Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)
- Class of 1933
Page 1 of 80
Pages 6 - 7
Pages 10 - 11
Pages 14 - 15
Pages 8 - 9
Pages 12 - 13
Pages 16 - 17
Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1933 volume:
Si .Q X
Q W I
in 4 X
? 1 ,
fl i .X 1 if '
. 1 ' ...L .
-11" I nk.: .
257: ffl ' .
' lin? fi
D... . , .
7,1 1 , ..
Jr.-f ' .fp ..
Vx' ' I '
..' 5- 4
4 duff. ' V5-44 .
Q,,,T,. H 5. ,JV 4.
. .1,p,' ,' .
ww. W.-f. . ,,
'1 - A 1 . 1-., ,
.,- 4 f. , ui . -V-....
. . V .A j F , 4 1.51,
. 155 ' 5. V
"f , - V H
I.-,T ' - L , Q
" 1- 1. ' ' A' - x
L. , . L -., , 1 Q
',+' rf 1. if., 4
L. .f. ia-VW! ,
'- -A 125 '
' , V 4
ff' ' f w
. ' ,YJ N ,
. 1 r V -
. ,. 44 A .
' af .
.,-.4 ft., y .N " f V
r ..' ,. I x
' ..s. X 'W
.,.?yr' 4: I Y
153T5.Q..: - t.
if Jw". v " "
.1 f - I.. ..
rl 1-f 1
QT I " V '
,ffl 4 'A
Q37 ' V.
'av " - V+, 4..
L L, -V M, 1
F135 . -
'v-Vi V1.1 4'
, -3. 5. V V71
. '5.:. T' 'af' 5,"fRv
' 41. - - a
QA :X ."1'N.
ei Va. ,ZH ,
" -' c"'V'.aL1p
.. h I
lid- ' .
.,4..1fA Y N . . .,.
1'-fr, A X 'i
f,3g,t..,q,,- . . 15'-f-pq fr -. ,Q V .' -
4- 51-2-Hap., -, - l S. 1
:iz J?-"--r'.V2i4,' V - V , W
cw- 1:41 ug. ,-'f :V
.e 'Hg LAX.-ylri V -,
,f:.f9T1,'fV- ,, .
...Agia xl .:f'
?y',Q2, f'V 51... '
Es,-,,,.'C'.,. " ,
Ff Q..-'-:V ' - 1-
.,f ,K X
if Q -
5' - . ' ' lx -.
N ' ,. V. Y I .....'
,,vH.y'f. ,- fx 1. I -
7.93. . .
frj ini", M- K .fy-
,, wg-1 15 .2-!A'1fiL1'. " ' 1 -I
.V 5. V gf
.Ve2V,4i.V fi-3, 'fy 5 gi . ' , ,
Vfgzfug 'ggiwgf-5-'miif1.,3,gQV' . x 1, ' ' . A ..
'- V' P,-fi?k'."'. 5, V 5, ,. -J ,, ,' Aw -. ,Q
1- sm.:-J. yi,-V'. 'Q - 4 . , . 4 . -I
wifi 53" iv: '-1 4 -' '-
L- ,auf 151.3 54 '. 'ig ,r I H
,:,1VVr Q -gnnj-, 1, . 'V ,..'
iff? . -'time' !V'ff.2 ' '
Vx , Ziff., 3.2.3.
-Vw. f 'J I '-
, 1.45, .
.1 ff-L' ..'
1' .. ,Q .
. , . .
-- - .. '- sn- V- L ,
-V, 9 V ,L I VH' S151 .jim
. V-L, ,.: NN, L - .L.- -uf..
' -'r-Ka ,. 'fi
,-.- -. L., -
. an 5: V-Q"v'. ' -
. n -ww: -
. ---1'..:1. .
' 's.'vD1L.::i:'9 'fl
H Hg. 'I-.v '44 V
.- .. J! :f., .-WJ, 5.11:-.Q-f',g ,
,H Q. 'Q Aw .-
1 ' iw'
' '- fha'
, ,V 1 .,!,.
-, f Vx..
.. :, 1. N 4
1-'f V gg. ,
.f QI ': "1-
H ,fax Li ..
f. J -' ..:. .
Q -s ..
.L. v. .'
1. Mg. .g ,
JJ .ujv wa
':-.iiiwvf I' 5
' !' 'Q
V. tx-. ' jrr .'
L , ag.-'.-4'rI.fK.Vj'
. ,. 1 .f :VV
. . V
I' , s'-'-ffwd' 'if-.
, V"A..4,f- . 13,45-3
...-I .n..gV.VQg. pg
z f,,:.,: df'
. .. A -1
'f 4.51 3-
'lf'-1 'f""" ' 1
M A5 in...
- -QV. . 1
Q 1-'iii '.
, lg,-EF... .
.f 4. emi-..1.
uni .' '-. -
24-..Vq. Q I. -
Vfgigfl ' - -
.YB MV 5
,, I+ .
'- -.-..ff"fL , V.
V' -w ...
.,. - .
V if yn- -.',v-:..' .
-- .-w-Q,-,--ff, ,. V
. Vi-iw V, 1'
- 2 I - ,V. 7
5.5. ji- V.
1:1 .3 fn. W1 V Yr I
' " ., qv, , 4 1
Q I 1 . J
'- .1 V ' 1
. ly- .f-
V,. ,fr ,-1
' ,' ' A
' .ff 1
r ' '
f . ' 1 .'
.4 VJ. 0'
. . If V' ' . "UT 'lI.f.
...V ...Mi .,. ,.,,m I
A ,'y. ' , V
. A 4.
- . - V, , . -
J. ' ' .-A g
. V V A V
JT" , ,
k .,., 1. f V
.K , 'z ul 'f
'L ' .YH '.
V. fr- ,af-4.
N . .gal
f gg-' W
, .hp c'
k .,-m ,1
. 5 rj T
I' ,A id'-:
. , gil...
ir: L, Q-1 Qu, '
Mii. -- .1
Y F7 CTF
1' ' .- ffm
U ' fw ,Tw"??aE?
s f -'her '
ug, 2 we 'Iv
1: ff. 1 I RI-
Jy. 3 - ,
x if Ti ng! P
L if fam
, Lf 1:
S H A ,
, , Y mg' .
.1 f iw
- U4 r ' v
M Ae mm if A-m,2L.ji:...ix'ff
The Tow R 'DIA
THE TOWER HILL SCHOOL
VOL. XVI - DECEMBER 1933 NO. 1
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ILITERARY EDITOR ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR
EDITH RUNGE, '34 J. STUART GOODMAN, '34 RoBER'r E. LANE, '35
DIDI GAw'rHRoP, '34 J. CHRISTY CQNNER, '34 CAROLYN ELLEY, '36
MAURO DI SABATINO, '34 MARION WARNER, '35 MARY FOWLER, '36
ELIZABETH SCHOONOVER, '36
BETTY HAWKINS, '34
ASSISTANT ART EDITORS
BETTINA BGNNER, '36 EUGENE CRAWFORD, '36
ISABEL SPEAKMAN, '37 PEGGY WOODBRIDGE, '37
ELIZABETH NORMAN, '35
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
'Q' .N ,',
ii! , 1 SEQ
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Christmas 1933, J. S. S., '34 ........
Health, E. A. R., '34 ............................
Community Spirit, E. A. R., '34 ...............
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 ...............................
OBSERVATIONS FROM THE TOWER ......
, ,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.
' 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
1 ,, fl'
l Q f
Q e fl
gt fl 1' 1
f I Q
A Q Il' "
, l r l
X' . f
, far D
Vital ff I 1
f '.f M 1
x ff ',
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-
-!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
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-
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
C 4 EALTH IS WEALTH." The origin-
ator of that phrase put a world of
wisdom into those three short
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
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
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.
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-
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
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
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
Tower will School
vcf , 'is
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
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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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.
I hear a voiceg
It comes from afar, and like a hand it bec-
From across the silvery sheen of Waters
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
Of dirty cities obscured by fog and soot,
Of open iields, and heaths cut by broad
Or perhaps, by dusty, dry lanesg
Of byways with inns for travellers' refuge,
With their low-raftered rooms and open
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
And now I may cross the twisted waters
The lands of my imagination in their real-
EUGENE PLUMSTEAD, '34,
Tower cJ'fill ,School
THRILLS OF THE ALASKAN
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,
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?
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
'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
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
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
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.
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
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 !"
"That is, I mean, most assuredly, yes,
"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
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
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,
'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
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.
When God gave us our heritage could He
That souls should be warped and bodies be
That death-dealing weapons should take such
With life as the stakes and no visible goal?
Does man build up nations of iiesh, steel and
To take them right down for reasons un-
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.
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
Tower will School
Th e Tower qpial
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.
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.
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
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
'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-
ELIZABETH TAYLOR, '35.
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
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
ELIZABETH NORMAN, '35.
BITS FROM NINTH GRADE
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
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
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'
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
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
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
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
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.
We come to the earth with the stars in our
Tho our greatness be hidden 'neath covering
We find ourselves part of a drama half-done,
With wonder and awe then our lives are be-
Some fall from the pace of the game that is
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
As brave march to glory in life and in death,
And breathe the same pleasure in first and
The fools can hear music and not feel the
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
They live in the sun and they bless its strong
Thru beauty they move to the death they
Each chants forth the music of song in his
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
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
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
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
JUDITH GRAVELY, '35
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-
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
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
Practically every letter tells or suggests
a story. All letters are exciting secrets to
those who receive them.
BARBARA BONHAM, '34,
The Tower CDial
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
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.
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
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
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
He's a little child saying, "Go 'way or I'll
In his fame-addled brain he is iirm as a rock,
"No war, then no peace." Meanwhile true
"You thick-headed slacker, for publicity's
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
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
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
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
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-
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
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-
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
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.
Tower will ,School
A Literary Goat
"Where's that valuable volume of HAM-
"You might have left it on the table by
"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
"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
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,
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
There once were two brothers named Mike
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
So befell when the moon went under
Came a flash and a light and the sound of
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
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
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
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
'Tower gfill School
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
ALAN SAPOWITH, Third Grade
Pianos or Bananas?
T HERE'S a fruit man comes around to our
house. Mother sends me out to buy
I say, "We want some bananas."
He says, "Did you say you want some
Or I say, "I want some potatoes."
He says, "Did you say you want some to-
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
JEANETTE BIRD, Second Grade
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
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
The North Wind blew and said,
"Come over the mountains
And let the white snow come and cover
But before the white snow comes
Come over the mountains and play with
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
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
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
'Tower will 5011001
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
He is white.
And Santa Claus saw him
When he was coming in his sleigh,
'Cause he was coming to a little boy's
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
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
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,
The people go for a walk,
The dogs drink milk,
Cats drink milk.
GLADYS Wrrsn., Kindergarten
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
The birds ily south.
THE KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN
The leaves are falling
The little flower heads are sticking out of the
LELITIA Lxrnosa, Kindergarten
Tower will S chool
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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
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-
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.
Tower qfill ,School
' 14 --- m. .
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.
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
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
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
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
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
COLLEGE is not extremely different from
what I expected it to be, because I never
wasted much time wondering what it would
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
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
This column is strictly serious and
austere. Any boners are unintentional and
should be reported at once to the manage-
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.
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
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-
May we remind you that a person wrap-
ped up in himself makes a very small pack-
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,
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
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,
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
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
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-
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-
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
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-
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
Mrs. Fisher's work at Sarah Lawrence
College and as a member of the Family Con-
sultation Bureau of Columbia University has
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
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-
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-
This holds true in local as well as na-
tional affairs and is fundamental in the
form of education which aims the highest.
Tower Ufill School
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.
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
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-
- in "4 '
Tower 5.7-fill School
....... " -4
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.
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
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
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
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.
Left end ........... ............ d uPont
Left tackle ......... ....... G oodman
Left guard ....... ........ F erguson
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.
CHAMPIONS OF WILMINGTON PRIVATE SCHOOL LEAGUE
.,. df -L
WON SIX OUT OF EIGHT
' iiff L
f35 r g 11
aijj, 4 A
gif 35 I '
'Ji L, P
'P ' 1
FP? .ww V
,r R1 gi?
,g ' WT
4 1 1. "
iv . .
3 i 3'
UH ELLO there, Betty, didn't I see you at
the hockey game with Friends' yes-
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised. I wouldn't
miss the opening game of the season for
"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
"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
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
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
Tobacco Song: "Cigarette Life If You
Purple Song: "Lavender World Laughs
Astronomers' Song: "Till We Meter
l 1 1 l
B. B. fSlaughtering French as usualjz
"Nous avons rendez-vous."
Miss J.: "Please use the second person
B. B. Cadding final strawJ: "Nous avons
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
Q 1 1 1
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,
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
Mr. P.: "Give a rule that is helpful in
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
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-
E. M. P.: fdemonstrating reaction of the
subconsciousl "William Osgood."
1' il 1 Il
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."
4 -J. ,
. 1 f
- . .
' "'- 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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
"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
"The Beaver Log"-Beaver Country Day
Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts
"The Green Leaf"-Greenwich Academy
'Tower 'Ufill School
James T. Mullin 8: Sons, Inc.
6th and MARKET - - WILMINGTON, DEL.
A GREAT STORE-
IN A GREAT CITY"
ALWAYS CAREF UL
The Tower cDial
BUTLER'S IHC. HAWKE
4151 Market st. Wilmington, Del. INS URANCE
MIMEHOGRAPHS and SUPPLIES Odd Fellows' Bldg. Wilmington, Del
DELAWARE HARDWARE CO.
16,000 Items 12 Major Depts.
One Hundred and Eleven Years of
Shipley at Second Street
Tower c.7'fi1l School
Phone 6011 Est'd. 1848 H
ATHLETIC EQUIPMENT LUGGAGE
Basketball - Soccer - Hockey Brief Cases - Trunks - Bags
Shoes - Uniforms Leather Novelties
STEAMER RUGS and AUTO ROBES
HORSE BLANKETS 235-237 Market street
Deliveries Every Hour on the Hour Headquarters for Plumbing and
Visit Our Showrooms
B E T T E R F O O D
See our complete displays of
An R. G. E' Store Bathrooms, Kltchens and Laundries
PHONES 5219-5210 SPEAKMAN COMPANY
1711 Woodlawn Avenue 816-822 Tatnall Street
916 Jefferson Street Wilmington, Delaware
The Tower CDial
-IEQMNQLEEM AC-aljllfli I-
Look For These Symbols
-A-t B wahc fd
D uy 1' 0111 ence
0 4 f .
by E "Who made it?"
M -C31-.....,......,. QHHUJP 6+
Nfl-NN mimi? 4-?o
Kqmnzggn, Today millions of money-wise, economy-minded
shoppers ask that question about the qoods offered
them for sale.
"Who made it?"
When they are satisfied with the answer to that
question they buy with confidence.
Here on this paqe are symbols of quality-the
trade-marks of du Pont products.
Behind this qroup of symbols is an unrivalled record
of industrial accomplishment-of long-standing leader-
ship in research-of lasting consumer preference.
When you see one of these du Pont trade-marks
on any article, say to yourself, as millions are sayinq
today-"It is qoodl"
. . . And buy with confidence.
PRUDUCD Wilmington, Delaware
IJ ' .-
o r RUB E. I. du Pont cle Nemours 6. Company, Inc.
Tower gfill ,School
Two Convenient Ofices
THIRD and MARKET .... .... N INTH and SHIPLEY
J- A. MCNTGOMERY, Inc. Phone 7376
"Coast to Coast Service- QUA Ts
Anywhere, Any Time"
WILMINGTON N. W. Cor. Fifth and King Streets
DuPont Building Phone 6561 . '
120 Broadway-New York-mmf 2-1858 W'lm"'gt"" i 2 De"""'
A 11 1-'F'
DELAWARE TRUST COMPANY 9ih Street and Market
The 'Tower qpial
at your Grocefs, of course'
309 DELAWARE AVENUE
"All the New Books and
the Best of the Old Ones"
of Real Distinction
Tower Ufill ,School
GEC. CARSON BGYD
216 WEST TENTH STREET Phone 4388
For Your Christmas Parties-
' ,, ,W ii, l gg?
T 8 IES
SECURITY TRUST COMPANY 8 ii 8 in T
SIXTH AND MARKET STREETS
Individual Fancy Forms will be just the
thing, or perhaps you would prefer the
beautifully decorated Yule Log or Christ-
Wilmington Del. mas Cake-
F or Information Call the Party Hostess
T. I-I. CAPPEAU
Telephvne We Deliver
8537 OPPOSITE B. Sz O. STATION 8538
Th e Tower CDial
LAIRD 6: COMPANY
4038 DuPONT BLDG. Phone 8171 WILMINGTON, DEL.
LINCOLN PHARMACY EDITH N. McCONNELL
' Our Own Fine Ice Cream
1901 Del. Avenue, Cor. Lmcoln St. Water Res and Frozen Puddings
Phone 3-3537 WE DELIVER Daily and Sunday Delivery
841 MARKET ST. Wilmington, Del
Good Cooking Utensils
ALFRED D. PEOPLES
507 MARKET STREET
HUBER 8 COMPANY
209-211 W. 10th St. Phone 2-1211
Wilmington, Del. Telephone 5017
FANCY AND STAPLE GROCERIES
FRESH Eccs AND POULTRY
N. W. COR. DELAWARE AVE. AND UNION STREET
VEGETABLES FRESH DAILY MEATS OF NOTED QUALITY
Tower c'.7"fi1l 5611001
Garrett, Miller 8: Co.
Jobbers' and Manufacturers' Agents
ELECTRICAL SUPPLIES and CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS
N. E. Cor. 4th and Orange Streets Wilmington, Del.
Candles Candy Co. Soda
Ice Cream Luncheon
703 MARKET STREET q
H. W. VAN DEVER CO.
A. G. SPALDING SPO,-fing Goods A, J, REACH
PLAYGROUND EQUIPMENT and GYMNASIUM SUPPLIES
909 Market Street Phone 5411 Wilmington, Delaware
The Tower CDial
MOTOR CILS AND GREASES
TO lNsuRE YOUR CAR PROPER LUBRICATION
JEWELERS - - SILVERSMITHS
Class Emblems and Trophies
MILLARD F. DAVIS, Inc.
831 MARKET STREET
A gb? from
Is an expression of
your good lasle
She wants something to wear . . . and here you may choose her gift
from the grandest collection of "Better Things" we've ever as-
sembled. The Braunstein label is always an emblem of luxury . . .
yet priced no more than the commonplace!
704-706 Market Street
The Tower Clpial
BUCK and DOE RUN
Hereford Beef Cattle
Poland China Hogs
FARMS: MORTONVILLE, PA.
Tower will ,School
A WORD from you will
bring one ofour represent-
atives who will be glad to dis-
cuss your advertising and print-
ing problems with you, and
besides you are not obligated
in any way.
J. LAURANCE BANKS, Inc.
1402 WALNUT STREET WILMINGTON, DEL.
The Tower CDial
--,Y-rm , 3- 1. , .y.-ml. avg.. - ,- ,- ' - 11 V .1 ,uw V :A v- , '-- . - -.,.H 1'--.-.,:..-n.1nw.--.pm-.n..,.Q::.m..1' .: .- z.,. H - .--.f- v.mnmn--gn
Suggestions in the Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE) collection:
Are you trying to find old school friends, old classmates, fellow servicemen or shipmates? Do you want to see past girlfriends or boyfriends? Relive homecoming, prom, graduation, and other moments on campus captured in yearbook pictures. Revisit your fraternity or sorority and see familiar places. See members of old school clubs and relive old times. Start your search today!
Looking for old family members and relatives? Do you want to find pictures of parents or grandparents when they were in school? Want to find out what hairstyle was popular in the 1920s? E-Yearbook.com has a wealth of genealogy information spanning over a century for many schools with full text search. Use our online Genealogy Resource to uncover history quickly!
Are you planning a reunion and need assistance? E-Yearbook.com can help you with scanning and providing access to yearbook images for promotional materials and activities. We can provide you with an electronic version of your yearbook that can assist you with reunion planning. E-Yearbook.com will also publish the yearbook images online for people to share and enjoy.
Material on this website is protected by copyright laws of the United States and international treaties.
No protected images or material on this website may be copied or printed without express authorization.