Barstow School - Weathercock Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

Text from Pages 1 - 146 of the 1938 volume:

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KENDIG ........................................... Educational Director B.A., Vassar, M.A., Columbia University WINIFRED HARPER TURNER ................ Arrociate Director, lnrtructor in Science B.A., M.A., Smith, Columbia University, Woods Hole Biological Laboratory FLORENCE SHELTON ..................................... Director of Reridence Rowland Hall MARTHA BELLE AIKINS AND FRANCES AIKINS ......................... The Dance Aikins Dancing School, Bennett junior College MILDRED H. BARNEY ............................... Director of Muric, Harmony Bradford Academy, Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, Piano, Heinrich Gebhard and Frederick H. johnson, Boston DOROTHY CALVERT BECK ............................................ Englirh B.A., Mills College, M.A., University of California, Yale University DONA W. BROWN ........ Englirh Language and Literature, Eighth and Ninth Grader B.A., Smith, M.A., University of Michigan, Edinburgh MYRA BUMGARDNER .............................. Phyrical Education, Phyriology B.S., Central Missouri Teachers College, Warrensburg JULIE BYARD ......................... Director Nurrery School, Child Development B.A., M.A., University of Wisconsin, Merrill-Palmer School REGINALD DAVIDSON ................................................ Dzctzorz Guildhall School of Music FLOYD S. DOUGLASS ............ .... M iddle School B.A., Wellesley College MAR JIORIE E. GESNER ................................. ........ H irtory B.A., Mount Holyoke, M.A., University of Michigan RUTH GIBSON ................................................ Director of Art B.A., Oberlin College, Art Institute, Chicago, Winnetka Graduate Teachers College LUCIE HARDING ............................ ............... F rench Diplome de 'l Ecole Trogaliag Sorbonne LOIS HENDERSON ........................... .... N Iiddle School Ayrirtant B.S., University of Kansas HANNAH B. HOLDERBY .......................................... Mathematic: B.S., University of Missouri, University of Wisconsin EDYTHE KIRK ........................................ Latin and Mathernaticr B.A., University of Illinois, M.A., Columbia University GERALDINE KLEIN ........................................... Science Arrirtant B.A., University of Kansas City JEAN MACCARTH' ............................................. French, Spanirh B.A., University of Richmond, M.A., University of Chicago, Sorbonne LOUISE MOSMAN ........................ Secretary and Regirtrar, Btzrinerr Practice University of Missouri VENDLA M. ROzsA .................... ..................... P ahlic Speaking B.A., Kansas Wesleyan University MARTHA RYAN .......................,.......... Firrt Primary and Kindergarten B.E., National College of Education, Western College MARGARET SUYDAM ......................................... Primary Aryirtarzt Froebel League LOUISE V. THOMAS ............................. U pper Primary and Intermecliate St. Paul's Kindergarten Training School, Child Education Foundation, New York, Columbia University ESTHER B. WINKEIMAN, M.D. .....,.......................... School Physician University of Kansasg Children's Hospital, San Francisco I 6 I FRQM US, Tl-IE ALUMNAE Dear Baby Alumnae: So many things have happened since we last saw you together! Remember the luncheon in june where we all met? We thought it was such a success that we are already planning another this year where we can greet the Seniors of '38 as well as the older members. We hope this will become a time-honored custom for the future. On October 27 we had our first full meeting where plans for 1937-1938 were drawn up. Mrs. C. Stephen Stubbs was appointed President, with Miss Nancy Hargis as Vice-President, Miss Winifred Turner as Secretary and Miss Elizabeth Scarritt as Treasurer to help her. When the business of the day was completed, Mrs. Frank Ridge gave a stimulating talk on The Background of the New Deal in China. Her speech was such a success that many present begged for a promise of future discussions. Within the next few days the Advisory Board voted to ask Mrs. Ridge to give us a series of lectures and to make this series our money-making project for the year. Mrs. Ridge, who has cherished a love for Barstow since her days as Head of the Middle School, generously consented to donate her time and energy in a series of talks on What Is Happening in the World Today. After each talk, tea was served in the living-room. We feel that these talks were not only enlightening and enjoyable, but they also served to bring together former pupils, mothers of girls now students, and friends of the school. Thus we believe a dehnite step has been taken toward narrowing the gap between the past and present Barstow. Such cooperation is necessary to carry on the traditions and ideals that have meant so much to all its friends, old and new. THE ALUMNAE. Dear Alumnae: We, too, have much news to tell you. Though we haven't the splendid organization that you have. since we are scattered around the country, we all have maintained our interest in one another, in you, and in the present Barstow. Of last year's class, we have Ruth Dierks, Dorothy King and Cherry Propst Qnow a full-fledged nursej with us here in Kansas City, while jean Rubbra is nearby at Kansas University. Shirley Clark is in Detroit and even further east are Katharine Hall at Vassar, jane Daily at Wellesley, and Elizabeth Evans at Briarcliff. On the West Coast is Joan Tureman at Mills. We are particularly proud of some of the older babies. Among these is Betty Wally, '35, who has been elected President of her chapter of Pi Beta Phi at Northwestern, besides being on the staffs of two school publications. Patsy Mullegren, '36, made a fine start at Wellesley by being on the Freshman Honor Roll. jean Wight, '35, has spent her junior year abroad with the Smith College Group. At the same school, Nancy Leming has had an especially noteworthy record. Elected to Phi Beta Kappa and Sigma Xi, honorary scientific society, she was also the Neilson Scholar for her Senior year, and was awarded a fellowship for graduate study in chemistry. Yes, we are widely scattered, but before very long we'll be home and ready to work enthusiastically for the Association and Barstow. Until then, goodbye and good luck! THE BABY ALUMNAE. I 7 1 Tl-IE l-lGNGl2 RCDLI. IUNE, 1937 SPECIAL HONOR ROLL Seniors: Jane Daily, Jean Rubbra. Juniors: Emma Joe Clark, Gano Hobart. Freshmen: Shirley Kernodle, Susan Jane Marty. Eighth Grade: Virginia Poteet, Virginia von Voigtlander. HONOR ROLL Seniors: Katharine Hall. Juniors: Ellen Day Bonniiield, Elizabeth Hough, Diana Nutter, Nancy Poteet, Alice Sebree. Sophomores: Charlotte Luise Lysle, Kathleen Trumbull. Freshmen: Cynthia Van Cleve. NOVEMBER, 1937 SPECIAL HONOR ROLL Sophomores: Susan Jane Marty, Cynthia Van Cleve. Freshmen: Beatrice Buecking, Nancy Eberly. Eighth Grade: Phyllis Field, Mary Marty, Virginia Poteet. HONOR ROLL Seniors: Ellen Day Bonnifield, Gano Hobart, Nancy Poteet, Alice Sebree, Betty Faye Smith. Juniors: Kathleen Trumbull. Sophomores: Shirley Kernodle, Charlotte Luise Lysle. Freshmen: Joline Bowles, Elizabeth Fraser. Eighth Grade: Jacqueline Collins, Catherine Sharp. IANUARY, 1938 SPECIAL HONOR ROLL Seniors: Ellen Day Bonnifield, Nancy Poteet. Juniors: Kathleen Trumbull. Sophomores: Susan Jane Marty. Freshmen: Beatrice Buecking, Virginia Poteet. Eighth Grade: Catherine Sharp. HONOR ROLL Seniors: Emma Joe Clark, Gano Hobart, Sue Johnston, Betty Schaufller, Alice Sebree, Jeanne Alden Vigeant, Ernestine Witte. Juniors: Betty Roberts, Gloria Zick. Sophomores: Shirley Kernodle, Charlotte Luise Lysle, Ann Weld. Freshmen: Nancy Eberly. Eighth Grade: Jacqueline Collins, Phyllis Field. APRIL, 1938 SPECIAL HONOR ROLL Seniors: Gano Hobart. Freshmen: Georganne Beazley, Beatrice Buecking. HONOR ROLL Seniors: Barbara Berger. Ellen Day Bonnilield, Emma Joe Clark, Jeanne Dodds, Elizabeth Hough, Nancy Poteet, Alice Sebree, Virginia Simpson, Jeanne Alden Vigeant. Juniors: Dorothy Fizzell, Adalee Kinard, Betty Roberts, Peggy Roberts, Kathleen Trumbull. Sophomores: Shirley Kernodle, Charlotte Luise Lysle, Susan Jane Marty, Cynthia Van Cleve. Freshmen: Nancy Eberly, Virginia Poteet. Eighth Grade: Jacqueline Collins, Phyllis Field, Mary Marty, Catherine Sharp. l8l SCI-IGI-ASTIC AWARDS IUNE. 1937 UPPER SCHOOL AWARDS The Scholarship Cup, presented by Martha Belle Aikins, for the highest record during the four years of work in the academic department, to Katharine Hall. Honor- able mention to Jane Daily. The Scholarship Shield, presented by Mrs. Marvin Gates, to the class having the highest scholarship for the year, to the Junior Class, Anne Ashley Snyder, President. Ada Brann Scholar, the girl who has been on the Honor Roll for four years, who has also shown marked ability and good citizenship in the school, Katharine Hall. Ellinor Runcie Scholar, a shield presented by Bettie-Cole McCune in memory of Ellinor Runcie, to the girl who has shown the most marked improvement in academic achievement and interest during her Senior year, to Joan Tureman. Honorable mention to Cherry Propst and Jean Rubbra. The Eighth Grade Scholar, a trophy presented by Miss Kendig for the most distin- guished record or the most marked improvement in the use and understanding of language, to Mary Margaret Reynolds. The Miriam Folsom Babbitt Cup, to the girl who throughout her course has been most loyal to the traditions of the school, to Katharine Hall. Honorable mention to Jean Rubbra. The Mildred Claudine Davidson Cup, for the best work done in History, to Ellen Day Bonnifield. Honorable mention to Jane Daily. The First Year French Cup, presented by Miss Kendig, to the Eighth or Ninth Year student making the most marked progress in achievement, effort and interest during her first year of French, to Susan Jane Marty. The French Cup, presented by Gervice Gates, for scholarship in French, to Gano Hobart. The Medill Smith Gates Cup, awarded to the Pretender with outstanding dramatic ability, to Jane Daily. The Gertrude Kendig Cup, for the best Senior Essay of the year, to Ruth Dierks and Jane Daily. The Mathematics Cup, presented by the Class of 1936, for scholarship in Mathe- matics, to Alice Sebree. The One-Act Play award for the best play of the year, to Jean Rubbra. Honorable mention to Shirley Clark. The Poetry Cup, presented by Miss Witham, to the poet of the year, to Anne Ashley Snyder. Honorable mention to Jane Daily. The Shakespeare Cup, in memory of Jean Downing, for the best work in the Pre- tenders, to Katharine Hall and Cherry Propst. The Short Story Cup, presented by the Class of 1934 for the best short story of the year, to Joan Tureman. Honorable mention to Jean Rubbra. The Margaret Lackland Stoddard Cup, presented to the girl who has shown the best spirit in the Glee Club, to Ellen Day Bonnilield. The Weather-Cock Cup, presented by Martha Stout, to the girl who has contributed the best writing to the Weather-Cock for the year, to Nancy Poteet. The Barbara Burton Williams Cup, for the best work in Art, to Dorothy Cubberley. MIDDLE SCHOOL AWARDS The French Cup for the Middle School, given by Judith Harris, to Jacqueline Collins. The Alberta Sharp Ridge Cup, to the most helpful member of the Middle School, to Joanne Thompson. The Scholarship Cup of the Middle School, given by Katharine Histed Hall, to Mary Marty. Honorable mention, Alice Lysle and Phyllis Field. l9l THE SEINIICDRS A Wheaz we were very .., J'UlllIg1FlftCCf1 years ago Anne and Bobby arrived at Barstow. At the ripe age of three they started the class of thirty-eight. The following year Patsy joined the group. Then ,, -5 3 . K I' K :its iv :ame Al, Betty, J Elizabeth and Betty Faye .iti to swell our ranks. In 1927 Joe dropped in for a year in the kindergarten. And so the Lower School. Y' ' J. Ar we grew older-In thirty- three Betsey completed the notorious eight I 5 Si which wrought havoc in the Middle School. And older-Then came Nat, Day, Hawsie, Gano, Sue, Diana, Virginia, Deb, Jeanne Alden and Wit to join our fo ml Freshman year. These eighteen ran off with both the Shakes- Y peare Play Contest Cup and the Song Contest Cup. Not bad for beginners! The Sophomore year brought .3 - J -S '- Q two more, Nance and Tizel. When we were Juniors Emma Joe came back, Doddsie and Josephine were the new additions. 9 l A 1 pk pgpp , J .. C ! SE. ' Q! Mae. by p p pp . V And then on June 11 last year we stepped into the sacred Senior Circle and became the Senior Class of 1938. The following fall Margie and the three Dorm girls, Helen, Jeanne and Anne, made us twenty-seven. Arm' .rn here we ure. Ur as Freshnzefz N ATHALIE BABKEB AJ llI6'l'I'y ar llae day is long. Since Nat has been in high school, she has faithfully entered into all Barstow activities. Nat's joyous nature and unlimited energy have won her membership in Glee Club and Pretenders, and in both organizations she has proved herself worthy ot handling a great deal of responsibility. Sterling honesty is a gem that shines brightly in any setting and the one who possesses it has a priceless asset. This is Nathalie's finest characteristic and a truly great one. Wherever she may be next year, her charm and vivacity will surely win her many friends. BARBARA BEBGER I 1111111 have liberly llmilfmzl, rzr large 41 charlw' df live 11'i11d. Barstow and Bobby have been together for thirteen years. except for one year in the seventh grade which breaks the thirteen spell. Glee Club and Pretenders know her good voice and notable acting ability, and to each group she has been I1 valuable member. All of us love Bobby for her rare humor and we admire her for the respect she commands from the Freshmen. There seems to be a lasting freshness and spontaneity about Bobby that we all cherish. She keeps everyone laughing and merry with her good nature and ready wit. IOSEPI-UNE BISHOP I'll am! be lied In loolnif of lpoinfed limer 1311! lerzm my le.i1i'n11.r rzf I plague 111y.reff, jo came to Barstow during her junior year and soon made a place for herself in our class. She has a truly amusing personality and invariably adds some clever remark to set off our discussions in class meetings, This was clearly shown by the way she carried otf one of the best parts in the Glee Club Operetta. Not only did she keep us entertained during rehearsals, but when the night of the operetta rolled around she was even funnier than ever, May she always keep that happy disposition and at her next stop make as true a place for herself as she has made here at Barstow. ELLEN DAY BONNIEIELD S11f00!b I'7llI,f the wafer where llae brook if deep. Loyal in friendship, powerful in influence, these are the two qualities which best describe Ellen Day. Day is really a friend to all, for she often goes out of her way to be nice, and she is sincere in her friendship with everybody. She can be very busi- nesslike, and has had to be, for she holds the highly important otlice of managing the Weather-Cock. When there is any mis- chief to be done, Day is always right there, too. Ellen Day will probably be far from us next year, but the impression she has left upon all of us will not easily be forgotten. EMMA IOE CLARK Age mmzot wifher her, Nor fzlffom Jlale ber ifzfuite Zfdl'f6'fJ'.U joe is our perennial delight! Her infinite variety, her love of life, and her joyous nature keep everyone around her happy. Although she has been at Barstow only two years, she has gained many loyal friends and has made everyone fond of her and her happy disposition. joe is an active and much admired member of the Pretenders. She took one of the principal parts in the Glee Club Operetta this spring and did her part so well that it has been talked of ever since. Everywhere she goes she will win many friends, and when Barstow loses her others will gain a happy, joyous companion. IEANNE DODDS Her mmzy lorkr hang on her zfefnplef Like 4 golden fleece. About the middle of our junior year we added one more girl to our class. Doddsie may have been a little surprised at some of our wild antics, but now you,d never know she'd been any place but Barstow. Her willingness and responsible attitude are two of her finest characteristics, and her good nature and charm have placed her high in the hearts of many. Almost every day after school Jeanne may be seen piling her car full of girls and taking them home. We're awfully glad you happened our way, Doddsie, but you didn't come soon enough. BETSEY GRANT She ir 4 great 0bJefz'er, and .rlve lanky Quilt' flvmzrgfa lhe deedr of men. Wfhenever there's work to be done, a game to be won, or fun to be had, Bitta is there to lend a hand. No girl in the Senior class is a more willing friend. In the Pretenders, on the Senior basket-ball team, and in her classes Bitta's cheery dispo- sition is an addition in all that we do. Barstow knows and appreciates the spirit and cooperation that Betsey gives, and the Senior class is proud of her. HELEN HAWES I dare do all fha! may heroine 41 1l'0lll111I.' ll lm rltzzw do more if none. Hawsie is one of the Seniors who has climbed high on our ladder of achievement. She is Vice-President of the Glee Club and we expect much of her outstanding musical ability. Her talents are widespread, for she is also an active member of the Pretenders. In athletics Helen shines. She is one of our speediest runners and is Barstow's ping-pong champion, which title she holds with a firm hand. Every year for three years she has won our annual contest-the years before that there was no contest or Hawsie would have won it. Amid other things, Helen has a grand sense of humor and her laughter is often heard ringing down the halls. Her everlasting pep and merriment are so contagious that she keeps the girls around her in constant glee. MARIORIE HEWITT Hllvhal .rfalnre ir .the of? fm! ar high ar my head. Never was there a girl who could concentrate amidst the flurry and excitement of classes and study halls like Margie. She is never upset by the noise and bustle about her. Margie is the calming influence on our turbulent group. Her unselfishness and quiet cooperation have been a great asset to the class. But she can be fun, too. When she laughs her whole self laughs, espe- cially her eyes. We'll all remember her for her splendid charac- terization in the play 'Mushrooms Coming Up. She stole the show and had the whole house in an uproar. Knowing her this short year has made us realize that we missed a really fine person by not having her sooner. GANG I-IOBART A peace above all earthly digfzitier, A itil! and quiet f07ZJ'Ci67ZL'E.H Calm, capable and good-natured is Gano. Her dignity and integrity have been a great factor in her attainment of the highest honor in the school, that of being President of the Cooperative Council. With a fund of knowledge and a determi- nation that knows neither falter nor defeat, she has won an abundance of friends here at Barstow. Her level-headedness and conscientious attitude have made her a valuable member of both Glee Club and Pretenders. Gano has been a great asset to the school during her four years here and when she leaves she will undoubtedly be bound for greater things. ELIZABETH I-IOUGI-l She bar brown hair, and .rpeakr .flilclll like a 1L'01l1cZ1I.H Huf is one of our most vivacious Seniors. Her quick wit, her love of fun, and her sparkling humor make her a great favorite with everyone, and for her kindness and ready sympathy she is beloved by all. Elizabeth is a very active member of the Pretenders and she livens every play rehearsal with her witty remarks. Her ambition is to become a playwright and we all hope she will succeed in this field because she'd make such an excellent one. Above all Huf is so much fun to be with that Barstow will be truly sorry to lose her and will not soon forget its bright, energetic Elizabeth. SUE IGI-INSTON Merrily, merrily fha!! I live. lf you hear someone singing the latest song hit and dancing through the upper hall, you'll know it's Susie. She can name every orchestra and leader in the world. Her musical talent extends into even further realms for she steered the Glee Club through the first semester and very well, too. Much of the success of the junior-Senior Prom lay her way also, for she patiently and expertly directed the decorating committee. Her natural executive ability and independence have made her a favorite with all and when she leaves Barstow, a girl who has enthusiasm and ambition will have gone, but only to add to another group as much as she had added to this one. DIANA NUTTER Vilma if bold, and gfl0Lfl?6'.fJ' Newer fearful, Always a student, always a friend, Diana is one who unites beauty with alertness of mind. Although one of the younger members of the group, she has been a part of the Barstow spirit, having a real interest in the affairs of the school and the class. Diana has that rare quality about her of being extremely under- standing. She has a peculiarly sympathetic nature and an honest consideration for her classmates. Witli a sense of humor like Di's and her thoughtfulness towards all, she will go far and make even more friends than she has at Barstow. PATSY PEABODY Tlm.re afmnt her llffllll lm' .rimll read Ike perfec! zmyi' of hU!!UI',H Wfhere solid persistency and straightforwardness will win, Pat will win. She is one who thinks much and talks littleg yet her presence is always felt. Wlietlier in class or while playing. Pat is usually the one to come forth with some subtle pun that puts everyone in gales of laughter. Her sincerity and frankness are certainly admirable qualities and are much respected by the whole class, Her outstanding achievement is art, which she is capable of expressing in many forms. We all hope that you will go on and do something with it, Pat- --you can do grand things. NANCY POTEET 'Vlmf .flue if fair, and, fairer llmu lim! zmnf, Of 1z'n1m'1'r111,i' I'fl'lllC'.f,H Nance is one of those rare persons who leads the class both scholastically and in its many activities. Every time the honor roll is read she heads the list. It seems to be a habit with her. Maybe she studies when we're not looking. Besides scholastic standing, Nance also rates high in athletics for as a forward she was invaluable on the basket-ball team. There seems to be no end ro Nancy's abilities for she also has done a splendid job helping put the Weather-Cock to press this year. Her spirit in all she does will certainly lead her to greater things, but we hope she will never soar out of our sight. BETTY SCHAUEELEB I am 1201 only witiy in myrelf, B111 the mare ffm! wit if in 0the1'r. Whenever you see a group of girls gathered in the hall chattering and giggling, Betty is sure to be among them. She has a thoroughly ripe sense of humor and a unique way of expressing it. Her membership in Pretenders has been a great advantage to that organization, and we will not soon forget her amusing portrayal of Toby in Ways and Meansf, As a part of the Glee Club she has displayed her ability with eager enthu- siasm. Whenever there is a contest in the school or committee work to be done in the class, Betty is always the first to volun- teer. lf loyalty and cooperative spirit ever had a part in the attainment of an ambition, Betty will certainly be one of the first to accomplish hers. ELIZABETH SCHAUEELEB My hear! If lrlze ar Neel. Geniality is a fortunate quality and as the possessor of it. Tizel should be very proud. Elizabeth is a grand girl to know, for her loyalty and kindness make her the best of friends. We all depend upon Tizel to do this and that, for her reliability never fails and she is always helpful and willing. Elizabeth is the President of Pretenders and she very efficiently carries all the responsibilities that go with this honor. As one of the Glee Club. she accepts her duties unselfishly, for whatever she enters into she does eagerly and with her whole heart. ALICE SEBBEE Be you blillae and fi07Z7Zy.H Al has almost everything that can be found in the all around girl. Her athletic ability is one of her outstanding traits, and under her leadership the basket-ball team was again victorious. Her dramatic talent is unbounded, and the Pretenders were under her guidance during the first semester. She has the determination and will power to make anything a success and has done this with the business end of the Weather-Cock. Al's fiery pep talks set us all on our toes and certainly brought results. Wherever she may be next year or in years to come, Alice will always be in the midst of the best and loved by all as she has been here. VIRGINIA SIMPSON Full of the mill? of 1911111411 kiml11e.r.r. Witlm her persistent nature and conscientious ways, Simpy is one of the joys of our class. For almost as long as we can remem- ber her name has been on the honor roll. She also has been one of the star forwards on our basket-ball team for she could stand under the goal and literally roll them in for us. Virginia has been one of the best Pretendersg her try-out was one of the few awarded a Magna Cum Laude. I'm sure that we shall never forget her portrayal of Sneak, the private detective, in the presentation of Two Gentlemen of Sohof, Simpy will always be a source of fun to any group she's in, for her love of good times will be appreciated by all those who come in contact with her. BETTY PAYE SMITH Her mice uvzr ezfer mfr, Gentle, and lozzff au excellefzl firing in 1l'0llldlI,H No one has a better appreciation of athletics than Betty Faye. For this reason she has led the Athletic Association through another successful year. Her willing nature and cooperative spirit have always won her the affection of all her classmates, and have made her a favorite with the underclassmen. Betty Faye's ability as a leader and a manager was brought to light this spring when she so capably presided over the Athletic Banquet. As a member of Pretenders, she has proved herself to be an interested and eager worker, Her calm way of doing things and the serenity with which she meets her problems have been admired by all. It seems to be Betty Faye's optimistic attitude and her thoughtful consideration of all that have put her in such good stead with everyone. DEBORAH SMITH The ham! thai hall? made you fair baffa made yon good. Wlien Deb came back to Barstow last fall after an absence of two years, she fitted right into the class again as if she had never been away. Her adaptable easy-going nature is a joy to those around her, for she is always friendly. Deb's voice is a great addition to the Glee Club and she is a worthy member of Pretenders also. She has the wonderful quality of perfect poise, and always seems at ease no matter what the situation. Deb's charm and grace will carry her a long way and we wish her all the luck in the world. ANNE ASHLEY SNYDER Ar ru-'eet and mzzrical A5 brigfaf Apollolr lille. Anne claims the honor this year of having been in the school longer than any of her classmates. She has actually grown up here, and the standards and traditions of Barstow have been im- planted within her. For thorough reliability she has no superior, and because of this fine quality she has been admired and loved by everyone. Her clear voice has made her a great addition to the Glee Club, which under her leadership this spring, presented a most successful operetta. To the Pretenders she has been a worthy member, accepting her responsibilities fairly and willing- ly. Anne will not be around here next year, but the name she has in the school and the remembrance of her fine spirit will always be among us. IEANNE STEVENS A home, 41 lJ0r5e.' Aly kingdom for a home. Although Stevie has been at Barstow only a year, she has made herself known and liked by all. Her quiet dignity and reliability make us proud to call her a Barstow girl. Composure and toler- ance are the two best words to describe Jeanne, for she is almost imperturbable. When we first think of Jeanne we can usually see her in jodhpurs with her horse beside her, for horses are her main love and she rides them to many a victory. Stevie has one ot' the most beautiful voices in the Glee Club, and when she leaves we hope it will be to aim for higher things in the musical world. HELEN TROWER Thom eyer, the break of day, Lightr that do mirlead the morn. Helen's one year as a Barstow Senior has made her one of the best liked girls in the class. She is a fine Glee Club member and keeper of the minutes in that organization and was also one of the much applauded actresses in the operetta. Helen is always full of gaiety and sparkle and she makes a grand classmate, for there is no pomp or glitter about her interest in others. She adds a certain twinkle to the otherwise dull routine of school life. IEANNE ALDEN VIGEANT She ffm! zmr ever fair and IIEVEI' proml, Hia! IUIIKQIIL' nl will. and ye! war HGFKI' loud. W'hen jeanne came to Barstow in her Freshman year, she knew but a few girls here. It was not long, however, before she had made an active place for herself in the class. jeanne's love of companionship and the keen interest she has in those around her have certainly endeared her to the whole school. Not only is she a favorite with her classmates, but she is one of those rare Seniors who are respected by the underclassmen. When she entered Pre- tenders last year, she entered with a Magna Cum Laude, one of the highest honors given. In dramatics lies her talent, and when she leaves us this spring we know it will be to carry on the splendid work she began as a Pretender. ANN WARD A lzlerrier woman, Wfiflaizz llye limi! of fJ6'l'0l1lflIg wirlh, I never .rpenl an la01n f laik ufiilyalf' Wttrtlie comes to Barstow from Fort Smith, Arkansas. She has been with us only one year, yet everyone knows and loves her already. She is one of our most interesting conversationalists for she is always peppering her talk with funny expressions. She is sympathetic and kind besides, and the Senior class is always going to her with its problems. Ann, we could never get along without, for she livens the school and keeps the whole class merryg we will certainly miss her when she goes. ERNESTINE WITTE Here if 8l'6.'l'j'fZ7f1lg LI4fZ'dlIfdgE'0ll.f lo life. Witli her constant laughter, her carefree and effervescent spirit, Wit is regarded by the whole school with admiration. She does many things, and does them well. She has lent her charm to the Pretenders for these two years since she entered with a Magna Cum Laude try-out. She has worked hard leading the Senior class over many difficulties this last semester and has gained the love and respect of us all. There is always a deep understanding and sympathy beneath her unwavering light-heartedness. She has the infinite capacity to cheer and yet it never seems forced. Surely if Ernestine keeps going with the straightforwardness that she has shown during her four years here nothing can stop her. Jia Name Nathalie Barker Barbara Berger Josephine Bishop Ellen Day Bonnifield Emma Joe Clark Jeanne Dodds Betsey Grant Helen Hawes Marjorie Hewitt Gano Hobart Elizabeth Hough Sue Johnston Diana Nutter Patsy Peabody Nancy Poteet Betty Schauffler Elizabeth Schaufller Virginia Simpson Alice Sebree Betty Faye Smith Deborah Smith Anne Ashley Snyder Jeanne Stevens Helen Trower Jeanne Alden Vigeant Ann Ward Ernestine Witte Nickname Nat Bobby Jo Day Joe Doddsie Bitta Hawsie Margie G'no Huf Susie Di Pat Nance Bebu Tizel Simpy Al B. F. Deb Annie Stevie Trow-Babe Honey- Chile 'f Wardie Wit nn- .. 2. it u ti u -- Pet Expression When we were down on the farm-- Wow !' ' Now, honey. Oh, well. oh, you rat! Oh, phew. Hi, Puddin ! Pass it down this side. Oh ! That's all right. It's revoltingf' Whoa, babe. What'll I do? Oh, foo! Hi, there! Oh, ick ! Hell-o. Huh ? Oh, honestly l I wonder- V I'm going out in the gardens and eat worms. Oh, himmel ! Oh, you think so ! No, I wouldn't. You like that, huh? Listen, you all. Allo, honey. an .14 2 X:-Z, Y'f2..l.'? i 'F' -f . .v7?T'fSff?'1i'wprl7'Tf?'S7'f'3'WJT'iE'?'f'W,3ggg-!f5 SENIOR FRAME Favorite Artic ' le of Clothing Angora mittens Pins Seashell necklace Chiffon scarf Jingly rings Toeless shoes Bathing suits Crocheted sandals Slips Brooks' sweaters Gardenias Red finger- nails Flowers in her hair Capes Dark glasses Shorts Hats Tennis dresses White sox Beer jackets Powder puffs Bracelets Jodhpurs Grey slacks Hair ribbons Jewelry Coat of tan P201 4 1 , ,.. ,g4,E3gf'S5.gaJEu ,,rM.wii34 427- -IH .9 . rg Ambition To be a Latin Prof. To marry off her uncle To go to Roanoke To be unemotional To be a cross-examiner To sneeze loudly To be a Wild Westener To own a Model T To bang desks To learn to be a good cook To join the Four Aces To be a mechanic To be a gym teacher To run a humane society To get some work in on time To own a restaurant To be a siren To be a I private detective To catch on to a joke To get in Smith To get married To hail from New York To out-Pons Pons To scream at the faculty To be a Bernhardt To get ten A's To dance and dance and dance Pet Aversion Time sheets The Dog House Classical music Having her picture taken Hitler Being teased Hamburgers The Old Ladies' Home Getting her hair wet in the rain Writing themes Wrinkles in her clothes Dead frogs Arguing Getting to school on time Having her poetry read aloud Senior write-ups Flies in her zoup Wasting money Talking on the telephone Broken finger- nails College Board questions Guy Lombardo Rules in general To hurry Fuzzy hair Exams Empty mail boxes . f .- :2 . gf - 1 ' H- 'f ,i . -1.1 i f .4 -1 4- I N ' - - .m v - Na, ,V -, A t ml. .-iw, . , J ,g 'Y SENICDI2 WILL Knowing the weakness of human existence, and being aware of the fact that we can take none of our possessions with us out of the world, and being of sound mind and body, we, the Senior Class of 1938 of the Barstow School, do hereby publish our last will and testament in the following form: I, Nathalie Claiborne Barker, bequeath my enthusiasm to Barbara Shackelford, I, Barbara Jean Berger, bequeath Cab Calloway to Nonie Bales, I, Josephine Louise Bishop, bequeath my dates,' to the dormitory, I, Ellen Day Bonnilield, bequeath my executive yen to Betty Fay Harkless, I, Emma Josephine Clark, bequeath my questions to Elaine Patterson, I, Betty Jeanne Dodds, bequeath my golden tresses to Pem-Day, I, Elizabeth Adan Grant, bequeath my Child Development youngster to Miss Byard, I, Helen Hill Hawes, bequeath my text books to Charlotte Redhelfer, I, Edyth Marjorie Hewitt, bequeath my tranquillity to June O'Neill, I, Gano Hobart, bequeath my perseverance to Mary Belle Collins, I, Elizabeth Hough, bequeath my vivacity to Mary Margaret Reynolds, I, Ellena Sue Johnston, bequeath my freckles to Katharine Cronin, I, Sybil Diana Nutter, bequeath my blushes to Susan Jane Marty, I, Amanda Louise Peabody, bequeath my subtlety to Kathleen Trumbull, I, Nancy Poteet, bequeath my A's to all those poor girls who work hard and get no- where, I, Elizabeth Howes Schaufiler, bequeath my athletic ability to Tabitha Teall, I, Elizabeth Tough Schautfler, bequeath my Cicero book to Dorothy Fizzell, I, Alice Eden Sebree, bequeath my biology notes to whoever wants them, I, Virginia Brown Simpson, bequeath my patience to Frances Cappon, I, Betty Faye Smith, bequeath my spirit to everybody, I, Deborah Coates Smith, bequeath my poise to Mary Lou Willard, I, Anne Ashley Snyder, bequeath my voice to the faculty, I, Jeanne Hathaway Stephens, bequeath my dignity to Barbara Winn, I, Helen Louise Trower, bequeath my deviltry to Elizabeth Fraser, I, Jeanne Alden Vigeant, bequeath my arms to Venus de Milo, I, Ann Celeste Ward, bequeath my drawl to Martha Davidson, I, Edith Ernestine Witte, bequeath my gracefulness to the dancing class. Made, published and declared as their last will and testament by the Senior Class of 1938. Attorneys-at-law, Betsey Grant, Patsy Peabody, Betty Schaufller. I21I Trow-Babe Ai Stevve A b eqlu Nance ig t7+.,g Deb Wifi Babu Nal- T is L If Joe Anme Simpy Bobbq 1 1 Di Dodclsie i I Hauusie Pat' Biffd Tizel If X , , I Dag Wavdie Huf- Honeq-Chile Marqie I il G'no Susie V 'N IF . If Katie couldnft write and if Nonie couldn't swing, If Garnie couldn't, draw and if Esther cou1dn't sing, If Trumbull couldn't laugh and if Phillis couldn't act, If Tootsie coulcln't sculpt and if Dizzy had no tact, If 'Willard couldn't shine and i if Ellen couldn't think, If Glo-Bell couldn't drive and if Peggy couldn't wink, If Addie couldn't ride and if Helen couldxft dance, If Betty couldn't eat and Queenie seek romance, If Martha couldn't grow and Our studies didn't pall, I don't believe that there would be a junior Class at all. JUNIOR5, : ,, , , ,., - J -4, if .1 .5 'E.-T ' MARTHA DAVlDSON E' lan lint mzzu' Kathleen Trumbull, Mllflliil Davidson, Gloria Zick, Peggy Roberts, Garnett liasinger, Betty Roberts, Aalalee Kinnrtl, Dorothy Fizzell, Katlmrine Cronin, Helen Coclmrzm. lfamzl mir: Mary Belle Collins, Phillis Abry, Lenore Belles, Esther Allen, Mary Lou Willtlrtl, Ellen Sutherlantl, Tabitha Teall. l25l SCDPl-ICDINACDRES SOPHOMORE HIT PARADE! Sentimental And Melancholy ............. Dance Of The Wooden Indians ..... Little Bit Independent .......... Sweet As A Song ..... Miller's Daughter ........ Whistle While You Work ...... How'd You Like To Love You're A Sweetheart ..... Heigh Ho! ............. On the Sentimental Side. . Couldn't Be Cuter ....... Me? .... A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody ..... So Rare! ....................... Tippy Tin .... My Gal Sal ...... Sweet Someone ........ You're An Education ..... Good Night Angel ..... Dipsy Doodle ....... l26l . . . . . .Jo Ann Cowherd . . . .jackie Elkins . . . . . .Ann Fletcher . . . .Shirley Kernodle . . . .Charlotte Luise Lysle . . . .Susan jane Marty . . . . . .Beatrice Mulford Margaret Ellen Oberfell . .june O'Neill . . . . .Elaine Patterson . . . .Charlotte Redheffer . . . . .Barbara Richmond . . . . .Sallie Bet Ridge . . . .Barbara Shackelford . . . . . .Sallie Stanley . . . . .Betty Thompson . . . . .Cynthia Van Cleve . . . . . . . .jackie Welch AnnWeld BARBARA SHACKE L FORD Bin! wuz' Elaine Patterson, Mary lac Elkins, jo Ann Cowherd, Barbara Richmond, Betty Thompson, Ann Fletcher, Beatrice Mulfortl, Sallie Bet Ridge, Charlotte Retlheller, Barbara Shackelford, Susan jane Marty, Cynthia Van Cleve fnot in picturej. ljfflllf rnizu' june O'Neill, Sallie Stanley, Margaret Ellen Oberfell, Ann Weltl, Charlotte Luise Lysle, Shirley Kernodle, Jacqueline Welcli. l 27 I LUCKY THIRTEEN It has gotten around that bad luck is thirteen But we're telling you now 'tishnot so, For a luckier group than us you've ne'er seen And the reasons for it we will show. First, we have Betty Fay's beauty and graceg Then comes Elizabeth gayg Nothing could Bea's wit and brilliance replace, Or jane's funny, innocent way. , Nancy adds senseg Georganne gives us fung Mary Margaret, our president, 's the dignified oneg Helen's perseveringg Jaunita's smile winsg Midge gives us melody true. Barbarals our athlete, and also joline Is a leader in sports that we do. Last comes Virginia who's written this rhyme. So in spite of what people may say About thirteen making an unpleasant time, We are happy and snappy and gay. VIRGINIA POTBET 9 Burk mum' Virginia Poteet, Georganne Beazley, Mary Margaret Reynolds, Barbara Winn, Nancy Eberly, Helen Miller. lfmul roam' juanita Abell, Beatrice Buecking, joline Bowles, Betty Fay Harkless. Elizabeth Fraser, Marjory Dickey, jane Miller. IZEPI ! l P' EIC-Sl-ITl-I EIGHTH GRADE PROVERBS Early to bed makes joan pretty and snappy. Ignorance is bliss, so Cassie's unhappy. 'Give me liberty,' says Suzanne, or I'll take it. Hail fellow well met Frances surely will make it. 'Throughlthick ma thin prays always a friend. Handsome janet is as' she does we contend. Gather ye rosebudsf' jackie says, while ye rnayf' Ring out the oldll' Sallie wants the new way. And then about me there's nothing to say. Do good unto others. That's what we're taught, But ' Eat, drink and be merry is our only thought. P1-1Y1.L1s FIELD E301 A K Sf.JllLH1IKg'.' Frances Cfnppon, ,lacquelinc Collins, Clzlthcrinc Sharp, janet Rcrlhcllcr, Phyllis Field. Sv.zm!.' Mary Marty. Suzanne Duke, 'Ioan Purdy, Snllic Thomson. Iflll What we N. G. A. L. V. M. M. P. G. s. v. s. J. T. R. T. SEVENTH think of ourselves--but--what others think oi us .Nice Girl Absolutely Lovely Very Maidenlyl Most Perfect Good Scholar Very Sweet V just Trim Rather Thrilling No Good Always Looney Vehernently Masculine Mischievous Pest Goofy Smiler ' Violently Stubborn just Terrible Rattling Tongue THE SEVENTH GRADE Georgina Stayton, Marguerite Peet, Virlea MacLaughlin, Virginia Anne Smith, Alice Lysle, Joanne Thompson, Nancy Lee Gregory, Rosemary Trelease. I ISK I -X Bark roufx Patricia Marty, Jacqueline Marty, Carol Matz, julia Dennis, Richard Altman, Rick Robinson, Sally German, Suzanne Mauze, Amy DeYong, Laura Krantz, jane Ware, Roger Berg, Dorothea Meriwether. 1:10711 muff Joyce Lyle, Beth Marty, Marion Waldo, Babette Marsh, joan Widati, Gwen Groves, Barbara Jewell, jane Clark, Beverly Wilson, janet Widau, Ruth Dennis. I3-51 351.31 ii' 'i 'TED' .,.. ,L -- Tl-IE RESIDENCE DORMITORY LIFE As a group, the girls in the Dorm control themselves very well. Each, however, has her weaknesses and these are frowned upon by Mrs. Shelton as she says, Never, never j. Stephens: Tramp so hard around study hall that Milton's Minor Poems comes tumbling down from its shelf. H. Trower: Come down to Saturday luncheon with your hair up on curlers. A. Ward: Start a story that can't be told in less than three hours. E. Allen: Sing Up from the grave he arose at 5:50 a. m. M. L. Willard: Stay up past eleven-thirty listening to Tommy Dorseyls band. J. Elkins: Compare everything with Hawaii. A. Fletcher: Come back from your week-end more than three days late. M. E. Oberfell: Start a greenhouse in your room. J. O'Neill: Wear pajamas to study hall and try to pass them off as slacks. B. Richmond: Play You're an Education ten times in succession. C. Van Cleve: Monopolize the Freshman shower for more than an hour at a time. DI. Abell: Stop at the drug store on your way home from church. G. Beazley: Announce your birthday three days late. N. Eberly: Go to service just to watch the choir boys. H. Miller: Sleep more than twenty-four hours a day. J. Miller: Cover more than half of your room with pictures of dogs. M. M. Reynolds: Hide pickled onions in your boots. MARY MARGARE1' REYNOLDS, Freshman mm Sf.llloJfllg.' Helen Miller, Mary Lou Willzlrtl, Mary .lac Elkins, Cynthia Van Cleve, Barbara Richmond, Margaret Ellen Oberfell. Barb mu' retired: Georganne Beazley, Helen Trower, Jeanne Stephens, Ann Wfartl, june O'Neill, Mary Margaret Reynolds. lfmzzl mu' .feafedx Esther Allen, Nancy Eberly, Juanita Abell, .lane Miller, Ann Fletcher. 1 IST 1 Kb mae :mf wr -N Tuesday, October 5 ....... Thursday, November 4. . . Friday, November 5 ...... Tuesday, November 30 .... Wednesday, December 1. . Monday, january 17 ...... Tuesday, january 18 .... Dr Monday, january 31 ...... Wednesday, February 9 .... Thursday, February 10 .... Monday, February 14 ..... Monday, February 28 .... Wednesday, March 2 ..... .The juniors and Seniors present their Public Speaking Plays Tuesday, March 15 ....... Wfednesday, March 1 6 .... Thursday, March 17 .... Tuesday, March 22 ..... Wednesday, March 23 .... Thursday, April 14 ..... Friday, April 22 .... Monday, April 25... Friday, May 13 .... Monday, May 16 ..... Sunday, May 22 .... Friday, june 3 ....... Wednesday, June 15 .... GUI? WGRKADAY CALENDAR 1937-38 -Mrs. Gates speaks to the girls on Miss Barstow and the early days of the school . . . . .Mrs. Sam Roberts gives one of her talks on music . . . . .Miss Doris Flick talks to the school about Briarcliff . .... Mrs. james Otis Lincoln speaks about her camp for underprivileged children . .... Miss Margaret Leonard speaks at the reception held for the mothers of the new girls . . . . . .Mrs. Frank I. Ridge speaks to the Alumnae on the Beginnings of Socialism Henry T. Moore, President of Skidmore, talks on the college . . . . . .Mrs. Frank I. Ridge gives her second talk before the Alumnae on The Rome-Berlin Axis . .... The Freshmen and Eighth Grade present their Public Speaking Plays . . .Mrs. George Johnston speaks on Bennett junior College . . . . . . . . . . .Miss Esther Dayman talks on Mills College Mrs. Frank I. Ridge talks to the Alumnae on the Mediterranean Countries .......Mrs. Ridge concludes her Alumnae talks with a discussion on the Orient and Pacific Countriesu .......Mrs. Frank I. Ridge talks to the students on the Beginnings of the Austrian Situation . . .The parents meet at tea and Mrs. Paul Simonds speaks on Spring Gardening Mrs. Frederick D. Mauck gives a resume of Vassar College life, illustrating her talk with colored slides . . . . . . .Mrs. Albert Flintom speaks to the students on Circling the Pacific . . . . .Mrs. Sam Roberts gives her second music talk to the Freshmen and Sophomores . . . . . .Mrs. Sam Roberts speaks to the juniors and Seniors . . .The Lower School hold their Easter Fair in the Cloisters . . . . . . . .The Weather-Cock staff have their pep meeting ....Charlotte Luise Lysle and Elaine Patterson present their interview on a Trip to Russia . . . . . . . . . .The School observes its annual Tree Day . . . . . . . . .The Students present their Dance Recital . . . . .The Sophomores present their Marionette Show: The Pf'ioreJJ'r Tale . . . . . .The Lower School present their French Play . . . . . . .The School meets for its last Assembly i381 US AT WQRK URRER SU-IGCDL LITERATURE MEMOIRS OF A COURAGEOUS HEART His birth came about in the ordinary fashion of any baby, with the usual amount of tension and excitement. Of course, the Richardsons thought him the most important event in their young married life and certainly he was the most marvelous baby in the world, but after all there was nothing so terribly unusual in these sentiments, either. In fact, the only claim his birth had to unusualness was the oddness of the night on which he came. It was a dark, foreboding night, with its black, glowering clouds illuminated by lightning and framed by stifling calmness. However, the sullenness of this evil night had no immediate effect upon the Richardsons. Their happiness was complete within their little home and they were not even conscious of nature's turbulent spirits wrestling without. They named him Carno for his great uncle, who had fought in some battle and died with honor . . . They felt Carno would win honors, too. Carno was a very happy baby, very seldom crying and nearly always laughing and cooing. His infancy was spent in blissful contentment and he grew into a healthy, sturdy little youngster. i' t 'A' i' 'Ir It was the fall of 1910. Smith Bros. had just made Chicago on their annual tour. Smith Bros. had started their circus nearly thirty years ago and now they had acquired some of the wonders of the world, so they claimed, and every town turned out to see their great performance. Clowns, bareback riders, men eight feet tall down to three feet tall-yes, all the tawdriness and abnormality which go to make up a circus were found threefold in this one. Barkers screaming until surely their lungs must burst- curious, gaping people, milling and shuffling in and out of side shows, some awe- struck, more bored, and still more with just that blank look which accompanies the spectators after an hour's worth of the circus. The midget show was drawing the biggest crowd. Inside the tent was a world of little folk, sitting, standing and talking like normal human beings, but always being careful to keep themselves in the full view of the passing throng. The onlookers must not be cheated of their money's worth in watching the actions of these poor distorted little men. The most appealing of this wretched group was the one standing nearest the exit. He was different and seemed strangely apart from the rest. His charm lay in the direct gaze of his intelligent blue eyes. They were the eyes of the same happy boy born twenty years ago in a small home on a weird night. Happy eyes now? No, they were changed now, masked with courage. Carno had changed, too. His once healthy little body was now emaciated to the point of being gruesome. Nature had wreaked all the vengeance of a stormy night upon his childish frame. It must have been a slow death for Camo to have the physical degeneration that should come with age, instead, come with youth. Carno's development had been retarded with the ceasing function of certain glands and within several years his growth was altogether stunted. Now he was a man of twenty and from his eyes through his forehead to the nape ot his neck he had developed normally as a youth of twenty should. The entire rest of his body, however, had failed to mature. He had to wear high, little shoes to help support his spindly legs. His thin, warped arms corresponded to his little legs, and his tiny chest was still the size of a six-year-old. He was three feet five inches in height and a challenge to any belief in God and mercy-anyway, until you met his eyes. They were brave and true and only could fleeting seconds produce the hurt look which tried so hard to haunt them. Carno had joined the circus at eighteen. Oddly enough, after his illness his relations with his family became strained. He couldn't hamper themg besides there was another l40l little brother and sister to occupy them now, so Carno was left to hnd a job and become self-supporting. However, jobs were scarce enough as it was and scarcer still when the seeker was a deformed individual. His last resort was the circus, for was it not the home of many an unusual sight? Carno didn't see the people that stared at him endlessly day and night. He saw only future plans for a business in which he could live a normal life and his present life as one step toward it. Carno wanted to be like other people. He wasn't planned for this sort of life, but unaccepted by the other midgets because he was not a true midget and incapable of meeting the social requirements of his own race, what sort of a life was his to be? At twenty years he was still a misfit in the world, but Carno had faith and courage, and, God, what blessings they can be! His turn of fortune finally came for him when Smith Bros. toured St. Louis. Carno had taken a day off to talk with Pete Barclay of the Gates Insurance Co. and at the end of the interview had won for himself the job of salesman. In the first place, Pete told Mr. Gates later, the little fellow is a great example of how and when insurance can come in handy. I just took him on a hunch and he looks as smart as a dollar. Four months had elapsed and Camo had proved as bright as many a dollar. He was the best salesman on the staff, and his cards read, MR. CARNO RICHARDSON The little man with the big Co. Life had Hnally changed for him but it still wasn't a bed of roses. He had to walk on unfiinchingly when people stopped dead in their tracks to stare at him, when they paused with forks in mid-air as he'd climb up on the seats at lunch counters, and when at nights he wanted to cry like a baby over his tiny, flabby body, instead he'd pick up the paper and read about the misfortunes of others. Carno's body had been sapped of everything but his courage. It had become his armour-invincible. He proved so good in his business that Mr. Gates began to take notice of him and gradually to develop a great liking for him. The Gates became very fond of Cai-no and had him out to their home often for dinner. They were considerate and every time he visited they got their little daughter's rocking chair for him to sit in. When Mr. Gates died suddenly, Camo lost his only great friend and faced life once more with memories of short-lived happiness. Carno had one desire which emanated from his business life. This longing was to own a specially made car built for his own size and convenience. So successful was he in his work, it was not long before his dream was realized. Now Carno had three things in life, his car, his business, and loneliness for companionship. It was these three things which promoted his friendship with Carol. Carol was on his list to interview for insurance policies and after his first meeting with her he used his business as an excuse for seeing her at frequent intervals. Carno's last misfortune, or maybe it was a blessing in disguise. befell when he found himself in love with Carol. In her presence he felt himself repulsive and became ashamed. It must have been the only occasion in his life where his courage failed him. It was pathetic. To acknowledge his feeling for her was unthinkable. It was not the fact that she would not care for him fCarno had long ceased to think in terms of people liking himj, but he could not allow his ugliness to touch her loveliness. Carol was so horribly poor. Carno was capable of supporting her. Several days later Carno took out an insurance policy in her name but unbeknown to her, stating that at his death she was to be the beneficiary. It was a week later on a dark, sullen night. It was a night with sinister clouds and restless winds, the prelude to the tempest. On this night Carno chose to drive out in his midget auto to meet the storm. A slight turn of the wrist-it was all over. The storm had ceased. The most courageous of hearts had stopped, the most courageous of eyes had closed. Dear God, can we even understand such courage? ERNESTINE WITTE, Senior. I 41 i They fight Success ! For what? A cause Elusive, far, They say is good and right. To strive, and drive, and gain But then they die. Where is their cause? A little fame, and still hope more. Dead, t00. Success? EMMA JOE CLARK, Senior. DEBORAH SMITH, Senior. CLIMBING I started up a winding path From troubled valleys far below, And up and up I clambered, slow. I climbed above the straight tall pines To where bare rocks and cliffs protrude, On into nature's solitude. And there upon a crag I stood, No sound but breezes blowing past, No view but calm blue sky, at last. VIRGINIA SIMPSON, Senior. DAY DREAM One fall afternoon when I was sitting in my room I happened to glance out of a window. A small bird attracted my attention. It was a small dark bird, something like a sparrow. The bird flew around in the trees for a few minutes and then it suddenly disappeared into the clouds. My attention was then drawn to the ground. Beneath my window was spread a carpet of leaves. These leaves were a dark brown, but when I looked a little closer I noticed they were little dancing elves dressed in green, red and yellow. They were dancing around a throne made of moss, while on this throne there sat a fairy princess dressed in a beautiful white gown. Around the fairy danced a circle of little elves dressed in green leaves with hats of a golden shade. A few moments later more elves came from behind the throne and danced in a circle surrounding the elves dressed in green, but these little elves were dressed in red leaves with their funny little golden hats placed on their heads. Suddenly from behind the throne came another group of elves. These little men were dressed in golden leaves and they also had on their little golden hats. Then there came a terrific noise which caused me to wake up. I looked around to see where the little elves had gone to, but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead I saw red, yellow and green leaves fluttering on the ground from the thunder and wind of an approaching storm. All that was left of my beautiful little fairy princess was an ugly dying dandelion. MARGARET ELLEN OBERFELL, Sophomore. NEW YORK SLUMS Blaring radios screaming from the tiny stuffy, closed-up windows, Smells that speak of fresh and stale food, weekly washes, cigarette smoke, Noisy chatter, gay-unhappy, coarse and common, high- and low-voiced, Loafing men and dirty children, part of the nation's mass, these poor folk. Worthless, idle, all are tragic, leading lives of pain, these poor folk. In the slums where all are flat-broke. Startling cries that pierce your heart, and raucous laughs displaying no joy, Feeling that you're never trusted-having aches and tears that choke you. No work to be had in Brooklyn-or in any place at all now. Women working, dull and grimy, men just sitting, quitting, all blue. Rich folks slumming come and laugh here, dressed in ermines-gay, and not blue. ln the slums where no dreams come true. ANNE ASHLEY SNYDER, Senior. ' I42l SONG The sea, once in an hour of mirth, Rocked softly 'gainst the rolling earth. And laughing lightly whirled and danced, Against the rough and rocky firth. Then softly it whirled into the bay, And misted in a cloud of gray. BARBARA SHACKELFORD, Sophomore. I TRANSFORMATION Warm, soft, vital sunshine finds its way from miles above to a ball of silky fur curled up on the brown earth below. The ball is gray, almost without other marks of identification. Slowly it becomes alive. A twitch, a drowsy blink, and a lemon yellow eye is apparent, the tiny slit which seems so insignificant sees the world and reflects the sight with almost human expression. The bundle of softness uncurls, stretches lazily, rolls over revealing a round stomach which invites affectionate tickling. The paws are extended upward in languid relaxation, droop again. The eyes are closed, the ear is motionless. A soft, faintly audible purr is heard, and dies away. The sun is kind .... The air fairly cracklesg the planets seem infinitely far away, their light is cold and white and clear. Beneath them is a hardly discernible figure-taut and aware. A gun- metal tone that fades into the shadows is the only color to be seen, except for two deep wells of purple-two eyes that are omniscient, that see far into space. The body is supple and slender, poised for any motion. Every nerve quiversg yet the figure is still, contemplating the next action. A wild light comes into the eyes as a distant plaintive cry is heard. The throat stretches toward the sky in an eerie response. There is nothing familiar about the sight. It is in the world of the moon. ELLEN DAY BONNIFIELD, Senior. STUDY I walked beside her as she trudged slowly along the dusty road. The sun was bright, the air sultry, and as she walked I could hear her quick animal-like breathing, so still life seemed. There was an old blanket wrapped loosely around her body, and her brown skin glistened like bronze in the sun's warm glow. Her hair, an oily jet black, was carefully combed and hung in long braids behind her. Her face was as silent as the moon, and the calm rhythmic expression seemed carved out of ebony-so intent was she to reach her destination. Her eyes were a rich deep brown, and stared with grim determination towards their goal. Her forehead was furrowed, but more from strenuous physical life than from mental worries. Her form was solid, yet full of the energy of a healthy life, and her slight stoop was a sign of alertness rather than weakness. As she continued on her way alone, she left behind her a feeling of a deeper, truer, understanding of life. KATHARINE CRONIN, Junior. A VALENTINE A valentine I intended to send, But I tore it apart. A The message was sweet that on it I penned. A valentine I intended to send, When off down the street with a handsome new friend I saw my dear Ethel depart. A valentine I intended to send, But I tore it apart. PATSY PEABQDY, Senior. l43l 1 I ,. 2 l N OSTALGIA Did you ever see an apple Orchard in the spring? An English apple orchard In the spring, in the spring? No, but I can see it in my day-dreams-England with its Dover cliffs, fresh green countrysides dotted here and there with apple orchards, fragrant, picturesque-blue skies overhead and a calm sea below. All my life I have wanted to see my dreams come true-to see an English apple orchard in the spring, to see England. Think of Oxford, of Westminster Abbey, of Buckingham Palace, of the Thames, of Parliament, of St. Paul's Cathedral, of the Mews, of punting on the rivers. Then think of the country, of thatched roofed cottages, of wisteria and flowers surrounding them, of pleasantly sloping countrysides--everything that is lovely-of England's traditions and famous people, gallant, brave, kind, loving their country better than their lives. All this makes me love England, and some day I will see her-not in my dreams, but really. . ESTHER ALLEN, junior. SUMMER SUNSET The sun was a blazing ball of fire As it drifted toward the west, Casting a shadowy light on the world As it settled down to rest. And each tiny bird in the forest's green shade Was hastening home to his rest. As the sun cast its last departing ray From the ribbon of hills across the bay, There burst forth a splendor in shining array From the bright clouds' highest crest. The lake was a sheet of shimmering gold Whose glory seemed to increase 'Neath the brilliance of the fiery sky, Fringed with a golden fleece, But the pageant passed in its flaming dress, Although it was loth to ceaseg And in the fading purple light The birds were trilling their last good-night As softly treading came the night With a comforting cloak of peace. SUSAN JANE MARTY, Sophomore IMPRESSION When I was in Cambridge, Massachusetts, I had my first ride on a subway. There was one thing that attracted my attention very much and that was The Third Rail. In my dreams and thinking ever since that first subway ride, dwelt the words: What if I ever should tumble into that place where the subway goes and fall on the third rail? When I was on this subway every once in a while the train shook and the lights blinked on and off, and I was reminded of the source of the dangerous power. FRANCES CAPPON, Eighth Grade. l44l , sp,-isamy , . wfmlu: f'Xg.fa'.a..'H I' '- ,, Muna-ew..jg.-nu4qg.x W THOUGHTS How hard it is to determine the significance of her words. If only I could tell what thoughts lie behind them and her everlasting smiles. I often wonder if the small things which she says as we talk together affect her as they do me. Does she feel them or know that the words she utters, her smilelets, and all her little mannerisms are cherished in this heart? How could she? And yet I tell her again and again but she gaily laughs and tosses her head to one side-I cannot go on-she will never listen to me or believe me. Her mind was never meant to be serious. I do not blame her. Yet if only for one moment it could be this way. It never will. Then I was told, her brother-and yet I could not believe it-lost at sea. Why had she never spoken of him to me? Why had I never heard from her father? Yes, now I see--it was for his sake, she must keep him happy, at least not make his burden heavier with her own grief. Somehow I cannot believe that they didn't break and speak of him when they took their long walks together on the beach each evening. The same pounding sea that had taken him, ringing in their ears. They could not help but think of him. Did they hate the ocean? No, it could not be or else they would walk some other place. I think they love it just as I. They walk at seven, just when his ship was reported to have gone down. I believe I understand. How I admire her courage, everything about her-too perfect for me and yet I cherish the idea. I have read of people laughing at life while their hearts were breaking. But she is different--she does not laugh at life, merely covers up its wound. Tomorrow I shall walk with her. We shall stop and sit together at Midway Point where the breakers beat furiously against the rocks. We shall talk of him and for one moment the laughter in her eyes will vanish and they will be filled with tears. I have never seen them that way. I shall hold her close to me. Not many words will pass be- tween us but there will be more than empty words. From thence forward we shall be one. BETTY Sci-IAUFFLER, Senior. MOUNTAIN, MIST AND VALLEY Success-what is it? Men strive, live and die for success, but what do they achieve when they attain it? Do they become happy and prosperous till their life's end? This is the true success, but men do not know this. No, they are blinded by the artificial success. They seek the one spectacular glow, and then find the dull ashes that follow. The world is inspired toward success by the brilliant figures that lead it. There are always enough of these people so that when they one by one slowly drop into oblivion, no one notices. These men have known the success they strove for and now they want security. But the real success is not for them. By slow, not always honest steps, they toiled toward the mountain's peak. Everything that hinted of moderately prosperous security was pushed aside. Love, hope, everything was centered on the summit of the mountain. Travel-worn companions dropped along the road, but a few determined souls reached the top. From there they commanded the earth. The earth looked up to them, admired them, envied them. But the mountain peak was small, and ambitious young men were also achieving the summit. Slowly those who had stood firmly at first began to be crowded down the other side. They may have been growing old or they may have misstepped and stumbled or their footing may never have been too steady, but whatever it was, they were shoved down-down to where the mists enveloped them. Mountain mists are cold and grey and those who had known the light of fame struggled futilely to climb back whence they had slipped. But there was no helping hand of hope and youth, and gradually they slid down-down the mountain which they had struggled to climb. Nothing stopped their fall and soon they found themselves deep in a valley. It is a valley walled by despair, poverty, and hatred. Hard it is to bear with the memory of fame still smouldering. This is the success that men seek-mountain, mist, and valley. If they knew the despair that follows, would they climb the mountain? Certainly- who does not think that he is an exception? NANCY POTEET, Senior. l45l The Apprentice and the Knight Cynthia Van Cle APPRENTICES TALE Today I must finish my good knight Sir Alexander Granada's saddle. This most kind sir has ordered from me such a saddle as has never before been put on the back of a horse, all bright with gold and silver and of the finest leather ever taken from a calf. But before I tell you about my knight's saddle I would like to tell you how I came about getting the order, for it is a most interesting tale, and here is how it goes: Wlien my father got me this apprenticeship which was nearly eight years ago, he told my good instructor Gregory Getup that I was to be the finest saddler in all England fnay, in all the world-and because of this my father chose Gregory to instruct me, for he knew that at that time no man was greater than Gregory. So for all these long years I have worked hard and well and have learned to know the finest leathers by their softness, the strongest metals by their ring, and the purest wool by its texture. All of this and more Getup has taught me and I have learned well. Now, as you know, each and every man must pass a test that the guildsmen of that town give. To discover if we apprentices have really learned our trade, we must make a very fine article that will pass the most rigid tests of the guildsmen. Be it a pair of silver hose or a suit of armor, it must be of the finest type, and all of this takes much money. We do not get paid when we are apprentices-only a few coppers for amusement and the like-so naturally it is very difficult to make an article of line quality when one has not the money to buy the materials needed. As my apprenticeship has been drawing to a close the idea of where I could get the money to make a fine saddle has ever been in my mind, but no good thought would come to me. Not many weeks ago while carrying to Sir Charles Madred a newly wrought stirrup for the one he had broken in battle, I passed a knight standing by his horse looking at his badly scarred saddle. Now saddlery being my business I thought it could not be wrong of me to stop and speak of it to this good knight. rim Good day, Sir, said I pulling my horse up close by. Good day, and what have you that you stop and speak? Only, Sir, that I noticed you were looking on your saddle with no little displeasure and being of that trade I thought mayhap I could serve you, said I, hoping this knight would take no offence and hoping too that he would not have me dragged through the streets for soliciting business for myself instead of my good master Gregory Getup, if only you would let me, Sir. Well said, lad, and for that I shall tell you why I look so on this saddle with ill favor. My lady, Veronica of Arinocia, is within a few short weeks coming to our town to watch the tournaments. Having sworn myself true to this lady above all else but God and the King I cannot have her see a poor knight ride with her colors in his helmet. Now, having a goodly sum laid aside, I will have you make me a saddle if you can do it in so short a time. So said this fine man and got upon his steed where he sat waiting for my reply. Oh, good knight, I answered finally with a bit of a shake in my voice, I should gladly make you the finest saddle that ever a knight rode upon if it were possible. What mean you? asked the knight quite sternly. Did you not say you were a saddle maker--did you not? Yes, Sir, that I said and that I meant, for it is the truth, but I am not a master craftsman, good knight. Still only an apprentice am I although this is my eighth and last ear. Xb, so! And do not all apprentices have to pass a test before they can sell their oods? g Yes, Sir, said I and then the idea struck me that this goodly fellow might help meg so with some courage I added, but, Sir, we must have money to buy materials to make an article that will pass the tests and I have none. Though you cannot sell your articles you can, mayhap, give away an article? Yes, Sir, said I hardly controlling myself because I thought I knew what this man was thinking. Well then, my little apprentice, I shall buy you such materials as you have never before used in any saddles you have made thus far and you shall make for me the most wonderful saddle any knight ever rode on. But, good knight, I answered to this, hoping to prove myself honest, how do you know that I am telling you the truth when I say that I can make you a proper saddle? Should you not go to my instructor Gregory Getup and inquire after my work? Aye, that I shall do and now, for we must get the materials soon. There is not much time in which to make so time a saddle. Off we rode side by side to Getup's shop where my knight talked to him and laid the lans. Tgday I must Hnish my good knight Sir Alexander Granada's saddle. He has viewed it in the process of making many times and has admired my handwork and praised me over and over. After I press the gold into the rims of the stirrups my. good knight's saddle will be through and if ever you should see a handsome knight a-riding down the street, whose saddle so glistens and sparkles in the sun that all who view it say it is too beautiful for fighting, just nod your head and tell them that is the saddle an apprentice made of all the strongest metals ever known and all the most beautiful designs ever seen. PHILLIS ABRY, junior. . WINTER DAWN The black of the night begins to fade into a dismal gray but the city lights prick its cloudy thickness like sharp pin points. At last the sky, tiring of such a dreary garb, changes into a frigid blue that cuts the air with its cold, penetrating hues and makes the lights, a little dimmer now, look like the fragile silver stars on a Christmas card. But now the day, pushing off her blanket and shivering in the icy air, comes forth in all her pale glory, whiter than the snow, painting the gray shadows of buildings and sketching the slender trees with a black pencil. SUSAN JANE MARTY, Sophomore. l47l am l CROWDS Crowds . . . As she sits looking at them, surrounding her on all sides, resentment surges through her. They are selfish, cruel things, crowds. They ignore you when you are in trouble, when you need them, pester you, haunt your every movement when the thing you most desire is solitude. She sits brooding .... That time so many years ago flashes through her mind, that time when she first came to the city, that time when all she could see in the world was crowds. That was the time when she wanted to die, for at least she wouldn't be lonely after death. Surely in the other world the crowds wouldn't be lonely crowds. Then she had met him and loneliness had passed. A time of joy had been after that .... But crowds return to her mind. She sees once more the second tragic period of her life, the period when he had been run over-killed. The crowds had been all around her then, too. But it was the one time she had wanted to be alone, to feel her grief as intensely as possible. Yes, the crowds were there, then. Curious, pushing, morbidly staring, helpless crowds .... Still she sits paralyzed by her deep feeling .... She hated crowds, passionately, bitterly, she hated them-selfish, cruel crowds .... She rises, mixes among the mob. A little child's screams are heard near her. She runs over with the rest. The little one's dog lies dead, run down by a truck. With the others she stares, not knowing what to do. People push and surge about her. Everyone has a suggestion of what to do, she, too. But at last she leaves the scene. She hates crowds. Near the outside is a young boy-such a sad, lonely looking boy. Fresh from the country, one would guess. His eyes are beseeching, looking for someone to talk to .... She sees him, passes on .... Crowds .... ELLEN DAY BONNIFIELD, Senior. DAY DREAMS What do you do when you're all alone, When you're weary of care and strife? Of course you dream as the rest of us do Of the things you want from life. The painter dreams of his picture, The sailor dreams of his sea, And I, I dream of simple things, But they're beautiful to me. ALICE SEBREE, Senior. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES IN A STUDY HALL The main purpose of a study hall is to maintain an orderly quietness where one may study. But although everyone starts out with the best intentions, somehow the studiers stray off the track before the hour is over. I have observed the various directions in which they wander and have endeavored to classify them in types. The first type is the Flapper. She is always thinking about her appearance. She holds a book in front of her and her eyes read the words but they don't register in her brain because she is constantly raising the desk lid to look in the mirror inside and fix her lipstick just so. While the book is propped in front of her she is filing her fingernails. The next type is the Dreamer. This type sits in one position and stares blankly and unseeingly ahead. Her mind, I suppose, is filled with glorious daydreams, but you never could guess what they were by the dazed look on her face. This type is usually artistic and sensitive and capable of doing highly intelligent work if she ever put her mind to it. The third type is the Wise Guy. She spends all of her time trying to put something over the study hall keeper, who knows exactly what is going on. She is constantly passing notes in what she thinks are ingenious ways and is continually holding sly conversations. When she is called down it only serves to arouse her to further schemes and plots. She really thinks herself smart and it seems to her she is playing a brilliant game of matching wits with her superior. Our next type is the Abrlmct Stzzdier. I italicized this because it is by far the most common. She has the right idea but she just can't seem to get around to doing it. She l48l mx L 'i L I L 7.1 Til , gets her books all ready, her pen all set and poised and then something always happens. Someone walks by in the hall and it is imperative to see who it is. Then there is the most beautiful convertible coupe passing down the street and she wouldn't miss it for worlds. Now she really must get down to business. I.et's see, what's the date? january 7, 1937. Oh, it's 1938. And so it goes. I'm sure everyone has been in this mood at sometime and knows how it is to try so hard and still get nowhere. The next type is the Dawdler. She spends her time cutting out pictures of her favorite movie star and pasting them in her scrap book. When she has wasted a study hall in this way she feels quite elated because she thinks that much has been accomplished and I suppose a lot has been done in her way of seeing things. Now we come to the last type on the list, which is the Real Student. As she is prac- tically extinct, there is little known about her except that she seems to concentrate on studying in the study hall, which is indeed unusual and rare. In ending my observations, I would like to say that seldom a girl is habitually one specific type. She has her moods and acts accordingly. Her actions usually come under one of my classifications, at one time or another, so next time you are in study hall stop and think what I would be calling you if I were there. CHARLOTTE LUISE Lvsus, Sophomore. LULU Yes, it really was Lulu, a former maid of ours. She had hardly changed at all, except, of course, for age. I remember when she first came to work for us. I answered the door-and there she stood-looking as though she had lost her last friend. I'll never forget her pathetic face as she told us that she had been out of work for a long time. She wasn't very presentable, but mother decided to try her out and so she hired her. She was a tall colored woman. She certainly wasn't overfed and as a result her collar- bone was very prominent. It seemed as though her large hands with the long fingers and clawy fingernails were always getting into something and her large brown eyes seemed to see everything that went on. She had long, black, coarse hair without a trace of curl in it and it was always hanging down in front of her eyes. Although her ears were small, she never missed a thing that was said and seemed to know about every- thing. Her face was about medium size with a high forehead. Her nose looked like a prize-fighter's nose. You know, large and flat. Yet there was one thing that was attractive about her. When she smiled, you were immediately conscious of her bright, white teeth which were as straight as they could be. But she had big thick lips that almost hid her pretty teeth. I saw her occasionally and most of the time she devoured her food as ravenously as Dr. Samuel johnson. You're probably wondering why we kept her. The reason is that she did very good work. She was slow but she did everything thoroughly. And I liked her, for she was very kind and nice. And as I just now saw her walking down the street, all this has come back to me. She's probably the same old Lulu. She sulks along the street as she did then. Yes, Lulu certainly was a lulu. joL1NE Bowuss, Freshman. LATE FALL It was a cold and cloudy day. The dry brown earth lay open to the blows of winter except where a few remaining wizened leaves sheltered it. The persistent wind made the black arms of the tall trees lash themselves, perhaps to keep their sap running until spring. Along the scene no bird was seeking worms, no squirrel was stealing nuts. All these things were gone like the summer, and the birds, with the summer, had gone south. The only thing left of the fruitful past was a fat brown rabbit, blown by the wind into a cold burrow in the ground. His plentiful fur perhaps kept him warm, but not for long, for winter's Spartan rule would starve him clean of fat and leave him ragged fur and life, if hungry man did not take that for food. The green pine trees, whose limbs retained their summer garb, stood out in all this dreary world. It was a cheerful sight amidst the gloomy brown, for thoughts of Christmas come when pine trees reign, and sadness passes at the thought. PATSY PEABODY, Senior. E491 The sea The sky Was still. And now Is streaked with pink Within the sun's last arc Upon the blue, the birds A fishing boat came into sight Are chirping, Wake, my sweet, for this And passed. Is morn. BETSEY GRANT, Senior. VIRGINIA SIMPSON, Senior. DECEIT Deceit can be the very gall of life- It stabs your every trust with points of steel, It sears with bitter words and blackened strife A wound upon your pride, faith cannot heal. Deceit grinds loyalty beneath its heel As mills press grain and crush it into bits. Deceit strikes suddenly, it does not steal Upon its victims whom it soon outwits. Then reason to mistrust and foolish fears submits. NONIE BALES, junior. LATE SPRING The old orchard was putting up a gallant fight against the chilling winds that con- tinued to blow even so late in the year as this. My favorite apple, that had grown from a tiny slip to the largest fruit tree in the county, looked a bit forlorn. It seemed to be weeping white and pink tears fthe flower petals which fell too soonj and saying in a hoarse voice as the branches creaked in the wind, No fruit, no fruit, no fruit. PI-IILLIS ABRY, junior. TWILIGHT just after sunset comes that time of day termed twilight. It is the merging of day into night. Twilight brings with it a feeling of restful and satisfied contentment. The world stops for a moment in its headlong rushing and reflects. Out of this reflection something emerges which matures you and helps you to continue the next day. Each day is like a lifetime in its different stages and twilight is the old age of a day. Like old age, it is mellow, ripe and peaceful. All is finished that may be accomplished for that day but there are always more tomorrows to look forward to. CHARLOTTE LUISE LYSLE, Sophomore. REBIRTI-I A newly freed man, from the depths of a cell, Walked out in the world, with a will to rebel. He stood on a hilltop blown clean by the winds, But his thoughts were of hate, the cruel bondslave of sins. Then a bird winging high caught his wandering eye, And his heart felt a gladness that soared to the sky, For at last he was free, like that sky-bird up there, And life was all his, without grief, without care. His future was vivid, the past dead and dim, A thing best forgotten and hidden by him. The bells from a steeple ran out loud and clear, His heart answered, praising the joy of no fear- No fear of the darkness, nor fearof the damp, Of the dirt and the squalor of some prison camp. With shoulders squared back, and eyes straight and true, He gazed on a world to be conquered anew. EMMA jon CLARK, Senior. I 50 I DANCING Of all the mornings in the year It's Friday that I mostly fear, For then we go down in the cellar And put on little suits of yellar. If the temperature is zero, Anybody is a hero Who will trot up in the gym Looking like a cherubim. You see every kind of legs, Some like barrels, some like pegs, Some are straight and some are bowed, Some are even pigeon-toed. First we bend and then we kickg Then we all feel choleric. And though our necks we may displace We do this for the sake of grace. MARTHA DAVIDSON, junior. THE STREAM The stream was swift and sharp. At Hrst it seemed a kind of demon as it went roaring down the mountain side, cutting its way through rocks and under trees. But then as it slid into the valley, it seemed to change and grow into a fairy thing. Its thundering roar became sweet, gentle music, rather like the tinkling of dainty silver bells. And instead of being swift and sharp it seemed to linger and take its own time as it wandered here and there, between and under the long and languorous spruce trees. Now it flowed around a tiny island where its water dappled the green ferns that drooped their feathered heads. It was not an unusual stream at all until it flowed through a tiny glade, where a ray of sunlight shot through a ceiling of aspen and spruce trees, and then it became the most beautiful thing in the world. The sunlight danced lightly on it, giving it a deep amber glow. When it trickled over some pebbles it was shot with deep blues and clear greens. Then it seemed to be a sort of wild thing, dancing and spinning. And when it lay clear and still it was like smooth crystal. This little stream was seemingly only one of the many that flowed in the mountains of Colorado but in truth it was like no other stream that could be found anywhere. BARBARA SHACKELFORD, Sophomore. GUESS WHO They hop around like little elves, Taking books from off the shelves, jumping up and dashing out To get some water from the spout. They squirm and they wiggle. They snicker and giggle. They talk and chatter all day long And are forever doing wrong. They titter while in study halls- The noise they make could shake the walls. They sharpen pencils, drop their books, Ignore the teachers' austere looks. Of pep and energy they're made, Our happy, carefree, young Eighth Grade. BETTY SCHAUFFLER, Senior. I 51 J Phillip Deacon Nathalie Barker TRIAL BY ERROR It is peculiar what a queer effect fog has on noise. It deadens vibration and makes footsteps have an adhesive sound. Phillip Deacon could again feel the fog around him as he sat in a worn chair in his room and relived the past three hours. He presented an unusually arresting picture with his big angular body slumped in the chair, his studious brow furrowed with trying to think through the most important change in his life. How queer that such a usual event as his solitary evening walk should give him a detached view of himself which he would never forget. What second sense had told him that the man ahead who had just disengaged himself from the shadow of a door- way was a thief? Perhaps his walk was more purposeful than most!but when he had taken that woman's purse Phillip had known he must talk to himg make him understand it from a religious viewpoint. After all, Phillip would owe a debt to the world, if he became a minister. Although he was no coward he wondered, now, at his own daring in forcing the man to accompany him to his room. Thieves are really quite desperate- The fellow's look had been surprising, not downcast and shifty-eyed but aggressive and belligerent. It had made Phillip feel quite guilty for bothering him. Moreover, he had been so entirely unmoved by Phillip's admonitions, even offering argument. One could hardly blame him for feeling that the bare necessities were more important than a code of morality. However, he admitted he preferred the easiest way, even if he had the bare necessities. Of course the day would come when the man would need higher help-still he claimed no conscience, and he probably had none! When he stood up and said, You can't convince me that the way of hunger and slaving, gruelling work is the right way when you can offer me no proof of reward for so much sacrifice, that had been the one moment. If only he could have shown him the prima lure, could have told him some reasons for his conversion, but they were so indefinable, he was powerless. That moment would live in his memory as the most utter defeat of his life. The right words from the right man would have turned aside a t52i wrong-doerg yet he had been mute.-As the man's footsteps died in the night Phillip had known that he could never recall them and relive those hours. That man's welfare suddenly took on enormous aspects and Phillip saw him as the symbol of the failure of his ministry. How could he ever justify himself to an entire congregation when he could offer no convincing proof to a pickpocket? Perhaps by the aid of dogmas, environmental conscience and effortlessly sinless lives he might keep a handful of parishioners to their tithes, but he would never escape the awareness that he lacked the spark, the innermost necessity of Christian conversion. Then he realized why the night had been so emotionally upsetting-he had known since that man had gone that he must give up his life plans. lt would not be hypocrisy to go on, but he would be so conscious of a weakness, a fear never conquered. He would never meet another like the one tonight, but the remembrance of personal defeat would linger on. As he rose and saw the semidarkness of morning he knew his belief was as strong as ever. Although he realized his efforts to convert others would probably be futile, it was only pity that he could feel for those who could find no solace in God. As morning dawned Phillip Deacon took his Bible from the shelf and began to read. JEANNE STEPHENS, Senior. FOOLS Fools We find in plays. They walk upon the stageg They say their part, so small, and then Are gone. Fools Who live their lives And think they understand What God intends for man, who know The all and yet are ignorant. Oh Fools- We mortals. NATHALIE BARKER, Senior. TI-IE DESCRIPTION OF MR. HAVENS The first time I saw him was on the beach at the inn by the sea on the gulf coast. He certainly looked as if he needed the warm sun and the shallow salt water. There he sat basking in the sun, a tall, thin creature clad in brown trunks. Mr. Havens looked just like a bird with all the feathers plucked off. At the unmerciful hour of six-thirty in the morning Mr. Havens was supposed to take for his breakfast an energy cup of coca cola. Perhaps this weird habit was respon- sible for his queer jumping manners. He would jerk his head and sputter forth like a sparrow pecking for food in mid-winter. His thick red lips stood out from his face like one of those African mouths. His brown hair fat best all that he hadj was pushed back upon his cold, barren head. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses adorned a face that was called sickly looking. This all sounds bad enough, but we really did not appreciate the long drawn out beauty of him until we were caught in a rain storm, out in the speedboat one day. The air turned cold, the wind was blowing hard, but our friend, clad only in shorts, insisted upon remaining on his high perch on the back of the seat. Goose flesh adorned his chest, rain was streaming down his face, his glasses were two circles of mist and his teeth were chattering. But could he take it! The rest of us crowded under canvas in the bottom of the boat. We called to him to join us, but he bravely chartered N-o-o-no! I'm n-not a b-b-i-t c-c-c-c-cold. He could take it, which all goes to show that it isn't fair to judge by appearances. SALLIE STANLEY, Sophomore. I53l Difference i The smoke Makes the world go Of factory shops Round-that's why when you and Goes up and up and up, I agree the world stands still for you And then it forms an angel's shroud, And me. A cloud. ELIZABETH HOUGH, Senior. SUE JOHNSTON, Senior. FRIENDSHIP It has been said that friendship is one of the most valuable gifts a person can possess. How very true this is. Real friendship is that indescribable understanding and fellow love that is hard to equal. When you meet a friend you are glad with her-enjoy her company-contemplate her often. But when she becomes a friend who is real, you rejoice with her-aid her in her troubles and sorrow-and help her adjust herself to the inevitable. So you may see that where you first liked her-you now trust her, where you enjoyed her-you now love her, where you once took her for granted-you now appreciate her. This is true friendship. KATHARINE CRONIN, junior. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK Yes, I am a candid camera fan, only my camera is not candid. I work and strive to take unusual pictures, such as can be made by climbing on top of the backboard of the basket-ball net and taking the players. It was one gym period that I thought of the idea. We were all craning our respective necks as the ball rolled around the rim of the basket and then suddenly jumped in and came bounding down to the fioor below. We heaved a huge sigh of relief, and stretched out upon the floor. It was there that my brain storm descended upon me. So--! Next day I came all equipped with camera, films and a lot of fake courage. I told Miss Myra my plan and she agreed to let me try this once. I calmly changed into my climbing clothes, and began the perilous ascent. I gingerly climbed to the top of the stall bars, and looking up into that network of thin steel wires that was now going to bear my precious weight, I suddenly got cold chills. Therefore to get up more courage-as I said before I had it all manufactured, but somehow I had lost most of it looking into the strands of wire-I called to one of my models who was playing badminton fl thought she should have been standing below me, wide-eyed with fear, but everyone has a right to his own opinion and this didn't happen to be hersj, and she came at once and took my camera from me. Well, now began the really dangerous ascent which my courage and I had to face. We both struggled upward until we finally reached the top. My courage was a little slow and of course I couldn't leave it behind so we didn't break the record. We straddled a back bar, and made a cautious reach for the camera far below in my model's hand. I finally got the camera and began to set it, meanwhile moving from side to side because of the dizzy heights. At last my camera was set, my models placed. I clicked the camera and the picture was taken! It wasn't till then that I began to fear the descent. But oh, when I did! I handed down my camera, wishing someone would hand me down, but no such luck. Slowly I untangled myself and inch by inch felt my way to the floor. QI was even brave enough to jump the last two stall bars.j I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around for an admiring public to applaud my journey, but my admiring public was playing a rousing game of aerial darts. I picked up my camera and took it into Miss Myra's office. She said that she hoped the picture was good and I returned that such things were all in a day's work of a candid camera fiend. SALLY BET RIDGE, Sophomore. Oh, gee! Retreat- I wonder why A burning fear, A tree's a tree. I'd like No sound, no warning voice, To know why me is me. I think At last, a tap, a shout rang out- It's God. You're it. MARY Lou WILLARD, junior. BETTY FAYE SMITH, Senior. I54l OF FAITH The difference between philosophies of life does not lie in the belief that there is and must be some God, but in what that God may be. Even the most rabid atheist worships something, consciously or unconsciously. And some very religious persons worship something other than the conception of God as it is taught in Sunday School. Everyone must believe in something higher and more powerful than himself, else there is no purpose in the struggle for life which is continually carried on by all forms of living matter. It is when an individual loses his faith in this divine power that his mental turmoil and uncertainty drive him to the point of taking his own life. This state of mind would be comparable, I should imagine, to floundering in some dark and bottomless abyss filled with fetid, moving, invisible beings into which there shines no ray of the light of hope and out ,of which there is no escape. ELLEN SUTHERLAND, junior. A VALENTINE Are you a flower? Nay, a whole garden! You are the scent of lemon verbena and violets, Mignonette and rue. You are as unexpected as the snowdrops In the spring. You are the freshness of mint, and the coolness of moss. You are as delicate as the wind flower, anemone, As lovely as jasmine and thyme. You are the sweetness of meadow clover and wisteria, Marjoram and pinks. You are as colorful as the buttercups In the fields. You are the constancy of marigolds and the enduring myrtle. You are as precious as the orchid, and as rare- True blue-so please forget-me-not. DEBORAH SMITH, Senior. THE COMING OF WINTER It was early morning when I opened the door and looked out. The trees were hung with a silvery mist, and the dew was frosted lightly on the grass. As I walked down the street I heard the leaves pattering noisily behind me. I pulled my coat tightly together. Yes, winter was really coming, for the tang in the wind made me shiver with cold. The fog was as a wall of a house, and I could not see more than a few yards ahead of me. The morning was still, and away 'way up in the sky, I could hear a goose honking faintly. There were no birds to brighten up the morning except a few scolding blue- jays and a dozen drab sparrows. I walked by a field but no autumn flower welcomed me. There were only dry stubbles where the flowers had been. The trees were bare and I no longer heard the tiny peeps of baby birds in their nests. Everything seemed to be wrapt in sleep. The fog was clearing a little and the sun was doing its best to shine brightly through the clouds. The air was wet and I smelled the smell of wood-fires, and of wet, damp leaves. Suddenly things seemed to brighten up, for the sun had hnally succeeded in breaking through the clouds, which still looked rather foreboding. I turned around and briskly started to walk back home when I suddenly stopped and watched a squirrel scurry into his hole with a. huge nut in his mouth to store away for the winter. Yes, I thought, it's really coming. When winter comes, Can spring be far behind? ELIZABETH FRASER, Freshman. I55I LETTER OF A CYCLOPS GIRL Dear Aunt Prudy: I certainly have a lot to tell you. In the first place I have just written an item to Ripley's column because I have a new little cousin who has two eyes. Imagine that. Also we are looking for a new cave to live in. Day before yesterday I saw the most adorable one. It was dark brown with a white rock floor. It had green vines growing on the out- side and a darling sun parlor. But the rent was too high, so we didn't get it. Another thing, we have a brand new vehicle. It is a bright orange 1938 model. It is wide at the front and then narrows to a point with square wheels and a red wagon latch for the goat to be hooked to. It is also trimmed in dusty pink, a new color. Right now Pop is feeding the goats and my mascot. It is a giant zimmeramer and we call it Odysseus, A new girl moved in next door. Her name is Polly Polyphemus. We call her Polly Polly for short, pronounced Polly Polly. Her father is blind. I've got a brand new spring outfit. It is a suit and is baby blue. Mother knitted it out of barbed wire angora. My new shoes are made of wrought iron with steel bows on them. I also have a new hat decorated with corkscrews. I forgot to tell you I am the captain of the sling shot team because I eat Ovaltine and Wheatina and because I am the only girl my age who can sling a hill top three miles. I will leave you now as I am going to the show to see Tyrone Power Taylor in A Cyclops Goes to Town. Love, Tekleh. BARBARA WTNN, Freshman. INDUSTRY It was a wonderful sight! I stood on a hill and gazed at the industrial span that lay at my feet. It was represented by various geometric shapes and forms, cubes topped by cylinders which shot forth clouds of smoke, parallel lines on which round tanks were pulled by steaming engines and triangular beams which constituted the bridges. Each unit was working to the utmost and each was important to the other. This was real! Everything was so solid and firm. .IEANNE ALDEN VIGEANT, Senior. A FIRE The night was dark and cold, and the bright fire gave us a feeling of warmth and security. As we gazed thoughtfully into the leaping flame we seemed to realize its outstanding beauty, something that neither of us had thought or cared much about before. It was so full of life and color with its orange-colored Hame jumping and playing about the black snarled logs. Then the grey smoke, sometimes half hiding the flame, curled upward. As the dying embers began to go, so did its rich color, and soon it was all just a soft, glowing shade of red that would soon grow darker and fainter until it faded into the inky night. BETTY THOMPSON, Sophomore. RECIPE FOR A THEME Ingredients 1 bottle of inspiration 1 bowl of flavoring IV2 cups of good ideas 1 bucket of style 1 canned topic Several pinches of enthusiasm Mix inspiration and ideas, which should be boiling, in a large pan. Add several pinches of enthusiasm. Add topic and flavoring and dissolve. Stir, while cooking, until it will hold its shape. Add style and let cool. To be served in a mold on white paper. This recipe tested and approved May 10, 1937. BETTY ROBERTS. junior. I5GI Great Auerhahn Patsy Peabody LEGEND Grandfather Raoul's voice trailed off into nothingness and little was heard for a mo- ment but the soft pit-pat of the rain falling off the eaves. Stealing through the windows was the scent of the roses' damp bloom. The old carved clock with the picture face tick-tocked on the mantle. The many-colored rugs were soft on the polished lloor, Fritz and Franz, sitting one bright head against a dark one, were lost in enchanted reverie as they turned over in their minds the delicious details of Grandfather's story. A snowy white hunting horse pranced before their eyes. Then Alive, today, Grandfather? So they say, replied the old man. The next morning the August sun rose bright on the freshly washed world. From a little below in the valley came the jubilant voices of the bells of 5alzburg's tifty churches chiming out the hour. Fritz and Franz awoke from their dreams of adventure, and whispered excitedly to each other as they put on their leather breeches and brightly colored vests. W'e shall go through the town and ask Old Ferdinand. He will know, said Fritz. And then let us follow the road to Mirabell, where the Lady Margarethe lived. The stallion maybe waits for her in the woods behind the castle. No one really seems to know. Grandfather didn't. At these last words of his. Franz stopped scrubbing his ruddy face and looked a little doubtfully at Fritz. Perhaps we'll never see Great Auerhahnf' Oh yes, l've heard of those who have. We shall find him somewhere in the woods. Well, let us not go too deep and lose our way. Hurry, Fritz, l'll leave you far be' hind. And after a hasty breakfast of bread and strawberries and cream, Fritz and Franz opened the yellow painted door and went out into the green bordered road, lt was just a short time before they were being jostled about on the funny narrow streets of Salzburg. lt was Festival time, a gay time. The city was a riotous display ot' ,-- 1 color. They crossed a bridge flying gay little flags and then sat for a moment on a bench under a chestnut tree. Everywhere were people in gayly colored fancy dress which flashed garishly on young and old alike. The sun shone brightly on the many church towers and on the pink and blue and yellow roofs of the high and narrow houses. Everywhere was life, gayety and color. The two little boys started in the direction of the Old Quarter, near the birthplace of Mozart. They passed old inns with hand-wrought iron signs hanging out and went through narrow, crooked streets which scarcely ever saw the sunlight except at noon when the sun was overhead, and finally came to a short flight of stairs leading up to a dingy pewter shop. Its windows were well stocked with cups and plates and bowls of all descriptions. Here and there were a piece of copper lustre and a dainty figurine. They went in, and as the tiny bell tinkled an old, old man with a long white beard advanced from the back of the room. Children, he said, enormously pleased, what could bring more joy to me than to see you coming in? Surely you are not interested in my ware today, and I presume you found the house as I directed last week. What brings you here now? You've not lost your way again. Come, come, out with it. Oh no, quickly replied Fritz, placing a trusting hand on the old man's arm. We want to know something. It's rather important. You see, said Franz, we want to find the beautiful white horse, Lady Margarethe's hunting steed. We just want to catch a glimpse of it. In a lower voice he confided, Grandfather says we still may find him alive in the forests today. Tell us where to look. Old Ferdinand, for it was he whom the boys had gone to see, stroked his white beard. He was the embodiment of age and all wisdom. Franz leaned forward in eager anticipation, awaiting the reply. When I was young, I heard of those who saw Lady Margarethe's horse. And I have heard it told that it roamed the forests next to Mirabell. Every evening it goes down to a stream to drink. But to my knowledge this part is only talk. No one has ever seen it there at the brook. Great Auerhahn lives though, my boys. I never doubted that. When I was your age I went to seek him, too. And your luck? chorused the boys. No luck, sadly answered Old Ferdinand. But we shall see Great Auerhahn now we know where to look. You must have looked too carelessly or made too great a noise. Thank you, Old Ferdinand. We'll come again. Tomorrow maybe. The sun was rising high into the sky when the boys skipped down the steps from the pewter shop and made their way through town. They passed the old cathedral and listened to the birds gathered there for food. They passed the Festspielhaus, which is a glorious place on Festival nights. And then before they knew it they were tramping the winding road leading to Mirabell Castle. On each side was the dark green of woods and the spice of pine needles was in the air. As the way went higher the forests deep- ened and they looked down to the village and up to the snow-covered mountains. They saw fewer and fewer people. A narrow road branched off. Down the forest path they went, hand in hand now, a little at loss as to what to do. They walked a while in silence. Great Auerhahn won't be here, Franz, urged Fritz. We must really go into the woods, and quietly, too. We're just below the castle. So Fritz and Franz stepped from the path into the blue-green army of trees. They walked and walked, rising as they went to Mirabell. It was about noon then and the ground was bright and dark in patches. Birds flitted through the boughs. They saw a deer and counted two rabbits. They saw below them a little crystal lake that both had forgotten the name of. And then they came into a shady glade and dipped their hands in the waters of a cool brook. They ate some sandwiches they had brought. I'm tired, Fritz, let's wait a little while, said Franz, yawning a bit and throwing himself in the deep grass beside the stream. Presently Fritz leaned back into the cool grass and they both went to sleep, just as quietly and quickly as could be. They slept while the sun sank lower and the breezes i58l played upon their cheeks and the brook laughed quietly by. The shadows lengthened and the birds began their good-night songs. The boys stirred but did not waken. Franz smiled in his sleep. Suddenly, they roused themselves at the insistent sound of beating. They looked around at the hazy sunlight on everything and held their breath as they distinctly heard hoof beats coming nearer. Perfectly still they lay, hearing the sound grow. And then, emerging from the trees edging the meadow on the other side they saw a milk-white stallion, mane flying and head held high, coming to the bank. They lay so still they scarcely breathed, and wide-eyed with wonder, watched him stretch his beautiful neck down to the crystal water, drink for a long moment, and before they knew what was happening, they saw him gallop across the meadow and into the forest. There was again the sound of beating, receding this time, and then silence, except for the myriad voices of homing birds and the flow of the stream. Home safely again that night, after they had explained away the fears of Father and Mother, they told their story-Mother marvelled with them, Father sent them to bed. DEBORAH SMITH, Senior. THE SEA Oh wave that breaks upon the sandy shore, Tell me of all the wondrous things you've seen. Oh have you often searched the ocean's floor And wandered midst the phosphorescent green? You float the purple seaweed, and you clean And polish every pebble in the deep, You're followed by an etfervescent sheen That on your crest of foam does gaily leap- Do tell me, does the ocean ever go to sleep? IVIARTHA DAVIDSON, junior. THOUGHTS OF A LOTUS-EATER It is so quiet and pleasant here in the warm deep grass-a languid afternoon: I am so drowsy. Waves break quietly on the shore. The bamboo and the sandalwood are rustling in the soft breeze and murmuring to each other. At their feet, frail violets are peeping from under moss. The air is heavy with the fragrant lotus. In the sky overhead, swallows are soaring upward only to return again. The river is silently flowing along while the willows, drooping over its bank, are dropping tears into the crystal clear water. O'er the hill is coming now a flock of goats. I shall milk one, for it is good to taste the warm goat milk. They are coming nearer now, there is no hurry, no need for me to go to them: they will soon pass by. The wandering clouds above are now throwing large shadows on the grass, and the clouds are growing darker. Perhaps there will be a light rain, I would not mind. We do not need rain, but it is so nice to watch the drops fall. It is raining now very lightly, how cool and refreshing it seems! The rain pattering on the leaves makes them flicker, and over the waves is a hushed sound. Now the rain is over, and there is a rich, moist odor. The trees are heavy with rain and the flowers too are bending with their burden. The doves are cooing softly and there is a haze over the valley. Across the sky is the faint trace of a rainbow. The lazy clouds are parting and the sun is slowly setting. The tired moon is rising and the stars will soon be out. It is dusk. Over the endless waves, against the glowing horizon-a sail! Why do they bend on their oars? Why do they weary themselves? Why do they ever strive to reach their native shore? Do they sail to my native land, my home across the sea? Perhaps some day I shall return home, perhaps on some distant day .... The goats: they have strayed away. No matter! .... The fragrance of the lotus: it is so sweet. Perhaps I shall gather some later. But now my eyes are heavy with sleep, very heavy. PHYI.I.Is FIELD, Eighth Grade. l59l F, 54? . ag'-gates' , THE SECRET HALL The children in the first and second grades call it the secret hall. It is a place of mystery to them. Both walls are adorned with curious designs and colors. Every day at an appointed time, cloaked figures plod heavily up and down its dimly lighted expanse. Their muffled voices mutter exclamations of inspiration or abject despair. The master presides over them, urging them on with words of encouragement. Do not be excited, good people, this hall is in reality only the place where the busy painters of the Art History Class ply their willing fingers to the one bright spot in their school day, their mural. KATHLEEN TRUMBULL, junior. LUNCH AT BARSTOW At one o'clock at the Barstow School Studies are stopped and lunch is the rule. The girls with enormous appetites Are always the first to take the flights Through the halls, with their voices ringing Words and phrases waywardly flinging. Into the room they burst with great din Eager now for lunch to begin. Sit by me. Sally, this is your place. The bell is rung and all sing grace. Then again starts the banter and play, Not even stopped by james and his tray. A soup and salad will appease Slender ones who are easy to please. Hamburgers and rice serve as a feast For plumper ones whose weight they increase. What for dessert? is the usual cry. Yummy cup cakes or lush cherry pie. The pleasures of moments spent in this way Are high points of a Barstow day. A JACQUELINE WELCH, Sophomore. MY DAY: IN THE MANNER OE GOLDSMITH After a recent illness it was necessary and expedient for me to retire from my school life for a short period. I journeyed to my home, some three hundred miles distant, where I passed a most enjoyable fortnight. My family professed joy at my unexpected appearance, and I was quickly absorbed in their daily routine. Arising at noon, I partook of a repast which served several very useful purposes. It provided me with a breakfast and with a luncheon, it gave me an opportunity to scan the morning paper, and most important, it gave me an hour of undisturbed conversation with my beloved mother. The next hours were spent in paying most amusing calls on the doctor, reading, and such shopping as my frugal allowance permitted. As my friends were dismissed from school at three-thirty, I was always ready at that hour to enjoy their companionship, whether it was pursued in a Model T, recreation room, or Packard. Bridge has always been one of my favorite pastimes, and after our simple, though abundant, dinners I often indulged in it. Of course, the evenings were often spent in harmless talk, for I've ever been of the opinion that gossip is most refreshing. My days were usually terminated well before midnight, though not by any desire of mine. Some weeks elapsed in this pleasant manner, till at last it was time for me to return to school. NANCY EBERLY, Freshman. I60I 7 A -Y ve H W 5 -Tw' . A WISTEUL SPRING I wandered as if in a dream Beside a lovely shallow stream That curved and wound through birch trees tall And ended in a waterfall Which leaped o'er the pebbled ground Making a laughing, gurgling sound. Now and then in a quiet bay Peaceably cool and quelled it lay- Mirrored pools framed with spongy moss Reflected clouds as they sailed across. The white trees tapered to the sky Silver foliage to glorify- Shadowy lace danced and shifted As sunlight through the branches sifted. The plaintive note of the whippoorwill Was echoed softly by the hill. Pungent freshness of rising dew Lifted a haze of brilliant hue. All this to my mind did bring The joy and wistfulness of spring. JACQUELINE WELCH, Sophomore. WINTER SCENES When I dress in the cold grey dawn, I sit on my bed and think of winter. It is the coldest and happiest season in all the year. The farmer has his granaries full of grain and the cattle in their stalls chew choice bits of hay contentedly. The squirrels are in some sheltered nook eating nuts from their winter supply, the geese have gone south, and all the other animals have found some warm place to spend the winter. No sooner has winter begun than the children are eating Christmas candy and playing with some toy that Santa has brought them, while their parents discuss the severe cold weather. The family spend their evenings around the fire. The children are studying the next day's lessons, or putting a puzzle together on the floor. Father is nearby reading the evening paper, and mother is perhaps doing a bit of sewing, or doctoring sister's cold so that she won't miss school. JUANITA ABELL, Freshman. COMMEN CEMENT HYMN ' ' WRITTEN FOR THE GLEE CLUB The time is near when we must part- Part from our friends and duties here, And we ask help, O God, from You To show us each a path that's clear. There is a task for everyone, For those that go and those that stay, So give us help that we all may know The joy of work, the joy of play. And when we leave this happy place, In us instil the wish to grow, That we may carry through our life Thy spirit with us as we go. Keep high our thoughts and our ideals And give us faithful hearts and true, That we may show we're worthy of The Barstow School, O Lord, and You. ALICE SEBREE, Senior. I61l SHADOWS Light and shadow, joy and sadness, work and rest. The sun gleams upon the earth and its warmth and brightness give life and cheer wherever they fall. The world lives for light and love. But the world needs shadows as well. Somewhere the beloved light cannot reach and there is shadow-and perhaps gloom. Light is wonderful, but the world cannot have all glory. lt needs the shades with their mystery, fear, sadness, and rest. lt is light that makes life worth living, but shadows set off the brightness. Strange it is that wherever there is light there will surely be shadows, and sad, too, when light and shadows mean happiness and gloom. But whoever stands in the full glory of light casts darkness behind himfa shadow sometimes in the likeness of its model but more often exaggerated, dwarfed, or otherwise distorted. Half of the world is in this shadow. In streets, homes, everywhere you find them, pale or dark, but always melancholy. They are the dull images of radiant personalities, catching none of the light, only futilely, patiently imitating the outward movements. Sad too, are those shielded by another from the glow of love. All their life they exist as men lacking light and, therefore, life. And with the shadows also comes fear. Fear is terror of the unknown and the un' known is veiled by shadows. Who knows what is to come or much of what has passed? The shadows of the unknown hide the future, and shadows of ignorance and forgetful- ness hide the past. There would be no fear if all were clearly illuminated and under- stood, but shadows prevent this light. From the depths of gloomy darkness anything may arise, most of allfffear. Yet even shadows are not all sadness and fear. They are merciful to hide the future and the past. Wliiit agony there would be if all were known. Wliat would there be to look forward to? Shadows bring hope as well as fear. And they bring beauty and rest. Deep, cool shadows are a blessed relief from the torturing heat of the summer sun. XVhen the earth rolls between the sun and ourselves, the shades of night fall and slowly steal across the world. Darkness and sleep come in shadows to rest the weary that they can stand in the light. Yes, half of the world is shadow. Half of the world is shaded from the light and half of the world is mysterious, fearful, and peaceful. NANKiH' POTEET, Senior. Tabitha Teall 7'6 ,uh ro 1' MIDDLE SCI-IOOI IITFIQATUIQE MOUNTAINS CWord Picture? There is nothing that can equal the mountains. They are very beautiful at all times, but they seem to me most beautiful in the evening when the glowing red sun goes down behind their snow slopes and their color fades from purple to gray, as the twilight deepens into dusk. At last they stand like silent, black sentinels until the moon comes up and bathes them in a mystic silver. NANCY LEE GREGORY, Seventh Grade. ROBIN HOOD As I was walking in Sherwood, Upon the cool green grass Under the spreading oak trees, I thought of the days gone past When Robin Hood was merry With all his jolly men Hunting in the forest, Sleeping in the glen, Tricking the Nottingham sheriff, With all his silly pranks, Always kind to the poor man But robbing the rich man's banks. JANE CARK, Fifth Grade. THE BROOK As I was making my way homeward through the wooded hills one autumn afternoon, I came upon a little brook singing its way among the trees. The water was clear and sparkling and icy cold. When I stooped to drink, its refreshing chill cooled my parched throat. I put my whole face into the stream. Oh how delicious and invigorating, I thought. I threw myself on the mossy bank to rest. Suddenly I saw some deer. They had come so silently that I had not heard them. They stood poised and erect, listening for any warning sound of danger. They did not notice me and bent their heads to drink. When they had finished drinking, they dashed away again through the thick foliage. I sat enchanted-thrilled with the wildness of it all. ROSEMARY TRELEASE, Seventh Grade. THE ROSES Beautiful roses with thorny stems Are growing in my garden, Red and yellow blossoms, Like many beautiful gems. Soon the winter wind will come And blow them all away, And snow and ice will cover the spot Where these beautiful roses lay. JOYCE LYLE, Fifth Grade. I 53 I THE WINDING ROAD The winding road has lured me on Through many steep and narrow trails, Beyond the hills, beyond the vales, From dawn to night and night to dawn. Past the forests dark and grim, Into sun-patched fields of hay, On and on throughout the day, Till evening comes and all grows dim. At last my weary eyes espy The distant ocean's surges blue. I hear them ever rise anew- Rise and break and fall and die. The winding road I've roamed upon Is ended by the ocean's surge, Yet deep within me lies the urge To wander ever on and on. ALICE LYSLE, Seventh Grade. SUNRISE lWord Picture-J As Apollo drives his chariot into the sky at daybreak we see the great golden sun rising from behind the hills. The clouds are a mass of color. Some lie long and narrow across the horizon, others are round and fleecy. Some people say they can see images in the clouds. Often the sky is all pink at dawn. Many times it is scarlet. On some days it is so beautiful you think it a dream. GEORGINA STAYTON, Seventh Grade. TI-IE MYSTERY MAN As I stepped from a street car I saw a man standing near a tree. He was a heavy but not a fat man and seemed terribly strong. His features were hard and irregular. There was a deep shadow over his face made by his torn and dirty hat, but one could see that there were cuts and scratches on cheeks and chin. His eyes were gray and had a look of uneasiness. His nose was long and gave his face a spiteful expression. He had no coat and looked cold and hungry. I saw all of this in just a glance, for I wasted no time in getting away from him. I wondered who he was and what he had been-if he were really evil or if his looks had deceived me. He was indeed a mystery man. JOANNE T HOMPSON, Seventh Grade. THE WIND Oh winds that blow and blow and blow And bring us rain and sleet and snow, You keep us children from our play And make us wish you'd go away And come at night instead of day, So in the house we need not stay. You cause the doors to slam at night And fill us all with dread and fright. The whole house often do you shake And keep the old and young awake. So wind, dear wind, don't blow so hard If you would keep a child's regard. BABETTE MARSH, Fifth Grade. H541 i 1: is fa -rr xar.w mr' THE LILY I see a little lily in the pond Wlaving her pretty petals in the air. She feels so gay with touch of fairy's wand g She feels so very gay and very fair. She wants to sing just like a little bird, Because the air smells sweet with blossoms fair. She thinks the sweetest song you ever heard, But cannot really sing, her song is fragrance rare. BABETTE MARSH, Fifth Grade. A CHARACTER STUDY OF RIP VAN WINKLE Rip Van Winkle was a siinple, good-natured fellow. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant. He in- herited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. He was a kind neighbor and an obedient, henpecked husband. He was a favorite among all the wives of the village and they always took his part in his family squabbles, usually laying the blame upon Dame Van Winkle. He was also a great favorite among the children. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to Hy kites, and told them stories. Not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood. The great error in Rip's composition was an intense aversion to all kinds of profitable labor. It was not from want of application or perseverance, for he would sit on a wet rock, holding a rod as heavy and long as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a single nibble. He would tramp all day through woods and swamps, up hill, down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would never refuse to help a neighbor even in the toughest toil, and was a foremost man at all country frolics for husking corn or building stone fences. The women of the village would have him run errands and do little odd jobs for them. All in all, Rip was ready to attend to everybody's business but his own. As to doing family duty and keeping his own farm in order, he found it im- possible. He declared it was no use to work on his land, as it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country. Everything about it went wrong in spite of him. His farm was by far the worst conditioned in the neighborhood. His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals of foolish, well-oiled dispositions who take the world easily, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If Rip had been left to himself, he would have whistled his life away in con- tentment, but his wife, morning, noon and night, kept continually dinning into his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Rip's only way of replying was by shrugging his shoulders, shaking his head, casting up his eyes, and saying nothing. Generally this provoked his wife further, and Rip was obliged to take to the outside of the house, which is, as Irving says, the only side that truthfully belongs to a henpecked husband. ALICE LYSLE, Seventh Grade. CHRISTMAS EVE CWord Picturel Tonight is the night before Christmas. It makes one feel so good and happy inside. The snow and sleet are falling fast without, but within it is warm and cozy by the tire. The white tree is sparkling with red and blue lights, different colored ornaments, and bright sticks of candy. On top there is a white star. At the bottom there are Bethlehem figures, some pretty houses, and, of course, the presents. These presents in their gay paper wrappings are very bright and colorful. The smell of the pine makes a pleasant, spicy odor in the warm room. It is certainly good to be inside instead of out in the cold storm. Merry Christmas! VIRGINIA ANNE SMITI-I, Seventh Grade. H351 TI-IE ASSASSINATION OE LINCOLN GRANDMOTHEPJS TALE As I sat in the rose arbor one mild April evening, my thoughts turned back to another April night of long ago-the dreadful night when Lincoln was assassinated. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them. To my utter amazement I found myself sitting in a theater. Why! It was the Ford Theater at Washington! The rustling of the trees and bushes had turned into the noise of people arranging themselves in their seats. The sweet scent of the early flowers became the stronger odor of ladies' perfume and bouquets. As I looked at the program in my hands, I saw the title of the play, Our American Cousinf' Now I knew, of course, that it was the memorable night on which Lincoln was assassinated. I remembered it well. All of a sudden a trumpet sounded and Lincoln and his party entered his box. Then the curtain rose and the play was on. All went well, but just as the third act began a shot rang out, followed by a shriek. Before the stupefied audience had moved, the figure of a man leaped from the President's box to the stage. just as he alighted, he shouted in Latin, Sic semper tyrannis, and was gone like a flash. While the people still sat in a stupor of surprise, someone cried The President! he has been shot! I looked toward the box and saw the slumped body of Lincoln. Instantly the theater was filled with noise. Someone passed in front of me and blurred my view, then I felt a tapping on my shoulder and someone was saying, Wake up, Grannie. It's time for tea. RosEMARY TRELEASE, Seventh Grade. TI-IE WIND I am the wind who rocks the trees And whirls around the crimson leaves, Who roars at night with laughing glee And tosses little ships at sea. GEORGINA STAYTON, Seventh Grade. A THANKSGIVING DINNER CWord Picture! It is cold and dreary outside but inside it is warm and gay with happiness and the thought of Thanksgiving. The table is set with colorful fruit, nuts, and many good things to eat. The golden- brown turkey is brought in stuffed with savory dressing and accompanied by delicious brown gravy. And don't forget the foamy bowl of mashed potatoes with a dash of red pepper on top, green and orange vegetables, escalloped oysters, relishes of all kinds, golden fluffy biscuits and wine-red cranberry sauce. Last of all come the large slices of spicy mince pie with cheese. Around the table the candle-light flickers on happy faces and the sound of laughter and merry talk fills the air. VIRGINIA ANNE SMITH, Seventh Grade. SILVER WINGS I awoke one fine morning and saw in the sky A glittering object that mounted on high. It shone just like silver, had wings like a bird. By its beauty amazed, I could not say a word. Ever nearer it came till I plainly could see It was only an airplane that was fooling me, But its splendor still shone up there in the sky, As it sparkled and glittered and swiftly passed by. MARGUERITE PEET, Seventh Grade. I 66 1 SUNSET IN THE MOUNTAINS The warm fragrant breezes floated gently over the foothills, while the simmering sun, cooled now to a bright orange-gold ball, sank slowly behind the gorgeous snow-capped mountains that gleamed bright against the deep blue sky. As the sun sank, streaks of glowing red and queenly purple splashed the heavens. Suddenly long shadows fell over the prairie, and the canyon to the south changed from vermillion to gray-blue, the deepening shadows making every stone look like some beast or man ready to jump out at anything that passed. As the last of the sun disappeared between the peaks, the western skies were flooded with more lovely color, as if some artist had dipped his brush in all his paints and dashed them over the dark blue horizon. After a while these too disappeared, the sky grew dark gray, and the wind became cool and damp. The warning cry of a coyote pierced the air, and from a distant canyon another answered his call. JOANNE THoMPsoN, Seventh Grade. LAKE TAHOE Tahoe is a beautiful lake. It is a lake of many colors and shades of color. It may be a dark blue, a light blue, a greenish blue. All around it rise the tall snow-capped moun- tains-really gorgeous mountains. Along the shore the pines grow thick and flll the air with the clean spicy smell I love. There are many trails nearby, around which grow many, many wild flowers of all kinds. Some are trampled down by horses-a shame, I think. On the lake there is always at least one boat and most of the time many boats-sail- boats, motorboats, canoes, rowboats. In one spot is a beach where people come to go in swimming or to lie on the sand to tan. The sand is lovely-a rich golden color. At one end is a log cabin where people can get supplies or mail, and there are many attractive cottages among the trees around the shore. Lake Tahoe is a swell place to spend the summer, I assure you. VIRLEA MACLAUGHLIN, Seventh Grade. A MOUNTAIN LAKE In a forest green and cool, ' By a towering mountain side, Lies a tiny mountain pool Where the silver swallows glide. To its lonely little brink, Where small purple flowers spring, Come the dainty does to drink And the fawns that to them cling. In his wanderings man has ne'er Come upon this lovely glade, Left alone to nature's care, By whose effort it was made. NANCY LEE GREGORY, Seventh Gradef l67l LOWER SCI-lOOl IITFIQATURE INDEPENDENCE One day jimmy asked his mother, Oh, Mother, may I go over to Tom's house? Why, yes, said Mother. When jimmy got to Tom's house, Torn said, Let's go to john's house. All right, said jimmy. Now to get to john's house you had to climb a fence. So the boys started to climb the fence, but when they got to johnls house John wasn't home. So they started back to Tom's. But jimmy caught his suit on the fence and tore it. Now if you tore your suit you would ask your mother to mend it, but Jimmy didn't. He said, I tore it, and I'll mend it. And he did. JULIA DENNIS, eight years and one month, Third Grade. A NEW STYLE BEGINS There was once a little girl who was very poor. One day when she was walking down an old dusty road she heard horses' hoofs coming over the hill. Then she saw a white coach drawn by two white horses. When the coach was right beside her it stopped. An old man stepped out of the coach. Well, well, how would you like to have a ride in a coach ? he said. Oh, l'd love it. But I couldn't pay for it, said the little girl. Well, get in anyway. All right. After an hour had gone past the man said, How would you like to have rich clothes? I'd love it, she said. All right. That's settled. james, take me to the richest dress store in town. Yes, sir, said james. About ten minutes later they arrived at the dress shop. Get out and we'll try on some dresses, the man said to the little girl. Three minutes later they were looking at the dresses. Oh, I like that real long one. And it's real llary, too, the little girl exclaimed. All right. We'll take this one right here, the man said to the salesgirl. Thank you, thank you, the little girl said as she left the good man. Five days later she was caught in a very bad rain storm. The rain has stopped, cried the little girl. Now my dress will stop fading. A little while later she came to a country town. Oh, look at the nice town. I think I'll look around. Oh, look at my dress. It has shrunk up to my knees. Oh, what will I do? Oh, what will I do? Oh, boo, hoo! I know what I can do. I'll pretend it's a new style thatls just out. l'll go into that store and tell them it's a new style dress. Yippee! l'll get money for it. Well, here's the store. Oh, hello. How are you? Why should a little girl come in this store? But I came because I have found a new style dress. Well, where is this wonderful dress? l am wearing it. That faded out thing? Well, not exactly this one, but I thought you might make some more dresses that are short like it. Well, now, maybe I could. She ordered some made right away. Day after day people went to the store to get dresses that went up to their knees. Finally everyone in the town had one, and they were in the best of style. The store gave the little girl a reward for making them so much business. MARION WALDO, eight years and ten months, Fourth Grade. u u H581 W-.,5:mqgavmn,wfu'.mq::uv-cwnfqqpwai:mg-wrwuivnv vfqnrgyyyvwlwysw-r4W!H'FF't T f ?'f?'-'!'f'ffftm-1 WU '9FVF 'Yf'1'? 'W 5', - , - - W A TRIP DOWNTOWN Miggles was a little girl dog. Wiggles was a little boy dog. Here is a story about them. Oh, children, called Mrs. Dog. I am going downtown. Oh, can we go, too? cried the children. Yes, you can. Come on, said Mrs. Dog. When they got to a store Mrs. Dog said, We must stop here and get a dress for Miggles. Get an ice cream cone for us before we go in, begged Miggles. All right, but nothing else, said Mrs. Dog. They bought the dress, then went to a men's clothing store. We must stop here and get a suit for Wiggles, said Mrs. Dog. Get two chocolate bars first, Mother, said Wiggles. All right, but nothing else, said Mother. The suit was bought and the storekeeper said, May I have the money for the suit, ,H please. Oh, I spent all my money on ice cream and candy. You will have to charge it, sighed Mrs. Dog. CAROL MATZ, eight years and eleven months, Third Grade. A LITTLE BEAR . Once upon a time there was a little bear. He lived in the forest far away. A tiger creeped up on the little bear, and grabbed him and ate him all up. The little mother bear comed home and saw that the baby bear was gone. She hunted in the forest. She asked the tiger and he said Yes, he ate him. So the tiger opened his mouth and the little bear walked out. The mother got the baby bear and they lived happily ever after. BEVERLY WILSON, five years and ten months, Primary. INK I think I'll drink some pink ink, said Baby Mink. He did drink some pink ink. But when Baby Mink was through, He had to go to the sink. PATRICIA MARTY, eight years and ten months, Third Grade. TI-IE CLEVER MOUSE Once upon a time a lady mouse and a man mouse and a boy mouse and a girl mouse and a baby mouse all lived together in a little watering can with straw over the top. One time the big sister mouse went out and she found live, no, six walnut shells. fThere was a maid, too., Before she got home she came to a river so she put down all the walnut shells and lay across them. She sat in one and held all the others in her two front paws. And sailed away and when she got there she went home and that's the end. JANET WIDAU, six years and four months, Primary., A GHOST Once there were two little boys. Their names were Tom and jean. One day Tom went over to Fred's house. He and Fred went up in the attic. They played trains. All of a sudden the lights went off! The boys sat in terror. A sheet formed itself in a spot of the attic floor. Woo-oo-Woo-oo-oo- I'll teach you to go around scaring people, cried Tom, pulling the sheet off the ghost. He uttered a cry of astonishment. Why, it's jean, cried Fred. So it is, said Tom. Jean, don't you try to scare us again. You go home right now. If you don't, I'll tell Mother. jean went down the stairs wondering where he could go to play. Playing ghost hadn't been much fun. JOAN WIDAU, eight years and eight months, Third Grade. l09l PETER'S IOKE Once upon a time a little boy named Peter said to his mother it was Valentine's Day. He asked his mother to make him valentines. Oh, no, dear, you make your own. Soon he was at school. He was thinking his mother would make them. She said maybe. He was thinking she would be fooling. ELLISON BRENT, five years and three months, Primary. BUNNY'S ADVENTURE There was once a bunny named Whitey. One day Whitey said to himself, I want to have an adventure. So he said to his mother, Mom, I'm going to the forest. I'll be back in a little bit. So long, Mom. Goodby, dear. Be back in time for supper, said his mother. For two hours Whitey hopped about in the forest, then he sat down on a box. Bang! crash! help! boom! He turned around and then he started laughing, for he had sat on a box of firecrackers that were just ready to go off. Some boys had lit them, and then hid in some bushes. They laughed, too. SUE DOOLEY, eight years and ten months, Third Grade. THE LITTLE RABBIT Once upon a time there was a little girl and boy named jerry and Donald. And once upon a time they went out for a walk. They found a little rabbit hopping along. jerry picked him up and took him to the pet shop, and asked for another little teensy rabbit. He gave him a little boy rabbit. Donny asked for some food. Then he said, Good- bye. Both of them did, Jerry and Donny. Then they went out the door. One of the little rabbits jumped out and there was a great big dog on the street. A lady was taking him out for a walk. The little rabbit started hopping back. Finally he found jerry and Donald, and he started climbing up jerry's leg and so he almost climbed down his neck. ANNE FAIRCHILD, six years and eight months, Primary. A COLD MORNING This morning when I started to school I saw a lot of people running because it was so cold. As I was getting into the car I saw a man walking with his dog. I think that was one time he wished he didn't have a dog. SUE DOOLEY, eight years and ten months, Third Grade. AN AWFULLY HARD TIME Today I had an awfully hard time, because I didn't know what to say in my English. I think English is a waste of time. There isn't anything to do, but sit. But it's good for your brains. GWEN GROVES, nine years and six months, Fourth Grade. MOUSE'S HOUSE Once a little mouse wanted to find a house. He couldn't find one. So he lived under the grass. BARBARA JEWELL, five years and ten months, Primary. AN AWFUL DAY One day Betty was going over to Sally Anne's birthday party. Betty's mother took her to the barber before she went. The barber's was one place that Betty hated. After the barber she went to the party. They gave the color of balloon that she hated the most, and everything. When she was going she said, Goodbye I had a very bad time. BETH MARTY, seven years and five months, Third Grade. I70l A THANKSGIVING PLAY Preamble This play is about a happy Thanksgiving. I will give you a sketch of what happened. Some settlers in Texas were attacked by a little band of Indians. They escaped by one man imitating another tribe's call to scare the Indians away. The characters are Captain Marty, Mr. jones, Mr. and Mrs. May fall white peopley, and Red Thorn, Eagle Feather, Wild Bird, White Leaf, and Green Chief flndiansj. First Act Mr. jones: It is a clear night. I got the jitters. The Wacys Indians are rather rough. Capt. Marty: I am going to bed. fYawns and lies down.j Qln the night, outside the cabin.j Eagle Feather: Ha! the white men are asleep. I hear their snores. Ready, men. jump! fAll said in a whisper. Then war-whoop as they jump.j Second Act fln the Wacys Campy Red Thorn: Ho! Ho! My master has caught you and your friends. Ho! Ho! White men, you have sinned against our rules. You shall suffer. Third Act fThe Wacys camp, at nightj Capt. Marty: The Indians are asleep. Mr. jones: Well, what is your plan? You know we are in for it. Capt. Marty: I wonder if the Wacys have any enemies. Mrs. May: O! O! Boo! Boo! Hoo! Green Chief: Prisoner shut um noise maker. Prisoner wake Green Chief. W'hite leaf: Ho! Prisoner. Wacys have many enemies-the Pueblos, Navajos, and Pale Faces. fWild Bird wakes up, stretches and yawns.j Wild Bird: Pale faces will burn at um stake in two moons. Ho! Ho! Capt. Marty fin a whisper, after Indians are asleepj: I have a plan. I have heard that the Navajos have a call. Mr. jones: Well, what will that do? Capt. Marty: Has anybody got a knife that I can reach? Mr. May: I have it I can get it out of my pocket. fHe strains against his bonds.j Capt. Marty: Thanks. Mrs. May: Oh, cut my ropes. Please do, Mr. May. Mr. May: Hush, my dear. Capt. Marty fimitating a war cryj: O! O! O! O! O! fThe Wacys flee, shooting Mr. May.j Mrs. May: Oh, help! fScreams.j Mr. Jones: Help! Run for your lives. Fourth Act fBack at the cabinj Mrs. May: O! O! My poor husband. He was badly hurt. Capt. Marty: It was sure an escape, wasn't it? Mr. May: It was. But thank God, we were all saved. Thank God. Capt. Marty: It is a good thing I knew the Navajos' call. Oh, it is Thanksgiving for us. JACQUELINE MARTY, ten years and six months, Fourth Grade. THE LITTLE MOUSE Once upon a time there was a little mouse. He had a little tin box with a screen front on it. He chewed a weensy hole and next night and the next night and at last he got out. He found some flower pots and jumped from one plant to another. He smelled each one as he went along. Finally he came to a watering can. It was very wet. He got muddy. When he came out he was mourning. A little girl came along and said, Look at the black mouse. Even his ears are black. We've got a black mouse. There's not any pink on him. Then she washed him and said, Oh, Mother, look at my pink mouse. I washed him. DEE MERIWETHER, six years and four months, Primary. i711 GARDENS The Third and Fourth Grades are making gardens around the playhouse. Yesterday we went hunting for plants. We found some wild geraniums, some johnny-jump-ups, and some wild strawberries. We found some iris, too, but we weren't allowed to dig them up. GWEN GRovEs, nine years and six months, Fourth Grade. THE SCRUB BOY Once upon a time there was a little boy, a very poor little boy. He worked for a mean master. One day the master said, Have you finished your scrubbing? The boy said, Yes. The master said, You may go downtown. Three cars came by and each threw out a dollar for him. He bought three new suits for two dollars and a nice meal for one dollar. Then he bought a parrot for a dollar, and a package of food for a half dollar. He gave it to a parrot man to keep for him. Then he went and bought himself another lunch, for a half dollar, sandwiches and a glass of milk. So he took his lunch and one dollar and two suits-he was wearing one. When he got home he put it under the mattress. When he was working and scrubbing, the man came and took all those things and put them in an iron box. Next day the man went out and said, Please guard these things. There are lots of burglars. So he looked all over his master's room and found a hump under the mattress. It was the iron box. DEE MERIWETHER, six years and four months, Primary. DOINGS OF THE FROG FAMILY I In vain Mrs. Clip-Clop called Phoebe, oh, Phybe! Round the edge of Marshmallow Pond is the Fishy Foodle Candy Store. In a little hole at the back of the store are Phoebe and Phybe. Phybe speaks: We will wait till Fishy Foodle falls asleep and then you go to the left while I go to the right, and don't forget to get a handful of minnow drops and a handful of sugar lumps, he whispered. No! no! no! I won't get the minnow drops or the sugar lumps. I want licorice sticks and butterscotch drops, shouted Phoebe. No! no! no! no! screamed Phybe. And soon enough they fell to blows. Meanwhile Mrs. Clip-Clop has heard the noise and has come up and waked Fishy Foodle. So each of the elders take one frog and give it some castor oil and something else. I think you all know what I mean. II One day Mrs. Clip-Clop said, Now, children, you need some new clothes. Your old ones are wearing out. So, in the afternoon they went to the Fish and Frog Clothes Store. Here they are now. Phybe is talking. Oh, Mother, let's ride in the elevator. Oh, yes, let's, let's, said Phoebe. Mrs. Clip-Clop agreed, but she said they must wait until she got them some gloves. Now let me see. Silk ones for Phoebe and wool ones for Phybe, said Mrs. Clip- Clo . hlfeanwhile Phybe and Phoebe have slipped away to the elevator. Going down, the elevator girl said in a musical sing-song voice. In jumped the two frogs. What Hoot, please, said the elevator girl. The ninth floor, replied Phybe. Soon they arrived at the ninth floor. Here you are, sang the elevator girl. Oh, I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. It's the hfth floor we want to go to, said the fro s. so that was the way it went for half an hour and then the elevator girl got the idea and brought them down to the first floor and gave them to Mrs. Clip-Clop. They got something I think you have felt. ' 'IACQUELINE MARTY, ten years and six months, Fourth Grade. V721 NURSERY SCI-IQCDI IITFIQATUIQE A long time ago, my daddy went way out west where the cowboys are, and when he got there, a dog bark at him and he say, Go away dog. Then a birdie came along and then he flew away and when he got home he broke his nose. DICK ALTMAN, four years and three months. We build a choo-choo train. We made it out of blocks and spoons. We built a choo- choo train and had spoons inside. We had a table to make the gas. Gas comes up through the hole so the train could get warm. DICK ALTMAN, four years and three months. 1-, she made a clothes-line wire for my dog so he can run back and forth. It's on posts. He stays inside sometimes and he stays outside-when it rains too. He drinks it Qrainj. That's why he likes to stay outside in the rain. ROGER BERG, four years and three months. I gave T-bone a meat bone. I have another dog named Sport. I have one more that's red. I feed Sport all kinds of things. ROGER BERG, four years and three months. When I was up north and my Donald Duckie he swim way down and someone had to swim way down and get him. Someone had to walk way around the river and get him. AMY DEYONG, four years and two months. My daddy he went downtown today. He works. He went to sleep before I got up today. Then he got up after while and ate his breakfast. My baby takes a bath every day. He cries sometimes and he laughs sometimes. He takes his orange juice, and he takes his milk and he takes his water. He cries when he takes his bath. SALLY GERMAN, four years. Miss Byard, sometime we're going down and make a f1re, sometime when it gets real hot. Sometime I'm going to wear my sunsuit and we're going to take Layton and George out in the country where Duke my dog is, and we're going to have so much fun. Sometime we're going to the zoo and every place. SUZANNE MAUZE, four years and six months. My grandmother came to visit me. She put my jamas on. She put me in bed. She read me a story. Next week I'm going on a merry-go-round. I'm going to Farmington and go way round. JANE WARE, three years and ten months. l73I k f-gf-A f- -I - :fzfz- f,'1rv':i: ,erwur 'c'-I 4Nrn'fzw1yn X U 4 1 J J OUR PLAY-DAY CALENDAR 1937-1938 Tuesday, September 21 ......................................... School Opened School days, school days, dear old golden rule days. Saturday, October 16 ..................................... Barstow Dorm Dance Barstow girls were the belies of the ball. Friday, October 29 ................................. Halloween Plays and Contest Speak, speak, thou fearful guest! -the prize, a tin cup. Sunday, December 12 ...................................... Glee Club Broadcast 'Tis sweet to hear! Tuesday, December 14 .... .................... .... G l ee Club Broadcast Sweet and low. Thursday, December 16 ............................ . ....... Christmas Music Oh come all ye faithful! Friday, December 17 ........................ School Closed for Christmas Vacation 'Twas the week before Christmas. Tuesday, january 4 ........................................... School Reopened I'm tired and I want to go home. Wednesday, February Z3 .......,................ Freshman-Sophomore Play Contest Some man must present wall: and let him have some plaster . . . about him to signify wall. Thursday, March 3 ..................... Pretender Play, Two Gentlemen of Soho . . players That strut and fret their hour upon the stage And then are heard no more. Friday, March 11 .................,................ Glee Club Concert and Dance A band of lovely ladies, Swing high, swing low. Thursday, March 24 .............................,.........,.. Athletic Banquet Betwixt the two they licked the platter clean. Friday, March 25 .............................. School Closes for Spring Vacation Monday, April 4. . . Saturday, April 30. Boot, saddle, to horse and away! . ..........................,.... ..... S chool Reopens Why so pale and wan? ........................................junior-Senior Prom What is he buzzing in my ears? Wednesday, May 25 ..........,.................................... Field Day Wednesday, June 1. Behold her, single in the field. ............................PretenderPlay, TwelfthNight music be the food of love, play on. Sunday, June 12 ...........................,.........,.. ..... V esper Service Wednesday, june 15 He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small, For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. ...........................................Commencement Parting is such sweet sorrow. ELIZABETH HOUGH, Senior. l74l US AT PLAY ANR, --an ':1s,.,m, . lf' W H Tl-IE ELLEN DAY BONNIFIELD NANCY POTEET ........ JEANNE ALDEN VIGEANT HELEN COCHRAN ...... ALICE SEBREE .... GLORIA ZICK ....... ERNESTINE WITTE .... ELIZABETH HOUGH ..... SALLIE BET RIDGE I CYNTHIA VAN CLEVE5 ' ' EMMA JOE CLARKI. JEANNE DoDDs I ' BETSEY GRANT I PATSY PEABODY .... BETTY SCI-IAUFFLERj MARTHA DAVIDSON .... BARBARA SHACKELFORD . VIRGINIA POTEET ...... PI-IYI.LIs FIELD .... ALICE LYSLE .... BETTY FAYE SMITH . .. GANO HOBART ........ ANNE ASHLEY SNYDER . . . WEAR-IEI2-COCK STAFF THE BOARD . . . .Editor-in-Chief . . . . Associate Editor Art Editor . . . . . . . Associate Art Editor . . . . . . . . . . . Business Manager GROUP EDITORS SPECIAL EDITORS Associate Business Manager . . . . . . . . . . Scandalous Club Society . . . .Snapshot Editors . . . .Technical Advisers . . . .Senior ......Jur1i0r . . . Sophomore . . . . Freshman . . .Eighth Grade . . . .Middle School Athletics ELIZABETH SCHAUEELER ..... MARY MARGARET REYNOLDS . . . NATHALIE BARKERIK DIANA NUTTER 5 PHILLIS ABRY I BETTY ROBERTS5 SHIRLEY KERNODLEI BETTY THOMPSON S ELIZABETH FRASERI BARBARA WINN Q MARY MARTY ....... ROSEMARY TRELEASE . . . . . . . Cooperative Council GleeClub . . . . Pretenders . . . Residence BUSINESS COMMITTEE l76J - . . . . .Senior . . . .junior . . . .Sophomore . . . Freshman . . .Eighth Grade . . . .Middle School 5.15 Q-.li 1111.-swf-1 wx- Q IY., al l'ffmf mir: Bctty 'I'l1m'npsun, Cynthia Vim Clcvc, Mary lxl1ll'jLLll'L'l llrymmltls, liuscin.11'y 'l'rclc. l tmtcct. Hirlmm XX'inn, Alice Lyslc, Bu1'l'x1i'i1 Sl1L1ClifJlfllI'kl, Amie Ashlcy Snyder. num! z'nzz': Batty Ruhcrts, Phillis Ahry, lfliztlhcth SCl1.lLllllCl', Gunn Huhgirt. Hctty lllyn Smith lfrncstinc Xwittc, lilizalhcth Huugli, Betty SCllLlLlfl:lCl', Di.m1t Nuttcr, l'm-twy cillllll, Patsy l'u.1htwtlx Martlm Davidson, Nutlmlic Burlccr. nw! mu-3 HL-lon Cuclmln, Emma -Inc Cl.u'lq, jcnniic Altlcn Vigumt, Nutty l'utu-t, Miss lift lfllcn Day Bmmiticltl, Alice Schrcc, Gli3l'l.l Zitk, wluixmc Dmltls. l77l limi' fuzzy' Shirley Kcrnmllc, Phyllis Field, Mary Marty, lilizalhstli l:I'LlSL'l', Stllliv Het Ritlgc, Vlfglllll J lNL ATHLETIC COUNCIL Mary Jac Elkins, Dorothy Fizzell, Betty Schauffler, Betty Faye Smith, Joline Bowles, Phyllis Field. AT!-ILETIC5 1937 FIELD DAY AWARDS Beryl Sprouse Plaque-Best spirit in Athletics-Cherry Propst and Joan Tureman Academic Cup-Winner of the greatest number of points on Field Day-Betty Roberts Helen Tyler Cup-Class winning the greatest number of points on Field Day-Sophomores fMartha Davidson, Presidentj Frances Fennelly Cup-Basket-Ball Championship Class-Juniors CAlice Sebree, Captainj Class Relay Cup-Sophomores fMartha Davidson, Presidentj Anna Correlia Thompson Cup-Winners of Winners of Baseball Accuracy Throw Tennis Singles 1. Betty Faye Smith 1. Alice Sebree 2. Jeanne Alden Vigeant 2. Gloria Zick Winners of Basket-Ball Free Throw Anne Webster Cup-Winners of Basket-Ball 1. Charlotte Luise Lysle Throw 2. Sallie Stanley 1. Betty Roberts Winners of Archery Tournament 2. Adalee Kinard 1. Adalee Kinard Maxine Maxwell Cup-Winners of 50-Yard 2. Sallie Bet Ridge Dash Winners of Ping-Pong Tournament 1. Betty Schauifler 1. Helen Hawes 2. Betty Faye Smith 2. Alice Sebree Three-Legged Cups-Winners of Three-Legged Winners of Tennis Doubles Race 1. Alice Sebree and Gloria Zick 1. Betty Roberts and Ann Louise Scarritt 2. Sue Johnston and Betty Schauliler 2. Gano Hobart and Ernestine Witte MIDDLE SCHOOL Katherine Huttig Cup-Best spirit in Athletics-Jacqueline Collins Intermediate Cup-Winner of the greatest number of points on Field Day-Judy McCord Winner of Middle School Relay--Seventh Grade Gloria Zick Plaque-Winners of Basket-Ball Intender Cup-W'inners of 50-Yard Dash Throw 1. Judy McCord 1. Jacqueline Collins 2. Rosemary Trelease 2. Virlea MacLaughlin Winners of Baseball Accuracy Throw Harriet Collins Cups-Winners of Three- 1. Alice Lysle Legged Race 2. Virlea MacLaughlin 1. Judy McCord and Joan Purdy 2 Virginia Anne Smith and Joanne Thompson LOWER SCHOOL Gleed Gaylord Cup-Best work in Gymnastics throughout the year-Georgina Stayton Winner of most points on Field Day-Susannah Davis John Shackelford Cup-Winners of Obstacle Winners of Primary 30-Yard Dash Dash 1. Sue Dooley 1. Dorothea Meriwether 2. Carol Matz 2. Mary Ann Alexander Winners of Volley Ball Throw Winners of Intermediate 30-Yard Dash 1. Gwen Groves 1. Susannah Davis 2. Susannah Davis 2. Jacqueline Marty I TS I Tl-IE BARSTGW ATHLETIC ASSCDCIATION In the pursuit of education and culture we are very serious and need some relaxation. As the tired business man has his hobby, as even our President goes fishing, so we Barstonians have our games and athletics and an organization which is known as the Barstow School Athletic Association or the B. S. A. A., following the custom of the day. At the first meeting our Parliamentarian, who is also our Star Guard, proposed a constitution for the B. S. A. A. which was submitted to the Student Body and passed unanimously. At each succeed- ing meeting plans for the activity or sport of the season were discussed. l This was the second consecutive year we have played Hockey, after a lapse of several years. The game really has that much heralded swing and was played with a great deal of rhythm if not harmony--just the Benny Goodman influence. The highly spirited junior Class, of which you will hear more, marched away with the Inter-Class Championship. They deserved it and were good winners. At our next meeting our sponsor told us of Basket-Ball, our favorite winter sport. Each girl tries to make her class team. Some are not successful but they become their team's greatest supporters and create an unbeatable spirit. Since some of our friends and relatives have other daytime interests that they consider of equal importance, we scheduled a number of our games in the evening so that all might attend. The Freshman-Sophomore game was a close contest and although the Seniors won the Championship the aforementioned junior Class made those Upperclassmen play better than they knew how. Underclassmen, beware of next yeat s Seniors! Ice Skating came next and although that sport is grand fun and exercise the high point in our memory is of the bus trips to and from the rink, with singing and general hilarity over bumps and bruises from deflated figure eights. The best part of the B. S. A. A. activity is the annual Athletic Banquet. What is an athlete with- out a banquet? March 24th at fiveathirty the girls met in the gymnasium dressed in their white shirts and green shorts and witnessed or played in the All Star-Seniot game with the All Stars victorious. The School Song Contest followed. Each class presented an original song. They were all splendid and it was a close decision with the Seniors winning and the Eighth Grade receiving honorable mention. By this time even the musicians were hungry and we were called to the refectory, which was beautifully decorated with green and white paper streamers over walls and tables. Basket-balls among bright spring flowers were used in the table decorations. After singing our school song Your Colors Wfe Bear So Proudly, we took our places and enjoyed a delicious dinner for which we are most grateful to Mrs. Shelton. After much singing and entertainment the evening was climaxed by a Faculty-Student Basket-ball game where our beloved Faculty displayed their skill as well as their wonderful spirit. Tennis is the most popular of the early spring activities with an annual tournament, Archery and Baseball ranking next. Our most important athletic occasion, Field Day, is set for May 25th. We plan to start as usual with the formation of the Barstow Then follows the usual track events and the Father and Daughter Baseball Game. Get the liniment for Dad! And so to enjoy our wonderful supper. As the cups and awards are presented, there is a sadness in our hearts for another year at Barstow draws to a close with this day that means so much to a Barstow girl. BETTY FAYE SMITH. President. Baci mu' BASKET-BALL CAPTAINS: Mary jac Elkins, Alice Sebree, Gloria Zick, Bitbua Winn Front mu' HOCKEY CAPTAINS: jacqueline Welch, Betty Schauffler, Betty Roberts, joline Bowles Tl-IE CGGPEIQATIVE CQUNCII The purpose of the Cooperative Council is to maintain harmony through- out the school, promote good conduct in study hall, develop school spirit, and cooperate in carrying out projects adopted by the school in the course of the year. Early in the fall our constitution was amended to the effect that the presidents of Pretenders, Glee Club and the Athletic Association automatically become Council members. This amendment enables the Council to keep in direct contact with the various organizations. For our charity work this year we chose the Madison School for the Deaf. Our contributions were obtained by selling food during the recess and hot dogs at the hockey games, and went toward a milk fund and other necessities for the children. On September twenty-eighth the Tradition Supper was held in the refectory. The Council has charge of this annual event when the Freshmen and new girls are made familiar with Barstow traditions. Speeches, cheering, and songs in front of a crackling fire made the evening a success. Perhaps what we most enjoy is the delicious buffet supper for which we owe Mrs. Shelton a vote of thanks. In October the Council helped give a dance for the new girls. Happy Paull's orchestra provided swing, and thousands of balloons and much crepe paper served as decorations. Barstow started a new tradition this year which we know will be among the most enjoyable of the many we have. On the day school closed for Christ- mas vacation we had a breakfast for everyone in the entire school. Classes were seated according to rank, Seniors down to the Nursery School. After breakfast all the girls gathered around a huge Christmas tree in the gym. There were French and Latin songsg then presents were distributed. Verses accompanying the gifts were read out loud as packages were received. The true Barstow spirit manifested by girls and faculty aided the Council in successfully carrying out all its projects during the year. We wish to acknowl- edge this cooperation by extending to them our sincere appreciation. GANO HOBART, President. I 80 1 Burl ruin Shirley Kernmlle, Ann Fletcher, Ernestine XX'itte, Anne Ashley Snyder, Alice Sehree Garnett Bnsinger, Sue jolmsmn, Deborah Smith, Betty Ruherts, Iilizuheth SCl1AlLll:lL'l'. If:-ml! muy' Clmrlutte Luise Lysle, Miss Turner, Betty Faye Smith, Gunn HlYlUill'l, Martha Davitlsun Miss Gesner, Mary Margairet Reynolds, Virginia Pnteet. l3ll We 1, ,tw First Semester Sue Johnston ..... Helen Hawes ..... Emma Joe Clark.. Tl-lt GI I-I3 Cl UB . . . . . President Vice-President . . . . . . . . . . Treasurer Second Semester Anne Ashley Snyder . . . . . .Helen Hawes . . . . Betty Schauftler Elizabeth Schauffler. .... . . . Secretary . . . . . ..Helen Trower l-IONORARY MEMBERS Miss Kendig Marion Talley Margaret Lackland Stoddard Miss Turner Gladys Swarthout Miss Witham Thirty-seven strong, and a group of wonderful girls, willing to cooperate at any time- that is this year's Glee Club. We have had a grand time together, and it is hard to believe our fun has nearly ended. Its memories will never die, though, and if the Glee Club in the future can be anything like this year's Glee Club, it will really be tops, always. Unto us a boy is born . . . King of Quires supernal. . . Remember that? Of course, for that was the final carol of our yuletide pageant, Chrirtmar, in which the whole school participated. It was truly a lovely service and one which none of us will soon forget. And Silent Night, Holy Night brings Christmas to mind also. It reminds the Glee Club girls of their two radio broadcasts, over stations WDAF and KMBC, and we wish to say here how grateful we will always be for this honor. We sang several of the carols from our Christmas program, and had the thrill of a lifetime knowing that we were really on the air. If you should hear- Dancing in the moonlight, stars are twinkling, moon is winking -you would immediately think of March 11th and the Glee Club operetta, The Beauty Contest. What fun we had doing it, and what fun we had afterwards at the dance! Soft lights . . . music . . . the Barstow girls in their dancingest frocks. What more could anyone ask? We would like to take this opportunity to thank all those who tirelessly gave so much of their time and effort in making the operetta a success, especially Mrs. Rozsa, to whom we are deeply grateful. To everyone, who in any way throughout the year helped us, we owe a great deal of thanks. To our marvelous director, Mrs. Cary W. Barney, whose loyal support and constant inspiration have been a source of energy and pride to all of us, all we can says is, Thanks . . . from the bottom of our hearts. ANNE ASHLEY SNYDER, President. l82l C-JRI'H!g V sg, ' X -4, an V1 n I Bart rnzzx' Mary Margaret Reynolds, Marjory Dickey, Beatrice Mulford, Mary jan Elkins, 'lo Ann Cowherd, Sallie Stanley, Betty Schaufrler, Anne Ashley Snyder, Sue Johnston, Elizabeth Schauffler, Josephine Bishop, Adalee Kinard, Martha Davidson, Beatrice Bueeking. Middle mira' Charlotte Luise Lysle, Deborah Smith, Helen Trower, 'Ieanne Stephens, Emma joe Clark, Betty Roberts, Mrs. Barney, Gloria Zick, Cynthia Van Cleve, Susan jane Marty, Barbara Berger, Helen Hawes, Alice Sebree. lfmuf wuz' Mary Belle Collins, Ellen Sutherland, Peggy Roberts, Tabitha Teall, Esther Allen, Elizabeth Fraser, Ellen Day Bonnitield, Betty Thompson, Katharine Cronin, .lane Miller, Garnett Basinger, Mary Lou Willartl. iscsg Tl-IE PIQETENDERS OFFICERS First Semester Second Semester Alice Sebree .......... ...... P resident ..... ...... E lizabeth SchauHler Jeanne Alden Vigeant .... .... V ice-President . . . .... Jeanne Alden Vigeant Ernestine Witte ..... .... S ecretary .... ........ B arbara Berger Betty Schaufller .... ............ T reasurer .............. Ellen Day Bonnifield HQNORARY MEMBERS Julia Marlowe Forbes Robertson E. H. Sothern Edith Matheson Lenore Ulric Jane Cowl Minnie Madern Fiske Katharine Cornell Willfred Waters Helen Menken Miriam Adams ASSOCIATE MEMBERS Mrs. Gates Miss Turner Miss Holderby Miss Kendig Mrs. Shelton Miss Gibson Mrs. Young Mrs. Ingham Mrs. Barney Miss Beck SECGND GENERATICDN Emma Joe Clark Betty Schaufller Anne Ashley Snyder Nancy Poteet Betty Faye Smith Jeanne Alden Vigeant The dictionary defines a pretender as one who claims the title to something. Well, we Pretenders of Barstow certainly make some claims which we defy anyone to contra- dict. First, we claim twenty-seven genial members, many with unusual dramatic ability. Second, we claim the two grandest directors in the world, Mrs. Marvin Gates and Mrs. Nathan Young. We certainly wouldn't know what to do without them. Last but not least, we claim to have more fun than the rest of the school put together! To start with we put on two of Noel Coward's delightful one-act plays from Tonight at 8:30. They were Wnyr and Meant and Hand: Afrox: the Sea. We had great fun doing them and even more fun seeing them when they came to the Music Hall. Of course, we com- pared our interpretation with the professionals', and believe me, we didn't feel a bit low about ours, either. Perhaps you donlt think rehearsing plays is a pleasure-we do. But no matter what your opinion on that, you couldn't deny that playing situations would be the most fun you'd had in years. The game is this: certain characters are placed in a complicated situation and you act our extemporaneously what they would do. It's wonderful enter- tainment. We often play it after a delicious luncheon at the Four Gates Farm. After Christmas we presented Two Gentlemen of Soho. You remember that everyone died on top of each other in the end. Well, several unfortunate members from the bottom of the heap were limping around for days afterwards. The play, though, was a big success. We manage not only to give plays but to see them, too. Two memorable evenings were spent seeing Maurice Evans in Rifham' II and Helen Hayes in Victoria Regina. At present we are working on our major opus, Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. This will be presented on June 1 in the Dorothy Russell Bell Amphitheatre and we expect to see you all there. ELIZABETH SCHAUFFLER, President. l84l METWU TGTJWT Bari rnzzx' Anne Ashley Snyder, Dorothy liizzell, Kathleen Trumbull, Phillis Abry, Betty Faye Smith, Virginia Simpson, Cano Hobart, Nancy Poteet, Emma joe Clark Middle mum' Deborah Smith, Elizabeth Hough, Betsey Grant, jeanne Alden Vigeant, Ernestine Witte, Barbara Berger, Martha Davidson, Patsy Peabody, Sue johnston Ifrozzf mu Helen Hawes, Nathalie Barker, Katharine Cronin, Ellen Day Bonnitield Elizabeth Schaulller, Alice Sebree, Betty Schauftler, Garnett Basinger, Lenore Bales. l85l '-- ' ii ,....... BARSTOW SCANDALS OF 1938 BY CRITIC WIT Once again the Barstow Scandals hit Kansas City and I having previewed the per- formance am here to review it for the public. The girls participating in the show are typical of the Barstow products, i. e., tall, short, thin, fat fnot many fatj, blondes, bru- nettes, and redheads, all very attractive and with unusually clever lines fin the show, of coursej. The girls are all exceedingly talented and can pull the dullest of acts with the greatest of ease fwhich only goes to show what great little actresses they arej. It is needless to waste time discussing the attractiveness of the group, however, as the fame of the Barstow girls is widespread, so I'll proceed with a synopsis of the various scenes in the show. The performance consists of one big act made up of five scenes, each scene topping the preceding one until the great finale is reached. The stage setting is a magnificent study hall on a Monday morning. The curtain goes up with the orchestra softly swing- ing Three o'clock in the morning and onto the stage stagger the remnants of a terrific week-end. The entire audience is quickly lost in that certain Monday morning atmos- phere. The mood has been captured-so on with the show. Beginning with Scene I, we find the stage scattered with adorable little scatter-brains rushing about like mad until the climax of this scene is reached when all these mad elts pick up the starlet Susan Duke, put her in a waste paper basket, and then dump her in a study hall desk. A very comical affair. The second scene is staged by a group representing the Freshmen. Most of them, however, are under such a stack of coats that they can't be seen. Quite a clever chorus, this. Scene III is made up of a more sophisticated group of actresses. You can easily tell that they are old hands at the game. Throughout the entire scene are hair pulling endurance contests. In one corner of the stage Lysle and Welch maintain a general hub- bub conversing over the events of the week-end. The actresses are all calorie crazy- their motto is never over 550 calories a day and even with that limit none of them eat lunch. The goal of the entire business is to look thin in lastex bathing suits this summer. Barbara Shackelford steals the show when she goes about calling the heel of the bread the hoof. jackie Elkins, the mighty Osage, is constantly screaming, I feel so good I could scalp somebody. The fourth scene is madder and crazier than those preceding if such can be. Willard announces to the rest of the cast, I hope somebody finds the last page of my letter. I'd like to see how it ends. Someone mentions that her sister models at Harzfeld's and Betty Roberts replies, That's nothing, I'm going to model for the Stylish Stoutsg it's a bigger job. Peggy Roberts reads aloud from Bacon, -that closeness did impair and a little perish his understanding, and questions, Does 'at mean he went nuts? Well, when scene IV was over I was beginning to find myself in somewhat of a daze. Every- thing seemed like nonsense but since this was a performance of high school life on a Monday morn I relaxed once more and prepared myself for the fifth scene. This is even wilder than the rest. Alice Sebree is asked if she is taking a vaccination for small-pox and answers, No, for Wellesley. Someone is explaining to Hough that if your parents were in a foreign country when you were born you would be a native of that country. Then Hough says, Well, what if they weren't there when you were born, then what would you be? Umm-mm-mm! Betty Schaufller is happily explaining how one ambles up to a business man and succeeds in getting him to advertise in a year book. She even pulls gags! What a girl! Scene V closes with all of the Seniors giving red apples to their English teacher. The rest of the cast just laugh and laugh 'cause they knew the girls hadn't done their lesson fand so did the teacherj. The finale of the show is reached when the faculty all stand up and sing and make little paper dolls swing and sway to their melodious voices. However, only by seeing this exhibition can one fully appreciate it. ERNESTINE WITTE, Senior. LSGI ,RTN Kendig M. M. ...... . Turner Winifred H.. . . . Aikins Frances ........ Aikins Martha Belle. . . Barney, Mrs. Cary W.. Beck, Dorothy Calvert.. Brown, Mrs. Wallace. . . Bumgardner, Myra .... Byard, Julie .......... Davidson, Reginald ..... Douglass, Mrs. Willard. Gesner, Marjorie E.. . . . Gibson, Ruth ......... Harding, Lucie ........ 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Lf, .. if ti f B 2 I-, 144 . Van Cleve, Cynthia. . . Vigeant, Jeanne Alden Ward, Ann ........., Welch, Jacqueline .... Weld, Ann ......... Willard, Mary Lou. . . XVinn, Barbara .... Witte, Ernestine ..... Zick, Gloria .... Clark, Jane ......... Gregory, Nancy Lee.. Lyle, Joyce .......... Lysle, Alice ......... MacLaughlin, Virlea. . Marsh, Babette ....... Peet, Marguerite ..... Smith, Virginia Anne. Stayton, Georgina ..,.... Thompson, Joanne .... Trelease, Rosemary. . . Altman, Richard ...,. Brent, Ellison ..... Berg, Roger. . . Dennis, Julia .... Dennis, Ruth .... DeYong, Amy ...., Dooley, Sue ..... Fairchild, Anne .... German, Sally ..... Groves, Gwen ..... Jewell, Barbara .... Krantz, Laura .... Marty, Beth ....... Marty, Jacqueline .... Marty, Patricia .... Matz, Carol ....... Mauze, Suzanne ...... Meriwether, Dorothea . . . Robinson, Rick ....... Waldo, Marion .... Ware, Jane ..... Widau, Janet .... Widau, Joan ...... Wilson, Beverly .... ...216 North Roosevelt Avenue, Wichita, Kansas ...5115 Wyandotte Street, Kansas City .904 Adelaide Avenue, Fort Smith, ...1235 West 61 Street, Kansas City .....300 West 50 Street, Kansas City .. . .905 South 25 Street, Fort Smith, ....5808 Central Street . .... 419 West 56 Street . . .5356 MIDDLE SCHOOL .6042 Cherry Street Walnut Street, s 1 , Kansas Kansas Kansas Kansas Kansas City City City City City, a a a r a Q Missouri Arkansas Missouri Missouri Arkansas Missouri Missouri Missouri Missouri Missouri . . . . .3716 Locust Street, , . . .3424 Campbell Street 1045 West 54 Street, Walnut and Broadway, Leavenworth, Kansas . . .22 West 68 Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri . . . . . . . . .4525 Wornall Road, Kansas City, Missouri ,...83 Street and Nall Avenue, Overland Park, Kansas . . . . . . . . .1259 Stratford Road ,..... . . .6950 Edgevale Road .. .1412 West 61 ....... .430 West 57 Street LOWER SCHOOL .... . . . .311 West 51 Street .........1220 West 61 Street . . . . .626 East Meyer Boulevard .....1227 West 63 .. . . 1227 West 63 ............610 .........127 ....430 West 61 ..........507 ....424 West 67 ....21 West 69 .........4561 . . . . .4538 Warwick Boulevard . . . .4538 Warwick Boulevard .......6201 ....,..720 . . .. .. . .2625 The Paseo ...... .6116 Blue Hills Road . ........ 5634 Holmes Street . . . . .1016 West 70 . . . .1016 West 70 1 Kansas Kansas City City, Missouri Missouri , Kansas City Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri East 47 Street, Kansas City Missouri East 46 Street, Kansas City Missouri Tuxedo Road, Montclair, New Jersey Street Terrace, Kansas City Missouri East 47 Street, Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri Walnut Street, Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Summit Street, Kansas City, Missouri East 36 Street, Kansas City, Missouri ...445 West 56 Street Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri , Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City Missouri Street Terrace, Kansas City Missouri ....1822 West 50 1901 US AD-HUNTING tm In compliment to Mrs. Gates ani Mrs. Young for their competent leadership of the Pretenders in the year 193 7-1938 !92l I A S K Fon 'Flavor f71Wsl1 COFFEE PM KFD BY OUR 710101 VACUUM PROCESS 71 11 I ffl ll x? fold only ' -f2.S S ' ' INDEPENDENT ' 1 wm 9 RETAIL X ' onouans f n 71 rm zvnun j mv ' , Nl , .' ck X 7lP3fl ggligaw I-g?'LEw:E sl 'SQ 34 , P1:s 'fw I N.- X1 ,, f U ' 1 V l Taxi CAREFUL - COURTEOUS DRIVERS 24 - HOUR SERVICE PLAZA TAXI New Dodge Sedans STANDS 19th and Central Compliments of KANSAS CITY WIRE AND IRON WORKS CO. VA. 63rd and Baltimore I Plaza Theatre Office: Alameda 8: Broadway MORNINGSIDE FLORIST Compliment, AND GREENHOUSE of Flowers for all occasions HON OLULU BELLE Novelty Gadget Plantings 61st and Holmes St. HI. 0678 l93J There is only one FRIGIDAIRE A product of GENERAL MCTORS Fashions They Are Wearing Certain to be seen at JAYS . . . On the Plaza Dresses for Street, Date and Club from 55.95 For your share of Sun and Fun we are showing Play-clothes, Cullottes, Slacks and Shorts from 51.95. JAYS . . . On the Plaza No. 230 Alameda Road l A ,ff Start out right by remembering that 'Il don't mean a thing if it ain't gut that swing e Kansas City's Smartest Store Greeting Cards - Gifts - Stationery Engraving - Costume jewelry Party Goods I-IALL'S Social Stationers and Engravers 111 East 11th Street Compliments I of l MIDLAND LIFE INSURANCE Co. Protect your Property from TERMITE DAMAGE TERMINIX CO. OF KANSAS CITY CHAS. FALKENBERG Plaza Theatre Bldg. WE. 6262 BOOK! Moved lo New, Much Enlarged Shop 232 Alameda Road Next door to Plaza Bank L ms I Compliments of the EIGHTH GRADE THE THREE FAVORITES Keep that School Girl Complexionv With PALMOLIVE SOAP Wash Clothes Hospital Clean With SUPERSUDS in the BLUE BOX Avoid Dishwashing Hands by using CRYSTAL WHITE FAMILY SOAP THE COLGATE-PALMOLIVE-PEET COMPANY make these three FINE PRODUCTS l9I Compliments l of THE FRESHMAN CLASS Compliments of 1 MR. AND MRS. D. J. HAFF Compliments of MR. AND MRS. JAY TSCHUDY i981 Compliments of the POSTAL LIFE 86 CASUALTY INS. CO 4727 Wyandotte St. COUNTRY CLUB PLAZA E991 .E-,oulsa gyrice The Smart and Beautiful for Infants and Girls 330 W. 63rd St. Infant . . . Girls . . . Misses . Dresses . . . Sportswear Accessories . . . Gifts JA. 7197 We Deliver Compliments Of KATIE AND DALE TEEFEY FLORAL SHOP MALANG'S HOUSE of DESIGN 114 West 63rd Street For Sweet Flowers 6320 Wyandotte HI 7700 JON MALANG Hlland 2400 SIEGRIST ENGRAVING CO. 924 Oak St. Calling Cards . . . Commencement Invitations Wedding Invitations . . . Business Stationery An invitation to anything of importance is always Tel. HArr1son 4520 engraved The Savings that Count- Cannot Remain Static A personal Trust Service devoted exclusively to Income Building INSURED INVESTORS nvcon.rop..4rzn 1016 Baltimore Ave. I1001 LIKE MAGIC ELECTRICITY Makes Your Life Easier and More Enjoyable A push of the button or the throw of a switch and electricity is working for you-doing the many time- and energy-consuming tasks that formerly drained energy and prevented leisure. Today, modern homes are enjoying a clean time-releasing cooking method, safe refrigeration, good lighting, world wide radio entertainment and the many other electrical services that make life easier and more enjoyable. Home owners of just a few years ago would have declared it was magic if they could see the difficult tasks that are being done daily in modern homes merely by pushing a button. Are you letting economical electric service give you more com- fort and leisure in your daily life? Kansas City Power SL Light Co. l1011 HELEN S. THOMES DANCING BALLET-MODERN TAP-BALL ROOM Studio 104 W. 40th St. Telephone WE. 1158 Classes open October 1st MISSUURI BANK 81 TRUST EUMPANY 920 Walnut St. Vlctor 1477-78 O. H. GERRY OPTICAL COMPANY Individualized Glasses from Oculists' Prescriptions 2nd Floor Professional Bldg. Kansas City, Mo. 4515 Troost SMITH BROTHERS GARAGE Tow service any time Established 1912 Complete Auto Repairing GOODYEAR TIRES BATTERY SERVICE BRAKE SERVICE VA. 9522 Featuring COTTON DRESSES FOR SPORT AND TOWN WEAR HENNESSY, Inc. 107 East 11th H1021 W lllli , A WATCH THE IDEAL GRADUATION GIFT We are agents for the following watches GRUEN LONGIN ES ELGIN MOVADO HAMILTON ROLEX PATEK PHILETTE Sc CO. And other fine makes OPPENSTEIN BROS. 1103 - 1105 Walnut KANSAS CITY, MO. Compliments of KANSAS CITY PUBLIC SERVICE CO. JANE NICHOLS C, C. ,nm SCHOENHARD s Street and Sport BOYS' AND YOUNG MEN S SHOP for Junior and Miss 221-223 West 47th sr 9 to 17 10 to 20 Il0l1 Morrell's E-Z-Cut Ham WILL LITERALLY Melt in Your Mouth', Cured only by JOHN MORRELL 86 CO. Compliments Of c C umm sz COUNTRY CLUB PLAZA Ask your dealer for this new tender ham that has taken the country by storm Compliments BURKE - MILLER of COMPLETE HOME BUILDING SUE DOOLEY SERVICE 5506 Oak JA. 6780 Compliments IRA'S SKITLS f CALIFORNIA HAMBURGERS 0 af. JACK SMITH MEXICAN FOODS and 4937 Main GEDDES CARRINGTON H-Vg v' .4-F., :1-'gn-1, In Compliment to MRS. BARNEY from THE GLEE CLUB Compliments TRADERS GATE CITY NATIONAL BANK KANSAS CITY, MO. l1071 JQHN S. WATKINS DRUGS Kansas City's Most Pleasing Drug Stores 63rd and Brookside 55th and Paseo Country Club Plaza, 300 Ward Parkway Compliments 75 Years Of in Kansas City NANCY POTEET d T. M. JAMES AND SONS ELLEN DAY BONNIFIELD 1114 Gfand Avenue AINES MILK Quality You Can Taste VA. 3880 A Kansas City Cultural Enterprise THE UNIVERSITY REVIEW June Issue: Compliments THE MAN CLARENCE DARROW' Mary Bell Decker of BLACKHAWK Edgar Lee Masters CITY GUY Carrow De Vries And other features Introductory year's subscription University of Kansas City 51.10 MR. AND MRS. R. HARRISON FIELD l108j 4 Congratulations to the BARSTOW GRADUATES C O Q GREENVS Oficial Barstow Jeweler Ten-Sixteen Walnut St. VI. 1253 Compliments of R. B. JONES 86 SONS Compliments of JACKIE WELCH and CHARLOTTE LUISE LYSI E Compliments Of JUDGE ARBA S. VAN VALKENBURGH WHEELER'S Compliments of 66 SERVICE STATION GLOBELLE 86 PETER On Broadway at 47t KANSAS CITY, M0 l1101 hSt Compliments of SANTA FE SAVINGS 86 LOAN ASSOCIATION 916 BALTIMORE AVE. THOMAS G. MacLAUGHLIN, President WM. HENRY MacLAUGHLIN Vice-President and Secretary Compliments Of MRS. SAMUEL W. SAWYER Compliments Of MR. AND MRS. CHESTER C. SMITH HERBERT o. PEET WM. M. FIBLE H. O. PEET 86 CO. MEMBERS NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE GRand 2940 KANSAS CITY, Mo. 23 W. 10th st. Illll MUEHLEBACH FLOWER SHOP IN THE MUEHLEBACH HOTEL KANSAS CITY, MO. HUGO R. NEFF Telephone I-IArrison 2414 Compliments of Compliments of LLOYD'S FABRIC SHOP MARGUERITE MUNDEN E 1 ' M'11' 11th and Walnut xc me ' 'nm 4650 Mill Creek 3rd Floor Sharp Bldg. . LOgan 6428 Kansas City, Mo. WASHINGTON LAUNDRY 86 DRY CLEANERS 2405 Troost Ave. HArrison 3111 HArrison 3112 All Types Laundry Service Curtains and Blankets a Specialty Odorless Dry Cleaning 11121 Compliments of BETTY FAYE, BARBARA ANN, COURTNEY DAVID AND LARRY SMITH IIIJI Compliments of W. LAUREN CE DICKEY BROOKSIDE CLEANERS LO. 1130 314 East 51st St. Compliments of MR. AND MRS. BURNETT N. SIMPSON WAGN ER FUNERAL HOME Linwood and Wyandotte St. Your Bank Account will be welcome df Q0 MAA NAIL BANK Grand Ave. at 10th Street Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Compliments Of MR. AND MRS. TIBOR A. ROZSA llll MOBILGAS ANl9TiCd,S Largest Selling Gasoline Compliments of the MOBILOIL CENTRAL Wefzdfs Largest Selling on ELECTROTYPE CO. BILL DEEM 29th and McGee Teemewey Phone HI. 2103 Compliments of PROCTOR WAYMAN LUCE,PACKWoOD LUGGAGE . . . LEATHER GOODS COMPLETE BEAUTY SERVICE . . . TRUNKS 16 West 63rd St. Kansas City, Mo. 1026 MAIN VI' 3333 Compliments of MRS. J. E. HUTT lllfl BROOKSIDE PLUMBING 86 HEATING CO. Compliments Services the Country Club District DE W JA. 8500 and the Boys s 307 East 55th Street KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI COUNTRY CLUB SHOE Compliments announces their arrival of of the Smart New Summer Styles for the Young Miss 122 W. 63-HI. 3214 304 W. 47-VA. 3215 J. HYMAN CLOTHES OF DISTINCTION 305-9 WALDHEIM BUILDING l117j 5 n 5 u 5 Illia VA8 9 GET 'EM AT WYMORE'S HARNESSES LEASHES FEEDERS MUZZLES THE DOG At the Plaza ALL BUT Compliments of JACQUELINE COLLINS 1 1 4702 Broadway Compliments of HOWARD W. BARTLOW FLORIST FIFI Phone WE. 7744 3113 Troost Ave. Kansas City, M Compliments of JOAN PURDY l1201 MILLER FLORAL CO. GEO. MUEHLBACH FLOWERS 36 SONS BETTER QUALITY 4710 Broadway LOgan 4500-0288 Originators . . . Designers 315 East 55th st Members Florists Telegraph Delivery Hlland 6100 Night Phone WEstport 2852 3712 Broadway LOgan 1289 CRESTWOOD FLORAL PM 'mm' 2499 SHOP BROOKSIDE CAKE SHOP Exclusive but not Expensive C, R, SMITH, P,-opriemf MRS. GALE CROWELL Regular Delivery 10:45 a. m. 329 East 55th Street-just off Brookside 18 West 63rd Street Hlland 7200 Kansas City, Mo. Established 1902 WESTWOOD MARKET 5002 STATE LINE HANSON 86 JOHNSON TAILORS For the Care of Tailored Garments LOgan 5955 We give special attention to Party Orders Phone WE. 0935 4111 Mill Creek Parkway MURRAY ELLSWORTH FLOWER sHoP Everything in Flowers Telephone VAlentine 7922 5107 Main Sn-ee: Services or Particular People 4 I I I ' I I COUNTRY CLUB PLUMBING 86 HEATING CO. I, . f . 7216 WORNALL ROAD JAckson 2770 KANSAS CITY, MO. f1211 ,. .4 I . -L ,,.,w, V. ., , .L. 12 I ra-I . ! , -I THE SCPHCMORE CLASS gi , ji , Mix . 'if Amr- 4. C ful: fs Ai T. , ti F' ' ':' J, we 74 u,. .iff 1 111, FQ , if 52' X .N uv- Lg! is ?' ,lr 5 L 123 1 KL -1:5 '. .1 gg ' ,., N , 4, ,,,, QQ . , ,v.!- , ,44 .A '31 A ' ft -, 1-' V .' ,- nz 121' ' . 1 1 f.ZJ 7'1 Y . fm r , I T. A .,.f:i35f', A H R N, 7 .,- . A 7 ' R, + w K 4 M215 31,1 f , mv. ':'.1f5 ' f' 15 'f Compliments of NANCY EBERLY, ESTHER ALLEN, MARY MARGARET REYNOLDS AND GEORGANNE BEAZLEY Compliments of the HOTEL PRESIDENT Compliments of MR. AND MRS. GEORGE H. BUECKING LUCKY 1 3 New homes built for owners in two years YEOMANS BLDG. 86 INV CO. 1002 Walnut VI. 00 1 0 Cf'mP'f 'f 'S Compliments of of LOUISE MQSMAN MARY VIRGINIA SNOW MYRA BUMGARDNER -md RUTH GIBSON MIMI BROWN FLOWERS OF DISTINCTION LUCY DRAGE, INC. MARY HAYDEN FLOWER SHOP INTERIOR DECORATORS 320 Ward Parkway Country Club Plaza VA. 4579 436 Ward Parkway Telephone WEstport 8700 MELO-TONE BIRD SHOP THOMAS DODS CLEANING 86 DYEING WORKS, - 423 Alameda Road INC. On the Country Club Plaza Prompt Service and Superior Work We Board Birds 4000 Main Street Tel. LOgan 0853 Kansas City, Mo Compliments of SMITH'S MARKET RICHARDSON'S SHOE COMPANY W 317 Alameda Road, Plaza Medical Building Smart Shoes for Smart Girls 1 Compliments of ALEXANDER'S AT THE PLAZA Compliments of THE KANSAS CITY SOCIETY FOR THE PRESERVATION OF WILD FLOWERS CRESTWOOD BEAUTY SHOP Special Prices for Barstow Girls 309 East 55th St. Hlland 5050 SAUNDERS STANDARD SERVICE Is Kansas City's Oldest Service Station BROOKSIDE GARAGE 63rd and Baltimore Hlland 0682 4938 OAK ST. VA. 9845 C0mPlimen'5 Compliments of of JANE AND HELEN BONNIE, JELLY AND MILLER TUFFY 261 AN IIPEN LETTER EHIIM A EBAY-HEAIIED DAD My dear better. decided We also mothers of affection for we dads. petted and bribed-and in think it was our idea all supported by what appears budget and as usual we'l1 Tll HIS HEII-HEADER DAUGHTER Sandy: Well, it's all over for this year! That's what you think!! As for me and about fifty other dads, we know We know that already you and your pals have just where you want to spend the summer. know that aided and abetted by your precious you'll probably have your way. Of course there will be a period of plenty We'll be cajoled and the end you'll make us along. usual promises of economy to be a very practical be sucked in. And, again There will be the as usual, there will be the weekly letters with the usual Salutation and sig-and the usual P.S. with the usual 'touch'-But after all, Sandy, we 'sorter' like it! Just one thing I want you to do and I mean NOW. You've a fur coat that set me back plenty. Let's put it away for the summer where it will be taken care of RIGHT! Phone the United States Cold Storage Company at Victor 6128 and have them send their bonded messenger and pick it up. They have the only Certified Cold Storage Vaults for furs west of Chicago. This vault has a temperature below freezing at all times and it's fireproof, dustproof, mothproof, and theftproof. If you want to know anything else they will tell you when you phone. Do this today for me and that will be one big worry off my mind while you are having a good time this summer. Lovingly, Dad P.S. You might tell your mother about this also. Incidentally-rates are as low as 32.00 for the SGHSOD, including insurance. 1271 Compliments of A FRIEND ALBER ELECTRIC CO. 321 East Sith St. JA. 8600 Electrical Construction and Repairs Compliments of MISS BENTLEY I GEORGE S. NEFF Compliments of Ward Parkway and Wornall Road Phone VA. 9697 Country Club Plaza and Standard Oil Products PHYLLIS FIELD Complete Stock Tires, Batteries, Accessories Also Lubrication and Quaker State Motor Oil 11281 ling, Greetings to the Compliments of JUNIQRS DOROTHY FIZZELL From a FRIEND KELLY'S 66 SERVICE 63RD AND MAIN STREET BRECKLEIN 86 HORST PRESCRIPTIONS 55TH AND OAK STREETS KANSAS CITY, Mo Remember R. 86 R. SHOE STORE RIVIERA CLEANERS 220 Alameda Road Sets the pace for high class cleaning C Cl b Pl Ollntfy ll all 4308 Mill Creek Kansas City, Mo. LO. 6700 f 130 1 EXCHANGE plwotograpns with your classmates. ltsis a graceful Way of aclcnowl- edging frienclsnipsswol keeping school memories lresn. Mr A Kansas City's Two Distinguished M I D - T O W N H 0 T E L S HYDE PARK - BROADWAY AT THIRTY-s1xTH Telephone VAlentine 8220 PARK LANE .- MILLCREEK PKWY. AT FORTY-SIXTH Telephone LOgan 3210 F. W. SMITH, Manager lil REINHARDT'S FLOWERS RELIABLE Established 1903 RESPONSIBLE Member National Association of Dyers and Cleaners . QYN L , CLEANERLG DYERS I MAIN OFFICE AND PLANT 3600 TROOST AVENUE KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI Rendering a Complete CLEANING and DYEING SERVICE Ladies and Men's Wearing Apparel Fabric House Furnishings of All Kinds . . . Rugs, Drapes, Lace Curtains, etc. COLD STORAGE FOR FUR GARMENTS Information and Prices Furnished on Request A Step Ahead in 6328 Wyandotte St. 56TH AND MISSION ROAD CON OCO BILL FOURTEEN YEARS Of FRIENDLY SERVICE all SIST AND OAK ST. KOENIGSDORF'S Quality Food S tore Established 1887 Our 51st Year Logan 5700 4106 MILL CREEK L 13:4 POSTLEWAIT GLASS Compliments of 1819-23 Troost Ave. Kansas City, Mo. Phone: HA. 2848-HA. 2849 I WAGGENER PAINT CO. Subsidary of C h PRATT AND LAMBERT, INC. amp 'mms of ' e QUALITY PAINTS AND VARNISHES 10th and Burlington North Kansas City X131 'N YOUR CHOICE OF 12 VARIETIES JACK FROST DOUGHNUT SHOP 3412 Broadway MARIE EARLE BEAUTY SALON 314 Ward Parkway Country Club Plaza MRS. M. B. McGAVRAN Phone WE. 7434 Kansas City, Mo. Kansas City' Mo' WEstport 7062 CHIROPODIST 'I'a f' 6700 THE QUEST BEAUTY THE BRADLEY BEAUTY SHOP SHOP and Come in Quest of Your Needs BEAUTY BATH Telephone Valentine 8922. 4018 Broadway Kansas Cnty, Mo. MRS. BRADLEY 6313 Wyandotte Kansas City, Mo. NELLIE LINQUIST Compliments of the THREE DORM SENIORS Compliments of UNION NATIONAL BANK Compliments of O PIG IN BUN Q TASTY SANDWICHES 69 FOUNTAIN SERVICE cb 4153 MILL CREEK Sub Deb Shop QUALITY Cleaning and Dyeing FURS . . . HATS SUITS, TOP COATS, DRESSES, DRAPES AND CURTAINS WARDROBE CLEANERS AND DYERS 4213 Main Street WEstport 7600 FOR POPULAR MUSIC Beginners or Advanced Enroll Now for Summer Course CAVANAUGH PIANO SCHOOL Plaza Hall Compliments of the BOARD OF TRUSTEES Of BARSTOW SCHOOL l1J7I onflz of 8120 mf nf , i' fyfl-9, Q . . 7 X olden days and moon-silvered nights . . . the breath CTm:m'nif4Q of young summer sweet with the mingled fragrances x ' of myriad flowers. No wonder that Iune is the ambas- sador of romance, the month of enchantment. Woman just naturally responds to the sweet mystery of Iune because she is a part of its pattern. She is inspired by ough the ancient medium of a Iune night. Throughout the ages man has responded to the spell of romance that she and the stars scintillate. But We may as well be practical and admit that lovely gowns and fine cosmetics and exquisite perfumes have a great deal to do with that spell of romance, That which we consider lovely is often just an accent on personality achieved by an artistic cosmetic effect. gestions Luzier Representatives have for you concerning suitable cosmetics and perfumes for summer use. A card addressed to Luzier's, Inc., Kansas City, Missouri, will bring a Luzier Representa tive to your home. I.UZIEH'S, INC., MAKERS UF PINE IIUSMETIIZS S. PEHFUMIZS I 12481 ., ll 0 . N - s Q 5 f' Q I i Qi 'WI I Wav- A N ' -Y E nummx Q Q9i?Egk! UlIHllIIlll N -1 ul f W! XXV W kxunwj Q- gg NUWXXKNVAML X 2 W X ' Q Q 4 .4 ul. 4 ' J 4 4 4 4 ' 4 1 , - s a x .1 X I U4 W., , 4 4 -' v 5 I-' ' 1 Z .- s S ' X .. , V f E3 1 ?ixz-.1 E XV Ml 4W N Y. so!! 9 fi Hfyll