Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1905 volume:

THE ZEPHYRUS SXORI H I O H SCHOOL Astoria, Oregon, March, 1905. Volume 1, Number 1. Price, 10 Cents. c. M. COOPER Lawns! Lawns! Lawns! Come and examine our New Lawn Goods. ALL GRADES AND PRICES MEN’S WEARABLES No other store in the city carries a more complete line of Men’s Furnish¬ ing Goods, nor gives such values. Thi.s H. F. ALLEN k SON Advertisement Costs Vs One Dollar— That’s All! DR. J. A. REGAN DEN T 1 S T Phone Black 2421. Over A. V. Allen’s KATHERINE WADE ' OPTIC A N DR. FRANK VAUGHAN Owl Drug Store Astoria, Ore. DEN T 1 S T Pythian Building. Astoria, Ore. Delicious Chocolates Made Daily by T II E E A S T E K N C A N D Y 0 O M P A N Y Try Oar Bitter Sweets. 50G-50S Commercial Street Factory, Twelfth and Duane Streets School Booths Cream and Sugar ' Are the only things needed to go with Pictures, Artists’ Materials, Stationery ; ChflSC St SflnbOm’S Crepe Paper, French Tissue i Fountain Pens Seal Brand BOSTON ROAST Coffee Postal Cards, with Views All the Latest Novelties i The only place in town to get it is at Svenson’s Book Store ! ROSS, HIGGINS CO. Buy Your Meats of C H B I S T E N S O N C O ]SI P A N Y. BU T C II E B S PROMPT. DELIVERY PRICES. REASONABLE. 3 : 5 :0 o o o to 0 QC o H O D cc H 0 z _c E fL, a fc£j .2 S K iJ c C Q 1 cj 02 -l o “ ro O W cS J S Pi 18 S H 02 hE E2 ffi H . Q tD 5 'S) E o Pi B H O H 1 H -5 H O o a cS d d a O) O H . O d' 1 s Pi 3 “ PiiKlinSrhonl _ Rnilrllnp'g nf Astoria — Hiph Snhnnl Rnilrlino- in Z EPHYRUS A Journal Devoted to Literature, School News, Athletics, Etc. VOLUME 1. ASTORIA, OREGON, MARCH, 1905. - ■ NUMBER 1. ONE NiGHT’S HAUL. By Biowden It was the last night of the fishing season. As a rule all the fishermen go out for he last haul, but this night seemed to be an exception. Here and there on the netracks in little groups the fishermen could be seen looking with anxious faces at the sky or the river. Some of the more experienced ones shook their heads omniously. Evening was drawing near; large black clouds completely covered the sky, and not a breath of wind stirred. A calm prevailed — one such as is usu¬ ally follwed by a storm. There is always a greater run of fish when the weather is in this condition. The season had been a poor one, but notwithstanding this few men were willing, in the face of such a threat¬ ening storm, to risk their property or their lives. Among the bolder ones was a John Johnson and his boat-puller, Martin Anderson. They were notorious char¬ acters. This was true especially of Johnson. These men had lived apart from their fellow-fishermen in a lonely scow near the weter’s edge. No one advised them to not attempt the threatening deep, and no surprise was manifested at their setting out from the harbor. As night drew on Johnson and his companion were slowly drifting in their little boat toward the bar. No stars were in the sky. The river was calm and the air was warm and sultry. Davies, ’06. The storm predict'd did not burst in all its fury except on the ocean. An occasional flash of lightning in the distance could be seen from the shore. The roar of the sea was deaf¬ ening. Signals of some ships in dis¬ tress w'ere seen at intervals, and the sound of guns could be faintly heard above the noise of the w’aves. The storm raged all night. As .Johnson and his boat-puller w'ere about to re¬ turn home with almost as many tons of fish as they had caught during the whole season, their boat came almost in contact with a great object which loomed up in the darkness. On close observation this proved to be a badly battered ship, the sails and rigging of which had been torn off by the wind. The current, aided by the tide, had carried it over the bar and now it calmly floated up the river. It seemed as though there was no one on board. These two fishermen, thinking they might find a few articles of value, clambered up the “Jacob’s ladder into the deserted hulk. Shortly the moan of a human voice attracted them to the forecastle. The dim light of the candle which they held and the stillness of the night made the situa¬ tion more uncanny. After hesitating before the door, their better sense gained possession of them, and the two entered the room. In the center, seated on a chest, was an old man. No second glance was necessary to reveal his nationality. He was a second “Isaac of York.” These two men grasped the situa¬ tion immediately. Here was this old man, very rich, probably, left alone on the vessel, apparently because he would not part with his chest, which was too cumbersome to take on the life boat. At first the old man was not aware of the fishermen’s pr esence. Then Johnson stepped forward to speak to him and the pleased, sur¬ prised express on cii his face would have done one good to see; but, as his piercing eyes sharply scanned the countenances of his visitors, a look of terror overspread his ov n. After gaining his composure he of¬ fered them each five dollars if they would take him and his chest to land. Five dollars wouldn’t do. He kept in¬ creasing the offer until it r: ached half of all he had with him. At last John¬ son roughly informed him the price of his passage to land would be' all of his property. In vain the old man pro¬ tested, and at last, rather than part A STUDY with his goods, he resigned himself to fate. The bolder of the two fishermen seized and held him v hile the other laboric’.nly lugged at the chest. John¬ son then locked the old man in the r:o:ri and rushed off to help lower their heavy burden into the fishing boat. It was daylight by this time. The wind had' begun to raise and was soon blowing quite a gale. The fierce storm had abated on the ocean, but before passing away played some pranks on the river. Great waves ar ose. One of the men in the little boat was kept busy bailing, but, in spit: of their efforts, the sail gave a sudden lurch and the boat capsized, its cargo sinking to the bottom. These two fishermen, being excel¬ lent swimmers. succeJ'ded in keeping themselves afloat until some passer¬ by picked them up. With the ebbing of the tide the hulk was again carried over the bar and nothing more was heard concerning it cr its solitary occupant. IN WHITE By Winifred Higgins, ’06. Fred and Daisy had quarreled, and, Fred had' often heard the story how thinking that Daisy would follow him, theboat had been wrecked and all save Fred turned away and walked he knew one man had gotten safely to shore, not where. While in Daisy’s sight his and he, poor fellow! had been drown- head was up in the air, and he walked ed. The man who had been drowned with a deliberate mien, but when the was very disagreeable, and consequent- houses and the trees hid her from view ly greatly despised by his fellow-pas- his independent spirit left him and a sengers, whO' did not attempt to re- morbid, unapproachable mood came cover his body. A few nights later, over him. He walked on, on, and on, after the people had made themselves d'eeply buried in his thoughts. comfortab’e for the evening, the Walking up the beach he threw him- watchmen were alarmed by the hollow self on a log, and, after a short revery, lapping of the waves upon the smooth looked about him and discovered that shore and the sound of a boat plying he had walked almost to Tongue through the water. The trees whistled Point, and that he was directly oppo- and seemedi to scoff at the watchers, site the place where, many years ago, and the men afterward declared that one of the boats of the Astor party the moon actually laughed at them, had been wrecked. They looked toward the river, and si- lently out of the darkness came a milk- white man, in a milk-white boat, rowed with milk-white oars. It slowly crept near the shore, and, when within ten feet of the horror-stricken people, the man gave one yell, “Murder!” and then the apparition disappeared. All of this came to Fred’s mind as he sat right at the very scene of the story. He became uncomfortable: he tried to think of something else; he tried to smoke. Nonsense! he didn’t believe in ghosts, but somehow he was very strangely affected, and he began to wish that he and Daisy hadn’t quar¬ reled. He lokoed at the moon to be sure of its existence — and lo! the face in the niocn was enwreathed in a hide¬ ous, broad grin. A sort’of cold, clam¬ my feeling came over him. The beat¬ ing of his heart was annoyingly loud, and the dry leaves on the ground did make such a noise. To relieve the monotony of the hor¬ rible spell that had come over him, he picked up a pebble and threw it to see it skim along the water. He threw it tovard the west, but just as it reached the place where the boat had been wrecked it suddenly turned and almost instantaneously dropped into the wa'ter at the very spot of the wreck. The awful feeling that came over Fred is indescribable. Before he had thrown the stone the water was very quiet; but now it began to move and bubble, as if disturbed by an angry demon. And silently and steadily out of the water rose a figure, milk-white. It was eagerly looking over the side of a milk-white boat, which was rowed with milk-white oars. The boat rocked as the ghost gloomily stood up and waved' its white, elfish-shaped hat at Fred, who by this time had become weak and was unable to move. He wanted to yell, tO' do something, any¬ thing to break the horrible silence. As the ghost approached it took on the exact likeness of Daisy — the tall, slender form, the well-shaped head and flowing hair gracefully drooping on her rounded' shoulders. Yet it was so ghastly and unnatural! Slowly the boat drew near, but Fred could not move. He tried to call, but found no voice, while nearer, still nearer, came the phantom. It was within five feet of Fred, and eagerly he watched it, when suddenly it leaped at him. caught him by the hair, which was by this time standing on end, yelled “Murder!” with a horrible, un¬ earthly scream — and, oh! with that he awoke. “I am so glad it was a dream. It was all my fault that Daisy and I quarreled. I guess I'll go down to the house and see her.” THE TALE OE THE EROGGIE By Blodwen Davies. Down in a well on a great mossy rock which the sunbeams ne’er lighten. Alone in the dampness and darkness a little green froggie sat craoking. Pausing a moment as if he were listening for some far-off answer. Shrilly he’d keep up his calling; then, pausing, again he would listen. Soon in a neighboring swamp where the rushes grew thickest came answers — One. then another, another, until a whole chorus of voices .Joined in unmusical singing, though welcomed with gladness by alk For their voices did herald the spring¬ time and' pleasures of summer. Thus a small song in this great world of ours oft giveth joy unto many. THE APPLE BLOSSOM AND THE DANDELION By Mary Settem, 06. It was a bright and sunny May day; the wind was still cold, but “the spring Is come” was said softly from bush and brake, from field and stream, and a little apple tree which stood close by gave back the words in the gentlest of whispers. The little apple tree had one single bough just breaking into blossoms, and, so covered with its beautiful fresh buds, it Vr as a perfect picture to behold. It knew this quite well, so that it was not in the least surprised when a grand carriage which was passing along the road drew up before It and the young princess who sat in the carriage exclaimed, “Oh ! what a beautiful blossom, the loveliest apple- blossom of the season.” So one of her attendents broke off the bough: and, shading it with her silken para¬ sol, she carried it home with her to her father’s castle. The apple-blossom had never dreamed of such a place as that. On the table of a state drawing room was the blossom placed, and I am sorry to say it began to be very much lifted Up with its change of condition. Many people kept passing to and fro through the room and every one had some¬ thing to say about it as they looked admiringly at the beautiful bough. “What a difference there is between plants!” said one, which, of course, the apple-blossom took as a compli¬ ment to itself; and it held' its head higher than ever. The vase stood at an open window which looked down Into a garden and also into a field; so that there were many plants both wild and cultivated within sight, and with which it could compare itself. Some were very ordinary and com¬ mon. “Poor rejected plants,” said our friend in its contemptous pity; ’’there Is indeed a difference! How unhappy you must feel! at least, if you have feelings like we of the upper classes. But there must be a difference, other¬ wise we should all be alike.” As it made this remark, it fixed its atten¬ tion upon one kind of flower, with which the field was covered; that which grows everywhere, even be¬ tween the stones of the pavement; that which nobody cares for, nobody gathers because it is so common — the dandelion. “Poor despised creature!” cried the apple-blossom; “it is no fault of yours that you are so common; but you al¬ ways have been so and you always will be so; but as it is with men, so it is with flowers; there must be a differ¬ ence.” Something echoed back the word “difference;” it was the sunbeam, and it kissed the apple-blossom, and then the yellow petals of the dandelion; for the sunbeam makes no diffefence be¬ tween the favored and the unfavored flowers, it loves them all alike and counts them all as brothers. The ap¬ ple blossom had not thought of the Great God’s love for all His creatures, small as well as great; but the sun¬ beam knew better; he had come down from the very source of light, so of course it was all clear to him. “You do not see very far nor very well, my friend,” he said'. “Which is the poor weed I heard you pitying just now?” “The dandelion,” was the reply. “Nobody binds it into nosegays, every¬ body tramples it under foot; it is much too common, and when .it comes into seed it flies about, hither and thither, and sticks to people’s clothes, A weed it is and a weed it must re¬ main. How thankful I am that I am something better than that!” At that moment a little troop of children rushed into the field and in their sweet simplicity they kissed the yellow flowers they had gathered. The older children broke off the hollow stalks and made long green chains. But the oldest gathered the stalks on which the flowers had done blooming and which were crowned with feath¬ ery head's just ready to float away on the wind. If with one breath they could blow these quite away, they were sure to have new clothes before the end of the year; at least, so their grandmothers said. “Do yO'U see all this?” said the sun¬ beam. ”Do you see their beauty and their honors?” “Yes, for children!” replied the ap¬ ple-blossom with contempt. Then an old woman came into the field, and' with an old knife-stump she grubbed up a quantity of the roots to make a kind of coffee. The rest she would sell to the chemist for medi¬ cine, and be able with the money to increase her scanty stock of corhforts. “Beauty is better than all this,” said the apple-blossom as sulkily as could be. “There is a difference between plants, just as there is a difference between men.” Just then a group of persons en¬ tered the room and' amongst them the young princess who had gathered the apple-blossom and placed it where it stood. But what could that be in her hand? It was a blosom, or w'hat might be a flower; for it was quite hidden by three or four large leaves placed roundl it, and another over it to make a kind of cap, so that not a breath of wind could get at it. Not even the apple-blossom was carried so carefully by the lady’s hand as this hidden treasure, whatever it might be. Very cautiously the large leaves were soon removed and there' — yes, really there, who would have believed it? — was the feathery seed-crown of the hated dandelion! It was this which she had plucked and guarded so care¬ fully that not a single feather which sat so lightly there, ready to float away on the first breeze which reached it, might move from its place. Her loving care had! been successful; it was quite perfect, and as she gazed on it she wondered at its beauty and its airy lightness. “See how man velously God has formed this simple plant!” she cried. “I shall paint it with the apple-blossom, different as they are. One has received as much from the Creator’s hands as the other; and equally are they children in tha same kingdom of beauty.” And the sTinbeam kissed the dande¬ lion and it kissed the apple-U’ossom, and as it did so a deeper blush spread over its beautiful buds. Whether the app- e-blossom learned to be more hum¬ ble for the future I do not know, but at any rate we can carry away the les¬ son that false pride is a very ugly trait. .A Freshman’s Triumph By Yvon Guiliiume, ’07. The footl)all season was at hand, and the boys of the ValeyiHe High School who had won last year’s hon¬ ors were working to organize anothei such team to preserve the good name of their school. All the members of the team had been chosen, and when the list of subs was looked over the name of Jones, a Freshman, was noticed at the end of tire list. “He can’t play,” said the captain. “No; he had bet'er not try. The field is too mudy for such a neat little' fellow,” was the reply from one of the popular boys. Jones heard all this, but said noth¬ ing. That evening, when the boys went np to practice, Jones followed be hind, and when they arrived at the field he sat down to watch them. After practicing about an hour Greene, the quarterback, had to go to school and prepare his next day’s German. No one but Jones was left to take his place. He did so and ad¬ mirably went through all the plays. On the way back to the school rooms Jones followed behind as usual, but with a determination that before , .. .. • something lo show ’■-e . ' ■ ' not a “sissy boy,” r- • a fti-i •- t T-. 1 V _ • : i The next ua r. Ciialienge was re¬ ceived from the Easton Normal School and a game arranged for the second Saturday following. Preparations were m.ade in earnest for the game. The boys were made to run to and from the field each day, besides the practice in the gymnasium each night. Many of the boys could not endure this hard work as ■well as Jones; but he 'wms scarcely noticed, except when some of the boys had a difficult problem to solve or a trans¬ lation in Greek to decipher. Finally the day for the game arrived. Enthusias'r' ran high in Yaleville, and that afternoon the grandstand was crowded, while a great throng lined the gridiron on every side. As the Yaleville boys entered tlm gate cheers arose from the crowd, but they be¬ came quiet v.'hen the Easton boys ap¬ peared, as the visitors .seemed much heavier. At last the game began. Easton won the toss and chose the goal farthest from the grandstand. On the kick-off the bali was caught by Greene, who ran it back twenty-five yards. He was tackled on Yaleville’s forty-yard line, the fall resulting in a fracture of the shoulder bone. He retired from the field', amid cheers from all sides. ’ The names of several subs were called, but, as Jones was the only one who had practiced at quarter, he was chosen from among them. An end run was tried, with little effect. Then followed a fake play. which netted a gain of five yards; on the ne.xt, three yards, and Yaleville lost the ball. After attempting several plays Eas¬ ton was forced' to punt. The ball was caught by Yaleville’a fullback, who ran back fifteen yards. Now the con¬ test became harder than ever. Jones directed the plays with such good judgment and coolness as to sweep the heavy Easton men off their feet. “Six-eleven-twelve,” called Jones, and like a flash he circled the end on a quarterback run. Straight down the field he wmnt, now dodging, now straight-arming, and then, with a mighty effort, he hurdled the safety quarter and crossed the goal line, mak¬ ing the score 5-0 in favor of Yalevilie. Then there arose a chorus of cheers and above these was heard the cry, “What’s the matter with Jones?” That evening, on the way to the school grounds, Jones was not follow¬ ing behind as before, but was borne in triumph on the shoulders of the two boys ■ 'ho had ridiculed him a few weeks before. Nor was this all, for at the reception given to the Yale¬ ville boys that night in college he was given the place of honor. After this he was no longer known about the school as “sissy,” but as “Jones, the football hero.” Spare the Rod. One day recentlj a pupil went to htiss Hulse and complained of hi? eye¬ sight. The teacher happens to be a sort of amateur oculist and examined the lad’s eyes. W' hen the boy went home that night he carried a note to his father from the instructor which read about as follows; “Dear jMr. S. — Your son shows in¬ dications of astigmatism. I think his ca e should be attended to at once.” The following day the lad returned to school with this note for the in¬ structor: “Dear Miss Hulse — Thanks for your letter. Whip it out of him. Y'ours truly, Mr. S.” ThjE ZEPHYRUS _ Published Monthly by the Students of the Astoria High School. Terms, 10 Cents a Copy. STAFF: Editor-in-Chief . Associate Editor . Business IManager . Assistant Editors — Literature Winifred Higgins, ’OG. Department Editors: SchO'Ol Notes . Personal Flings . Athletics . Alumni . Exchange . Lawrence Rogers, ’Oo. ..Annie Bergman, ’06. . . . . Harvey Allen, ’07. Mary Settem, ’OG. ....Emma Shedd, ’05. . . . Sidney Sovey, ’07. ..Rives Emerson, ’07. ....Otto Utzinger, ’06. . .Blowden Davies, ’06. Address all communications to the Editor or Business Manager, The Zeph- yrus, Astoria. High School, Astoria, Oregon. THE ZEPHYRUS In making this, our initial bow, we, as members of the staff, offer an apolo¬ gy, and hope to increase both the ap¬ pearance and volume of our paper as time goes on. We ask you to over¬ look our many errors, blunders and sundrj' other defects, and to look upon this, not with the eye of a critic, but with the eye of a proud possessor of a paper that shall, with time and experi¬ ence, be a credit to our school. The time in which this issue was com¬ posed. edited and printedi, was so short that everything in the line of cuts, was omitted; but with the next issue we expect to enhance the looks as well as the size. If this does not quite come up to your expectations do not stand off at a distance and kick, but get to work, and write. Write, not with the idea of merely helping the editors fill up space, but with the idea of making a reputation, not only for yourself, but also for your paper; a story or a poem on any subject you wish will be received with much gratitude on the part of the editoi’s. If the student body will take an earnest interest in our work and contribute both prose and verse, we can have a paper that, from a literary standpoint, will equal if not excel those of many other aca¬ demic schools. We have the ability; why not have the output? Let us notbe lagging behind others, and stand at the foot always; let us, to use a colloquial expression, “come to’’ and stand at the head. Remember, it is not for your¬ self, that you are doing good, but for your school; an institution which, by the time you graduate, you will dearly love, if you do not now. THE CLASS OF ’08 Every June and every February into the affairs of the commercial large class of boys and girls graduate world, others come to us and become from the grammar schools. Some be- a part of us. gin their life-long march by entering You who have just finished gram- mar school and entered high school, dressed. We are glad to have you, and; we want you to take a special interest in all school movements, whether of an athletic, literary or so¬ cial nature. When a notice is posted that a meeting of the Student Body is to be held, every one of you freshmen should be on hand, for in two or three year.s the duty of upholding the honor and dignity of the A. H. S. will rest upon your shoulders, and there is nothing in the world like learning how at an early date. When the basketballl, track, base¬ ball or football team is being organ¬ ized, conje out and try for it; show us what you can do. You may surprise yourself; there is no telling. Don’t be afraid that the wise (?) Seniors and Juniors will laugh at you; they may laugh, but if they do, let that be an incentive to further effort, and in¬ wardly they will adtnire your pluck and courage, no matter how much mirth they may show on the surface. Be proud of your school and class; bei proud of the term naughty eight, for it means you are of a class who have four years before you; that, for the next four years most all your joys and your sorrows, your friendships and your quarrels will be centered around this place. Do you look at those com¬ ing years with impatience and un¬ easiness? You may; but, by the time the year nineteen hundred and eight comes you will say, “what a short time it has been,” and you wil be proud to write after your name the numeralB ’08. Athletics “A sound mind in a sound body” has been taken for the ideal of edu¬ cational attainment, and a sound body cannot be gained except by regular and systematic exercise of some kind. The average pupil will not get this exercise unless he belongs to some gymnastic club or to some athletic team. In addition to the mere physical benefits to be derived from gymnastics, football, baseball, etc., the High School Spirit is greatly increased. When a High School football team meets an opponent on the gridiron, or a base¬ ball teazu meets with another on the diamond, a school, with the pi-oper spirit, will turn out in a body and give support to its team. The honor of a school is at stake in the field of ath¬ letics. Any triumphs in that line add to the reputation of the school both at home and in the different higher institutions where it is representetd. In the olden times the development of the mind was forgotten in the de- veltopment of the muscles; but now it is different. The brain is trained as much, if not more, than the muscles. Football when looked at in this light is a game in which not only strength is developed, but the mind of the play¬ er is taught tO' be cool, to think quick¬ ly, and to be accurate. Let us, there¬ fore, encourage these athletics, rather than discourage them; give them the support they need and we shall never regret it. Basebal I. The baseball season will soon be here and already some of the boys are out getting in trim. Last year the team which the A. H. S. turned out was very poorly supported by the Stu¬ dent Body. Very few, scarcely more than the required number, tried for the team, although many more could have done so. When they played a game the spectators consisted of a few grammar school pupils. Could you blame them if they lost interest? But enough of fault-finding. Boys, come out and let us have a “cracking” good team this year. And you, stu¬ dents, give the boys the support they need, and you may well be proud of them. A great amount of praise is due to the girls; they have organized several efficient basket ball teams, and several games have been played. Under the excellent instruction of Miss Moore they were playing very fast ball, but lately the girls’ enthusiasm has evi¬ dently been giving out, for they have not been practicing as they should. This lack of spirit seems to be spread¬ ing, for the coach has showed great laxity of late and seems unable to give as much attention to the teams as heretofore. Several very good players have been turned out so far and have been doing some excellent work. However, what the girls need Is practice, and plenty of it. They are planning several games, one of which will, if possible, be ar¬ ranged with Monmouth, The Gymnasium. The gymnasium is a source of en¬ joyment for the boys. At the present there is no instructor, and, conse- I quentiy, no systematic work. It is the intention of the Commercial Club, however, to arrange for an instructor, and as soon as this is done the boys will be put under restriction. A gymnasium is a great factor in the student life, for it is a well known fact that the schools which have a thomugh system of physical training develop the best students; and al¬ though this school has never had a regular “gym” of its own, any of its students may easily be enrolled in the club that has charge of the Commer¬ cial Club gymnasium. The T rack Team. It does one good to go down to the indoor track and watch the boys at work preparing for the track team. We have several good men for the long and middle distances, but ma¬ terial for the sprints has not showed up as was expected. As we also have several promising candidates in the weights, there is no reason why the track team should not be a success. It is rumored that the Seniors and Sophomores are going to challenge the .luniors and Freshmen for an inter¬ class field meet. We hope they will do so, as it will be a good thing to bring out material for the regular team. Personal Flings Y-v-n G— 11-e — (After Emma had smiled on him in Geometry) — “Take me back to Olney.” G-r-c-e M-ld-y (12:20)— “Rives, where are my dyspepsia tablets?” 9|c 4: 4! L-s P-rk-r — “Isn’t that boy they call ‘Searchlight’ a dear little fellow?” R-v-s Em-rs-n — “We missed the last car for Uppertown.” W_nf-(j H-g-ns — “I wish I could have gone to Pendleton with Louise. Dutch U-z-n-g-r — “Who said I was in love with a Freshie?” Who said that Rogers’ watch fob came from St. Helen’s Hall? Why the girls think Stanley so young? Where Amy Rannells got that U. of O. pin? What makes Miss H. take five per cent off for mistakes in general? Where all the Freshies were during the '.ate Student Body meetings? Why Mary Settem walks to school via Franklin avenue? What attraction draws a young man by the name of Minkler toward the school? Why a certain Senior writes letters in school? Things We’d Like to Know: Clothes Bought at Herman Wise’s Pressed Free of Charge Whenever You Say QUALJTY The First Consideration We are SOLE DISTRIBUTORS of these FINE CLOTHES, which we sell at ONE PRICE and guarantee to Hold Shape. HERMAN WISE The Reliable Clothier and Hatter. Who Can It Be? There was a lad a year ago Known by the name of “Fat;” But to “Searchlight” now he answers, As he gracefully doffs his hat. Me H: Frank Parker — Miss B., I am in¬ debted to you for all that I know. Miss B. — Oh, don’t mention such a trifle! 4: Nt Mr. Clark (in Phys. Geog.) — Donald, how are water spouts formed? Donaltl — I guess by whales, aren’t they? Miss B. — -Why dbn’t you call your paper the Feather instead of the Quill? Harvey — -People might think we are too fly. Miss B.— Well, they won’t expect any weighty subjects. « Notice! The two socialist leaders, Emerson and Sovey, will hold a meeting in room 10 on April 1. « ♦ Lost, strayed or stolen — A boy an¬ swering to the name Yvon. Plas light hair and speaks French fluently; has probably been spirited away by two suspicious looking Sophmores. Wanted — A razor. Apply to Percy Tagg. ♦ ♦ ♦ The Coming of “Little Lois.” The star.s began to creak, the build¬ ing trembled; The noise struck terror to all those assembled. But a cautions glance sufficed to tell 'Twas Lois arriving at the ringing of the tell. “Pictures No Artist Can Paint.” Professor Clark with his glasses on. Miss Hulse when arriving at school on the morning of March 1. .411ce Schroeder reciting Vergil. The Freshmen pronouncing Latin words. Harvey when posing in Geometry. jS Oh, those stolen tete a tetes in the hall! Can’t you wait till after school, Matie? Little Jimmy. Little James is a very small boy, Nothing more than a mere child’s toy; But if the powers of “Force” e’er light’n him, He will som.e day be our “Sunny Jim.” Alumni Notes Charles E. Jones, ’01, will attend the University of W isconsin at the begin¬ ning of the next school year. Carl T. Ross, ’02, is now a Junior at Stanford, and is preparing to take a medical course. A. A. Cleveland, ’94, is now a sopho¬ more in Clark University. William Jones, ’98, was lately elect¬ ed vice-president of the ’05 class of the University of Wisconsin. Carl Holmes, ’02, played sub quarter on the University of Oregon football team this season. We noticed his pic¬ ture in the Oregon Monthly. Miss Ethel Blinn. ’97, is now spend¬ ing the winter in the eastern states. Sigfred Young, ’9G, and his brother, Arthur, ’02, are now in Butte attend¬ ing the Montana State School of Mines. Ralph Worsley, ’99, is in California studying for grand opera. We wish him success in the undertaking. William Wood, ’03, is now attending the University of Oregon. Ellen Nowlen, Selma Norberg and Sarah Gray, ’04, and Laura Fastabend, ’03, spent the early part of winter very profitably by teaching school in dif¬ ferent sections of Clatsop county. School Notes At one of the many meetings that have been called of late to discuss matters in relation to the establish¬ ing of a paper, the genial business manager of The Zephyrus, Harvey Allen, moved that the organization be made permanent, with the same offi¬ cers who were to serve until the end of this semester. The organization was to be called the Student Body of the Astoria High School, and all stu¬ dents of the school were to be consid¬ ered members. We are glad this has been done, as it will greatly aid in disposing of all questions that are of interest to the students in general. ♦ Miss Louise Gray, who up to a short time ago was secreta'ry of the Senior class, has left for Pendleton, where she will attend High school. Amongst the Seniors here she is familiarly spoken of as “The Quitter.” W e sin¬ cerely hope that “The Quitter” will! gain her object in leaving us — better health. W''e know she will not be friendless in Pendleton, as Mr. Eyre, formerly Latin instructor here, is principal of that school. S: The familiar face of Miss Laura Fastabend, ’03, is seen at school once more. Miss Fastabend is taking a post graduate course in German. 4: 4c :4c We have just received a large con¬ signment of apparatus for the physics department which gives us enough to equip room 9 as a first class laboratory This would be a fine addition to the science department of the school, and, with the apparatue we have, could be installed at a nominal cost, besides giving us one of the finest High School laboratories in the state. We hope the board will see its way clear to do this. exchange. The exchange column can not be presented in this issue as it should, but by next month we expect to have quite a number on our list. Some of the schools we w'ould like to make ex¬ changes with are; Portland High School, Portland, Ore. Portland Academy, Portland, Ore. St. Helen’s Hall, Portland, Ore. St. Mary’s Academy, Portland, Ore. Lowell High School, San Francisco, Cal. Lewiston High School, Lewiston, Idaho. Annie Wright Seminary, Tacoma, Wash. Eugene High School, Eugene, Ore. Seattle High School, Seattle, Wash. And others too numerous to mention. - o - THE LOVER’S DECEPTION. WTth eyes that glowed as hot as hades. And said, with angry look and grim, “I'm told, sir, you have kissed two ladies! ” “Why, darling, how absurd your rage!” He, laughing, cried ; “ ’twas but in fun. Together add both maidens’ age, ’Twould but amount to twenty-one!” Her anger soon was laughed away, She only thought of ten and eleven; Her eyes again shone bright as day. Reflecting there the lovers’ heaven. Oh, rogue! though what you said was true. She did not know the truths be tween : That one of them was only two. The other temptress — sweet nine¬ teen! ; ? X. They were engaged; she came to him. ■o- See the Fine Line of GIBSON TEAPOTS now Being Displayed in the Show Windows at V. yCVLLEIN’S LATEST SHAPES. PRICES RIGHT. ALL SIZES YOURS FOR SHOES Peterson Brown Sole Agents for the Famous WALKOVER SHOES — $3.50 and $4.00. Is uncommon, so they say It is be- 1 coming more common every day here. | People are exercising their good judg¬ ment by trading with us. If you hap¬ pen to need and Drugs or Druggist’s Sundries, come in and see what wej hav eto sell. Your eye-? will tell a bigger and better story than our space permits just now. Established 1876. Chas. hi eilborn Son Complete House Furnishers - Go to - The Fair” FRANK HART, Druggist. [For Your BEAUTIFUL MILLINERY Fourteenth and Commercial Streets. Star Theater Building. Excellent Service. Good Cooking. The California Restaurant FINEST MEALS SERVED IN THE CITY. Commercial Street Opposite Hoefler's. FOR SCHOOL BOOKS THE UP-TO-DATE STUDIO The popular novels, period!- All Kinds of Photographic Work cals. Stationery and fancy novelties, visit_ M. A. Swope. 178 Tenth Street. THE LITTLE BOOK STORE. The Best Place to Buy All Kinds of Goods 467 Commercial Street. Astoria, Oregon. School Boohs. Latest Music. Nothing Looks Neater Than Stylish STATIONERY. I have it. J. N. G R I I— I N J. Y. KWONG COMPANY LADIES’ FANCY UNDERGARMENTS, KIMONAS, DRESSING SACKS, ETC. Linen Work a Specialty. 420 Commercial Street. Astoria, Oregon. THE ASTORIA NATIONAL BA NK GEO. H. GEORGE, President. GEO. W. WARREN, Vice President J. E. HIGGINS, Cashier. C. R. HIGGINS, Assistant Cashier. Directors, G. H. George, G. W. Warren, W. H. Barker, A. Scherneckau, L.Mansur CENTRAL MEAT MARKET Wholesale and Retail Dealer in CHOICE S T F li E S H A N D SALT MEAT Phone, Main 321. 542 Commercial Street. GO TO TAGG’S For Everything You Want in the CANDY LINE Agent for the Famous Lowney Chocolates. When You Want to Wear a Pair of GOOD SHOES - Go to - WHERITY, RALSTON A CO. FOR PURE DRUGS - Go to the - OWL OR EAGLE DRUG STORE T. F. LAURIN, Proprietor. ASTORIA, OREGON. R. IT. CARRUTHERS ELECTRICAL CONTRACTOR Sole Agent for Columbia and Kylo Lamps. Full line of Electrical Supplies. Souvenirs and Views. Kodaks and Photo Supplies. WOODFIELD’S ART STORE Art Goods Pictures Picture Framing I have a Full and Complete Line of Elastic Stockings, Athletic Supporters, Etc. Bring Your Prescriptions to Me CHARLES ROGERS, DRUGGIST 459 Commercial Street. Odd Fellows’ Building. THE H O E F L E R CO M P A N Y Hot Drinks and Light Luncheons. Confectionary. I c e C r e a m. SATISFACTION Besides full value for your money is what you get when you trade with F. A. STGKBS Our Clothing Department Contains the Best. Our Furnishing Department Contains the Best. Our Hat Department Contains the Best. 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'l -j;- v - f ? • . - . v r. • f- iq t5jSti'!S Jv - ■■■ '•■ -fesv '-’V'T'tfc SS v sSsSs is “When You Want Anything Good go to DUNBAR’S.” - - - THE = ZEPHYRUS A Journal Devoted to Literature, School Notes, Athletics, Etc. VOLUME 2 ASTORIA, OREGON, DEC., 1905. NUMBER 2 A Christmas Surprise. JEANETTE Little “Sonny” sat on a stool near the old rocker Grandma Hust (as the children called her) occupied. “Grandma, can't I go home for Christ¬ mas this year?” “I’m afraid not, for you know mam¬ ma said you were to live with me until she sent for you.” Grandma sighed and tried to sooth the little fellow but all in vain, for she was thinking: ot his parents; wondering how they were getting along and how and where they should spend Christmas. She had not heard from them for six weeks. “Do you think Santa Claus will come and fill my stocking this year?” Tears came to his eyes; for he had lived with Grandma for three years, and each year he had hung his small, home-made stocking in the chimney, of the old farm house that his Grand¬ pa Hurst had built for Grandma when they were young; hut to his sorrow, all the toys he had desired td have and call his own had not yet arrived. He was tired of sweets for that was all he had ever received, with the ex¬ ception of the stockings and mittens Grandma had made. “Perhaps he will.” PETERSON. “But, Grandma, Santa Claus always came on Christmas, when I lived with mamma and papa. Is this too far away? Doesn’t he ever come out here?” Grandma took from the big pocket of her black satin apron, a large hand¬ kerchief bordered with black, and wiped from her eyes two large tears, that forced themselves out from under cover. “Never mind, darling, Sally is in the hall, you must get ready for bed now.” The little fellow without any hes¬ itation, prepared for bed, laying his wearing apparal in its natural order on the big wooden rocker, that stood idle by the fire place where Grandpa had last sat in it a week before he passed away, nearly two years ago. Just before Sail took the little fel¬ low off to his cozy little room, adjoin¬ ing Grandma’s, he knelt at her side and said his prayers: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. God bless mamma and papa and Grandma make me a good 2 THE ZEPHYRUS boy,” and then he add ed: “Please God tell Santa Claus to come to Grand¬ ma’s.” Grandma sat for hours saying to her¬ self, “Poor little soul, poor little soul, Santy will come, Santy will come.” She went to bed after making the resolution that she would do some¬ thing to make him happy. She would go to town sometime during the next week and get his long desired toys, next week. The days were so long during the next week, especially the day Grand¬ ma went to the city. When she returned she looked so happy, and what a lot of parsels, but “Sonny,” not knowing there was no Santa Claus, supposed that they con¬ tained a store of provisions, otherwise he might have suspected that some of them were for him. Xmas eve he hung up his stocking as he had done for the past three years, but he seemed to have more hope, and a smile lingered on his lips. Why? Nobody knows. On his way to bed, Tabby, the old farm cat, brushed up against him. He coaxed Grandma to let him take her to his room. He went to sleep, hum¬ ming a little tune that his mother had taught him. The next morning he was up bright and early and went pattering to the fireplace, and to his surprise - The little fellow was overjoyed and ran to tell Grandma. “Grandma! Grandma! Wake up; come, quick, for Ganty did come, and my prayers have been answered.” The old lady went to the fireplace with him as quickly as she could hob¬ ble along. “Oh, Grandma! Are all of those for me?” She nodded. “For me? You must have writen a letter to Santy Claus.” Granny controlled herself as long as possible, and then she folded the little fellow in her arms and cried for joy to think that she had made him so happy. Why had she not done this before? But it had been so long since there had been any small children in the house that she had become quite selfish, and thought that they could be happy without toys. That very same day, while he was playing with his toys at the big win¬ dow, at the front of the house, that looked out upon the meadows, and where he could see the road from town, he saw, approaching in the dis¬ tance, a large, black object. He paid very little attention to it, till he heard the rattle of the heavy wagon. It — yes, it — stopped at the foot of the path that led to the front of the house. Not stopping an instant, he ran in search of Grandma, but had not far to go, for she was in the hall, and by the time they had opened the door, the two occupants were on their way up the path. “Grandma, w'ho is it? Is it mamma? It is. It is. I know itt.is, and away he flew. He almost smothered his dear parents in kisses, and then came Grandma’s turn. After they had a warm lunch, and had all become well acquainted again, they went to the sitting-room. “Now, mamma, you must tell me where you have been all the time, while I have been staying with Grand¬ ma.” Well, to begin with, you were sent here to stay with Grandma, for papa had lost all of his possessions and we had to make a living some way. I could not help him. with you to be looked after. Papa worked at odd jobs here and there, while I went out. and did wash¬ ing for the neighbors. We scarcely could pay for our rent and get enough to eat. Besides, some of t he time your father was idle for days and weeks. THE ZEPHYRUS 3 All the time we knew that our home and property had been taken from us unjustly, making it much Harder for us. But after two years of toil, things began to pick up, and your father got a good position. Scarcely before the third year had passed away we had all of our rights back. And now we have come after our dear little boy to take him home.” “Mamma, can’t Grandma go, too, for I want her to be with me?” “She certainly shall go, too; for she has been faithful for three long years.” “And I am going to take Sally and the old farm cat, too.” That night there was a Christmas tree, and “Sony” received many more pretty toys. A Christmas Story. With a sigh of relief, Virginia Hil¬ liard opened the door of her room and threw an armful of packages on the bed. It had been a tiresome day, and although it was Christmas Eve, she was too tired to take any interest in the preparations for the next day. All afternoon she had been down town buying Christmas presents for the tree that the colored mission was to have that night. Virginia was an ar¬ dent worker for the Mission, although her aunt had declared that “it was perfect nonsense for a rich girl like Vriginia to waste her time on a lot of ‘niggers,’ when she might be hav¬ ing a good time. But Virginia did not care what her aunt’s opinion might be, for her mother was also much interested in the Mission. She had always felt it her duty to give a present each year to this aunt, Mrs. Whitmore, although there was no love lost between them, and it had always been a hard problem to find a present that would suit the fastidious tastes of that wealthy lady. This year had been no exception to the rule, and Virginia had been unable to find a suitable present for her aunt until this afternoon. After buying the lit¬ tle gifts for the Mission tree, she had ransacked the shops until she had found what she wanted for her aunt. It was a beautiful necklace of pearls, of a delicate pink shade. It was an exquisite present, and Virginia smiled with satisfaction as she peeped at it when she tied up her gifts with tis¬ sue paper and ribbon,and a tiny spray of holly or mistletoe on the top. Virginia always believed that no matter whether the gift was worth ten cenis' or ten dollars, it should be done up daintily, so every one of her presents, for the little colored child¬ ren, even, were treated in the same way. Just then the supper bell bell rang, so Virginia hurriedly slipped her card into each present, and gathering up the dainty packages, ran down the stairs and stuffed them into a bas¬ ket, together with candy and nuts, which were all to go to the Mission tree, leaving out her aunt’s package, however, which she sent over that evening. After supper Virginia and her moth¬ er went down to the Christmas tree to take their presents for the children. They waited until the gifts were dis¬ tributed, to watch the children. The wild screams of delight, the long- drawn “Oh’s,” and the merry chatter were worth hearing. Eliza, one of the little girls, opened 4 THE ZEPHYRUS her present slowly, as if enjoying the suspense, and then a startled, but happy “Oh,” brought a flock of chil¬ dren over to inspect the present. El¬ iza was a little waiting maid of Mrs. Whitmore’s, and Virginia had obtain¬ ed permission from Mrs. Whitmore for Eliza to come to the Mission, only after frequent urgings, as Mrs. Whit¬ more asserted that Eliza would come back full of fancy notions that had no business to be in a darkey’s brain; but Virginia had finally won. Now Virginia watched Eliza with interest, as the group of curly heads bent over her wonderful gift. Present¬ ly the whole class was grouped about Eliza, who was plainly sensible of her popularity; for she had adopted a lit¬ tle patronizing air, and was warning the “chilluns” not to touch it with their grimy fingers. “What did I give that child, any¬ how, that could cause such excite¬ ment?” thought Virginia. “Let me see. Wasn’t it a box of those awful shades of ribbon that I got at the bar¬ gain counter? Yes I’m sure it was,” she continued. “Anyhow, it seems to have made a great hit, and I’ll have to tell the teachers about it for next Christmas.” After wishing them all a “Merry Christmas,” Virginia and her mother got into their carriage and drove home. Christmas morning, Mrs. Whitmore sat at her desk opening the dainty packages with which it was covered. “I’ll open Virginia Hilliard’s present first,” she said to herself, “for al¬ though I do not approve of a great many things that that girl does, still I must admit that she always sends me lovely presents.” She untied the ribbon, took off the tissue paper, and saw a plain white box which gave no hint as to what it contained. She lift¬ ed the lid gingerly, gave one look and sank back with an exclamation of horror. The box contained an assort¬ ment of colored ribbons, the brightest, most intense, and strangest shades the elegant Mrs. Whit more had ever laid eyes on. The colors ranged from bright orange to a deep purple with glaring yellow polka dots, and a few striped ribbons which made one’s eyes ache. “What can it mean?” gasped Mrs. Whitmore weakly, as she involuntar¬ ily shaded her eyes with ther hand. Then she caught sight of a card amongst the ribbons, and hastily picked it up. “Wishing you a merry Christmas. FromVirginia Hilliard, who hopes she may often see you wearing these.” “The audacity of that girl! ’’cried Mrs. Whitmore. “I remember now that she once asked me why I never wore any color but steel grey, and I suppose she has sent me these to brighten up my costumes. She’ll soon find, however, her little scheme has failed! The idea! I can hardly be¬ lieve my eyes, (which, by the way, are very much dazzled by those awful things)”, and Mrs. Whitmore glanced with a great shudder at the motley pile. “I’ll just write her a little note and tell her what I think of a trick like this.” and Mrs. Whitmore caught up a pen and wrote furiously for a few minutes. Then she rang for Eliza to take the note over to Mrs. Hilliard’s. Eliza came in, looking very con¬ scious, with a white satin box clasped tightly in her grimy hands. “See, Mrs. Whitmore, what Miss Virginny done guv me at the Chiss- muss tree las’ night.” Eliza care¬ fully pressed the spring, and the lid flew open, displaying to the aston¬ ished lady a dainty necklace of pearls. “Eliza!” gasped Mrs. Whitmore, “did my niece give you that?” “She sho’ly did, ma’am.” THE ZEPHYRUS 5 “Then all I c n say is that Vriginia Hilliard ought to be locked up where she can’t throw her money away on such worthless nig - !”but the sad face and trembling lips of little Eliza recalled Mrs. Whitmore, and patting Eliza kindly on her drooping head, she gave her the note to carry to Virginia. When Eliza had left the room, Mrs. Whitmore turned back to her gifts, but the glaring pile of ribbons re¬ minded her of her insult. “There, I told you so,” she said, nodding her head vigorously at a wreath on the window.” The idea of giving a lot of niggers pink pearl necklaces at a charity tree! Eliza will be getting so grand she will have to dress suitably for pink pearl neck¬ laces! We shall be simply be over¬ run by these people if we begin by treating the children like that! I let Eliza go the Mission to learn some¬ thing, not to be given baubles that turn the child’s head. This ends it! Eliza has been to the Mission for the last time! When she - ” She stopped abruptly. Thee door was thrown open, and Virginia, her hat in one hand and her hair flying, burst into the room. Eliza was close be¬ hind, a broad grin upon her usually solemn features. “Oh, Aunt Susan,” she gasped, JUST A LITTLE LA TIN. Boyibus kissibus Sweet girlium. Girlibus likibus, Wantie somorum. Popibus hearibus Kissi somorum — Kickibus boyibus Out of the dorum. Darkibus nightibus, No lightiorum; Climibus gateibus — Breechibus torum. dropping into the nearest chair, and laughing till the tears came. “I’ve done the funiest thing!” “Did you get my note?” coldly asked Mrs. Whitmore. “Oh, dear, yes, and that was the first thing I knew about it, until Eliza began to thank me for the pearl neck lace, poor child, she didn’t seem very happy over it, either, until I told her that the ribbons were really hers and the necklace yours.” “What is the child talking about?” gasped Mrs. Whitmore. “Why, don’t you see, Aunt Susan, I was in such a hury that I got your present and Eliza’s mixed up. The necklace is yours ! ” “Oh!” said Mrs. Whitmore, the light beginning to dawn on her, and then the funny side of the situation pre¬ sented itself, and she joined Virginia and Eliza in a hearty laugh. When Virginia could control herself, she gathered up the ribbons and thrust them into Eliza’s hands. “Here, take them,” she cried, “I can’t stand them any longer.” “Oh, Mis’ Virginia,” cried the now radiant Eliza, “I think these are jes’ be-au-ti-ful.” “And I think this necklace is “jes’ be-au-ti-ful,” cried Mrs. Whitmore. “I'll cast my bread upon the wat¬ ers,” said the young wife. “Have you no feeling for the poor fish?” chuckled the brutal husband. Inquirer (to farmer’s son) — “Where can 1 find your father, son?” “He is in the pig pen. You will know him, because he has a hat on.” —Ex. A Query. ..He asked a miss what was a kiss, gramatically defined. “It’s a conjunction, sir” she said, “and hence can’t be declined.” 6 THE ZEPHYRUS Such a Mistake. By Wilma Young, ’09. Dony reached up every minute or two to feel it and squeeze the toe gent¬ ly. He was waiting for it to get light enough to take it down — and then— a subdued whistle from the little huddle of pink and white outing nightgown and boy. Slowly the room grew a little less dark — a little light; then light enough. Donny, on his bare tiptoes, took down the stocking. “O-o-oo!” It was pret¬ ty full but not so bulg y quite, as he had expected. It looked a little queer. There was a whole row of stockings — papa’s and mamma’s and Ben’s and even grandma’s white knited one. Pap had borrowed one of Don’s, because his own was too short to get his share into it, he said. Donny qut his hand in and pulled out — why, kind of funny things. They were veiy nice, but kind of different. He tried to whistle again, and not be disappointed. What had made him expect he was going to have certain, sure, an airgun, and a four- bladed jackknife, and colored crayons, and the tiny silver cornet? He miss¬ ed the cornet the most. He’d already asked Spence Copeland to teach him how to play on it. He went on pulling the queer things out of the stocking — the paper-weight, the silk handkerchief, the gold cuft- buttons, the dainty little gold and white book, with “Longfellow” on the cover, and last of all the gloves. They were kid, lined with soft fleece, and had fur around the wrists, lots of it. Donny tried them on. “Oh! Oh!” He knew all about it, then. The gloves told him. He hurried over to “Papa’s” stocking, and inspected it closely. It was all knobby and beautiful, and peeping out of the top was someting silver and shiney, like a litle cornet. The knob in the toe felt like a jack knife and the long stiff thing in the leg might — just might, you know — be part of an air-gun! But that was Papa’s stocking, if Donny did wear it “week days.” Don¬ ny didn’t consider Xmas, a week day. It was the stocking “Pap” hung up himself, and so it belonged to “Pap.” Santa Claus had made a terrible mis¬ take, but there was no help for it now. Donny went back to his stocking and packed the queer presents neatly back into it. He felt cold, but just then “Pap” came in. “Wish you a Merry Xmas, Donny!” he cried gaily. “W-wish you a Merry Xmas,” Don¬ ny piped bravely. “Now we’ll see what Santa has been stuffing into my — why!” Then “Pap” whistled and looked across at Donny. “Here’s a cornet and a gun and a top, and a jack-knife! What did you get Donny?” For fully two minutes papa played with his presents, then he made a wry face and said: “Say. how will you swap, Don?” Denny’s foce gleamed and even the little pink and white nightgown trem¬ bled with joy. “Oh, truly?” he stammehed eagerly. “I — I’ll swap even.” It’s a trade!” cried “Pap,” and so, after all, Santa Claus’ mistake came out right. Denny played a triumphant tune on his cornet, while he and “Pap” danced to it together. THE ZEPHYRUS 7 A Little Heroine. It was indeed lucky that Aunt Mary returned from her visit when she did; for her neice was very sick and the house going to ruin under the care of the girl she had left in charge. Aunt Mary always looked on the bright side of things, but she was wor¬ ried now for there was but a dollar in the house, and when she told little Gladys to go to the grocer’s and ask for credit, there was a strange quaver in her voice that made the little girl wonder. But the grocer was very kind and filled thee basket, putting in many things that Aunt Mary had not ordered. “I think I had better send it to your home as it is too heavy for you,” he said kindly, “and tell your Aunt that she can have all the grocer¬ ies she wishes.” After thanking him for his kind¬ ness, Gladys started home, but she had gone only a little distance when she suddenly stopped. There on the sidewalk lay a quarter. Slowly stoop¬ ing, she picked it up and wondered if it was right for her to keep it. “I can never find the person who lost it,” she thought at last, “so I guess it is mine.” Just then she was passing a toy shop. The window was full of toys and in the center was a little doll. Oh what a beautiful doll! I wonder if it costs more than a quar¬ ter,” were thoughts that were pass¬ ing through her mind. In that brief instant she had forgoten her mother and how she had wished to help her. She gazed at the quarter and then at the doll and at last walked into the store. When the clerk asked her what she wanted she was rather frightened, but at last asked how much the doll was. “Thirty cents,” was the answer. “Oh! And I have only twenty- five,” and tears came into her eyes. “Well, don’t cry little girl. I’ll let you have it for twenty five.” Soon little Gladys was trudging homeward with her treasure. As she neared the little cottage which was her home, she suddenly remembered her sick mother. “And I could have bought some¬ thing for Mamma with my quarter,” she thought. “I wonder if the man would take it back?” She looked down at the doll and said: “Yes, dol¬ ly, I would like to keep you, but Mam¬ ma is sick and we are very poor.” The doll only smilied as before; and chok¬ ing down a sob Gladys started once more for the store. There was a gentleman talking to the man behind the counter, but they stopped talking as Gladys entered and again sne was asked what she wanted. Her voice was very low as she re¬ plied. “Please Mister will you take this doll back? I forgot about Mam¬ ma being sick and poor when I found the quarter, so I bought it.” ‘“Take it back?” asked the man. “Well, if it is not dirty I think I might, and he took the doll and gave Gladys her puarter. She started to go, but was called back by the gentleman who had been watching her all the time. “Wait a minute little girl, and I’ll buy the doll for you,” he said kindly. “There are very few little girls who would make the sacrifice. What is your name?” “Gladys Woods,” was the reply. The man was very white as he drew her to his knee and said: “Tell me about your father.” Gladys was puzzled by his strange looks, but began the story that her mother had so often told her. “When I was about a year old my 8 THE ZEPHYRUS Grandfather, who was dying, sent for my father to come over to England to him. Mamma was very delicate, so he went alone. Soon afterwards Grandpa died, and Papa started for home; but the ship on which he sailed was wreck¬ ed, and poor Papa was drowned. We used to live in New York; but after that Mamma moved out here, and she and Aunt Mary took in sewing, but Mamma has been sick for a long time now.” , Taking Gladys in his arms, the man said: “Do you know little one, I am your father and have been searching for you and your mother for over four years.” When Aunt Mary heard the story she was so surprised that she could hardly speak but he was the same George who had left them five years before and when he said, “God bless you Mary, for staying with Nell all the time,” she hurried away saying: “I had better tell Nell at once, but it is a hard task for it will harm her to be excited.” When A unt Mary entered the room where Nell was, she was at once ask¬ ed whom she had been talking to. “Now don’t get excited, Nell, it was only one of the neighbors, who called to ask how you were,” she replied. “Oh the voice sounded to me so much like George’s,” and the flush which had died her cheek gave place to its usual pallor. “I wonder if I shall ever see him again.” Then gazing longingly out of the window, she said: “Do you know Mary it doesn’t seem to me that he can be dead.” “And when we landed I searched could wait no longer. Then he told them how he had been saved, and how his name had been left out of the list of the saved by mistake, “And when we landed I searcheed for you, my Nell, for you and for our baby. No one knew where you were, and while you lived here in poverty, I lived in luxury, for father left us his entire fortune; but we are united at last, through our little Gladys, our “Little Heroine.” BIRDIE WISE. When the Fruit Cake In Handy, By Gayle Roberts. “Good-bye.” Write soon.” “Be back at Easter.” “Don’t forget to give my love to Grace.” These were a few of the remarks that Dorothy heard as she got on the train bound for home from college. She settled herself and her many be¬ longings comfortably in the two large seats, and waited for the three min¬ utes of grace to pass when she should be whirled away from her friends. Two minutes of grace had expired, when every one was startled by the cry, “O, do wait, Dot, you must have this,” which cry seemed to come from the other side of the station. Every one turned and beheld Betty — dear, kind-hearted, though behind- time Betty — running at the top of her speed, hair flying, no hat, and bearing in her up-stretched hands, what ap¬ peared to ge a large band-box. Dorothy hastily opened the window, and Betty thrust into her hand this same band-box, the bottom of which seemed rather warm. “It is the fruit cake mother made for you,” explained Betty breathlessly. It is rather warm yet for it just came from the oven.” Dorothy carefully deposited the cake on the seat beside her, and just 9 THE 2EPHYRUS at that moment the train started and she was whirled away from her friends. It was the evening of the twenty- second, and Dorothy had hoped to be at home on the evening of the twenty- fourth— Christmas Eve. The next morning, she found to her dismay, that she was the only girl on the train. However as all the men were respect¬ able looking, she put her dismay in her pocket and a large piece of fudge in her mouth, and settled herself com¬ fortably to read. All of that day passed without any unusual occurrence, but shortly after midnight, Dorothy was awakened by the cry — “Snow, drift on the track.” She hastily scrambled from her berth and ran to the rear platform and looked out. Nothing could be seen save the pure white snow, piled in great heaps along the track, and men with lanterns peering under the cars. As there was nothing more to be seen, Dorothy was about to return to her car, when a brakeman appeared, carry¬ ing a lantern, and of him she inquired the cause of the disturbance. She was informed that “the engine had run in¬ to a blamed old snow-drift and could not be fetched out,” — whereat she re¬ returned to her car none the wiser. There was no sleep for anyone the rest of the night, and as nothing could be done to get the engine out of the predicament until daylight, everyone returned to his car. As soon as the sun rose the men went to the next station to telegraph for help, but discovered to their dis¬ may that the lines were down. There was nothing to be done but to wait until help came, and as there was no dining car on the train, this was no easy thing to do. However, the con- Said inquisitive Jonathan Force, To the singer, Professor Keith: “To have a fine falsetto voice, Must you have a false set of teeth?” ductor found a b'b .pf, coffee, and a barrel of nuts in the baggage car, and they breakfasted on these. As no relief train came that day, their luncheon and diner was neces- arily the same, and everyone went to bed wondering if he must always live on a local, and feast on coffee and nuts. When the Christmas sun arose he looked down upon a rather sorry sight. Among those several dozen men, only one girl with a very blue nose and chattering teeth appeared. She was wrapped in numerous over¬ coats and blankets. Some of the men, of course, grumbled at having to spend Christmas on a snowbound loc¬ al, while others sighed to think of the turkey they themselves had helped to fatten. After a breakfast of coffee and nuts, and a contemplated Christmas dinner of the same, Dorothy suddenly bethought herseelf of the fruit cake. “Why not cut that and give it to the men for Christmas dinner?” thought she. So she caled one of the men and asked him to open the larg box on the seat beside her. He did as she desir¬ ed, and brought to view a most beau¬ tiful fruit cake, large enough to sup¬ ply the needs of all. Soon after the last crumb had van¬ ished between the gleaming teeth of the negro porter, help came and they were towed in triumph to their des¬ tination. That night as Dorothy was dressing to go to a Christmas party, a bunch of Christmas violets, almost as large as the Christmas cake, were sent up. After that for several days, flowers and boxes of candy found their way to her home; and it was many days ere Dorothy was allowed to forget “when the fruit-cake came in handy.” “Little grains of powder, Little daubs of paint Make a girl’s complexion Look like what it ain’t.” THE ZEPHYRUS Published, Monthly by the Students of the Astoria High School. Terms, 10 Cents a Copy. For Sale at High School and Hoefler’s Candy Store. THE ZEPHYRUS STAFF. Editor-in-Chief . Associate Editor . Business Manager . Mary Adair, ’07 Mary Settem, ’06 Harvey Allen, ’07 Miary Clark, ’07 Assistant Editors — Literature. Frank Parker, ’06 Department Editors. School notes . Esther Gerhart, ’07 Alumni . Otto Utzinger, ’06 Athletics . Yvon Guilliume,, ’07 Exchange . Kate Wood, ’06 Freshmen Soph more Junior . . Senior . . Personal Flings. ( Willie Utzinger, ’03 . Gayle Roberts, ’09 . Myrtle Shabour, ’08 . Mary Gregory, ’07 . Grace Magladry , ’06 Address all communications to the Editor or Business Manager, The Zephyrus, Astoria, High School, Astoria, Oregon. Christmas Holidays. A few more days of school and then — the holidays! After three long months of hard study, these holidays are very welcome to us as a time in which to rest from study and especial¬ ly to have a good time. A few of us, during the past months, have taken every opportunity possible to neglect our studies (often to our sorrow when we receive our reports), but the ma¬ jority have worked hard and faithful¬ ly. To the latter the holidays are a well-deserved reward for their perse¬ verance, and they will therefore en¬ joy them all the more; while to the former — those who have been sliding along by one way or another, and to whom every day is almost a holiday, (from ‘the amount of studying they do) — the holidays will not be such a contrast to their school days. Everyone remembers that New Year’s Day is the time at which to make good resolutions, but how many of us remember that the three hun¬ dred and sixty-five days following it is the time to carry out these resolu¬ tions? Do not forget to resolve to give the Zephyrus your heartiest support in every way during the coming yeear. To its many friends and patrons the Zephyrus wishes a Merry Christ¬ mas and a Happy New Year! THE ZEPHYRUS 11 THAT LEAGUE AGAIN. The A. H. S. is about to enter a de¬ bating league with a number of the high schools of the Williamette Val¬ ley. This debating league will undoubt¬ edly a be a great boon to the students, as it develops poise, expression of thought, improves our language, in¬ creases self control, arouses enthus¬ iasm in school work, stimulates am¬ bition for representative activity, and broadens our views on matters of great importance. As our share of expense in holding these debates is considerable, we hope that the school board, when ap¬ pealed to for financial aid, will give ready and hearty response to the call, and thereby lend assistance to our efforts for improvement along intel¬ lectual lines. A PRIZE STORY CONTEST. To promote activty in literary work the management of The Zephyr- us has decided to hold a cash prize story- contest. In this way we expect to have many more and better liter¬ ary productions in our paper. All stories entered will be judged according to the plot, delineation of character, English and punctuation. The prize story will appear in the February Zephyrus, if our plan works out well. The best of the other stories will receive honorary mention and will also appear in the Zephyr¬ us in succeeding issues. The conditions under which this contest will be held will be posted on the school bulletin-board in a few days. Athletics. Notwithstanding the dubious out¬ look at the beginning of the season, we have succeeded in organizing a foot-ball team from among the small number fo players at hand. In re¬ sponse to the call of Captain Parker, a number of novices have turned out, and with a few weeks’ practice, have developed into a fairly strong team. We have had some trouble in ar¬ ranging for games, but have already played two, beside several practice games. Those making the best show¬ ing from among the beginners are. Utzinger, Nickerson and Bremner. A. H. S. vs Central Astoria. On Thanksgiving day we played the Central Astorians a hard game. Owing to the slippery field, the score in no way shows the ability of either team. In the first half Central As¬ toria made a touchdown. After a few minutes more play, the ball was advanced to within one foot of Central Astoria’s goal line, where Stuart fumbled, losing the ball. When the half ended we were holding our own, on our forty yard line, with the score 5 — 0 in favor of Central As¬ toria. In the second half, after a few line bucks, a punting duel ensued between the two teams with our gaining the advantage thereby. Shortly before time was called Rogers was sent around end for a touchdown. Rosen- burg kicked the goal, making the score G — 5 in our favor. The work done at end by Utzinger, tackle by Lounsburry and center by Rosenburg was unequalled by our opponents. Wilson and Rogers as halves made good gains and Parker’s line plunges were irresistable. The playing done by the rest of the boys was very cred- 12 THE ZEPHYRUS itable. A star feature of the game was a fifteen-yard run by Wilson, who broke through and ran almost with¬ out interference. A. H. S., 0; vs. West Astoria, 5. On Saturday, December 9, we played the second West Astorians, the fastest light-weight team in As¬ toria. Although we were outweighed and less experienced than our oppon¬ ents, we prevented any large scores being made against us. From the time that the ball was kicked off by Upshur until time was called, the first half was a stubborn fight for ground, the entire half being played in West Astoria’s territory. Twice we advanced to their four- yard line; but, not having the ball in our possession, were set back by punts. In the second half, the game be¬ came more open. A punt by West Astoria advanced them to our twelve- yard line, from where, by a succes¬ sion of tackle bucks Johnson, West Astoria’s fullback, finally hurdled the line to land behind our goal. Failure to kick the goal left the score 5 — 0. Although the game was lost, our boys played a good game, as many pretty tackles were made by Utzinger. Smith and Lounsberry also played good ball. Much punting was done throughout the game, Upshur, our halfback, greatly outclassing his opponent by often booting the pigskin 35 and 40 yards against' the wind and twice landing it almost over West Astoria’s goal line. Much spirit was s hown by the girls who attended in a body and cheered lustily whenever we made a gain, and we greatly appreciate their sup¬ port. The line up: A. H. S. Position. 2d W. Astoria Malagamba R. e L. E. Johnson Lounsberry R. t. L. H. Gustafson Nickerson R. g L. Stricklen Ross C. Rosenburg Bremner L. g. R. Wilson Guilluime L. t. R. A. Johnson Utzinger L. e. R. Anolin Stuart Q. Thompson Upshur L. H. R. . Wilson, Cap. Smith R. H. L. A. Gustafson K . Parker, Cap. F. F. Johnson In behalf of the West Astoria boys, it may be said that they all put up a splendid game- and worked together admirably. This is especially true of Wilson, Captain, Rosenburg and F. Johnson. Basketball. With the opening of school came much material for a basket-ball team. A number of girls have already taken up the game, and Mary Settem ’0d, has been elected captain and Faye Ball ’07, manager. Prin. S. N. Garman has undertaken to coach the team; and through the kindness of Mr. George Flavel, the old Commercial Club gym. has been secured for a practice hall. Inasmuch as a competent coach and a good prac¬ tice hall have been secured, there is no reason why a winning team should not be turned out this season. There has not been the attendance at practice that there should be, and assured, and all the possible advan- assured and al the possible tdvan- tages are at hand more interest should be taken by the girls. Considering all these advantages let all who can turn out, with a deter¬ mination that within a short time, a competent team will be ready to chal¬ lenge any other team of their own equals; and that, at the end of the year, they will be the victors. “When You Want Anything Good go to DUNBAR’S.” THE ZEPHYRUS 13 Persona! Flings. Mr. Santa Claus. Dear Sir — Please send me some bright pupils. I need them very much. Sincerely yours, J. H. G. Dear Santa — All I want for Christ¬ mas is a safety razor, and a ticket to North Cove. Yours, FRANK. Dear Kris Kringle — Pieas bring me about three dozen handkerchiefs to be used by pupils after a test. Sincerely, D. B. Dear Santa Claus — Please bring me some high marks for English Liter¬ ature, Physics, Geometry II, and De¬ portment. From a good little boy, SIDNEY SOVEY. From the letter box of Santa Claus. Mr. Santa Claus. Gentleman — On the coming Christ¬ mas please present me with one-half doz. very high collars, 3 green ties with yellow spots, 3 purple ties with red fleur-de-lis, 1 box rainbow-hued hose and 1 pair military brushes, as mine are worn out by constant use. Yours most truly, SOLOMON ALLEN. Dear Kris — Please send me an alarm clock. I am often late. Lovingly, MARY CLARK. Henry H - (take notice). When first he came to see her He had a timid heart, And when the lights were burning low They sat this far apart. But when their love grew warmer, And they learned the joy of a kiss, They knocked out all those spaces Andsatjustlikethis. He kissed her on the cheek, It seemed a harmless frolic; He’s been laid up for a week With the painter’s colic. Ex. For all matrimonial advice visit the reading classes in room 10. Stephen Habersham — “Mr. Diebel, if it says we should decline the words in the third question, should we de¬ cline them?” Wm. Moeller — A pheasant lifted a tumbler of mercury.” Miss Hulse — “A what?” Wm — “I mean a peasant.” Fond Father — “Daugher, I shall give you anything you want, if you will only stop using slang.” Grace — “Well Dad, By George I’ll be blamed if | won’t. It’s easy money. Soph, boy — “Yes, when I was puite a young man, I determined to get ahead (a head) in the world.” Fresh girl — “Where did you go, to the cabbage patch?” He — “I am rather more in favor of the English language.' that the Amer¬ ican way of spelling.” She— “Yes.” He — “Yes, indeed, hearing you in it, makes all the difference in the world world.” Lives of great men all remind us. We can debate now and then, At the high school you will find us, Roasting all of the great men. Last year she was the queen of earth, She was too lovely for a sonnet, But now you always fret and scold, If she asks for an Easter bonnet. “When You Want Anything Good go to DUNBAR’S.” 14 THE ZEPHYRUS Christmas is here with all its cheer, Which comes to every one each year. To some it may bring many joys To others nothing but the toys. Scholars who are bright and gay Will hail their well-earned (?) hol¬ iday. Those who care to study not Will guilty feel at their good lot. Despite the arduous toil and care No work can mar this day so fair. Books and all are thrown aside, All greet with zest this Christmas- tide. A very stout woman entered a car, the other day, She was very large and as she took her sat a small boy beheind her, turned to his companion, and said: “Gee, she looks as if she had been raised on yeast.” The stout woman, overhearing the remark, turned to the boy, and an¬ swered: “Well, if you had been raised on yeast, you would be better bred.” HINTS FOR NEW YEAR RESOLU¬ TIONS. Hist. II Class: Resolved, That we will study our lesson at least once a week during the new year. Henry Hess — Resolved, That I will not waste so much time talking to the girls. Kenneth P: Resolved, That I will no longer lead the gang. Matie G. and Grace M.: Resolved, That we will not talk about the boys in Mr. Carman’s room any more. “No wonder my darling is crosseyed,” Said love sick Pat to his mother, “For each of her eyes is so pretty, That each wants to look at the other.” — Ex. Laura Jeffers — How do you form the feminine of vir (man) ? Fond Parent— How did school go to¬ day? Freshie — Oh, pretty well, only those teachers don’t know anything. All they do is to ask questions. Bright Soph. — Why is a football day like a wash day? Freshie — Give it up. Soph. — Because it is time to see a line-up. Teacher (to boy who is whispering) — Please let’s have a solo instead of a duet, with me as the soloist. Boy — But I’m willing to be your ac¬ companist. I stood upon the mountain, I gazed upon the plain, I saw a lot of green stuff That looked like waiving grain. I took another look at it And thought it must be grass, But goodneess, to my horror, It was the senior class. Miss Sweetness — “Oh. Mr. Nocoin, how lovely of you, to bring me these beautiful roses. How fresh they are. I do believe there is a little dew on them yet.” Thornburn Ross — “Weill — yes - there is, but I will pay it tomorrow.” Joseph L. — “I saw a terrible thing happen as I was coming down the street. A trolley wire came down and fell across a horse’s neck, killing him instantly.” Sidney S. — “That’s nothing. I was coming down the street, and seven trolley wires came down and fell across my neck, and didn’t kill me” Joseph L. — “Didn’t you know that rubber was a non-conductor?” Mrs. D. to P. T. — What is ostra¬ cism? • P- T- — A piece of pottery.” THE ZEPHYRUS Donald (whispering to Yvon after a question had been propounded by Mr. G.) “Any fool could answer that question. I wish he would ask me.” Little Otto has gone below, We ne’er shall see him more, For what he took for H 2 O Was H2S04. Miss H. — “Take the sentence, ‘The plenty of good stories and jokes, and Donald — “Sarcasm.” Little Sidney Sovey sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; For Sidney wasn’t able To get to the table Along with the rest; that’s why. Our Women. A little Freshie went to school, And thought that he would mind the rule, He got five off and some gentle shakes Which made him think all women fakes. Moral — Always be glad or naughty or let the frowns and dimples play. My Dear Santa Claus: This year my wants are few. I want a bright red sled just big enough for two. It doesn’t have to be very big either, you know, just for a first grade boy and myself. K— t W— D. Ques. — Why does Frank’s head rese resemble a northwestern forest? Ans. — Because' it’s so dense. Why does one lock of hair on top of Dutchy’s head always point heav¬ enward? Because that is as near heaven as it will ever get. Prof. (Shaking boy by collar) — “I believe Satan has hold of you.” 15 Boy (panting) — “I believe he has too.” — Ex. What is Thorburn’s favorite flower? — (Myrtle.) Here lies the boy who “knocked” the team And never after grew. And if your like this lad, forsooth, There’s room here for you, too. PERSONAL FLINGS. Otto (translating German) — “I put my arms around her and — that’s as far as I got, Mr. Diebel.” Mr. D. — “Well, I think that was sufficient.” Frank P. — “I wonder why the pos¬ tal service is so slow to North Cove. You would think that there should be at least one mail a day.” We would like to know why Blod- wen blushed when we asked her how Otto happened to shut her finger in the door. Joseph L. (in senior English) — ■ “Yes, Miss H., “replied” is in the ac¬ cusative case with the proposition “I.” Each evening a good-looking Mr. Comes round for to visit my Sr. One night on the stairs, He all unawares. Put his arm round her figure and Kr. “Miss Prim is - a very popular young lady.” “Yes; she wouldn’t even ac¬ company a young man on the piano without a chaperon.” — Ex. There once was a wary prof. Who captured a youthful trans. He said, “Son, don’t lie - Aren’t you stealing pie?” But the lad said, “I’m not a conf.” 16 THE ZEPHYRUS School Notes. A debating club, caled the Astoria High School Debating Society, has been recently organized. It is to be hoped that the students will become interested in it and come to the meet¬ ings to take part in the debates. Every two weeks the society meets in Miss Badollet’s room. Two debates have been held. The first was upon the question, “Resolved, That water does more damage than fire,” and the second, “Resolved, That football should be abolished.” Yvon Guil- liume was the affirmative leader, and Harvey Allen the negative, of the first debate. The judge’s decision was in favor of the affirmative. In the sec¬ ond debate, Yvon Guilliume was the affirmative leader, and Frank Parker the negative. The judges decided in favor of the negative side. The fol¬ lowing new officers were elected. President, Hamilton Garner. Vice-President. Sidney Sovey. Secretary, Henry Hess. Advisors— Mary Settem, Blodwen Davis. Sergeant-at-Arms, Percy Tagg. Exchanges. “The Gentleman from Juneau,” in the “Hyak” is a well written and very interesting story. In fact “The Hyak” is a good paper throughout. The Troubadour is a good exchange. “The Cowboy,” in its November issue is an excellent poem. The Oregon Weekly always receives a hearty welcome by the Zephyrus readers. Many interesting short stories may be found in the November number of the Interlude (Cleveland, Ohio.) We consider the Cardinal to be one of our best exchanges. “The Marionettes” in the Spinster is a bright little poem. We are glad to find “The Evergreen” (Pullman, Wash.) among our ex¬ changes. “The Ilakawinn,” “Purple and Gold,” and “The Academia” are all welcome to our exchange table. Thanks to “The Whims” for the “cut.” It’ll help some in enhancing our paper. “Mamma ” said little Harry who had just been chastised for disobedience, “Am I a canoe?” “Certainly not, Harry, why?” “Well, you are aiways saying you like to see folks paddle their own canoe, and I thought maybe I was yours.” — Ex. Oh the sadness of her sadness when she’s sad! Oh the gladness of her gladness when she’s glad! But the sadness of her sadness, And the gladness of her gladness. Are nothing to her madness when she’s mad. “Do I bore you?” asked the mosqui¬ to politely, as he sunk a half-inch into the man’s leg. “Not at all,” replied the man squash¬ ing him with a book. “How do I strike you?” M , rtitr n-y3Sr.-wfS;-.; g Ws m m mm - . -.ASsSSsSte t V ■Xi imBL ?a«� ■BaBK' TKiraK jryi j B| : $? ry£ : .'.' 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