, but after a few years of being with her, he felt a difference. Some- how in some Way things were not just the same between them. Then a new person be- gan coming to see his Mistress a great deal. Flush was terribly jealous and once bit Mr. Browning because of his intrusions. After Miss Barrett had severely punished him for this deed and remonstrated with him, he promised he would never bite Mr. Browning again and would try to like him a little. Here one knows exactly how the dog felt and can sense his feelings keenly. Flush accompanied Miss Barrett and Mr. Browning when they went away to Italy and he lived with them until he became very old. Finally after a beautiful day playing in the streets of Florence he came home to Miss Barrett and lay down at her feet as of old, but this time never to move again. The life of Flush was ended, for the gold silken-col- ored Spaniel had breathed his last. MARY ANN RANKEN. '34. The Tower Clyial TO THE MAIL-CLAD ONE When leaders of nations sit down and agree That they all want peace, we can't easily see Why one man alone will seliishly say, "I don't want peace as I can't have my way." The poor little fool, can't he see when he's licked? He's a little child saying, "Go 'way or I'll kick." In his fame-addled brain he is iirm as a rock, "No war, then no peace." Meanwhile true nations mock: "You thick-headed slacker, for publicity's sake, You set all the lives of nations at stake." EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34. SHOES AND STOCKINGS SHOES and stockings, what a story they tell, all shapes and all sizes, all colors and conditions, and all kinds of owners. Walk with me down the main street today, or to- morrow, or even yesterday, and let us, in- stead of scrutinizing the faces around us, look at the shoes and the stockings. A pair of woman's shoes, pointed, and high-heeled, with sheer silk stockings, smooth and sleek. They must belong to a young woman of means, a good dresser who likes her clothes well fitted and shapely. Another pair, again a woman's, but what a. tale they tell! Down at the heel, the black leather dull and cracked. Once they were good shoes and would befit the feet of a queen, but they were not of much use then, for they were dancing pumps, pointed and glossy. But their gloss is gone, and their once beautiful leather is marred by ugly holes cut along each side to make room for much larger feet than they were intended for. They are iilled by a cheap pair of gray stockings, wrinkled and twisted, dirty and unwashed. The poor woman asks me for a few pennies. A man's shoes, high and well polished, their black color augmented by a pair of blue silk socks with red clocks. A man of wealth no doubt. And perhaps, we may go on to say, a rather old man. He likes good clothes, but he also likes to keep his feet warm. Now three pairs of legs all together, sport shoes. Two of them are entirely white and the other pair is black and white. A trio of young blades out on a good time. Again a pair of woman's shoes, brown, sensible shoes, with low heels, and leather pleated laces. A good pair of silk stockings. A sensible girl, no doubt. A heavy, man's shoe blocks our way, thick soles and heavy leather. They are big, well-kept, and shined. We can see that he is slightly flat-footed. A pair of official look- ing blue pants emerge from the tops of the shoes. We raise our eyes and nod to Mur- phy, Number 57, the City's pride. A pair of doll's shoes run at us, hesitate, turn, and then run the other way. They contain a cute pair of pink and white legs, in snowy little socks. A large pair of pure white shoes, with white laces, and an inch and a half regulation rubber heels, meet them. We take them for a trained nurse's and her small charge's. Here, a blazing pair of pure yellow 1nen's shoes, shined to the nth degree, and just blowing self-confidence and insurance poli- cies, but we hurry on desiring no insurance from our "Salesman Sam." Sensible shoes with sensible stookingis follow these. Undoubtedly they belong to a business woman to whom fancy floppery has no appeal. A pair of rubbers follow with hesitant tread, although it is a clear sun-shiny day. A pair of thin bony legs protrude from their ' -Q28 tops with a pair of pants much too short for the owner topping them off. I know him to be a henpecked husband with a great hulk of a wife. Clean-cut Oxfords follow them in long powerful strides. They are good shoes and well kept. A rising man, of whom we shall hear much, later. Now a small pair of wet muddy shoes skip blithely along. They support a pair of thin masculine legs inside of cheap black stock- ings. They show us that our urchin has spent the day having the time of his young life playing in the gutters and is now home- ward bound, happy and content. Side by side amble these next, very close together and absolutely in time. We will leave the lovers to their temporary heaven. A pair of black shoes topped with a pair of shiny black puttees leap on a bicycle, and are gone, in the twinkling of an eye. West- ern Union. And so it goes, the big parade, with its endless mass of types and conditions, kinds and shapes, and colors and contrasts. We CAN tell the kind of person by the condition of his pedal appliances. RICHARD G. WOODBRIDGE, '35 STRANGE DEATH IF ONLY Steely had killed him he would have understood. That death would then have fitted in with the rest of his life. It would have been part of himg but to be shot down by mistake by a New York cop was the last end Jim had expected. Almost a year ago I had first seen Jim. I remember now how the low grey touring car had caught my eye as it skillfully maneouver- ed its way past the bumps so common along the Western back roads. Somehow I knew then that that high powered purr of the en- 2915 Tower c.7'fill School gine as it sped past me brought something new and unusual with it. As I turned and closed the gates, through the dust I saw the car jerk to a standstill in front of the ranch- yard. I had immediately liked the young man who climbed from behind the wheel and smiled sheepishly at me as he removed the dust from his sombrero. From the other side of the car had emerged an elderly man who, as I remember, took several minutes to get himself all together and then, reassured, had cleared his throat as if to remind his companion to hold open the yard gate. Through this he had disappeared into the house. This was the first time I had seen Jim and the colonel. The next day found me again opening the gates for the grey car, but this time it wait- ed for me on the other side. It carried us to Tony's Ranch where the wildest bit of horseflesh in all Wyoming was kept. Black Steel, or Steely as he was more often called, was small in size but he made up for it in spirit. Jim liked him right off the bat and even three broken ribs didn't smother his en- thusiasm for the animal. Steely got the best of Jim that first ride, but that was the last time. After two months in the hospital Jim was able to go East with Steely and me. It was Jim's job to ride Steely in the Rodeos. This horse wasn't like some of the others that got used to the noisy cheering of the crowds, for every day, crazed by the glaring lights and roaring people, Steely would twist and writhe under Jim. It was an unlucky season, for many of the other boys were injured. Their horses slipped on the wet sawdust and towards the end, J im's nerves had started to wear. Fortunately the last night found him safe and sound and "in the money." He was to have left for the West early the next morning. As he wandered along the streets that last night, he suddenly under- The Tower CDial stood Steely, his feelings when the heavy and awkward saddle was placed on his back, for the East had cramped his own freedom in the same way. As happily he had fallen to dreaming of the future when once more he would be carefree and at home, he had been startled by a street riot. Dazed, he stood and watched it. When a cop pulled his gun he did not realize his danger until too late. Sudden- ly terrified, he ran only to be shot down. It was a strange death for him. Perhaps as he went down that pain in his side seemed to be Steely stepping on him. Such a death Jim would then have understood. JANE nEBLo1s, '34. 430 Tower will ,School LOWER A Literary Goat "Where's that valuable volume of HAM- LET?" "You might have left it on the table by your bed." "No, it's not there." "You might have left it at the oiiicef' "No, I brought it home." "Maybe Billy has it. Billy!" "Have you seen Dad's HAMLET ?" "Yes, it's on the running board of the car." "Missa Jones, dat dogon goat don got out ob its pen." "Billy, go out and put it back." The sight that met his eyes was a satisfied goat licking his chops over a volume of HAMLET. CHARLES HIGGINS, Sixth Grade The Old Pine Tree On yonder hill there stands a tree. A dark and lonely pine tree, A gnarled and withered pine tree, A tree that stands midst the tempest gale, 3119 OHOOL The gale that tears the trees apart And scatters leaves afar. It howls and shrieks the whole night through. But yet there stands alone the tree. The dark and lonely pine tree, The gnarled and withered pine tree, Alone in its glory it stands. PEGGY RANKEN, Fifth Grade STORY OF AN INN I. ONCE there was a wolf who- had a friend who was a bear. One day the bear and the wolf decided to build an Inn in the forest, so they went to the town and bought some lumber and made an Inn. Then they got a sign and it said on it, "The Bear and The Wolf Inn." They also got another sign and it said, "N. R. A." on it and then they opened their inn. II. The first customer they had was a rat and he came up and asked what N. R. A. meant. The wolf lwho was standing nearj he Tower CDial said that N. R. A. meant No Rats Admitted, jumped at the rat and ate him up. III. Their second customer was a squirrel who came up and asked for a nut and they gave it to him and then he went home. Then animals came from all parts of the forest to the Inn. IV. Everything went well for a long time, but one day a rabbit came to the Inn and asked what N. R. A. meant. The bear Cwho was standing near! replied that N. R. A. meant No Rabbits Admitted, jumped at the rabbit and ate him up. V. Then a rhinoceros came to the forest and everyone was very excited because he was very strong. One day he came up to the Inn and asked what N. R. A. meant. The bear and the wolf both said at the same time, "No Rhinoceros Admitted" and jumped at the rhinoceros but he was ready for them and then they had a fight, finally the rhino chased the bear and the wolf far into the forest. Then he took down the N. R. A. sign and fixed the Inn up and lived happily ever after. CYNTHIA KIMBALL, Fifth Grade Leaves Brown and orange, green and red Come the leaves to their bed. I love the leaves when they shed Brown and orange, green and red. LUCY BERGLAND, Fifth Grade The Elf Man I saw a little elf man, His beard was black and hairy, I asked him Why his beard was black, He said, "To make me scarey." BILL DENHAM, Fourth Grade FIVE BEARS ONCE upon a time there were five bears, three cubs and a mother and father. The cubs were very bad. One day they went out into the woods. They came to a little house. They Went up on the roof to sleep. While they were sleeping two painters came along, and they started to paint. Very soon the cubs Woke up. They heard the painters paint- ing. One little cub leaned over the edge and ker-flump! He fell into a can of paint. The painters looked up in surprise. "What is this ?" said the painters. "Oh, it's a little bear." And they took him out of the paint and took him and his sister down to the stream and washed him off. Then they went back to their work. The three cubs were down by the stream making a dam. The second bear fell head first into the stream with a splash. Just then he went washing down the stream. Down, down, down, he went till he came to a big rock. His brother and sister ran after him and picked him up. They rubbed and rubbed and rubbed to get him dry. Then they went to climb trees. They started up. About half way up sister stepped on a little branch and it broke with her and she went down. She fell to the bottom. She broke her arm and sprained her ankle. Then they went home. Their mother and father were not at home so they went to 'rind them. They found them at grandmother bear's. "Come home quickly, quickly, quicklyl Sis- ter has hurt herself." "What did she do?" said mother. "Oh, you wait and see." So they ran home. Sister was sitting in a chair crying. "Don't cry, sister," said mother. "You're all right," but sister kept right on crying. She cried and cried and cried. "Get the doctor," said father. So the two cubs went after the doctor. He was at home. "Come, doctor, asa quickly, quickly, quickly. Sister hurt herself. She broke her arm and sprained her ankle. Quickly, quickly, quickly." Doctor Bear ran as fast as he could. When he got there sister was still crying. He bandaged her arm and ankle. After a while she stopped crying. In two months she was better. In two more months she was all right. DoRcAs BUCK, Fourth Grade WIGGLES WIGGLE W IGGLES WIGGLE was always squirm- ing or making himself in a ball and rolling down hills. There was a very, very, very, steep hill right in back of his house. He had a very fat nurse. She weighed 305 pounds and she was very short. Once when she was walking down the very, very, very steep hill, Wiggles gave her a little push. She went somersaulting down the hill. Wiggles had a wagon so he got in it and started down the hill. He bumped into her and said, "Sorry, Madam." Just then the dog came rushing down the hill. He caught hold of her dress and stop- ped, but the nurse kept on rolling. So it tore a great big piece of her dress. Then the cook saw her out of the window and she laughed and laughed till the afternoon was over. Then the nurse started to walk up the hill with her dress all torn. It was Monday so all her dresses were in the wash. There was going to be a dinner party that night. So the nurse went down stairs and called up all the people that were coming to the party and said not to come. That night when the father came home he was awfully angry because none of the guests came. He fired the nurse. He took Wiggles to the City Hall to the Judge. The Judge got a policeman to put them in jail. HARRY Woon, Fourth Grade 33k Tower will School The Cat and the Boy Once there was a boy, He lived in a house, He had a little cat, Who ate a little mouse. The cat ran away, And so did the boy. They got on a ship, And shouted, "Oh Boy." The ship began to rock, And they began to fall. They jumped overboard, And that is all. Barsv LYTLE, Fourth Grade In Prison Outside the breezes dancing were, Inside was dark and all ablurg I sat inside too ill to rise, I longed to be where friendship liesg Ah hope, great hope, in thy sweet way Carry me off, ah do, I prayg Carry me off and come to my aid, I have but a small wee falsehood made. Ah hope, great hope, in thy sweet way Carry me off, ah do, I pray, Carry me off and come to my aid, For in this prison my life will fade. MARY HUGHES, Fourth Grade Tim, The Deep Sea Diver Part I. TIM was wondering how he could get a diving bell. Then all of a sudden a thought came to him. He could get the bell and then when he salvaged something he could give the money to the storekeepers. So that's what he did. He got his crew of he Tower Clpial twenty men and his assistant captain. They got into his ship and started. Tim's ship's name was Thomas D. De Wees. They went out into the sea, and anchored. Tim's heart was beating fast, for as you know, or ought to know, Tim was going to be in great danger after awhile. Part II. They got ready for Tim to go overboard and salvage something. Now they were ready. Tim got into the diving bell and said "Good-bye," and then they lowered him into the water and let him down. He searched. Then all of a sudden he saw something iiash and it almost scared him out of his wits. Then he telephoned up to the boat to send down the candle Hare so he could see the thing that almost scared him out of his wits. So they sent down the candle flare and then he heard something cry, "Help-Help!" He grabbed for the Hare and then he turned the flare in the direction in which he heard the "Help- Help !" Then he saw something which al- most made him cry for good life for he saw another diving bell loose, and some very, very big chests of gold. Part HI. He immediately sent up for them to lower the derrick down. So they sent it down. And then he hooked it onto the other bell and sent up for them to hoist him and the derrick up. So they did. And what a surprise! And so they hoisted anchor and sailed home and Tim was a sea hero. BILL Donsnv, Fourth Grade A Wee Story There was once a wee elf That lived by himself, He lived like a nut In his own little hut, Why he was there I don't careg And with him lived A Wee dog And a wee frog, He went in the snow And I'm sorry to say The wolves pounced upon him, And that's all for today! BARBARA STINE, Fourth Grade Tragedy There once were two brothers named Mike and Ike, And they lived in a bungalow Quite close to the dyke, Now this is a tragedy I must but say For the truth I must speak to my saints this day: So befell when the moon went under Came a flash and a light and the sound of thunder, The wind howled through at a noisy pace, But ne'er again the light shone in their face, For there they lie unto this day- Farewelll Adieu! No more to say. MARY HUGHES, Fourth Grade Mappo, the Merry Monkey ONCE there was a monkey, and it lived in the jungle, of course, a little monkey whose name was Mappo. He was called Map- po, the merry monkey because he was merry, very merry indeed. I will tell you about his adventures in the jungle and in America, if you want me to. One day Mappo decided he would take a walk in the jungle. So he went for his walk in the jungle. But he did not know what was going to happen to him. He went on and on and on. Soon he saw some coconuts lying on the ground, so he went up to them. Then he began to eat. All at once a net fell on him. At first he did not know what it was. Soon he was to find out though. CHRISTINE Donsnv, Third Grade -1534 TIPPY ONCE upon a time there was a pony named Tippy. He was a bad pony. One day Tippy ran away. He ran to a little boy's house. The little boy saw the pony. Tommy ran to the pony and he patted him and he said to the pony, "Where did you come from? You are a beautiful pony. Are you lost?" Tippy nodded his head. Tommy thought he meant yes, so he thought to him- self that he would keep Tippy. "Come and live with me. I will take care of you. I will feed you and clean you. Do you want to live with me? I like little ponies." So Tom- my kept Tippy. Tippy was happy. Tommy rode Tippy every day. Tippy liked Tommy very much, and Tommy and Tippy lived hap- pily ever after. PAULINA DEAN, Third Grade Christmas Eve On Christmas Eve the trees are lit, and down the chimney comes fat old Santa, his great big bag bulging with toys. Down goes his bag with a great big thump. He puts down the toys and riding away yells out-"A Merry Christmas." JIMMY MCHUGH, Third Grade The Christmas Tree ONCE there was a tree. He said to him- self, "I want to be a Christmas Tree. I want to be dressed up." One day a man came and cut him down. He said, "Now I am going to be a Christmas tree. They will string popcorn and put it on me." FRANKIE GLOVER, Third Grade 35 lb 'Tower gfill School The Zoo CNE Sunday my mother and father took me to New York. We went to the zoo. I saw Jimmy. He was in a big cage. Some other bears were in the cage too. His cousins the brown bear, the grizzly, and the polar bear shared the cage with him. Then we went home. ALAN SAPOWITH, Third Grade Pianos or Bananas? T HERE'S a fruit man comes around to our house. Mother sends me out to buy things. I say, "We want some bananas." He says, "Did you say you want some pianos ?" Or I say, "I want some potatoes." He says, "Did you say you want some to- matoes '?" He says all sorts of funny things. He's a colored man. I-Ie's tall and pretty fat, too. BILL FREDERICK, Second Grade A Visit to the Zoo Last Sunday I went to the zoo. I liked the ground hogs, because when they went to walk they wiggled their tails up and down and around. JEANETTE BIRD, Second Grade Our Dogs Our dogs are so big and clumsy. I like them because they always Wag their tails. When I come home they lick me. Sometimes in the morning they will jump all over me. ERNEST MAY, Second Grade The 'Tower Clpial The Rabbit's Tale ONCE upon a time there was a little rab- bit. He had a soft cottonie tail. One day he went out to play. A little boy came along. He was playing with him, and pulled off the rabbit's tail. The rabbit went olf to his house. He said to his mother that he had no tail. So his mother got a ball of cotton and put it on. AMY HUGHES, Second Grade The Snowman IT WAS snowing one day. We went and rolled and rolled and rolled a big piece of snow until it got bigger and bigger and big- ger and biggerg and then we rolled another one until it got bigger. We rolled four ones again and again. Then we got some stones for the eyes and nose and mouth. Then we got a scarf, hat and gloves. We had lunch and it started to rain and the next morning we went out but he was gone. But we knew he would come back 'cause he left his hat and scarf and gloves. En PLUMSTEAD, First Grade An Autumn Party RUSTLING go the little leaves! A little boy was outdoors and he was jumping in some leaves and they were yellow and gold and brown and red. And he made a house out of the leaves and put some rugs over them. And then he was going to make a kitchen, so he raked some leaves up. And he was going to make a cellar way so he dug a hole. And then he invited Peter and Jane and Sarah and Joan to the party and they made a little front porch. Then they got some foodg ap- ples and oranges and bananas, and that's all. JACK ZECKIEL, First Grade The North Wind and the Leaves T HE little leaves were coming down They were whirling and twirling and dancing, The North Wind blew and said, "Come over the mountains And let the white snow come and cover YOU UP, But before the white snow comes Come over the mountains and play with me." JIMMIE DEAN, First Grade A DAY IN THE FIRST GRADE lAs dictated by Jack Bishop to his motherj W E WENT in and took oif our coats. Then we shook hands with Miss Palmer and Miss White. We hurried up and got our coveralls on, then went and sat on the chair and Miss White explained what we were going to do. Next she showed us the things we were to make the gingerbread brownies out of. She showed us brown sugar, molasses, crisco-they call it short- ening-and we had some nutmeg too, some ginger, lshe said we have to be careful of ginger and cinnamon because they are grated upl, eggs and-oh yes--flour, a big knife, a big spoon and a little spoon, a sifter, then we had a pan and a great big, wide bowl, a basin, a measure, a pitcher with lines raised all around and numbers to show how much to use. We got busy and mixed the things up. Then after we mixed them and were iinished a few' of the children washed and a few of them dried the knives and forks and what- ever we had right there in our own room. Tomorrow we will bake them and have them ready for our Hallowe'en party. So be on time because we're going to get dressed 436 up in our costumes, cowboy suits, Indian suits, or whatever we have. We went to rhythm class and played out- side. Miss Palmer took us to gym because Baldy wanted to weigh the girls. We did other things too and I'll think of them later. Put down "The End" for now. The Cloud Poem Once there was a cloud, It was a big white cloud, It had five little stars 3 One day one little star took a walk Out in the woods, She saw a little brown squirel Eating nuts under an oak, Sitting with his hind paws In the back. He had a little bag of peanuts. CAROLYN DENNING, First Grade The Little Brownie ONCE there was a little boy and his mum- my tucked him into bed and a little brownie came along and touched him on the nosey-nose and he said, "Who's that? I guess that's my mummy." So he went back to sleep again. And the brownie came again and touched his nosey-nose again and again, and the little boy said, "That's the fourth time someone touched my nosey-nose. I know my mummy wouldn't do that!" And he tucked his head down in the pillow and pretended he was asleep. But he wasn't! And along came the little brownie again- hop-hop-hop-and touched him on the nosey- nose. And the little boy caught him but he got away and jumped out the window and he never came back anymore. BILL WORTH, First Grade -if 37 'Tower will 5011001 Little Umbrellas Mother, mother, look at the little leaves Floating over the sky, Come on let's catch them. Down come more, And even down come more. Twirling and spinning and fluttering, Rustling and singing and dancingg They look like little umbrellas Flying in the sky. JIMMIE DEAN, First Grade Rustlin g Leaves Rustling and rustling The little leaves come- Over the fields, And over the trees The little leaves wentg The wind held its breath And down they came Like little airplanes landing. ED PLUMSTEAD, First Grade The rabbit jumps on his front feet And his back feet too, He jumps through the woods Flipity-flop. He is white. And Santa Claus saw him When he was coming in his sleigh, 'Cause he was coming to a little boy's house. MARY F ENN, First Grade The brownies came to my party Hurrying and scurrying Head over heels! JANE HERING, First Grade The Tower qgial Three Little Leaves Three little leaves were danging down The big tree called them. It was night time and they had to go to bedg They got up the next morning And it was nice and cleang They went dancing along Singing a song: "It is a nice day, Let's sing a song So it won't get rainy." JOAN UNDERWOOD, First Grade T HERE was a little gardener's boy and his father and mother and they were old. And one day he went out to plow and a ter- rible storm came up. He climbed in a high tree. And the water came up and up and up and a rock came up, and the little boy got on this rock on his tummy and it came to a river and he saw a big boat and it picked him up and he told the captain that he want- ed to be a sailor and give the captain his lunch. And he cooked him a nice breakfast and scrubbed the deck, and he was a good worker. His mummy and his daddy were so old and poor and everything so they held hands and went up in the air. And the little boy was just as old as I am. BILL Wonrn, First Grade The cows run, Horses run, Cats run, Dogs eat, The people go for a walk, The dogs drink milk, Cats drink milk. GLADYS Wrrsn., Kindergarten A Story ONCE upon a time there was a little pig living all alone but he wanted to have another pig. He saw one and that one didn't want to come live with him. The pig changed his mind after awhile but he couldn't come because the first pig had found another little pig to live with him. NANCY GREENEWALT, Kindergarten. The wind blows, The leaves fall, The trees rock back and forth, The houses keep still, The sticks are on the ground, The clouds are in the sky, The squirrels eat nuts, And they store them in their houses for winter, The birds ily south. THE KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN The leaves are falling The little flower heads are sticking out of the g'I'B.SS. LELITIA Lxrnosa, Kindergarten 438 O Tower will S chool n ',. ,I SCHCOL CTES Mr. Fowler gave us a hearty welcome back to school, telling us about some of his adventures in painting a house, and getting us into the spirit of the school. Mr. R. R. M. Carpenter also spoke to us on the preparation we get for life in school. Charlie Higgins read us a passage, and the orchestra played. SEPTEMBER 20 3913'- Thomas Stevenson spoke about the Hitler situation. He seemed highly in favor of it, and having just come back from Germany, he gave us an excellent idea of how things go on. Nevertheless, there were some quite different opinions as might have been expected from the heated discussions in class later. Today we had our first G. S. O. meet- ing of the year. President Robert Brown gave a short speech on some things he wished to have improved this year throughout the school. SEPTEMBER 25 We went with Christy Conner out to the West Coast today. He made it very interesting and amusing by tell- ing us outstanding experiences such as getting on the wrong train. OCTOBER 2 We consider John Horlick a very lucky boy. A stop at the World's Fair, a trip to California by train, and view- ing the wonders of the deep of San Francisco Bay from a glass bottomed boat were some of his experiences The Tower qgial this summer. Also he went to Los An- geles, Catilina Island, and finally the Grand Canyon. He explained how in the Grand Canyon, scientists have found clues to prehistoric man and animals because of erosion which bared these relics. Ocronnn 4 This summer Mrs. Lane, Miss Mode, and Miss Dunbar made a' trip to the Virgin Islands. Today we enjoyed hearing the accounts of some of their discoveries about the Islands. Mrs. Lane gave a short talk on their living conditions there. It seems that the students of Tower Hill were more in- terested in the "wild life" in Mrs. Lane's hotel room than in the very interesting accounts which Miss Mode and Miss Dunbar gave on the economic status of many of the people and on the folk lore and superstitious of the natives. Ocroann 6 Siegfried Elmer, who is only 13 years old played "Moment Musicale" and "The Bee" on his violin. These pieces were so well executed that all the be- ginners in the art of violin playing were green with envy. Ocronnn 11 Miss Potter said that a definition of a monologue is a conversation with re- turned vacationist. We did not find it so, however, when a number of stu- dents spoke on the World's Fair. Nev- ertheless, those who didn't have the good fortune to go, had a pretty good idea of the main points of interest when the assembly was over. Ocroaan 12 The members of the seventh grade, contrary to the usual Columbus Day program, were particularly clever in the method with which they got the unusual things, which we do not often hear about, across to us. Much to our amazement we learned that Columbus was rich enough to back a major part of the expedition and that he never really touched the coast of North America. They explained why we do not celebrate the correct date of Co- lumbus's crossing, which, in case you have forgotten, is because of a change in the calendar. Holding our breaths to see if one of the boys really could do it, they dramatized how Columbus stood an egg on end. Ocronr-:R 16 Mr. Finklestein explained the N. R. A. in our third period assembly. Many of us, we are sure, have been enlightened on this subject, although the general opinion was that the speech was a lit- tle too deep. He spoke to us and then for the remainder of the time we asked questions. Ocromzn 23 Again we took a trip. This time we went with Madame Malecot to France and Germany. Much to our surprise she said that she never realized how much of an American she was until she went to Paris. Well, well, we thought we knew what French people are like, but we guess we made a mis- take. We all especially enjoyed listenf ing to the things she encountered in the Arabian mosque in Paris. By mis- take she got lost and asked the Sultan where to go. He would not talk to her, but made one of his servants guide her out again. We heard some more of her trip, but she was able to tell only half because of the time. -1140 Tower c.7"fill ,School Ocronnn 27 NOVEMBER 8 In our imaginations we flew away to a Kentucky mountain cabin where there was an old man playing and everybody singing. Miss de Long was meant to represent this mountaineer, but un- fortunately a string on her dulcimer broke. Any way we had a good time with Marian Warner, Morrison Bump, and Barbara Cooke leading us in sing- ing old Kentucky songs. OCTOBER 30 A luncheon meeting of the Civics and Welfare took place with Mrs. Barnes, the woman who takes care of relief down state, as our guest of honor. She is arranging some trips for some of our pupils to take with her soon. N OVEMBER 1 Today we had a most charming person take us on a musical tour. She is Miss Florence Fraser who has studied in many places, including Italy. She is only 23 years old and teaches at the Wilmington Academy of Music. Be- fore each piece she told us something about it. This gave more depth to the composition. Chopin, Shubert and Debussy were some of the composers whose pieces she played. The "Erl King" and "Hark, Hark the Lark" were two of the most enjoyed. Novamnsn 7 4119 Mrs. Rhoads and Mrs. Starr talked to- day on color composition and design. They explained how a good design is formed, which was all very familiar to the art class pupils, but to the in- artistic members of the assembly it was quite intricate and slightly con- fusing. We left the assembly, how- ever, with a much better understand- ing of color and design. We felt very much honored to have Sir Wilfred Grenfell, who has spent many years in Labrador as a doctor, speak to us. Accompanying his talk were moving pictures which showed wonderfully the harbors, ships, husk- ies, seal fishing, the homes, and plenty of snow. In the hall were rugs for sale made by the Labrador natives, which had all the scenes of Labrador life and there were also beautiful de- signs. Besides these were paper knives, ivory carvings, gloves, bags, towels, and small wooden models of various sorts on exhibit. NOVEMBER 10 We had today a program which en- thusiastically pointed toward peace. Mr. Fowler tried to show us that going to war was really false loyalty and that real loyalty was working at home for peace. Bob Lane gave us a few statistics that vividly showed us how many thousands of men were killed in the war. Stuart Goodman read us his original poem "Pro Patria." NOVEMBER 15 A novel assembly was presented by the sixth grade for Book Week. The pupils were dressed up as various authors. One of our bright younger pupils, when the time came for guess- ing the characters, said that Will James was Tom Mix! Some of the other authors were Washington Irv- ing, Louisa Alcott, Edgar Allan Poe, and Alexander Dumas. EARLY in the season Mr. Sagebeer's biol- ogy class took a. trip to the zoo in Phil- adelphia. They went for the' purpose of seeing how animals eat. However, the only The Tower Clyial thing they seemed to enjoy was watching a monkey swinging by his tail on a trapeze. The tenth grade is planning to go on several trips to different schools in and around Wilmington and Philadelphia. They have already been to Germantown Friends. The big difference between this school and Tower Hill is that the boys have separate home-rooms and that at lunch time the girls eat first. The rooms weren't very inspiring because there was hardly any art work. How- ever, if the rooms weren't very beautiful, the grounds made up for them. The class is look- ing forward eagerly to future trips. Mary Ann Ranken, Didi Gawthrop, and Marian Warner took a trip with Mrs. Barnes of the Relief Commission. They went to many places, some of them very pathetic, others very cheerful, although the people were having a hard time. One man had lived under very good conditions, but now has nothing except a family. He was very happy and told them his whole history. Their way of speaking and their gestures interested our representatives. They had never dreamt that such conditions existed until they saw the people. We wish more people could go on these trips. On November the fourteenth, Dr. Kath- erine Denworth, president of Bradford Jun- ior College, talked to some of the upper school girls about her school, which is the old- est junior college in the country. She was very inspiring and many of the girls want to go there. It is a well-established school, quite near Boston, which offers many advantages. Two days later Bennington College was represented by Mrs. Barbee-Lee. We had a tea in the afternoon, and after her amusing but intriguing talk, the girls and teachers asked many questions. The college has only been open for one year, but it is really the newest type of college, being very progres- sive. Both colleges seem to be places to go be- cause they are so much like our own school. Bennington is for the girl who likes the coun- try and Bradford for a girl who likes to be near a city. On Saturday, November 25, there was a college conference for all the upper school girls in the city who want to go to college. Many colleges were represented at this meeting which lasted throughout the day. Dr. Helen Taft Manning of Bryn Mawr was the main speaker. 4142 Tower qfill ,School ,f aL... -, ' 14 --- m. . fry-fr' My X .-Z-E? ' QALUM I MANY, many interesting events can take place in the lives of a group of people within a period of three or four months. The number of reports we have re- ceived concerning the actions of our alumni between June, when school closed, and Sep- tember, when it opened again, prove this. It is hard to know just Where to start in the telling of the news. As everybody is interest- ed in marriages, we might start with those of our alumni that took place during the summer and fall seasons. Everyone who has not already heard will be interested in the marriage of Dorothy Wood of the class of 1929 to Joseph Sinclair of the class of 1927. This is the second wed- ding in which both members were graduated from Tower Hill. You will remember that the first all Tower Hill wedding was that of Dorothy McKee, '29 and Phillip Sawin, '26. 43? A son was born to them in June and has been named for his father. Another new member in the Sawin family is the daughter of Elinor Sawin Dunstan, '28. She was born in August. Janet and Margaret Patterson of the classes of 1924 and 1923 were both married during the summer. Janet is now Mrs. Charles A. W. Uhle of Philadelphia, and Mar- garet is Mrs. George Blackstone of this city. The wedding in June of Pierre duPont III, '28, to Miss Jane Holcomb of Waterbury, Con- necticut, was of widespread interest. Edith O'Keefe, '30, was married on July 18 in Philadelphia to J. Thomas Liddle. They are now living in Lebanon, Pennsylvania. Margaret Bruce, '23, was married to Wes- ley G. Vannay of this city. The latest wedding is that of Delano Boynton, '28, and Miss Margaret Babcock at Belair, Maryland. The Tower Trial Of much interest is the engagement of Miss Elizabeth Bayard to William Stone Weedon, '25, He will well be remembered as the first president of the Student Govern- ment Organization. At present, he has a fel- lowship at Harvard University and is work- ing for his doctor's degree. The announcement of the engagement of Anita Edge, '29 to William Weisbrod of Osh- kosh, Wisconsin was recently made. It is always interesting to know what the members of last year's graduating class are doing. Barber Moseley, Bob Bryan, and Wilcox Brown are rooming together at Dartmouth. Barber is singing in the Freshman Glee Club and Wilcox was recently elected to the Leg-ard Canoe Club. Alfred Stuart is playing drum in the Penn Band. Jack Speakman was taken into the Sigma Chi fraternity at Lehigh. Wil- lard Sweetman is at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute at Troy, New York. The girls are also busy at schools and colleges. Mary Lou- ise Porch is at Vassar, Emily Bent at Wilson, Marion Mahony at Skidmore, Ruth Booker at Miss Illman's School in Philadelphia, Eliza- beth Springer at the National Cathedral School in Washington, and Anne Swint is spending the winter abroad, studying at the University of Prague. Of the members of the class of '32 we hear that both Caroline Silliman and Helen McAdams are at Bradford Junior College this year. Ruth Reese has a position at Tower Hill School as assistant to Miss Winslow in the kindergarten. Edward Poole graduated from the Bliss Electrical School last June and is now working with the duPont Company at Deep Water, New Jersey. We were proud to learn that Joseph Stuart was tenth on the honor role at Delaware University last June. From the class of '31 we hear that Ken- neth Roberts was graduated with highest honors from the schoolship Annapolis and now has a position in the Marine Oflice of the duPont Company in New York. Mary Alice LaMotte transferred from Wheaton College this fall and is now a junior at the Women's College of the University of Delaware. Esther Topkis, who transferred to the Wo- men's College of the University of Delaware from Hood College a year ago, received the distinction of being second on the honor roll at that college. It has been announced that Isabella Turner will make her debut at a luncheon to be given at the Wilmington Country Club on December 20. Barbara Wardenburg, '30, is studying at the Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School in New York. Gulie Hudson of the same class is doing Volunteer Red Cross work at pres- ent. Laird Townsend is now working in the office of Laird, Bissell and Meeds of this city. Another graduate of Tower Hill, who is still affiliated with the school, is Dorothea Wood. She has the position of secretary to Mrs. Lane. We hear that Alice Whitten has re- cently been elected to the Alpha Society, which is a senior honorary society at Smith College. Robert Bruce, Jr., '29, was graduated from the University of Delaware last June and is now a freshman at Jefferson Medical School in Philadelphia. Gaston Jousson, a Tower Hill graduate of the same year, is now instructor of Latin and French at the Stoney- brook School for Boys on Long Island. Another graduate of Tower Hill who has a teaching position is Dorothy Ackart. She is in the primary department of the Brook- field School at Montclair, New Jersey. FROM FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF DARTMCUTH COLLEGE is not extremely different from what I expected it to be, because I never wasted much time wondering what it would 'IEI44 be like. There was the delicate prelude of a beautiful, silent sunrise watched in awe from the top of Bartlett Tower. Then the first few days passed in a giddy succession of reg- istration, matriculation, physical exams, placement exams, aptitude tests, and orienta- tion lectures, all necessary evils which the innocent freshman must endure. The orien- tation lectures were the only items I enjoyed, but We were soon to find that our orientation was not limited to lectures. In the evenings the sophomores marched us around the campus and wielded their crude paddles freely as we went in order to impress upon us the attribute of humility and to give us our much-needed "class solidarity." I don't think they succeeded through this or any other form of hazing. It was mere noisy 45h Tower cJ'fi'l1 School nonsense with no very good or bad results. The football rush on the other hand certainly seemed more successful in "squelching" the noisier freshmen, although under normal con- ditions it rarely does so. As an introduction to college, I prefer to think of that glorious sunrise of my first morning rather than of this "College Humor" foolishness. The old tradition of the Delta Alpha parade before the Norwich game, although equally foolish, lacks certain characteristics of posterior painfulness. It really does produce freshman solidarity, too. I came to know and like most of the fellows in the dormitory when we all worked together on our supposedly humorous stunt for the parade. J. WILLCOX BROWN, '33 The Tower qgial PARE T PARENTAL PURSUITS Editor's note:- This column is strictly serious and austere. Any boners are unintentional and should be reported at once to the manage- ment. Which reminds us, the management this year is as follows :- President ,,,,,,.,,,,,......,....... josxapn E. PLUMSTEAD Vice-President ........ MRS. WILLIAM B. DENHAM Treasurer .............................................. ISAAC FOGG The Executive Committee consists of the officers and Mrs. Paul J. Nowland, Chairman, Social Committeeg Mrs. Irving Warner, Chairman, Education Committeeg William A. Hart, Chairman, Program Committee: Mr. Fowlerg Mrs. Lane, Parents at large Cfor the Lower Schoolj Cecil F. Backus, Ernest N. May, Cfor the Upper Schooll Mrs. H. S. Mor- row, Mrs. Julian S. Gravely. And the ex-presidents who are becoming too numerous to mention. +5546 President Plumstead imbibed freely-I speak advisedly and after careful confirma- tion of the fact-President Plumstead im- bibed freely of the down-east ozone in Wis- casset, Maine in August and on his return started preparations for our winter activi- ties with a zest that was irresistible. Ac- cordingly, he was not bragging when he said in his first letter to parents-"Our plans for the current year are fairly well crystallized." In a group the other day someone sudden- ly propounded the question "Who is vice- president of the United States ?" The answer was finally extracted with consider- able difficulty. Of course, a man cannot cause much commotion sitting in the shade of the pecan trees in Uvalde. Our vice-president, Mrs. Denham, is not content to sit in the shade of any kind of trees, deciduous or otherwise, and her part in the Home and School Association is ex- tremely active and constructive. TO NEW PATRONS WE BELIEVE our Home and School Association furnishes the easiest and most pleasant method of getting acquainted with the faculty and with the School and its aims and methods"-we quote from Presi- dent Plumstead's letter mentioned above. Several years ago, we moved into this com- munity and entered the children in Tower Hill, knowing it by reputation as a good school but having at the time little knowledge of the many methods used to get the best from and for each child. The first Home and School notice fell on stony ground. We didn't know many patrons. Wouldn't we feel lost, out of place? The notice of the second meeting was destined to the same reasoning and the same treatment. Fortunately, a member of the -nEf47 Tower will School Membership Committee 'phoned us shortly before the meeting and urged us to go. With some misgivings we said we would and did. We were pleasantly surprised at finding a dining-room full to overflowing with close to two hundred parents and faculty members enjoying together a social repast. The eve- ning program afforded an inspiring medium for thought on topics of common interest. In a few hours we had been transformed. Since then we have come more and more to realize the great value of these gatherings and We can heartily chime in with our President when he says to the new patrons "Get in step." You will find a warm welcome await- ing you. May we remind you that a person wrap- ped up in himself makes a very small pack- age? THE FIRST SUPPER MEETING A CONTEMPORARY newspaper recently stated, "A meeting was called by the house committee to discuss plans for improv- ing the interior of the residents"g our supper committee did likewise, and about two hun- dred parents were internally decorated in a very tasteful manner on Wednesday evening, November Sth. After the repast a short business meeting was held in the dining-room. Although the Secretary's inflection and diction were per- fect the minutes were about as thrilling as usual. Our treasurer, Isaac Fogg, summarized his fiscal policy with the threat of a single budget. In view of an initial cash balance of S381 it may be possible, though antiquated. It probably all depends on where the decimal point comes to rest. It has been our observa- tion that a crate of goose eggs fmore or lessl scattered to the left of said decimal point in- The Tower Clyial evitably calls for a double-header, at least, budget-wise. Reports were also made by Mrs. Irving Warner, Chairman of the Education Commit- teeg Mrs. Paul J. Nowland, Chairman of the Social Committeeg and Mr. Leighton S. Dor- sey, Chairman of the Membership Commit- tee. President Plumstead then declared a short recess prior to Sir Wilfred Grenfell's lecture. The natural appeal of Dr. Grenfell's work in the far North was indicated by the gather- ing in the auditorium, which was filled to ca- pacity. With his usual modesty he painted a graphic picture of the humane work which has developed from his original pioneering when as a graduate surgeon he set forth to Labrador, as he expressed it, "to surge where no one else was surging." As a pioneer, he found a hardy stock liv- ing by their wits with little of the modern developments of science to aid them in mat- ters of education, health or industry. Their mode of living was most primitive. To a young surgeon their lack of medical and surgical care made an especial challenge. Ac- cordingly, a hospital was the first building erected. Now there are five, with the most modern appointments and equipment. Volunteers sprang to his aid, attracted by the romance of his ministry of mercy. As he expressed it "Saving our neighbors means saving ourselves for the saving of human lives gives us a 'raison d'etre' "-and in sup- porting him in his work many young men and young women have found a greater meaning to life. A graphic idea of the people and their beautiful country, their habits of work and play, their trusty dogs, was given by the still and motion pictures shown. Although medi- cal centers were the 'drst problem the ramifi- cations of the work have been many. The pictures for instance showed schools which have been built to meet their educational needs and cooperative stores to provide reasonably the necessities of life. Where furs and fish provided their main means of subsistence many new manual occupations have been taught them such as weaving and wood carving to supplement their earnings. Lady Grenfell was in charge of the many interesting products of their hand-work for sale in the corridor and after Dr. Grenfell's lecture she and her aides considerably light- ened their inventory of Labrador products. THE NEW PLAN OF COLLEGE ADMISSION I N MAY of this year Mr. Fowler announced I by letter to the patrons of the School that Tower Hill was one of twenty-six college preparatory schools selected under a new plan of admission approved by over two hun- dred colleges. In announcing their selection in the press the Committee said, "During this last year this committee has sought diligently throughout the country to find strong secon- dary schools which have demonstrated their ability to prepare students successfully for college under present conditions and are now ready to undertake significant studies of their own work for the purpose of enriching and improving the secondary curriculum and making it more significant and worthwhile to all boys and girls, especially to those who are preparing for college. For this purpose ap- proximately 250 schools were suggested by educational leaders in all parts of the United States. From this list the committee has chosen, after careful investigation, the above- listed schools." -lif48 Tower Hill is indeed honored to be in this list for the institutions selected are given a free rein in placing in college students whom they consider qualified wthout regard to old course and unit requirements. A summary by the principal of the school of each stu- dent's qualifications will afford the basis of admission. Since the first students under this plan will enter college in September, 1936, the present tenth grade is the first to be affected. Tower Hill has always recognized the im- portance of keeping abreast of desirable trends in secondary education, so that no radical changes will be made in the curricu- lum. However, it will be possible in View of the flexibility of the arrangement to work out schedules of studies most logical for each student, departing where it seems advisable from a stereotyped course of preparation. A Directing Committee of leading college presidents, deans, principals and teachers will carefully supervise the carrying out of the plan. It is hoped and expected that the minimizing of credit accumulations and the emphasizing of search for significant mean- ings will greatly enrich both school and col- lege training and bring a much greater unity to the whole process. THE EDUCATION COMMIT- TEE'S ACTIVITIES IN THE morning of October 16th Mrs. Fisher talked to a gathering at the School of about one hundred mothers, the meeting having been arranged by the Educa- tion Committee of the Home and School As- sociation of which Mrs. Irving Warner is Chairman. Mrs. Fisher's topic was "Recent Developments in the Scientific Study of Family Relationships." Mrs. Fisher's work at Sarah Lawrence College and as a member of the Family Con- sultation Bureau of Columbia University has 4915+ Tower c.7'fill School kept her continually focussing on the main problems affecting both children and adults living in the present day. Her address which was illustrated with incidents from her daily experiences was a convincing argument in behalf of approaching these problems, which are universal, with an objective or scientific point of view. For, as she said, "The moment we realize our problem is part of the stuff of life-we look at it objectively. We can be of help to each other in working out problems because We all have similar ones." As a further plea for cooperation Mrs. Fisher said, "I cannot urge you too strongly to take advantage of working together and with the school. You benefit by one another's experiences. Nothing is too sacred to be faced openly and honestly. The younger generation growing up now has a chance no other has had-more is known about bring- ing up children than formerly." One of the primary aims of our Home and School Asso- ciation is clearly summarized in that para- graph. Our group meetings do not profess to be a clinic where panaceas are made to order but rather a clearing-house where an interchange of thought will crystallize in- dividual experiences making them useful to others who Want to increase the probabilities of normal adjustments in their children as life unfolds. Mrs. Sidonie Master Gruenberg, President, Child Study Association of America UNDER the auspices of the Education Committee the following series of lec- tures by Mrs. Sidonie Master Gruenberg, President of the Child Study Association of America, was arranged: November 14-"Foundations of Personality" November 21-"Family Relationships" November 28-"Companions and Friend- ships" he Tower CDial The lectures all being held at the School at eleven o'clock. Course tickets, 51.50. Single admission, 75c. Mrs. Warner-'sl salesmanship at the sup- per meeting, judging from the attendance at the iirst lecture, was very effective. Mrs. Gruenberg handled her subject very effectively and left no doubt as to the ability of the Education Committee to pick a speaker of real merit on topics of particular signifi- cance to parents. In these days of rapidly shifting values one intangible stands out as invaluable-co- operation. This holds true in local as well as na- tional affairs and is fundamental in the form of education which aims the highest. 450 Tower Ufill School ,.-v- - OBsERvA'r1oNs FROM TH TOWER ggWE ARE going to the zoo." "You are going to the zoo ?" "We are going to the zoo." fSomeone is going to the zoo. The Tower will investigate further.J Ah, yes, it is the biology class. They are going to the zoo and give the monkeys a treat. Sad farewells are spoken to the unfortunates who have to remain in school and the disturb- ing individuals are off-meaning on their way among other things. 51131- Hours later, after having observed the method of assimilation of the lower animals, Mr. Sagebeer Sz Co. proceeded to exercise their own facilities for eating in an establish- ment designated in the common vernacular as a "joint" The retinue of this inferior res- taurant avoided our biologists for fully an hour. Finally, however, they received that which might have passed as food, had not several of the members attempted to eat it. Th e Tower qjial Thereupon the checks were hastily paid and a rather pale-faced class followed the un- daunted Mr. Sagebeer home, feeling that the animals had enjoyed a dejeuner superior to their most unusual repast. An unusual noise disturbed the Tower's rest on a last October's eve. The Tower was greatly annoyed and left the realm of ghosts and spirits to view upon the informal Hallowe'en party given by our praiseworthy Social and Club committee. The party seemed to progress quite well until the spot and num- ber dances came along. Mr. Perdew had kind- ly presented prizes for the lucky C21 win- ners. However, one boy upon winning the number dance and unwrapping the prize, found it to be a goodly segment of Schweitzer cheese. Soon the party resumed its former pace and, a few ruined suits later, cider was served. This was imbibed with much gusto and, as soon as everyone felt they had con- sumed forty cents worth of refreshments they went home, The Tower also went home, not, however, without making sure that there were no cider jugs in the aquarium or cookies in the Works of William Shakespeare. The Tower enjoyed the party very much and hopes to attend another one soon. The Tower witnessed a demonstration by the Fire Department a short time ago. The hose wagon particularly amused the Tower as about fourteen men and a rather wheezy pump, succeeded in creating a jet of water equivalent to that of a small garden hose. After careful considering the Tower finally concluded that this most humorous stream was for waste basket fires. Upon suggesting this to one of the firemen over the tumult of the pumps, the Tower received an answer which, alas, I fear is unprintable on these pages. The younger members of the school raised such a yell when the alarm was set off that the fire company seriously considered discarding the old form of alarm and giving the younger members of the school a perm- anent position. Some of our button woods received a slight amount of water during the exhibition. And, as a whole the demonstra- tion was thoroughly beneficial. The Tower thanks you firemen! Raucous sounding of wind instruments shook the Tower's foundations several weeks ago. It was Mr. Wire and his following test- ing the power of the human lungs and the en- durance of the other members of the school. The first day was the worst, however, and now only the occasional wailing of a trumpet or squealing of a clarinet reaches the Tower's listening ears. We hope soon to hear an en- semble of Mr. Wire's creation. The main dif- ficulty, however, seems to be in getting the boys to start together and finish in the same way. The usual results were ghastly dis- sonances which would cause a true musician to expire miserably. Progress seems to be under way and in a few months a true musi- cal group may be forthcoming. Verily the age of miracles will then not be past. A cold atmosphere is surrounding the Tower and a light snow is drifting down from the sky's gray dome. Only the light tipping of snow crystals on the crisp fall leaves inter- rupts the peaceful silence. Soon our silver bewhiskered friend will come around and until then, the Tower bids you all Auf Wied- ersehen. Q52 i 1 gn.- -1-92-Iii' - in "4 ' in Tower 5.7-fill School Q ....... " -4 ATHLETIC BOYS' ATHLETICS W ITH unusual amount of spirit and en- thusiasm twenty-two boys reported for the first football practice September 18. With the addition of Mr. Aubrey Walker to the coaching staff, the team began prep- aration for their annual game with Mid- dletown High School. This game turned out to be an easy victory for our team scoring in every period with the iinal score 22-0. The game with Church Farm, opening the home series, turned out to be the big up- set of the season. With perfect blocking and hard running Tower Hill completely outplay- ed the big red team who in their last game with us won 40-0. A long pass from di Saba- tino to Crawford put the ball on the ten-yard line, and on the next play it was taken over by di Sabatino for the first score of the game. 531314 With only four minutes to play Captain Bob Carpenter intercepted a stray pass and ran forty yards for a touchdown with perfect interference furnished by Marvel. The game ended with Tower Hill the victor I3-0. In opening athletic relationship with Ger- mantown Friends' School, Coach Loefl'el's charges again came out on top 12-0. This game was well played displaying much bet- ter blocking and tackling than Tower Hill has seen for many years. Captain Carpenter accounted for both touchdowns in that game. Much importance was attached to the next contest because Tower Hill has never been able to win over DuPont. A pep meet- ing was held in the gymnasium depicting the downfall of the DuPont team and the Jinx. However, DuPont proved to be superior and managed to turn in a 6-0 victory in the last he Tower Clpial three minutes of the game. Twice during the game Tower Hill showed remarkable strength in holding DuPont's offense on its one-yard line. Undaunted by the defeat with their old rival fand Jinxj, the Tower Tigers renewed their practice determined to get back in the winning stride. This was accomplished when our team ran rough shod over the Archmere Academy boys the following Friday, beating them 38-0. All substitutes were rewarded for their faithful work by seeing action in this game. Probably a little overconfident and suf- fering from the effects of too much Hal- lowe'en, the Green and Whites slowed up enough to let West Nottingham take them in camp 13-0. It was in this game that Bob Lane, who has played a brilliant game as half-back all season, was injured. West Nottingham, with a new and heavy aggrega- tion, mowed down our defense to score in the second quarter only. Much discouraged over the loss of two regular backs, di Sabatino and Lane, the Tower Tigers entered into hard practice tak- ing Les Mahony from center and El Gentry from the second team to replace the injured backs. By Friday afternoon this combina- tion was whipped into shape and trounced the powerful Lew Young's fformer Penn Coach,D eleven 28-7 . This team beat Friends' School 18-12 and held West Nottingham to a scoreless tie. Bill Ellis, a stellar right guard, again showed up as the strongest man in the line, ripping and tearing the St. Andrews team to pieces. Gene Crawford played in his usual bang-up style, smashing down the in- terference to get the runner time and time again. Elated over their victory with St. Andrews, the Coaches laid the team off until the following Wednesday. Resuming prac- tice all players reported in good spirit and physical condition. In preparation for the final game with Friends' School November 24, the squad was given long grass drills, sprint- ing, handling of the ball and signals. It was the opinion of the coaches and those that know the team and by comparative scores the Tower Hill combine should beat Friends about 18-6. The result was 12-6. The lineup: Left end ........... ............ d uPont Left tackle ......... ....... G oodman Left guard ....... ........ F erguson Center ............. Right guard Jones Ellis Right tackle ...... ...... H oward Right end ....... ....... C rawford Quarterback ....... -. ........... Marvel Left halfback ....... ................. La ne Right halfback ............................,. di Sabatino Fullback ............................................ Carpenter Substitutes :-Mahony, Warren, Bump, Ricard, Gentry, Bill Carpenter, Flaherty, Hu- ber, Patterson, Harvey. Without a doubt this team represented one of the best all-round combinations that Tower Hill has put on the gridiron in years. The splendid leadership and fighting spirit of our Captain, Bob Carpenter, furnished the incentive that carried us over many a rough spot. John Flaherty, who looked promising the first part of the year, was forced out of the running by a broken collarbone in a scrim- mage with Salesianum Catholic Varsity Team. The line in general was powerful on both offense and defense, and the backfield showed more co-operation in blocking and interfering than ever before. Much credit is to be given to the fine work of Eugene Plume- stead as Manager and to Byran Banker a Assistant Manager. Of the substitutes Ma- hony, Bump, and Gentry showed up to good advantage, and will furnish good material for Coach Loeffel to start with next year. H54 CHAMPIONS OF WILMINGTON PRIVATE SCHOOL LEAGUE is vw .,. df -L WON SIX OUT OF EIGHT X W My 1 .V L? r , Q 5 ' iiff L img 3 ?51s 1-gg 'rf f35 r g 11 iiQQ Q E-ffilii Q :va fiii if -,V-F1 1, aijj, 4 A My Eh , gif 35 I ' 1" 23' 1 'Ji L, P Afxgg -iv 'P ' 1 FP? .ww V Jiil 55.42 Hi 'Egg 43 gf.?gwfln!3IW,u 'THU 1? .145 WSW ,r R1 gi? iwlgf 5311 U23 yflifhg as , in I ,g ' WT Q: T5 3 Ei f'E2 2 ? 4 1 1. " Q ,Uhr 5 !.r a w .1 , ! Ei: .S " :fl ,Q j 11 -51 , 1: s . 5 H IV'-Y iv . . JF' 'A Q' Q s Qi Q33 Q31 if? , LL fi 1 gin? 4--. 5: uni 35? 41 5 -Y xg 1' .2554 if 115' K.. ff if T521 gm' 'ye ET qw ,aan 5 1 3 3 i 3' 5.1 1 . fi f? A" W i. GIRLS' ATHLETICS UH ELLO there, Betty, didn't I see you at the hockey game with Friends' yes- terday ?" "I wouldn't be a bit surprised. I wouldn't miss the opening game of the season for anything." "Neither would I, especially since this year's games decide whether we get the cup or not. You know Tower Hill has won the most games for two years now between Ursu- line and Friends and Tower Hill and if we can just manage to get it this year for the third time we get the cup for keeps." "It's going to be awfully exciting, isn't it? Pm awfully glad we got off to such a good start by beating Friends' 6-O." "I'll say. I thought the whole team play- ed very well and did you see some of those passes between Betty and Jane ?" "Yeah, Janey's the captain and it certain- ly does improve the team if you have some- one like her who makes you want to work hard." "You bet, and you know I think it would help if more people came out to watch the games, don't you ?" "Yes, there's nothing that makes you want to take the ball down the field faster than the thought that the Whole school is interested and backing you up." Such a conversation might easily have been overheard between two girls after the game with Friends' October 24. Other schools that we have played in hockey since then are duPont High School, Ursuline, and, for our one out-of-town game, we were fortunate in arranging one with the Holman School in Ardmore, Pa. We met our only defeat of the season with Holmans in a score of 4-1. One of our most sensational games was on October 17 when we came up against du- Pont for the first time this year. For the first half of the game the ninth grade played sap- crower will ,School the forward line against them. They proved to be stiff opponents but to our joy and sur- prise the ninth grade, commonly known as the "bulldog ," made two goals. The second half came and the varsity reassuredly step- ped in, thinking that of course we would roll up another two or three points. However, it was a rather shamefaced and abashed varsity that trooped into the school after the game was over, for the score had remained at 2-1. And now the really important news comes when we proudly announce that because of our victories over Friends' and Ursuline we have won the cup for keeps. The final game with Ursuline on November 9, which was perhaps our finest game, wa the grand cli- max. In this game the team showed better co-operation and pass-work than in any of our former games. There was also a feeling of confidence in each other which left each girl free to give all that was in her concentrated on the position she played trusting the for- wards to rush the ball up, the halfs to pick up what the forwards lost and the full backs and goal to be the stone wall over which the ball was seldom permitted to go. Because it was such a decisive battle, both teams played extra hard and more than once the ball was rushed up the field for a goal, only to be sent spinning back to the opposite end. The score, which was 1-0, seems to prove what a hard fought game it was. A new plan in country day of having student leaders instead of teachers has been tried and found successful because each girl has been willing to do her share. Once a week Miss Potter takes a group of students to the Y. W. C. A. for swimming. During country day there have been five hockey teams with every girl having a position on a team. This has made each member feel that she is a necessity for her team, has prompted healthful activity and a feeling of sportsman- ship and family co-operation. The Tower Clyial JOKE Mr. C. fln geometry classy-"We will have a short quiz at Christmas." J. S. G.: "You don't mean Christmas. You mean Quizmas, don't you, Mr. Chadwick 'P' 0 1 8 0 New Song Hits: Cuban Song: "I've Got a Riot to Sing the Blues." Tobacco Song: "Cigarette Life If You Don't. Weaken." Purple Song: "Lavender World Laughs With You." Astronomers' Song: "Till We Meter Again." l 1 1 l Tskl Tsk!! B. B. fSlaughtering French as usualjz "Nous avons rendez-vous." Miss J.: "Please use the second person singular." B. B. Cadding final strawJ: "Nous avons rendez-toi." 4 i ll 1 Not A Bad Idea C. P. F.: "I get your answer all right but where does the err come in ?" Dr. X: "Thru the window, old fruit, thru the window." Q 1 1 1 Vive L'Histoire Mr. P.: Cto lad who was chatting merrily with a lady-friend across the wayj "I say there, fellow, would you mind discontinuing your foreign relations for a moment ?" Stewey: "Them ain't foreign, stranger, them's domestic." Rating-Zero Mr. Z.: Cgiving another of his brain tests! If a fly walked exactly F2 meters along the diagonal of an icosahedron's face then in- verted the squared proportion of its return route the total distance would equal three meters. Any question ?" W. W. J.: "Yes, how did the bally insect know to do all that anyway ?" Ill Q 8 Q Historical Humor Mr. P.: "Give a rule that is helpful in forming plurals." J. B.: "Take off "y" and add "ies" when preceded by a continent." 1 Ik 1 i Remark heard in tenth grade history class after test: "Darn Teuton, it's Goth me down." Mr. P.: "Oh, yes! The women among the Huns often fought with the men." B. M.: "Sure, they still do !" Il K Q Ii Pupil in tenth grade: "Who wrote "As the Earth Turns?" Mr. P.: "Nancy Carroll." if 4 8 8 Mr. P.: "Now for instance, what would an aviator do if he lost his airplane ?" E .S.: "He'd do a little ground work." 4 8 Sl 1 Miss S.: fin English classj "Who was the most conceited man in English litera- ture?" E. M. P.: fdemonstrating reaction of the subconsciousl "William Osgood." 1' il 1 Il Ice Regusted First Grader: Con return from visit to Diamond, Ice and Coal Co.J: "I saw the Ice and the Coal, but I didn't see any Diamonds." 456 Tower cJ'fi11,School f .al 3 il' ine 'M' I 4 -J. , . 1 f - . . 'L ' "'- Q -- -lv' 1 --f - - wiv. "Q rf A -f 5 ' --2. ' '?4'r'N--'xfd .,N1"2. any : -' - r ' .:'3.?-'J' 1 "-vm ,, --'0-v- , - , ,wwf '- 'l' "W fo '1 p. . 1'-f A , huh: ii" 7, - V fu., . , ,. Q. .57 - -- , The Tower qJial EXCHA GE "The Budget"- W E MUST commend you on your art work. Interesting cuts always lighten a magazine. The frontispiece, "Shadows," is especially effective. What a clever idea of having a poetry contest! In our minds the prize winning poem, "Decision", is worthy of the greatest praise. We think that your method of presenting school notes, "Scoops and Snoops," is a variety from the monotony of many magazines. What advantage do you find in placing your editorials -in the back part of the magazine? Editorials are a main de- partment. You have yours where no one may easily see it. "Tech Quarterly"- Somehow we feel that this issue is not up to your usual standard. Maybe, it is because you have made it a special number and have fewer stories. We do miss your art work too. However, we must compliment you on the high standard of your poetry. "The Triangle"- What a fine editorial, "Music in Our School," with accompanying frontispiece, an original idea well worked out. Such a clever story, "In Defense of the Onion," you have so accurately and vividly described. It's nice to see some good long stories in a magazine. May we ask why you don't enlarge on your junior department? It's always inter- esting to have some work by the younger children. We compliment you though, on the excellent poetry in that department. "The Dragon"- We are always able to compliment you on the great ability shown in your art depart- ment. Your initial letters are especially iine. We think "Resolves and Fancies" is a marvel- ous piece of work, fine and detailed in every way. "The Pastorian"- May we ask who did the tricky headings? The picture of the old locket is especially suitable for the alumni. We wish to acknowledge the following magazines:- "The Beacon"-Fordham Preparatory School New York City, New York "The Beachwood"-Scarborough School Scarborough-on-the Hudson, N. Y. "The March"-March Junior High School Easton, Pennsylvania "The Beaver Log"-Beaver Country Day School Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts "The Green Leaf"-Greenwich Academy Greenwich, Connecticut ass 'Tower 'Ufill School James T. Mullin 8: Sons, Inc. 6th and MARKET - - WILMINGTON, DEL. A GREAT STORE- IN A GREAT CITY" ALWAYS CAREF UL TOWER HILL SAFETY COUNCIL The Tower cDial BUTLER'S IHC. HAWKE 4151 Market st. Wilmington, Del. INS URANCE AGENCY, Inc. INSURANCE Headquarters for MIMEHOGRAPHS and SUPPLIES Odd Fellows' Bldg. Wilmington, Del DELAWARE HARDWARE CO. 16,000 Items 12 Major Depts. One Hundred and Eleven Years of Hardware Service Shipley at Second Street Wilmington, Del. 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