College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1914 volume:

The Cincinnati College Preparatory School for Girls THE I914 ANNUAL Published by the Collegiate Department of the School, Cincinnati, June l, 1914 To the Seniors of 1914 In recognition of their loyalty to the School, their courtesy to its teachers, their obedience to its laws, and, finally, their faithful and success- ful performance of its daily tasks, this book is dedicated by one who knows them well and loves them. MARY HARLAN DOHERTY. E31 FACULTY MISS MARY HARLAN DOHERTY, B. A., PTincipal, Greek, Latin. MISS ANNA LANGENBECK, German. MISS SARA J EAN HOWELL, B. A., English Literature, Rhetoric. MISS ELSIE D. NEWTON, B. A., Mathematics. MISS RUTH WANGER, B. A., History, Civics, Economics. MLLE. SINA REUTHER, French. MISS E. LOUISE HUNT, B. A., Geometry, English. MISS ANNA HALL RAITT, M. A., Science. MISS FANNIE RESOR STEWART, B. L., English. E41 FACULTY MISS EDNA PEARL COTTERAL, Geography. MISS ELLA B. BAKER, Primary Department. MISS HELEN HOWELL, Primary Department, Drawing. MLLE. MARIE NONNEZ, French. MRS. AMELIE BUCHHOLZ, German. MRS. ADA G. WILLIAMS, Drawing, Arts and Crafts. MISS LOUISE GEIER, Chorus Singing. MRS. F. C. STRUNK, Calisthenics. MISS BERTHA LOUISE FEAGLEY, Secretary. E51 Primary Stories MY TULIP. THE RAIN. I planted a tulip. It has come up. The rain is good for the trees. The rain is good for the birds. I see green leaves on it. The rain is good for the howers. It is my plant. The rain is good for me. I hope the flower will be red. It cools me off. The sun win make it grow. GEORGE LONGSTRETH, Primary IV. I give it a drink each day. I love my tulip. MABEL POGUE, Primary IV. OUR CLUB. In school we have a little Club. All the room is in it. We have red, white, and blue badges. Before we get our badge, we must say a little pledge. Then we may have our badge. Every Friday we salute the flag. Our class one the banner in school. The end. JANE MCKAY, Primary III. E31 Primary Stories MY PUPPIE. Daddy brought me a French poodle. He came wrapped up in the machine robe. When he came, he had such cute tricks. He used to tickle my legs so that I laughed. I liked to see his little pink nose peeping out of the robe when he came. You can never guess where he slept. He slept behind the garbage can. Wasnit that a funny place? He came in 3. machine robe and Daddy took him away in a hat box. I was sorry to see him go. DAWSON BLACKMORE SHERIGK, Primary III. E71 ALFRED. Alfred is my little brother. He is three years old. He has big, brown eyes and light hair. He is round and fat. In winter he wears rompers and black shoes and White stockings. In summer he wears rompers and socks and slippers. Alfred likes toys. He likes toy automobiles and horses and wagons. He likes to see how they are made. Alfred likes to look at picture books, and to ride on the coaster. He has a bag of marbles, and he likes to play with them. I play with him sometimes. We play with dominoes sometimes. We have them for money. ANN SHEPHERD, Primary II. Primary III JANE ANDERSON .................. President Marj orie Albert J ane McKay Ruth Higley Alice Merrell Elsie Kidd Dawson Sherick E81 Primary IV Hildegard Ault Mabel Pogue Betty Breneman Russell Pogue Virginia Campbell Christine Ramsey Elizabeth Cassatt Betty J ane Reid Isabelle Hunt Maxwell Schmidlapp George Longstreth Drewry Putman Eleanor Martin Sophie Mason Primary I and II FRANCES SHINKLE. ..... President ANN SHEPHERD . . .. .. .. Vice-President WEBSTER HARRISON .. . .. Secretary Primary II Eleanor Rapp Ann Shepherd Margaret Ruan Ann Camilla Shinkle E91 Primary 1 Phyllis Albert Helen Edwards Anne Graydon Webster Harrison Mary Hinsch Elizabeth Hutton Bayard Kilgour Marjorie McAvoy Warren Perin Frances Shinkle Intermediate IV CLASS COLORS. . . ............. Ready and Gold CLASS FLOWER ..... Class Officers LOUISE CHASE HOLSTEIN.. ...7....President FLORENCE-BURNAM Class List Florence Burnam Dorothy Sebastian Olivia Cassatt Susan Jane Stanage Laura May Wilson Louise Chase Holstein Intermediate 1 CLASS COLORS. . . ............ Green and GQld CLASS FLOWER. . . Chas Officers ANN FIELD ..................... President KATHERINE GAquY POLLY PERKINS ........... . . . Vice-President JEAN GRAYDON '. . . Class List Martha Cooper Marie Louise Lent Ann Field Estelle Ficks Katherine Miller Katherine Garvey J ean Graydon Janet Wurlitzer I101 -, ..... American Bticmty .7 ........ . Secretary. . .Yellow Chrysanthemum ..... . . . Secremry ............ Treasurer Polly Perkins Grace Sternberger 111 Intermediate ll CLASS COLORS. . . . ....... Purple and Gold CLASS FLOWER. . . .Yellow and Purple Pansies Class Officers MARY HOWARD HAZEN. . . . . . ...... President HARRIET RAMSEY .......... . . Secretawy MARJORIE SHEPHERD . . . . . Vice-President MARGUERITE DUTTENHOFER ........ Treasure?- Class List Virginia Beckler Outram Hodgkinson Helen Ficks Harriet Ramsey Margaret Keplinger Ellen Behrens Isabelle Fisk Marj orie Shepherd Marguerite Duttenhofer Alice Pape May Louise Greene Paulina Stearns Mary Rosan Krippendorf J anet Enger Mary Howard Hazen Marianne Wurlitzer Intermediate 1 CLASS COLORS ............ .Brown and Gold! CLASS FLOWER. . . . . ,Yellow Chrysanthemum Class Officers MARIONIRAWSON .. ..... Pmsidem JANE DINSMORE .. ........... Secretary GUIDA MARX .. .. ....... Vice-Presz'dent BARBARA MCKAY .......... . .. . Treasurer Class List Betty Alter J osephine Livingood Frances Kemble Marion Rawson J ane Dinsmore Guida Marx Gretchen Kroger Mildred Ziegler Eleanor Herron Barbara McKay E121 U31 History of the Primaries LliJ Ll! .. + - Na Discovery and Exploration NE morning, very early, when the September sun was shining its brightest and the September birds were singing a last good- bye before they left for the Southlands, a little band of ex- plorers gathered together on the edge of a green wood. No doubt, some, who saw them there, did not know what an important expedition was going to take place; for these explorers were very different from the ordinary kind. They were not soldiers or sailors; in fact, they were not big strong men at all, but were tiny, diminu- tive people, so tiny indeed that one would hardly have believed them to be brave adventurers. The wood Which lay before them had a name. It was called the Forest of Learning. Each year, at about the same time, a party of tiny folk entered the wood. The country which they U41 left was called Homeland. Before the adven- turers left Homeland, they received the best of care. They never had to work, and they never had to decide questions for themselves, for they were always surrounded by guards, who were members of the ttrelative regiments? But in the ttForest of Learning? they found that every- thing was different. In the hrst place, each ex- plorer had to enter the wood alone; that is, none of the members of the relative regiment could be there. There was no one to tell which of the many paths to take, and so the adventurers, them- selves, had to choose and then go on until they discovered what was waiting for them at the end. Sometimes rivers had to be crossed, and often they were very broad. The first of these was called the River of Strangenessf It was after this stream had been crossed that the ad- venturers became really well acquainted. Up to that time they did not talk to one another very much, as many of them had never seen each other before they left the uHomeland. Sometimes the roads were so bad that the discoverers became very much discouraged. Then it was, that the two guides, Who had lived in the forest for a long time, helped them. The explorers loved the guides very much, and were happier When led, by them, a little way on the journey. And after a time, the adventurers learned to choose the best paths to take. And then they began to love the wood and to think that it was just as pleasant as the Homeland. And this is what happened each year. So when the signal was given on that Sepv tember morning in 1913, another band of di- minutive explorers entered the Forest of Learn- ingf They have not hnished their j ourney yet, but already the members of the relative regi- ment are anxiously waiting on the verge of the wood for their return. And, as they wait, they hope that the ways may not be too hard, and that the guides may lead the brave little folk safely over the rocky paths, and bring the tiny band of explorers, happy, and safe, and sound, through the ttForest of Learning. MARY BRADFORD LANDIS, 1914. H51 History of the lntermediates-Pioneer Days i. gt; Ssoonas Gen- , 1i: eral Marion ' Rawson was electedPresi- dent of the First Intermediate Regi- ment, he took active '-' turing the uLand of Learning!' The road to this land was long and difficult, and many troops had already be- come discouraged and had turned back. Only a few of the very courageous had ever succeeded in reaching it, and though they sent back word that it was a very fair and pleasant land, they warned the First Intermediates that the way was hard and dangerous. There were no trains or carriages, and the only mode of traveling was on foot. Wayfarers were in danger of being attacked by tribes of very fierce and barbarous savages. Some of the most terrible of these were the ttDontwanttolearns, the Crosspatchios, the HCarelessneee and the itForgotagetems. But President Rawson was not discouraged. On the contrary, the dangers only added to E161 his eagerness to start. He called Captain Jane Dinsmore and commanded him to prepare the troops for a long and perilous j ourney. Cap- tain Dinsmore was as enthusiastic as his supe- rior officer, and went at once to fulfill his orders. The exploring expedition started in Septem- ber, 1913. President Rawson went himself and personally superintended the arrangements. Being tall and broad-shouldered, with a serious and studious mind, he was thoroughly fitted to take charge of the expedition. Captain Jane Dinsmore, on the other hand, was a small, fair person, always on the go, rush- ing wildly through his ranks with a word of praise here, a sharp reprimand there. He de- lighted in exploring, and was always ready to start out on some new enterprise. Associated with him was Captain Mildred Ziegler. Being a very practical and reliable person, he was put in charge of the charts and the money to pay all traveling expenses. Making up the party, besides those already mentioned, were Lieutenants Gretchen Kroger and Barbara McKay, who, being very good fight- ers, were a great addition to the expedition; Corporal Eleanor Herron, a jovial man who was fond of playing tricks on the others; and Pri- vates Frances Kemble, Guida Marx, Betty A1- ter and Josephine Livingood, who all were men of great courage and spirit, and who looked fora ward with a warrior,s pride to the j ourney. The party had not gone very far before it was attacked by a little troop of savages called Dis- couragementos. This tribe of Indians was in the habit of fighting from behind trees and rocks, and of sneaking quietly through the woods in the tracks of a party and surprising it. So it was a great shock to the regiment, one morning, to find itself surrounded. The fighting began at once and waxed fast and furious. At first it ap- peared that the ttDiscouragementos,, had the ad- vantage, but the determination of the soldiers to win, put strength into their arms, and they finally conquered the savages after a long and b100dy contest. Occasionally they met other troops who had found the journey too hard and had turned back. They told terrible tales of suffering and said that every little while there were treacherous streams called ttTestsf, and one was likely to fail in crossing. Several soldiers of the First Intermediate Regiment wished to join those who had turned back; but they were finally per- suaded to continue toward the HLand of Learn- ing. As a general thing, the party was kept in good spirits by Lieutenant Gretchen Kreger and UN Corporal Eleanor Herron, who, being full of fun and fond of a good laugh, were continually making merriment among the company. De- spite the elforts of the troops to keep light- hearted, there were days when they felt like turning back, one and all. Only the visions of the fair green trees and blue skies in the llLand of Learning made them still press onward. About January 26th, a large canyon was reached, and the Company gazed at it blankly, for there was no bridge, and apparently the only way to cross it was first to climb down one steep side and then up the other. Then they re- membered that some of the travelers who had reached the Land of Learning had told about great chasms called ttExaminations, and the whole party realized that they had come to one of the two they had heard so much about. It took four or five days to get across; but al- though some of the party were very battered and bruised, they all crossed to the side nearer their goal. I can not tell you all the adventures, all the discouragements, all the pleasures, all the hard- ships, that this little band of soldiers went through, because it would fill a volume. I can only say that after the hard struggle, although many times some of the regiment were ready to turn back from sheer fatigue, they all stood to- gather at last on the brink of the final ttExami- nation ravine, in full sight of their Promised Land. There it lay, fair and green before them, but through the canyon Whirled a terrible river which had to be crossed before the Land of Learningtt was theirs. However, with one ac- cord, they threw themselves into the rushing waters and struggled to gain the opposite shore. Many would have given themselves up for lost, but the Vision of the lovely country spurred them on for one last effort, and finally they all clambered out on the banks, spent With exhaus- tion, but victorious. The ttLand of Learning was theirs! JOSEPHINE LYTLE LIVINGOOD, 1918. I181 J? . LIiJ .1? . A History of the Freshmen LBJ LBJ .JW t J'it'k. F ederal Supremacy and Reorganization of Government LO Ra! Raf for the Freshmen, Federalists! One day, at Congress, which meets every morning, King Carmichael of Seniorland, read aloud this announcement: tFOR THE FRESHMEN! 1 - All Freshmen ships must enter at Williamte port. If they go in at the Golden Gate of Knowledge, they will be stopped! 2 e A tax is declared on hairpins. 3 e No hair is to be elevated. tt4 - The Freshman Band, consisting of Messrs. Gal- vin and Rowe, will entertain the Seniors at recess. The next day as we came up to the entrance port, the Golden Gate of Knowledge, we were met by a SisteW ship who finally forced us to retreat to Williams port. When we did get in, our troops were divided, some believing in standing by the Consti- tution the Seniors had made, while the others, the Federalists, said, ttNixV That day at recess, a crowd of Federalists reached the piano first and kept the Constitutionaliste from playing tangoes, While we, the Feds, had two Drummer girls play that Chinese an- them, ttChopsticksP I191 Next day Mistress Natalie and Lady Clarissa came down from Cloaksville bearing the full glory of their hair on the tops of their heads. The Constitutionalists put up a fight against this, but we Feds guarded our heroines. At recess, the Feds and Cons were just getting het up, for our President had said we must agree, when a blow was given on the door. Let us in i cried the voice of King Carmichael. Finally the sentries opened the door and the Redcoats filed in. Clarissa and Natalie, ye are disobeying the law! Five minutes to take down your hair! If this order be not obeyed, trial in Seniorland I A gun on the iiSieterli ship then started to bark, but was silenced When a sail of the Kings flagship swept across her prow. We Feds were giving encouragement to our heroines; the Cons sternly bidding them take their hair down. Finally as their time was up, and their hair also, they were seized and dragged off by the tiJustisf, When they came back, they were minus all of their hairpins, and some of their good humor. That day, all of the Constitutionalists turned Federalist. The fourth day the Seniors were rather sur- prised when our President in Congress said, E201 iiWith the Generalis permission, I read this proclamation : ii To the Seniors e We take this light in good fun and will continue the combat in that spirit, 't The houSe nearly fell with ap- plause! I ! After this, we soon began to worry about our states. In 1912 Virginia seceded, now Fran- ciana and Miriamland have seceded also. Good- bye, fellow-states, do come back soon! Then the war of the upper C. P. S. filled our minds. General McLaren 0f the J unior troops led us. Our hrst fight was with the class below. At the very crisis of the battle, the General paused in the act of throwing the can- non ball. When the smoke on the field had cleared, we saw Captain Barnard supported on Lady Clarissaie arm, and unconscious from a horrible wound. I will mount Captain Barn- ardls charger? said the valiant Clarissa. We are glad to say Captain Barnard recovered in time to see us hoist our standard in victory. Next day, however, the Soph regiment, after a deadly battle, won, and their standard dis- placed ours. But, in the slightly misquoted words of Joseph Vance, It never will happen againiii HELEN MACDONALD, 1917. LU Pp A History of the Sophomores IHJ L131 J13. Jr . Secession and Civil War i NE of the stirring events of the National history by was the outbreak of the Sophomore war. The feeling of patriotism, and, second, the opposing w interests of the states, some favoring aristo- cratic, others, more democratic principles. The sessions in the House were no longer peaceful. Controversies arose which almost caused gfist fights among the Representatives. The President, in a quiet manner, tried to heal the breach, but, day by day, it grew wider. A heated political dispute caused one of the sunny states, ttVirginia? to quietly with- draw from the t'Unionf, Word reached the President immediately. The Senate and House were afire with curiosity and anger. News came later that a second state, Maryland? had seceded. A third and fourth followed. In three weeks the Union was dis- solved; and then the struggle began. The President held private meetings with the learned men of the locality. Different policies were suggested. National, as well as internal strife was waging. On the twenty-fourth day after the secession of the iirst state, a solution was found which would unite the dissevered states. Later in the Senate and House the compromise was signed. The actual fighting was over and the dismembered states now began to form a close union. LOUISE CHASE, 1916. I211 LuJ m History of the Junior Class LEI . Hm Internal Improvements OR the year nineteen fourteen, the House of Rep- .t .. resentatives, of the College Preparatory School, 6 consisted of ten members, everyone with her own particular talent. But, beside this personal talent, each member contributed to the talents of the mass. They were a busy mass, for, beside full daily programs, these members did much for improvement of themselves and the world of humanity outside. The iirst improvement attempted was one, I am sorry to say, for themselves. tPerhaps they needed it thenJ A ttBilI for Internal Improvement was presented to the House of Rep- resentatives on November 10th by Senator Howell. The Bill was a plan for buying the Senior C. P. S. ring in the Junior year. This bill, under the eloquence of Speaker Koehler, was passed almost unanimously. It was found, by the Constitu- tion, that Congress has the power to appropriate money for the general welfare of the country, at its own discretion, both as object and amount. Of course the House felt itself directly justified, then, in passing the Bill and lixing the amount. Ut was exorbitantJ However, the Bill went before the President and was vetoed. President Dohertyts reason was that she was disin- E221 clined to bind the Treasury tFatheH to any- thing beyond absolutely necessary expenses. However, the Bill was again passed, in a modi- fied form $5.7m and approved by the Presi- dent, who found her chief difficulty was to sat- isfy the mass of people. Thus ended the first improvement. Now, these ambitious Representatives, not satisfied with selfish improvement, proceeded to attempt national improvement. This im- provement was rightly called Dramatic Re- form? Many of the ethical problems of life are being worked out upon the stage today. In the vanguard of this reform march these members. Proof of this is shown in two of the plays produced that year. The flrst play was called The Ring. After this, a dainty little sketch, ttFans and Candlesticks, charmed the audience with polished eighteenth-century ro- mance. Thus ended the second improvement. Now, will you not agree that this was a worthy group? It takes years for some coun- tries to pass a ttBill of National Improvement. It is an equally stupendous task to attempt a Dramatic Reform. Yet, these members accom- plished these highly important tasks in the short space of a six-months, session. ELIZABETH SUYDAM, 1915. E231 History of the Senior Class A SENIOR- K E'B;U$ I243 E have now come to the last chapter in our history. Between this and g! the foregoing ages a marked line is a drawn, for this is an age of great - progress. What age has been so interested in annual reconstruction. 7 When have finances been in such splendid condition, and when has any age surpassed this one in basket- ball prowess? On September 29, 1913, an election was held. Party spirit ran high. The air was tense with excitement. Who would be elected? Votes were counted, and, t0 the sorrow of the majority, everyone received an office. The first business to come before the annual division of the new administration was that of raising funds. Money was needed, needed badly. With furrowed brow, Gus Forker mounted the stump. Her pleas and eloquence were over- powering. Ads and subscriptions poured in. The money side of the question being settled, material was needed for what is the good of an annual Without contents! uDoc Landis tedi- tori and ttNathaniePi Howe tart editori put their heads together. They demanded drawings and writings which they accepted or refused, as it suited their high-minded fancies. At last suiti- Age of Progress Election of September, 1913 Annual Raising Funds Literature and Art Annual Goes to Print cient material was gathered, and the annual went to print. During the year 1913-14, the Congress of Dress held a continuous session. ttSoap Mallon upheld the plain clothes cause with great vigor. In opposition to her were N. K., M. H. and D. B. tthe Fluffy RufHes CommitteeW. The debate For many weeks a storm had been threaten- name of ing. At last, on November 17, war was declared. Basket Ball That same day one of the fiercest battles in the annals of basket-ball was fought. With bold hearts, but trembling knees, the The Flghtfor valiant six entered the fray. The whistle blew. Supremacy The battle was on. The ball shot from right to Congress 01 Dress Victory 01' Frivollty Learning and Culture was long and heated, but, on going to vote, the Ruffles Committee had a Signal victory and frivolity reigned. It must not be thought that in this age of varying interests, no time was given to learning and culture. Indeed one has but to glance in the Senior room before the opening of the daily session to be convinced otherwise. There D. B., H. G. and B. C. madly turn pages in search of illusive facts. Helly Justis, who looks on with pitying smile, has not always been idle. Oh, no! She laid up vast stores of knowledge in her youth, Which now increase with but a gentle guiding touch here and there. left. Suddenly, through the clamor and din, caused by the onlookers, a faint Whistle was heard. This was a sign for the battle to end. However, two combatants, Sis C. and Ruth H., filled with the spirit of battle, would not die- continue, until reassured by the shouts, 'The Seniors have won! In reading the Senior chapter, one is easily convinced that their history is one of progress. At no time has annual reconstruction reached such a high point. Also the people of this age are masters of finance. And, finally, in the field of basket-ball, they are supreme. BEATRICE CARMICHAEL, 1914. Aw mug: QQW Now mg! g; Ww E253 The Class of 1917 Freshmen CLASS COLORS. . . . ........ Gold and White CLASS FLOWER ................ Shasta Daisy Class Officers DOROTHY ANDERSON ............. President DOROTHY HOLLOWAY ............ Secretary HELEN MACDONALD ......... Vice-President MARGARET ANDERSON ..... r. . . . . . . Treasurer Class List Margaret Anderson Dorothy Holloway . Madeleine Rowa- Dorothy Anderson Clara Loveland Hannah Shipley Alice Barnard Louise McLaren Clarissa Stem Julie Galvin Helen Macdonald Miriam Tate Worthington Harry Natalie Powell Ruth Wilson E251 I27J CLASS COLORS. . . . .Blue and Gold Class of 1916 Sophomores Class Officers CLASS FLOWER ..... .......... Yellow Rose MYRA LANGDON ............ President IRENE SEBASTIAN ..... . . Secretary VIRGINIA SUYDAM . . . ....... Vice-Presz'dent J EAN GUCKENBERGER ........... Treasurer Class List Louise Chase Oriel Camacho Ida Crothers Mary Forker Virginia Geier J ean Guckenberger Myra Langdon Dorothy Lyon Ann Palmer E231 Katherine Rogers Irene Sebastian Virginia Suydam Mary Waite I291 Class of 1915 Juniors CLASS COLORS. . .A . . 7 . . Green and White CLASS FLOWER . ..... ,. . . Mly-of-the-Valley Class Officers OLIVE KOEHLER .. ....... .. President ELIZABETH SUYDAM . . . . . Secretary JEAN BUTTERFIELp;. .. 2 .. Vice-President ELIZABETH GEST ., ...... .. Trewsmle'r Clgss List . Mildred quoks Elizabeth Gest' 75- JuliaMcLaI-En Jean .B'utterfield L'dujse Kinney .f , France's Pogue J eanette Ficks Olive Koehler Elizabeth Suydam ; Harriet Langdon ' E301 E311 iw ENEMH. ij ' You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue? VicePresident of the Senior Class. Senior Basket-Ball Team. Coach 1916 Basket-Ball Team. Orchestra. mm W cwmm mars; He'l- care was never to offend And every creature was her friemiff President of the Senior Class. Captain of the Senior Basket-Ball Team. Orchestra. E321 um mm Wm 3 My Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and law; an excellent thing in wo-piiaaf Secretary of the Senior Clasa. Rum mam 445$th mag As modest as am 811le pn'mrase And lien as fresh. Treasurer of the Senior Class. Senior Basket-Ball Team. ANNUAL Board. E331 MW 43ng A dainty little lady, and most sweet. CLYJQ mam mndm ta 1, 'WVhen I have anything to do, I go and do it. Business Manager of the ANNUAL. Business Manager of the Orchestra. E341 Ma.gg. Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair,- Like Twilight, too, her dusky hair. Senior Basket-Ball Team. ANNUAL Board. Orchestra. 9:ngMsmx 61AM Love darting eyes, and Wessex like the mom. E351 Tx'mm Hum 010m; unhmqagmx '3 $ and far the liberal arts Without a parallel, those being all my study. Art Editor of the ANNUAL. Orchestra. arm 3mg 9M; Camu '24:; though, in Cupid's college, she has spent Sweet days, a lovely graduate. Assistant Business Manager of the ANNUAL. Senior Baskethall Team. Orchestra. I351 Wm? 3,4 24? 1,464.6ng fEmy .- Flout 'em and scout 'em and scout km and flout 'em. Thought is free. Editor-in-Chief of the ANNUAL. Coach 1920 Basket-Ball Team. Orchestra. A dancing shape, am image gay, To haunt, to startle, cmd way-lay. Senior Basket-Ball Team. tan THE SCHOOL MILL E831 As Babies 1 - BEATRICE CARMICHAEL 7 HELEN GEIER 2 - GWENDOLYN CRAWFORD 8 MARJORIE HINSCH 3 NELLIE KNABE 9 - FRANCES HOWE 4 RUTH HATFIELD 10 - HELEN IRWIN J USTIS 5 - DOROTHY BARRETT 11 MARY BRADFORD LANDIS 6 AUGUSTA FORKER 12 -- SOPHIA BEADLE MALLON I391 .mr's denth was .eet wuuld be found to beta . 1 ha i AEBOPLANE ELOPEMEET JIBJ'Y part at the military equipme. Dragnet! mbel-x; a0 1-14 a . . - taut: n w mu Knov'vn Ctnclnnat1::::' .0 mss RUTH HATFIELD FINANC- D. rd NOTED s1 ' N- 1:; mopeswighhiga me INC; THE NEW EDUCATIONAL m- a an; GER HERE - Franc . . - ,M-Esi own FILM COMPANY m laurel. F 1mm mid , 0 3m, go, h 1: PPearanc - Cincinnalh. F u daughte' of 0 mo- '3 'CJ' Cinc' me o e ! I ,m. Dorothy Mane 381:; $11 of me most m, assay TheYoung L-dy Lung Interestcdinthe :35 r as: we'qu . Ociet Wn .CF L, 13 F: Banfm'h: society buds Ding: I ' Possible Good in th: ttMovias danixtrffd Voice miungjin listglfnloyedagre fgu '- 1' .. ' . . . I: Gmfmmg ed late yesterday 2 'evre. um Cmcmnah, 0., March 19. 1918.-sts er a armed 155 Mar 1; t9 the b at t'fea; mo; season. P P 1L5 Ft tn 9 to Who f ti y Brad; arm! -hom - an new Ian: 1 - The happy tau: e'Ruth HatEeld has been very active in fills the :8 eer i 115 City 91d Land?! lo ' r msuccessiul young 3' goth ueymoon in Cm getting the Educational Film Com- Rep. 11. may 3 emits 12 he:- 15. nd'lst 5' c Bug '. a u 1e will we an'k hart flagth W any'fmauced. Many years ago,whi1e gap? Her 1' b are as of the Into an 15. Hue 9,-1-1- cneP-air as they Wm la. a still aschool girl, she studied the many 1:, deg mu VOICE, of appeamd Countr 5210f 31V chk i mpiace m Place.- t I Led productions of the numerous Moving og' ha 31y, to thght forth e Wear! Cinmu'n gs IL :0 Of Picture Houses. At this early period, the 1: it '- Ede 1-811! o y a nes , iusta 3h MAD WOW she also tried to interest her classmates flag HS fr? If 15 n5 1?: Tmiplause- 3-13; mauGGI-ED V'NI'HI H. v e'e' in the good work. She has recently Ter ve In I 5? fromEd rSCbommatChtpeftf- Was Bewot ' OVN' ?oved by statistics to the Principal of Y0 baw udlaf'in Wh' Paul 31312311: with 95. Pen . the school she once attended, that a s: . 'th 1.1 'ChshEmlssS 0139,1331 PM W .112 Moving Picture Machine installed in the ' ade hf: innit? 343. mm school. would be of great assistance to CON 14 La um enough, ..In um uh the pupils and teacher5.-G. C. VE NT! 0 N C u; more be added u: on'eg. t I 5 to sheeg' M PLANS. '3' WELL KNOWN POLITICAL u FDRTY-FOUE HIMB m' Gt. What... e- ,, ....-F LEADE - rte W Ben, m eventually -. R MAKES FINE Earvhnt. In hive Re- .11 .' Duey's views on the proposition 8 is SPEECH knees. gmmem was closed. Even . wt S m of .MISS'AngSHl Furker's Sprech Senal- OCIAL EVENT I: new CLUB NOTES :1: . me . non of the Ensuing Campaign e Sda S a. 3:; Th T t l m. . . ' Y o . - 2 am 1 2:12: M:2bmkdgfsv-gzgednesdag Eight. 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M? am we H NEHIE Knabe sailed mt which M155 Hmlzxfxterested 1n bclilafhas to Q J as ' been 3:5, 5 Is has long . me 135.: two 3'8 yesterday. with a nu he African Jungles. hlVe terested in the con- AC0: u: in party of friends, for t three Slug: has been long in Mc- dmous in this far I 5 t ditions m m? ml on h9- py P515 ; re The in Is ed h . . , iway country and is qu, amgclpatmg her arnvaI there witih great :3? .3310 m exmtement. Many yearsago shewatched is met whlgible pm throwcgrgmlatiuns an n . - ' can of comma d5 3am m h it Erien at :3: $32k well came I WILL MEET WEDBFESDEYU rn with interest the adventures of the r d haPPiueE'i- G ' iv all known HKathlyn of the Jungles, w -G.C. ' LECTURE CLUB To MEET. $3 Lecturg Club will celebrate C M-day at the PH nf 011:- I 1333511353,? 3:35 HenriettgsJiichbshor'mqg: a-t 1 41,13 . -51 ' GRACE MORGAN . . Doris Hayes Ragers Julia Anderson The Alumnae Officers . . . ........ President HELEN GEIER Executive Board Grace Grimm Active Members Corinne Lawson EMILY WOODALL ...... . . . . . Vice-President . Secre tcw'y-Tre asurer Honorary Members Miss Dohertf Miss Jeah Howell Miss Anna angenbeck Miss E. Louise Hunt Miss Clara Langenbeck Associate Members Harriet Blackburn Mildred D. Chase Margaret Clark Marianne Clark Adele Cam bell Lilian Crot ers Alma Davidson Helen Dominick Dorothy Donough Dorothy L. Dundan Ruth Crothers Eaton ters. Chester Eatorn Ange Faran Helen M. Geier Katharine Glascock Catherine Sherred Godley J ane R. Grimth Grace Grimm Winifred Goodall Charlotte Healy Mary K. Herbert Madeline Hicks Helen Holmes Dorothy Kellogg Helen Kinsey Imogen Kinsey Helen A. Kroger Lucile Kroger Marie Louise Kupferschmid Angeline Loveland Virginia Bell Lyons Mrs. W. L. Lyons, JrJ Mary Mallon Ethel McCullough J ennie Moft'ett Grace Morgan Frances Aline Moore Emelie S. Osmond Mrs. A. E. OsmonM Louise Root Gwendolyn Rawson Janet W. Rhodes Doris Hayes Rogers J ean Sattler Adelaide Singleton Ruth Kinsey Schmuck Mrs. T. K. Schmucld Marion Gaulding Staley Mrs. W. B. Stale30 Margaret Louise Tangeman Barbara Thrasher Corinne Thrasher Ruth Thrasher Margaret Titus Charlotte Shipley Toe Water Mrs. G. M. Toe Water? Louise Williams E441 Dorothy Abbott Gertrude Ayres Louise Ayres Margaret Maury Alter Mrs. Robert Alter Mary Bates Natalie Breed Bosworth Mrs. C. W. Boswortm Anne Rothier Ditmars ; Mrs. John A Ditmarsg Frances Ebersole Amy Ferris Elaine Carew Flach Mrs. F. J. Flacl'U Louise Buchwalter Foerster Mrs. H. C. Foerster Rachael Gallagher Dorothy Hill Anna. Louise Irwin Louise Maddox Kinney Mrs. J. M. Kinnew Louise Allen Knapp Mrs. W. J. Knapm Mary Laidley Margaret Marfield Anne Sykes . Elizabeth Bishop Thomas Mrs. W. H. ThomasJ Virginia Martin Warner IIMrs. John Wamer Au$sta Clark Warrener rs. H. W. Warrenelj Katharine Clark West lers. C. H. Wesw Emily Woodall Florence Woodmansee Engagements Emily Woodall and Polk Laifoon. Barbara Thrasher and George Frederick Dittmann. Gertrude Ayres and Pelharn H. Blossom. Grace Morgan and Harrington Green. Marriages Rebekah Schultze and Guy Emery Shipler, May 13, 1913. Marian Ada Gaulding and William Booth Staley, September 16, 1913. Elizabeth Henriette Bishop and William Howard Thomas, November 8,1913. Lucile Muhlberg and Charles Eisenmenger, November 11, 1913. Charlotte Louise Shipley and George Myers Toe Water, November 12, 1913. Ruth Kinsey and Thomas Kirby Schmuck, December 25, 1913. Caroline Virginia Bell and William Lee Lyons, J12, J anuary 3, 1914. Charlotte Frances Rowe and Edward Mailler Radway, February 7, 1914. E451 Alumnae Notes and News of Old Girlsii Mildred Chase is enthusiastic over the Home Economics? course, which she is taking at the University of Cincinnati. Our flat is the most adorable thing you ever saw? she says, hand it surely is fun to run to the grocery every time you want an egg or anything like that. J anet Rhodes brings home startling reports from Miss Bennettis school. The temperature in the rooms is never allowed to go above forty degrees? she says. tiNo, we don't wear coats. It did seem rather chilly at first, but now, When I get home, I feel as though Pd suffocate. Mary Mallon, in her Junior year at Vassar, has made Miss Doherty and the whole school very proud by making Phi Beta Kappa. She has also been appointed editor-in-chief of the itMiscellany. Three cheers for Mary!!! Martha Shipley writes from the Misses Ship- leyis School: tiMy roommate is a dear and I adore her. Last Tuesday night the new girls were hazed. I am still alive and nothing ter rible happened. I am crazy about the place. Now, dont think that an expression because in my case it is the truth. Ange Faran, Corinne Lawson and Helen Holmes are among the C. P. S. girls Who have made their debut this winter. Spurning the frivolities of society, Helen returned to Bryn i461 Mawr after the gayeties of the Christmas holi- days. Ruth Enger and Mariette Allen are also en- joying the frigid climate at Miss Bennettis. Mary Herbert, at the University of Wiscon- sin, has been cast for the principal role in a French play. Acceptez nos congratulations, Marie! Grace Grimm has been spending the winter in the East. Angeline Loveland is as enthusiastic as ever about Wellesley. In her estimation, it is the most wonderful place on earth. Madeline Hicks was not in the fire at Wel- lesley, but arriving home on this account, she told the story of the bravery of the fire brigade to many appreciative listeners at C. P. S. Margaret Tangeman comes home from Vas- sar at Easter with the joyful tidings that she has not written more than three English themes in class. We are all going to Vassar next year. The highest honor in English at Bryn Mawr was awarded to Winifred Goodall, Bryn Mawr, 1914. Miss Thomas said: This honor goes to Cincinnati, Ohio, to a girl prepared at Miss Dohertyis school. Our honors are thick upon us! Executive Board SENIORS. BEATRICE CARMICHAEL, President. GWENDOLYN CRAWFORD, Vice-Presz'dent. NELLIE KNABE, Secretary. RUTH HATFIELD, Treaswer. J UN IORS. OLIVE KOEHLER, President. J EAN BUTTERFIELD, Vice-P'resz'dent. ELIZABETH SUYDAM, SGCTetCWy. ELIZABETH GEST, Treasurer. SOPHOMORES. MYRA LANGDON, President. VIRGINIA SUYDAM, Vice-President. IRENE SEBASTIAN, Secretary. JEAN GUCKENBERGER, Treasurer. I471 FRESHMEN. DOROTHY ANDERSON, President. HELEN MACDONALD, Vice-President. DOROTHY HOLLOWAY, Secretary. MARGARET ANDERSON, TTeasure'r. INTERMEDIATE I. MARION RAWSON, President. GUIDA MARX, Vice-President. JANE DINSMORE, Secretary. BARBARA MCKAY, Treasurer. INTERMEDIATE II. MARY HAZEN, President. MARJORIE SHEPHERD, Vice-President. HARRIET RAMSEY, Secretary. MARGUERITE DUTTENHOFER, Treasurer. SEPTEMBER, 1913. September 26 - Back to the greasy grind! We are not sure whether we are glad or sorry! If we are glad, it's rather safe to say that we won't be so jubilant in two or three weeks, when lessons pile up as high as the Tower of Babel! But then e why worry? September 29-Things still generally mixed up. Janet Rhodes, in all the glory of being an alumna, returns to announce that the An- nual Debt has been paid, and there,s some money left over to start with this year! Many thanks! September SOeCrackers and milk are devoured ravenously at recess in spite of the fact that everyone Ioathedit them at the end of last year. OCTOBER, 1913. October 2 e The novelty of school is beginning to wear off. October 3 e The first demerit given today. This cruel faculty! Can they not realize that we PM are fresh from summer resorts and can not stand tongue-curbing rules? October 6 e One of the Freshmen spends an en- joyable afternoon with her Senior hostesses. October 7 e The valiant Freshmen slip through the front door-when iiSis C. tour Sher- lock Holmest is not there. October 10-Freshmen are getting tired of going in by the back door. The one Fresh- man who wears her hair up lives in fear and trembling. October 13 u Whois superstitious ? October 14 e The school greatly worried e Miss Hunt has not yet delivered her annual Hhealth lecture? What has happened? October 20- iiCow-crackers still prevalent! Ginger snaps have not yet put in their ap- pearance. Please, somebody hint gently to William! October 22 - The ring-man comes with Sen- ior rings! Oh, that we all were Seniors! October 24--Annual dedication announced! Squeaks of excitement everywhere heard! School slogan, ttof course, we shall get it? October 28--Miss Goldsmith leaves for an Euro- pean tour. We all wish her Bon Voyage? October 29-We have a new secretary! A lovely, fluffy friend of our adored Miss Wanger! NOVEMBER, 1913. November 7 hFirst game of the tournament between Intermediate I and II. The school kneels ensemblett to mark the lines in the Gym. tFor score, see nAthleticst November 8 - In all garbs, from those of the Gold Dust Twins to the Mayor of Spotless Town, the girls throng t0 the advertisement party given for the Freshmen. A. Palmerts candy an instant success! Tres Moutarde worked overtime. November 9e tSundayJ Oh, Why did I eat so much candy at the party? If I ever see another plate of ice cream - Just one result of the party. November 11 e General desire to mob the busi- ness manager of the Annual. tPay day for Christmas noveltiesJ I501 November 12 e Second game of tournament played. Contestants, Intermediate I and Col- lege III. Kneeling army of chalk mark- ers still with us. tFor score, see Athlet- ichU November 13 -- Another tournament game be- tween College IV and College III. Now we know Why the Sophs think 13 is their un- lucky number. tFor score, see Athleticst November 14- Semi-flnal game between Col- lege I and College IV. The battle rages on; o'er the field shouts of triumph are mingled with the thud of falling bodies. Yes, the Seniors won. tFor score, see AthleticsKU November 17 --Who can study when the final game is scheduled for 2.15? The Juniors' husky warriors appear in gay colors, urged on by some three score and ten FD howling routers. With modesty and no loud herald- ing, the Seniors take their places. Their rooters are few but true. The Gym resounds and echoes With lusty shrieks and the beat- ing of dish pans. It is ended. B. Carmichael receives the silver cup and H. Langdon hugs a huge box of candy. We are sorry for the Juniors, they are good gsports. But the Seniors are certainly worthy to wear the noble letters, 0. P. S. November 18 e General settling down after the tournament. November 29 - Several girls were rude at lun- cheon and were reproved! November 30 - Several girls were rude at lun- cheon and were reproved! DECEMBER, 1913. December 5 - We are wondering now if Gold- smith had in mind some precious Miss Raitt when he enlarged upon the schoolmaster with the small head and large brains. A'ny old time between December sixth and eighteenth, rehearsals for the Christmas play H itChristmas comes but once a year, And When it comes it brings good cheer. December 10 - Miss Doherty is swamped with requests for excuse from Study Hall, and, like the office boy's baseball season excuse of a grandmother's funeral, the girls! 310- gan is Christmas Shopping. December 15 - Oh, dear, how we count the days! Talk about ttTime's Leaden Wings h '3, December 16e Only one day more! Even the gravest digsii smile at barely passingf' r1Fiftyti brings carefree grins instead of I511 large weeps. 0h joy! 0h bliss! No school for two weeks. December 17 eAt six p. m. Miss Doherty was seen wending her way homeward! iiShe hoated, a dreary wreck. But at any rate, the Gym is finally decorated for the festive marrow. December 18 - The Christmas Play! Oh Lolly- pops and Candy Canes! Oh Teddy Bears and Jumping Jacksl! 0h Santa Claus and the Christmas D011!.I Oh Wabhling Tapers and Shapeless Bellsli Oh wonderful tteats ! ! Be merciful to this ! Coherent writing is im- possible!!! December 19 to J anuary 5 e Everyone celebrat- ing elsewhere than at the C. P. S. Windows are barred, shutters are closed! The school is deserted! JANUARY, 1914. January 5 e Down to earth with a thud. J anuary 6 e The teachers gently t ?1 remind us that examsH come this month, and our memories of the dansants have left no scrap of Latin Prose. J anuary 10 e Why is it that we cantt study for review. Surely, it is not a lingering of Christmas festivities. January 18-Day before exams!!t All this evening will be spent in furbishing up our blackest dresses and crepe veils! January 19 e Gloom! January 20 e More glooml! January 21 e Still more gloom ! !! J anuary 22 - Total eclipse 1 E ! E January 31 eFerewell, 0! month of deepest tragedy! FEBRUARY, 1914. February IeOh, blessed short month! ruar'y, how we do love thee! February 7 e Everyone is tortured by the pa- triotic wails that issue from the Gym. The Choral Class is practicing for their convo- cation! February 14 e The spirit of St. Valentine in- habited the school. Tender missives were passed around, often accompanied by shy blushes. From the contents of these missives one might believe that C. P. S. was composed of divine creatures itwho look not like the in- habitants of eart . What could be more titting than the charming playlets, The Ring and ttThe Candlestick, given by that ever-romantic class, the J uniors? The Gym re-echoed With applause which was well de- Feb- 521 served by these fair ladies and glorious knights. February 16 e Mlle. Nonnez was greeted in the reception room by the loving remark, Why, my dear, I didnt know you were a Senior here? February 19 - Miss Hunt remarks that you have only yourself to blame if you contract a cold. Store this for future use. February 22 m- Washingtonts Birthday! A few faithfuls arrive at school ta very few faith- fuls, to be exacty . But they are kindly dis- missed tto quote Miss Dohertyy Hso they can get home before the cars stop. Chorus of thank youys. Little drops of water, Little freezing blast, Make the little snowflakes That send us home at last! tN. B.- Have a heart! Dorft blame us! Blame the Editor -she composed it. S. O. S. D February 25 - Miss Hunt has a cold. See un- der February 19. tAhaD February 30 -ttPardon we ! A mere slip. MARCH, 1914. March 1- Sister is still patting her face! tQuestion: Why not her backiU March 3 e- Tuesdays in March. BangII Pop E I! Fizzle!! Do not be alarmed! They are merely taking pictures for the Annual! March 5 to 11 e Following in the footsteps of Luke McLuke, the Calendar Editors acquire a case U mean two cases1 of nLa Grippe. Excuse the chasm! March 12 and 13 1. Still weak and wobbly from 2L3. Grippe. No good news. March 21 1 tSaturdayJ The Seniors enter- tain the J uniors at Disraeli. March 23eD. Holloway comes to school ex- pressly to deliver lectures on brother Clar- ence. tWilling audienceJ March 27 1 Bob2 and ttBettytt take a trip to the nNixie and Pixie Land. ttMother Foxtt tries to steal the ttMousef, the Cocktt and the 1'Little Red Hen? much to the delight of one small foxling Who stands against the wall and wriggles her ears and flaps her tail at the audience. Annual dedication also an- nounced and banners awarded. Small fox president paddles in, much to the delight of the audience, to receive her banner. tCheer up! What do we know about ttanimalcu- lums ?'0 E531 APRIL, 1914. April 1 e Helen Geier gets a demerit! We have ginger-snaps instead of grahams! The bells are shortened to fifteen minutes! We have a fire drill! The Freshmen are angelic! We have fried chicken for luncheon! Miss Doherty announces there Will he no hnals! Glimpse the date! tHe! Hen A-pril 4eJuniors entertain the Seniors with progressive luncheon and the dansant. April 7 1 We write this. April 20 1 The Annual goes to print. Oh, per- fect day! MAY, 1914. May 1 --All the Sophomores chant, ttCall me early, mother, dear,n or something like that. Not because they are to be queens of the May, but because they have a convocation. May 26 - Exams start for the Seniors. May 29 e The school ensemble chants ttGood- bye, everybody? to the Seniors. JUNE, 1914. June 4 1 Miss Doherty entertains for the Sen- iors. J une 6 e Commencement at the Womants Club! J une 13 1 The Alumnae entertain their new sisters. Once more the cold of winter hides, Once more the brilliant sun Of Spring, above the meadows rides, And smiles on brooks that run. Beyond the hedge, the green grass lies; Beyond the vale of green, The blue, blue Waves both fall and rise, Beneath the golden sheen. E541 High, high, above the meadows wide, And through the skies so blue -- The robins, crows and thrushes ride, And sing their songs to you. Again the howers begin to bloom; The leaves begin to ope; The spring is here; there is no gloom, But all the world is hope. ELIZABETH GEST, 1915. E551 The Advertisement Party 0 the rather indefinite invitations issued by the Seniors t0 the No- vember School Party, a great num- ber responded and enj oyed a very unusual Saturday afternoon. It was unusual in the fact that the guests mas- queraded as advertisements. Here and there, among the motley crowd, might be seen several brunette gentlemen with Cream of Wheat boxes under their arms. These gave a dash of tropical color to the scene. Spotless Town was there in full array, and a decided fondness was evinced for Old Dutch Cleanser, which found expression in many different versions of the original. Nor were the many cigarette ads overlooked, for a fierce-looking Turk, with a bath towel about his head, paraded with a languid Fatima, wav- ing a large fan, and carrying a. bona-fide cigar- ette in her hand. But the belle 0f the hall, or I should rather say, belles of the ball, were the Gold Dust Twins. Now, this welI-known, old, and honorable advertisement had been scorned by many, who, fearing to meet their doubles at every turn, had chosen other subj ects. As a re- sult there was only one set of twins. The games, that the fertile minds of the Sen- E531 iors had invented, proved very novel. One in particular was unusual. This consisted of plac- ing a round can before each of the kneeling con- testants and requiring them to roll it to the far side of the room with their noses. The one that got there first received the can as a prize. Much amusement was afforded by the groaning par- ticipants of the game. By the time refreshments were announced, everyone was quite ready to partake of them. While the advertisements were eating and en- joying themselves, there had been some trouble among the j udges in deciding upon the best cos- tume. Finally, five of the 'tadsu were chosen - the Gold Dust Twins, two quaint Rogerts Silver Girls and an Indian maiden with a Capps Indian blanket about her. These five stood in a row and drew for the prize. It so happened that Mildred Brooks, one of the Roger's Silver La- dies, was the lucky winner. When the interest- ing package she received was opened, it proved to be nothing more nor less than a fat celluloid Kewpie, which smiled a j oyous good-night to the merry throng of advertisements that crowded about it. DOROTHY LYON, 1916. Monday Morning A Tragedy I came to school last Monday morn, tThose Mondays I detesti I only had one lesson done, Had yet to do the rest. I went into the Senior room And heard on every side: I simply can not learn that Burke, Although I truly tried? I sat me down with Vergil dear, I vainly tore my hair, And at the same time tried to learn To make a circle square. The noise was truly terrible, With not one word of sense, They were discussing everything From one-steps down to rents. I heard some whispers from afar, It sounded j ust like this : II saw him'ia-hDid you? e Were you there? Its one thing you cant miss. Oh, have you seen that lovely dip ? I heard one Senior say, You go four steps and then you turn e Iill teach you it some day. I tried to hear what each one said, It seemed a steady yell, The shrieking went on ceaselessly -- One minute till the hell! I stopped my ears, I set my teeth, And tried to concentrate; I could not think of anything - I knew it was too late. I only had some iifty lines 01 Vergil yet to do, Twenty lines of Burke to learn, And French translation, too. Then suddenly that awful bell Brought silence in the room, I almost fainted dead away, That bell had sealed my doom! The marks I got that Monday morn Will tell the story plain; This is my motto evermore: It neier will be again? AUGUSTA FORKER, 1914. I571 The Irony of F ate OW, Val, don't make a goose of .5- yourself over this stranger. In V the first place, you don,t know any- 1 7. thing about him, and you know how he refuses to mingle with the peo- And, Valerie, dear, continued Virginia Stantan, earnestly, you know these awful stories that are being told about him. If your Aunt Eliza were home, you would not see as much of him as you do. nVirginia Stantan, you make me tired. The people in this town are nothing but busybodies. They are all just jealous because he wont pay any attention to them. The last stranger in this old town went home six months ago, and then it was only old Mrs. Benson, and now that an interesting stranger has come, I'm not going to run in the other direction! But, J inny, you will admit he,s handsome. He is my Byron! Wouldntt you know he was a 'Blighted Being' with a dark past! He is so haughty and has such piercing eyes. My Byron Pt E581 But, Val, Why do you call Mr. Carver yam- Byron? Pm sure he has not paid you very much attention. Oh, Jinny, you don't understand? said Va- lerie Wentworth, impatiently. ttIt is the little things that count. Cart I tell by the way he looks at me that he loves me? And doesnt he come to see us most every Wednesday night? And you know thatts more than he does to any- one else, she added trimphantly. ttWell, Val, P11 take your word for it? laughed Virginia. Come on, lets go to the fair and meet your grandfather. When the two girls reached the fair grounds, they began to look for Valeriets grandfather. Suddenly Valerie called out, Oh, Jinny, therets granddaddy on the other side of the track. Let's get over there before the horses come. Suiting her action to her word, Valerie darted across the track. At that moment a race horse dashed up the track, and, although the rider pulled hard on the reins, he could not stop the horse. Valerie was half way across the track. Confused by the cries of the people, she stood helpless in the middle of the road with the horse not ten feet from her. At that moment, some- one dashed out of the crowd, seized the girl and pulled her across the track, just as the horse galloped by. The hero of the day proved to be the much-talked-of visitor in the village. Amidst the cheering of the people, he carried Valerie to an open space on the grass. Valerie opened her eyes and saw the handsome stranger bend- ing over her. ttMy Byron, she breathed. After she had fully recovered, Mr. Carver helped Valerie to a seat beneath a tree. As in a dream, she heard Virginiefs whispered warn- ing, Oh, Valerie, what will your Aunt Eliza 8213;? Having rid themselves of the crowd, Mr. Car- ver turned to Valerie and said in a low voice, Miss Wentworth, I want to tell you something. I hope you will be pleased. HYes, Mr. Carver, murmured Valerie. 0h, now? she thought, the is going to tell me he loves me. You see, continued Mr. Carver, I think you should be told among the first. You know, I suppose, that 15m a widower, and I do hope you Will love my little children. But this is what I'm going to tell you. Pm going to marry your Aunt Eliza. Wontt you call me Uncle Josh? RUTH HATFIELD, 1914. E591 O'er the world reigned peace and silence, Twas the springtime of the year, Happiness and love and glory Filled all hearts, both far and near. In this lovely time. when sunshine Never was allowed to fade, Jupiter, the king of Heaven, For mankind the woman made. The first woman, called Pandora, Came to live on this fair earth, Came to live with Epimetheus In the garden, shared his mirth. But the king, from Mt. Olympus, Viewed this age of love and health ; Vowed that all mankind should suffer From disease, and greed for wealth. Made a wooden box, and in it Put all sin, and every ill; Gave it to his winged servant, Telling him that itwas his Will. E601 This he left With Epimetheus, Warning him to leave it there, Not to open it, or touch it e Warned him with the greatest care. But Pandora, always curious, Wandered in and Viewed the box; How she wished to see the contents! Would Zeus care? There were no locks! Then a voice, both faint and weary, Came to her, she knew not whence, Soon grew stronger, it was crying, t'Oh, Pandora, take us hence I Filled with wonder and amazement, Poor Pandora heaved a sigh; Pulled the knot, and tried, but vainly, For the knot would not untie. But as she was j ust arising, Golden cord and knot ga've way e Seeing this, the brave Pandora Raised the lid without delay. From the chest, some winged creatures, In the shape of bumble bees, Flew and stung the frightened woman, And inflicted a disease. Then Pandora heard a second Faint, but gentle little sound ; And it said, Oh, dear Pandora, Free me, and I'll heal your woundW This was Hope, who came to heal her, For when J upiter, the king, Made the hardships and the evil, Thought What sorrow they would bring, He put Hope down in the bottom 0f the large and heavy chest; Put her there to heal the illness, Put Hope there to give man rest. Thus the story of Pandora; And this tale you should believe, For it answers to our story Of the apple, and Adam and Eve. HARRIET RAMSEY, 1919. L611 GRESIDENT LORD of Dartmouth College was very fond of plump chickens for his Thanksgiving din- ;q He bought some every year, gas! a few weeks ahead of time, and fattened them. One year he purchased some especially tempting ones, so tempting, in fact, that four of the students planned to steal them for their own Thanksgiving dinners. So it happened that on a dark, moonless night, shortly before Thanksgiving, these young men crept softly across the Presidentls lawn to his chicken house. One drew from under his coat a large bag. Thinking of the surprise and dis- appointment in store for Prexy when he found his chickens gone, they all grinned joy- fully. One boy remained outside While the others went into the chicken house. Jack, the leader, handed the bag to his next- door neighbor and began to catch chickens. First, he got an old rooster, and observed, as he put it into the bag, Here goes Prexy! Now I'll U321 get Mrs. Prexy and some little Prexies. The stifled laughter that followed this remark was soon quieted by the sound of the danger signal from the sentinel outside. Instantly, they all rushed off in diiferent directions. Later, by agreement, they met at the home of a Mrs. Mur- phy, Who was going to cook the chickens. When they came together they Were much disappointed and surprised to find no one had the chickens. The loss of the bag of chickens caused the boys great anxiety. In the first place, they could not explain what had become of the bag; some- one must have it, and perhaps he knew What they had done that night. If President Lord should find out Who had tried to steal his chick- ens, what would happen to the four culprits? Their parents might be told; they might be called before the faculty; they might be sus- pended or even expelled! The future looked dark to them as they went to their rooms that night. After a time, however, as no one men- tioned the expedition, they began to feel safe. It was the custom, at that time, for the faculty to ask to Christmas dinner students Who could not go home for the holidays. Thus it happened that our four friends met in the Presidentts par- lor on Christmas Day. Dinner was announced. President Lord and his wife led the way to the dining-room. After the President had said grace, soup was served. Then a platter of roasted chickens was placed before him, to carve. The President pushed back his chair, slowly arose, and, taking up the carving knife and fork, turned to Jack, and, smiling, asked, ttWill you have a piece of Mr. Prexy, Mrs. Prexy, or one of the little Prexiestw The boys afterwards learned that the Presi- dent had been informed of their plan, had been in the chicken house on the eventful night, and, moreover, had been the one to hold the bag. CLARA LOVELAND, 1917. I531 Reeling and Writhing and F ainting in Coils Breezy, ticklish ragtime calls, First they take four steps ahead, Lads grab some pert lassie. So far very stately. Dancing on them never palls, Suddenly the girl drops dead. In this time called ttClassyP tSeemed quite well j ust latelyD She revives! She spins away! Skipping, dipping, sliding, They were more formal in my day, And yet I like this ttgliding. ELIZABETH SUYDAM, 1915. Limericks There,s a girl in this school nicknamed Soap? Another young lass named Irene Who surely can pour forth the dope ; Is a fitting example of spleen ; When in class shets reciting, For she never does smile, Itts really exciting, But mourns all the while; Till she stops-forMissHowelPs pulled the rope! Maybe thatts why shes tttreated so mean. Therets .one whom we all know as Brooks, Who so loathes the sight of mathtt books, That I'm sure her ire Would burn them in fire Were it not for Miss Newton's kind looks. HARRIET LANGDON, 1915. E541 E651 Sister Spills the Salad Our luncheon came off With a zip, boom, bah, But, sure enough, hSis made a deadly faux pas; We arrived at the house where the salad course came hWhat happened to Sis, to relate is a shame 0 While engaged with Miss Howell in sweet tiete-a-tfete, She was juggling her coffee and gay salad plate; When suddenly, out of a clear, serene sky, hSis seemed in distress and uttered a cry. All eyes immediately turned Sisterhs way, Was Sister fussed? Well, I should say! By some strange adventure or other mishap, Her salad slipped to the hoor with 21 113p. She held 011, like grim death, to the rim of her plate, But for the salad h alas! htwas too late, She spilled it all over herself and Miss Howell, Then followed a rush for water and towel. JEANETTE FICKS, 1915. E661 The Remodeling of Alicia - a gloomy, rainy afternoon in late W August, the two girls and I, who ' churnmed together, were sitting in the hotel ofIice, longing for some- 3 thing to do. Suddenly we heard a loud chugging of motors and chattering of voices outside, and a party, consisting of a lady, a gentleman, a girl about our age, and five ser- vants, came in. The girl was rather queerly dressed for a rainy motor trip, in a satin coat and hood, high-heeled satin shoes, and long, tight skirts. Her hair was frizzed in wispy curls, and her face was coated with liquid powder. We didntt notice her particularly then, but we did the next morning when we were waiting for our mail. She sailed up in a satin and lace morn- ing dress and calmly introduced herself in a high tWangy voice as, nMiss Alicia Van Stump. thre you '2 For the next two days we were nice to her, then we began to dodge her. She was typically ttnouveau riche, and she jangled our nerves. One afternoon we slipped away from her, by the lower porch, and flew for the rocks. We had barely got comfortably settled when Alicia lounged into eight around the bend in the road. She was horribly overdressed as usual, and care E571 ried her little silver bottle of liquid powder, for poah deah Alicia, does freckle so.n We waited breathless, hoping she would pass by, but oh, no! She knew where she was bound and she went. She seemed to know perfectly well where we were, for she came right on, straight to our comfy niche. Still we hoped against hope that she wouldntt see us, but no such luck! Down she plumped, right at our feet, helped herself liberally t0 the box of candy we had brought along, and burst out: Girls, for Mikets sake, tell your Aunt Alicia whatts the matter! Why are you so dinged mean to me? Why are you always running away from me? I call it darn mean! Well, we were dumfounded for a minute, then I looked her straight in the eyes and said, ttAlieia, we can't help being mean to you. You make us. You ask us frankly what the trouble is, so 111 tell you. We dontt like your clothes, or hair, or liquid powder, and most of all, we donWt like your manners W Alicia gave us one long look, and then burst into a torrent of tears. We all bent over her shaking body. itDonlt cry, Alicia, we urged. Would you like us to-er-re-er-model you ? She looked up through streaks of tears and messy, gooey liquid powder. ltOh! would you really ? she blubbered. thh, I wish, I wish you would Pi Well, we were in for some fun. The next morning we all went to town in J ulia's big auto. We had decided to have Alicia make her re- modeled debut at the Annual Hotel Ball, which was to come off that night. We certainly would have to get busy. We bought low-heeled, white slippers, ribbons, barrettes, yards of white chiffon with which we were going to cover one of Aliciais quietest dresses, and lots of other little things. tMr. Van Stump footed the billsJ Then, after a soda at Barkerls, we went back to the hotel and had luncheon. After luncheon we went up into Alicia's rooms and began the remodeling process. Her simplest dress was ripped up, partially made over, and veiled with the chiffon, by Katheryne, with the help of Aliciais maid, Hortense. Julia sham- pooed Alicia,s hair, and when finished, it was soft, fluffy and altogether lovely. Then I took a hand and steamed her face, to remove the evi- dence of long usage of cheap cold cream and liquid powders. When she emerged from the E631 steam she was really pretty, for she had rather good features, her skin was soft, and excitement gave a lovely pink tinge to her cheeks. Then we left her in Hortensels careful hands for a much- needed nap, while we went to begin our own toilets, for they had momentarily lapsed into minor importance in the excitement of remodel- ing Alicia. After dinner, which was eaten in great haste, we flew up to Alicials rooms again to put on the iinal touches. There we directed Hortense to dress her all but her gown. Then we gave her over to J ulia to have her hair fixed. Julia was a star at such things, and when she finally lin- ished, Alicials locks looked too chic for words. Then we slipped onher dress, which was Simple, but very becoming; dusted her nose, just a tiny bit, with a smitch of powder, where the tip re- flected the lights a trifle too much, and then all three began drilling her in her manners, her parts of speech, and her tones of voice. When all was ready, we started her into her gloves, and she took an old-fashioned, paper-frilled bou- quet of white roses lalso furnished by Mr. Van Stumpl, and all four of us, with the all-white clad Alicia between us, started down to the ball- room. We had made the boys promise beforehand that they would be nice to her, so as soon as we got into the room they came over to ask for dances. It was positively comical to see them heroically steer over toward Alicia, looking like martyrs, till they suddenly saw her, and then, after getting a dance, go away content and even smiling, quite reconciled to their fate. She cer- tainly did look pretty, and her manners, voice, laugh, and bearing were perfect, and, most won- derful of all, Alicia, the most loquacious 0f the quuacious, was hardly talking at all, contenting herself merely With nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. The boys not only took one dance, but came back and asked for more. At the end of the eighth dance, we three girls met on the upper porch, prearrangedly, to dis- cuss how Alicia was getting on. None of us had the next dance taken Inot, however, prearrang- edlyI , and we settled down comfortably in our chairs for a chat. Well, I said, breaking the silence which was becoming rather painful, Alicia is rapidly be- coming the belle of the ball? ItBecoming? said Julia, twill you look at that? waving towards one of the windows, through Which Could be seen Alicia, surrounded by boys three rows deep. And when you remember how those very same boys hated her when she first came, put in Katheryne. d I591 Well, its all thanks to us? I chirped cheer- fully. HYes, all thanks to us? they echoed in a dole- ful chorus. uI sort of wish she didnt have so much to thank us for, said Katheryne, itbut then, What do I care ? ttAnd I havent even been asked out to supper yet, came from J uliais dusky corner. ItOh, well, they cant all go in with her, I put in joyously, some of them will have to take us outf' Well, if you think I enjoy filling in for that remodeled Alicia, said J ulia tartly, ttyoutre mis- taken. Through the window she saw her favorite cavalier, Alec Nash, coming disconsolately away from the group that surrounded Alicia. IIOh, I wonder,H she began, ttif Alec asked Alicia for the supper dance and she refused! tTm sure I dont knowfi I snapped. My favorite cavalier was going to take Alicia in, judging from his blissful, proprietary smile. In the midst of my sorrowful meditations, I heard Julia say happily, ttGo into supper with you, Alec? Yes, indeed? and Alec murmur, I was turned down once for that dance, Jude. I didntt think youid refuse? which I think was rather rude - considering. ALICE BARNARD, 1917. IF: If I could sail beyond the clouds, Where the sky is misty blue, Where the sunset's glow, so softly bright, Throws der the world a golden light, With a pink gleam shining through, Pd fall right asleep on a cloud White as snow, While the gentle winds rocked me to and fro. If I could visit the deep-sea realms, Where the watefs cool and deep, Where the mermaids, combing their golden hair, Sing to the sailors who homeward fare, Where the playful fishes leap, Pd sing with the mermaids the whole livelong day, And learn from the dolphins to leap and play. If I could find that forest nook, Where the fairies dance all night, Where the moonbeams steal through the leafy trees, Ferns bow their plumes t0 the gentle breeze, And the fireflies furnish light, Pd ask for three wishes, then go straight away, And live all my life in the land of play. J OSEPHINE LYTLE LIVINGOOD, 1918. i701 The Weight of Her Love u; TOM TALBOT had finished his Fresh- ? 5 man year at college, and, much to his grief, and his townsments sure prise, had not made the foot-ball team. At high school Tom had been one of the star players. When starting out to college he was sure, that the minute the cap- tain saw him, a position would he offered him on the team. But alas for Tom! What was good enough for a secondary school team was not good enough for a college. The fact was, Tom was too light. On the night before returning as a Sophomore to college, Tom paid a farewell visit to Nancy. She had been a great admirer and abettor of Tom,s playing on the t'Prep school team. Now she was indignant that the horrid old college team had not taken him on. Instead of telling Tom this, however, she made him believe it was entirely his fault. I71i ttAnd why did y0u say you didnt make the team ? she asked, coldly. ttWell, for one reason? mumbled Tom, apolo- getically, uI was too thin. What the college team needs is weight? I dont see why you dont make yourself fat, went on the torturer, sarcastically. 'tWhy not take some of Dr. Bennetts tFat-on-a ?1 Why not! Tom had tried many other means for fattening himself. He would now try ttFat- on-a, Consequently, an arriving at his room in col- Iege, Tom drew a huge bottle, marked ttFat-on- a, out of his satchel and placed it on the mantel. At this juncture, Rolly Jones, Tomts room- mate, a lazy, easygoing youth, came putting up the stairs. He stopped at the door and mopped his brow, while Tom bounded up to him, greet- ing him by friendly thumps 0n the back. After this meeting, Rolly came into the room, and in a few moments spied the large bottle on the mantel. ttHey, Whats that dope for ? he inquired. Tom, with great eloquence, extolled the won- ders of the marvelous itDr. Bennefs Fat-on-aii At the end of the harangue, Rally was completely convinced. That evening he came home With a bottle of Dr. Bennetis ttFat-off-a? It was also placed on the mantel. Weeks passed and it was the night before the big game. Tom was sure heid get a chance to show his prowess tomorrow. He looked into the cracked mirror over his dresser and declared to himself to he was getting quite sleek and fat. What a wonderful medicine he had been taking! He puffed out his chest and took a masterful step forward. But, unfortunately for Rolly, who had been affording the music for this scene in the way of sonorous breathing, Tomts foot knocked over a chair. ttOh, stop your strutting and come to bed, growled the aroused youth. ttI think your old medicine is a fake. You don't look a bit fatter, and, What's more, I know Pve gained three pounds. The next day dawned, the rising bell rang; the warning bell rang; the breakfast bell rang. With one bound Tom was out of bed and half dressed. He stopped a moment and shook the U21 dormant Rolly and then finished his dressing. Before leaving the room, both boys stopped to take their medicine. Tom was exuberant and hummed to himself. Suddenly his song stopped. Before throwing the empty bottle away, he had looked at the label. He looked a second time. Oh, wretched fate! He had been taking Rallyis Fat-Off-a. That morning Tom was in a blue funk. He drifted out to the ball field and sat dejectedly on the side lines. He had seen Nancyis face in the grandstand. She had smiled. Was she laughing at him? This thought sent the wretched boy into a still deeper gloom. Tomis melancholy face was in marked con- trast to the crowd back of him. They yowled and waved their hands with excitement. Tom was not excited. He followed the playing me- chanically. He was wrapped up in his own grief. Suddenly there was a pause in the play. A player was hurt. The crowd let forth a groan as they saw this stalwart lad led off and a boy half his weight taking his place. The latter was Tom. He had heard his name called as in a daze and had walked sluggishly to his place. He played badly. One time the ball was in his hand, and there was a fine opening for a run, but he was brought ingloriously to the ground, and the ball trickled out of his fingers. Another groan was heard throughout the audience. The loudest groan came from Rolly. What ailed Tom? Was it the medicine? Sud- denly an inspiration sifted through his thick head. He leaned forward and cried: Go it, Kid! I changed the labels on the medicine! There was only one person on the field Who understood the meaning of these words, but on him they acted as magic. Tom felt strength pouring back into his body. He played like a demon. He felt the ball in his grasp. Way GIT at the other end of the field he saw the white goal posts beckoning. He answered their call, and, eluding all interference, he rushed down the field. He was at last brought to the ground, but not until he had made the one touch-down of the day. Q'W Q2!!! M27: 7-D E731 rg-llwb mlyl Soon after that the game was over. Tom was cheered and hailed. This role of hero pleased him excessively.- I tell you, boys, if you want to get strong, he said, use Dr. Bennetls tFat-on-af We won- derful. At these words, Rolly, who had come up with Nancy, was seized with a violent fit of cough- ing. His face became a bright plum color. He was presently brought round, however, by means of hearty thumps. Nancy, Who had long regretted her sarcastic words, was only too glad to be with Tom again. That night, during an intermission in the dance, Tom was telling N ancy how he had gotten fat by the means of Dr. Bennetis tlFat-on-a. Nancy laughed softly and said, HTommy, dear, Rally didnlt really change the labels. You,ve been tak- ing tFat-off-a' all the time, but never mind, I like men best when they are thin? BEATRICE CARMICHAEL, 1914. QM? v y THE SAIL Through the rising mists of morning, Sails the craft, oter bluest waters, Waters from the sky reflected, Colors of the deepest hue. And the breeze, once gently blowing, Fills the sail so limply hanging, Makes it fill out fully rounding, And the boat go with it bounding. Bounding through the deep-green billows, Swishing, swashing, through the Whitecaps, That the wind, now fiercely blowing, Whirls and splashes oter the bow. And the clouds once white and huffy, Now grow dark and terrifying, Forming into monstrous faces That glare, angry, at the sea. Now, ttis slowly growing calmer, Not so wild and fiercely raging, And the sun, which has been hidden, Forms into a wondrous rainbow, . J dining sky and earth together, Giving faith and hope eternal, Making all be more courageous. So, though storms may sometimes gather, Still the sun will give us hope. CLARISSA HALSTEAD STEM, 1917. E741 U51 A LULLABY Go to sleep, ma honey, Ovah on de hillside, G0 to sleep, ma pet; Trees am rustlirf soft, Marcy, dew yoh speak once more, why A11 de chickens long haJ been a Ailft you sleepy yet? SleepiIf in de loft. Sho, tomorroWs comirf, Mammfs gettixf sleepy, Time foh you to play, Leave her baby heah, Now, you j ust go right to sleep, aw If he ainH: a-sleepitf, foh de Mammy by yowll stay. MawniWs gettin, neah. Now the sandman's throwin, Babrs neahly sleepirf, In youah eyes some sand, Heahs his mammys song, Foh to make mah honey tiahed, now Hustle up, aw go to sleep, we Heah, gib me youah hand. Airft goiny stay heah long. Go to sleep, ma honey, Shut dem sleepy eyes, Foh dey say dat lots 6 sleep gwine Make ma honey wise. M. B. L. I761 gKAaa46a-ei4e2-ix aaggeaaaaedasaaeaaeaaaaaaaeaagwaa The Spectator Goes to ttDisraeli ewwwwwwwwwmgtzwm a a, T was a March Saturday afternoon When I first saw them in the corner drug store. And a gayly colored group they were. In the same man- ner that a bud bursts into blossom, so the first warm rays from old Sol had called forth all the bright, new spring bonnets and suits. I sat down on one of the stools in front of the soda water fountain and allowed myself to watch and listen to the happy crowI of girls. At first, my untrained ears were not able to gather any information from the merry din of talk and laughter. But gradually, I caught a few disconnected phrases, and, putting two and two together, I got four! It was evidently a school party, and, judging from the stately dig- nity with which certain members of the group greeted the newcomers, I decided that the senior class must, of course, be the hostesses. As the hands of the drug store clock gradually approached two-Iifteen, I saw that the glances at that trustworthy timepiece became more fre- quent and more anxious. I heard someone ex- claim: E771 ttOh, tKaket will be late! pectedP J ust then a rather breathless young lady burst in, dragging a protesting comrade behind her. ttI got her here on time, for once! was the triumphant announcement of the former, and from that I gathered that the last young lady was the tardy Kakeft Then, all of its members having arrived, the merry troop flled out of the drug store in the direction of a theater nearby, and I followed. Having become deeply interested in this crowd of girls and teachers, I was greatly pleased to find my seat in the theater directly in front of theirs. Merry snatches 0f conversa- tion :Hoated toward me before the raising of the curtain. One of these was an animated discus- sion of how to pronounce the name of that great English statesman, Disraeli, about whom the play was written. An industrious French stu- dent desired to give it quite a ttFrenchytt ac- cent, while a devoted German scholar contended that the German interpretation of the spelling was the correct one. Several others construed Thafs to be ex- various English pronunciations from the eight letters. I am not at all sure that it was ever settled satisfactorily, as the footlights Hashed on j ust then. Judging from the silence behind me during the play, I am sure that the members of the Junior class appreciated it as much as any of the Seniors, though I believe the minds of the latter are thought to be much more highly cul- tivated. It was in the second act, as the lover took the heroine in his arms and looked tenderly down at her, that I heard a smothered exclama- tion behind me. HOh, girls? someone U think it was one of the teachersI bemoaned in a stage whisper, why didnt you use that charming position in your play? While the scenery was being hastily shifted behind the green velvet curtain, the chatter behind me flowed merrily on. I heard the sound of passing candy boxes, and they must have contained exceptionally tasty sweets, j udg- ing from the frequency with which they trav- elled up and down the rows. That is the worst of being a spectator only, of such gay parties. One does not get his full share of the fun! Through the four acts, the occupants of the two rows back of me maintained a breathless interest, interrupted with amusing comments on the play and the actors, While the silent green curtain hid Disraelii, from their view. After the last flutter of applause had died away, there came a deep sigh of regret that it was all over. Then the spring bonnets were once more brought into view. Out in the lobby, I found myself once more near my friends tfor I already felt well acquainted with themI, as they stood bidding one another good-bye. As I passed them I heard a J unior exclaim with girlish enthusiasm: iiWasntt it perfectly heavenly '2 And, j udging from What I had seen and heard, I fully agreed with her. MILDRED BROOKS, 1915. i781 The Junior Party The day of days has come at last, lTis half-past twelve o'clock! The guests are coming in the door, Each wearing a new frock; They greet their J unior hostesses, Who smile upon the iiock. And Libbie S. then leads her guests, While merrily they chat, Into the dining-room, where wait A score of young chicks fat; These quickly leave their orange nests To roost upon some hat. The first course oier, all coats put on, From out the house all troop; In autos pile the merry crowd, And start off With a whoop, Until at Fran. Pfs house they do Arrive in time for soup. Soup finished, now they're off again, And soon they reach Hyde Park, Where two long tables wait for them e Was ever such a lark? Louise Kfs lovely center piece, They one and all remark. E791 On rising from the well-spread board, Now, this is strange to say, This center piece of roses White Gives each girl a bouquet ; With blooms of white in arms they go, Like brides, upon their way. And now at Julie's, salad tempts The wandering young girls; There Sister 0. With smile doth ask, Has my hair lost its curls 1W At this her plate upon the floor Its contents thickly twirls. The clock strikes four, all else forgot, They climb Jeanette's broad stair, They place the patch, their earrings don, They madly friz their hair; While powder puffs in every hand Make each girl twice as fair. But Why this sudden beauty search? What has olercome them all? Is some enchantment over them, Which has them in its thrall? Why donlt you know! The last course is e A really, truly ball! And now the music gaily calls, They seize a rose, a fan, They brightly flutter down the stair- What thing, I wonder, can Excite them so! The reasonts clear - To dance With a young man. They one-step, hesitate, and now They try a new tango; The music lures them, as it sounds Now very fast, now slow; And all the time the clocks two hands Around its face do go. But still the Seniors do remain, While music lasts, they stay; But now the players, from fatigue, No other tune can play; And all must go, as they can give No reason for delay. 0h! Juniors, no mere words can tell Of that day's glorious fun; In thinking of that feast, that dance, My words of praise derrun! If you should care one more to give, We,d be there, every one! BEATRICE CARMICHAEL, 1914. E301 The Price of the Pies Come down and swim I called Harry Gray, To Billy Hart, his friend, The watefs fine, bright is the day! well go in at the Bend. Then Billy followed down the street, Down to the riverts bank, Where all the boys would often meet, Tom, Harry, Dick and Frank. The Bend, a lovely, leafy place, Quite hid hy Woods from sight, Looked 0n the riverts gleaming face, And shone With wavelets bright. Tom Benson was already there, And others followed him, In fact, there came on many a pair, To splash about and swim. Then down the river came a, boat, They saw it from afar, Or, rather, smelt some luscious pies - What tempting things they are! tall The cook had set some on the back, Just as the boat sailed past; The boys swam quickly in its track, They gained upon it fast. The wily cook had seen them come, He seized a rope near by, He twirIed it tround his good right thumb, And then he let it hy! The boys, with shouts of great affright, Turned back, and gave up hope; But not before young Billy Hart Was lassoed With the rope! Full six long miles they towed him up The river, ttween its banks; And when at last they let him go, He didntt offer thanks! That night a very tired boy, In lieu of lest apparel, Crept homeward down the village street, Attired in a barrel. BARBARA MCKAY, 1918. n I3 I I $ I1 THE LAST CAKE AT LUNEHEHN I321 The amt. Tn 1T uv- 2: auu-l-l .15. fun - q.mua-u.. m1: mun sq wnus'a HDNK-HUNK? EL . .- n.. +'. magma, F mkzm t' item: cum E331 CurrenT EchtS C Lass .l-IMthrLrwh-L tuner, WakH'Am nun o maid 9.3 Mala we Lmh-fqnhmm. , Tkwk hcwmkuw micgn-wx mou-d. heknLLaAvUR'g m uamnazej, wcskuuLJ ny PH EquoLi; : shuuLd fun hnrc A. 3mm 54mm ? iiJust Miss - , HE hands of the clock indicated that t it was past dinner time. Mr. J 0113- than Cowles Forrester, the big man of Forrester 81: Company, fur- niture dealers, sat at his desk im- patiently tapping on the telephone with his pen- cil. At last, he took his watch from his pocket and glanced at its telLtale face. You may as well go, Hicks? he said shortly to the young man'working at the desk next to his. iiI shall discharge J ames when he returns -if he ever does. Heis been gone two hours, and I only sent him to Craigis. He should have been back in thirty minutes. Mr. Hicks, who had been putting his desk in order, preparatory to leaving, looked a little doubtfully at the gruff speaker. He was a pleas- ant-looking young man, a great contrast to his employer. Moreover, he was fond of Jimmy, the office boy under discussion. He turned and took his hat from the rack. gJimmyis not half bad, Mr. Forrester, he said slowly. uHeis a plucky little kid and mighty E841 jolly, too -- when hes not hungry. Although the last was added in a half undertone, J onathan Cowles had been listening closely. Turning, he looked sharply over his steel-bowed spectacles at the younger man. That will do, Hicks. iiGood-night, sir. The door closed. Mr. Forrester rose, and, go- ing to the window, looked down upon the busy street below. Again he took his watch from his pocket. iiTwo hours, five minutes and efifteen- sixteen seconds? he growled, shutting the case With a snap. tiPlaying craps, most likely. Little fool! These boys donit know when they have a good j ob? Good-night. He returned to his desk and sat down. For a few minutes all was still in the ofiice. Sud- denly quick steps were heard in the hall. The door opened with a bang, and J immy, the cul- prit, entered the room. He was a boy of per haps twelve years, small for his age. He was thin, and his cheeks were not as rosy as they might have been. A red handkerchief was tied about his throat, and, although it was snowing outside, he wore no overcoat. ttWell, I'm glad you decided to come back at last, snapped Mr. Forrester, glaring at the pa- thetic figure in the doorway. ttOf course, I have nothing to do but sit around and wait until the spell moves you to return. Where are the papers you went for ? J immy started visibly. ttThe papers, I - the papers, sir e I aintt got them? HYou haventt them? Will you tell me What you have been doing Since you left here? Playing craps in some alley, I suppose. You need not report for work tomorrow, sir! Pm through with your confounded laziness! A shudder passed over the childish form. J immy started away, then turned defiantly, and stood his ground. I aint been playint craps, I say! I went home to see Miss tLindy. She's sick, ant she ain't had nothint to eat, neither, since yester- day. Shets a-lyinI there on the bed, lookint all so white that I just cant help a-cryint every time I see her. And when I come in, she moans and says: IOh, Jimmy! Didntt you bring me nothint to eat? And I got to look into her eyes and say, No, Miss ILindy, I haven't nothint. And then she turns her face away and I know E351 she's cryin' Icause shets hungry, and I feel as if somethint inside cf me was broke. Shets took care 0t me ever since I was no biggefn Mr. Hickst little boy, What died. Shes been good to me, she has! Shets just Miss ILindy, and Pm j ust Jimmy, and wetre all each otherts got. An, now, she's sick, and I cantt even get enough vic- tuals to make her better. Shets dyint, thatts What she is; an' its all your fault because you doxft give me enough money. I know Pm only a little kid, but little ,uns has got to eat just as much as big tune, and they can't get it for two dollars a week. You're killint Miss ILindy! Thatts What you,1 e doin', and I hate you e I say - I hate you ! For a moment the boy stood silent in the door- way. His fists were clenched at his sides; his dark, deep-set eyes hashed; his face was White with anger; two tears rolled slowly down his cheeks. Suddenly, without any warning, he turned and rushed blindly, madly down the stairs and out into the night. Mr. Forrester stood motionless where the boy had left him. Finally, seeming to realize where he was, he turned hastily and went toward the hat rack. He took his coat from its hook, and put it on. Suddenly he caught sight of his re- flection in the mirror. He stopped short. He did not see a pleasant sight. The man who stood before him was seowling darkly, and his face was red with anger. For a long time he stood there, looking at the image in the glass. HDamn you! he exploded, put on your hat and go to J amests homeeand do something for Miss iLindy. Without another word he left the oiiice. Mr. Forrester walked down the busy street, conscious of nothing except the fact that he was going to J ames's. He took a notebook from his pocket and looked up the address of his office boy. It did not enter his mind to hail a taxi. He walked on through the jostling crowd of people. As he passed a fancy grocery store, mechanically he entered and bought a gorgeous basket of fruit. He would take it to Miss iLindy. As he passed on, the lights became fewer and farther between e the show windows less beau- tifully decorated, and the streets less crowded. Finally, he stopped and glanced at the number of the house before which he stood. Then he turned and entered the door. Slowly he climbed the rickety stairs. As he neared the top hoor, he was arrested by the sound of low, mufHed sobbing. He turned abruptly and knocked upon the door of the room from whence the sound came. It ceased. Soon the door opened, just a i361 crack, and a pair of childish eyes, full of misery, looked out into the dim hallway. Mr. Forrester forced a smile. Open the door, J ames, he said, I've brought some fruit for Miss ,Lindy. The door was opened, and J immy stood on the threshhold. His face was streaked with tears. iTainit no use e now ! he gasped, and turn- ing, he ran to the opposite side of the dark room. Mr. Forrester followed. He groped his way to the bed by the Window, where the moon shone on a pale face on the ragged pillow. Mr. Forrester stopped short in horror, and looked more closelyeMiss iLindy was dead! For a moment the manis lips twitched convulsively. Then the child spoke. uMiss 'Lindyis happy now. She ainit hungry no more. She tole me once how itwould all be -- when she - went away. Yes, sheis happy, but I ain't! Oh, Miss 'Lindy, why didn't you take me with you? Jimmy buried his face in the tattered coverlet. For a moment Mr. Forrester stood motionless. Then he looked down at the lad crouching by the bedside. Gently he stooped and lifted the little form from the floor. James e J immyfi he said, and his voice shook with emotion, tcome e lets go home 1 M. B. L. The Cardinal Now a clear, flutelike call breaks the calm, summer peace 0f the sky; Now a bright, flamelike flash, through the shimmering air, Passes by. Hark, the call comes again, from afar, on the wings Of the breeze, And the flame shoots up high, igeinst the cool, shady green Of the trees. Tie the cardinal bird in the wide, spreading limbs Of an elm; He is tossed by the wind, and he swings there content, In his realm. With a swift, downward dart from his high, airy nest In the tree, He draws near to the window and pours forth his song, J ust for me. DOROTHY LYON, 1916. i571 The Gilt Mirror '5 J OUtLL never get back safely with that mirror, was the pessimistic ,. ; remark which heated after Phyllis -' Holloway as she went out the door. But the remark disturbed Miss Holloway not in the least. She radiated assur- ance and triumph from the tip of the pert feather on her black velvet turban t0 the shiny toe of her patent-leather pumps. A friend, Whose hobby was antiques, had told her of a second-hand shop where were hidden many wona derful treasures of times gone by. Phyllis had always wanted an old colonial gilt mirror. And so, with the address of this old antique shop tucked safely in her black leather bag, she had started forth in quest of the coveted article. As she stood waiting for a car, an hour later, her air of complete assurance and triumph had wilted. The pert feather drooped somewhat, as did the corners of her mouth, and a splash of mud dimmed the shine of the patent-leather pumps. Twice she had taken the wrong car and had wandered around in a part of town entirely E831 unknown to her. Finally, however, a kind policeman had come to her aid, and now she was determined to reach her destination with- out further mishap. Jane! The very person I want to see. The startled Phyllis turned and met the gaze of a young man, quite as surprised as she and visibly embarrassed. iiI e I beg your pardon? he stammered. itI thought you were someone I know. You see, your hat looked just like hers, and I thought you were she. Phyllis tweaked the hat farther down over her ear. Nearly everybody has one like it, she com- mented with a smile. ttI dontt blame you for mistaking it. The obvious thing for the young man to do was to raise his hat and depart, annoyed at him- self for making such a mistake. But he did not seem at all inclined to do this. I really do wish you had been Jane, he de- clared With disarming frankness. At this unexpected announcement a merry laugh escaped Phyllis. iTm sorry, she answered soberly, but With twinkling eyes. tTm truly very sorry I was so unaccommodatti11g.n It was his turn to laugh. HYou see, Pm on an errand for my sisterfl he explained, ttand I wanted Cousin J anets as- sistance, for I havent the faintest idea where Pm supposed to go or what Pm supposed to do When I get there? nWhat an awful fix you're in 1 she exclaimed with mock seriousness; I certainly do hope you find Jane. Here is my car now. Good-bye and good luck. And Phyllis boarded her car, leav- ing a rather dazed young man behind her. After a seemingly endless ride, during Which she laughed to herself over her recent adventure, she left the car at a narrow, dirty street and turned to her left, as she had been directed. i'Why are all treasures hidden under such un- prepossessing exteriors? she demanded of a stray kitten, as she picked her way down a rickety ilight of steps. The room, piled high with antiques of every sort and description, into which she entered, was devoid of occupants. At the sound of her footsteps, a little old man appeared in the door- way. E891 tiMissy wishes something? Yes? he in- quired. uI Want an old gilt mirror, Phyllis replied. iiOhI There is a very old one over there. I am talking to some ladies Who wish a clock. I shall be with you in a minute? He vanished, and Phyllis glanced around the room. Then she picked her way over stools and rugs and divers other obstacles until she gained the other side of the room. There hung her heartls desire in the form of an old gilt mir- ror. She was examining the queer old print at the top and the carving on the frame, when she became conscious of someone reHected in the mirroris dusty surface. She looked into it and met the gaze of a pair of very amused gray eyes. Phyllis turned sharply, as if doubting the veracity of the glass. iiDo you know? the owner of the gray eyes remarked, uif it hadnlt been for that mirror I should have called you J ane again. tiAgain I have disappointed you! Phyllis ex- claimed penitently. The young man sat down on the arm of a big carved chair. ttSo this is where you were going. If I had known that I would have brought you in my machine, Miss e Holloway, Phyllis Holloway, she supplied. IiMiss Holloway. I was just going after it when I met you last. Now, how am I going to find the precious pair of silver candlesticks my sister wants among all this junk 1W Yowd better not call it junk, Phyllis cau- tioned. HThe owner of all this is a villainous- looking person, and I should not like to incur his displeasure. The person thus spoken of appeared in the door. On seeing the young man on the arm of the chair, a change came over his face. ttOh! he exclaimed, gliding forward, Hyou have come. Your name ?i' The young man seemed rather startled. Then he handed the dealer his card with a good- natured smile. HRobert Howe, he answered, IBobi to inti- mates. You seem to have been expecting me. IIAh! I was, of course. It is a very valuable silver jewel case which has been stolen. May you have success in tracing it, Detective Howe. Detective Howe! Phyllis felt a little shiver of apprehension run over her. She did not ex- actly relish being with this queer old man and a detective any longer than was necessary. She took a step forward. If you please, she said hurriedly to the dealer, I should like to price that gilt mirror.u E901 The glitter went out of his eyes, and his suave manner reappeared. In a minute, Missy. I must see the ladies in the other room first. And he left them. Phyllis regarded Bob with uneasiness. He might charge her with the theft any minute. He, however, turned a pair of twinkling eyes to her. IIA detective ! he chuckled. ttDo I really look that much of a fool? He was trying to deceive her into thinking he was not a detective, thought Phyllis. She sat down on a sofa and did not answer. What did he say was stolen? Bob finally demanded. A silver jewel case? III doubt it, was the answer. uLet,s hunt and see if it isnit among this junk somewhere. That is what detectives usually do iirst, isnt it? I never was onef was the reply. You ought to know!' I never was either? declared Bob, begin- ning to rummage around among some bric-a- brac. ttThis is my maiden voyage W Phyllis remained immovable for a few min- utes, and then she felt a desire to take part in the hunt. She had never had an adventure in which a real, sure-enough detective had Iigured, and she probably never would again. She sprang up and began to pull out the drawers of an old- fashioned desk. Suddenly she gave an excited exclamation. From an odd little drawer in the desk she had drawn two letters tied with a faded blue ribbon. The paper was yellow and the ink faded. At Phyllis,s exclamation, Bob had come to her side. ttShall we look at them?,, the girl asked hesi- tatingly. ttI should so love to know something about the owner of that desk. Let's look at them, Bob agreed. uIt can't do any harm, and they may throw some light on an old romance? They sat down on the sofa, and tenderly Phyllis untied the ribbon and drew the letter from its faded envelope. The letter was dated over half a century ago. It began, ttMy dearest Robert? and it was filled mostly With the ac- count of a ball lately given at Radcliffe Hall, and expressing her sorrow at his absence. It was signed, ttWith dearest love, Amelia. The second letter was dated several years later. On the back of the envelope was written in a man,s dashing hand, The last letter re- ceived from my Amelia after breaking our en- engagement. It was short and read: Dem- Robert - Since your enlistment under General Meade I have tried to put you out of my life, and you must do the same with me. G311 Fate has decreed that we must be enemies. Good luck to you always, Robert. wAmelia Radcliffe Wallace. Why, my grandfather fought under General Meade, exclaimed Bob. Then, at the expres- sion on Phyllists face, he demanded, ttWhatts the matter 2m ttAmelia Radcliffe Wallace was my grand- mother, Phyllis answered in an awed tone. And I have been to Radcliffe Hall, her home. nT0 whom were these letters written 1W asked Bob eagerly. For the first time they looked at the address on the envelope. Amazed, they read the name, t'Robert Beverley Howe, Esqf' ttOur grandmother and grandfather! gasped Bob. For several minutes they remained silent, marveling at the revelation caused by the let- ters. Then Bob sprang up. Uncle Dudley sold a lot of grandfatherts old furniture, and he must have sold the desk with- out knowing the treasure it held, he declared. ttLetts go to the library and look up grand- father's history. Therets a record of every man who fought at Gettysburg? ttAnd my grandmother married Colonel H01- loway on Lee's staff, cried Phyllis. Together they rushed out and into Bobhs wait- ing machine, Phyllis clutching the letters as though they were the most valuable possession in the ,World. An hour later Bob and Phyllis were speeding toward home, having investigated the matter to their entire satisfaction. Suddenly she looked up at her companion with an exclamation: We forgot all about your precious candle- sticks and my precious mirror, she gasped. What Will your sister say ? She can go and get her own precious candle- sticks, he replied, looking down at her. I've found something far more precious. A faint pink crept into Phyllis's cheeks. hAnd I really thought you were a detective? she laughed, With an attempt to change the sub- ject. Wouldn't you have liked to have seen that old manhs face When he found his detective and his customer flown? I wonder if the real detective ever arrived. The subject of the detective was not at all in- teresting to Bob. Slowing the car down, he laid one hand over hers. Nothing, he said softly, is ever going to come between us as it did between our grand- mother and grandfather. And with a queer little hutter, Phyllisfs heart agreed with him. MILDRED SPENCER BROOKS, 1915. E921 A Snowfall The clouds are dark, the air is still, I stand upon a lonely hill, And grey dusk settles over all; And watch afar the gathering gloom; The blast is chill, its icy breath, Below, a hovering mist of clouds Piercing, threats 3. deep snowfall. Enshrouds the scene, a darkening tomb. And as I gaze, a sudden break Dissolves a sheet of glistening snow, The heavens are rent, snow fills the air With glittering iiakes, tossed t0 and fro. Beyond, looms up a snowy hill, Soft veiled in robes of purest White, A sentinel-guard, abrupt and hold, The earth in majesty serene, Sheltering close the steel-blue stream, Revealed ,twixt clouds that scatter fast, A ruffled break in whiteness cold. In all its wondrous beauty's seen! HELEN GEIER, 1914. E931 .196, i HE Mammoth, at the time of my story, was king of beasts. One evening at sunset, as he was taking a cave. He had passed this cave every evening and had never noticed anything peculiar about it, but now smoke was rising from it, and skins of animals were drying on a tree near by. He wondered greatly at the skins, for he knew it was impossible for an animal to skin itself. He thought the inhabitant of the cave must he a new kind of animal. He decided to have revenge, for the skins happened to be those of some of his very good friends. So, instead of continuing his walk, he turned around and went to the Meeting Place of All Animals, and forthwith called a council. Within a few minutes the animals began to arrive. The Dino- saur came first, followed by Stegosaurus, Moa, Mastodon, Archaeopteryx, with names the length of which were in keeping with their huge Size. As soon as all the animals were assembled, the Mammoth began the meeting by telling them E941 WM. .. '7 wt- n I n o l $15. A Prehistoric Meeting WWW f;- gh. 11' 39' A J about the cave, the smoke, and the skins drying on a tree. Skins I exclaimed the Moa, ttImpossible; you must have been dreaming! Indeed I was not dreaming, and if, after a while, you will follow me I Will show them to you, and we may even get a glimpse of the strange animal itself. However, we will now let Mastodon speak; he seems to be very impa- tient. til, said the Mastodon, have also seen this cave, and moreover I have seen the animal that lives inside. He does not resemble any of us very much. He walks on two legs, and has long things at the end of his front paws With which he takes his food? HImpossible! cried all the other animals. The Mammoth then spoke again: I think that since the Mastodon saw it hrst and I am king, we will each choose a name and the ani- mals will vote on them. Before we begin, I will let Thespesius speak. He has come so late he may have something important to tell. 'There are two animals, said Thespesius; there is not much difference between them, but one seems to be daintier than the other, and is frightened at every little noise. Would it not be a good idea to call the timid one by the name which the Mastodon chooses and the other by the one your Majesty chooses ?l, ttA very good plan? said the Mammoth. My name shall be iManf for that, as you all know, means iqueerl in the language of Animals? ttMine shall be tWomanf said the Masto- don, ttfor that means lqueererf The animals all howled their approval and prepared to fol- low the Mammoth, who was going to show them Man and Woman? After a short walk, the animals came to a clearing in the forest, and before them lay the cave. ttMan and Woman were sitting in front of it, dressed in the skins which Mammoth had seen hanging on a tree. Arenlt they queer? I think we named them Well? said the Moa. The Moa, alas! spoke too loud and ttMan heard and saw the animals. He darted into the cave and in a minute re- appeared With a long club, at the end of Which was a sharp stone. Followed by Woman, he ran into the forest after the animals. The ani- mals ran in all directions, growling and snarl- ing. tiManll followed them and when he returned he was dragging, helped by Woman, a Tricera- top, Who, not being able to run as fast as the other animals, was killed by Manls horrible spear. After this, most of the animals were bitter enemies of iiMan. Each did what he could to make his life miserable. If Mantl went to bathe in a pool as clear as crystal, a crab pinched his feet, or if he walked in the forest, monkeys grinned and threw stones on his head. They did many other things to show their dislike and distrust of ttMan, but he continued to be the greatest of them all. MARIANNE S. WURLITZER, 1919. I951 To Julia Marlowe To thee, immortal goddess of the realm of fantasy, Portrayer of the great bardhs heroines of ancient lore, Who understands and feels Violahs wistful sadness, and Laments ill-starred Opheliahs sad despair; who then as Kate Appears as sunshine - after storm hand gives advice to shrews, Who, in the part of Portia, baffies Shylocks Wit, and then With laughter, sparkling mischief, Rosalind portrays; who steals Within the arbor, there to hear that Beatrice is loved By Benedict; Who strives in vain to cleanse her hands of blood, And last, hears Romeo, in moonlight, whisper words of love; To thee, whose charm imbues all these With living fire, I write These words; and thinking how thine art excels all others, cry: Oh! envied Shakespeare, to have thee for his interpreter ! MARY BRADFORD LANDIS, 1914. 96 An Animated Wood Box OME on in, everybody, Pm so glad to see you? said Barbara, as she welcomed a merry party of young folk into her fatheris cottage at Michigan. The Manning cottage was very popular with the young people, and it was quite a usual thing for them all to gather in the Manning living room to pop corn, tell ghost stories, or do anything else they might wish. This night, however, there was a special significance in the Hgathering of the clans, as Mrs. Manning called it, for all had come to pay their respects to Barbarais cousin who had just arrived that afternoon. As customary on cold nights, everyone gathered around the big open fire which roared and crackled with the burning cedar and pine. tiWhere is Adele ? Oh, yes! answered Sally, ttI forgot to tell you. She was writing a letter when we left, and said that she and Tom Would be over as soon as she finished. As Sally said these words, a look of mischief lurked in her eyes, and after remaining in deep thought for a minute or so, she sprang up with the ejaculation, Pve got it! They all knew that Sally was very original, and was always thinking up some new iistunt, so immediately became interested in this new tit, that Sally declared she had. ttThis ought to be great? continued Sally. itYou know Adele is scared to death at a mouse or anything that sounds like a mouse scratching, so Iim going to hide in the wood-box and scratch from the inside. Oh, if I only had some kind of a false face, I could pop out like a J ack-in-the- Box, and scare the wits out of herf' Though below the standard of Miltonis formal style, at least Sallyis language was very vivid. She pointed triumphantly to the wood-box, which was rather large, and for further use and ornamental purposes, had a lid and was beautifully upholstered. The plan was univer- sally adopted, and the next minute they were busily cutting eye holes and a mouth out of an old towel. The false face was soon finished, and Sally was skipping gleefully about, exhibiting it at every comical angle. J ust then somebody was heard coming up the front steps. Sally was hurriedly put in the wood-box, and everyone tried to stop giggling and assume cherubic smiles that would defy suspicion. The door was opened and in walked Adele, looking a triiie provoked, and after her, Mrs. Rutherford! Who did not know Mrs. Rutherford or whom or what, pray, did Mrs. Rutherford not know? Nothing ever happened at the lake, of which Mrs. Rutherford had not full knowledge, oftentimes before the event took place, or so she said afterwards. For many summers she had been known privately as the Daily Bulletin. On this occasion, she fairly beamed upon everyone, and in her sweetest way explained that she had asked to walk part way with Adele and Tom, the evening air was so bracing, but that when she had reached the cottage she discovered that she was fatigued. Of course, dear Barbara would not mind if she stayed j net :3. minute to get her breath. Indeed Barbara would be glad to have her, and wouldnlt Mrs. Rutherford remove her coat? Yes, thank you, Mrs. Rutherford believed she would, but, with a sly shake of one finger, she declared that she must stay only a minute. As Barbara was hanging up Mrs. Rutherfordls wraps, Adele came up and whispered: Tired! All she wanted to do was to meet your cousin. She complained of the cold until she heard he had arrived. Whatever Mrs. Rutherfordis intentions were, she seemed to forget the length of a minute, and complacently settled herself e on the wood-box! In vain Barbara offered her a comfortable chair, 931 but nothing could move her. She was deter- mined to sit on the wood-box. Poor Sally, would they have to confess, and haul her out of her hiding place? In a few minutes there came a sound of scratching from within the wood-box, then silence. Later the scratching began, louder than before. Mrs. Rutherford looked around uneasily. Desperately Barbara plunged into a discussion of the picnic they were plan- ning for the next day. But the louder the voices grew, the louder grew the scratching, and the more uneasy became Mrs. Rutherford. At this critical moment, a scufhing noise was heard over by the fireplace. Everyone turned just in time to see a frightened mouse j ump out of a little hole in the fioor, and scuttle past into the next room. This was too much. The girls screamed, and the boys with one accord made a dive for the mouse. In the confusion, for no one knew just where the mouse was, Mrs. Rutherford made one frantic attempt to mount the wood-box. As she was about to step up, 10 and behold! the lid sud- denly raised, and with a shriek, such as only Sally could give, a grotesquely masked figure appeared. Mrs. Rutherford, astonished and amazed, lost her balance, as well as her dignity, and went sprawling on the floor. In the ex- citement which followed, hardly anyone saw a very live and good-sized mouse climb out of the wood-box and disappear into the next room. Poor Mrs. Rutherford! She had not been blessed with a sense of humor! Ignoring the proffered help, she indignantly arose. Instantly every smile or giggle that had escaped in spite of its owner was banished at one glance of her discomhture. In spite of protests and explana- tions, Mrs. Rutherford coldly asked for her coat, and with a forced smile, hastily took her de- parture. J net as Tom, who was going to escort her to the hotel, reached the door, he winked and pointed one hand toward the kitchen. Every- body ran quickly to the kitchen, where they found Sally perched on the kitchen table, false face in hand, doubled up and shaking With laughter. Oh, oh, she said, When they had all settled down sufiiciently to listen, Hwill you ever forget her, and the best part, wetve started a new epoch in history, for now Mrs. Rutherford knows something that she cant tell, or if she can, she wont, which is all the better. HELEN IRWIN J USTIS, 1914. The Spring When, in the spring, the flowers come up, And lift each lovely, dainty cup, The sun on them shines kindly down, And each puts on her springtime gown. The snowdrop, peeping through the snow, 13 first her little head to show; Then come scilla and aconite, And last comes jonquil, gold and White. The robins build their nests in trees, Accompanied by the rustling breeze; The male is warbling a bright song To cheer his busy mate along. In the woods the vines are creeping, Rabbits from their holes are peeping, And little worms, and beetles, all, Come out to play until the fall. The leaves are budding on the trees, While through the forest stirs a breeze, And golden sunbeams, slanting down, Lay on the hill a glistening crown. MARY ROSAN KRIPPENDORF, 1919. E1001 The Tempest The sky looked ominous, fierce and black, The storm clouds rode up fast; All eyes peered out across the sea To watch each distant mast. The storm clouds broke, it blew a gale Which lashed the sea and shore; It left nought but the wreckage there Of what were ships before. A black and massive hulk was left, When over was the gale; A ship so strong the night before Now told a sorrowful tale. ,Mid shouts and oaths its sturdy men Had steered it toward the land; But Winds in fury jeered at them, And tossed them on the sand. A11 hope was lost, brave hearts turned faint, And faces grew more pale; The tempest oter, none but the spars Were there to tell the tale. MARIANNE S. WURLITZER, 1919. E1013 Disaster Six maids tripped in to English 11Lit, Anticipating pleasures bright, But 10! 11Theme Titles Thursday,1 hit Their eyes! And presto! Gone delightl! G. C. Her Hat High tilted to the left, 0f crown and brim bereft, Perched her hat. All colors, green and blue, And tango purple too! What of that? Two iiow'rets, both deep rose, And colors 1 all one knows! Oh, some hat! NELLIE KNABE, 1914. There is a girl in our school On whom we do not dote; Evach morn her greeting is the same, uPlease carry up my coat. There is a girl in our school Who causes us much sorrow, . For weeks and weeks her slogan 15, 1TH hand it in tomorrow? N. B.- See Art Editor of the ANNUAL for particulars. There is a girl in our school We dread to see come neah, 1Twixt every word and sentence Is that wornout phrase, 11My deah I There is a mom in our school! 0h, horrors ! did you say? He sharpens pencils by the score, And rings the bells each day. HELEN IRWIN JUSTIS, 1914. 1 LTHLT' nag First Team -College I BEATRICE CARMICHAEL ........... Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Helen J ustis Gwendolyn Crawford Sophia Mallon Helen Geier Ruth Hatfield Beatrice Carmichael E1051 Second Team-College II HARRIET LANGDON . . . . . . . . . . Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Harriet Langdon Olive Koehler J eanette Ficks Mildred Brooks Jean Butterfleld Elizabeth Gest Third Team - College IV ALICE BARNARD . . . . . . . . . . . Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Alice Barnard Clara Loveland Dorothy Anderson Ruth Wilson Margaret Anderson Louise McLaren UOSJ Fourth Team-nCollege III LOUISE CHASE ............ .. .. Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Mary Forker Dorothy Lyon Myra Langdon Oriel Camacho Mary Waite Louise Chase Fifth Team- Intermediate I MILDRED ZIEGLER ........... . . Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Mildred Ziegler J ane Dinsmore Anna McAlpin Gretchen Kroger Eleanor Herron Marion RaWson I1071 Sixth Teamilntermediate II PAULINA STEARNS . . . . . . . . . Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Marguerite Duttenhofer Paulina Stearns Outram Hodgkinson Margaret Keplinger Isabelle Fisk Marjorie Shepherd Seventh Teammlntermediate III and IV LAURA MAY WILSON. . . . . . . . Captain FORWARDS CENTERS GUARDS Laura May Wilson Polly Perkins Katherine Garvey Ann Field Katherine Miller Florence Burnam E1081 Basket-Ball Scores FIRST GAME. Intermediate II, 13. Intermediate I, 31. SECOND GAME. Intermediate 1, 13. College III, 18. THIRD GAME. College III, 15. College IV, 19. FOURTH GAME. College IV, 18. College I, 23. FIFTH GAME. College 11, 19. College I, 25. E1091 SOME HAVE GREATNESS THRUST UPON THEM. MISS W.- What was Newton's greatest dis- covery? OLIVE Ke The printing press. YOU DONT SAY So 1 HELEN M.W Miss Wanger, where do peaches originally come from? MADELEINE R. tinterruptingte Stones, of course! IN CURRENT EVENTS. MISS H-L-GirIS, for the next lesson, I want you to read that charming story in the March Century, The Quality of Genius? moi W'n mm m SISTER teloquentlyte The quality of genius is not strained. WHEN 2 + 2t DOES NOT : 4. MISS DeY texplaining passage in VirgiD-- Romulus and Remus, you know, killed their grandfather, Numitor. Then they killed each other and one was left. THE ttMORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE. MISS HeT texplaining to Geometry classt - Now, girls, when you correct your exercises, I want you to correct them on the backs of the sheets that are not themselves. AIN,T IT THE TRUTH? MISS DeY texplaining the subjunctive of at- tractiome Girls, I think you won't use this form very often. In looking over the pages of uCicero, you will find very few attractions. WAS IT INSINUATION? NATALIE Pe tin Freshman - Sophomore cloakroom, judging the distance from the Win- dow to the groundtw If we should jump out, do you suppose we would land on our feet? MADELEINE Re I should think so. Cats alp ways do. WHEN MILTON AND GOLDSMITH ARE ONE. MISS HeLerendolyn, recite the quotap tion beginning Sweet Echo? SISTER tblithelyt-ttSweet Echo, loveliest village of the plain. WAS IT THE REDS? According to a member of Intermediate II, Queen Elizabeth, accompanied by Sir Walter Raleigh, attended the baseball game. SMASHED? Quoted from a Senior theme on the Passing of Arthur: The entire setting sets down on one like a pall, and puts one in a attitude of despair? Llllj ltThe wonted roar was up i nihf HMS Drones hive not with mefii The School. Truly, I would that the gods had made thee poetical. i Budding Young Authors. le sure carels an enemy to life. - Sophia: M. ttThe glass of fashion, the mold of form, The observed of all observersili Dorothy B. But screw your courage to the sticking place, And welll not failit- Escams. ttGashed with honourable scars. i Basket-Ball Teams. uGrace was. in all her steps. i Paulina, S. ttAnother tumble, thatls his precious nose. i Outram H . ttOn Shakespeare and his Wits so doting. -- Mary L. I must be cruel only to be kind. i Miss Hit. Hath not old custom made this life more sweet And filled the air with barbarous dissonance? Than that of painted pomp ? - Recess. - Seniorsl Opinion on Commencement Night. llHow silver sweet soundloversltongues bynight, llCan any mortal mixture of earthls mold Like softest music to attending ears. Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? -iiFwns cmd Candlesticks? - Glee Club t ?J E1121 ttOh, J upiter, how weary are my spirits? - The Annual Staff. For you and I are past our dancing days. t NOT the Faculty. Disinherit chaos. - Current Events Class. Drink to me only with thine eyes. -Olive K . And What they dared to dream of, dare to do. t Freshmen. Its visits, Like those of angels, short and far between. -An VP; in English. uI grant that some by tongue or pen Are daily, hourly, in a scuffle, But then we philosophic men Have placid tempers, nought can ruffle? t Seniors. ttOne woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they followyt Daily Program. Come and trip it, as you go On the light, fantastic toePt The? Danscmt. Most musical, most melancholy. t Orchestra. Therets a gude time coming. t Sem'or Week. Ul3j rm 1 NUAL BaARD MARY BRADFORD LANDIS. . . . . . . . . . . . , ........... Editor AUGUSTA FORKER .. .. . . .. 1 .. ... ..2 . .Busz'ness Manager HELEN JUSTIS . . . . . . . . . . . ..Assistcmt Business Manager . . .A'rt Editor FRANCIS HOWE . . 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