College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1923 volume:

DEDICATED to The junior Class i ofThc College Preparatory School for Girls For Highest Record in Scholarship and i Fellowship I PRIMARY IV MISS HELEN HOWELL .................................. SUZANNE NOYES ........................................ JUNE ASHER ANNE BURLINGHAM ELIZABETH ANN CHATFIELD MARY LOUISE CHERRINGTON HENRIETTE ESSELBORN BETTY FLACH BETTY FORD PHYLLIS FORD PRIMARY III MISS HELEN HOWELL .................................. MARGARET F ISK ........................................ DOROTHY BRIGGS NANCY JANE CRAMER CLARISSA DANA MARGARET FISK CLARA FAY. IRVING DOROTHY MAY KIDD WINIFRED KING KATHERINE WULSIN 9 ...................... Clan Coumelor ........................... Pruident BETTY HARGRAVE CHRISTIE HOLTERS LILLIAN IRVING SHIRLEY KINNEY GLADYS MEYER SUZANNE NOYES KATHERINE PERRY WOODRA WALTER ............... - - - - - - -Clan Counnlor ........................... Pruident HELEN JEANETTE LUNKEN ANNE MURDOCK SARA MARSH NICHOLS ROSAMOND PERKINS JULIA STRIDER AGNES TIETIG ELSIE WARRINGTON 10 PRIMARY I! MISS KEMPER ....................................... PATRICIA POGUE ..................................... ETHEL ASHTON CHARLEE BRENEMAN ELOISE FERRIS NANCY SHEFFIELD GERE SUSAN HALCOMB DOROTHY HILLS HELEN HUTCHINSON GAY JONES ANGIE ANNETTA'KELLER BETTY KING 11 ......................... Clan Coumdar .............................. Praxident ANNE KIRKPATRICK ADELAIDE KRUSE FRANCES LAMSON PATRICIA POGUE PEGGY POGUE ELIZABETH PUGH MARGARET RAPP YELOANDE SCHNEIDER KATE SHINKLE PRIMARY I MRS. SAMPSON ................................................................ Clan Co-umelor JEAN PRICE ........................................................................ Prnident NIARGO TAFT .................................................................. Vict-Praident ELIZABETH MENDENHALL ANDERSON LUCILE NICCLURE JANE ANDREWS OLIVE MILLS NANCY TUCKER BRIGGS . DOROTHY PAPE BETTY BURLINGHAM CLARISSA PRICE MARTHA BUSBY I JEAN PRICE MARGARET DITNIARS JANET ROSS BETTYSUE FRANK MARGARET ROWE MARY NORTHUP GOBLE ANN SNODGRASS HELEN HALSEY JANE STOKES MARIE LOUISE HULBERT JEAN SUTPHIN KITTY KITTREDGE NIARGO TAFT SUSANNAH LEYMAN LEFREDA VANDERBILT JANET WHITTAKER Contributions from the Primaries BOYS AND GIRLS I like boys and girls both the same. Boys are rough and girls are not. I like them both the same because God put them both on earth for a purpose. Boys do good because they guard the girls. Girls do good because they take care of the babies and cook the food and wash the clothes. So now I think you know about boys and girls. Dontt you? HELEN JEANETTE LUNKEN, Primary III. EASTER EGGS I love Easter. The Easter bunny brings colored eggs. They are pretty colors. Some are red and some are yellow and different colors. Some you can look through, and see chickens and pretty sinery. The bunny hides the eggs. Some are spotted, and some are pink. They have little chickens in side, of course the chickens are made of cotten. CLARISSA DANA, Primary 111. THE WIND Have you seen the wind? The wind whistles. Have you heard the wind? Some-time the wind causes tornado 0r hurricanes. Mother Nature takes her broom and brushes the dead twigs from the trees. JULIA STRIDER, Primary III. 14 FAIRIES Fairies are like the wind you can not see them. I think they sleep in flowers at night. They have wings I think to fly about. They live in roses. They dance in the garden at night. They ride in a thistle seed. They eat the honey from the flowers. Fairies are wee wee things not much bigger than my thumb. I think they are pretty things from what I have heard. I think they wear pettels from Howers for dresses. Sometimes they sleep in acorn cradles. They fly from hower to flower. I think they help people that is some fairies do. Bad wiches donlt they steal things. Brownies get into mischief. But I like them. DOROTHY MAY KIDD, Primary III. M YTHS leths are stories. They are like fairy tales. They are in a book called in Mythland. Now I Will tell you 3 Myth. Clytie was a little girl. She loved to look at Apollo. Apollo was the sun. They believed a lot of silly things in those days. Clytie would not mind her Mother. She loved to look at Apollo. She looked at Apollo for nine days. Apollo say that she did not mind her Mother so he changed her into a Sunflower. MARGARET POGUE FISK, Primary III. 15 A monkey is little. trees. A monkey has elephant has stiff legs. A MONKEY AND AN ELEPHANT But an elephant is big. A monkey can climb trees. An elephant cannot climb a short nose. An elephant has long ears. A monkey looks like an old man. An A monkey has a long tail. JUNE DICKINSON ASHER, Primary IV. PETER He is a little boy in my reader. Peter is four years old. Peter lives in the country. Peter lost one of his lower teeth. It was one of his lower teeth. His mother told him to leave it alone. But he could not leave it alone. He would wiggle his tooth. He just could not leave it alone. Peter pulled it out by tying a string around it. It was tied on an iron. Peter jumped up and it came out. NANCY JANE CRAMER, Primary III. EASTER EGGS I like Easter time because the Easter bunny comes. He hides them in nests. They are pretty colors. They are red, orange, yellow and all colors. Some are spotted black. ' And some are spotted white. He brings them in the night. I love Easter time. BETTY HARGRAVE, Primary IV. 16 THE HIDDEN WILL Once a man died and left his willt His wish was that his family was to have his house. The will was lost somehow so the family had to move to a little hut. Now there was to be an old fashioned party. The girl of the family that moved was going to the party. She went up in the garret, and when she dressed up in her grandmothefs old fashioned dress she happened to feel in her pocket and she felt a piece of paper! She pulled out the paper and it was the will! It had gotten there in some mysterious way. So the family moved back to the right house. BETTY BURLINGHAM, Primary I 4 thF- 1-1 hugs Zas'ggitgasys? l INTERMEDIATE INTERMEDIATE IV MISS COTTERAL ................................................................ Clan Counselor VIRGINIA POGUE .................... .............................................. President HERBERTA STONE ..................................................... . --. - - - - Vicz- President MARY GOLDEN BONNYMAN HELEN BOSWELL ANNE DANSON THELMA EDWARDS HARRIET JANE KELLER MARY MARGARET KLINE MARY LOUISE KOEHLER ELEANOR LEE BETTY WOHLGEMUTH 21 EVANGELINE LUHRMAN KATHARINE MATTMAN BETTY NICHOLS HELEN POGUE VIRGINIA POGUE MONTE RICHARDSON MARY SCHAEFER HERBERTA STONE INTERMEDIATE III MLLE. LEVESQUE - - - - - - . .................................................... Clan Counselor ISABELLE LEE ...................................................................... President JANET F LACH .................................................................. Vict- President HELEN BRAGDON BETTY BROWN ETHEL BURLINGHAM MARJORIE LEE COLLINS RUTH, DE DIEMAR ELIZABETH DOUGLASS ELEANOR EDWARDS PAULINE ESSELBORN JOYCE FERRIS ELAINE F LACH JANET FLACH MURIEL GATES JOSEPHINE GRAY BELLE CLAY HANCOCK BETTY HOMMEYER MARTHA HUNT MARTHA IRVING ELIZABETH KING DOROTHY KIRKPATRICK ISABELLE LEE FLEWELLYN McCAW LETITIA MATTHEWS LOUISE MERRELL ADELE NOYES IOLA OSMOND MARGARET PAULI VIRGINIA RAMSEY MARY ANN RICHARDS GRACE ROWE LOUISE SCHAEFER CLORINDA STEPHENSON IRENE STEWART ELSA VON STEINWEHR CAROLINE STILWELL KATHERINE SUTPHIN GENEVRA VENABLE VIRGINIA WARRINGTON VIRGINIA WRIGHT ANNETTE WURLITZER 23 INTERMEDIATE II MISS STEWART .......................................................... 7 ...... Clan Counselor MARY CORINNE GAMBLE ......................................................... Prnident MARJORIE ASHBROOK LIDA BELL BETTY BLACKBURN MARTHA DE BUS MARY CORINNE GAMBLE BEULAH HANSELMAN SARALEE KINNEY MARY KIRKPATRICK MARY BELLE KRIPPENDORF ELIZABETH LEYMAN JANE LEWIS BERNICE WILLIAMS PEGGY LEWIS FLORENCE MATTHEWS CAROLINE MAYNARD CAROLYN MILLER JANE MILNOR BETTY ORR FRANCES RICHARDS FLORA SHANKS MARJORIE SHIELDS ELIZABETH STUART MARGARET WILEY INTERMEDIATE I MISS STEWART .................................... MIRIAM DE WITT ................................. ANNE CLIFFORD .................................. ELEANOR BALLANTYNE FRANCES BRAGDON JOSEPHINE BRENEMAN BARBARA CHANDLER JOSEPHINE CHURCH ANNE CLIFFORD MARGARET CONKLING VIRGINIA DAVIS MARTHA DE BUS MIRIAM DE WITT ADELAIDE EDWARDS MARGARET GILFILLAN CHARLOTTE GROOM HELEN HUNTINGTON GERTRUDE KELLER 27 ................ .-,-,-,1--v-,Cla5: Coumelor -----HH - --, --,---- --;---Prc5ideul ..................... Secretary and Tram urn CHLOA KEMPER CHARLOTTE KIDD AGNES KIRKPATRICK ELISE KUPFERSCHMID NANCY LAW SARAH LIPPINCOTT VIRGINIA MARTIN PAGE McBURNEY JANE PATTISON HELEN PERKINS ISABELLE RESOR MARCELLE SERODINO MARJORIE SMITH KATHERINE TAFT RACHEL WARRINGTON THE RUBY INTERMEDIATE PRIZE POEM A gemethat in whose inmost depths A thousand beauties hidden lie The soft deep lustre of dark roses, That half fading, give ohE heavenly odors; The tints of the sky at morn When the tarnished silver of a new moon Trembles and pulses, and fades Before the pale sheet of living rose; The austere menace of the leaping hame That devours the virgin forest; The secret tales of woe incised by the haughty Pharaohs Whose silence is still an emblem In the wastes of shifting sands; The tint drifting on the shuddering wave, When the Sun God pauses with reluctant feet Upon the outmost rim of the uncharted seas. Mystery, romance and the fiames of earth Are the inheritance of this priceless gem, Which through the unknown horror of unwritten decades Rested in the bosom of the earth, Wrapped in her mantle of stone, Dyed With the blood red of flames. CHARLOTTE LOUISE GROOM, I nttrmediate I . 28 HE HAD THE GRIPPE In the first place he had notiprepared his Algebra, which was nothing unusual, and naturally he felt inclined to stay home. In the second place he had persuaded himself that he had a headache. So Buddy developed the Grippe. The Doctor was summoned. The whole house was in suspended animation. Buddy called for this and that, and everybody ran to do his bidding. Mother hurried down stairs to get some hot lemonade, sent meito get some red flannel, while Jane, the maid, heated some camphorated oil. Everybody was sympathetic, except me. I knew BuddyIs tricks. He must have felt like a regular King with everybody whispering excitedly about him. The Doctor delayed, but finally telephoned that he had to go to Loveland. For some reason or other Buddy seemed relieved at this. During the morning I do not know What happened because I had to go to school, but I imagine Buddy made up for some of the sleep he had lost during the last week hopping around to his Frat Meetings. When we came home we found him placidly eating eskimo pies, while reading Movie magazines, and groaning off and on to let us know how badly he suffered. Mother was going out so she asked me to take his temperature. I think he must have taken a large gulp of hot lemonade on the sly for when I looked at the thermometer, it registered a hundred and three. A little later one of BuddyJS friends asked if he could come out. Buddy seemed to forget that his tem- perature had been so astoundingly high, and instantly insisted that he get up. Of course we would not allow it, because Grippe is very dangerous, except in bed. The next morning the Doctor came early. Buddy heard him in the hall down stairs and reached for the hot lemonade. But alas the hot lemonade was quite cold now. Buddy realized that all was almost up. 29 When the Doctor came in and felt his pulse, it was quite normal. His temperature, too, was nothing sur- prising without the help of hot lemonade. The Doctor declared that Buddyhs was the most remarkable recovery from Grippe that he had ever witnessed. Thus my story ends with the end of Buddyhs Grippe. Buddyhs Sister, LETITIA MATTHEWS, Intermediate 111. 30 THE WISHING BALL The Wishing-Ball swung in the garden breeze Should I wish for fame which comes to some And softly called to me, And to be of great renown hLook, and wish, and thy hearfs desire For all the treasures that wealth can buy, Will truly come to thee? And to wear the gilded crown? So I sat and thought on the garden wall No, not for these, or for selfish dreams Looking dreamily oher the sea Oh Wishing-Ball, so blue, Of all my wishes both great and small Do I sit and wish as the waves roll on Which was most dear to me. But ask this Wish of you. T,is only this, that in every heart A tiny seed my grow Into a flower of love so sweet That its fragrance all can know. ANNE CLIFFORD, Intermediate 1. 31 B.Errrnn DHTHENTI. 1 . Illllln ln' 4 39 M q. t; T! V :s 9 7 f 4 HWDK: I 1 IL :20 f V :1l 7x 5, Mr EULLEE.IIDHHTIIE I'll CLASS OF 1926 MISS HUNT- - ...................................... JANE BREESE .................................... MEDORA RICHARDSON ........................... FRANCES SUIRE .................................. MARY ALICE AULT ROSALIE BALLANTYNE JANE BREESE VIRGINIA DANSON DOROTHY DIBBLEE SOPHIA HELEN FISK JEAN HAMILTON TOMASIA HANCOCK GARNET HANSELMAN BETTY HILL ELIZABETH HUNT LUCY HUFFMAN MARJORIE JONES EDITH JOHNSTON KARLINA KRIPPENDORF ............................. Vice- Prejident ............................. Claw Coumelor PreIident ...................... Secretary and Trtaxu rcr EMILY LEA BETTY LIVINGOOD MARY ALICE METZ RUTH MITCHELL JEANNETTE BELLE NICHOLS MARY JEAN PAPE EVELYN PERIN' MEDORA RICHARDSON FRANCES RICHARDSON BETTY SCUDDER FRANCES SUIRE HELEN LOUISE TAYLOR MARGARET TROTTER MARGARET WHERRY JEAN WILKINSON MARJORIE WRIGHT 35 CLASS OF 1925 MISS HOWELL ................................................................. Clay; Counselor FRANCES HUNTINGTON ........................................................... Prcjident RUSSELL POGUE ............................................................... Vict-Pren'dent ELIZABETH CASSATT ................................................... Secretary and Trmxurer MARJORIE ALBERT ROBERTA JONES CORA LOUISE ANDREWS KATHRYN KING MARGARET ANDREWS GRACE LEYMAN MARIAN BISHOP LAURA LIPPINCOTT NANCY BOSART CAROLINE MATTHEWS BETTY BRENEMAN KATHARINE MERKEL SALLY CAVEY RUSSELL POGUE ELIZABETH CASSATT CHRISTINE RANISEY MARGARET DENTON DOROTHY RICHMOND VIRGINIA ESSELBORN MARY ROBERTS MARGARET FOSTER ALEXINA SATTLER MARJORIE GIBBONS ROSEMARY SAWYER ELEANOR HAWLEY JANE SCHWARTZ RACHEL HARTZELL ELIZABETH SMITH ISABEL HUNT MARJORIE STEVENSON FRANCES HUNTINGTON KATHERINE STREIT ISABELLE JENNINGS LORNA STRUNZ 37 CLASS OF 1924 MISS HOWELL ................................................................. Clan Counselor SARA IVIATTHEWS .................................................................. Prmident ELSIE KIDD .................................................................... Vice-Presidem AMELIA DUNHANI .................................................................. Treasurer ANNE HINCKLEY ................................................................... Secretary JANE ANDERSON SARA MATTHEWS VALERIE ARMSTRONG RUTH MEEHAN SUSAN CONKLING LOUIS JEAN MILLER AMELIA DUNHAM MARIE MILLER JOSEPHINE GALBRAITH MARY LLOYD MILLS DOROTHY HERRLINGER MARIAN MILNOR RUTH HIGLEY MARTHA MITHOEFER ANNE HINCKLEY LAVINIA POGUE FRANCES HUNT OLIVE ROHDE ELSIE KIDD VIRGINIA ROHDE RUTH KINNEY ESTHER SCHULTZ HAZELHURST MCCAW VIRGINIA STEPHENSON JANE MCKAY VIRGINIA VAN WINKLE GLADYS MCGRUER HARRIET WIGGERS 39 K: m. .r. kg in. L E5$. ,. ,waw x at; . '13.? 33:. ,igw L. 11'! an a o n a a r. p 41 MABLE BONI FIELD Secretary-Trcasurer of the Senior Class Eager, vivacious, and not at all tall This NIable we all liked at lot; Sheki ask you for much, but shEd give you her all, Oh Mable, W611 forget-you-not! $63453de r- NIARIAN BURGER Editor-in-Chief of thc Milestone 1923 Basket Ball Team A sweet white rose, with golden heart and hair, A quiet, modest, yet a stately air, Her soul and mind are fragrant petals fair; Our school holds Marian beyond compare. CHRISTINE CRIGLER Christine added charm to the Senior bouquet, Ladfs Slipper so dainty and neat, She made us all happy full many a day, And was famed for her wee, tiny feet. MONICA GOEBEL 1923 Basket Ball Team Gay Johnny-Jump-Up was smart, chic and sweet, And kept us in spasms of mirth; She twitted and teased us with wit quick and iieet, Hertfs to ttMonnyt the spice of the earth. mtbmm DORETTE KRUSE Art Editor of The Milestone 1923 Basket Ball Team Trailing Arbutus, we dubbed her with love; Sunny hair, smiling eyes, cheery ways, She scattered possessions of books, pens and gloves Through each of the fiying school days. VI gm fl l1: .1. lm'imh. 1mm n 1 1,11,, -l HI' h 46 MARY MCPHERSON MATTHEWS Captain of 1923 Basket Ball Team Gay lover of sunshine and out-of-door world, Red geranium cheerful and strong; There was force 111 the arm that the basket ball hurled, We re glad to our class you belong. MARYQIRANDOLPH MATTHEWS A palely proud 1in, imperious in mien, Was Ranny so slender and tall. She ruled the eleven as any fine queen And we barked to her word, one and all. hwm 48 VIRGINIA NEWSTEDT This is Virginia, our sweet Marigold, Virginia so kindly and dear; Who helped when you asked, and yet never was bold; Calm, quiet, serene, without fear. ELEANOR RAPP Business Manager of WI'he Milestone 1923 Basket Ball Team Eleanor, clear-cut, straightforward and fine Her collars and cuffs ever trim; Carried off honors time after time, White daisy so gracefully slim. EVELYN SHEWMAN President of the Senior Class Slender and blue-eyed with blond waving hair, Drooping bluebell spoke scarcely a woFd; But Cutie , was loyal, honorable and fair, Quick to aid when a friend,s wish was heard. lay; i liglgWM-DJIL I VIRGINIA TODD Fair flower of summer, ilushed faintly with pink, So like this Virginia of ours; Joyous and charming; we all of us think Honeysuckle the sweetest of flowers. Ml ? II. ll . ;' 52 RUTH WILLIAMS Sweet William, retiring, modest and shy Accomplished so much Without words. Sang sweetly, spoke softly, and gently passed by, Eyes dreamy, thoughts soaring like birds. S3 THE ANNUAL BOARD MARIAN BURGER, 1923 ---. .................................................... Editor-in-Chief ELEANOR RAPP, 1923 ................................................... H, Buying; .Manager DORETTE KRUSE, 1923 ............................ - ............................... Art Editor THE STAFF JANE ANDERSON, 1924 BETTY BRENEIVIAN, 1925 JANE MCKAY, I924 CAROLINE NIATTHE'WS, 1925 MARY LLOYD MILLS, 1924 CHRISTINE RAMSEY, 1925 JOSEPHINE GALBRAITH, 1924 ROSEMARY SAWYER, 1925 ELEANOR HAWLEY, 1925 ADVISORY BOARD MISS DOHERTY MRS. SAMPSON MISS JEAN HOWELL MISS JAMES 55 CALENDAR OF SCHOOL YEAR iii g1 September 26-Opening of School. October lZeColumbus Day celebration in gymnasium. November 29eReunion Party. December 204mm Hermiti, at: the tiLittie Playhouse Christmas vacation begins. January 4w-Christmas vacation ends. February 22-Holiday. Washingtonis Birthday. February 28-Miss Doherty entertains the Seniors at the Merchant of Venice. March ZSeEaster vacation begins. April PEastcr vacation ends. April 13-Dorette Kruse entertains the Seniors and Faculty with a bridge at her residence. April lSajuniors entertain Seniors and Faculty with a delightful luncheon at school and a theatre party to see iiHis House in Order? April 28--Seniors entertain Juniors and Faculty with a bridge at the residence of Marian Burger. May lldMonica Goebel entertains Seniors and Faculty with luncheon and bridge at her residence. June IFCOmmencement exercises at the Womafs Club. SpeakeraDr. Samuel McCord Crothers. 56 EDITORIAL llOne who never turned his back but marched breastforward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, thoy right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baflied to fight better, Sleep to wake? N a period when the world as a whole is hesitating and marking time over vital matters, these brief lines of Browningis come as a direct challenge to our generation. Today, as we look about us we find too much of indecision, an indecision that is prompted by the questions: uWhat good will that do me? How much will I benefit by that.w Not only individuals, but nations, make the answer to these selfishiy material questions the motive for their actions. Policies are regulated according to the material gain involved. The result is a time of strife and confusion, of chaotic disorder, when liconfused armies fight by night. There are two views prevalent as to the ultimate result. There is the one that holds that this is the end, that dissolution is near, and that the entire world will inevitably be submerged by the ever-growing waves of selfishness and greed. Then there is that Other belief which teaches that we are at a critical turn- ing point in our journey, ilthrough the rough places to the stars? Wle may choose the downward path or the upward one, but it is still in our power to choose. The College Preparatory School may have, if it so elects, a guiding hand in this Choice. It seems to us that its motto is a very clear, definite, and inspiring signdpost, pointing upward.. It is simply this: Ad Summum. Not a personal, selfish highest, but the highest that may eventually arouse in men,s minds the questions: llWhat good will that do the other fellow? How can I help him by this action? This is the highest ideal, and one for which C. P. S. girls should be ever striving. Let us go on then, through the coming years of school and college, and life after collegeflad summumfand let it be said of her who achieves the fine ideal, that she was truly: lThe who never turned her back but marched breastforwardy 57 6W i-,;--- l o o 41' s THE FRESHMAN ADVERTISERi, n . l ii OCIAL afternoon at last!77 At one dclock on Wednesday, November the 29th, the gymnasium was Stthronged with High School girls-the majority in costume-Turks, Kings, Knights, Lady Macbeth, and even Clemenceau, looking quite as if he had come from France in honor of the occasion. After considerable confusion the room quieted down and Miss Doherty stated that the Freshman Class would give their performance first, announcing their own program. ' After a little delay the performance began. Two pages, Rosalie Bailantyne and Margaret Wherry, stepped forward from either side of the curtain. They were dressed in red and white with tight red jackets and white bloomers. They held to one side a red and white horn from which was suspended a piece of white linen on which was sewed the big red numerals i967 They made a low bow, sweeping off their red tam-o- shanters. While doing so, they blew their horns, and stepped back and the stage curtains were drawn. Thereupon, Mary Jean Pape appeared in cap and gown, and from a long scroll read a most interesting poem written by Margaret Trotter, annou ncing that the first thing on the program would be a cover to the magazine, the iiAdvertiserfi followed by a series of advertisements, and that the class which guessed the largest number of these advertisments would get a prize. This last announcement was received by the audience with great pleasure. Again the pages took their stand and tried to blow their bugles. No sound! Soon loud whispers could be heard behind the scenes saying tiBlow! Blow! One of the pages turned around and said nI am trying but my horn is brokenW No amateur performance would be running true to form without some accident, and on this afternoon it was the pages, bugles which refused to work, for they would blow when they shouldrft and would not blow when they should. After a little delay the curtains were pulled disclosing Virginia Danson as a young lady of the 18th Cen- tury, with her powdered hair piled high and decorated With a gorgeous comb, peering with disdain through 01 a silver lorgnette, at Jean Hamilton, who represented the modern flapper Jean, with her stockings rolled below her knees, was dressed in a short checked skirt, with sweater, scarf, and soft hat, and had a lighted cigarette in her hand. Her face was freely powdered and rouged quite in the accepted modern fashion. The first advertisement was Helen Taylor as the ttCampbell Soup Kid? In one hand she hourished a large spoon, and in the other a banner on which was written 21 kinds! 12c a caniii After this came Edith Johnson as the Dutch Maid in Bakefs Cocoa. This was of course very easy to guess and almost everyone wrote down the correct answer. The other tableaux were shown in rapid succession. Majorie Jones was the Chef in ttCream of Wheatfi taking an order for breakfast from a little girl and boy,-Jane Breese was the boy and Margaret Trotter was the girl. Then came three 701d Dutch Cleanseri, maids, impersonated by Frances Suire, Sophia Helen Fisk and Evelyn Perrin, wildly flourishing their cudgeis in the air. Following these was iiLurf, posed by Medora Richardson in a pink negligee, and by Emily Lea, the maid, showing a silk waist that she had just successfully washed in those soap fiakes. Ruth Mitchell appeared in a lovely hat, sweater, and scarf in a beautiful shade of brown; around her were scattered balls of wool, all supposed to have been one brand, Fleischer! The next tableau took a more lengthy preparation-advertising Eastman Kodaks. Dorothy Dibble was holding the kodak and was photographing a group of girls, Thomasia Hancock, Garnet Hanselmanoand Mary Jean Pape, who were all bundled upon a sled. Large snow drifts of cotton were piled on the back ground. The last picture was Frances Richardson, clothed in white pajamas, with an automobile tire in one hand and a lighted candle in the other. She was easily recognized as uTime to Retiref, advertising the Fisk tires. After this picture the maids, Betty Livingood, Betty Scudder and Mary Alice Ault, gathered up the papers on which the answers had been written. After counting them the President of the Class presented the prize, a box of Bissingefs candy, to the Sophomore Class. FRANCIS RICHARDSON, Class of 1926. 62 The Departure 0f the Canterbury Pilgrims from The Tabard Inn, London, April, 1387. HE curtain rose, and what should meet the eye but the Tabard Inn, that delightful 01d hostelry. TThere, seated on an antique bench was someone with a dark beard and quaint dress, who was really Christine Ramsey, but supposedly Geoffrey Chaucer. Beside this worthy gentleman stood Betty Cassatt, trying to act the perfect Host, in which she succeeded. Moreover, Marjorie Albert, alias Dick, was hopping around, here and there, taking everything in and trying to do his share. Evidently Chaucer had just finished writing a description of a company of people gathered there for their departure upon a pilgrimage. This description he began to read aloud. No sooner had the first lines passed his lips than in stalked Russell Pogue with a knightly air and a complete suit of Beck,s armor, followed by Marian Bishop who by her sighs and the plaintive notes from her flute and by her apparel seemed a young Squire. Quite different from this youth was Frances Huntington clad in forest green and carrying a sheaf of peacock arrows. Suddenly the atmosphere became very solemn and Elizabeth Smith, the Prioress, entered with that stathness and grace for Which a Prioress should be noted, followed by that demure Roberta Jones as a nun attendant and Isabel Hunt as a priest worthy of calling. After this entrance had been duly completed, Margaret Denton strutted in with much dignity and held herself aloof from the rest as any merchant might do. Immediately after him in rushed Nancy Bosart, the wife of Bath, her face so covered with cosmetics that her skin was hardly visible, and gabbing and chatting from the moment she entered. Virginia Esselborn that jolly friar with violin under his arm, hurried in lest he should lose track of that rare female. After all this excitement and a short pause in tottered the rotund cook, Margaret Foster, who had evidently made merry the night before and was still squeezing the last drop from an empty bottle. A grave note was struck by the appearance of Eleanor Hawley, the most pious and worthy of parsons whose face was as white as snow and Whose beard reached almost to his waist. Following the parson was Betty Breneman hardly recognizable for the brown of her skin and garbed in the robes of a monk. Then 64 came the frankelyn, that worthy country gentleman, with a beard spread out like a daisy which almost hid the jovial face of Sally Cavey. Then with ponderous tread and face horrible enough to frighten anyone entered Laura Lippincott as the Summoner with a garland of flowers upon her head. Isabelle Jennings, the Doctor of Physic, entered followed by Dorothy Richmond, the pardoner with flaxen hair. There was great noise and clamor while the sound of music issued forth and in swaggered the miller blewing on his bag- pipe, till his cheeksi almost burst. Jane Swartz succeeded very well in disguising herself by painting an enormous wart upon her nose. Close behind the miller was the humble but worthy plowman, Mary Roberts, Whose legs were bound around and around! Now that all were assembled Chaucer finished his so-called prologue. Then the ilHosf, stepped forth and proposed a plan that each should tell two tales upon the journey; and one who told the best should be awarded a dinner. This was immediately agreed upon, and with much cheering and merry singing the hap- py company departed. CHRISTINE RAMSEY, Class of 1925. w 1 ANY PEACE CONFERENCE? iii y I JUNIOR CLASS STUNT i ACH worthy Junior had carefully crossed her legs in the most approved fashion, according to NIiss Howell. The curtains were then pulled aside. We allowed our audience suHicient time to gasp over our striking resemblance to the various diplomats and men-of-affairs, whom we strove to represent. Then of one accord, we raised our delightful voices in mild protest and uttered exclamatory and hissing cat-calls,, in our respective languages. President Harding, looking thin and worn, then excused himself from the conference to fulfill a date, which, according to the ltBook of Etiquettell it would have been fatal to break. So he left us and went forth to forget and be forgotten under the big, blue sky of Godhs Country, Where a Marfs a Man and G01Ps God,s Greatest Creation. Then Balfour, natty in a high hat and monocle, arose t0 declairn against the degeneracy of this country. He asserted with manful courage that it was tla nell of a country where you carrft get beerll, All England seemed to agree with him and was wrathfully expressing this sentiment, when crash upon crash was heard in the background. It was Germany, plunging through the final barriers, down onto the stage before the expectant assembly. Wildly excited, she demanded her everlasting moratorium, but was finally forced to make an exit, which, by the way, was distinguished for its unusual, volcanic force. It would not be hard to imagine the effect of this outburst on the fierce Tiger of France. He humped his back vigorously at Germany, and after Germany had retired, humped it all over again at Italy. During all this, we were so thrilled that we forgot H. G. Wells. Where upon he grew seriously disturbed and arose from his balcony seat, calling us all Hsneak-thieves, burglars, bums!u He flourished his History of the Worldi, in our expectant faces. With his free hand he revealed for us in the Mirror of Fate, the gruesome murder of Armenia by the Unspeakable Turk. Oh, murder and sudden death! Take it away! 67 So wrought up were we with this spectacle, that we hurled ink-bottles, waste-baskets, paper wads-every- thing, in fact-at the poor creature, who was finally forced to pull up his fatheris trousers and step down into oblivion. The Grand Finale to this striking melodrama was a touching speech delivered by Hughes on the futility of war. After this, each country waved its own flag and tooted its own horn, as it were, as they fondly admired the Dove of Peace, held aloft by the broadly grinning Hoover. The curtain fell on the slowly chanted chorus of tiAmen! Ah, WiminU, while the audience drew deep breaths of satisfaction and wiped sympathetic tears from their exalted faces. SARA MATTHEWS, Class of 1924. ttWITHIN THE WOODS Within the woods there calls a voice A little waterfall is there, In hidden laughter. Is calling, calling; The echoes answer it in glee, And talking gaily to itself Repeating after. As it is falling. MARGARET TROTTER, Class of 1926. 68 $ .. MAM W-Wmhiywwmwwt .vw4 .w COLUMBUS DAY N THE morning of Columbus Day the school assembled in the gymnasium to celebrate the anniver- sary of the discovery of America. A perfectly stunning, large sized, silk flag, which quite took our breath away, was carried in by four seniors. Miss Doherty announced that it had been presented to the school by Iola Osmond. There upon we all duly admired our new possession, and felt very proud of our school and Iola. Then we sang the gStar Spangled Banner? Next Dorothy May Kidd left Primary IV and Miss Helen Howell, and came out to talk before the whole school. She told us all about Christopher Columbus, from his boyhood in Genoa to his discovery of Amer- ica, and we followed her breathlessly, step by step, perhaps anticipating a little in our interest. Another short account of the life of Columbus was given by Dorothy Hills of Primary III, who brought enthusiastic applause. Olive Rhode read us Joaquin Millerls llColumbus, which every one enjoyed very much indeed. This concluded the celebration of that time When, ' nIn fourteen hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue? CHRISTINE RAMSEY, Class of 1925. 70 hTHE HERMITW, ECEMBER 20, 1922 has become a red letter day in the history of C. P. S. On that day there was D presented at the Little Playhouse a play which surprised and delighted the packed audience by the charm of its conception and execution. There is not space to mention each of the clever actors and dancers, but we cannot refrain from praising a few of the leading characters. Christine Ramsey imper- sonated with admirable sincerity the Hermit, Annette Wurlitzer was charming as Viola and both the Lewis sisters gave very clever interpretations of their parts. We cannot give a better summary of the story than is contained in the bit of verse on the title page of the interesting program: uThe Voice calls; Youth answers, eager, roving. But the Voice Glancing hither and thither Like a will-oW-the-wisp, Summons Youth at last Home? We heard one fond father remark, WWAs good as the FolliesV, tTruly it is something to please one who enjoys the FolliesJ We heard an appreciative mother remark, WWReaIly very well done. Especially the lighting and color eHects. Most interesting? tWhich pleased us very muchJ We were all proud that the play was written by an ex-member of our faculty, Mrs. Lewis Lee, twhich pleased us most of allJ MARIAN L. BURGER, Class of 1923. 71 73 A Dm.t.m m SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM am Immin- - Christine Ramsey, Captain F arward: C 5 712ng Christine Ramsey, 1925 Emily Lea, 1926 ' Dorothy Herrlinger, 1924 Hazlehurst McCaw, 1924 Sally Cavey, 1926 Miriam DeWitt, 1927 Guard; Betty Cassatt, 1925 Martha Mithoefer, 1924 Elsie Kidd, 1925 Betty Cassatt was given honorable mention in the newspaper for good playing, WINNING COLLEGE TEAM-SOPHOMORES Betty Cassatt, Captain . Faiwam': Center: Betty Cassatt Eleanor Hawley Christine Ramsey Rachel Hartzell Guard; Grace Layman Rosemary Sawyer INTERMEDIATE GYM CONTEST All Intermediate Classes entered from the Fourth Grade up contested in marching and calisthcnic drill. Special points were given for excellence of captains. The A Division of the Sixth Grade won. 75 THE WATERFALL COLLEGIATE PRIZE POEM There was a river howing through the land7 Melodious river, to whose chiming falls, Birds shrilled their songs; the gentle wood-wind fanned The moving ,broidTry ,gainst its dark, wet walls; And flung the cloudy spray into the air, To hover der the rocks and disappear. The murmurs of the water everywhere, Were voices calling for the rocks to hear. The resting pool, calm, currentless and stili, Of depthless depth, rehected without blame. Each ripple bent the image to its Will, And ever changing, it was still the same. The waterfall was beauty without rule, A thread of lace, above the still, green pool. MARGARET TROTTER, Class of 1926. 76 COURAGE HEN Claire Ashton was three years old her father was killed in an automobile accident and since $$ then she had lived with her mother in an apartment in Boston. Claire, who was small with blue eyes and brown hair, was an only child. When Mrs. Ashton told her of her engagement to Mr- Bob Hayde, Who had frequently visited before, Claire was very glad for she liked Mr. Hayde immensely. Immediately after the wedding they were to go by train to Clearview, a small town not far from Boston, and from there to Mr. Hayde,s family estate IiBlack Manor,n as it was called. They had decided not to have a honeymoon as Mrs. Ashton was anxious to get settled in her new home. Claire was to go to school in Clearview. The night before the wedding Mr. Hayde, Claire, and her mother were talking over their plans. IIMargaretf, said Mr. Hayde, IIdon,t you think we ought to tell Claire.Pu Mrs. Ashton colored. IIWhat? she said. IIOh, about-e, yes, I do? IIClairef, began Mr. Hayde, umy father is going to live with us at the Manor. 1 did not tell you this before because I was afraid it would make you unhappy. He is insane? Claire gazed at him in horror. Before he became this way he was an author and wrote several books on different subjectsf continued Mr. Hayde. uHe must have foreseen in some way the catastrophe that later befell him for he wrote a will stating that if he went mad no one must learn of it, excepting of course those immediately concerned, perhaps this was for the sake of his books. He also said that he was not to be sent to an asylum but that I, who am his only son, was to live with him in uBlack Manor,, until he died, when if I had obeyed his will, I would receive his estate and fortune which is by no means small. A year after the writing of this will he went mad. Only the lawyers, who handled his estate, a doctor in Clearview, Oliver, his valet, who stays with him when I leave and myself, knew of this. Of course I have thus far fulfilled his wishes and shall contin- ue to do this as long as he lives. I told your mother all this before we became engaged and she said that it made no difference as far as she was concerned. The old man is practically harmless and though several 77 7 times he has tried to attack me it was easy to divert him by telling him to do something else. If I felt that you ran any danger I would not permit you to come to the Manor but as Oliver takes care of father, and as he is very easy to control I feel that you will be safe and I sincerely hope that you will be happy. I think I will,', she answered, but to herself she thought, How perfectly awful it will be to live With a crazy person. . When the Haydes alighted from the train, at the Clearview station, the next day, it was already quite late. Mr. Hayde called a taxi and gave instructions to drive to the Manor. Just as night was falling they drew up at the house. Claire peered anxiously through the window of the machine at her new home. It was a large black frame house with many staring windows. After they had gotten out of the cab and it had left, they ascended the stairs to the entrance. Just then the front door, made of ebony and with the words nBlack Manor, carved on it, was suddenly opened from the inside and an old man stood on the threshold. He was of medium height and wore an old-fashioned black suit while from the sleeves pro- truded his large, ink-stained hands. Peering at one from under a pair of heavy eyebrows were his dark, wild, restless eyes with which his almost snow white hair and beard contrasted greatly. He gazed at Mrs- Hayde furtively, then approached her and took hold of her arm. Mr. Hayde put a hand on his fatherls shoulder. HFather,H he commanded, Ilgo upstairs and write your book? The old man turned and With quick, nervous steps disappeared through a doorway. As Claire, frightened and full of dread, stood there she heard footsteps and a man who she realized must be Oliver, the valet, appeared. After greetings had been exchanged Mr. Hayde asked: nHow has father been ?i, IIVery well, sir, replied Oliver. IIBut more restless than usual. I prepared the rooms as you instructed, sir. Then taking the bags he started up the stairs, all three following him. Oliver was a middle-aged servant and his trustworthy air made Claire like him at once. The house was dark, gloomy, and old- fashioned but Clairels room, which was next to that her mother was to occupy, had evidently been repainted and furnished more modernly for her coming. Sometime later she started downstairs. At the head of the stairway she pressed the electric light but- ton leaving the hall in darkness. Then suddenly she heard a quick nervous step approaching and with a scream she lied back to her room, locking the door after her. She heard someone Whom she supposed was her grandfather, come to her door and try it, but after several unsuccessful attempts to open it, he went away. It was some time however before Claire ventured to go downstairs again. 78 The days passed and Claire began to become more accustomed to her surroundings, but she could not conquer the fear of her grandfather and several times when left alone with him had tied ignominiously to her room. However, he spent most of his time in his own apartments and scarcely ever left the house except for short walks with Oliver. School had also begun and she liked the teachers and girls very much, though she did not make any intimate acquaintances, for her father had told her it was impossible to have anyone visit her. It is hard for a girl of fifteen to go without companions of her own age, and Claire was very often lonely. The library of Black Manor was a very hue one, and she spent many happy hours in it for- getting her loneliness in some good book. One day after school Claire was searching for something to read when she found a book of essays that her grandfather had written. As she idly turned the pages her eye fell on a sentence written in italics: i It is not life that counts, it is the courage you put into it,,, she read. She closed the book. ITm an awful cowardfi she thought. iiRunning away from grandfather. I wish I wererft but I just canit help it.,, Claireis mother had been to New York. The day after she came home Mr. Hayde announced the in- tention of going to Boston for the night. III will be back on the morning train? he said as he left. Claire had a foreboding of evil. Her grand- father had been very restless lately, wandering about the house more than usual, and several times during the night she heard him trying her carefully locked door. The night after Mr. Hayde left Claire went to bed early while Mrs. Hayde sat in the library reading, Oliver had gone to his room and Mrs. Hayde was alone in the lower part of the house. Claire was awakened out of a deep sleep by a scream which seemed to come from downstairs. Her heart thumped wildly and for a moment she was breathless with fear. Another and fainter cry sounded through the house. uOh, I can,t go, I canit go, Pm afraidfi she moaned, then suddenly the words came to her: itIt is not life that counts, it is the courage you put into it? She rose quickly and ran down the steps before she had time to meditate. Reaching the library she saw a sight that filled her with terror. Her mother, sitting in a chair, was slowly being choked by the ugly inkdstained hands of Claire,s grandfather, Who was behind her. For a moment Claire stood, undecided what to do, her mind filled with half-formed ideas. Then she said the first thing that occurred to her: ItGrandfather, go upstairs and wash your hands. The old man loosed his hold and turned towards her. iiGo at oncef repeated Claire, shaking violently. Slowly he obeyed and she heard his footsteps die 79 away on the stairs. She slammed the library door, locked it, and sank down in a weak little heap shaking and sobbing. After a little she heard someone try to open the door and a voice said: . HIt's Oliver, is anything wrong? With a sigh of relief, Claire opened the door and Oliver, half dressed entered. She told him between sobs what had happened While he examined her mother, who was very pale and was unconscious. She is still breathing? he said. uMr. Hayde must have slipped past my door without my hearing him. I will go and call a doctor. When Oliver returned they carried Mrs. Hayde to her room and after they had applied smelling salts and cold cloths she at last Opened her eyes. When at last the doctor came he told them that Mrs. Hayde was not badly hurt and that he would call again in the morning. But Claire watched by her mother's bedside for almost the rest of the night. The next morning Mrs. Hayde had a high fever and seemed to be very ill. Shortly after Claire had finished her breakfast the doctor arrived. While he was attending Mrs. Hayde, Mr. Hayde came and after he had seen his wife, Claire told him the events of the previous evening. Where is father? he asked. nHeis in his room, sirf said Oliver. til didnit wake him. Mr. Hayde went out. After a long time he returned and something in his face alarmed Claire. iiWhat is the matter ? she questioned. He did not reply to her but turned to the doctor. Doctor, he said, iimy father-my father is dead. Come with me at once? They left the room and Claire, tears streaming down her face, ran into her bed- room. ttlt may be wicked, she said. uBut I'm oh, so glad he,s dead. Then with a little smile she whispered: It is not life that counts, it is the courage you put into it. JANE BREESE, Class of 1926. 80 THE TEAM OF C. P. S. When we started to the game, Watched our team reach out for fame, Oh! our minds were tilled with doubt,- Still we bravely stuck it out. But the gym seemed, oh! so vast, And the other team so fast; That although we clapped and cheered In our hearts we hoped, but feared. Well! the game was on at last, For they blew a mighty blast, And both teams came on the floor Waiting for what was in store. 8l Oh! they,d never played so well! What a story we could tell, How against the leash we strained As they gained and gained and gained. HWhat! we,ve made one basket more? Tell me, tell me, whaths the score?' uNine to nine! the answer came, Oh! it surely was a game! Then one basket more was thrown, And the whistle, next, was blown! Thrills! The victors were no less Than the team of C. P. S. KARLINA KRIPPENDORF, Class of 1926 DESERT BURRO The borro piods along his weary way I wonder does he think of bygone days, Beneath a burden twice as big as be, When once, he knew the joy of liberty And toils on patiently day after day, And gamboled With his mates ineath moonlighfs No matter what the kind of toil it be. rays, When life was nothing but a revelry. When on the narrow trail he homeward tracks I wonder when he blinks his soft brown eyes, Across the barren, sun scorched desert land, If his faint memory can not recall On to a group of low adobe shacks, The days when all was his--the land and SkiES-t Surrounded by that endless sea of sand, And if he hears the lure of freedom,s call. But still he travels on his lonely way With willing spiritr-silent, gentle, milde He may not think of that past yesterday, He cannot heed the great, itVoice of the Wild. KARLINA KRIPPENDORF, Class of 1926. 82 LISTENING IN OHN JAY JONES was an industrious lad. At the present moment, however, he leaned back in his chair, and gazed with satisfaction at the home-made Radio, Which he had just completed. True, his father and the gardener had installed the aerial, which ran from a great tree in the farthest corner of the yard, to Johnnyis own Window, but aside from this, the Radio was made entirely and exclusively by Johnny Jay. As a reward for his labor, Johnny decided to go to the movies. After a diligent search, he found his cap, Which was reposing under the bed, as small boys7 caps so often do, and started down the street. When he reached the Park Theater, he stopped outside to look at the bill-boards. The program proved an exciting one; his favorite actor in a thrilling mystery play, and the comedy which the iifellas had talked so much about lately. A brilliant thought oceurred to him. He thrust his hand in his trousersi pocket, but it came forth empty. He searched again, but evidently failed to produce the desired result, for: iiGoshli, murmured Johnny, til musta left it at heme in my other coatlii iiWhatis the matter, my boy? inquired a rather gruff voice. iiHaven't yu, got any money? iiNolii answered Johnny. iiI left it at home.,, Well, sonny, said this nice man, nI got enough for us both. What d, yu' say? Huh 1w iiYou betli, was the small boyis answer, and they went in together. When they came out after the show, the man spoke again. Sonny? he said, live got my car right here. Like to go down town and get some ice cream? Johnny assented, and climbed into the front of the car, beside his new-found friend. He felt sure that this man must be a friend of his father, who was a well-known man in the town. Johnny,s friend took a new route to town, one with which John was not familiar. Just as Johnny ventured a remark about this, the man jammed on the brakes abruptly, and at the same time a mufiier was 83 ithrown over Johnny,s mouth. In a few minutes our adventuresome hero, firmly bound and gagged, was lying on the back seat of the little car, speeding away towards the country. i When Johnny failed to return from the movies by ten oiclock, his parents were duly worried and excited. By midnight the police were on his trail, and when, in the morning mail there came an anonymous letter demanding a ransom, Mr. Jones employed the best detectives to be had in New York. Johnnyis father returned home for lunch the next day, too tired and worried for sleep. To pass the time, he sat down before his sonis favorite playthinge-his Radio. In his nervousness, he turned the tuner back and forth, barely listening to what came through the air. Suddenly, startled and alert, he sat up straight, every muscle tense. It was a familiar voice that he heard. IiHelp, it said faintly. I Fhey got me in a yellow brick house on Pine Pike. Come well armed and- The vioice trailed of? into silence. Mr. Jones leaped from his chair, and, after explaining in hurried words to his wife, he jumped into his car, and sped to the police station. Accompanied by policemen, he drove toward Pine Pike, a lonely and seldom traveled road, many miles in the country. How had Johnny known where he was? wondered Mr. Jones. Oh yes! he remembered, they had been on a picnic near there last summer. His reveries were brought to a close by a shout from the policemen. They jumped from the cars, and advanced at full speed. It is useless to give the details of the struggle between kidnappers and policemen; suffice it to say that young Johnny Was saved, the men taken into custody, and the house raided. The exciting story which Johnny told the circle of interested listeners the next day, was brought to a close thus: uWhen the two of 'em went out the next day they said I could go all around the house or listen to the Radio, but not to try to get out because I could not. I fooled with the Radio for a while, and then I thought Iid look around a bit. On the second floor was one door that was closed. I went in because it was un- locked, and there was a broadcasting apparatus. Of course, I made use of it, but I heard ,em coming back before I was finished, so I beat it into the other room. I didn,t know if anyone would pick it up, but ifs lucky for me that you did. I s,pose they use those things for their business; you know--boot-legging. I guess they needed money when they took me. Anyhow, Pm glad I knew how to use the Radio, and ierver get lost again, Dad, you just listen in and see what news you can pick upW FRANCES SUIRE, Class of 1926. 84 THE CLASS OF 1925 There is a class at C. P. S. The others are of different kinds, Which numbers thirty-two. For Hartzell is the rogue, It is a very clever class, And two on hand for any fun IFS colors, white and blue. Are Hawley and Miss Pogue. There are two bright stars in this class Two girls who of the same name are Who for top honors fight, In that class long have been. Their looks are studious and wise; Their last names are Merkel and King, They study day and night. Their first names, Catherine. One is our clever president, And girls there are, when told to work, Whom we call iiCuif, for fun7 Who fill the air with moans, But that is not her proper name, Thefre Sawyer, Leyman, Hunt, Cassatt, She,s Frances Huntington. And Roberts, Smith and Jones. The other one we know as well, Foster, Jennings, Bishop, MacGruer, For we so often ran Oh, there are still a lot, With some hard work or problem Thereis Bosart, Denton, Esselborn, To Betty Breneman. And Laura Lippincott. Then Christine Ramsey follows them, An Albert, Schwartz, and Stevenson, With marks not far below, A few more and wdre thru; In basket ball she quite excels, A Matthews, Gibbons, Andrews, Strunz, Her nickname is mTinof, Another Andrews, too. Without all of these clever girls Our class wouid never thrive. We are the Class at C. P. S. Of 1925. ELIZABETH CASSATT, Class of 1925. 85 AN INTERRUPTED SERENADE small towns and villages scattered throughout the country. In a certain town it was quite the custom for many of the young men to form guitar and mandolin clubs. These boys would spend the evenings serenading their friends. In this particular town there was a club formed which consisted of players of guitars, mandolins, banjos, and also vocalists. IN THE latter part of the last century, in the days when our fathers were boys, there were, as now, many Where two of the main streets intersected there was a grocery store. This store was operated by a man named Schauerpoff, who had two daughters and wife. The Schauerpoff family lived over the store. The side yard of this store was cut OH by a small picket fence which ran along the brick sidewalk. On the same side of the house was a porch, the roof of which reached up to the second story windows and extended nearly over the fence. Grocerman Schauerpoff was a small, red-faced fat man whose circumference around the equator was almost twice his height. He had, as previously mentioned, two pretty daughters of whom he was very fond. Father Schauerpof'f objected strenuously to any attentions paid to them by the young men of the town. Mother Schauerpoff was a very good physical match for her bulky husband, for she, too, was large in circumference. Mother Schauerpoff had a fondness for raising vegetables and was especially proud of her success in growing tomatoes. The day before the incident occurred Mother Schauerpoff had picked some tomatoes and put them on the porch roof to ripen. The evening following the day Mother Schauerpoff placed the tomatoes on the roof, the members of the mandolin club met early in the evening for practice. After they had practiced for some time they set out to serenade their friends, and after having visited several places without unusual results the Shauerpoff sisters were mentioned. This idea was hailed gladly and the youthful musicians set off to the Schauerpoff 86 1.... household, arriving there about eleven oiclock. They lined up very quietly under the eaves of the side porch, just on the other side of the picket fence. The instruments of the band consisted of two guitars, one banjo and three mandolins. There were also six vocalists. After some discussion a signal was finally given and they began to sing iiComrades, a then popular song. The iirst visible result was a rapid movement of three cats across the street. The next was a town drunk, evidently trying to find his way home, who leaned against the fence and let out a loud iiyow-hee. Now let us give attention to the occupants of the room directly over the roof. At the first strain of melodious discord which floated into the room Father Schauerpoff sat straight up in bed. At the second strain he jumped out, clad in his red flannels, and advanced quickly to the open window. The moonlight shown on the musicians, the sight of which sent rage to the heart of old Father Schauerpoff. He put one foot stealthily out of the window. Mother Schauerpofi had forgotten to mention to him about the tomatoes , and he slowly raised his huge bulk out through the Window and placed his other foot forward, intending to peer over the edge of the roof. The other foot, however, was placed directly on Mother SchauerpoiPs tomatoes, which of course gave way and Father Schauerpoff started on a quick, unexpected journey. With a loud iiwhoop-eef, he shot out over the edge of the roof, hooking a part of his red Hannels in a section of tin gutter. With legs and arms widely distended he landed with one foot in a guitar and one hand through a mandolin, in the midst of the musicians. Father Schauerpoffis contact with the club knocked down six members of it, and as the other members were iieeing down the street there was an exciting scramble of the other section of the club to get out from under Father Schauerpofl'. Some few minutes later Father Schauerpoii separated himself from the tin gutter and pried a guitar off his foot and a mandolin from his arms, wiped the tomatoes off his feet onto the brick walk and painfully made his way around to the front door, which he shook and rattled violently until Mother Schauerpoff came running down to unlock it and let him in, closing the door after him. What followed is not to be told, but let us all pity poor Mother Schauerpoff who forgot her tomatoes. After this accident she never again put tomatoes on the porch. roof, and the guitar and mandolin club never again serenaded the Schauerpoii' sisters. MARIAN BISHOP, Class of 1925. SHIFTING SIGNS COLLEGIATE PRIZE STORY. ii ITUATED in the old town of Hartwell, whose ancestral homes and shady avenues are in keeping with its dignity and aspect of learning, is the college, Hartwell, whose portals have welcomed many genera- tions of the sons of Americals foremost families. Oh! You may be sure the college catalogues give adequate description of this beautiful picture, and indeed, one does not easily forget those long and shady avenues of beech trees, whose gnarled boughs arch over head, and whose ruddy leaves in autumn cover the street below like molten copper. But perhaps, there are those who would rather remember those October days, when as college freshmen With their suits turned inside out and donned hind side before, they were made to rake the leaves into square patches so that High and Water Streets might resemble rather elongated checker-boards. They will perhaps com- ment that the leaves were just about as easy to arrange in this manner as would be molten copper, for the Greek letter fraternities were not easy on their pledges. They took care that there was a stiff breeze on the day they chose, as well as a garden party on the nearest lawn. We must not allow former graduates to reminisce in this way, but come back to. old Hartwell ourselves on a certain moon-light night when the town is hushed in sleep. This is of necessity no early hour, for it is usually sometime after mid-night be- fore the respectable and early-retiring inhabitants of the town can assure themselves of peace from prowling parties and lingerers on the river. The river is a broad and well known stream with sloping banks. and a wandering course. Tonight, its almost motionless surface is like a sheet of silver. The windows in this side of the college dormitory on the hill behind the town, and the steeple of the Methodist church, near the boat-landing, are the only other gleaming surfaces; the rest of the town is plunged in shadow. However, deceiving its appearance, a college town is never as peaceful as this, and. peace at all on a night like this means a joke on somebody. One John Gibbons, Jr., clinging with difficulty to the cold damp wall of the Town Hall, about four feet from the ground, has just reached the conclusion that the joke is on him. Bracing his feet on the window ledge below him, he works with numbed fingers to get down a yellow and 88 black sign bearing the word llJanitorl, from above the basement entrance to the building. Then with great firmness he inquires of himself, ilJohn Gibbons, Jr., Why are you doing this? A Gibbons has never before been known to do anything he did not Wish to do? The reasons are six-foldethe six biggest Sophomores in the college. This gang, amply concealed within the vestibule 0f the adjacent building is at present making plans for their night worker, John Gibbons, whom because of his modesty and retirement they have but lately discovered. It is evident Gibbons is new at this sort of thing, but they will try and make his hrst night,s experience complete, if possible have the night policeman find him up a sign-post. This suggestion is met with great approval; they,d just like to see Johnnie trying to convince the constable that held never been out after midnight before. By this time Gibbons has succeeded in taking down the ilJanitorll sign. For several weeks this sign has been singled out as appropriate for the door of a certain professor, that unfortunate member of the faculty al- lotted to a boys dormitory. During the course of the next hour, although asking himself constantly why he does so, John Gibbons, nevertheless, purloins With a certain amount of skill one llEmployees Onlyll and several street signs. After having him at work for the better part of thirty minutes on a cigar store Indian, which because of a previous trip to the college campus was found to be permanently fastened to the owneHs building, his persecutors see to it that he is at work on the Oak Street sign, conspicuous under a street lamp, and that they themselves retire to avoid a Hartwell policeman, completing an uninterest- ing beat. , llCome downf says the voice of the law. Not finished yetfi replies Gibbons, from the lamp post and then a surprised John Gibbons is dragged 01? to Htell it to the judge. At the police-court, the voice of the constable strikes terror into the heart of John Gibbons. One hundred and sixty signs have been stolen from this town in the past five years. You, young man, and your friends have done it? Here his Honor is interrupted and told by that young man that on the contrary, John Gibbons is a freshman and up to this time has retired before eleven on every night since his arrival at Hartwell. The voice of the law does not like to be interrupted and expresses its disap- proval. John Gibbonsfs first and only appearance in court concludes with this sentence: 89 This time we will not lock you up provided that when court opens in the morning you produce and return to me twenty-five stolen signs? Once outside the police-station, John Gibbons stands in a daze. Toniths proceedings have their unpleasant side, but the thought of tomorrow leaves him cold. In his own home town the studious and retiring Gibbons has been unmolested, never even as a boy, has he gotten into any scrapes, and never, above all has he been called upon to answer a question like this. How can a man procure twentyafive stolen signs that he has not stolen? John Gibbons of yesterday could not have answered that question, but in light of the nightis schooling he now found the only answer. In a remarkably short time for any one as new at this game as he7 Gibbons has formulated a most workable plan of action; he decides on the planing-mill yards as the most productive field for his Work, plans to procure a couple of school signs on the way back to the center of town-they are hard to get, but lend color to the collectiona-and last, to fill out the number with street signs. This plan would be a credit to the gang, but Gibbons is destined to Hbetter the instruc- tion, for the art of stealing signs is tedious and the night is getting short. In a last desperate search for the solution to his problem he remembers the gangs room above the post-ofhce. Now, to one whose estab- lished habits of life and life-long ideas have been as upturned in one night as John Gibbons,s, from sign stealing t0 house-breaking is but a little step. And so Gibbons enters the second story of the post-ofiice' building by means of the fire-escape with comparatively little difficulty and no compunction. There are the signs. Well, he knew they would be. He heard the Sophs. say theyld have plenty counting thou up at the club rooms. Gibbons breathes a sigh of relief and begins to count the signs. Most assuredly the Sophomores have been thorough in their teaching tonight, for John Gibbons takes more signs than the law requires-just a few extra to decorate his room-and trudges home in the chill damp air before dawn mut- tering, The first hundred signs are the hardest. MARY LLOYD MILLS, Class of 1924. i Miss Dohertyis Radio Prepii School Minerva Hamilton Kensington Gray Wished education in an up-to-date way, So at College Prep she asked them to show If she could be taught by radio. She was welcomed Within that school profound, No students were present, nor was there a sound, But the teachers with books and large eye-glasses Stood at Radio phones addressing their classes. This delectable fashion of iilistening in Was received with great pleasure by young Miss Minn, Who quickly arranged what she wanted to know To be taught each day by radio. At Six A. M. over radio came buzzin, Miss Holmes, voice Take your daily dozenfi While in the shower, just a moment to stay, Miss Howell foretold the events of the day. While she was donning her work-a-day clothes Miss Hunt gave a lecture on picture shows. At breakfast Min heard for a little While A talk by Mam,selle on Paris style. Miss Dohertyis talk on cosmetics and such Was iCAttain the skin you love to touch? Then came advice to our radio fame How to live her life by the radio pian. Thus Minerva Hamilton Kensington Gray Completed her first real radio day; A day filled with joy, excitement and vim, And all brought about by itlistening in? RUTH HIGLEY, Class of 1924. 91 HIS INSPIRATION HE WARD looked just as it had looked ever since Jack had come to it. It was the typical city T hospital medical ward. The two long rows of white iron beds stood face to face and the his; high windows showed a gray November sky. In the common-place Charity ward one bed was distinguish- ed by a magazine, turned face down on the coverlet. There the man, Jack, lay with closed eyes and fingers restlessly strumming on the magazine. Reluctantly he picked it up to look again at the picture he knew so well. A plain little girl stood in the foreground. Her rriouth was set in the line of defiance as she held out her hand to a youngish uninteresting man for punishment. In the background a little boy cowered against the wall, patently afraid. Again Jacks thoughts ran back unbidden to fill out the memories of his childhood suggested by the picture. He and his little guest had been having a glorious time. The square staircase of the house formed a well from the third hoor to the first; The afternoon had been spent throwing pillows, I'u'gs7 blankets and anything else available down this well. To be sure they had to be lugged up again, but that did not detract from the fascination. Suddenly the little girl had an inspiration. The peanuts would look like manna from heaven. The Sunday school teacher told about that. No sooner said than done. The great brass bowl was upturned, the peanuts were a veritable shower of manna and much more satisfying than pillows. On the heels of this had followed punishment stern and unrelenting. The peanuts had been wasted, the peace disturbed-ea slap for the girl, two for the boy, with the heavy ferule. The man in bed instinctively closed his hand as he remembered drawing back at sight of the ferule. He remembered too, the little girPs look of scorn as she stepped forward, hand outstretched unfiinchingly. He felt again the tingle of aroused pride as he stepped forward to receive two hard blows. And he saw the child,s new look of respect which made up for the stinging slaps. Swiftly his mind traveled through the other years of his life; the sudden death of father and mother a year later, the second rate boarding school chosen by an indifferent uncle, the usual boarding school scrape 91 and the flight to escape expulsion and the wrath of an annoyed guardian, then the various jobs until the war, which was the only character building experience of his life. As a volunteer he rose to sergeant when the drafted men were taken in and as such was sent overseas. The horror and the magnitude of the crime of war were borne in upon his soul. He fought with all his strength to help kill the monster and he lost fear in service for others. But in two months he was gassed and sent home to the people whom the unspeakable horror had left untouched. In the atmosphere of a base hospital, not really at war, the new-found strength deserted him and his discharge found him morally where he was when he left. boarding school but physically weakened. In this condition no jobs turned up for the asking and drifting was easy with nothing to arouse thought. One morning after a night of revelry in an old saloon, he had been awakened by his own coughing on a wet park bench. He had gotten up only to find his legs unsteady and his head reeling. A policeman found him and sent him to the general hospital for moonshine poisoning. Here he developed the case of pneumonia from Which he was convalescing at present. He looked again about the long gray room filled with the ambitionless waste of the city. His eyes turned for refuge to the eyes of the child in the picture. They met his gaze unHinchingly, annoying him by their demand for courage. He did not want to be dragged from his lethargy. Why should he work? What could he gain? But again the eyes met his. He threw the magazine on the floor, deter- mined not to care. The picture remained in his mind. Her eyes were quite uncompromising. He turned for escape to the therapeutic work of the hospital, formerly scorned, and filled in the extra :hours with a course on salesmanship. All these efforts to forget were 'in vain and gradually he ceased to try to throw oil the influence of those eyes and began to feel that they approved his eHorts. At the end of four weeks the authorities pronounced him cured and found him a position as holiday salesman with the promise of permanent work. The job was a find in a thousand, but once back in public life, the old indifference seized him. Each effort was harder than the last, but remembering a little girlls courage he tried again to equal it. At night he imagined how she must have grown, the same straight black hair, the same expressive gray eyes, he saw them lighted with kindness and generosity as well as courage, the same straight mouth, but he loved to think of it as smiling a humorous, tender smile. In fact he never saw an interesting incident without thinking how it. would affect her. The face was his companion and helpmate and gradually his ideal was reflected in his own face. How much the ideal had to do with his advancement, I do not undertake to say but certain it is that he had outstayed the holiday rush and was on the books for promotion. 93 So matters stood on one bleak March day when trade was dull. A young woman entered the store and crossed to a counter two aisles away. She was tall and welI-buiit and she was decidedly well dressed. Her hair was black and straight, her eyes were clear and gray and her mouth was firm. Jack at once recognized the child of years gone by. He could look at nothing but her eyes. They did not have the soft lights he had imagined but perhaps shopping was not an occupation to bring out that iight? But as he looked, he was forced to interpret the face. The wrinkles of the brow bespoke irritation, not responsibility well car- ried. The sharp aquiline nose did not add to oneis belief in smiling eyes. The eyes themselves seemed void of deeper understanding when watched critically. But it was the mouth that most denied fulfillment of his dream. To be sure it had the courage of the child who had stimulated him, but faith in this courage was destroyed by the cynical twist which seemed habitual to the thin lips. As Jack noted all this and heard the woman,s rather high voice saying gCharge and send it please-Mrs. William Jones, 319 Prospect Placef, he turned away With a great joy, for now he knew his inspiration was saved, since nothing could rob him of the reality and continuance of his dream. AMELIA K. DUNHAM, Class of 1924. 94 l w ill IN THE MANNER OF RING LARDNER ill h H Softmore, Junyore Baskit Ball Game ELL Frends, you will of course be surprised to see my name atached to this write upebutt youil have nothing on me. You see it was this way the little ladie, Miss Howl, our English teecher says: llWill you go to the baskit ball game to be played by the junyores vs. softmores and write it up for the manual? Well, I wood of went anyway so I says surefl I aint so wiz on slingin a pen butt I can tell the world about a baskit ball game. Well say, I thot gurls was rated to be genteel, amible, and nobelebut thats all bunkw-you shood see their reel natures crop out in a game of chanst like baskit ball. My, when I think of what some poor guys is going to get handed em some day when these baskit ball queens leads em to the alter, well say, Pm glad that Ilm a woman. Seeing their natural raness crop out this way I wonders what they,re in a prepara- tory school for. Preparin for what! Maybe some is not going to prepare for married life. Maybe some is going to take up lost perfeshuns like ladie barbers. Well frends, so far the game was 0. K. butt a lot of the players got in what seemed to be one grand mix up and all the spectaters yels and hollars so I turns to the ladie next to me and says IIWho seems to be winin or can you win in this game? She says HWe never no till the annual is publishedfl Just then a gurl sitting on a tabel yells tITimehI says I think its about time these gurls stop mocking each other around. In a few minits the tussle begins agen. The gurls who is softmores mock the tar out of the junyores so to speck then when they have finished the softmores get togeather and yell somethink like this til, 2, 3, 4. Who we gonna yell for, softmore, softmore, ra, ra, ra ?ll and say I says to myself IIAinlt those gurls nice not to get sore after being bat around like that by the junyoresKl Well frends, it was a grate game and I was glad I had came. RUTH HIGLEY, Class of 1924. COM RADES TWO AMBO and Scotty were dear friends, both of the same species of canine,--Scottish Terriers. They were half-brothers, their mutual father being Master Rocket. Sambo was named after the little Black Sambo who ate so many pancakes, not because the dog ate so much but because he was little and very black. Scotty was given his name on account of his breed. They had the usual characteristics of their family, small body on short legs, long tail, and thick rough coat. As is sometimes, however, the way in families, they differed in many respects. Scotty was larger than Sambo, and his brindle tail waved one inch higher than Sam,s. He was very proud of his rear extremity and wagged it all the time. Sambo was more brunette than Scotty. His bushy tail he wagged incessantly, but he did not attempt to show it off as much as Scotty did his. Scottyls eyes were smiling pools of amber while Sambds were bright as coal. Sambo also had very thick whiskers and sideburns. Though American-born these canny Scots inherited all the shrewdness and clannishness of their fore- bears. Where one was, the other was sure to be; and they rarely admitted any other dog to their company. Scotty was placid and even-tempered. He wiggled all over with good nature upon the slightest provocation. Sambo, on the other hand was excitable and reserved. He detested to have strange dogs come into his yard. He allowed his most intimate friends to enter, but chased others off most vociferously. Scotty, of course he was always glad to see. Scotty was a born wanderer and adventurer. Sambo also liked to see the world. Their master, though, was at a variance with their inclinations. He put up a fence around the backyard to keep them home. They were of an inquiring turn of mind and longed for greater worlds to conquer, so they burrowed under the fence. In the winter time the City Stables nearby were their favorite haunts of the chase. Large and select rats were the game. Much to the chagrin of their mistress, the Scotties spent hours in their arduous amuse- ment. They would find the entrance to the home of the rodent. Then by barking about the hole, they would force the rat out of his home. In among the stalls they would race in hot pursuit. Sometimes they 96 would become too excited and lose their headgeand the rat too. Then the prodigals would return at any hour and arrogantly demand entrance. When they were admitted to the well-aired home, a strong equine odor would permeate their immediate Vicinity. Thereupon their master and mistress, to preserve peace in the family, would Spartanly bathe them. In the Spring, when Tia young manls fancy turns,, and so forth,-although every hole in the fence was filled with bricks, they dug new ones, and escaped to hunt in the llknobsf, Chattering squirrels and loping cotton-tails, together with the birds, lived in the wooded ravines and hills there. Away from the vicis- situdes of human life, the Scotties stalked their game. Unfortunately they could not keep the sticks from cracking underfoot, so the rabbit heard them and ran. It led them a long and thrilling chase, but it even- tually escaped into its burrow. The Scots, wha hae wil scratches bled, returned home covered with burrs. Once they triumphantly brought home a trophy. It was a jack-rabbit, but it had been long since killed. One morning early, in quest of greater game, they enlarged the territory of the chase. They scented prey. The trail led them across Clifton Avenue through the traffic. Sambo was so excited that he did not look for automobiles. He was hit by a truck and knocked to one side of the road. Half-paralysed7 he dragged himself to a hedge nearby. Here he collapsed on the soft earth. Scotty nosed him sympathetic- ally, but Sambo did not move or make any sign of recognition. Scot was puzzled. He knew something dreadful had happened. He sat down to keep guard. Hours passed, but he would not leave. In the meantime, at home, as the meal-time approached and the dogs did not return, their mistress grew anxious. She went out in the backyard and called and whistled for them a long time. There was no response. When she came back to the house, two children yelled and ran up to her. They said that the dogs were run over in front of the Catholic School. She rushed to the garage and got the car, went up to the school and there she found the two dogs. One was lying as if he were dead. The other, beside his fallen comrade, was keeping faithful watch. FRANCES HUNT, Class of 1924. 97 GRIEF A tiny purple box of lavender, Heid said ,twas like her with its dainty grace, Rosemary that was withered now and faded, A scrap of yellowed, fairy-woven lace. These were the things Elizabeth had kept From that sharp swift glad time with Jim. These were the things that forced her to remember Her former iove of love, and spring, and him. For it was spring today, and spring was cruel3 Who with soft fingers begged her to remember How two had met and loved and then had parted, In one short time, from May until September. Life had swept on and left Elizabeth Old and more silent every passing year. After the storm of love, drear peace of absence And old reminders hid away with fear. And now she bowed her head and softly wept, She whom the neighbors thought too cold to care; Softly the evening breeze crept close around her, Last light of waning day caressed her hair. A tiny purple box of lavender, Hehd said ,twas like her with its dainty grace, Rosemary that was withered now and faded, A scrap of yellowed, fairy-woven lace. MARIAN BURGER, Class of 1923 . 98 SENIORS IN 1941 As Inspired by ttLocksley Hall Pilot, leave me here a little at my dear old C. P. S. Leave me here to dream so fondly on these wellknown premises. Now back into the years I look, so very far, Ah Me! When we as Seniors ruled the World, that'year of 523. Those Seniors they have greatly changed, since the days at C. P. S. The fate of each PH try and tell with truth and accurateness. There is our President ttCutie and her friend V. Todd so gay Who are reforming Arab Chiefs by the method of Coue. ttRannyf, with Dorette as partner, make long trips in snow and rain, Taking people the world over in their de-luxe aeroplane. Now Bonifleld and Goebel own in Russia large estates, While V. Newstedt as a lawyer, is a famous advocate. Tales of HWeek-End Flights to Saturn thousands buy so eagerly For Eleanor and Marian are authors great you see. As for Ruthie BilP and ttCritty, theyH-e radium fiends renowned, And up in Mars the people think they should be regally crowned. Hark! My faithful pilot calls me, sounding on the airplane horn, And my dream self mounts beside him as reality is born. MARY MCPHERSON MATTHEWS, Class of 1923. 99 Stanzas Written in Dejection meat NewportI a la P. B. Shelley Composed February 11, 1923, in mood of dejection induced by the necessity of creating a IILong Theme.n I II The room is warm, the light is bright, Alas I have no hope, no health, The firelight dances on the wall, N0 peace within, no calm around, And calm and restful is the night, Since I have spent my glorious wealth But o,er it seems to come a pall. Of valued time and thought renownede A shadow 0,61 my heart doth fall. On subjects trivial, or profound! A spectre grim my strength has sapped My tempefs lost, and my friends, favor, And I in deepest gloom am wrapt. And no theme comes to crown my labor! POSTSCRIPT Some might lament that I have tried To write this melancholy rhyme, And some might wish that I had died, E,re I did perpetrate this crime. Yet stay your comment for a time. Heap on Miss Howell your indignation- ,Twas written at her instigation. VIRGINIA TODD, Class of 1923. 100 THE MOON When the sunis at rest in the rose tinged west; Things come and go, on the earth below And the night winds make low moan, Which live watched for many a year A silver disk, through the evening mist NIan7s sorrows and needsy his cruel dark deeds I drift to my lofty throne. And I cannot shed a tear. There, wrapt in a shroud, of a snow white cloud, With calm, cold light, on wrong and right Where here and there shimmers a star, On Heathen7 as on Christian, Through the crystal air, my image fair, On Death and Birth, on Love and Mirth, I spy in earthis waters afar. I look and all is one. The babe at rest, on his motheras breast Dreams of another sphere. His smile is bright and his breath so light That the angels stoop to hear. iiSleep in my arms, safe from all harms The mother softly sings. gLive true, love deep, and may you reap The harvest which Virtue brings. RUTH WILLIAMS, Class of 1923. 101 IN MEMORIAM HELEN KINSEY GREENE CLASS OF 1911 102 $ m ANNOUNCEMENTS ' $J ENGAGEM ENTS Louise McLaren and Harry Slayton. MarianrHayward and Power Clancy. Jean Graydon and Francis Mitchell. Mildred Ziegler and Richard Le Blond. Hannah Mallon and James Matson MARRIAGES Julie Galvin and P. Lincoln Mitchell. Jane Glover and Harold W. Haserick. Mary Howard Hazen 311d Charles Burchenal. Doris ,Marjorie Shepherd and Francis Goodman Harrison. Alice PEPE and Olwer Bardes. Virginia Knower and John Edward Elmendorg. Dellah Vail and Melville Borders. Margaret Anderson and Green Fenley, jr. Mary Anderson and James Coombe. Dorothy Anderson and Roger Gildersleeve. Hannah Shipley and Henry Goodyear. Mary Cunningham and Samuel Stephenson. Margaret Tangeman and Audley Brown. Margaret Keplinger and William Hinsch. Dorothy Henderson and William Wallace. Helen Lee and Paul Miller. Louise Sher! and Stephen C. Marvin. Alice Hines and John Robin CIeland. Dorothy Lyon and Robert Johnson Badham. Ruth Rebhun and Leonard Smith, jr. Kathryn Rogers and John Gates. 104 r1- Mr. Mr. Mr. . and Mrs. Harold LeBlond Hillizabeth Conroyl BIRTHS and Mrs. Melville Borders Dellah VaiD. Betty Bordefs. and Mrs. Clifford Wright Marjorie Langdonl Eleanor Wright. and Mrs. Clifford Straehly Oriel CamachoL Clifford Straehly, Jr. . and Mrs. Phillip Jerome Clark Qdary Rosan Krippen- dorfl Phillip Jerome Clark, Jr. . and Mrs. James Laws Ricketts I,Frances Poguel james Laws Ricketts, Jr. . and Mrs. Harry Gordon ukuth Hatfieldl Ruth Hat- iield Gordon. . and Mrs. Eugene Farney Margaret WithrowL Sara Jean Farney. . and Mrs. Greene Fenley Margaret Andersonl Mar- garet Anderson Fenlcy. Mary LeBlond. : Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. NIL Mr. JEANNE Le Capitaine at Madame MARMILLOT sont leur fille JEANNE. heureux de vous faire part de la naissance de . and Mrs. Douglas Allen Uimily PowelD. and Mrs. William Thorne Bahlman Uanet Rhodesl Dudley Ward Rhodes Bahlman. and Mrs. James J. Faran, Jr. Angelinc Lovelandl Richardson Faran. and Mrs. Robert Lockhart Houston Margaret Graydoro. Robert Lockhart Houston, Jr. and Mrs. James Monroe Martha ShipleyL Monroe, Jr. Jane james . and Mrs. Anthony Donald Bullock Ade1aide Orrj. Betty Bullock. 7 and Mrs. Patterson Pogue Dorothy BarrettL and NIrs. Laurence C. Witten UuIia McLarenL McLaren Witten. Daniel Susan Powell Allen. and Mrs. Stanley Matthews Lawson, Jr. HelenAl1enl Stanley IUatthews Lawson, III. $ BONN WAYS-RHENANSO S. P. 96 Le 31 Mars 1923 105 THE ALUMNAE 1907 Cadwalader, Louise Kroger, Lucile, B. A., Wellcsley Osmond, Emelie Schmidlapp Mrs. A. E. Osmon$ 1908 Clark, Margaret, B. A., U. of C. Cox, Marianne Clark Mrs. Howard Cod Holden, Grace Morgen Mrs. Reuben Holdem McCullough, Ethel, B. A. Vassar 1909 Eaton, Ruth Crothers Mrs. Chester Eatom WFaran, Jane Goodall, Winnifred, B. A., Bryn Mawr Lyons, Virginia Bell Mrs. W. L. LyonsJ Rawson, Gwendolyn, B. A., Bryn MaWr Schmuck, Ruth Kinsey. B. A. Vasxar Mrs. Thomas Schmucld Stale , Marion Gaulding Mrs. W. B. Staleyj ': Deceased 1910 Anderson, Julia Dimock, Imogen Kinsey, B. A., Vassar Mrs. George E. DimocH Dominick, Helen Dittman, Barbara Thrasher Mrs. George Dittmam Healy, Charlotte Kessing, Jennie MoEctt Mrs. Oliver Kessiny ToeWater, Charlotte Shipley Mrs. George M. ToeWated Williams, Louise 1911 Banks, Louise Rot: Mrs. Phillip W. BankQ Buhr, Corinne Lawson Mrs. Arthur Buhd Craig, Ruth Thrasher, B A, Vassar Mrs. James Craig Faran, Ange $Green, Helen Kinsey, B. A., Vassar Mrs. Joseph Greem Hill, Adelaide Singleton Mrs. Lamar Him Marmillot, Jean Sattler, B. A., Bryn Mawr Mrs. Maurice Jean MarmilloO Waterman, Mary Mallon, Vassar Mrs. Alan F. Watermam 106 IQ! 1912 Buckingham, Doris Rogers Mrs. Alfred G. Buckinghand Carothers, Helen Holmes, B. A., Bryn Mawr Mrs. Ralph G. CarotherS Crothers, Aline Moore, B. A., Vassar Mrs. Stanley W. CrotherQ Donogh, Dorothy Duncan, Dorothy Eagan, Marie Kuperschmidt Mrs. Clarence Egam Faran, Angeline Loveland, B. A, Wel- lesley Mrs. James John Faram Glascock, Katherine Goodley, Katherine, B. A., Bryn Mawr Mcachem, Adele Campbell, B. A., Vas- sar Mrs. Lawrence Mcachem Price, Grace Grimm Mrs. Stewart Prica Simrall, Lillian Crothers Mrs. William SimralD Smith, Harriet Blackburn Mrs. Eugene Smitm Strobridge, Mary Elizabeth Kemper UVIrs. J. M. Strobridga 1913 Bahlman, Janet Rhodes Mrs. William Bahlmam Greer, Mildred Chase Mrs. Everett S. Gree$ Hicks, Madeline, B. A., Wellesley Holmes, Mary Herbert UVIrs. William Holmesd Homan, Helen Kroger Mrs. Rudolph Homam Kroger, Jane Grithh Mrs. Chester F. Kroger? Tangeman, Margaret Brown, B. A., Vassar Mrs. Audley Browm Thrasher, Corinne, B. A., U. of C. 1914 Baker, Beatrice Carmichel Mrs. C. W. Bake0 Brown, Nellie Knabe Mrs. S. K. BIOWM Dunn, Helen Justice Mrs. Donald Dunm Flynt, Helen Geier, B. A., Vassar Mrs. Henry N. FlynQ Gordon, Ruth Hatfield, B. A., U. of C. Mrs. Harry Lincoln Gordom Marjorie Hinsch Hofer, Gwendolyn Crawford Mrs. Richard H. Hofe0 Holden, Mary Landis Mrs. Ira S. Holde$ Bishop, Frances Howe Mrs. Alfred Bishom Mallon, Sophia, B. A., Vassar Pogue, Dorothy Barrett Mrs. Patterson Poqu 1 Deceased. 1915 Farny, Margaret Withrow, B. A., Wel- lesley Mrs. Eugene Farnw Homer, Louise Kinney Mrs. James Louis Horner Langdon, Harriet, B. A., Vassar Littleford, Mildred Brooks, B. A., Vassar Mrs. John LittleforcD Mane, Olive Koehler Mrs. Harold W. MauQ Ricketts, Frances Pogue GWrs. James Laws RickettQ Sohngen, Jean Butterfield Mrs Schuler Sohngem Shefiield, Elizabeth Suydam Mrs. Samuel SheffieltD Witten, Julia McLaren Mrs. Laurence C. Wittem 1916 Chase, Louise, B. A., Wellesley Goodall, Mary Forker Mrs. William GoodalD Jones, Ida Crothcrs Mrs. James G. Joneg Keck, Mary Lou Moore Mrs. Karl G. Kecld Langdon, Myra, B. A., Vassar Lyon, Dorothy McCurdy, Virginia Geier Mrs. Gilbert J. C. McCurdytl Nonnez, Anne Palmer Mrs. Henry Nonnez Rogers, Kathryn Strachly, Oriel Camacho Mrs. Clifford Straehhd 107 1917 Gildersleeve, Dorothy Anderson, B. A., Vassar , Mrs. Roger Gildersleevd Fenley, Margaret Anderson Mrs. Greene Fenley, JrJ Blake, Elizabeth Mitchell, Julie Galvin Mrs. P. Lincoln MitchelD Gerard. Frances Johnson Mrs. Turpin GerarcD :tGuckenbcrger, Jean Hatfield, Louise Holloway, Dorothy Houston, Miriam Tate Mrs. David F. Houstom LeBlond, Elizabeth Conroy Mrs. Harold LeBloncD Loveland, Clara B. A., Wellesley Munyan, Mabel Hughes QrIrs. Arthur Tapley Munyam MacLaren, Louise, B. A., Smith Marvin, Louise Scherl, B. A., U. of C. Mrs. Stephen C. Marviro Goodyear, Hannah Shipley, Smith Mrs. Henry Goodyead Upson, Alice Barnard tMrs. Mark Upsoro Wilson, Ruth B. 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William WallacQ Isham, Mary Louise Korn, Happy Meyers, Janet Mitchell, Margaret Purves, Audrey Resor, Eunice Chase Borders, Dallah Vail tMrs. Melville Borderso Witherspcmn, Edith Zuber, Natalie 108 1922 Albert, Phlyyis Cadwallader, Mildred Chase, Emily Edwards, Dorothy Ellis, Virginia Martin, Thyra Newstedt, Elizabeth Sattler, Agnes Waite, Frances VVoodbury, Amrah 1923 Bonifield, NIablc Burger, Marian Crigler, Christine Goebel, Monica Kruse, Dorette Matthews, Mary Randolph Matthews, Mary McPherson Newstedt, Virginia Rapp, Eleanor Shewman, Evelyn Todd, Virginia Williams, Ruth Honorary Members Doherty, Mary Harlan Howell, Jean Hunt, E. Louise Langenbeck, Clara Laugcnbeck, Anna AD VER T ISEMEN T S 109 X; HalestaVJalsh Co InteriorFuxniShingS QDccou-atlons : rrjwest Seventh St. J 110 Compliments of A FRIEND The Ohio Valley Slate Co. 807 Gerke Building Cincinnati POLICE DOGS We Sell Quality Coal in Puppies F or Sale Car Load Lots Hughes Coal Co. GEO. R. SCHNEIDER, Sales Agent Buy a thorough bred police dog for your children and your home. The best families in our country are buying these dogs be- cause they are the most intelligent breed known and a great companion and protec- tion to little children and the ladies of the house. We usually have puppies for sale. CARLDOT KENNELS Z3 PICKERING BLDG. I79 Mt. Pleasant Ave.. Phone Highland '092 FT. THOMAS. KY. Main 3325 CINCINNATI, O. n-u $ .- 111 'th $011252 :13rgpzncatmlrg $thnul fur $145 PRIMARY, INTERMEDIATE, COLLEGIATE AND ADVANCED DEPARTMENTS MISS MARY DOHERTY. 3- A- JOHNSTONE PLACE, E. w. H. PRINCIPAL PHONE WOODBURN 3147 Compliments of H. S. Pattison 112 Compliments of The Leyman-Buick C0. Let Your Jeweler be Your Gift Counsellor George H. New$tedt 113 KINDY W JEWELS AND PEARLS C om'plimmt: of N Charles J. Schultz H- Ratterman, Jr. HOTEL SINTON BUILDING 114 H LANDSCAPE GARDENING Wilbur Dubois and SOD Phone Madisonville '89 Arnsby Place. Madisonville The Theo. Dietrich Co. 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