Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

Text from Pages 1 - 178 of the 1901 volume:

THE CENTRALIAN. Volume III. Edited by the Staff of the Central Luminary. BOARD OP EDITORS. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, ASSOCIATE EDITOR. Mr. Will S. Hogsett. Mr. Joseph R. Ellis. LITERARY EDITORS, Miss Nellie Carkener. Miss Elsie Gillham. LOCAL EDITORS, Miss Mary Pepper. Mr. Raymond G. Barnett. Miss Julia Freeman. Mr. Edgar Lovejoy. BUSINESS MANAGERS, Mr. Roy D. Bradbury. Mr. Will Singleton, Asst. EXCHANGE EDITOR, ATHLETIC EDITOR, Miss Maude II. Neal. Mr. Ralph Morrison. ARTISTS, Mr. Earl Hurd, Regular Artist. Miss Mary Peters, Mr. Ralph Freyschlag, Miss Neely Trowbridge, Contributors. % -4 — ■ -5- DDcBdl Suited] to I}Dike (£0 � ©© 0®dDDo -o- BOARD OP EDUCATION Honorable Jos. L. Norman, President. Honorable Gardiner Lath rob, Vice President. Honorable W. K. Benson, Secretary. Honorable E. F. Swinney, Treasurer. Honorable L. C. James. Honorable J. Scott Harrison. Honorable F. A. Faxon. Honorable Milton Moore. GREETING. N this, the third volume of The Cen-trauan, we give to the school what we have earnestly endeavored to make a representative year book or annual of Central High School. We have given ever}’ organization in the school a space in which they might publish anything they chose, so that the book may be truly said to be Central’s own book. We hope each of our readers will keep The Ckntralian as a memento of the good times we are now enjoying in “Old Central.” -8— E. C. WHITE. Principal. WU!UN I. I. CAMMACK. Vice-Princij «l. -9- MISS FOX. MISS JOHNSON. MISS SUTERMSISTER. JZ MR. LUBY. MISS N. SEAMANS. MISS WILDER. MR. COLL. MISS ADAMS. MR. GRAVES. MISS WHIPPLE. MR. HANKS. MR. dili.knbkck -10- MISS SNYDER. MISS SPENCE. MR. PICK UN. MRS. WHEEEER MISS DENNY. MR. SMITH. MISS ARCHER MISS G. SEAMANS. MR BAINTER. MR. WEESH. MISS KIDWKEE. MISS THATCHER -11- MR. NOWUN, MR. WHITE MAJOR KKI.SKY. MR REID. -12- miss ARMSTRONG. MISS DARNEL!,. MRS. VOORHKES. MR. DOUOI.ASS. MISS HA IN. MISS VON UNWERTH. MR. BROWN —13 — MISS LRSUKT THE FACULTY Dr. E. C. White, Miss Armstrong, Mr. 1.1. Cammack, Vice-Principal—Civics and Mathematics. Miss Bertha Bain, English and History. Mr. p. H. Ayres, Miss Effik Buck, Mr. E. M. Bainter, Miss Esther Crowe, Mr. J. F. Brown, Mr. P. K. Dillenbkck, Miss Ellen Fox, Mr. A. E. Douglass, Miss Kate Harriman, Mr. F. H. Ficklin, Mr. Porter Graves, Botany and Physical Geography. Miss Lesueur, Mr. L. L. L. Hanks, History and Civics. Miss Sophia Rosknbkrgrk, Mr. H. II. Holmes, Miss Gertrude Seamans, Major Kelsey, Miss NkttirSeamans Mr. W. A. Luby, Mr. R. A. Minckwitz, Miss Anna F. Spence, Latin. Mr. C. H. Nowlin, Miss Sarah Steele, Mr. F. M. Pktkr8, Chemistry. Miss Jessie S. Thacher, Mr Burton Reid, Miss Frida Von Unwerth, Mr. E. E. Rush, Miss Mary E. Wilder, Mr. A. F. Smith, Mrs. Geo. B. Wheeler, Mr. W. M. Weber, Mr. J. W. White, Mrs. Carrie F. Voorhkes, Shorthand and Bookkeeping. Miss Ruby Archer, Miss Leonora Ykagkr, Miss Jennie Adams, Mr. Geo. Storz, Miss Ckowdkr, M18S Martha Fontaine, Miss Darnell, Miss Morey Latin and Greek. -14- tia( ) tr. Well, school is about over! Some of us are glad and others are,—well hardly sorry, but, to the Seniors who will never come back to “Old Central” again, there clings a loving, tender feeling for the old school that has been their home for four long years. We are sorry to leave the place where we have had so many good times together, and yet glad to receive a diploma of which any one might well be proud. And, indeed, the whole school may well be proud of the school year just past, for never in the history of Central has there been a more successful one. Early in December word was passed around that Central would again compete in the annual oratorical contest held at Chicago. Mr. Joseph Ellis was selected as our contestant and he succeeded in carrying off the first prize from a contest in which there were thirty-five schools represented. A little later the Sons of the Revolution offered a prize for the three best essays on some patriotic subject. Miss Maude H -15- EDITORIAL. Neal and Miss Julia St. Clair, two of our own pupils, reflected honor upon themselves and their school by winning the first and third prizes respectively. But not only have the good things been done by individuals, but the literary societies have also done some excellent work. On December 21, 1900, the fifteenth annual Christmas Play was given by members of the Philomathean and Platonian societies, the Central Literary Club, and the Society of Literature and History, and every one agreed that it was by far the best Christmas Play ever given on Assembly Hall stage. Such a play, given as that one was, could only have been done by hard rehearsals, and the people who composed the cast deserve great credit for their fine work. The hall programs of the different societies also deserve mention. The Philos gave theirs first and it was most assuredly a success. It was an original play and was given by young ladies, who would easily make their mark upon the professional stage if they should so choose. The Platos came next with an original farce comedy, and, judging from the extravagantly complimentary things said about them, they made a great hit. The audience was kept laughing all the time at the ridiculous situations of the old uncle, Ephraim Hasem, and Wood B. Broke, alias Miss Julia Summerfield. The contents of “Plato: His Book” spoke well for the literary ability of the society. The S. L. H. were next in line with a play called “City Ways”, which, though not original, was nevertheless well acted by members of that society. The parodies which they sang were some of the best ever sung on our stage. We never tired of listening to the droll talk of Mr. Pendergrass and Mrs. Granson, and our only regret was that the entertainment was not longer. As we go to press, the C. L. C. have not given their hall program, but if it is to be a typical C. L. C. program, we know that it will be a good one. Such is the kind of work done in Central in a year, and it is the patriotic spirit that prompts this work, which makes the reputation of the Central High School known all over the United States. Every pupil that goes to our school ought always to be ready to stand up for his school, and always to be ready to give three lusty cheers for the Royal Blue and White. —16— EDITORIAL. surely looks at the present time as if the societies would never regain their former privilege of giving open sessions. About the middle of the year some members of the Platonian Society decided to go before the Board of Education and request that body to again grant the former privilege. Before doing so, however, they went to the president of the Board, Mr. Joseph L. Norman, and asked his advice upon the matter. He advised them to speak to Mr. White and to try to gain his consent to the petition which they had drawn up. This was done, but Mr. White refused absolutely to recommend the Open Sessions. lie said that they caused too much excit-ment and disturbance in the school, and that, therefore, they took away the attention of the pupils from their lessons. At this juncture all of the societies endorsed the petition of the Platonians and the affair began to take larger form. A joint meeting was held and Mr. White was asked to be present and to state his reasons for opposing the Open Sessions. He told the societies that the Open Sessions, added to the hall programs of the different societies, would make entirely too much disturbance and excitement. To off-set this, the societies offered to sacrifice the hall programs for the Open Sessions. Mr. White still refused. He also made some objections to the way in which rehearsals were carried on; he said that there was too much ‘ ‘fooling around”done and too little work, and then also there were things in the programs themselves of which he did not approve. To meet this, the societies were willing to put the rehearsals, programs, and even the finances under the supervision of the faculty. In short, the whole thing was to be under the direct control of Mr. White; the societies would simply rehearse their entertainment, have it passed upon by the teachers, and give it at the appointed time. Mr. White could see that every bill was properiy taken care of and turn what was left of the money over to the societies. Still Mr. White said no. The societies thought that they had conceded all they could; they bad even given the Christmas Play without getting a cent from it; all the money was turned over to Mr. White. There was no use, however, in carrying the matter to the Board, so it was dropped. If the Open Sessions were again restored, we believe that they could be given with great benefit to the school. The very enthusiasm which they create —17— EDITORIAL. is school spirit, and no one can deny that that is a good thing for the school. Since they have been taken away, [there has been a noticeable lack of school interest. Even the athletic contests do not bring the desired result. What the pupils want is to see an entertainment given by their own schoolmates in their own school; they can go out and see a ball game any time. A school with its nine long months of study, without a little fun here and there, does not rest well on the average school pupil. We sincerely hope that some day in the near future, the old entertainments will be revived and that there will be a little more enthusiasm than now exists in Central. ■j ATRIOTISM is an essential factor in a na. tion’s progress. Love of country, inspiring a common aim in the breasts of men, obliterates all party lines and thus binds the nation together into one great united body. No country can prosper unless there is a deep spirit of patriotism permeating its citizens and it is due to this fact more than any other that the American people stand to-day peerless in their progressiveness. Patriotism is just as essential to a school’s prosperity as it is to a nation’s, and Central lacks nothing quite so much as she docs broad school spirit. Perhaps no one thing tends to stir up school spirit as much as athletics and they should, therefore, receive our heartiest support. Mr. Bainter by his skillful management of our teams, has done the school inestimable good. This Spring he also provided convenient training quarters for the track team thus inducing many boys to go in active training. This is the kind of school spirit that counts and it is the kind we need. We must learn to sacrifice more of our personal interests and desires to the welfare of “Old Central.” This spirit will make us ever victorious on the platform, unconquerable on the track and on the gridiron. Looking back on an enviable record we must draw inspiration to surmount present obstacles and advance onward remembering what has gone before and determined to increase the honors of our proud heritage. Whatever our hand findeth to do Ictus do it with our might, not now one faction and then another but all together. Let us make Central High School a “good place to live in” and when we are graduated we will go feeling the inward satisfaction of having done our work well. —18— y President, Mr. Edgar Lovejoy, Vice President, Mr. Roscoe Potts Secretary, Mr. Diller Wood.v' Treasurer, Mr. Arthur Dew, ' Class Prophet, Mr. Will Hogsett, Sergeant-at-Arms, Miss Ethel Murphy, '' Giver of Class Gift, Mr. Roy D. Bradbury, y Class Historian, Miss Maude Neal,i Class Declaimer, Mr. Joseph Ellis. —20 The Seniors, When one stands on the 4 shore of a mighty sea there comes a feeling that these vast tossing waters are the creation of a being infinitely higher than ourselves. Standing at the base of the Rockies, boundless in extent, magnificent in their grandeur, one realizes perhaps for the first time, what a pigmy is man. When one contemplates the class of 1901, perfect in all its rounded beauty, limitless in its possibilities, he sinks in the dust, trembling and afraid. The class of ’01 leaves behind it a record radiantly brilliant. In fact its beloved teachers are all suffering from weak eyes, caused by constantly facing such bright and shining lights. “Father Time” recognizing its stupendous prodigity, has shown hisapprec-iation by creating for its special benefit a new century, knowing that the care of its infant purity and innocence will demand well trained minds and the example of perfect manners. When the class of 1901, exulting in the rosy Hush of youth, walks forth into the garden of life, amidst the twittering of the little birds and the gentle sigli-ings of the morning breezes, the lilies will raise their pure, heavenly features, and murmur softly, “It is mine,” and the dainty violets will lift their blushing, angelic faces and cry, “No! we saw it first.” —21— MISS DANIELS. MISS KIRK. MISS McMILLKN. MR. LAWLOR. MR. McPHERRIN. MR.VflKFP. MR. TAYLOR. Officers junior Class. President, Mr. Woodford Taylor, Secretary, Miss Bessie Daniels, Critic, Mr. Paul Neff, Vice-President, Miss Mary McMillen, Treasurer, Mr. Christopher Lawlor, Sergeant-at-Arms, Miss Daisy Kirk, Senior Gift Receiver, Mr. Howard McPherrin. —22— The Ji It is useless I suppose, to try to explain to the school what a monstrous, whooping big, learned, cultured, tremendously fine class the Junior class of 1901 is. The very name of us sounds big. Ever3rone, of course, has heard of us with the exception, perhaps, of that benighted collection of ignoramuses, the Freshman class. Why, our very entrance into the school as Freshmen marked the beginning of a new epoch in the life of Central. Teachers marveled; janitors resigned their positions; Mr. Coll failed to read the morning paper during school hours; Blodgett got a shave; the moon grew dark; the sun rose and set, and several such unusual things happened when we became members of this school. We do not number among our members any orators, such as the mighty Barnett; or vocalists, such miors. as J. Roj Ellis of “Zulu Babe’ fame; or actors or playwrights, such as His Nits, Will Hogsett; or again, such freaks of natural history as Roscoe Fairbanks Potts. We are composed of boys and girls of ability. Why, anybody will tell you that,—who don’t know us. We are prime favorites with our teachers; they gave us all “m” on our cards,— (m you know, stands for magnificent or magnanimous or some such word). We can always tell that they appreciate us when they ask us to come back and see them in the afternoon. Why they even go so far as to get mad, if we are not there promptly at two o’clock! Now wouldn’t that make you hurry? Of course, we do not like to brag, but then, confidentially, we really think that we are the warmest things that ever hit this school. Now we wouldn’t want that told around for fear people would think we were conceited, but just wait till next year, and if you want to see the most brilliant class that ever graduated from this school, just turn your eye on us. MISSfsBlCKNER MR. WEI.LS. MISSiSTEVENS. MR I.OCK RIDGE. MISS EAL. Officers Sophomore Class. President, Mr. Tom Orr, Vice-President, Miss Mary Neal, Treasurer, Miss Aileen Stevens, Sergeant, Mr. Ed Lockridge. Secretary, Miss Madge Buckner, Critic, Mr. Earl Wells. 24— To the inquisitive person who had the nerve to question the importance of the Sophomores, we would like to say that we are quietly sawing: wood and, like the tar baby, “jes keepin’ on sayin’ nuffin.” Among: other things the class of ’03 is noted for the beauty of its g-irls, and if anyone entertains any doubt on the subject, if he will observe the grace and dispatch with which the swell-headed juniors and the haughty seniors eat humble pie before the dainty little sophomore maids, there will not be a shadow of a question that our judgment is correct. While the other classes are telling how good they think they are, we just keep working on and take the honors the school insists on showering upon us, as modestly as the horrible example of the class of 01 will permit. The 8o|)homore . When we informed the faculty that we would allow them to assist us in running the school, like the Irishman on horseback, when the horse put his hind foot in the stirrup, they said, “If you're going to get on, I’ll get off.” But we decided to wait a year be- fore assuming complete control, and in gratitude the faculty is planning to have the recitation rooms of the class of '03 veneered in rosewood and mahogany; upholstered in satin and draped with rare point lace. Butlers in full livery will serve fancy drinks from a sumptuously appointed fountain, in fact any luxury will be procured, absolutely regardless of cost, if it will in any way contribute to the comfort of this, the absolutely greatest aggregation of geniuses ever brought together in one class. MR. THOMPSON. . MISS WARFIELD. M ISOBAR R. MR SCARRITT. MR.kWAI.KER. Officers Tresbman Class. President, Mr. Ewing Walker, Vice-President, Mr. Will Scarritt. Treasurer, Miss Aletha Barr Critic, Mr. Charlie Pugsley, MR.PUGS1.EY. MIS EWIS. Secretary, Miss Charlotte Warfield, Sergeant-at-Arins, Miss Julia Lewis. --2G- The Freshmen. Freshman, Freshman,—there is a very charm in the word; a fanfiliar rhythm and ring that tells of green vales and dales; of one long Spring of delight which finally merges into the Summer of Sophomorism, then into the Autumnal Juniorism, and then finally into the austere, cold, icy Winter of Seniorism. But why is it that, from time out of mind, the poor, weak, unoffending Freshman has been looked down upon as if he were but one infinitesimal atom in the structure of an educational institution? Why does every one laugh when one of us walks up to Mr. Coll and, in a subdued tone, asks where the elevator is to be found? Those heartless wretches, the Sophomores, although only a neck ahead of us, give us the merry ha-ha whenever they find one of our number lost in the halls. Why is all this? That is a question for older brains than our frail craniums contain to think upon. But whatever the reason may be, it will not affect our growth. We intend to expand and show the pupils of this school a thing or two. We have adopted as our class motto the affirmative side of the question, “To Be or Not To Be,” and we are going to be somebody if we have to wait until we are Sophomores to do it. The older members of the school might well make a note of our independence. Hereafter we are going to treat with cold contempt all attempts to belittle us. We have stood it now for nine months and we think that is long enough. We will, however, make use of the experience gained by watching the present Sophomore class in its struggle for existence. We are going to spring some big surprises on our swell-headed Sophomore friends. Why, next year we are simply going to,—but then I forgot that then we will be Sophomores ourselves. -27- Officers and Members of the Philomathean Society. Colors: Old Gold and White. Yell: Thalissn! Thalissa! Thala! Philomathia! Philo! Philo! j-MOFFICERS. v M. Hampton Neal, President Grace Lipscomb, Kyburnates Lucia Ford, - Vice-President Fannie Ketcham, Critic Annie Clay, - Secretary Helena Jahren, Marienne Brooks, - - Scribe MEMBERS.. Sergeant Grace Allen Lucille Gibson Mary Louise Moore Lucia Byrne Helen Gentry Marietta Neff Madge Buckner Ann Hamilton M. Hampton Neal Susie Brooks Mary Johnson Mary Neal Bessie Byers Helena Jahren Olive Oburn Marienne Brooks Helen James Mary Peters Helen Brinkman Grace Ketcham Bessie Sooy Nellie Carkener Fannie Ketcham Julia Shillito Annie Clay Cornelia Ketcham Marguerite Tyler Margaret Cutler Grace Lipscomb Lela Titus Rene Fletcher Julia Lewis Cora Tracy Edna Field Mary McMillen Charlotte Warlield Lucia Ford Lucille Mullett Cara Withers Julia Freeman 9 Helen Mohr Dorothea Mann Ruth Weeks —30— The Philomathean The plan pursued heretofore in writing: an article about the society has been to tell of its founding and the chief happenings in its history since that time. It may be of interest to know when it was founded and that, through the efforts of its former members, it has secured a place as one of the leading literary societies of the school; but as these are matters of past interest, too much time should not be spent upon them. Since the societies have been deprived of so many of their privileges, it has been remarked that society spirit and the interest of the school in societies would die out, but the enthusiasm of this year proves this supposition to be false. Now that we are no longer allowed to give our annual Open Session, we have tried to take the disappointment with good grace and to devote all our efforts to giving a successful Hall Programme. Although there has been much discussion as to whether this step should have been Literary Society. taken by the Board of Education, it is, after all, probably best, as it brings the school more into contact with the societies. Our friends (?) the Platos, once decided to war with us poor Philos because of a little eaves dropping heedlessly done, but it is a familiar proverb that “he who laughs last, laughs best,” so we think they have taken their revenge. Olive Oburn. —31— Officers and Members of the Platonian Society Harry Kendall Roscoe Potts Burnes Moore Will S. Hogsett Kimber Barton Burnes V. Moore Roy D. Bradbury Roscoe Potts Laurence Blodgett Paul R. Kirtley Harry S. Wayman Colors: Apple Green and Pink. Yell: Agomen! Dergomen! Rip! Ray! Rah! Plato! Plato! Sis! Boom! Bah! , «OFFICERS.v� M President James Austin Vice-President Harry Wayman Secretary Howard Hudson Earl Wells Praetor Platonian v'MMEMBERSv'M • James H. Austin Woodford Taylor Earl Wells Clifford Jones Joseph R. Ellis Paul J. Neff Guy B. Moore Tom Orr Ralph Freyschlag Treasurer Critic - Sergeant-at-Arms Harry Kendall Ewing Walker R. Howard Hudson Earl Shrout Howard McPherrin Edwin Dunlap Harry Becket Ed Look ridge -33— The Platonian Society. Once upon a time there was organized a society of genii called the “Kansas City High School Debating Society.” It was composed of both boys and girls, and the principal business transacted at the meetings was chewing gum and avoiding program duty. This society remained alive for about two years, when most of the masculine element decided that better literary work could be done by a society composed entirely of boys than by the mixture of boys and girls then composing the aforesaid Debating Society. So they seceded and organized themselves into a separate and distinct society having for its object, the enlargement of the human brain. Finally some one had a thought, (for a change). It was that the name should be the Platonian Society; this name was adopted unanimously. Ever since the society started, it has been remarkably successful. When Open Sessions were given in Central, everyone looked forward to the Platos’ Open Session with more than usual interest; for they always contained good literary matter combined with plenty of rather warm roasts directed against their poor, weak colleagues, the Philos, C. L. C.s and S. L. H.s. But even since the Open Sessions have been taken away, since the very life of the societies has been plucked out, even in the face of the strongest of opposition, the Platos have not given an inch. They have taken all the more interest in their hall programs and have endeavored through them to show the pupils of the school what they can do. Will S. Hogsett. £((•nr Officers and Members of the Central Literarij Club. Llovd Morrow, Oilier Wood. Myrtle Peabody, Raymond G. Harnett Margaret Carpenter Will Gill Elsie Gillham Kenneth Keebler Edith Gillham Lloyd Morrow Helen Hoover Edgar Lovejoy Fred Pugsley Alev Hutchings Daisy Kirk Colors: Old Rose and Blue. Yell: Nika! Nika! Rip! Rah! Rec! Nota! Bene! C. L. C. OFFICERS. President Edith Schooley, Vice-President Mabelle Thornton, Secretary Margaret Carpenter, - Earl Hurd, - Reporter v v«MEMBERS.v J Tom Seruggs Diller Wood Elizabeth Oldham Dorothy Orbison Roy Sea James Green Kathleen Pague Myrtle Peabody Christopher Lawlor A lie Morton Bolena Saunders Treasurer - Critic Sergean t-at- A rms May Huffsmith Edith Schooley Margaret Philbrook Mabelle Thornton Elizabeth Morton Malcolm Lowry Edith Barnett Edna Rauch Bertha Glasner Maude Morrison Earl Hurd Stanley Wood —30- Mis tori) of the Central Literary Club. Debating Society was the name of the first literary society in the Central High School. This society was organized in the year 1882 Five years later some of the boys seceded and formed the Platonian Society. In the year 1887 the society changed its name to the Central Literary Club. This same year there was given the first annual Open Session of the Central Literary Club, or C. L. C., and the first annual C. L. C.- PI a to contest. These Open Sessions and contests were continued up until two years ago, when they were suddenly forbidden, without a word being said to the societies. The two societies, theC. L. C. andPlatos, made a desperate effort and regained the contest. But this year even that has been taken away. The murmur goes around that the so- cieties are not doing enough solid, literary work. How can they, when they are pleading to be placed upon a literary basis, be anything but social organizations when the very life is being choked out of them. All of the societies miss their Open Session. None miss them more than the C. L. C. Their Open Sessions always had a reputation for conscien-ious literary effort. The contest is also a loss for which the society grieves. To-day the C. L. C holds from these contests seven more medals than the Platos. The last contest was a victory for the C. L. C. They won three numbers out of four. The record of the Central Literary Club is one of which its members can be proud,and those members graduating this year feel confident that its high standard of excellence will be preser ved b y those members who will be here next year. Raymond G. Barnett. Officers and Members of the Society of Literature and History. Allen Wayman, Laura Welhener Carrie Rockefeller Georgia Burns Mary Pepper Joyce Richardson Hattie Coon Irene Gilchrist I. U. Smith Chas. Brauaman George Mossbacher Bayard Richardson Edna Smith Colors: Purple and White. Yell: Boom a-laca! Boom-a-laca! Boom! Boom! Bah! S. L. H.! S. L. H. Rip! Ray! Rah! v v OFFICERS.u v President Vice President - Secretary Treasurer Lillie Rothgeiser I. U. Smith Chas. Branaman Bessie Daniels Critic Sergeant-at-Arms Reporter Samuel Lucretius Historicus MEMBERS., Arlie Stanton Georgia Burns Frank Kagnor Lillie Rothgeiser Ethel Peeples Arthur Dew Ralph Morrison Edna Wanamaker Bessie Daniels Josephine Westfall Laura Welhener Carrie Rockefeller Edna Rockefeller Mabel Flannery Will Singleton Newton Wagener Allen Wayman Everett Copley -39- The Society of Literature and History. The Society of Literature and History is proud of its record, and it knows of no better way of singing- its own praises than by pointing to what it has achieved in the face of the united opposition of its rivals. An unvarnished statement of what a few members of the S. L. H. have accomplished may not be amiss. Two of its Alumni, Professor Graves and Professor Luby, are members of the Central high school faculty. One is a rising minister of the gospel. Three are civil engineers. Three are on the reportorial staffs of Kansas City papers. Others hold positions of trust and responsibility in business houses of the city. And one, the gem in our diadem, Miss Elizabeth Parkinson, has but a few days since won all Paris with her beautiful voice, and the telegraph has borne the news around the world that a new and greater Patti has been discovered. Miss Parkinson's first public appearance was as a member of the S. L. H. In the years when medals were given for excel-ence in various lines the S. L. II. carried off nine in three years, more than were secured by all the other societies combined. Coming down to the present year, the S. L. H. is proud of its membership and of the record it has made. Fraternity strife that has strained almost to breaking the bonds of other societies of the school has found no echo behind the doors of its meeting room. Time which others have consumed in bickerings, its members have spent in the beneficial exercises for which the society was organized. In literary and oratorical ability and in scholarship its members rank among the best. At this writing one of its members is a stong candidate for valedictorian honors. Its representatives on the Chrismas play and upon the Luminary staff have reflected credit upon it. Year by year it is expanding into fields formerly usurped by its older rivals. Every succeeding year more of its members are to be found among the officers of the various class organizations. It numbers three of last fall’s successful foot ball members and the captain of this spring’s track team among its members. And thus modestly but with conscious worth have we blown our horn. Ralph E. Morrison. CENTRAL WEBSTER CLUB. -41— Officer and Member of the Central Web ter Club. Harry R. McGregor, Colors: Gold and Purple. JWFFICERS President Robert G. Bruce, - Treasurer C. Arthur Bruce, Vice-President J. Sherwood Fender, - Critic William Browning, Secretary Will T. Bowker, - Sergeant-at-Arms Sol. B. Laub v'MMEMBERS.vrtv J. Sherwood Fender Will T. Bowker Rollin E. Gish C. Arthur Bruce Robert G. Bruce William Browning Rowland Hill John M. Langsdale Arthur Stout Harry R. McGregor Hal Donohue -42- The Central Webster Club. Now, in the days of the good caliph, Ecy White, there did abide under his reign sundry organizations with these exceeding great names, the Platos, the Philos, the S. L. Hs. and C. L. Cs. These did have a monopoly upon society and waxed exceeding haughty and dignified. For many years they did have an annual explosion under the name of Open Session and they did survey with great dignity the whole of the domain of the great caliph and thought that it was theirs to rule for evermore. Whereat the Protector of the Freshmen waxed exceeding wroth and did sit upon the societies and did scrunch them hard. He did hale them forth from their high abodes in the Assembly Hall and did shut down upon the Open Sessions. Taking warning by this sad fall from the seats of the mighty, various and sundry boys did get together and organized under the name of the Central Webster Club, a society that did have for its object. mutual advancement along the Royal Road of Learning, by the debate of those great questions that did agitate the popular dome of thought. So much for the past. Eschewing alike the haughty demeanor of the Platos and the silly frivols of the Philos, this club will go on, under the blessing of the caliph’s smile, and looking not down the seductive by-paths of pleasure will press forward even unto that high goal of fame that is so dearly beloved of all mankind. Yea, even unto the very highest niche in the Temple of Fame will it go and then it will look down upon them that were the former princes of the realm with silent wonder; wonder that such as they ever ruled the halls in the realm of Ecy White. Written in this the first year of our life and of the passing of the Open Session, the second. W. T. Bowker. -43- THE LUMINARY STAFF.—Present. MR. MORRISON. _ IR.’ BARNETT. MISS gTUhAM. MISS.NKAJ.. MRJ'EI.US. MR .I.OVKJOY. MR.jBRADUt KV. MIS VKKEM AN. MR, HOGSETT. MISS) PEPPER. MK. U RD. M 1SS CAKKP;XER. MR.‘'SINGI.KTON. —44— THE LUMINARY' STAFF. Past. EDGAR LOVEJOY. WILL SINGLETON. MAUDE NEAL. JOSEPH ELLIS. WILL HOGSKTT. KARL HURD. RAYMOND HARNETT. ROY BRADBURY- MARY PEPPER —45- ELSIE GILLHAM NELLIE CARKENER. JULIA FREEMAN. Hislorij of the Central Luminary. NCE upon a time, when Professor Coll was comparatively a spring chicken, when the institution of “two-sharp” was unheard of, even before Mr. Smith had ever sprung a joke,—in short, in 1885 A D., it was suggested that Central should have a school paper. The suggestion was taken up by the Kansas City High School Debating Society, Central’s only society at that time, and the first Luminary came out in December, 1885. It was a miserable looking affair of twelve pages, without a cover, and was published on very poor paper. The Luminary was issued monthly until 1887 when several members of the Plat-onian Society gained control of it and made it a much better magazine, printing it on finer paper and increasing its size. The price for it was then ten cents. Pretty soon the Philomathcan Society was organized and representatives of that society were elected members of the Luminary staff. This made it controlled by three societies: The Debating Society which afterward became the Central Literary Club, the Platonian Society, and the Philomathean Society. It was published monthly at a price of ten cents per copy, additions being made to it from time to time, up till 1898. The paper did not seem to be selling very readily at ten cents; a very few people would buy it and the rest did not seem to care for it at all; so it was decided to reduce the price to five cents and increase the number printed from five hundred to one thousand copies. This seemed satisfactory and in 1899 the first year book, The Chntrauan was published. It was a great success, and accordingly Volume II was published last year. It also met with success and this year, we, the Luminary staff, submit Volume III of the Chntrauan to you for your inspection. We have tried to make it interesting but you must realize that we could not make the book a success without the co-operation of the school. So that whether this year’s Chntrauan is a success or a failure remains entirely with you. We have tried to make it Central’s book. —47— LUMINARY STAFF FOR NEXT YEAR. MR. TAYI.OR. MR. JONES. MISS GIBSON. MISS GIELHAM. MR. NEFF. MISS WEEKS. MISS PEABODY. MR. GIM«. MISS KETCH AM. MR. BRANAMAN. MISS DANIELS. MR. SINOI.KTON. -48- THE DELTA OMICRON OMICRON FRATERNITY. JONES. GREEN. TAYLOR. ELLIS. HURD. BRADBURY. HOGSETT. BARTON. BARNETT. MORROW. BECKET. GILL. SEA. BLODGETT. -50- Delta Omicron Omicron Colors: Carmine apd Gold. Flower: Red Rose. HONORS HELD BY MEMBERS. ACTIVE MEMBERS. Raymond G. Barnett: President ofC. L. C.; Editor-in-chief of “Luminary”; a principal part in Christmas Play. Will S. Hoosett: Editor in-chief of “Centralian” : President of Platos : Business Manager of “Luminary” ; Author and Stage Manager of Plato Farce: a principal part in Christmas Play; Prophet of class of 01; Editor of “Plato, His Book.” Lloyd Morrow: Vice-President of C. L, C.: part in Christmas Play: President of C. L. C. Thomas Braniff: President of Platos; Editor of “Luminary.” Roy D. Bradbury: Business Manager of “Centralian” : a principal part in Christmas Play : giver of class gift, ’01. Joseph Ellis: Winner of first prize in Chicago Inter academic Oratorical Contest :Vice-President of Platos: Associate Editor of “Centralian”; Class Declaimed ’01; part in Christmas Play. Woodford Taylor: President of Class of ’02; Member of Luminary Staff for next year; Captain of Foot Hall Team, ’02. Lawrence Blodoett: Business Manager of Christmas Play. James Green: Captain of Base Ball Team. Earl Hurd: Artist of the Luminary Staff: Artist of “C. L. C. Book”; Artist of Luminary Staff next year. Will Gill: Manager of C. L. C. Hall Program: Member of Luminary Staff next year. Raymond G. Barm Lloyd Morrow, Will S. Hogsett, Kimber L. Barton, Thomas Braniff, Roy D. Bradbury, Will E. Gill, Woodford Taylor, , Joseph R. Ellis, Laurence Blodgett, Roy Sea, Clifford Jones, James Green, Earl Hurd. Harry Becket. CHAPTER ROLL. Alpha, Kansas City, Mo. Beta, Topeka, Kas. Gamma, St. Joseph, Mo. Delta, Lawrence, Kas. —51— Delta Omicron Omicron. IN the fall of the year of 1897 was given birth the Delta Omicron Omicron Fraternity. Five boys, Mr. Herbert B. Yeager, Mr. Halsey M. Lyle, Mr. Douglas C. Crowell, Mr. C. Will Lawrence and Mr. William N. Jones, members either of the C. L. C. or Plato literary societies, were the charter members. It was with difficulty that the Delta Omicron Omicron obtained a footing. The other two fraternities, who until that time had run things to suit themselves, threw every obstacle possible in the way of their coming rival and on all occasions fought it bitterly. Notwithstanding this strong opposition, however, the new brotherhood forced itself to the front and soon became a prominent factor in the life of the school. In the year ’98-’99 it became powerful enough in one of the literary societies before mentioned to defy the combined strength of the other two fraternities. That same year it was one of two of the fraternities to win a number each in the C. L. C.-Plato contest. In this year also was given the first of the annual receptions of the Fraternity. During the following year, ’99-’00, the Fraternity rose to power in the other literary society and gained also many honors throughout the school. In the C. L. C.-Plato contest of that year, the D. O. O. was the only fraternity to win a number. At the close of the year the roll of honors much overshadowed that of the other two fraternities combined. This year, the year of 1900-’01 the Delta Omicron Omicron has slowly and steadily increased in influence and has defeated in the long run the combined efforts of the other two fraternities. The roll of honors this year is even larger than it was last year. Nor are the honors those won by political wirepulling, but honors won by individual merit. It is a point of pride with Delta Om-icrons that in those entertainments of the C. L. C. and Platos where literary ability is demanded, the other fraternities have without any fuss stepped out and handed over responsibility to their rival. Brilliant has been the record of the Delta Omicron Omicron this year, and, if prospects may furnish a basis for judgment, that of next year will be even more brilliant. Raymond G. Barnett. -52- THE PHI LAMBDA EPSILON FRATERNITY. — M r,oi(r.R.- - i.uvj-.JUY. KIKII.KY. Kr.NDAl.L. McCARTY. I, A VI,OR. LOCK RIDGE. MOORK. FREYSCHLAG. WELLS. SCARRITT. —53— Phi Lambda Epsilon • Scarlet, Gold, White, Red Carnation. ACTIVE C HAPTERS. 16: SUB ROSA, 6. ROLL OFZETA CHAPTER. ACTIVE MKMHKKS. Edgar Love joy Richard McCarty Paul Kirtley Roseoe F. Potts Kenneth Keebler Ralph Freyschlag Harry Kendall Christopher Lawlor Guy Moore Earl Wells Edward Lockridge Will Scarritt HONORS. President of Senior Class President of Platos President of C. L. C’s. (Two terms) Manager of Glee Club Vice President of Senior Class Vice President of Freshman Class Vice President of Platos (Two terms) Editor of “Plato His Book.” Editor of “C. L. C. Book.” Business Manager of “Plato His Book.” Business Manager of “C. L. C. Book.” Business Manager of Luminary. Business Manager of Plato Farce. Captain of 2nd Foot Ball Team. -54- Phi Lambda Epsilon. ETA Chapter of Phi Lambda Epsilon was placed in Central High School in the year 1895 at the request of four very prominent members of the Platonian and C. L. C. Literary societies. By the results that soon became evident after the founding of the chapter, Phi Lambda was there for a purpose and from that time until the present writing, Phi Lambda has been branching out in its lines of work until now the main objects of the fraternity are as follows: First—To promote friendly relations among its members. Second—To develope more interest in the Literary societies and further a better school feeling among the students. And third—To endeavor to secure for its members honors in all the contests,—both physical and mental—in which they are engaged. In regard to the latter we do not believe the Phi Lambda ever backed a person unfitted for the place which he would fill if elected. These are the things which our fraternity has striven to do for the school, individually and collectively and we point with pardonable pride to our record in trying to keep up our resolutions. No member has ever been taken into Phi Lambda because he was a “popular idol” or a “social lion.” If the members, after a thorough discussion of the candidate, decide that the barbarian would, because of his good standing in the class room and among his fellow students, make a good Fraternity worker, and could and would bring some honor to the Phi Lambda, the doors of Greekdom are thrown open to him and he is taken out of the world of the barbarians. In this way the members have made Phi Lambda one of the best “Frats” in Central. Since the founding of Phi Lambda, two other fraternities have been established in this school. Although in a great many of the contests in which all of these fraternities have taken part, a great deal of feeling has been aroused, still it can never be said the Phi Lambda Epsilon did not do what was honorable in every instance. No matter how powerful she was in school because of her position, Phi Lambda never deliberately cut or demeaned a man of another faction. As the result of this fair and just treatment of “all concerned ’ the school at large has put more and more faith and trust in the Phi Lambda and she in return has helped her friends and admirers in the student body in many ways. This kindly regard for Phi Lambda in the minds of the barbarians is prized and guarded more by the fraternity than any honor for any or all its members. We hope that this feeling between members of Phi Lambda and the student body will never die out and that the pleasant relations that have been maintained in the past will be continued in the future. —55— THE PHI SIGMA FRATERNITY. HOCK HR WOOD. DUNLAP. AUSTIN. SCRUGGS. TAFT. MOORE. RUSSELL. PUGSLJ Y. —56— Phi $igma ACTIVE MEMBERS. James Austin, Ralph Byrne, Edwin Dunlap, Burton Hooker, Burnes V. Moore, Thomas Orr, Frederick Pugaley, Roy Russell, Thomas Scruggs, Willard Taft, Diller C. Wood. Colors : Turquois, Pearl and Gold. HONORS HELD BY MEMBERS. Dillkk Wood—Secretary of Senior Class: Vice-President of C. L. C. Thomas Orr—President of Sophomore Class. Howard Austin Edward Braniff Benj. S. Brown Theodore M. Crilev D. L. James Benj. Lee Paul Leidigh Albert Lombard Paul Mohr Alpha, Grand Rapids, Mich. Beta, Detroit, Mich. Gamma, Kansas City, Mo. ALUMNI MEMBERS. Henry Hopkins Frank Mulford Clifford Snow Ralph Swofford Whitfield Mulford Kersey Reed Douglass Atwill Arthur Byrne CHAPTER ROLL. Delta, Chicago, 111. Epsilon, Oakland, Cal. Zeta, San Francisco, Cal. Mason Dean Clay Dobson James Gibson Comingo Griffith Barton Hall Hebard James Philip Parkinson John S. Welsh, Jr. Wm. A. Vaughn. Eta. Chicago, 111. Theta, Buffalo, 111. Iota Alpha Lan, Los Angeles, Cal. —57— Phi igma. 1EN the literary' societies of this school were at the height of their power, a new organization arose from seemingly nowhere. This fraternity, for such it was, thereafter became known as the Phi Sigma. Its power grew so rapidly that, before the school was aware of the fact, this fraternity was recognized as the strongest organization of any kind at Central. The success of this Greek letter fraternity was the signal for the beginning of another, and soon the Central High School of Kansas City became known as a school of fraternities. Now there arc three fraternities, rivals to the bitter end. The result may easily be seen—“school spirit”—the essential of a school’s success. This quality has been developed to such an extent that the spirit of our school closely resembles that of a college. Thus it may be said that Phi Sigma has been instrumental in bringing about the wonderful success of this school. Not satisfied with carrying off the majority of school honors in this city the members of this fraternity have succeeded in doing the same in the Eastern colleges. Princeton’s monthly paper, The Nassau Lity the editors of which are selected for their literary talent, has as an editor-in-chief a Phi Sigma man. Phi Sigma is also represented in the staff of editors of Harvard's Monthly and of The Crimson. Yale has in one of Phi Sigma’s men a writer of much talent, whose name is connected with the monthly magazine. In the present year in the distribution of school honors, Phi Sigma has fully received its share. Thus it may be seen that Phi Sigma has not been idle, and let us hope that she may never be, but that she may with her present strength gain yet more success. Dii.ler Wood. 58- THE SKULL AND CROSSBONES FRATERNITY CLUB. BARTON. B. MOORB. G. MOORB. PREYSCHItfAG. BRADBURY. POTTS. fUM - I BYRNE. -59- The Skull and Crossbones fraternity Club Club Colors: Crimson and Silver. ACTIVE MEMBERS. Kimber L. Barton Ralph W. Freyschlag Guy B. Moon? J. Scott Harrison, Jr. Roscoe F. Potts Roy D. Bradbury Ralph E. Byrne Burnes V. Moore CHAPTER ROLL. Alpha, Indianapolis, Ind. Beta, Minneapolis, Minn. Gamma, Kansas City, Mo. Delta, Omaha, Neb. On the 25th of June, 1900, four boys, Kimber L. Barton, Guy Moore, Scott Harrison and Ralph Frey-schlag, organized a club which was known to the public as “H. D.” In the following September, they decided to extend their membership and start a chapter of the “Skull and Crossbones Fraternity Club.” With this end in view, Roy D. Bradbury, Roscoe Potts, Ralph Byrne, and Burnes Moore were erected to represent the fraternities of which they were members. The membership has been limited, and next year a member of this club must be a senior, a member of a fraternity and of a literary society. The object of the club is to eliminate all the fraternity strife and to promote a better feeling between the fraternities. Although but little has been accomplished thus far in overcoming the antagonistic spirit between the fraternities, we are looking forward to the time— which we hope is not far off- when “Old Central” will have regained her old time peaceful attitude. Rai.ph W. Fkeyschlag. -60- THE SIGMA PSI SORORITV. MISS BUCKNER. MISS BOONE. MISS COMBS. MISS SAUKDKRS. MISSJAHREN. MISS STEVENS. MISS HAMILTON. MISS LEWIS. MISS THORNTON. MISS PAGUE. MISS ALLEN. —61— The Siqma Psi Sorority. Colors: Dark Red and Apple Green. OFFICERS . Miss Ann Hamilton - - President Miss Aileen Stevens - - Vice-President Miss Madge Buckner - - - Secretary Miss Belle Boone .... Treasurer Miss Mabel Allen ----- Critic MEMBERS. Mabel Allen Madge Buckner Belle Boone Aileen Stevens Ann Hamilton Helena Jabren Julia Lewis Mabelle Thornton Kathleen Pague Bolena Saunders Cordelia Combs Angeline Munger Jessie Butts. With the coming of the new year and the coming of the new century there came also to “Old Central” something new and entirely different from anything which it had ever before sheltered; a girls’ fraternity—more correctly, a sorority—was organized. To those of us who knew the members of the Sigma Psi (in their previjus existence as the “Naughty Nine” and the O. Y. 9.), the fact that they were to have charge of the sorority, was proof incontestable that it would be an unqualified success. In this sorority there are eleven active members and two honorary members, making thirteen in all, but it must be remembered that thirteen is a lucky number in this present century. It is true, that, being but recently organized, they have, as yet, done little; that their successes are yet to come; that their history is written in the unseen pages of the future, not in the open books of the past. But look you! beauty, wit, tact and sweetness— these four combined, are they not invincible? Would it be presuming much on the future to draw for them a proud horoscope of unending conquest? Hail to thee, our “sister.” We surrender, unconditionally, to these unparalled charms, and may thy future be brighter than even our most ardent wishes could make. The fraternity bows the knee to the sorority. “The King is dead but long live the Queen.” Mabel Allen. —62— THE TAU PHI SORORITY. MISS RAWSON. MISS CARKENER. MISS FORD. MISS FREEMAN. MISS MANN. MISS JOHNSON. -63- Tau Phi MEMBERS.. Though to be a Tau Phi is the Alpha and Omega of existence, we do not call ourselves the Alpha chapter, and we freely acknowledge that we are the “only ones” in the world, which is not egotism. Nor were we constituted after the manner of fraternities, with black cowls and blue lights, grim skulls and white bones, to produce a proper scenic effect. No, we just happened. Our purpose is shrouded in mystery— (even to ourselves)—and you will have to guess, but in vain—for the sub- Nellie Carkener Mary Johnson Helen Mohr Julia Freeman Anne Rawson Dorothea Mann Lucia Ford tie and powerful charm conveyed in the mystic letters, Tau Phi, a charm so potent that it conjured up a group of seven girls, the like of whom cannot be found in this earth’s revolving round. Maky Johnson. —64— CENTRAL GLEE CLUB. SEELEY. FRKYSCHLAG. F.I.I.IS. GILL. H0G8F.TT. WITHERSPOON. McPHKRKIN. MORROW. POTTS. LOVEJOY. MRS. VOORHEES. RUSS ELI,. WOOD. MOORE. AUSTIN. The Central Glee Club. IN a dark and dismal evening last February two, gaunt, hungry-looking tom-cats sat | perched on Ellis’ back fence. With many ________i mournful long drawn out yowls they were busily expounding the famous “Cat Logic” which Mr. Minckwitz so firmly maintains originated in his 6th hour Homer class. While engaged in an unusually hot debate a sound came to their ears so horrible that Thomas I. dropped lifeless into the tender embrace of a refuse barrel in the alley. Thomas II., shaking with unutterable dread, cautiously crawled along the fence. Never before in all the varied history of his nine lives had he ___heard such sounds as V were now leaking out of the house that had been his “happy home” before he had joined that fly-by night minstrel troupe. As he drew nearer and nearer the window his progress became more and more painful. His breath came in “short pants,” his eyeballs seemed to be bursting from their sockets while a peculiar zig-zag haze enveloped every thing in a ghostly pall. The iron grating at the coal chute was slowly curling up and the house in its agony sweat great drops of paint. Drawing closer he also noticed that the window too seemed to have a -panel Looking in fearfully he saw eight rather harmless looking young men grouped gracefully around a sorrel piano. Thomas II succeeded in retreating almost to the walk when the strain became too great, something snapped and Thomas’ lights went out forever. Such was the beginning of the Glee Club, now perhaps the most successful organization at Central. The Glee Club was so fortunate in the start as to obtain the assistance of Mrs. Carrie Farwell Voorbees to whose untiring, patient work the success of the organization is mainly due. The first public performance was given before the Athenaeum Club and it met with a royal reception. The boys entered into the spirit of the rollicking college songs and seemed to enjoy them as much as the audience. Notwithstanding the tragic scenes of its birth, the Glee Club has prospered so harmoniously that the shivering shade of Thomas II. would scarcely recognize in the rich chords of the “Two Roses” or the sweet harmony of a “Summer Idyl” the same voices that had moaned so discordantly what proved to be his death song. Joseph R. Eixis. -66- CENTRAL MANDOLIN CLUB. REED. l.OOMIS. BITTING. -tii- I.OVKJOY. MOORE- HUGHES. CEARK. The Central Mandolin Club. OFFICERS. MEMBERS. James P. Hughes........................Musical Director Henry Clark Louis Bitting Louis A. Bitting......................Business Manager Edgar Lovejoy Earl Reed Henry D. Clark................................Secretary Mr. Graves Wilsey Loomis Earl H. Reed..................................Treasurer James Hughes Gilpin Moore HE Central Mandolin Club, we regret to say, was not started until the latter part of the year, but, since its organization, it has done good work. Although it has not appeared in public, it hopes to do so in the near future, in conjunction with the “Glee Club, to which it is related by the mutual bond of music. For the organization of this club we are greatly indebted to Mr. Graves who aided it in actual practice as well as advice, without which, we should have been unable to successfully continue our work. We wish also to express our regret at being unable to have him in our picture, this being made impossible by unfortunate circumstances. At present we have eight members, all of which play the mandolin with the exception of Mr. Earl Reed, who is an excellent accompanist on the piano. Those playing first mandolin are as follows: Mr. Graves, Mr. Henry D. Clark, Mr. Edgar Lovejoy, and Mr. James P. Hughes. Those playing second mandolin are Mr. Louis A. Bitting, Mr. Gilpin Moore and Mr. Wilsey H. Loomis. The present club being almost all seniors, we desire that next year the pupils of this school will take a lively interest in the continuation of the success of the Central Mandolin Club. —- 18— CAST OF CHRISTMAS PLAV. MISS ELETCHER. MR. MORROW. MR ELLIS. MR. BLODGETT. MR. BRADBURY. MISS TONES. MR. BARNETT. MR WAGENER. MISS PETERS. MISS PEPPER. MISS MULLETT. MR. HOGSETT. MR. SINGLETON. -09— The Christmas Plaij. VERY year the four societies of Central High School, namely, the Philos, C-L. C.’s, S. L. H.’s and Platos, give a Christmas play. The best talent of the societies is picked out, a play decided upon, and a trainer engaged, about six weeks before Christmas. Then the fun begins. Every day, promptly at one o’clock the call for rehearsal is sounded. Studies, if gotten at all, are prepared by the midnight gas; teachers rave, the trainer breaks foot-lights and properties in his vain endeavors to find some talent in the amateurs; the boys swear sotto voce, the girls weep, and last, but not least, the faculty shakes its dignified head and solemnly vows to cut out such frolics in the future. This may not have been the experience of the Christmas players of the past, but it surely was of those who gave that uproarious farce last Christinas, “What Happened to Parker.” But after all the ups and downs of stage training, the play was a howling success. Never before was such acting seen at Central. Never again will such acting be seen unless there be some very brilliant stars in the Christmas players of the future. From the moment the curtain rose the audience sat amazed at the array of beauty and talent spread out before it, and the whole performance went off without a hitch, save for the periodic spasm of the curtain. There is neither time, space nor words to elaborate upon the merits of the individual players. Suffice it to sa}T that it was the best play ever given at Central, thanks to the excellent cast. The finances were entirely under the control of the faculty, the proceeds to be used for the purpose of improving Assembly Hall stage. The members of the cast were as follows: Fred Parker, a dry goods merchant,.......Raymond G. Barnett Wm. Torrence, his partner.........................J. Roy Ellis Jeremiah Growler, a chronic kicker...........Will S. Hogsett James Jones .....Roy D. Bradbury I)r. Rogers .............................. Newton Wagener Mr. Harrison, a capitalist ............Lloyd Morrow Sergeant Ripley................................Will Singleton Vivian, Parker’s wife.....................................Mary Peters Mildred Green, Vivian’s aunt..................... Mary Pepper Hebe Worthy, Growler’s niece ....................Rene Fletcher Cora, maid at Parker’s........................Lucille Mullett Tillie, a waitress ...........................Gladys Jones Two guards Frank Kaynor, Allen Way man. —70— CENTRAL TRACK —72— TEAM. The Track Team. time. HE prospects for a good track team were never better than they are this year; never before has there been more interest taken in track athletics than at the present The boys who were at all interested have turned out in force and have trained faithfully since early in the spring, having in mind only one object— that of giving Central the best track team she has ever had; and from indications as we go to press, they have succeeded most nobly. Manager Bainter has arranged a long schedule of meets to be held with our old football rivals—St. Joseph, Topeka, Lincoln, Wentworth Military Academy, and Manual Training School—and we may expect to receive a liberal share of the honors. But the only regret we have is that we were unable to meet our sister school, Manual, alone on the cinder path and to try to redeem ourselves for the loss of the foot-ball game played with her last fall. For some reason, unknown to us at present, it has been decided to drop this contest from the list. This seems a pity, for the pupils in each school would rather see this particular meet held than any other, on account of the sharp rivalry existing between the schools in all other lines of athletics. But we have next best thing in the two contests arranged for the first two weeks in May, where we shall have a chance to meet Manual, although together with several other teams. Our team is strong in the runs—especially the long distance runs—and the high jump, but rather deficient in the shot put and hammer throw as was the case last year. However, taking our team as a whole, as we look at it at the present writing, we have great cause to congratulate ourselves. But by the time this book is issued we shall know whether our self-congratulations were well founded or not. But meanwhile we shall hope for the best; and let us have patriotic spirit enough to attend all the meets and to give our hearty support to the boys who are struggling to keep Central’s laurels flying. -73- CENTRAL FOOT BALL TEAM STANTON. BAINTER. MOORE. McPHERRIN. MORRISON. MILLER BRANAMAN. BOONE. GOODWIN. WASHER. MARTIN. SHIPPKY. BAKER. KINNEY. TAYLOR. SCROGGINS. foot jENTRAL should be proud of her foot ball I record for the past year, for it beats’by far any record in her history. This statement is not made unadvisedly, for, considering the hard luck against which Central played in most of her games, she did remarkably well in winning as many games as she did. She was unusually unfortunate in having her players disabled, frequently to the point of leaving the game, and in several instances such accidents were the cause of losing a game, for instance, in the Central-Manual game when Mr. Pharris Martin was compelled to leave the game, thereby weakening the line; and also in the second Central-Topeka game, when Mr. Woodford Taylor was severely injured and compelled to quit playing. Such is the hard streak of luck which Central had to fight this year. It would be difficult to attempt to pick out the stars from our team, for there are so many of them; but for an all around foot-ball player, both offensive and defensive, Mr. Woodford Taylor, the quarterback, would probably take first place. Mr. Morrison the full-back was also a valuable addition to our team as were Mr. Stanton and Mr. Shippey, our —7 Ball plucky half-backs. Mr. Martin center, should come in for his full share of praise, and it is due to Mr. Washer’s excellent management and experience, that the team made such an excellent showing. But it is useless to enumerate the players and their virtues. They speak for themselves. The following is a schedule of the games played last season: Kansas City, Oct. 13...............Central 43; St. Joseph, 0. Lexington, Oct. 20... Central 0: Wentworth Military Academy, 23. Kansas City, Oct. 26.................. Central 6; Topeka 0. Kansas City, Nov. 10...................Central 5; Manual 6. St. Joseph, Nov. 17............ Central 30; St. Joseph 0. Topeka, Nov. 28...................... Central 0, Topeka, 12. The following is the Howard Goodwin ..... Eb Washer (captain)........ Howard McPherrin........... Pharris Martin............. ('has. Branaman............ Hal Scroggins.............. Paul Baker................. Arlie Stanton.............. Lee Shippey................ Woodford Taylor ........... Ralph Morrison............. line-up of last year’s team: ......................fight end. ......................fight tackle. ......................right guard. ............................center. ...................... left guard. ...................... left tackle. ............. left end. right half-back. ...................left half-back. ....quarter back. ...............full back. Substitutes,—Miller, Boone, Kinney, Moore, and Van Eman. CENTRAL BASE BALL TEAM. Base ENTRAL has certainly not made a very brilliant showing- this year in the way of base-ball games. At the first of the season the outlook was indeed promising, but just as soon as they commenced playing, all hope vanished, for the first game played was an overwhelming defeat for Central. The score was 16 to 4, but that was not the worst part. The thought of losing to Manual was what hurt. The idea of letting that excuse for a team beat us out was fearfully galling. Hut we had to swallow it as best we could and hope for the better. But, alas! here came our friends from across the state line, the Kansas City, Kansas High School team, and when they got through with us, we were still one run shy. The score was 17 to 16. Pretty nearly discouraged but still fighting, we started to do battle with the team from the Westport High School, and we demonstrated the fact that we were “not dead but only sleeping” by beating them to the tune of 21 to 12. This concludes the list of games played up till the time we go to press, and we —77 Ball. sincerely hope that during- the rest of the season the team will make a better showing-. Captain Green has picked the best of the players who have come out to practice and has done all in his power to bring up the standing of the team. One way for the school to encourage the boys is by coming out to watch them play. The line up of the team follows: McNulty......................catcher. Kinney..................left-fielder. Washer second base and pitcher. Sanders ...second base and pitcher. Diers....................... pitcher. Marshall.................first base. J. Green (captain) shortstop Graves...................third base. B. Green.................right field. Cotton............... center field. GIRLS ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. Girls’ Athletic Association. HERE is no department in Central to which we point with more pride than to the Girls’ Athletic Association. This association has grown remarkably within the last year, and is now running along smoothly. It started from almost nothing, when Miss Martha Fontaine came to Central as physical instructor, and it has grown to an equal importance with that conglomeration of miniature Fitzsimmons’ and Corbetts—the Boys’ Athletic Association. And, indeed, no small amount of credit is due Miss Fontaine for her untiring work in promoting this organization. But the principal good which has been done by the Association is the increase in the observance of the rules and principles of health among our girls. Instead of the round-shouldered, stooped school girl we now see the graceful, robust, healthy young lady going about the halls with a happy face, looking as if she enjo}’ed her school life instead of regarding it as a torture. People generally are coming to realize that it is an absolute necessity to carry the body correctly and observe the other little details of hygiene in order to have good health. We wish that the school would become interested in this Association, and that those girls who wish to join for next year would make application and endeavor to learn more about it. They want lots of members. The following is a list of the officers: Myrtle Andrews, ----- President Esther Pope,.................................Vice-President May Hall,.........................................Secretary Rebecca Tandy,....................................Treasurer Daisy Keeley, ... - Business Manager Ethel Pickett,.....................................Reporter -79 ECLINING comfortably in a big steamer chair, Beverly Ledyard looked the picture of contentment. As he puffed little rings of smoke from a small briar-wood pipe, his thoughts were far distant from the beautiful moonlight scene shimmering before him. He was thinking of his college days of only a year ago, when everything seemed so promising and happy. His face relaxed somewhat when he thought of the day he first met Helen Royden; and then the great game, how vivid it all was, the grey November sky, the cheering crowd, the pandemonium when he, at the head of his team, trotted on the field for a preliminary warming up. A thrill went through him even now as he remembered the hush that settled on the vast crowd as he prepared to kickoff, and then the long nerve-straining game with the score still nothing to nothing. He never had quite understood how he got away from that left end, but after he had struggled across the goal line with the opposing full on his back, what a deafening cheer went up. This had seemed to seal their friendship. He was her hero, and he worshipped her. When she left college to travel with her aunt, how desolate it all was. Letters had come less and less frequently until a misunderstanding stopped the correspondence, and now fortune had 80- HELEN. A STORIETTE—THE VIOLIN MAKER’S DAUGHTER.—Continued. placed them on the same ship bound for home after such a long separation. As he sat there in the moon light, all was still except the steady, faint, “chug, chug” of the engines and the soft strumming of the orchestra in the main salon. Suddenly some one down on the steerage deck below him began to sing, accompanied by a rich toned violin whose sympathetic sweetness seemed to tell a story of its own. The song was one of those sad melancholy ballads, that the Italian loves so well, and it sank into Beverly’s very soul. When the music stopped and all was still again, Beverly, heaving a heavy sigh, retraced his steps to the salon. With a jealous pang he saw Helen chatting merrily with Cecil Van Dorf, a rich young snob who had been in his class at college. As Beverly came towards them a close observer might have been able to discern a faint color rise to her face, and as he passed with a very grave quiet, “Good evening, Miss Royden,” he might also have noticed that she started slightly at the chilly greeting. As Beverly went to his state-room his thoughts were anything but pleasant. The meeting had jarred the more because the song had brought up such sweet memories of the days he dared not hope would return. Awaking early from a troubled sleep Beverly could not help but think of the events of the night before. What was there in that song that could revive memories he fancied were but shadowy dreams of the days gone by? Suddenly a plan occurred to him so simple that he wondered he had not thought of it before. Helen must hear that song. -81 - KbTKKI.I.A, A STORIETTE THE VIOLIN MAKER’S DAUGHTER.—Continued. After breakfast he obtained permission from the captain to search the steerage. The usual crowd was there, all with a woe-begone look in their foreign faces. Beverly walked rapidly down the deck when suddenly he found himself face to face with a strange looking couple. An old white-haired man, with the help of his fair companion, was slowly making his way to the sunny side of the deck. His companion was a tall, dark girl, having all the voluptuous charms sometimes seen in Italian beauties. A light shawl seemed to display more effectively her raven hair and eyes, while a loose-flowing dress in its simplicity lent additional charm to the already lovely picture. After making the old gentleman comfortable she left him a moment and Beverly thinking perhaps that this girl might be the singer, politely asked the old man in Italian if his daughter did not sing. The old gentleman seemed pleased to be addressed in his native tongue and feeling rather merry that morning, they were soon chatting awa like old friends. Of course Estrella, for such was the fair Italian’s name, was greatly surprised on returning to her father to find a strange man with him, but being very favor- ably impressed by Beverly’s agreeable manners, the three were soon fairly well acquainted. After much persuasion Beverly prevailed upon the old man to get out a violin of which he seemed to be very careful. The old man had but begun when Beverly knew that he was in the presence of a master and when, the music gradually softening, Estrella sang an exquisite little love song with that marvelous contralto voice, Beverly was delighted to recognize in her the mysterious singer of the night before. After much pleading he finally made the old violin player and his daughter promise that they would sing in the main salon that evening. Ashe left them, Estrella watched him go, a strange look in her big, black eyes. The report that two steerage passengers would appear in a concert that evening drew a large crowd in the salon. Helen Royden, being a passionate lover of music, sat very close to the platform on which Estrella was to appear. By her side sat the ever-present Cecil. The audience was just commencing to be restless when the two musicians appeared, accompanied by Beverly who had been requested to introduce them. With a clever little story he -82- A STORIETTE—THE VIOLIN MAKER’S DAUGHTER.—Continued. presented Estrella, and a murmur of applause 'went through the audience as the graceful girl stepped forward. At Beverly’s request she sang the sad love song that had moved him so much the night before. As the old man began to play, all were hushed; and when Estrella, her rich young voice full of emotion, sang the love song of her far away father-land, rnanj’ a tear dropped unheeded for “auld lang syne.” Helen was of course greatly surprised to see Beverly with Estrella and watched them with an odd little pain in her heart, and when Estrella in the midst of her song looked towards Beverly with a glance that could not be mistaken, Helen found herself thinking of the old college days when they had loved each other and had been so happy. Looking up she met the grave eyes of Beverly and Hushed scarlet. Estrella, seeing the look, understood why Beverly was so anxious for her to sing the sad old love song. Strange to say, Estrella did not respond to the thunders of applause, but hurried quickly below with her father. When Beverly tried to find her to thank her in behalf of the passengers, she was nowhere to be found. Leaning his elbows on the rail he looked out on the calm moon light with unseeing eyes. “Had Helen understood?” he asked himself again and again. Suddenly he became aware of the presence of some one and glancing up saw Estrella standing motionless beside him. As soon as he turned she said, “Signor, you have been kind to me, Estrella does not forget; tonight I discovered that you love some one and that some one loves you. No, do not start, I am sure! go to her!” And before he knew it, she had stopped, kissed his hand and vanished. Beverly did not move a muscle for some seconds, then turned and went to the upper deck. Walking back toward the stern of the boat his heart thumped wildly as he recognized a familiar figure standing alone by the rail. Stepping quietly to her side he said, “Helen, did you understand?” She started violently on hearing his voice, but seeing the look in his face, held out her hand and whispered, “Yes, Beverly.” As they stood there, happy that they understood each other at last. Beverly could not help but imagine it was all a dream. The moonlight transformed the waves into a heaving field of gems and the sounds of the ship came like whisperings from -83- A STORIETTE—THE VIOLIN MAKER’S DAUGHTER.—Concluded. fairyland. Below them someone was singing the sad, old love song of dreamy Italy, and as the last sorrowful note floated over the waters and died away, Beverly leaned over and reverently kissed the head bowed before him. Joseph R. Ellis. •‘He said, Helen, did you understand?' She whispered, ‘ Yes, Beverly.’ ” —84 Motto:—Wo ah the only owiginals, doncher know. STANDING WULES. T. No puhson can be a membah unless his coat fits puffectly in the back. II. All caues must be impohted and must have knobs big enough to fit the mouth oftheownah. SITTING WULES. I. Any membah caught with baggy twousah legs shall be immediately expelled fwom the society aftah a notice of fohty-eight howahs. II. Each membah shall ’ave at least thwee goils on the stwing. ’Owevah, moah ah allowed. III. As to ’ose, hanything between a bwick wed hand a sky blue will do, the polka dot vawiety being pwefuhed. IV. All suits of clothing must be made by hunion tailahs; ’and me-downs positively pwohibited. Pwesident. Vice-Pwesident. OFFICAHS. Buhnes Moah Dell Dutton Secwrtawy Fashion Plate No 1. Chollie Edwahds, Kimbnh Bah ton, - MEMBAHS. Kimball Bahtou, Chawles Edwahds. Roy Bwadbuwy, Buhnes Moah, Dell Dutton. —85— . sV i iViWiW iVriVmiVcWiV imiY'i VmVrYi iViWiWiYiYiYrYWlWto i iYi «Yc i | FRENCH DEPARTMENT. [ Lc President de France. L'origine de Monsieur Loubet tftait lo plus humble. Son pfcre etait petit fermier dans la France du Sud, et sa m re habitue encore la maison ofi il 5tait n£une petite b tisse avec le rez-de-chaussee employ comnie les ytabhs et le premior 6tage comme Phabitation dela famille, vertueusement fermee mainte-nant except la grande ehambre dans la iuelle Madame Loubet repose, habite et re ;oit ses hotes. C’etait ici qu’elle tenait la cour apres rejection de son fils. “Suis-je contents? Suis-je content e” rypSta-elle. “Pas de tout.” “Helas! Mon pauvre fils! Qu’une quantity de trouble aura-t-il maintenant.” Loubet est un brave et bon bourgeois. Sa tres bonne hum eur le fait uu favori. Une fois en arrivant a la gare de Lyons, un homme bien vetu et d'une apparence respectable lui dit, “Monsieur le Ministre, votre voiture est ici.” Monsieur Loubet le remercia, entra, et au moment que I’assistant avait ferm£ la porte, sY cria, “Pourquoi n’entrez-vons paa”? “Monsieur lc Ministre, je m’asseyerai sur la boite,” dtait la r£ponse respecteueuse. “Nous deviendrez mouillc mon amie; Venez en dedans ” “Mais, votre Excellence—“Quelle sottise! Quelle sottise! Sautez dedans” et le laquis lui oblit. Le president de la rlpublique fran ais rc9oit un salaire de cent vingt-cinq mille dollars. II demeure ft TElvstfe mais il ne 1'aime pas beaucoup. Le cuisine de I’Elysde est en charge d’un cuisinier qui s’appelle “Chef de Bouche” du president. Loubet n’aime pas les ostentations a 1’ extlrieur. Ses gofits sent simples etsa vie a £t harmonieuse et tranquillo. La dernidre consideration mais non pas la moindre,c’est qu’il semble ctre un tr£s honnete patriote avec une anxi 5t£ pour la dignite et la prosperity de son pays. Hki.kn McCarty. - 80- La Petite Marie. Le jardln du cafd Mendonetait brillainment allunu .' Beau-coup e petits lumitres dtinceldes parmi les arbres et les doux tons de I’orchestre flottaient sur Pair embaumfc. ot h dtaient des petite groupes conrversantes et riantes aves la joie la plus innocente du monde pandent qu’un bourdonnomont de beau-coup de personnes qui marchaient et causai nt inelait har-monieusement avee le rri des grillons et des cigales. Marie, la petite borne du cafe allait et venait gaiement parmi beaucoup de tables fredonnant doucement le refrain du-chant qui flottait dans Pair. Modeste d’ une mani re bien se-duisante etait-elle dans sa robe delicate, son tablier bonnet blanc. Une boucle de cheveux jouait autour de son visage et tombait a travers du velours de sa joue. Bien des yeux la regardaient comme elle passa et beaucoup de pieces brillantes tombaient dans la laroche de son tablier blanc comme la niege, doundes de bonne volants pour ses services. Ses yeux brillaient et fidelement elle tint h son travail jusqu’a ce qUe les lumicres s’£teignaient lentement un far un et les demurs notes de 1’ orchestre flottaient en silence. Alors elle mit de c6t£ son tablier et son bonnet soigneuse-ment et mettant son collet et son chapeau sella va corbeille et s’en alia. Elle se glissa dans l’escalier Itroit du batiment noir, et an an quatri me etage, elle fit un pause et lentement ouvrit la porte. Elle alluma la lumi re de cire et tourna vers le lit dans le coin de la chambre. “ Mon pere, mon pere,” dit-elle te� drement comme elle passa sa main delicate sur les cheveux blancs du raalade, ‘‘nous aussi ferons festin comme des princes maintenant,” et elle tintait sans souci les pieces d’argent dans sa poche La lumicre silllait et brulait comme pdreetfille conversaient et se mettaient a leur i epos. Cornelia Kktcham. —87 Cyrano De Bergerac. Savenien Cyrano de Bergerac qui est l’hero d’une drame d’Edmund Rostand fut nd en 1619 et mourut en 1655. II dtait homme de lettres d’une famille noble de Gascon. Son maitre lorsqu’il dtait jdund dtait un prctre de campagne. Plus tard il entra le College Beauvais k Paris oil it dtudiait jusqiiil avait dix-nenf ans. Cyrano menait une vie de plaisir pendant ce temps. Quand il dtaita au college il dcrivit“Le Pedant Joud,” une eomddie satirique dans laquelle il ridicule la pddanterie coniine il la trouve dans son maitre Grangier. Quittant le college il entra la Garde Nationale oil il avait la reputation d’un batteur insouciant et sans gene. Il passait son temps avec la jeun- sse du jour et on dit qii il a battu des centaines de duels. La cause dtait souvent son nez enorme, duquel il dtait trdB sensitive. Je cite de Menag ana: “Bergerac dtait un grand ferr- ailleur. Son nez qti’il avait tout ddfieurd, lui a fait tuer plus de dix personnes. II ne pouvait souffrir qu on le regardat, et il faisait mettre aussitot l’dpde a la main. Plus tard Cyrano a compldt mnt changd sa vie. Aprds qiVil fut blessd k Arras en 1640 il a renoned la vie militaire et se ddvouait a la litteratur et 5 l’etude de la philosoi� hie et des sciences naturelies. On ne sait beaucoupdesa vie k ce temps Son ami, Le Bret, loue son desinterdsement et sa puretd. Un soir lorsqu'il retour-nait chez lui il fut frappd sur la tete d’un more au de bois qui tornba d’une fenetre. Peu de temps aprds il mourut de In blessure. Rostand nous donne une image presque parfaite de cet homme, sa caractdre aimable, sa personalitd magnifique et de sa vie pure. Corinna Lksieir. The object of this club shall be to secure cheap rates on ponies, (Shetland, Dog-eared, Interlinear, etc,) when ordered in ear-lots. We also carry a full line of books, such as: “The Uselessness of the Study of Latin,’’ by Diller Wood: “Down with Cicero,’’ by Joseph Ellis; “Caesar’s Revenge, or The Life of a Roman Newsboy ’ (price, 10c), by Roscoe Potts. These books are second-hand and a little the worse for wear but still serviceable. Motto: The easiest gait is trotting. Yell: Anna virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris, etc. Favorite Song: “Ave Caesar, go to thunder, At thy Commentaries all men wonder.” Diller Wood, Burnes Moore, Roscoe Potts, (Trotts), MEMBERS OF THE CLUB. Burton Hocker, Fred Moeninghoff, Joseph R. Ellis, Thomas Scruggs, Arthur Dewlittle, Allen Wayman, Edna Wanamaker. Flora Wolfson, Maude Hampton Neal, Lucia Ford, -88- GERMAN DEPARTMENT. Jic Jtbmnin Suite non Urcuiiai. iue bet ebelfteu graueti, bie jc bie StouigStrone ge IV trngeu fjnt, root bic Sfoniaen Suife non SJreujjen. Sie lebte mtiljrenb ber fdjmerfteu 3eiten bie Seutjdjfnnb in belli neungefjnten 3afjrfjunbert erfebte; mdfjrenb bet 3eit 11,0 beiitalj gang ©uropa gu giijjeit Stapoleons lag. Uub mnljreub biefet $eit geigte fie fid) eine treue gran uub eine fiebeuolfe GDattiu unb Stutter. Sdjott nib ffiinb roar Suife grofjtmifig unb felbft auf opfernb. SUiit ifjren Spieltamerabeu mat fie giitig unb freunbfidj. Sie gnb ben Sfrmen alleS mnb fie gu geben tjatte unb banit tljat eb ifjv (eib bajf fie nid)tb mefjc gu geben tjatte. ®urd) ifjren ©infill fj miitbe bic batbarifdje Sitte, bag berSafei an ber Seite beb touigfitfjen SSagenS lanfen mufjte, aufgegeben. Suife roudjb fjerati, eiu munberfdjoneb Siiibdjeu. 3lib (Sbtfje fie unb ifjre Sdjroefter Gfjarlotte fat), fagte ev, bap bet ©iitbrud tuefdjen fie auf ilju madjten, ltie auSgefoidjt metbeu miitbe. Sfib fiebgefjnjiifjtigeS TOabdjen ijeitatete fie ben ftronpringen griebridj 2Biffjefiit � on Sceujjeit. Seine iiiebe fiit Suife ueraiibert fid) ltie unb fie genofjen bab fcfjonfte gamilieitgfitd. $er Stronpring routbe ber fdjimfte Staim in fRreufjen genannt, unb er mar and) ebeit fo gut. Seine grau gog jebermann an burd) bie Sieblidjfeit ifjreb SSefeub, ifjre mufitafifdje Stimme, ibre freie ©emiitfjSnrt, ifjre glangenbe Unterljaltungbgabe uub tljr ebelmiitigeb Jperg. Sie mar eine ibeale Stutter unb murbe non ifjren SHnbern geliebt unb geefjrt. 3fjr altefter Sofjn, SBil fjefnt i„ fagte: „3dj merbe midj iintner ber Jugenben ber .fibnigeit, meiiter Stutter, erinuern. So fang id) lebe, roirb tneine Stutter itt meinem fjerg in fiifjen liebPofleu unb bantbaren ©rinneruitgeu febett. Unb rotifjrenb eitteb fjalben 3nf)rfjunbettg mat Suife and) basStufterbilb bet beutfdjen Station. Sie Kouigen Suife mar ber Ijeilige (Seift beutfr er ©iuljeit. Stapoleon glaubte, baft fie fefbft ben firieg auf= gefjefet Ijtitte unb cr mufjte bnfj er inebr in ber Stebe, meldje bie beutidjc Station fiir fie fjegte, gu fiirdjten fjatte. o(g in nteftreren .fjeeren. 9Bn()teitb beg Striegeg roar fie immer mit belli SMnig. lint bie ttricggjdjulb 311 beAaljIcu uertaufte fie aft’ itjre Suroeten unb bie fbniglidje ftamitie lebte luie eiuiadje Sente. 9iie roar fie eutmutigt, fonbern tjofite immer baft eg batb beffer roerben roiitbc. 91ber fie ftarb elje bie beffeven Seiten (amen. Unb einige 3«t)te nadjfjer (am toag Suife roiinfdjte uub roonad) fie ftrebte — bie beutfcfte tSinljeit. Unb fie tjoffte and) baft iftre Sl'inber 311 ebfeit 9Katiitein unb ffraueii fjrrait roadjfen rourbeu. 9(udj biefer SSunfd) rourbe erfiillt unb in bem itaifer SBidjetin I. fanb ®eutfd)lanb emeu fluten ebten .fjerrfdjcr. Henrietta Ehkke. SrfliUcrg .'C'c'IS „'B)atlc«ftein . 5et)r leid)t ift eg ling bag Urtcil iibcr SBattenftein nug3ufpredjen roemt roir iljit nur a(� Saiferoer ratljer betradjteu. SBenn roir aber ©djiiterg meifterfjafte Sdjitberung bet entfrfjeibenben Beit feineg Sebeng lefen, ben Dcrberbteit $uftatib bcr iftotitif, ben buutjdjetfigeit, tjeftigeu Etjaracter beg fjeeteg unb bie ailgememe (Stjrtofigteit barin betracftten,—bairn gebett roir feftr gent ben ungtiidtidjeit Siufliiffeu ber Beit einen Seii unferer tiorberigen Serurtcitung. 2Bir fefjeit bann, baft ber .fjelb nidjt gati3 311 tabeln ift, baft in it)in and) bie guten Xriebe teben, obgteid) fie nidjt ftarf genug finb, fict) gegen bie jufamntengefeftte tUiadjt ber bbfeu Iriebe uub ber boien SBett 311 oertf)eibi gen. Unb alfo roirb unfer ®efiil)( gegen itjit, roie feiu Sfjaracter felbft, ein ocrroirfetteg. 8ur fetben Beit ba er ling roiberroiirtig ift, erroedt er in ung aucft bag SWitleib. ®er tfeftter SBatteiifteing, metier it)in jnerft am tjerr� tidjften bicnt, uub roetd)er itjtu eublid) am tiefften fdjabet, ift fein tStjrgei . Stber gerabe bie errounfdjten ©rfiitlun geu oerurfadjten 9leib unb attertei ilitiiife gegen ifjit. ®er Strgroobn unb bie Sogfteit beg '.gofcg treiben iftit ettb(id) gum Srofte, bie gefteimen .fjanblungeii mit beu Scfjroeben, roetdje er nur mit 9iebenabfid)t angefaiigen ftat, ernft burd)3ufiit)reu. Unb in biefent Sdiritte jeigt fid) ber anbere grofte f?et)ter feineg Sftaracterg,—bag SBertangen nadj SKadje. ®od) muffeti roir biefeg nidjt 311 ftreng rid)ten. 3 ev 2Bunfd) in itjni ift ein gang uaturlidjer, roie eg non ben nieiften SUietifd)eit itad) foldjer ungeretftteit $anbtiiug 311 erroarten ift. -90- $a? Smtb mar m einer folcfjeit Slufregung, ba e? faft teine luirflidje 5Baterlaitb?liebe gab. iKeliqiofet Streit unb Setbftfud)t Ijerrfdjten; jeber biente bem, mo-oon et ben meifteu 45ortei( boffte. Unb Don einetit Siai-fee, bee fo roenig im gaiijen iKcidje gatt, mar e? teid)t fid) ju tvennen, oI)ite bie Ireue ju bredjeit. 2Bie e? 8d)i(Ier feibft uu3 Don bem uiigiudltdjeii ®erriiter jogt: „@eiu Sager uue erttaret fein Serbredjen. £od) SBattenftein, bet SBerriiter, bade eine botbft mertootle lugeub, meldje Oieleu feinen uertcauten ftcieg?« genoffen febite,—bie Irene 311c greuitbfd)aft. Unb fiir biefe miiffen loir i iu and) Diet aitbere? entfdjulbiflen. SBie ev an SOlaj $icco(oinini nnb ben Offiiicten, metdje i()m teen geblieben finb, bang , ftetlt fid) in fdjarfem Soil’ tvaft 311 bem bioteeliftigen SBetlaffen be? Octaoio iJJiccoto� minibar. Siefem bat et fcbon 3nf)velatig am blinbeften Dertvant. teil? loegen eine? Itaume?, mebr roegen bee '-Botbebeutuiigeu bee Stftvotogie, morin et eiiien liner jdjiittertidjen (filnnbcii tjntte. Unb geenbe Don biefent Siebliug, Octaoto, mttb er 3nerft Derlaffeit unb Winter gatigen. 3n bem batten ftricget finbet fid) aud) ein fteiuer fug Doit Bartbeit. @cm Seiben iiber ba? SSetragen Oc= taoio?, iiber bn? Scbicfjat be? fDin , nnb Seine iiiebe fiir IbeUa,—bie? atte? mad)t ihn un? Diet Dertrnuter. 3lud) jetjeit mir ettuaS tjod) '-BeiuiiubernSioerteS in ber eblen goffting, luomit er ben SBeridjt femes ftiirjcnbeu @d)ictfal3 empfiiiigt, uub tuie er fid) jur folgenben Sefbftocrteibigung oorbereitet. Uub obgteidj loir ifjit albSSerbredjer nnerfentieu, tljut e§ unS bod) leib biefe Sorbpreitimgeii ntifjtingen jit jeljen. Sim meiften tb)ut e3 tiu3 abet leib, baft iljnt buret) einen feiner eigtten rndjeuollen Offijiere feiite levies @ut ge raubt luevbeu foil,—feiit Seben. SUfo toirb er Ijintergnngen oott einent Dffijier, ber @l)r[ud)t loegen, 0011 bent anberen micb er gemorbet, ber fKadje roegett. ftub feiue eigneit ®eftil)(c, bie in ifpien toirtten, bodj nidjt auf biejelbe SSeije. ®ie iiift, 1000011 fie ©ebraud) rnadjen, ift feiner SJatur fremb. Slur foidje ©ebnitfen Ijegte er, bod), mie er jagte, „3d) mufjte bie 3rt at oo i Ibr i u b c u, meil id) fie ge bn dj t. So Ijnben tuir in iiSnlleuftein, bem .fjelb be3 grbjiteii beutjdjen dramas, cin fdjrectlidieS SBcifpiel ber golgcn jtoeier nufdnglid) tleiuen f?el)ler,—beS iiblen $enteu3, unb beS lmgejafjmten Uljrgcijcb. SBemt er nur ben SBor ten feiner grau gefolgt lofire: „0 lieber .fjetjog ! Strebeu mir nidjt nlljuljodj fjinauf, bnjj toit jii tief nidjt fatten mbgen. Edith Latimbk. A club organized for the cultivation of the human voice and the deafening of the human ear. The club is under the able directorship of Prof. Jay Roy Ellis, I. K. E. (which means I Know Everything). Music furnished for any kind of entertainment from a pink tea to a sheep-killing. Serenades a specialty. THE LINE-UP. First Tenor - - Diller Wood Second Base - - Will S. Hogsett Second Tenor - Edgar Love joy Shortstop - - Ralph Freysehlag h irst Base Prof. J. Roy Ellis Umpire - Koscoe Fairbanks Potts SUBSTITUTES. BurnesV. Moore Jamie Austin Lloyd Morrow Trumbull Seeley Howard McPherrin WillieGill. -92- SPANISH DEPARTMENT La Civilizacion de las Aztccas. ACE algunos anos que he leido un libro muy bucno, “The Fair God” por Lew Wallace. Este libro reiato las costuin— bresde aquella nacion extraha, las Aztec-as. Desde una epoca muj7 remota, Mexico estuvo habitado de estos pueblos, que fueron muy ignorantes en algunas cosas pero extremamente progresivos en otras. Fueron belicosos y un soldado fue un hombre muy grande entre ellos. El rey si mismo habia de cautivar a algunas victimas para sacrificarlas sobre el ara del dios de guerra, Deseaban tambien tener muchos cautivos, porque estaba su religion de placer a los dios por ofrecerles los sacrificios humanos. Pusieron a la victima en el ara y le rotnpieron el corazon de su cuerpo aunque sea viva. Pero sin embargo, estuvieron muy inhumanos, su civilizacion fue maravillosa. Tuvieron palacios muy grandes y hermosos, hechos de piedra, que se rodearon de jardines llenos de todas especies de flores. Muchos diversos pajaros cantaron en los arboles. La nacion se dividio en clases, a la manera de la sistema feudal, y el rey mando a todas las clases.El dcpartainento penal se goberno por los tribunales en las cindades principales. Sus resol u-ciones fueron decisivas y el rey si mismo no pudo mudarlas. Las leyes se recordaron por escrituras de pinturaso geroglificos, algunas de las cuales tene-mos ahora. Pero dieron la bienvenida a Cortes, creyendole ser ‘El Dios Blanco,” a quien habian esperado durante tantos anos. Cortes mato a Montezuma y destruyo a toda la nacion. En csta manera salieron delas paginasde historia las Aztecas inhumanas pero brillants. Ailekn Ward. ftUGERATEJ) •r aik 4 A Club organized for the benefit of mankind. Bureau of cheap information. If there is anything you don’t know, ask us and we will tell you whether we know or not. The effect is just the same. There are a very few of us left. We make our members full-fledged politicians, with diploma admitting to the 44 bar.” Class elections a specialty. A A A A A A OFFICERS. Paul Kirtley, - - - President Edgar Lovejoy, Vice President Harry Kendall, - Secretary Burnes Moore, Treasurer Roscoe Fairbanks Potts, Most Supreme Heeler MEMBERS. Ralph Freyschlag Kenneth Keebler James Austin Howard Hudson Guy Moore Paul Kirtley Edgar Love joy Harry Kendall Burnes Moore Roscoe F. Potts —94— IE Chemistry classes for some time have been studying the metallurgy of the more important ores, and in furtherance of this plan, recently visited the Argentine Smelter and Refining Works. The following Article is the outgrowth of one of these visits. THE ARGENTINE SMELTER AND BLUE VITRIOL WORKS. Although the process of smelting really begins with the charging of the furnaces, there are certain preliminary steps which are necessar}'. The ores are brought into a large room with a cement floor and after being partially crushed, are piled up, quartered, thoroughly mixed, again and again, and finally samples are taken for assay. After the ore has been careful’y analyzed and roasted, two or more kinds are mixed with some flux, as limestone, and coke, in the proper proportions, and the whole dumped into the blast furnaces, which are fairly well represented by the accompanying illustration. —96 — These furnaces are kept running night and day until repairs become necessary, ami most of the metals contained in the ores are reduced together. The flux used forms with the impurities a dark colored glass or slag which is drawn off into pots, and carried to the slag railway. At intervals the mixture of molten metals is drawn off into small molds, and in this form is known as bullion. In most of the ores smelted, this consists largely of lead, but contains also some silver, copper, gold and iron, with perhaps certain others. This bullion must be separated into its consti-uents, otherwise it is of little value. Some of the more important steps are given below. First, the bars are thrown into what are called the softening furnaces, where the metals are almost instantly melted. From here the molten alloy is run into large kettles, to which zinc is added. This is known as Parke’s process of separation. It depends upon the fact that zinc forms an alloy with silver and gold, but not with lead. The alloy thus formed rises to the surface and crystallizes, whereupon it is skimmed off by means of perforated dippers. Considerable quantities of lead adhere to the silver, gold and zinc, but the great bulk of it remains in the kettles, and may be drawn off and moulded. A MODERN BLAST KL KNACK. For the recovery of the zinc, the alloys are put into retorts and heated strongly, the zinc is vaporized, and is condensed in conical shaped condensers attached to the outer end of the retorts, through small openings it drips out into molds, and is then ready for use again in the kettles. 06- The remaining alloy is next run into cupellation furnaces where strong blasts of air accompanied by intense heat, oxidize the lead to litharge, PbO. It is now raked off the surface, and put upon the market as the common impure oxide of lead. All that remains now is the separation of the silver and gold, processes which are beyond the limits of this article. THE BLUE VITRIOL WORKS. The Blue Vitriol Works, while not as interesting to the general student, are, nevertheless very enjoyable and full of profit. The crude ore before being brought to the Vitriol Works, is melted and thereby reduced to a form called 4 matte,” which consists mainly of the sulphides of iron, copper, lead, silver, arsenic, antimony and some free gold. After being crushed, the matte is fed by machinery into a furnace to be “roasted;” here it is stirred at regular intervals by mechanical devices, and most of the metallic sulphides are converted into oxides. When the process of oxidation is complete, the ore is treated with dilute sulphuric acid and heated by means of steam. In this way the copper oxide is dissolved, together with some of the iron, arsenic and antimony. To purify this solution it is pumped up into high wooden cylinders or towers, through which a current of air is forced. Being heated by steam at the same time, the antimony and arsenic are oxidized, and the iron is converted into an insoluble form by the addi- tion of cupric oxide, and is consequently precipitated. At the same time the cupric oxide added is converted into sulphate or blue vitriol. The reaction that takes place is shown as follows: 2FeSO« 0(air)-r2CuO Ke.O, 2CuS04. Not only, therefore, does this ingenious method get rid of the iron, but also converts the cupric oxide into cupric sulphate which materially strengthens the solution. Filter presses now remove the gold or silver that remains and the residue is taken to the smelter division. What occurs there we have described above. Returning now to the copper sulphate solution, we find it being evaporated in large pans until sufficiently concentrated, when it is taken to the crystalling department. Here .it is pumped into large cement vats in which strips of lead are suspended at regular intervals. At the end of seven or eight days the strips are removed covered with large bright crystals of copper sulphate. The crystals are now washed and screened, so as to be of assorted sizes, after which they are ready for the market. Although there are many other ways of obtaining the copper sulphate the above process produces the better grade for various reasons, the most forcible being that they are made from a neutral solution. Great credit is due to Mr. Hoffman, the originator of the above process, which is undoubtedly the best method known at the present writing. Jas. P. Hughes. 97— DEPARTMENT OF ZOOLOGY. Parasitism and Symbiosis. A ♦MONG the many interesting things that A are just beginning to be largely in- A vestigated in the subject of zoology, are the peculiar relations between individuals, both of the same species and of different species. With a great many of these most people are fairly familiar. We have seen bees living together in colonies The queen bee lays the eggs, which the drones have fertilized, in the spring. The workers care for the young, and gather food for the whole household. The life of ants is even more highly developed and civilized. There are generally four kinds of individuals: winged males and females, and wingless males and females, or workers. The termites of South America have soldiers, who fight their battles for them. They are divided into companies, and have officers who march along beside them and keep them in order. In this kind of life the labor is divided among the different animals so that they are mutually dependent, and one cannot live without the others. Wolves, buffaloes, sheep, and some other animals herd together and help each other, but they can get along alone. Parasitism, where one animal lives at the expense of another, is a closer relation, and more vital. Sometimes the host is not much disturbed, but often his body is devoured, and he dies. The tapeworm is one of the common parasites of man. It takes up its abode in the intestine, and there lives a quiet and comfortable life, feeding upon the partially digested food. The leech is an external parasite which attaches itself to the skin of a higher animal, and sucks its blood. Bacteria live in the blood and tissues of animals in great numbers, and are responsible for most of the disease we particularly dread. We do not know, however, whether the}’ are animals or plants. Plants are also often troubled with parasites, both animal and vegetable, which, taking advantage of their helplessness, live upon their sap. A near relative of the parasites is the messmate, which uses part of another animal’s food. There is a small crab which lives inside of a mollusk, that was long thought to be a parasite, but it is found that it only uses the left over food, and so does not inconvenience the mollusk at all. Many messmates obtain their food independently, and only use the body of the other animal as a place of refuge. All of these habits have a tendency to make animals grow simpler in structure, as, when they have their food prepared for them, they do not have to do much work. The tapeworm cannot see or hear, and has a very small brain, as its mode of life does not require great mental activity. The leech is merely a small living sack, adapted to do nothing but suck. Symbiosis is a little higher form of association. It is the living- together of two animals, so that both are the better for it. The most striking example of this is the hermit crab, which always carries a little sea anemone around on its shell. It takes it to places where it can get its food, and then the sea anemone, which is well armed with long stinging threads, fights off the crab's enemies. When a crab loses its anemone, by death or accident, it hunts up a new one, forcibly tears it from it lodgment, and places it on its shell. The flea helps keep the hair of a dog smooth and clean by eating the dead skin and hair. It does not injure the dog at all, but really contributes to its comfort, while the flea has a pleasant home and enough to eat. Corresponding to the flea are some small crustaceans which live among the scalesof fishes. It has been found that it does not suck the blood of the fish, but only eats the dead skin, which is of no use to its possessor, but really needs to be removed. It gets free transportation, and is able to leave its friend when it wishes, and live independently. There are animals which live among the eggs of beetles and take care of them, eating those which fail to come to maturity. Some ants have a very pretty habit of taming the little aphides or plant lice which live on green plants, using them for cows. They pasture them on the freshest and greenest leaves, and care for them faithfully, protecting them from all their enemies. When they use all the food in one place the ants move them to another. The aphides se- crete a sweet fluid which is much prized by the ants, so they are amply rewarded for their labor. Parasitism and symbiosis have only a few points in common, although there are many apparent sim-ilarites. Stella Sexton, ’03. i DEPARTMENT OF PHYSICS, S vl A Model of a ENERALLY speaking it is difficult for the unimaginative mind to form clear conceptions whenever mechanical principles are involved. For this reason models are very helpful. They are even more useful than the complicated instrument or machine which they represent, because of the fact that only the essential parts are shown in the model. With these ideas in mind, Mr. Ayres bought some rough castings of a model steam engine of the simple slide valve type. Noticing the plans on his table one Steam Engine. day, I was immediately struck with the idea that it would be of great benefit to me if I could construct this engine. It was in my line of work, and not only that, but it would give me valuable practice with machine tools and lathes. The result was that I obtained the privilege of making it. The tools with which I had to cut out and finish the various parts were the lathe, drill-press, grindstone, and some minor tools, such as hack saws, taps, dies and so forth. The first things I finished were the cylinder and steam-chest, which took about —100— fifteen afternoons. Following- in natural order came the cross-head and piston rod. After these'were turned out in the lathe, I coupled up the connecting rod. The most difficult of the castings to finish was the flywheel. It took all of two afternoons to even get it centered correctly, and another afternoon to bore the hole for the axle. To turn the rim true and polish it was a minor job, and took only one afternoon. The next thing was the crank-shaft and crank-wheel. I bored the hole in the crank-wheel, and then fastened it to the shaft by means of a set-screw, and then turned it on the shaft. The pillow-blocks for the crank shaft caused a great deal of trouble, for I had no planer, and consequently had to finish them with a file and a saw. These were the most difficult parts to handle. Of course there were many other little things necessary to complete each casting which I have not mentioned, such as cutting and boring holes, cutting threads and making bolts. After all the parts had been completed, I collected them, and put a coat of red paint on the rough parts to give the fiuished engine a neat appearance. The accompanying cut shows the engine as it appeared when completed. —10 The estimated capacity of the engine was one horse-power. I wras quite curious to know how nearly the actual performance of the engine would come up to the estimated capacity. The Indicated Horse-power of a steam engine is given by the equation: I. H. P. = « Aooo, in which P is the average pressure on the piston throughout the stroke, A the area of the piston in square inches, S the length of one stroke, and N the number of strokes per minute. Under the condition that P is 80, A is 1 , S is 4, and N 600, the Indicated Horse-power would be .8. This is called the Indicated Horse-power, because the true horse-power would only be found after deducting a fraction for friction, tight packing, and other losses. Altogether I was well pleased with the result of my work, for I not only got practice in machine work, but I also learned a great deal about steam engines in general, from working with this model. Paul J. Neff. 1- The Moissan Electric Smeltinq Eurnace. S the discovery of liquid air and the recent achievements in wireless telegraphy are destined to create great changes in the affairs of mankind, so also will the invention of the electric smelting furnace open up new horizons to chemistry. This is all the more convincing when we know that high temperature is one of the chemist’s most valuable agents. Heretofore the highest temperature, produced by the best known method, was about 2500 to 3000 degrees C. while with the electric furnace, a temperature of 5000 degrees C. can be produced with comparative ease. Before this invention, the furnaces were heated by such material as coal, charcoal and coke, consequently extremely high temperatures were impossible. The result was that there were many substances, such as lime, carbon and flourspar, which could not be fused, while to-day, through the work of the electric furnace, not only these but also every substance known to man can be melted. We shudder at the thought of the intense cold produced by liquid air, but what is the cold at minus 204 degrees compared with heat at 5000 degrees ? There are several quite distinct types of electric furnaces, but that employed by M. Moissan is held in high favor, not only on account of the results obtained but also on account of its simplicity. We have had the good fortune, in our Physics course this year, to construct one of these furnaces, and to repeat some experiments that seem almost too marvelous to believe. We have taken the Moissan furnace for our model. The cut (page 103) shows our furnace as it looks when completed. The outer part consists of a box about two feet square by a foot high. The interior of this box is lined with asbestos and filled with clay. A solid block of limestone, about six by eight by ten inches, which forms the principal part of the furnace, is sunk into the clay with only the top surface showing. In this block are cut two longitudinal grooves, which receive the electrodes ; and in the center is a cup-shaped cavity about four inches in diameter, which holds the substances to be smelted. On this is placed a block of the same material, in which is a cavity of the same diameter as the one below and about one inch in depth, thus making the roof of the furnace. The ends of the carbons come within a short distance of each other in the lower cavity, and thus, when the circuit is closed, the electric arc, made between the electrodes, -102- generates the heat which fuses the surface of the limestone, and forms a polished dome that reflects the heat of the arc upon the substance to be smelted. The carbons, to the ends of which are attached the electric wires, are held in place by two iron clamps on each side of the furnace. Although the construction of the furnace was interesting, still it is only secondary in comparison with the experiments performed with it. First was the making of calcium carbide, the material from which acetylene gas is manufactured. The electric furnace has made its production possible. Before the invention of this furnace the substances, lime and carbon, of which calcium carbide is made, were thought to be refractory ; but under the intense heat of our little furnace, both melted as readily as if they had been wax. The ingredients used in its manufacture were pulverized lime and carbon, mixed in the ratio of fourteen parts of lime to nine of carbon. This mixture was placed in the furnace and the circuit closed. Within thirty seconds it had begun to melt, and in two minutes the entire substance was at a white heat, forming calcium carbide. This was removed from the furnace, and, when cool, had very much the appearance of coke, except that it was a lighter gray color. When placed in -103- THE MOISSAN ELECTRIC SMELTING FURNACE. Water it formed the acetylene gas which, when lighted, burns with a bright white light, just as it docs in the bicycle lamp. Another experiment was the melting of iron. Hardly had the iron come in contact with the electric arc when it began to fuse and run like water. Of course iron was melted by means of the blast furnace before the electric furnace was invented, but not in the short time that the latter does its work. By this we see that the electric furnace will, in the future, be a great time saving apparatus for all the large smelters. The furnace treated sand just as it did iron. It melted it in a very short time, producing a substance which had very much the appearance of molten glass. Probably the most interesting experiment w'ith the electric furnace is the one performed by its in- ventor, that of making artificial diamonds. Speaking briefly, this is accomplished by mixing sugar of carbon, molten iron and certain acids together, and letting them cool under certain conditions. Little crystals are thus formed that have all the characteristics of the genuine diamond. Although we cannot say it will be of any practical value, nevertheless, by this experiment M. Moissan has certainly achieved a most memorable scientific triumph. M. Moissan's experiments are, we believe, of vital importance. They open up new fields to chemistry, and the majority' of them not only add new facts to natural philosophy, but are certain to be of great practical value. Harry S. Wayman. Thor W. Sanborn. Telephone Switchboard. HE telephone has grown to be an important adjunct in almost every form of business, and is rapidly gaining ground as such in every well regulated household. As an electrical invention, it holds an important place in the subject of physics. The time allotted to the study of this, though necessarily short, is sufficient to give a very good conception of its general principles, when they’ are illustrated by a model. In the past this model was lacking, but this year we supplied this need by building a switchboard of three-line capacity. -104- In building this switch-board no attempt was made to reproduce any part of a commercial board. It fully illustrates, however, the principles of a large exchange. Its parts are all very simple and readily understood. On the front of the board are three small drops, which are operated by electro-magnets. Under these are three plug jacks, and on a projecting shelf are three plugs. When any two of these are crossed and inserted into the proper plug jacks, connection is made between twro telephones. On this same shelf are three sets of keys, a ringing and a listening key for each line A box attached to the lower end of the board contains a battery and a magneto generator. The battery is used when the operator is in communication with any line. The circuit of this is closed or opened by a switch on the side of the box. The generator is used for ringing up the telephones, and is operated by a crank placed at the lower right hand corner of the box. On an arm projecting from the top of the board, is a transmitter, and to the left of this the receiver. With these different parts in mind, the operation of the board is more easily understood. When the crank of a telephone generator is turned, it operates one of the drops on the switchboard. The operator then closes the battery circuit and switches in his transmitter and receiver by pressing a listening key. After he has ascertained the number desired he breaks these connections, inserts the proper plugs in the plug jacks, presses the ringing key, and then turns the crank of the generator, which rings up the telephone called. The drops again fall when the persons telephoning ring off, and this notifies the operator to disconnect. The system just described is similar to that in use in Kansas City, although it differs in several minor particulars. In the East, where the development of electricity is more advanced, there are two new systems in use — TELEPHONE. SWITCHBOARD. the central energy and the automatic. The first places all batteries at the central station and employs automatic ringing. The second, which is more recent, bids fair to revolutionize switch board construction. The work of connection at the central station is done automatically by electro-magnets, which are controlled by small dials mounted on the front of the telephones. The present concen- sus of opinion seems to be that this system is impracticable, but it has been predicted that if it can be made applicable to exchanges with a large number of lines, as has been done in New Bedford, Mass., it will so cheapen rates that, within ten years, ninety per cent of the people will have telephones. Paul L. Dragon. John L. Stakkir. Malaria. ALARIA is one of the greatest nuisances, in the way of disease, with which the world at large has to battle. It not only puts the body in a very bad condition, but it destroys the temper, and the power to enjoy. It is not by any means a new disease, but has been known and described since earliest history. It is prevalent in certain parts of the United States, but this is not considered a malarial country. It is a rural and a tropical disease. Though occuring in some of the cold countries, such as Sweden, Greenland and Siberia, it is native in South America, Africa, and all tropical climates. It is the cause of Jungle fever and of the much dreaded Roman fever. Between 1887 and 1897 the annual death rate from Malaria, in Italy, was fifteen thousand. There were four deaths out of every hundred deaths in the United States in 1860 caused by malaria, and two and seven-tenths in 1880. The true cause of malaria was not known until about twenty years ago, and was not generallv accepted until about ten years ago. The research lias been carried on chiefly by Italians, Americans, and Englishmen. The true cause is a micro-organism or germ which inhabits the red corpuscles of the blood. Infection is carried on entirely, it is now generally believed, by a species of mosquitoes called Anopheles. These mosquitoes bite a healthy person and deposit —KMJ— some of these germs in the bite with the saliva they leave there. A germ is a white shapeless body with an indistinct nucleus. One of these germs enters a red corpuscle, as in fig. No. 1. and digests all the haemoglobin, or red matter in the blood. Immediately some pigment spots begin to form, as in fig, No. 2. The cell then divides probably, as in fig. 3 and 4. It subdivides many times until the corpuscle is filled with Sporocytes. The corpuscle then bursts and the Sporocytes swarm out into the blood, as in No. 5, and produce fever. —1 However some of the germs do not divide but simply swell up and fill the corpuscle, when they both die and are eaten up by a white blood corpuscle. If at this stage of the process an Anopheles mosquito happen to come along and suck one of these germs out before it has died, it is taken into the stomach of the mosquito. Here it may become a male germ, by developing arms or threads, as in fig. 1, or it may become a female germ by simply getting larger, as in fig. 2. The threads of the male germ drop off and fuse themselves upon the female germ. The female germ then works its way out between the mucous layer and the muscular layer of the mosquito’s stomach. Here it developes some small dark threads called Blasts. These finally work their way out to the proboscis of the mosquito and are deposited in the saliva. They enter the human body as a simple germ as at first. This process is called Sexual Generation. There are three types of malaria; the Tertian, or that in which the fever returns every second day; the Quartian, or that in which the fever returns every third day; and the Tropical malaria. If reinfection takes place, daily fever is produced. That is, in the Tertain, if a person is bitten on Monday the fever will come on Wednesday and if he is bitten again on 1 uesday, the fever will come again Thursday. In order that the breeding places of malaria can be found, it is necessary to know the difference between the Anopheles mosquito and the Culex or ordinary mosquito. There are four differences. The Apopheles have spotted wings and very long Palpi which the Culex have not. The Anopheles mosquito's body, when in a resting position on a ceiling, is perpendicular to the ceiling,and when on a perpendicular wall, it is nearly parallel to it. With the Culex mosquito it is the opposite. The eggs of the Culex are laid together, four hundred in a group, in a boat shaped body, with the end of the egg on the water. The eggs of the Anopheles are laid separately and on the side on the water. The breeding places of malaria are found in all stagnant water, such as shallow parts of streams, pools and puddles, and especially where there is a good coat of pond-scum. Quinine is a very effective, though slow, cure for Malaria. But a preventative is better than a cure. Three ways of killing the larva have been found. The first is by draining their breeding places. The second is by introducing small fish into the water. The third is by kerosene. The last is very effective as it suffocates them. To Mr. L. O. Howard, Chief Entomologist of the U. S. Department of Agriculture, I am indebted for my information concerning this question. This information can be found in Bu letin No. 25, and in the April number of the Century Magazine. Adda Myrtle Andrews. — 108 — Below is a collection of parts of letters which have been written to the editor in chief at odd times during the year, asking for information along certain lines, and which have been overlooked until a short time ago. The Editor begs pardon for not having answered them sooner and respectfully submits his answers now. Dear Mr. Editor: I am a fairly handsome young man, a good dresser on a moderate salary, and I want to go into business for myself. 1 have a liking for tailoring as I am an authority on clothing, and I would like for you to tell me how I can launch out upon the businoss world on a very small salary. Yours in Style. Dell Dutton. -109- Mr. Dutton: You seem to value your good looks more than 3Tour ability to tell a clay worsted from a gunny sack. However, that is a weakness prevalent among young men of your age, and we will overlook rt this time, but will offer the suggestion that, if you would pay more attention to your profession than to that angelic face of yours, you would make a better tailor. If your capital is too small, you had better start out on a rather low basis. Do not attempt anything higher than a $13.00 at first or you may have a law-suit on your hands. My Dear Sir: I hope that you will pardon ray laying ray woes unnumbered before you, but I feel that I must tell of the pain and the anguish that within me lie, before I shutile olT this mortal coil. I am, Sir, an Actor, a thespian of the old school, a relic of former days, in other words, a back number. Ah ! No longer am I able to hold an audience of thousands spell bound by my matchless soliloquies, but must content myself with playing to almost empty houses with egg and vegetable accompaniment!! Think! of! it!! Sir! The greatest of living Macbeths, the only original Hamlet, the impersonator of two hundred different roles, ranging from Richard the Third, to Charley’s Aunt, one of the greatest,—aye the GREATEST of modern historions —1 walking the streets to day a poor man !! Meh reason totters !! it drives me ma—ad to think of it!! yours dramatically, Raymond G Barnett. My Dear Sir: You had better see a doctor. my Deer editor: i thot as IIow i'd rite yer an ast wot a feller Ot ter dew wen he wants ter Go into Seroiely. Tt e Serciety out hyar in our Neck uf the Woods aint very high strung but Then i guess it’ll pass. I’m a rite peart looker wen i’m drest up, ef i dew say It myself, but sumhowerother the Girls don't seem to taik no Shine upter me. i don’t think as how it cud be my looks, But i'll send yer my fotograf an Let yer jege fur yerself. 1 wush you’d Kinder giv me yer opinyun on The subjick at yer furst lesure Time, cause I’ve got soshal asprashans. yourn Trewly, laurence Blodgett. My Dear Aspiring- Friend: It is cruel to shatter your “soshal asprashans” so suddenly but, tny dear sir, I really and truly do not think that you are in it at all. What the modern “serciety bell” wants is an attentive young man who can tell funny stories till he is black in the face and dance twenty-three two-steps without stopping to take 10- a breath. Now, judging1 from your letter, I should not think that you were much of a hand at either of he above mentioned arts. And when I look at your “fotograf” my heart is too full for expression. What you need is a real sharp razor and some shaving soap. Use according to directions on the wrapper, only be careful not to cut yourself. After you have tried this awhile let me know how you are coming along. A little time and patience will bring you out all right, I think. Sir: I am a poor wandering minstrel, but at the present moment my heart is heavy, my voice silent, and my purse empty. I have a voice of exceptional sweetness and purity, but wherever I go I am met with the same coolness. Xo body seems to care for my art. I am not an amateur by any means, for 1 have made several public appearances, one of my most howling successes being my appearance at the Orpheum Theatre of Kansas City. The audience, after I had sung but the opening bars of that tender ditty, “Ma Zulu Babe,” would let me go no further but insisted upon applauding until I was forced to leave the stage, followed by a shower of bouquets, at least I suppose they were bouquets for 1 —1: did not turn back to look. Now why is it that I should be such an outcast? Please inform me upon this subject. Yours Sincerely, Prof J. R. E. My Musical Friend: It is indeed sad to read such a letter as yours is, one so full of sad complaint. I pity you, ’deed I do. The first part of your letter is very clear to me, but when you begin to speak of your “howling?' success at the Orpheum, you leave me somewhat in doubt. I do not know exactly how to interpret the word “howl-ins;. One place, Mr. E., where you made a mistake was when you did not turn back to see what it was that was hurled after you when you were beating a hasty retreat from public view at the time of that memorable Orpheum appearance. I think that if you had examined more closely you would have discovered that—strange as it may seem- those mysterious bouquets were really not bouquets at all but sundrj’ decayed vegetables and tacks, etc., which were sent down upon you from on high. Sooner or later, my dear friend, you must realize the awful truth, namely:—that you cant sing. Now my advice is, quit trying to sing and settle down to some good solid work in some other line of business. LI— Girl’s List. Miss Maude Neal : Judging from your letter I take it that you are a woman's rights enthusiast. But why you write me for information, I cannot see. Who ever heard of anyone telling one of your kind any thing new? I do not exactly understand what line of woman’s rights you intend to pursue, woman suffrage or saloon smashing. However, whichever line it is you have gotten on the wrong track. You should write to Mrs Mary E. Lease, or Mrs. Carrie Nation. Miss Olive Oburn: The main part of your letter is taken up with bewailing your fate at not having any one insight upon whom } ou might bestow your affections. Now, don’t you worry; you will be all right. For you know, pretty girls always receive lots of attention before they die. SENIOR DEPARTMENT. The Misadventures of Two Cornets. IlENEVKR Mitchell was particularly low in his mind the inhabitants of Gaylord Hall always knew it. Not that Mitchell cared for that, you know, because he took a fiendish delight in letting them know his condition. And how, you ask? Not by word of mouth, nor by tears, these commonplace ways, did Mitchell make known his misery. None of these, but by wild, unharmonious and prolonged playing on his cornet. The louder the discord (I had almost said music), the more miserable and disconsolate, Mitchell. Whenever the boys of Gaylord heard the first few -112 foreboding- notes, they left their several occupations and fled the place in panic. And woe, woe to the luckless few who were left behind—no lessons for them. William Logan and “Ted” Mitchell were roommates at a large eastern boy’s school. They had come from the same western country town, and now they shared each other’s joys, sorrow's, pocket money and tobacco, impartially. Their rooms were the meeting place for all the choice hilarious spirits in the school. Many and many a wicked plot was schemed out there; many and many a plot was nipped in the bud there by watchful care takers. The boys possessed a boundless hospitality and generosity which their school fellows enjoyed and did not return. When Logan entered the archway of Gaylord one lovely day his ears were struck by a perfect avalanche of sound. He knew too, well, what it meant. So he only groaned in spirit as he strode up the steps. “He’s got ’em again,” he muttered, darkly. “I’ll beat his confounded old cornet all to smash if he don’t get over these spells.” “O Lord!” as a particularly lame scale entked with a crash. The door was open. Mitchell, the thoughtful, feared lest his neighbors should be deprived of ty y 0- “In the center of the room he sat. his musical festival. In the center of the room he sat, sprawling Turk-wise on a pile of pillows. His hair was rumpled, his face was red, but he clutched his cornet firmly. Around him, the room was in the last stage of disorder; every box, every drawer, everything: that could possibly hold anything:, had its contents spilled and rilled. All Mitchell’s and Login’s clothes as well, lay in graceful attitudes in chairs, bed and floor. But, strange to relate, every pocket of every garment was turned inside out. Indeed, the whole place looked as if a cyclone or at least a well organized burglar raid had been there. “What’s the matter? Been robbed?” gasped Logan, gazing about. “O, cut that out,” as Mitchell strove to answer him with a heart-breaking wail from his instrument. “No, broke!” said the disconsolate one gruffly at last. “Tell you what, old man, we’re clean broke. Nothing but about forty-five cents between us and starvation, and a whole month before we get an allowance. I tell you, it’s enough to make me play worse than I do, ain’t it now, Willy?” “Well, what's the reason we’re broke, I’d like to know, eh?” shouted Logan. “What’s the reason? Ain’t it because jou pawned every decent thing we had, to bU3r Brown’s bull pup?” [Withering scorn.] Did Mitchell look properly quenched? Never. “Now Willy,” he said, “you know you wanted the pup yourself.” “Yes,” came reluctantly from Logan. “I suppose now we can sell the pup. Jim wants him.” “What? I’ll starve first,” snapped Mitchell throwing several pillows at his friend. “Then what shall we do? I might have known better than to let you take care of the money. If I starve now, my death be on your head!” This last somewhat damped Mitchell’s cork-like spirits. “Think of something,” he said diplomatically, “you’re always first rate at getting out of a hole.’’ “Can’t we borrow some money or get some that we’ve lent?” “Borrow,” sneered Mitchell. “Yes, borrow, when all the fellows are dead broke, too, Jimmie said he couldn’t pay his loan yet because he had to buy Miss Wills some candy. So there you are.” “Well, anybody that can play the cornet like you do, isn't fit for anything and I might have known it. 14— But I’ll help you out—and myself. O, by Jove! the cornet—the very thing!” and Logan shouted yrith laughter. “Old Thompson was over today and he said something about two of his orchestra fellows being sick, or dead or something. Now I’ll go over and see him, and find out if he won’t hire us. Isn’t that a fine idea?” “Us? Why you’re crazy. You don’t know how to play and you don’t expect me to do it all, do you?” “O, never mind a little thing like not knowing how to play. I suppose you’ve got sense enough to teach me, haven’t you.” At last, after a half hour or more had been spent in idle argument and recrimination, the twain sallied forth to find “Old Thompson.” Mr. Thompson was the leader of a rather feeble orchestra which played all incidental music for the various theatrical companies which came to town. He was very reluctant to hire the two boys, of course, for he knew them to be college mischief lovers. But his need was pressing and with a mental reservation to watch them closely, he hired them. The boys were elated. This promised to be the master piece of foolery. They notified all their friends of their success and were properly congratulated. —1 In the week that elapsed before their debut Logan was patiently, instructed in the art of music making, Of course he could not really play but as Thompson was rather deaf, what did one discordant sound, more or less, matter? Logan puffed out his cheeks, grew red in the face and in short gave a perfect imitation of a player. Oh, it was rare sport. The two boys, innocent looking as could be, would creep into their places. Then, screened from the conductor’s gaze they would make sundry grimaces at their admiring school-fellows. At last, however, the novelty wore off; and when first one and then another tempting social engagement offered itself, the bo}'S longed for freedom. So the irrepressible Mitchell conceived the idea of hiring a substitute. Some guileless under-graduate would be got to take the place of one of the boys. His cornet would be slyly filled with cotton and he would go through the motions of playing so as to deceive the most elect. Then Mitchell and Logan, one by his side, the other on pleasure bent would complacently draw their salaries on pay-day. On account of the director's infirmity, he suspected nothing. How could he, when always two pairs of innocent eyes met his and two cornets were played with vigor? It grew 15— to be a mark of special favor, a distinct honor, among the younger boys to substitute. And their admiring relatives and friends never heard the end of their breathless adventures in that capacity. But alas and alas! The thrice cursed catastrophe that proved their undoing! In a rush of social engagements Mitchell, whose evening off it was, installed his “sub” duly in place. But Logan unthinkingly (or was it purposely? it was never learned which) also procured an unsuspecting boy to take his place in “the band.” This particular week there had come to town a company a great deal better than any that had stopped for a long time. So Logan, who dearly loved a good performance, determined not to be cheated out of this one. The orchestra played in a box-like enclosure almost under the stage, thus rendering it impossible for its members to see the performance. When Substitute Number one, crawled into his place, he gazed curiously at his companion of the cornet. Number two, who did not know Mitchell very well, supposed this was he—or at least he thought that the other knew how to play. In one act of the drama, the direction had been given for a blare of trumpets—and this blare of trum- pets, was to be given by the two cornetists. Both substitutes had been told of this by their employers, but each depended on the other to do the “blaring.” The time approached, when suddenly Mitchell in a box looked across the house to a part}- that was just entering. He caught a wide-eyed glance from one of the crowd. Horror of horrors! it was Logan! The}’ both looked quickly at the orchestra where sat the luckless two, calmly awaiting their doom, and neither could play a note! In silent miser}’ Logan and Mitchell waited. The leader looked quickly at his henchmen, gave his three little officious taps for attention, and raised baton. “The queen approaches. Hark! the blare of trumpets!” sang out a herald. With cheeks puffed out, hands clutching instruments, faces fiery red, both substitutes blew furiously. For a moment there was a dead silence then suddenly through the cotton muff-lings came a sound long and loud like the wail of a lost soul. Oh! the agony of that moment! As that awful sound broke upon the stillness, the luckless two realized their ignominy. Throwing down their cornets they lied precipitiously down the little hatchway, far, far, into the night. 116- The bull-pup still reigns at Gaylord—his masters having recovered from their financial emharassment, and as he chews reflectively on a choice corner of the best rug, be ponders on the dreadful time when he so narrowly escaped a change of quarters. Georgia Dvorak. There came a sound like the wail of a lost soul.' 117 - Jo© Ellis Raymond G. Barnett Burnes Moore Willie Gill Thomas Scruggs Motto:—Nossumusomnis ludus. Ybll:—Magnum Caput! Magnum Caput! ! Rip! Rah!! Ree!!! We are “It!” We are “It” Yes! Sir!! Ree! !! OFFICERS. President. Ralph Morrison Vice-President. Ralph Freyschlag Secretary. Roscoe Fairbanks Potts MEMBERS. Dell Dutton Chris Lawlor James Austin Treasurer Errand Boy Tramp Edgar Lovejcy Edwin Dunlap Paul Kirtley Notick—All candidates for membership must wear a hat of number 8 size or over. -118- JUNIOR DEPARTMENT. €€€€ €€€€ €€€€ m S- ® Jenkins’ Objection. HE village of Benton consisted of only one store and four houses. Still the farmers of the vicinity made much use of its social accomodations. My story opens at this place on a sultry afternoon during the Indian summer after harvest time. On the elevated platform in front of the store were seated several farmers, lounging in the sunshine, seemingly too tired to talk. Finally, one of them raised his hand to his eyes and gazed intently down the smooth, white road. “'Pears to me as some ’un is comin,” he said. This attracted the attention of the others, who at once set to guessing who the traveler was. “Thet’s Pete Jenkins,” finally decided one. “I know thet yaller nag o’ his as well as I do my name.” The speaker was right. The man upon horse-back was no other than Peter F. Jenkins, the wealthiest fanner in Merrill county and the body and soul of the district board of education. School had been open but a month, and for the first time, a lad)’ teacher had been employed, much against the wishes, of Mr. Jenkins. He was, to use his own words, “not agin the woman but agin her way o’ doin’ what she pleased.” In his mind things had been going from bad to worse during the four weeks of school. And so, being a talkative man, his arrival was anxiously looked forward to by the store loungers. Slowly, with a swinging gait, the horse drew up to the platform. “How’dy gentlemen,” said Jenkins as he threw’ liy JENKINS. the lines over his mare’s head, and dismounted. “Fair on to middlin,” came the reply from one of the group. After tying his horse, the rider entered the store kept by Abe Maxwell, also a member of the school board. Those on the outside, anxious for gossip, were disappointed at what they considered the loss of so tempting a budget of news. They were, however, soon made happy for both Maxwell and Jenkins appeared at the door. “I’m agin it. I’m agin it from beginin’ to end,” the latter was saying. “Why, thet teacher is a havin’ my Sam, the Stunt’s boys, and a lot o’ the gals a dallyin’ around for thet show. When Sam gits home he goes out in the barn and waves his hands at the rafters and tells the cows about a Juliee or Julieet, or some sort of foolish name.” By this time the platform audience had become very interested and one of them ventured to ask, “What’s your city teacher doin’ now, Peter?” “Doin’? Doin’ everything she kin' to make good fer nuthin’ lazy critters out o’ our boys,” was his quick reply. “But,” he continued, “I’ll stop this palaverin’ —1 and get her back where she come from in jig time at the next meetin . I jest talked it ov«r with Max, here, and lie’s a goin’ ter help me. I guess I got some say around thet skule yet a while.” Mr. Jenkins’ anger increased as he talked, so by the time he had finished this last sentence, he had become too full for utterance. So he mounted his horse and turned towards home, leaving the group in front of the store wondering how far he would carry his threat. Miss Scott, the teacher, was a very determined young woman. Her last step in what she considered a movement to improve the school was perhaps a little too radical. She was attempting to give a scene from Romeo and Juliet, having the country boys and girls take the parts. Under the ruling of the school board no one could interfere with the teacher’s work except through that body at its regular meetings. Time sped on until the day before that on which the board met. There was upon this day only one thing in Mr. Jenkins mind which could be thought of besides his anger at the new turn of school affairs, and this was his wish for a certain roan trotter owned by Mr. Morris, another member of the board. Fear- 20- ing that his unsettled temper would make negotiations for this horse impossible on the following evening, he determined upon this night as the only time to see Morris. Putting on his boots, and placing a large roll of bills in his vest pocket, he went to the barn to mount his nag. Twilight was coming on when he started. The road before him stood out distinctly in its whiteness against the dark shadows of the trees along its edges. For some time he rode in silence, thinking first of-Morris and then of Miss Scott. Slowly above the tops of the pines rose the full autumn moon, throwing a deeper shadow around the trees. Here the road sloped down to a little creek, crossed by a ford. Just as his horse had passed the water, Jenkins was startled by a sudden voice. “Throw up yer hands,” came the muffled voice of a man, who grasped the horse by the bridle. 1 he experience was a novel one for Mr. Jenkins, and he as slow in complying. The appearance of two other men with revolvers, however, quickly changed his mind and he raised his hands above his head. The first man turned and led the horse and rider into the underbrush by the roadside. Once under cover they Throw up yer hands.” took him from the horse and gagged him. One of the men grasped Peter’s feet while another attempted to tie them. At this moment his “yaller” colt gave a loud whinny. 121 Then there broke upon the stillness a distant clattering: of hoofs. The men dropped their work, listened a moment, and, seizing: Mr. Jenkins’ hat and coat which they had removed, hurried into the woods. The sounds from the horse’s feet grew nearer and nearer until they finally came to a stop at the ford. Then it was that the “ yaller ” colt gave another long whinny and trotted out to the road. This act was followed by a pause, then between the crackling of the bushes a voice called out, “Mr. Jenkins! Oh, Mr. Jenkins, are you here?” The recent captive had risen to his shaky knees and was tugging away at the gag in his mouth. Just as the splash of the water told that the new comer was going on, he freed his mouth and called loudly, “Hey there. Here, wait a minnit.” Then he hastened to the roadside and there to his great astonishment sat Miss Scott on Mr. Morris’ roan trotter. “What in the world are you doing away out here without a coat and hat?” was her first question. Mr. Jenkins’ voice was a little unsteady, but he managed to tell of his capture and of how her timely arrival had saved his money if not his life. —12 After his story was ended he caught his colt and in company with Miss Scott started back home. “Hut what be ye doin’ on thet horse this time o’ night?” he asked after he had regained his composure. “Oh,” she answered, “I was just over to see Mrs. Morris today and her husband told me to take the horse for a week and try him.” “What!” cried Jenkins excitedly, “er, you a’ goin’ ter buy him?” “No, indeed,” she replied and added with a gay little touch, “I have not money enough to purchase one half as good as this one. At home I always rode, and Mr. Morris said that as I should—well, as I should be back and forth a great deal this week before the entertainment, I had better ride his horse.” Silence followed this speech and Peter Jenkins, the kind hearted, fought with Peter Jenkins, the determined for several minutes. Finally he cleared his throat and after several attempts to speak he said, “Er, er. Miss Scott, don’t say nothin’ about this doin’s to the boys. I guess I’ll go to Spencer tomorrow and see about sellin’ my hogs.” “Hut,” interjected Miss Scott, “tomorrow night the school board meets. Have you forgotten?” “No, I ain’t forgot it. But I guess they won’t miss me.” At this point Mr. Jenkins’ gate was reached and as he turned to enter the yard he said, “Ye kin use my buggy the night of thetshow of yourn, but don’t tell the boys long afore hand.” The loungers from Maxwell’s store were present in a body at the meeting of the school board on the following evening, and anxiously awaited the arrival of Mr. Jenkins. The latter did not appear and they learned that he had been forced to go to Spencer upon important business. So it was that no opposition was raised to Miss Scott’s entertainment. The following Friday arrived, and with it the evening of the show. Early the wagons began to coine to the little school house. The entire room was filled with old and young, eager to be amused by something besides a husking bee or quilting party. Just as the crude curtain rose above the roughly made stage, the door opened and Peter Jenkins slip- ped unnoticed into a seat in the darkest corner of the poorly lighted room. After numerous songs and recitations, the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet was given. The production would have brought convulsions of laughter to one acquainted with the play, but it made a deep impression upon this audience. As the curtain fell, Miss Scott stood up and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have one more number, but it is without a name. That I leave for you to give.” The curtain arose and in the center of the stage, executing a wild dance around a coat and hat over which hung the motto “In this sign we conquer,” were three men dressed as bandits. Suddenly the leader pulled off his mask and there stood young Jenkins. Peter Jenkins, the elder, looked dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, then taking his hat in his hand he quietly slipped out of the door saying, “Well, I’ll be gosh durned.” Will Carenck. In and About School -124- SOPHOMORE DEPARTMENT. The Power of a Dream. HE summer of 1864 found Philip Oden on a railroad train speeding through the interior of Georgia. It had been four years since he, though a southern gentleman, had left his home and friends against his wife's wishes to go North and join the Federal army, the army, which was then forging the thunder bolts used later to strike the fetters from the feet of the negro. The train was heavily loaded with Union soldiers, prisoners of war. The men sat upon a flat, open car, jammed and huddled together like cattle, exposed to the sun and rain. They had, however, plenty of air and water for which they were thankful and the rapid motion was so pleasant, that they would have enjoyed it, had it not been for the fact that they were being carried to Andersonville, a name, which of itself, sent a thrill of terror to the stoutest heart that beat beneath the soiled blue blouses. Sergeant Oden made up his mind to make an ef- fort for his freedom. There was only one man who knew his design. This man was an old tried friend, whom he loved and trusted. Watching his opportunity, when the guard’s attention was turned elsewhere, Philip, without looking at his comrade, whispered to him— “Bob, old boy, I am going to make a break for liberty. Will you risk—” He paused as the guard came nearer and was given a warning glance by Bob Burrell. After the sun went down, twilight softened and obscured the landscape. Soon a cool breeze sprang up which refreshed the weary soldiers who stood up, stretched their cramped limbs and turned their eyes toward the North Star—and home. Ah! at the thought of home and dear ones, tears welled down cheeks that never blanched before the foe, and bearded lips quivered at the remembrance of those left behind. Sergeant Oden was in a reckless, defiant mood and his thoughts were all centered on the desperate attempt he intended to make to recover his liberty. As the night wore on, most of the prisoners fell asleep, some in one position, some in another, half lying, sitting. An hour after midnight all was still with the exception of the drowsy “hum” and languid murmur that always pervades an aggregation of human beings. Philip Oden was wide awake, every sense alert, every nerve tense waiting for an opportunity to leap unseen from the flying train. At last, even the guard became somnolent and relaxed his vigilance. As he drowsily turned on his beat with his face toward the opposite end of the car, he little thought that he had just given a coveted chance to Philip Oden. Oden, quick to take advantage of this whispered to Bob Burrell—“God bless you, Bob—I’m going to liberty or death.” Burrell heard the faint whisper but before he could speak he saw in the darkness the outline of Oden’s figure as he straightened himself, flung his arms upward and sprang into the darkness to meet—what? Burrell shuddered as he pictured the lifeless body and colorless face that might now be lying beside the iron rails. Two or three soldiers, upon discovering Oden’s absence, turned and looked enquiringly at Burrell who whispered to them, “Move up, boys and fill his place so the rebs won’t miss him. He said he was going to liberty or death—God grant he may find the 126- first.” “Amen,” his comrades breathed, then they huddled together and kept silent. The guard, who had charge of the squad in which Burrell and Philip belonged, noticed the latter’s absence when the prisoners’ breakfast was served. “Whar’s yer pardner, Yank?” he asked glancing at Bob. “I don’t know,” answered Burrell. “Yer do know, yer know he’s skipped.” “Well, Johnny Reb, maybe he has, he don’t seem to be here.” “Blast my soul; I wonder ef he skipped over board while we wuz runnin’ twenty miles an hour. Ef he did hit’s no use los’in time huntin’ ’im, the poor devil must a bin killed ez soon ez he struck ther ’arth. But I’ll have ter report ’im missin’ ter ther officer in charge, and git a cussin’ fur lettin’ ’im go.” And what was Philip’s fate? When he made the perilous leap into darkness and space the shock so stunned him that he became unconscious. After awhile, recovering a little he raised himself in a dazed way and tried to stand; but he turned blind and dizzy for his right leg refused -12 to do its part. The effort he made to use it caused the most agonizing pain. He fell back exhausted. When morning came Philip was scarcely conscious; he would realize his condition and surroundings for a moment, then some movement would bring on the faintness and blindness and he would go back to the past. Home and wife would picture themselves on his dazed brain and become more real than the actual present. “Elinor! Elinor!” he would cry; then a moment of stupor and he would appeal to his wife again. As the country was thinly settled there was no one living near enough to hear his cries. At last a man came riding slowly along the highway. The word “Elinor” fell upon his ear, he started, looked hastily around and listened intently. Presently he heard the cry again. Then he dismounted, and guided by the voice he found the blue coated form lying beside the iron rail. He stooped over the prostrate man, and looked into the unseeing eyes. One instant he looked, then falling by Philip’s side cried— “Massa! Massa! isit you? Thank God! jou ain’t dead. The Lawd has heard my prayer and covered yo’ head in battle.” The man was Alfred, the negro slave, into whose care Philip had entrusted his wife, when he joined the Federal army. Alfred, receiving no answer, raised his master as gently as possible and placing him upon the horse, walked beside him, holding him firmly in the saddle. Luckily it was only half-a-mile to Dr. Lenox s plantation where Alfred was stopping with his mistress, Mrs. Oden, who being a niece of Dr. Lenox, was at this time a guest at his house. The early morning had given place to open daylight when Alfred reached the Lenox place. Everything was quiet, however, about the house and grounds. One or two lazy negroes were stirring about the cabins, but they did not see Alfred as he crept into the bam, staggering under his burden. LJp the stairway Alfred toiled and at last reached his bed which although covered with a coarse coverlet was sweet and clean. Laying his master gently down, he stood in anxious thought a few moments; then stealing softly from the room, he closed and locked the door behind him. By this time the household was astir and very soon the family assembled at breakfast. When Dr. Lenox had breakfasted he stepped out on the veranda to smoke his cigar. Alfred, seeing him there, ap- proached him and said respectfully, “Marse Richard, will you come to the stables befoh you go out, sir I think there is sompin wrong wif Hector (the colt.)” “Why yes, Alfred—I’ll go and see him right away, but if he’s ailing I think you can do more for him than I.” The doctor, saying this, walked toward the barn followed by Alfred. As soon as they were out of earshot of the house the negro said, “Marse Richard, though ‘Hector’ is all right this morning he had such a bad spell last night that I got a pass from Miss Elinor and weut to H---------to get some- thing to make him a drench. I got the medicine and started back. Just at daybreak I struck the railroad half-a-mile from here and then hearing a voice call ‘Elinor’I dismounted. Guided by the voice I soon found a blue coated sojer lying beside the track. I looked into his face and saw thas it was my master, Philip Oden.” “What! Elinor’s husband!” hurriedly exclaimed the doctor. “Yes, Marse Richard,” the negro answered. “Where is he?” “I brought him here and hid him in the stable loft where I sleep. I think he is badly hurt. Marse Richard, will you please come and see him?” Tears —128— rose to Alfred’s eyes and his voice had a tone of piteous entreaty. “Certainly I will see him and cure him too, if I can. Lead the way.” Alfred and the Doctor climbed up the rough stairway to the loft. Philip was in a stupor, breathing heavily. Dr. Lenox examined him, then turning to Alfred said, “His leg is broken, there is also a slight concussion of the brain Now, my man, get some bandages for we must attend to Philip’s injuries at once.” Although, Elinor Oden lived for weeks within a stone’s throw of her husband, she knew nothing of his presence, for Dr. Lenox had instructed Alfred to say very little regarding Philip for fear that the Confederate cavalry, which sometimes halted for a day or two in the vicinity, might hear of Philip's presence and recapture him. One day Mrs. Oden thought of her husband more constantly than usual. All day and far into the night his image filled her mind. In the dingy barn attic, at the same hour Philip lay thinking of her and wondering where she could be. This was the first hour that his brain had been entirely clear since his terrible leap. He had awakened out of a deep sleep, conscious and perplexed, by his surroundings. Alfred, who was sleeping-soundly upon a pallet in the corner of the room, had left the door a little ajar in order to give the sick man a current of pure air. He had intended closing and locking it, but sleep stole upon him and like a strong man pinioned his eyelids ere he was aware. While Alfred lay sleeping, the door softly opened and a white figure, gliding into the room, moved about as if in search for something or someone. Philip raised himself and asked faintly, “What do you want?” The apparition turned toward him and stretching out its arms, whispered back “I want my Philip.” Oden was now thoroughly excited, struggling to rise, he said, in a louder tone, “Who are you?” “Elinor,” breathed the figure as it glided to the bed, knelt down beside him and gazed at him with stony, unseeing eyes. “My God! is she dead, and this her spirit?” he almost shrieked. This awakened Alfred, who springing to his master’s side, bore him gently back upon the pillow’. Philip, though faint from the effort he had made, did not swoon as Alfred feared he would, so he heard the negro say very gently: “Miss Elinor! Mistis, wake up.” • With a sigh and a sudden catching of her breath, the stony look left her eyes, and Mrs. Oden looked around with amazement. “You're safe, Mistis,” said Alfred. “You have been walking in your sleep and have come up here. I reckon the light in the attic drew you to it.” “But who is this, Alfred?” “Elinor, don’t you know Philip?” breathed the sick man, as he raised his head and feebly stretched his arms toward her. “Oh, Philip! my husband,” sobbed the wife, as she knelt beside him, gently kissed his forehead and laid her cheek tenderly upon his wasted hand. Thus, by some unknown force, Elinor Oden was guided to the barn loft and there reunited to her hero husband. Horace Guffin. Struggling to rise, he said, ‘Who are you? ” —130— Run on the co-operative plan. This Institution makes a specialty of all cases of sickness resulting from fright caused by unprepared lessons, etc. In fact, we can handle anything that conies our way. All kinds of excuses swallowed and no questions asked. Our Motto is: Patience brings Patients. OFFICERS. Mrs. Geo. B. Wheeler, Mr. Patrick R. Coll, -Malielle Thornton, - Head of Girls’ Dep't. Head of Boys’ Dep’t. - Chronic Patient. Mabelle Thornton, Aileen Stevens, Kathleen Pague, Anna Hamilton, Julia Lewis, Cordelia Combs, PATIENTS. Daisy Kirk. Dorothea Mann, Katherine Howe. Roscoe Potts, Roy Russell, Thomas Scruggs, Diller Wood, Joseph Ellis, Ralph Freyschlag. Burton Hooker, Lloyd Morrow, Guy Moore. Noth: All patients must have nurses belonging to the union. Scab labor positively prohibited. 131— f FRESHMAN DEPARTMENT. S An Idle HE thatched huts of the town of Damoh had j been deserted. For in the hope of relief the inhabitants sought the sequestered spots ! along the banks of a shallow stream known as the Soune, whose inactive waters grew black and slimy as the night became dense. The late moon arose to gaze upon a restless, sleepless city whose sons were indeed martyrs to withstand these scourges of the tropical orient. Somewhat removed from the peopled portion of the city an old dilapidated hovel lay half tottering in an opening of tall, gaunt willow trees. In this rather antique abode, apart from the world, dwelt an old woman, decrepit, broken and bowed with the weight of age. The wrinkles of her black face disguised all vestige of expression. Her withered form seemed calloused to the ravenous heat of the hills. She gazed longingly through the thickening gloom far into the heart of the city, that lay torpid and dry Fanci). in the unchangeable, sultry atmosphere. Here and there a native trudged about, performing an obligatory errand or leading a beast of burden that seemingly sounded the accordant note in making the picture a harmonizing one of lazy inactivity, She did not seek in vain, for, plodding along as though defying the absolute monotony, a willowy, cornel}’ Indian lad of twenty summers approached the straw covered hut. Hut a look of profound concern settled over her anxious countenance, and her brow knitted itself into a deep V shape as she preceived two foreign officers immediately behind him. This young civilian, her son, was respected as an intelligent man of honored dignity whose integrity was self-assertive in his quiet demeanor, and whose reputation bore no stain. Honest, respected, even admired, he lived among the officers of his country’s conquerers. Perhaps it was this that startled his mother as two officers apparently guarded him, for never had an officer visited their miserable home and the affair bore a something of puzzling appearance. The native pushed open the low door, motioned the old woman to retire, and bowed slightly as the two entered. The old mother hesitatingly withdrew, but looked distrustfully back as the three seated themselves at a table. The extreme closeness of the place rendered the heat scarcely endurable, but the three men remained unconscious of their inconvenience. A deck of cards was taken from a shelf, counted, and examined by each player. Each bore toward the other a smouldering antipathy, and repugnance domineered the individuality of the participants. The officers looked knowingly at the boy as he reached in his bosom and drew out a stone, that sparkled in the flickering candle glare. The officers laid on the table piles of gold. The cut was made, and the cards of the initiative deal lay before each. By some previous agreement two were to win while the third one lost. All went serenely, even calmly. In silence each player watched his opponent, until a decisive moment had thrown the players into an uproar. A cry of anger rose from one of the officers. —133— • Removed from the city, an old dilapidated liovel lay. He sprang- from his seat, drew his revolver and fired, not once but thrice. His successful jet unfortunate opponent fell heavily, groaning and writhing in the throes of death. From his trembling hand fell the jewel. The assassin reached for it; and slipped from the suffocating hut now filled with the stifling smoke of the revolver and the piercing shrieks and groans of the wretch, that gasped and bled on the floor of bark. Fearful the boy gazed upon him, then upon the gold he had gained, but that now seemed as the accursed silver of Judas as it lay strewn before him. Appeared at the portal the old woman, stunned and surprised, ignorant of what had occurred, and little dreaming of the future complications of which her son stood in such imminent danger. Mad in the face of bitter disappointment, crazed with the sensation and excitement, the officer sounded broadcast the news of the murder. In a moment the camp was roused, the cry of vengeance, long and loud, ‘‘In silence each player watched his opponent. echoed through the valley. The dust arose in the streets, forming immense clouds as clattering horsemen rode madly through the city. From a peaceful, quiet camp it became a scene of fearful pandemonium. The moonlight illumined the streets, as, long after midnight the degraded captive marched into camp. Rough, grave cavalrymen led the march. Between long files of men and darkening crowds the 34 Indian walked solemn and alone. Immediately behind, a squad bore the body of the departed. A'single drum sounded. A blank fortnight had passed. The same sun rested on the same western slopes. Its last beams pervaded all parts of the helpless city with equal severity. And with shimmering glare the cloudless west submitted again to the inevitable. No native wandered here or yonder, for the inhabitants, without exception, stood gathered on a hill that towered above and lorded it over the surrounding valleys. It was a great tribunal, where every tongue read the condemnation, where every heart executed the sentence. There arose before them a gallows of crude, primitive construction. On the steps that led to eternity stood the Indian, tall, stolid, upright. His austere visage evinced but cool, stoic placidity. His hands were tied behind him. His breast naked to the beating sun. Thus he stood, silent in the fading, dying day. Rigidly bloodless remained hiscool, calm countenance. Tearless were those kind, expressive eyes. Motion- less that purpled lip. All looked on him—he on them —solicitous. Here friends were strangers in this sea of upturned faces. Pale, aghast, awe-stricken, I felt the frigidness of death, uncolored in its bare horror, undeterred in its cruel execution, enacting to its fullest degree its inflexible authority. But when defiantly met, how its terror shrinks, its pain fades and its horror disappears. From the multitude the grieved mother gazed with stupor. Solitary felt she as he felt. Alone did the pangs of comfortless destitution and depravity pierce her weak and bursting, yet loving heart. Earnestly did her soul seek the Almighty for a lone solace; but, alas; hell’s hour had come, and delay was at an end. Sickened, I turned away as the sun at last sank. The atmosphere grew dry. The very air seemed parched. The heat became unbearable. The silence for the moment was intense. While quietly stole a quivering zephyr, which dared whisper the fearful message—I awoke. Hal Donehue. Sept. 15. ‘‘Weeping-, wailing and gnashing of teeth.” Sept. 17. School. A Freshman is run over by Professor Coll. Oct. 1. Anti-Cigarette League started. Oct. 2. Anti-Cigarette League breaks up. Oct. 15. Cold weather. Dell Dutton hunts up his pawn ticket and redeems his overcoat. Oct. 20. Roy Bradbury goes out to Gladys house and loses his heart. Could not find it and had to go home without it. Nov. 5. Roscoe Fairbanks Potts, etc., etc., becomes possessed of the idea that he is a funny man. Starts out to prove it. Nov. 27. Bolena begins to have heart trouble. Doctor doesn’t know who is the cause. Nov. 30. Kirtley celebrates Hallowe’en. Meets Police Judge McAuley next day. Dec. 1. Blodgett gets a shave and a pair of shoes. Dec. 10. Lloyd Morrow thinks. Dec. 20. Roy Bradbury buys a box of candy as a Christmas present for Gladys. Later on decides that he needs it himself. Exit candy. Jan. 15. Harry Kendall decides to reform Central. Not at all pleased with present system. Jan. 20. Blodgett gets another shave. Unable to withstand the shock. Jan. 25. Potts goes to prayer meeting. Sick next day. Feb. 2. Lambdas have a quorum at their meeting. Decide to run Roscoe Fairbanks Potts for principal of the school. —136— Feb. 11. Burnes Moore elected secretary of the Platos. Begins to wear hat cocked on the side of his head. March 1. Glee Club organized. Boj's with good voices prohibited from membership. March 2. Ellis buys a copy of “ Mah Zulu Babe.” Begins mysterious rehearsals in his barn. Neighbors kick. March 6. Glee Club appears at St. Anthony Baby Bazaar. Audience exit by fire-escape. Police called. March 8. Platos have an election. No one hurt. March 10. Morrow thinks. Symptoms of brain fever noticed. March 12. Kussell recites in English literature without making a mistake. His father cautions him against overwork. March 28. “Girls Issue of the Luminary comes out. Maude happy. March 29. Platos give their farce. Bradbury and Hogsett become very affectionate toward each other. April 4. Burnes Moore and James Austin decide to rush Helena. Ed Dunlap becomes “ weal angwy. April 15. Senior election held. Potts turns ward-heeler. Kendall recites his little speech, but suddenly finds out that he is not a senior. Retires in disgrace. April 16. All frat members wear two six shooters and a bowie knife till elections are over. Prof. White does not step outside his office for fear of being assassinated. April 26. C. L. C. give their farce. Pay a great compliment to Platos by imitating “ Plato, His Book.” May 5. Some Freshmen caught playing hide-and-seek in the lockers. May 10. Glee Club appears in Assembly Hall. Mrs. Voorhees faints. Mr. White loses a collar button. May 16. “Annual” comes out. Hogsett and Bradbury sent to the Insane Asylum at St. Joe. May 20. Fred Pugsley buys a new five cent pipe. May 30. Graduation. Seniors look “just too lovely for anything.” May 31. Class Day. The school astonished at the array of talent (?). Tears at departure. Amen. 17- Central Red Book NAMK. CHIRK CHARACTERISTIC. CHIRK FAULT. CHIRK ATTAINMENT. PRINCIPAL OCCUPATION. AIM IN I.IKK. Burnes Moore Mouth Mouth Secretary of Platos... Politician. Roscoe Potts Feet Too numerous to mention Sport. Lloyd Morrow Frozen Smile Graduation Some one to love him To run the school.. To be IT Getting votes Walking the halls Strutting Tramp. None in sight. To be an orator. Dime Museum Specimen. Fashion Plate. To be important. Raymond G. Barnett. Dr-r-ramatic Magnum Caput.. “Willie” Gill Weight Singing Dell Dutton Loud Those Clothes. To keep in style Going out to Bolena's Keeping his “twou sahs” pressed. Burton Hooker Fuunv (?) Nonentity Charles Edwards Stvlish Too stylish Paul Kirtlev. Bossv. Lazy Holding a chair down Dude. Policeman. Maude Neal Dazzlingly Brilliant Wants to run the Philos Prize Essav Posing Woman’8 rights advocate. To “rush” the girls. Pharris Martin All about equal Center Rush Joe Ellis. Enlarged M e d u 11 a Oblongata His voice James Austin Sissv Effeminacv Babe ” Gaining notoriety Primping Smoking “that pipe” Vaudeville artist. Tc marry. Human chimney. Fred Pugsley Awkward “That pipe” Anna Olive Oburn Attractive Has Will H. on her staff Founder of the “Walker Flop ”. Ewing Walker Unreliable .. Looking pretty. A society belle. Roy Bradbury Comedian (?) Mushv Changing frats Trotting to Gladys' Working the Phi Lambdas To settle down. End minstrel man. Harry Kendall Big at the mouth Two-faced Justice of the Peace. -138— I WANT COLUMN. | (Advertisments inserted in this column at the rate of one cent a line, payable in advance. Big returns obtained.) Wanted Some notoriety, cheap or otherwise. Apply to Dell Dutton. Wanted Something to kick about. Anything will do. Burnes V. Moore. Buyer Wanted For my latest.patent, the celebrated “Walker Flop.” Will enable you to change your opinions at will without any pangs of conscience. Have used it myself. Never fails. Admirably fitted for elections of all kinds. Apply to Ewing Walker. A Buyer Wanted - For the best collection of ponies on the market Everything from Cicero to Caesar interlinears. Apply before the end of school to Roscoe Fairbanks Potts. Wanted -A private secretary to take down my campaign speeches. Must be an expert in taking fast dictations. Apply to Harry Kendall. Wanted -By thePlatos, some fair elections. A first class razor and razor-strop wanted. Also some shaving soap. Laurence Blodgett. Wanted -An engagement with some theatrical company. Anything from light comedy to heavies. Raymond G. Barnett, actor. Wanted -By the C. L. C., some originality. Apply to Kenneth Keebler. Wanted -By the Glee Club, some good, reliable young man with an all round voice, to act as understudy. Wanted By the high school janitors, rest. Wanted Some one to love, by Lloyd Morrow. All applications addressed to me personally shall be regarded as strictly confidential Wanted -By the Philos, somebody to take Maude’s place next year. Situation Wanted - By a capable young man. Am a first class tailor’s helper. Dell Dutton. Wanted -By Roscoe Fairbanks Potts, enough energy to last through the summer. Apply soon, as I am slowly wasting away from overwork! ?). Wanted —Some first-class school spirit by Central High School. Apply between now and the beginning of next year. 130— Genius Old and New. £ f«K (C(CCC:CCCCC C€ €€€€€€€6€€€t€ tt6€€€U same I’ve made a find.” HE light of the full moon transformed the rippling waters o f the bay into shimmering gold. The drowsy charm of the June night had laid its impress upon the two young men who were lounging comfortably on the decks of a handsome yacht, mystically white beneath the moon’s clear rays. “I say, Masters,” came from the depths of one of the hammocks swung across the deck, “where have you been all day?” “Oh, just knocking around, trying to find something to look at.” “Did you find anything?” “Well, rather,” came slowly between cigarette puffs. “I’ve run across a Murillo Madonna.” ‘‘The devil you have,” was Dick Bryson's polite retort. “Well, you’re an artist and I am not, but just the “You’ve slipped up this time, old man,” declared Dick emphatically, “because the original canvas was burned during the French revolution. Why, man alive, it would be worth a cool two hundred thousand if it were in existence.” Will squinted at the moon, and silently blew smoke for fully two minutes. Then he lounged out of the hammock and pulled himself to his feet with a yawn. “Well, there’s no use in trying to tell you about it. You can see for yourself, and if I lose out, I guess I can stand for the drinks,” and Will started leisurely for the cabin. “Hold on there, old man,” called Dick. “Where is this wonderful canvas you’re so dead sure about?” “Why, right here in Naples; to be more specific, it's in a collection belonging to an old guy of a prince, Garnaldo, I believe his name is.” “Well, I hate to take you seriously,” said Dick. “I wish you were right, but if you are, there are about a million artists more or less, including yours truly, who are wrong. Can we go there tomorrow?” “Why, surely,” said Will. “In the meantime you’d better follow my example and turn in. If you are as sleepy as I am, you won’t worry yourself about -HO- original Murillo Madonnas or anything else.” But Dick didn't find it so easy to get to sleep as did his friend. “Here we are,” at length said Will next morn-ingafter leading his friend through a maze of crooked streets, past queer smelling markets, and threading a careful path through miscellaneous aggregations of dogs and children. “Hm, not very promising,” commented Dick, as he dubiously regarded the outlines of what had once been a handsome structure of gray stone, but which wore an air of decidedly shabby gentility. “How do we get in?” he added. “Well, not by standing here,” said Will. “This old fellow has an entire collection that isn't half bad, and lots of Knglishtnen and Americans come here to see it. They tell me he has a prejudice against Frenchmen and Germans. If he hadn’t, somebody would have found the Madonna long ago.” Will lead the way through a paved passageway into a court, one side of which was flooded with the morning sunlight. An old servant was basking in the warmth like a very large and ugly lizard. “Here, Luigi,” said Will, pushing a coin towards the old fellow, “I want to show my friend the pictures.” Going through a lofty entrance hall they found themselves in an immense square room, its walls hung with faded tapestries, its gilded furniture dull and di- lapidated. Everything- revealed poverty dire and mournful—everything except the remarkable canvases which adorned the walls. There were many pictures well worth studying, but Dick saw only one of them, and that one made him catch his breath. Drawing nearer, he scrutinized it carefully. Surely this could not be a real Murillo. He looked again; none but a master’s hand could have thus portrayed that wonderful look of motherhood in the sweet oval face of the Madonna, none but a master's hand could have produced that faint mystical coloring so warm and beautiful and yet so elusive. “Will,” he exclaimed, “this is a Murillo, I am sure of it.” “So,” said my friend, who had been watching him quietly, “so you really have found out that I know' something about art, after all, haven't you. Tell me, do you want it?” “Want it!” Dick's face said a great many things that his tongue evidently couldn’t. “Well, my dear boy,” said Will,” you know the power of the almighty dollar. The old prince may not be so incorruptible as you might think. I can w'ork him all right if you can devise some way of disguising the picture in case we should be discovered taking it away.” “That's easy enough. All I’ll have to do is to get a little varnish,cover the picture with a good coat, paint a little landscape on it, and presto! there you are. Not a soul will know but that it's the latest ef- 41 — fort of your humble servant. Then when I get back home all I’ll have to do is to wash off the varnish, and behold! there is my Madonna as beautiful as ever. “Say, that's a fine idea, old boy. Now do you know I never could have thought of that. What do you say to our getting announced to the old prince now, and seeing if we can buy the picture. There's that old servant. Let’s send in our cards.” Yes the prince would see them, and they followed the servant up one broad flight of marble stairs, and found themselves in a dim octagonal room, its walls lined with books. Seated at the table, pouring over a huge work was an old man, his long white hair falling over his bowed shoulders. As the servant announced the visitors, he turned and eyed them sharply over his gold spectacles. “Be seated, sirs,” he said with a courteous wave of his hand. “May I ask what business you have with me?” “Have I the honor of addressing Prince Gar-naldo?” asked Masters, secretly wondering what manner of prince this could be. —14 “Gennaro Arnavolio, Prince Garnaldo,” corrected the old man with a faint touch of pride in his voice. “Well sir,’ began Masters, “my friend here wants very much to purchase one of your paintings, a Murillo Madonna. Now he is willing to give you—” “I can’t sell you the picture at any price, ’ interrupted the old man. “It is a masterpiece as you have discovered, and you know what our Italian law is in regard to disposing of such works.” “But my dear sir, my friend is an artist, and can easily fix the picture so it could not possibly be recognized,” interjected Will. “Of course we are not going to stay here, and we won’t get you into any trouble.” The old man hesitated thoughtfully. “That isn’t the only thing,’ he continued. “The painting belongs to my granddaughter, Margherita. You would have to secure her consent before you could attempt anything of that sort, anyhow.” “Could we see the young lady?’’ suggested Bryson. “Perhaps we might be able to persuade her.” “It would do no harm to call her,” said Garnaldo. She shall come. Here, Luigi, go tell your mistress to come to the library.” 2— Surely no more attracts ve picture was ever framed than that which the open doorway soon presented to their gaze. They saw a figure charm i n g1 y piquant in its girlishn ess; there was something al-m os t luminous in the oval face and the wonderful dark eyes. To Dick Bryson she was a dainty model which made him long for his canvas and brushes. To Will, she was a woman, and somehow she impressed him in a way strangely different from the women of his metropolitan world. There was interest and wonder in her glance, but the little chin was resolute. No, she would not sell the picture. It had been her mother’s until death, and so it should be hers. No form of logic could move her, and the young men left decidedly gloomy —1 over the prospect of securing the much coveted canvas. “Well,’ said Will, as they started for the wharf, “we have just one loop-hole left. They invited us to come back and see the picture as often as we please. Perhaps we may yet find a way to secure possession of it.” In the days that followed, the home of the old prince appeared to have a persistent fascination for both the friends. They wanted to see the Madonna again and }’et again. But Will had to inwardly acknowledge, and Dick could not but perceive, that for one of them nature had provided a more attractive object than the work of a masterhand of past centuries. Dick was true enough to the canvas, and it seemed to him that he discovered new beauties in it with each passing hour. But Will found a steadily increasing magnetism in a certain shady corner where he discovered new surprises daily in the rippling laughter and varying moods of the winsome little Italian. And so it came about that the son of a New York millionaire and the granddaughter of a Italian prince of ancient lineage each found the other quite indispensable. Of course it would be quite unlike a real romance for everything to work out without any hitches at all, and this little tale is no exception. Will very soon found that he had a thorn in the flesh with which he had to contend in the person of a young Italian who had a very comfortable fortune to go with his good looks. It would be unreasonable to 43— expect him to take kindly to Will's attentions to the girl he had picked out for himself, and it can hardly be said that he accepted the American's lengthening-visits with very good grace. “Will,” said Dick one morning, “there’s no use talking, we have got to make a decisive movement very soon. If you keep coming here, young Denelli is going to get your scalp. If he ever persuades the old man to stop our coming, we're both out of it.” “Yes,” said Will, “I guess you have it sized up just about right. But what in thunder are we going to do about it?” “Well,” replied Dick, “there's one thing sure, the picture doesn’t leave the place without the girl. Now tell me straight, do you really want to marry her and take her home to the folks?” “You’ve got a pretty good eye, old man, ’ said Will. “That’s just exactly what I do want to do if I can figure out how.” “Well then,’’said Dick. “Listen. You know that big garden party affair that we're invited to to-mor-night? Well, supposing two certain young men, and a young woman, and a certain Madonna went out for a little moonlight spin on the bay; and supposing they ran over to Scalae. The launch can do it in thirty-five minutes, and I think a certain priest might be notified in the meantime to expect some visitors.” “Yes, but suppose some one should discover that we had a Murillo on its way out of the country? What do you suppose would happen to the old prince? You know lie’s the guardian of the picture as well as if its owner.” ‘'Why, that’s easy enough,” replied Dick. “We'll disguise it in the way we first talked about. I’ll varnish it and cover it with a landscape daub, and there you are.” The picture was not the only obstacle. It is a far cry from Naples to New York, but Margherita loved the young American with all the ardor of her deep-tinted blood, and her faith secured a consent for the hasty marriage across the bay. There was much mirth and melody in the handsome gardens of the American legation that Thursday evening; the soft breeze bore fragrant incense from the rich blossoms and foliage. There seemed to be but one drawback to the carefully laid plan, and that was the persistent manner in which young Denelli attached himself to Margherita. Nine-thirty came, the hour at which Dick was to go for the disguised Madonna, and meet his friends a quarter of an hour later at the pier. “How in the world are you going to get her away?” he whispered to Will. “Nevermind old boy, you run along; I’ll manage it somehow.” The minutes passed and no opening came. “I’ve got to take him along,” he groaned inwardly, “and get rid of him somehow.” Would the young people go for a moonlight ride on the bay? Margherita assented and her companion had no option but to accept. The launch contained a very impatient young man when the trio reached it, but he gave no outward sign of his surprise, though he whistled under his breath when he saw the unexpected guest. Straight out towards the harbor’s mouth they passed. Then their course was suddenly deflected, and the trim vessel circled near the shining sands once more. “Look out,’’ said Denelli, “dont get in too close, its very shallow here.” “How deep do you suppose it is?” asked Will. “Less than four feet right where we are,” was Denelli’s answer. “Well, I’m very sory, dont you know, said Will, “but I’ve really got to know just how deep it is, and I'll have to ask you to find out. ’ There was a sudden —1 whirling- in mid-air of the harmonious black and white of evening dress, and an echoing splash. As Will glanced again after giving a quick direction to the engineer, he saw a misty figure endeavoring to wade out of reach of the light breakers, and clinging tightly to what had once been a handsome silk hat. Perhaps Marglierita’s eyes followed the doleful figure as it picked its way to dry ground. But Dick certainly saw nothing of the comedy beyond the first act. When Will looked his way again, he was staring soulfullv at an impressionist landscape in green and yellow. Mary E. Pepper. Notice.—Owing to lack of time and space, we have been compelled to omit a large part of this story. W. S. H. 45— First Coon — “Dat Miss John sin sho don know nuthinV Second Coon —“What bring you to dat declusion? ” First Coon — “I took huh to de church suppah, las night, an’ w’en de waitah sez w’at’ll yo take?’ I sez it’s immaterial, an' Miss Johnsin, she lipped in an’ sed she’d take de same wid mustard on it.” UP-TO-DATE. DEI.I. DUTTON AT TWELFTH AND OLIVE. IIE serious young: men and reverend old gentlemen who spoke in chapel exercises at Fullerton’s Female Seminary al-ways lauded in chosen metaphors and well-rounded figures, high ideals and high aspirations to the young ladies of that excellent institution. Some giggled over notes or frivolously admired the curl of the earnest young man's hair; others, mindful of the teacher a few feet distant, listened with praiseworthy attention until opportunity was given for some infraction of the rules, but one girl drank in the words of those eloquent speakers and under their inspiring influence determined to wrest the crown of honor and glory from the world. There w’ere two reasons why it was quite ridiculous for Laura to have made up her mind to this task. Only ugly, clever women or poor, ambitious girls need think of such things. In this case the pretty girl is at a great disadvantage, for the ugly, clever woman is not distracted by offers of marriage, and the poor, ambitious girl has to work hard to keep from starving. In the contest for success it is only that absorption in the task that excludes everything else, and hard work that gains the prize. Now Laura was neither ugly nor poor. She had large blue eyes that were particularly pretty when she smiled, and her father exhibited fat pigs and prize cattle in the fairs of even the two next counties. His name often appeared in the local paper on the occasions of his trips to the city, and he had served a term in the State Senate. Laura, however, had a liking for higher things than blue-ribbon stock, and wished for a fame which should reach even the farthest boundaries of authorship. As yet she had never attempted any writing save that which lay in the regular school course, but certainly any one who could produce such delicious little scraps of literature as to so arouse the unbounded enthusiasm and admiration of the Fullerton young ladies would find no trouble in securing the public attention for her more ambitious efforts. Often in imagination could she see her neighbors reading her stories and essays in the magazines, herself known and —147— honored, and perhaps—who could tell?—writing- a book. To simple people there is something- awe-inspiring about the man who has written a book, no matter if it is an almanac, or if but ten copies were sold, and those to the author for distribution among his friends. Laura was quite unsophisticated and unspoiled, but her eves were very blue and friendly when she smiled, and she had a delightful dimple in her rounded cheek. That was what Jim Lane saw—trust a man for that—and for that very reason fell quite in love with her. But he was considerably awed by the revelation of her aspirations, which Laura confided to him one evening as they were returning from church. Jim had never dreamed of writing a story in his life, and was much more concerned in the state of his pretty bay mare or the outlook of his apple crop than in transcendentalism or theories of life. “I know I’m not good enough nor smart enough, Laura, but I love you very dearly,” he said. “You mustn’t talk that way, Jim. Of course you are clever, but don’t you see? I don’t want to give up my work when I hope that I can do so much. I want to work so hard and have people know me and all the folks to be proud.” “But, Laura, if you married me you could go on with your work just the same—I would never interfere the least bit. You'd have just as much time and I’d be very happy; so it wouldn’t matter to you at all.” “O, yes, it wouid, Jitn. A woman can’t ever do anything of the kind after she is married, and besides, it wouldn’t be right. My work might come in between us and then both of us would be unhappy.” “But if you should fail? If they wouldn’t buy your pieces?” he asked pleadingly. “It couldn't be any different then. If I failed I wouldn't want to take you just because I couldn’t get the other. You would always remember it. Besides, I mean to devote my whole life to my work, so surely I won’t fail.” She watched him wistfully as he walked away. She noted with pride how broad his shoulders were and how well he carried himself. After all he cared a great deal for her and it would be very stupid without him. Three days later Laura gave herself a little shake. “If you are ever going to do anything I really believe you had better be doing it,” she said briskly, so as a good beginning she sharpened a lead pencil with a very long point and took her writing materials out under the trees. But before she was comfortably settled she saw a rose on her pet bush, so she had to run and pluck it, and then just beyond a branch of the honej'suckle vine was dead and had to be cut away. “Now, I am really going to begin,” she said, with a little pucker between her eyebrows, when these weighty acts were finished. At the end of a half hour two lines had been written and Laura’s hands lay idly in her lap. 18- “Oh, dear, it was never this hard at school. Mr. Fullerton would just give us our subject and after reading about it I could write so easily. Hut I don't think of a thing.” After a pause—“Isn’t Jim the dearest old goose? He said he loved me.” At last a story was finished, after how many trials and tribulations Laura alone could tell. With great anxiety did she post the letter and with greater anxiety did she wait for the answer. How excited she was when the hired man came from town, how eager she was to know each mail time, with what a Hush of shame and little gasp of disappointment did she one day receive the identical manuscript that she had sent away! “O, well, of course, the first time. That happens to all writers, for years and years, sometimes. I’m not a bit discouraged and I shall try again at once. How glad I am that that Jim is not coming around bothering me. I shall have all the time I want. But isn’t it strange that he has never come to see me since?” she said in her queer little habit of talking to herself. So an essay was tried next and sent away to an unappreciative editor. I.AURA. —14 In the course of events Laura bought a new hat— a very pretty hat, all lined with pink mull; a hat in which she expected to conquer all the masculine hearts that should be gathered together in the little church on Sunday. Laura, with secret self-satisfaction, could tell the glances that were bestowed upon the new hat and its pretty wearer, but, strange to relate, Jim was with another girl, and after service he scarcely spoke to her as he walked down the narrow aisle, nor did he cast one glance of admiration at the new pink bonnet, but—oh—oh—he put the girl in the smart buggy behind the fast mare, a place that no one save Laura had ever filled. “Well,” said Laura comprehensively, and walked home with quite a preoccupied air. “Well, of all things,” she said with a stamp of her foot as she threw the new hat on the bed, never caring that it fell upside down and that the roses were burying their pink faces in the counterpane, “I hate that hat! I don’t see why I ever got it. She—(did she mean the hat?) “is as ugly as she can be; her eyes are certainly crooked.” Surely she didn't mean the hat. Hats haven’t got crooked eyes, or eyes of any kind, for that matter. “O, of course it don’t make any difference to me. I don't care, only one hates to see a man so fickle. It spoils one’s ideals about him. Not, (loftily,) that I ever had any ideals about Jim Lane, for I hadn’t. I’m glad I told him what I did. A woman should have some higher aim in life than marrying. [9— A woman should develop herself, she should—oh, bother! I'm sure the sun made my head ache and that makes me feel—like—crying-. Six weeks later, well towards the close of an early September afternoon, Laura sat on the larg-e, cool veranda, looking across the already yellow lields of grain to the hills beyond. Very sweet and cool she herself looked, but just a little tired, just a little sad, from her arduous literary labors, no doubt. The sky was very blue and the air fragrant and mellow, with that peculiar haze that comes no other time of the year. The leaves rustled in the light breeze and threw wavering patches of shade on the long grass. Laura was so preoccupied that she did not notice the approach of a man behind her and so startled was she at the sound of a well known voice that she sprang from her chair with a little scream. “Jim!’ she cried, all her resolutions about hauteur and coldness forgotten at the sight of that frank, sun-browned face. “Good afternoon, I want to see your father, if he is at home. “O, he—he isn’t here but won t you sit down? ’ asked Laura, her face pink as a rose. “Well, it is dreadfully hot, as if he had just made that discovery, “and I believe I will. Kitty brought me over in seven minutes—pretty good time, that. ’ “Yes, but aren’t you afraid to drive so fast in such hot weather? For awhile they talked of trivial things, until at last a complete silence fell upon them. Laura racked her brain desperately for something to say and Jim sat watching her in a cool, composed way that was maddening. Suddenly he leaned forward and grasped the arm of her chair. “Laura, I didn’t come to see your father, and you know it; I want to see}'OU, and I want you to reconsider what you said.” “What I said? Why, what--------” Laura broke down in confusion. “I love you more than I can say, but what I say I mean, he replied, earnestl} . “Won’t you think again what you said about having to choose between your work and me?” (After a pause.) “I have been very miserable the last six weeks. I couldn’t wait an} longer.” “Yes, you seemed to be very miserable ; so absorbed in misery that you couldn't even look at my new hat. Miss Springer would be glad to hear you— 1 “Hang Miss Springer! devoutly. “She certainly isn't so very prettv,” said Laura, thoughtfully. “She is hideous,” he agreed promptly. “Hut, Jim, I meant what I said about—about the other. A woman should use all her talents, and I believe I can do something if I only keep at it. And it would be too mortifying to give up now. Hut it is such hard work—and it is disappointing to get back 150— a piece that you have put your whole soul in,” said Laura, with a little catch in her voice. “IIow many was it, dear?” asked Jim, sympathetically. “Fourteen.” “Poor child. Nevermind, dear. Better luck next time.” “O, I couldn’t stop, now, you see. I’ve sent away the best thin I ever wrote and I’ve got all my hopes pinned upon it. Pm looking for an answer every day. I can’t decide anything till I get it.” “But, Laura,n Jim objected. “No, I can’t decide until I g-et it.” “Then I understand,” Jim said angrily, “that if your piece is accepted you throw me over? If you take me it is not because you care for me, but because you can’t have what you want in your work.” “Here’s a letter, Miss Laura. I just got back from town,” said the hired man at the door. Laura ran forward with a cry of joy, but Jim interposed and took the letter himself. l “Listen, Laura,” he said gravely, so gravel}' that Laura stopped impressed by his determined air. “It’s the last time I shall ask you. Will you marry me?” “Give me my letter,” said Laura. “Wait a moment, answer me before you see the letter. Judge with both possibilities in view, but it’s for the last time.” “My work. “I love you, Jim said simply. “Listen, Jim , said Laura seriously. “The letter can’t make any difference to me. I have been thinking the last six weeks and I know that authorship is not for me. And no matter what success might come I could not be happy without your love. No— wait a minute. Give me my letter.” She tore it open with trembling fingers and a disappointed look passed over her face. Then she let the letter drop heedlessly to the floor. “The same as usual,” she said with a little shrug-“But it is all right, a reconsidered aspiration is much better than the original.” Maude II. Neal. W. W. Herl ert Findlay Theodore Frank Roy Fridley Frank H. Fried berg Julius Frischer Ralph Waldo Hill E. Burton Hocker. Will S. flogsett • Paul E. iloopes • William Brunig Howard James P. Hughes Kenneth Keebler Joseph Wheeler Kenton Julian Kerneckel Harvey Kinney James H. Austin Paul S. Baker Verne Bantleon Raymond G. Barnett Lewis Bitting Chas. M. Black mar Laurence G. Blodgett Royall D. Bradbury Edwin B. Bridges Chas. Bru nn Ward Bvers James K. Christopher Clifford Churchill Oliver D. Claflin Alto Eugene Davis Arthur Dew Wallace T. Dowpjng Win. W. Duke Hart Duncan Frank Egelhoff Evan G. Eldridge Webb S. Ellifrit James Daniel Ellis Joseph Roy Ellis Geo. F. Farrah Lowell Fillmore Harry B. Lamorenx Ned O. Lewis Wesley II. Loomis G. Edgar Lovejoy Paul Lux -152— THE SENIORS. —153— Geo. D. Lvddon Walter G.'Marshall Hunter L. Martin Daniel Win. Matthaei Richard Justin McCarty, J Geo. McGrew Owen McNulty Arthur Miller-Fritz Jos. MoenighotT Burnes V. Moore Guy B. Moore • Ralph E. Morrison Oliver S. Newman Leslie J. O’Brien Wilson Lee Overall Burrell V. Peacock Roscoe F. Potts Samuel H. Robinson Tom Scruggs Herbert R. Seddon Moses Silverman Eb Washer W. Allen Way man Fred White Ernest U. Winegarden Harry Wolfe Oilier C. Wood Max Zacharias Celia Abernathy Roberta Adkins Julia Elizabeth Aldrich Adda Myrtle Andrews Elizabeth McLeod Bacon Ella Anna Baehr-Lillian Julia Ball Ruth M. Barnes Helen Bartle Hilda Baum Malinde Baumgardt Mathilda Beattie Florence E. Bellemere Marjorie Benton Cora Berkey Evelyn M. Brady Stella Branham Ivy Bowman Mary Brigham Hazel Brown Ma Belle Brown Gertrude A. Brueser Clara R. Bungardt Alice H. Bunz Lura M. Bushev Nellie Carkener Lucile Carter Edith Clark Margarett Helen Clark Myra E. Oolgan Harriett L. Coon Mattie M Couch-Ethel V. Creasy Grace Dalton Elida Drotts Birdie Dunne Georgia Dvorak Mary Edwards Henrietta W Ehrke Edith Emery Bessie Englander May Evans Estel I. Evilsizer Cora F. M. Farrar Mabel Felton Elsa Field Myrtle Filkin Mabel L. Flanery Lucia O Ford Hattie Fradenburg Dorothy Franck Julia R. Freeman Grace Garner Irene A. Gilchrist Nellie C.Gillespie Florence Gobble Pearle Goodman Jessie 8t. Clair Graham Jane Gray Joanna Marie Grosse Mary Dolores Hackett Mabel Hadden Fay Hale Ruby Earle Hardin Mabel Clair Hark less Nannie V. Harris Lillian Helm Mabel Hicks Georgina M. Hill Alice E. Hillis May Hinsen Marie Hollis Jessamine Holmes Helen Marie Hoover Sue Jackman Eulah Jackson Florence James Mary Eleanor Johnson Cornelia Ketcham Louise Knight Estella T. Lain Myrtle G. Larson Gola Lemmon Clara Edna Lewis Dorothea Mann Alice Marksbury Eva Maruu is Mary F. Maxson Helen McCarty Elizabeth S. McDonald Grace Rowntree McDonald Dora Monahan May Olive Monahan Blanche A. Moore Irene Josephine Moore A lie Mary Morton Elizabeth Morton Mary D. Moss Sophronia Muehlbach' Etnel Annie Mutiny Lucille A. Mullett Florence A. Munson Ethel L. Murphy Ethel Murray May Adeline Murray Maude II. Neal Edith Romaine Neale Marietta W. Neff Marie Anna Neubauer Matilda Newman Josephine Nichoalds Minnie E. Nylund Ressie E. O'Blenis Olive Oburn Lillian May Olson Bessie II. Packard Mary E Pepper Mary Walton Peters Queenie H. Peters 1C4- -155- Margaret Philbrook Lillian M. Pierson llortense Pigg Winona Esther Pope Vera Powell Emma Randall Adelaide Randolph Trilla Reed Lena Reese Carrie D. Rockefeller Flossie Rohrer Mary B. Roseberry Maude L. Rowe Pearl Russell Sarah Virginia Ryland Letha Sauerland Edith Madeline Scholey Mabel S. Sqott Maybell Seelye Edie Mae Setzler Julia Brown Shiilito Bessie Lee Shoudv Beth Sill Grace E. Sinclair Carrie Skinner Claire Bell Smith Edna Smith Leah Snoddy The commencement excercises for the Central High School will be held in the Auditorium Theater, Tuesday afternoon, May 28. at 2:30. No outside talent will be employed for the program, which is to consist of original essays, orations, and declamations, chosen by competition. The music will be furnished by the music classes of the High School under Mrs. Voorhees, and by the Central Glee Club. Highest honors have l een won this year by Miss Flora Wolfson, who will deliver the valedictory address. Miss Joyce Richardson ranks second, and will give the salutatory. Next in order among the ten highest are the following: Miss Bessie Shoudv, Miss Helen Thornes, Miss Bessie Packard. Miss Irene Gilchrist, Mr. W. Allen Wavwan. Miss Henrietta Ehrke, Miss Adda Myrtle Andrews, and Mr. Will S. Hogsett. These form the class eligible for the highest honors, having completed four full years’ work in Central High School. The following eleven pupils have been neither al sent nor tardy during the entire course: Messrs. Laurence Blodgett, Frank Egelhoff, Theodore Frank, and Owen McNulty, among the boys: and Misses Lura Bushey, Ruby Erie Hardin, Eva Vivien Lois Springer Ettie May Stevenson Georgia Stewart Gertrude Stewart Eula B. Stoke I v Mary Storm Gertrude Taylor Nellie Thayer Helen Seibert Thornes Florence P. Walker Edna Laura Wanamaker May Washington Gladys Waters Nellie G. Waterston Stella E. Weimer Laura L. Welhener Mary Minteer White Cora H. Wilcox Nellie Williams Edna Wilson Harriet Wilson Margaret W. Winslow Mary O. Winslow Onie Win trod Flora J. Wolfson Ada Wood Alice Yocum Edith Virginia Young Marauis, Trilla Heed, Carrie G. Rockefeller, Julia Shillito. and Pearl Russell among the girls. In addition to these, four pupils have never been absent,— Mr. Ernest U. Winegarden, and Misses Gola Lemmon, Dora Monahan, and Hortense Pigg. The list of those who have never been tardy is as follows: Messrs. Verne H. Bantleon, Chas Blaekmar, James Chris topher, Webb S. Ellifrit, Herbert R. Seddon, W. Allen Wav man, and Sam Robinson. Misses Adda Myrtle Andrews, Elizabeth M. Bacon, Hilda Bauin, Malinda Baumgardt, Mathilda Beattie, Florence E. Bellemere, Marjorie Benton, Gertrude Brueser, Clara Rylaud Bungardt, Harriet L. Coon. Mattie Couch, Ethel V. Creasy, Elida Drotts, Henrietta Ebrke, Estel Evilsizer. Hattie Fraden burg, Irene A. Gilchrist, Florence Gobble, Mary Hackett, Georgina M. Hill. Marie Hollis, Sue A. Jackman. Ethel Mullay. Ethel Murray, Marie Neubauer, Flossie Rohrer, Sarah Virginia Ryland, Georgia Stewart, Mary A. Storm, Laura L. Welhener, Edith Virginia Young, Carrie Skinner, and Joanna Marie Grosse. 156- The only attraction for Will Hogsett now seems to be the “Girl with the Oburn hair.” The Glee Club wishes that, in singing, Joe Ellis would B natural. Nellie Carkener is often caught by her friends playing softly on her piano, “The Cat Came Back.” It used to be, “Bring Back My Bonnie to Me.” The report goes around that Ralph Freyschlag and James Austin will form a partnership, calling it “The Amalgamated Order of Porch-climbers.” The capital stock is made up of two step-ladders and a burglar’s jimmy. When the hot summer days come, and you are wishing for something to take that dry, choking sensation from your throat, just drop in at Love’s Drug Store, 924 Walnut street, and get one of those glasses of good, cold sodawater. The latest invention is the celebrated “Walker Flop.” Ask Ewing Walker all about it. This is a translation heard in Mr. Minekwitz’s 5th hour class:— “And the majestic Will(ow) bowed low to the pretty Olive.” Ask Roy how he taught a certain young lady the fraternity whistle. Will Hogsett has sold the copyright on his “Etiquette for Stags” to Mr. Laurence Blodgett, who will revise it and add to it some things found out by himself through his long experience. Lloyd says he taught a certain young lady the fraternity grip the other day in only five minutes! That’s a pretty long time, Lloyd. -15 Che finest fountain in the City •Choicest Confections «An tlflant, Cozy Room for theatre $ Afternoon Parties Lovejoy : “The warmth of genial courtesy. The calm of self-reliance.” If you are looking for the best drug store in the city, go to Love’s, 9 24 Walnut St. He has a fine line of goods, as well as a swell, first class soda fountain, where the best of refreshments may be found at reasonable prices. Miss Hamilton wants it distinctly understood that her first name is Anna, not Annie. Now that Burnes Moore is no longer secretary of the Platos, we hope that he will wear that hat straight on his head. What about a junior party this year? 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Olive Oburn: “Busily engaged, they say.” Mary Johnson: “She moves a goddess and she looks a queen.” Barnett: He hath a stern look but a gentle heart.” CORRECT STYLES CLARK FOR YOUNG MEN. y06 Main .it. “9he flatter.” JOHN FRAZER, merchant tailor. 15 East 10th Street, KANSAS CITY, MO. L. E. MILLER, FRATERNITY, CLASS and SOCIETY PINS. Manufacturer Jfine Jewelry. 1022 MAIN STREET, Up Stairs. KANSAS CITY, MO. For a QUICK LUNCH go to E. BELLEMERE, • . Dealer in .. Groceries and Provisions. 5 E. Corner 12th and Locust Streets. New type EW PRESSES EW METHODS . . . HAVE ALL CONSPIRED TO RENDER Standard Printing Co. OF KANSAS CITY X standard printing company indeed. 119 WEST EIGHTH ST. Eatabllished 1895. Incorporated 1901. {Bibo Does Vour Clashing? RUBBER NECK FINISH ON COLLARS at the FAULTLESS faultless laundry Company TELEPHONE 1M8 Bo Ransom, Manager. 1726-28 WALNUT ST. feiler Band and ®rcbestra Modern Music Makers” :: for (parades. Concerts, Dancing parties, Germans, (Receptions, £tc. DEAD SWELL DOMESTIC LAUNDRY WORK at the Faultless Headquarters: Oviatt Shoe Co., 1105 Main Street Telephone 558 TO THINK ABOUT RE you perfectly satisfied when you go shopping, that you know YOUR STORE? Do you feel confident that no merchandise will be offered to you that is not UP TO STANDARD? Do you feel sure that all mistakes will be righted without any unpleasantness to you? If you do. you’re all right. If you don’t, you want to know DOGGETT'S. The one thing beyond all else, that this store is aiming for just now is TO SO THOROUGHLY SATISFY a customer that ONCE a friend shall mean ALWAYS a friend to the house. We know that the only foundation upon which to build this satisfaction is to furnish you with the BEST OF MERCHANDISE AT A SMALL MARGIN OF PROFIT, to serve you courteously and honorably; and to make our store a comfortable and attractive shopping point. We’re doing it right along and as a natural consequence we're growing BROAD and STRONG in public favor — doubling our business as the days go by- SEE OUR NEW WELL-MADE FURNITURE. We have received over a thousand pieces of Furniture the past month, ami guarantee our prices are the lowest and all our furniture well made. If you are thinking about furniture take a few extra minutes and see what we nre showing and our prices before vou decide on your purchase.— Fifth floor About Your Goods Clip this out and keep for reference. We are making every effort to make perfect our delivery system, and will count it a kindness if you will report any delay in the delivery of your goods. All goods purchased l efore 1 o'clock will be delivered the same day. All goods purchased before 4:� 0 will be delivered the same day unless they go beyond a two-mile radiua. In which case they will be delivered before noon the next day. All goods purchased after 1:80 will be delivered the next forenoon. DOGGETT DRY GOODS COMPANY i ii ¥ ¥ ? ¥ A VITAL SUBJECT. II? are utmost astounded when we read of the vast amount of life insurance that is carried by the citizens of this country, and sec the tong string of figures required to represent it. There'was a time when the man who carried life insurance was considered as being peculiar or exceptional, but now, the man who docs not insure his life is so regarded. The life insurance business is rapidly developing into a profession, and some minds go so far as to rank it with the Pulpit and the Bar. Certain it is. that the business is constant l becoming more highly considered, and at the same time ennobling those -who are engaged in it; gradually rooting out the dishonest, the incompetent, and the undeserving. .Is a result of this movement the subject of life insurance is being brought more prominently than ever before, to the attention of wage earners and capitalists who desire to protect them selves, their heirs and their estates. It is calling into the ranks of workers, young men of greater ability, and stronger purpose, and I do not know of an occupation requiring no greater amount of capital, -which holds out so much promise of reward', as the life insurance business. It presents an attractive opening for young men -with energy, ambition, persistency, and a firmly fixed purpose to 'succeed. r¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ HERE IS A CHANCE for a wide-awake young man to secure a COMPETENCY in a dean, legitimate and honorable PROFE SSI 0 N consult me —quick. I EAT PURITY CANDIES cA(one so Good . CMade Only by PURITY CANDY KITCHEN 1025 Main St. KANSAS CITY 5J6 E. 12th St. :: THE SUMMER SESSION OF THE IHLLENBKCK SCHOOL OF ORATORY WILL OPEN JUNE 5, 1901 :: :: :: WRITE FOR SPECIAL CIRCULAR. PRESTON K. DILL UN HECK. Director Hil2 1014 WALNUT STREET mr$. Jackson’s Book Store Northeast Corner Twelfth and Locust Streets YOU CAN FIND ALL KINDS OF HIGH SCHOOL BOOKS AND SUPPLIES. AI.L TEXT BOOKS FOR Tmf CENTRAL HIGH. MANUAL TRAINING AND WARD « SCHOOLS jgf ) Wa 1 k=Ove r Shoes For Men—. $3.50 and $4.00 All Sizes. All Styles HUBBARD’S 1 005 Main St. Elsie Gilham: “A most gentle maid.” Bessie Packard: “Learn to read slow: all other graces will follow in their proper places.” Bradbury: “ 'Tis such a serious thing—to be a young man.” Madge Buckner: “A little bud of loveliness that never should grow older.” If you think you can drop in at any little old corner drug store and be satisfied with what you buy, you are very much mistaken, because nothing but a first-class up-to-date store can fur nish the best goods at low prices; and Love's Drug Store, 924 Walnut St., is first-class in every particular. He can satisfy you when all others fail. Ellis: “A minister—but still a man.”—Pope. Another Fable: Is not This a Pleasant looking Girl? What a sweet Smile she Has. How smoothly she speaks. But run away little children, for she is a Gusher. She will spend your Money with the glad hand, and then cut you Dead. So Brush by, wise one- Brush by ! We pity him from the bottom of our hearts but Diller Wood. There is only one place in town to get perfect satisfaction when it comes to buying or selling books, and that place is B. (Hick's 710 Main St. He carries the best line in the ci y, and the prices are reasonable. The following is dedicated to Roy Bradbury:— They sat on the porch at midnight, And were having lots of fun Her papa came down the stairway, Soon Roy was on the run. l Cornish’s lpbotos ARE “NATURAL AS LIFE” STUDIO : 1017 WALNUT STREET THE NAME “HARWOOD” Ask for a ‘ Harwood. Take no Other. On a Guitar or Mandolin is a guarantee of excellence and an assurance of satisfaction. Harwoods'-arc made in our Kansas City factory-made as perfect as twentieth century knowledge and methods and finest materials combined can produce—made so good we guarantee them unreservedly for five years. :: : J. W. JENKINS’ SONS MUSIC CO.. Manufacturers. 921-922 MAIN ST. REM EMBER You Can (let a Cold Glass ol Fine f As Well as Aoything in The Way of SODA WATER | ::: CANDIES::: At THE ATHENS CANDY CO. :: 114 Ea t Twelfth Street Hogan: “An' phwy diet you noime yer furst boy, Pathrick?” Mahooney: ‘Partly fur St. Pathrick who druv the shnakes out uf Oirland, and partly fur Pathrick O’Hooligan who druv the Raypoob-licans out uf the Sixt’ Ward.” ■