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

Text from Pages 1 - 178 of the 1907 volume:

The Centralian Volume IX Edited By The Luminary Staff of Nineteen Hundred Six and Seven Central High School Kansas City, Mo. Greetings BUT few words are needed to renew your acquaintance with the Centralian, now in its ninth volume. We invite your fair-minded criticism of the following pages with the reminder, however, that you were our co-workers in their production. If together we have bound in “blue and white pictures dear to all of us, memories of the jolly good times of ’06 and ’07, and samples of our earnest endeavors in our studies, if, in short, we have portrayed in this annual the teeming life at Central, then we can happily say that we have fulfilled our mission. With the dedication of this book to all loyal Central students and teachers, our year's work is finished. We thank you each for your strong help, both intellectually and financially. It is the hope of each editor on the staff that you will find something of personal interest on every page. THE BOARD OF ED CLYDE INSLEY BLANCHARD, ’07 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF DEPARTMENT EDITORS GALE G. GOSSETT. 08 English FRANK N. HARPER. 07 HAROLD K. HILLGARDNER. '08 Foreign Language, ELIZABETH JACK, ’07 ROWENA CAMPBELL. 09 - - History and Gvics LOTTIE MONROE. 07 ATHLETIC EDITOR ROBERT L. MEHORNAY. 07 LOCAL EDITORS MAYME ROBERTS. 07 RUTH VAN DOREN. 08 EDNA B. OAKLEY. 08 BUSINESS DEPARTMENT HOMER H. BERGER. 07 DUDLEY C. MONK. 07 ITORS Science Mathematics - Art DWIGHT H. MUCKLEY. 08 VERNON C. PAGE. 07 BOARD OF FACULTY ADVISERS E. MARGARET STRAUCHON H. H. HOLMES F. N. PETERS THE CENTRALIAN EDITORS IN SEARCH OF MATERIAL CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVEN WE SENIORS WHERE WE LIVE AND WHAT WE THINK OF EACH ABERNATHY, FRANCES. 3641 Troost Ave. ACKERM A N, FLORENCE, 3331 Harrison St. ALSTON. MARY. 1827 East 7th St. AN DR I ST. ALICE. 1533 East nth St. ASCII MAN. GRACE. 1825 Washington Ave. AVERY, JENNIE. 2617 Lawndale Ave. BAIRD, AINTA, 2414 East 23rd St. BAUM, ALYCE. 2949 Park Ave. RI MM ERM AN. EDNA. 337 Brooklyn Ave. BLANTON. KATHLEEN, 3219 East 10th St. BLOCK, EDNA. 1313 Campbell St She had a good word for all. Slenderly fashioned. she had a bewitching little smile. Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown. Seldom is such quietness found. A little Jenny Wren. Her eyes tcere always asking questions. Vanity Fair. She mixed music with her thoughts. Her bright face bespoke intelligence. A block of rich ore. BLYTHE, BESSIE. 1820 Penn St. BOLAND, MARY. 2938 Michigan Ave. BOLSHAN. MARY. 1317 Garfield Ave. BOND, KATHRYN. 524 Park Ave. BRADBURY. MABEL. 1100 Bales Ave. BRADSHAW. EUGENIA. 3540 Troost Ave. BROW X. M ERCEDES, 1736 East 31st St. BRUNCK. I.ELIA, 1332 College Ave. BUM BARGER. LENA. 2937 Baltimore Ave. CLARK, HELEN. 3234 St. John Ave. CIIESNEY. CLARA. 2701 Lin wood Blvd. OTHER So debonair. Of modest grace. She excelled in everything. Tall and dark and good to look upon. A joke she made of everything. She icas tired of books. It’s spring where she resides. A proud one. An open face 1 vith heart as true. As airy and blithe as a bird. A merry heart that laughs at care. WE SENIOR CLINE, BETHENIA, 3501 Thompson Ave. CONNELL, LOUISE, 2208 Troost Ave. DAEGG, BIRDELLA, 2832 Bclleview Ave. DONOVAN, NETTIE, 414 Bellefontainc Ave. EDIE, MYRL, 1008 Charlotte St. ENZ, HELENA. 511 East 13th St. EVANS. LETTIE. 921 Campbell St. FISHER. FLORENCE, 1203 West 20th St- FLINT, HELEN, 218 Brooklyn Ave. FOX, MARION, 501 Wabash Ave. GARNER, FAY, 3411 Euclid Ave. GARROTT, MARY. 2022 Montgall St. GEARY, BERTHA. 2724 Brooklyn Ave. GILBREATH, EUGENIA, 3230 Broadway. GLEASON, JULIA, 3327 Baltimore Ave. HANKS, ELSIE, 528 Bellefontainc Ave. HARBAUGH, MARGUERITE, 5861 East nth St. HARRIS. MARGARET, 2941 Baltimore Ave. Very wise was she. Her beauty hangs upon the cheeks of night. A pensive, thoughtful maid. Her look was pensive. A dainty, dainty maiden of degree. Her eyes smiled. A seeker after knowledge. A little maid, but wondrous wise. 0 With curls so gay. One of those deep ones. A black-eyed Susan. A timid child. She wrote many notes unto her sisters. She moved like siceet music. She laughed and smiled and laughed again. She can talk with her eyes. Well could she write a poem. And she was fair. S — Continued HEARN, NADINE. 1015 Jefferson St. HENDEE, ALICE, 1803 East 31st St. HILL, BEATRICE, 412 West 17th St. HIMBURG, CORNELIA, 2808 Wabash Ave. HOLLINGSWORTH. KATHLEEN, 3214 East iotli St- HOLSINGER, ALICE, 3418 Roberts St. IRISH, GLADYS, 3231 East 9th St. JACK, ELIZABETH, 614 West 35th St. JACKSON, OLA, 1901 East 9th St. JAMES, AIM EE, 313 Maple St. JENKINS. IIAZEL, 1603 Midland Court. JENNENS, ETHEL, 2636 East 10th St. JUSTUS, PEARL, 523 Forest Ave. KAPY, ETHEL, 3215 Campbell St. KREUGER, IRENE, 900 Olive St. LEACH, SARAH, 1233 Harrison St. LEITCH, MARY, 3312 Campbell St. LENGE, ANNIE, 1306 Hinot St. Her coiffure how wonderfully contrived. How she could whisper. She. was always in a hurry. A diplomatic lass. A bright presence. Absent xchen not tardy. Her flaxen hair of sunny hue curled closely 'round her bonnet blue. Opinions had she none could change. A little coquette. A little woodland thrush. Her heart is young. Her ready blush is charming to behold. Quiet and demure. Her accent was peculiar. Our lily maid. Her ready smile of sympathy won many friends. A face remarkable for placid cheerfulness. She had a twinkle in her eye. WE SENIORS LINDSAY. WILL A, 2304 Norton St. LOGAN, LYLE. 1313 Olive St- MARTIN. EUGENIA. 1518 East 31st St. McCAHON. I ONE, 3632 Troost Avc. McGINNIS. MARY. 1220 Benton Blvd. McLEAN. HELEN. 3132 Wabash Avc. MONROE. LOTTIE. 3231 East 6th St. MONSER. MAIZIE. 2634 Agnes Avc. MOORE. HAZEL, 2424 Olive St. MURRAY. BELLE, 3117 Washington Avc. OHARA. MARA, 1825 Holly St. PEPPERS. EDITH. 54 East 32nd St. PETTI JOHN, BONITA. 1310 Tracy Ave. PHELPS. LILIAN. 730 Lydia Ave POWELL. LUCIE. 1107 East 36th St. PYE, EMMA, 5301 East 15th St. PYPES, ANNIE, 2621 East 9th St- RADFORD, BERNICE. 3421 Paseo. With silent discourse she did show attention. Those eyes of blue. A March wind. A'o one did write she knows nfit of. Fat and fair, tho’ not forty. Always talking, talking, talking. Fill wel sche sang. Of excuses all compact. A modest violet. Well could she write a story or a poem. As gay as swaying daffodils. What's in a name? A countenance filled with sunshine. Her mind full of fact. she only turned her head to listen. She has a still, small voice. There is a friendliness in her eye. An American princess. REICH ENECKER, ELIZABETH, 3227 East 10th St. Her price is far above rubies. REYNOLDS, LUCY. 3437 Michigan Ave- A gentle presence. REYNOLDS. MATTIE. 2133A Summit St. An obliging girl. ROBERTS, MAYME, 4129 Charlotte St. A “petite,” demure mamselle. RO B ERTSO N. VIRGINI A, 124 Linwood Blvd. Dignified in manner, fair in face, learned in books. ROBINSON. HELEN, She loved to defer the task. Norwood Sta. Independence. ROMM ELL, IRENE, She studied fashion’s fancies. 4409 Campbell St. RUSSELL, GRACE, 712 Prospect Avc. She never said a foolish word. SEALY, EDYTH, 2329 East 9th St. SINGLETON, ROBY. 1105 East 15th St. From her great height, she looks down upon us. A comely maid. SMITH. MARGUERITE, 3701 Baltimore Ave. A smooth and steadfast mind. SPALDING. JEANETTE, 2535 Benton Blvd- As quiet as is a mouse. STAMP. ETHYL, 22 East 32nd St. As light-hearted as a daisy. STORIE, MONTIE. 2300 Highland Avc. She was a busy little woman. STROTHER, BESSIE, 3129 Benton Blvd. She loved a controversy. SWOFFORD, ETHEL, 1840 Pendleton Ave. With dignity amazing. TALBOT. MARY. 500 Askew Ave. A stern law-giver. TAYLOR. BERNICE. 4704 Rock Hill Road. Her eyes hide when she laughs. WE SENIOR TAYLOR, MILDRED, 2305 East 19th St. TEGELER, MARGARET, 4340 Campbell St. THOMAS, IVA, 1312 East 23rd St. TRIGG, GLADYS, 3316 Flora Ave. TROUP, JEANETTE, 414 Park Ave. VAN DEUSEN. MARGARET, 2001 East 7th St. WALKER. MAY, 715 Gladstone Bird. WELLS. KATHERINE, 4013 Baltimore Ave. WELSH. HALSEY, 1026 Norton St. WHERRITT, LOU BELLE, 1332 Monroe St. WILHITE, SHELTON, 3042 Grand Ave- WINGERT, FLORENCE, 3230 East nth St. WINSLOW. EDITH, 2905 Charlotte St. WOLFE. LILLIAN, 733 Lydia Ave. ANDERSON, HOMER. 2705 East 12th St. BARMON, HAROLD. 1610 Harrison St. BEALS, DAVID T.. 2506 Independence Ave. BELLOWS. WARREN, 1810 East 31st St. She is both reserved and witty. She was never in a hurry. Still waters run deep. Xow here, now there, now pone. She was not fond of books. A cute one. Kitidlincss is her chief virtue. And very wise was she. She has a voice like sweet music. Not one word spake she more than was needed. Well could she draw with pencil and with pen. From childhood addicted to study. She was a dreamer of dreams. An airy, fairy Lilian. The Candy Kid.” Sober he seemed and very strangely sad. He'll look young till forty. A youth, light-hearted and content. S — Continued BERGER, HOMER, 610 North 9th St., K. C., K- BLANCHARD, CLYDE I., 800 Kensington Ave. BONTECOU, RUSSELL, 1705 Jefferson St. ♦RASHER, GEORGE, 2230 Prospect Ave. BROWN, HARRY E., 3511 Michigan Ave. BROWN, ROBERT. 1625 East 36th St. BRUCKMILLER. FRED. 2029 Belleview Ave. BRYANT, VAUGHN. 3025 Flora Ave. CECIL, BYRON, 3115 Flora Ave. CHENEY. IRWIN, 1822 Summit St. CLARK, EDGAR, 3234 St. John Ave. EPSTEIN. PHILIP, 1607 Forest Ave- FARNEY, EDGAR, 2 Wabash Ave. FISHMAN, WILLIAM. 820 Penn St. FLYNN, ROSSI, 3339 Charlotte St. FRANCK. GEORGE, 3035 Flora Ave. FRIEDMAN, MOE. 1918 Montgall Ave. GAINES, MARTIN. 3209 Main St. Of (lebative mood and temper, he. He seemed busier than he was. He had a dimple when he smiled. He kept his eyes glued to his desk. A good fellow. Our sweet singer. The bronze adorned his breast. Sherlock Holmes the Second. Extremely quiet for one of his age. The law-giver. Study never claimed him for her own. A tall man, by heavens! His serious mein doth hide whatever he doth know. Full of strange ideas. His accommodations make up for his procrastinations. Xot often disturbed. 4. hearty mannered youth. The glass of fashion. WE SENIOR GASCOIGNE, HENRY, 1632 Belleview Avc. GOLDMAN, GEORGE. 1306 Garfield Avc. HALL, HOWARD, 423 Maple AvC. HARPER, FRANK, 3348 Highland Avc- HOLMES, LESTER. 1216 Prospect Ave. HOLMES, ROY, 1106 East Missouri Ave. HUCKE, CLARENCE, 1217 Armour Blvd. KANE, PEARCE, 802 West 16th St. LAUGH LIN, KENDALL, 3730 Central St. LEITCH, WILLIAM, 3312 Campbell St LOVE, HOMER, 3110 Olive St. McCurdy, george, 316 Garfield Ave. MARKEY, JOHN, 1311 West 39th St. MAYBURY, WILL, 3312 Campbell St. McCUBBIN, ROY, 1625 Jackson Ave. McMILLEN, ROBERT. 505 Brighton Ave. MEHORNAY, ROBERT, 2710 Olive St. Peaceful Henry. Whose calling was to toss the ball. A parlous boy. Please go 'way and let me sleep. His gorgeous neckties did our eyes attract. And of his portc as meke as is a mayde. He stood on one foot when reciting. A Daniel come to judgment. His reasons he spake ful sot-emnpne. A happy smile that ne’er came off 'cept when the faculty was near. He liked to lease. He overcometh difficulties. Sometimes called Jack. Hushes would come to him unawares. He had many friends among the girls. A studious lad. Popularity has not turned his head. S Continued MILLS, RAYMOND, 1106 Olive St. MITCHELL, JOSEPH, 622% Charlotte St. MONK, DUDLEY, Tishimingo, Okla. PAGE, VERNON, 4013 Campbell St. PARKER, JOHN. 3246 Highland Ave. PINKERTON, PAUL, 345 Gladstone Blvd. REDMON, JAMES, 703 East 14th St. REED, HOMER, JR., 73rd and Troost Ave. RICHARDS, HAROLD, 2310 Harrison St. SAUNDERS, PAUL, 2327 Troost Ave. SHAFER. HOWARD, 1728 McGee St. SPEAS, VICTOR, 1028 Summit St. STEIN, ARTHUR, 2019 Harrison St. STILWELL, ROY, 1017 East 16th St. THOMPSON. ELBERT, 3031 Flora Ave. WEEKS, FRED, 1527 Olive St. YOUNG, NATHAN, 1741 Jefferson St- To be learned is to be wise. .4. dark horse. His slightest gesture throics us into attention. He knew all the tailors' arts. He knew how to dodge many things. He sighed and looked. How he could lead the rooters! He. loved society. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Never silent for five minutes. li Here today, gone tomorrow. He uses the Victor Excnsograph. A youth, jolly and witty. Let Monday be my holiday. His face is like a benediction. A conscientious student. He made excuses plausible. Now, John, he heard his teacher say, “I’ll give you only one more day To learn these rules on punctuation And show, in a letter, their application.” Rut Johnny, sitting sullen at home That night, did nothing but scowl and groan: “Aw, what’s the use to study rule On what is known by any fool?” And thinking thus, the epistle began. Dear teacher I hope,” and so on. it ran. With less regard for any rule Than we’d expect from any fool He wrote, and wrote, until at last His head was nodding, eyes closed fast. But suddenly he gave a start; He sat up staring, lips apart, For there, around on every side, Were horrid phantoms from which to hide. And mocking fingers, and angry cries, ’Til poor John, cowering, hid his eyes. “Away with him!” “Down with him!” “Vengeance!” they yell, And on him rush in mass pell-mell. “Have mercy! Mercy!” shrieks poor John. “What wrong to you can I have done?” They checked their rush, and said the first: “My name is Comma. And thou durst Omit me in direct address? In compound sentences oppress? Thou dost ignore my right to go With elements inverted? Ho! Thou bar me from a clause—and live — That’s non-restrictive, adjective?” A mocking laugh rang through the air. And hardly had its sound died there. When John's last hope of peace was stolen By these stern words from Semicolon “Since thou’st forbidden me to stand Between chief clauses for ‘but’ or ‘and,’ Also before ‘thus,’ ‘namely,’ ‘as,’ Thou’lt suffer worse than man e’er has. The boy felt frozen stiff with terror. And realized another error, When Colon leant with frightful leer: Grasped him; hissed into nis car. John woke, and, in the phantom’s place. He saw his mother’s kindly face; He felt her touch upon his arm, And knew he had escaped from harm. Yet knew within his heart of hearts That he would have to do his part. To know more than the average fool, By learning each appointed rule. -G. G. G. THE BOARD OF EDUCATION OFFICERS JOS. L NORMAN - President J. C. JAMES - Vice-President E. F. SWINNEY - - Treasuser W. E. BENSON - - Secretary MEMBERS 15 JOS. L. NORMAN J. C. JAMES F. A. FAXON J. S. HARRISON MILTON MOORE HALE H. COOK J. M. GREENWOOD, Superintendent G. B. LONGAN and F. D. THARPE, Assistants THE FACULTY ENGLISH Mr. Smith Mr. W. W. Douglass Miss Bain Miss Rosenberger Miss Whipple Miss Crowe Miss Fox Mr. Bonnifield Miss Wolfson Miss Creager Miss Strauchon HISTORY AND CIVICS Mr. Lewis Mr. Rush Mr. White Miss Burrill Miss Denton Mr. Blocher MATHEMATICS MODERN LANGUAGES Mr. Holmes Mr. Toulon Mr. Luby Mrs. Steinberg Miss Buck Mr. Bennett Miss Magerle Mr. Femplin Miss Curtis ANCIENT LANGUAGES Miss Morey Mr. Gordon Mr. A. E. Douglass Miss Adams Miss Harriman Miss Morgan Mr. Blocher Miss vonUnwerth Miss W'hipple Mrs. Clarke Miss Craeger Mr. Hernandez SCIENCE Mr. Peters Mr. Ayres Mr. Wright Mr. Haller Mr. Nowlin Mr. Graves Mr. Cameron ARTS Mrs. Voorhees Mr. de Mare Miss Crowder Mr. Dillenbeck Mr. Hamilton Miss Blatchiey CENTRAL. HIGH SCHOOL, KANSAS CITY. MISSOURI A TRIBUTE T I. You stand near the crest of the bluff; and below it The muddy Missouri swirls ruthless and free. Behind you the hills gently slope to the valley Where once rolled the Kaw on its way to the sea. II. Four swift years have passed us and left deep soul-tracings Since timid, yet eager, we entered thy halls. Each day brought its knowledge of life’s dross and life’s treasures Which lightly we culled o’er within thy dear walls. III. Days when the signal bell sounded its warning To mix in the chatter in hallways, on stairs; Days when our friends and our schoolmates around us Had like tasks, diversions, and youth’s wilful cares. IV. Now at the end of our course we arc pausing Yet a moment, to ponder what strength we have won; What power you’ve given; what light you’ve thrown o’er us; What knowledge of deeds which earth’s noblest have done. O CENTRAL 17 V. Just as one near who looks up at thy steeple Which silent and massive points to guerdon and crown; He feels not its strength and he grasps not its message As might one afar who peers over the town. VI. So will each if he tries while he’s with you to reckon How greatly thy power has strengthened his mind. Think of classroom routine and the labor of lessons And but lightly appraise, ’till thou'rt left far behind. VII. A moment wc pause from our work to salute you; To write you on leaving one last farewell line; To say that one rose in the garden of memory Will, dear old Central, forever be thine. VIII. All soon we shall enter the trial of life’s morning. Our steps toward life’s noon and the sunset beyond : Our thoughts on life’s promise, our hopes in its triumphs Yet bearing away with us memories fond. — Bkatkicf Hill, ’07. „ovciw£2 —— %9 •QtW fa iw0 I ' fluKMtfc1 PLEASANT MEMOFIE5 EDITORIAL . '08 ii A T College in twelve weeks.” So think seventy per cent of our senior class. “Think” is putting it IX mildly. All verbs applied to mental activity ranging from “think to “dream. might be used to describe the atmosphere pervading the haunts of the seniors. The thought of college opens various futures to the students. All realize that the time for foolish play has passed. Thev are rather glad of it, too, for all are anxious to be found in the front ranks, fighting the business or political battles of life. A clean page, a fresh beginning awaits them in college. 1 he encourage-ing, optimistic spirit of Central goes with them. Everything tends to help them reach the height of their ambitions. In a broad sense the moment of their life has come. The opportunity to so fit themselves for it as to exclude all possibilities of failure waits to be grasped by the foretop. May the class of i ;o7 get hold of it firmly, so that Central will be honored by the results. A review of Central’s activities during this school year forcibly proves to all that her power, recognized bv the highest educational institutions, is upheld and strengthened almost wholly by the Literary Societies. Their prevailing spirit of ambitious advancement has led them to compete where the students of ordinary High Schools would be intimidated by the high qualifications necessary. This intellectual boldness has won for Central many surprising and gratifying victories. That one most worthy of note was the awarding of the second prize in the Shanklin contest to Dwight H. Muckley, a Junior, and member of the Central Webster Club. His historical essay on Argentina, judged with others written by college students all over the state of Missouri, had in it that quality of boldness of thought fostered in our societies, which raised it to a level with college work. In another state contest, a club boy at Central, Fied Bruckmiller. won the bronze medal for his didactic essay on John Paul Jones. We have entered for the last state contest at the University of Missouri, in debate, Dudley Monk, and in essay Mary Leitch, both bulwarks in the society management. In the many events of the year helping to relieve the monotony of continual study, the societies have furnished the school with an ever-flowing fount of intellectual exuberance. By editing a democratic school paper, they have shown that the old-time society surrounded by the atmosphere of disdain and self-conceit, has given place to one whose benefits are open to all studiously inclined and interested in Central’s welfare. The broad purposes of the societies develop an all-around per son. No better example of this could be found than in the annual Christmas Play. A cast chosen from the societies gave “The Rivals,” written by Philip Sheridan. Made up as it was by no followers of the dramatic art. but solely by society members known rather as hard students, the cast showed the possibilities latent in the members. These possibilities have been given limited scope in the annual Assembly I fall programs. The flavor of good-natured club rivalry combined with the desire of each club favorabh to impress the future members—now known as the Freshman class —put the societies upon their mettle. The productions have been the best possible under rules, which the faculty placed upon them. But it was left to the last and newest society to surpass in originality and talent the preceding four. A comedy, written by Beatrice Hill, 07, of the Minervas, spicy with good-natured but pointed jokes, was supported by a cast of which Georgia Brown, herself, need not have been ashamed. Throughout the performance, the audience was in perfect harmony with the actors and their sallies. The grand finale—the Inter-Society contest—which fol lowed these programs, had increased in interest over last year a hundred per cent among the student body. An intellectual battle worthy of a college battlefield, was fought by the clubs. Way ahead of all the rest the Aristonians were the victors. They accomplished something never before done in Central: they won the gold medal in debate. To Miriam Scofield is ali the honor given for humbling the boys. The other societies certainly feel no ill-will toward such conquerors as the girls of the purple and lavenaar. The school year is nearly gone. A spirit of new comrade ship exists between the clubs since all have found that they are working to forward one common interest; the upholding of Central’s laurels. They have given their hearty support to her and in so doing have prospered. An unwavering purpose, having for its foundation loyalty to the school, and comradeship with her students, cannot help making a society a power for good. As the degree of the artistic arrangement and composition of the Centralian depends upon the financial success of the Luminary, it is fair both to us and to you who are our critics, to note the condition of our treasury after the last publication of the Luminary. We are indebted to Vernon C. Page for the following data: IN ACCOUNT WITH TIIE LUMINARY DEBITS Xov Cost of Printing Cost of Engraving Incidentals c Sales . . S 84.25 $ 1I.I6 $ 2.50 $ 5 -35 Dec 81.00 16.4I 34° 54.20 Ian ■ • 77-75 I4.83 454O Feb • • 72-75 2.50 43-95 Mar .. 70.00 6.71 3-7° 41.30 Apr .. 70.00 20.04 3-5° 41.85 Total ■ -$45575 $ 69.I5 $15.60 $285.05 Receipts . Advertising $ 6775 67.50 41.50 46.50 53-5 48.00 $32475 Hoard of Education .................................. 55-00 Sale of Old Cuts..................................... 17.00 On hand from 1905-06................................. 35.00 Total Receipts..................................$716.80 Total Expenditure ..............................$539-9° Bal. on hand....................................$176.90 CONCERNING “WILL OF THE MILL” At a turn in the road on a mountain steep Up sat a mill as if wakened from sleep While at its side ran a swift river deep. Down went the river as if to a rally; Down went the carriages, down to the valley. The miller’s nephew, a scholarly lad, For human faces a great fancy had— Which made him by nature pensive and sad. Down went his spirits to the foot of the mountains; Down went his thoughts to the cities bright fountains. At the death of his uncle, Will built here an inn From which no one left but spoke well of him; But Will was not happy as he should have been. Down still with the travelers went the poor boy’s heart longing, Down still went his thoughts, as he bade them good morning. To the inn one day a fat young man went Who said. “The stars readied, you would ne’er be content Which proves to live one way each creature was meant.” Up, up swim the fish from the sea. Up, up at the inn contented stops he. While the parson and his daughter at the inn remained The hand of Margery Will would have claimed. But thought, “We ne’er love again that which we’ve gained.” Calmly, calmly indulging each whim Sits philosophical Will at his wayside inn. Will saw her often till another she wed. Then exclaiming, “Fickle! he shook his wise head; But he felt sad indeed when he learned she was dead. Sad, sad remained Will until one dark night Death carried him back into Margery’s sight. - Brli.R Murkav, ’08. SEN IOR OFFICERS President Robert Mehorna.v. Treasurer—Mayme Roberts. Gift Giver—Dudley Monk Vico President—Iva Thomas. Sergeant—Bonita PettIJohn. Prophet—Eugenia'Gilbreath. Secretary—Raymond Mills. Critic—Homer Berger. Historian—Helen Clark. ‘‘AS ITHERS SEE US’ Dudley Monk, ’07. 23 AS the one event in a woman's life is her wedding day, so is the consummation of the high school pupil’s desire, his proud year of seniority. Slowly, even painfully toiling itp “ambition’s ladder,” through the realms of Freshland, Sophomoredoni, and Junioropolis, he attains the immortal kingdom of Mount Senior; there he scorns the base degrees by which he did ascend. That part of human nature which causes the poor man, suddenly rich, to become the greatest snob of all, evidences itself most clearly in the bearing of the Senior toward those “beings in the lower classes.” Most truly has it been said that “The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins remorse from power. But stay. Perchance I dwell too long upon aloofness. Perhaps it would seem that the immortal Senior lives among his kind, content with them alone. Far from it. The ver air of haughty isolation is a hollow artifice to secure the awestruck admiration of lowly dwellers in the realms below. Who has not seen the ocean liner “Senior,” haughty, silent, cruising down the Hallway Sea. ploughing up a foam of frightened freshmen, and leaving in his wake a subdued ripple of sophomore whisperings? Unconscious of his power? Nay, he exults in it with a relish born of years of tribute paid to Senior idols of yore. Is this device enough ? Enough ! It scarce begins the list. Tales of history and the crafts of biographers have made him wise as serpents. He knows that greatness stamps its own. In lieu of greatness, he brands himself. Long, in thumbed and musty volumes, he explores to find the whims and foibles of immortal men. lie has them all. His watch-word shines before him! “By their eccentricities ye shall know them. Does success attend such perfidy? Do not mortals learn in the great school of experience to shun gold-bricks and seniot affectation? Follow me. Behold yon stocky form striding past in grim resolution. Note the stojid, sphinx-like countenance set with silent determination—on dodging his daily share of Virgil. That stride only acquired after months, yes years, of walking—on stilts; that stony visage, the result of many painful applications of snow and salt; that tireless energy, the fruit of ambition; each bears the earmarks of fame; and endurance. Who? Apollo assuming, for a time, the earthly clay of—a senior. Thus it is that jointless walking and graven features are popular among the “smaller ones.” Again, observe this squad of cringing freshmen. Come nearer. Hear them converse. Why do they so mutilate and mumble their words—eliding, syncopating, jumbling, till the product rivals the efforts of a time-worn “Victor” record? Lo, the answer. The scene—Room Eight. The discussion—Francis Bacon. The speaker—He of the placid Grecian features. Listen. In what strange jargon does he discourse? In what new' tongue is he so fluent? What may be his theme? Be not disappointed! ’Tis English shattered on the fixed lips of a some-time ventriloquist. His name? Senior. Let us away. Yet stay; there come the fashionably late young ladies, the envy of every lowrer class girl who with stifled anguish, watches from her desk in class, as they sweep down the hall inseparably intertwined, calmly passing long after the rumble of many feet has “echoed” itself to silence. Note the superb indifference in their defiantly uptilted chins, the utter disregard of the “magisterial frown—and more. Ah, this is grand, this abandon; this joyous exemption from the dull, narrow laws of precedent and uniformity; this glorious setting at naught of custom. But watch. Retribution seeks its prey. An ill-directed query pierces those masks of oblivion. “State Gibbon’s limitations.” Alas, it carries consternation to the heart of previous serenity. Still, they improve. Feminine wrath, real or assumed, is a potent argument with man. He cannot discriminate. Enough. “I could such a tale unfold” as w'ould cast the Senior idol crashing to the dust. So, ye of the underworld. when the towering figures of the clan of ’07 pass, bow the head in meek submission, for though they are not what they seem, “they are all, all honorable men.” THE, JUNIORS Helen Fowler, 08. (Merely a Brief, containing a few of the Reasons why the 24 Juniors should be venerated.) A. Seniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Everybody, should venerate the present class of Juniors, for, I. The nature and condition of the Junior Class command veneration for, a. Their numbers are large. b. Their brains are superior. c. Their beauty is surpassing. d. Their talents are numerous. II. Those who advocate snubbing the Juniors are foolish, for, a. Snubbing is a weapon used only by snobs. b. Snubbing has no sting for persons of self-respect. c. Snubbing casts no reflection on the object. d. Through the ordeals of Freshmen and Sophomore years, snubbing has proved unsuccessful with this class. III. The temper and character of the Juniors require ven- eration, for, а. A love of homage is their predominant trait, for, 1. They are the true inheritors of the wisdom of Solomon. 2. They are a self-governing body. 3. In religion, they are broadly tolerant. 4. But one year lies between them and the goal of their ambitions. 5. They are well-informed, especially concerning their own worth. б. They are remote from the verdancy of the Freshman. IV. Any struggle against venerating the Juniors would shake all fixed principles of school life, for, 1. Juniors have always been looked up to. 2. This particular class has been regarded as phenomenal ever since its arrival at Central. 3. By refusing to do homage to the present Juniors, Fresh- men. and Sophomores lessen their own chances for homage when they shall have reached the enviable state of being Juniors. V. Of the only three ways of dealing with the Juniors, you must adopt the third, for, a. The first way (to remove the causes of the Juniors' love of homage) is impossible, for, 1. You cannot decrease their numbers by flunking them. for, a. Their brilliance and attainments are too great. b. Their determination to succeed is too positive. 2. You cannot deprive them of their inalienable gifts of brains, beauty, and talents. 3. You cannot alter their temper and character for, a. You cannot persuade them that they are not as wise as Solomon. b. You cannot make them narrow-minded. c. You cannot lower the self-esteem. d. You cannot deprive them of their powers of self-gov- erning. e You cannot lengthen the time which lies between them them and glory, f. You cannot turn back time in its flight. B. The second way (to prosecute this spirit as egotistical) is impossible, for, 1. There is no method for convincing a body of its ego- tism. 2. Such a course might teach them that self-confidence is not conducive to success. 3. The school cannot be a just judge in its own cause. 4. This plan has proved unsuccessful in former years. C The third way (to comply with the spirit of the Junior Class, to applaud its courage, to admit its justice, to exult in the promise it gives of future achievement— in a word, to venerate the junior Class.) This method you, Freshmen, Sophomores, Seniors, and Faculty, must therefore, adopt. POOR SOPHOMORES ALMANACK For the Year 1907. 25 Mark a Newby, ‘09. HE that drinks his ice-cream soda alone, let him get his Caesar alone. Don't judge of teachers’ wisdom by their wise appearance. Seniors talk much but say little. Tis not a holiday that’s kept by studying. Great sophomores may dare to venture more: little freshmen should keep near shore. In test, forewarn’d is forearmed. Drive the teachers; don't let the teachers drive you. For want of application the lesson is lost: for want of a lesson the grade is lost; for want of a grade the point is lost. The seniors hate wisdom—in others. Diligence is what has won the sophomores fame. Approve not of him who commends all you sav; he’ll ask for your originals next. A freshman is never so ridiculous by those qualities that are his own. as by those he affects of'the sophomores. It is better to take many injuries than to give one—except in basket ball. If what most seniors admire, they would despite. Twould look as if the seniors were growing wise. A lesson today is better than a promise of one to-morrow. The teachers should obey the wishes of the sophomores: the students should obey the teachers. Work ahead or you’ll find yourself working behind. Early to bed and early to rise, makes a litle freshman the sophomore size. Weighty questions ask for sophomore answers. Warning to seniors—He that takes a wife, takes care. He’s the best teacher that knows the worthlessness of most pupils. Absence is never without an excuse, but seldom a good one. It is ill-mannered to silence a freshman, and cruelty to lei him go on. The first mistake in English is beginning it. lie that masters his Math masters much. You may delay, but tests will not. Reader, farewell. All happiness attend thee. May each school year better and wiser find thee. JULIUS CAESAR (Corrupted Version) Clarence Mooney, ’10. 26 cr ro.rReiHY-1 ACT II. Scene i. Curtain rises, revealing an elaborately furnished sleeping apartment of ancient Roman type, decorated with blue and white ribbons and pennants. Several much unused school-scrolls lie scattered carelessly about. Enter Sophomore, Junior, and Senior, the latter two disguised. They nervously adjust their togas and glance about apprehensively while Sophomore locks the sliding-doors and peers under the couch. Soph. Now. friends, all is secure: we may without Least apprehension talk on that for which We meet together here- But first, I pray, Be seated. lThcV s,t Jr. You were best to make more sure. Sr. Go to, thou coward! What's to fear? jr An you Would work to thwart us, nothing; much, since you Try to assist. Soph. Comrads. it is not meet That we should wrangle thus among ourselves. For we all three must needs take common cause ’Gainst Freshman, else be lost. Thou know’st full well He hath this soon progressed so marvelous much That even now—'tis certain true—must we Perforce concede he is our better far. I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as this Freshman. I was born free as Freshman; so were you; Wc three have fed as well, and we can all Enjoy the teacher's scolds as well as lie: For once, upon a hot, depressing day. The troubled teacher chafing with his class, Freshman said to me, “Dar'st thou, softly, now To throw with me a sponge at teacher's head?” Upon his word, as frightened as I was, I had to take him up. I bade his throw. The teacher roar'd, and we did laugh at him Will lusty voices. Then he questioned me; But I. for motives good, knew wholly naught Of this embarrassment, lie next inquired About it through this Freshman, and the ass. In answer, uttered only truth; but yet He said not all he could, omitting that Which I had done. lie might as well have told The whole and spared some agony for me. For, after his fool doing. I was made To own part in the deed. And this man Is now become a god, and Soph’morc is A wretched creature and must bend his body. If Freshman carelessly but nod on him. Again! There was a time—this only once— He had no lesson, and he was in doubt When that the teacher bid him to recite. Then I did prompt, as we are wont to do. II is head he shaked; 'tis true, hi head he shaked; His countenance did with colour flush deep red. And that same eye whose bend doth awe the school Did grow in lustre; I did hear him say: “Think you, sirrah. I have no honor nor No self-esteem?” Yc gods, it doth amaze me A man of such an honest temper should So get the start of this majestic school And bear the palm alone. It doth astound! Sr. Y-e-e-s, in faith. Our Freshman has a good and honest look; He thinks too just; such men arc dangerous. Would he were baser! But I fear him not; Vet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the one 1 should avoid So soon as this same Freshman. He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men, lie is so wise. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore they arc very dangerous. 1 rather tell thee what is to be fear’d Than what I fear; for always I am Senior. Jr. Away, proud fool! Senior, thou speak’st with such A self-conceit and ignorance that thou Do’st great exceed thy well fix’d fame for such. That Freshman is a much superior man, Especially so to you, is known and said By every one of able mind, an’ save Of course, himself; yea. even Soph’more here Perceives 'tis very so. What say you now? Sr. Just as before, that him 1 need not fear. Although he is both wondrous wise and apt. Jr. Why man. he doth bestride this narrow school Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable grades. Junior and Freshman: What should be in that “Freshman?” Why should that name be sounded more than mine? Write them together, mine is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em, “Junior” will start a spirit as soon as “Freshman. Now, in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what breakfast-food doth Freshman feed. That he is grown so great? Yeas, thou art sham’d! Central, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by a year, since Central’s birth, But it was fam’d with more than one man? When could they say till now, that talk’d of Central. That her wide halls encompass’d but one man? Now is it Central indeed, and central enough. When there is in it but one central man. O, you and I have heard our ciders say, There was a Senior once that would have brook’d The eternal devil to keep his state in Central As easily as the janitor doth. Sr. Strange! An’ if all this be so, 'twere passing strange, For 1 have heard it said that Freshman hath The failing sickness, aye, and hath it hard. Soph. No, Freshman hath it not; but you and I And boastful Junior, we have the failing sickness. Sr. Then must indeed This Freshman be a perilous man. Mcthinks He needs suppression, else we three become Unknown and unadmired by none at all. Ye gods, 1 know not how it may be done. We’ve bootless tried all ways known heretofore. Have tried to lead hint from his scrolls away With pleasures that do much attract; we then Have railed on him for studying so deep. Soph. Cease! 1 have a method for this means. We are agreed that Freshman cannot be Completely downed: that his triumphant race Can only be a little checked? Just so. My scheme is this: We all unite ourselves With Freshman in his earnest labors; then Do all that we may secretly to be A detriment to him. Jr. It must and shall He done, e’en though it ruin our small chance Of future class advancement; 'tis resolved That we will hinder him howe’er we may. [They arise.! These growing feathers pluck’d from Freshman’s wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch. Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt Junior and Senior.! Soph. And after this let Freshman seat him sure; For we shall shake him, or worse day endure. SOCIETY OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY Mary Cook. Moe Friedman. Amis Nlcboalds, Blanch© Shadwell, Marca Newby. Harry Slichter, lVan Slegrist, William Fishman. Helen Falrland. Kva Thayer. Lillian Monahan. Bradford ost. Homer Love. Joe Mitchell. Flcta Donaldson. Katherine Siersdorfer, Nora Millard. Frances Canny, Homer Anderson. Gladstone Kellogg. Ethel Paul. Charles King, Barclay Moore, Lyle Logan, Kathleen Blanton. Robert Campbell. Lena Bumbarger. Ardls Baranger. May Leary. Louise Jones. Florence Benthrop. Myatt Lipscomb, William A. Luby Amber An«lerson. President, Ivan Seigrist. Vice-President, Lena Bumbargcr. Secretary, Fleta Donaldson. Treasurer, Barclay Moore. Sergeant-at-Arms, Amber Anderson. Sam’l Lucretius Historicus, Marea Newby. Critic, Moe Friedman. Adviser, Mr. W. A. Luby. 29 AN IDEAL SOCIETY Lena Bumharger, 07. U T SAY, Mr. President,” exclaimed a little red-faced man I tipping over a chair in his excitement, “we arc gatli-ered here, to-day to organize a society whereby our talents may be shown to the world. Of course this must be an ideal society if 1 am a member; so I move that we send a man over the world to visit other societies, to see how they are carried on.” The motion being carried, the president appointed a large man, with red hair and grey eyes, who looked capable of holding his own in any climate. A year or two passed away in which this man traveled from place to place, visiting different societies. One day, he was on the train thinking how hard it was to find a society which was actually an ideal one, when the whistle informed him the train was approaching a town. Looking out of the window, he saw a magnificent marble structure; it was hard to believe that this was a station, and upon asking someone near him, he saw and learned this city was Kansas City. Inquiring if there were any societies in that town, he was told Central High School was full of them. Getting off the train, he hurried through the crowded streets, to a large, handsome, brick building, the pride of Kansas City, Central High School. 1 le learned the societies were even then in session; so he decided to visit them. He first entered the room of the Cenrtal Webster Club; but the moment he learned it was entirely com- posed of boys, he left, disgusted, knowing that it was impossible to have an ideal society without girls. He next visited in turrt, the Central Shakespeare Club, Aristonian Literary Society, and the Minerva Literary Society. Although he found in these many of the brightest people of the school, still they could not reach his ideal. Thinking his task was indeed a hard one, he suddenly came upon a room from which he heard such orderly sounds, that he determined to enter. Inside was assembled the Society of Literature and History. Sitting down in a corner, he was immediately struck by the wise and calm faces he saw before him, and the order and dignity with which the meeting was conducted. It was composed of thirty-five boys and girls. He had come just in time to hear their program; listening attentively to each number of the program, he thought that at last his weary search was over and that he had indeed found a society which was, in every way, an ideal one. Delighted with his discovery, he remained in Kansas City two or three weeks, so that he might attend one or two more meetings of this society. He, therefore, went back to his home, much pleased bv what he could report to his friends. They straight way organized a society of their own, modeled after the Society of Literature and History of Central High School, a society well worthy of being taken as an example for others. ARISTON IAN SOCIETY Mary Talbot. Miss Jane Adams. Beryl Blanchard. Ruth Van Doren, Hazel Harbour. Miriam Scofield. Florence Fleming, Ad el la Pepper. Gale Gossett. Virginia Robertson, Edna Bimmerman, Mabel Nowlin. Mildred Bell. Ola Jackson. Mary Leitch. Arzella Willson. Charlotte Marshall, Janet Vandowater, Bertha Teasdalo. Marlon Fox. Mildred Tavenner, Katherine Martin. May me Robert s. Amelia Frauens. Marie Webster. Elizabeth Willson, Bonita Ferguson, Idly Runyan. Louise Jenkins. Moda Moore Margaret Middlecoff. Martha W hittemore Catherine Elliott. Lillian Ball. President, Mary Talbot. Vice-President, Ola Jackson. Secretary, Bonita Ferguson. Treasurer, Charlotta Marshall. HISTORY OF THE. Listen, my children, and you shall hear— Not enough, ah, that is my only fear— Of a wonderful club, Aristonian, In the red-letter year 1900 begun. Full many yet think of that famous year. A flurry of comment in Central’s halls: A society grows while the old ones gaze In open-mouthed wonder as days follow days And the club goes on calmly with never a pause. That was all! And yet. despite many a jeer, The fate of the club was decided that year: And all the societies were then forced to hear That the girls in this club received all the applause. They said in their laws: “If a Freshman come With strength of will and grades of E, With highest hopes of the prize to be won, An Aristonian she must be.” And one at a time we gather them in While we, the society, already begin Teaching them, besides parliamentary laws, To give an oration with never a pause. Scrgeant-at-Arms, Elizabeth Wilson. Phoebia, Katherine Martin. Critic. May me Roberts. Chaperone, Miss Jane Adams. ESTONIAN SOCIETY And debate a debate of effect and cause; You know the rest, at the contest you saw How the other societies scarce could draw A single gold medal, as one and all. The bright Aristonians refused to fall In essay and story; and now to relate That a girl has shown she could really debate. While in declamation we all could say To each except Bessie “Aw, g’wan” away. And as thru the years have wc grown so dear. Just so thru the years shall we always be To all other clubs and freshmen wee A club to defy and also to fear; A light in the darkness; a promise of more; And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night wind of the glorious past. Thru all our history to the last. In the hour of darkness and dense ignorance. The people will waken and listen to hear The voice of the greatest true significance, Of Aristonian, thru every year. — Edna Bimmkkman, ’07. CENTRAL WEBSTER CLUB Dudley Monk. Harold Stroud. Francis McCarty, Dwlfcht Muckley. A rvld C. Frank. Fred Bruckmlller, H. Nowlin. Joseph E. Brown. Charles Wilhelm, Ted Sullivan. Meade Woodson, Stanley Clausen. Clyde Blanchard. Reuben Fulton. Harry Ghorinley, John Musselman. Roscoe Wallis. Frank Wilson. Luther Dimmilt, Henry O’Brien, Howard Bayne, Clarence Connor. President, Dudley C. Monk. Vice-President, Meade Woodson. Secretary, Henry R. O’Brien. Treasurer, Stanley Clausen. TO THE CENTRAL Farewell to thee our Webster club. Farewell, farewell to thee. The hour to part at last has come. We must now take our leave. As birds fly forth on stormy sea. Leaving their shelt’ring homes. So we must boldly part from thee: Go into the world alone. We thank thee for the pleasant hours. We spent within thy gates. Discussing topics of the day, In essays and debates- Sergcant-at-Arms, Howard Bayne-Critic, Jos. E. Brown. Adviser, Mr. C. H. Nowlin. Scriptor, Francis McCarty. 33 WEBSTER CLUB And may the memories so dear Of those days never die. But live and grow within our hearts Giving courage to meet life’s foes. We leave thy future destiny, In care of trusted hands. Who will, no matter what may be. Defend the name that bands The sons of Webster into one. Strong, sturdy, trusted band. Which will with honor and fame The attacks of Time withstand. Fred Bruckmili.hr, ’07. k THE CENTRAL SHAKESPEARE CLUB Mr. A. F. Smith. Patti Page. fva L. Thomas. Donald Hendrickson. Robert Ball. Vernon C Page Crete hen Hansen Raymond Ryder. Scott Young. Lillian Phelps. Florence Wlngert. Mabel Poston nS?Id Hawkins6, Myr Edi®: „ Hugh Guy. Harold Hllfgardner. Ottle MacNeal, I a la Hawkins, Chajif8 2 rnett- Kenneth Tapp. Kmma Pye Amos Johnson. Jeanette Latz. Kthe Timanus. George MacCurdy. Marie Brown. Kathleen Gresham. Mary Jennings. Kthel Halderman. May Holeshaw Frances Meservey, Edna Oakley. Ross Slaughter. HONORARY MEMBERS . Frank (’handler. Miss Harnman. Mr. Lewis. Allle Treadway, Cleo Bed well. T. K. Whipple. Wendell Fifleld, Alice Hendee, President, Myrl Edie. Vice-President, Wendell Fifield. Didaskalos, Iva L. Thomas. Secretary, Emma Pyc. Treasurer, Alice Hendec. Critic, Edna Oakley. Sergeant-at-Arms, David Hawkin .. Adviser, Mr. A. F. Smith. THE, CENTRAL SHAKESPEARE CLUB A HISTORY Robert E. Ball, Jr. (With Apologies to John Kendrick lkings.) IT was a fine day on the Styx,and a jolly group of Shades had gathered in the billiard room of the Houseboat. Charon, the janitor, was hustling about with tall, clinking glasses of imaginary “fizz ’ while several spirits, lounging in comfortable attitudes, were discussing “Hamlet.’ Shakespeare was exasperated. 1 really wrote it, he declared. “Just because the proofs were lost is no reason for you spooks to attribute it to Bacon. It’s ridiculous.” “Listen to that, began Bacon, indulgently. “Do you mean to say that 1 plagiarized it? demanded the Avonian, angrily. “Why------- He did not finish. In- stead, lie picked up Nero’s glass and threw its contents all over his adversary. In an instant they had crossed swords. There was a scramble as the excited spirits made a ring, and several began to place bets. Shylock withdrew. “1 won’t bet a red ducat, he muttered, as lie stalked away. Just then Bacon terminated the dispute by a thrust that would have ended all had not Shakespeare been immortal. “Show’s over, gentlemen, said the playwright. “You can’t kill me. People have been trying to do that ever since I left England and that was a long time ago. Commentators have tried it, and even my namesakes, once in a while-- “Your namesakes? echoed Raleigh. “How the deuce did you ever get a namesake? “Never mind, retorted the Bard of Avon. “I’ve got one, and I’m prouder of it than you were of your first smoke. Sir Walter, at this juncture, slipped out, being afraid that the variety of mat de mer he had experienced with his first pipeful might be revealed. “ 'Tis a first-rate club. mused Shakespeare. “I spent some time at one of the meetings not long ago, although secretly, of course, for I hid in that part of their adviser’s desk which holds a waste basket. “I can sympathize with you, said Diogones, aside. “They really make quite a success of the study of my plays, although I wish I could help them, now and then. “But this is not their only virtue. Having outlived the paltry scoffing of the other clubs, they now bid fair to leave ’em behind. They are well represented on the Luminary Staff, and in athletics, and all three of their candidates held positions in the Christmas play cast. Of the number of medals won. and the Hall programe, ‘my modesty forbids me speak,' and---- “It seems to me, interrupted Daniel Webster, “that another club—Aristonians, I believe—somewhat led things---- “Oh, accidents will happen, replied Shakespeare, carelessly. It was a shame to take things away from the girls, and—gadzooks, gentlemen, Ann Hathaway has been waiting dinner ten minutes, and as you doubtless know. Ann Hahtha-way of her own. which I wish I knew less of. I would fain stay, but dare not, so adios! Turning, he disappeared through the d(x r of the billiard room. MINERVA LITERARY SOCIETY Miss C Creager. Jennie Bayzman. Bertha Moore. Mabello Bacon. Beulah McMillen, Mon tie Storle. Loretto Glenn. Blrdella Daegg, Helen Vickers. Gladys Johnson, Beatrice Hill. Ruth Anderson, Hazel Friedman. Clara Walker. Alleen Wasson, Willie Bello Shaw. Edna Langley. Fern Hooper. Beulah Addison. Bessie Wolfe. Mabel Holloway. Kva Williams. It is an ancient goddess fair, She stoppeth one of three: “By thy winning smile and shining eye. Now wherefore ctopp’st thou me?” “The schoolhouse doors arc open wide, And 1 am due there now; ’Tis long past time that 1 were in And I’ll be late I trow.” The maiden cries out with alarm, And would she were away. The goddess sweet with soothing words Would not but have her say. She holds her with that winning smile; The maiden fair stood still, And listens like a three years child; The goddess hath her will. “Perhaps you’ve guess'd, perhaps you've not, But I am loath to tell; 1 am a goddess royal born By Romans once loved well.” “But now alas! they all arc gone. And I am seldom seen All think of me, if think at all. As one that might have been.” “I've come to ask you just one thing. For true you’ve proved to be A lover fond of wisdom’s truths— Those things are sacred yet to me. “So I would ask you this request That you will strive to see THE MINERVA LITERARY SOCIETY President, Montie Storie. 37 Vice-President, Jennie Brayman. Secretary, Aileen Wasson. Treasurer, Helen Vickers. Sergeant-at-Arms, llazel Friedman. Critic, Clara Walker. Pedagog. Beatrice Hill. Adviser, Miss C. Creager. That in that noble school of yours A band is form’d pledg’d faith to me.” “I'll promise now,” the maiden spoke, And with a loving kiss: Minerva, dear. I’ll favor you And it will be but short of bliss. ’Twas not with toils or cares twofold. She sought her faithful friends: I’ll tell you now, with wanton zeal We have a champion to defend.” “Minerva, dear, that goddess fair Has lately sought me in a dream And told me with an aching heart She’s thought as one that might have been.” “As lovers of sweet wisdom’s cause We’ll up and at her call “To arms”— We’ll prove to her with all our hearts That no one dares to do her harm.” So this to you, oh Centralites! We think is truth well told Of how .Minerva fair, of Rome, Was introduced within your fold. Our merits only part you know For on a Friday morn you’re told Of something sought and found withal; A medal, too, we won of gold. So well we’ve done, so well we’ll do That to Olympia we’ll ascend And bid Minerva not to think She’s thought as one that might have been. Month-: Storik. ’07. HIS PENALTY Marea Newby, ’09. IT was the evening before the great battle of Big Timbers. Gray Horse, the chief, dressed in all the trappings of war, with his beautiful war bonnet nearly touching the ground, sat on his Indian pony. Around hint were massed his warriors, eager for fighting, only waiting for his word. The old chief saw the hopelessness of it all, but decided to try once more to win back his country for his people. He slipped from his horse, plucked a handful of grass, held it up, and saying, simply, “The Indian,” then sweeping his arm in all directions, “The white man, his speech was finished. The Indians understood, yet in spite of that, all were ready to follow him to battle. Among those who listened was Yahola, his young face full of enthusiasm, for was not he going to fight for his home and his Elala? Was not Elala, the daughter of Chief Gray Horse, now in her father's tepee only waiting for him to collect enough horses to pay her father so that she might leave? Then the sunshine left his face. How terrible it would be to die so young. Why did the paleface come to disturb them anyway? If he had not come he could have taken his bride, gone far into the mountains, built his wigwam and been happy. Why did he have to go anyway? Musing in this way. he went for his horse to prepare for next morning's battle. Most of us have heard of this battle and the terrible outcome for the Cheyennes. As soon as the soldiers had left the field, the squaws went to search for their dead and injured. Elala was among the first, but though she hunted all day, she could not find Yahola. Then, slowly, she understood: The injured were there; the dead were there; he was not among the braves preparing for the Sun Dance; the soldiers took none captive; he had fled! Her lover was a coward! This most awful of disgraces had come to her, and so unexpected. She went back to the village to her father’s tepee, thinking how contented she would have been if she could have found him among the slain. On her way she passed Yahola's father and mother, old Okfuskee Micco and Cunobie, busy with a wounded son. but both were singing the Death song. This decided her. She would clear his name and hers in the only way, according to their code of honor, this could be done— by suicide. Her name would never be mentioned then, but when his was spoken of it would be with respect and honor. Arrayed in her buckskin dress, nearly covered by elk teeth, her moccasins with the beaded leggings, with her blanket over her head, and a knife to slash her body, she passed from the camp of the Cheyennes into the plains. As it had done for so main before, it opened its arms to receive her. At first Yahola had fought bravely, circling his pony about the soldiers and, while leaning far over its neck to protect himself, shooting his bow and arrow. Soon the guns of the soldiers began to tell and only death seemed left. When he saw his brother fall he was panic-stricken; his only thought was to get away. I fe turned his horse from the fight and rode toward a small river near by. All the rest of that day he rode, folowing the river. That night he did not dare to sleep for fear of lx th the Indians and the soldiers. He remembered the cruel treatment of those who deserted, who were not brave enough to come back to face the Sun Dance, who had been caught. What should he do? Could he go back to dance, or should he join the Arapahoes? If he could onh go back, dance and prove to them that he was as brave as they; that the cowardice was only for a moment; that he could fight so hard again. Would the Great Spirit give him strength to break his flesh and free himself, or would he go back, again be a coward, and be burned with his hands pinned to the ground? The Medicine Man had finished painting the huge tree trunk: the little sack had been tied at the top and now the Sun Dance was about to begin. The Chief Medicine Man began the first of his many trips around the log. followed by three or four less important men. Then, with this as a center pole, a large arbor was built for the dancers. During all this time to one side of the place where the arbor was being built sat a crowd of probably two hundred men. the dancers. They sat in a semi-circle, each covered by a huge buffalo robe. Their faces and bodies were streaked by black stripes of paint: each was smoking sage in a pipe made from a buffalo bone. As soon as the arbor was completed, the dancers finished their preparations for the dance. Two long strips of buckskin which reached about one-third of the way to the ground were fastened to the top of the center pole. This torture was the most severe, so that the person who underwent it was the bravest of all, perfectly fit to be their chief if he could survive. Each dancer put a small willow whistle in his mouth. A part of the men had a slit cut in the flesh just over the shoulder blade. Through these slits stout cords were put and to them were fastened buffalo skulls, to be pulled until the flesh or cords broke. Then the dancing began, the braves blowing their whistles continually and dancing around the center pole: the women standing to one side, singing in a low monotone. Xo sooner had the dance commenced than Yahola. worn (ml by his long ride and fast, pushed his way past the women into the midst of the dancers. Hurriedly, he let down the thongs from the post, cut two slits in his breast and gave the word to be raised. He had come back to clear his name and Elala’s. He thought even if he died he would have paid the penalty for his desertion by proving he was no coward. His weight tore the slits longer and the people below soon seemed but a blur. The singing grew lower and the pain more intense. Then it began to lessen and soon ceased altogether. They lowered him from the pole and buried him with much honor. His penalt was paid. He and F.lala had met in the Happy Hunting Ground. GRADUATION We look hack and smile at the strides and the pleasures, We look back again and dance o’er the old measures: We laugh with our friends at a slight altercation. Now forgot in the new joy of our graduation. We may e’en speak to them that share not in our glory; Perhaps condescendingly say we are sorry; Hut while this importance our bosoms doth swell. We’ll surrender our glory to bid you farewell. - Ei.izabkth Jack. ’07 40 HISTORY OF THE SOCIETIES Virginia E. Robertson, ’07. THERE is nothing which has added so much spirit to our life at “Central as the literary organizations. To them the school is indebted for the interest taken in gaining honors for the “blue and white.” Though four societies have disbanded within five years—the C. L. C.’s, Platos, Philos, and Delphians—new ones have been formed to extend the spirit of rivalry. The S. L. II.’s, established in 1892, have the distinction of being the oldest club members. The “Aristonians were organized in 1900: the Websters. in 1901 ; the Shakespeares, in 1904; the “Delphians, in 1905; and the Minervas in 1907. All of these younger organizations, except the Delphian Society, now live. We still follow the precedent of the three original clubs by giving publicly something representative of our work—the annual hall programs. These are successors to the open sessions of the C. L. CVs. “Platos. and “Philos. Each society feels that this is one of its most important duties: even the newest organization takes its day in “Assembly.” Our Inter-Society Contests originated in those of the first two clubs. When the High school Debating Society shared its members with the Platonian Society, the spirit of rivalry suggested an annual contest. This was held until the faculty demanded that it be opened to the “Philos. and S. L. H. s. A refusal to comply caused a discontinuance until four years ago. The younger organizations have not had the old spirit of exclusion; so that as a new club has become established, it has received the right of a contestant. JOHN PAUL JONES Fred Bruckmiller, 07. AMONG the heroes of Revolutionary time whose deeds appeal to the hearts of the American people, next to those of Washington, the foremost is John Paul Jones, patriot and naval hero. The world with one accord terms him a genius in naval affairs. Yet to the American people he is more than this; to them he is the second “Father of Our Country,” the protector and liberator from the encroaching sea power of the avaricious English in the darkest days of our country. His love of liberty, his love for the rights of the American people, and his loyal patriotism to the American cause alone would have made him great: but if we add to these his master mind, his energy, his perseverance in times of disappointment, his bravery, his daring, and his master seamanship, we have a man worthy to be placed side by side with Washington, the “Father of our Country.” Some men arc born great, but John Paul Jones was not. His greatness was the fruit of hard toil, conscientious study, deep thought, sacrifice, and self-denial. His parents were poor Scottish people, unable to educate their son as well as they would; yet John was a progressive and diligent boy. Moreover he was a born observer, who through his own determination and adaptiveness mastered the difficulties occasioned by the financial position of his parents. He thought, studied and examined things for his own personal benefit, and for the ultimate benefit of his fcllowmen. He was as studious as an Archimedes, as thoughtful and practical as an Edison. From earliest childhood he showed great love for the sea and great love for fighting, and, though financially handicapped, he was resolved to succeed as a seaman. Hence, by observation and diligent study of every vessel entering his native town, Whitehaven, he not only acquired a masterful knowledge of the sea, but of the building as well as equipping of vessels. At the age of twelve he was an apprentice on a merchantman, and at twenty-one he was a captain. What a rapid advancement! In the short space of nine years filling all positions from a cabin boy to a captain. The truth of the statement is scarcely conceivable. Yet it shows the result of an iron determination to win, a determination and a bull- 4J dog tenacity that enabled him on more than one occasion to turn certain defeat into a glorious victory. The quarrel with the mother country had not yet grown acute when John Paul Jones, by inheritance from his elder brother, became a settler of Virginia. But he was really more than a settler: he was an heir to vested interests, and it behooved him to enter willingly the crusade against the ever-tightening authority of the English. He was at once all afire with the spirit of American liberty, having, through careful study, thought, and observation, obtained a thorough knowledge of every principle involved in the oncoming struggle. At the very inception of the strife, John Paul Jones was an animating impulse toward a show of force on water. His early seafaring training won for him the place of adviser of the Marine Committee. In that capacity he gave plans for the building and fitting out of armed war vessels, gave recommendations as to the regulation and training of officers and sailors, and suggestions as to best means of coast defense. In.fact, he was the heart and soul of the whole movement, the very instigator, yea, the father of the infant navy of the colonies. His own hands became the executor of his own ideas. Each hulk of a merchantship was gradually transformed by his supervision and labor into a trim fighting vessel. With ceaseless energy he moiled and toiled from morning till night in remodeling ships, repairing here, and mounting guns there. The spirit of his indefatigable energy brought encouragement and renewed life to the struggle in the cause for the rights of men The fruits of his toil and his day and night activity wrerc twofold: One was disappointment, the other financial loss. By the eternal law. “man cannot serve two masters.” Nor can a man serve his country’s interests and his own at the same time and do both justice, lie must select one or the other ami serve his choice faithfully. John Paul Jones had to make this choice. Sense of duty and love of justice led him to become a server of his country, the champion of the American cause. And in doing so he unconsciously sealed a contract to destroy his personal interests. For while engrossed in colonial affairs, the English took advantage of his absence and burned and devastated his unprotected plantation, truly a cowardly and purely revengeful act, yet one of the fruits of war. Thus, Jones, a true colonial, became a common sufferer and a sacrificer in the cause of freedom through his undying love for the colonies. The saying runs: “Misfortunes never come singly.” Such at least was the case with Paul Jones. For his valuable services rendered the colonies he expected nothing less than a captaincy in the navv. To be the commander of his own ship was his ambition. Imagine, however, his disappointment and chagrin on discovering that he was to he only a lieutenant. Four older men of less practical experience, but with greater political influence, obtained the coveted positions. Words are not forcible enough, not doleful enough to express Paul Jones’s bitter disappointment. He was stung to the heart. Yet this disappointment gave the true gold of his character a chance to shine forth. It excited no envy or malevolence in him. It only filled him with renewed determination and vigor to continue the struggle for a just cause and to do his duty. Disappointments strengthened him : his perseverance won all his battles. Two years of service in American waters were ample time for Jones to acquit himself as a seaman. Through superior training he put to contempt the seamanship and strategy of the proud English commanders. The daring and hazardous expeditions executed by him and the unprecedented victories with which he met filled all the world with wonder and astonishment. Congress itself was amazed at his unrivaled success, and could scarcely believe that the man who put to shame the English seamen was the faithful and loyal Tones. Tt began to realize the powers of the man whom England called a traitor; it saw his rare abilities; it recognized his genius. Hastily the abashed legislative body made amends for its disgraceful mistake in giving Tones such an inferior position. He was at once transferred from the Providence, on which he was sailing, and given command of the new ship Ranger, a charge equal to his powers. Wer prouder man walked God’s earth than Jones as he received that com- mission. And who in die colonies was more deserving oi the honor than he? Who had sacrificed more, and whose powers and abilities were greater? In the course of a few months Jones, through his sustained efforts, completed the task of refitting and of overhauling the Ranger, and was ready to sail. With this eighteen-gun ship he proposed to cross the ocean, dotted and overrun with English war vessels, and to meet and defeat the lion in his den. Such a dangerous undertaking had never before been executed nor even planned by any man, living or, dead. The fall of 1777 found Jones already in France, receiving the first salute ever given the Stars and Stripes by a foreign country. A few days later he was in the Irish channel, cruising about in search of the enemy, with every merchantman. paralyzed with fear, securely tied up in some harbor. One day the world was startled by the bold attack 011 Whitehaven, and a few days later electrified by the extraordinary defeat of the English twenty-gun ship, the Drake. For the first time in the history of tlie English navy, an English vessel had been defeated by an inferior ship in a fair fight. England’s undisputed sway over the seas was broken at the hands of a despised American, who had enough grit and flinchless daring to hazard all and engage a superior vessel in battle. The victory established the reputation of John Paul Jones as a seaman. Through his skillful maneuvers and wonderful feats of daring exhibited in this one battle, he demonstrated effectively his real metal and worth. What had heretofore been mainly conjecture of the people as to his abilities, was , now turned into absolute fact. Concrete evidence of his excellent conduct in this battle proved conclusively the ideas the people previously had of him: that he was a man of remarkably unusual powers. Another victory lay not far distant that was to impress this idea more firmly upon the mind of every person. In 1770. after a year of serious delays and bitter disappointments. Commodore Jones was given command of a squadron of four small vessels, the Bon Homme Richard, the Alliance, the Pallas, and the Vengeance. The former, the transformed hulk of a twenty-year-old East India merchantman, was his flag- [ ship, a vessel of eighteen guns. The remainder were all small crafts in charge of Frenchmen who were in no way bound to obey the orders of their superior commander. With this i anomalous state of affairs existing between himself and his inferior officers, Jones sailed forth in August with this weak fleet on his last and most glorious cruise—the one that formed the crowning event of his undying fame. On this memorable cruise, Jones met and defeated the English frigate, the Serapis. The story of how the battle raged is familiar to all: how for three hours Jones fought single-handed this vessel of superior strength and ability, and how at the end of that time the English commander was forced to strike his colors. Xo greater battle than this is recorded in the naval annals before Revolutionary times, and it is the bloodiest and most desperate of all naval battles in history. In no other battle do the actions of John Paul Jones afford the true temper of his character and the real greatness of his virtues so good a chance to shine forth. His training, his well-proved seamanship, and his fearless daring loom up mountain high, and proclaim the real ability of their possessor. Through a masterful possession of these three qualities. Jones downed the discipline and experience of an older English captain, and forced upon England a second defeat at the hands of a hated American. The unconquerable spirit with which he fought turned seemingly sure defeat into a glorious victory. He never knew when he was whipped. Even with his ship rapidly sinking, he had the audacity to inform his opponent that he had not yet begun to fight. Such a spirit of calmness and resolution in critical moments had never before been displayed by any naval captain. THE AWAKENING In a room in dear old Central There assemble every Monday. At eight thirty in the morning. A brave class of haughty seniors. Haughty always—save at this time. Quaking now before the teacher Who has come to give decisions On the themes they've handed to her. Nervously they chew their pencils As they wait the “awful” verdicts. Without mercy, she rebukes them When they’ve failed to do their duty; 'Pells them of their many errors; Shows how these may be corrected: The battle with the Serapis ended Jones' active service for the colonies. Though he ardently longed for another charge, he never succeeded in obtaining one owing to many delays and serious intrigues. Even the captured Serapis was denied him. and vessels fit only for privateering were offered him, which he refused with scorn. Likewise, did he lay aside enticing inducements to sail under the French flag, for from the beginning to the end of that great struggle for liberty he was true and faithful to the Stars and Stripes. Tis true, however, after peace was assured, he left the colonies and entered the service of the Russian government. Yet not because of any disloyalty or any dissatisfaction with the colonies. but simply to satisfy the cravings of his adventurous spirit. Quiet life on land was a bore to him, insufficient food for his insatiable desire for daring activities. His career in Russia, however, was short, but phenomenal. In one great battle he gained such fame that he incurred the enmity of every Russian nobleman, and was forced to leave the country. Paris was his refuge, and here, where several years previous he was the lion of Parisian society, he died almost a stranger, almost forgotten by the wide, wide world, and far from the country which he loved and for whose liberty he had so gallantly fought. Now we, at this distant date, have conferrd upon him the last honor due to him. We have placed his body forever in its eternal resting place in the soil of his adopted land. And as long as valor, liberty, and genius are cherished in the hearts of the people, so long will the fame of John Paul Jones live and grow. OF THE. SENIORS Makes them feel they arc ut infants In the simple art of writing. Gone is all the vaunted knowledge Which they boasted before Freshmen; Gone the proud and princely manner Which they bore before all mankind. Lo! the bell tolls like a death-knell Of the pride that’s dead within them. Bowed their heads with shame and anguish As they leave the room of sorrow. Slow the dreadful truth dawns on them: They arc just like other mortals. Edna Block. ’07. ABOVE. THE CLOUDS Beryl Blanchard, 'o8. PERCHED on the side of Mount Eball,near the everlasting snows, close neighbor to the clouds, and almost hidden by the gigantic pine trees, “Silver Crown” looked out upon the gorgeous panorama of the world as it lay at her feet. In this little mining camp lived Lucile Prentice—“Sunshine. the miners called her. The face, half hidden by the brown curls, which the wind loved to caress, was not regularly beautiful, but it possessed a great deal of character. The mouth was both firm and sweet: the lips were full and red: the eyes large, dark and lustrous; and the complexion rich with the hues of health. Her mother having died when she was but twelve years of age. for five lonely years she had kept house for her father in this rough mining town. Their neat little cabin had a homelike air foreign to the others. Fresh white muslin curtains hung at the windows; a few hand-made rugs lent color to the floors, clean and white from scouring; on the center table was the mother’s Bible and a book of wild flowers which Lucile had gathered and pressed; while the little shelves by the window held the few books left her. Her mother’s picture hung over the mantle, and the walls of her own little bedroom were adorned with magazine engravings, framed with pine cones. Each morning Sunshine’s father climbed the steep, wandering trail which led to his mine, the Gold Queen, two thousand feet above them, above the timber line, above the clouds. This mine, which Mr. Prentice had located ten years ago, had been abandoned by the Spaniards. Indian legend said that the Spaniards, when they were driven from the property, had walled up the entrance to the treasure chamber on the lowest level of the mine. Fabulous stories were told of cavities filled with solid, virgin gold. Mr. Prentice was now running his third tunnel, hoping to strike this secret room of wealth. If he could only reach this evasive treasure chest of the Gold Queen. Lucile’s dream would come true—a visit to her mother’s old home in the New England States—that rare old college town. Sunshine awoke one cold winter morning to find dark-clouds enshrouding the mountain top and rolling down through the timber as if to engulf their home. Her father came in to tell her that a darker cloud had settled upon “Silver Crown.” The great scourge of mountain fever had crossed the divide and ruthlessly entered their little camp. Why should such a dread monster care to seize upon the secluded spot;'to cross the barriers of the snow and pure mountain air; to invade the healing shade of the great pines towering skyward? No one could tell. The intruder entered unheralded and unwelcomed. Blanched faces looked out upon “Sunshine” this memorable morning as she passed rapidly down the path leading by all the rude but picturesque cabins. Stopping at the farthest one. she knocked lightlv. The door opened quicklv. With her entered a radiant glow of light. “Here comes ‘Sunshine,’ Parti. Cheer up! A look at her is worth more than two doctors with all their kit of stuff. I'll tell you, little one, Joe is sick. lie talks queer; something about back East and mother. Gone clear back on me. Wouldn't touch the cup of coffee 1 made him.” “Joe, I’ve brought you a little tea and some toast, like you told me your mother used to make, and a little taste of the strawberry jelly I made from the wild berries you brought me last May.” That voice, that manner, that smile could not be disappointed. The sick, discouraged man turned wearily, but smiled back his thanks, and she was gone. As she walked up the steep, crooked trail which led to the shack of the newcomers, the door opened before she reached it. “That’s right, darling,” called her father. “Come here, quickly. Both these strangers are sick and need our care.” The forlorn woe filling that little room cut deep into her joy, but her light step and cheery words of sympathy were like streaks of sunshine falling through the clouds. So all dav long she flitted from cottage to cottage, carrying crisp, brown toast, freshly made tea. or some broth or gruel, while her father helped to nurse the strong men hack to life. For a long, dreary month the sable cloud of fear held the camp in its embrace. The snow had fallen almost without interruption. Sullen clouds had enveloped the peak. Intense cold had settled down upon their camp. The hast blow of stern old Winter had been his hardest. Early in April as Sunshine wearily opened the door just at daybreak, a roseate glow painted the very topmost pinnacle of the grand old mountain. She stood entranced, as gradually the whole floodtide of light from the rising sun turned its snowy crest into gold. Soon the racing glow of light reached the timber line. A million radiant diamonds sparkled on the snow-covered boughs of the great, dark green fir trees. Still the little hamlet lay asleep at her feet in the gloom that precedes the coming dawn; but the onrushing tide of light soon enveloped her in its brightness. It seemed as if a great wave of glorious life swept down upon the camp with the coming of this first spring morning. As the day advanced, the soft, warm breeze from the valley swept up, driving stern old Winter further up the mountain. The song of birds filled the air. As if by magic, the cabin doors opened to bid wel- conic to this bright herald of the coming summer. The battle was over. The clouds had lifted from Silver Crown. A month after this glad day fifty miners met to frame a fitting tribute to their '‘Sunshine.” The dream of her life must be fulfilled—she must go to college. After much fruitless planning, Joe said: If Prentice could only break through into the old Spanish workings, he would have all the gold he needs.” “Yes,” answered his partner, that has been the dream of his life. l'or ten years he has been running tunnel after tunnel to locate that ore body. Twice he has risked his life trying to get down through the old abandoned stopes. The only way to reach that ore is through the new tunnel he is driving, but that would take at least ten men five months to finish, and he has no money.” “Neither have we, but I was just thinking. Here we arc—fifty good miners, and fifty men can do as much in one month as ten in five months. We all owe our lives to that girl and her father. Suppose we put the best month’s work we can on that tunnel for Prentice and ‘Sunshine.’ ” The next morning sixteen men started the work, and it was merry music their hammers made. At three o’clock that afteroon sixteen more good men took their places without missing a stroke on the drills. Eleven o’clock found sixteen more waiting to take their places, and better men never hit a drill. Each day the morning shift did their best, the afternoon crew went them one better, but the graveyard shift capped the climax. .Mr. Prentice kept the anvil ringing a jolly tune for twelve long hours each day. Cherry-red drill steel kept the water hissing in the tank as it hardened for the miners’ use. No clumsy smith could temper steel to stand such heavy work The excitement ran high as the days flew by. It even reached to the neighboring camps. The men had worked like Trojans for twenty-eight days. The mighty blasts had made the granite ribs of old Mount Eball groan with pain. The last shots were fired at noon. Without waiting for the smoke to clear, they rushed headlong into the tunnel. Cold, damp air was coming through a small opening in its face. In a short time they had made it large enough for a man to crawl through. One bv one they entered the dark, damp chamber. As it was lighted by their candles, its dust-covered walls revealed no yellow gold. In its deathlike stillness they could almost hear the footsteps of the departing Spaniards. Soon its walls resounded to the clang of steel. Twenty strong men swung their picks with sturdy strokes. The blue quartz came tumbling down on all sides, strung with threads of wire gold. The men stopped and looked in wonder at the freshly broken quartz, literarlly studded with gold. It was enough. They had opened the treasure vault of the Gold Queen—a chamber as fabulously rich in gold as the ransom room of the Incas. Love had lifted them all above the clouds. MY BESETTING SIN Mamie Burk. io. TO tell the truth, I have so many besitting sins that it is hard to say which is the worst. The question. “What is your besetting sin?’' seems simple enough, but to reply truthfully is not so easy after all. Of many sins that I like to indulge, probably my pet, though, by no means my worst one, is going to sleep during class. Now, it seems almost impossible for some people to believe that one can go to sleep during recitation, but 1 assure you I perform this feat a dozen times a day. 1 do not mean, when I say go to sleep, that I close my eyes and snore, but that while my material self is present, my spiritual self is miles away—that is, from the subject. Many times I will be paying the strictest attention to what is going on, yet the first thing I know, I am fancying the performance of some absurd miracle. For instance, this morning Mr. -------------- was explaining a theorem in proportion, to which I gave all my attention. Before long, however, I began to go to sleep. I was just imagining what a nice, jolly grandfather he would be, with a long, white beard and hair, when he looked my way. Though I saw him look. I did not seem to realize it until he fired a question and called my name. Then 1 jumped, taken thus unaware. To add to my confusion, I did not know the question, so of course I did not know the answer. He passed it to someone else, expressing his regrets for having disturbed me. This made me feel all the more foolish. It is rather awkward while lazily thinking about some other subject than that under discussion to be abruptly disturbed with a question that brings you back to the schoolroom and your surroundings. While as bad as this is. it is still worse to have an “F” put down opposite your name for this inoffensive indulgence, in addition to being marked as the dunce of the hour. As long as 1 am kept stirred up, 1 can make decent grades; but let me grow quiet and the F’s come pouring in from all quarters. Sometimes when I find myself in this condition I give myself a sharp pinch, but even that I do now in a sleepy way; so it has lost its effect, though it leaves black and blue spots on my arms. I have been wondering for the last few years why I indulge in this habit, but for my life I cairt find out. have had it ever since I was a little girl. My teachers pronounced it inattention when they caught me in this state, but, upon mv word, I would be sitting still as a mouse, looking straight at the teacher all the time. With all my thinking, 1 can come to no conclusion. After all. it is a harmless avocation if partaken of at the right time and place. It really is a relief to my friends, for when I am with them I usually talk a blue streak. At home when I go into one of these relapses the family beginning to think that I am really taking the world seriously, are much pleased. In assembly it is also very welcome to those around, for I cease to annoy them by talking. Yet 1 am afraid if everybody had these spells on Friday mornings at the “Fourth hour,” the entertainer would soon have no one to entertain. Half the time I do not know what is going on—on the stage. Once I suddenly became aware of the absurdity of my dream and almost laughed aloud in the middle of a pathetic recitation from the platform. I remember. I had been wondering how I should feel if I should faint — something I never did in my life—and fall from the balcony to the stage, at the feet of the speaker. the, failure May Bolshaw, 07. THE faint light gleaming through the half-drawn curtains of a well furnished room one late April evening showed indistinctly the figure of a young man. He sat beside a small table, leaning his head on his hands, and wearing such an expression of utter despair upon his face that at first glance one would have thought him on the verge of suicide. But a closer scrutiny proved that there were no signs of weaknes in the firm chin, or in the steady eyes, now staring unseeingly at the wall before him. With a weary gesture, the man pushed the damp hair from his forehead, muttering half aloud: “If I could only stop thinking, thinking, thinking. It's all over now. Why can't I let it drop? It’s all finished, and—it’s a failure. O, God! a failure! Such a moan of anguish sounded in those last words, such utter despair, it seemed he had reached the depths of human extremity. After a few moments he rose, his face set and drawn, his hands clenched. I lesitatingly, yet as if pushed forward involuntarily, he walked toward a door on the opposite side of the room ; hesitated again—then, with savage haste, turned the knob and entered. With a single glance lie comprehended the few furnishings of the room, his eyes resting longest on an easel in one corner which supported a huge canvas, the frame covered by a white cloth. There was no hesitancy now—only a grim determination in the steady eyes as the young painter strode to the easel and jerked away its cover. With the eyes of a connoisseur, he studied the painting carefully, critically, while the tiny Dutch clock on the mantle ticked off twenty minutes. At last he turned from the painting. “It's no use, he groaned: “it's a failure. I tried hard, too. I never worked half so hard on anything before. I don’t dare to think how much I have counted on this. O, my God, I can't lose! Win. and what a future is tiling! Lose, and what is left to me? And the picture’s a failure. Yes, I can see it now, as I couldn t while 1 was working on it.” For some minutes he sat silently thinking; then said, impatiently, Bosh! Enough of this moping.” Rising slowly, he left the room. 1 he tension of the last hour had been great, llis muscles felt stiff and cramped from the strain. Feeling the need of exercise, he passed down the broad, low stairs leading from his suite of rooms, and mingling with the moving crowd outside, walked rapidly in the direction of the river, thinking of a long-forgotten, secluded little nook on its bank where as a boy he had idled a wav happy hours in dreaming of a glorious future. His imagination had pictured himself as a great painter then, so the memory of those childish dreams was doubly bitter to him today in the face of this great failure. Being the first work of any real consequence he had attempted, success was very dear to him. He Hung himself down upon the bank, where lie lay for an hour, listening silently to the rush and swirl of the waters below him. On that same April evening another of the contestants in the approaching exhibition, a small, bent man of perhaps sixty years, sat in his tiny third-story room, resting. lie had been busying himself for the last half-hour straightening his littered workroom—scraping up odd bits of paint from his palette, and cleaning and arranging his brushes. Xow, after a few minutes’ rest, glancing with a smile of satisfaction at the result of his labors, he turned eagerly toward a large canvas occupying a prominent position between the only two windows the room afforded. Tenderly he lifted the cover. At the sight of his beloved painting his eyes brightened: his stooped form became more erect, and the worn, tired look left his face. “Ah, it will win,” he half whispered in a low, quavering voice. “Tt must win. Didn’t he say it would, Maidie?” turning to the young girl of fifteen or sixteen years who had just entered the room. (Editor’s Note: This story won the silver medal in the Inter-Society contest.) “Yes, father, clear, and surely such a famous artist as Sinclair would not be mistaken. 1 know it will,” cried the girl, enthusiastically, putting her arm lovingly about the old man’s shoulders. And tomorrow they will come for it,” she continued. How proud you will be, and how proud 1 shall be of you!” Neither spoke for some moments. Then the girl turned to him briskly, saying: Come in now and get your tea. You’re all tired out. If you don’t rest, you won t be able to go to the exhibition.’’ Her tone implied that this would be a catastrophe, indeed. Well, Maidie,” the old man answered, replacing with careful hands the covering. As he followed her into the adjoining room he muttered to himself: ‘Tor her sake, it must win. I shall never be able to paint another one. It’s my last hope.” Meanwhile the young artist whom we last saw lying on the river bank had been trying to solve several hard prob lems. One of them, the greatest just at present, was to find what it was his painting lacked. Studying the beautiful pictures around him which the Great Artist had painted, it came to him like a Hash, lie had worked too hard! ihe details were carried out with exquisite care, but there was no vital central motive in it. It was too artificial. W ith this thought came others, crowding all too fast upon his mind, and in the waters below him he could see a picture, shadowy, elusive, divinely beautiful—the picture he must paint. Ilis face was not haggard now, but his eyes glittered with fever ish excitement. The great reel sun lighted up the scene with one last flood of glory before it disappeared, lie looked at it enraptured, crying: “Tomorrow the new sun will rise— my sun!” With the first glimmer of the morning light he was up. working at a fresh canvas. Three short, busy hours passed in which he worked with incredible power and swiftness. It was finished. With a look of pride and joy. this time the artist viewed his work and saw that it was good. Now that it was completed, he went out again to refresh his tired mind and body in the cool morning air. Many streets were passed in his purposeless progress, until at length he stood before the house in which the old painter and his daughter lived. Two men were just bringing out the canvas—the result of the old man’s greatest efforts, the object of all his hopes and fears. The young artist paused a moment, curiously. A gust of wind suddenly blew back t.ic white covering from the picture and idle curiosity was changed to astonishment at the sight. Truly, it was a picture, a master work: Hall incredulously, he looked at the small, bent man who had just come down the stairs. JL'iainly by his dress and the marks oi paint on his clothes, he was an artist. But could he have painted this picture? The old painter noticed the young mans interest and smiled. “Are you an artist, too?” he asked. ‘U, 1 paint a little sometimes, the other answered, carelessly. Is it going to the exhibition? Another question or two was asked and answered, and the two passed up the stairs together. It was an hour or so later that the young man descended the stairs and once more turned toward his studio. The old man’s confidence in the success of his picture, the story of his poverty, and of his struggle to keep a home for his motherless child, the only joy and comfort of his life, had touched him deeply. Familiar with the work of most, if not all, of the other contestants, he recognized that this man's work was far superior to theirs. But there was this new picture of his own that lie had finished but an hour or two ago. He felt instinctively that the prize lay between them. Which would it be? Reaching his studio, he looked long and earnestly at his picture. “It lies between us,” he cried. It’s his last chance, while I------ I have all my life before me.” The struggle was hard, but his true manhood won the victory. When they came to take his picture to the exhibition the second painting was gone. Only his first one. the failure, was there; he pointed to it, silently. While the crowds who visited the exhibition that day looked with admiring eyes at many of the pictures displayed, without exception all agreed that the old painter’s was the masterpiece. Among the visitors was one who stood apart, watching the people more than the pictures. When his eyes fell upon the figures of a small, bent old man and a pretty young girl of sixteen, he smiled, while every remaining trace of bitterness and disappointment left him. The decision of the judges was in favor of the old man’s painting, but only one in that assemblage knew the whole of the price at which that decision was made. SEEING WALNUT STREET THROUGH A MEGAPHONE fen. tr, (With Apologies to Mr. George Pitch.) 1 I Bki.i.k Murray, ’08. - 3 _L U I T ERE’S vour ‘Seeing Kansas City car. gents. Big-1—1 gest carry-all in the city not owned by the Met-JL JL ropolitan. 'l akes you around the entire city for fifty cents. Everybody ready? All aboard!” Honk! Honk! This store in which you just purchased your tickets, ladies and gentlemen, is Huckc's drug store, containing a soda fountain, from which you need have no fear of getting spiked drinks when you order new things from the menu card. So much cannot be said of the building on your right, called by old residents. T.ullenc, Moore, and Emery’s, but by newcomers, ‘Emery. Bird, Thayer’s.’ It is the only store in town that hires a living statue to grace its middle aisle. Living, did I say? Excuse me, I did not mean to, for it has never been known to move except at Christmas time, when some poor man. lost in perfumes, back combs, and laces, appeals to him for guidance to the furniture department. This firm charges you for carrying you to the ‘Tea Room’ on the elevator by raising the price on all ice creams and ices ten cents above that charged on the bottom floor. This is not such an enormous price after all, considering the fact that you are allowed to stop over at the ‘Ladies’ Waiting Room’ and hear all the gossip of the day at the telephone booth. “Let me apologize for the building across the street. This is not the ‘Bank of Commerce’ building, known for its mosaic entrance. That building burned to the ground one evening just after ‘The Darling of the Gods closed at Convention Hall and gave all theatergoers a free exhibition of how our famous fire fighters can save surrounding buildings. The men who own this bank are so opposed to trusts (as are all Kansas City people) that they would not even trust their money out of their own hands, but wheeled it in wheelbarrows to the building they now occupy. This would be forbidden if started again, for it caused many people to speculate (the polite word for gambling) on how much money-each load contained. As this is against the ‘Kansas City spirit.’ such temptations will in the future be done away with. Ve are now coming to the J. V. Jenkins Music Store,’ the only piano store known that sells everybody for the same price. You can start at the top story, where you have just left a Steinway piano, and talk all the way down to the salesman about lowering his price, but when you reach the ground, the price is still up where you left the piano. “A few doors to the north you will see a very large sign on the very small store of ‘Gordon and Koppel.’ This store has not been enlarged because it would not be fitting to have a large store in which nothing was sold but small hats, small ties, and smart small-clothes. You have all heard of short order restaurants. Turn your attention to the other side of the street for a moment and you will see the greatest long order house in America. This is ‘Bryant and Douglas Book Store.’ the most convenient place for school children to order school books, since by the time they arrive, the teacher has finished with the book and the order can be canceled. '“You may have noticed that, on account of the many sized hills, architects of Kansas City need to spend little tune on variety for their buildings, since they are bound to be every conceivable shape. That reminds me of the Irishman who asserted that he always slid to church and back again. When asked how he could do such a remarkable thing, he replied. ‘Sure there were hills both wavs.’ “No ladies, do not get excited. That crowd of men you see up there are not astronomers, only business men watching the erection of the now famous 'Long building named not for its height, though it has fourteen stories, but for the man who built it. Some gazers are perhaps hoping that one of the other acrobatic carpenters Mr. Long employs will fall from the fourteenth story, grab a rope at the eleventh (hour and story), pull himself up again, and resume his work peacefully. hen finished, this building will be so modernly equipped that all you will have to do will be to tell the elevator how much leisure you have and it will convey you to the bottom accordingly. “Here is the Ridge building, which is six stories high on Main street and three on Walnut. It is so convenient for those who wish to avoid ‘shooting the shoots’ down the ‘incline’ by walking thru its halls to the elevator and then taking this to the bottom, that it has been decided to establish a continuous 'street fair’ along the corridors leading to the elevator. It is now possible for a man looking very dusty and travel worn to enter the Walnut street door, stop at the barber shop for a shave, step across to the ‘gent’s furnishing’ booth for a clean collar, descend to the ground floor, and come out looking very different. In fact, so changed would he be that a Chicago man, seeing the procedure, would immediately accost him with, ‘Excuse me. but you are the ihys-terious Mr. Raffles, of the “Chicago American”?’ “Down this hill you will see the Junction called so because here has accumulated all the old junk of early Kansas City. No, gents, the white building to your right is,not a second ‘Strausburg Clock,’ merely the old postoffice, which took even longer to build than the tall structure up the hill, although the latter building had to be torn down when near completion because the architect made a mistake and built a ‘leaning tower’ instead of an office building. “Will the passengers please step out a minute? The hot air fan seems to have stopped working.” THE ROSE-JAR. Rowena Campbell, 09. NAN sat frowning at the letter in her hand. “I .wish he hadn’t written all that.” she said slowly. “1 thought certainly that last letter of mine telling of my engagement to Phil would be the end of it. I wonder----------------” The vestibule door slammed noisily. “Good gracious!” she exclaimed. “There’s Tom. He simply mustn’t know I’ve gotten this letter. He’s such a tease.” Glancing around for some place to hide it, the big Oriental rose-jar caught her eye. She dropped the loose pages of the letter into it just as her brother entered the room. “Hello, Sis! Come on upstairs. I have those picture frames you asked me to get. Come, see if they suit you.” Glancing furtively at the rose-jar, she followed him up the stairs. “Mr. Templeton’s here, Miss Nancy.” announced the maid fifteen minutes later. “All right, Janet, tell him I’ll be down in a minute,” Nan replied. Meanwhile, Phil Templeton sat gazing with a puzzled expression at the photograph of a pretty girl in his hand. Why in the world do you suppose she sent me this?” he said aloud. “1 thought that was all off long ago.” Just at this moment Nan came running lightly down the stairs. Her light footsteps made no sound on the soft carpets, and her entrance was unexpected. “The deuce!’’ he said under his breath. “She mustn’t see this. She wouldn’t understand at all. He rose quickly and as he did so dropped the picture in the rose-jar at his side. lie greeted her with some embarrassment. As he seated himself, he glanced quickly at the rose-jar. He fancied that she, too, had looked in that direction; he wondered anxiously if she could possibly have seen him drop the picture in it. Neither spoke. His enbarrassment increased; he simply must say something. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?” he said, enthusiastically. She looked at him quizzically. “Really,” she said, “I don’t know how you feel about it. but a drizzle isn't exactly my idea of a perfect evening. He looked confused, then laughed frankly. Evidently, the weather subject didn’t work. She came to the rescue. “The roses were lovely. she said, touching those at her belt. “They are my favorite flower. “Mine, too, he replied. Then he took a bold step. “1 thought 1 smelled dried rose-leaves a while ago. Isn’t that a rose-jar? nodding to the tall vase. She caught her breath. “Yes. “It’s a very unusual one. Where did it come from? he asked interestedly. Uncle James brought it from Europe, she answered. Why did he persist in discussing that of all things? She must get him off the subject. He brought that bronze figure tin-same trip. she said. “That is very artistic, don’t you think so? “Yes,” he assented; “but to me the rose-jar is more interesting. There is something so Oriental about it. Won’t you let me have a rose, as a remembrance of this last evening, before I go away? Not that I need anything to make me remember it, though. “Certainly, she replied, taking one from her belt. He had started towards the jar. “You may have this one instead of a dried one, she said quickly. He stopped. Goodness, si«. thought, what if he had reached it and found that letter! K A T E, • S Yei.knthoi IT was very cold and very quiet on the campus of the “Golden Crescent. a select Connecticut seminary for young women. It was also very quiet in a certain room in West Cottage. This room was a typical college girl’s room. More than that I need not say. for everyone can easily imagine the rest. In one corner a tall girl sat writing. On a sofa, almost buried among the pillows, was a second girl, poring over a book in her lap, or spasmodically jerking an unruly curl from her eyes. Thrown full length before the fireplace was the third girl. Her brown head rested on her arm ; her .eyes were half closed. Presently an unusually deep “But a dried one is so much more romantic, he said. I le simply must get that picture out of there, and this was his only chance. “Then let me get it for you. I am nearest,” she insisted. “Certainly not,” he objected. “Do you suppose I'm going to let you wait on me?” lie started once more towards the rose-jar. “No, really I can get it,”she said, rising. But he was too quick for her. Their hands entered the vase at the same instant, and were withdrawn quickly. She held the picture—he gazed angrily at the letter! Phil’s eyes rested on these words: “Nan, my darling, if you still love me------ These words scrawled across the picture caught Nan’s angry gaze. For my own dearest Phil. They faced each other with blazing eyes. Alas! the course of true love never does run smooth. After excited conversation, however, 1 believe, they decided to forgive and forget. MujseVtnaa, SURPRISE . A MACK, 08. sigh issued from the lounge, and a recklessly aimed notebook flew at the reclining figure. But it fell short of its mark and landed so near the open fire that Beth Terry gave one of her noted shrieks and tossed cushions to the four corners in her effort to regain her property. The girl by the fire deliberately turned over. Better be careful. Beth. You’re liable to hit something. My! but your hair looks stunning. I wouldn’t talk. Kate. You've been lying there all afternoon and haven’t done a thing, lust sec how unladylike you look! Kate ignored her entirely and addressed the girl at the desk. “What are you doing, fair cousin, mine? ’ “German themes! One just finished for mine Frau-lein.” “Themes!” Kate jerked herself to a sitting posture. “That reminds me. I’ve one due in the morning. She sprang up. seized a pencil and pad of paper and was lost to the world. Well, Kathryn MacDonald! If you aren't the limit. ( Beth always spoke in italics.) Do absolutely nothing all afternoon and at this time of day begin a theme!. You always do that, and get better grades than zve do. ' Tisivt fair, Guess I’ll go over to the music room.’’ And she reached down behind a chair for her coat and cap. Lou walked to the window and rubbed a clear spot on the frosted glass. 1 he door opened and back came Beth. O-o-o-oh! Its awfully cold! I’m not going. By the way, I met the postman and here is a letter for you, Lou. Got one for you, too, Kate. Look’s like Bub’s writing.” “Ming it here, please. I’ll inspect it in a minute.” But Kates minutes were long. The letter lay untouched as she wrote on and on. The dinner bell rang and Lou and Beth went down. Lpon their return they were greeted by a shout as Kate bounded to meet them, waving the letter. “Oh, girls! Rejoice and be glad! Bubs is coming! Bubs is coming! And she ended in a prolonged shriek. Now, Bubs was Kate’s brother, otherwise Bruce MacDonald, quarterback of the Harvard eleven. The three girls still clung to his childhood's nickname. News being noised abroad of the coming visit, confusion reigned. Would the three girls entertain for him? Had any of the others ever seen him? No, but most of them had seen his picture. Kate did not even pretend to study, but simply gave herself over to blissful abandonment. Beth made an effort, but accomplished nothing, so Lou alone managed to get through her recitations. Wednesday the girls were trying to decide whether or not to entertain for Bubs. Beth excitedly drowned out the others. “Why, girls, you know we might just as well commit suicide as to expose ourselves to the wrath of the girls if we don’t do something when Bubs comes.” “Yes, I know it,” said Kate, resignedly, and Bubs fairly hates a ’hen party.' lie’ll never forgive us. but 1 can’t see how the blow s to be averted.” Oh, well, let’s have it, and be done with it,” advised Lou. So plans progressed. Thursday afternoon found Lou writing invitations, Beth addressing envelopes, and Kate deeply engrossed in wondering what they’d have to eat. Invitations ready, Kate and Lou went for a walk. (Beth just simply had to study some.) During the walk they met a girl in brown, a very pretty girl, with gray eyes. She smiled brightly as she passed the girls. Kate, I wonder why Madge is never invited anywhere? She is bright and pretty and plays beautifully. Although site doesn’t seem to be very wealthy, she is so nice. Besides, she looks so sad all the time. Somehow I wish ice might have invited her.” Kate turned abruptly and said: ’‘Let's go back.” The next day the girls delivered their invitations. Lou and Beth reached home some little time before Kate, but finally she bolted in, and began: Well, I did take one to Madge Hall, and she’s coming, sure. Do you know, she’s a perfect dear, and I feel really sorry for her. I’m ashamed of myself for the way 1 treated her. Hope I find you in the same state of mind, Beth. If the rest don’t like it because we asked her. you know what they can do.” Her eyes were snapping and she viciously jerked off her coat. Beth sat down and looked at her. Lou walked to the window and knowingly smiled. They met the train on which Bruce was to have arrived. But no Bubs arrived. Three very disappointed girls straggled back to the cottage. He would surely come in the morning, but he might have let them know. ’ Saturday morning and still no Bubs; but a fiery-brained youth brought a yellow envelope. With fear and trembling, they tore it open and read: “Can’t possibly come. Desperately sorrv. Will explain later. Bruce MacDonald.” Well, if this isn’t a cheerful outlook!” ejaculated Kate above the wails. “Now. what are we going to do?” “Do? Do?” screamed Beth. “Why, have our doings just to spite him, the horrid thing.” Thus it was decided, and the party went off without any Dubs. Kate devoted herself to Madge almost exclusively, first as a sense of duty, but later as a preference. She picked up a photograph from the stand. “Madge, this is Bruce,’ and as she turned to answer a question she did not see the look of consternation dawn on Madge’s face—did not see her stiffen perceptibly and the red in each cheek spread. Kate was surprised when Madge did not tell her how handsome Bruce was. but merely stammered. “Oh, is it?” She was more surprised, when a few minutes later she saw her look at the picture and laugh. Was she making fun of Bubs? Kate was inclined to be angry, but, after all. perhaps Madge hadn't laughed at him. When the guests began to go. Madge and Kate were talking earnestly by the window. By some chance Madge’s eyes wandered out the window. She suddenly broke off her conversation and jumped up from her chair. “Oh. the others are all gone, and I didn’t notice.” Despite the fact that the three girls begged her to finish her story, she scrambled into her coat and hurriedly searched for hatpins. A heavy step sounded in the hall, and the door burst open. “Hello, sis! S'prise party on you girls!” And the tardy Bubs was almost smothered in the following onslaught. “Yes, give me a chance to breathe and I’ll explain all about it. I loward was taken down, and I didn't sec how I could possibly get away. But things turned out better, so I just---- Well, of all of the luck! Madge Hall, as I’m alive! How, in the name of all the gods, did you get here?” Then, as she marched down the hall, with a (laming face, the belated hero marched determinedly after her. The girls had not recovered when he returned. ‘Well, you are a jolly crowd! What's the matter with my walking home with a girl I’ve known for—for—some time? Especially when she’s a particular friend of yours? Why, I met her out in Wisconsin, but something—it’s none of your business what—came up, and—and—oh, well, she’s a very particular friend of mine.” BATTLE., MURDER, AND SUDDEN DEATH It was a Latin teacher stern; He stoppeth one of three-He clutched me with his skinny hand. “Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? “Tomorrow be prepared.” he said. To write a nice review Of all the Vergil we have had Beginning with book II.” He grinned, and passed, rejoicing in The blow that he had dealt. I’m sure he could not help but see The terror which I felt. I burned my midnight oil that night Till almost half past eight. “If after all this work I fail. I’ll blame it onto Fate.” The morrow came, as morrows will, And with it dark despair: For battle, murder, sudden death Seemed in the very air. O, questions, questions everywhere! The very boards did groan. O, questions, questions everywhere! Not one I'd ever known! I chewed my pencil desperately: I thought, or tried to think, “What rule applies to this old verb? Now what’s the word for ‘sink’? The teacher looked at me and smiled. I could not choose but fear: He held me with his glitt’ring eye And said, “The end is near.” The end is near! Full well I knew Mine came e’er it began. I left the class, a sadder far. But not a wiser man. Hkj.kn Ci.akk, ’07 A RIDDLE.: Alice TUESDAY I forgot—forgot I was not ready for school; forgot the time to start for school; forgot it was my duty to go to school. Although I was aware of the fact that Daughter (as Mother calls her) was in bed all day 54 Monday, when I was not awakened the next morning and warned that Tuesday was school day. I felt myself unpardonable neglected. 1 remained at home. Reader, bear with me : my heart was in the schoolroom, there with Sister. 1 pictured her. in all her rooms that day with my counterfeit, with her answers to inquiries about my absence. Wednesday it took the whole household to start me in time for school. They will witness that, when my appearance was finally made to suit both Mother and Daughter, I was started on the way. Others will witness that when Daughter reached school and found me missing, she was bewildered. Those who wished to see me urged her to begin a search and to attend to my presence on Thursday. If, on a stormy sea, you have ever clung to a straw with your only hope in the straw’s power to float, you will realize, in some degree, my ambition when waiting those few long drawn out hours, 1 knew not where, waiting to be found. Daughter was faithful to her promise: Thursday we were together when we reached school. (), the sighs of relief that greeted me at each classroom! WHO AM I ? Hex dee, ’07 Behold, was the first hour teacher’s comment, “now is the accepted time. Prove all things; hold fast that which is good,’’ 1 heard during the second hour as the skeptic compared. my name with one of a long list of signatures. The answer he received was, We walk by faith, sir. not by sight. lie was an English teacher. He corrected my faults before he let me To save me any more insulting comments, Daughter kept me away from the two successive teachers. With a soft but guilty smile. Miss Fifth-Hour-Instructor sent us tothetwt slighted teachers. Think you the following two conversations between Daughter and the men were of the mirthful kind? ’Twould have been an ill wind that had beaten in my face ever since Daughter’s Monday absence if it had been without its good. Happily, she of the soft smile accepted me. Alas! such bliss lasted for only a short time. Now my co-sufferers express their sympathies to me, as we lay side bv side discussing our common neglect, awaiting the warmer side of the great red furnace—the inside. A name, though it seem a superficial matter, yet earrieth with it much enchantment and impression”: I am an Excuse. THE SICKLIE BALLADE OF THE. SICKE GOOSE The Father Goose, in his age supreme, Did not it his bounden dutic deeme, To take special care. Of son Goosey's fare. So now Little Goosey was sick, it did seemc. Old Doctor Goose and old Doctor Gander Did into Son Goosey's sick chamber wander. They felt his weak heart. And then they did start. When old Doctor Goose spoke up with great candor: “My son,” spake he, “you’re plum full of germs, I see that plainly in your numerous squirms.” He paused, thought a minute. Then said, with a smile in it. “Are you sure you ate nothing but sterilized worms?” —Howard S. Hall. ’07 FACULTY A. F. SMITH KXGI.JSM A. DAY HONNIFIKI.D liXGUSII ANNA K. WOLFSON KXGLISH FACULTY — Continued 56 A. S. BENNETT MATH KM A TICS JOSEPH IN K MAG KRLK MATH KMAT1C8 FACULTY — Continued W. H THMPI.IX MATH KM A TICS K. N. PKTKKS I'll KM ISTK V PRANKI.IN H. AYRKS PHYSICS K. C. HAI.I.KK CII KM ISTK Y C. H. NOWI.IV PHYSIOLOGY FACULTY — Continued 58 J. K. CAMKftON biology KATHAK1NK M. MORGAN ANCir.NT I.ANOOAOKS K. MARGARET STR A UCIION KNGI.ISH V. C. GORDON ANCIKNT LANGUAGES J. C. WRIGHT PHYSIC A. K. DOUG I. ASS ANCIKNT LAM.UAGKS JANE ADAMS ANCIKNT I-ANOUAOK8 FACULTY — Continued KATE HAKRIMAN ANCIKNT I.ANC.UACKS LOUISE MOREY ANCIKNT I.ANGUA I S E RDM ('THE von UNWEKTII (IKK MAN CLEMENTINE E. CRH ACER PRBNCn M. HERNANDEZ SPANISH LACK A WHIPPLE GRRMAK AND KNGI.ISII FACULTY—Continued K. C. KUSH HISTORY AND CIVICS KVRI.YN BURRILL HISTORY AND CIVICS WM. A. LEWIS HISTORY AND CIVICS CLARENCE A. BLOCHKR HISTORY AND CIVICS J. W WHITE HISTORY AND CIVICS WM. O. HAMILTON l H YSIC AI. CD I.TDK K FACULTY Continued MIG NONE CROWDER ART CHARLOTTE a. BI.aTCHI.Y PHYSICAL CULTURE CARRIE FARWKLL-VOOKHHES MUSIC PRESTON K. DII.I.ENBECK ELOCUTION BERTHA BAIN KNOLISH ELLEN K. FOX 8NC.LISH WILLIAM A. LUBY MATHEMATICS 6) GERMAN CLUB John Musselman, Joe Mitchell, Hannah Segelbohm. Adeline Nentwig, Jeanette Jacobs, Beryl Blanchar«i, Ruth Van Doren, Hazel Harbour, Amelia Frauens. Olive McDonald, Miss von Unwerth, Elizabeth Wilson, Nathan Saper, Gretchen Hansen. Mary Boland. Migs Whipple, Hattie Kluex, Moo Friedman. Margaret Togcler, Blanche Shadwell, Harold Barman. Sarah Beach, Jane Segelbohm. Mary Brennan, Gertrude Michadcit THE GERMAN CLUB President, Sarah Leach. Vice-President, Hazel Harbour. Scrgeant-at-Arms. Moc Friedman. Critic, Joe Mitchell. 63 Secretary, Adelenc Nentwig. Uu. A MM fin Strafmcisterin, Gretchen Hansen. Treasurer, Amelia Frauens. 7 Chaperon, Miss E. von Umverth. (Bermang. Tein finbaile fluten Strdfte; ( be( roiQft bu immcc fern. Unredjt meioen beine Stabte. Xreue, fe|te banner bein. Steifle fjocb, t)riftlid) bod)! immel fjiite beine flrone; ifebe bein 3$olt immer fcei. 'iluf bic |ei be$ ftriebenS SBonne, dimmer Unqliicf bein 2o« fei, Teutichlanb. —2 ucile (Sraoene. CENTRAL CLASSICS CLUB Miss Adams, David Hawkins, Henry R. O'Brien. Harriet Tomlinson. Miriam Scofield. Miss Ilarriman, Wendell Fiileld. Montie Storie, Robert E. Ball. Floeta Donaldson. Miss MorRan. Hazel Harbour. tva Thomas. Kendall Lauffhlin. Bonita Ferguson. Vernon Page. Moda Moore. T. I . Whipple, Ola Jackson, Joseph E. Brown. Edna Oakley. Katherine Martin. Mildred Bell. Roscoe D. Wallis. Ruth Van Doren. Adella M. Pepper. Florence Fleming, Raymond Moore. Helen Fairlamb. Florence Wlngert. Dwight Muekley. Clyde Blanchard. Horace Mitchell. Virginia E. Robertson, Charles F. Wilhelm. Consul Maior, Iva Thomas. Consul Minor, Meda M. Moore. Scriba, Ola Jackson. Aerarii Praefectus, Henry O’Brien. Censor, Virginia Robertson. Lictor, Chas. Wilhelm-Monitores, Miss Harriman, Miss Morgan. CENTRAL CLASSICS CLUB Congratulate this new society, Enrolled among the present few; indeed, Nor praises high nor precious honors huge The worth of this new club can overrate. Resolved are we to do our very best, Among the pupils of our famous school, Latin bold and Greek most graceful, to promote. Can Central feel more proud of this than we, La bo ring with patience to restore And to revive once more those ancient tongues Suffering from decay and t reach rous death, Stiff’ring scorn and base contumely? Is not our purpose noble and sincere? Can anyone conceive one course so good. So wholly beneficial to our school? Co-operation, we, of you now ask: Lend us a helping hand and be our friend; Uphold us in our earnest work and then Before another moon, foremost we’ll be. —Raymond 1. Moore, ’o8. CLASSICAL. DEPARTMENT PLAY SCHOLA ROMANA SCHOLA ROMANA Spectaculum in scaena Superioris Scholae Centrales repraesentatum Idibus Martiis Anno Domini MCMV11 Susanna Paxson scripsit. Spcctaculi Personae: Magister Scholae Dud lei us Monk Marcus Tullius Cicero Cains Julius Caesar Marcus Antoni us Marcus lunius Brutus Appius Claudius Caesar Quintus Hortensius Hortalus Quintus Tullius Cicero Marcus Claudius Marcellus Cains Claudius Marcellus Cneius Pompeius Quintus Licinius Lucullus Lucius Sergius Catilina Henricus O’Brien Raymondus Ryder Davidus Hawkins Hjalniarus Johnson Gulielmus Wallace Haroldus Nagle Carolus Wilhelm Arvidius Frank Leslius Palmer Kendallus Laughlin Francescus Chandler Carolus Garnett Indices - - Stanleius Clausen et Iacolus Redmond Pacdagogi ------- Harlcius Douglass et Tekeius Servi ------ Fredericus Moses et Wendellus Fifield In hoc spcctaculo repraesentando quo modo adulescentes Romae antiquitus docerentur quaerebatur. Quidam pueritiae ludi, vestimenta. pensa. crepundia, gaudia doloresque, brevi magna pars totius vitae curriculi monstrabantur. Denique sperabatur confirmare adulescentes Romanos pueris apud nos viventibus non maxime dissimiles fuisse et illos eadem potuisse quae hi nunc faciant. Gratiae magnae auctori, magistro excellenti in Supcriore Schola Omahano, habentur, cuius beneficio libellus missus est ut hie uteretur. 67 S PA NISH C L_ U B Almarie Everett. Vergil Brothers. Bertha Geary. Fleeta Donaldson. Gladys Irish, May Leary. Agnes MacKenna. Blanche Wilhite, Kathleen Blanton. Edyth Seely, Verna Jenkins. Norvin Vaughan. Ruth Rogers. Eva Walbridge, Charles Geary, Elliott Love. John Hale Paul Sanders. Charlton Standeford. President, John Hale. Vice-President, Kathleen Blanton. Secretary, Edyth Scaly. Treasurer. Charlton Standeford. Critic, Paul Sanders. Sergeant-at-Arms, Virgil Brothers. Adviser, Mr. G. M. Hernandez. 69 HISTORY OF THE, SPANISH CLUB Edyth Sealy, ’07. TIIE Circulo Literario Espanol was organized in the fall of 1907. Its purpose and work is to further the interests of the Spanish Department by helping the members to converse in and understand the language with greater ease. In carrying on the regular routine of club work as all the members are required to speak Spanish, the parctice, which is absolutely necessary in learning any modern language, has been obtained. Every meeting a program has been given which was announced two weeks before its presentation, thus giving ample time for preparation. As the club naturally has a great interest in Spanish-speaking countries, topics concerning these nations have been assigned. These subjects have not been confined to the manners and customs of these countries, but have included their history and present development. In so far as is consistent with the members’ knowledge of Spanish, that country’s literature and best authors have been studied. On the other hand, current events have been discussed through essays and debates. To this may be added the extemporaneous speeches, which have increased the interest and practice. When one considers that all numbers on the program have been in the Spanish language, he must concede that the Spanish Club has completed its first half-year work very creditably. Then, with this beginning let us hope that the Spanish Club of naught seven will continue its beneficial influence through years to come, always fulfilling its motto, “Adelanto y amistad.” 70 Pie beutfcfye ■ bflteicb bte Deutfdpn oon 9Uterg ber cin febr ftreibeitlieben W beg tHolf roaren, unb eg bid foftete fie baAU au j roinflcn 3tabte au flrunben, fo fiabet man ibre ftaufer bod} nie cinjetn auf bem Slanbe jevFtreut, fonbern fcbon feit frQ c-ftcr fleit in fleincn DDrfern Der bcutfcbe SJauer ebrt feine $orfaf)ren. •mb bait feft an ibren Sitten. 'Jlocb beute lebt cr, in Dielen ftinficbten roie feine 9lbnen bor Aroeibunbert ;tobrcn. Tie ©rOfee ber beutfcben D5rfer ift febr uerfcbieben. 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Die Rirdjcn Dcutfcblanbg finb oicl grafter alg bic bierAulanbe unb oft fflnf big fccbgbunbcrt ftabre alt. 91 m Sonntag fommen bic iieutc bon ben umtiegenben DDrfern Autnftircb borf, urn SRorgeng bie fticebe au befueben, fRacbmittagg ibre 9Baaren fur n Bauern. bic SBodje ein ufaufen unb fief) mit Jan unb Spiel iin $Birt3bau$ beluftiqen. Die hauler ber Bauern, befonb t3 ini norbroeftlicben Jeil Deutidj lanbS, finb iebr einfacb. qeraumip unb altmobiid). Sie bienen a(3 38obnbau« unb Sdjeune. ®ebt man oon pome tjinein, fo fietjt man port ber profjen Diele au3 nad) ber einen Seite Bferbe, Kubc unb 8icqen. 3n ber SJJitte be$ '.KaumeS ift ein proB?t fcerb. tpclcber aI3 ftodjofen benufct roirb. 3$on ber Decfe bfinpen ftleiid) unb ’ffiurfte in bein jperbiaucb Unb narf) ber anberen Seite finb bie Xiiccn. to. ld)e u ben SBobnuinmern fubren. Jie beutfdjen Frauen roie audj bic manner trapen ftleiber non prober felbflPerfertiqter yeintuanb. Die H5cfe bev ftrauen tommen bis an bie ttnDrfjet, lo ba 5ie qro en i ol id)ube fid) iebv beut(id) eipen. Die Frauen fteben bei ben Deutidjen in bober'Ncbtunp, obpleidj fie fetjr fdjioer arbeiten mflffen. Sie finb tueiftenS immer ftarf unb pefunb unb ieben ftelbarbeit ber $au arbeit oor. Die Scbulpeiefce in cen Dbrfern finb icbr ftreup. ffiin jebeS ftinb itn 9Uter pon iecf)« bi8 oier ebu $abren mufj bie Sd)ule beiurben. Selbft im Sommer uno Samftaps bat man einen batben Jap Unterticbt. 3 bei Scbute T)ie u fcaufe roerben bie Slinber febr ftrenp er open, unb Unpe borfam pepen ebrer ift eine Seltenbeit. Die Sdjulen unb Uifcnbabuen bnben in ber lenten Beit febr Piet fur ben beutfeben ©nuern petan. SJiedeicbt in ein paar $fabr ebnten mirb ber flauber ber alten Sitten burd) ibren influfe auf immer Pcrbranpt fein. —art) Bo lanb. ’07. LEYENDA DE DON P R I N C E S A KSCRITA I’OR SENORITA 1M.ACI EX los dias cuando los cruceros dc la Barbaria invadian la costa dc Espana, cindad antigua dc Denia se delendia por un castillo construido de roca, en un penasco colgan-do solve el Meditarenio. Cuando los botes hostiles sc vian en cl mar. cl guardian del fuerte sonaba las cam-l anas y cnccndia un gran fuego, para que dispertasc la gentc. En una ocasion, el guardian rezaba en la capilla para que la tempestad del mar sc calmase. cuando fue informado que un crucero lialra sido visto. En un instantc dio la senal, y toda la gentc sc apresuro a la playa. con las armas que pu-dicron encontrar. Pronto supieron que el bote era solo una barca mona. ricamcnte cincelada y adornada. Las velas de seda y los remas de color de rosa monstraban que no era navio dc guerra. I-os mastiles y las remos estaban destrozados y las velas estaban rotas por la tempestad. Cuando la gente en la casta vio a las personas en cl bote, se espantaron, y se paraban a ver detenidamente. I-os homlves y las mujeres estaban vestidos con esplendor, v ad ornados de joyas. Tcnian mancras de nobles personas. Entre ellas se hallaba una hermasa doncella. a queen todos los otros respcct-aban. Algunas de los caballeras tiraron de sus espadas y pro-tegieron a la doncilla. Uno de ellos dijo, “Usted vee delantc de usted, la sola hija delrey de Algieres. La escortamas a la cortc del principe de Tunez. con quien se casara. Xo sea usted mas cruel que la tempestad. iSalvela usted!” RODERIGO Y LA ELYATA DA BASCOLM OAKLEY, '08. 71 El guardian contcsto. “Notengo el poder para libertar a la doncella. Esto debe ser por mi rey.” Despues la condujo al castillo con sus sirvientes. Cuando halra descansado al-gunos dias, la condiveron al palacio dc Don Roderigo. Las guardianes montados en magnificas cabcllas blancos pasaron delante de lla. Criadas moras bonitas !a acompanaron, y los guardianes del Moselmen la seguian, vestidos de magnificos trajes. La princesa misma vestia su traje de boda. En su cabello chispeaba una diadema de diamentes adornada con rarisimo plumaja dc pavo real. Asi atraveso ella el Tajo y entro a Toledo. Cuando Don Roderigo vio su cara, triste y hermosa, le habld. con dulces palabras, y estaba encantado por sus gracias. Alii permanc cio en el palacio royal, y recibro eltrato de un reina. Ceso de lamcntar par su casa y amante, y sc cnamoro de el mas v mas, todas los dias. Ultimaniente Don Roderigo afrecio su trono y su corazon a Elyata. y prometid casarse con el. Don Roderigo deseaba una cosa mas para cumplir su felicidad. Esto era para la princesa rccilri la fe Christina. El obispo lc cnseno esto. El bautismo se efectuo con pom pa y granduza. La princesa vestida de bianco, se dirigio a la cate-dral. Muchas ninos. vestidos asi como angelitos, esparcian florcs en la senda. El arzobispo la encontro en el portal v la recibio en la iglesia. La princesa era muy feliz. Se bautistS y tomd el nomlre de ,b'xilona.” y con este nomlre se conoce en la historia. “LES PRECIEUSES RIDICULES LES Precieuses Ridicules’ cst une satire sur la societe dc ia fin du dix-septieme siecle. Le raffinement de de l’Hotel du Rambouillet avait alors cede a une affectation ridicule. Dans cette piece de Moliere, Madelon et Cathos representent les dames de cette societe degeneree. les “precieuses.” Elies veulent mener la vie et avoir des pretendus conime ceux dans les livres de Mile, de Scudery, aussi elles sont choquees des manieres franches et naturelles de Ea (Grange et de Du Croisy, jcunes gens admirables avec lesquels leur oncle et leur pere, Gorgibus. vent les marier. Ces amants. rebutes, jurent de se venger. Entrent 1c “Marquis de Mascarille” et le “Vicomtc de Jodelet.” Les precieuses” sont charmees de leurs manieres exquises. de leurs beaux vetements, et dc leurs mots ronflanls. Elies se trouvent dans leur element et deviennent des plus aimables, Cependant. elles ne s'amusent pas longtemps. car les amants rebutes s’elancent dans le salon et commencent a battre les pretendus nobles en les accusant d’avoir vole leurs vetements. 11 transpire que le “Marquis’’ et le Vicomte” ne sont que les valets de La Grange ct de Du Croisy—ruse de ceux-ci pour se venger et pour faire voir aux demoiselles leur sottise. 11s out bien reussi, car les “precieuses” sont completement luimiliees. Gale Gossett, ‘08. “ P E, C H E U R d’ISLANDE • “Pecheur d’Islande.” par Pierre Loti, cst une belle his-toire des simples pecheurs bretons. II nous fait voir clairement la ville de Paimpol avec les sons de ses cloches et lc chant des pretres,—ce singulier Paimpol avec ses vieilles maisons de granit. dont leurs vieux toits racontent 1’histoire de bcaucoup de siecles d’effort contre les vents de l’ouest et les pluies. Per-sonne n’a jamais decrit coniine Loti cet ocean sombre et gris de l’lslande. Conime il exprime simplement le desesj oir de Graud par ces mots: “Alors la chaumiere lui sembla plus desolee, la miserc plus dure, le monde plus vide—et elle baissa la tete avec une envie de mourir!” Nadine Hearn, ’07. LES GOBELINS Ce nom vient clu nom dcs freres Gobelin qui, an seizieme siecle, vinrent en France do la Flandre pour accepter les of-fres genereuses de Henri IV. |iii voulait faire de Paris le foyer du tissage de ces tapisseries. Des lors cette industrie flit sous la protection de FEtat. L'art fut transmis de pere en fils, et 1’ on garda avec jalousie le secret de ces tapisseries. En effet. la plupart des travailleurs sont des descendants (K s freres Gobelin. Jean, le premier a venir a Paris, etait un teinturier tres habile, surtout dans les ecarlates. A propos celles-ci, on ra-conte la legcnde suivantc. Jean etait si fier de sa teinture cju un jour il se vanta. Le vieux (liable lui-meine lie pent mi surpasser en teignant Fecarlatc.” Cette vanterie excita evi-demment Fambition du diable, car peu apres, Jean alia an puits voisin. et il y tomba. Conime on n’a jamais trouvc son corps les superstitieux disaient que le diable l’avait emporte dans Fenfcr pour sc faire faire les fameuses teintures. Isabel Thomas, 08. ANECDOTES CELEBIVES (Traduites de FAnglais.) Quand Moliere, le poete comique. mourut FArchcveque de Paris ne permit pas qu’on Fenterrat dans la terre sainte. Le roi apprenant ccci fit venir Fareheveque et lui en fit des remonstrances; mais trouvant le prelat inflexible, sa Majcste lui demanda quelle profondeur avait la terre sainte. A cette question inattendue rarcheveque rcpondit, Presque luiit.’ “Bien,” rcprit le roi, je desire respecter vos scrupules; per-mettez, done, qu’on creuse la fosse douze pieds de profondeur,—e’est qratre pieds au-dessous de votre terre sainte—et jiermettez qu’on l’v enterre.” Mary Talbot, ’07. La tragedienne, Rachel, en donnant une lecture devant le due de Wellington apercut que toute son auditoire ignorait le francais, excepte le due lui-memc. Elle continua, cependant, pensant que le due la comprenait. Quand elle avait fini, il lui dit. “Bien. nos hotes ont un grand avantage sur moi; ils avaient le plaisir de vous entendre,—(plant a moi, je suis sourd comme un pot.” Berenice Radford. ?07. THEN A S AKA II L ALTHOUGH custom, dress and manners change, people remain the same. The schoolboy of Caesar's time was, despite the difference in language, dress and climate, not so vastly different from the schoolboy of the twentieth century. In those days a Roman schoolroom, or more properly, colonnade opening out upon the fields or roads, was a few moments before school opened a scene of confusion and uproar. Noisily and without restraint, the boys gathered in groups, laughed, talked, quarreled or played. All at once, upon a signal from one who had heard the teacher’s footsteps, there was a sudden lull and a scampering of sandaled feet. A second later, upon the “magister’s” entrance, he saw not a noisy, romping set of youngsters, but as studious, sober and well-behaved group of youths as heart could wish- Times have not changed. If the teacher is delayed after the last bell now, the pupils continue laughing and chatting until the warning cry of Here she comes!” sends them all dying to their seats to seize a book. The recitation also discloses points of similarity. The Roman teachers, too, passed over the eager, snapping fingers of pupils, ready with an answer, to call on an unprepared culprit, shrinking shamefaced behind his fellow students. Impatient, snapping fingers, dubiously shaking hands and heads, eager, twisting and turning in the seats, and accusing looks and whispers soon told the pupil reciting then, as well as now, when he was going wrong. The youth nearest the shortcomer, likewise, proved a “friend in need,” as, with eyes fastened on the teacher’s face, he slyly whispered through motionless lips the forgotten word. Too, the Roman boys gave vent to their pent up, mischievous feelings in slyly twiching a reciting pupils toga, or in attracting his attention by uncertain, suspicious movements. The same spirit of mischief prevailed then as now; only with us it has grown some, perhaps. N D NOW kaCH, ’07. 73 A point of difference, however, in the two schools is the dress. The snow-white toga, bordered with red, l as been displaced by white vests and darker colored coats and trousers. Black and tan half shoes with pointed toes and high heels have taken the place of the simple sandals. Instead of the bracelet and chain which hung on the Roman boy’s neck, we find in the modern boy’s pocket a watch and fob. Instead of the bulla the boys of today deck the lapels of their coats and the edges ‘of their breast pockets with various and often borrowed pins. In each case is displayed a vanity equal to any girl’s. The same impulse which prompted the Roman boy to pat and straighten his toga every little while, to change the position of his bulla, or to draw his tunic closer, incites our schoolboy to give his tie a sudden jerk, frequently to refer to his watch, and occasionally to run his fingers through his hair to see if the part is straight. The modes of reward in those days and in our own also differed. While in both cases the meritorious pupil received praise, in Caesar’s time this praise was accompanied with merely a laurel wreath which, to the young Roman, symbolized the height of his amibtion—applause and power in the senate, victory on the battle field, success in the chariot race, or first and highest place of honor in the world’s most renowned city. To the American boy, the mere symbols of fame and glory mean nothing; he wants something more tangible; something of which at the present time he can realize the value. His reward must be money, a gold medal, a silver cup, a something of intrinsic value. But the spirit displayed in the contests is the same. The old adage, To the victor belong the spoils,” is verified in both ages. The judges, the teacher, the pupils, yes, even the defeated contestants, are ready and willing to give the reward, together with their most hearty congratulations, to him whose intellectuality and industry have shown themselves superior to that of his opponents. AENEAS TO DIDO 74 Helen D. Clakk, ’07. Rook I, Lines 549-609. THEN thus spoke Aeneas, the Trojan, to Dido: “Now I am before thee, the one thou art seeking; Aeneas, snatched out from the Libyan waters. O, thou who dost pity our terrible labors, Who pitiest us, overcome by misfortune Of land and of sea, and left destitute here Of home and companions, we have not the power, (Nor does it exist in our wide-scattered race) To bring thee rewards that are fitting and worthy. If, then, we are pious, and gods do respect us. If justice there may be, minds conscious of right. The great gods will seek to bestow what is due thee. O, what age so happy, what parents so blessed Have borne thee. Queen Dido? As long as the shadows climb over the mountains. As long as the rivers flow into the sea, As long as the bright stars shall feed in the heavens, So long will thy name and thy fame live with me.” ILIAD I, VERSES 35-52 Mary Leitch, ’07. Unto the child of fair-hair’d Leto, Apollo the master Offer’d his earnest prayer in sweet supplication the Elder. Hear me, Silver-bow'd one, who hast protected Chrysa, Sacred Cilia, and Tenedos rul'd with the might of thy power. Smintheus, if ever I have builded to thee graceful temples, Or if, indeed, ever burned on altar the fat thigh pieces Either of goats or of oxen, a boon then, grant to me pleading. Let all the haughty Achaeans atone for my tears by thy weapons.” Thus spake he in a prayer, and hearkened Phoebus Apollo. Down then he came from the crest of Olympus with heart full of anger. Slung on his shoulders were bow and a quiver, ends of it cover’d; Clang’d in the quiver all of the arrows that hung from his shoulders, When he wrathfully pass’d on his way; and he went as the darkness. Forthwith apart from the ships sat he. in their midst shot an arrow; Great was the clamor arous’d by the shaft out of silver constructed. First they were hurl’d ’pon the beasts of the camp-ground, asses and greyhounds, Then ’gainst the soldiers sent he his sharp-pointed missiles to hit them; Always funeral pyres of the dead burn’d numberless ’mongst them. A L C U I N , AND THE, MATHEMATICS OF HIS TIME Amelia Frauens, '08. II’ wc wish to understand the influence of Alcuin and the mathematics of his time, we must realize, as did Charlemagne, the dense ignorance of the people of that age. This great conqueror, after establishing his empire, determined to educate his subjects as far as possible; in those days of war and conquest he could find but one man who knew enough of the old learning and sciences to undertake this great work. That one was Albinus Flaccus, commonly known as Alcuin, an abbot of Canterbury. Him the emperor most earnestly urged and finally induced to come to his court. This eminent ecclesiastic, destined to become a great reviver of learning, was born in England in 735 A. I). He was educated at ork under Archbishop Egbert, on whose business he was sent to Rome at an early age. On the homeward journey he met Charlemagne, to whose court he then went, to begin the great work of uplifting the people. At Alenin's suggestion, the emperor ordered that a school be opened in every convent and monastery of his land, and that no difference should be made between the sons of serfs and of free men” The teacher himself conducted the Palace School, which the emperor, the royal family, and the nobles attended. The studies pursued were rhetoric, logic, divinity and mathematics. Nominally the latter included arithmetic and geometry, with their applications, especially to music and astronomy, but in fact,” says W. W. R. Ball, “it rarely meant more than arithmetic sufficient to keep one’s accounts, music for church services, geometry for purpose of land-surveying and astronomy sufficient for calculating church fasts and feasts.” The extent of this study can best be shown by the fact that during the ninth and tenth centuries all the mathematics taught was confined to the geometry and arithmetic of Boethius, the use of the abacus, and the multiplication table. Because Britain and, in fact, a good part of Charlemagne’s dominions, had at one time been included in the Roman empire, it was natural that the works used were Roman. Anicius Manlius Boethius, on whose writings the teachings of early medieval mathematics were founded, was born in 475. and was the last Roman of note who studied Greek civilization. Ilis Geometry” consists of enunciations of the first book of Euclid and of a few selected propositions in the third and fourth books, with numerous practical applications to finding areas. There is also an appendix, in which he gives proofs of the first three propositions to show that the enunciations may be relied upon. His Arithmetic” is founded upon that of Nicomachus, a Jew, 4vho was born in Gerasa in 50 A. D- A Latin translation of the book remained an authority until the time of Boethius, whose work upon it became the recognized text book of the Middle Ages. The object of the book, according to Nicomachus, is the study of the properties of num- bers, particularly their ratios. He begins with the distinctions between even, odd, prime and perfect numbers, then discusses frac- 75 lions rather clumsily, next turns to polygonal and solid numbers, and finally treats of ratio, proportion and progression. An instrument which developed into the abacus, practically the only system of numeration in Greece, Rome and during the early Middle Ages, was known and in use among the ancient Etruscans, Egyptians, Hindoos. Chinese and Mexicans, and is still used in Russia, China and Japan. In its simplest form the abacus consists of a wooden frame with a number of wires placed in it. To represent a number, as many counters are put on the first wire as there are units, as many on the second as there are tens, and so on (thus the illustration represents the number 13.205. It is evident that this principle could be applied in counting, also in addition and subtraction. The Greek and Roman abaci were more elaborate, and arranged so that fractions also could be added. They were commonly made to represent numbers as high as 100,000,000. The abacus could also be used to a degree in multiplication and division, but results in these processes were generally obtained by repeated additions and subtractions. Thus, as late as 944, a certain mathematician who desired to multiply 400 by 5 found the result by addition. By Alcuin’s time, the multiplication table was only partially and very imperfectly developed. Mathematics, principally arithmetic, as it was taught in the cloisters (it was wholly neglected in the few castle schools) was intended to make one keen and quick witted, and to train the clergy in argumentation. Hence arose a mass of catch problems, those intended for argument, containing some trick of language. For example, the famous one about the widow to whom the dying husband left two-thirds of his property if the posthumous child should be a girl, and one-third if it should be a boy, the remainder in either case to the child; twins, one of each sex, being born, made it necessary to divide the property. A further example of these puzzles follows: Two men bought some swine for 100 solidi, at the rate of 5 swine for 2 solidi: they divided the swine, sold them at the same rate at which they brought them and yet received a profit How could this happen?” The puzzle is unraveled by seeing that the swine were of different values. There were 120 H- sold at 2 for i solidus, 120 at 3 for 1 solidus, so that 5 went for 2 solidi as before, 120 good ones therefore brought 60 solidi, and 120 poorer ones 40 solidi, so the dealers had their 100 solidi and still had 10 swine left by way of profit. Thus mathematics was taught for the purpose of computing dates, as a “whetstone of wit,” and as a purely utilitarian subject of value in trade. This third purpose developed into the chief cause of the rise of inathe- ♦From “Teaching of Elementary Mathematics,” by David E. Si DRAWING A STRAIGHT LINE Elizabeth JUST after the invention of the steam engine, a much sought after invention was one which could, by linkwork alone, produce a straight line. Lieutenant A. Peaucellier, a talented French army officer, worked on the project from 1864 to 1873; he finally completed what is known as Peauccllicr's cell. He was assisted in the geometrical development of the theory of linkage by another eminent mathematician of his time, James J. Sylvester. The construction is very simple. In the figure below, A D, B D, B F, A F, A C, B C, and O F are stiff bars, pivoted at A, D, B, F, and C. C and O arc fixed in such a position that O F equals O C. A marker of some sort is unities during the latter Middle Ages. As trade and commerce grew, the realization of the inadequacy of the business courses in the church schools and of the unsatisfactory attempts at teaching mathematics, led to the establishment of lay schools, the “Re-chenschulen,” “arithmetic schools, so-called, which are responsible for many business problems, now obsolete, such as partnership involving time. mith. WITHOUT A STRAIGHT EDGE M. Jack, ’07. fastened at D. Now if F is moved about O, describing F' F, A and B describing B' B, point D describes straight line D' D. The dotted lines show another position of the machine. The proof that D' D is a straight line follows. If () be a fixed point and C a movable point on a circle, and D be a point on O C produced such that O C O D is a constant, then D moves in a straight line- Produce diameter O R indefinitely. Drop to it a perpendicular from D, calling the point of intersection G. Connect C and R by a straight line. Now in right triangles OCR and O G D, angle C O R—D O G. Therefore the triangles are similar. Then O C : O G :: O R : O D, or O C ■ O D = O G O R. Now move D to another position, calling this position D C moving to C'. Drop a perpendicular from D to O G, calling the intersection G', and connect C' and R. Then right triangles O G' D' and O C' R are similar. [Two right triangles having an acute angle of one equal to the homologous angle of the other are similar.] And O D'rO R::0 G'rO C' or O D':Q C-O R:Q G'. But by hyp. the products O C : O D and O D' : O C' are constant. Therefore O R : O G = O R : O C, or O G = O G', Then since O G = O G D' G' must coincide with D G, and D moves in a straight line perpendicular to the line O G at G. Applying this proof to the first figure we have: By the conditions of the construction C B = A C. Then a perpendicular to the base A B of isosceles triangle A B C at its middle point would pass through C. But since the diagonals of a rhombus bisect each other at right angles this perpendicular will coincide with D F, and the three points, D, F, and C, will always be in a straight line. Since A E is perpendicular to C E, E F is the projection of A F in triangle A F C on side F C. Then in triangle AFC, AC A.FM-FC 2FE CF. I Square of side of a triangle opp. obtuse angle, etc.] Transposing, AC AFS CF f 2FE CF. factoring the second member AC —AF CF (CF 2FK). But since the diag. of a rhombus bisect each other, D E = E F. 2 E F = D F. And C F + 2 E F = C D .'.AC -AF = C F • C D. But A F and A C are stiff bars, and their squares will remain constant. C F C D = a constant and D will move in a straight line, D' D. The work in linkage did not stop with this device, however. A. B. Kempe, at about the same time, arranged a device for bisecting a triangle; while some one else (there seems to be no record of who it was) invented solid linkage—that is, link motion in other than the same plane or parallel planes. There is, at present, no practical value in the various linkage devices. Pcaucellier's cell was originally intended for use in a steam engine, but was, of course, long ago replaced by more useful contrivances. ALGEBRAIC AND GEOMETRIC FALLACIES J. L. Frank, ’09. MATHEMATICS can do that which most sciences cannot; it can prove, seemingly without a doubt, a really untrue statement. Of course, in these peculiar proofs there arc flaws, which, if found, will destroy the force of the argument; but often these holes are so ingeniously hidden that a great deal of study is necessary to expose them. One of the oldest and easiest falacies, which should be understood by every algebra student, is the proof that 2=l. Suppose that a = b. Then ab = a2 and ab - b = a2-1)2. Factoring b (a - b) = (a + b) (a - b). Canceling (a - b) b=a+b=2b-As b = 2 b. Dividing by b . . 1=2. The proof is easily seen to be faulty, in that we cannot deal as we have done, with quantities which amount to o, as a - b when a and b arc equal. The accompanying proof that I =— I, those who have not had third term algebra may have difficulty in following: The fault here lies in the second and third statements. So much for algebraic examples. Let us now prove that a right angle is equal to an angle which is greater than a right angle. Let A B C D be a rectangle- From A draw a line A E equal to A B or D C, making an acute angle with A B. Draw C E. Draw perpendicular bisectors H O and K O, of C B and C E We can write = 1TTin =1T=F this form, d) ' rr +r (v )2 = (rr) (2) (3) - = • respectively. Since C B and C E are not parallel, H O and K O meet, say at O. Join () A, O E. O C, and O D. The triangles O D C and O A E arc equal in all respects. For, since K O bisects C E and is perpendicular, we have O C = O E. Similarly, since II O bisects C B and D A and is perpendicular to them, O D = O A. Also, by construction D C = A E. Therefore triangles O D C and O A E are equal, for three sides of one equals, respectively, three sides of the other. Hence, angle O D C = angle O A E. Again, since H O both bisects D A and is perpendicular to it, we have angle O D A equal to O A D. Hence, angle ADC (which is the difference of O 1) C and O D A) is equal to angle D A E (which is the difference of O A E and O A D). But A D C is a right angle and D A E is necessarily greater than a right angle. Thus the result is absurd. c h i Another proof which is equally impossible is that every triangle is isosceles. Let A B C be any triangle- Draw D O. the perpendicular bisector to B C. Bisect angle B A C by A O. Now if D O and A O do not meet, they are parallel. If they do meet, let it be at O. Draw O E and O F perpendicular to A C and A B. respectively. Join O B and O C. Let us consider the case where O is inside the triangle, although it can be proved as easily where it lies outside. In this case E falls on A C and F on A B. The triangles A O F and A O E arc equal; since A O is common, angle O A F = angle O A E and angle O 1 A — angle O K A. lienee, A F = A K. Also, the triangles F O F and C O E are equal; since O D bisects B C at right angles, therefore O H = O C; also, since the triangles A O F and A O E are equal, we have O F = O E; lastly, the angles at F and E are right angles. Therefore, the triangles B O F and COE arc equal. Hence, F B = E C. . „ Therefore, A F + F B — A E + E C or A B — A C. Many other proofs of things as foolish, among which is, a part of a line is equal to the whole line, and also, if two opposite sides of a quadrilateral are equal, the other two sides must be parallel, might be shown; but let the two given above suffice to show that the usefulness of mathematics is not confined to facts alone. The great many problems of this nature form a phase of the great study, which is not at all the least interesting of the many branches- DEVELOPMENT OF SURFACES John C. Mussklman, ’08 MECHANICAL drawing deals with architecture, civil engineering and draughting. Since it trains the imagination and stimulates habits in its accuracy, the boy or girl who finishes only one year is greatly benefited; one who finishes the high school course is fitted for a position as an assistant civil engineer or architect. The work in the above cut is one of the first plates of the work of the second term, first year. Preceding this plate are “Geometrical Problems,” “Orthographic Projections of Points and Lines,” and “Orthographic Projections of Solids.” The last plate mentioned shows the different views of solids, which are placed at certain angles. The “Orthographic Projections of Solids' leads the way and lays the foundation of the plate, which we will discuss. Let these two interesting solids be two sewers, the cylinder, a manhole in the street, and the cone, a sewer-pipe running in at 30 degrees. We first have three views—one, looking down the manhole; another, looking at the two from a distance; a third, looking into the sewer that leads into the manhole. By the aid of the elements and projections, we get the different curves and ellipses. The first part of this drawing is still orthographies. In the lower left hand corner of the plate we have the surface of the cylinder, or manhole unfolded. The irregular circle in the center is the shape of the intersection made by the conical sewer. If the sewer were made of iron, it would be impossible to unroll it. but by cutting the surface out of tin, we could easily trace the curve on the pipe. To the right, we have the conical pipe unfolded. All of these details lead up to engine details and architecture-The work so develops the imagination that from the description the pupil can soon work out finished drawings of machines and inventions. As the work progresses, the student becomes more interested. He soon admires good, clear work; he takes pride in doing all his work the neatest. This develops a careful draughtsman. A competent workman, who has a good imagination and is skillful with his instruments, can easily get a position as an architectural draughtsman. f to n xn REMINISCENCES OF KANSAS CITY Adklla Pepper, ’08. IT is not often that one chances to hear interesting and accurate accounts of early local history. In the rush and turmoil of daily existence, greatest consideration is given to the present; in the minds of most practical, busy people, the past is past. There are a few vigorous-minded old people, however, who have lived in Kansas City all their lives, and whose memories concerning early history are remarkably fresh and vivid. We have such a one among us, our worthy matron, Mrs. G. B. Wheeler. Her early life was spent in Jackson County, Missouri. near the heart of what is now a large and prosperous city. When Mrs. Wheeler was a child she lived with her widowed mother and her three small sisters on a farm, situated on Ninth street, between Main and Wyandotte. It was surrounded by large forest trees—walnut, pawpaw, and hickory. Their water supply was a well—one of the old oaken bucket style. When it got low they carried water from a spring near where the city market now is. Someone has said that this very spring was built up in the wall of the market building, and that if it were released, it would rush forth again in all its clear, cold abundance. One day the mother of the family was called to Independence on a business trip. She was to have returned the next day, but during the night a severe rainstorm came up, causing the Blue to overflow its banks. There were no bridges or boats by which the treacherous stream might be crossed. The rain continuing, it was a whole week before the water subsided so she could get across. One day during her absence, the children looked up through the woods, about where Eleventh street is now. and saw a band of wild Indians, dressed in blankets, paint and feathers, coming towards the house. The oldest child seized her two sisters, shut and barred the door, and fled to the cellar. Of course, the baby was frightened, as they all were, but they stifled their cries so the Indians would not find them. Some time after that a band of savages camped near the house. One morning the chief came with a black tin bucket, and wanted to trade it for the baby sister. He wanted her for a papoose because her hair and eyes were black. Finally, however, the tribe changed its camping place; the entire family was relieved. As time went on, the little hamlet began to take on village airs. Now and then a new family would come. In the family of one new neighbor was a barefoot boy who had a propensity for mounting a pile of boards to speak to an imaginary audience-In after years, when he was elected president of the Kansas City Commercial Club, it was said of him: “He is never at a loss for a word. He is always ready.” No doubt his back yard speechmaking served as a foundation for his later success. The simple lives of these early settlers were not wholly devoid of excitement. A great event came seldom, it is true, but when it did come, the people “took it so hard” that it lasted as material for discussion and gossip for many months. Once a circus came to town—a circus with a real live elephant in its traini The caravan passed along the road to the river, where it was supposed to cross. Nothing but a flat boat was available for trails portation, so it was decided that the elephant should swim the river. Apparently, there was no quick way of spreading the news, yet the entire community assembled at the river bank to see the swimming. One of the first religious services in Mrs. Wheeler's memory was held under the big trees near Sixth and Wyandotte streets. Planks were laid across logs for seats- If a steamboat whistle happened to blow during a Sunday service, nearly all the men and boys would grab their hats and start on a run toward the river, leaving the unfortunate minister with an audience of a few women and children and many empty seats. One day two covered wagons drove up the big road (Main street) and stopped at Mrs. Wheeler’s gate. The occupants were friends from an adjoining county who had planned to “come to the city” to make preparations for an overland trip to the California gold fields. Several busy weeks elapsed, during which every woman was busy making calico dresses, gingham aprons, and sun bonnets. Wagon covers were also necessary. These were made of osnabnrg, with seams all overlapped the same way “to turn the water.” The most interesting part of the children’s garments were the pockets. There were pockets in every dress and every apron; these to put the gold in, when they found it, of course. One bright morning the wagon started to join the great caravan that was camped out beyond Westport. That was the last ever heard of them. They no doubt either perished of hunger with hundreds of others, were killed by the Indians, or fell when the Asiatic cholera crawled up on the plains to follow the wagon trains from the river to the Rockies. The first school Mrs. Wheeler attended was on a high hill, about where Sixth or Seventh and Grand avenue now is. A part of this hill may yet be seen opposite the Midland hotel. This schoolhouse was built of logs, with a clapboard roof, and had only one room. There was but one window. The seats, made of split logs, flat side up, were supported by four wooden pegs. The pupils were all sizes, ranging from boys of six feet to little tots of six years. The furniture of the room was a wood stove (the kind that sent all the heat up the stove pipe), a blackboard on the wall, and a teacher’s desk, while back in the corner was a chair with no back, used to hold a bucket of water, and a gourd to drink from. On Friday afternoons, the parents would be amazed at the wonderful progress made, while the teacher would extol the merits of his pupils to them- “Studying out loud” was an exercise used then to give vent to childish energy. Large and small, old and young, seemed to vie with each other in seeing how much noise they could make. Arithmetic, geography, history, and grammar were jumbled together in an unintelligible murmur. Much is being said now about placing tablets to mark historic spots. It would certainly be most titling that a marker be placed on the spot where stood the first schoolhouse in Kansas City. There are some high school pupils, as well as some business men. whose grandparents were pupils in this school; yes, and a few of these grandparents are still residents of this city, view- ing with amazement the progress made in the cause of education since they trudged over the hills and through the woods to the little log schoolhouse. These arc a few of Mrs. Wheeler's reminiscences—disconnected, perhaps, as arc most memories conjured out of the shadowy long ago; nevertheless, they may give the young people of metropolitan Kanas City some idea of what the little village on the river was like, “auld lang syne. PINDAR Florence F. PINDAR, greatest of Ivric poets, was born at Thebes of Boetia. in 522 B. C. Coming of a noble family, the aristocratic note sounds clearly throughout his poems. Stories are told of his early career; how he was defeated by Corinna, whose fair face and sweet Boetian brogue won her the victory, and how the same Corinna warned him against overcrowding his poems with mythological figures, summing up her advice in the home proverb, Sow with the hand and not with the whole sack.” He began his career as a local poet early in life. His first poem, the Tenth Pythian,” is thought to have been written when he was but twenty years old. From that time forth his fame grew and commissions came to him from every part of Greece. As was the wont of lyric poets, he traveled far and wide in the exercise of his art. though doubtless he often sent his song instead of going himself. Everywhere lie was received with honor and esteem; even the immortal gods themselves are thought to have shown him special favor by sending him the boon of a swift and easy death, while resting in the lap of his favorite in the theater of Argos. Pindar was a reserved and self-contained man. He was proud of his lineage, and he was proud of Thebes. Still, we do not find in his verse such warlike notes of patriotism as in Aeschylus, for Pindar was bound by birth to the cause of Thebes, which was the cause of the invader, Xerxes. However, as the issue of the war interpreted to him the meaning of the struggle, his praise of Athens, the violet-wreathed.” the stay of Hellas,” was a tribute received proudly- The Thebans are said to have fined him heavily for the praise of their enemy, but Athens more than made good the loss. Long afterward, when the Macedonian soldiery sacked Thebes, Alexander, grateful for a like honor which Pindar had done to an ancestor of his, “—bid spare The house of Pindarits, when temple and tower Went to the ground.” Pindar had a strong belief in the supreme perfection of his own song. However, we must not censure this sure confidence in his abilities, for, truly, he was a consummate master of lyric Fleming, ’08. poetry. The fragments of Ins verse—hymns, paeans, songs for the dance, dithyrambs, choruses for the virgins, songs of praise— all these proclaim the breadth of his genius, the height of which we must estimate by the one group of verses which have been preserved entire to us, the Songs of Victory, written to celebrate the successful contestants in the national games of Greece. The actual victory which gave occasion for the ode is seldom treated ac length or in detail. Pindar's method is to take some heroic myth connected with the victor's city or family and, after a brief prelude, to enter on this, returning at the close, as a rule, to the subject of the victor's merit or good fortune, in the meanwhile interspersing the whole with moral comment. The theme is no narrow theme as it is handled by this great lyrist. Every ode reaches back into the past, and brings forth from that rich treasury some talc of courage or achievement, some romantic adventure, some story of love. He then reconstructs it, dominating the whole by his strong personality, by his strong belief in his genius as the gift of God. He seldom deals with physical prowess alone, but raises the temporary victory to the high level of the eternal prevalence of the beautiful and the good over the foul and the base;” the victor himself is transfigured into a glorious personification of his race, and the present is reflected. magnified, illuminated in the mirror of the mythic past.” Thus he took the occasion of the national festivals to place before the Hellenes greater hopes, higher ideals, loftier standards of living. But not only does Pindar sing of lofty subjects, but he clothes his thoughts in the most original and symmetrical of forms. Matthew Arnold calls Pindar the poet on whom above all other poets the power of style seems to have exercised an inspiring and intoxicating effect;” and style cannot be transferred entire. No rendering can give the form and hue of the Greek words, or reproduce the varied rhythm and sweeping movement of his poems. However, no one can read Pindar, even in a translation, without recognizing the work of a supreme genius, who, rising in the consciousness of his own strength, burst forth in that impassioned song which has echoed and re-echoed down the ages, and still calls to the lovers of poetry, Come ye here to the waters.” H I S;T ORY AND DEVELOPMENT OF ARGENTINA Dwight H. Muckley, ’08. I PURPOSE in this paper to chronicle the events in the history of Argentina, from the landing of Juan de Solis on the north bank of the great Platte river in 1516 to the present day. 1 shall, as far as possible, state the causes and effects of these main events. 1 shall endeavor in mentioning those causes and effects to give the reader a general idea of the nature and condition of the country, and of the temperament and character of the people- It is also my intention to leave with the reader a clear and striking idea of the present outlook and development of the Republic. Although the religious and political conditions will of necessity enter into the discussion, I shall confine myself as far as expedient to the economical situations. The daring voyage of Columbus opened the eyes of Spain and Portugal to wonderful opportunities. They were the great world-colonizers at that time, and on the strength of this recognized fact, and with the concurrence of the Pope, negotiated a treaty in which the entire globe was divided between the two countries. Within the next half century the southern part of North America and the northern and western parts of South America had been fairly well settled. Piqued at Portugal’s discovery of the Brazilian coast in 1500, the Castilian government sent out Juan Diaz dc Solis in 1516, who sailed south along the eastern coast of South America to the estuary of the Plate, upon the northern bank of which he disembarked. He and several of his party were immediately set upon by a ferocious tribe of Indians and devoured in sight of their companions on shipboard. In 1526 the great navigator, Sebastian Cabot, ascended the Parana river as far as the present site of Asuncion in the search of a country full of gold and silver. His provisions failed, however, and he was forced to turn back. This failure did not discourage future expeditions. Buenos Ayres was founded in 1533 by Mendoza, but was abandoned in 1537. It was re-established in 1542 by Cebesa de Vaca. For one year only could the inhabitants withstand the incessant attacks of the savages, when they again abandoned Buenos Ayres, which was not permanently settled until 1580 by Juan de Garay. Meanwhile Asuncion had been founded in 1537 and Santa Fe in 1573- The Spanish conquerors of Peru, entering the immense plain from the north, had also founded Tucuman (1565) and Cordova (15 3). In 1559 Hurtado de Mendoza crossed the Andes and founded the prosperous city of Mendoza. Thus two streams of Spanish conquest, one from the east, one from the west, were drawing together to give the mother country a firm hold on Argentina- Having succeeded in possessing herself of the country, Spain considered it proper to exploit its products merely in the interests of a few Cadiz merchants and the crown. Accordingly vice-royalties were established and despotic governors sent to rule in South America. The Argentine land became a dependency of the viccroyalty of Peru. Exportation or importation, except by a few favorites, became a crime. Commerce was strangled. The people came to understand that a government had the right to restrict commerce for its own advantage, and to this day they value a political ofiice more than a civilian’s occupation. Throughout the seventeenth century Spain continued to regulate the commerce with varying severity. Buenos Ayres was made a separate province. The governors of the new province were, with one exception, Spaniards direct from Spain. This exception was a Creole, by name Hernandarias. As a subduer of the Indians and a governor, he became the greatest man in the province. The Portuguese settled opposite Buenos Ayres in 1680, thus scuring a hold on the Plate estuary. This port, Colonia, became a menace not only to Spanish commerce, but also to Spain’s future acquisition of Uruguay. Her attempt to secure the growing trade of Argentina from the Dutch and English by rational trade laws failed. For the growth of population and extension of territory made the merchants more powerful and less fearful of imposition. Thus concessions were forced in 1774, when free trade was allowed between several American posts. This led the way to a revolution in Spain’s colonial system in the establishment of the Viccroyalty of Buenos Ayres, comprising the territory which has ince become Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, and Argentina- One of the main causes for this new Viceroyalty was the threatening attitude of Portugal The endeavor of the first Viceroy, Zcballos, to extend Spanish jurisdiction led to Portugal’s recognition of Spain’s right to Uruguay and the Missions. The new government gave the governors financial independence, thus nourishing the germ which later led to the revolution. The commercial conditions of Buenos Ayres were bettered by the establishment of free trade with Spain and the exports increased in 1796 to five million dollars annually. This commercial growth was accompanied by an enlargement of the population, making Buenos Ayres the first district in importance of the Viccroyalty. The influence of the Viceroys was, however, decreasing, while the Cadiz merchants were rapidly losing their monopoly of trade. England’s European wars led her to covet colonics in South Africa and South America. Yet, although England at first gained possession of the whole Plate estuary, the popular enthusiasm became aroused and she was forced to evacuate. This victory led the Creoles to refuse to acknowledge Joseph Bonaparte as king of Spain in 1808. Complications increased until on May 25, 1810 (now regarded as the day launching Argentine independence), a council of leading Creoles was formed under the title of the Provisional government of the provinces of the Rio de la Plata. This council was replaced in 1814 by a “Supreme Board of the United Provinces,” under the virtual control of one man, Antonio de Posados. who the year previous had been made dictator. A bloody war with the Spanish adherents resulted in the final separation of the province from the mother country and the inaugura- tion of Payridon as the first president on July 9, 1816. The victorious campaign of General Sam Martin against Lima itself, and the successes of the republican forces at Chacabuco, Maypu, and on the Amazon at Ayacucho, firmly established the freedom of South America from the Spanish yoke. In January, 1825, the present Argentine Republic was formed and a constitution decreed. Although England immediately acknowledged the independence of the country, Spain did not formally do so until 1842. The final consolidation of the Republic was attained only after forty years of civil strife, during which the Unitarians, under the leadership of such men as Rivadavia, atempted to establish a strong central government. The first civil war was caused by Jose Artigas, a fierce chieftain of Uruguay, who refused to accept the concessions offered by the oligarchy at Buenos Ayres. This bloody war led to a general decentralization of the Republic and to an end to the Buenos Ayres hegemony. Rivadavia now came into power to be defeated in 1826 by Lopez. The federalists continued to rule until the Unitarians, under General Lavalle, relieved from the war in the Banda Oriental, obtained the reins of government until 1829, when General Rosas, who had raised an army among his fierce fellow plainsmen, fell upon Lavalle, defeated his army, and made himself virtual dictator in 1835. Then he established a ‘‘reign of terror,” such as the Argentines had never experienced. Hundreds of people were killed for merely political reasons. This tyranny estranged his own friends, and in 1852 his right arm in the field, General Urquiza, after three failures to displace Rosas, routed his army ten miles from Buenos Ayres. Rosas’ reign had opened the eyes of the nation to the value of peace and consolidation under a federal constitution. Such a constitution was adopted in 1853 in imitation of that of the United States. The pre-eminence of Buenos Ayres in wealth and population kept her from joining Urquiaz's confederation, in which the other provinces had equal consideration. Thus several years of occasional strife followed, resulting in a satisfactory union in 1861. The Republic has since grown stronger and more fit for self-government. During these internal dissensions, Argentina was hampered in her development by external troubles. She supported the inhabitants of the Oriental Republic against Brazil from 1826 to 1828. This dispute ended in both countries recognizing Uruguay an independent republic. In 1865 Lopez, the brutal and despotic dictator of Paraguay, who was engaged in a war with Brazil, insulted the neutrality of Argentina, and she allied herself with Brazil. The war ended by the defeat of Lopez, who was hanged in 1870. The assassination of Urquiza on the 12th of April launched a rebellion which was quelled by the government in 1873. Tranquility has since existed in Entre Rios- The settlement of the boundary dispute with Chili secured to the Republic Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego. At this time Julio Roca was earning' fame through his Indian conquests. His successes in this line secured him the presidency in 1880, though not without a civic struggle. During his adntinis- (Editor’s Note—This essay won the second prize in tration the trade and commerce of the Republic fairly boomed.” In all it was the most successful administration in the history of Argentina. During the decade 1880-1890 the currency had been gradually corrupted by the President and his officials, until in 1889 the country was swept by financial ruin. President Cclman was forced by popular feeling to resign. The efforts of his immediate succcsors, Dr. Pcllcgrim and Dr. Saenz-Pena, to restore a firm financial basis were incompletely successful because of the frequent political disturbances at the provincial capitals- The re-election of General Roca was indeed a wise move for Argentina; for he immediately instigated a reform, both political and commercial, which promises a rich harvest. By worthy officials and beneficial administration, Argentina has been made one of the most productive of secondary powers. Her total area of about 1,114,000 square miles, extending through 2,100 miles of latitude and 1,000 miles of longitude, mountainous and arid in the extreme western section, level and fertile in the central and eastern, well watered by great river systems, offers untold opportunities for development. Thousands of immigrants arc annually transported free of charge to any part of the Republic they wish. Already through this immigration the Argentine industries and commerce have been greatly enlarged. Its great length offers to the foreigner any degree of climate or any kind of soil he may wish. The north is the great wooded section. Directly south begins the pampas and still farther south is Patagonia, thousands of acres of which are still unsettled and uncultivated. Stock-raising on these fertile plains has become a very important industry. In sheep-raising. Argentina leads the world. This industry, together with the raising of wheat, corn, flax, barley, sugar cane, tobacco, and cotton has raised Argentina to the first rank in agriculture and commerce. The tendency in manufacture is to use the raw products of the country. This has relieved the Republic from paying tribute to foreign nations for necessary articles. The national industries, according to importance. are food products, clothing industry, building industry, fur niture and household goods, art and ornaments, metallic products, chemicals, printing trades, etc. The flour mills employ a capital of $20,000,000; the meat packing houses $22,000,000; the sugar interests $17,000,000: and the wine and beermaking establishments $16,500,000. Electric light and power plants, mines and smelting works are also well capitalized. The vast shipping interests and over 1,000 miles of railways offer convenient transportation for both raw and manufactured products. They go, in general, to supply the home demand. The imports of 1903 amounted to $113,-206,600, the exports to $220,984,524. The important fact concerning the agriculture, manufacturing, commerce, railways, and shipping of Argentina is that they have grown and are growing at a wonderful rate. This country, temperate in climate and drained by the great I’late river and its tributaries, is destined to become one of the most important factors in the economical progress of the American continent. the Shanklin contest.) F H. Ayres. IT. H. Berger, George Brasher, Kvan S. Connell. Arvld Prank, Harold E. Richards, Scott Young. B. W. Byers, Hale S. Cook. Irwin L. Cheney, Arthur C. Eldred, S. J. Clausen. Edgar D. Farney, Clarence Connor, E. M. Fields. Joseph E. Brown. Clarenco Hucke, P. W. Bruckmlller. Charles Wilhelm, Harry Ghormlcy, Lowrle E. McClure, Earl E. Goldman, George H. MacCurdy, Frank N. Harper, Dudley C. Monk. David R. Hawkins, Raymond I. Moore, Jacque leRoy McCleery, Vornon C. Pai William Sadler. rvan Slegrlst, F. D. Walker, Jr. Edward Taylor, - — - — w «| tr ( Harry C. Stickler, President, Frank N. Harper. Vice-President, Dudley C. Monk. Secretary, Jos. E. Brown. Treasurer, Edgar Farney. Sergeant-at-Arms, Jacque L. McClecry. Recorder, Raymond Moore. Executive I Homer Berger, Chairman. Committee. } George McCurdy. Critic, A. F. Ayers. THE, KELVIN CLUB Irwin L. Cheney, ’07. DURING the past year, the Kelvin Club has, as in former years, tried to adhere to the original intentions of its organizers; to make it a cosmopolitan club by which the interests of science in Central High School may be advanced. Looking back over the year’s work, we feel that the original purpose of the club has been well carried out. We have succeeded in making the study of science a pleasure to some, instead of a bugbear, and we have demonstrated to the school at large, by our hall program. that we work along a line that is full of interest to everyone. Our regular programs are divided into two classes: those consisting of lectures given by teachers, professional men. and men employed in the application of science to the arts; and those consisting of talks given by club members. The lectures by non-members of the club are always on subjects that will appeal to everyone because of their nearness to hand and because they are illustrated by lantern slides, experiments, or as in the case of a lecture on refrigeration, by a visit to a plant (on that particular occasion the Merchant’s Refrigerating Co.’s plant), operating on the principle explained in the lecture. The size of the room in which the club meets being such that everyone can see and hear all that happens, coupled with the fact that the lecturer is always willing to answer any questions on the subject that he may not have touched upon, makes everyone feel as if he were having a private interview with the speaker. When the program is to be given by students the program committee notifies them on what date to be prepared. I hey choose their own subjects, read up on them, if possible, talk with men who have made a specialty of this particular subject, then give before the club the results of their research. The extensive equipment of the science department is always at the disposal of anyone who wishes to use it in connection with his talk, while our critic is always willing to assist in manipulating it. By having the two different classes of programs, the club avoids that sameness which necessarily exists in some organizations. “The Effect of Music Upon Animals” and “Gyroscopes.” two subjects taken at random from the many lectures we have had during the year, will give an idea of the range of our work. The discussion of current scientific events constitutes a very instructive phase of the club meetings. Whenever a member sees a magazine or newspaper article of special interest, he brings it before the club, where it is discussed and explained. We submit to you our Hall Program as a fruit of our labors. Some people claimed that it would be impossible to take such an abstruse subject as we did and make it interesting, yet we persisted despite this objection. We have dared to presume that our efforts were well received by the school. SOME OF OUR John M.! 86 OF all the subjects studied in zoology, the birds are the most interesting. For purposes of study, they may be divided into two general classes, land and water birds. In this paper we will speak of some of the better known ones. The American robin is best known. Our robin, however, is not the Robin Redbreast of English literature, although he has a red breast. Early in the morning in the springtime one may be awakened by his song. He builds a large, compact nest, most frequently in fruit or shade trees, a safe distance from the ground. He feeds upon worms, insects and berries. Early in September, long after the nesting season is over, the robin, gathering in large flocks, departs for the South. Another very familiar bird is the blue jay, which may be told by his black collar, deep blue and white tail and wings.. The jay is an inhabitant both of the woods and of the vicinity of the farmhouse. He is more frequently seen at the approach of winter and early in spring than at any other season. His saucy cry of “Djay, jay. jay.” and other articulations, make him very conspicuous with every one. He usually builds his nest rather high from the ground, in the fork of a hedge or evergreen tree. His chief diet consists of grain, insects and fruit. lie stays with us the year round. The little black-capped chickadee may be seen almost any place where trees arc to be found. He flics from limb to limb, always in search of his familiar food—the larva and eggs of insects. Millions of Kent of the Dtckciaset. insects are thus de- stroyed every year. Early in the summer the little hair-lined nest may be found neatly tucked away in a hollow stump or tree. The downy woodpecker the smallest of the woodpeckers— stays with us all year. Should he chance to take up his abode Editor's Note—The photographs for the illustrations were COMMON BIRDS Schi.aokl, ’10. in the orchard, it will be found he is worth his weight in goHJ. A single bird will save many bushels of apples from the ravages of the coddling moth. Every year hundreds of dollars worth of fruit is saved by these little birds. Why should a single one of these birds be killed if they are of such great value to us? The Dickisscl belongs to the sparrow family. It is a bird of the fields and meadows. The photograph shows its nest in the clover. There are none of the sparrows more useful to the farmer. It is common every- Young Bat red Owls. where. There are many species of owls, the commonest of which are the screech and barred or hoot owls. The owls are nocturnal birds of prey, and for this reason feed principally cm small m a m m a 1 s. many of which also feed at night. The chief pecu 1 i a r i t y about them is the arrangement of their eyes, which are so staionary that it is impossible for them to look from one object to another simply by “shifting the eye; they are compelled to turn their heads. Adult Screech Owl. taken by Mr. Cameron. We reproduce them by his permission. The screech owls can readily he distinguished from the others by their small size and peculiar, weird, almost human cry. This adds to the superstitious fear with which they are often regarded. These owls make their homes near dwelling houses in some convenient place in a hollow tree. They are very often accused of taking pigeons or chickens and shot. Although guilty of eating the former, I have never known them to disturb the latter. The one in the photograph had its home in a hollow tree near the heart of the city. One night one of the boys climbed the tree, removed the bird and placed it in a cage. It would eat a piece of meat equal to its own weight every day. The hoot owls, or barred owls, arc a much larger specie than the screech owls. They inhabit the woods, building their nests in hollow trees or deserted nests of hawks or crows. Their call is a loud, guttural hoot, wdiich may be heard at night and occasionally in the daytime. They very seldom disturb poultry or game birds. The American woodcocks are familiar game birds. They arc characterized by their long, sensitive bill, for probing in the mud after worms and lengthy legs with flat feet to resist miring down. To prevent coming in contact with the mud. the eyes are placed near the top of the head. The females are apparently tame and attached to their nests. Their colors harmonize with the sur- Amrrican Woodcock on Ne t roundings, so when sitting on eggs they rely upon their protective colors for protection, only flying when realizing they have been discovered. One day the zoology class was on a field trip for the purpose of learning the names and habits of the birds. A woodcock was found on her nest. She allowed the class to approach within a few feet of the nest. Every one could see how well the colors harmonized with her surroundings. There were dead leaves lying about; the arrangement of the colors on the bird’s back resembled the leaves. Mr. Cameron made several photographs, showing how well the colors blended. In order to get a better picture of the head and bill, Mr. Cameron took the bill in his hand and raising the head up so as to get the best possible view. Then the photograph in the accompanying cut was taken. It was only after he placed his hand under the bird and lifted her from the nest that she took fright and flew away. The pied-bill grebe, one of the common water birds, is noted for its rapid swimming and diving. It has a dusky color, while the wings are ashy and white. This bird inhabits the small, fresh water lakes until the approach of winter, when it migrates. It builds a floating nest of weeds and grass. On leaving the nest, it has a peculiar habit of covering the eggs so that its enemies may not readily find them. It feeds upon fish and aquatic insects. The American coots or mudhens are also inhabitants of the same localities as the pied-bill grebe. These birds are dark slate in color. They build their nests amid reeds or tall grass on the margin of a stream, or over water. The food consists of vegetable matter, with the exception of small shells and water insects. If the birds were better understood they would, in all probability, be treated more justly. Often boys out hunting, either through lack of game or patience, resort to shooting birds. They don't realize that birds are the enemies of insect life. Without them the insects would destroy the larger number of our food plants- Only at great expense of time and labor could man rid his orchards and crops of noxious insects. Why not encourage the birds to make their homes about our dwellings? They will repay us many times. THE UNRULY SALTON SEA Homer Andekson, ’07. 88 LET us imagine ourselves standing far down upon the western banks of the Colorado river, in the vicinity of the international boundary line between the United States and Mexico. Northwestward, toward the Pacific ocean and on almost a direct line with Los Angeles, is a low, level plain that falls farther and farther below the level of the river, until it terminates in the Salton sea. This 280 feet below sea level is one of the lowest sections of. land throughout the whole continent. The soil of the region is composed o{ sand and silt as fine as ashes, deposited during many hundreds of years by the Colorado bringing it from the rocky formation of the Grand Canon and places above. In fact, the whole territory is but a delta of the river, whose mouth is estimated at some time in the past to have extended as far north as Yuma, Ariz. On account of the depth of this silt, and also because it is taken into solution so readily by water, the people of Southern California, Northern Mexico and Southwestern Arizona have been compelled to face a very serious problem. The soil of this region is as fertile as that of the Nile valley. Tropical fruits that cannot be surpassed in richness grow here in great abundance. Furthermore, the farmer can raise alfalfa and corn with even more assurance of as good a product as can the farmer of Missouri and Illinois. Irrigation, however, is necessary for such products, for this section of country is practically rainless. The people, having discovered the value of the soil, decided to dig a canal in the banks of the Colorado, through which water could be run in quantities large enough to supply all their demands. This plan worked well for a time, but the little irrigation stream was at last shut off when the Colorado began to pile deposits of sand and mud in the entrance- Another cut made in the banks also clogged with mud and silt. People were coming into the valley in such droves that the water demand for irrigation purposes was increasing daily. Finally, a grant was obtained from the Mexican government permitting a channel to be cut four miles below the international boundary line. This point in the river was decided upon, because the declivity from the western bank was great enough in so short a distance to insure a velocity of water that would prevent the mouth of the canal from filling with deposit. The results of this plan proved more satisfactory than any tried before. By means of this opening 75,000 acres of fertile land were irrigated. However, these conditions were too good to last, for in June, 1905. the Colorado river had its annual- flood. The velocity of the water increased with the volume and it began to rush through the canal at such a rate that the wooden head-gate was swept entirely away. Onward and downward the water went through the canal into the Alamo and Red rivers, thence into the Salton Sea. 280 feet below sea level. Sweeping at the rate of twelve feet per second, it eroded whole acres and even farms in the course of a few days’ time. The people saw and understood that something had to he done and done quickly. An attempt was made to stop the onrush of water by a brush and wooden dam; but during the Hood of a year ago water swept over, completely destroying it. The officials of the Southern Pacific Railroad took the matter up, offering to furnish men and money enough for an attempt to dam up the canal on a more effectual basis. Indeed, it was to their interest to do this, for they had been compelled to elevate and move their lines time after time. These men undertook the solution of the problem at a very discouraging time. The Colorado had become a fiend, devouring land like so much sugar. In a few months the new river was changed into a canyon with a depth of iSo feet and a width of 1,500 feet. It had excavated, in a year's time, enough soil to fill four Panama canals. At one point falls were formed by the swift stream. These, probably, were the cause of greatest alarm on the part of the people, since they were cutting back at the rate of one mile per day. If permitted to continue this cutting, these falls would have eroded backward far enough to make the flow of water so great that human hands would be as nothing in checking it. for practically the whole Colorado river was running to the Salton Sea in an entirely new channel. A line of railroad was run to the break from the main line at Pilot Knob: also a line of piles was driven across the river in the new channel about 1.000 feet below the point where it left the old bed. Levees were raised from both sides of the stream; also two bulkheads 500 feet apart, composed of rock and brush, were laid down. Between these, two 100-foot mats, made up of brush and branches sewed together with wire, were pinned down, one upon the other, by the trestle. A railroad liaving been constructed over the river by means of this trestle, work was begun in filling up this portion of the stream, 500 feet long, between the two bulkheads. For this undertaking, large stones and hundreds of tons of gravel were loaded into automatic dump-cars by steam shovels. Whole trainloads—in fact, all the cars that could be obtained—were filled with rocks, then thrown into the river from the cars. One thousand men were at work night and day. The river was at its worst. Boulders weighing tons were rolled as far as 60 feet by the current before coming to a standstill. At last the men were paid for their labor by seeing the water slowly rise on the eastern side of the dam. On October 10, 1906, the difference in elevation of the water on both sides of the works was six feet, with almost all the water running through the head-gate. More gravel and stones were brought as fast as trains could carry them. On November 1 there was a difference of eleven feet between the water elevation on each side of the dam. with one-half the Colorado river running again in its old channel. On November 4, 1906. practically all the Colorado was running south to the Gulf of California in its old bed; the farmers gave a deep sigh of relief. Since then, though the river has broken the dam twice, little damage has been done. The dam as it stands today is really a weak and frail affair compared with the size and strength of the mighty Colorado. It is watched night and day in order that a new break may be stopped the moment it begins to give away. Millions of dollars will be necessary, even after all this trouble they have had, to give the people of that section a feeling of safety, for their fortunes and even their lives are at stake when this powerful river seeks a new-way to the sea. THE. VALUE, OF THE IMAGINATION May L. Walker, '07. IMAGINATION is one of man’s noblest powers. “It is the power which makes the painter, the poet, the musician, the sculptor, the architect. It is the power which transforms the homely things we sec about us into wondrous forms of beauty. It gives to Heaven its charms, to Hell its horrors.’’ Thus does an eminent psychologist put in fitting words the power of the imagination, a power indispensable in every form of human progress. Now, what do we mean by the imagination? As defined, it is the power of representing a mental product as an image It is the power which enables us to see in clear-cut lines images of past, present, or future. Imagination is absolutely necessary in all lines of work. Let us first consider its value to an artist- Could a painter paint a landscape, give to it color and naturalness, if he could not imagine how it appears in real existence? Could a historian describe the customs of an extinct people, could lie describe their castles and dwellings, could he ascribe to their various actions in war a laudable excuse,—could lie do all this, if he had not a vivid imagination, a power to place himself in their places? As this power is important to an artist and to a historian, so it is equally important in all lines of work. A novelist must have a well developed imagination, in order to make his characters true to life. This faculty is indispensable to an inventor. It is needed by an orator, for he must image the impressions his words will make on his audience; he must imagine how he can best reach their hearts. Again, his audience must be imaginative. They must be able to interpret the orator’s words rightly, and to translate them into corresponding images. For what are words? They arc mere useless things, unless they stand for something, clear, well-defined. and accurate. Besides these uses, the imagination has an important place in the keeping of a home. A good housekeeper can make her house far more attractive if she has the power to plan house furnishings and to direct the placing of such things in the most attractive way. She must imagine what flowers will best suit today’s dinner party, what china set will be the most attractive, in what way she can arrange the menu to the best advantage. On the whole, she must be able to use her imagination at all times, in order to make the home the most happy. This power has values other than these purely practical ones. It is a source of inexpressible pleasure. “By imagination,” says Addison, “a man in a dungeon is capable of entertaining himself with scenes and landscapes, more beautiful than are found in nature.” For a few minutes—it will be no sin for a few minutes— let your mind take pleasure in some imaginary, beautiful scene of nature, commune with her for a short time—then return to your work. This, too, can be more pleasant, for imagination can transform the commonplace into the beautiful.” The highest work of the imagination is forming ideals of conduct- A person will never attain success, unless he sets his own goal and imagines and determines honorable ways of obtaining that end. As a stream cannot rise higher than its source, so conduct cannot transcend ideals. Considering these uses of the imagination, it would be well to urge all to cultivate this power, where value cannot be overestimated. Read the great poets, study the great artists, and thus learn more of its marvelous power. “Where else but in the imagination could Raphael have seen his ‘Madonna’ and ‘Transfiguration’? Or Milton, old and blind, his ‘Kden’? or Dante his ‘Hell’? Or, again, how else could Beethoven, completely deaf, have heard his majestic symphonies or sonatas?” INCANDESCENT ELECTRIC LIGHTS Ralph Peer, ’08 NOT long after the arc light was invented, inventors turned their attention to the light given off by certain bodies, when highly heated by the passage of an electric current. 1 he first experiments were made with platinum and iridium wires. These were mounted in the open air. On passing a sufficient current through the wire, it became white hot and gave off light. However, as the temperature to which the wire had to be raised was so near the melting point of the metal, the lights were not successful. Edison, in his experiments, tried all possible substances, lie used platinum and the platinum group of metals, and tried all forms of carbon. He finally selected carbonized bamboo fibre as the best for the purpose. In the Maxim. Swan and other lamps, the filaments are made of carbonized paper, especially prepared. The first filaments were somewhat fiat and horseshoe shaped. Jn modern lamps, the filaments are usually of one of the three following shapes: In the anchored filament, one side of the lamp is fastened by means of an iron or nickel wire, fused into the glass. This type is generally used in street cars, where there is a good deal of vibration. Most modern manufacturers use what is known as the “squirting process in making filaments. Cotton or filter paper is dissolved in chloride of zinc solution made acid with muriatic (hydrochloric) acid- At first, this forms a jelly-like substance, but, finally, a good solution is obtained. This solution is filtered hot and placed in a vacuum to remove all air. It is then forced through small holes, forming threads, and run into large jars of wood alcohol. Whenever a jar is full, the thread, which is now white cellulose (paper), is taken out and washed for several hours, and then dried on drums. The thread is now placed in graphite or charcoal forms, and heated at a very high temperature for several hours. During the drying and carbonizing process, the threads shrink until they arc only fifteen per cent of their original size. The threads are now sorted, with respect to diameter, cut to proper lengths, and treated to the “flashing” process. They arc held by clamps in an air-tight vessel, in which a vapor of gasoline has been substituted for the air. A current is now passed through the filament which causes it to glow. The heat produced decomposes the gasoline, which deposits a dense layer of graphite on the filament. The deposited graphite greatly lowers the resistance. When this process has gone on long enough, the current is automatically shut off. This process strengthens the filament, thus giving it a longer life, and at the same time increases the efficiency. The size of filament depends directly on the amount of light required, the voltage, and the amperage. When used for a high voltage and low current, the filaments are long and fine- When a lamp using a low voltage and high amperage is required, a short, thick filament is used. The filament is fastened to two platinum wires, sealed into a glass tube, by means of a carbon paste. This also gives a greater diameter at the junction, and, therefore, less heat. Platinum is used for these wires, because it expands at about the same rate as glass. If this were not so, cracks would form in the glass and admit air. The filament and platinum wires are first mounted on a glass stem about three-quarters of an inch long. This stem is then sealed into the bottom of a pear-shaped globe. The top of this globe is connected to an air pump and as much air, as is possible MAKING RUBIE W. B. Lei THE making of artificial gems is an industry still in its infancy. Many experiments have been made in preparing the various jewels, but as yet none have proved so very successful because of the minuteness and faulty coloring of the finished product. Among the most important of these experiments is that of ruby-making. It has been found that the ruby is simply aluminum oxide crystallized by itself or in combination with some silica. The color is imparted by some foreign substance, such as chromium. With these facts in view, several attempts to make rubies have been tried of late in our chemistry laboratory. To start with, aluminum oxide was first obtained from common alum, as follows: After dissolving alum in water, ammonium hydroxide was added. This precipitated the aluminum in the alum as a hydroxide according to this reaction: KsA1s(S04)4 HXH4 OH Ala(OH)« KjS04 3(NII4)sS04 The aluminum hydroxide was filtered out. washed, and then heated until all the water was driven off, thus: Al,(OH)6(heated)—Al,Oa 3HaO. with an ordinary air-pump, pumped out. Red phosphorus has been previously placed in the tube to the air-pump near the entrance to the globe. The current is passed through the filament, until it is at a very high temperature. At this time a blue mist is formed in the bulb. The red phosphorus is heated, changing it to the active form. This combines with the remaining air in the bulb forming phosphoric anhydride, a solid. When this combination takes place the blue mist disappears, and the tube is immediately sealed up by the operator. Within the last few years, several new lamps have made their appearance. Prominent among these are the Neinst and tantalum lamps. The Nernst lamp is based upon the fact that certain rare oxides, although non-conductors when cold, become partial conductors when heated- In this lamp the glowers,” as the light giving parts arc called, consists of oxides of thorium, zirconium and other rare metals. In order to heat them to the required temperature. “heaters” arc placed above the glower. The heaters consist of fine platinum wire wound on porcelain tubes. Devices arc provided for “cutting out” the heaters, as soon as temperature of the glowers is sufficient, and for regulating the voltage. The tantalum lamp differs from the carbon filament lamp only in the character of the filament. This filament consists of fine wires of almost pure tantalum. In order to obtain the proper resistance to make a standard lamp (sixteen candle-power; one hundred and ten volts), it is necessary to use twenty inches of fine wire. An idea of the smallness of this wire may be gained from the fact that the filaments for twenty thousand lamps are made from one pound of metallic tantalum. The best way to mount this is to place it in a zig-zag line parallel to the axis of the lamp. The wire is placed in an exhausted bulb flattened at one end. The Nernst and tantalum lamps have an efficiency about twice as great as the ordinary carbon filament light. S FROM ALUM [TCH, ’07 The resultant substance is aluminum oxide, a pure white solid; this is next ground in a mortar to a very fine powder. At this point a small per cent of chromicoxidc is introduced to serve as coloring matter. After the two are thoroughly mixed, the whole is fused in an electric furnace. The substance is allowed to remain in the furnace from ten to fifteen minutes, at the end of which time the current is cut off, and the mass cooled as quickly as possible- On being taken out the aluminum oxide in the experiments made was found to be imperfectly fused owing to the fact that the electrodes of the furnace could not be brought near enough to the aluminum oxide for fear that the carbon would be melted with the mass. The fused particles, however, were very hard, cutting glass with. ease. Their color varied from light red to dark brown, or even black. Under the microscope a beautiful crystalline formation was seen, showing that rubies, although microscopical, were contained in the mass. Even though the rubies obtained were of no value, the results were very encouraging, considering the crudeness of the apparatus. SKETCHING Ailbbn Wasson, ’09. SKETCHING is one of the most interesting and progressive branches of our well-organized art department. It breaks the regular routine of art work: then it embraces a wider sphere of action, since the pupil can put more originality into his drawings. Everything pertaining to art as a unit tends to refine those with whom it comes in contact: therefore the attaining of culture is one of the main reasons for the institution of our Friday sketching classes. It brings the student into direct contact with the artistic points of the human form: in ,1 broader sense, it gives him a more general insight into the details of animate and inanimate objects; too. it provides him with a keener, more alert apprehension of things beautiful. The person well-trained in the rudiments of sketching will undoubtedly find that it facilitates the exercising of what artistic tendencies he may have. lie is also enabled to make creditable souvenirs that will be interesting and useful at all times. The process of sketching is most interesting. First, the figure is roughly blocked in in charcoal, careful attention being paid to proportions. To illustrate this point, what is so absurd as a sketch in which the subjects’ head is just two or three times as large as it should be in relation to the body? After the rude outline is drawn, the delicate lights and shades are daintily sketched in with broad, soft lines. This part of the drawing recpiires the persistent weighing of the values of lights and shadows, else the general effect would not ue one of harmony. The aspiring artist should be very careful as to the strength and character which he puts into his work. If minute attention is paid to the “big things,” the smaller points will work out satisfactory and will contrast strongly enough to give the finished drawing the combined elements of strength, elegance, and character. THE MIRROR OF THE SOUL Edna Bin merman, ’07. IF WE travel thru America, thru C hina,or thru Africa, we find human beings strangely alike in their loves, their hates, and their desires. If we travel thru civilized, thru barbarian, or thru savage nations, we find people filled with the same passions, some possibly more elemental than others, yet like in the real heart. We find also that, just as universal as love, just as universal as hate, just as universal as religion, is music. The heathen, the pagan, the Moslem, the Jew. and the Christian are all passionately fond of some sort of music. Their tastes, of course, vary, in just such a degree as vary their stages of development. However, the real quality of music is ever present—the quality that appeals most to each particular class of men. We find that among those people nearest to savagery, the music is most wild and unconstrained. The dull drums of the Indians and the crashing cymbals of the Africans are each, to those races, the most beautiful instruments of melody. They are beautiful because they are inspiring; inspiring because they produce in the savage the very height of the emotion desired. At a marriage or feast, they fill him with a frenzy of joy; at a death, with a frenzy of grief; at a religious festival, with a frenzy of fervor: at a war dance, with a frenzy of rage and bloodthirstiness. These uncultivated natures desire fierce tempests of emotion. It is no more than natural, then, that the unmelodious sounds produced by a pair of stretched skins or brass plates are the embodiment of all that is harmonious to their souls—are, in other words, music. Altho most of us have never been fortunate enough to hear one of these essentially savage demonstrations, we can judge of what they might be like by comparing them to what we have heard. W e are all familiar with the peculiar Japanese and Chinese works, and with the wild Russian and Norwegian melodics. The oriental music, with its high staccato monotone and occasional bursts of wild clamor, has always seemed to me very nearly savage. It portrays an impetuous, exceedingly high-strung character, ready to flare up into violent flames of anger. On the other hand, the Russian music is plaintive, weird, and rough. One almost feels the presence of a superstitious, unbroken, yet downtrodden people. The Scandinavian music, also, is very distinctive. To the production of the grand, seemingly lawless music of such a composer as Grieg, one realizes that a worthy, hardy, fearless, freedom-loving people is necessary. These few nations in their tenacious clinging to their old customs and natural feelings, have made themselves distinctive. We observe that the national characteristics have left their impression upon the music. No other countries possess any compositions so exactly peculiar to themselves. We, in America, can not pride ourselves on any such quality in our music. Our population is made up of repre-' senatives of too many nationalities. Already enjoying frec-doom, we need not lament over, and long for it. A nation so young and so imbued with commercialism, we have not had time to crystallize a musical style. For these, and many other reasons, we find no distinguishing characteristics of American music. Some say that the “Rag-time” inventions are the national works of America. Peculiar to America they most certainly are, yet who would wish to have such gay, giddy, and for the most part, foolish music go down to posterity as the index to the twentieth century American soul? Others claim the honor of distinctiveness for the Indian; and still others for the plantation negro. However, as the Indians did not preserve their music, if they ever wrote it down, our so-called Indian music is merely some spectator’s impressions of the savages’ inventions. The negro songs, also, may do for the South, but their very peculiarity to the South unfits them for nationally characteristic works. So, it seems, America must wait for many centuries before it can have enough of common feelings within her boundaries to produce a distinctively American “style.” Thus we might go on indefinitely, citing examples from every nation in the world. The savage tribe is content with merely making a noise. The civilized, yet untamable country introduces a few more ‘ instruments to produce some wild melodies. The well-cultivated nation, with all the instruments genius can invent, brings forth the most beautiful and finished works of art of the times. Nevertheless, be the result a noise, a simple melody, or a work of art, it will show without doubt the character of the people; it will be the mirror of the soul. G L-e E CLUB Robert Brown. Henry L. Gascoigne. Edward Steele. Donald Hendrickson. Victor Simonds, Dwight Muckley. Moo Friedman. Frank Mc Daniels, Reed Hlllyard, George Williamson. William Fishman. Wendell Fifleld. Katharine Payne. Francis Steele. Homer Anderson. Lloyd Prison. Carrlo Farwell-Voorhecs. James Redmond. Kenneth Tapp. Karl Young. Vernon Page. MANDOLIN CLUB CENTRAL CHORAL CLUB Nbx.uk Caleb ’08. 97 ON the fourteenth of February the former members of the Central Choral Club met in room twenty-seven to organize for the present year. Individually the voices were exceptionally good; collectively they were well blended. In fact, this year’s club members though' a little fewer in number than usual, made a combination of good material and willing workers. Although organized late in the school year, by hard work, a number of difficult selections were learned—among them “Carmena” by H. Lane Wilson, “The Shoogy-Shoo” bv Grace Mayhew, The Beautiful Blue Danube,”by Johann Strauss. With this sort of music as a standard, each club member seems to feel as her incentive not the incomplete knowledge of a great number of pieces, but the creditable execution of a few. Few opportunities have presented themselves for the public appearance of the club this year. The private work, however, from week to week has been a source of satisfaction to the director and to the girls. This indeed seems to be the best evidence that the time devoted to the Central Choral Club this year has been well spent. THE MANDOLIN CLUB Director, Mr. Graves First Mandolin— Eva Thayer Frances Pizar Mr. Graves Second Mandolin— Luscher Rodman George Edwards Hazel Spawn Guitars— James Robertson Elizabeth Green Piano— Arvid Frank Drum— Victor Simonds. THE GLEE CLUB On Eleventh Street. In the dusty heat, The stranger passing by Is charmed and held, All his cares dispelled By the strains he hears on High. —D. H., ’o8- CHORAL CLUB Carrie Farwell-Voorhees, Sallio Bryan. Grace Bomgardner. Nellie Caleb. Grace Dahn. ITazell Chandler, Frieda Dietrich, Lottie Monroe. Katharine Payne, Roselle Flaey, Amble McMican. Olive Ross, Louise Jones, Adeline Nentwig, Margaret Teglar, Leland J aneaster, Orpha Robinson. Olla Trundle. Zetta Lewis. Mildred Siegfried. Myrtle Molle. THE WORK OF THE PUBLIC SPEAKING CLASS Hazki. M. Harbour, ’o8. SOME people have very vague ideas about the work done in the public speaking class. One pupil, on being informed that there were extemporaneous “after-dinner” speeches, immediately decided that public speaking was easy” in that there was no work to prepare; but that it was nerve-racking in that one would be called upon without a moment’s notice. This view, however, is incorrect. At the beginning of the term the schedule is made by choosing numbered slips of paper. Thus those drawing high numbers may have a month or more in which to prepare their speeches. This preparation consists only in the reading of the material to be used in the speech. Then an outline is made, to which the pupil is supposed to adhere strictly. There are usually two speeches a day; two or three days out of the week there are debates. From these speeches and debates one acquires not only self-possession, but also the ability to recall facts while facing an audience. The next part of the recitation, and to many minds the most beneficial, is the criticism of the morning’s work. In no other class is such free criticism invited;—and in no other class is it received with such good grace. Those mannerisms which detract from the effectiveness of the speech are detected; the stage deportment—that is. the facial expression and the general expression—is criticised; the grammatical constructions are discussed and any gram- matical errors are corrected; lastly, the speech as a whole, the excellence of the outline and the clearness with which it could be followed, are criticised. Yet there is another side to the work: the entertainment to be derived from that fifty minutes. This, moreover. is of an instructive nature. All sorts of subjects are chosen for speeches and debates. Current topics, such as the location of the new union station, the park system of Kansas City, etc., are chosen for debates. For the speeches the topics are even more various. There have been several entertaining speeches on different flowersand plants; on political questions—“The Late Action of the Kansas Senate,” “Socialism,” and “The Japanese Question.” Once there was a talk on the drug absinthe, otherwise known as “The Green Devil;” another time we were enlightened as to the manner in which New York disposes of her waste paper and garbage; while speeches on great statesmen, both American and foreign, are numberless. In this way the pupils are exposed to information on a multitude of topics. Can anyone doubt, then, that the time is profitably spent? Do not think, however, that in order to draw an alluring picture, the facts have been exaggerated. It should be impressed upon every junior or senior that both on account of the entertainment and of the benefit derived, he should take at least one term of Public Speaking. CECELIAN CLUB Ruth Townsend, Nellie Cobb. Lottie Monroe, Nellie Chandler, Mrs. Voorhees, Fred Deitrich, Claire Salmon. Abbie Phillips, Hazel Chandler. Charlotte Marshall, Lorene Whitmore, Katherine Nina Tucker, Jennie Avery Payne, Sharand Katherine Siersdorfer, , Cal lie Thomas. Williams, Mildred Siegfried. $ CECILI AN MUSICAL CLUB President, Lottie Monroe. Vice-President, Marjory Spencer. Secrctary-T rcasurcr, Katherine Siersdorfer. Adviser, Mrs- Voorhees. 101 THE Cecilian Musical Club, named for the patroness of music, was organized early in the school year for the purpose of unifying the musical interests of the school. Members were solicited from among the vocalists and instrumentalists. Those also, themselves not performers, but interested in musical accomplishment, were invited to join. In our by-laws we have stated it to be our object “to stimulate personal interest and to encourage the acquirement of a broader knowledge of music and musical literature.” It is the allied effort of the club members to make each program excel the preceeding one and at the same time to preserve its interest. It may be interesting to give somewhat of an outline of a regular program. After the incidental business has been attended to, a half an hour is devoted to the vocal and instrumental part of the program. Then the study of Wagner is taken up. Finek's “Richard Wagner and His Works is the text book used. In addition to this, twice this year the organization has had the pleasure of listening to European travelers. From the engaging lectures, delivered by these women, a great deal of knowledge has been acquired, the club securing in this way material not obtainable elsewhere. Thus to those lovers of music in Central who have devoted a few hours twice a month to its work and privileges, the club has been a source of real pleasure and enlightenment. — I- M., ’07. CHRISTMAS PLAY CAST TWENTY-FIRST ANNUAL CHRISTMAS PLAY “THE RIVALS” BY RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN PRESENTED BY THE STUDENTS OF CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL THURSDAY AND FRIDAY, DECEMBER TWENTY AND TWENTY-ONE, 1906 E IG HT P. M . ‘‘the rivals77 DRAMATIS PERSONAE Act I.—Scene I.—A Street in Bath. Scene II.—Dressing Room in Mrs. Malapropos Lodgings. Act II.—Scene I.—Captain Absolute’s Lodgings. Scene II.—A Street in Bath. Act III.—Scene I.—The North Parade. Scene II.—Julia's Dressing Room. Scene III.—Rooms of Mrs. Malaprop. Scene IV.—Bob Acres’ Lodgings. Act IV.—Scene I.—Mrs. Malaprop’s Parlor. Act V.—Scene I.—Julia’s Dressing Room. Scene II.—King’s Mead Field. Sir Anthony Absolute. Captain Jack Absolute. Faulkland........... Bob Acres............ Sir Lucius OTrigger. Fag ) David ) Thomas............... Mrs. Malaprop....... Lydia Languish...... Julia............... Lucy | Maid f ........Dudley C. Monk .....Kenneth W. Tapp .......John C. McCoy ....Clyde I. Blanchard ......Irwin L. Cheney Jacque Leroy McCIeery Donald Y. Hendrickson ...........Lyle Logan .......Edna B. Oakley ........Bessie Strother ..........Montie Storie INTER SOCIETY WINNERS Janette Lats—Oration—Silver. It. I. Moore—Essay—Silver. May Balshaw—Story—Silver. Meade Woodson—Debate—Silver. Bonita FerKUSon—Declamation—Silver. Miriam Scofield—Debate—Gold. Bessie Wolf—Declamation—Gold. Dudley Monk- Oration—Gold. Ruth Van Dorcn Story -Gold. Gale Gossett—Essay—Gold. THE, INTLR = SOCIETY CONTEST Hazkl M. Harbour, ’08. IMAGINE that you are able to drop down unexpectedly in Assembly Hall as it was the evening of April 19, 1907. What would you see? Ah! Here in one corner, near the stage, is a group of boys and girls, all decked out in purple and white ribbons. They are yelling lustily; several of them have megaphones. Who are they? those arc the members of the Society of Literature and History. On the opposite side of the stage sits a group of boys. What a thunderous noise they make! When they yell, they yell all over. See the leader, shaking from head to foot, jerking his body with the rhythm of the yell. Those, dear reader, are the Wcbstcrs. Farther back, on the same side of the hall, is another group of boys and girls- 1 see you recognize them from the bright pink and green caps. “The Central Shakespeare Club! you exclaim. Correct. But stay! Who are those girls in the very center of the hall? They move their lips, yet we hear nothing. Why, they are the Mmervas. They have great ambitions in the matter of yelling, but on account of an inexperience with contests, they have not attained results. Opposite them is a larger group of girls, waving be-ribboned canes and yelling enthusiastically the Aristonian Society. Suddenly, after a mighty Rack-a-chick-a-boom! the noise ceases as Mayor Beardsley, after an introduction by Mr. Caip-mack. announces the oratorical contest. In this, strange to say. two of the contestants are girls. Heretofore the boys have lorded it over the one girl orator. The orations lead us along an ever-changing path. First we accompany Jeannette I.atz through Roosevelt's checkered career, branching off. however, to visit the South with Mildred Bell, who shows us the little child laborers toiling in the dead, dark hours of the night.” Very quickly we are transferred to Germany, as Ivan Siegrist tells us about “Prince Bismarck, the Empire Builder.' From Germany we are taken to Italy, which, Dudley Monk tells us, ships her criminals to New York, where as American citizens they foster anarchy. Although the orations are exciting, the declamations are even more so, for the contestants are almost equally matched. We visit the mediaeval battle field under the guidance of Raymond Ryder; we go to Colorado with Arvid Frank; accompanied by Ardis Baranger, we witness the Trial of Ben Thomas;” and with Bessie Wolf we observe the life of the ancient Greeks- Surviving all these tragic experiences, we are landed with a delightful suddenness in America, just in time to follow the fortunes of a plucky little bootblack, interpreted by Bonita Ferguson. From this interesting contest we turn our attention to a young man, Meade Woodson, who calls us to witness that the election of senators by the people at large has been and is the only proper way. When he finally ends with an exhortation to have a government “of the people, by the people, and for the people,” there is a hearty applause, silenced only by the appearance of Miriam Scofield. In an earnest manner she begins the negative side of the debate. Mr. Beardsley, it i noticed, chuckles with delight as she very clearly and logically tells us why an election of the senators by the State Legislatures is desirable. Why is this debate so interesting? you ask. Because the great question, “Can a girl debate against a boy?” is at stake. Our elders have contended that the differences in the viewpoints of a girl and a boy rendered an important debate between the two impracticable. This night such a statement is forever disproved. Next on the programme is the announcement of the winners. The first medal in essay is given to Gale Gossett. Aristonian. There is a squeal whose like Central's hall had never before heard. The Aristonians shout as if nothing could stop them. The second medal goes to Raymond Moore, Shakespeare. More yelling— louder than ever. 'I he story decisions come next, and lo! the Aristonians, in the person of Ruth Van Doren, are first again-May Bolshaw. Shakespeare, receives second place. Are the Aristonians and the Shakespeares going to gobble up all the medals? The chain is broken when Dudley Monk, Webster, is given the gold medal in oration. If any one doubts the lung capacity of good, healthy boys, let him listen to the Websters’ Strip! Strap! The silver medal goes to Jeannette Latz, C. S. C. who had won the complete sympathy of her audience. Just then two white doves with the Shakespeare colors tied to their feet are released. They fly up towards the roof of the hall, fitting symbols, all admit of the aspirations of this club. When the declamation results arc announced, behold! our new society, the Minerva, represented by Bessie Wolf. wins. This victory, added to the unique Assembly Hall programme given that morning, proved conclusively that the Mincrvas could do things. To Bonita Ferguson, Aristonian, falls the second medal. Now.there is an awful hush; the audience trembles. “Did he win the debate? Did she?” each is questioning within himself. When Mayor Beardsley announces that the negative has won first place, there is almost a riot in the Aristonian section. What’s the matter with Miriam?” is the cry. She’s all right!” comes back from the rival club, whose representative, Meade Woodson, receives second place. All is over- Let us review the score. From their three gold medals and one silver one the Aristonians have eighteen points. The Central Shakespeare Club, with its three seconds, stands with nine points. The Websters, with one first and one second, have eight points. The Mincrvas with their one gold medal are scored five points. The S. L- H.'s have been unlucky this year, but they are valiantly yelling for the luckier clubs. Perhaps the luck will turn in their direction next year. Who knows? THE LAST RACE OF THE VENDOME Dwight Muckley, ’08. 6 ii V H, Jack! When is that man going to shoot the starting f 1 g«n?” questioned Miss Grace Van Arsdall of her % brother for the twenty-third time, as, for the twenty- third time, he extracted his watch from beneath his jumper. I m sure, Grace, I'm as anxious to know as you. Haven’t we been tacking back and forth across the line for the last age? I’d like to start out on this tack. And there's a fresh breeze! Why doesn't he------” The speaker was interrupted by the distant boom of the starting gun. Simultaneously, the Vendome, Snipe, Red Scuttle, and Arathon plowed their way across the starting line. The breeze was getting stiflfer every moment. When the long line of sails had passed the outer lighthouses, the lake was found to be running high, and the smoky city receded swiftly behind them- It was the occasion of the annual regatta race from Chicago to Mackerel Harbor, a summer resort some sixty miles north of the city on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. Jack Van Arsdall had entered his fast sloop, Vendome, in the hope of adding one more cup to his numerous trophies. The boat was rather old and out of fashion, but she had always shown her sister yachts a clean pair of heels. This year, however, three members of the Yachting Club had purchased three new boats, whose excellent sailing qualities had already been shown. Two, the Arathon and Red Scuttle, had started even with the Vendome. The other, the Greyling, was some hundreds of yards behind the line at the start. The racing capacities of the four boats promised an exciting finish. Mr. Van Arsdall had brought along as crew his sister and a friend. We cannot say that Miss Van Arsdall was much pleased with her fellow sailor, for she was accustomed thus to soliloquize about that excellent young gentleman: Why do people keep tantalizing me by mentioning him? 1 can't see any man in him. He doesn't do a thing all day but play tennis and golf, and go to parties. I know the girls all like him. but 1 don’t believe lie ever earned a dollar or really did anything in his life. I wouldn’t say he is a coward, but he has never shown himself exceptionally brave. “Miss Grace, don’t you think------” My name. sir. is Van Arsdall. and my thoughts arc at present engaged on the race.” The young man on the opposite side of the vessel was, for the moment, crushed, but he quickly gathered his forces and entered the battle of words once more. “Miss Van Arsdall, don’t you think that Arathon is running a fine race?” “I’m sure I couldn’t say, Mr. Payne- I have been unable to communicate with her crew as yet, and besides I am interested only in knowing that the Vendome is running a fast race.” Whereupon Miss Van Arsdall proceeded to examine the intricate rigging of the Vendome. Some people never know when they have said enough, but Alfred, or, for brevity, Al Payne, had more sense than people were in the habit of ascribing to him. So he changed his position to the other side of the sloop to obtain a better view of Red Scuttle, while the apparent victor moved gracefully toward the bow. She had taken but three steps, when a sudden lurch of the boat very nearly cost her a fall, from which she was saved, how ever, by the timely intervention of Mr. Alfred Payne. He was frozen to the marrow by the chilliness of the Thanks, intensified by the cold, dark wind. Soon both reached their posts and they became deeply interested in the progress of the race. Here we go! Duck your Heads!” shouted Jack, as the Vendome tacked across the bow of the Red Scuttle. After the sloop had settled once more into the even tenor of her ways, the two observers became intent on the other sailboats, which gradually receded to the west. Several minutes passed thus. The other sails were forging steadily ahead. The Vendome was sailing farther and farther out of the course. Surprised at his friend's apparent absentmindedness, Al turned his gaze from the race to the stern of the Vendome. To his horror, the place was empty. “Grace! I mean Miss Van Arsdall—your brother’s overboard-Look out for that boom! I’m going to throw the boat over!” On the backward tack they kept their eyes riveted as nearly as possible upon the spot where the Vandome had passed ahead of the Red Scuttle. Suddenly Grace cried: “Look! look, Mr. Payne I That gray boat—they're picking up a man! It’s Jack! He’s waving! He means go ahead and win anyway! We’ll do it, we’ll—don’t you----- “We might make a truce till after the race, Miss Van Arsdall,” supplied Payne, glibly. Yes, we might, but we won’t,” she said, stamping an impotent foot upon the defenseless deck. “Well, after all, perhaps it will be necessary, since Jack is determined to have his own way. Yes, we’ll declare truce till the race is won.” Thereupon the happy youth grasped the tiller in his skillful hands and swung the boat around into the race. The Vendome responded with a leap and for the rest of the morning plowed steadily ahead. The four leading boats did not gain or lose materially. The two young people were rather ill at ease, so, outside of a few desultory remarks, the conversation loitered. At noon, however, Miss Van Arsdall brought up from the cabin a neat basket of lunch. She certainly was attractive in her white sailor dress. Her black braids were playing hide and seek with the breeze. The jumper was open at the throat, showing the pure whiteness of her fair complexion. Across each oval cheek an artist seemed to have dashed a streak of red with careless brush. The girl was supple and braced herself easily against the stiff breeze as she carried the heavy basket to the rudder scat. “I shall have to feed you if you cannot drop the tiller a few moments,” she said- It would be impossible to take my hands from the tiller. It’s getting rougher and we may have to avoid some big waves any moment. And there’s the Greyling, bearing up behind at a wonderful pace. What can have become of the Arathon? I can’t sec her in any direction. Oh, there she is, over on the eastern horizon. Look at the Red Scuttle. She’s running the Arathon a hard race. There they go to the windward. That’s where the Arathon gets left behind.” “You’re not hungry?” “Oh, I beg your pardon. Yes, I am famished for some of that cake.” “We’ll not begin on cake, sir,” said Miss Van Arsdall, tersely. Now, if you will open your mouth, I’ll slip a sandwich in.” Accordingly he opened that organ and brought his teeth down upon a thin triangle of bread. It was rather jolly, sitting there with a bird of paradise to feed you dainties, for the commonest food had been transformed as if by magic. Flavor was added by the transmission. The result was inevitable- Reserve was forgotten, family names were disregarded in the cxcitment of the race and under the benign influences of the truce. The Red Scuttle was in the lead and the Greyling was gaining fast, when Payne was aroused from his reverie by an exclamation from Miss Van Arsdall. “Mr. Payne, don’t you see that the Greyling is pulling away from us? Jack looks half frantic. And there’s land in that cloud over there.” “Say, that’s a fact. We’ve got to win this race somehow. If you will bring up two life preservers, we’ll risk a top sail.” In about two minutes the corks were produced and tied about the venturesome couple, hastening the tiller, Al ran to the mast as steadily as he could in the lurching boat and let out the topsail. The Vcndomc laid over on her side and fairly dug a furrow through the water. Although it was a bold risk, it paid well, for in fifteen minutes the Vendome. to the evident satisfaction of Jack, left the Greyling a length behind. “That’s the way to take them,” shouted Al in Grace’s ear, as the Vendome sped down the side of a wave like a toboggan. If we can keep this up, we’ll catch the Red Scuttle yet.” Thirty minutes passed. The men on the Red Scuttle were running about like monkeys, attaching every stitch of available cloth. In vain. The Vendome evidently had the longest sea legs. At the half-mile mark she had come within a hundred feet. The only chance of the Red Scuttle seemed to be to get to the windward of her rival. Finding this impossible, as the latter was already several hundred feet out in the lake, she settled down to a good, hard pull for first place. By the time they could make out the crowd on the piers, the good old Vendome had sailed past the imprecations of the Red Scuttlers and was doing honor to the name of her builder by refusing either to spring a leak or to break her mast. Xear the pier the waves were much larger than those out in the lake. In the channel the water was a mass of foam and dangerous, choppy waves. In the excitement and exhilaration of the sail, neither Grace nor her companion realized the peril of allowing the top sail to remain. Just in the mouth of the channel the strain became too great: a large cross wave hit the boat and the mast fell with a crash, carrying the two passengers overboard with the rigging. It was God's own providence that they had put on the life preservers, for otherwise neither could have risen to the surface, but would have gone to Davy Jones’ locker. Luckily they had not become separated. With Payne’s help, the brave girl managed to swim to calmer water and within reach of a line from the lifesavers, who hauled the exhausted swimmers into their boat. Meanwhile the Vendome had staggered across the remaining distance and struck the pier. She went to pieces and was strewn along the beach for several miles. Hardly had they reached the station when the Red Scuttle sailed swiftly past into the smaller lake. When the Greyling came by, it seemed to them as if Jack were in a fit from the joy of winning, even though it had cost him his boat. “Grace,” said Al, seriously, “have you changed your opinion of me enough to prolong the truce?” “I think I have, Mr. Payne-” “For my part. I should like to have it extended indefinitely,” he said, rather suddenly. “Well, we might prolong it a month to start on,” was the only satisfaction he got just then, but later—well, it’s a pretty bad wind that blows nobody good. AN AMERICAN STATESMAN THROUGH A BOOK OF POEMS Gale Gossett, 07. JOHN HAY was csentially a great statesman. His mission was to open the eyes and hearts of kings and governments to a more honorable method of intercourse than had yet been conceived possible—in fact, to change the very meaning of the term, diplomacy. But the third generation, five years beyond the classroom, will have forgotten who was responsible for the “open door of China, if they remember that novel situation at all. They will, however, have upon their shelves and will probably often take down and ponder over and grow to love for the clean, upright life revealed therein, an unpretentious little ,'olume with the simple title, “Poems by John Hay.” Upon turning the title-page of this book, the reader is greeted by a subheading which, if he happens to be fairly familiar with recent periodicals, instantly calls to mind two poems of transcontinental fame. The “Little Breeches” and “Jim Bludsoe” are, in literary merit, the best of the “Pike County Ballads.” There is not one in the group which will not yield interesting results in the study of the author’s character. The language in which they arc all written is the blunt, tenacious idiom of the uneducated westerner. The characters are of a correspondingly homely type. Thus far, we sec nothing more than a pen, wearied with the intricacies of diplomatic quibbling, seeking relief in a freer mode of expression, and a mind, satiated with the constraints of a society of sham refinement, turning, as our eyes turn from a page of complicated print, to the contemplations of a new and more distant view. Yet, when we find that this pen has attributed to characters apparently steeped in brutality veins of the finest feeling; when we find that this mind has deemed the coarseness of a Mississippi engineer no hindrance to a heroism worthy of a Spartan; and the profanity of an Illinois stage driver not incompatible with the self-sacrifice of a martyr—we recognize behind that pen and mind a soul truly noble. A long and close association with that model of western manhood, Abraham Lincoln, had probably endeared to Hay and suggested to him in his search for subjects, western scenes and characters. The influence of the other’s magnanimity must also have broadened the views of his young friend. Whatever may have been the cause thereof, the “Pike County Ballads” prove as con- clusively as any writing can prove anything of its author, that J09 John Hay was a firm believer in the universal equality of mankind. for no one could suspect of priggishness him who says to another infinitely below him, according to the world’s social scale: “He weren’t no saint—but at jedgment I’d run my chance with Jim Longsidc of some pious gentlemen That wouldn’t shook hands with him.” Our diplomat has frequently been called “a man without a state,” an appellation which the next division of the volume under discussion seems to verify. In his “Wanderlieder,” the writer carries us rapidly from France to Spain, from Italy to Hungary and Germany. He draws aside the curtain of reality from the Place dc la Concorde to reveal the ghastly troops of royalty who there repaid with innocent and guilty lives the lifeblood of a downtrodden people. He bewails in a song of strength and swing the lost glory of the land of the Cid. He relates the awful effect of a weird curse flung by a mad Hungarian king upon his people. He causes us to join involuntarily in the fervent “Prayer of the Romans” for freedom. Finally, he binds us with the spell of a mysterious German romance. These selections are of a very different type from the “Pike County Ballads.” There, strength lay irr boldness and crudity; here, it consists in facility and delicacy. There, we were seized by a grip of iron; here, we are held by a hidden charm. In spite of such contrast in expression, however, the same character is discernible. Broadmindedness is almost invariably accompanied by optimism. Such is here the case. Everywhere we feel the influence of a mind literally permeated with sunshine. The gruesome phantoms of the Place are dispersed by the rays of the rising sun in which the poet presages freedom. He tells us besides that if “ Hispania bends low to the yoke of the stranger, Once more she will rise, flinging her gyves to the sea.” The curse of the Hungarian fanatic is dispelled: Rome is promised glory and liberty; even the strange love story of the young nobleman of Kdelstein is interwoven with a thread of gold. Thus, from a brief survey of but half our book, we have been able to discover two attributes which aroused the respect of all nations. The remainder of the “Poems,” with the exception of a few translations, are collected miscellaneously under the heading, “Old and New.” To review each separately would be a stupendous task. Let us. then, select a few of those offering the most promise to our investigation. Here is a title that seems to express an essential quality of our subject, “Esse Quam Videri.” Yes, to be rather than to seem,” must assuredly have been the motto of the man who taught men that sincerity is the best policy in diplomacy as well as in other dealings. Hay early learned that diplomats, “like women and crabs, when they seemed coming were going, and, when they seemed going, were coming.” Standing then on the brink of a great career, and realizing that there was but one course of safety, he chose the first essential of that course, “Esse Quam Videri.” From that hour, we know, he ever studiously followed that device until, today, we can justly say of him, as he said to his ideal: “ As eve’s red skies Surpass the morning's rosy prophecies. Thy life to that proud boast its answer pays.” Now, broad-mindedness and sincerity might have a place in the composition of the vcritablest boor, but if it were not plainly discernible from his every expression, we could assure ourselves of Hay’s perfect refinement from his attitude toward women. A great proportion of his poems have heroines; in the idealization of these heroines we see a spirit of almost mediaeval chivalry. The same reverence which is shown in the lines to his wife he assumes toward all womankind; furthermore, he expresses it with all the delicacy of a woman. Nowhere is this feeling so subtle as in the stanzas entitled “Quand Mcme. in which the lover cries, exultant: “My days are tuned to finer chords, And lit by higher suns; Through all my thoughts and all my words, A purer purpose runs.” The most interesting of the remaining poems are those on Biblical subjects, for here is revealed the keynote of the characteristics discovered in the others. The conviction which the poet's words carries with them on this latter topic bespeaks the sincerity which his device demands. The breadth of his views of mankind, we find, conforms to the breadth of his religion. He cares as little for sects as did the blind man whom Christ restored to light for the doctrines of the Sanhedrim. True refinement, besides, and particularly reverence for women, could nowhere have been better cultivated than in the careful study of the Scriptures which this division of his writings indicates. Finally, we find here faith, simple as a little child's, that “♦ Calvary stands to ransom The world from utter loss.” This we recognize as the never-failing source of that optimism which, pervading John Hay’s whole life, gave him the strength to carry out one of the noblest missions that has been entrusted to the hands of man. GOOD-BYE Good bye! Good bye! Our work is done. Good bye, dear school! Good bye, dear fun! We wander worldward, one by one, Good bye! Good bye! Good bye! This year’s the last. Oh, but our happy hours ily fast! Too soon the lengthening shadows cast. Good bye! Good bye! Our schooltime is so sweet; But tomorrow wo shall meet, And worldward move our hastening feet. Good bye! —Ethei. Kapy, ’07. THE, SUBSTITUTE, Ottie McNbal, ’08. bride and groom leave at 6 p. m. The train to Harvard is due half an hour earlier. Could anything be’ more provoking?” “I had forgotten the wedding. Couldn’t auntie meet him and explain?” “O, yes, perhaps—but Dick never would get over it. Besides, he has made all the arrangements with Mr. Birch. He is to meet me at ‘The Olivia-’ Then we arc to ‘do’ the art building, have refreshments at ‘Martin’s,’ and go motoring afterwards. What his excuse really is for coming is more than I can tell. Dick always docs leave out the necessary facts.” “Your cool innocence amazes me, my dear,” anounced Peggy, pointedly. “Well, if he’s coming just for that, he may as welj stay at home, for he won’t get to see me, and it will serve him right, too,” replied Nan, trying to look unconcerned. But I mean he shall,” said Peggy, decidedly. “At least, he’ll think it’s you. I don’t sec what difference it makes so long as Dick is satisfied and the young gentleman in question is entertained, and Flora gets married with the right number of bridesmaids.” “Peggy, what do you mean?” “I mean, Nancy Hamilton, that we resemble each other enough for me to play your part. I have been taken for you more than once. Besides, Mr. Birch has only seen your picture. Poor fellow! How is he to know my hair is a shade lighter than yours, or that your eyes are gray and mine blue? I shall give 'myself up to the good of the cause, and be like you in every way possible. It will be oceans of fun, and well worth missing the wedding for.” “Peggy, you’re a darling, for you have surely saved the day. I just know you can do it beautifully. How I wish I could see you trying to look serious while Stan talks football. I’m sorry I haven’t any picture of him, but then you’ll know him. Dick says he is rather large, with brown hair and eyes.” “Come on upstairs and try on my blue dress, with the train. It will make you look taler.” The next day at half past one a handsome young man, with a decided college air about him, entered the large parlor of the “Olivia,” and, advancing to where Peggy was sitting, bowed gracefully, saying in a half-hesitating voice: “Miss Hamilton, I believe?” “Yes, sir, and this, I presume, is Mr. Birch, of whom Dick has told me so much? I am very glad to meet you.” “You are very kind. I asurc you, but I wish to say that I am not guilty of one-third of the nice things your brother is always saying about me. He is too generous, you know.” The ice having been broken, Peggy took her cue, doing justice to the role of Nancy Hamilton. Several times, however. “W 'FI.I., of all the difficulties! exclaimed Nan, looking up from the letter she was reading. “Here Dick writes from Harvard that Stanford Birch, his college chum, a favorite of all the fellows, a wonderful halfback, etc., is to be in the city between trains tomorrow afternoon, and that I must do the good Samaritan act— firstly, to oblige Birch, who seems rather anxious to meet me, the much - talked - of sister, and. secondly, to please Dick h i m self, who wants to be liked by the Birches in general—and by one of them in particular. Isn't it a shame?” “What? That he’s coming? I can’t say that I agree- On the contrary, I would say it was a shame if he didn’t come,” replied eggy Pemberton, a cousin of Nan’s, paying the Hamilton’s a visit- “O. do be serious, Peggy! Think of some way to help me out.” “But I don’t see the difficulty. Am I to infer that you seriously object to meeting this wonderful halfback?” “Peggy! I hope you don’t think that I’ve listened to his praises for the last two years without having my curiosity aroused? Dick’s letters are always full of Stan this and Stan that, and when it isn’t Stan, it’s his sister Nellie. Of course. I’m just dying to see him; but why, of all days, should he choose tomorrow to visit the city, when I am to be one of the bridesmaids at Flora Grcyson’s wedding? The ceremony is to be at one o’clock. Mr. Birch’s train arrives a quarter after. The she could not resist the temptation of making use of her own philosophy, for the “halfback ’ was proving himself tar more interesting than his description had been. Peggy liked adventures, and the afternoon was even more than agreeable. Once when they passed one of her friends and he called her Miss Pemberton, she offered as an explanation that he probably thought it was her cousin, whonr, she had been told, resembled her somewhat. The afternoon finally came to an end and with it the train to Harvard. “Nancy Hamilton, lie’s glorious! And I don’t mind telling you that 1 envy you your chance.” said Peggy, as she finished relating her experiences of the day. A month later, when Mrs. Maynard gave a house party at her large country home, Nancy was invited a few days before. The next day after her arrival she wrote a letter to Peggy. “My Darling Peggy—I have seen Him at last! The ‘halfback,’ 1 mean. He was here at Gatewood when I arrived yesterday. Imagine my surprise to have a young man whom I had never seen before, begin by saying: 'This is kind of you, Miss Hamilton, to favor us so early with your company. Four weeks ago I dared not hope to see you again so soon.’ “It sounded so ridiculous that I know you would have laughed, had you been here. But I was so frightened for fear he would know the difference between us that all 1 could stammer out was: ‘You should thank Mrs. Maynard, not me.’ “It seems that his people and Mrs. Maynard are very intimate and that he is one of her favorite guests. I half believe he persuaded Mrs. M. to invite me so soon. If I were sure, I would think----- but there, that’s another story. 3Bc sure to come up Saturday in time for the dance- Mrs. M.’s two nieces arrived today, and Dick is to bring Nellie Birch on Friday. Yours— Nan.” Owing to delay in making connections, Peggy did not reach Gatewood the next Saturday evening until rather late. When the music began, she made Nan go down with the other girls without waiting for her. As she was descending the stairs twenty minutes later, she met Nan going up. “Peg, dear, go on down. Mrs. Maynard will introduce you to the new ones. I forgot my fan. and will be back in a minute.” When Peggy entered the room, her hostess was some distance away, and as they were just beginning the next dance, she seated herself near the door to wait for Nan. A moment later she was startled by the voice of Mr. Birch at her side, saying: “This is our waltz, I believe, Miss Hamilton.” “Poor fellow,” she thought. “Our white dresses arc the cause of this.” She was about to inform him of his mistake when she checked herself. “Why not?” she asked herself. “He wants to dance and so do I. Besides, Nan won’t care.” It never did take Peggy long to decide, so before many seconds had passed, she was dancing with Mr. Birch. After the waltz Peggy was monopolized by some old friends; it was late in the evening before she saw Nan or Mr. Birch again. It was while every one was securing his partner for supper that the former came up and said: “Peggy, dear, I want you to meet one of Mr. Birch’s college friends. Miss Pemberton, this is Mr. Ainsworth.” For a moment there was silence. Pardon me,” stammered Mr. Ainsworth, “but there seems to be a striking resemblance between you.” “Resemblance? Ainsworth?” echoed Peggy, in bewilderment. This is Mr. Birch. “Why, Peggy, what do you mean?” asked Nan. “I mean.” and Peggy's tone became icy, “that this person who calls himself Ainsworth is the same young man by the name of Birch whom I entertained one afternoon about a month ago, and who also danced with me at the beginning of this evening because he thought I was you! “There- there—must be some mistake, faltered Nan. “I don’t doubt it in the least,” said Mr. Ainsworth, rather sarcastically. “I confess that I did take Birch’s place that afternoon by his urgent request, but am I to understand that it was not Miss Hamilton whom I met that day? Birch had to keep a business appointment at the last minute, so he sent me, for he didn’t want to disappoint Dick.” By this time Peggy was in hysterics, and it was with great difficulty that Nan tried to explain their own masquerade. “I should like to sec the real Mr. Birch,” said Peggy, when they had finished. “Well, Birch may do his own courting after this, said Ainsworth, “but I’m glad I went, just the same.” He proved his words by taking Peggy to supper. A BALLAD FOR THE SENIORS OF ’08 O, young Lochinvar came out of the East, And carried fair Ellen away on a beast. Then we seniors arose in all our might, To view with great joy that reckless flight. Fast and far from old Central they fled. And with them our wishes for happiness sped; For young Lochinvar was a doughty young preacher, While she, fair Ellen, was our English teacher. —Will Lkitch, ’07. MEDAL WINNERS OF 1905-06 Douglass (Capt.), H. Woodbury, C. Parker, C. Woodbury, R. Mehornay, H. Minton N'. Southerland. R. Bungardt, R. Flynn, G. Austin. W. Kaynor. Mr. Hamilton. Mr. Gordon Mr. Bennett. BASKET BALL |TEAM Mr. Hamilton. Earl Goldman, Georpre Goldman. Howard Shafer, Hoy McCuhhin, Lloyd Brlson. Ben Terte John Wilson. BASKET BALL Hail to those who bring us glory; Hail to those who honor bring; Hail to those in song and story; Hail, and make the welkin ring: Cheer the boys in blue and white; Cheer the lads who nobly fought; Cheer their names in glowing light; Cheer the victory they have brought. Salute the warriors true and bold: Salute the conquerors at all: Salute their story where e'er told: Salute, Cheer, Hail to Basket Ball! If there is one thing which Central has duly to be proud of it is her basket ball team. Playing fifteen games during the season, they were defeated but twice by High Schools—once by Manual, whom they beat two out of three games; once by Topeka, whom they later beat decisively. Not satisfied with beating all the surrounding schools—Topeka, St. Joseph, Leavenworth. William Jewel, 2d. Wentworth, etc.: not satisfied with defeating Manual for the championship of the city, they journeyed down to Columbia on May 3, met the Central Highs, champions of St. Louis, and whipping them into the line of the conquered, traveled home with a beautiful silver loving cup, inscribed “Champions, Missouri State. No wonder we hail them; no wonder we cheer them; no wonder we salute them- In this day of perfected athlet es state championships are no small things. , Much of their success this year was a direct result ot the very favorable practice and playing court. I hey had the use ol Convention Hall court, considered the best in the West. It it ot regulation size 70x50 feet, with a floor smooth enough to dance on, and regulation baskets. A system of team work and basket throwing was perfected on this court which stood us in good stead. On this court on March 20. 21, 23 they met Manual with the following results: March 20, Central 40, Manual 37« March 21, Manual 29, Central 18; March 23, Central 27, Manual 23. By these victories they won the Spalding and the Schmelzer cups, the championship of Kansas City, and the right to play St. Louis. On May 3, in Columbia, they met St. Louis Central High School, whom they defeated, 35 to 25. This gave themthe University of Missouri cup for the State Championship. 1 he game with St. Louis was the fastest, bes‘ ’ J c A summary of the players’ w Player and Position G Goldman, F. C................. R. McCubbin, F.................. II. Shafer (C.), C. G........... L. Brison, C....................... L. Wilson, G....................... B. Tertc, F........................ L. Brown. H. Maiden, substitutes. is here given: Free Games Goals Throws Fouls 86 139 43 29 58 27 52 6 38 13 7 65 26 2 4 . . 2 3 3 115 INTER-CLASS MEET The third annual inter-class track meet was held on April 19 of this year under very unfavorable conditions. I hough the day was better suited for a combination ice hockey and swimming match, the calendar read for track athletics: so it had to be track. Xo enviable records were made. However, the meet did bring out some new material in the lower classes which promises well tor the future. All the new material was seen for the first time by the public and by the other teams. Central is well blessed with track coaches, having three men who arc well up on all the branches of the sport. Taking advantage of this fact, each team was given a coach and separate practice ground. Mr. Bennett took charge of the freshmen. They chose for their colors, green (with variations), and they showed the true Central spirit by being true to their colors. 'The sophomores were under the protecting wing ot Mr. Gordon. As a result of their work they did better than any other sophomore class has ever done, they scoring twenty points in the meet. Mr. Hamilton guided the juniors, while the seniors were led by Captain Robert Mehornay. Naturally enough, it was bc-tweccn these two classes that the real struggle took place. I he meet was finally won by the seniors with a score of fifty-two point-against forty-two for the juniors. The number of entries this year shows that track athletics are becoming more popular each year. The final score was: Seniors, 52; juniors, 42; sophomores. 20; freshmen, 3. The girls of the gymnasium classes presented to the winner of the meet a beautiful silk and gold banner. A better trophy was never contested for in an event of this kind. All persons connected with track work, as well as the winner of the emblem, wish to express their thanks to Miss Blatchly and her girls. , Another banner given for the six-men relay race between the classes was won by the sophomores. As is the custom, class numerals were awarded all winners in this meet, together with a place on the regular team. Mr. Hamilton, Kossi Flynn, ONE MILE RELAY TEAM Hoy McCubbln. Cady Daniels, Will May bury, Charles Patrick. 1 MEDICINE BALL RELAY TEAM Mr. Hamilton. Simonds, Mehornay, Gardner. Sosland, Wilson. HodKe. Caber. Flynn. Patrick. Woodbury. McCubbln. Blerwerth. SENIOR TRACK TEAM-INTER-CLASS TRACK WINNERS Rossi Flynn. Roy McCubbln, Will Maybury, Raymond Mills. Fred Weeks Irwin Cheney. Robt. Mehornay (Capt.), Karl Goldman, James Redmond 119 JUNIOR T RACK TEAM DimlRrove. Hodge, Tapp. Doering, Watson. Hedrick, C. Woodbury, IT. Woodbury. Catron, Brison, Vau ghn. Kreuger, Connell, Heitman King. Tyler, Mr. Hamilton. SOPHOMORE TRACK TEAM Berkeley, Patrick. Schuler. Gould vpes aniels. Bower. Taylor. i Wilson. Avery, Wilhelm. Moses, Butler. Mr. Gordon. FR ESHMAN Bowen. ’lay ton. Butler. Tlmanus, Woodbury, Davis. Adams, Douglass,, TRACK TEAM Hucko, Warrick Clark. Wilson. Griffith. Maloney, Robertson. Mr. Bennett. REGULAR TRACK TEAM ir. Woodbury (C pt.), Tapp. Wall ice. Bowers, Daniels. Patrick, McCubbln. Maybury. Mehornay, C. Woodbury. llson. Davis, Hodge, Watson. Goldman, Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Bennett. BASE .... .:l Jhct br K”t lexicon of youth there is no such word as fail” W hile the base ball team of 07 has not won, considering the difti-mlties overcome, it would be unjust to call it a failure. Optimism, you say. Well, is not that the viewpoint from which it should be considered: It is not what has been won, but what has been done with the materials offered- Since only two members of the team of last year reported this spring, the necessity of picking the squad almost entirely from new material arose. In base ball, as in all athletic games, it is necessary that each member learn to play in accordance with the style of the rest. New men utterly unacquainted with the play of each other cannot learn this in the short season of practice. They must have an adequate amount of practice together on a reliable diamond. We were unfortunate in not being able to secure a suitable par this year, having to play “corner lot” ball nearly all year. Vet most of all, real playing experience is essential; so young men such as made up our team this year cannot be expected to equal the play of men with two or three years of experience. .... . I nc Kamc was played before the league sason started. I his against Wentworth was really the best exhibition of ball put up by our team this year. We lost, six to two, but we were playing above our class. Despite this. Epstein pitched a clever game, with the others backing him up like real ball players. But woe to us when they came home! The first few games were lost merely trom stage tright. over-anxiousness. I oward the end of the season the team settled down somewhat, but they were never able to hit a winning streak. However, as eight of the squad were sophomores, we have something to look forward to in the future. formerly the High School League was made up of Manual, Westport, Kansas City. Kansas, and Central High School. This TRACK A The track team of 1907 suffered much by tiie absence of the star athletes of the wonderful team of 1906. As a foundation upon which to build, there were left but four of last year’s regular performers. Moreover, the record of last year’s team was exceptionally good. By winning five of the six meets in which they were entered, and by winning thirteen cups for the school, and about fitty individual medals, they have erected a fit goal for future teams to strive for. W ith this goal in view, the team, although young and inexperienced. started with a mighty effort to reach it. In the indoor work. Central was successful beyond question. On February 21 in a Medicine Ball Relay Race given by the Y. M. C. A.,the Central boys crossed the tape far enough ahead to get the silver cup before the also-contending Manual runners had a chance to touch it Again, when invited to run a fifty yards dash and a one mile relay against the proverbial foe in connection with the Missouri-Kansas meet, our boys came up to the standard. Flynn and Mav-bury won first and second in the dash, while McCubbin, Daniels, l BALL year a change was made; we were deprived of our friends from the south side. In their stead the Leavenworth High School was admitted to the league. Front their showing, they seem to have tilled well the vacancy left by Westport. The schedule was the same, each team playing each other team two games. 1 wo games in the league schedule against Manual were played to see which team should play the best team in St. Louis lor the championship of the state. We are very sorry to say that the honor fell to Manual, as they whipped us upon both occasions Also we are more sorry to say that they were defeated, in a breath snapping game, by the Central High School of St. Louis. ) the minimum score of one to nothing. Even though we could not win, we like the honors as close to home as possible. Our line-up for 1907; Pitchers—Epstein, Applegate. Third Base—Stinglc. Catchers—Hucke, Brammage. Left Field—Wood First Base—Gardner (Capt). Center Field—Slichter. Second Base—McKinnon. Right Field— McMillen, Bayne. Short Stop Monk, Lingrovc. I he following lines penned by a former athletic editor again are found appropriate: Oh. somewhere in this favored land The sun is shining bright; And somewhere bands are playing; And somewhere hearts are light. And somewhere birds are singing; And somewhere children shout: But there is no joy at Central— Manual High School beat us out. April. 1901. —Ralph Morrison. N D FIELD Flynn, and Patrick won an easy victory in the relay race. I11 the outdoor meets, the road was rough and hilly. On May 4. at Columbia, the team finished third to the strong team of Central ot St. Louis. Vet with a determined spirit five men went to Lincoln on May ti to the Missouri Valley Inter-Scholastic meet. here they scored 28 points, and won third place, St. Joe winning second place with 28% points. The dual meet with Manual is yet to come. I hough the Crimson team is strong. Captain Woodburv and his team are confident of floating the blue and white again victorious. I lie team this year included many under-class men; this, together with the fact that there arc now three active and efficient coaches in the persons of Mr. Hamilton. Mr. Gordon, and Mr Bennett, augurs well for future teams. The members of the team: H. Woodbury (Captain), Mehor- nay Hynn. Maybury. Patrick. Hodge. Catron. Daniels. Davis. Tapp. McCubbm. Mills, Watson. C. Woodbury. Wallace. Wilson. Bowers. Shafer. Redmond. Goldman. 123 BASE BALL TEAM Mr. Day Bonnifield. Stlngle. McKinnon, McMIUen. Applegate, Hrammage. Bavne, Monk, Slichter. Hucka, Gardner. Epstein, Wood, Young Man NO matter how well you have been pleased with made-to-order clothes, no matter how much you were disappointed with other young: men’s ready-to-wear suits—no matter what your experience may have been in finding; a suit to fit your fancy, your figure, and your price, a garment bearing the label will triumphantly stand more criticism, examination and wear than you ever conceived possible in merchandise of the sort. Sizes 30 to 36 Chest $12.00 to $35.00 126 JOS. K. BROWN GIFT RKCBIVKR, JUNIOR CLASS 0 When n Krcnl innn passes onward. crowned nllh years Of trill till effort, hnvltiic cnrried nut The cherished plans of youth nml hnrvested V wealth of iirnlNc nml IiIcssIiikm from the ones Who now rliv up to curry fornard one More step the Krent work lie lias done, we how Our IiciiiIm In reverence nml- lircntlic u pruycr And even cross our hnmls In reslfcnatlont Hut when relentless fntcM from nut nur inliUt Ton swiftly snuteli the liuddlni; promise of V nmstcr-splrlt, proved already hy th Imprint divine That ninrked Its curliest fruits; when Denth’a hold htintl. So like the ruveninic wolf which Hikes flic best. The fairest of the doek. picks cuuniimly From out u swarm of lesser souls, the one Kndowed with rarest kciiIus. and with strenalh. Desire, and aspirations for a task llntli arduous and noble.—who of us llut cries at once, rebellious. “I.ord, Thou art I iijust. foraettlnar what the saue old poet tells. That I ■oil has often neeil of sueli on IiIkIi. Intellect in a Weak Body is like Hercules in a rotten boat. The very force of his stroke will expedite the ruin of his craft Summer Features Swimming Pool, Lessons Free. Fine Tennis Courts at Independence and Woodland Avenues. Summer Camp at Leech Lake, Northern Minnesota. July 15 to August 15. “Get into the Swim now “ Instruction in Body Building. Muscular Education, Games Athletics, Aquatics, Basket Ball, Personal Hygiene. Thorough Medical Examinations. Young Men’s Christian Association PHYSICAL DEPARTMENT 810 WYANDOTTE STREET OUR ARTISTS THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS SEVENTEEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY STUDENTS IN 1906-07 FACULTY OF 105 GIVE FULL TIME TO INSTRUCTION Equipment of Grounds, Buildings and Apparatus now valued at $1,335,000 Campus of 1 70 acres; fourteen large buildings; a $ 100,000 Gymnasium, just completed; $250,000 to put into new Engineering Buildings in the next two years SEVEN SCHOOLS Graduate; the College; Engineering (civil, electrical, mechanical, mining, chemical); Fine Arts, Law, Pharmacy and Medicine Over one hundred Eminent Specialists lecture before the Students of Medicine CATALOGUE AND OTHER INFORMATION MAY BE HAD BY ADDRESSING The Chancellor, or Registrar, Lawrence, Kansas MRS. G. B. WIIBKI.br. Ouk Matron SENIOR THE WAIL OF A Hey diddle, diddle, Here is a riddle, What shall I find for a rhyme? Wlrat shall I take That will poetry make , And rank me in English quite fine? I might make a sonnet Upon my new bonnet— This subject is certainly stupid. I prefer to aspire To Dido and Tyre, Or the doings of dear little Cupid. But. alas and alack! 1 have not the knack To write like a Riley or Browning. This theme will come back. With red ink in its track. And tomorrow will find me still frowning. — Gladys Irish, ’07. 131 I wandered as a lonely Soph. Abandoned by my chums and friends. To the presence which all pleasure lends, lo the clamoring presence to which each bends— 1 he presence of Freshmen. Turning a corner suddenly, I caught a glimpse of fluttering green; The greenest green that has ever been seen; Ihe tender green that could only have been The greenness of Freshmen. I put my fingers in my ears To shut out the awful gurgling noise, Which is born of delight over new-bought tovs; VN hich can even disturb a Sophomore's poise— Oh, the noise of the Freshmen! I opened my eyes and my mouth to gaze. I remember that look of innocent youth, That frankness of eye that betokens truth; I hat foolishness that pervades nothing, in sooth. But the faces of Freshmen. — Nora Jack, 10. 132 About Your Summer Vacation There are many delightful re orts on the line of the Chicago, Milwaukee St. Paul Railway in Wisconsin, Minnesota and Michigan where you can enjoy your vacation. Booklet describing several hundred lake resorts in the North Country mailed upon request. The trip is quickly and comfortably made on THE SOUTHWEST LIMITED the train having longer, wider and higher berths ir the sleeping cars. Leaves Kansas City, Union Station, 5:55 p. m. Grand Avenue 122nd Street) 6:07 p. m. Arrives Chicago, Union Station, 8:20 a. m. in time for trains to the North or East. G. L. COBB SOUTHWESTERN PASSENGER AGENT 907 Main Street. Kansas City, Mo. THINGS WE HAVE TO SUFFER FORTY-SECOND ANNUAL SUMMER SCHOOL $5 JUNE, JULY, AUGUST, $5 PER MONTH Book-keeping, Shorthand and Typewriting or Telegraphy. English Branches, $3. COOL ROOMS. Our Rooms were planned and arranged especially for School purposes, being well lighted and ventilated by large windows on FOUR SIDES of the Building. OI K XKW v01.1,1 iI-. Ill'ILDlNi.. COURSES OF STUDY Are the same as at other terms in the year, and the classes are con ducted by our regular Faculty of experienced Teachers. OUR FREE EMPLOYMENT BUREAU Is daily placing Graduates and Students in good Positions. Write or call for free Summer School Circular. SPALDING’S COMMERCIAL COLLEGE, TENTH AND OAK STREETS. BrVBSMrSfc J- F. SPALDING, A. M., Pre.id.nl. OUR HOPES. nim FOOT BALL A Six Years’ Record n that period of time we have been elected the exclusive makers of All Emblems, Pins and Medals Used at Central To the members of any of the following classes or societies, we wish to state that we control the dies of the following pins and can make them up on short notice, at the original price: Central Aristonian Club Kelvin Klub Webster Club Minerva Club D. L. S. High School Class Pins from ’02 to Philo Literary Society Central Choral Club Society of Literature and History Spanish Club. ’08, inclusive Central Glee Club Shakespeare Club Classics Club Basket Ball Club Original Designs ol Class and Society Emblem Pins Submitted on Application. Novelties Made to Order 1118 Walnut Street SECOND FLOOR FOND RECOLLECTIONS r “THE. FIRST COLLEGE IN MISSOURI VALLEY” BAKER UNIVERSITY HISTORY Founded 1858; for many years the only institution of higher learning in this great southwest. Baker's contribution to the superior civilization of this great territory has been important and significant. Over 16,000 young people now occupying positions of influence in their respective communities have here received their inspiration for higher learning and higher living. GROWTH During the first twenty five years the attendance was, of course, very small, for the population was not large and it must give itself to the important question of bread and butter, having neither time nor money for pursuing higher education. Nevertheless during those twenty years the average attendance was 107; for the next twenty years it was 269. During the last nine years there has been a remarkable growth, as follows: 512, 568, 629, 727, 906, 963, 981, and for the current year it is 999. The housing capacity and the teaching force have more than doubled; the Freshman class has increased from 57 to 224; the College Department from 126 to 506; the Senior class from 14 to 60. ALUMNI Alumni and former students occupy prominent places in business, church and state. We shall be glad to send to anyone inquiring for it, a copy of the catalog containing the list of the Alumni. The number of prominent, successful and useful men and women therein indicated will compare favorably with the best and oldest institutions in the East or West. STANDING Because of the character of the work required in the daily class room, and in the general features of the college life. Baker has a good reputation in educational circles throughout the land. Her grades are DR. L. H. MUR LIN, LOCK B( accepted by all good post-graduate, professional and technical schools throughout the world. IDEALS The long and glorious history achieved by this institution has not been accident, but it is due to the high ideals of education and training nurtured in her inner life and spirit. She believes in manhood and womanhood in the four dimensions of character: physical, intellec tual, social and moral. With added equipment in its labratories, with the new gymnasium, new musical conservatory, library and church. Baker is better equipped than ever to make strong effort toward the realization of these high ideals. EXPENSES It is the constant study of the administration to keep the expenses of student life reduced to the minimum. The quality of life, both in the college and in the town, may be expressed in the trite phrase, “Plain Living and High Thinking. The earnest desire of the authorities is to bring educational opportunities within the reach of the very poorest. Of course expenses must vary with the habits and tastes of the students. Two hundred dollars per year is a fair average expense for a comfortable living. Some pass through a school year on much less than that; others spend much more. But character, not cash, is the open sesame to all the high privileges here afforded. TOWN Baldwin is an ideal college town whose population consists of Christian men and women interested in Christian education; hence, all the conditions of life conspire to this end. There are no distracting influences. The life of the town centers in the University, and the spirit and the ideals of the University permeate the entire community. The students room in the homes of these Christian people, and have their sympathetic care and attention. For catalog and other valuable literature address the president, )X 27 9, BALDWIN, KANSAS J Mildred: “What is the meaning of Ilcgira?” Bertha T.: “Twenty-three for Mohammed.” Sarah (reading from Julius Caesar”): “Portia knelt on her ear.” Florence A. (getting off the Twelfth street car): “My! haven’t we came quick.” Some girls are thinking what good chances there will be now to “jolly” their teachers over the new telephones. They had better be careful. Mr. Touton to Charles Woodbury, who was sitting listlessly at his desk, feet in the aisle, and chewing gum. “Charles, remove the gum from your mouth and put your feet in.” The seniors deeply regret that a whistle was the beginning and end of the junior yell on the night of the contest. William Wallace, translating Homer: “He was persuading the mind within his chest.” Hjalntas Johnson, translating German: “Upon the bride’s check the giant wanted to imprint a cow.” Byron had worked up a heated argument, with not even an opponent. “Why, the men characters of ‘Vanity Fair’ are mere puppets in the hands of Becky Sharp. They cling to Becky as steel filings to a strong magnet. They are all miserably weak, etc., etc-,” he spouted. Maymc: “I don’t agree with you. Dobbin is not like the rest.” Byron, disgustedly: “Well, but he makes a big fool of himself over Amelia.” Maymc, more disgusted: “Yes, most men do over some one.” (And Byron blushed. Was his conscience guilty?) Mabel, hurriedly to her father: “Papa, I have a compliment for you-” Mr. Nowlin: “Well, what is it?” Mabel: “I'll tell you tonight. I need fifty cents now.” (Isn't it shameful the way, these young ladies “work” their papas?) Scnor Hernandez, scratching his head, thoughtfully: “I have been plundering over this question for two hours.” Clyde, shivering: “Miss Adams, it is raining on me.” Miss A.: “Well, Clyde, close the window.” Clyde: “Thank you.” (I’ve read about people who did not know enough to get in out of the rain, but---) In the distant future, Kendall l.aughlin will be publishing a textbook on The Best Method to Mark Long Vowels in Latin.” Miss Strauchon: “England is noted for her weeping willows. At Cambridge the willows weep into the Cam.” Two girls discussing Robert Mehornay: “I think Robert is fine.” “What on earth,” asked her companion, “do you see about him?” “Oh, he has such endearing features.” THE ETERNAL FEMININE Miss Denton: “Now, I'll read you about brighter things of Roman life. This is about the women.” Witty words from Wingcrt: “And a flock of oxen came along.” “I think the word is an epitaph.” (We suggest that she use the dictionary and compare epitaphs with epithets.) Telephone Grand J3J4 Bell a 805-12 Shuker 1 i Building:, UJ5 Grand Avenue 1 CORNISH BAKER PHOTOGRAPHERS AN INSTITUTION OF SI □PERIORITY THAT HAS COME TO STAY In a discussion concerning pure athletics, Mr. Touton is quoted as remarking that swimming is such a clean sport. On April 5— Stanley Clausen: “Hurrah for the Aristonians!” Adella, noticing his lilies-of-thc-valley: Do you like them?” Stanley: “You can bet your life I do.” A.: “Oh, I mean the flowers.” And Stanley turned a patriotic Webster red. Miriam: “Henry, won’t you buy a ticket for the baseball game?” Henry O’B.: “Well, no, Miss Miriam; you see, I have to buy more tickets than you could sell me. I have to take an orphan asylum.” Miriam, with interest: “Oh, you mean the Webster club?” And Henry, after the Webster fashion, made 23. Freshman: I will not be so hardhearted: I will give them a livers ‘skidoo’ (schedule) of my beauty.” German Pupil, translating: “The male hen is a proud, stately ird.” Two Central boys were overheard discussing Sunday morning hurch attendance. “Why do women like to get to church early?” asked one. “That’s easy,” answered the other, sarcastically. “They want o get there before the ‘hymns’ arc given out.” Small Boy (watching Mr. Touton play golf): “My, ain’t he knocker!” We hadn’t noticed it very much up here. Impressions of a freshman: “Let the weinies boil and bubble, That they may cause awful trouble; Old stale bun and piece of pickle. All are given for a nickle.” Isn’t it queer? That when Will B. is absent, Mr. Peters always asks Bonita where he is? That Edna O. is attending all sales of kitchen utensils already? That Vernon is to be manager of the Gilliss next winter? That Dudley was so sorry because Meda was chosen to present the Webster medals? That Fay I. appears to enjoy Burke’s Conciliation so much? That Dwight seems to think he can orate better if he rolls up his trousers? That Beatrice H. was heard singing, Mere Comes the Bride”? That the Feshmen were wise enough to chose green for their class color? That T. K. prefers Caesar to the love stories in Ovid? CHESTARFELD SUITS $20 to $40 AND COLLEGE CLOTHES $15 to $25 GET THEM AT EMERY BIRD THAYER COMPANY ( X - Y ) The room was warm, the light was dim, As the “magistcr” stepped within. His face was clouded, his right hand shook, As he laid on his desk the threatening book. He seated himself in a straight-back chair. And all unconsciously rumpled his hair. Seizing his weapons, which were pen and ink, He glared at the judge and tried to think. Card after card formed a neat little pile, And the look of anguish changed to a smile; But all too soon it disappeared in the night, And his face became a woeful sight. He rubbed his head and pulled his tie, But still before him were piled high Cards and stacks of papers. He went to work with doubled zeal, For. to waste seconds, was to steal. The clock upon the mantelpiece Chimed twelve, but still he did not cease. The piles grew smaller, and the light less bright, As. with the scratch of his pen, wore on the night. At last he rose, and, with desperate look. Threw down his pen and old grade book. But at the same time he exclaimed, with a groan, O Caesar! KaTHKYN CtKXTKY. 10. Most sweet it is. with vain, presumptuous pride. To pace the halls, if room be there or none. If the fair creature alongside glide. Whom he has set his heart upon. Pleased, rather, to chat with her, I ween. Of schoolboy fancies, or some happy tome Of love and daring slipping in between The lesson coming and the lesson gone. If she smile on another, from that day Let him break off all sauntering with the maid-If she keep her soulful eyes turned his way, How'cr the prudish teachers may abuse. The lovelorn youth forgets about the grade. His judgment seared by Cupid’s scorching ray. H. F. COM,. Our iihad Janitor Send for Special Circular and Sixty Page Catalog The Summer Term of the 3)illenbeek School of Oratory Lessons from 9 a. m. to 12 m. Daily Except Saturday WILL BEGIN June 17th, and Continue Five (5) Weeks 0 Preston K. Dtllenbeck, Director COR. TENTH AND McGfcE STREETS KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI EVOLUTION OF A POWDER PUFF SOME FAMOUS PEOPLE Do You IVant Clothes? GO TO James Stewart The Young Man's Tailor At 1008 WYANDOTTE STREET “HE WILL SUIT YOU’’ A TRIUMPHANT MARCH OF CAESAR IMPRESSIVE QUALITY •I In all that we do is the Backbone of this Trade Mark Let us quote on all School Work. We make it a Specialty 149 A SOLILOQUY To sponge or not to sponge: that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to learn one’s own lessons, And fail to make a grade of more than F, Or to ask aid of those for whom we know There is no failure here? To sponge: to pass; To pass! Perchance to gain a G: ay, where’s the rub? Not there. For’t takes no mind to sec what peace will come When we can go to bed at one o'clock To quiet dreams; and there’s the respect Of teachers to uphold while we are here; For who would bear the scorn or pity of those hard and vigorous Oppressors of the young and weak? The pangs that follow frequent unlearned Lessons and those many tests of knowledge gained by daily study. When he himself might earn great credit With the knowledge of another? Who would sponge at all And have his friends and schoolmates Hate to meet him in the hall before the bell had rung? Rut that the dread of taking home a final F To a stern father, or an anxious mother Conquers the desire for everlasting rest. And makes us rather persecute our friends Than go to class with “T don’t know-.” Before we w-ould succumb to the most awful fate of dullards. Would we almost rather Work and learn our lessons for ourselves. But why this meditation? Com’st not That dear old friend of mine of English Lit’. Who always does his work, adown the hall? Nora Jack, ’10. Arnold’s magazine of fabrics and fashions Ask for a copy at our wash goods counter, north aisle, Baltimore Avenue floor. There is no charge. This magazine illustrates many exclusive styles in street costumes, house dresses, evening gowns and waists, also childrens’ and misses’ dresses. The latest and most desirable fashions for summer wear. The models are all practical and can be reproduced at home or by dressmakers from patterns which can be procured. This 1( page magazine free upon request THEFROEBEL Kindergarten Training School of KANSAS CITY, MO. Eleventh YearOpens in September TWO YEARS' COURSE Address, MISS ELIZABETH MOSS, 200 East 26th Street, . KANSAS CITY, MO. THE, CLNTRALIAN DICTIONARY ADJOURN, v. What Mias Fox’s classes sometimes forget to do. ALCOHOL. Preserves everything but a reputation. AMBITION. A disease common to Webster boys. Cure, Mr. Ayres. AMISS, adv. Faulty—also a noun meaning a young lady. ANALOGY, n. A word on which Mr. Gordon has a monopoly. ANGEL. From an and French gelcr to freeze. The girl you're frozen to. A RISTON IA NS. n. A society of girls which lives solely on Hcrshey’s Milk Chocolate. AUTOBIOGRAP1IY. A sophomore’s theme on any subject. BERYL, n. A green mineral. Also a girl’s name. BLUE. adj. The way we feel after Mr. Smith has sprung a test. BLUFF, v. Ask Vernon. BORE, n. A person who is always telling the same Joke. BRAINSTORM, n. An attack that Mary L. suffered April 19. 07. BUSY. From “buss” to kiss. We are very busy men —Blanchard and Page. CASH. n. No one on the staff can give a definition for this. CASE. n. A species of mania, called puppy love.’’ CENTRAL, n. The llnest High School In the middle west. CHAPERONE. From shap. and rone. an old Saxon word meaning “to run. Something for a chap to run from. CHEMISTRY. From key and mystery. The key to the mysteries of those awful odors in the lower halls. CHUMP, n. A fellow who will ask for votes for himself at a senior election. CIRCUS, n. To hear Homer and Byron argue. COMPLIMENT, n. What Dudley hates most. DANDY, n. A fellow very particular in dress, who parts his hair in the middle, wears llashy clothes, and low shoes. A synonym— Vernon. DEAR. n. Milady love. As an adj.. expensive. DEVOUR, v. The way Maizie eats sandwiches. DIMPLE. A depression in the love market. DISHABILLE. Glee Club’s full dress. DISOBEY, v. No one in Central knows the meaning of this verb. EASY. a. The way we work our papas. EDITOR, n. A man who sits in his office chair, with his feet on his desk, while his manager hustles. EQUIVALENT. From equus, horse, and valius, good. A good horse is equivalent to an E.” ETIQUETTE, n. Miss Bain’s hobby. EXAGGERATED EGO. n. A very serious mental derangement very hard to cure—indeed, often incurable. Websters are especially afflicted with it. FAlTtY. n. Gladys Trigg. FICTION. “I have a good excuse. Miss Adams”—V. P. FIERCE, a. A word which as slang is beyond the limit. FLUNK. A technical word whose meaning is best known to freshmen. FOGIES, n. pi. Some of our teachers. FOOL. n. Detinltlon entirely too personal. FRATERNITY. A mutual association for the collection of street signs and sofa pillows. FRESHMEN, n. Dear little children whose minds are fresh and verdant. FRIGHT, n. Mr. Lewis’s I’. S. History tests. FUDGE, n. A dainty served in Assembly Hall on Fridays. FUZZ. A crop on the face harvested by machines. GALLOWS. A neck and neck tlnish. GENIUS. Best excuse for not getting a hair-cut. GEE! interjection. Ask girls for meaning. GRAFTER, n. One who gets some one else to translate his lesson to him. , . „ GRIND, n. A person who works on his lesson incessantly, e. g., 15J Victor Speas. . _ . GUMPTION, n. Oftentimes a minus quantity at Central. HABIT, n. Eating sandwiches. HASH. ? ? ? ? ? HAZY, a. An adj. modifying Homer s arguments. HICCOUGH. A machine for registering drinks. ILLEGAL. An election you've lost. IMAGINATION. Our baseball team. INDUSTRY, n. Clyde’s redeeming quality (?). JACK, alias JACQUE, n. A dandy. JANITOR, n. The chief personage at Central. JUNE. n. The happiest month in the year. KID. n. A young goat, a young boy. Both have a propensity for butting in. KISS. n. A piece of Tom Foolery; nothing divided by two. KNOWLEDGE. Tho rainbow we chase. LATl’N, n. The bane of existence. LAZY. a. A word which in 1907 became obsolete. LIBEL. Anything told in the Luminary office. LIMIT, n. A word whose slang use English teachers forbid. See tierce. LOAFING. The most popular course in Central. For particulars see Business Manager Berger. LOVE. A permanent derangement of the mind, leading to the purchase of an extra meal ticket. LUCK, n. An abstract thing on which pupils depend on Monday mornings. MADDENING, a. Ruth's glances. MALADY. Old form. My l ady. A kind of sickness. MEASLES, n. See Mumps. MEMORY, n. That for which we would sell our hats on test days. MINERVAS. n. A society of girls still in its cradle. MISTLETOE. A parasitic plant growing on gas jets in December. Thrives best in dark places. From miss and let —permission. MONDAY, n. The bluest day in the week. , , MUMPS, n. A children’s disease to which our teachers seem especially liable. NIGHTINGALE, n. Lottie. OSCULATION. Scientific term for the transference of bacilli. PHILOSOPHERS. From philos.'’ love, and ’sofa. Couples who rill sofas. , , . PONY, n. A monstrosity without legs that seniors ride thru Latin. PREVARICATION, n. “I was ill yesterday. PURSE, n. A bag in which to carry pins, ribbons, letters, mirrors. and chamois skins. QUIZ. n. Mr. Avres's long suit. RESTAURANT, n. res and taurur. A bully thing. ROAST, n. What Mr. Ayres feeds his classes on blue Monday. SANDWICH, n. A small matter of bun. ham. mustard, and pickle tlmr Mr. Coll sells every day for five cents. SQUELCHED, a. A Hissful state of mind produced by one of Miss Bain's lectures. STAG. A store (?) on Walnut street. SUBLIMITY, n. A state of mind In which Dudley and Medn always are while together. WALKING DICTIONARY, n. A person who knows everything. Syn.. Virginia Robertson. Commencement Clothes FOR YOUNG MEN V IT is pleasing to select from so large an assortment, and certainly satisfaction to know that the styles are unquestionably correct. « « « Woolf tBrnihers SmrtttBlftttg Cnoim Company main and tenth V vfc RUDD-McQUEENY COMPANY INSURANCE IN ALL ITS BRANCH ES REAL ESTATE LOANS RENTALS BRYANT BUILDING ROBERT’S OWN By Robkrt Written, revised, condensed, and Section I. All IIiimIiicmm should be brought before this assembly by a motion of a member, such as dancing a jig or overturning a chair; or by the presentation of a communication, such as a warrant for the arrest of the president or any like communication usual in a ladies' sewing circle. 2. To Make a Motion a member must obtain the floor by subduing all other candidates and attracting the attention of the president by means of any throwable object. :t. TO Open Debate, a can opener is necessary, 4. All Principal Motions, etc., must be written In complicated spelling. so that no one can understand them. 5. After n Question ha been Minted by the presiding ofllcer. ho may be dispensed with, as Marquis of Queensbery rules will be used in settling all debates. 6. A Principal or lnln Quest ion or motion is not really necessary, as it only serves to start the discussion. 7. Subsidiary or Secondary Hoiiim may bo madb to lead the opponent off his guard. 8. Incidental Questions will not bo answered. 9. Privileged Questions aro limited to the president. 10. To Fix the Time to Which the Assembly Shall published for the benefit of the any time, and to be enforc Adjourn, the president shall be excused and telephone the message back, as some members may not agree. 11. To Adjourn the doors only must be used, provided the meeting is not on the first floor. 12. Questions of Privileges are to bo settled in favor of the largest member. 13. The Order of the Day will not be changed; but the hours will follow in regular succession. 14. Appeals are only allowed to those not able to maintain their rights. 15. Objection to thet'on-Midern t Ion of a Question should not be attempted unless the objector lias his forces well organized. 16. Heading Paper Is limited to the reading of the “Daily Drovers' Telegram. published monthly. 17. The Withdrawal of n Motion must be done quickly. so as not to be noticed. 18. SiiMpeiiNlnn of the HuIcm is in effect whenever the “Guardian of the Peace Is absent. 19. To I.le on tlie Table is much harder than to He on the couch. All persons caught lying on the president will be fined not less than three hours in afternoon study hall, or more than one of Mr. Holmes’s jokes. 20. The Previous Question has usually been heard before. RULES OF ORDER j. Mkhoknay, ’07. 153 International t'nion of Dis-Orderly Grass Cutters; subject to change at ed by Hubert and his Big Stick. 21. To Postpone to n Certain liny can only be done when the day in question is named. 22. To Commit anything except absolute murder is considered perfectly right. 23. To mend anything it is necessary to tell the Inresident, so that he may join the stronger side. 24. To Postpone Indcll-nlicly. simply forget It. 25. Filling Blanks will be prosecuted for forgery. 26. The Renewal of u 'lotion should be preceded by a notice, so that persons objecting may arm themselves. 27. To Reconsider it Is well to be feeling extraordinarily strong. 28. Committees shall do all the work of this body, except where there is a possibility of graft. in which case the president reserves the right to act. 29. The Forms of Reports of Committees must be uniform: blue caps. green sweaters. yellow knee breeches, and red shoes. 30. The Reception of Reports will be held every Tuesday at 5:19 o’clock in the Fink Room of the Luminary Building. Everything will be absolutely formal, the members wearing red sweaters and over- 31. Adoption of Reports should onlv be made by members able carefully to rear the same. 32. The Committee of the Whole is urged to have It mended as soon as possible. 33. Informnl Consideration of n Question should only be attempted by those much skilled in the use of arms. 34. De-hnte shall always be kept In a can of moistened dirt, so as to remain f resit. 35. I'ndehnf nltle Qties-tlonM and Those Opening the Main Question to Debate are not to be talke 1 about. 36. Decorum in Debate is not clearly understood by this body and will not be used in any of its meetings. 37. Closing the Debate Is granted any member able to stand at the closing time. 3$. The Voting should be done by mail, so as to avoid “confusion.” 39. 'lotions Requiring 'lore Than n Majority Vote shall be determined bv the strength of the adherents. 40. The Chairman or President must be agreed with or the Chief Persuader will be called to act. 41. The Clerk or Secretary must know how to write and should know how to read. 42. Anyone not adhering to these Rules of Order will be dejected, erected, inflected. and ejected by the Chief Cutter and his Rig Stick. (Thp (Urntral, Kansas QIttij, anil Uhaanurt iRatlrnart NORTH BOUND SOUTH BOUND TIME ' LIMITED YEARLY SOPHOMORE EXPRESS JUNIOR FAST MAIL SENIOR FREIGHT Anywhere jjrjk from 3 to Yr. ’ Algeborough Mathematti Foxton Strauchoning English ton Lubyville Physicus Chemistry June. O r Nowlin City Lewisville h Civ’l Govt. Station Caesaropolis Nerving Lit. City Crowen Poeticus Perpetua Bluffs Easy ton SIDE TRACK Foreign Languageville Historic Center THROUGH CAR No. 1 Day Coach and Dining Car No. 7 Chair Car No. 175 Sleeper No. 23 Parlor Cars and Special Observation Cars SERVICE Warding toFreshdom First Year to Sophomond Sophomond to Juniorsville Seniorton to Diplomatti D. HENDRICKSON GENERAL informat Ruth BAGGAGE REGULATIONS. Personal baggage, consisting of ordinary wearing aooarcl chocked’free” at Kf d a d ,fo pound ’wT be tnccKea tree at the company’s locker rooms. and s?K-ergm aC|XCeSS °f t,US am.°,unt’ including scholarships, gold cxcess bagga'gc3rates“PS’ 'T 1 be char «3 accord bag “gcrmastchr°Uld paiked l cfore bein ‘■ •rusted to the nvvnfrreSh,???n ®aby Cabs V]l bc checked if accompanied by the Ployed if ther STCfaut,on « f checking the owners should be em-p °yrh.Mrif A da Ker of lhc,r getting lost in the halls. persoi re ca?riedrfrel 3gC' ,n cfar« of a competent mores and those under T T f,ve ycars a«c’ eluding sooho-tEv?!’ d ,c undor twelve, are required to pay half fare Those over twelve must pay full fare P un‘ iitiZo'Z ur - of“ndfxtpra0g“ghby1 what raT 8 SlH Ul ' ”’akC a 'c 'or ndum nlace and HaS , , aj radway issued, and consecutive number, ,oThde„t,wo7„°ofia,s “ s« u i,kUh',ro' n rr'ron°T ya , ,icket °™d s p. •� «« are dily'notTfi'ed ''' CXttnM fr°m ° e ,0 ,hrc' ears- if officials choekr?W,fe„r,i'ih?ei,Cilarged on Pie« of Outbound baggage h cll ?i|hK lCd’ remaining at the Central offices over P G . . CorPses will be handled under check if destined for inv noiut between examinations or Society Hall Programs y p ___Notice—Special charges will be made for dead beats ==' W p« � en er Sidetracked—Sandwich Islands. ___No. io Will run to Strauchoning vilTthe Themc B nch. No. 6—Will stop on signal from any Hunker. Ten°ort3omWi S‘°P ° discharg« P� � � r, from Tw t Notice All cars are heated by hot air. «„dIntC?Stlng L,terature Copies of interesting books will hr nZZ'XZrX Sr;. MoreCC'Pt °f S,am Add’ress “Lu-Sights and Scenes in Assembly Hall.”— By V. C. Page. ION FOR TRAVELERS AN DOKKN atric Hilf. Thr°Ugh Cen,ral’ Mountainous Regions.”-By Be pollows the Flag.”—By H. Berger. C. I. Biancha°rT,eyS ° ' H°mos °f 1-amous Kair Ones.”-By DESCRIPTION OF COUNTRY is certain cverv vpar ??te land? a ,ar«e graduating crop aliTm, cTonSitiong Cater 'o n.orl'hea'hhi in Southwest See«s ’ mOUn,a,nous rc8'ons- ='«sed as “Halls” POINTERS FOR HOME SEEKERS elementsLnTaivVinr °,',d 1°' 1,01 spri «s- At a y moment the icmcnts nia spring a test � n unsuspecting travelers. hv r' .Strai,cho,,,nK-—Beautiful little town, surrounded however tryavdh,gy COUntr - RoadS ,CadinK to '� are rather roigh hom«eeker5.etUa BIuffs_A ' ■’itahlc land of Canaan for restless t Foxtyo'nlleA p0pu!?ted ith 'v°°den Indians, checks, briefs? etc g00 1 WOrkcrs A c y ch in 7 M=S,h!.OnT.Rr0Aper0lis fi,y' si,l,ated on the Peaceful river timber farfd Oescnbecl as wild and woolly. F-xceilcnt Cinch. Poct'cus Peaceful little hamlet, located on the winding mercially and mgman°ySP °US S d,y: ad a� ‘«� «. « - ATTENDANT SERVICE, CABS, CARS, ETC Transf«r Company have their agents at their Office Building, first floor. Passengers desiring prompt delivery of bar aKnygCofr.r gtr? 0 e“ sam' d° ' b 'glvi Yhe k fo ing to°r r e«lIUr™ibheodr rtrvi 0 5 paSS™ d«- 155 156 PRACTICALLY THE ENTIRE NATION! IS AT YOUR CALL IF YOU HAVE A Bell Telephone ALL BELL TELEPHONES ARE LONG DISTANCE INSTRUMENTS. AND THE KATES ARE RIGHT THE MISSOURI KANSAS TELEPHONE COMPANY clever commencement clogs---- For Lads and Lassies ROBINSON’S The Big Shoe Store” 1016-1018 MAIN STREET “THE, CENTRAL FROTHY PAGE” ADVERTISEMKNTS UNDER THIS COLUMN TWO BITS A WORD WANTS. WANTED—A Job like this: A position that pays $100 a day. start at 12 m.. quit at 1 p. in.: an hour off for dinner; pay every other day; no work on pay day. and a holiday between. Please don’t everyone reply at once.— Vernon C. Page. WANTED — Certificates admitting us to any college.—Seniors. WANTED- An obesity cure. -David Heals. WANTED—A base ball team that we can lick. —Monk. WANTED—An opportunity to tell how much 1 know.—H. E. Richards. SITUATION DESIRED—I should very much like to obtain a position as a phonograph In a moving picture theatre.—Dudley C. Monk. SITUATION WANTED —By a good Irish boy to wheel grunts from a pig iron factory. Apply to McDaniels, basement. LOST. IA)ST. STRAYED OR STOLEN —A Vergil trot. 1:55. Will pay high reward, as it Is the only means by which I can successfully ride thru.—Clyde I. Blanchard. LOST—My affection. Can give Bomo good clues to any one interested in the search.—Edna Oakley. LOST — My reputation; been missing for some time.—Berger. LOST—The voice of the Glee Club. When last seen they wen-going heavenward (?) from Assembly Hall, May 17. Page is very much at loss without his ami will pay high reward. LOST—The privilege of going out with the hoys. Was lost or stolen about four years ago. Will gladly pay dearly for its recovery.—See Mayme Roberts. FOR SALE. FOR SALE — The expression I’ll he hound to look into the matter.” Gaseoigne has grown tired of it, although it Is very new. FOR SALE—-The cage we've kept the Monk in all winter. Somewhat the worse for the weai, hut still serviceable. FOR SALE OR TRADE—An In terllnear translation of Cicero’s Oration. Reason: Going to pass with an E. Will trade for a Vergil. See Tapp. Room 11. FOR SALE —A Trig. head. Somewhat out of condition, but can be easily patched up with cotton, so that It will be as good us new.—Richards. FOR SALE—My entiro collection of pretty girls'pictures. Contains over one hundred unusual specimens.- See V. C. P., Business Manager. All the pictures in this hook made by BAUER COFFEY Now go where your judgment sends you 15 Home Phone 456 Main 10 3 0 Main Street Spes Tested Free Kansas City, Mo. POSITIONS for High School and College Men We have constant calls for bright, ambitious young men in the office, sales and technical departments of thousands of business and manufacturing concerns. . Offices in t'wel'vc cities. CALL OR WRITE US 619 HaoaoocK Kansaso,y' R. A. Long Bldg. I | V V J MISSOURI THE NATIONAL ORGANIZATION OF PA IN 'BROKERS F. R.Cowles, B S. H W Whitten M. A E. E Sallee, A. B. Bell Telephone, South 386 Home Telephone, South 2151 THE UNI VERSITY PREPARATORY SCHOOL SIXTEEN EAST THIRTY-FOURTH STREET SUMMER SCHOOL June 1 I th to September 1 5th EFFICIENT INSTRUCTION IN ALL HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE SUBJECTS Regular Fall Session Begins September 23d, 1907 WRITE OR CALL FOR INFORMATION fidelity Crust Company One of the Strongest Financial Institutions in Kansas City Capital and Surplus $2,000,000 INTEREST PAID ON DEPOSITS THE SECOND SESSION OF THE IDEAL CLUB (By Special Correspondent of the ideal Press.) May 28. The meeting of the male Ideal Club was opened very sharply by President Can Opener, after much hammering on the lid. The roll was attended to by Secretary Baker. All the members responded hotly to their names with the satisfactory report of •'Done.” Two members who arrived some what late were so crusty that the secretary impatiently placed them on the burnt list. Assistant Secretary Clock ticked off the hours of the last meeting minutely, and watchfully recorcd those of the present session. The Names Committee, upon being called for its report, responded as follows: Date The first meeting after last meeting-To the Ideal Club: We recommend for membership in tins club the names of Mr. Sharp and Mr. Bells. Gradily yours, MR. INDEX BOOK E. RANKER. MR. INDEX BOOK F. RANKEST. Mr. Ways and Mr. Means of the Programme Committee could not agree on a report suitable to both. President Can Opener cut in upon their squabbling, and his voice sounded very harsh “Since you two gentlemen cannot come t an agreement, the club will hear the report in pieces. Mr. Ways, thereupon, gave his piece as folio .vs: Report for today to be given immediately for the purpose of showing in his true colors the contemptible Mr. Means. Here the speaker was interrupted by cries of Put him out!” Order! Mob him!” “Cut it out!” roared the president. Proceed. Mr- Ways, as this is a club of free speech.” Mr. Ways continued with an angry look at M Means. The program is as follows: 1. Means’meanness.................................................Mr. Ways. 2. Away with Means..............................................Mr. Ways Before he was seated Mr. Means, red in the face, jumped up with his report: 1. Is Ways mean?...............................................Mr. Means. 2. Away with Ways..............................................Mr. Means. These two reports were accepted with the ad lition by the club of a fifth number, entitled Fitting Eulogies on Ways and Means”—Mr. Means and Mr. Ways. Two special committees gave reports on the names of things contained in a student’s vacuum: Whereas, one of the committees found nothi ig, and the other such a long list, the president cut their reports from the minutes. Under old bu ine-s all articles belonging to the club not having the pure-food label on somewhere. were opened for internal inspection and dehate. After a tedious discussion the Can Opener grew weary, but was not sharp enough to cut off all debate. He appealed to Mr. Gas Bill, who finally, by his threats to cut off all gas after ten minutes h id passed, got the house into payable attention. Poor Mr. Label, however, got stuck on one can. and. despite his entreaties and points of order, his can was laid on the table- Some speckled taters gathered near when M-. Door opened his mouth to quarrel with M,r. Hinges in the windy part of the session. Cut it out. said Mr. Knife. Mr. Door, shut up.” said the president. This reprimand cjosed Mr. Door and stopped the squeaking of Mr. Hinges. Sad to tell, however, Mr. Clock became untimely and refused to record another minute. No one being able to throw oil on the unruly member, the meeting adjourned. —P. I. Brown’s Business College iu4-i6-i$ Brand Avenue Bell $22 Grand - telephones----- Borne 5501 main The Recognized Leader Our Prices Talk For Us OUR WORK TELLS THE FULL STORY SUMMER DISCOUNT RATES Bookkeeping 3 Mos. $10 4 Mos. $15 6 Mos. $25 Telegraphy Gregg Shorthand 44 Pitman McKee 44 1 5 2 0 Chartier 44 Overtime any Dept, after 3 Mos. - I Mo. $6. 3 Mos. $15 CAUTION You may be offered a rate of $10.00 for three months by some other schools, but you will not be offered as low rates for four or six months, or as low rates for extra time after three months. Their $10.00 rate will be but a bait to catch you for a longer term at higher rates. LISTEN Any high school student can take a position at the end of three months with McKee or Chartier Shorthand. They cannot do so with any other system on earth. Ours is the only school in the city that can give McKee or Chartier. General (Igent, FIDELITY and DEPOSIT COMPANY ol MARYLAND, SURETY BONDS. 305 306-307 DWIGHT BUILDING, KANSAS CITY, - - MISSOURI. HOM E TELE PHON E 5800 MAIN. “MOTHER GOOSE � l( l (Revised and simplified for the benefit of the Classics Club.) Little Jacques C, Scdebat in “three” Studens Christmas Play. Neglexerat cram, Oblitus exam, Ah, vitandissima day! Maizic, Maizie, sandwich eater, Habebat nickellam; non potuit keep her. Incarcerit she in sandwich shell, Quo loco kept she very well. Arma virumque cano! The football never’ll go. So here's for a cheer For Mehornay, sans peer— Arma virumque cano! Nostra domina est faceta anima, and faceta anima est she. Postulat “pomes,” Expectat tomes, Maxima cum gravite. But nostra domina non solum faceta, non solum faceta est she. In ancient seers, Incitat fears, Acrissima rivalry. For nostra domina. when nostra opera, when nostra opera grades she, With f's” and her “c's” And her “j,” “r,” “d’s,” Shows pre-eminence in mystery. GOODYEAR RUBBER COMPANY 807 MAIN STREET MAKERS of THE CELEBRATED COLD SEAL (TRADE MARK) RUBBER GOODS All goods of this brand fully guaranteed. Rubber Surface Clothing, Boots and Shoes. Tennis and Gymnasium Shoes, Foot Balls. Rubber outfits for Hunting and Fishing I Kansas City School of Law SEND FOR CATALOGUE WHICH WILL GIVE FULL INFORMATION jft, jt E. D. ELLISON, Secretary, 936 New York Life Bldg. W. P. BORLAND, Dean, 601 New York Life Bldg. FOR THE Niftiest Hats in Town SEE ■ Connelly’s Hats of Nowadays 820 Delaware TWO STORES 1022 Main U-hr iiiiuuu' of JJarrarit tatumrr tit mb (Cnllruris The imprint “Jaccord” upon stationery has been for seventy-five years the recognized mark of distinction. CJ We make a specialty of Invitations, Programs and Cor respondencc Stationery for Colleges and Fraternities. Samples upon Request. Jlarrarfc 3nurlrtj (ttu., 1017-10 Walnut THE PUZZLE PAGE RIDDLE. (With apologies to Tennyson.) We steal by John and Mr. Coll, We glide by busy classes; We buy at Mrs. Jackson’s all That’s good for lads and lasses. We slip, we slide, we pass, we share Among our starving fellows; We make one angry teacher glare. Another fairly bellows. DOUBLE ACROSTIC. The primals and finals, when guessed, will tell The first of a series of tortures most fell . 1. What it is useless to do after the cards are out. WeeP 2. The organ which is least active in the schoolroom. EaR 3. Miss Strauchon’s favorite musical instrument. BanjO 4. The one thing the Glee Club cannot do. S111G 5. One of Central’s most dangerous rivals. TheatcR 6. Our leading star. EdnA 7. What Mr. Cammack always demands, but never gets. R00M 163 Wc chatter, spite of frowns and taps. In blissful non-attention; And only when the topics lapse. We stop with condescension. But out again our thoughts (?) they How, An endless stream together. For men may come, and men may go . But we go on forever. Answer—The Gabble-Gobble club. Representative members: Senior class. Eugenia Martin. Junior class. Jewel Balfour. Soph otnorc class. Nanette Spitz. Freshman class. Rachel Dobbins. Problem Who could have written in three winks of the eye and on a single sheet of note paper a letter of two hundred words which it afterwards took him forty seconds to read? CHARADE. My first is something that’s sought by the sea. With bucket and spade. Tis that with which in the greatest degree, Success is made. My second is one who with muttering and wave Will bind you in charm, Unless of my first you’ve sufficient to save And loose you from harm. My whole is something that’s small, fat, and round, But whose compass is reckoned To hold e’en more power to entice and confound Than my dreadfulest second. Answer Xo one but a Shakespeare. Answer Sand-witch. TO MY ALGEBRA TEACHER If ever you get married. The worst luck I wish you Is that all your children Shall fail in Algebra II. When Pet comes home to father. With an “F” upon her card. Perhaps you will then remember The one you did discard. Makcarki H, ni.i:v. ’10. Depository For all pupils in Kansas City Public Watt Webb, President W. S. Wrbb, Cashier We Want Your Bank Business Large or Small. Schools. - U. S. and K. C. Savings Boxes School Bonds are held by Board of Education as security for all School Saving Accounts. 820 Walnut Street Loaned Free to all Depositors. GUY’S BAKERY AND BAKERY LUNCH SANDWICHES AT ALL HOURS FRUITS AND CANDIES CIGARS AND TOBACCO w A. M. GUY I dare you to Come and see me 419 East Eleventh Street s iing rtii -------KNOWING----------------- On your way to Central, “the House of Learning” Stop at Friedman’s and learn something worth knowing. Here'sa sample: Young Men can have their SUITS made to measure at astonishing prices. First-class Work.. Young Women can have their WEARING APPAREL cleaned and pressed. IVork unsurpass d in Kansas City. THIS HAPPENS AT 411 EAST ELEVENTH Central Hat Shop Two Blocks West of High School We make Hats for Vounjj IVIen 220 East QELHAAR INeor Eleventh Expert hat Renovating McGee Phones 2759 lain THE LATEST MUSICAL COMDEY SUCCESS HISTORY OF ATHLETIC S OR DOINGS IN THE STRENUOUS LIFE Music by Beethoven. (Try these to There Was I I. Captain Mchornay and chorus of disappointed football players. There were we, waiting in the hall; Waiting to play ball, beloved football; While the Board was thinking of it all, Locked in a room securely. At last there came a message through the door: “They’d have to think some more.” Gee! but we were sore. At last we had to say “This year we cannot play; School Board won't let us.” II. Captain Shafer and chorus of victorious basket ball players. There were we, waiting by the court, Conic to have some sport yes, mild and gentle sport. The girls and children all admire this sort: At least, that is what some fancy. They think wc jumped and slowly ran around, And never hit the ground Or ever made a sound- just let them try to play our friends across the way”— But we got the “Silver.” Book and Lyrics by Robert L. Mehornay. Waiting at the Church.”) III. Captain Monk and chorus of defeated baseball players. There were wc, all dressed up just the same. Come to play the game, quite anxious for the game; We’re all quite young and arc not very tame, Thus we were in a hurry. We’re fast; indeed, we go at lightning speed; For victory we had greed: But no one came to lead. At least that’s what they say- the ones who saw us play The “Reds,” who beat us. IV. Captain Woodbury and chorus of ambitious track men. There were we, our clothing very shy, Our trousers cut quite high—cut most shockingly high; But then the folk could not come very nigh; They must stay in the bleachers. Some ran, some jumped, and some were very strong; Some had been at it long, And some were at it wrong. Whether we won or not, we never, never stopped; We worked for Central. A RIDDLE Tis not an Ancient Mariner, Nor is it one of three. It is a round, fat something. Purchased here by me. It hath not eye nor hearing, true; It cannot speak a word; Yet in the plan of life so sweet, It is rather first than third- The teachers, they do laugh in scorn, When boys and girls do sigh: How would a mortal down here live, Without this morsel nigh?” The tall man shouts with mirthful glee, ' For many a dime has he, When tired youth and damsel shy Would be as glad as he. This thing was once alive on earth. Indeed, it is not strange; The second was both green and white. The last was sold on ’change.” The whole, O reader, you know well— ’Tis very dear to thee. Nor filmy,' ghostlike substance made. But. O, so clear to me! —Mary Lritch. ’07. LOC KJE R S I. So long and narrow, dark and dingy, For up-to-date clothes far too stingy. J66 Strung along in funereal row, Stand these our lockers, don't you know? II. Real tall and slim—on top a slat That runs across to hold your hat; N’eath this, some dense, dark space there be— Why, these are lockers, don't you see? IH. our hat, when big, won’t go inside; So on the top it must abide. Your coat, when long, hangs on the door; For such are lockers—say no more. IV. Your hatpins you will throw on top. When, lo, they through round holes will drop Clear down to floor. Just pick them up— For these are lockers,—shoot the luck! V. And some have cunning doors on, too, W cracks in them where dust comes thro’; And sometimes mice will run in there. For such are Central’s lockers, rare. VI. The locker is a grand invention; 1 wonder what the man’s intention Was when he built this dinV y nook— That, on a pinch, might hold a book? —Eugenia Giibkkath, 07 THOSE SWEET BEWITCHING GIRLS They go to lockers, there to fix. Their soft, coquettish curls. Oh, how can we resist them— Those sweet, bewitching girls? The powder springs from pocketbooks, Of Ediths, Gertrudes, Pearls. Oh, how can we resist them— Those sweet, bewitching girls? The poor boys need our pity. When love to them unfurls. For how can they resist then'— Those sweet, bewitching girls? Kenneth Tapp. 08 IMPORTANT NOTICE With the end in view of starting a novelty shop, we will pay a high price for the following: A cushion for the seat of war. A sleeve for the arm of law. A new rubber for the K. of 1 . band. A pump for the well of knowledge. Fresh salt for the sea. A blanket for the cradle of the deep. A rest for Alfonso XIV.’s rubi er-tired buggy. Food for meditation. A sheet for the bed of the sea. Cough medicine for Bauer Coffey. Bread dough for a heavy pain. Window for a light pane. A new glass for the window of the soul. New valves for the heart of man. A coffin for the dead of need. Some clothes for the new-born morn. Yeast for the rising sun. A ring for the finger of scorn. New gloves for the hand of time. Buttons for the cloak of winter. Glasses for the eyes of the law. A dynamo for the light of the world. A new lining in the coat of paint-Wind for the nightingale. A razor to shave the face of the cart'i. A broom for the mill. A little strength for the week. A lock for the trunk of the elephant. A book on how water works and frost bites. A key to unlock the door of success. A rung for the ladder of ambition. A shoe for the foot of the mountain. A link for the chain of evidence. A dog to replace the bark of a tree. An opener for the jaws of death A hinge for the gait of a horse. Fillings for the teeth of the wind EAREVELL. Wov5a by c ujius 06 —kl 1 | i i k'f'J+ Music, by Rob crT Browrw, 0 7 || T� [ ‘fvho ltb tov«d C« fv |! ffllfkt. OIM uoviVc j - N II j � 5lr5ri j j kowtv ti mt! Now t r tysf Wo B4V Li a.—J Ji-J r:—- f=i : -C C Li [ £ 4 jdvJ A [rah- - r - J jJ fa (—1 1- r r r rr -l-l 1 ■. 1 1 � i . r-4- U 1 1 M-1 , , =±= f 1— -i a j i • 3R—i + = f--a ;■ 4 A - r« J J =1= ■two f f f tv«f 0� V skerOol. K} 3 Wro 4s« L.N' w old rv'rt'WW«l(� «V = f = � =:£££= = =±= - 1 =±= IJ-Q l� — j -jdJ a-r c m 4=A r 1 i r c r t j j J d J 4 1 Timt WivHv rv « b|M4H W m«af fyfj'fcffko' xorvea stictih kc dj, 4 d m I. .f d—■ Still nherUwM.ki ke ml. rr Ttrr ' '11 L’ENVOIE Here’s the result, both good and ill. But now, if the ink refuses to flow, Of little genius and much good will; And metre and thought in yoke will not go. Of midnight oil more than heavenly tire; We may say with a toss, as the lute to the string, Of scratching the tjuill more than strumming the lyre. “Your service is worthless ; we’re not asked to sing. For duty performed, which all can afford, Comes now, as ’twill ever, to pay its reward-Tomorrow, for flowers and skies of deep blue. We hie to “fresh fields and sweet pastures new. —G. 168 INDEX ATHLET'CS Base Ball Team.............. Base Ball Write Up.......... Basket Ball Team............ Basket Ball Write Up........ Freshman Track Team......... Junior Track Team........... Medal Winners of 1905-06.... Medicine Ball Belay Team.... One Mile Belay Team......... Regular Track Team.......... Senior Track Team—Inter-Class ners..................... Sophomore Track Team........ Track and Field Write Up.... CARTOONS .....124 .....123 .....114 .....116 .....121 .....119 .....113 .....11 .....116 .....122 Wln- .....118 .....120 .....123 A Triumphant March of Caesar..........117 Evolution of a Powder Puff............145 Fond Recollections........«...........137 Football..............................135 Some Famous People....................116 The Seniors' Fond Hope................106 Things We Have to Suffer..............133 CLUBS. THE. An Ideal Society—Lena Bumbarger. '07... 29 Arlstonlan Society...................... 30 Arlstonian Society. History of tin—Edna Bimmermnn. '07...................... 31 Central Webster Club.................... 32 Central Webster Club, To the—Fred Bruckmiller, ’07.................'. .. 33 Central Shakespeare Club................ 31 Central Shakespeare Club. A History of the—Robert Ball. 'OS................ 35 Central Classics Club.................. � 4 Central Classics Club. Poem to the—Raymond Moore. '08.................... 65 Central Choral Club..................... 9S Central Choral Club. History of the—Nellie Caleb. OS........................... 97 Cecillan Club...........................100 Ccclllan Club. History of the...........101 Germany—Ludle Cravens....................63 Glee Club.............................. Glee Club. Poem to the—D. H.. 'OS....... 97 Kelvin Club............................. SI Kelvin Club. History of the—Irwin Cheney. '07.......................... 85 Minerva Literary Society................ 36 Minerva Literary Society. History of the— Montlc Storle. '07.................. 3. Mandolin Club........................... 96 Mandolin Club. Names of the............. 9. Spanish Club............................ 6S Spanish. Club. History of the—'Myth Scaly. '07................................ 69 Society of Literature and Histor-....... 2s The Societies. History of—Virginia E. Robertson. '07....................... 40 The German Club......................... 62 L S S A Y S An American Statesman Through a Book of Poems—G. G. G.................109 Hlstorv and Development or Argentina— Dwight Muekley. 'OS................. 82 John Paul Jones—Fred Bruckmiller. '07... 11 Pindar—Florence Fleming. '08........ 81 The Mirror of the Soul—Edna Blmmer- man, '07...................... { Then and Now—Sara Leach. '0i........ 3 FOREIGN LANGUAGE ARTICLES Aeneas to Dido—Helen Clark. '07.... 7 4 Anecdotes Celebres—Mary Talbot. '07. an 1 Berenice Radford, '07...........•- Dle Deutschen Bauern—Mary Boland. 0«.. ■ 0 Illlad I'. Verses 35-52—Mary Leltch. '07... 74 iA-yendo de Don Roderigo v la Princess _ Klyata—Edna Oakley. 'OS........ «1 Les Precienses Ridicules—G........i'- Les Gobelins—Isabel Thomas. '08... 2 Pecheur d'lslande—Nadine Hearn, '07.- LOCALS General Information About the C., K. C. M. R. R............................ Jokes.................................... Jokes.................................... Robert's Own Rules of Order.............. The Central. Kansas City and Missouri R. R. Time Table..................... The Centralian Dictionary................ The Central Frothy Page.................. The Novelty Shop......................... The Second Session of the Ideal Club..... 155 139 141 153 154 151 157 166 159 MATHEMATICAL ARTICLES A leu In ami the Mathematics of His Time —Amelia Frauens. '08.............• .� Algebraic and Geometric Falac:es- Arvld __ Frank. 09...............................• • Development of Surfaces—John Mussel- _ man, '08. .............■,••••• _ • • • ' •) Drawing a Straight Line—E. Jack. o,... •� MISCELLANEOUS Announcement. Centralian................... 3 Art. Drawings of.......................... J- Artists. Our.......................■ - • ■ •129 As Ithers See Us”—Dudley Monk. 0.... 23 Brown. Jos. K.. Junior Gift Receiver......126 Central High School. Picture of........... 16 Christmas Play. The................... Christmas Play, Program of the............193 Classical Department Play................. 66 Class. Public Speaking—Hazel Harbour. ...................................... 99 Class of 1907. Picture of the.............. 8 Coil. H. F.. Our Head Janitor............ 143 Directory. Senior.......................... ? Editors. Board of........................ |_ Editors. Cartoon of the.................... Editors. Picture of the.................... 6 Editorials.............................. ]? Education. Boar 1 of..................... lj Faculty. Members of the................... 15 Faculty. Pictures of the................ � • Greetings...................... •••• 4 Tnter-Soclety Content—Hazel Harbour. 08.105 Intcr-Society Winners................... 104 Julius Caesar (Corrupted Version)—Clarence Mooney. '10.................. 26 Luminary Covers........................... 18 :'oor Sophomore's Almanack Marea Newby. {09........................... 25 Schota Rumana,........................ 6 Sketching—Aileen Wasson. '09.......... 93 The Senior Officers................... 22 he Juniors—Helen Fowler. '08......... 24 Wheeler. Mrs. G. B.. Our Matron.......131 POEMS A Ballad for the Seniors of '08—Will Leltch. 07.........................11? A Musical Comedy......................16a A Riddle—Mary Leltch. '07.............165 A Scholarly Nightmare—G............... 14 A Soliloquy—Nora Jack. '10.....'......119 Tribute to Central—Beatrice Hill. '07... 17 Battle. Murder and Sudden Death—Helen Clark. 07.......................... 53 Concerning Will of the Mill —Bottle Murray. ............................. 21 Fareweil—Harry Brown. '07.............16i Good-bye—Ethel Kaky. '07..............110 Graduation—Elizabeth Jack. '07........ 39 L' En vole—G........................ ]67 Lockers—Eugenia Gilbreath. '07........166 Rhymes of Mother Goose............... 161 Should YOU Ask Me—R. V. D.............. The Awakening of the Seniors—Edna Block, '07......................... 43 The Puzzle Box........................1«3 I he Sicklie Ballade of the Sioke Goose- Howard Hall, '07................... 54 The Wall of a Senior—Gladys Irish. '07... 131 Those Sweet Bewitching Girls—Kenneth Tapp. '08.........................16 6 Tribute to the Memory of Georges de Mare —..................................127 To My Algebra Teacher—Margaret Han ley. '10..........................1 h3 (X equals y)—Kathryn Gentry. '10......143 SCIENCE ARTICLES Incandescent Electric Lights — Ralph Peer, '08........................ 90 Making Rubles From Alum—Will Leltch. '07.............................. 91 Some of Our Common Birds—John Schla- gel. '10.......................... s The Unruly Salton Sea- Homer Anderson. '07................................ 88 The Value of the Imagination—May Walker. '07............................ 90 STORIES Above the Clouds—Beryl Blanchard. 'OS... It A Riddle: Who Am I?—Alice llendee 07. 51 His Penalty—Marea Newby. '09........ . 3S Kate's Surprise —Velenthol A mack. '08.... 51 My Besetting Sin—Mamie Burk. '10...... 46 Reminiscences of Kansas Clt.v—Adella Pepper. 'OS........................ 80 Seeing Walnut Street Through a Megaphone—Belle Murray. '08.......... 19 The Failure—May Bolshaw. '07........... G The Last Race of the Vendome—Dwight _ Mucklev. '08.......................10 The Rose Jar Rowena Campbell. 09..... 50 The Substitute—Ottle MeNeal. '08..... Ill