Central High School - Central Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 76 of the 1902 volume:

e n. s. 02 Supplement to ♦ ♦ ♦ Clje Central Htgl) School iftontljlj) i A A A A A A A A A (p (p ip (p (p (p (p cp (p Preface THE publication of this first supplement to the Central High School Monthly is attended with many misgivings on the part of its editors. The limited time at our disposal made the task of great difficulty. How far we have been successful will be proven when, in after years, this little volume shall recall to us memories of our school days, our little trials and triumphs, our failures and successes. Our aim has been to leave a lasting remembrance of our school-life, and, as far as is possible, a record of our individual and collective achievements. The work has been done by the editorial staff of the Central High School Monthly in co-operation with a committee of Seniors appointed by the class. The illustrations are the product of our own talent. EDWARD L. HARRIS, Principal. 4 'CLo tfje guide, pgtlo0opi)er and friend of our fjappiest daps, tofjo smootSed tfjr rougS patS of learning toitlj a Sand of hindlp spntpatSp. and toSose tireless energy Sas torougSt for old Central tSe foremost place among tSe scSools of tSr land, to our principal, . . EDWARD L. HARRIS toe respectfully dedicate tSis bolunte. 5 THE EDITORIAL BOARD. W. CLARENCE MALIN, ’02, Editor-in-Chicf. HARRIET E. SMITH, ’02. GEORGE M. MILLS. ’02. HARRIETT B. BORTON. '02. HELEN M. SMITH. '02. ALBERT E. EINSTEIN, '02, Business Manager. 3fl0i0tant Literar? tEUitors. HARRIETT B. BORTON. '02. Chairman. MOLLIE STEARN, '02. HAROLD C. LYTTLE, '02. BESSIE MOORE. '02. ABE KURTZ. ’02. ETHEL QUARRIE. ’02. assistant 'Businrss g anaofrs. LEO OPPENHEIMER, ’02. ETHEL SHRIER, '02. HORACE V. BISHOP. ’02. EVA C. BAUMAN. '02. WALTER VOSS. ’02. illustrators. FERDINAND BURGDORFF, ’02. WILMA I. BALL, ’02. 7 HARRIET E. SMITH. ’02. FACULTY AND TEACHERS EDWARD L. HARRIS, Principal.—Syracuse. ’78; A. B., Ph. B. SOLOMON WEIMER, Assistant Principal.—Otterbein. HARRIET L. KEELER. Assistant Principal.—Oberlin. ADAMS, MISS MARY E.—Vassar. AMIDON, MISS NELLIE M.—Belmont College, Ohio; A. B.. A. M. AVERY, MISS JENNIE H.—Oswego Normal. BATHRICK, MR. HARRY A.—Harvard. BEAUMONT, MISS FRANCIS M.—Oberlin. BRUOT, MISS MARIE L.—American Academy of Dramatic Arts. BUELL, MRS. V. S—W. R. U. BUSHNELL, MISS CHARLOTTE CAMPBELL, MISS ESSIE L.—Ohio Wesleyan. CANFIELD, MISS NELLIE IT—Vassar. CLAFLIN, MISS ADELAIDE.—Vassar. ♦FEIL, MR. JOSEPH.—New York State University. GARBUTT, MR. IRVING R.-U. of P. HANNA. MISS MARGARET HITCHCOCK. MR. ALLEN H.—Yale HOOD, MR. ALBERT C.—Ohio Wesleyan University. IVES. MISS C. EMMA—Connecticut Normal. JOHNSON, MISS MELISSA S. 8 KEFFER. MISS BERTHA.—Vassar. KINDER, MR. WILLIAM B.—Otterbein. KRUG, MR. JOSEPH.—German College for Teachers. LYNCH, MR. CHARLES P.—Allegheny. McQUISTON, MISS HURERA MALLORY. MISS M. ELEANOR MANSFIELD, MR. GEORGE R.—Amherst. MONCK, MISS EMILY C—Women’s College. W. R. U. MUERMAN, MISS MARTHA W.—Vassar. MUNSON, MISS NELLIE OZANNE, MR. CHARLES E.—Harvard. RICHARDSON. MISS BERTHA J.—Smith. ♦RIESTERER, MISS LUIA ROBERTS, MISS JENNIE L. SEATON, MISS FRANCIS.—Cornell, M. A.; Wellesley. SMITH. MISS HELEN M.—Women’s College, W. R. U. SOWERS, MISS ETHEL ♦STAREK. MR. OTTO.—Harvard. ♦STREICH. MR. ALBERT C.—Otterbein. SUTTON. MR. CLARENCE W.—Cornell. TROWBRIDGE, MISS PERCIE A. TWISS, MR. GEORGE R.—Ohio State. ZELIQZON, DR. MAURICE.—Sorbonne, Paris. ♦HARRIS, MR. FRED G. (Secretary).—Yale, 1901. ♦Graduates of Central High School. Cleveland, O. 9 Tune—“Flow Gently, Sweet A lon'} I O bark! bow our voicce with melody swell, $Qbcn, Central, we sing tbec a last sad farewell; Hlas! much too soon have sped these happy years, Che hours, which have numbered our hopes and our fears. Hnd now as the time of our parting draws near from thee, noble school, whom we all bold so dear, Once more arc recalled the sad memories sweet, Once more flit before us the tasks yet to meet. de leave thee as others have left tbec before, But thou sbalt have place in our thoughts evermore. Cby glorious lesson,44 Love naught but the truth, Shall guide us in old age as well as in youth. IV farewell to those hours overclouded and bright, farewell to those days, which our nvmVy delight, farewell to our teachers, kind, loving, revered, farewell, friends and classmates, forever endeared. ABE S. KURTZ, ’02 10 Harriett Barton Wilbur Laganke Eugene Wolfe Lois Tuckcrman Florence Goodhart James Palacck Florence Harris Charles Osborne 11 SENIOR CLASS. 1902. ABRAMS, LENA. Member of D. L. V. ALEXANDER. SADIE, Member of D. L. V ALLISON, ROY, Member of Psi Omega and P. D. C., Second Floor Committee of Senior Class, President of Athletic Association. ARTER, WILBUR, Vice President of P. D. C. BALL, ALICE, Junior Secretary of Senior Class, Secretary of G. L. S., President of G. L. S. BALL, WILMA, Vice President of Senior Class, Member of G. L. S., Illustrator of Senior Supplement. BATES, CLIFFORD, Member of P. D. C. BAUMAN, EVA. Treasurer of G. L. S., Member of Annual Board, Junior Vice-President of Senior Class. BECKWITH, FLORENCE, Member of G. L. S. BEITMAN, STELLA. BEMIS, ALTON. Member of Psi Omega and Treasurer of P. D. C. BENESCH, CAMILLA. BENTON. AVIS. Member of G. L. S. BENTON, IVY, Member of G. L. S. and of Shakespeare Club. BERGER, FLORENCE. BERMAN, SAUL, Member of Glee Club. 13 BERNSTEIN, HARRY. BIALOSKY, JESSIE, Member of D. L. V. BISHOP, HORACE, Member of P. D. C., Glee Club, Senior Supplement Board and Class Day Committee, Sergeant-at-Arms of Senior Class. BLOOM, EMANUEL. BORTON, HARRIETT B., Assistant Treasurer of Junior Class, Member of G. L. S., Secretary of Shakespeare Club, Member of Executive Committee of “Monthly,” Faculty Choice for Commencement. Chairman of Senior Supplement Committee. BRETZ, OSCAR. BROWN, PEARLE, BROWN, TENA, Member of D. L. V. BUERGER. ELSA. Member of G. L. S., Shakespeare Club and Orchestra. BUKSTEIN, FRED, Corresponding Secretary of Psi Omega, Member of P. D. C. and D. L. V. BULKELEY, ANNIE, Vice President of G. L. S. BULL CLARENCE. BURGDORFF, FERDINAND. Member of P. D. C., Illustrator of Senior Supplement, Member of Glee Club. BURKE, ELIZABETH. CAMPBELL, AGNES. CAMPBELL, MARGARET. CARPENTER. ROBERT, Member of Psi Omega and P. D. C., Secretary of Athletic Association, Member of 1902 Football Team, Chairman of Field Day Committee. CARSON, LOUISE, Member of G. L. S. CONWAY, KATHERINE. CUNNEA, RALPH; Member of P. D. C. DAVID LOUIS. DAVIS, JEANETTE. DAWSON, HOWARD, Member of P. D. C., Manager and Captain of Track Team. DELANEY, MILDRED, Member of G. L. S., Chairman of Second Floor Committee. DOERING, VIOLA, Member of Shakespeare Club. DORSCH, DAISY. DRAKE, HORTENSE. DRAPER, GEORGE, Captain of ’01 Track Team, Member of Basket Ball Team of ’00, 01, '02. EINSTEIN, ALBERT E., Business Manager of Monthly and Senior Supplement, Member of First Floor Committee of Senior Class. EINSTEIN, HELEN, Member of G. L. S. and Second Floor Committee. EINSTEIN, STELLA. EISELE, CHARLES. EMRICH, HILDA. FELSENHELD, JOSEPHINE. FOLKMAN, SAM, Member of P. D. C. FRIEDMAN, SIDNEY. FULTON, DELL, Member of Lecture Committee, Secretary oi G. L. S., Member of Class Day Committee. GAINES, HELEN. 14 GARDNER. HARRY. GERSTENBERGER. LOUIS, Member of P. D. C., Glee Club, and Senior Supplement Board, Class Humorist. GOLDMAN, GERTRUDE, Member of D. L. V. GOLDMAN, JACOB. GOODHART. FLORENCE, Member of G. L. S., Faculty Choice for Commencement. GOULD, ROSA. GUYON, FLORENCE. HANKET. CLARA. HANSCOM. LEWIS. HARRIS. FLORENCE, Member of G. L. S. and Orchestra. Faculty Choice for Commencement. HASSLER. LAURA. Member of D. L. V. HAVLICEK, CELIA. Member of Orchestra, Class Violinist. HENDERSON. BESSIE, Member of G. L. S. HIGGINS, GUY. HINE, CARL, Recording Secretary of Psi Omega, Recording Secretary of P. D. C. HORN, CLARA, Member of G. L. S., Class Historian. HORTON, FRANK. HOWER, GRACE, Member of G. L. S., Treasurer of Shakespeare Club. HUNTLEY, MAY. HYDE, OLIVE. JASKULEK. BEATRICE, Member of D. L. V. JOHNSTON. WILL, President and Vice President of Psi Omega, President of P. D. C., Member of Shakespeare Club. JOSEPH, RHODA, Member of Senior Class Executive Committee. KAERCHER, ELSIE. KITCHEN, CARL. KLEIN, ELSIE, Member of G. L. S. and Shakespeare Club. KLUGE, CLARA, Secretary of D. L. V. KOCH, LEO. KOHN, LOUIS. KONIGSLOW, OTTO. KORABECK. ALBERT. Member of Shakespeare Club, P. D. C. and Psi Omega. KRAMER, ESTELLE. KULOW, FRANK, Member of Shakespeare Club and P. D. C., Class Orator. KURTZ, ABE, Member of P. D. C., Vice President of Shakespeare Club, Member of Senior Class Executive Committee, Class Poet. LAGANKE, WILBUR, Member of Orchestra, Faculty Choice for Commencement. LANG. FRANK, President and Vice President of P. D. C., Member of Psi Omega. LAUGHREN, WALTER. LEDERER, CORA, President and Corresponding Secretary of D. L. V. LEON. GERTRUDE. L ITT MAN, ARTHUR. LOGUE, JAMES, Member of Base Ball Team. LONG. MARGARET. LYTTLE. HAROLD, Member of Senior Supplement Board. 15 McMillan, grace, Corresponding Secretary of G. L. S., Member of First Floor Committee. MALIN, CLARENCE, President of Psi Omega, Member of Baseball Team. ’01 and 02; President of P. D. C., Member of Football Team. 01; Junior Editor of Monthly, Editor-in-Chief of Monthly, ’02, Member of Senior Supplement Board. MANDEL, MARTIN. MANNING, EDWARD. MARKOWITZ, ISAAC. MARTIN, MAY. MATTILL, HENRY. Member of P. D. C. MERRICK, WILLIAM. MEYER, JOHN, Member of Shakespeare Club and P. D. C. MILLER, RALPH. MILLER, WILLIAM. MILLS, GEORGE, Member of P. D. C., Athletic Editor of Monthly, Member of Baseball Team, Member of Senior Supplement Board. MOLONY, MARGRETTA. MOORE. BESSIE, President and Member of Executive Committee of G. L. S., 'Secretary of Senior Class, Member of Senior Supplement Board. MOSS, IRENE, Member of Executive Committee and Corresponding Secretary of G. L. S. MOTTLEY. LAVINIA. NEWMAN. OTTILE. OPPENHEIMER, LEO, Member of P. D. C.,‘ and Senior Supplement Board, Sergeant-at-Arms of Senior Class. OSBORNE, CHARLES, Member of P. D. C., Vice President of Psi Omega, Faculty Choice for Commencement. PALACEK, JAMES, Valedictorian of Class of 1902. PATTI SON, GEORGE, Member of Psi Omega. PAUL, ARTHUR. Captain of Baseball Team, ’02. PECANKA, ADRIENNE. Member of D. L. V. PERKINS. LITTA. PETERSON, CARRIE. PIERCE, JULIA. PLODECK, JOSEPH. QUARRIE, ETHEL, Member of G. L. S., Member of Senior Supplement Board, Member of Second Floor Committee of Senior Class. RANDAL, ELSA. REDING, BRUCE, President of Junior Class, Member of Psi Omega, Secretary of P. D. C., Class Pianist. REED, GRACE. ROSENBLADT, CHARLES, Member of P. D. C. and Psi Omega, Chairman of Lecture Committee. ROSEWATER, EUGENE. RUDD. IRENE. RUPRECHT, ALICE. SABLE, FANNIE, Vice President of D. L. V. SAUNDERS, NELLIE. SCHAEFER, WILLIAM, Member of Baseball Teams ’01-’02. SCHOONMAKER, IRENE. SCHREITLE, JULIA. SCHULTZ, HARRY. SCHWAB. IDA. Member of Shakespeare Club. SCHWEGLER. MAY. SENSENY. HERBERT. Member of Psi Omega and P. D. C. SEY. ROSIE. Vice President of D. L. V. SHRIER, ETHEL. Treasurer of G. L. S.. President of Shakespeare Club. Member of Senior Supplement Committee. SICHA, FRANK. Vice President of Psi Omega. President and Vice President of P. D. C. SILVER, JAMES. SIMMONS. RHUBA. Secretary of G. L. S., Class Prophetess. SINGER, BERTHA, Member of D. L. V. SMELLIE, MAUD. SMITH, HARRIET E., Member of G. L. S. and Assistant Exchange Editor of Monthly. Illustrator of Senior Supplement. SPARROW. CASS IE. SMITH, HELEN, Member of Monthly Executive Committee and Senior Supplement Board, Vice President of G. L. S., Assistant Treasurer of Senior Class. SPENGLF.R, ELSIE, Member of G. L. S. STEARN, MOLLIE, Member of G. L. S., Senior Supplement Board, Senior Executive Board, Class Choice for Commencement. STAVAKOSKY, ISAAC. STEINEN, HELEN. STEINER, GERTRUDE. STERN. JESSIE, Treasurer of D. L. V. STEUER, GERTRUDE. STEWART. ETHELYN. STOWELL, ZOE. STRONG. ETHEL. SUTTON, GEORGE. SWISHER. GRACE. TAGGART. CLAUDE, Financial Secretary of Psi Omega, Member of P. D. C. THOMPSON, CHARLES. THORMAN, SELMA. TUCKERMAN. LOIS. Faculty Choice for Commencement. UDISKY, ESTHER. ULLERY, ZILLAH. VOSS, WALTER, Member of P. D. C., and Senior Supplement Board. WALT, MABEL. WARSHAWSKY, FLORA. WATERBURY, RALPH. WATKINS, MABEL. WEIL, SIDNEY, Sporting Editor of Monthly, Member of Psi Omega and P. D. C. WEINBERGER, SABINA. WENGER, HENRY. WERTENBAKER. LEON. WISTAR. DILLWYN, Member of Psi Omega. Membei of P. D. C., Treasurer of Senior Class. WITTMAN, ABRAHAM. WOLF, EUGENE, President and Secretary uf Psi Omega. Member of P. D. C., President of Senior Class, Class Choice for Commencement. WYMAN, LAWRENCE. YOUNG, BURT. Secretary of P. I). C., Member of Mandolin Club and Glee Club. YOUNG. EARL, Member of Mandolin Club. 17 - r I 2 1= V Q 5 % -S£ c - as J I as -C eh 8“ i “1 3 li ■xs e J Cuitorial Staff. VV. CLARENCE MALIN, ’02, Editor-in-Chicf. HARRIET SMITH, ’02. FANNIE HARTZ, ’03. GEORGE M. MILLS, ’02. ALLEN BRETT, ’03. ALBERT E. EINSTEIN, ’02, Business Manager. MAURICE CONVERSE, ’03. Assistant Business Manager. SHELDON YATES. ’04. 2d Assistant'. MISS MARY E. ADAMS, MR. CHARLES P. LYNCH, MISS NELLIE M. AMIDON, W. CLARENCE MALIN, ’02. HARRIET SMITH, ’02 GEORGE M. MILLS, ’02. HELEN SMITH, ’02. HARRIETT BORTON, ’02. • ALLEN BRETT, ’03. 19 Cfje Central Jngf) § d)ool jftlontfjlp SHOULD you ask me, whence these stories, Whence these poems and compositions, With the very air of schoolrooms. With the few marks of the critics, And the red ones of the teachers, With the rushing of the great words, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild conglomerations, I should answer, I should tell you: “From the office and the schoolroom. From the great minds of the scholars, From the Brown Owl in the Belfry, From the writings of the Lyttle, From the pen of Harriett Borton, From the Brett, and Smith, and Converse, From the lips of Albert Einstein, The 'ad’ hunter, the hard worker.” If still further you should ask me, Saying, “Who is Clarence Malin? Tell us of this Clarence Malin,” I should answer your inquiries Straightway, in such words as follow: “In the little town of Glenville By the pleasant Lake of Erie, Dwells our chieftain, Clarence Malin ; But in spring, and fall, and winter, You can find him in the office Of the building, Central High School, Pondering over some strange story Or the foolish words of ‘poems’ 20 That were handed to the editor At his desk within the office. There he wrote his editorials For the ‘Central High School Monthly Wrote his wondrous tales and stories, How he worked, and how he pondered, How he toiled, and laughed, and scribbled, That the school paper might prosper; That he might advance the ‘Monthly ” Ye who love to read good stories, Love the ballads of a scholar, Writ in words so plain and simple You can surely understand them, Read these stories and these verses In the Central High School Monthly. Ye who love the games of football, Or of basket-ball, or baseball, Who believe, that in all ages, That in even football players There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the victory over all foes, Listen to the Mills that grind out The athletics in the “Monthly.” Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles Through the great halls of the High School, In the years that are hereafter, Step into the High School office, Up to where the second desk is Covered o’er with many papers, Essays, poems, jokes and stories, Pause a while, and look about you, See the fine “Mag” there before you, Spend ten cents for a good paper— For the “Central High School Monthly.” Harriet E. Smith, ’02. 21 GIRLS’ LITERARY SOCIETY. • LffTEMRr jTo r---- V? Gdt.-vr In the beginning there was no G. L. S., neither anything of the kind, and lo! there was a great dearth in the land, and many souls were thirsty. But there arose one mighty in good works, and she said unto herself, “We have need of literature, and of much speaking in public,” and a great plan arose in her mind. The Great High Priest thought well thereon, and gave thereunto his consent. Lo! on the eighteenth day of October (1894). Marie, the daughter of Bruot, called an assembly of senior maidens, pious and fair, and learned in the wisdom of their teachers. The whole number was twenty, and they all came together in the great and lofty chamber in the temple of learning. When they were all seated, lo! Marie, the daughter of Bruot. began to speak, and wise words fell from her lips. And the maidens rejoiced, and were exceedingly glad that they could have an assembly and get much learning in literature and parliamentary law. Then they all went their way. Thus is the beginning of the great G. L. S., and moreover there was none like it in all the land, for other schools had no such mighty prophetess nor such Great High Priest to guide them. Lo! the assembly came together again, and it was the fifth day. And they made laws and wrote them on pages of paper to be delivered unto the members. Then they chose a maiden, Lotta, the daughter of Cotton, to be their leader, and she sat in the chair of the prophetess and spoke words 23 of wisdom with her voice. They called the name of this assembly the “Girls’ Literary Society,” and it thrived and grew, and all the maidens therein were full of joy. And it came to pass that Lotta, the daughter of Cotton, grew weary, for all the days of her rule were ninety, so they chose another to be in her stead, and she was Gertrude, the daughter of Sanderson. And the days and nights passed, and lo! it was spring, the time of examinations, a terror and dread in the land! and Gertrude, the daughter of Sanderson, called together her virgins, and said unto them, “We have need of a feast.” Behold! there was a table spread in the library with all manner of good things, and it groaned under the weight thereof. There the maidens feasted, and were satisfied, yet sorrow was in their hearts for they wrere soon to part one from another. Thus passed the first year, and like unto it all the others. Behold! these are the annals of the “Girls’ Literary Society.” It has grown, yea, it has prospered, and many are the joys therein, and much learning abides in its beauteous chamber. The maidens of the assembly are all sisters loving one another, and long keeping in their hearts the memory of those days, for youth is theirs and all the joys thereof. Here endeth the chronicles of the “G. L. S.” Bessie L. Moore, ’02. PHILOMATH EON DEBATING CLVB TIE Philomatheon Debating Club of Central High School was organized in the year 1896, its purpose being to make its members proficient, as far as possible, in conducting meetings and assemblies to drill them in rules of procedure, to strengthen them in the dedelivery of prepared speeches and debates, and to qualify them for fluent extemporaneous address and debate. That the club has done meritorious work is evinced by the fact that many of its members who gave their energies to its upbuilding while at Central have repeatedly told the succeeding members that the training there acquired has been very helpful in their college, business, and public life. The club has become one of the most energetic members of the Cleveland Interscholastic Debating League, and has held the championship in other years. In addition to debates with Cleveland schools, the club has held successful debates with teams from neighboring cities. The efforts to secure out-of-town debates are being constantly increased, and the future may see the club a member of an Interstate Debating League. During the year 1901-02, the club has not been quite up to the standard of activity, because the other clubs in the Interscholastic League did not give it a chance to show its strength in debate. All debates were this year forfeited to the club, making it the champion club of the city. The presidents during the year have been Malin and Johnston (one term between them), Sicha and Swift. The membership roll shows some promising material for the club during 1902-03. 25 Allison, Roy Arter, Wilbur Bates, Clifford Bemis, Alton Bishop, Horace Brett, Allen Buckstein, Fred Burgdorff, Ferdinand Carpenter, Robert Davis, Sidney Dawson, Howard Folkman, Samuel Hine, Carl Johnston, William Korabeck, Albert Kulow, Frank Kurtz, Abe Lang, Frank Levi, Milton Gerstenberger, Louis Handyside, Douglas Malin, Clarence Mattill, Henry Meyer, John Mills, George Radcliffe, Everett Reding, Bruce Rosenbladt, Charles Senseny, Herbert Sicha, Frank Swift, William Taggart, Claude Nesbitt, Kent Oppenheimer, Leo Osborne, Charles Taylor, William Van Epps, Leslie Voss, Walter Weil, Sidney Wistar, Dillwyn Wolf, Eugene Young, Bert 26 I '.• PHILOMATH EON DEBATING CLUB. ©fir ©lub OST of us probably have devoted very little of our time to the study of the works of Shakespeare or any of the great master writers. Many, not knowing or realizing the value of these works, neglect the real study of them. A splendid opportunity is given by the Shakespeare Club for the senior and junior scholars of our school to develop the students’ appreciation of excellent writings and to aid them in the development of their own dramatic abilities. All those who join the club must have their standings in every branch above reproach. This keeps a high standard. The club has been exceedingly successful this year, and has proved its real value in more ways than one. At Christmas time several scenes from “The Taming of the Shrew” were presented. 'Hie assembly hall was crowded, and every one was much impressed by the manner in which the scenes were rendered. Ethel Shricr as “Katherine, and Will Johnston as “Pctruchio,” were worthy of great praise. Soon after this the members of the club commenced their work in earnest for their annual entertainment, and the zeal that each one displayed proved their interest in the welfare of the club. All the students of the school were expecting much from the club, and no one was disappointed, as the entertainment was a great success. The different scenes were well selected from “Merchant of Venice,” “Winter’s Tale,” “Macbeth,” “King John,” “Hamlet,” and the “Taming of the Shrew.” Certainly “The Annual Evening With Shakespeare,” as it was called, showed good management on the part of those who were at its head, and displayed the ability of the participants. However, the works given by the club before the public do not represent the entire work of the club. During the year they have studied very completely “Macbeth,” “Hamlet,” and “Midsummer Night’s Dream.” At the weekly meetings the various parts of these works were discussed thoroughly by the members. Some time was devoted to parliamentary drill, and many became efficient in this branch of their work. The officers of the year were Ethel Shricr, president; Abe Kurtz, vice-president; Harriett Borton, secretary; Grace Hower, treasurer, and Albert Korabeck, master of properties. All the senior members arc sorry to leave the club this year, but they are leaving it with a good reputation, a full treasury, and under good management. with Frank Drew' as president; Anna Northway, vice-president; Sidney Davis, secretary; Lotta Buerger, treasurer, and Allen Brett, master of properties. May all good wishes be theirs. 29 FOOTBALL TEAM, 1901. p=o ;c=p.v • o o licl TtliUtlcl ® ,0. IS - - - V op c=o ''nC=0 I . J. FOOT BALL Our last year’s team played the following games, resulting as follows: October 5—West High School, 10: C. H. S., 0. October 32—Masten Park High School of Buffalo, 29; C. H. S., 0. October 19—W. R. A. of Hudson, 0; C. H. S., 0. October 26—A game was scheduled with Pittsburg, which was cancelled. October 30—South High School, 0; C. H. S., 0. November 2—North High School of Columbus, 18: C. H. S., 5. November 23—East High School, 6; C. H. S., 5. FOOT BALL SCHEDULE. SEASON 1902. Prof. Garbutt and Assistant Manager Truscott have arranged the fol- lowing excellent but difficult schedule for 1902. Oct. 4—Willoughby High School ...........................At home Oct. 11—Western Reserve Academy..........................At home Oct. 18—Erie High School of Erie, Pa.....................At Erie Oct. 25.—Rayen High School of Youngstown.................At home Nov. 1—Masten Park High School of Buffalo..............At Buffalo Nov. 8—North High School of Columbus.....................At home Nov. 15—University School of Cleveland...................At home Nov. 22—East High School of Cleveland....................At home South High School will be played on some Wednesday during the season. No date has been agreed upon as vet. The prospects for- a winning team in football next fall are bright, as the following players will return: Knight, Morris, Neitzel, Brandt, Davidson, Pain, Ripner and Schroeder. With all this material left over from this year Central High should certainly have a championship team. 31 BASE BALL TEAM. 1902. ■r BASE BALL The base ball team under the leadership of Captain Paul has done excellent work this year. Manager Young had an excellent schedule ar- ranged. Wednesday, April 23—Willoughby High School................At Willoughby W. H. S’, 2; C. H. S., 9. Saturday, April 26—Case 05................................At Case Field Case ’05, 11; C. H. S., 12. Saturday, May 3—Pittsburg High School ....................At Case Field P. H. S., 0; C. H. S., 18. Wednesday, May 7—W. R. U. Varsity......................At Reserve Field W. R. U., 6; C. H. S.; 8. Friday, May 9—Baldwin Wallace University.....................At Berea B. W.,5; C. II. S., 2. Wednesday, May 14—Case Varsity............................At Case Field Case, 6; C. H. S., 4. Satkirdav, May 17—Rayen High School of Youngstown... .At Cleveland Wednesday, May 21—University School ......................At Case Field U. S., 0; C. H. S. 8. Saturday, May 24—Pittsburg High School....................At Pittsburg P. H. S., 9; C. H. S., 0 (forfeited). Friday, May 30—East High School .......................At League Park E. H. S., 6; C. H. S.. 5. Saturday, May 31—Detroit University School...................At Detroit Cancelled. Wednesday, June 4—South High School.......................At Case Field No game. Saturday, June 7—North High School of Columbus............At Cleveland Cancelled. Cancelled on account of Triangular Field Meet. The following are the members of the base ball team: Wood 2b, Malin s. s., Davidson c, Schaeffer lb, Logue 3b, Clements 1 f., Knight c. f., Albaugh or Addis r. f. Sub. Mills. William Schwartz, who played on the team in '99 and 1900, is coaching the boys. 33 BASKET BALL Our basket ball team of the past year, under the leadership of Xen Scott, was very successful throughout the season, scoring a total of 102 points to their opponents’ 81. The team lined up for most of its games as follows: Drew, left forward; Isaacs, right forward ; Scott (Capt.) center; Draper, right guard; Mook, left guard. Substitutes—Morris and Knight. TRACK TEAM Our track team met University School and Oberlin High School in a joint track meet on Saturday, May 17. The following events were contested and resulted as follows: 120-yard hurdles—Hatch (U. S.) first, Draper (C. H. S.) second, Dur-fee (O. H. S.) third. Time, 17 3-5 sec. Pole vault—Arter (C. H. S.) and Gilbreath (U. S.) tied for first, Johnson (U. S.) third. Height, 8 ft. 10A in. 100-yard dash—Clark (U. S.) first, Dawson (C. H. S.) second, Spiers (O. H. S.) third. Time, 10 4-5 sec. 880-yard run—Robinson (U. S.) first, Brown (C. H. S.) second, Burnell (O. H. S.) third. Time, 2 min. 13 sec. 440-yard run—Dawson (C. H. S.) first, Baird (O. H. S.) second, Alcott (U. S.) third. Time, 55 2-5 sec. Shot put—Robinson (U. S.) first, Rodgers (C. H. S.) second, and Nick-olas (U. S.) and Burnell (O. H. S.) tied for third. Distance, 36 ft. 9j in. 220-yard hurdle—Hatch (U. S.) first, Draper (C. II. S.) second, Spiers (O. H. S.) third. Time, 29 sec. Hammer throw—Hunt (O. H. S.) first, Brandt (C. II. S.) second, Bel-den (O. H. S.) third. Distance, 99 ft. One-mile run—Robinson (U. S.) first, Quayle (U. S.) second, McClure (C. H. S.) third. Time, 4 min. 51 3-5 sec. 220-yard dash—Clark (U. S.) first, Spiers (O. H. S.) second, Davidson (C. H. S.) third. Time, 24 2-5 sec. Running broad jump—Bacon (O. H. S.) first, Dawson (C. H. S.) second, Ludlow (U. S.) third. Distance 19 ft. 2 in. Running high jump—Hatch and Ludlow (U. S.) tied for first, Bacon (O. H. S.) third. Height, 5 ft. 4 in. • Robinson of U. S. broke the preparatory school scholastic record of Ohio by two seconds. 34 First place counting 5, second 3, and third 1, the points were distributed as follows: POINTS Events University C. . S. O. H. S First ............................................. 5 3 1 Second ............................................ 5 4 0 Third ............................................. 5 3 1 Fourth ............................................ 5 3 1 Fifth ............................................. 1 5 3 Sixth ............................................ 5J 3 4 Seventh ........................................... 3 5 1'' Eighth ............................................ 0 3 6 Ninth ............................................. 8 1 0 Tenth ............................................. 5 1 3 Eleventh .......................................... 1 3 5 Twelfth ........................................... 8 0 1 Total ....................................... 53J 32 22£ The field day officials were: Judges (track)—Messrs. Gillespie, Miller and Raker. Judges (field)—Messrs. Hurd, Anderson, Garbutt. Timers—Messrs. Pettee, Johnson and Ohlc. Clerk of Course—George Gaston. Starter—George Collister. Gold medals were given as prizes for the winner of each event, and a silver medal given as the second prize. The track team met the High Schools of the city as it did last year in a joint field meet. Last year we won by a very small margin, but this year South High won out by two points. 35 WASHINGTON IRVING ENCIRCLED by gaunt-limbed oaks and ample-girted elms, with quaint ivy-veiled casements that afford a delightful view of the majestic Hudson, a curious old mansion stands upon the banks of the river a few miles from Tarrytown. The palisade upon which the aricient house is built bears its burden proudly above the adjacent elevations, vainly conscious of the dignity of the edifice. From a window in the fanciful gable the blue-bosomed Hudson, dotted here and there with white sails, stretches its slothful tide until the water and the horizon-hills meet in a shadowy line. The queer old country-house is entirely screened by mantling ivy, which has found its tenacious way across the front of the dwelling, covering with a jealous perspicuity one shuttered window. It is the casement of the chamber in which Jonathan Old Style, Diedrich Knickerbocker, otherwise known as Geoffrey Crayon, spent his declining years. It was this apartment in which the Artist of the Sketch-Book and the Scribe of the Alhambra (curious companions!) breathed their last. Washington Irving was born in the City of New York, April 3, 1783, the year that closed the Revolution. The humors of youth, it may be said, mold to the passions of age; the experiences of the lad dictate the motives of the man. When we think of Washington Irving’s boyhood we think of a long contention with influences which could never be softened by treaty or weakened by opposition. We think of a broad, inborn intelligence straightened and beset by a paternal bigotry and austerity; of an imaginative temperament at constant variance with a stern, rigid materialism and a selfish, mistaken morality. It is not improbable that these irritations should undermine the lad’s health to such a degree that on approaching manhood he was possessed of the puny and feeble physique of a child. It was sadly to be regretted that this was so, for the vitality consumed in combatting disease might better have been used in fostering a natural talent. However, a sea voyage was adjudged necessary, and Irving took passage for England. As he was lifted to the deck of the packet, he had little hope of ever seeing the chalk cliffs of that country. Fortunately for posterity and the fame of American letters, Irving returned a well man to his native shores. The troughs of the ocean waves failed to prove the jaws of death Irving’s despairing fancy had pictured. Four years after this journey to Englaid Irving published the Knickerbocker History. This was the first pretentious blossoming of his genius; hitherto it had bloomed quietly, and sturdily, in the life of the seaport town. We may fancy the young fellow during this period, strolling along the docks, gazing listlessly at the waves whispering about the piling, or perchance of a 36 summer’s afternoon lying in the shade of some warehouse and sending his thoughts far across the white-wave crests to France and Spain, filled with fiction and fable and folk-lore, where all day long the mellow olive ripens upon the sunny hillside, and the citron flings its fragrant aroma abroad through verdant arbors of jessamine and cassia. It was well for Irving’s popularity in his native town that his authorship of the History was unknown, for the book is a reckless and wilfully malicious satire upon the New Hollanders. Aside from a certain wantonness of ridicule, a painful license of lampoon, what a quaintness Irving lends to the old town! With what a delicious queerness he invests the stolid old burghers with their paste buckles, and long pipes, and the pedagogues who ferule so studiously the sturdy files of diminutive Gothamites! From what pen save that of Irving’s, we would challenge, could have come this history so drily humorous, so stolidly comical, so solemnly absurd? At length Irving sailed for England a second time on a visit to his brother. Robust as he was in mind and body, there was nothing which might cramp the activity of Irving’s pen or the fertility of his genius. The luxuriance of British legend and tradition afforded a tempting field for Irving’s peculiar inclination, for no writer has ever been so fully in accord with the kindly, homely virtues of Old England. So well attuned to the tranquil harmony of English life, Irving found a proportionate pleasure in his British tourings. The gleanings of these travels was the Sketch Book; and a more charming portfolio of character portraits or landscape etchings is not within our knowledge. Here is a delicate miniature; theire a sombre-hued pastel. Here a great mosaic of times and events long since neglected and forgotten; there a shimmering tapestry of rural loves and lives. It was the bitter irony of Fate that the ancient ceremonies of England should have been chronicled for posterity by a foreigner. It was the bitterest irony of Fate that this homespun American should pervert so willfully, yet so modestly withal, the pusillanimous approval of the English critics for his own applause. Another England of similar mystery and romance, Irving found nowhere but in Spain; and to Spain, therefore, this poetic prose writer took his way. To consider every book conceived under Spanish skies by Irving would be vain and profitless. The chiefest inspiration of the enameled meadow's, the purple mountains, and the silver rivers of Andalusia, was the “Alhambra”—the Spanish Sketch Book. If the beauty of the book bear witness to his affection, how Irving must have loved the Alhambra! A store of fiction as ample as his intensest desire could crave lay before him— he had only to grasp and use. No shadowed court, no devious corridor, no limpid fountain, nor groined chamber in which the spirits of long-dead Moors did not lurk, peering out at the wanderer in the deserted palace. When the sun was setting in the gorgeous W’est, aflame with jasper and crystal, cloud-masses, legions of fairy-folk—the shades of Sultanas and sor- 37 cerers, Caliphs and eunuchs must have conic to array themselves about the couch of Irving to pour into his impatient ear tales of war and peace; of intrigues and amours; of the blackest magic and the tenderest love. The later part of the life of Washington Irving was calm and honorable. Like a hardy pioneer, he had cut his way, by the power of his pen and the keenness of his wit, through trackless forests of Pain and Sorrow, and at last had emerged upon a sunny clearing, where Fame and Fortune showered their fairest radiance upon him. Here lie had rested, cheered and refreshed by these potent blessings, and now the shadows of evening came softly over the swaying treetops and the hand of the author relaxed and his head sank low. At length the darkness fell like a pall, and the day of Washington Irving was done. When we attempt to analyze the genius of Washington Irving, we assume a task at once thankless and complex. We can hardly avoid antagonizing the convictions of a great number of people, however we may define his charm. But to a vast majority of readers, his chiefest attraction is a sustained vein of intermingled pathos and humor, further enhanced by a ready and rhythmical style of expression. Let us say, therefore, that his humor is always refined, his pathos ever wistful, his diction fluent and elegant, and his fiction romantic and poetic. The position which Irving tenants in the register of English literature is at once unique and unapproachable. Addison has often been cited as his most formidable rival. Wc believe, on the contrary, that Addison has been too much honored by the contrast; we believe Irving to be far superior to his great prototype. Irving was so far above the spectator in life, in purpose, and in literary instinct, that a rivalry is ridiculous. Hercules would as reasonably have striven with Lichas. The character of Addison, as it looms before us in the shadowy past, is that of an ambitious politician, a literary arbiter, a social satirist, who ever used the power of his pen as a means of personal promotion and improvement. Washington Irving was none of this. He was an artist above all. He was the pioneer of American literature —the first colonial author honored in England. He is always natural and humane; in life as well as in writings free from any charge of pedantry or affectation. His gentle threnodies never degenerate to the lugubrious; his humor never debases to buffoonery. It would seem that Washington, as he laid his hand in blessing upon the head of his young namesake, imparted to the lad a portion of his paternal wardership, for as George Washington is Father of His Country, so Washington Irving is Father of His Country’s Literature. Harold C. Lyttle. SOCIETY THE Seniors, while they may enjoy their studies, as all good Seniors should, really are all the time looking forward with the greatest expectancy to the evenings of their annual parties. Those are the times when the old hall is prettily decorated in school and class colors; when each club has a special corner—the G. L. S., the P.D.C.,the Shakespeare Club—when the first floor committee for days stand around and watch some poor individual pound his fingers black and blue; when the second floor committee is busily at work on the palmist's booth, the ping-pong tables, and all that sort of labor. The Class of 1902 gave their first annual party December 20, and there were at least four hundred people present. The second was given April 18. and though there were fewer present, all seemed to have a delightful time. The Seniors also gave two “informals” just among themselves, and had enjoyable times at both of them. In truth, the class has been so congenial in every way, the clubs so prosperous, the parties so very pleasant, that they sincerely wish the time of graduation was not so near at hand. 39 0pe cframer of o c|?il(| |jfe THE spring sunshine was bright and warm, and the broad stone window ledge made a clean, cozy place to play. The paved courtyard below was too sunny, and there was nothing pretty to relieve its barren appearance. Besides, the children there were always quarreling, so Miss Dorothy, although she was a sociable little body, much preferred the quietness of her mother's rooms. She was a peculiar child, with great solemn gray eyes and an inquiring expression. In the three short years of her life, she had not become acquainted with many children, and her playmates were mostly those of her vivid imagination. On that particular morning Dot had taken her mother’s clothespins and dressed them up in handkerchiefs and bright bits of cloth. Arranged in rows upon the window ledge, they made a model “Sunday School,” and for an hour Dot had been quite busy with them. Her mother, at work in the next room, had listened and smiled as the childish voice sang or talked, and when Dot finally came to her, she looked up from her work with a pleasant, “Well, dearie, what is it?” The child’s face had a troubled expression, and she sat down in her little chair with a weary gesture. “I can’t make Tommy be good,” she said, almost ready to cry. “Why, who is Tommy?” asked the mother, as she finished arranging her table. “Tommy? Don’t you know' Tommy? He is standing right there in the door, and when I wanted to play Sunday School he wanted me to play with him, and I told him no, and he wouldn’t go awray, and he bothered me, and lie’s bad!” Then the tears that had been threatening began to fall. Mrs. West looked around, startled, but seeing no one, she drew the child to her lap and gently soothed her sobs. 40 “Tell me about Tommy,” she said, quietly, “and we’ll see what we can do.” This was not the first time that the child had had an imaginary playmate, so she was not surprised at Dot’s explanation. “Well, I was playing Sunday School, and Tommy walked right in, and he wanted me to play with him, and I wouldn't, and he spoiled my Sunday School!” At the remembrance of her wrongs, Dot’s tears started afresh. Mrs. West rocked her gently until she stopped crying, then she said: “Come, dearie, and have some bread and milk, and then take a little nap, and after that maybe you'll feel more like playing.” Refreshed by her sleep, and sweet and dainty in her clean white apron, Dot went back to her Sunday School. But the clothespins had evidently lost their charms, for she laughed gleefully, exclaiming: “Why, Tommy! How nice you look!” Then, turning eagerly to her mother, she said: “Oh, mamma! Look at Tommy’s new suit! Isn’t it pretty?” The mother was puzzled for a moment, but she said: “Tell me about Tommy’s new suit. What is it like?” “Oh, it’s the prettiest sailor suit. It’s blue, and it’s got gold buttons on it, and a cute little pocket for Tommy's handkerchief. And Tommy’s got his face washed and his hair brushed, and he’s going to play with me.” “But I don’t see Tommy,” said Mrs. West. “Where is he?” “Can’t you see Tommy? He’s right there by the window—O! he fell right out and hurtcd him!’’ And she rushed to the window, apparently in great terror. But she began to laugh as she cried out: “He didn’t fall out at all! He just bobbed down, so’s to scare me. You naughty, naughty Tommy!” Mrs. West was sorely perplexed. The child had seemed so hurt when she couldn’t see Tommy, and yet he must be purely a creation of her brain. Dot was not a strong child, thought the mother, and perhaps—but she would not entertain such a thought. It was only the child’s imagination, and she would forget all about it by tomorrow. But when tomorrow came, Dot’s first thought was of Tommy, and she could hardly wait to be dressed before running out to see if Tommy had come. “Yes! He’s right there by my chair, and I know he wants some breakfast.” She would not be satisfied until an extra plate had been made ready for him. All that day she played with Tommy. Her dolls lay neglected in their corner, and even the cherished Sunday School was forgotten. Once during 41 the morning Mrs. West heard her say: “Oh, yes, Tommy. That’s a nice play. You help me set the table, and then we’ll have our party.” The table and “party,” as well as Tommy, were supplied by Dot’s imagination, but she was perfectly satisfied with them. When everything was apparently ready, she said: “Now, you sit here, Tommy, and I’ll sit here.” And so the play went on. Dot’s distress was so genuine when others could not see “her Tommy,” that Mrs. West wisely decided to humor her in the idea for a time, and then take her away, where, amid new surroundings, she would soon forget him. Spring rolled on into summer, and the heat of the city was intense. Poor little Dot grew restless and fretful, and took no interest in anything but Tommy. He seemed to be her constant companion. Mrs. West consulted a doctor, but he could see nothing wrong with the child. The city air was not good for her, he said, especially as she had no place to play out of doors except the back porch or the common yard of the block. He suggested a change of air, which was just what Mrs. West had planned. So one morning late in June, while Dot was very busy preparing a “party” for Tommy, Mrs. West called her. “Oh, Dottie!” she said, “Do you want to know something nice?” The child was languidly interested. “What is it?” she asked. “Do you remember Aunt Janie, and little cousin Grace, who were here last winter?” “Oh, yes! And Gracic had such a pretty dress.” “How would you like to go and see them?” She clapped her hands in glee. For once Mrs. West had succeeded in making her think of something beside Tommy, and she determined to keep her mind occupied with other things. “Well, run and get your hat, and we’ll buy some new dresses, and then tomorrow we'll go out in the country to Aunt Janie’s.” The child had never taken such a trip before, and in her mind the “country” was a vague, far away place, where everything was very wonderful and very lovely. She tried, in her childish way, to help her mother with the preparations, and Tommy seemed to have vanished from her mind. But that evening, while her mother was undressing her, Dot suddenly stopped in the middle of a sentence to exclaim: “Oh, mamma! I ran away this morning and left Tommy. What will he do?” “He must have known you were going, and he probably went to play with someone else.” 42 “Qh, no! Tommy wouldn’t do that. He wouldn't play with anybody but me.” “But, dearie, you mustn’t take him with you to Aunt Janie’s. They wouldn’t understand him there, you know, and they might laugh at you.’’ The child looked troubled. “What if lie just comes anyway?” she asked. “Don’t tell him where you are going. He will find some one to play with while you are gone, and you will have Gracie, you know, and so many things to do.” This was a puzzle Dot could not understand, and after pondering over it for awhile, she let the matter drop. The next morning she ate her breakfast in silence, but was more interested when her mother began to get ready to go. There was a great deal to see at the station, and when the train came in, Dot’s excitement reached its height. The view from the car window was a continuous round of new pleasures for the city bred child, and the fields and meadows, patches of woodland, little lakes and silvery streams were beauties of which she had never dreamed. But even that grew a little tiresome after a few hours of riding, and Dot leaned back in her seat with a weary little sigh. Suddenly, however, she began to laugh so heartily that her mother asked: “Why, Dottie! What’s the mater?”’ “O see!” she cried eagerly. “Look out there! There’s Tommy a riding on the wire!” Mrs. West had hoped that Tommy would be forgotten, but she could not say anything. So she drew out her lunch box and soon had Dot interested in that. It was not long before the end of the ride was reached, and when they arrived at the cozy old farm house Dot was glad enough to go to sleep. For a few days nothing was heard of Tommy, and Dot was kept busy getting acquainted with the inmates of the barnyard and seeing the other interesting things about the farm. But she was not strong and hardy, like the little country lassie, and she was “so tired’’ that her mother thought it best for her to be more quiet. Somehow the country air did not bring the hoped for improvement, and the mother's eyes were often dim as she watched the listless movements of her darling. The child had been sleeping one day in a hammock under the big apple tree, while her mother sat on the porch near by reading. A slight wind rustled the tree top, and Dot sat up in alarm. “O! O!’’ she screamed. “There’s Tommy in the tree, and he won’t 43 come down! Mamma! Mamma! Come and take Tommy down, or he’ll fall and hurt him!” Mrs. West ran out to comfort the frightened child, telling her she must have dreamed about Tommy, but her efforts were of no avail. Dot still insisted that Tommy was in the tree, so finally Mrs. West called one of the men, and, hastily explaining matters, had him climb the tree and “bring Tommy down.” Then she carried the poor sobbing little one into the house and tried to quiet her. She was successful after a time, but Dot was restless and tossed about in her sleep. Once she opened her eyes to ask where Tommy was, and her mother assured her that he was safe and unhurt. That was the last they ever heard of Tommy, for it was but a few days until the gray eyes were closed and the sweet little voice was hushed. Tommy always remained a mystery. There is no doubt that to Dot he was as real a person as her mother, but to the rest of the world he was the creation of a child’s mind—an unexplained and inexplicable mystery. There is no longer a Sunday School of clothespins on the window ledge, and the childish voice no longer converses with an unseen Tommy. But sometimes the mother hears the familiar name on the lips of some street child, and she suppresses the sob that will arise and tries to forget her loneliness in making some real Tommy happy. Harriett B. Borton, 02. 44 To a Violet Wonderful, dainty, frail, little creation, Small, yet a work divine, a reflation Of powers supreme, that through numberless years Swing round In their courses harmonious spheres. Hfter the snowdrop and primrose have died, Chen for the violet, bright and blue-eyed, Laddies and lassies scour woodland and vale, Peering and searching In sun-sheltered dale, O sweetest of flowers, why keepcst thou aloof, Sequestered and lonelv beneath verdant roof? Che dogwood, spring beauty, anemone, all, Come cut from their coverts at proud Nature's call$ But thou, pensive flower, remalnest behind, More modest, more beautiful, no one can find. 7ust as the lumlnons, bright, twinkling stars, Bespangling the robe of night, dash sllv'ry bars Of mellow light cross heaven's expanse, So docs thy radiance man's heart entrance. ABE S. KURTZ, 02 45 A LITERARY VENTURE DON’T you see what a stir it would make, Helen? Why, my success as an author of merit would be firmly established; as one might say, mv house of success will be built on the rock where it will stand forever, and not on the sand where it has stood. All authors now-a-days are forgotten in a few years, after the interest in their books or stories lias flagged. I do not wish to be forgotten so soon ’ and with a laugh Arthur Morgan rose from the willow chair in which he had been sitting, and lighting a cigar began to pace to and fro across the space at the southwest corner of the veranda. He had come down to Old Point Comfort to spend Sunday with some friends, Mrs. Sothern and her daughter. During the morning he had been holding quite a discussion concerning his pet idea, with Helen. “Yes,” he continued, blowing rings of blue smoke into the air, “I am sure I can do it! I have my plots already formed, and all that I have to do now is to write the stories.” “But the starting is the hardest part, Arthur. Anyone can think up plots. Why, even I, who never thought of writing a story, can think of a plot for one, but it's very similar to another story. However, as long as there are only thirty-some varieties of plots, I shall content myself with reading the stories of other authors,” answered Helen, with a smile which disclosed to view a deep dimple in her left cheek. She was a girl who was intellectual as well as beautiful. They, she and Arthur, had been friends since babyhood, and whenever he had any new plan as to his literary work, he had always talked it over with her beforehand. Hitherto she had always agreed with him in his suggestions, and sometimes her corrections, additions and changes had benefited his plots considerably. They had never had the slightest sign of a quarrel, but upon one point, that of his new plan, they positively did not agree. The name of Arthur Morgan was very well known to magazine editors and to magazine readers. He had been kept busy most of his time answering the numerous demands for his stories from the publishing houses. Lately one of his friends from New York, a very prominent man of letters, had said to him: “Morgan, why don’t you try a long story? With your ability you ought to be able to write a good snappy novel for the long-suffering punblic. Don’t try an historical novel, though. Any child who wrote a good composition in his grammar school days ought to be able to write one of those things. Do be original! That’s what we want and need, and that is what you can do. You arc just the man for it. Why don’t you?” 40 “Well,” Morgan thoughtfully replied, “that has long been a hobby of mine, to be original in my story writing—to do something no one else has done—I suppose everyone feels that way. There have been authors, take Hawthorne for instance, who in their time were original, but others have copied their style, their characters, their originality, so that now all are similar. All have written short stories, all long novels. One can’t be original there, but if I can only make a short story new and fresh, then perhaps I may feel confident enough to try a novel. I’ve thought of plots galore, if I can only work them up. Won’t you lunch with me today at the club at twelve-thirty?” The two men spent a pleasant noon hour together, and when the luncheon was finished Morgan had fully made up his mind to try an original story. As Helen had usually been his confidante, he had come down to Old Point Comfort to consult her before attempting his new plan. So far he had not met with much success in his debate with that young lady, for she did not approve of his “foolish hobby,” and frankly told him so. “Aye, there’s the rub,” he answered to her statement concerning authors and books of the present time. “That’s just why I want to try my new way and write the original story of the present day, for I think there ought to be a change in modern literature. Don’t you think so, Helen?” “Yes,” she replied, “your ideas are good. Your plans are good, and as far as the change in present day literature is concerned. T do heartily agree with you,” she replied, “but why do you attempt it? Your stories are already different from the general run. You are just like a child with a piece of pie. He wants more as soon as the first piece is gone, and is not satisfied until he gets it. Half the time he does not eat the second piece; three-eighths of the time lie’s sorry he asked for it, the other eighth—well, perhaps he’s glad he took it.” “I hope to belong to the one-eighth class then. Perhaps when I do enjoy my second piece of pie, you will come to think as I do.” “I hardly believe I shall.” “Then we’ll say no more about it, Helen.” “Why not? I enjoy arguing with you.” “But you don't argue from the correct standpoint. You look at the wrong side of the question.” “Of course I do, according to your opinion of the subject. It is natural for you to think that you are right. I think that you are spoiled by the popularity you have already attained. What will you be when that new story appears? Oh, why do you change your stories? They are all right now. Arthur, originality is the most sought for goal of any author. Sometimes, as I have said, he succeeds; other times, lie fails.” “Please don’t ridicule me, Helen. I was almost going to say that you 47 had already dampened my ardor for even attempting to think of writing that story, but I am going to show you that I can do what I have set my heart on doing, even if it takes months and years to accomplish my end. I have planned to adopt a nont de plume—‘Max Merrill —then if I do not succeed I need never let the public know who I really am. Don’t you think that name is a good one, and will look well at the end of my stories?” “0, Art,” laughed Helen, “such castles! They will all be tumbling about your ears in less than no time. Don’t be foolish and waste your time when you could be writing other stories, like those you have Written before.” “I’m sorry not to meet with your approval, Helen. It takes the courage and ambition right out of a fellow to have his best friend lose confidence in him. Why can’t you see this plan as I do, Helen? Why do you feel so against it?” “Arthur, I can’t say I have lost confidence in you, but I do not think you are wise to devote your time and energy to a vague idea. If you should fail, can’t you see what your friends would think? You would be ridiculed; you, who have made a name for yourself already in the literary field, you would be laughed at. Arthur, that is my chief reason for not being in favor of your plan. I do not wish to see you ridiculed or criticized in an unpleasant way. Now let’s drop this quarrelsome subject and have a good friendly chat, for I hate to think of your strange idea. Yes”—as he started to speak—“that is what I shall call your pian. It deserves no better name. What have you been doing at the club lately?” If Helen had but known what Arthur was to reply to her apparently simple question, she would have asked something different, but she unfortunately was no mind reader, and did not realize that her inquiry was the match which sent the spark of Arthur’s vexation into a blaze. “Talking over my ideas with Jack Ballyntine,” he quickly responded. “You know him, read his books, havn’t you? A fine fellow, original in a way, too. He suggested my trying something new, and offered all the assistance he could give to me. He writes well, and in places where I fail to write understanding , he can help me. Won’t you help me, Helen?” “Arthur, I had rather not have anything to do with this new fancy. But do be careful of Jack Ballyntine. He seems untrustworthy to me. Let him give you ideas, for I can think of nothing original, but don’t tell him too much. When you get back to New York you can see him and then get to work.” “There is no use in mv staying here longer, so I shall leave at five-thirty, for the sooner I get back the better I can work. Isn’t that your mother coming to get us for luncheon? Shall we meet her?” The two friends walked silently down the veranda, met Mrs. Sothern, and lunched 48 together. There was a strange silence on the parts of Helen and Arthur, but the voluble Mrs. Sothern asked about everything in general and about everyone in particular, not seeming to notice the silence between the two young people. “You are not going home for a while, are you Arthur?” she said, as they rose from the table. “Yes, Mrs. Sothern, I leave at half past five this afternoon, I’m sorry to say, but business is business, you know, and I have to get to work immediately. Excuse me a few moments while I pack my few belongings,” and with these words he left them pleasantly sitting in the same southwest corner of the piazza. “Is Arthur writing all the time?” asked Mrs. Sothern, after he had been gone a few hours, and they had finished dinner. “What was he in such a hurry for? He ought to have stayed longer. I never knew him to be so eager with work.” “Yes,” Helen answered, studying the arrangement of the folds of her white dress, as she leaned far back in the wicker chair which happened to be in “their” corner. “He is very busy now, just full of new plans that he wants to put into operation. He won’t be here again for quite a while, if he comes at all, for he is going to start a series of short stories for one of the leading magazines, and they are to commence next month. He is very clever at those you know—oh, are they dancing now, Mr. Gantcr? Yes, you may have this dance,” she said, as they walked away, not to come back to the corner that evening, for Helen Sothern was the most popular girl at Point Comfort that season. When Morgan arrived in New York he went directly to his club, for he was to meet Ballyntine there. Imagine his astonishment and surprise when he heard that Jack had left (very suddenly) for Europe with some friends, not to be back for six months, perhaps longer. After trying for days to write, meeting with no success, he decided that a short sojourn in Concord, at the home of his parents, would rest his tired nerves and give him something new to think about. During his stay there a Harper’s Magazine was sent to him. As he was glancing through it, the name of a hitherto unknown author met his eye. He started, and turning to the first of the story, read it from beginning to end. It was very similar to his conception of an original story, it almost corresponded exactly with-his, he was surprised and astounded at every paragraph. But the strangest part of it all was the author’s nom dc plume—“Max Merrill.” Who could have written it? What a strange coincidence, the idea, the name! Was there another author of that name? He could not understand it. That night he wrote a confidential letter to one of the publishers, a friend of his, asking for a description and the real name of the author, for personal reasons. At the end of the week he received a reply, stating that “the author was John Ballyntine, and he took 49 the nom de plume for fear his story would be rejected. Any manuscript of Mr. Ballyntine’s would be used, but this story was so decidedly original that it was accepted at once, and he was now in England, writing more in the same style. It was the zenith of his fame as an author.” Morgan was completely stunned for a minute. He could not realize that Ballyntine, his friend, would turn traitor, the one to whom he had confided his greatest hopes. Fool that lie was! lie should have known better. Even Helen had warned him not to trust Jack. The thought that Ballyntine had used his name, had enjoyed his success, had attained the zenith of his fame, tortured him. He knew not what to do. where to turn. The next morning he received a letter that had been forwarded to him from New York, a letter that hurt worse than his friend’s deception, and yet he was glad to get it, for it was from Helen. She had read the story by him—“Max Merrill' —of course thinking it was his, and now apologized for having apparently so little faith in his ability. She ought to have known him better, but she appreciated and admired his pluck in “screwing his courage to the sticking place, for,” she wrote, “Pluck wins. It always wins, though days be slow, And nights be dark 'twixt days that come and go; Still pluck will win—its average is sure. He gains the prize who can the most endure, Who faces issues, he who never shirks, Who waits and watches, and who always works.” She also told him he had been greatly missed, and if he would come to Point Comfort very soon he would be very welcome. One person, at any rate, would be glad to see him, she knew. What should he do? It was torture to read that letter, it saddened and then gladdened him. Should he let her believe he wrote that story? Here was Ballyntine on the other side of the ocean. Would he find out? What would he care? Her friendship was little to Ballyntine, but her love was everything to him. He had so missed their jolly conversations and arguments, their confidential talks, and the many happy hours spent together. And what had his writings amounted to since he had had no critic? And he needed a helpful critic, too. She had always been so kind to him. Would she still believe in him if she knew he had not written that story? Would she still help him? Should he deceive her? Nine chances out of ten she would never hear from Ballyntine again. What should he decide? The tone of her letter was different from any he had ever received from her. There seemed to be something hidden between the lines. What was it? How could he find out? Should he lie to her? Should he think of deceiving her? No, a thousand times no. He would risk all, risk the thought of losing her esteem and love, but he would write the truth, so that evening at his desk he penned the one line to Helen, “I did not write that story.” Harriet E. Smith, ’02. 50 CLASS HISTORY IN THE year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and ninety-eight, there entered into the rugged and mountainous country of Learning a band of eight hundred settlers. Some came from the land of Outh-waite, others from South Case, and still others from the land of Sibley, to bear together the struggle and trials which, they had been told, they would surely encounter in that strange land. They were so bewildered by their new surroundings that, for the first year of their sojourn in that new country, they did little more than wander aimlessly about at the foot of the mountains where they had taken up their abode, in constant awe of their neighbors. The nearest of these were situated a little higher up the mountains and called themselves Sophomores, a name which in itself inspired awe in the hearts of these quiet peaceable Flats, for thus were those who had just come into the country of Learning called by the older dwellers in the land. A't some distance beyond the Sophomores were a people called Juniors, who, judging at least by their name, seemed less formidable to the Flats than their nearer neighbors, the Sophomores; but immeasurably beyond these simple unassuming people at the foot of the mountains dwelt a great and mighty people called Seniors, who, by their grave and dignified bearing, inspired reverence in the hearts of all their neighbors. The Flats had their Archons who were ready to help them over rough places in their journeys, to advise them in their undertakings, and to encourage them when they became disheartened. During the second year of their stay in the country of Learning, the Flats, emulating their 51 neighbors, began their weary way up the mountains, under the guidance of their wise Archons, who told them that the only way by which these mountains could be climbed was by conquering each day the difficulties they met with in their journey. Spurred on bv Ambition they at length reached the dwellings of the Sophomores. Joy reigned supreme in the hearts of the quondam Flats, for they felt that they had at last reached a place where recognition at least could not be denied them by their neighbors. But the Sophomores were ever a hard working people, and after a year of tireless industry Ambition again rose within them and they toiled still further up the mountains. They had been glad to become Sophomores, but they were doubly glad to become Juniors, for were they not near neighbors to the' Seniors, and might not they, too, aspire to that elevated position? Meanwhile they toiled diligently over their appointed tasks, each day climbing higher up the steep incline, until in September, nineteen hundred and one, they stood triumphant in the midst of the Seniors and became a part of that great host which had preceded them thither. True, the path had been rough and stony, and some, discouraged, had fallen by the wayside, while others had departed for distant lands, so that this band of settlers in the counry of Learning had dwindled from eight hundred to one hundred and eighty. But those remaining did not lose courage. They were loyal and true, ready to help their Archons in any undertaking, while they labored diligently to make their stay in that part of the country profitable and pleasant. The form of government which this Senior community adopted was essentially a democracy. Once during each month an assembly composed of the entire number of inhabitants met to decide important questions. This assembly was called a Senior Meeting, and on October twenty-fifth, nineteen hundred and one, amid the shouts of opposing factions, officers were elected by the people from among their own number. Eugene Wolf, who proved to be an able and efficient ruler, was elected to hold the office of President, whose duty it was to preside over all meetings of the assembly and supervise the workings of the whole organization. In the absence of the President, Wilma Ball, the Vice President wielded the gavel with the “force of temporary power.” A Secretary was elected to formulate and record the proceedings of each meeting, and this office was well filled by Bessie Moore. Another officer called Treasurer looked after the finances of the assembly. Dillwyn Wistar proved himself a very energetic officer in that capacity, and he was ably assisted by Helen Smith. Since by their constitution the members of the assembly were permitted perfect freedom of thought and speech, many heated discussions arose, but the wisdom and tact of the presiding officer quickly restored harmony. The period succeeding this political development produced many great writers of both poetry and prose, among whom was Harold Lyt- 52 tie, distinguished by his finished style of composition in both fields of literature, as was also his contemporary, Harriett Borton, whose writings dealt for the most part with the beauties of Nature. Another well-known writer of prose was Harriet Smith, whose works, bright and interesting as they were, appealed directly to the hearts and sympathies of their readers. This was also true of Abe Kurtz, a famous poet of that age, whose range extended from the heroic epic to the pastoral. The intellectual and literary taste on the part of the community as a whole was promoted by several clubs, the members of which, while possessing intellectual ability, were also citizens of good standing. Among these organizations was the “Philo-matheon Debating Club,” composed of youths, who, with the ardor of a Demosthenes delivering his Philippics, discussed the questions of the day. A similar organization was the “Girls' Literary Society,” composed of maidens who, by a course of studies, pleasant as well as profitable, developed their intellectual powers. Another society whose membership was composed of both youths and maidens was the “Deutsche Literarische Verein.” The members of this society spent their time in studying the works of the great masters of German literature. It was in the line of Dramatics, however, that these Seniors particularly distinguished themselves, for never before had any community given rise to so many of dramatic genius. Will Johnston, who could portray the character of “Hamlet” as vividly as that of “Petruchio,” was one of the best actors of the time. Albert Korabek, a contemporary, rose to fame in his profession by his excellent rendition of the “Grave Digger’s Scene” from “Hamlet.” Ethel Shrier, made famous by her portrayal of the character of “Katherine,” from the “Taming of the Shrew,” Elsa Buerger, known for her vivid portrayal of “Ophelia,” and Ida Schwab, the well-known “Lady Macbeth,” formed the great dramatic trio of the time. Like the ancient Greeks, the Seniors were enthusiastically in favor of games and contests, and the Archons, realizing the good results brought about by such contests, wisely promoted athletic training. Nor were these contests merely local. Neighboring communities joined with them, and consequently party spirit ran high. But the Seniors proved themselves superior in this, as well as in other respects, by the work of their representatives, Howard Dawson and Arthur Paul, for never had a community produced a “pitcher” to equal the latter. Another institution which helped to bring about unity and good fellowship among the Seniors, was the festivals held during the year under the name of Senior Parties. At such times weighty cares of government and all thoughts of labor were laid aside, while the people of the community flocked together and answered most readily to the invitation of the music to “Come and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe.” 53 Thus pleasantly and profitably their year’s sojourn in the community of Seniors was drawing to a close in the summer of the year nineteen hundred and two. Soon they were to part, some to go still further up the mountains in quest of a higher education, others to enter the country of Active Life, but never will they forget the. days spent together in the country of Learning, never the Archons who so wisely and patiently encouraged them as they bravely struggled up the sides of the mountains of Thought, while the spirit of the watchword will inspire them in their life to come as it has done in the days that have passed, “Nil desperandum!” Ci.ara Horn, ’op’s Historian. 54 Mr. Harris—“A friend to all, and of all a friend.” Mr. Weimer—“A man he was to all the country dear.” Eugene Wolf—“For rhetoric he could not ope his mouth, but out there flew a trope.” Florence Harris—“There studious let me sit.” Harriet Smith—“Infinite riches in a little room.” Elsa Buerger—Made to court an amorous looking glass.” Phelps Crumm—“A Yankee boy is trim and tall and never over fat, sir.” Nellie Saunders—“She thinks too much.” Louis Gerstenberger—“Like the river, largest at the mouth.” Miss Adams—“None know thee but to love thee; none name thee but to praise.” Leo Koch—“A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!” Dr. Zeliqzon—“Love seldom haunts the breast where learning dwells.” Alice Ball—“Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! What a sigh is there!” 55 Albert Einstein— My Sunday hat now bring to me, And bring to me my pen and pads, For tomorrow I go, thro’ slush and snow In search of some ‘Monthly ads.’ ” Dell Fulton— One broad, expansive smile.” Stella Beitman— Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax.” Helen Gaines— Forsooth, a buxsome lass!” Jessie Bialosky-— And add to the words of the poet the music of thy voice.” Sidney Friedman— A veritable ‘Tub.’ ” Jack Meyer— An I for an I, and a tooth for a tooth.” Clarence Malin— None but himself can be his parallel.” Will Johnston— Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Fred Harris— The apparel oft proclaims the man.” Mr. Krug— Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he.” Helen Smith—“Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.” Wilbur Laganke— With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much learning to have a common thought.” Sidney Weil— I am Sir Oracle.” Horace Bishop— Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.” Wilma Ball— Vain pomp and glorv of the world, I hate thee.” Bruce Reding— How long, O Lord, how long?” Florence Beckwith— She makes sweet music.” Sadie Alexander— I sing because I must.” Isaac Stavokovvsky—“What's in a name?” Mollie Stearn— Gentleness in its most perfected form.” Rosie Sey— Her name best describes her.” Frank Lang— I’m fond of girls, I really am.” Harriett Borton— Earth sounds my wisdom and high Heaven my fame (?)” Clara Horn— In truth, a great historian.” 56 Albert Korabeck—“Let me play the fool.” Roy Allison—“Whose little body lodged a mighty mind.” Charles Osborne—“Bobby Shafto’s young and fair, Combing down his yellow hair— Pretty Bobby Shafto.” Bessie Henderson—“Golden hair, like sunlight streaming.” Annie Bulkeley—“Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maidens are.” Grace Reed—“Tell inc. pretty maiden, are there any more at home like you?” Lois Tuckerman—“Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.” Rhuba Simmons—“I never dare to write as funny as I can.” Charles Eiscle—“A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.” Florence Goodhart—“As the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumined by her eye.” Elsie Klein—“Now, listen girls, listen.” Gertrude Leon—“‘Sober, steadfast, and demure.” Grace McMillan—“With even step and musing gait. (?)” Eva Bauman—“Calm and unruffled as a summer’s day.” Joe Plodeck—“We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it.” Ferdinand BurgdorfF—“Blue-eyed and fair of face, With lengths of yellow ringlets like a girl.” Litta Perkins—“Doth make the night joint laborer with the day.” Fannie Sable—“Meager were her looks, Sharp misery had worn her to the bones.” Elsie Spcngler—“Oft times a violent laughter screwed her face.” Grace Hower—“The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers.” Mildred Delaney—“Thou art said to have a stubborn soul.” Guy Higgins—“He wears the rose of youth upon him.” Mr. Starek—“The one thing finished in this hasty world.” 57 Agnes and Margaret Campbell—“Two lovely flowers on a single stem.” Miss Keeler—Let your words fall from your lips like coins from the mint.” Mr. Lynch—“He is a proper man’s picture.” James Silver—“With loads of learned lumber in his head.” Ethel Shrier—“I would have no one to control me. I would be absolute.” Irene Moss—“Muddle.” “A still small voice.” Otto Konigslow—“He hath a face like a benediction.” Arthur Littman—“Seldom does he smile.” Selma Thorman—“More hair than wit.” George Draper—“I’m sporty, I am.” Ethel Quarrie—“There’s nothing so needful to me as a man.” Wilbur Artcr—“Pussy Wants a corner.” Charles Thompson—“Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.” Abe Kurtz—“A preacher I would be.” Frank Kulow—“Class orator, he, of rare ability.” Isaac Markowitz—“He wears his clothes as though they were thrown on with a pitchfork.” Bessie O’Brien—“Better late than never.” 58 Extracts from “The Calcium Light” A PAPER PUBLISHED IN ROOM 16 BY ALTON BEMIS There is a handsome young man in our class with blooming cheeks like the roses of June. It is rumored that he wears gloves while he eats. Of course we wouldn’t like this to get abroad. Perhaps you have seen him. He has lately been sporting a new vest. It makes so much noise Mr. Lynch has to keep tapping on his desk all the time. He is afraid to come to the Senior meetings for fear some one might ask him to second a motion. I wonder who the guy is? The other day Harold Lyttlc said “Darn it.” It took me two hours to restore Lang and Osborne to consciousness. They are still weak. Did you ever see the sport of the class? He is worth seeing. You might catch a glimpse of hjm on Longwood some day. He wears a black Fedora with the brim turned inside out. His collar is turned down and his pants turned up. His necktie is bright turkey red. He presses his pants twice a week. He has the most beautiful swagger you ever saw. To be frank with you I wouldn’t like to tell his name. A boy and his little sister were walking along the street, when a lady passing remarked to the boy: “How old is your little sister?’’ “Five years old.” “Oh my, isn’t she small for her age?” “Well, she was brought up on condensed milk.” We regret to say that Lang has suffered a relapse. The strain on his nerves has been too great. You see, ever since Christmas he had been screwing up courage to ask his friend on Longwood to the Monthly dance. The fellows pitched in and encouraged him, and gave him a rub-down when it was all over. Eat Corrugated Biscuits—Adv. Isn’t it strange that Billy Arter never gets arrested? Now don’t be so quick to draw conclusions. We hear that Frank Lang gave the cabby half a dollar to drive through Wade Park on his way home from the Monthly dance. The other Knight I saw somebody on Oakdale. It looked like the ex-football captain, but I wouldn’t swear to it. 59 ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. What is the meaning of the word “flunk”?—X. Y. It signifies to go to a dance in the afternoon and to a show the night before. Why is Greek taught in C. H. S.?—C. T. To give the scholars greater opportunities to stay there more than four years. Why has the Assembly room got a buzzer?—L. A. To make the speakers nervous in rhctoricals. Why are there telephones in the hall?—A Reader. So. Mr. Weimcr won't have to yell up the well. Is there a way to avoid flunking?—N. O. Stay home in the morning. Who is Albert Einstein?—S. P. The Central High School Monthly. What is meant by “Senior Dignity”?—Subscriber. Never heard of it. What is the “Supplement”?—Enquirer. A pipe dream (?). Charlie Thompson—We know of no remedy for tousled hair except to brush it once a month. If you desire smooth hair like Carl Hine’s, pour cream on it and let the cat lick it. What does “Vidi, (signed) Dr. M. Zeliqzon,” signify?—Anxious Student. It is equivalent to “I have given you a zero. (Signed) Dr. M. Zeliqzon.” People are just dying to ride in the new Funeral Car. Have you read “How I became the Whole Cheese,” an autobiography by E. Wolf?—Adv. Mr. Hine has called on us and objected to our referring to the use of cream on his hair. In order to right our mistake we print by permission the recipe he uses: Soap well and apply 1 bottle LePage’s glue, 1 cup axle grease, one-half cup tallow, 1 quart molasses, 1 pound lard, one-half pound Satin Gloss starch, 1 cake beeswax. Iron well after using. Clarence has been seen mailin’ a letter. Too bad about Jack Meyer, isn’t it? INVEST IN VESTS AT KOHEN’S—THE ONTARIO STREET MISFIT EMPORIUM. Mr. Kohen wishes to announce that he has ordered by cable from France a cargo of white duck vests like those worn by Eugie Wolf, Ally Einstein, Oldie Lyttle and the sporting editor of the Calcium Light at the informal dances. Readers of this paper can secure one of these vests on presentation of this advertisement and thirty cents. CO Hail! thrice hail! O noblest institute Contrived of man, what tongue will now be mute, What voice not join to sing the praises due One, giving all and asking naught in lieu? 'Tis not long since thy worthy work began, That work of changing innocent to man, Of drawing forth the powers of the mind, To better the self—bett'ring of mankind, And make our lives what life is meant to be: An uphill path to reach eternity. Unto thy care is giv'n earth's greatest treasure, The pride of home, home's chiefcst source of pleasure; In wonder rapt as doth a child beseem, The thrice-walled site, where knowledge rules supreme. He views. Of these three walls the first confronts him ; Ofttimes he walks around its outer rim, The courage lacks to do. But now with care He grasps the rough hewn stones to do and dare, And hand o'er hand ascends with perfect ease. From here a small, rough, narrow road he sees; If he desires but practical to be. Cares not for knowledge more, or if it be That knowledge comes too hard, this road he takes. The worldly man great progress sometimes makes, More often still, maintains a sluggish pace. Falls back, and soon is lost in life's swift race. The greater part of those, who scale the first, Are seized with such an unabating thirst For learning still, they scale the second wall, Of steeper build, more arduous in all. Beyond this wall a smooth wide road extends, And many a man on to success it sends. But some there are who leave all else behind, So narrow are their minds and so confined To earthly things, they e'en forget life's mission, Seek wealth by day; night haunts them with the vision Of wealth to come. The yellow piles increase, The years speed on, their mania does not cease; But now their sinking health becomes impaired, They stop, too late, ill have they fared, They see their folly now ; why not before? O blinding thirst for gold, thou leadest more Unfortunate and erring men to crime Than any motive since the birth of time; Happy the man that falls not in thy way, By thy deluding light he's led astray. But those who place their aim in life above The ordinary type of man, and love To dwell on high Parnassus' even slopes With Muses nine; to realize their hopes Must first assail the last of these three walls, From which quite oft some one discouraged falls. This final victory won, to human kind Are given great leaders, men of mighty mind. But now we ask: 44 What are these walls that crown Parnassus' heights? The first, the school of childhood's sweet delights; The next, a higher school of serious hour; The last, still greater test of manly power. Of these, we now have passed the second wall, And some have yet to scale the third—not all; May those whose education is complete O'erpower every obstacle they meet. 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Z )t Bottler Burdick Co. 129 €ucliD auenue 2nd .floor f rto Gn lanD ‘Buildino 70 WITH A VIEW TO THE ------FUTU R E--- Open an Account with The Union Bank Savings Company Woodland Avenue, near Willson Our Handsome Clock Banks issued free to depositors will help to build a substantial Bank Account. r It Runs LIGHT ... AND ... Sews RIGHT fVhite Sewing Machine Co. 264 Euclid Ave. f ClH f Uihfte We Make them Snappy and Stylish, too. We court competition, We admire opposition, Rut under no condition Will we move from our position A well selected line of WOOLENS awaiting your inspection. Come in and get acquainted GEO. W. VOSS SDruffsiat 679 Woodland Ave. Cleveland BELL MAIN 1016 CUYAHOGA R 887 W. BUSCIIMAN CO. 3. JFelbman 414 Superior Street Opposite Holleuden Hotel FURNITURE CARPETS DR APERIES 214-216 Superior St., Cleveland, O. 71 Remington Standard Typewriter “THAT’S ALL” Call up Main 2146 and consult us before ordering your winter’s supply of Hard Coal. 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