Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 156 of the 1916 volume:

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Our record books will show that we repaired 2,000 watches for leading Jewelers of Birmingham, including Braudes Jewelry Co., I.oveman, Joseph Locb, I lerzog-Thompson Co., Jaffe Jewelry Co. Jackson Co.. Radius Jewelry Co., Green Marshall Jewelry Co., and others. O. P. BROOKS JEWELER and OPTICIAN 408-9 Farley Bldg. Birmingham. Alu. Finest Equipped Optical Parlor and Repair Shop In the State High School Soda Fount The Corner just across from High School Soft Drinks, Milk, Cakes, Pies, Candies, Fruits, School Supplies, etc. W© sell the famous brain food combination—Hot Dog with Chilli and Kraut. W© appreciate your trade. Therein u Store peculiar I if adu tted to Errm hnd r 's Demands . Cool, Com fortable Shopping Blare, trhere Stifles are JVeirrst— Brice Loicesf— Our Merchandise Best EVERYBODY’S Department Store GOLDSTEIN BROS. ID loci : Third Are. HIGH SCHOOL PUPILS show their wisdom when thev insist on drinking ROYAL CUP TEA India Ceylon “The Tea That Tickles The Taste Imported diredt and packed in Birmingham bv BATTERTON COFFEE CO. In trading w.th advertisers, be sure to mention The Mirror Holsum Twins A Delicious A Perfect CAKE BREAD American-Bakeries Company HIGHLANDBAKERY Phone 401 Birmingham, Ala. DEDICATION ......................... — EDITORIALS ..... CAMPED FOR AYE......................... VI LA REPUBLICA .... WHEN 1 WAS A VERY LITTLE BOY .......... THE CHILD NI� THE GOSLING .......... THE FATAL VOYAGE OF THE RABIC......... MODERN WOOD NYMPH ..................- KAMARADEN.............................. THE STAR............................... AT EVENING........ .................... RECOLLECTIONS ........ ................ AM I MY BROTHER'S KEEPER? ............. HIGH SCHOOL PUPILS SOMEWHERE......... ................... SILENT FORTY-N I K .....-............ THE SEASONS .............. -.......... 11IGII SCHOOL DEBATES .. . ........... RIVALS .............. -............... COME over the mill ................... LIFE ON AN IDLE STEAMBOAT ............. LARK S SONG.........-........ ......... _____Braxton Hudson 9 __________Ray Burras 11 ______ .William Kiny 13 _________|f D. Smith 15 ________Douglas Boyd 17 _______Margaret Lykcs 18 ___________Bred Hard 18 _____Kathleen Merkel 19 _____J. Edwin Morris 21 ..........Fred Hard 23 _________Mary Dugger 24 __________Kate Smith 25 .....................27 _____________________ 27 _________Frank Glasner 29 _____Emma Stockmar 33 ________Robbie Griggs 35 ____Helen Harrington 36 ..John li Townsend 37 ______Margaret Briggs 38 _______Rufus Campbell 39 ___________Tom Moore 40 SPOILS _______________________________________ Gladys Pickens 41 MY FAVORITE DAY ............................... J.ennide Smith 43 BEE HIVE.......................... -......... Maebetlc Matthews 44 SELECTIONS FROM BETTY RANDOLPH'S DIARY........... Ellen Shall 45 A NIGHT IN JUNE..........-........................ JSt Quirk 46 THE AMATEUR THIEF_________________________________ Elsie Smith 47 BRIDGET, THE AMATEUR --------------------------- Alberta Jones 49 HOW I LOVE YOU ...................................... S3 SOCIETY--------------------------------------- 55 EXCHANGES ....................................... HARPOON -..................... -...............-...... 77 SENIOR DEPARTMENT................ -................. � � CLASS OFFICERS...........-............................. PICTURES ..................................-........... 3 PRESIDENT'S ADDRESS— WE ARE ONE IN SPIRIT .............Bryson Aird 121 CLASS HISTORY............................-.......Bertha Loraine Engel 122 STATISTICS ................. —________________________ John Griffin 125 ON THE STAGE OF LIFE................................ Beulah Bains 129 BEYOND THE ALPS............................... Letitia Me.Keel 136 THE TWO ROADS.............—.................... Pendleton Watson 137 NOT THE END, BUT THE BEGINNING.................-......Hofford Todd 139 FAREWELL........................-.......—............Gladys Pickens 141 DeiUrution. nil expression of our deep gratitude and appreciation, we dedicate this volume to our friend and helper. Dauinl Kan price, whose untiring service and silent work in this and former nears has been an important factor in making (The Jtiirror a sucerss. [□ | THE MIRROR | □ J PUBLISHED BY THE LITERARY SOCIETIES OF THK CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL PRICE TWENTY. FIVE CENTS EOITORS-IN.CHIEF BEULAH BAINS RUFUS CAMPBELL LITERATURE GLADYS PICKENS THOMAS RADCLIFFE BERTHA ENOEL FRED HARD NELL HODGES FICTION MARY V. TUCKER INEZ ELLIOT LKTITIA MeNEEL MARION HOLMES MARC, A RET GIDEON WALTER KENNEDY POETRY PENDLETON WATSON EDWYN MORRIS BOARD OF EDITORS JUNIOR HIGH LEWIS FULLER WIT AND HUMOR JOE BURNETT JOHN DEARBORN ATHLETICS IK)U«;LAS BOYD EXCHANGES MAUD JACOB CHARLES DODD CLUBS RAY BURRUS ANNIE MOORE SOCIAL W1XIFREl� GALLAGHEK LOIS WATLLNGTON COMMERCIAL SARA FKLDSTEIN UEARI. WALD ART MAX HELDMAN HA DEN BERRY BUSINESS MANAGER DOUGLASS STOCKHAM ADVERTISING MANAGER HENRY EHLBERT ASSISTANTS MORA BURRUS RODNEY MONTAGUE MARY KRAUS8 EMILY C.ORDY FRANK DILLON LESLIE FULBNWIDER CIRCULATION ROLLO STEINMEHL ENGRAVING MANAGER YANCEY GOODALL You stand where the trail divides. Which path will you choose? One is downhill, smooth and easy—ah, but the end there is the darkness of lost hopes, good intentions and shattered ideals. And the other: '1 he hill is steep, difficult to climb, beset with danger—but the summit—there you feel the triumph of work well done and see the dawn of a new day. Ah, brave girl and manly boy, take the advice of your old friend, the Mirror, choose the hard road. How confident, how full of hope you stand holding your diplomas! Hoping all things, believing all things,” you laugh at adversity and coax Dame Fortune to smile on you. Youth, with all its promises and joys is yours. You look for new worlds to conquer and make glorious plans. Dream on, brave girl and manh boy, but make your dreams come true. And now, farewell. My heart will always be with you. Be true to yourself. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.” The series of lectures given by Mr. F.dward Howard Griggs extending over the week of May 1 were thoroughly enjoyed. The afternoon series dealt with the Philosophy of Education, and the subjects were The Aim of Education, “Work and Play in Education, Principles of Government in Home and School,.....The Influence of Personality in Education. In the evenings social problems were dealt with through great dramas. “The Protest Against Conventional Theology—The Poem of Job; “The Protest Against Social Injustice—The Prometheus I nbound of Shelley;..fhe Protest Against Economic Wrong—Hauptmann’s Weavers;..............l'he Protect Against Time-Serving Selfishness- Ibsen’s Brand; The Protest Against Making Criminals—Galsworthy’s Justice.” By special arrangements The Protest Against Yielding to Fate,” Calderon’s Fife Is a Dream,” was given Saturday morning, and Saturday night, his famous lecture. The World War.” It is almost needless to say that Mr. Griggs’ charming personality, his sensible logic and clear expression of thought connected with his straightforward delivery and marvelous flow of language was appreciated. This appreciation was shown by the large audiences at almost every one of the lectures. Mr. Griggs' discourses formed a delightful and fitting close to the Lyceum Series. We wish to correct the following errors in the Spring issue of The Mirror; Dream Fugue,” which was unsigned, was written by Thurbcr West ’Ki. The incomplete story, Kamcradcn,” was written by Fred Hard ’17. The Mirror Board wishes to thank Miss Waldhorst for the helpful and painstaking work she lias done for The Mirror in the past year. The people of Birmingham arc soon to vote on the two-million-dullar bond issue for the erection of new schools and the repairing of the old ones in the city. Xot very long ago Mr. Hornady showed us pictures of the bad conditions in our old schools, illustrating the pressing need of new buildings. Let us all do as much as we can toward this movement, as we, the school children, arc the ones to be the most benefited by it. The twenty-sixth Confederate reunion is now over, and the old soldiers pronounce it the best they have ever had. We should cherish these gatherings of the Boys of ’til,” for we must realize that because of the inevitable passage of time and the short span of man's years there cannot be many more such gatherings. Birmingham appreciated its opportunity to honor the veterans. as was shown by the spirit taken in the parade, the biggest event f the week, in which almost all the schools of the city were represented. Notable mention should be made of the Boy Scouts, who worked so hard and so diligently to make the reunion a success. 8 Camped for Aye The field is dotted now with white, But not with army tents; The cannons stand within the light. But just as monuments. The flag that waves above the graves Proclaims no battle dread; The pallisade, no life it saves For the men within are dead. The flag unfurled unto the world Is the dear old Stars and Bars; The land o’er which the stars are hurled Is a relic of the wars. There he stands and waves his hands. A flashing sword he holds; Marse Robert” Lee, he gives commands. But 'tis only the marble molds. A leader there with martial air Upon his charger rode; Stonewall Jackson, man of deed and prayer,— But now a marble lode. Jeb Stewart. Hampton, and Pettigrew. Johnston, Uongstreet. Forest. Beauregard, and Johnson, too— Are now in metal pressed. The men in gray that passed away Are lying side by side; They are camping ’way from the light of day In the land of fairer tide. The cold earth their lonely cots. Their shrouds a suit of gray: Southern soldiers bivouaced not. For they are camped for aye. 9 Braxton Hudson. '10. MIRROR BOARD Viva La Republica Our troops had been making unsuccessful attempts to capture Villa for two months. They had also failed to stop the atrocities perpetrated against the citizens of the United States and of other nations which depended upon them for protection. Tht President had become tired of watchful waiting, and as a result war was declared from the White House at 8:15 on the night of May 10, and orders given to every part of the great and complex departments of the Government. At that time I was in the Secret Service Department, detailed upon some minor bomb plots against certain powder works in the New England States. At 1 o’clock on the morning of May 1G I was awakened by the hotel porter who gave me a code message from headquarters, ordering me to report at once. By ? o'clock that night 1 was in the Chief’s office with my partner, Marse. “Emerson, here are your papers,” said the Chief. “You and Marse report to Funston at Casas Grandcs and he will put you to work. Remember you are not to trail hyphens, but greasers, l.uck to you. He turned to his desk and Marse and 1 went to the Treasurer for expenses, and in a short time were on our way to “Mexico. From the name one might expect to find Casas Grandes a city of architectural beauty and grandeur, but not so. From the troop train we descended into a city of anything but beautiful castles, 'flic common houses of the street may have been at one time attractive, but the shots and shells of the warring factions had greatly defaced them. The hotel in which Funston had his headquarters was the only place in the town where a man of taste would direct his steps. Mr. Emerson and Mr. Marse, I believe? I am glad to meet you.” He spoke with the straightforward matter-of-factness of the truly great commander he was. I received a telegram from the Chief Monday saying you were coming. He says, also, to give you something light to start with. You can tackle the big game later, when we get farther down the country. 1 have a note from one of my men to the effect that the natives are being armed from the other side. Go there and stop it.” There was nothing for us to do but go. We were given command of twenty rangers who had just reported for duty, and at the end of the week had completed our first commission. 'flic General had moved his quarters fifty miles distant. He had taken his whole command, leaving no rear guard on the road, as he was depending upon reinforcements. So Marse and I. with our small command, were compelled to march through that mountainous road unprotected. Being pushed 11 for time we found it necessary to make a forced march at night. We left Casas Grandes at 6 o'clock in the morning and at sundown we had covered twenty-five miles. After stopping long enough for mess we mounted our horses for the night ride, through the wildest country in the whole of Myico. All went well till midnight, when, without warning, a horse dropped from under one of our party, killed by an unseen foe. 1 his sally caused us to increase our speed. W hen we were within a mile of the Rio dc Muertc a bullet slipped by my ear with a hiss. W hen we reached the center of the bridge we were met by a band of Mexicans who attacked us with determination. The Rio dc Muertc well desrves the name of the River of Death. for we left it with thirty men upon its bridge, ten of whom were members of our own band. The whole affair was sickening to me, but my hardened companions rode on without being noticeably affected. At sunrise we heard the noise of battle, and pushed on with greater speed. In a short time we reached the top of a ridge, and front it 1 looked down upon a sight I shall never forget. On one side in the shadow of the ridge our troops were stationed and opposite them on the side of a mountain cut off front all means of escape were the Myicos I hey were fighting their last fight, and they knew it. Those murderers seemed to quail at the grasp of the hand of Death and fought like mad. On our side the men were dropping in great numbers. Over the wild scene there settled a cloud of smoke like a shroud. It seemed that we were indeed staring down into the mouth of Inferno.” for such was its name: “El Paso de Inferno. Hut we could not stand there and wonder at the horrible scene; we had a duty to perform. General Kunsion was found in a few moments .it one side of the battle line giving orders in the calm, distant way that was his custom. At your service. General. 1 reported. Hoys. he said. 1 am going to give you the honor of doing the thing for which this war was intended. On that peak to the left of the forest are the supposed headquarters of ilia. He is no doubt practically alone, directing the battle by telephone. You and Marse take five men and bring him back to me, dead or alive! The five men were picked and we proceeded upon the command, not knowing how we would return, dead or alive. e circled the entire valley, and at three in the afternoon were cautiously ascending the mountain under the cover of a clump of trees. The supposition was true. Villa's tent was on top of a ledge surrounded on three sides by a natural barrier. We crawled slowly upon and dropped silently down upon the floor of the clearing. There at one end of the flat stood the powerful man who had caused so much bloodshed. looking out upon the field of battle where the setting sun was spending its last rays. We moved closer, each man carried a repeater in his hand. I leveled mine at the bandit, and called out. “Surrender.” He did not turn about, hut stepped forward a couple of paces to the edge of the precipice and cried. Viva la Rcpublica. and dropped downward from our sight, captured, not live, but dead! RAY C. BURRUS, T7. 12 When I Was a Very Little Boy (Bathing.) I used to hate to take a bath, and whenever a Wednesday or a Saturday rolled around 1 made divers plans to avoid one. Once 1 nearly succeeded in doing so. My mother had prepared the tub, and was about to prepare me. when the ‘phone rang. Whilst she was in the hall, answering it, 1 conceived the grand idea of—hiding in a small clothes closet, where my toys were kept. This T proceeded to do. and when Mother returned no Billy was to he found. In the yard, in the cellar, up in the playroom—Billy had disappeared. A frantic search followed, all over the neighborhood. then my Mama ’phoned for Dad. Why. my dear. came over the ’phone, “are you sure you’ve looked well—in the clothes closets, for instance? Then, click, click, click.” high heels sounded on the floor. On they came, right up to the door behind which I cowered—then—well, you know. I don't like to talk about it. (Baptism.) One Sunday my mother took me to a Baptist Church to witness the baptismal ceremony of a young friend of hers. Without the divine grace of baptism, the soul cannot enter heaven. said the minister. Those few words were all I remembered of his sermon, but they impressed me greatly. So on the way home. T was very inquisitive. Had T been baptised? Had Mama? Tapa? Yes. Were we going to heaven? She hoped we would. 1 became very thoughtful. T remembered my dog and cat. They hadn’t been in water, and if T was going to heaven T wanted them there, too. An idea’ Several hours later T captured my live stock and carried it to a rain barrel near the house. What was it the man said when he put Gladys under the water? Well, a Golden Text would do for a plain dog and a cat. So— into the half-filled barrel went Pussy and Rover: down came the top. and T. with eves tightly closed and hands devoutly clasped, muttered. For God so love th’ worl' that he giv His on’y Son. that whos’ever bleved on Him shan’t die. Amen. I opened the barrel. Out of it and into the house dashed two wet. angry pets. “Shucks. I said, disappointedly, they never waited ’till I said the last A-men. (F.lcctric Globes.) Electric light globes are nice things to “bust. They make an awful 13 loud “bang,” you know. One time when I was little I had a great big one which 1 was saving until 1 could bring myself to enjoy the brief pleasure of popping it. One day I took it out onto the stone steps in front of the house, and waited until Mama should go to the back, when I intended to throw it down from the porch to the sidewalk below. This she did just as Aunt Liza, our washerwoman, waddled up to the gate with an immense bundle of clothes on her head. She was in a deep reverie, and paid no attention to me. high up on the porch. Neither did I notice her. for I was occupied in making a fare well examination of my globe. I heard Mother returning, and without further ado, I slung the bulb with all my might onto the pavement. It struck just behind Aunt Liza and exploded with a tremendous “bang!” Down came the clothes from the old aunty's head, and down she flopped n top of them. “You. Billy! I sec’d you thow dat thing at me. I’se gwine tell Miss May. I is. Jcs’ you see f T don’t. And she did, worse luck to me. (Aeroplanes.) Have you ever read the story of Daedalus and Icarus? If you haven’t, read it, but don’t let it have the affect on you that it did on me. The more I thought about Daedalus’ plan of conquering the upper regions, the more feasible it seemed, so I decided to try it myself. Feathers and wax I had none. But necessity begets invention, and I thought of the chickens. Glue would do as well as wax, and was much stickier. Therefore, watching my chance. I drove the poultry into the barn and locked the door. Whew! you don’t know just how hard a chicken can peck ’till you try to pick him before lie’s dead: But I got lots and lots of feathers before they all got away. And glue? Dad had some in his tool chest, and I knew where the key was kept. So 1 began in the aeroplane business. Off came my second-best coat, and soon it was thickly covered with nice, runny.” sticky glue and heaps of feathers. 1 put it on. and was about to climb to the loft to try it, when--- “William Gant King! What have you done to these poor chickens? Not a feather on them, and a forecast of frost tonight!” Then she spied me. That night a very small boy ate supper off the mantel, and some very queer, unnatural-looking chickens hovered around the kitchen stove to keep from freezing to death. WILLIAM KING, ’Ifl. 14 The Child and the Gosling I was. at tin- time of this event, a small, chubby boy of four. 1 had a large head thickly covered with curly, golden hair, and eyes that were typically Dutch. 1 was clad in a blue denim apron. On my head a large, yellow sailor hat sat rather unsccurcly, and my feet were shod in the shoes God had given me. My home at this time was on Fourteenth avenue, then only a cow-path, sparsely settled by a few families. The houses were all cottages and the yards were mostly small in front with a sort of truck farm in the rear. Animals of all domesticated breeds found a free range in the streets and yards. I well remember the day. It was just at the time when the grass had grown tall enough to make a smooth bed and was so delightful to sit in. As 1 lay there, in the shade of the “Big Oak.1' I heard a little squeak. I turned my head in the direction of the sound and there was the yellowest, fluffiest gosling I had ever seen. At once I was filled with the desire to possess it. so I set out for it. Several times I fell, but T had nearly caught up with it when it ran through the chicken hole in the fence. I went through it also, hut fell face downward on the ground on the other side. When I looked up my heart nearly failed me. There standing in the alley was the largest, meanest-looking. most awe inspiring goose 1 had ever seen. I turned quicker than you can say “scat and took a dive for the hole. This time I hit on my head and rolled over. Inst as I got up T heard the goose hit the ground and make that hissing noise which no fowl except a goose can make. I girded up my loins and started out much as a runner doe ; when he starts on the four-forty. I took the shortest route to the back door; that is. the straight line. T could feel the hot breath of the goose on my neck as T ran. I picked the best path that was available and watched closely lest I stumble and let the goose catch me. T was about ten feet from the back porch door when I thought about asking aid of some one. My mother was the one T thought of first, so T immediately started to veil for her. Just as T reached the steps she appeared and just as she started to open her mouth to ask me what was the matter. I ran up close and buried my head in the folds of her dress. The only thing I c« tild say was. “Don't let him get me, Muvver; don't let him get me.” ’ W. D. SMITH, '18. 15 CLIO LITERARY SOCIETY The Fatal Voyage of the “Arabic There was great excitement aboard the Arabic as she pulled nut of the Savannah River, even when the passengers were in close view of the solid, dry land. It was not until she steamed past the little lightboat anchored in the mouth of the bay, that the real excitement began. The newspapers for days had been filled with the terrible disasters that had befallen the vessels in the Atlantic coast service, and every person on board knew the meaning of that—submarines! There were some on board who were there only for the sake of adventure; there were others forced by the wrecks on the railroad to take this trip as a last resort. Among the latter class was a wealthy Northerner returning from his winter of ease at Palm Beach. He had had a very profitable time indeed, the external evidence of which was the fact that his girth now almost equaled his height. He showed little concern about the dangers talked of. and so remained practically the only calm person aboard. This made him a hero in the eyes of many of the more alarm‘d passengers, and he was sought out (much to his delight) for words of as sura nee of a safe voyage. The Arabic proceeded on her journey, maintaining all the while a lookout. Nothing was sighted for the first day and night. The next day about noon the pilot was given. Periscope starboard quarter. The captain ordered full speed ahead and drove his vessel head-on at the supposed submarine, which proved to be a floating log. When the passengers learned of their close call the tenseness of the situation was greatly increased. The night brought on uneasiness to all aboard the ship, except the round old New Vorker who alone (to all external appearances) remained calm and collected. The ship was quiet, only the steady throbbing of her powerful engines kept up through tlic night. Suddenly her engines stopped. There was a mighty silence, then a deafening crash and the whole vessel trembled from prow to stern. That same shock rolled the fat New Yorker from his berth. He grabbed the life belt and his purse, rushed madly down the deck where he met the captain. Captain, he shouted, arc we lost? Save me, save me!” “Get in your berth, you lubber, you can’t get on a New York clock in that costume. The captain turned and gave an order to a flock hand, while the hero returned sadly to his stateroom, much to the amusement of the other passengers now crowding the fleck. Moral: Don’t pose to be something you are not. 17 DOUGLAS BOYD, 'Ifi. A Modern Wood Mymph A glimpse of her as she came down the mountainside, so young and so full of life, would make one understand what it is to live. She was slim and lithe of figure. As she stopped and listened to the call of the woods she reminded one of the gray squirrel in her quick pausing. Her breathing was gentle and easy, although she had come down a steep mountainside. She brought with her to the green and grey and brown of the woodland a new note of color, for her calico dress was like the red of some wild flower and her eyes were blue like the heavens. Her heavy brown-red hair fell over her shoulders in loose profusion. The simple dress was freshly briar-torn and in many places patched, but it still hung in graceful lines. She wore no hat, but the same spirit of childish fancy that made her eyes dance as she heard the calls of the birds, her friends, caused her to make for herself a headdress of leaves and wild roses. With such a crown she might well have been called the Queen of the Forest. As she stood with the toes of one bare foot twisting in the cool grass, she laughed with the pure joy of life and youth. MARGARET I.YKES, T6. Kamaraden KAMERA DEN. Note:—In the Spring issue of The Mirror, because of an error, the story, “Kameraden, was left incomplete. We take this opportunity to explain this regrettable occurrence and to give credit to the author. He wished he could stop the incessant roar. Now it was gone. He knew it was not so, but he seemed to be at his piano in his studio in Dresden. and Fritz was standing by his side, as he told his friend of the music. The arm which he lifted to take the sheet from his coat could not reach the top button. It dropped limply and he lay quite still. 18 FRED HARD. ’17. The Star “Say, you Mr. Clarence Montague, ain’t you gonna come over anti have a game with us? You’re gonna «1 • such extraordinary fine acting for us, thought you might do the same in poker.” Mr. Montague frowned, shrugged his shoulders in lofty disdain—at the language- ami haughtily twisted his black moustache. He and an old Indian sitting near him were the only ones who were not enjoying the social hour. They all belonged to a movie company, hound for “Casa del Sol. a tiny western town, where a play of the ‘'wild and woolly” west was to be made, and where, incidentally, Clarence was to become a star. His companion, the Indian, suddenly leaned over and said: “You no been out here before?” “T have never been in the west before. answered Clarence, lifting his monocle and surveying the speaker. “West got no room for tender-feet. grunted the latter. “No room, no use. They no like it. no like us. and then he relapsed into silence, leaving the other to visions of the life of a star. He was aroused by the shouts of the conductor and the noise of unloading. Glancing out of the window a surprised look came to his face, for only a vast expanse of yellow sand covered with sage brush, with a shack or two in the distance, met his eyes. No station, no hotel, no town even, that he could see—none of the things which ho had expected. Finally he left the window and reached for his suit case, just as another actor came in. saying in a mimmicking tone: “Shall T help you with your baggage, dear? And perhaps you will allow me the great honor of escorting vou tn the wonderful, magnificent, luxurious hotel of “ 'Casa del Sol.’ At this. Clarence’s aspect brightened. “For surely. he thought, “there must he a grand hotel here to merit such praise, and followed the other out of the car. Up the main street they went, behind the other passengers, who were laughing and paying no attention to the scene around them. Trulv. there was nothing to he seen but dirtv. ragged Indian children, ramshackle frame houses and tin cans on every side. Straight up to one of the buildings with “Hotel painted above the door they went. “Here's where we’re gonna stav. said the leader, and seeing the disgusted. horrified look on Clarence’s face, burst out laughing. The latter went in. registered .and then went to the room assigned him. a dirty little hole on the second floor, with a bed. chair, dresser and a cracked mirror in it. While 19 he stood there in the center of his room some one knocked. He opened the door and there stood the actor who had escorted him here. Hope you like it, old chap,” with a sweep of the arm around the room. “Come on down when you’re ready.” he said, and closed the door. Clarence stood there alone with his hands clenched. Oh, he thought, this is horrible —town people—this room everything is awful. Hut 1 will become a star in spite of everything.” The next day the rehearsals began. All was hustle and hurry. Shouts of the camera-man mingled with the director's orders: perspiring actors moved through the confusion and every one complained of the heat. The sun beat down with a pitiless glare. The long, white, alkali road, winding over the plain sparkled and sizzled with the heat; the short tufts of grass by the road were sere and white from the heat and dust, and even the cacti on every side were almost wilted, a rare defeat for these soldiers of the desert. Clarence stared at everything for a minute and then approached the director: “Hr ah—is there anything for me to do today ? he asked. Of course! why aren’t you doing your work instead of coming here asking what it is? Get out of my way and get on that horse over there. growled the director. The young actor walked over to his mount, stood and from a respectful distance examined it. Finally he went nearer and said. “Now, my good fellow. you arc going to behave nicely and let me ride you, aren’t you?” accompanied by a would-be pat on the neck. The horse turned viciously and nabbed at him just as the director came up. VVhat'che doin’, you big boob? Why don’t you get on that horse and begin instead of standing here blubbering like a two-vcar-old? Don’t you know you’re keeping everybody waiting? Hut I'd rather not ride him. You sec-------” What! Rather not ride him! You get on that horse and hurry up about it. too.” Gingerly. Clarence mounted the horse and had no sooner settled himself than it began tearing around the place amid shouts of, “See the wild west rider!” Watch Buffalo Hill!” and “Keep it up, Clarence, me boy. You’ll get to stardom soon.” Hat. gloves, monocle went flying in every direction, while their owner held to the saddle for dear life. First on one side, then on the other: forward, then backward he swayed just as the horse reared in a final attempt to shake off his burden, Clarence slipped off and ran like a streak to the safety of the hotel. t p the stairs he ran. dashed into his room, slammed and locked the door and then sat down. No vision of star life now. no lofty ambitions, only a great desire to get away from that awful place and a whole-souled wish for vengeance fired his mind. Through the rest of the day he sat in his room, not even venturing out for dinner. The sun beamed down on the huts and the heat in the room was almost unendurable. He sat there on the little bed trying to get c x l by fanning, although he knew that nothing could cool him off. Then he realized that the old Indian’s warning was true -“West got no place for tender- 20 feet. They no like it, no like us. They no use”—came hack to him, and he resolved to stay in God’s country if he ever got hack there. Suddenly a bright idea came to him and he began packing with a feverish haste. Hats, shoes, shirts, trousers, brush, comb, everything went in pell-mell. At last. hat. cane and suit case in hand he crept out the hack way. No one stopped him. for he was one of them thar actors and likely to do anything. As soon as he got outside he ran towards the railroad. Just as the director called them all together to begin work again the train for home pulled in. When it left, Mr. Clarence Montague, the great and famous star, was in it. KATHLEEN MERKEL, 18. At Evening Sitting with folded hands, W ith weary eyes and dim. I see the glow on the western sands, The sun on the mountain’s rim; And my thoughts arc turning to-night To song and flowers anti love; To life so sweet in the shining light With myriad stars above. I hear the music of the trees, The summer rain on the grass, The dream-faces hover about my knees; Soft shadows come, and pass. And cluster about my chair. And fairy breezes blow Kisses sweet as May-time air. From lips of long ago. No sorrow or pain 1 know. Longing and yearning are dead; Evening shadows arc falling low About my weary head. Sitting with folded hands, With weary eyes and dim, 1 see the glow on the western sands. The sun on the mountain’s rim. 21 J. Edwyn Morris. ASTBAEA LITERARY SOCIETY Recollections When de sol spring breeze comes blowin’ To wliar i is er sitting An’ 1 sec de new things growing Dey look so green an’ tiltin’, I kinder ieels a joyfulness; I’d be happy tlioo an’ thoo Kf it warn’t for someone dat 1 miss, An’ dat someone is you. Kf you wuz here beside me As.you wuz, so long ago, Dere wouldn't be no gloominess Aroun’ dis cabin do’. 1 kin see de chilluns playin’ Way down de spring-house clef’; Hit puts me in de min’ of how Things wuz befo’ you lef. Oh, times wuz happy den for sho’ When I wuz in my prime; You recollect de way we use Ter hunt in possum time? You recollect dat ole black houn’, De one dat you called Jeff ? Dat dog warn’t skeered er hide ncr har Or de Devil his own self! You recollect de millon patch Down by de ole creek's ben’? Deni millons sho wuz jest de thing Ter pacify yer, when, Atter de dinner ho’n done blowed You lay down de cotton hoe An’ grab dat bunch er green and red. De sweetes’ thing I know. 23 But dcm ole clays is passed an' gone An here I'm all alone; An tain't gon be so very long 'Fore I’ll be cornin' home. Each time dc sof spring breezes come Dey brings me mem’ries sweet. An’ I'm lookin' forwards to dc time When my res' will be complete. —C. Fred Hard. ’17. Am I My Brothers Keeper And in his journeying the man came to a magnificent structure, a temple which his wealthy brothers had budded to their C od. In passing he halted and mutely gazed at the church. And it so happened as he stood with his eyes fixed and eager, that another traveler came his way. But he passed the man in scorn and haughtily entered to do worship. A warm rush of air came out as the rich man went in. The poor, benighted wanderer cried after him. “Art thou thy brother's keeper? But his brother heard him not. It chanced in his searching, struggling life, the man straggled into an art gallery for the warmth and comfort found therein. And as he wandered aimlessly up and down the passage he saw a picture, a picture of such misery as lie himself had known. On a sleet-covered bench in a frozen park were remnants of manhood crumpled and cold the poor wretches having not a place in the bountiful earth in which to lay their heads. The man caught sight of the title below the picture, then gropingly he stumbled out into the cold world. A picture came to his mind’s eye, a picture of the time before his descent on the ladder of sin. He saw himself as he stood before a marvelous temple and hungered for the light and warmth afforded there for his soul; he felt again the unchangeable longing of man for man. His mouth tightened into a hard, straight line. The man, hardened by circumstance, took up his journey again, and in the bitterness of his heart repeated over and over the title of the picture, Am I my brother’s keeper? For those who have eyes, let them see. and those who have ears, let them hear. MARY D1 CT.HK, Ifc 24 High School Pupils Nothing that the mind of man can conceive is at once as complex and yet as simple as a high school pupil; he rarely studies, and yet he scoffs at the frivolously inclined students of private schools; he wears his handsomest clothes to school, but is disgusted by the crowds of very fashionably attired people who throng the streets; he considers himself quite devout when, in Lent, he abandons the pleasure of eating sweets, but he spends his father's money, his own, and all his friends' in buying peanuts; he gazes dreamily out of the windows all day long, and when he is brought back to earth is amazed and indignant that in all his hurried course of life he cannot be allowed to have a few months of quiet, thoughtful meditation. The average pupil enters high school with the impression that life is a “grand, sweet song;” he is no longer a child, he has developed wonderfully since that disagreeable period in the grammar school. Nothing is too great for him to undertake, he feels that he could conquer the world with one hand. What a man of the world he is! With what a careless air lie saunters homeward in the afternoons, slings his Latin down (lie always carries his Latin home, it has such a dignified appearance), and casually inquires if “there's any food in the house. His impressions change, it is true, but something of that Freshman very superior wisdom clings to him for four years. He never quite overcomes it; it is shown in his treatment of the childish Freshmen when lie himself has long since passed that stage ; in his attitude toward his new teacher, that little girl who didn't know a smart boy when she saw one; in his conduct on the street-cars when the conductor politely requests him to calm himself. He is a twentieth century Beau Brumnicl. a gentleman of leisure; he rises on school days at half-past seven, musing on what a bore it is to be obliged to leave his comfortable bed, and thinking pleasantly of his delightful evening the day before. Going down to breakfast, finally, lie is indignant that bis waffles are cold, and informs the cook that if he had anything to say about the matter, there’d be a new chef in the kitchen. And yet, with all this, it is pleasant to note what a sublimely happy person lie is. He rare In frowns, lie is cheerful under almost any conditions, and if he has learned nothing else, he at least knows that a merry heart docth good like medicine. and that he must laugh with the world, if he desires to be happy with it. KATL SMITH. '1'. YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY Somewhere Somewhere the tide wave turns, Somewhere a beacon burns, Somewhere there is light for the dreary, Somewhere there's a race well run, Somewhere at the set of the sun But it's weary, the waiting, weary. Somewhere there’s a harbor calm, Somewhere are the breezes balm. Somewhere there’s a shore not dreary. Somewhere there’s a shore of light. Somewhere at the fall of night— But it’s wearv, the waiting, weary. Somewhere my ship may land. Somewhere on a sunlit strand, Somewhere there’s a day more cheery. Somewhere o’er the rolling wave, Somewhere the storms cease to rave But it’s weary, the waiting, weary. —r. E. w. Every breeze that stirs the glade Has some sweet joy to bring us: Every bird hid in the shade Has some sweet song to sing us; Every cloud that sails the sky Has golden beams for living; Every heart that breathes a sigh Sighs only when repining; Every star that greets the night Is hope without misgiving: Every man is giv’n the sight To see the joy of living: Every song of night and day Is Nature’s gladness voicing: Everyone has some small way To set the world rejoicing. —P. E. W. 27 SPANISH CLUB Silent Forty-Nine Do not come back until you have made good. The words with which his father disinherited him rang in the ears of Jack Mackenzie as he descended the steps of his home. His ostracism from his father’s house and fortune was the result of a riotous life. The friends he had made were not of the kind to whom he could go in trouble. He must mingle with the throng that he detested. What could he do? He had wasted his opportunities at college, and for more than one escapade he had been dishonorably dismissed. He was as helpless as a baby before the problem that now confronted him. The sting was that to-morrow would bring shame and disgrace in the form of Haring headlines that told of his father's act. He strolled casually into his club and picking up a paper, settled himself to read until noon. As he glanced carelessly over the paper his eye was caught by a small article which read as follows: “The Foreign Legion of France, a regiment composed of nondescripts from the whole world, put down a rebellion of rabs south of the Sahara. This group of soldiers is the most uniaue in all the world. If a man wishes to join the Legion and keep his name secret he is given a number. No questions are asked. Men, cast adrift by society, often bury themselves in the Legion and retrieve their tarnished names by valor ’ For an hour Jack sat in the easy chair, thinking, and when he arose, his decision was made. That night he boarded a steamer for France. He did not ride first-class, as always before, but went below as a stoker. The trip was hard and weary to Jack. With his hands blistered and bleeding, after his first four-hour shift, he retired to his bunk, utterly exhausted. After his allotted rest, he toiled painfully and slowly down the companionway into the hold of the liner. Above him was the life to which he was accustomed. Below was the hull of the ship and the fathomless depths of the ocean. In excruciating pain he worked side by side with the hardened men of other spheres of life the laborers. They worked cheerfully and easily, while he. the spendthrift. suffered torture at each bend or shift of his body. As days passed the soreness left and he toiled and played with the sweat-begrimed demons of the boiler-room. He grew to like to sec the shining teeth of the men gleam between their parched and blackened lips. The trip neared its end. He was soon to be a legionary soldier a pawn of fate. He landed at Marseilles and immediately proceeded to Algiers. He went directly to the recruiting offices of the Legion and having passed the examination was sent to a station on the northern border of the Sahara. He reached the station one afternoon, after a hard trip from the coast. 'flic commandant. Jean Duvagne, looking at the number on the card, asked Jack his name. I wish my name to be kept a secret,” answered Jack. “It makes no difference who you are, just so you obey orders and light.” Duvagne said as he turned and walked away. That night Jack sat on a bench under a palm some distance away in front of the barracks. The moon illuminated everything around. Sounds familiar to soldier life issued from the barracks. The lazy hum of conversation floated on the silent air. Dreamily watching the beetles on the sand at his feet, thoughts of home came to him. What was his father doing now? Was his mother worried? Did they talk of him at the dinner table? Had they told Marjorie of his action? All these questions came to haunt him in a silent procession. Far away came the roar of a lion in a distant jungle. The moon glanced deathly white on the sand dunes to the south and they lent an uncanny light to the night. About eleven o’clock lie went into the library of the station and wrote t � his father and mother, and to his betrothed. Leaving these for the morning mail, he retired. After a wait of three weeks he received a letter from Marjorie telling him that their engagement was off until he made good, and that upon second thought, she never had loved him. She mentioned the name of his rival. James Terry. Jack slowly folded the letter and placing it in the envelope, stuck it into his coat pocket. Slowly he went out into the sunlight, and stumbling made his waj to the bench under the palm, his favorite retreat. Throwing himself heavily on the bench he bent his head on his breast and ran his fingers through his hair, as though trying to brush away the shock of the girl's fickleness. His mess mates noted a great change in Jack after that day. Where he had been gay and witty before, he was now morose, silent. I hey could not imagine what was wrong, and. when this condition continued, they began to fear for his mind. When they questioned him he would evade their thrusts and go to his quarters. By his silence he earned the name of “Silent 10.” When he went to the town for his supplies with his comrades, he would wait for them at the commissary while they visited the women of their acquaintance about the town. No one could imagine why Silent in” never spoke to any of the Arab girls or even, for that matter, to the white women about the town. When invited to attend the dance halls he would decline with a shake of the head. On the return from one of these trips the supply train was attacked by desert bandits. The camels were drawn up in a circle and the men. using the beasts as a breastwork, replied to the fire of the dark men of the Sahara. Fighting silently. Silent 10 loaded and fired his rifle with mechanical regularity. For a while it looked as though the attackers would get the best of the fight, but the men of the Legion, by accurate marksmanship so depleted the enemy’s force that thev retired. But that night as the moon rose they returned. No one heard them approach. With a wild veil they burst upon the sleeping men. Taken unawares, the soldiers formed in confusion. Oroup- 80 ing themselves in a circle, they repulsed the first attack. But, the enemy outnumbered them two to one. There was no escape unless succor came. At a hurried council of war “Silent 19 was chosen to make an attempt to creep past the Arabs ami go for aid. He silently crawled away from his companions. He passed the first Arab picket in safety and slowly crept nearer to their horses. Crawling on all fours, he reached the animals. As he was about to mount he was discovered. The sentinel fired. Hastily swinging into the saddle he lashed the horse into a mad run. He reached the fort in the early hours of the morning and waking the commandant, he told of the Legionaries' plight. In a short time the regiment was on the march. “Silent 49 rode hack with the soldiers and aided in the dispersion of the bandits. All went well until the troopers started back. A small hand of Arabs ventured one more attack and in the melee “Silent 49 was severely wounded. They carried him back to the fort. Fever set in and in a few days the silent one was a raving maniac. Day by day he wasted away. At last, as a final attempt to effect a cure, they sent him to Marseilles, where he was placed in the government hospital. The excellent facilities at hand began, under the guidance of a competent physician, to bring the wounded man back to health. Mr. Mackenzie paced the lobby of a Marseilles hotel. He held in his hand a message from the government physician which, after following him through ten cities, found him here. He read on paragraph again: A man who claims to he vour son is in the government hospital here. He belongs to the Foreign Legion in Africa. He was wounded in a skirmish and was brought here for treatment. I would advise you to investigate. Mr. Mackenzie put the letter away. Could it be Jack? No. impossible. Nevertheless. T will see the man. The next day he went to the hospital and was ushered into the room where a man tossed upon a cot. The sick man’s head was turned from him. hut as he reached the bedside, the man turned over. “Tack.” cried the old man, throwing himself on the figure under the white cover. “My boy. mv hoy.” Father.” said Jack in a whispering voice. “How is Marjorie? His father looked away with tears in his eyes. “She’s married. She married James Terry.” The sick man closed his eves. Three weeks later the soldier left the hospital, not as Jack Mackenzie, however, but as Caotain Forty-Nine.” The happiness of seeing his father gave wav to the sadness of a wounded heart. He was still “Silent 10.” Jack,” said his father, a few days after his release from the hospital, are you ready to go home?” No. T am going hack to the Sahara.” Mr. Mackenzie left a few davs later for merica when he found Jack’s decision final, and Captain Fortv-Nine returned to Africa. One night Jack sat under the palm before the station. He musingly looked across the silent wastes « f the desert. 31 CURRY LITERARY SOCIETY “It is said. Sahara.” he said slowly, that you never fail to avenge the death of your children. He arose and stood a few moments exulting in the freshness of the evening air. A shot rang out on the still air. and Captain “Forty-Nine,” silent now forever, sank to the ground. The Sahara had avenged the death « f its children the caravan robbers through the death of another. The silent moon rose slowly over the solemn scene. The wind rose and the palm seemed to be mourning the dead man. The shifting sands gave forth a melancholy sound as though they were playing a funeral dirge. Away in the desert with no monument save a dune of brown sand Captain “Forty-Nine” went to rest. Silent If) ' had only to make good with his Maker. When the station awakened the next morning, they saw. where once the palm had been, only a heap of sand. Captain “Forty-Nine” could not be found. After searching many days they reported him as lost without a trace. But the desert knew better. FRANK GLAZIER. 17. The Seasons Summer, you are my comrade. Loyal, faithful and true. For you show me the value of fervor And all that it may do. Autumn, you are my comforter, For the loss of my Summer friends. For you show me the fruitage i� f Nature In tlie harvests which God sends. Winter, you are my teacher. To sustain when the trials come. For you show me the strength in uprightness. Be the battle lost or won. But, Spring, ah! you are mv sweetheart. And you tease me with all your wiles. For my soul is quite full of your being As soon as I sec your smiles. 33 -Emma Stockmar. ’17. PIERIAN LITERARY SOCIETY High School Debates The Semi-Annual Joint Debate is a time-honored custom, in the Central High School. Through all ages, dark and enlightened, it has held sway. Tis true, I am told by those whose memory is longer than ray own, that in the beginning, a debate was held in no more esteem than a semi-monthly theme is, at the present time. However, something in the atmosphere, at this moment, makes the above comparison fail in its purpose to convince me of the unimportance of the first joint debates. By good authority I am also informed that there has been a marked change in the manner of delivery, for instead of being read, the debates are now memorized. In the past, when a slightly dejected expression on the fair face of a student, occasioned a parental comment, the “conquered was wont to explain, that, on account of being called down for time, he did not reach the point (in those days there was only one) of his argument, thereby allowing his opponents to capture the favorable opinion of some citizens, who had been invited to hear the talks. But. with other things this attitude has changed. Now, the mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends, attend in throngs. Indeed, if dumb animals were not barred. 1 verily believe that the devoted family dogs, cats, rats and chicke.is would present themselves, on the notable occasion. So, instead of a hearsay account, the parents now have the evidence of eyes and ears, as to the genius of their young, or the injustice and corruption of the judges. Yes. indeed, judges have taken the place of the interested citizens” of the past. But. a dangerous place it is. I would rather walk the plank” of any pirate, than trust my fortune in such an uncertain, leaky tempest .tossed judgeship. In comparison to a debate judge, a baseball umpire leads a quiet, peaceful, unmolested existence. s trivial as the prattle of school children may seem, to some uninformed people, it is, in truth, of vital importance. It molds the minds f many. In vain do members «.f the faculty endeavor to apply the youthful intellect to smaller, more suitable subjects.” The debaters will none of them, and allow only such questions as puzzle Congressmen and Senators, to wrinkle their young foreheads. The winning argument, however, has not always convinced me. for the decision of the judges is not always acceptable. The delivery of joint debates is remarkable. Since reading has been changed to reciting, another excuse has been invented to account for bather Time’s early arrival. Formerly the debater lost his place occasionally; at present he is seized with violent coughing. The parents wonder how children can remember so much, and the Freshmen cling to the opinion that somehow, somewhere, there is a cop) in full sight of the orator. The orator 35 is also wondering if lie can remember so much, and the copy does not exist merely in the minds of Freshmen, but is really in the hands of an alternative, sitting behind the speaker. If any poor wretch ever merits violent death at the hands of his fellow men. it is the alternative who forgets to prompt. Upon second thought, I am convinced that death is too easy, decidedly lie should suffer as he causes another to suffer. Whatever decision a judge may render to the world, that which every self-respecting “honorable judge, “hath said in his heart” is “Never again. The crowd always applauds any kind of decision. There are many, many reasons for this. About one-half of the throng is pleased, and the other half is unconscious nr irresponsible because of surprise. However, having sciu-tini .ed, dissected and analyzed many debates. I have concluded that the audience is so relieved, so overjoyed, to get any kind of decision, that without realizing the meaning, it is quite ready to applaud. Next to the villainous alternative who neglects to prompt, ranks the judge who gives an autobiography, a dozen “difficulties, and One is sometimes tempted to give the honorable the Antonian accent. A friend of mine has often been heard to assert that joint debates rivalled baby shows in exciting ill-will, and should be prohibited by law. My friend is mistaken, however, nothing can equal a baby show and whereas a baby is a baby but once, a club (and club spirit is the root of all hard feeling) debates repeatedly, and is one time with a club, and the next against it. The appointment to debate is sought as the Pied Piper, though all aver that it means labor, physical and mental. Put the result is worth it. for clubs, as well as families, array themselves in colors, and become, not standpatters, but pedestal-patters, for there is a place for every debater in the “Hall of Fame. ROBBIK GRIGGS, ’IT. Memory The breakers roar on the cold, gray sea. And a chilling wind blows off the lea. The sky is cold and gray and drear. And my thoughts turn back to you. my dear. To a day when the sea was blue and fair. And a breath of spring was in the air: And the waters danced and shone in glee And T wandered here alone with thee. — Helen Harrington. '17. 36 Rivals “What are you going to the store for. Harry? demanded Johnnie Jenkins, a little boy eleven years old, to his rival in love, also aged eleven. “Don’t know as tis any of your business, but I’ll tell you though. I’m going to call up Mary Wilson and ask her to go to the carnival with me, replied Harry Bullock, who was just about to enter the village drugstore. “You’re not going yvith her. I'm going to, ’cause she likes me best. I’ve saved up a dollar and ten cents since Christmas .and we’re going and have a good time,” boasted Johnnie. Shucks! I've got more money than you, and anyhow, Mary ain’t ever said who she liked best. She wouldn’t go to a big show with a little dirty, barefooted, cotton-headed kid like you. anyhow, cause she is the prettiest and nicest girl in town,” taunted Harry. “You mean she wouldn't go with a little sissy dude like you, who is afraid of fishing worms and scared he’ll get his hands dirty,” angrily retorted Johnnie. Well, it don’t make no difference. I'm going with her anyway. I'm going in and phone her right now,” said Harry. “Naw you’re not. I'm going to,” replied Johnnie, pulling Harry out of the doorway. “Quit pulling. You’ll tear my new waist. 1 reckon I’m going to call her up first, demanded Harry, pushing Johnnie back. Take that, and get out of my way. you dude.” ordered Johnnie, throwing a handful of dirt on the other’s clean waist. This made Harry angry enough to fight, and as Johnnie had always wanted to provoke Harry to battle, they began fighting. They had struck only a few bloyvs before the druggist separated them. “You boys mustn’t fight. What’s all this royv about? he asked. “I just wanted to use your ’phone, ansyvered Harry. That’s yvhat 1 wanted to do, put in Johnnie. “Who got here first? asked the man. “I did,” said Harry. Then you may go in and use the ’phone first,” he replied. Oh. hoyv angry this made Johnnie! He called the storekeeper all the bad names he knew in an undertone and voyved he yvould get even with Harry. He thought noyv. of Course, that Harry yvould be able to get the date first. In a feyv moments Harry, yvith a very disappointed look on his face, came out of the store. ::: “There won't either of us gel to go with her, he announced. “She is going with Laurie Brooks.” “Huh.” replied Johnnie, after a minute's pause. “I don’t care. We can go to the carnival together and have a heap better time, can’t we?” Sure we can. 1 never did think Marv was such a very nice girl, anyway. did you?” Naw. She's just pretty on the outside, like lots of girls.” replied Johnnie to his new friend. JOHN W. TOWNSEND, 'I«. Ruth, come over the hill— The clouds are floating in depths of blue. The rolling green is longing for you. And 1 will wait as I'm wont to do For you to come over the hill. Ruth, come over the hill— The slanting sunlight on your hair. Touching the gold that ripples there; Come with a song and a gladsome air When you come over the hill. Ruth, come over the hill The heavens are Hooded with color bright, The molten sun has sunk from sight My eyes will awake with a laughing light If you will come over the hill. Ruth, come over the hill The deepening shadow about me lies. A brown bird sadly to his love cries. The light has swooned in my yearning eyes. Ah, Ruth, come over the hill. Margaret Briggs. IT. Life On An Idle Steamboat Last summer several of us hoys were camping on the Warrior near the place where the excursion boat to Lock Seventeen was tied up. This boat was new and interesting to us. so naturally we spent a large part of our time on it and became very friendly with the crew. The upper deck was always cool and pleasant and I never tired of sitting up there with the men and listening to them spin yarns and tell jokes oil each other. There was Cap'u. Jack Pick ley, a Harvard graduate; Malcolm Spotiswoode. the mate; Ralph Snipes, the engineer, and last, but most certainly not least, was Buck Benson, the pilot. Nobody could help liking him. a handsome, black-haired young man who wore sport shirts and opatly pressed white trousers. He was always jolly and good-natured and never failed to come off with the honors in any verbal conflict with the others. There is n«.t much to do on an idle steamboat except to keep the engines in order and the fires well banked and to see that the negro roustabouts do not carve up each other in their eternal “crap games. But the men did not lack amusement, 'flies would sit out in the barge and listen to the Victrola playing Memphis Blues” and “Chinatown. and other choice selections. Karly in the morning someone would go out and run the trot-line, of which they had several up and down the river. The people of Maxine, a town nearby, always invited the boatmen to come over whenever there was an entertainment . r dance. This was always an appreciated diversion, and :o “Buck. especially, ibis was the seventh heaven. Here was where he “shined, and he made more than one of the commissary boys intensely jealous. But Buck never worried; he always carried a persuader”—and a .11 at that! Karly one morning a day or so before an excursion the captain asked us if we cared to go with them on a coaling trip. We accepted with alacrity. The boat made a quick trip down the river and soon was tied up at the side of a coal barge. Buck left the pilot house and I lay down on a bench to wait until time to go. I lay there for a while, watching the fleecy little white clouds drifting idly across the blue June sky until the sound of the steam exhaust and the grating of the coal shovels became monotonous and I gradually fell asleep. I jumped up suddenly t hear the echoes of the big whistle rolling about among the hills and saw Buck leaning out of a window in a paroxysm of laughter. I looked out. too. and saw a small skill’ drifting away from the steamboat and two small boys energetically swimming to the bank. Hill billies. said “Buck. recovering from his laughing spell, and as seated of a steamboat as they are of the devil.” The others of our crowd 39 came up to investigate, so Buck sat down, lighted a cigarette and then looked up with a queer little grin on his face. That wasn’t quite so funny to them as it was to us. he began. 1 guess they have a good right to be afraid. Some river pilots like to see how close they can go to a small boat without upsetting it. But not for me; 1 saw how-dangerous that sort of thing really is. I remember that before I got my pilot’s license---” He paused and blew the ashes oil the end of his cigar- ette. I used to work under a crabbed old fellow named Pierce. He didn’t care what he did; he’d ram a line of barges into the bank rather than hack ’round a bend. One day down in Mobile harbor we passed so close to a row boat full of girls that they had to’push against the side of the steamboat with their oars. Another time just this side of Selma he saw a man out in the middle of the river runnin’ his trot-line. 'Watch how close I go to him,’ he said to me. and Ik surely made a good job of it. The man looked up and saw the boat coming and tried to get out of the way. But he tangled bis line up in the front and his skifY swung so that the steamboat hit the end of it squarely. The pilot stopped the boat as quickly as possible and a nigger went back in a row boat. He brought the man back, all limp and wet, and lying across the side of the boat. The pilot thought he had killed him. I never saw a man turn so white. But we doctored the man up and he got all right. The pilot never got over the shock, however. He didn’t stay on the river much longer. The last 1 heard of him he was running a small cotton warehouse down in Mew Orleans. Buck” jumped quickly at the sound of the captain’s signal and we started on our way back to camp. RUFUS CAMl’Bhl.,I.. 16. Larks Song Of the woods and the fields 1 sing. Of the rocks and the trees and the brook. Of this beautiful world and its King. And all the care that He took. I sing of the babes in my nest; Front my heart which with joy overfloweth, 1 sing of the things which are best. And of things which man never knoweth. I sing of bliss and love. Of the joys of the beautiful spring; I sing of the King up above, For my heart with gladness doth ring, —Tom Moore, ’18. 40 Spoils “Thanksgiving is the time tor happiness ’ remarked little Jim, wisely. “Thanksgiving is the time for praise, son,” his father reproved. “Thanksgiving is the time for reveries, replied Grandmother, her kind grey eyes gazing tenderly at a sword upon the wall. And we knew she was right. It had been the usual time for the family reunion, the usual dinner had been served. We had eaten with the usual appetite, but an unusual gloom had fallen over the group. Perhaps Grandmother’s look at the old sword had awakened it, for our story-teller had answered the call of the last Trumpet. •‘Let's begin our stories, Aunt Mary suggested. Mother, you must be first, to take his place,” she added softly. Then Grandmother began: “It was during that awful fall of sixty-four. My father and two brothers had gone to give their all to the glorious South. I was left alone with our hundred slaves, attempting by my feeble efforts to gain a living from the soil. The time of Thanksgiving came around. My heart was too sore to oiler much thanks, but on the eve before that day a short note came from Lather. ‘Give thanks that we are yet alive and give thanks that General Lee is still our leader.' he wrote. “On the morning of that eventful day 1 set the slaves to work preparing a dinner, as bountiful as our almost barren land could produce. AH went well until about ten o’clock. 1 was sewing in the little parlor that led from the main drawing-room. Suddenly I heard the sound of horses, nearer and nearer they came. I listened almost frozen with fright. The door opened and Dinah, a young negress. slipped into the room. “‘Lawdy. Miss Marg'ret, deni Yankees done come to set us er fire. Dar ain’t no telling how many dey is out on de poach. 1 tried to quiet her, hut above my own voice came the tramp of men on the veranda. A loud ring came from the door. I looked wildly about the room when my eyes fell on Mother's portrait. I remembered her words, 'Never deny anyone entrance, my child. “‘Dinah 1 tried to control my voice, ‘ask the gentlemen in.’ I’or a moment she stared at me as though she thought I hail suddenly taken leave of my senses, but, seeing that I meant to be obeyed, went to the d or. I heard the gruff tones of a soldier’s voice and waited patiently to see the owner. At last he came. At the door he paused, his hat still upon his head, behind him several insolent minor officers. I bowed. “Men. you must have come far. Won’t you have a seat ? ‘Dinah, bring more coal, the lire is low.’ 41 A C LAI A LITERARY SOCIETY In an instant his head was uncovered. Taking their cue from him the others removed their hats. “ ‘Perhaps you are hungry.' An eager light sprang in one of the men’s eyes. ’I have prepared a dinner for whatever guests might come in. At first I was afraid I must enjoy it alone. But now will you accept my invit i-tion Y They stayed! Ah. that dinner. The slaves waiting upon the table gazed at ‘dem Yankees' and trembled. 1 was beginning to become reassured. 1 was only eighteen, was it any wonder that I counted on my charm? Youth knows no defeat. After dinner I bade them make themselves at home. One of the men turned to the leader. ‘When do we begin the raid?' he asked. Ivor a moment I waited with bated breath, my mother’s treasures, sacred in my eyes, my father’s heirlooms, all of these might be given up. The commander looked at me and meeting my helpless look, turned and thundered to the astonished man. 'Warren, have you no sense of a man's honor? You entered this house as a guest and you leave it as such.' The troop left. That was my first experience with the Yankees.” Did you ever see them after that, the leader, I mean?” asked little Jim, eagerly. Grandmother smiled as she wiped away a tear. He was your grandfather. lad.” ‘ GLADYS PICKENS, T6. My Favorite Day There are those who find mem'ries the sweetest To muse upon all day long; Who think of the good old days gone l And make yesterdays their song. There are those whose dreams are the future; With glad hearts they look ahead; Who love to plan of all the days t � come To the morrow their thoughts are tied. I. too, have fond mem’ries and sweet Dear reveries of days gone by; And with rosy dreams of days to come My thoughts often soar the sky. But. now. for me. the day of days Is the living, present day. It’s my yesterday's future, tomorrow’s gone by. To be made in just—my way. I.eonide Smith. ’IT. 43 Bee Hive Let me tell you something about these interesting little creatures, for nothing could be more wonderful than this particular Bee Hive. You may think that there is no work here, but great will be your disappointment if that is your thought. Does everybody work? No! far from that. There are many Queens who do nothing but command the poor Workers from early morning till late at night. But I suppose there are not enough Queens because there is a class of Drones who do nothing. The Drones always escape the Queen's commands. Whether it be due to the fact of their lung stav in this wonderful Hive or to self-conceit, in either case it is certain that the Drones consider themselves educated. Far be it from me to tell them that they have not learned the first lesson. But do not get the impression that there are many Drones here, for there are not. We pity and feel sorry for them, but never dislike them. In fact, we Workers (did I tell you that 1 was a Worker?) are sometimes tempted to join the Drones, when the Queens give large orders. The Queens! What shall we do l«« them—or what will they do to us? That is the question. Nevertheless, with all our hardships we have discovered a few pleasures to which the Queens give their greatest approval. Matinees! Clubs! Luncheons! These three festivities are attended by all the occupants of this Hive. The Queens go as chaperons to the matinees and clubs. A matinee without a Queen would not be permitted or enjoyed by the Drones. Most of the Queens take this opportunity to tell us the dangers and harms of procrastination. If it were not for the fact that the Queens sat around our little brown tables, nibbled our bread and sipped our sweets, we would need no further proof or our hypothesis that they are immortal. Since they do do this I tuink we are correct in saying that the Quens are mortal, even human, just like the rest of us. The Queens accomplish much good by their influence and example. In fact, the Queens are more concerned about the Workers than the Workers are about themselves. They inspire a great desire in the hearts of the Workers to achieve great things. A very few things, demerits, for instance, are given to us without much effort on our part; but far more must be won by unremitting toil. You will agree with me when I say that nothing is greater than to behold one's own reflection in the Mirror. Well, this is one thing that we may try to accomplish. Many «� f our countenances are sent, but few are chosen. t the end of four long years we may attain knowledge. But this is a sad thought, for then our days in this Bee Hive are over. The poor Drones have no chance whatever of ever obtaining knowledge. But. after all. when we Workers have gained this wonderful achievement we have only a roll of paper more than the Drones. MAKBELLE MATTHEWS, 1(1. 44 Selections From Betty Randolph’s Diary August 15, 1775. I walked over to Colonel Dane!ridge's this morning to take him some of Aunt Miranda's famous custard. He asked me how I supposed that boy of his and sweetheart of mine was behaving himself in the ranks. To his and my great surprise I answered him by bursting into tears. He said. “Now. now. child. I should think you would be the last person to weep. I soon stopped and went up to Mrs. Dandridge’s room and found her knitting. As soon as she had greeted me and taken the flowers which I brought, she put me to knitting, a task which I abhor and which made my visit shorter than usual. August 18. 1775. I guess it was fortunate for Aunt Sally and unfortunate for me that she arrived at such a time. It took her a long time to come from her New England home way down here. Now she can't get back. She is such a stern Puritan with such a long face that I nearly go insane under her watchful eye. She thinks I am very worldly and frivolous. Very great was her surprise Sunday to find that I could not repeat the whole of I)r. Eliot’s sermon on “Doomsday. August 23, 1775. Shep. if he is a dog. is very sympathetic. This morning he and I were strolling around the yard when I overheard the following conversation from over the evergreen hedge. “Dat chil’ sho am gittin' obstructions! No tellin’ what dat gal am gwine to do some day. she jus’ lack old Marsc wid her temper. She sho am, Black Abe.” “Wal. now, Mirendy.” said Black Abe. “you can’t blame her much, but dat pet lamb ain’t so meek. “My word. meek, well I reckon she ain't. But dev do tell me. Abe. dat Miss Sally look jus’ lack dat ghost what does all dat yellin’ down here in Red Hollow.” whispered Aunt Maranda. 1 pushed my head through the bush and said, “Boo. Aunt Maranda fled screaming down the path. August 30. 1775. Went riding this afternoon. I missed John and his big black horse by my side. He and brother are never nut of my thoughts. I wish I could see them and we could all be happy once again. September 2. 1775. I was sitting by an open window night before last watching the moon sailing in the clouds when a voice said: “Betty. It was John's voice and T was greatly startled. Then I saw him beneath the window and ran out to 45 him. He was breathless and said he had some valuable papers for Washington and that the British were close at his heels. He gave them to me. 1 hid them in the secret passage just as the soldiers rode up. They searched the house but found nothing, and so mounted their steeds and disappeared. September 30. 1775. That night when the house was wrapped in slumber. I slipped in the stable and saddled Dixie. I rode swiftly down the silent road past the cabins and houses until I came to Red Hollow. A dark cloud passed over the moon. The limb of a nearby tree cracked! I began to experience queer feelings up and down my spine, while I was patting and encouraging Dixie. I could not see two feet ahead of me. for a storm was coming up. Suddenly the horse reared, then plunged headlong into the creek. I heard a noise like the rattling of a chain. An owl screeched. I shivered. Big drops stood on my brow, my heart sounded like thunder to my cars. I clung to the horse as 1 heard something panting and running behind me. Something touched my foot. The horse stopped, turned his head and looked clown, my gaze followed his to find Shep panting beside me. 1 rode the next ten miles in peace until a voice in the stillness said. “Halt!” I dismounted and found myself face to face with my brother. I told him briefly of John and his errands. He took me to a tent. I handed the General the papers and he took my hand to thank me: then I knew nothing more, for I had swooned. ELLEN SHOLL, ’IT . A Night In June The sea ahead, the breeze behind. A sail of gleaming white; A moon that shines across the deep. Through purple dusk of night ; Across the beach there floats a sound. A whisper from the blue; I’ll n’er forget that summer night. The boat, the sea -and you. 46 —Eva Quirk, ’18. junior The Amateur Thief The house was still. Not a sound could Ik heard except Tom in the hack yard, singing as he was planting seeds. The silence was broken by mulTIcd footsteps. Suddenly the door was pushed open—a head was thrust in. then a body followed. Seeing that the coast was clear the figure came further into the room. Looking about the kitchen and making sure that all was safe, it passed on into the pantry. Muffled sounds could be heard within the pantry as the thief was robbing the house. What was he doing? Wc shall see. In the pantry over in a corner was a figure. It had a glistening knife in its hand and was standing on the table. Cautiously it reached out its other hand to a hidden jar. What was in it? The family money? Valuable papers? Family heirlooms? It must be one of these, for what else would be hidden on the back shelf of the pantry? The hand took the jar and raised the lid. T he robbery had nearly been committed when the foot slipped from the table and down to the floor went thief, jar and all! Xora. who had been upstairs sleeping, woke up and half tumbled down the stairs. She rushed into the pantry screaming, but when the sight was revealed to her, she stopped. At the top of her voice she cried. “Billy Brown! Do you think because vex nut’s at ther Ladies’ Aid ye kin do this way? Well, you can’t. Every time I wanna take a little nap you interrupt it. and I'm not going to stand for it any longer. Now look what ye’ve done! Broke that jar and spilt all that jam! I don't know what will become of ye. shure. When I tell ye that ye kin have some jam thin ye kin have it. but ye don't hev to do this, shure! By this time Billy was screaming, but Xora jerked up the little culprit and took him upstairs. “Now ye jest git that jam olTen ve and I’ll attend to ye! Five minutes later Billy emerged from the bathroom. “Xow. here, ye git into this bed until ycr ma comes home and I’m going to tell her shure! Xora left the room and Billv put his face under the covers: the thief • had failed in his attempt t« rob the pantry and his dav «� f doom would surely come when his mother arrived. FT.SIK SMITH. ’20. 47 HILLIARD LITERARY SOCIETY Bridget, the Amateur That old saying, “You always get full measure when you get a peck of trouble.” proved true last summer. Mother was very sick and to cap the climax, the cook didn't come. Above all times she was needed then. It therefore fell my lot to cook dinner. The hours dragged slowly by, but at last it was time to begin. Very much dated, I donned a large apron and went down to the kitchen, with my heart feeling very much as if a dozen magpies were turned loose in it. and as if each was trying to outchatter the other. I was busy with the cooking utensils, when 1 heard a scraping at the window. 1 looked in that direction just in time to see a woolly, kinky head bob up and down, once or twice, then sink, f walked to the window and looking out saw Viola, our cook’s girl, laboring earnestly with a box. She was trying to get upon it. When I asked her what she wanted she appeared not to hear. I repeated my inquiry, but still no answer came. After many efforts she gained the summit ami with many vain attempts to look her best, full of the importance of her message, she delivered it: “Ma says she ix very sick and can’t come an' cook fur yo'all ter day.” I told her to go and catch a chicken for me. Fortunately. I found some biscuit dough in the ice box. fter I had rolled it and cut the biscuits out. 1 put them in the oven. The chicken was now ready for me. Having scalded it and put it in a pan 1 poured water and sifted some flour over it. 1 then put on some rice to boil. This much completed, 1 felt as if I could breathe easy. I sent Viola to sec how mother was. When she came back she sa:d mother was up and feeling much better, l.awsv, Miss, ain't yo done gone and let sumfin burn?” 1, too, was aware of something burning. I rushed to the stove only to find my precious biscuits turning black. The rice also was stuck to the pan. Almost in despair I devoted all of my attention to the chicken ere some ill should befall it. I seasoned it with salt and pepper galore, then added some butter. Mother, coming into the kitchen and seeing my sad plight, soon had everything all right. She prepared many other tempting dishes and said father was going to bring a friend home to lunch. She complimented me on my chicken and I could scarcely do a thing for peeping at it. for it did look so good. When we sat down to the table and father picked up the carving knife to carve my beloved chicken, he made me blush, by telling his friend I had cooked it alone. He stuck the knife into the bird. There was a sizzling noise and an awful odor was sent forth. Father glared across at mother. She looked down at me in bewilderment. Had I? Oh world of woe, 1 had! Oh, Mother.” said 1, ‘‘I forgot to take the insides out!” ALBERTA JONES, ’20. 49 COMMERCIAL CLUB The Viewpoint of the Boss Wc stand ready to enter the business world, brave because of our equipment. and self-confident because of the praise we have won from our teachers. who arc more often prone t« blame than to praise. W e stenographers especially arc eager to storm the business man. and make him confess that we are almost as perfect as humans, and stenographers, can be. Now my self-appointed task is to give to stenographers the point of view of the boss. There arc many lines of business, and prominent men engage in all f • them. What these men expect from their stenographers, cverv Commercial graduate should know, so that he mav trv to fit himself for these positions. There are millions of so-called stenographers, but very few efficient ones. Some positions afford a better opportunity for advancement than others. My first interview was with Mr. Fornev Johnston, an attorney, whom I asked for his idea of an ideal law stenographer. Mr. Johnston has a cool, light office in which any stenographer would cniov working. He was rather surprised at my purpose, but verv kindlv did all lie could to help me. “ law stenographer.” he began, “must have a general education, and a good foundation in Latin. This latter is iust as essential as a knowledge of short hand or typewriting to the lawyer's stenographer, as there arc many, many Latin words and Latin phrases, especially in briefs. stenographer must he accurate, and neat in her work. We do not like t«� have work copied over. You see. an enormous amount of detail is entrusted to the stenographer. and her work must be accurate. Tti law. as in cverv other business, the work is not merely the transcription of letters. Stenographers should have general discretion about business matters in the office. It should he necessary merely to suggest the things to be done without an intricate explanation. Law stenographers must have the ability to concentrate. They must be quick, and above all. must know how to sncll and punctuate. knowledge of simple bookkeeping is an asset to a lawyer’s stenographer.” f told him of the fact that we are studying Commercial T.aw at school. “That helps, 51 but if a stenographer is efficient, and knows some Latin, she can easily pick tip the office routine.” I thanked Mr. Johnston heartily for his kindness hi sparing me some of his time, and on the way home 1 thought, “To get an increase in wages with a lawyer, a stenographer must make herself practically indispensiblc. A stenographer can not rise very high in the law business.” A stenographer of a bank official is in a position affording even slighter chances for rise, as I found on interviewing Mr. Fleming, of the First National Bank. Mr. Fleming was sitting in an enclosure using the 'phone. Near him two men were dictating, one to a girl, the other to a young man. s soon as Mr. Fleming had finished his conversation, he came to the railing and talked to me. “Mr. Fleming, 1 asked, “if you were to go up to the High School today and ask for a stenographer, what kind would you order? “There is no special kind. he replied. “Tn the banking business the officials do not need secretaries, a stenographer is sufficient, just so she can take dictation. read her notes, and typewrite them correctly, neatly and accurate! ; that is all we require. “No.” in answer to a question, “she can not learn anything about the banking business. She is nett connected with it in any way. and besides, only actual experience in the work is necessary, and a stenographer can not get that unless she actually does it. “What you need is an average stenographer with only the usual amount of ability and initiative ' I said to myself, as I thanked him and left. Rut other kinds of work offer golden opportunities to the above-the-nverage stenographer. Mr. 1.. Sevier. Chief Clerk of the General Freight Office of the Southern Railway, whom I next met on my tour of inquiry, heartily approved of my purpose. “One to fill the position of stenographer.” he began, “should he more than a machine, and he equipped to handle the position with sufficient forethought to complete the work with neatness and dispatch; with a memory sufficiently clear at all times to he posted as to the correspondence of the office, that will enable her to locate files without referring to records; with a complete knowledge of the records of the office that will enable her to supply information at all times. Mr. Sevier stopped a minute and then said, “Oh. yes! No one filling the position of stenographer is capable unless she has finished the High School. I asked him what the chances for advancement were. “There is no position connected with the railroad that will enable any employee to get a more thorough knowledge of the railroad business than that of a well-equipped stenographer. No one connected with the railroad has a better opportunity as to the future in fil 1 -ing a position in the railroad service than one who has come up in the stenographic line. Any stenographer in the railroad office is a machine, unless she does show that she has some brains, and head work will take a stenographer out of the class of machines. 1 took this interview, verbatim, in shorthand. then read it to him. thanked him cordially, and left. My last interview was with that well-known business man, Mr. Love-man. Naturally T had to explain to him whv I had come to see him. He made some very terse remarks as he sat at ease in his office chair, smoking a cigar. He began with adjectives. “Neat in appearance and in her work. r,2 Accurate. Cheerful disposition. Self-confident. Initiative. Thorough knowledge of English, which includes spelling and punctuation. Good health most important.'’ These qualities, I understood, his secretary or stenographer must have. “Will she he a secretary or stenographer? 1 asked, looki ig at the list. If she has these qualities she will be both. And after she has been here a certain length of time she could run my business for me, no matter how often I was compelled to lie away. She would be more of an office lieutenant than either stenographer or secretary. My thanks to Mr. Love man came indeed from the bottom of my heart. He had told me that the stenographer to the head of a department store is indeed no machine, but she can work herself up to a very responsible position. Senior Class of Ninetccn-Sixtecn and all pupils of Central High, you will sec by these interviews that the business men demand much of you, that there are three special qualifications which everyone in the business world must have—neatness, accuracy and brains. These interviews are written for the express purpose of giving you an idea of what is expected of you, and how you can rise from the middle stratum to a higher one, where the demand is greater. As you see. in some lines of business you have a chance to work yourselves up; in others you have not. Choose your standard, choose the line of business you would follow, and stick to it. You will notice that certain things are stressed, Remember these things, for upon them will often depend your livelihood. Senior Class of Nineteen-Sixtecn, may you all rise to the top of your chosen work, in the great fields of business and life. I love you. Oh, how I love you : It seems as though 1 love the very things you touch. The desk you sit by every day Bears the light pressure of your arms. But I know were 1 that desk I’d come to life and kiss you. Oh. I’d hold you close. And every night a prayer to Him who Watches o’er us all, I send. That He may give you one more blessing from His store. And make you just a little dearer than you are. But when I’ve prayed for that. 1 tremble for my heart. For if I had to love you more than now My heart would break, Dear Margaret. SARAH FELDSTEIN. ’10. 53 WHEN THE SCIENTISTS GET TOGETHER. Many nf tin girls of the Senior Class had the pleasure of meeting Dr. William Wesley Guth of Gouehcr College, and Dr. Marion Leroy Burton of Smith at the reception given them by the Woman's College Club at the Tutwiler, pril 12. The Senior ('.iris are grateful to the College Club for affording them this opportunity not only of meeting these distinguished scholars, hut also of meeting and mingling with some of the South’s most cultured women. The first of a series of delightful senior luncheons was that given on April � by Miss irginia Kelso and Miss Elizabeth Talc. Dainty spring violets formed the centerpiece, and an attractive color scheme of lavender and white was carried out in the decorations and place cards. Those enjoying this delightful hospitality were: Misses Ethel Bryan. Kleen Croy, Grace Jones. Madelyn Thomas, Gladys Pickens, Winifred Gallagher, Mrs. Paschal!, Mrs. Johns, Mrs. Glass and Miss Fitzgerald. Miss Maybellc Matthews and Miss Alma Smith were hostesses at luncheon on April 12. The decorations and place cards were suggestive of Easter. Those present were Mr. McClathery. Misses Merrill, Fitzgerald. Sue Dickenson. Fanny Bowers, Mary Abrams, Marion Holmes, Maud Jacob, Gladys Pickens and Ellen Croy. A recent visitor to Central was Mrs. V. W. Faison of Charlotte, N. C. Mrs. Faison (Miss Mary Cameron) was formerly one of the most popular members of our faculty, and is always assured of a hearty welcome from her scores of friends and admirers here in High School. In the game between the Curry and the Hilliard on March 21, Miss Bertha Engel was sponsor for the Curry, and Miss Margaret Shook for the Hilliard. Miss Engel's maids were: Misses Juliet Foster. Mary Dugger. Elizabeth Powers, Mary Krauss and Elisc Sparrow. Miss Shook had as her maids Miss Kate Smith and Miss Letitia McNeel. On April 11 Miss Frances Strange and Miss Mary Dugger were joint hostesses at one of the most delightful luncheons given during the present term. A great cluster of snow-balls formed an attractive centerpiece, and the place-cards, clever pen-and-ink sketches of girl graduates, bore the following names: Misses Gladys Hayes, W illie Mac Cunningham. Inez Elliott. Gladys Pickens, Bertha Engel, Miss Senn. Miss Fitzgerald. Mrs. Jefferson, Mrs. Dugger and Mrs. Hayes. Thomas Jefferson's birthday was recently commemorated in the Audi- os torium with appropriate talks by Miss Catherine Winn and -Mr. Weller Smith. Miss Winn pictured for us the home-life of this famous patriot in her talk. “A Day W ith Jefferson,” while Mr. Smith explained Jefferson’s ideas of peace. Central High is grateful to those of her girls whose diligent efforts in selling buttons aided us materially in making “Illiteracy Day” such a pro nou need success. The Senior entertainment which took place April 5 was in every respect a success. “What Happened to Jones,’’ an uproarious farce, was greeted with the enthusiasm it deserved. Mr. James Childers in the initial role was unusually clever, while Miss Leonide Smith, the Swedish maid, and Mr. Hofford Todd .the absent-minded professor, were all that could be desired. Miss Mary Nell Findlay, as the domineering wife, and Miss Jessie Matthews, as the sentimental maiden aunt, took their parts unusually well. After the play a very successful bazaar was held in the Gymnasium. On Friday. March 24, in Room 229. the Astraca Literary Society held its first semi-annual social. Resides the regular club members, the faculty and the first three officers of the other club attended. I he room was artistically decorated with ferns and stars, and a color scheme of old gold and green was followed throughout. One of the most interesting features of the program was a mock faculty meeting in which the prize was awarded to Mis-; Gladys Cox of the Aglaia. Miss Sara McCarty was successful in a very entertaining story contest. Delicious refreshments were served, and after speeches from the visitors the club adjourned. Altogether one of the most enjoyable programs ever given in Auditorium was that presented on April 27 by the History of Music Classes, who chose as their subject “Shakespearean Music.” Miss Anita Latady discussed music and musical instruments of Shakespeare’s time, giving a brief but graphic description of the few instruments then in use. At the conclusion of Miss Latady’s talk, the “Shepherd’s Hey,” a delightful little folk-dance, was played on the grafonola. The Music of Shakespeare’s Plays was the topic chosen by Miss Let ilia McNeel, and during her talk such favorites as “Hark. Hark the Lark!” “Who Is Sylvia? “Cnder the Greenwood Tree.” and “Lo, Hear the Gentle Lark.” were played. Miss Mary Malone gave a short explanation for each record. One of the most enjoyable “Club Days” of the term was “Glee Club Day” recently given in the Auditorium. The club favored its audience with many delightful songs. Among them were “My Little Dream Girl, sung by Mr. Robert Gillespy, and “A Little Bit of Heaven.” sung by Mr. Edvvyn Morris. Other numbers by the club were: “Heidclburg Song,” from “Prince of Piel-Son;“ “Pilot, Land the Boat.” and “High Jinks.” One of the attractive Senior luncheons «� f this term was given by Miss Pearl Neugent ami Miss Irene Olmutz. Green and white were used in a centerpiece of narcissus and in place cards of Faster lilies. A delightful three course menu was served to the following: Misses Clara W hite. Flora Gar- den. Elizabeth Maddox, Fitzgerald, Lynch. Chamhless. Prcndergast ami 66 Messrs. 1'ricc and McGlathery and the hostesses, Misses Keugent and Ol-mutz. Miss Mary Belle Baker and Miss Rose Mendelsohn gave a delightful luncheon April 25. The pink and while color scheme was beautifully carrie I out. sweet peas being the centerpiece. Those present were: Misses Mar gucrite Prcndergasl, Marjorie Solman, Klise Sparrow, Kstlu-r Kolin. Ruth Brook, Ruth Suydam, Messrs. Edgar Baker. William Baker and Morris Kand-man. Dr. Phillips is one visitor on whom the High School can always depend. It was he who gave the first number of our tercentenary celebration. In his discussion of Shakespeare, Dr. Phillips showed how his popularity as poet and dramatist varied with the ages. Mow. he said, we are living in an age when Shakespeare is more appreciated as a dramatist than as a poet, due, mainly, to our superior stage devices. Dr. Phillips pointed out very clearly the advantages and disadvantages resulting from such a condition. Another interesting Shakespearean program was that given in Auditorium Friday morning, April 28. which was really a preparation for the pageant which took place that afternoon. The story of the Winter's Talc was told by Miss Robbie Griggs, while Mr. Albert Tony gave a synopsis of the “Merchant of Venice A short description of the pageant was given hv Miss Bertha Hngel. It was largely due to the efforts of these students that the afternoon’s festivities were such a pronounced success. East Park was the scene of a gala event on Friday afternoon, April 28. when the members of the Dramatic Club paid homage to the Bard of Avon. All the characters of romance had their place in this brilliant pageant. Queen Bess walked with stately dignity attended by her train of courtiers clad in the gaily-colored raiment of that bygone day. Following these came a motley crew of mischievous clowns and weird witches. Mingling with these strange, fantastic creatures were countless graceful, dainty little fairies who flitted lightly to and fro across the green carpet of the grass. Fourteen scenes front Shakespeare’s greatest dramas were given during the afternoon, the most notable among which were the Casket scene, and the Court scene from the Merchant of Venice ’ the Wrestling scene from “As You Like It. and the Balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Of all the pretty little folk-dances given none were more thoroughly enjoyed than the dainty May Pole dance in which Puck and his attendants joined. Surely the sweet-voiced singer of the ages (had he been present) would have been highly pleased with the graceful tribute paid to his memory. Miss lone Graham and Miss Rosa Mehaffey were hostesses at one of the recent High School luncheons. A color motif of red and white was carried out in both decorations and menu. Red and white carnations formed a centerpiece and hand-painted C. H. S. pennants used as place cards bore the following names: Misses Ellen Graham. Mabel Beasley, Florence Hill, Mary Fitzgerald, Mrs. Manley Moor, Mrs. H. B. Wood and Messrs. Dillon. Hibbs, Brown and Smith, and the hostesses. Misses Graham and Mehaffey. One of the daintiest of the many dainty Senior luncheons given this 57 term was ihat at which Miss Christine Henry and Miss Virginia Stone were joint hostesses. An attractive color scheme of yellow and white was artistically carried out. a cluster of Shasta daisies forming the centerpiece. The place-cards, clever little pen-and-ink sketches of chubby cherubs, held the following names: Misses Fitzgerald. Marguerite Prendcrgast, Mary Wood- ruff, Juliet Foster, l.ctitia McXeel, Annie Moore, Katherine l.inthicum. Emily Clay and Winifred Gallagher. Another attractive luncheon was given by Miss Olive Carlton and Miss Bertie Wilson on May 2. A color scheme of pink and white was prettily carried out in the place cards and flowers. The following were the guests: Mrs. Hilton, Mrs. Walker, Mrs. Bynum, Misses Thornton, Fitzgerald, Tomlinson, Carlton. Messrs. Price. Bynum and Dr. Brown. very pretty luncheon was given by Miss Rose Badgley and Miss l.ucy Dismukes on May 3. The centerpiece, a large yellow basket of cream roses tied with tulle, attractively carried out the color scheme of yellow and white. The place cards, dainty hand-painted baskets of yellow roses, held the following names: Misses McDaniel, Merrill, Fitzgerald, Myrtle Mae Jones, Rachel Wright. Virginia Holcombe, Margaret Gideon. Dr. Brown, Messrs. Edwyn Morris and Theodore Wright. THE JOINT DEBATE. By far the most exciting event in club life t k place in our auditorium on May • � . when the school witnessed the semi-annual joint debate. The subject of the debate was at the time a very lively question and was stated: Kcsolvcd, that the Philippines should be given their freedom at the end of four years. The clubs participating were the Hilliard, represented by Mr. Ray C. Burnt , and the Pierian, represented by Miss Margaret Shook, who upheld the affirmative: the Curry, represented by Mr. John t riflin, and the Clio by Miss Maude Jacob, who upheld the negative. This debate, although unusual in many respects, was very much like other debates in the fact that one side lost. Put it was a very close affair and reflected honor and credit on both sides. Mrs. Solon Jacobs, Mr. White Gibson and Mr. '1 . C. Young, as judges, rendered a two-to-onc decision in favor of the negative. Mr. lorn Raddiffc, f the Yancey, presided over the meeting. Miss Mary Dugger, of the Aglaia. acting as secretary. THE AGLAIA. The Aglaia has had a very successful year, increasing its membership about 100 per cent. During the first semester, the “Taller a bright, crisp newspaper, appeared every Friday afternoon. The paper had many subscribers and friends who enjoyed the humor of its columns. So in appreciation of its fun-making spirit, the glaia has studied humor this semester. Many phases the paradox, the fun, the grotesque, have furnished interest to the programs. In sportive mood we have associated with Mirth and I.‘Allegro. After a strong debate we decided that “Mutt and left” is funnier than “Bringing up Father and so gave emphasis to the old-fashioned theory that children, not parents, should he brought up. As a club we enjoyed our auditorium exercise and our observance of Aglaia day. While we lose some of our strongest members through graduation. we sincerely congratulate our Aglaia seniors. 59 TICK ASTKAEA. The Astraea has been organized since the b. ginning of the present semester, but in that time the club has adopted a c nstitution, elected olTiccrs and selected the pin and colors. The programs o “Stars in All Professions” and parliamentary drills have been enjoyed under :he supervision of Miss Moody. Our first social was held in room i'herc were many bright and original features to the social and everyone seemed to have enjoyed the Mock Faculty.” Each visitor expressed congratulations and good wishes for the future of the Astraea. Although many oi our most loyal members are graduating, there arc still many earnest and capable girls who will return next year to accomplish even greater success. THE CLIO. This term has proved very profitable and interesting to the Clio girls, as there can be no more pleasing or instructive study than that of the world’s greatest writer. Shakespeare. Our visit to Stratford-on-Avon with Miss Spalding as chaperon we enjoyed greatly. Several of the plays that have Venice. The dramatic talent f the girls was shown in the portrayal of been studied are Taming of the Shrew.” King Lear and Merchant of many of Shakespeare’s characters. Unique features of the year's program were Clio Day and Talent Day. THE PIERIAN. Why is one’s own self so much more interesting than anything else? The Pierian girls have recognized this fact, and shown its popularity, though we have not tried to discover the psychological cause. We have studied out-selves this term by means of Miss Marv Parker Pierian, better known is Polly. We have carried this young lady from infancy through her college career, investigating and disclosing every phase of her life. This has proved a choice subject, in view of the fact that it provides such a wide range of subjects. The programs have given us something of fun, observation and research, in such a way as to avoid the monotony which so often creeps into club programs. Everything has been presented from a talk on A-grade colleges to a description of a shopping excursion in New Y ork. We look back upon our year’s work with pleasure. THE CURRY. Little acorns make great oaks. The acorn has been planted and the oak is sprouting forth. This year’s progress has excelled that of all past years in the Curry. Every phase of club work has been enjoyed. The club has gone to the senate and heard the great debates, it has entered the land of fiction, it has travelled the country, and it has jollied with humorists from Mark Twain to Charlie Chaplin. Victory has marked its every campaign, and it closes the year with a final flourish and a hope. 60 THE HILLIARD. It has been the object of the standing committee of the Hilliard during this past semester to provide a variety of programs for the club. Debates, readings, essays, stories, historical reviews and current events have given u profitable afternoons. Mr. Elbert Israel and Mr. Frank Glazier were selected to represent the club in the annual oratorical contest. The Hilliard never finishes a year without making some preparation for the coming one. These plans will be presented and discussed at the Hilliard’s annual banquet to be held at the Press Club on June 2. This year we arc to invite girls, and arc anticipating a good time. YANCEY. For the Yancey, the close of this year marks the end of one of the most successful periods of its history. The programs have been of high character. The club has the largest membership High School has yet seen under one literary banner. Representatives have gone out from the club to battle in literary combat, and whether they have met with success or defeat, they have done good work. The club entered upon the past year with a will, and now at the close may look with pleasure on its work. SPANISH CLUB. The range of the programs for the Spanish Club has been very broad this year. The club has studied Spanish literature and literary men. and the Spanish speaking countries, their conditions at present and their customs. Based on these customs several interesting Spanish stories have been written. The annual program in the auditorium, with its talk on Spanish customs by Senorita Helen Evans, and n the Bull Fight by Scnorita Mora Btr rus, was unusually good GLEE CLUB. The Glee Club has been very successful in its work of the past year. During this time its members have given their support to the Kuterpean in the operetta, The Drum vlajor. Then the boys, after diligent rehearsing, entertained the A. E. A. L.. a short while, and acquitted themselves ably. The program in the auditorium was thoroughly enjoyable, as usual. As the year closes the club again lends aid to the Euterpean in its preparation of the annual concert at commencement. As very few of the members graduate, the club has a bright hope for the future to excel those who have gone before. Let’s hope they do. THE EUTERPEAN. The annual concert of the Euterpean Club will be postponed until next fall. 61 DRAMATIC CLUB COMMERCIAL Cl.I B. The Commercial Club has had such a happy semester. Was there ever a more joyous trip than that to Newsome’s!' And has whole-hearted hospitality ever been shown in such a way as at Robert's? The visit to Armour’s Packing Plant was certainly instructive, for there wc saw meats in the making. Wc have enjoyed literary programs also. Our Spring program heralded the approach of Spring long before it arrived. We have become so familiar with auction sales as a result of a program on that subject, that any one in the club can now amply support himself by becoming an auctioneer. Do not think wc are behind the times, for in competition with the literary clubs we have also held a Short Story Contest, and although we wouldn’t have yoti tell it. we are sure that ours was much more interesting. THE DRAMATIC CLUB. This past year has been one of great success, due to the earnest effort and hard work of our members. Our first production was given Thanksgiving. It was “King November Holds Court,” written by Miss Marguerite Weaver, the sponsor of the club. The theme was that of Peace and the les son was beautiful. The club entertained the Grammar School pupils in March by presenting a dramatization of “The Prince and the Pauper.” It proved very entertaining and successful, due to the new talent in the club. On April 28 the club joined the English classes and presented a brilliant Shakespearean pageant in East Park. The annual Shakespearean play will be “Twelfth Night.” Since each year’s play increases in success, wc hope to make this the best ever pre sented by the club. The play is supported by the following cast: Cast of Characters. Or si no_________________________________ Sebastian________________________________ Antonio _________________________________ A Sea Captain____________________________ Valentine _________-_____________________ Malvolio_________________________________ Fabian___________________________________ Clown____________________________________ Sir Toby Belch___________________________ Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek____________________ Olivia __________________________________ Viola ___________________________________ Maria ___________________________________ Douglass Stockham -------Walter Agee ______Elbert Israel _____Douglas Boyd -----Frank Glazier .....Hofford Todd --------Pete Davis ------Weller Smith -------John Griffin _____Henry Ehlbert ------Bertha Engel -----Elise Sparrow -Elizabeth Coleman 63 In this the last issue of The Mirror for this semester we wish to thank all those listed in Our department for their exchanges and the truly helpful advice and criticism offered. We, too. have tried to he fair and kindly in our criticism of those magazines it has been our pleasure to read. As some of us leave this high school never again to enter it as students we would like to see on turning to the future exchange departments the names of those who have favored ns this year. AS SF.F.N IX THE MIRROR. The Missile. Petersburg H. S.. Petersburg, Va. Congratulations on your poetry and editorials in your March number. Orospolitan. Moundsvillc II. S., Moundsville, V. Va.—Your magazine is excellent from cover to cover, but is lacking in one thing—a poetry department. The Hilltop. Dickinson H. S.. Jersey City, X. J.-—Allow us to congratulate you on your fine literary department, especially “The Mousical Joke. The cuts arc excellent. The Quill. Henderson H. S.. Henderson. Ky. Your Junior number is an evenly balanced magazine, which would be greatly improved by a joke department. The Hub, Central H. S.. Gallatin. Tenn.—Your cover is the best yet. as is your Grins. but. oh, for Exchanges! The Headlight, Garfield Junior High School, Richmond. Ind. A school which prints and publishes such a paper as this is certainly due all the praise coming to it. The Spectator. Johnstown H. S.. Johnstown. Pa.- You have a number one magazine, especially the editorials. The Stampede. Havre H. S.. Havre, Montana.-1 This magazine is one of the most finished papers on our list. The literary and athletic departments are especially good. Yc arc sorry to have to disagree with you as to the function of the Exchange department. The Reporter, Birmingham College, Birmingham. Ala- Don’t you think that a table of contents would improve your magazine? The Student. Oklahoma H. S.. Oklahoma City. Oklahoma.—A very at tractive magazine needing only an Exchange department to place it with the best. The Pioneer, Frankford H. S., Philadelphia. Pa.—Your school ought to fit be proud of having such an interesting and well-balanced magazine. Your gym is certainly a dandy. The Technala, Montcvallo, Ala. The person who said that girls could not publish a magazine will please read the “Technala” and be convinced of the error of his way. The Hi-Crier. Miles H. S.. Miles. Ohio.—You certainly have some budding poets in your school. This department is the best yet. Keep it up. The Voice of the South, South H. S.. Youngstown. Ohio. Your con vention number needs no criticism or comment. It was excellent. The Sentinel, Daytona H. S.. Daytona, Fla. It is a pleasure that one does not often have, to sit down and read a magazine through from cover to cover and not have his interest Hag, and this is what your magazine does. AS OTHERS SEE US. The Mirror: Your paper has given us some valuable points. However, we think that the arrangement of your departments and your jokes could he improved. Y our cuts are good and your cover design is unusually artistic. The Sentinel. The Mirror from Birmingham. Ala., leads the list of our exchanges.— Hi-Crier. The Mirror: You devote a good deal of space to your literature; but the material which comprises it is in the form of stories and poems which are all too short. You have the room. Why not the longer story? The Mirror. Emerson H. S.. W. Hoboken, X. J.: The Mirror, which conies all the way from Birmingham, la., seems to use lots of people in getting it ready, which is one of the greatest virtues a school paper can have. - The North Star. The Mirror: The Mirror has a page of cartoons that adds a great deal of interest. The Headlight. The Mirror: We like the thickness and arrangement of your paper very much.—The Oracle. BORROWED WIT. Rosy lips; Cupid sips. Dreamy eyes; Time flies. Soft hands: Father lands. (Quick Curtain.)— Stampede. ATNT IT SO. JOHN? Teacher: What are the most important meals? Pupil: Breakfast, dinner and supper. The North Star. Teacher (to Class): This is the happiest class to he so ignorant.— Ex. The minister was hard at work repairing the fence of his chicken yard. Noticing the careful attention given to the work by the son of his next-door neighbor, he kindly asked. “Are you getting some points on carpentering, Harold? 65 No, sir,” said Harold. “I'm just awaitin' to hear what a preacher says w’en he mashes his thumb wit dc hammer.” The Oracle. WHO? Pupil (in Virgil, translating) : Three times 1 strove to cast my arms about her neck and that’s as far as 1 got. Teacher: Well, I think that was quite far enough.—Ex. Lives of great men all remind us, We can make our lives sublime, And by asking lots of questions. Take up all of teacher's time. —Vermont Pioneer. OH! Patient: Rut. Doctor, you are not asking five dollars for merely remov- ing a cinder from my eye? Specialist: Hr no; my charge is for removing a foreign substance from the cornea.—Ex. bather: Henry, aren't you sorry now that you hit “Bull” Glazier? Skinny: I ain’t half so sorry as he is. Ex. After careful consideration we American High School Magazine: Cover—Hub, Gallatin. Tenn. Editorials—M issile. Fiction—Roman. Photographs- The Voice. (Organizations- Reflector. Society—Red and Black. Music—1'niversitv H. S. Forum. G e n e r a 1 Material—Spectator. Current Events—Spectator. Advertising -Stampede. iave selected the following for the All- Table of Contents—Mirror. Literary—Hilltop. Poetry— Hi-Crier. Athletics—The Hilltop. Commercial—Mirror. Art I.asscll Leaves. Jokes—Mirror. School Events—Southern. Cuts Sentinel. Cartoons—()racle. The following is the complete list of Exchanges for the year: A-R-C Light. Middletown, X. V. Black and Gold, Montgomery, Ala. Courant, Bradford. Pa. Crimson and White. Tuscaloosa, Ala. Echo, Dubuque. Iowa. Garnet and Gray. Albany, N. Y. G nrher Kalends. Baltimore. Md. Hi-Crier. Niles, Ohio. 'The Opinion, Peoria, III. Bugle Call. Columbia. Tenn. Cadet. Lexington. Va. Columbia . Yews. New York City. College News. Bangkok. Siam. Forum. Ntlanta. Ga. Glram. Knslev. Ala. Hilltop, Jersey City, N. T. 66 Headlight, Richmond. Ind. Lasscll Leaves. Boston, Mass. Mirror, W. Hoboken. W J. Montgomery Bell Bulletin, Montgomery, Ala. Medical Collegian, ugusta, G;� . Oracle. Montgomery. Ala. Orospolitan. Moundsvillc, V. Va. Outlook, Pawhuska, Okla. Owl. Middletown. N. Y. Prod. Anniston. Ala. Purple and Gold. Osceola, Ark. Record. Wheeling. Pa. Red and Black. Reading. Pa. Racquet, Portland, Me. Southern. Sutherland, Fla. Sewanee Purple, Sewanee, Tenn. Schucis, Schenectady. X. Y. Student, Oklahoma City. Okla. Stampede. Havre. Mont. Tatler, El Paso. Tex. Tradesman. Boston. Mass. Tripod. Boston. Mass. Vanderbilt Mumnus. Nashville, Tenn. Voice. Youngstown. Ohio. Woman’s College Bulletin. Montgomery. Ala. Vedette, Culver. Ind. Optimist, Titusville. Pa. Howard Crimson. Birmingham. Ala. Bulletin, Springfield, Til. Onill, Enid. Okla. Reflector. Jackson, Mich. Blue and Gold. Atlanta, Ga. Maroon and Grnv. Dallas, Tex. The Reporter. Danville, Vn. The Vermont Pioneer. Rnndolf Center. Vt. Hub, Gallatin, Tenn. Kernel. Louisville. Ky. Missile. Petersburg. Va. North Star, Pittsburg, Pa. Oracle, Des Moines. Iowa. Oracle, Jacksonville, Ela. Observer. Chilliest he. Mo. Omnibus. Franklin. Pa. Purple and White, Spring Hill. Tenn, Pioneer. Philadelphia. Pa. Quill, Henderson, Ky. Reporter. Birmingham, Ala. Roman. Rome. Ga. Review. Shanmkin. Pa. Spectator. Johnstown. Pa. Student. Portsmouth. Va. Spectrum. Chester. Pa Skirmisher. Marion. la. Tatler. Des Moines, Iowa. Technala. Montcvallo, Ala. Tabula, Torrington. Conn. Terrill School News, Dallas. Tex. Wallace World, Nashville, Tenn. Echo. Nashville. Tenn. Red and Black. Coatcsvillc, Pa. Sphinx. Ccntralia. III. Mountaineer. Santa nna, Tex. Pattcrsonian, Mount Joy. Pa. Review. Nashville. Tenn. Lehigh Burr. Bethlehem. Pa. The Sangra. Way cross, Ga. College Topics. University of Virginia. The Tulane Weekly, New Orleans. La. The Radiator. Camp Hill, Ala. The Canary and Blue, llcntown. Pa. Weekly Trident. Santa Cruz. Cal. 67 e Atzi s wear- x mm £. ChaWPj Centra Swfr wm our s nine At th£ sun r n fiOlinry HAnnt-u Aeiiey CXAC Football. The outlook last fall was very discouraging for a new coach to attempt to mold a football machine of any degree of efficiency, from the standpoint of Central's former record in this branch of sport. There were only five old men nut for the team, with an abundance of light, inexperienced material. Though lacking weight and experience, the team made a very creditable record against great odds. Central may well be proud of its plucky team and the untiring work of Coach Pritchard. It is pleasing to look forward to the work of the next year's team with Harrel, Hahn, Hall and Kcd Kelley back as a nucleus. The summary follows: Enslcy Central 27 Marion County 7 Central 25 Alabama Preps 7 Central 0 Blountsville 12 Central _ -. 7 iy Central . _ . o Blount County Central Etowah 3 Central -- _ 0 Bessemer 14 Central Opponents Central .. 71 Basketball. The basketball team of the past season was the most satisfactory feature of our athletics. The team was one of the best turned out by Central in a number of years. Though we were greatly outweighed by every team played, the large end of the score is in our column. There was a remarkable spirit of fight-to-thc-cnd in the team which brought home the state prep, championship to Ccip-il High. The record speaks for the fine work of Coach Pritchard as well as the team. 1 22 11 C. H. S 52 V. M. C. A. Faculty C H. S. C. H. S. -t 2 C. H. S. _ 77 9 C. H. S. 15 Birmingham College — 18 C. H. S. 22 69 01 MLS CHAMPIONSHIP BASKETBALL TEAM 151(1 Etowah ________________ 7 Cumberland University. 38 Marion ________________25 Anniston Prods_________27 Bessemer _____________11 All Stars_____________ 11 Knslcy ________________10 Etowah_________________35 Birmingham College____22 Hamilton _____________ 10 C. H. S..................40 C. H. S................ 42 C. H. S................ 20 C. H. S..................23 C. H. S..................34 C. H. S................. 30 C. 11. S...................3G C H. S.__________________25 C. H. S.................. 23 C. H. S................. 70 Opponents--------------265 C. H. S.______________608 The basket ball varsity were awarded their letters in the auditorium on April 18th. with short talks by Coach Pritchard and Mr. Price, faculty treasurer of the athletic association. The jersies were awarded by Miss Annie Moore. The following are members of the team which brought the state championship to Central: “Don Harrell, captain, forward; “Shine” Montgomery, forward; “Hub Hahn, center; John Roberts, guard; Flemmon Hall, guard; Fritz Jones, guard and forward. This year, for the first time, the girls' championship basketball team were presented jersies with their class numerals. The Junior girls' team carried off the honors and were awarded their numerals in the auditorium in April. Members of the team were: Claudine l.awson, captain; Vera Nell Batson, Xorinc Shannon, Hlise Sparrow, Jessie Starbuck, Edith Broomall, Gladys Bachman, Esther Smith. Baseball. Starting out rather badly. Central's baseball team has rapidly rounded into form, and with excellent pitching, has been returned winner in a majority of the games played. Harrell and Rives have performed masterfully in the box and the stick work of Lassiter has been as steady as it was strong. The whole team has done consistent work lately, winning seven out of ten games, and incidentally deserving more enthusiastic support from Central High's fans. Our hats are off to Coach Pritchard for building up such a winning combination as our baseball team has proved. The season's summary: Marion _ 1 Central 0 Marion _ _ . 5 Central 1 Marion ... 4 Central - 8 Bessemer ... 4 Central 17 Birmingham News.. _ ... 1 Central - 2 Howard Reserves ... 1 Central fi Knslcy Central 5 Bibb ... 2 Central 5 Knslcy — ... 5 Central G Bessemer 2 Central 12 7( Track. The Seniors won the annual inter-class track meet held in East Park in April. “Yank Goodall scored 36 of the Seniors M) points, winning six firsts and two second places. The Freshmen, with “Kat Levvy, scored 25 points, finishing second. The Sophs, led by Mays, rang up 21 points, 15 of which are due to Mays’ work. The Juniors scored 5 points. No records were broken, as most of the men were green, but Coach Pritchard has some good material with which to build a great squad next spring. I..cvvyt a Paul Haync “rat,” promises to be a star track man with some polishing. The Sophs have a good man in Sloss, who should be a strong contender in the dashes. 'Phe hurdles is a new event for Central, and so far no star has been developed. The summary of events: 50-yard dash— Goodall. Senior, 5 1-5 seconds. Sloss, Soph. Levvy, Fresh, loo-yard dash— Goodall, Senior. II 1-5 seconds. Levvy, Fresh. Sloss, Soph. 100-yard hurdles— Goodall, Senior. I I seconds. Proctor, Fresh. . I cCarty, Soph. 220-yard dash— Goodall, Senior. 22 2-5 seconds. Levvy, Fresh. McCarty, Soph. 110-yard run— Proctor, Fresh, (� ( .l seconds. Dean. Junior. Holmes. 880-yard run— Mayo, Soph, 2 minutes, 5 3 I seconds. Hutton, Fresh. Holmes. Mile run— Mays, Soph, 5 minutes, 20 2-5 seconds. Hutton, Fresh. High jump— Goodall, Senior, 5 feet, I inches. McCarty, Soph, and Montgomery, tied. Pole vault— Mays, Soph, 7.!) feet. Goodall. Senior. Coffin. Junior. Shot put— Goodall. Senior, 12 feet. Boyd, Senior. Hahn, Senior. Broad jump— Dean, Junior. 17.97 feet. Goodall, Senior. Coffin, Junior. -V B.—The 220-yard dash was short, due to a mistake in the start. The shot was S pounds. 72 Honor Roll of C. H. S. Athletes. Letter Men in School. Paul Anderson, football, 15. William Baker, football, 'l l, 13. Henry Baker, football, 'l l, 13; basketball, 15. Ed Baker, baseball. 15. Harry Bcrkowitz, baseball, 15. Douglas Boyd, football, 13. Stockton Bruner, baseball. 15. John Craig, football, 11. 15. Bill Coughlan, football, 15. Hymen Dorskey, football, II. 15; basketball, 14. Jack Lassiter, baseball. 15. David Maril, baseball. 15. Kvlc McPhail, football. 13, 14, 15. John Montgomery, basketball, 'It . Marshall Hogan, football, 13; basketball. 12. 13. Yancey Goodall, football, 11, 15; basketball, 11; track, 15. Herbet Hahn, football, 15; basketball, 16. Flcmmon Hall, football, 15; basketball, 16; baseball, 14, 15. Dobins Harrell, football. 15; basketball. 16; baseball. 14, 15. Fritz Jones, football, 15; basket-ball. 16. Milner Kelley, football, 14, 15. John Roberts, basketball, 16. Robert Rox, football. 15. BOVS VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM 15-16. Isham: What is hard cider made of? Swede: Hard apples. GET THIS ONE. J. Griffin: We play Bibb County High to-day. Miss Prendergast: That must be quite a young team. RIDDLE WHOSE PROPOSAL? First 'rime. He: Won't you be mine? She: No. He: 1 see your point of view. After Thinking a Moment. He: O! won’t you marry me? She: When? He: Right promptly, right promptly. Now----let us co-operate and eliminate the unpleasantness. After taking chemistry one is capable Of most anything. They can hold any job from l.itnhurgcr cheese inspector t � snipe hunter. Iv. . ilder: Do you still walk in your sleep? Rusty Hogan: No. I take car fare to bed with me. She: Shall we elope in an auto? He: Not with gasoline at the present price. 75 TRUE. Senor Sea tori: Pig is the sign of stupidity. Wilkcrst � n: Horrors. Stockham (in Physic class): Pm just dying to kilometer. NOT EXACTLY. B. B.: W hen did they neutralize the citizen? Coach will please find the purpose of all holidays and not announce that Good I'ridav is set aside fur baseball. WORDS OK WISDOM I ROM PYG. My son. I’ve traveled ’round tin world. And many maids I’ve met; There are two kinds you should avoid. The blonde and the brunette. -Pyg. TOO LATE. Duster: Smack! Smack! (Jaw movement). Mr. C: Duster, have you got any gum? Duster (sadly): Surry. I just put the last piece in my mouth. VERY PECULIAR. Mr. Chase: Why is it I always catch you talking when 1 come in the room ? “Chanie Paine: Because you wear rubber heels. ENOUGH. gee (demonstrating the “Hoss laugh): Ha! Ha! Prof. Sea tori (tu Class): Isn't that the personification of ignorance? Agee (another “Hoss laugh, still louder): Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. S.: Basta! Basta! that’s nothing to laugh at. 76 No. I CENTRA!. HIGH SCHOOL. MAY 30. I'lt Yol. VSSOCIATE'D PRESS BULLETINS The Honorable Hub-ub Hahn has been classed with the great inventors of the age. He has invented a way to save time in working logs. I le will now have to invent something to take up the time saved. In Europe gas bombs kill people. Here in C. H. S. there are a number of gas hums who think they are entertaining people. The only way to keep your trousers prc� ed is not to wear them. —Cy Childers. GREAT SENSATION (Special Correspondent to The Ilurpoon) Professor Lawrence created quite a stir in the literary circles of High School this morning when he went clamoring through the halls loudly proclaiming that some one had embezzled his best mop. Down with the kleptomaniacs!! FOREIGN NEWS There's more front than ever before. For proof, see the cover; it's bigger. Mr. Troncale. the new ambassador to Italy, has just returned after a short visit. Owing to prevailing conditions in Mexico and Europe, we have no news from these places. It may come in after this writing. • Yes. something did come in: e:es Crow the German Lines The Emperor sneezed. The Prince had eggs for supper for the first time in months, owing to the scarcity of ducks. Her Royal Highness did not arise till today, for the cook is back. • So we thin ( .Y at Quite So foreign. Dog are still cents. We tried one the other day for the first time in months. 77 2_________THE HARPOON THE HARPOON I Barr«?«l from C. 11 S. Library na Fifth ClltiSM Mai tor BOARD OF EDITORS JOE Ml- BTRNETT Run 'em down JOHN CI'MI' DEARBORN HvihIn ’em off THE HARPOON—A JOURNAL OF JOKES THE FERRET MW k«M nly THE GIMI.KT Iwinnl dcvply —but— THE HAlU OON Mick the mickera WEATHER RETORT If tin nun out vp will. n doubt, havo norm- fair weather. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR Farmer Feel Williams Writes to The Harpoon Protesting .1 gainst Erlitemcy Mr. Eclitur: As I wuz coming down the street over ic tiler sitv this mawnin a purty little gal tips en tries to pin otic uv them consarn ha miss tags on to my Coat. So I ups and axes her wlmt hit witz, all this munkey bizness wtiz for. i knowed hit warirt Icckshuii day, case I haint seed no pictures in The Harpoon uv enybody whut wuz mimin'. I hit i jcs.toll her I wood vote eny way she seil. jes to git shed uv her. I hit she jes cackled saught er cute-like on sed she wanted a dime fer Krliteracy. I knowed i wuz not in no persition to argy with sity wimmin folks. Since I lied never herd uv whut thet wuz. I giv hit to her jes so as I could git clar from all them pec|JoI. So I writes to u today axin’ you to explain whut it wuz. My ole woman hain t giv me a minnit's pease since I told her whut becum uv thet other dime. yours Respectively, REEL WILLIAMS. SPORTS The improvement of the muscles in the eyelids by some C. II. S. pupils has been the rage for some time. Wc suggest that these people buy a Mirror and wink at the person they like best. The world famous tennis player and incidentally major-general of mathematics has laid claim t«� the championship of High School. A large mass meeting of “Stage Coaches” was held in secret conclave and decided unanimously to move out quick. His title is still unchallenged. Harpoon athletes at this time of the year arc making skillful use of the tight squeeze strangle hold” in a vain endeavor to make a pass. After the strenuous efforts of the past two week's wrestling with exams, over-worked students have decided to take the rest, cure” during the summer months. AN EXPERIENCE Yesterday was before Math test. So I took off mv coat and vest; I set me down to a table, lint to study I was unable. t last I fell asleep and dreamed, I made 10(1—so it seemed: I woke. Today I went to class. Blit alas! alas! I did not pass. My sleeping dream was a castlc-in-air That turned out next day a horrid nightmare. The Eleventh Commandment Don t make those unnecessary comments. 78 SOCIETY THE HARPOON — While recently attending a dinner dansant at Burton’s Cafe. Ben Anderson was foundered (polite and mild form) on percolated water (colored). The dinner consisted of beef a la corn and cn-bba-ge dc boiled. The decorations were gas lamps and bottles'of catsup on the shelves. )n account of the 12 o’clock law the dansant was postponed. One of the most brilliant social events of the season was well attended by the “smart” set of the Senior Class. The “Dummy Squad'’ “at home”—extended the glad hand until a late hour. Mr. Pogue and Mr. Wilker-m received gracefully at the door while Cy Childers entertained delightfully at a gas” lecture in the hack of the room. POINTS OF NATIONAL INTEREST Mr. Kellar got a shave. Bttrms has a Palm Beach—1! 1 � model. Braxton Bragg Hudson. Jr., put on then off. some white shoes. 'Pom Rogers has on long pants. “Shine Montgomery likewise has ;m extension. Herzog smiled. POETRY The Joke Department is quite wc.-fk As. no doubt, you have seen. So take the cup and drink it up Mid drive away the scene. This is the last “Harpoon.” my hoy. This year that you’ll receive. You should not laugh nor shout for joy But get a sponge and grieve. 3 the prkm attre DEATH OF A great POEM There was a young poet Of courage bold About whose work' little «s t“ld. poem, an epic, he wished to write Of beauty surpassing the “Wings of the Night.v ••1 11 write a short ditty quickly,” said he, “And then, thought he. “famous I’ll he. ••I’ll pm that Burns. Shelley and Keats In the shade with my rhyme, rhythm and I eats. “It'll he a poem for a prince or a king. Better by far than the bards used to sing I'll write a poem the world can't heat” And he strode to his desk to take a scat. lie scratched his pate and pulled his hair. But the rhyming words just were not there. I le squirmed on his stool and he stood on his head. But as for the poem, his brains were dead. “Poem or no |K� ctn.” I beard him say. “It’s midnight now. and me for the hayP •' � John Dear horn. RATS, NOTICE! I3or Salt—A complete supply of . K.'s. Absolutely necessary to a pupil’s progress, pply to R. R. Gillespy. 79 4 THE HARPOON l. )CALS We now understand why no more absence or tardy slips are sent from 231 Sixth period. H. William Tinker is keeping the roll. Stockham has played one game of tennis and lost 10 lbs. So. look out. old lunch room! Jerusalem Edwin Morris has completed a chemical pie in poetry. We wish they could restore them to tlie lunch room. The publishers are striving to complete Miss Ola Shumate’s master ’'Graduation Rook. In it are all sorts of exciting events from crochet games to kodaking parties. We anxiously await its arrival. WHAT’S HOW AND WHEN IN' SENIOR CLASS John Griffin—A good policeman with red hair. Cy Childers—An excellent Spanish athlete. Beulah Bains—Too busy with mirror to study. Pig” Wilkerson—Made i.'� cents at the bazaar. Apollo” Steinmehl—Runs Ford and has pompadour. ( la Shumate—Always in a hurry, but never gets anywhere. I lv Dor sky—Bums toothpicks and drinks chocolate milks. Puss” Dry man—Relongs to Hilliard Talks a lot but does not tire his brain of overwork. Bill Cunningham—Buys new suits with the Joke Ed.’s speed fine. Mr. Lawrence—Owns a controlling interest in High School stock. Beauty Hints From Cy To keep hands clean keep them securely buried in the pockets. For Sale—A good graduation ring after June 2—R. Brooks. Lost—My ambition. It is in a supplement of The I larpoon, but I cannot recover it—Krauss. Found—A place to hock school books. Great Bargain Wanted—To sell my chances at a diploma to any rat CHEAP—D. Herzog. Lost. Strayed or Stolen—One goat ; last seen, feeding on the underbrush in 229. Lost—Pies in the Lunch R x m. Finder will please put them back on the menu. All patriotic appetites clamor From the English Household The Prince of Wales studied his math today. (Note—He is a hero and should have the Victoria Cross.) The King got a shine (but it did not cost him anything). And now. friends, as we look back over the year's work and see what we have accomplished, are we able to say that we have done our best ? The I lar-! oon has struggled hard to be funny. In a parting word we wish to thank all those who have been so generous as to laugh. All who do not approve of the harpoon will be harpooned at sunrise. The S. O. S. has done a good work. Let the class of '17 continue the good work. 80 Senior Department Class (Officers rusoit Airb Jresibent fcmily garrison JJice-Prestbeitt ©liber ©tabes lu'corbmc Secretary 0£ labys lichens Corresponbtny Secretary tlcctrir (Griffin (Treasurer Hculah plains prophet bertha llugel - - - Sustorian iFolin (Griffin - Statistician ftiofforb Cobh - (Orator leitbleioit Hlafsoti - Poet Heiitia iflcNecl - tssayist Jltary Rugger - pianist llbitli iHerritt - Violinist liMuyn iHorris - IWalist Jihix Stelbmau - Cartoonist ill otto : Toit Confcctus seb 3nitus. Colors : |Jiitk aub lllhite. iRolucr : floret }Jea. Senior tutors lllinifreb Cwillagher 3litrH Clliott (Thomas Ixabcliffc JOHN BRYSON AIRD A combination and a form indeed. Where every Cod did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man.” Curry; Dramatic; Glee Cluh; Joint Debate 15; President Senior Class. Ambition : To be a lawyer and a politician. EMILY BON DURANT HARRISON Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman can be made. Pierian: Membership Committee ’14; Executive Committee '16; Treasurer ’14; President ‘15; Dramatic; Midsummer Night's Dream; Thanksgiving Play ’15: Athletic Association; President Council; Honorary Member of Astraca; Vice-President Senior Class. Ambition: To finish at Sophie Xeweombe. OLIVER RUSSELL GRAVES ’‘Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright AWr carried a heart stain away on a blade Curry; President ’15; Glee Club ’14; Mirror Board '14: Recording Secretary Senior Class. Ambition: To witness the defeat of woman stiff rage. GLADYS DOROTHY PICKENS Pick” Time, place and action may with pains be wrought•. But genius must be born and never can be bought. Aglaia; Secretary '16; Joint Debate T5; Mirror Board 15-16; Dramatic: Assistant Treasurer '16; Thanksgiving Play '14; Shakespearean Play [15; Spanish Club: President '16: Treasurer Council T6; Corresponding Secretary Senior Class. Ambition: To learn pick a thistle and plant a flower where a flower will grow. S3 ELECTRIC GRIFFIN Leek,...1‘hc Shocker .In abridgement of nil that was pleasant in man.' Milliard; Custodian ’14: Treasurer '14 '15: Vice President ’If : Secretary Dramatic Cluli 15 16; Mirror Board ’15: Class Basket Ball '12. 1.1, 14. '16; Three-Mile Road Race 1.1; Treasurer Senior Cla-' 16: Grammar School Play ‘16. Ambition: To learn Grammar. BEULAH BLANCHE BAINS Beans She had a pensive beauty, yet not sad: Rather, like minor cadences that glad The hearts of little birds amid spring boughs.” Eutcrpcnnj Vice-President 14; Dramatic; Vice-President '15; Thanksgiving Play ’14; Snow White 15; Shakespearean ’15; Pierian; Executive Com niittie 16; Senior Play 16; Oratorical '16; Editor in Chief r f Mirror L -’16; Prophet Senior Class. Ambition: To visit the Trojan Plains. BERTHA LORAIXE ENGEL Bert Sweet Bertha” To sum up all, be merry. I adtdse. And as : v arc merry, may see still be seise. Clip; Chairman Executive Committee '15; Vice President 15; Secretary '16: Joint Debate ’IS; Ora torical 15; Mirror Board ’15-’16; Athletic Nssocia tion: Vice-President '15; President 16; Basket Ball '14-’15-’I6; Thanksgiving Play ‘15; Shakespear.au I Ja ’16; Euterpoan: Secretary ’16; Operettas 'IS '16; President Council '16; Historian Senior Class. Ambition : To onai a hot don stand. JOHN MARTIN GRIFFIN Phcbc 'He that is merry of heart hath a continual feast. Curry: Joint Debate '16; A. A.; Treasurer 15; Glee: Secretary '15; Treasurer '16; Eutcrpean; Treasurer ’14; President ’15; Vice-President '16; Captain of Plymouth ’15.; Drum Major ‘16; Dramatic Club; Treasurer 15- 16; Thanksgiving Plays 15 16: As Vott Like It 15; Senior Play '16; Class Statistician ’16. Ambition: To go ice skating on the equator. 84 EDWAftI 1fOFFORD TODD Tofford “His words are bonds, his oaths arc oracles. His lore sincere, his thoughts ini maculate. Curry; President T5-'I6; Thanksgiving Plays ‘15 ’l(i: Senior Plays T5-T6: Grammar School Pla 'I5-T6; Shakespearean Plays 15 16; Pageant 16; Oratorical T6; Orator Senior Class '16 .1 mbition : To master spelling. LETITJA TYLER Me NEEL ’'Among the beautiful pictures that hang on memory's wall. t Is one of a wise and fair maiden that seemelh the best of all. Dramatic; Euterpenn; Membership Committee '14; Pierian; Vice-President '16; Joint Debate ’15; Operetta '14; Mirror Board ’IS '16; Essayist Senior Class. Ambition: To stay in the library two successive days. PENDLETON' EDWARD WATSON ‘Ten” “IThat heart but feels his sweetly moral lay That leads to truth through pleasure's flowery way. Curry: Bearding Secretary '15: Vice-President 'I5-’16: Mirror Board: Poet Senior Class. Ambition: To open the eyes of the world on truth. J MES KDWYN MORRIS Caruso” Through all his tuneful art how strong the human feeling rushes. Curry; Treasurer ‘15; Recording Secretary '16; Glee Club; Vice-President '15; President T6; Cap tain of Plyim.mli: Drum Major; Mirror Board. Vocalist Senior Class. Ambition To accomplish great things without labor. 85 EDITH MERRITT “ Kinky ' L'nhvistuig all the chords that tic the hidden soul of harmony. Dramatic: Snow-White: Euterpean; Librarian; Miles Standish; Drum Major; Orchestra; Aglaia; Violinist Senior Class. Ambition: To make Trite KreisUr jealous. MARY DUGGER 'Mary Jane” Tor she is wise, if I can judge her; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true.” Euterpean; Aglaia; Chairman Membership Committee '14; President '15 16; “Captain of Plymouth;” Drum Major;” Pianist Senior Class. Ambition: Just to help “folks.” MAX MKLDMAN Max” “To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write and draw comes by nature. Curry; Treasurer T5; Standing Committee 16: Mirror Cartoonist '15-'16; Cartoonist Senior Class. Ambition: To teach Math 8 in 230. MARY LOUISE ALLEN “Allen” A gem of purest ray serene.” Dramatic; Senior Play T6; Thanksgiving Play 14; Shakespearean Pageant ’10. Ambition: To discover her real ambition. 86 WAV NIC WARREN ATKINSON And as the greatest only are In his simplicity, sublime. Ambition: To be healthy, wealthy, and wise. ROSE U’CII.K BA DC, LEY Rose I doubt not of your wisdom.” Aglaia: Critic ’15; Executive Committee T6; As triiea; President ’16; Dramatic; Thanksgiving Plays •14 15. Ambition: To be head clerk at ll’oolworth's. HARRY BERKO WITZ Berk So much one man can do That does both act and know. Curry; Athletic Association. Ambition: To play with the Xete York Giants VIRGINIA BLAIR Blair Content that from employment springs A heart that in her labor sings. Dramatic Club; Membership Committee T5-T6 Ex-Pierian; Executive Committee T5-T6; Astract Vice-President ’16: Eutcrpcan; Mirror Board T5-T6 The Captain of Plymouth ’15; Drum Major T6 Thanksgiving Play T5; Shakespearean Pageant ‘It . Ambition: To own a Ford. 87 DOUGLAS BOV I). JR Bwf “Dong’ Ur teas wont to speak plain and to the purpose. Yancey; Vice-President '16; Dramatic Club; Glee Club; Joint Debate ‘15: Foot Ball ‘13; Mirror Board 16; Senior Play '16; Shakespearean Play ‘15. “The Drum Major” '16. Ambition: To be a flayman on a jitney but. (Really: To been me a Saw-bones.) FA NX IF IIOWZE BOWERS “Fancy' Pleasant to me are thy converse, thy way, tliy meekness of spirit. Pierian: Chairman Membership Committee 15; Secretary '16; Dramatic: Thanksgiving Play T5; Slukespcarean Pageant '16. Ambition: To be a chemist. SYLVIA JAFFF BRANDES “Skinny and “Flivver ” “Tor when her hands upon it Toil may know that there's f o in it and she'll make it no Commercial; President 16: Clio; Press Commit tee 'IS: Mirr. r Board 15-‘I6; Dramatic: Grammar School Play '16. Ambition: To succeed Charlie Chaplin ELIZABETH LOUISE DOTS AI “Lie Only a sweet and virtuous soul. Like seasoned timber never ai:es. «lai.t; Futcrpran Ambition To be an accomplished musician 88 MINNIE ETHEL UK VAN A true friend is ever a friend ' Aglaia. .Ini bit ion: To be a playuriyht. GERTRUDE HAZEL BERKONVITZ Gertie She excels all women in the manic of her locks. Clio; Dramatic. Ambition: To be of some use to the world. RUTH MAUD BROOK Rivers and Babbling Brooks She moves a goddess and she looks a yuccn. Athletic Association; Dramatic Club. Ambition: To yo to Cleveland RUFUS COBB CAMPBELL Boos hie Strait ye. unusual blood. II hen man’s worst sin is. he docs too much yunj Edtior-in-Chief Mirror 16. Ambition: To be a steamboat pilot 89 VERA CHAMB1.EE Peanut” 'Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene and silent waters heaven is seen ” Clio. .Imbition: To make her nun dates. JAMES SAXON CHILDERS Si With graceful steps he walks the street .hid smiles at all the maidens sweet, Yancey: Secretary '15; Senii r Play. Ambition: To read Itis own handwriting. EMILY HILLMAN CLAY She looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew Pierian; Dramatic. Ambition : To be a great musician, BENJAMIN JACOBS COPLAN “Ben Jay Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Hilliard; Custodian '15; Standing Committee ’16; Commercial; Executive Committee '15; Critic 16; Dramatic: Spanish Club; Class Basket Ball; “Prince and the Pauper '16; German Play 15. Ambition: To develop a line of hot air equal to that of Sy Childers and failing in this to be chief chemist of the United States Steal Corporation. 90 KLLEEX KEPKORD CROY Jaybird Blessed tire they who know Iww to shine on one's gloom with their cheer'’ Aglaia; Executive Committee 16. Ambition: To hide her dimples and learn to eat sardines. El IRMA LAMAR COOPER All yoodness credible Because of the great trust her yoodness bred. Clio; Eutcrpcan. .Ini bit ion: To excel in music. LUCY DISMUKES Mukie” True as the dial to the sun.” Aglaia; Dramatic. Ambition: To own a Ford. MARY INK . ELLIOT Nez And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad nr a Grace Of fairer form or lovelier face. ’ Dramatic; Thanksgiving Plpys 14 15; Hiake spearcan Pageant; Euterpe ” '1.V14; Aglaia; Executive Committee ‘15; Vice-President 16; Mirror Board ,15-,16. Ambition: To be fat, O. to be fat! 91 PATRICK JOSEPH DUFFIN’ Bud” Magrudcr” Preacher” Man is his own star and the soul that can hr Iion rst is thr only perfect man” .hnbilion : To heroine a good lazeyer. MABLE DYKE Dyke” merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. Athletic Association ’15-T6; Clio 'I5-'16. .hnbilion: To gel Mr. Chare's point of view” HELEN SANFORD EVANS Angd Child” peace above all earthly dignities. A still and quiet conscience” Ambition: To marry an efficient lawyer. HENRY LEOPOLD EH I. BERT “Shrimp” hitch a whirlpool in his head of fun and mischief. Yancey: Recording Secretary ’15 T ; Oratorical; Dramatic; Shakespearean Play '14 15; Pageant; . . Track Team; Captain Senior Basket Ball ‘15 1 � ; Mirror Board 16. Ambition : To be a heavy weight champion. LOTTIE ADAMS EVAN'S She is pretty to walk with, . hut witty to talk with. And pleasant, ton. to think on Pierian: Membership Committee; Dramatic; Council; Vice President: President MS. Ambition: To teach in a country school. CHARLES MAKER ELLARD Translation The 'world is a comedy to those who think. Hilliard: Press Committee MS; Critic; Treasurer M6; C nuncrcial Club. Ambition: To be a hot air mere bant. EVVKX WEBB CRUNK Petit Garcon How noble in reason: how infinite in faculties. Curry. Ambition: To take a intention. JOHN GORMAN DEARBORN .lawn chatter, chatter, as I 110. Yancey; Treasurer MS: Corresponding Secretary M6; Dramatic Club: Shakespearean Pla MS: Thanksgiving Play M4; Senior Play M Ambition : To be captain of the dummy si[uad.‘ 93 CHARLES HORACE DODD Chuck “Patrick Stout muse It’S MUi a sinewy heart; a hardy frame, a hardier spirit. Hilliard; Mirror Hoard '15 16; Winner in Letter Com..C$1 15; A A.; Class Basket Ball 15 16. .■hubition: To pass just one Math. lest. CHARLES SENN DOSTER “Tubby O that this too too solid flesh would melt. A. V: Foot Hall Reserve '15. .hit bit inn: To yet a sheepskin. WILLIAM PERCY DRYMAN Poicy “IVhat a spendthrift is he of his tongue Dramatic: Hilliard; Custodian '14; Corresponding Secretary M5-’I6. .hubition: To write Ph. D. after his name. SARAH FELDSTEIN Shorty” Small in stature with a mind supreme that know-eth not the meaning of the xvord impossible. Clio; Dramatic; Commercial Club; Chairman Press Committee '15; Treasurer '15 '16; Vice-President ’16: Mirror Hoard '15-’16; Shakespearean Pageant 16. .-hubition: To be able always to wear her hair down. 94 MARY NELL FINDLAY “Painie-Loppic ' (Penelope) I opened the doors of my heart, and behold! There ww music toil It in. and a Sony. die ; Euterpean; Orchestra; Dramatic; Senior Play '16. Ambition: To hate the right to think. J I’Ll FT EMILY FOSTER She has a gladness and a smile. And eloquence of beauty. Dramatic; Athletic Association; Pierian; Chairman Membership Committee ‘14; Vice President '15; President ’16; Second on Joint Debate ’16. Ambition: To know the truth as Miss Thornton interprets it. WINIFRED AGNES GALLAGHER Thou living ray of intellectual fire Clio; Mirror '15-’16. Ambition; To be useful. MARGARET HENRIETTA FRICKHOFFER Chunky” Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, S’o winter in thy year. Pierian; Euterpean; Secretary ’14; Senior Play ‘15: Thanksgiving Play. Ambition: To become almost invisibly thin. 95 MARTHA CORDfeLlA GARRETT Deli .Vnvr idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Aglaia; Euterpean. Ambition: To learn to translate ne quit. !• ( M.KKNCK GOLDBERG Giggles” She teas all gentleness, all natty. Clio; Add Committee '15-'I6; Commercial; Membership Committee T6; Dramatic. Ambition: To control my laughter. MINN YE MAE GIXGOLD Minx” Black were her eyes as the berry that grows mi the thorn by the wayside: Black, yet hole softly they gleamed neath the broxen shade of her tresses. Commercial Club: Secretary '16. Ambition : To be a movie queen. ROBERT ROSE GILLESPY Rose” Bob Bare compound of oddity, frolic and fun, II ho relished a joke, and rejoiced in a pun. Yancey: Glee Club: President '15; Secretary '16; Euterpean: Vice President '15. Ambition: To be a great M. P. specialist. 96 MARGARET GIDEON “Monty Atony the cool sequestered -.rale of life, she kept the noiseless tenor of her way. r � Aglaia; Executive Committee '16; A-trnea; Dramatic Club; Mirror Board ’16. el mbitivn: To draw hex epics like Pat” Middle-ton. YANCEY HUGULEY GOODAEL “Yank “Peggy ' There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Glee Club T4; Basket Ball 15; Foot Ball 14 : Cap tain Varsity Foot Ball '15; Track Captain 15. Ambition: To sell two I'injil translations by Hart Osborn. A EVA I ONE GRAHAM “Frankie” Of manners gentle. of affections mild; in wit a woman, in simplicity a child. Ambition; To be a school-marm. JOSEPH GEEDERS “Joe He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. Honors—Editor-in-Chief of Mirror T5. Ambition: To be a scientific engineer. 97 ELSIE VIOLA GARY ••Slim” “So sweet a temper that the very stars shine soft upon her. Clio; Executive Committee 16: Dramatic. .Imbition To be a (treat swimmer. LAURA BEATRICE HAMLET •‘Tuggic- v7 noble mind enshrined in virtue Commercial; Euterpcan. .Imbition: To succeed in the commercial world. EVA CHRISTINE HENRY T.E.A.C.H “Siamese Twin” '.-Is fresh as the fairest flowers in May. Clio; Membership Committee '14 .Imbition: To marry a Frenchman ETHEL MARIE HILL • Ree” Pill Taste the joy That springs from labor Clio: Dramatic: Commercial. .Imbition: To make others happy. 9S ROBERT ARNOLD HAMRICK ‘•Bob” 'Mten of fete ’words are the best men “ Yancey. . mbit ion: To hr wise. HELEN HARRINGTON -Hon” li'as this (hr face that launched i thousand ships .hid burned the lopless lowers of Ilium? Astraea; Membership Committee. Ambition To play a piano. VIRGINIA LOUISE HOLCOMBE “Vt'clKx “Virgin Thou merry laughing sprite. Agtaia; Membership Committee ’16; Euterpe?n; Dramatic: Thanksgiving Play '14. AmbitUn: To exclude the word nonsense from the dictionary. FLORENCE HILL ller air. her manner, all who saw admired. Clio. Ambition: To make others happy. MARSHALL DAVIS HOGAN “Rusty Of unquestioned mettle, hot and full!' Athletic Association; Secretary '14; Cheer Leader 15; Basket Ball; Captain Freshman Team ’11-'12; Varsity ’!2-'13 'l4; Captain ’14-’15; Foot Ball M3- 14; Manager Base Ball '1S-T6. Ambition: To be a great surgeon. MARIAN EDITH HOLMES “Gladys “Asking nothing, revealing naught, Hut writing her words from a fund of thought:' Clio; Chairman Executive Committee '16; Second on Joint Debate '16; Commercial Club; Mirror Board 15-’16. d mbit ion: To flunk fust once to see how it feels. OLA MAE HECKINGER “My Ola So unaffected, so composed (j mind; So strong, yet so refined Commercial. Ambition: To be loved by every one. LILY SUSAN INGRAM Those about her From her shall read the perfect woys of honour Ambition : To be a north pole discoverer. 100 LAURA GRACE JONES General Jones A soul of power, a well of lofty Thought, A chastened Hope that ever points to heaven. Clio; Dramatic; Shakespearean Pageant. Ambition; To lead an army against the Mexicans. MYRTLE M AE JONES Snook unis” She is herself of best things the collection. Agtaia. Ambition: To be one of Americas most renowned musicians. NAOMI KROMAN The gods approve The depths, and not the tumult of the soul. Clio; Commercial; Chairman Membership Committee ’15-'16; Athletic Association. Ambition : To get a High School diploma. MAUDE AVALEEN JACOB Red Whence is thy learning Hath thy toil o’er books consumed the midnight oil Clio; Executive Committee ’IS; Joint Debate '16; Commercial; Mirror Board '15-’16. Ambition: To be a full-fledged lawyer. Whoopee! 101 DAVID CICERO JOHNSON' “Jack '7 c is a man of honor, of noble and generous nature Hilliard. A mint ion: To achieve greatness. JOHN JONES Johannas Tit virtue makes the bliss, where’er we dwell. Ambitun: To be an actor in my uncle's great shows. Johnny J. Jones' Great Shows. VIRGINIA MAE KELSO “Gina That caressing and exquisite grace—never bold, liver present—which just a few women possess. glaia. Ambition To try to equal my sister's abilities. BLANCHE CORNELIA KEMP Baby glory „f „ firm. rapacious mind.” A Uia. , :h,ti n: To talk more. 102 WN.l.IA M TINSLEY KEN NON •Bill IVhate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twos natural to please. ' Spanish Club; Vice-President 14 15; Yancey: Glee Club. Ambition: To glean old Pixie of some of its filthy lucre. FLORENCE I MELDA KLYCK Eoncy “The joy of youth her eyes displayed. And ease of heart her every look conveyed. Ambition: To succeed in all my undertakings. LEILA LACKEY Little Girl “The warmth of genial courtesy: the calm of self-reliance. Clio. Ambition: To live with all might while I do live. BERTIE JACKSON M A K KM SON “Bobo “She is as gentle As zephyrs blmcing below the violet. Commercial. Ambition: To visit the battle-fields of Europe 103 MARY ELIZABETH KRAUSS “Bill Kraussic Happy art thou, as if every day Thou hadst picked up a horseshoe. Athletic Association; Captain of Senior Basket Ball Team; Pierian; Thanksgiving Plays 14-'15; Shakespearean Pageant '16. Ambition: Avoir une pensee scrieusc. (To have one serious thought). ESSIE JEWEL KRONEN BERG Heave ’ Such jay it is to hear her sing Clio; Commercial; Press Committee ‘16. Ambition ; To succeed Geraldine Farrar. MARGARET MULLINS LYKES “Likes” Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty shore. The other as your bounty doth appear.” Aglaia: Secretary '15; Chairman Membership Com mittcc ’16: Athletic Association; Dramatic Club; Thanksgiving Plays ‘14-’15; Grammar School Play '16; Shakespearean Pageant '16. Ambition: To grow tall. EUNICE BELL LECKIE “Modest merit hath a double claim to acceptance. Clio. Ambition: To hove curly hair. 104 MVRTI.E ERNESTINE LYON Mtirnie” Modest and simple and street, the xery type of Priscilla. Clio; Dramatic: Eutcrpean. Ambition: To dye her hair and eyes black. JOE WHEELER MALONE “Zo All his faults are such that one loves hint still the better for them. Ambition : To be a farmer. MAEBELLE MATTHEWS Of Hless'd with temper whose unclodded ray Can make tomorrow cheerful as today. Dramatic; Clio. Ambition: To teach trig. JIMMIE ETHEL MONTGOMERY “James” “So demure and sweetly kind. ’Tie hard a better one to find. ciio. Ambition : To be head of the History Department in some high school. 106 VERNA ALLKIN McCROREY “Wccncy “Haling the graces of speech and skill in the turning of phrases Pierian: Dramatic; Mirror Heard ‘15. Ambition: To grate fatter. ROSE MENDELSOHN “Rosebud She hitched her xeagon to a star At-Iaia: Press Committee 15; Dramatic; Thanks K,vmg Play la; Athletic Association. Ambition : To learn Hottentot. HINTON ZINSZKR MILLER “Tirtue is bold, and goodness never fearful Curry. Ambition: To study criminology NANNIE PEACE II e live in deeds, not years’, in thoughts, not breaths. Dramatic; Clio. Ambition : To live a high life—in an airship. 106 ARTHUR BRYAN POGUE Titty say best men ore moulded out of faults, .. And for the most, become much more the belter Tor bei� I) a little hod Hilliard. Ambition: To become great in spite of myself. MAMIE EMILY ROANE •'Dimples” Hole secret and gracious, even in common speech. Aglaia. Ambition: To be a movie aetrrss. KATHERINE LOUISE UNTHICUM Katie The face that cannot smile is never good Astraca: Dramatic. Ambition: To learn to run an automobile HELEN MAE UNTHICUM •Tot” Tirtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, is the best gift of Heaven. Astraca; Critic ’16; Dramatic. Ambition: To grow tall. 107 PATRICIA MIDDLETON •Tat Trclia To those who know thee not, no words eon paint; Ami those who know thee, kmnv all words ore faint. Aglaia; Kutcrpean; Athletic Association; Shake sperean Pageant. Ambition : To be in a land where there's no such pltrase os I don't know. ■ GORDON HULSEY MOD NS If he had any faults he has left us in doubt. Curry; Commercial; President ’15; Treasurer T6. Ambition : To be a favorite with the girls. ANNIE MOORE Pris Grace leas in all her steps, heaven in Iter eye. In every gesture dignity and love. Pierian; Treasurer '16; Athletic Association; Secretary Auditorium Committee 'IS; Senior Basket Ball '16; Mirror Board ’16. Ambition: To know when to think. RUTH MORRIS el countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet. Ambition: To be an optimist. 108 marvin Me. mccuixough 'He had two faults, or may he three, Vet what remeadT An honest, cheerful man want we Hilliard; President 15; Standing Committee; Treasurer; Vice-President '15; A. A Ambition: Ain't got none ELL1F. NALLEY Sid “Too Wise to err—too good to he unkind. Aglaia; Commercial. Ambition: To follow the Golden Rule. ELANORA ELIZABETH ODOM Tomboy ' Strongly built and athletic. Athletic Association; Captain Basket Ball ’12-’13; Champion Junior Team ‘14 15; Senior Class Team ’15-’16: Aglaia; Euterpean. Ambition: To be a gymnastics teacher. OSCAR ALBIN NELSON “Swede” A self-made man: and worships his creator Hilliard. Ambition: To sleep 25 hours and 60 minutes per day. 109 WILLIAM Me WANK A careless song, with a little nonsense in it notv anil then, does not misbecome a monarch.” Hilliard. .dm bit ion: To be captain of a Kb at. THOMAS DREW RADCUFFE Tom” The purest treasure mortal times afford is spotless reputation. Yancey; Corresponding Secretary 'IS; President T(i. Athletic Association: President Standing Committee of Literary Societies '16; Vice-President Ami. Committee 16; Mirror Board TS-'lf� . el mbit ion: To see i'irgil in Hades. NAI.HO ALLEN ROBERTS Si Allen” Such worthy dignity.” Dramatic; Pierian. Ambition: To teach physical culture. WILLIAM PHILEMON ROSSITER Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument. Hut greatly to find quarrel in a straw I Then honour's at the stake.” Yancey: Vice-President '15; Corresponding Secretary ’15; Mirror Board ’15. Ambition: To be a senator. 110 OLA SHUMATE •'Little Knochic” A flattering painter who made it her core To draw mm as they ought to he, not as they are.” Dramatic: Aglaia: Commercial. Ambition: To take commercial art and hair a Studio in St. Louis. MARY BYRNE SIMPSON “Rum A mind at peace with all below. .1 heart whose love is innocent. Pierian: Dramatic. Ambilitn: To speak Trench. Spanish and Italian fluently. ALMA SMITH “Speck” The best way to have friends is to be one. glaia: Astraca; Dramatic; Commercial Ambition: To be an icecream manufacturer. Yum! Yum! STANLEY SMITH SIMPSON “Simp His years hut young, but his experience old ” Ambition: Xot to he a Simp. Ill HESTER MOORE SMITH “Red” He u. is a scholar. and a ri( c and good one. Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading. Hilliard; Corresponding Secretary '14; Treasurer 'IS. Ambition: To get some demerits. JESSIE ANNA STEAD “Stead With a jest and a laugh. Astraca; Secretary '16; Eutcrpcan; Athletic As s ociation. Ambition: To be skinny. SIDNEY WILLIAM SMYER “Smile Sidney He bears himself a portly gentleman. Hilliard; Chairman Press Committee Ambition: To be the height of something. DOUGLASS WILLIAM STOCKHAM Stump lie thought as a sage tlio' he felt as a man. Hilliard; Dramatic; Thanksgiving Play T4 Shakespercan T5-M6; Shakcspcrean Pageant Business Manager Mirror '16 Ambition : To get in Her good graces. 112 ROBERT STEA.DHAM Boli” llr who is firm in -will molds the world to himself.” Curry. Ambition : To own t cut down Card. ROBERT BUCHANAN STRICKI.ANN “Bob” He hits o cheerful temper and a nolde mind.'' Curry. Ambition : To he ti judge. HOLLO STEIN'MEHL “Stein His dread of hooks and love of fun. Euternenn; dec Club; Athletic Association; Has kot Ball. Junior Team '15; Senior 16: Circulation Manager Mirror 16. Ambition: lo heat Mr. Councilman at tennis. EUNICE EVELYN STEPHENSON “Polly” Impulsive, earnest, prompt to net. And make her generous thought «t fact. Clio; Euterpenn. Ambition: To teach in a country school. 113 LOIS WATUNC.T0N .I stem ini child in everything Suit thoughtful brine, and ripening charms. Clio: Membership Committee 15; Mirror Board I mbit ion: To be some sinner. IDA PEARL TOMLINSON Ddicia” “Nothing she dots or stems Hut smacks of something greater than herself Aglaia; Euterpean; Dramatic. Ambition: To teach music in I:unite Stephen son s country school. LAVETTE COX TEA (ME “Tccts” “Lyceum” The reason firm, the temperate will. Endurance, foresight, thought and skill. Ambition: To eat free crackers in fil e minutes ROSALIE WEAVER Sweet as the deity, milk-white thorn. Pear as the raptured thrill of joy” Clio; Dramatic. Ambition: To make llarrison Either tremble for his laurels. 114 JOHN WILLIAM TOWNSEND He is complete ill feature mid in mind With nil good grace to grace a gentleman.'' Hilliard; Vice-President 15; Joint Debate 16: President Council 15; Athletic Association: Mirror Board 15. . I nihil ton : To learn to sit still. RAYMOND ELVEN THOMPSON “Judy” youth is eminently the fittest season for establishing habits of industry. Curry: Corresponding Secretary 16 , Athletic V-sociation. . I mbit ion: To live up to his nickname. LORETTA CLAUDINK ULEN •‘Sprat “Lola” And it is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. Clio: Treasurer ‘13; Critic 15: Eotcrpean. Ambition To go to Europe. ELIZABETH RUTH WALKER “Ritscy I know a maiden fair to see. Dramatic; Thanksgiving Play 14; Stum Whitt 15. Ambition : To win one. 115 HENRY BACKUS WILLIAMS -Horse” 7 love to hear thine earnest voice. Yancey: Vico President Council 15-’I6. . I nihil ion: To see Tick study. MARY MANDA WOODRUFF •Jim Matt Slim” Siamese Twin . one hut herself can be her parallel. Pierian; Dramatic. . I mbit ion; 7 o be a cartoonist. RICHARD KRANKLIX WII.KF.RSON Pig “Tenstory Jesters do often prove prophets. Yancey. .tmhition: To see all literary jacks freed MARIE PEARL WALD S'n beauty’s like the beauty of the mind ' Clio: Commercial: Orchestra. .1 mbit ion: To become a Master of .lrts—t'x,cn if it's only the art of eating. 116 JAMES WILLIAM WILLIAMSON “Jimmy” . I morn!, sensible and well bred man. Curry. A mbit inn: To raise Unglish P's (Perfects). ESTHER MAE HALL “Her loobs do argue her replete with modesty. VIRGINIA LEE STONE “Ginia” •O she is fair, and fairer than that word of :wondrous virtues .-I mbit ion: To be an old maid ETHEL BESSIE STRANGE Shorty Stranger” “Her looks have something excellent that wants a name. Clio; Membership Committee; Dramatic; Athletic siM ciation: Basket Ball '14. '15. Ambition: To teach Chemistry. 117 4 MARY ELIZABETH TATI-“Little Tate She is lovable; she has the divine •lift of making friends. Clio. Ambition: To take advantage of my golden op- portunities. MADELYN THOMAS “Madge” '. I woman mixed of such fine elements. That were all virtue and religion dead. She'd make them newly, being what she is. Spanish Club. I mbit ion To live happily ever after. MARY VIRGINIA TUCKER “Bittic Heart on her lips and soul within her eyes. Soft as her clime and sunny as her skies. Mirror Board; Spanish Club Treasurer '16 Ambition: To be an artist. DAISY MYRTLE UPCHURCH “Grandma” No harper for new glory. No mendicant for praise Aglaia. Ambition : To build a home for old maid teach- ers. 118 DINAH W KIN ST KIN Old Maid . victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers’’ Commercial; Membership Committee ‘15: Corresponding Secretary ‘16; Clio. Ambition: To accomplish all that is good in a woman. ALFRED TI1URBER WEST Therby In manhood sealing well the vow And promise of thy youth. Dramatic Club; Prime and the Pauper; Shake sperean Pageant. Ambition: To follow a furrow free. NANNIE ETHEL WOOD Chinee ' Thy soul was as a star, and dwell apart.’’ Ambition: To teach school. GERALDINE WORRALL Gcd “The daintiest last to make the end more sweet. Ambition: To be a suffragette. 119 QL o fet $ err X (Sr Yf ARi ''VE BEEMIN W S - 120 We Are One In Spirit Classmates, our four years in High School draw to a close today. We have reached the goal toward which we have striven and for which we have denied ourselves pleasures. With a common interest and single purpose we have worked and endured. Often while chafing under discipline, we deplored the rigidity of the school schedule and wondered if the daily grind was worth while. Many times we were tempted not to persevere, but more often we wished to work on. and so today we sit upon this platform with a feeling of thankfulness that we persisted, and of justifiable pride that we are the “survival of the fittest. While we have had. to a large degree, the same kind of training and have had the same standards kept constantly before us, yet each member of the class has been, at least, confidential with himself in planning his future. The field of higher education lies before those who would be doctors, lawyers or teachers. Literature lures the few, who can “follow the gleam,” but the combative and aggressive spirit of business will enlist many in its competitive ranks. Thus a great diversity of talent and interest will in the future work toward different objective points. But today we rejoice, not only in the unity of class fellowship, hut in the strength of our united effort. We arc many in number, but one in spirit. The architect conceives an idea for a building and then transfers it to paper. The builder uses this paper as a guide and follows exactly the plan drawn. As a result, we have a beautiful and well-built house, the actual realization of the architect's idea. So with us. we have a noble ideal, the embodiment of which gives character. As president, I take the liberty of expressing for the class our appreciation of our teachers and our kindly remembrance of the full enrollment of 1913. It is my earnest hope that in the diverse ways of life we shall always have for each other our present cordial feeling and sympathetic under standing. May we always be loyal to ourselves and to our lma Mater; may we be one in spirit, embodying our highest ideals. 121 BRYSON AIRD, President, ’HJ. Class History of 1916 Father Time peered down upon me; He, who had known all times, ancient, mediaeval and modern, stroked his long white heard and wondered aloud if some features of our I Did class were not ultra-modern. He opened wide his eyes and with deliberation asked, “What’s thy number?” After I had told him 1 .VJ he continued, Not that number alone counts, but even dry statistics are a part of History.’’ For a minute Father Time controlled a woman; his spell was as hypnotic as the Ancient Mariner’s as he talked on. History is not simply a record of events. It portrays more to” -About this time my womanly nature asserted itself and out of the many books studied at High School. 1 remembered Carlyle, so 1 said very learnedly, 1 suppose History is like Biography, it records what influence we as a class have fell at C. H. S. and what effect we have exerted on our associates.” Father Time nodded approvingly, while 1 stood wondering over his first sign of approval. His cheek seemed suddenly to lose its wanness and his eyes glowed. In a philosophical way he said, “Let thyself and me begin at the bottom of things. A sound mind in a sound body has often been an incentive and stimulus. Hast thou and thy class taken any part in athletic activities?” Yes, we have exercised in the halls, walking there in and out of season. Some ot our boys would be successful on the track, lor they have nude record runs from the auditorium. (Jur games have ranged from Kollo Stciiu-mehl’s steady golf to unsteady skating. e shall certainly be prepared lor the buffets of Fortune, for standing on a wheel she cannot give us a more giddy, uncertain fate than we have given ourselves on roller skates. A number of us have become as fleet as Mercury.” Father Time seemed interested and 1 talked on, disregarding coherence. Well, the History of our class has been one of growth in domestic economy. Why if you had attended any of the luncheons given lately by Mary Dugger, Eileen Croy, or Alma Smith, you would have known that some day we shall hear of their home management and housekeeping arts. Already, our management has borne fruit. W e planned to leave C. H. S. better equipped and to this end our class gave the farce comedy, ”W hat happened to Jones. Jones with his universal name and abounding optimism stands as a type of our class, whose pride is its resourcefulness—its ability to get out of difficulties.” The venerable old man seemed to ponder over this a minute, and then inquired, “Dost thy class have a tendency to he serious-minded or to indulge in laughter?” I am afraid 1 almost giggled. I was about ready to apologize when I 122 remembered that man is the only animal that laughs. So I didn’t apologize— I just called the roll. Henry Klilbert—Perpetual motion; therefore he gets beyond the proper limit. Emily Harrison—I'lays with the heavy in a sportive spirit. John Dearborn- His merriment is in his eye and the arch lines of his face. Mary Kell Findlay Very fat. and therefore very jolly. Will Kention So sly in mischief that his left hand knows not the cunning of his right. Leonide Smith—Her ways are outlandish!) Swedish. Mary Krauss Always in a pickle. “Father Time,” I continued almost gleefully, we have a ‘sure-enough real, live, funny cartoonist, too Max Heldman. Some of his drawings are very instructive, as well as humorous, and they have been published in our daily papers. You know a cartoon is often more forceful than a lyric or a polished sentence. People dread ridicule, and as for caricatures, they are as restraining as 209!” A very versatile class.” Father Time said with emphasis. You ought to do something for your native State. Alabama stands next to the bottom on the ladder of education. But that is not going t � last long. We have just had a campaign here to raise funds for removing illiteracy. Commerce, you know, depends entirely upon interchange, buying and selling. W e followed the rule of trade. Our girls sold buttons, and the boys bought. We are going to reduce illiteracy. Our impulse is also scientific. So within our body we have pupils ■ f scientific ability. Arthur Pogue, assisted by Richard Wilkerson. has constructed a wireless on the roof of C. H. S. building, which has received messages from Galveston and Arlington. W e hope the wireless operators will be prudent, so that international complications from unfriendly war communication will not arise.” My companion smiled upon me. and said sagely, I am glad the utilitarian arts reside among thee and thine.” “The fine arts have their home among us also. 1 said, inwardly quaking at my ambitious answer. But having caught the classic spirit of Father Time, 1 continued loftily: Poetry, the gift of the gods, sweet music so ravishing as to make one mad—Father, these are ours. If thou wouldst stay with us through our class exercises. F.dwyn Morris would convince thee with the melody of his song, and Pendleton W atson would bear thee on his imaginative pinion, and thou shouldst be alike insensible to the flight of time attentive onh to the burst of melody and the swell of song. But we are responsive to appeal other than poetry. W e are practical. Our conversation (we talk much) has made us ready; our power of speech has been our unfailing source of resourcefulness, while a clever bluff has often proved a poor substitute for a lesson—(who ever expected a substitute 123 to equal the original)? it we dared not think, in the emergency, we had to bluff. The charm of our excuses lay not in their fitness, but their daring originality. VVc had fifty-seven varieties of excuses for tardiness, all of which failed. Hofford Todd, Gladys Pickens, Beulah Bains and Lctitia Me.Neel could invent excuses for all offenses. They could reach any conclusion desired, regardless of premise. Father Time’s questions were so searching that some of the students fell into natural groups. “Who have thee of individual note?” 'e have a galaxy of stars. Inez ICIliot, a scintillating star; Tom Rad cliffc, a constant Polar star; Margaret Gideon and Winifred Gallagher, fixed stars, never swerving from the orbit of duty ! I grew chatty, for I now had become perfectly accustomed to the severity of the wise old man. So, still thinking of stars, I said. “This class has made a contribution to astronomical lore. We have discovered a new star, the Astraea, which looms up with a steady, persistent glow on our club horizon. Our class has had the privilege of partly pioneering the organization of this new High School Club. Two of our Seniors. Rose Badglev and Virginia Blair, are the capable presi dent and vice-president, respectively. In the journalistic field The Mirror further reflects our talents. Why, Annie Moore progressed so far along this line that she could tell the teachers (under cover of The Mirror) what to do and what avoid. Douglass Stock-ham and Rufus Campbell were never so bold, but they accomplished much. “Our power of organization has manifested itself elsewhere. The Senior History classes have studied Supreme Court procedure and successfully conducted constitutional conventions, guided by the regulations existing at the time of their assembling. We detected the weaknesses of the Articles of Confederation, and the need for a strong constitution. So there grew up within us the desire for law-making. I ventured timidly, afraid that Father I iine would question the law-making power of a class young in years— with girls in the majority. 1 scrutinized his face most closely. Verily, he was the man in the suffrage mask, for I could not tell whether he was pro or anti. He ignored such fine distinctions, however, and exclaimed, Thee must tell me all about it! “We have many members who have served in the legislative halls of C. H. S. as members of the Council. Constitutions are rare, and history will not repeat itself, so we met the need of the hour; we framed a constitution for the student body here. Inefficient as it is, and unworthy as it may prove, may each succeeding class with the same loyalty as outs strive, in the words of Lincoln, 'With malice toward none, but charity for all; with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, strive on to finish the work we pursue M BERTHA LORA INF. ENGEL. 124 Statistics Fellow Students:— You should fed honored t � have the facts of this notorious Senior Class placed before you. especially ns they are placed by one who knows. But let me say something here, before I speak. When I received this large office. I was confused as to the duties attached to same. I immediately had interviews with doctors, lawyers, janitors and housemaids, but their information was dismissed, some as absurd and some as perfect nonsense. Then later through the vast intelligence of some of the members of this class, along with thirty-two dictionaries, fourteen encyclopedias and a “singing book. I came to the conclusion that the statistician was just F. O. B. Our bunch is classed, according to grammar, in two ways—as to form and as to use. They are. in form and out of form, useful and useless. Our class is larger than former classes in both number and size. One reason that we are so much larger than former classes, is that some have probably received their diplomas mainly through their persistence in going to scho d for tlie past five or six years. If I were to write the facts concerning ea;h person of this class 1 should have to read histories telling of the early part of the sixteenth century. T have only a short space and will therefore teil only of the facts concerning those entering about four years ago. After due deliberation and much concentration, with the assistance of sinet X. cosine Z. the total weight of the class was found to be 26,Sf l pounds fin-eluding Mary Xcll Findlay and Charles Dostcr). This may seem a large amount, but take in consideration that we have eaten High School lunches for four years and, too, that we have heavy studies bearing on our minds, and you can readily see why the weight is so large. Though some in our class are very large we keep well up in the latest styles. Wc arc known in Taris. London, Pratt City and other large cities as being up-to-date. Never before has there been such a combination of cerise waists as was displayed by the girls of our class. They did not stop with cerise but within three days' time there were waists that if placed together would rival the rainbow. Bertha F.ngcl’s was so “loud” that Edwyn Morris says it deafened him in one ear when he sal next to her in study class. The boys could not be outdone, and on the following day. by order from S. O. S. headquarters, many boys wore standing collars, adorned with a beautiful tic in the shape of a shoe lace. Wc have also broken former records in height. Tt is found that if we placed one member on another’s shoulder, the top one could view the Suez Canal on Mars. Rut if Wilkerson was omitted it would be possible only to touch the lower portions of the moon. 12R If this stack were toppled over the top member would fall in the middle of the Dead Sea on his second fall around the world. If all were made into one man, he could sit astride the earth at the North Pole and rest his feet on the equator. Thus he need not have cold feet while at the North Pole. But if we were as high as our ambition, each member would be almost as high as the Jefferson County Bank building. The next thing of importance connected with each member is age. But the statistician had a time trying to find out which girl it was that was over sixteen. It’s a shame that some girl could not go through life without having her age side-tracked, and that she couldn't enjoy each year of her life so much that it would he impossible to forget any of the years that have gone by. I glanced down the column of figures that went something like this: Ifi, IS, 17. 22. 21—No. they are not football signals. They are the list of ages. F.xcuse the last few numbers, hut it is true, we will have a candidate fo Board of Revenue next election. The total of our ages is 2.500 years. Now suppose that one member had lived this entire time, he would know more about the Roman history. Caesar. Cicero. Shakespeare and Charles Chaplin than is known of the subjects by the whole class. Now each of us has spent at least four years in High School. Rut, brace up. pals, this time is not entirely wasted, for we have been encouraged by a $5-a-day proposition. Dearborn still insists that experience is costly, for he has calculated that it will take him four years after he leaves school to pay in full for the experience he has received in High School. Take these few rules front me as to how to keep from growing old. even though the years roll by, especially if you are a “rat 1. Never worry over any of the advice laid down by the teachers. 2. Never study at night, for you will probably not he able to read it in the daytime. 3. Never hurry to your classes at the ringing of the hell, the teacher will wait for you. 4. T.oaf the halls all that is possible, and never listen to anyone trying to tell you to move on. for it may not he a teacher; it is probably just a marshal. To find out the approximate amount of gray-matter in our class, we tried a new experiment. “Skinny F.hlbcrt. the unknown hypnotist, was called upon and he immediately hypnotized the entire class. Then Dryman, the mystical magician, called forth all the wheels from the heads of the students. Along with “Math-Shark Watson I figured that there were enough wheels to make 200 Fords and one Packard, having one bent steering-wheel left over. This wheel was found to have Come from Ben T. Coplan’s head. No wonder he never could be guided straight. With a saw. tape measure, chisel, compass. hammer and tongs we found that if all the heads were made into one large head this head would occupy a thirty-foot cubical room. This may not seem large, hut fill the same room with other wood, cut into blocks and you can receive a price for them that will he sufficient to buy four dozen eggs at their present price, one Irish potato, two pounds of sugar and fourteen 126 tooth picks. Also it was found by taking the gray-matter to the chemistry laboratory and placing it on one side of the scales and a gallon of 26-ccnl gasoline on the other, the scales balance exactly. The one way that we do not surpass the former graduating classes is that we still have Joneses in our family. Yes, we went out West and among the Clay and Stone we found an Ingram Brook, shaded by the Bowers of a Strange tree. The Millers had their Holmes on the Brown banks of this Roam(ing) stream, while the black-Smitli, a Freeman, made his dwelling on Gingold Hill. Also a Weaver and Wood (chopper) had their Peacc( piece) of Cunning-ham in a Hall that was Wald in from Garrett to the Walk(er) with walls of Graham crackers and l’ickens(pickings) of Stead-ham. Williamson (William's son) and Thomason (Thomas' son) camped on the Strickland near this stream in a small Hamlet known as Montgomery. Each morning Thomas would Ycl(son) the Camp-hell to call the Child(crs) to breakfast. Then after a day’s work they would stand on the Rad-Cliffc and when Aird would return a Dry-man. Further down the stream there was a Dyke kept up by Henry, who was Johnson (John’s son). When asked what Henry liked he said, I Dykes Moore Kramles (brands) of Gold(berg) than Bryan docs of grape juice. I also gives Merritt (merit) to the hatchet cause it makes the Wood-ruff (rough). In conclusion with this wonderful class of '1(1 1 would like to say something « f the literature possessed by the members. There may be found classics, fiction, poetry, dramas, essays or jokes, and there is probably enough of these to form a medium-sized library, in which reading matter, both instructive and entertaining, might be found. Especially might the “Girl Graduate” books be included in this library, for there arc almost as many of these as there are girls. In one of these graduating hooks one could find anything from a paper napkin to the C. H. S. football team. Also sayings of favorite teachers and wise pupils may be found by turning a few more leaves in one of these books. Other books that could honorably occupy a position in this library arc the Mysterious” note-books with their leaves turned down. ( girl comes along and asks you to write something in her book and o place the date on the outside, when it is to be read. This you do, but the girl is so anxious to see what you have written that she soon opens the leaf ju V a little to get a glance of the contents. You can’t blame her. It’s your own fault. You ought not to have set the date so far ahead.) Other books that could be placed in this library arc such books as Virgils, with a few words written in the margin and between the lines; also Math, books with the answers written by the side of cadi problem. To decorate this library we could hang some of the fans that the girls get for graduation presents; also some of the red tics that the boys will get. girl doesn't feel as though she has graduated unless she gets eighteen or twenty fans, neither does a boy unless he can sport seven or eight bright red tics. And now a few words to you. our faithful friends, that we are leaving behind. Although we cannot leave our great height, our enormous weight our masterful intellect and the high opinion that the teachers have formed 127 of us. we generously leave you a few things. To the Honorable Mr. Glazier we hereby bequeath the histrionic ability of Mr. Todd. To the remainder of the pupils we leave free use of Mr. Douglass Stockham's inexhaustible supply of green ink. to be used by anyone desiring to write themes or prose sentences in school. We also leave the good will of the teachers to anyone who thinks lie's down and out. For the present Juniors, who will be the Seniors in the near future, we have established and do hereby place at their disposal a truly philanthropic fund of demerits amassed by our class at a great cost, said fund to be drawn upon bv any deserving member of the class. These are left in the care of the Faculty and are to be issued by same to any deserving pupil. In conclusion 1 would like to get serious. We want co-operation! The City Commission has figured that if we stick together wc cannot get in jail, for as Verna McCrorey and Rooster McCullough have said, there is not enough striped goods to make the suits. nd. too. it would cost too much to paint the stripes on us. for it would take 00 gallons of paint at $l.r 0 a gallon, and besides this they would have to feed us three beans a day. and at this rate the city would he absolutely bankrupt in less than a week. So. classmates, let us co-operate. JOHN GRIFFIN. Class Statistician. ’10. 128 On the Stage of Life All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, I ardently exclaimed as I stood with my diploma still in my hand. Yes, answered l.etitia. “and what part will you and I take in this life drama? I, for one, said Winifred, “will he content to be the chink in the wall. “Me for the lion,” broke in John Griffin. “I will roar and roar. “I would like to be moonshine. contributed Inez Elliott. “My part would be the role of a gallant lover who kills himself for love, said Hofford Todd, and just then my great ambition overwhelmed me, and I cried out joyously: And I— But at that moment the call boy came, and no one ever knew the part I desired to play. Your cue.” announced the small boy. “Miss McXccl, Miss Gallagher!” I turn and see with amazement the huge stage of life. The curtain is raised. Who is that beautiful girl sipping tea in the sun parlor? Oh. yes— the heroine. The maid enters and hands the card tray to the girl. “Bring them here,” she says, sweetly. (Enter Miss McNcel and Miss Gallagher.) Oh. Winifred. exclaims the heroine, some one just sent me this new book on South America by Pendleton Watson. He is in South America now helping the country with his pen.” l.etitia excitedly opens a newspaper she has brought. “This is what we came over to show you. How is this for a C. H. S. graduate? Mr. William Kossiter, the well-known politician, has been chosen as one of the Senators from Alabama. Just think! John Townsend is already in the Senate! And won't they have lively arguments? (Maid enters)- Your dress from Mademoiselle Middleton’s shop! The heroine hurriedly opens the box and holds up the dress. “Exquisite! the girls exclaim. “Yes, answers the heroine. “I bought the material from Coplan Steinmehl, and it was made at Patricia’s famous establishment. You know she has entirely supplanted Lady DutT Gordon. Winifred and l.etitia prepare to go. Don't go. begs the heroine, stay for lunch. But the girls have another engagement, and must leave. “Don't forget my dinner dance tomorrow night. she calls after them. “I am giving it in honor of Juliet Foster, « ur bride-elect, and I have invited many of our classmates. The heroine picks up her new book, but is interrupted by the telephone. Hello! Who? Oh. yes; Tom RadclifTc of all people! So at last you have 129 returned from your trip around the world. You lucky capitalist! What? You found Katherine and Helen Linthicum converting heathens in Korea? Oh. and you stopped at the Philippines and saw dmiral Will Kennon of the T. S. N.? And to think that Hester Smith has entire charge of the government of the Philippines!” Click! goes the telephone. Oh. we arc cut off! cries the heroine in dismay. Hello! hello! but there is no response. She goes to the window and looks out. “How monotonous my life is.” she muses. “Now. if 1 were just a missionary or a naval officer!” An idea strikes her. and she rapidly procures pen and ink and writes a note. (Enter the hero and accepted suitor.)—“Dear. he begins, just met Commissioner Douglas Boyd, and he said that six of our classmates have started a new feminist movement. Not content with the triumph of woman suffrage, they now advocate entire government control by women. Virginia Stone is at the head of it. and Nannie Peace. Mamie Roane, Elite Nalley. Jessie Stead and Ethel Strange are touring the country making stump speeches for their cause.” The hero pauses, observing that the girl's eyes are wistful and her thoughts far away. She rises and slowly and deliberately takes olT her engagement ring and hands it to the bewildered suitor. 1 am tired,” she said; tired of teas, dinners, dances, yes. and—of you. I am going away for a while—tomorrow night is the end. The hero starts to speak, but is silenced by the heroine’s gesture. (Curtain.) I turned around to see the audience, but discovered none. But look! The curtain is rising again. Ah. the guests are seated at the dinner table. Just look! Nearly all are 1916 graduates. To old Central High! she cries, “the eternal glory of the Crimson and the White, and the future happiness of Juliet Foster!” The guests stand and drink the toast. Now, said the hostess, “you must each tell me what you have accomplished with the aid of a diploma.” Mary Woodruff speaks: These modest people would never speak � f their own success, so 1 suppose it is up to their neighbors. Annie Moore here is head of the largest free kindergarten in the South.” She has no right to talk. broke in Annie Moore. She is cartoonist for the New York World! Mary V. Tucker looked at Verna McCrorcy, who promptly blushed. “Now Verna is going to conduct a giggling —but her gaze travelled to the third finger of her left hand. No, I will take that back; her fate is already sealed.” The heroine spoke to Mary Virginia: “I hear that our millionaire. Robert Gillespy, has given $100,000 for carrying on your social settlement work. Is that so? Yes. came the answer; “and, oh, you have no idea how much Elizabeth Tate and Eunice Lcckie help me!” Ninety-pound Margaret Frickhoefifer: Of course. Lottie is still going to balls—a regular social butterfly.” Joseph Gelders. the great forestry expert, speaks: “You aren’t the only 130 belle, Lottie; I see where Rose Mendelsohn has announced her engagement. I knew she had a string of admirers a mile long.” James Childers: Here’s a bit of news that is rich. Our old classmate, Jimmie Montgomery, has started a new-fangled Latin school. Patrick Duf-fin, Ola Shumate. Cordelia Garrett and Elizabeth Botsai arc some of her teachers. They teach Latin by Henry Ehlhert’s improved method. It is called the Ehlbert System. (The air rings with laughter.) Gladys: Well. I don’t think that outrivals Winifreds triumph. She has been chosen president of the new National Literary Club modeled att:-r Addison's famous Coffee House. Among the other noted members are John Jones, Alma Smith, Ellen Croy and Blanche Kemp. Hofford Todd arises: To Bertha Engel, Ph.D.—to her wonderful scientific discovery that startled the world! The heroine pushes back her chair, and they rise to go. I have a surprise for you, announces the heroine. By special request the Central Symphony Orchestra came from New York today to give us a concert.” She then flings open the drawing-room doors, and—wonder of wonders!—there is an orchestra composed of High School graduates. Little Edith Merritt is director, and among the others are Myrtle Lyon, Ida Tomlinson and Myrtle Jones. A hush falls on the group. The orchestra begins with an overture of a new American opera composed by Lola Ulen. A loud burst of applause follows the end of the piece. There is a moment of expectation, and then the curtain parts and Mr. Edwyn Morris. Metropolitan opera star, steps out on the platform. How rich, how wonderful his voice has become! After the musicale. the guests dance in the large hall room. Finally, the last guest departs and the heroine drops wearily into a chair. She picks up the evening paper and reads the comic section. She smiles over Pretty Poicy’s Perils. by Max Hcldman. the world’s greatest cartoonist. The heroine turns out the light and starts upstairs. Just then a window H stealthily raised, a flashlight appears, and a burglar steps through the window. 'Phe heroine starts to scream. Hush. says the burglar; be perfectly quiet! The heroine gasps with amazement. How familiar .the voice sounds! She pushes the electric button, and the room is flooded with light. The burglar cries out angrily, but the girl only stares. John Griffin—you here! Her voice trails off. John removes his mask and gives his famous guffaw. You. of all people! he ejaculates. Do you think I make a good Keystone burglar? Of course we got the wrong house! We rented one in this block, and the girl was supposed to he there. I thought you were she. and so- -but wait; let me get the other members.” Richard Wilkcrson, Albin Nelson. Ewen Crunk. Arthur Pogue and Grace Jones walk in. You see our eminent cast.” continues John, and now let me present our director. Mr. John Dearborn! 'Phe heroine joyfully greets her old friends, and invites them to stay a while. What has become of Lctitia Me Neel: asked one. Haven’t you heard? replied the heroine. Her new hook is just completed, and the publisher predicts it will he the most widely read novel in America. The noted 131 artist, Mary Dugger, is illustrating it. And Margaret FrickhoefFcrquestioned John Roberts. “Oh. you would never know Margaret. She climbed Pike’s Peak once a day for a year, and now weighs only ninety pounds. She is going out West spoil to start a duck farm. I have some news. spoke Albin Nelson. I found Maebelle Matthews the head of the New York Playground Association, and Laura Hamlet. Virginia Holcombe and Dinah Weinstein were among her assistants. John Dearborn: Too bad to break up our reminiscences, but business is business, you know, and we must take that picture tonight.” The heroine bids them all good-night. She laughs: My first burglar— a Keystone actor! (Curtain.) I search around for a program, but in vain. Why, the curtain is rising again. What short intermissions! The scene is laid in Washington. D. C. The heroine, with her suitcase in her hand, is standing at the depot. An elderly lady meets her. Oh. auntie, so you received my note? Yes, dear. answers the sweet-faced lady. Such a pleasure to have you: but come, we have an engagement for lunch.” Oh, how big the stage of life is. 1 thought, and how quickly the scenery shifts! The heroine and her aunt enter a dainty Japanese tea-room. This, my dear, was designed by Christine Henry. Just then their host appears. The president of our largest bank. announces her aunt. Yancey Good-all! exclaims the girl. This is a pleasant surprise. Tell me the C. H. S. news, begs Yancey when they arc seated at a table. Well, Naldo Roberts and Bertie Makemson are now in Egypt browsing around among the pyramids. says the heroine. Madelyn Thomas and Myrtle rpchurch are running an agricultural school for girls. Gladys Pickens, our foreign correspondent, has just returned from London. She dined with the royal family while there. I think you know about the rest.” she finishes. Aren’t the flowers in here beautiful? suddenly exclaims the girl. Yes,” answers her host. “They came from Thurber West’s famous wild-flower greenery. But come: maybe I can show you some interesting sights! Yancey and the heroine walk around Dupont Circle. Yancey indicates a beautiful brown-stone mansion. “Emily Clay, now the wife of a cabinet officer, lives there. On the next block is the finest hospital here. Conic and see it. Tsn’t it beautiful? It was designed by no other than Oliver Graves, our noted architect. They enter and arc led to the manager. Marv Nell Findlay. 'flic Heroine: Mary Nell! What a wonderful place! Just wait until you see it. She rings for the head nurse, and in walks Mary Mien, dainty and sweet in her spotless uniform. They enter the children’s ward together, and here they find Rose Badgley, Virginia Blair. Mabel Dyke and Helen Evans. Who is that famous surgeon in the next room preparing for an important operation? Oh. yes—Marshall Hogan, and his assistant is David Johnston. The silent-footed nurse is Geraldine Worrall. 132 The heroine moves on into the next room, but only one familiar lace s here—Elsie Gary. Yancey ami the girl leave the hospital and drive home in his new “Doster.” When questioned about the car, he explains that it has just been perfected by Bob Steadham, who named it after Charles Doster for financial reasons. Robert explains how it is even more popular than the Ford, and will entirely supplant it in time. The heroine at her aunt's home sits down to rest. There is a knock on the door, and the maid announces Miss Walker. “Just heard you were here, and stopped by to chat awhile.” “Tell me about your dancing school reviving the Grecian Art.” begs the heroine. ‘Mary Byrne Simpson and Rosalie Weaver are my head instructors, and we have quite a large class. But have you heard that Sarah Fcldstein has been chosen private secretary to the Speaker of the House? Ethel Hill is personally conducting a trip to Europe for the purpose of seeing the famous battlefields of the European war. Nannie Wood, Florence Klvce and Esther May Hall are in her party. Robert Strickland is captain of the ship they sail in. Hinton Miller, the noted criminologist, is als) going to sail over to study the condition of the criminals in Europe.” “Elizabeth,” the heroine begins, “did you know that Maude Jacob won that important case yesterday? She now stands unparalleled—the greatest woman lawyer in the U. S. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you—a bunch A High School boys are planning an expedition to Africa. Robert Hamrick is at the head, and Gordon Mohns. Lavette Teague, William Cunningham and Raymond Freeman are in the party. They are going lion hunting, and they really had the courage to ask T. R. to accompany them. However, he declined.” Elizabeth: “I must go now, for 1 have to be at home by o'clock.” The heroine goes with her to the door. “What is that beautiful building across the street without doors or windows?” she asks. “That is a fresh-air establishment.” replies Elizabeth. “Inez Elliott is running it. and she guarantees that fresh air will give you a beautiful complexion like hers. Margaret Dykes, her assistant, teaches the necessity � f living oiT of starlight and ethereal things if one would be beautiful.” The heroine, after bidding her guest good-bye, goes to the table to see the mail. She quickly tears open an envelope. “Here is an announcement that among the noted speakers obtained for the Lyceum are Miss Marion Holmes and Mr. William Me Wane. Miss Holmes will speak on ‘Woman in Politics,’ and Mr. Mc ane will lecture on ‘South America.’ ” The girl opens another letter. “A letter from Emily Harrison, now the president of the Federation of Woman’s Clubs. What is this? She says that James Childers is doing wonders with his National School for Boys. She is not surprised to hear that Dick Herzog has succeeded Tv Cobb. She adds that Rufus Campbell is now the editor of an enterprising Western paper, with Marvin McCullough athletic and joke editor. “However. I hear that Marvin is soon 133 going to desert the literary world to join John Dearborn's Keystone Co. Lois Wntlington is the much admired society editress. Minnie Gingold is now playing with the I.ubin Co.” “W hat a lot of news!” laughs the heroine, as she picks up the paper. She turns to the society column. “Countess Christina will leave London tomorrow to visit relatives in America.” Countess Christina! Oh. yes; Fanny Bowers—lucky girl! a real countess. Another bit of news: Mr. Charles EUard. the hot-air merchant, is now in New York visiting Bishop Electric Griffin. Mr. Ellard is accompanied by Prof. Harry Berkowitz. professor of anatomy at Yale.” The maid brings in a parcels post package. The heroine finds the contents to be several packages of seed from Charles Dodd’s scientific tarm. In a note he says that Wayne Atkinson is his most valuable assistant. He also states that he received complimentary tickets to see HolTord Todd make his debut as Borneo in Julia Marlowe’s company. Stanley Simpson, he adds, is president of the International Debating Society, and can now talk to his heart’s content. Sidney Sniycr is perfecting an apctalous rose, and Ruth Brook is scouring the country in her big car in search of adventure. Annie Brown and Gertrude Berkowitz, Khrma Cooper and Lucy Dismukes have founded a Pure Food Bureau in Birmingham. Once more the Magic City scores. The heroine folds the letter and starts upstairs. There is a whispered conversation in the library, and Eunice Stephenson, Pearl Wald, Florence Goldberg and Naomi Kroman bur t in. They are dressed in khaki skirts and high boots. 'Phis is our last stop. they announce. We walked from Birmingham here, but are going back on the train. W e have met lots of our friends on the way. said Naomi. We found Vera Chamblee teaching domestic science in the Chattanooga High School. In a dear little bungalow in the Blue Grass State we found lone Graham, perfectly contented to quote her husband on all subjects. Lily Ingram passed us going South. She has been to the North Pole, and says she stuck a Central High flag there as her landmark. Essie Kronenberg is doing concert work in Richmond. Va. Leila Lackey and Ruth Morris are in Joe Halone’s yachting party around Cape Good H � pe. Douglass Stockham heads the largest wholesale produce company in Atlanta. Harry Williams, a stockholder, is head clerk. James Williamson is still fighting f r world-wide prohibition, and Raymond Thomasm is gradually stamping out illiteracy in the I’nitcd States. The Walkers rise to go. 1 hear. said the heroine, that Sylvia Braudes has been appointed a member of the Supreme Court and that Eleanor Odom now has charge of the Y. W . C A. in Memphis. (Curtain.) 1 sat still, thinking, hoping that the play was not yet ended. See, the curtain is rising again. The hero and heroine are passing the White House. They notice a distinguished-looking man in silk hat standing on the White House steps. He comes toward them. Ah, it is our old 1916 president, Bryson Aird, now am- 134 bassador to France. Tile hero and heroine, after talking to him a few minutes, pass on. The sun is just setting; the white marble buildings are bathed in a golden glow; the world is calm, peaceful: the hero and heroine stand watching the Potomac wind like a ribbon around Washington monument. The sun sinks lower—it is twilight; a soft, gray veil covers the earth. There is a hush, and all is silent, waiting for the approach of Oucen Night and her train of stars. The curtain slowly falls. Wait !’ I cried, jumping up. “One more scene—my part,” I begged, but the theatre was dark and empty, and I stumbled out alone into the night. BEULAH BAINS, Class Prophet, '! . 135 Beyond the Alps The Alps! how wonderful they are; what a combination of beauty ami terror! As we gaze at their snowy heights, outlined against the dark blue of the sky, what noble thoughts come to us! Their solemn grandeur calls to us, tills us with awe and aspiration. Their rocky fastnesses fling down the challenge of life, Climb, climb, climb!” At first we are overpowered bv their magnificence. Then comes the desire to scale these wonderful heights, to conquer their treacherous beauty. Hut let not the slothful person attempt this climb, for to him success will never come. It is only the person of courage and determination, the person who is sure of foot and keen of eye. the person who, though suffering, climbs steadily upward, who will ever attain his desire. The climb is so full of dangers. lurking in places of seeming beauty, and so full of passes, winding and tortuous, that it is only through perseverance that the summit is ever reached. Many have tried and tailed. Some, though failing, have continued so steadfast in their purpose that they have at length reached the lower peaks and have gained a glimpse of the vision—a vision so full of beauty that their souls have been uplifted. Often, of course, to the best of the climbers come discouragement, disappointments, days when the heights are obscured by clouds, when the climb seems never-ending- -and then comes Faith. It comes as an unseen spirit, full of exhilaration, and urges our souls upward, onward. That is the beautiful part about the climbing, for in the mountains one comes closer to God. And after the clmb there stretch before us the beautiful, gently sloping plains of Italy—such fields of rest and ease, such gardens of peace and quiet. As they smile at us we feel their sweet serenity -there steals about us the realization of their perfect calm we rejoice over their divine promises. We bend our gaze straight ahead to the wide, smooth plains of Italy, smiling and beckoning. W e can see the beautiful gardens, a mass of color, and can feel in imagination the soothing calm of a rest under their green trees. And there are the wide fields laden with grain, where the harvesters are reaping an abundant harvest. There arc wide expanses, seemingly desolate. but we picture in our minds tiny plants pushing their way up through the soft earth. From this height the directions of the paths winding here an.I there are clear. And even the plains in the farthest reaches meet the sky. As we stand on the mountain top, thrilled by the glorious sight, there su 1-denly comes to us a feeling indescribable, exhilarating—the thought that all of this is ours. GETITIA McNEELr. Class Essayist, '16. 136 The Two Roads There’s a road o’er the dales of early life Where fresh are the leaves of truth; Cnscarred by time, unknown to strife, For this is the road of youth. It leads through the woodland’s waiting st � re And youth secs naught but the sides. But ahead is the work where youth’s no mote And the springtime trail divides. One leads to the hills, to the valleys, streams. Where many a wonder’s wrought. Where never the moonlight sheds Soft beams. Where many a battle’s fought. Far over the river's maddening crest When the wind and the storm shall cease. Lies a land where the traveler stops to rest At last, and to find sweet peace. The other road leads down o’er the lea Between two walls of rose. Where sings the murmuring wash of the sea Where travelers find repose. But the end? Ah, no? it promises naught. No peace, no moonlit lands: And the traveler falls in the road he sought. To perish among the sands. From the road of youth to the parting forks With the promise of hope � n the mission � � f life. Twas Duty met him ere the strife Would take him unawares. “Go my way, traveler, o’er the hills; The way is hard and the path leads far; But in the end where you see yon star No land with that compares.” Then came Desire: Come, go my way. See, there is the path of ease; No toil you find, just things that please And pleasure all the way.” The voice then answ’ring said: But tell. What promise you beyond, at the end?” “Oh, nothing there. To Duty then: “Thou’rt best; I’ll go thy way. 137 This is the Spring! What heart could utter All that lies deep in the soul, Of the echoes that ring in the halls of nature, Of tlie breath of the flowers that wafts in the verdure Of the sea's low-lisping roll! Youth is awake with the flight of the swallow; Romping the valleys, the dales, the hills; Breathing the air of life and glory; Making on sands of time a story; Laughing in music like dances of rills; Fresh with the leaves just newly opened; Happy with life—its joy, its pain; Feeling the softness of grass in the glade Where lie the weary to rest in the shade; Listening to evening's soft refrain. Then after the twilight creep the shadows, Steal through the trees the moon’s soft beams. Hope like a star unquenched hangs o’er us. Birds of the night sing love's soft chorus. Deep through shadows flit sweet dreams. The Spring of life with all its fire. Its joy, its hopes, its dreams, its love, In every heart « f us is here. Bright joy of songs enthralls the ear And floods the heart with melody. There’s hope though ofttimes dimmed by care. I here s vim and youth and rhapsody. There's beauty that life’s waysides wear. Xow. choose! oh. youth, thy road of life. For here the springtime trail divides. Oh. follow o’er the ways of strife, 1 hough fool with all his strength derides. Far o'er the valleys and the hills Waits rest and peace for those who seek. Oh Duty! raise thy voice that thrills And utter all I cannot speak. 1 his the end.' h no, nor freedom; W e have but an opening found. ’’Non confect us sed initus” And the winds take up the sound. PEXDLF.TON WATSOX. Class Poet. '10. 138 Not the End But the Beginning Fellow Classmates:— W e stand today between the past and the future. Although the one is irrevocable and the other unknown to us. we hold the former by history, the latter through anticipation and hope. As we hear the aged of today rehearse the scenes of their youth, so shall we. at some later day, revive the memories of our school days. Then little incidents, which seem now hardly worth the telling, will linger long and fondly in the memory. It is easy for a man studying the records of the past to believe that the best has already been accomplished—the art of the past, the literature of the past, the heroism of the past are his ideals. This is often the attitude of the student. He forgets that past attainments are most significant when they lead to present achievements. From our Freshman year we have looked upon this day as the culmination of our ambitions, the end of all our aspirations, the realization of all our ideals. Now as Seniors, we call this day not the end. but the beginning. Many a graduate has felt that he has accomplished the greater part f his education, but later has admitted that he has conquered hut one small force of his enemy his studies. Considering them as such, can we say as Perry did, We have met the enemy and they are ours' Have we mastered Latin, Mathematics and English; have we conquered them for use in the carrying out of our ideals? Are they ours for life? If we can not answer such questions in the affirmative, then we can not report victory. W’e are merely in the midst of the fight, while the victory lies in the future. Those of us who can sav that we have conquered, have won a battle in the war of life. In the war of the Revolution, our forefathers fought for their independence, they accepted blow after blow and underwent great hardships that we might enjoy freedom and independence. Chief among them was one whom we all remember. 'Phis man. John Paul Jones, captain of the American ship, the Bon Homme Richard, knew not the meaning of defeat. He was engaged in battle with the British ship. Serapis. A fatal shot struck the Bon Hanimc Richard, and she began to sink. The end seemed almost inevitable. The two ships drifted side by side. Almost sure of victory, the British captain asked Jones to surrender. He gave no reply, but ordered his men to board the Serapis. They did. In the midst of the fight Jones replied: Does this look like surrender? No. We have just begun to fight. So they fought to victory. Every hardship proved an inspiration. So 13Q through difficulties have we come to graduation, when we have just begun to light for the fulfillment of life's noblest ambitions. Our minds, which for so long have been centered on school aims, are now beginning to react on a broader and more complex life. Let us make this day the day on which we put away childish things; let us now act .is mature men and women. It is characteristic of a child to regard a certain occasion as the end; for instance, he marks the year by Christmas, the school year by vacation. W e remember how we looked forward to the day when we were going to the circus. We thought of nothing else, except that day. But after the circus we dared not think. Its passing marked the end of our joyful anticipations. As graduates we have grown beyond that stage; we have changed our conceptions of the end. We think of the intervening steps and now realize that great events mark not ends but beginnings. Friends and Classmates, I have tried to make you realize the true meaning of our class motto and to understand how we should interpret it. Always remember that there never is an end. each failure being only another beginning. Since you have been thinking over this subject 1 can read in each mind that you have determined n a definite aim in life. Be master of your soul and captain « f your fate. As you steer this ship of yours, remember the dying words of Captain Lawrence: “Don’t give up the ship. He was speaking to you and to me, as well as to his men. and it is our privilege to report victory. HOFFORD TODD, Class Orator. ’16. 140 IH are well Merry have wc met. Merry have we been. Merry may wc part And merry meet again. Our historian has told us of the day four years ago when wc met. As we recall that time when fear was mingled with pride as we proclaimed ourselves members of the High School, we repeat, “Mem have we met. Many things may happen in four years. Clubs, class exercises, even studies themselves as they arise in a gay panorama of pleasure and work remind us, that in spite of our disappointments, in the light of our triumphs. Merry have we been. Wc have become accustomed to meeting on the stairs, to giving a gay little salute, for soon we would meet again in the class room. But now wc arc about to part—to meet no more in that carefree way. It is sad. Yet there is an inexplicable peace in our hearts. There is something accomplished. something done; we have earned our night’s repose. Of the three hundred who began the race with us only about half the number have reached the goal. To-night wc will receive our diplomas. School is over. This is the end for which wc have been working. The end? No, not the end. the beginning; not the severing of friendship, but the trcng1hening of the bonds, the learning of its truer meaning; not the end of studies, the beginning ot knowing how to study: not the end of school, the entrance to a school where lessois arc not taught from hooks, hut are written in the hearts of men. All of ns mean to succeed in that school. Some may whisper. “Trust to luck. But the philosopher answers. Nay. my son. not luck. What you call luck is simply pluck. And doing things over and over. Courage and will. Perseverance and skill Are the four leaves of luck’s clover. As you enter the temple of the little god Success he careful before you how to the idols there. One may he made of gold, huge diamonds form the eyes, a pigcon-hlood ruby is the mouth. Wealth! How many voung men have offered freedom, friends, honor and life itself to it. Did it smile on them? Sometimes the young man’s fancy thinks it does, hut even then the smile is short-lived. 141 It may be made of bronze. It may wear the laurel wreath. It may hold the scepter. But beware. Strike against it. Hear the hollow sound. It is only empty Fame. On down the line passing Popularity and Beauty and whatever good there may be. you will find a small one. Its brow is not so smooth, the eyes are filled with tears; the mouth, though, it wears a smile, is almost sad. Tired of the frauds of others you may fall before it. It may stretch out its hands ___large, useful hands, to lift you. Suddenly it is alive, suddenly it is made beautiful. It is no longer an idol, but the Spirit of Love. 'Phis is the true god of Success—Service. l r after all “honor dies, fame perishes, but the road to a loving heart lasts forever.” As corresponding secretary it will be my honor to record your success, to send the news of your triumphs around the chain of friendship of which you are each a link. Would it not be well if you would keep me so well supplied with the gossip of our classmates that in time of reunions we would at once feel as much at home together as we did in classes? To-night we will be men and women, ready to begin a world’s work. Let’s not forget the Crimson and White. So with these happy memories of the past in our hearts, joy and youth in the present and hope for the future. ‘‘Merry may we part.” Soon another year will have passed; then “Merry may we meet again.” I’ntil then, classmates, carry the words of Charles Kingsley in your heart: My child. I have no lark to leave you, To pipe the skies when dull and gray: But ere we part this song I give you For every day— Be good, sweet child, and let who will be clever. Do noble things, not dream them all day long. And so make life, death, that vast forever. One grand, sweet song.” GLADYS PICKENS. ’16. Corresponding Secretary. ’16. 142 Rensselaer Polytechnic £ft323 Institute f ouiwt in Clall Kn«inerrii ir C. 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