College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1912 volume:

The Cincinnati College Preparatory School for Girls THE. I9I2 ANNUAL Published by the Collegiate Department of the School, Cincinnati, June 1, I912 DEDICATION To the Alumnae Oh, ye who in this book may see Some likeness true or imagery Reflected from thy former days; Like mingled shapes of joy and woe In fondest memories come and go - Pause in lifds dusty, whirling maze To seize the treasured moment then, And in thy memory see again The girls who lived in former days, Facing the world with eager gaze Laughing in careless mirth, forsooth Flushed with the glowing bloom of youth. For some brief time thy cares forsake And in thy inmost heart partake 0f lifds first outlook when the dew Of youth refiects a rosy hue. MARY HERBERT, 1913. E31 FACULTY MISS MARY HARLAN DOHERTY, B. A. Principal, Greek, Latin. MISS ETHEL WATT, B. A. MISS SARA J EAN HOWELL, B. A. Science, Geometry. English Literature, Rhetoric. MLLE. LEA LANZ, B. A. French. MISS LOUISE HUNT, MISS EDNA PEARL COTTERAL, English. Geography. MISS ELLA BAKER, MISS LOUISE GEIER, Primary Department. Chorus Singing. I41 FACULTY MISS ANNA LANGENBECK, German. MISS MARTHA EDWARDS, MLLE. ESTELLE LE BRUN, History, History of Arts. French. MISS HELEN HOWELL, Primary Department, Drawing. MISS IDA GOLDSMITH, MISS ADDA YOUNG, German. Calisthenics, Voice Culture. MRS. ADA WILLIAMS, Drawing, Arts and Crafts. I51 I61 I73 T3 R : MARY DEPARTMENT w m er 7 4 m ' m C9 Mm Wk, WW'LLCLL..L. E31 The Primary Grades Primary IV Daniel Rebhun Anne Shepherd Anne C. Shinkle Frances Shinkle John Graydon Primary III Phyllis Albert Mary Innes Hinsch Thomas Leaman David Forker Elizabeth Hutton Warren Perin Anne Graydon Helen Jackson Margaret Ramsey Bayard Kilgour Primary 11 Olivia Cassatt Louise Chase Holstein Ruth Sheafer Helen Edwards Dorothy Reynolds Laura May Wilson J ean, Graydon Dorothy Sebastian Janet Wurlitzer Primary 1 Martha Cooper Katherine Garvey Katherine Miller Estella Ficks Anne Goodhue Polly Perkins Ann Field Anne Kennedy Ruth Selser I91 The Primary Grades Primary IV This is the first grade in the school. There are boys and girls in the class. Ann Shepherd is the best writer. Ann Camilla writes too small. Daniel writes too big. John in good in number. I think that this room is the best room. There are flowers and plants in the room. FRANCES SHINKLE. This is the first grade in the school. We write and read and sing and we spell and draw. I like to sing and write best. We have number too. John is good in num- her. When it snows we feed the birds. I like to come to school. ANN SHEPHERD. Primary 1 This is Primary Three. There are four boys in the class, Bayard, David, Warren, and myself. Margaret has a blue ribbon for reading. And a green ribbon for language. Elizabeth has a white ribbon for conduct. We boys play marbles at recess. Miss Howell is the best teacher in the school, I think. THOMAS P. LEAMAN. This is the second grade. There are more girls than boys in the class. Mary is the best speller in the room, I think. Warren is the best writer. Elizabeth has a white ribbon for conduct. Phyllis got a ribbon for conduct, too. I think our room is the prettiest room in the school. We all belong to the Scout Club. MARGARET RAMSEY. The Primary Grades Our Room Primary II floor. It is Miss Bakerls room. There are eighteen children in it. mary II. I am in Primary 11. Primary I is the fourth grade and Primary II is the third grade. There are three blackboards and a chart over each one. It is a very nice room. Dorothy Reynolds is going to move to New York this summer. We shall all miss her very much. Jean Graydon and St. Patrick were born on the same day, almost. Louise Hol- stein had a party. Ruth Sheafer has a hair ribbqn that looks like a fan. Laura May can draw very well. J anet Wurlitzer is the bright- est girl in our room. DOROTHY SEBASTIAN, Primary II. E131 Primary I There are two classes in our room, the third grade and the fourth grade. Our room is very light and cheerful. Some of the children stand at the head and some at the foot. Our room took part in a play. We were brownies and fairies. Our room has clubs, but they all break up because nobody Will bring money. We try to be good and to obey. we do love, that is Miss Baker. KATHERINE GARVEY, Primary I. One thing em ,I W. X h j? INTERMEDIATES. Lilli! Ell -Hl H H Eleanor Behrens Janet Enger Helen Ficks Florence Graziani J ane Dinsmore Eleanor Herron Dorothy Anderson Margaret Anderson Alice Barnard I da Crothers Mary Forker The Intermediate Grades 4- Intermediate IV May Louise Greene Mary Hazen Outram Hodgkinson Margaret Keplinger Rosan Krippendorf Alice Pape Harriet Ramsey Marjorie Shepherd Intermediate 1 J osephine Livingood Carlotta Graziani Anna McAlpin Marion Rawson Mildred Ziegler Intermediate II Louise Chase J ulie Galvin Frances Johnson Theresa J ames Clara Olds Loveland Louise McLaren Intermediate I Elsie Graziani Margaret Jameson E151 Myra Langdon Dorothy Lyon Paulina Stearns Marianne Wurlitzer Mildred Williamson Madeleine Rowe Clarissa Stem Helen Macdonald J ulia Ramsey Hannah Shipley Mary Lou Moore Irene Sebastian The Intermediate Grades Intermediate IV fa NTERMEDIATE FOUR is com- ' posed of thirteen girls. Some of i them are fat and some are thin, t but allare interesting. They adore pencils and are always trading Although May Louise Greene is President of the class, she is spending part of the year at home. Marianne Wurlitzer is Vice-President and just now is trying to be historian. Mary Hazen is Treasurer. She has been south for a few weeks Where she escaped being eaten by an alligator, although she spent so much of the time in the water. The Secretary, Harriet Ramsey, and Rosan Krippendorf take turns leading the class, al- though they occasionally give some one else a chance. Harriet is very thin and is always cracking jokes; Rosan has been traveling in South America and found the Equator in the right place. She has also been aboard the Maine, and is bringing back a souvenir to prove it. Mildred Williamson, a former member of the class, has migrated to Washington She was the leader, for two years, of this most in- teresting class. MARIANNE WURLITZER. Intermediate 1 Mildred Zieglerts our President, Marion Rawson collects the rent. Jane Dinsmore delights to talk, Anna McAlpin never can walk. Kissa Stem is the basket-ball cap, E171 Eleanor Herron loves a nap. Dodie L. just hates class meeting, Madeleine Rowe is always eating. And Carlotta G. a speller Will be, So there are nine of us, dontt you see. CLARISSA HALSTEAD STEM. The Intermediate Grades Intermediate II ' .VER since we were babies our ' class has been noted for its wit, beauty, and superior stu- diousness. We are also broad- minded, for our outside inter- ests are many. Some of these interests are the Quiver? the Basket-Ball Team, the Read- ing Club, the Band of Mercy, Center-Ball, and the Girl Scouts, suggested by our ever-present member, Helen Macdonald. Our class meetings are revelations to follow- ers of the cut-and-dried parliamentary rules, for only about five members are allowed to speak at once, and only a favored few are per- mitted to stand on the chairs. Our meetings are conducted by our President, Clara Loveland, or by our dearly beloved Vice-President, Doro- thy Anderson. Of equal importance with these prominent members are the two hard-working editors of the ttQuiverf Alice Barnard and J ulie Galvin, who, the girls say, make them work like horses for this wonderful magazine. We have, too, a near Julia Marlowe, Helen Mac- donald, Whose poses and expressions rival those of this noted actress. Besides all these, are many others whose names will sometime be enrolled on the scroll of fame, but Which are not yet inscribed there. ALICE BARNARD, 1917. I181 Intermediate 1 Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet Womanhood and Childhood sweet - Of whom do you think when reading these lines of Mr Longfellowts? Of the petted, curled darlings of Intermediate II or of the self-complacent Collegiates? A thousand times no! Instantly before the mindts eye pass the girls of Intermediate 1. Mysterious and sweet, they go their silent way, alas, not always appre- ciated. But by the keen, analytical mind they are recognized at a glance as the most interest- ing class of the C. P. S. Come With me into their classroom, and as you look upon the studious group, let me briefly sketch the members of this gifted class. Vir- ginia G. is an attractive girl and a good student. We hope to have her with us soon, and Will, I suppose, meekly hand over to her the place Which she first held. Mary F. is a pleasing, plump young person with a tipenchant for the older girls. Indeed she likes them so much that we seldom see her at recess. Then there is Margaret J ., our handsome basket-ball captain, without whom we could never win a game. She has the true sportsmanlike spirit on the court and loses as gracefully as she wins. In the seat behind Margaret is Mary Lou M. She is so pretty she is an addition to any class, and be- sides this beauty displays a great deal of skill, for one so young, in conjugating the verb amo. Elsie and Myra sit downstairs, but we see them every day at recess. They are the dancers of the class, and execute the ttBoston with great skill and dexterity. Serenely occupying the first seats sit Irene and Ida. They are the class eyes't which nothing of consequence escapes. I have not the space to more than suggest the ability of this little group which is to make the C. P. S. famous. Perhaps in later years the desks at which they sit will be sent to the Zoo. However, time Will tell, and I think the reader will admit that Intermediate I is full of pos- sibility. DOROTHY LYON, 1916. Spur-of-the-Moment Wishes When I see the sunset glow, In the western sky, I want to paint a picture that will Catch the criticts eye. When I read Our Mutual Friend, I wish the author's mind, I wish to me his pen he'd lend To write things of that kind, When I go to hear a play And see it on the stage, P- I want to be an actress fair Whois simply all the rage. And when a girl in my own class Is chosen for the Chair, I bravely smile, thot all the While I Wish that I were there. Thoi we Wish for foolish things, For fame, applause and curls, I think our really truly wish Is to be little girls. HELEN MACDONALD, Int. II. WW wax M9112 mm 4sz . M9 LA; tQJND 19 JW ' ZX' I201 The Class of 1915 Class Officers J ULIA MCLAREN ......................................... President OLIVE KOEHLER ....................................... Vice-President MARY LOUISE MOFFETT ................................ Treasurer MILDRED BROOKS ......................................... Secretary Mildred Brooks Jean Butterfield Amy Collins Elizabeth Compton Gertrude Duttenhofer Jeannette Ficks Class List Elizabeth Gest Virginia Geier Kathleen Hoefinghoff Olive Koehler Louise Kinney Harriet Langdon Mary Louise Moffett Special Helen Williams E211 J uIia McLaren Ruth Rebhun Martha Shipley Elizabeth Suydam Mary Varner Olive Weber The Freshman Class F course you are interested in the most responsible and most reliable class in the schoolethe Freshmen. This reliability is shown in their many class organizations. Their basket-hall team is one which is an honor to the C. P. S. and their numerous class meetings are the marvel of the school. At their class lunch- eons, also, perfect harmony always reigns. In the morning When they are all together, a visitor might think from the sound that he had come upon a hack of blackbirds. But When taken by themselves, the Freshmen represent many different kinds of birds. Among the gay- plumaged ones-are the dashing redbirds; these are represented by those two sparkling mem- bers, commonly known as ttThe Olives. Then comes their intimate friend, yellow-haired Mary V., the goldfinch. Mary Louise M. reminds the visitor of a gay little wren flitting about. Kath- leen H. is our chatterer, the magpie. Then comes our songster, the canary, Elizabeth C. Ul . Among the more quiet of our hock are the proud and stately robins - J ulia McL., Martha 8., and Elizabeth G.- while Harriet H. L. stands for our industrious swallow. A brown thrush is Amy 0.; when you look at her brown hair and brown eyes, you immediately compare her to one of those quiet little birds. Although the members of the Freshman class are different, they all have one common desire. That desire is to improve their singing in Miss Geier's class. They all wish to rival their feathered cousins in song as well as in actions. MILDRED BROOKS, 1915. war M211; 5mg; ,gwy W l23l Variety is the Spice of Life E241 The Class of 1914 Officers MARY LANDIS ............................................ President MARY ANDERSON ..................................... Vice-Presidem FRANCES HOWE .......................................... Treasurer JANET RHODES ........................................... Secretary Class List Mary Anderson Lucie Gayle Harriet Kemper Dorothy Barrett Ruth Hatfield Mary Landis Beatrice Carmichael Marjorie Hinsch Ruth Little Gwendolyn Crawford Emilie Heizer Frances McLean Ruth Enger Frances Howe Sophia Mallon Florence Evans Helen Justis J anet Rhodes Augusta Forker Dorothy Jones Llewellyna Rebhun I251 A Sophomore Day 'HIS class history may not be as formal or dignified as those of other classes, but I think the best way to picture the Sopho- more CIass is to give an exam- ple of one of their typical days. iiSailutiont tin other words, how do you doi says B. 0., rushing into the study hall at nI havent had a minute to do my 8.45 a. In. Latin, and someone simply has to help me? Here, P11 do it, says M. A., our long-suffer- ing Viee-President. All the girls instantly gather around to glean a little knowledge before it is too late, that is, I sould say all except about four or five girls who are grouped around Sis- ter C. listening to one of the thrilling experi- ences about when she just nearly died when sq and so looked at her. This interesting narrative is broken up by a loud rapping on the table and an appeal made by our meek little Treasurer for the girls please to pay their debts. R. E. takes advantage of the comparative quiet to remind the girls that this is the day set aside for the exercise of arms and legs upon the basket-ball court. All the class have now assembled except the Kentucky Quartette, who have the habit of are riving late. As the bell rings, a smothered groan resounds from the northern end of the Study Hall where the History girls take a last look at some slippery date Which they simply cant remember. The morning, however, pass- es by quite serenely, except for a few quarrels with S. M., the fresh-air hand, as to how much air is required to keep a room ventilated. At recess the Sophsti are always the last to come into the gym? for it is a well-known fact that they are a class of delicate appetites. The question current among this highly illustrious class is how the school will ever manage to exist when they are graduated, but this does not seem to be at all a matter of concern with the Faculty or their beloved friends, the Juniors. How- ever, the HSOphsii are content, for do they not render beautiful duets at recess, which enable the Whole school to 'ttoe the light fantastic? Are they not the champion basketball team? And, above all, is not their class spirit remarke able? This class is always very gay at recess, but afterwards, alas! alack! what defeats await them in the perusal of Caesaris mighty con- quests in Gaul! When school is over a sadder but Wiser crowd of girls collect around their desks. Some are forced to stay for the Thurs- day reception given in their honor in a room on the second floor. Others, Who are the envy of less fortunate damsels, go to the Orpheum, that place beloved above all others by the tiSophsf, The effect of this account upon the reader may be that the ttSophsii are not a class which is fond of study, but we beg you to remember that we still have two years in which we may gain this accomplishment. JANET RHODES, 1914. The Question of the Age Once every month, as a rule, A j olly crowd gathers at school. Tie the Sophs, says Miss Y., with a sigh, iiAnd 1,11 keep them in order or die? The luncheon is spread in the Gym, We fall to With vigor and vim, But before thereis a chance for a start, The Juniors relieve us of part. We fly to the meeting at two, The debate is the thing now to do. Should women have suffrage or not? The discussion begins on the spot. All at once thereis a cry and a moan, We start from our chairs with a groan; Some girl With an uplifted hand Has the Winged Victory knocked from her stand. Each leaves with a sorrowful face, Afraid of a further disgrace. We vote suifrage bad as a rule, For its raised tribulation at school. JANET WARD RHODES, 1914. lFoHMI V lawns 1 Officers CORlNNE THRASHER President HELEN GEIER Vice-President HELEN KROGER Treasurer HELENE WHITE Secretary hi. 16To '3' a: l: V mam: Class List Mldred Chase Helen Geier Dorothy Durrell J ane GrifEth i Maud Hardwick Madeline Hicks f Mary Herbert '1' Helen Kroger l, . Margaret Tangeman 11y Corinne Thrasher , Helene White R A EWV'EWMU Ecammus Swan Baum: ELyM-Wnln ELL L291 The Class of 1913 PHIS is to be the history of the illus- , ' trious Glass of 1913. You may see its members in the picture, earnestly convened for the purpose of the seek- ing the fundamentals of knowledge telusive questi. However, iiMag- gie tpreferably Margaret Louisei is not in the picture. Somewhat Puritanical is this saintly maiden. And the more flighty Juniors are, at times, overawed by her severe nod. But for all that, iiMaggie is all right, and the J uniors will stand up for her every time. At the left of the picture is Mary, excellently posed! She is probably studying English, in Which she stars. Notice her intellectual ex- pression. Her Titian crown might lead one to suppose that she was quick-tempered. But if she is, she successfully keeps fire hidden. Sit- ting beside her is Dorothy, a new girl? She was one of those wandering iispecials When the JuniOrs found her. They adopted her at once, and have never regretted the choice. Her art productions for the ANNUAL and her earnest, hard work, have.brought glory to her class. J ust notice the pent-up energy displayed in her picture! Yes; even those restless turned-in toes show it. Beside Dorothy is Helene, that composed, quiet J unior. She is a secret, closed casket, seeming very fair on the' outside, and promising many hidden treasures within. i311 Helen G. comes next. She upholds the honor of'the class in beauty. So quiet and refined is she, you scarcely know when she is around un- less you look. But if you look, you are well rewarded. D0 notice that coy little J unior be- side Helen! That is iiMillieJ Who is so demured 1y scanning her tomorrows lesson. A stray sunbeam seems to have transformed her comb into a halo. Well, iiMillie deserves a halo for her ANNUAL work. ' The next group of three is very characteristic. iiKicks is carefully explaining Cicero to Helen Angela K. inames are sometimes deceitfun. The latter looks like a martyr to the cause with her customary bored air. Jane, beside her, vainly trying to follow two studies at the same time, shows her usual eleventh-hour desire to know where her lessons are. Now that each one has been properly intro- duced, just stand off and survey that Junior Class! uStudy has become the by-word, es- pecially of the collegiates. Even iiTinnief 'the President, is absent, becausenno doubt, of her insatiable thirst for knowledge. This :class does not stand for the bodily skill of basketball. Such barbarous amusements are beneath tor abovei it! The Juniors represent the power of the brain! They are evidently acquiring it in deadly earnest. And some day tWho can tell ?i they may be numbered among the worlds greatest! MADELINE HICKS, 1913. The Senior Class of 1912 E do sincerely hope that our dear readers will not consider us in any way a conceited class after they have perused our history. For we i really are forced, under the cir- cumstances, to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the trut about ourselves. One of our most striking characteristics, and a rare one, too, is our true democratic spirit and attitude. Even the little children of the C. P. S. feel no awe in the august presence of the Seniors, for they frequently indulge in all sorts of romps with us. Numerous complimentary remarks have been whispered about by the adoring Freshmen. These, however, generally pertain to our phys- ical rather than our intellectual virtues. Even the high and mighty Sophomores have come to the conclusion that basketball is not every- thing in life. Besides, these Sophsi, have been forced to recognize our superiority in various ways, particularly our poise of manner. Curi- ously enough, a very strong and ttchummy af- fection has existed between the J uniors and Seniors this year. This loving atmosphere has been unheard of in former years. I331 Last of all we have actually attained the ex- acting and lofty ideals of our devoted Faculty. We are possessed of an abnormal streak of ops timism, which causes our teachers much anxiety at times, for they are apt to think we do not consider the College Board Examinationst quite seriously enOugh. But this is more than balanced by our commendable love of romance. The dear Faculty fairly wept with joy when it made this long-hoped-for discovery. How often have we heard quoted, again and again, the Faculty refrain, ttSuch a lovable class, ttthe dearest girls in the world? etc. Now we are going to tell you something about each member of this Senior Class. It would be well to begin with the hardest working, most striving individuals - the weary ANNUAL Boarders? The Editor-in-Chief of. that liter- ary production is H. B. H. She is particularly well adapted to that role, because of her ener- getic zeal and subtle critical ability. Alas, she is also class poet, and strives to write ttdelight- ful verse Wide literary eifort throughout the ANNUALL A. L. is her assistant, who is held in admiring awe by her fellows, because of her logical mind, and sprightly wit. A. M. fills the much-rushed, responsible position of Business Manager. This work gives scope to the varied talents Which she has manifested to an admir- able degree. The next group consists of our picturesque Kentucky girls. They are D. S. D., K. G., and D. D. Sweet and lovely are they, while their accent is indeed music to the ear. D. S. D. is a true Blue Grass belle. K. G. has, in addition to her southern beauty, a quaint wit which charms her listeners. At first you are inclined to think D. D. is a wee bit shy, but after you know her, you find yourself enjoying her keen sense of mischief. After these come two con- trasting souls, H.L.B. and DE. The former is good-natured yet most contained, While the lat- ter, called iideauv'est by most of her friends, is, yes, a very clinging and affectionate little thing. Our class officers form the next group. H. A. C. has the high honor of being our President, a creature 'active, cheerful and gay, beloved by the universe. Then follows our VicepPresident, L.C., a sweet,quaintlitt1e maid. Our Treasurer, C. G., is not overburdened with financial cares, principally because all of us are so generous and unselfish that we seldom have any superfluous money to contribute to the class funds. But this lady is also our basket-ball Captain, and in that position she finds her time and hands both full. Our Secretary is G. E. G., unhappily made His- torian of this chosen class. In observance of the Principle of Emphasis we have put M. L. K. in a class by herself and kept her until the last; She is our one excep- tion of brilliant mentality. In addition, she is the proud possessor of the studied poise we all aspire to. Now, dear reader, the story of the Class of 1912 has been confided to you. We might add that further evidence of our charms may be secured from the ttAssociated Brothers, Uncles and Cousinsii 0f the class. GRACE GRIMM, 1912. ADELE CAMPBELL President of the Senior Class. Round about her wayward hair Tricksy fairies hover, Trapping sunbeams unaware Who could choose but lave her? I351 HARRIET BLACKBURN Assistant Business Manager of the ANNUAL. '24 merrier girl, Within the limits of becoming mirth, I never spent an houfs talk withal. LILIAN CROTHERS VicaPresident 0f the Senior Class. Whiry, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Clasps her tiny hands above me, Laughing all she com. SheTl not tell me if she love me, Cruel little Lilian.n E361 DOROTHY DONOGH Her dimplsd cheeks are pale; She's a. lily of the vale, Not a, rose. She amputates her T's; But her eyes are like tke stars Overhead. DOROTHY DUNCAN A quick brunette, well-moulded, flashing-eyed, And on the hither side, or so she looked, 0f twenty summers. B71 KATHERINE GLASCOCK Member of the ANNUAL Board. I catch the grace of a shy, quaint glance That leaps from her eyes of blue, And dream she hath. strayed from an old romance, To capture our hearts anew. CATHERINE GODLEY Treasurer of the Senior Class. Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity. E381 GRACE GRIMM Class Secretary. And mfer did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grind Of sweeter form or lovelier face. HELEN B. HOLMES Editabin-Chief of the ANNUAL. Around thy playful lips did glitter Heart lightenings of a giriish scam. Harmless they were, for mth'ing bitter In thy dem- keart was ever born. i391 MARIE KUPFERSGHMID Member of the ANNUAL Board. WShe bore a mind that envy could not call but fair. ANGELINE LOVELAND Assistant Editor of the ANNUAL. Chairman of the Executive Committee. Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilighfs too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn. E401 ALINE MOORE Business Manager of the ANNUAL. The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire 0f hasty love or headlong 'i'ref' DORIS ROGERS She wears a saucy hat, And her feet 90 pit-a-pat, As she walks; And the gayest laughter slips From her merry schoolgirl lips When she talks.,1 E411 The Alumnae Officers BARBARA THRASHER ............ ANGE FARAN .. ....... . ........ VIRGINIA BELL ....... Executive Board Charlotte Shipley Lucile Kroger Marianne Clark Regular Members .......................... President ...................... Vice-President ................. Secretary-Treasmer Honorary Members Miss Howell Miss Clara. Langenbeck Miss Doherty Miss Anna Langenbeck Associate Members J ulia Anderson Virginia Bell Louise Cadwalader Margaret Clark Marianne Clark Ruth Crothers Alma Davidson Helen Dominick Marian Gaulding Ange Faran Winifred Goodall Charlotte Healy Dorothy Kellog Ruth Kinsey Helen Kinsey Imogen Kinsey Lucile Kroger Mary Mallon Ethel McCullough Corinne Lawson J ennie Moffett Grace Morgan Emelie S. Osmond Mrs. A. E. OsmoncD Louise Root Margaret Titus Gwendolyn Rawson Charlotte Shipley J ean Sattler Adelaide Singleton Barbara Thrasher Ruth Thrasher Louise Williams Dorothy Abbott Gertrude Ayres Louise Ayres Mary Bates Elizabeth Bishop Natalie Breed Bosworth Mrs. C. W. Boswortm Louise B. Foerster Mrs. H. C. Foersten Augusta Clark Elaine Carew Flach Mrs. F. J. Flacm Katharine Clark West Mrs. C. H. Wesn Frances Ebersole Amy Ferris Rachel Gallagher E421 Dorothy Hill Anna Louise Irwin Louise Maddux Kinney Mrs. .T. M. Kinnew Louise Allen Knapp Mrs. W. J. Knapm Mary Laidley Margaret Marfield Virginia Martin Warner Mrs. J ohn Warnew Margaret Maury Alter Mrs. Robert AlteH Anne Rothier Ditmars UVII'S. John A. DitmarQ Anne Sykes Emily Woodall Florence Woodmansee Alumnae Notes , IRLS! Just look at this record! ; English Literature e credit. English Composition -- merit. Greek - credit. Biology e credit. That belongs to Jean Sattler at Bryn Mawr College. And besides this, she tu- tored four girls in Biology. An instructor said that Jean was the best coach they could find. J ust think of it! Ruth Kinsey is at the U. of C. this year, but she intends to return next year to Vassar to be graduated. She and Mary Bates, a graduate of Wellesley in 1910, have become members of the College Club. Ethel McCullough is a Senior at Vassar. will be graduated next J une. Mary Mallon claims that she is but one of the herd, with no renown or position, and so she iican only extend best wishes for a successful issue of the ANNUAL? Fortunately that mod- est little Freshman of Vassar has left traces of herself. Thus we know that she is not only the Freshman representative in the Athletic Meet, but she is also Secretary of her class. And Vas- sar marks her report with the awe-inspiring remark ihrery good. These modest young Freshmen! Helen Kin- sey, Freshman at Vassar College, When asked She E431 for a history of her past year, says: ttI have no past - I refuse to sacrifice my reputation even totthe ANNUAL tiAlumnae Notes? However, Vassar considers the past year and marks Helenis report iivery good. You are making the greatest mistake of your life if you are not coming to Vassar. When we are not breaking our necks studying CD, there are teas, and feasts, and plays, and things, and we manage pretty well to keep our hands full? Imogen Kinsey, Freshman at Vassar. Jennie Moffett is a Sophomore at Vassar- another modest Alumna from whom no news can be gotten. Ange Farani and Corinne Lawson have re- turned to the C. P. S. this year under the awe- some title of P. G. S. Little IoIa Schmidlapp Ormond is on the wait- ing list of the C. P. S. Dorothy Abbot has become a full-fledged act- ress. She was playing at the Columbia 3. little while ago. Miss Clara Langenbeck is taking a special course in Science at Bryn Mawr this year. The C. P. S. let her go very unwillingly. And they still hope to see her among them again, at least as a visitor. News from Old Girls ELEN SHIPLEY is spending the year at, Miss Shipleyts schoole- Bryn Mawr. Charlotte Rowe is enjoying her- .yxmg self at Miss Finches School. Marjorie Langdon and Dorothy Thoman are at Farmington this year. Louise Wilby tgenerally known as ttFigU is, this year, at Pitsfield. Catherine Eckstein is at present enjoying tennis and boating at Florence. Later she in- tends to go to Greece, then to London, and from there home. ttI am pledged to one of the societies here tthe best one, toot, so I do just exactly as I am told u anything from sewing on buttons to get- ting up and going dovvn at 6 a. m. to close Win- dowsl'e Jane Glover, at Ogontz. My dear, this place is heaven itself. If you ever want to go away to school, you had better come hereJL- Gretchen J arecki, at Briarcliff Manor. g3 rN III am just plain busy. Just to prove it, I will show you my schedule, and I want you to explain when people complain that I never writeP- Dorothy Carothers, at Highland Hall. 1dI tell you, life is no joke up here; you have to study like the deuce, but still its a pretty nice place. - Virginia Whittaker, at Dobbs Ferry. III have to study like the deuce. I am floun- dering about in Burke's Speech now. e Ade- laide Orr, Dana Hall. My dear, Dana Hall is without doubt the greatest place in the world. I never met so many adorable people at one time. Everybody thinks everybody else is a tpeachi 11- Dorothy Hewitt, Dana Hall. Fifteen C. P. S. girls have madevtheir debut this winter: J ulia Anderson, Virginia Bell, Ruth Crothers, Ruth Dittman, Helen Dominick, Phyllis Fosdick, Eleanor Gholson, Fannie May Grossius, J ennie Moffett, Evelyn 0mwake, Char- lotte Shipley, Rebekah Schultze, Barbara Thrasher, Helen Warner, Louise Williams. Marriage Announcements Corinne Murray and John R. Weddell, February 27, 1912. Jane Martin and Frank Coleville, March 12, 1912. Virginia Martin and John Warner, June 9, 1911. E441 ANGELINE LOVELAND, Chairman Seniors ADELE CAMPBELL ..... President LILIAN CROTHERS, Vice-President CATHERINE GODLEY. . .Treasmer GRACE GRIMM.. ..... .Secretary J uniors CORINNE THRASHER. . .President HELEN GEIER. . . .Vice-President HELEN KROGER ....... Treasurer HELENE WHITE. . ..... Secretary I451 Sophomores MARY LANDIS ......... President MARY ANDERSON, Vica-President FRANCES HOWE ....... Treasurer JANET RHODES. . . . . . .Secretary Freshmen JULIA MCLAREN ...... President OLIVE KOEHLER . . . Vice-P'resident MARY L. MOFFETT. . . .Tremmre'r MILDRED BROOKS ...... Secretary School Calendar September 28 - Back to school! October 6 H First Class Meetings. October 16 e Miss Anna deserts school for the dentist's. October 27 w- Senior-Faculty Tea. October 30 e Miss Young gives a recitation. November 10-Intermediate II entertains at Convocation. November 10 .. Basket-Ball. and II. N ovember 11 - The Comic Party. November 20 e Basket-Ball. Intermediate I and Freshmen. Freshmen and Sophomores. Intermediate I November 25 e Intermediate II entertains the Faculty. November 29 e Reading of Twelfth Night by Miss Butler. November 30-December 4 - Thanksgiving H01- idays. December 11 eSophomore-Junior and Sopho- more-Senior Basket-Ball Games. December 20 e Reading by Miss Butler. E471 December 21-January 8 e Christmas Holidays. December 22 - Christmas Party. January 8 e Back to School! J anuary 19 e Convocation. February 9 -- Valentine Convocation. February 22 - Washingtonys Birthday. February 23 e Reading by Miss Butler. March 8 - Convocation. the Choral Class. March 27 - Talk by Mr. Clapper on the Child Labor Law. March 30-Senior Theater Party for the Juniors. April 4 -m Convocation. College II. April 13 -Miss Edwards entertains in honor of the Seniors. Entertainment by Entertainment by April 27 e Miss Doherty entertains in honor of the Seniors and the Alumnae. May 31-June 5 e Final Examinations. J une 7 -- Commencement. Womanes Club. V If you ask her iirst name, ,Tis an opera of fame, Her last is the name of a school. ,Tis not here, itis not afar, It is close to Bryn Mawr. Can you guess, since Pve given this rule? V She came to the party as iiMary, The very hrst prize did she Win, And though I must say she,s contrary, When she wants she can raise quite 2. din. V Think of the name of a city of fame, That is the same as her given name. Her last is the name of an Admiral strong, And now I am sure you can not guess wrong. V She teaches Macbeth and Twelfth Night, And the classics of long ago, She tells us of Keats and Wordsworth, The famed Bards, Whom all must know, She thinks Byronts life was quite shocking, And tells all her fond pupils so. E431 Valentines V This is for the Christmas doll That Santa Claus forgot. I hope she now is happy, For then she cried a lot. She wore a pretty dress and cap, A sash both big and pink. Sheid make the cutest Valentine That ever was, I think. V She teaches us dancing and center-ball, too, And her dress is the lovliest dark navy blue, Sheis one of the nicest teachers to see, And she is the teacher, the teacher for me. V Youive led me through the realms of Art, Youive taught me Bible History, In Civics live at least a start, Since you have cleared the way for me. Before your feet I lay the heart Which you have long since won from me, And gratitude is but a part Of the fond love I bear to thee. A Cycle of Love tWith Apologies to Omari The Timid Maidens, under Aprilis sun, Emboldened by its warmth, no longer shun The Winsome object of their gusty sighs, But live as shadows of the radiant one. In gathiring crowds, they eagerly frequent The Hall or Gym, to see Which way she went, And yank her in the prancings of a valse Till both, though dizzy, still are quite content. By J une some take it harder than the rest, And with their notes comes Huyleris very best, 01' flowers to manifest their blooming love; To foot the bill, poor Dad is hardly pressed. And now comes graduation with the rose, Sure proof that Youthis sweet book of Love will close. These Seniors Whom we lOVed so much all year, Ah! whence and whither flown again, Who knows? The next October is a chill despair, The charming idol is no longer there. PM Ah! purposeless and vacillating lifee Until another idol comes more fair! The Old forgot, forgot Octoberis woe, Henceforth the New, wherever she may go, From room to room, by the same crowd pur- sued, While violets upon her path they sow. By March perforce one dons his overshoes To iscape the melting drifts of billet-doux, Loaded with sentiments of iiroses red. The New one is the best. iTis she they choose. N0 slightest pang of broken vow remains, No dim remembrance adoration stains. No thought bestowed upon the former love, They forge With apter skill Loveis newer chains. Ah! choose your iicrushesi, from the Senior Class, 7 And When they're gone, then pick another lass. Strive not for constancy. but yet-for her Whose rule is dent turn down an empty glass! MARY HERBERT, 1913. Trivial Things T was Sunday and I was doing my usual Sunday duty-writing let- ters. I wrote to the Dorothys, ,1 friends of mine, who were in school in Famington. I wrote Dorothy Boyd a very stiff little note because I had to. I always had hated Dorothy Boyd; she was one of those gushing brunettes with a catty dis- position. I knew her just well enough not to want to know her better. I wrote to Dorothy Reece and asked her to Visit me during her Christmasvacation. Dorothy Reece was my best friend and I was very anxious for her to come. I received an answer to my letter a few days later. Extravagant Dorothy sent a telegram which stated that she would love to come and that she would arrive the twentieth. I was very anxious for my best friendts visit to be a suc- cess, so I told all my friends how very attractive my guest was. I instructed Tom to tell all the boys that the girl who was coming to visit was perfectly wonderful looking. I described Dor- othy Reece, blonde hair, freckles and all. Tom grumbled something about hating blondes and declared emphatically that he wastft going to be my guest rusher? He added that as she I501 was my guest, held tell the fellows to be nice to her. You see, Tom was my admirer then. I could hardly wait for the twentieth and my guest to come. Finally the long-waited-for day did arrive. Tom and I went down in his machine to meet ttD. We met Dorothy, but alas, it was the wrong one. Dorothy Boyd, not Reece, rushed up, embraced and kissed me, murmured sweet nothings about how glad she was to be here and how adorable I was to ask her. I was dazed, stunned with amazement and anger. I couldnt imagine why Dorothy Boyd should visit me, for we never had been friends. By some horrible mistake my invitation must have reached the wrong Dorothy. Suddenly she nudged me. uIntroduce me to your little friend, she whis- pered. I realized then that Tom was waiting to be presented, and I did so. Tom was per- fectly silent all the way home, but as he was helping me from the machine he whispered 10W, IISay, I thought you said your guest was short and blonde. Why didnlt you tell me she was a wonder? That speech worried me. I had good cause to be worried, not that Doro- thyts visit wasntt a complete success. It was. Why, every boy in the place trailed after her, and Tom was the chief trailer. Tom had been trailing after me before Dorothy came, and I had been foolish enough to think he would con- tinue to trail until February. You see, the Yale Proof, was to be in February and I had expected Tom to invite me. ttThe Prom looked very far off to me during Dtsn visit. Such a visit, such a Christmas week I have never endured! Dorothy had a glorious time, and the rest of us had a lovely time watching her. We were absolutely neglected. Tom danced with her, skated with her, walked with her, talked with her. My only consolation was that she was to leave two days after Christmas and that 'the ITromtt was not until February. That would give Tom over a month to forget her and me a month to make myself remem- bered. I was so happy the night before she left that I told her I was sorry she was going. That night she went into rhapsodies over the good times she had had and wept real tears because we had to part. She took a letter from her trunk and said, uI shall always keep this letter because of the good times it has given me. If you hadntt written it I should never have met Tom, and if I hadn't met Tom Why of course he couldntt have asked me to the Prom. Did he ask you to the tProm i I gasped. Why, yes; and I expect to have a glorious time? I looked at the letter. Before me was the invitation I had written to Dorothy Reece. Even at this awful moment I wondered what my dearest friend had thought When she re- ceived the formal note intended for a girl I hardly knew. By one careless mistake my Winterts happiness had been wrecked! wWhat dire offense from amorous causes Springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing. JANE GRIFFITH. A Jonah Day One morning bright and early, Her Latin, though she'hd studied hard, In the second week of school, She didnht know at all; A little Freshman came resolved A pronoun plainly ablative She wouldnht break a rule. She did the dative call. She slowly climbed the twenty steps In English hLitP her brain was blank; That led up to the door, Her teacher sternly said, And. then She tripped upon the sill Come write this Thursday after school. And dived onto the floor. The shamefaced Freshman fied. She quickly rose and snatched her books And so it was the whole day through, hHer heart was filled with fearL Until at last she vowed Looked back, then scuttled out of sight That if she got six thousand Ahs, hHer hat was on her earL She wouldnht dare be proud. In French, when asked to Parlez-vous So thus doth end this little tale, The lesson for the day, And since it is not gay, She jumped, then blushed and hung her head, Let's wish the Freshman neher may have But not a word did say. Another hJonah day. - MARY BRADFORD LANDIS, 1914. In 1950 NEW YORK, October 15, 1950. CAME back to school today. We fiew down in the Atlantic-Pacific express from Pikes Peak, where we have been spending the sum- mer. It was a very uneventful trip, and very tiresome, too. We left at three otclock this after- noon and did not get here until iive, making two hours in all. I never took such a tedious journey! It was a beautiful, clear day, though, with lots of little puffy clouds floating around. We either flew over or under most of them, but we did go through a few of the small ones. Mother says it reminds her of going through a tunnel as the trains did when she was little, though when you go through a cloud it lasts for such a second that you hardly realize what is happening. There have been a few accidents in dense clouds, so the express iplanes usually avoid them. The school tplane was at the station to meet me. It is a very small touring tplane. As this school is only thirty-six stories high it is very hard for larger ones to land. The girls were all up in the gar- den having tea, so I had a most cordial welcome. I do not believe I am really very sorry to be back, although it does seem hard to have to live in this little place. Our bungalow on the Peak is twenty-iive stories high, so you can imagine E531 how small school seems. But we do have good times, and Father has promised to come down and take my chum and me to the races. NEW YORK, October 16, 1950. I saw a horse today! Now I am the envy of the whole school. It happened this way: After luncheon I went down to the second-iioor library, and was soon engrossed in the pages of Burkets nSpeech 0n Conciliation with Amer- ica? Suddenly I was aroused by shouts com- ing from the street below. I rushed to the win- dow, thinking that perhaps it was another mob of those men who are so anxious to vote. I was most agreeably mistaken, for there, among a great crowd of excited onlookers, was a horse. It was quite a little larger than my big St. Bernard dog. It had a long, flowing tail and a funny row of hair along the top of its neck, which, I have since discovered, is called a ttmane? I was so dumbfounded at the sight that I did not think to call anybody, so I am the only one who saw this great curiosity. How the girls are envying me, for a horse has not been seen outside of a circus for many years. When I was three I saw one at the circus, but I can hardly remember it. This former beast of burden was being led through the streets in much the same way that monkeys were when grandmother was a little girl. NEW YORK, October 17, 1950. Father came down from Chicago this morn- ing in his airster to take me to the races. It certainly Was a Wonderful sight. I do not be- lieve I ever saw such a variety of iplanes before. There were even a few of the old-time mono- planes and biplanes. The course was from the old Roosevelt monument out to the new Statue of Liberty and back. This statue is fifty miles out in the Atlantic. We iiew out about fifteen miles, but by that time some of the racers were in sight, so we hurried back and arrived there just as the winner, a young graduate of the Boston School of Aeronautics, reached the finish. He made the fly in four and a half minutes in an Iris, thirty-nine. Mr. Grahame-White III was a close second, making the iiy in just five minutes. Afterward we went to the Aero Club for luncheon, where we met everybody we knew and had a good time generally. Quite a number of foreigners came over for these races. Mrs. Pankhurst V was there and we had such an interesting talk with her on English politics. She is most entertaining. We had to leave all too soon, for father had to go back to Chicago tonight. Altogether I havehad a most exciting day. we I541 NEW YORK, October 18, 1950. Our class is studying American history this year, and today, instead of having any lesson, we all fiew over to Concord and Lexington. We went over Harvard on the way. This old uni- versity surely does look quaint with all its little buildings. It is a wonder that new, modern ones have not been built. I was ttcrazyt to go down for a while, but I didnt dare suggest such a thing to Miss Horton. We had luncheon at Concord, before we landed, in a funny little inn, a replica of the old Wright Tavern, where some famous Revolutionary general had his head- quarters. After that we landed and walked around for several hours from one old landmark to another. It was ever so interesting, although it seemed incredible that such great men should have lived in such tiny huts. And how absurd a battle with real horses must have been! Tomorrow mother, father and I start for a little trip to the North Pole in our new domo- plane. We expect to be gone about two weeks ; perhaps longer, if the weather is good. So this Will be the last record in this little book for a while, as I am not going to burden myself with a diary while I am away. CATHERINE SHERRED GODLEY, 1912. Mweg wavy yaks?! The Loss of the Little Pink Pig Gone is he now whom our songs once have lauded, Tears shall be shed for the hero thus lost. Let him of praise due him, not be defrauded. Oh, may his shield then be bravely embossed! And now a thundering cry Orders a hunt to try Quickly in attic or cellar to dig. Donit mind a fail or two, Only whateier you do Bring back that curly tailed little pink pig. Surely he knows that hes missed by his master; Why does he stray then so far from his home? Mayhap the thought only makes him iiee faster; Gayly his tail curls, as broadly heill roam. Then in the vales about Loudly is heard our shout. Yet does he run afar, cares not a iifigfi 0h, shall we eier him see? 01' has obscurity Swallowed forever our little pink pig? eMADELINE HICKS. Senior Limericks H. Holmes is our ANNUAL Ed? Because of her marvelous head. Within it,s screwed tight, And Without, too, at night - This maiden, by vanity led ! .' I! And now Will you look at Grace Grimm, Who argues each point with a vim. For her brain is so full That her hair she must pull O'er her ears to keep all her thoughts in. ADELE CAMPBELL. Dolly's Conquest HE was a small lady with long, yellow curls, big, blue eyes, and an angelic smile. Her nose tilted saucily upwards, Which is always , a good sign. Her White dress was starched primly. She had come to visit the school. trShe is Mary Janets cousin, Mary Janets mother had said; ttwho is Visiting us. I am sure that she will give no trouble. Mary Jane was so anxious to bring her to school. You don't object, do you ? Of course, no one could object to having an Hangel child? and s0 Dolly remained at school. A back desk, near the window, was assigned to Dolly. She rose, With the rest, to repeat the prayer and sing ttGOOd Morning, Merry Sun- shine. Not a curl was massed, not a spot upon her dress! The class squirmed uncomfortably. Little Johnny, deep in his heart, determined to rufhe this perfect child. He suddenly found that his pencil was lying on the window sill behind Dolly. Miss Lowell, the teacher, gave him permission and he rushed eagerly for it, determined to upset the immaculate one. As he passed her desk, however, he stumbled and WH fell hat on his face. Girlst feet are always in the way! Dolly still remained placid, sweet and smiling. Johnny was angry. During the painting lesson he managed to sit next to her. He used her little handkerchief for a paint rag. Dolly did not weep, as J ohnny had hoped, over the damp ,kerchief. No, indeed! Her eyes danced! She picked up the handkerchief and dipped it, quietly, into her paint water. The next thing Johnny knew, a slow stream of cold water was trickling down his back. Johnny longed for revenge, but until recess he found no chance. At recess they were on opposite sides, playing ttIndian-White Man. In vain did twat chief Johnny pursue ttpale- facet, Dolly. She eluded him. He finally de- voted all his efforts towards capturing her. Round and round the house they went. At last Dolly mounted the fire escape. uCome down, shouted the war chief, gyou dassrft climb on the fire escape. Unbound by school regulations, Dolly mounted to the porch roof. Undaunted, the Indian Brave followed her. Like a fiash she disappeared through the Window and then closed it. J ust then the bell rang. She was in the room, but Johnny was still on the fire escape. After much delibera- tion, he climbed down and appeared, late and shamefaced, at Miss Lowellts door. A11 went smoothly until J ohnny, having upset an inkwell, gave vent to his much-abused feel- ings in a forbidden but expressive word. J ohnny was peevish! Teacher looked pained, the class. surprised. Meekly J ohnny took his reproof, as he had taken it often before. But it hurt worse than usual to be reproved before Dolly. A small voice, belonging to an angel child With golden curls, tried to comfort him. ttThatts nothing! I know a worse one Pt Nor did she hesitate to tell him her secret. Pride made her voice louder than She realized. She looked up, suddenly, to see the eyes of all upon her. Teacher was shocked! HIf Dolly were not our guest? she said, ttshe would have to stand in the corner? Externally Dolly appeared unrufhed, but deep in her heart She was planning revenge. Her desk was soon heaped with small paper wads. Johnny soon felt the effect of one and began to return tit for tat. But, of course, teacher saw him! For a while Johnny stood in the corner. Dolly began to dislike Miss Lowell. The teacher seemed to make the children unhappy instead of letting them have a good time. Dolly decided to gget even and looked about for a way. Slid- ing over to Johnnyts desk she began to investi- gate the contents, much to the discomforture of the owner in the corner. She soon found a small box of Ker-ehoo? J ohnny had been saving it for an opportune time. Now was the time! Slowly, carefully, quietly, Dolly sprinkled the contents about her, while Johnny looked on .admiringly. Soon every one was sneezing and coughing. Teacher suspected mischief, but was unable to find the culprit. When J ohnny was permitted to return to his seat he leaned over to Dolly and whispered: ttWill you be on my side, after school, when we play Indian-White Man? Yowre a peach -- for a girl? ANGELINE LOVELAND. To Hold, As T were, the Mirror Up to Nature llSo shaken are we, so wan with care. h The Faculty. le sure carels an enemy to life. h Harriet B. Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speakflh Mildred C. Strong in Will and rich in spirit, Madeline, so quaintly sweet. h Madeline H . A person of indefatigable industry, strong reason, and great experience. - Dorothy Du'r'rell. And all her thoughts as fair Within her eyes, As bottom agates seen to wave and float In crystal currents of clear morning seas. - Helene W. For elen though vanquished, she could argue still. h Aline M . I only speak right on. h Florence E. I delight in masques and curls, sometimes altogether. h Dorothy B. E531 llFaith, I can cut a caper. - Sister 0. llFor still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. - Lilian C. nFor this your locks in paper durance bound; For this with tortlring irons wreathed around. h H elen H . Our himportance and prosperity are due to political liberty, the general diffusion oflknowl- edge, and the prevalence of sound moral prin- ciples. h The Juniors. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, Extracted from many objects. h Helen K. nShe is such a desperate scholar that no gen- tleman can approach her without being a jest. - Corinne T. llO sweet, pale Margaret; 0 rare, pale Margare . h Margaret T. llHer lively looks a sprightly mind disclose? -- Mam; H . I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark? hMiss A. L. I dare do all that may become a man. h Miss Jean H. Love darting eyes and tresses like the sun? - Mary H . 1lHere their tender age might suffer peril, But that, by quick dispatch of sovran Jove, I was dispatched for their defense and guard? h M iss D. HCome, but keep thy wonted state, With even steps and musing gait, Thy looks commencing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thy eyes? h The Seniors. Enjoy your gay wit and bright rhetoric? h Sophia M . These thoughts may startle well, but not astound the virtuous mindP- Thoughts on a Test. Slightly was her nose Tip-tilted like the petal of a flower. hAdele C. llAnd still we gazed and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew? h Tommy L. Full well we laughed With counterfeited glee At all her jokes, and many a joke had she? - Miss E. llBuxom, blythe, and debonair. h Julia, McL. Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast and demure. h H elem G. If to her lot some final errors fall, Look on her face and youll forget them all. -ere G. nan 0- ?g' The Seven Ages at School All the school's a stage, And all our girls are merely players, They have their exits and their entrances. Each pupil in school life plays many parts, Her acts being seven ages. At first the little Miss, Twisting and squirming in Miss. Helen's care; And then the whining schoolgirl, With vexed, angry look, creeping like a snail, Unwilling, to school; then the budding maiden, Blushing like a rose over awoeful ballad, Made to her complexion; then the stubborn Freshies, Full of strange sayings, ever other than original, Seeking the bubble reputation Even on the ball field; then the boastful Sophs, With lengthy stride and ever busy air, Believe all girls and things are jokes, save they; Full of Wise saws and modern instances; And so they play their parts. The sixth age Shifts; Therets the Juniors, hair so thin and skirts so tight, Come on the stage to act their minor parts. Last scene of all e Our Seniors dear, who end this history, Emerging from the oblivion that besets them, Sans teachers, books, sans tears, sans every- thing. FRANCES MCLEAN, 1914. E601 The Luncheon Table T0 luncheon we go the last hour, All the girls mingling laughter and chatter, Till Selma, with countenance sour, Reprovingly makes us all scatter. At length, for the table we rush, With clatter and noise we begin; A teacher appears e a dead hush! We rise - what a terrible dinl Then the teacher, taking her seat, With frowns at the scraping of chairs, Cries, ttWhy dont you turn off that heat? As the luncheon to serve she prepares. The talk at the table is clever, And the jokes we relate, which are thrilling, Excite us so much that we never Can think of the things we are spilling. At lunch the dessert is the nicest, Whatls coming we never can dream, But the day we remember as best Is the day when were given ice cream. HELEN KROGER, 1913. The Opening Night HEN James Merridan entered his box at the Fifth Avenue Theater, all eyes were turned toward him, for he was one of the most success- ful young business men in New 't York. When he had been a Senior at college five years before, he had been engaged to Eleanor Irby, the prima donna of the opera he was just about to witness. But, after she was graduated from college, she had gone on the stage, and since James had not approved of the theater at that time, a quarrel had resulted. As he took his seat, a man in the next box leaned over and spoke to him. ttHello, Merridan; howis business? he asked. Business e J ames answered, with a vacant stare. Then, collecting his thoughts, uOh, bus- iness is all right? he said, and relapsed into silence. As he sat there, he was not thinking of the people in the audience, but of the girl he knew to be behind the scenes. Oh, how he wished they had never quarreled! she had been such a good comrade. She had helped him out of scrapes and kept him from getting into them -- when she could. Then she had gone on the stage and he had vowed that he would never see her again. She had defiantly answered that she didnt care, but he knew she had cared. She had been most successful, and he was glad. Now he had come to see her. U511 In the meantime, the prime donna sat in her dressing-room behind the scenes. She was now a noted actress, but she was not satisfied. She gazed critically into her mirror and then started her tmake-up. First she covered her face with cold cream. Then came red, blue and black paints, and eyelash beads. After she had finished this critical work, she donned her first costume, a marvelous Spanish gown, and after having been told by her maid three or four times that she looked simply beautiful, she opened her door and stepped out into the hall. As she did so, she was surrounded by about a dozen chorus girls, who praised her beauty and asked a hundred questions. After answering them as well as she could, she turned and looked around at the walls of the corridor. They were covered from the fioor to the ceiling with auto- graphed photographs of diiferent actors. As. she was looking at these, the manager came running breathlessly down the hall. Upon giv- ing her some last instructions, be rushed away again to pounce on the ttleading man. Eleanor walked slowly toward the stage, and as she went, she suddenly thought of J ames Merridan. She, too, thought of the long friendship, and of their quarrel, and she wondered if he would come to see the Opera. Her reflections were inter! rupted by the cry of itAil aboard? which was the signal for the overture; so she took her place in the wings. With a beating heart, she awaited her first appearance. Was James in the audience? Would he take any notice of her if he were? At last she heard her cue and she entered the stage as though in a dream. As she came down front, she glanced at the right-hand box. Then she stopped short, for she had seen him. A murmur of surprise and consternation arose from the other actors. What was the matter with her? Would she never speak? She heard the commotion and, throwing back her head, she determined to act as she had never acted before. All went well until the beginning of the third act. Eleanor was wonderful, the audience was in ecstacies, the manager congrat- ulated her again and again, and the man in the box was spellbound. All his love for her re- turned and he vowed that after the performance he would go to her and tell her how wonderful he thought she was. J ust as the players reached one of the most tragic scenes of the opera, the top of one of the iiies was ignited by crossed electric Wires. This burned unnoticed until suddenly a piece of the flaming canvas blew against the curtain, immediately setting this on fire. Eleanor stood terriiied near the burning mass; she was too frightened to move. The audience immediately started to run in a panic toward the exits. Every one left except the man in the box. He, Without a moments hesitation, leaped over the railing onto the stage, and ran toward the prima donna. Eleanor, he gasped, and gently picking her up, he carried her off the stage toward the door and toward safety. When they got outside she looked at him and smiled. Then she said, in a voice that trembled, wWell, James, that play is over? tYes, he replied earnestly, iibut isnt there another one just beginning? MARY B. LANDIS, 1914. The Seasons Softly whispering as they go, The balmy breezes gently blow, Giving life to everything, Telling us that it is Spring. The flowers are blooming everywhere, Their sweet perfume scents all the air, The soft and drowsy atmosphere Makes each one feel that Summerts here. The fruits and grains are stored away, The trees are dressed in colors gay, The squirrelsi nuts are in the wall, The birds have flown, because itis Fall. The sleigh bells jingle as we go, The boys are playing in the snow, Christmas brings its goodly cheer, Dear old Winter now is here. CLARA LOVELAND, Int. II. The Birth of Venus Love's own goddeSS, Venus fair, Rose one day from out the waves; Ocean nymphs while playing there, Spied her from their coral caves. Home they brought her with delight, Taught her all their secret ways, Sported in the sunshine bright, In the golden summer days. Then they deemed it time to send Venus to the gods above, Calling Zephyrus to tend Carefully this child of love. When at last she reached the shore, Gifts she found, and waiting there Were the rosy seasons four, Kneeling While she dried her hair. Till at last the soft south Wind, Wafted her from out their eight. So Olympus did they find, Where the gods rule in their might. JULIA RAMSEY, INT. 11. E631 Night in a Distant F orest The dreaming forest lay silent Under the silent moon, When the stillness of nature was broken By a lonely, longing tune. The Spirit of peace in the woodland, The joy of the sleeping night, Were startled to eager listening, A pausing before a flight. What creature so bold and daring, NOW wakens this realm of peace? Who enters with melody wailing? Will the mournful sound never cease? A creature small and timid, With great eyes, deep and pure, The Spirit of solitude, roaming In this place of loneliness sure. As the spell of the night drew oter him, And his fears were laid aside, His plaint changed to song of rejoicing; He had found a place to abide! HELEN B. HOLMES, 1912. IM SURE CARES AN ENEMYTO mm H. H. ttranslating VirgiDe-ttFlavaque caput nectentur olivattettheir heads shall be washed in olive oil. TEACHER texplaining words in the Lady of the LakeU- Pent means shut up ; throb means beat? now use these two words in a sentence. The following was the result: Pent, or P11 throb you. FIRST PUPIL .. I like to have Miss H. explain Shakespeare. She brings things home to you that you never saw before. SECOND PUPILe Huh! Wetve got a laundry man that does that. MLLEF- Your ,petite chose! NEW PUPIL tnervouslyt e Mine ? MISS H. tto Hermina the day after she saved OliviajeDo you feel like a heroine this morn- ing? HERMINA - No, Miss H., I feel all right this morning. E641 One of 0111' girlstt was entertaining a caller. I simply can not arrange my curric- ulum, she sighed. It doesntt show, really, he assured her, blushing. MISS E. - Where was Napoleon brought up? PUPIL - On Crisco. TEACHERe Is English a dead language? d PUPIL - No, but it is being murdered every ay. IN GEOMETRY. The altitude of a right triangle always runs up one leg. MISS ANNA tin convocatiom- Girls, Miss Doherty is sick this morning; let us pray. FROM SOPHOMORE THEMES ON GRAVE. AND GOLDSMITHtS POETRY. His Elegy was the best of his works. was on a tomb in a country churchyard. full of nature? ttGray and Goldsmith's poetry was not meant for immoral teachings. MISS HELEN eWhere is the home of the swallow? PUPIL e- In your stomach. MLLE.-- What does Tomber en enfance sig- nify? ADELE C.-iiTo fall into the fence. GRACE G.- I can not pronounce properly in French. ADELE C.- Just think of a German cow and you have it. Miss Helen had just given her children a vivid description of the boyhood of Abraham Lincoln. ttPleasefi asked one of the children, udid you used to play with Lincoln ? MISS SeT e- What is a nymph? INT. II - It,s a sort of lady elf. MISS C.e Who ruled the British Isles first? DOROTHY Ae Why, Miss C - MISS Ce No, Dorothy, I never ruled them. Mildred Z. tells Intermediate III about her brother's disappointment when the South Pole was discovered. It seems that her brother wanted to discover the South Pole for himself. This It is itcou D351 IN THE GEOGRAPHY CLASS. . ttAmong the worldis great religions is Ethiop- 13111, the religion of the negroes. The prophet of this religion was Ethiops. e- M. R. ttAt the crematories of New England a great amount of butter and cheese are made. e O. H . TEACHER - In Turkey in Asia there are many Mohammedans. The Turks, crossing the Bos- phorus, carried this religion into Turkey in Europe, the country we are studying today. RUTH Se Isn't it remarkable that they are crossing today, just when we are studying the country? A student in Zoology writes: ttThe lobster's body is made up of sediment. - C. L. Rules for a Class President: gYou should never use slang, swear words or other filthy lucre. MISS WeT e Where do you find sponges? INT. II -- In the bath tub. MISS N EWTON texplainingie You must re- duce everything to cents. PUPIL e Oh, in this class it is impossible. MISS ANNAe- How do you say timy friendii in German? PUPIL e Is he a gentleman? HELEN H e Johnson might at least have left his eyes open. MISS He-LLeHe couldn,t. He was blind in one eye and couldnit see out of the others The Big Frog -T was one of those lowering, de- 1 E pressing days in early Novem- ber when Lake Huron rolled : i and tossed its turbulent grey hi' 3 bulk of water in moaning un- rest. The whole sky was drab ji and cloudless, except for one long, blue-black streak which . slanted suddenly toward the lake on the eastern horizon. All of the ttsummer boarders and many of the hay fever patients had gone scurrying home at the beginning of the equinoctial storms, but the ladts family had lingered, wait- ing for the first frost. The lad was his motherts pet and his fatheris hope, but among the big fellers,, of the little village he was just the usissie boy who had not developed from the tadpole into the frog stage. He could not yet tell with forceful gestures of a grimy net of his wondrous past achievements. The hsh boats were nearly due, so the obedient little Tad was sent to buy one of the fresh lake trout which his mother loved so much. He called his collie pup and started down to the fish house. This fish house was built out I661 on a long wharf, partly over the water, and quite detached from the little village. It was a gloomy, weather-beaten old shack, and right now was held in superstitious aversion by most of the natives because one of the prominent men of this little town had recently killed himself in one of the dark inner rooms. Tad shivered as he entered, then stiffened up for fear that any of the fellers might be around. There was no one in sight, for the fish boats had not yet returned. The main room of this building was a great barn-like hall of unpainted boards, shiny with fish scales and heaped with empty crates. The whe boy was the only human being within its dim recesses. There was no answer to his shrill calls, so he picked his way out, and, with a sudden sense of daring, entered one of the long passageways. Snips, the fuzzy, solemn- eyed little puppy, came tumbling along at his heels. On either side of the passageway were doors, tightly closed. What unknown horrors lurked behind them he dared not dream. His eyes grew round and his little curls bobbed with excitement, but he did not need to search for trouble, for suddenly, at a turn in the passage- way, some huge ungainly beast sprang up from the shadows and snarled at him. It was a dog! but such a dog! Tad had heard of it in the village, a savage monster, with the blood of St. Bernard and Great Dane commingled in his veins, they had told him, but he knew it was a lion. A haIf-breed Indian who worked in the fish house owned the beast, and it had taken upon itself the guardianship of the premises. As the creature sprang up from the shadows Tad experienced fear in every fiber of his trembling little heart. He was afraid down to the soles of his shiny new boots, but he remembered how daddy had said, ttDonit show the white feather, son! For almost the first time he obeyed. Although perspiration started in cold beads on his forehead, in as firm a voice as he could com- mand he piped, tiGet downY' The great beast crouched ominously before him. They stood at bay for a full minute. Tad hadnit the slightest notion of defying the dog, but he was stiff with fear. Then in des- peration he pushed open one of the closed doors, and, dragging Snips in with him, he slammed it shut and threw his whole little force against it, just as the dog hurled himself against the outside. Twice again the beast sprang, but the catch held fast. Tadis little face was drawn with fear and he snufiied audibly. Even E571 Snips realized the situation, and iiung his tiny body against the heavy door with shrill puppy harks. Finally the dog outside lay down. Tad could hear his deep breathing and an occasional growl. They were besieged! The room was hardly more than a little cupboard with a pile of rusty chains in one corner and one small, dirty window. Tad tugged the chairs over cautiously and piled them against the door. Then he climbed up and opened the Window. There was a dull expanse of lake and a group of men working on a distant wharf. The little room was built directly over the lake, with no means of escape. He called and shrieked to the distant men, but the roaring lake drowned his little cries. Outside the door the dog sniffed and growled. It seemed years to Tad that he spent in that tiny cupboard. The little patch of sky outside the window grew grayer. A faint crimson hush overspread it, changing softly into a dull purple. When he was as late as that he knew his mother worried and daddy scolded. Tears streamed down his face, but he smeared them in with hands dusty from handling the chairs, until his face wore the same grimy coating that distinguished the other fellers. Anxiety fought fear, and he determined to go out and brave the dog. He started fearfully several times, hesitated, and came back. Each time he was more afraid, but he thought again of the anxiety at home, and With one last despair- ing sob, he crept trembling into the hall. The dog was waiting for him outside. He slunk along at Tadts side, silent and threatening. If Tad had made the least suspicious movement, the beast would have sprung at his throat. Fear held Tad erect-on, on he walked, with the crouching dog at his heels, until a turn brought him into the main room. The fish boats had come in and all the fisher- men were gathered there. They saw him at once, and the Indian rushed up to call off his dog. A great happiness came to Tad, for the dog was gone, and he heard the men calling him a brave little feller. ttWell, now, said an old grizzled sailor, your pop'll be right smart proud oi you P ttAwf, said Tad, with proper pride, Hit wasnit nothing. Somebody get Snips for me; live got to go home now? Next day Tad was the big frog in the small puddle. A ring of t'the fellers,n surrounded him. His hands were in his pockets, and he kicked the ground mercilessly With the toe of his shiny boots, saying with fine scorn, AW, I wasntt afraid; I just cracked him in the slats and came on out? - MARY HERBERT, 1913. I631 ASIA The E 4 . 5 :1 .5? Possibilities E4 1.974WUEMMA1A U i: of the 0 Old World q -, T. E 4 .3 in. : The Comic Party Oh! List! ye are summoned by cap and by bell To come to ye party at school, Come dressed as a people of comic attire, And act ye ye part of ye fool. P. S.w- By comic attire we Were meaning to say A character drole of fiction or play. HIS was the invitation every- body received asking them to the party. The party was in- tended to be comic and it certainly was. The faculty and girls all came. A vaudeville performance had been planned to amuse the party, and, like all other amateur performances, it was late. So everyone sat around laughing at the funny costumes. Sister Craw- ford was a great attraction as the Scarecrow. No one knew who she was, so there was great excitement until she was discovered. Ruth Enger, as Ichabod Crane? ambled about trying to hold on her nose. A German band came in, making an ear-splitting discord. J net in the midst of a flatted note from the band we were called to the vaudeville. First E701 came the faculty as the gods and goddesses. Every one of them was there, from Jupiter to the little god of love. Minerva, with a sugar bowl for a helmet, Mars wearing a chopping bowl and football togs, Diana with a happing paper crescent and shocking short skirts, and Bacchus bearing the legend Drink Welch,s Grape Juice, were particularly ttclassy. Then came a wonderful clown act. Its great feature was tight-rope walking. The excitement of this act was very great, because the tight-rope lay on the floor. Adele Camp- bell, in a striking yellow costume, and Cather- ine Godiey, dressed as a man, sang some popu- lar songs. Then followed a gypsy fortune teller and a love story, acted by two of the girls. Last of all came a scene in a street car, with every type of passenger from a struggling wash- erwoman to a newly rich lady. After the vaudeville we danced and then went to the study hall. There we found two long tables daintily decorated with big bowls of pink roses and lighted by candles in crystal candle- sticks. There was an abundance of delicious things to eat, to which the guests did ample justice. Finally Miss Doherty rose to give the prize to the girl with the best costume. The ucomic attiresh, were all so well done that she had to call up five girls to draw for the prize. They were Janet R. as Wambaf Dorothy D. as a cadet, Sister C. as the hhScarecrowf Beatrice C. as a gypsy, and Mary H. as Mistress Mary Quite Contrary. Mary got the prize. The party ended with three lusty cheers for the C. P. S. FRANCES HOWE, 1914. I711 At the Crisis The day is quite cheerful and bright; The Basket-Ball court is all right; The whistle is blown, There echoes a groan, But the teams are both ready to fight. The umpire has tossed up the ball, i'A foul, you can hear someone call, The game is exciting, The teams are both fighting, The Sophs are ahead, but thatis all. Itis timef, calls the umpire at last, The first half of this game is past, The teams go and rest, They've both done their best, The time for the end comes too fast. The end of the game is now nigh, iiThe Freshmen have won? is the cry; uI hope the Sophs Win it; Thereis still half a minute. The timekeeper says, With a Sigh. The Sophsi basket now has the ball; Tub throws it; Oh! Where Will it fall? Just hear them all yell! That surely does tell, The Sophomores have won after all. AUGUSTA FORKER, 1914. ml f F irst Basket-Ball Teameollege III RUTH ENGER ................... Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Mary Anderson Florence Evans Beatrice Carmichael Llewellyna Rebhun Gwendolyn Crawford Ruth Enger i751 Second Basket-Ball Team-College I CATHERINE GODLEY ............. Captain FORWARDS Adele Campbell Catherine Godley CENTERS Doris Rogers Lilian Crothers E771 GUARDS Aline Moore Mary Elizabeth Kemper Harriet Blackburn MAIAML Q .- 43-:- Third Basket-Ball Team-College II HELEN KROGER ....... ........... Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Helen Geier Madeline Hicks Corinne Thrasher Jane GrifIith Margaret Tangeman Helen Kroger E791 F ourth Basket-Ball Team- MARTHA SHIPLEY ............. FORWARDS CENTERS Harriet Langdon Olive Koehler Mildred Brooks Olive Weber E311 College IV . . .Captain GUARDS Ruth Rebhun Martha Shipley Fifth Basket-Ball Team-Intermediate I MARGARET JAMESON ............. Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Elsie Graziani Dorothy Lyon Myra Langdon Diary Forker Biary Lou Daoore BJargaretJaJneson K831 Sixth Basket-Ball Team-Intermediate II DOROTHY ANDERSON ............. Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Teresa James Clara Loveland Madeline Rowe Alice Barnard Julie Galvin Dorothy Anderson I841 The Basket-Ball Score THE FIRST GAME THE SECOND GAME Intermediate 1, 16. Intermediate II, 4. Freshmen, 20. Intermediate I, 8. THE THIRD GAME Sophomores, 13. Freshmen, 12. THE FOURTH GAME THE FIFTH GAME Sophomores, 12. Juniors, 10. Sophomores, 20. Seniors, 9. E351 The Basket-Ball Tournament HE C. P. S. BasketnBall Tourna- ment for the season of 1911, opened with a very well played game between Intermediates II and I. As the two teams stepped onto the court, gold and blue, white and yellow rib- bons fluttering in the inght breeze, an enthusiastic and - demonstrative audience covered fire escapes, steps, roof and porch. The team- work of Intermediate II was excellent, and it was through no fault in the playing of that class that the score stood, at the close of the game, 16-4 in favor of Intermediate 1. Intermediate II was not at all out-classed by its opponent. The defeat was largely due to the guarding 0f Myra, who was a most eifective barrier for keeping Alice Barnard from getting the ball in the basket. The second game of the series was played between the Freshmen and Intermediate 1. The Freshmen came out victorious, Winning a com- paratively easy victory. Not only did they win from their opponents by good playing, but the latter were, doubtless, somewhat unnerved by the terrifying yelps emitted by the Freshmen mascot whenever the wearers of the White and green made a point. The Freshmen might not have won so easily had their opponents not been tired by their previous exertions, but their team was so good that they could not have failed to win in the long run. Harriet Langdon was a marvelous basket, and made some remarkable throws. An interval of some days elapsed before the playing of the next game between Intermediates II and III. This game should have been played before that between Intermediates II and I, but through some error, came afterwards. Inter- mediate III went down to defeat before the per- severing. Intermediate II players. The Sophomore-Freshmen game was, prob- ably, the most interesting contest in the tourna- ment. Both teams were excellent, both classes intensely enthusiastic. Great excitement pre- vailed during the entire game, which closed with the Sophomores in the lead. A closer game has never been witnessed by the school. The Freshmen could hardly be called defeated, for they were ahead to the last half minute. Both teams deserved to win but this could not be, and the Freshmen need feel it no disgrace to have lost to a team like that of the Sophomores. For a time it seemed as if the weather would not permit a continuance of the tournament, but, at last, a fitting day appeared and the two linal games were unexpectedly called. The court looked more like a mud hole than a court, and, likewise, felt more like one, as the players will testify. The morning began with a J unior- Sophomore game, in which the latter team again triumphed. Next the valiant Sophomores marched the grave and reverend, tI can hear Miss Howell saying How tritel'l Seniors off the court to the tune of 20-9, thus ending and winning the tournament. We beg that the poor Seniors be not too severely judged. When one grows to be such a Mathuselah as a Senior, it is natural that one's j oints are no longer as limber as they were when one was a Sophomore and could race about winning the gold, white and blue letters which all C. P. S. girls are so proud to wear. MARIE KUPFERSCHMID, 1912. l87J The Last Tournament The tournament had started, and the mascots all were there, The J uniors had a spaniel black, the Seniors 3. tom-cat rare; The cat had an orange ribbon, the dog had a scarlet bow, While the Sophs had Sophials brother, to hold up their end of the show. Our feet were simply freezing, until we almost died, So we bundled up in sweaters, for you know we sat outside; We shivered and we shivered, while blew the wintry blast, And we were so numb and frozen, that we thought weld draw our last. Then the sun came out and thawed the ground, till the mud was ankle deep, And Florence lit upon her ear wheneter she tried to leap; So William scuttled from the Gym, a coal-hod in his hand, And scattered Cinders freely, oler all the mucky land. They had an intermission, and it was a sight to see The players lolling all around, or dancing merrily. Some were scraping clods of mud from off their slimy feet, While others speculated on the side that was to beat. At last the game was finished, and they counted up the score, The Sophs had beaten all the games, and the rest of us were sore; Ten to twelve the first game stood, the last one twenty to nine, And those egotistic Sophomores thought they were doing fine. At noon they gave Ruth Enger the silver loving-cup, And as she took it for her class, their joyful yells went up. They have the cup for this year - this fact we'll not dispute; But another year will see if theytre in as good repute. DOROTHY DURRELL, 1913. E881 1912 Won by the Sophomores, The Dance at C. P. S.-An Elegy a certain Monday morning tto be exact, April 29, 1912i, 3. most astounding piece of news was forced into our external auditory passages. Miss Doherty announced in convocation that, on the follow- ing Friday, a dance would be permitted in our very own gymnasiumewith Boys! Though for some days past the air had bEen charged with electricity, the Iiuctuating hopes and thrills of the girls had not before aspired to such a realization. To the Seniors the an- nouncement was a shock, to the J uniors a horror, to the Sophomores the reward of pushing energy and to the Freshmen an undreamed-of joy. The Seniors, always sedate and stately, had dis- dained to perceive the vague shadow cast by ttthese dreadful Sophomores, concerning a future event which was so to reverse all former precedent. Now, to their horror and amaze- ment, they found, on waking from their leth- argy, that those same Sophomores had ttbeat them to it? and behold, not an available mas- culine loomed upon the Senior horizon! How- ever, these noble ladies rose to this, as to every other occasion, and produced, from sundry odd E901 corners, enough vague names to fill their dance cards, The whole week sped by as on wings. Last decorations were in place, and last injunctions concerning the river and cigarettes had been given. The HWitching hour of seven-thirty was come at last and with it the guests. The gym and thettlady hostesses'Twere dreams of beauty, clad alike in their best. The floor had been waxed to an exquisite degree of slip- pery glassiness, and the orchestra was in its place. The first dance began. Can the dizzy ecstacy of that dreamy Boston, and the moonlit intermission which followed, ever pass from memory? The porches, especially arranged for the purpose, were glorious places of retreat from the ballroom? as dance followed dance in smooth succession. At last the climax of the evening came - supe per. Each leap-year maid was requested to lead her own partner out to a rich repast of red- white-and-blue ice cream and assorted cakes. After this bounteous meal, the dancing waxed more fast and furious, and with it the zeal of the chaperons, lest any half-mad Bacchanal attempt a ttTurkey Trot', or ttBunny Hug. Their vigilance was richly rewarded, for no such antics were perceived. Hark! Across the velvety lawn we still seem to hear the ghostly echoes of Home, Sweet Home ! Can it possibly be eleven oiclock? Alas, only too true! The dismal hour for iigood-nig'htis and departures is at hand. One last mad whirl and then iithe rest is silence. Those who knew the dance can, without I911 effort on our poor part, appreciate its charms. Those who knew it not could never learn to know its dear delights, though urged by all the sages so to do. It was indeed a thing of beauty, and we hope it will be a joy forever, but in case there be anyone a triiie short of memory this paltry history of its giories is here duly rendered. - H. B. H., 12. The Quiver HE ANNUAL is no longer our only school publication. It has a rival in The Quiver, an ex- cellent little paper edited by that energetic class, Intermedi- ate II. The Quiver desires to help the girls in Hwriting, spell- ing, drawing, composition and style. This praiseworthy little publication was founded by Helen Macdonald in the fall of 1910, and at first was issued every month under the guidance of J ulie Galvin and Alice Barnard, Editors. Soon Miss Doherty showed her interest by presenting them with a fine, black leather cover. This year The Quiver does not appear as often. HOnly twice a yearfi say the hard-working editors. Much praise is due Intermediate II, for they all work faithfully; but the editors especially are to be commended. Julie Galvin and Alice Barnard have been the editors both years, and have fulfilled their duties most faithfully. The rest of the class deserve praise, too. They all write willingly tANNUAL Board, please notice 0 , and contribute gladly to their class magazine. Glance at the class list of Intermediate II, and you Will see The Quiver Staff, every member of Which is a good worker. Of course, the work so spontaneously fur- nished is better than that obtained by prodding. The art department is well supplied. Louise E931 Chase, the Art Editor, is ably assisted by Han- nah Shipley. The two illustrate stories, poems, and furnish other pictures. We must also men- tion the ladies drawn by Alice Barnard. They are quite individual and destined some day, per- haps, to be as well known as those of Harrison Fisher. The poetry of The Quiver is as plenti- ful and as commendable as the works of art. There are many poems, some patriotic, some humorous, some romantic. The stories may be divided into two classes: the complete and the incomplete. By the latter we mean the continued stories. The Short Story Department is well stocked and the Edit- ors feel no need of offering a liprize for good material. Some of the stories are quite thrilling. Here and there is found a romance such as only Intermediate II can write. Every magazine must have at least one continued story, and The Quiver has several. The Quiveris, however, are unusual in that they are seldom completed. The reader grows very excited, the tale is at a crit- ical point, and then come those tantalizing words, iito be continued. Sometimes the end does not appear and the poor heroine is left stranded. But Intermediate II is a kind-hearted class, and I am sure the heroine is finally saved. Hereis to The Quiver; may it live long and prosper, and may the Editors never lose hope and the contributors interest! e A. L., 1912. NUAL Em HELEN B. HOLMES, 1912 .......................... EditOT-in-Chief ANGELINE LOVELAND, 1912 ....................... Assistant Editor ALINE MOORE, 1912; ........................... Business Manager HARRIET BLACKBURN, 1912 ............. Assistant Business Manager MILDRED CHASE, 1913 ................................. Art Editor JANE GRIFFITH, 1913 ......................... Assistant Art Editor THE STAFF Marie Kupferschmid, 1912 Sophia Manon, 1914 Katherine Glascock, 1912 Emily Heizer, 1914 Jane Grifiith, 1913 Olive Koehler, 1915 Corinne Thrasher, 1913 Kathleen Hoefmghoff, 1915 E951 Honor Page of the Annual Board Stars of the First Magnitude This page the Muse shall consecrate to Fame, And midst the stars inscribe each worthy name. Helen B. Holmes Dorothy Durrell j , Aline Moore Mary Herbert 7 j n'v. Angeline H. Loveland Madeline Hicks -$z: Mildred Chase Harriet Blackburn 0 Comets Without Tales There,s husbandry in Heaven, these candles are all out. Olive Koehler Corinne Thrasher I Sophia Mallon Jane Griffith f E971 Tailored and Novelty Suits Street. Evening and Dancing Frocks Waists and Millinery Separate Skirts Separate Coats 421-423 RACE STREET e73 tF'RONOU NCED PlTS-YOU 52.2,, Smartesf Slyleal 55033 r in Jowlz Quee, near .Vql-cade I 237 rkAvmu Hii-I'g VWKGPP H.3433'R. 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Elegant, commodious quarters, singularb adapted to the needs of a modem tailoring establishment. valet and storage service to clients. Prim: ex- tremely reasonable. Business Suits $6 5 and $70. Statements rendered Januaryjirst undjulyjirst. FOURTH AVENUE AND WALNUT STREET ARTISTIC FRAMING AND NO'VELTIES FOR GIFTS Craxcl 31. Maas Hrt Store CINCINNATI 206 WEST FOURTH AVENUE M41567: qftlm TifFanytone Photos Young 0:. Carl Seventh Avenue and Vine Street, CINCINNATI EDITH F. KYRK FLORIST 3446 READING ROAD CINCINNATI PU RE OLIVE OIL IMPORTED DIRECT FROM THE GROVE OF THE PODESTA ESTATE D. PODESTA 8: CO. 3503 READING ROAD CINCINNATI Portraits from this estab- lishment are noted for dis- tinaion and smartnass. Somcrs MAKER 0F PORTRAITS BY PHOTOGRAPHY o STumo-sm FOURTH AVENUE, WEST Prim; madtran. Nu agents employed. 000000000 THE WARNER EOLJIPMENT CO. Locomotives, Steam Shovels, Cars Rails and Contradors' Equipment CINCINNATI Culloms Station JULIUS BAER flowers 138- 140 E. Fourth Avenue CINCINNATI, OHIO Fraternity, Sorority, College and Class Pins Be Pleased Get The Miller Make. Snappy, -- Original and Modern. Beautiful in design, generous in weight, unsurpassed for workmanship and finish. Made to please the most critical Catalog, Designs or Estimates upon request. The Miller Jewelry Co. Fifth Avenue and Elm Street, Cincinnati, Ohio W. W. ELASTIC FLOOR FINISH BEST MADEHT WEARS The Blackburn Varnish Co. 2553 Cincinnati Do you realize how many delicious and wholesome things to cat can be made with Fleischmannk Yeast? OUR NEW RECIPE BOOK WILL BE SENT TO YOU UPON REQUEST ADDRESS THE FLEISCI-IMANN CO., CINCINNATI The Maley, Thompson 8: Moffett Co. M anufaflurers Mahogany and Veneers Cincinnati, Ohio LOUDONS Catsup and Chili Sauce Contain neither chemical preservatives nor artificial color. Insist on having the London Brand and refuse the gjust as goocP, kind. LOUDON PACKING CO. TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA RAMING is done righ! here. We make piftures and mirrors look their best. hFirst, because we have the hhknowing-how knack ofsuggesting the most suit- able design and wood for each subjeft. And thexg Because we have the largest variety-a complete line in Circassian walnut, old rosewood, imported gold and all thc novelties, such as reproduflions of old frames, Art Nouveau, odd colors and ornamentationha match- less stock. Yet you pay no more for this greater sat- isfaetion. See what results we give you. Then you'll know how reasonable our prices are. $1 h THE GIFT STORE Hagan a Fourth Strect, West of Ric: S. MORTON 8c SONS DECORATORS W9 New Location No. IZ5 WEST F OURTH STREET Near the Woman's Exchange Wall Paper Tapegtries Country Club Wrapped Bread Made Clean-Bakecl Clean-Sold Clean. In Waxed Wrappers Only-the date of baking on every loaf. The big 4 hrown-cruated loaf that sells for CO 140 Bright. Clean Distributing Points. Stop fn the one most convenient to you for that loaf of Country Club Bread. The Kroger Grocery and Baking Co. Zerlina Bavana Cigars Always Good and Reliable. Strictly High Grade Sold in all places where good cigars are sold Lee Kabn, Distributor Greenland? Pharmacy We carry a large line of Park and Tilfordhs New York Candies. These goods are of f1 gt 1 . '3 why $13.5?nihiiiiifd Hvondale Che College preparatory School for Girls MADISON ROAD, EAST WALNUT HILLS MISS MARY DOHERTY, B. A. Principal FALL TERM BEGINS SEPTEMBER 27, I912 :: 2: Primary, intermediate, Collegiate and Advanced Departments TELEPHONE, NORTH 3147 The G. Henshaw 8; Sons Co. 0000 FURNITURE l : Elm and Canal Boulevard : The Johnson-Kcnnedy Electric Co. ELECTRICAL SUPPLIES MAZDA UUNGSTEM LAMPS WIRES CABLES WIRELESS FITTINGS Telephone, Canal 4260 244 Fifth Avenue, East. Cincinnati