College Preparatory School - Milestone Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 210 of the 1924 volume:

T56 College Preparatory School for girls CINCINNATI - OHIO MWHE 1924 ANNUALJwe-u PUBLISHED BY THE COLLEGIATE DEPARTMENT OF THE SCHOOL CINCINNATI, OHIO, 1924 nw. '64 INV. 76' DEDICATED TO THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE COLLEGE PREPARATORY SCHOOL FOR GIRLS FOR HIGHEST RECORD 1N SCHOLARSHIP AND FELLOWSHIP FACULTY The MISS MARY HARLAN DOHERTY. B. A. Principal Latin MRS. MARY ALEXANDER Drawing MISS EDNA PEARL COTTERAL Geography MISS ANGE R. FARAN Secretary MISS ESTHER V. HANSEN, B. A., M. A. Latin MISS HARRIET HOLMES Gymnasium MISS HELEN HOWELL Primary Department MISS JEAN HOWELL. B. A, English Literature MISS ETHYL HULL, B. A. Arithmetic MISS E. LOUISE HUNT, B. A. Geometry, Algebra MISS MARDI HUNT Chorus Singing Faculty MISS RUTH JONES, B. A. History MISS SHIRLEY KEMPER. B. A. Primary Department MISS ANNA LANGENBECK, B. A. Civics, History MRS. LEWIS EARLE LEE, B. A. English MLLE. LOUISE LEVESQUE F rench MISS CLARA OLDS LOVELAND, B. A. English, Arithmetic MLLE. ELISE ROZE Primary French MISS FANNIE RESOR STEWART, B. A. Science MRS. SUSAN A. H. SAMPSON Primary Department MLLE. ANNA SCHLEBY Brevet Superieur French Language and Literature SCHOOL PICTURE gm :7 T. LSTWJEL L. 5b a $.C? C vggzz ?LWW :. wmv uzgw , PRLMARY KNOWLEDGE z T, :L a E? E , g. F , L to PRIMARY IV AND 111 Primary IV MISS HELEN HOWELL ................. SARAH LOUISE RICHARDS ............ NANCY ANDREWS EVELYN BOSWORTH ANNE DUNLAP ANNE LEA DITMARS ANNE HARRISON Primary MISS HELEN HOWELLV . V . . . ........ SUZANNE NOYES. , . . JUNE ASHER MARY ELIZABETH BARTLIT ANNE BURLINGHAM ELIZABETH ANN CHATFIELD HENRIETTA ESSELBORN HELEN EUSTIS CARYL FIELD BETTY FLACH BETTY FORD PHYLLIS FORD BETTY HARGRAVE ......................... Class Councilor ............................... President HELENA HOLTERHOFF VIRGINIA KUYPER SARAH LOUISE RICHARDS JANE ROTHIER ................... . .Class Councilor ............................. President CHRISTIE HOLTERS LILLIAN IRVING SHIRLEY KINNEY LLOYD LANIER GLADYS MEYER SUZANNE NOYES KATHERINE PERRY VIRGINIA SCHOEPF DOROTHY SMITH WOODRA WALTER PRIMARY II Primary II MISS SHIRLEY KEMPER, . . . . . ..... . . . . .................... Class Councilor AGNES TIETIG .............. . , . . V . . ...................... , . President EVA BRAUN AMY JEAN MURDOCK DOROTHY BRIGGS SARA MARSH NICHOLS NANCY JANE CRAMER ROSAMOND PERKINS CLARISSA DANA HELEN ROTHIER MARGARET FISK AGNES TIETIG CLARA FAY IRVING ELSIE WARRINGTON DOROTHY MAY KIDD KATHERINE WULSIN WINNIFRED KING MAXINE ZANGE HELEN JEANETTE LUNKEN PRIMARY I Primary I MRS. SAMPSON ................ CHARLEE BRENEMAN ........... ETHEL ASHTON CHARLEE BRENEMAN MARY BROOKS MARY LUCILE DU CASSE AILEEN FRY NANCY SHEFFIELD GERE ELIZABETH GARDNER SUZETTE HAILE HELEN HALSEY PAULINE HERMAN DOROTHY HILLS HELEN HUTCHINSON GRACE JONES VIRGINIA JONES ANGIE ANNETTA KELLER ANNE KIRKPATRICK ADELAIDE KRUSE FRANCES LAMSON SUSANNAH LEYMAN PATRICIA POGUE PEGGY POGUE MARGARET RAPP YEOLANDE SCHNEIDER KATE SHINKLE ............... C lass Councilor ..................... President Contributions from the Primaries F lowers I love a rose. I love a lilie. The rose is red. The lilie is white. My favorite flower is a rose. It is not man that mack the flowers. But it is God. Virginia Gladys KuyperiPrimary IV. Silent Dick 1 have a dog. My dog is named Dick. I have a polly. Polly said Hello daddy. Dick is a little dog. Dick does not bark. I have a pink hen. My pink hen said Cluck Cluck. Sarah Louise RichardsiPn'mary IV. Antique But Not Coo-Coo We have a banjo clock in our bedroom, which is a hundred and fifty years old, for it is antique. It does not go coo-coo, but it goes tick-tock. iThe Endi June AsheriPrimary III. Great Menaor What Does It? Chapter I What makes great men? Honesty. Kindness. Braveness. Wisdom and Gen- erousness. George Washington as a boy was not like a sissy. Yet he liked to read books and write neatly. Washington loved horses. Once they had a horse who would let no one ride him. Washington said I will tame him. And in a day he was so tame anyone could ride him. He was not like Lincoln in this way. Lincoln was homly. Washington was strait and tall and he was not homly like Lincoln. But they were both great men and served their This is What does it. e 57-. r liq 5. Lincoln was a great man. But Wash- We now call him the father of country well. ington was greater. our country. Chapter II Lincoln was a great man too. Some people think that Lincoln was greater than Washington. Lincoln was a kind man. Once when Lincoln had his best cloths on he saw a pig in distress, it was caught in the mud, and Lincoln helped him out. The End Helen Eustise Primary III. Facts About Birds What do you think is the most wonderful and most beautiful think out of doors? I think the birds are. The birds are such cute little things. They are all colors. There are Robins and Blue-Jays and Crows and many others. One thing about them is that they can sing. And another is that they can fly. They build in ground or tree or bush. There are many other things about them. The End Betty HargraveiPrimary III. A Circus at School It is not usual to have a circus at school. But at Christmas time Miss Doherty gave a circus. It was in the gym. The whole Scholl was there. The Big girls acted it. There were Tight rope walkers and bears on skates and when they came in they took holte of each others tails. then there was a magic man and trained seals and a sword swallower, and a fat woman and a snake charmer and a Dwarf and a wild woman and a fortune teller Monkdy. T hey gave us lollipops and popcorn, and after the show there was a Punch and Judy show. Caryl FieldiPrimary III. Easy But Teasey There are not many great men. All men can be great if they use there mind. Great men have to be wise. They have to be honest and kind and brave and polite and gennerous. I will tell you to great men named George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Lloyd LanierWPrimary III. A Circus at School We had a circus at school. It is funny to have a circus at school. The big girls acted it out for us. I liked it. There were tight rope walkers. There were bears on skates. They were funny to. One of the bears pulled the other bears tail off and the other bear fell down on the floor. Gladys MeyersiPrimary III. Our Flag I know 5 things about the flag. You should never drag the flag on the ground. You should never use a Flag as a table-cloth. You should never use a Flag as a dress. You should have 13 stars and 48 stars in the blue field. the first flag was made by Betsy Ross. Lloyd LanierePrimary III. feiu LE: d'u- The Way This is the way to be president you have to be kind and brave and wise and polite and strong this is the way. Anne BurlinghamiPrimary III. Spring Spring has come, spring has come Lets be happy and have some fun All the flowers with their bells so sweet Nod and bow down at our feet. Helen Lunken-Primary II. Auto Service for Kesley My brother is funny. He plays the most of time with Jock and Jock loves Kesley. Everyday Kesley is funny. Kesley has a big automoble. He pulls Jockis hair. I love him. Virginia SchoepfePrimary III. nut. ?altH 77 777 7, rshr -a .,., '. '5 Wr'ti'eViWi-eei i7, riiirirwr 7 O u How the Goat Got a Beard The Spring Once upon a time there was a stupid old man. In the time of spring He had a beard. He lived in a haunted house. Every The birds begin to sing, night he heard something. When he was a boy he The daffodil is very bold said two and two are ten. And he called his sister For it comes out when it is cold, Bibby when it was Betty. He was a herder. When Then above the ground are seen the goats wanted food he gave them water. He was Tiny blades of purest green. stupid in everything. He really deserved to be pun- ished for it. Once When he was calling his sister Betty he didn't say HBibbyH nor HBettin but nbaw- baw. He had turned into a goat. And ever since h b d . goats ave ear 5 When I Grow Up Elsie WarringtoniPrimary 11. Margaret Pogue FiskiPrimary 11. When I grow up I want to be a nice, kind, lovable mother to my children. Hf I get married and have Art for Artis Sake childrenJ I want to have three childrenetwins, a boy and a girl, and another girl four years older than In the spring the twins. Their names are to be Elsie and Robert. The bluebirds sing, The other girls name is to be Charlotte. I want to And the wind is rather 601d be married to a handsom man, who loves me. SO the flowers grow very bOIdt I want to live in Cincinnati, near my father and The sky is tinged with lightest pink, mother. In the winter I want to live in the city, in And so the little raindrops think the summer I want to live in the country and have That it probably would be best my father and mother visit me. I want to be sporty For them to take a little rest. and able to frolic in my old age. Winnifred Kinngrimary II. Dorothy May KiddePrimary II. My Cat I have a little gray cat. His name is Fluffy Thomas. I named him Fluffy because he is so 11tu and Thomas because he is a Tom cat. He is very very cute. One evening when he was outside, we saw a cat peep in our dining room window, it did not look like ours but we let it in the house, but it was not ours. After a while we found out that our cat had brought his cat girl friend to visit him and we see her with our eat all the time. I do not know who this other cat belongs to and no one else does either. Aileen FryePrimary I. My Cat and My Dog When I was visiting my Grandmother last summer I wanted a eat, so one day a man gave me a Racoon kitten three weeks old. One day it was lost for five hours in the woods near by. I could put it on my shoulder and it would not move, but cry. I asked the chauffeur to take it home, when we went back to Rhode Island. JI. 79 When I got back home my Grandmotheris chauffeur had the kitten, it was a cat now. It was lost again for two months. I have it now, it is let out of the house not for a minute. When my sister was in Paris she got a police dog. its name is HArty . She gave it to my brother and myself. was lost for four days but now I have him. I iArryi ! The End Kate Davis Shinkle-Primary I. The Snake Once when Margaret Betty and I were playing on the dock we saw a slight movement in the water. It was a snake of a grayish yellow color with diamond shap spots on his back. He started for us, we ran to the shelter of a low tree. The snake crawled savagely around the tree trying to get us. We called for help, the people hearing us came out to help us. When they saw the snake they went back. Finally he got tired and went back to the water. A man then came out with a gun and shot it. It proved to be a rattlesnake. The First one I had ever seen in my dreams. Mary BrooksaPn'mary I. u n s. iR-KJ .. VP 3. My Rabbits I have four rabbits, one mother, two fathers and one baby, who is almost grown up now. When we first got them they were very tame and they ate out of your hand, and if you sat down they would lie down in your lap and go too sleep, the mother rabbit was wild. She ran away from me and scratched up dirt on me. So I went away because I had to get my lessons, so I could hear the radio. And the next morning when I looked out of my window what! ! ! ! did I see? ! ! ! ! The rabbits were loose! ! ! ! They had dug a hole out of the place where we kept them, and they were free! ! ! I So after I was dressed I went out in the yard, and my sister went with me, and we chased them in but they got loose again and have grown wild. Angie Annetta KellerePrimary I. The Sky The blue blue sky above, Is one thing that I love. The pretty white coulds heating by Seem like cotton in the sky! The little twinkling stars at night, Make the sky 3 beautiful sight. The good old moon shining up there, Seems like a queen sitting in her chair. The wonderful sun shining above, All these beautiful sights I love. The earth down here would be so dreary, If the wonderful sky was not so cheery. Peggy PogueePrimary I. INTERMEDIATE IV IV Intermediate MRS. SAMPSON .................................................. Class Councilor LEFREDA VANDERBILT ............................................ President MARTHA BUZBY ................................................ Vice-President ELIZABETH MENDENHALL ANDERSON JANE ANDREWS MARY GOLDEN BONNYMAN NANCY TUCKER BRIGGS BETTY BURLINGHAM MARTHA BUZBY FRANCES CASE MARGARET DITMARS BETTY SUE FRANK MARY NORTHUP GOBLE DOROTHY HAILE KITTY KITTREDGE LUCILE MCCLURE KATHERINE MATTMAN OLIVE MILLS MARGARET MURNAN AVIS OLMSTED DOROTHY PAPE CLARISSA PRICE JEAN PRICE JANET ROSS MARGARET ROWE ANN SNODGRASS JANE STOKES JEAN SUTPHIN MARGO TAFT LEFREDA VANDERBILT JEAN WHITEHOUSE JANET WHITTAKER INTERMEDIATE III Intermediate HI MISS COTTERAL. . . . ....................... ELEANOR LEE ..................... .......... . . . . .Class Councilor ..................... President ANNE HAYDOCK ............................................... Vice-President HELEN BOSWELL ANNE DANSON MARTHA DIEHL THELMA EDWARDS JOYCE FERRIS ELIZABETH HARRIS ANNE HAYDOCK HARRIET JANE KELLER FRANCES KINNEY MARY MARGARET KLINE MARY LOUISE KOEHLER DOROTHY LAWS ELEANOR LEE ELIZABETH LEE EVANGELINE LUHRMAN BETTY NICHOLS STELLA PARLIN HELEN POGUE VIRGINIA POGUE MONTE RICHARDSON MARY SCHAEFER CLARINDA STEPHENSON HERBERTA STONE GENEVRA VENABLE RUTH WALKER BETTY WOHLGEMUTH INTERMEDIATE II Intermediate H MRS.LEE..., ........ ,,,,,,, .. ,,, ADELE NOYES ....................................................... President DOROTHY KIRKPATRICK ........... BETTY BROWN ETHEL BURLINGHAM MARJORIE LEE COLLINS RUTH DE DIEMAR ELIZABETH DOUGLASS ELEANOR EDWARDS PAULINE ESSELBORN ELAINE FLACH JANET FLACH MURIEL GATES JOSEPHINE GRAY BELLE CLAY HANCOCK HELEN HATFIELD BETTY HOMMEYER MARTHA HUNT MARTHA IRVING ELIZABETH KING DOROTHY KIRKPATRICK . . . .Class Councilor ISABELLA LEE FLEWELLYN MCCAW LOUISE MERRELL ADELE NOYES IOLA OSMOND MARGARET PAULI LAURA RHODES MARY ANN RICHARDS GRACE ROWE LOUISE SCHAEFER IRENE STEWART ELSA VON STEINWEHR CAROLINE STILWELL KATHERINE SUTPHIN VIRGINIA WARRINGTON VIRGINIA WRIGHT ANNETTE WURLITZER ............ Vice-President 3. Fr. ??3; I: 37 ii! ?mmiiwuzgv? INTERMEDIATE I Intermediate I MISS HULL .................................... , , . ........... Class Councilor PEGGY LEWIS ....................................................... President JANE MILNOR ........................................ Secretary and Treasurer MARJORIE ASHBROOK BETTY BLACKBURN MARTHA DE BUS DOROTHY DIEHL MARTHA DWIGHT ADELAIDE EDWARDS MARGARET FELL MARY CORINNE GAMBLE BEULAH HANSELMAN ATHA HAYDOCK SARALEE KINNEY MARY KIRKPATRICK MARY BELLE KRIPPENDORF MARGARET LAWS BETTY LEACH KATHERINE LE BLOND ELIZABETH LEYMAN JANE LEWIS PEGGY LEWIS FLORENCE MATTHEWS CAROLINE MAYNARD CAROLYN MILLER CATHERINE MORE JANE MILNOR BETTY ORR FLORENCE RICHARDS MARCELLE SERODINO FLORA SHANKS MARGARET SHIELDS ELEANOR SIMPSON ELIZABETH STUART MARY MOORE THOMSON MARGARET WILEY BERNICE WILLIAMS Abieys Radio Set Intermediate Prize Story BIE GOLDSTEIN lived in Lower East Side in A the great city of New York. He lived with Papa Goldstein, Mama Goldstein, and his brother Mawruss, age one year. Papa Goldstein kept a pawn shop and the family lived on the Floor above. Abie had for a friend one Alie Bapa, tdescendant 0f the great Ali BabaL a Turk and the two were fast friends. The little Turkish boy had made a very good radio set, and Abie, very much excited over his friends success, decided to build one too. uA11 you needf, said Alie Bapa, who could speak better English than Abie, His something round, about one foot long, to wind wire on, that,s your coil; a crystal, some wire, your telephone receiver, and some rubber to insulate with. Start with the coil by wind- ing wire around your cylinder. Youid better not tell anybody about it at your home because they might not let you do it. tiHmJ, said Abie, a cylinder, dot's Fm. Abie went home that night and, when his mother was not looking, took the rolling pin from its nail in the kitchen. Then he went to his room and wound the coil. The next day at school he told Alie what he had accomplished and the young Turk gave him a crystal and directions for connecting the set up. HYou must have an aerial, he explained. tiI will come over and help you put it up. Get some thick rubber for insulators. After school Abie went down into his fathers pawn shop, where he spied a pair of overshoes belonging to one of Papa Goldsteinis clients. Abie took the rub- bers and ran out into the street to meet Alie. Together they went up onto the roof and, tying one rubber to each end of a long piece of wire, thus made an aerial, which they fastened from the chimney to a clothes-line belonging to Mama Goldstein. Then they ran down stairs and disconnected the telephone receiver from the telephone, putting a horse-shoe on the hook instead of the receiver. The radio set was now ready. In breathless anticipation Abie tuned slowly in, and suddenly, from nowhere, came loudly and distinctly the bed-time story from station PUNK. HIt vorks, cried Abie. itVeeP ttShXi said his friend; ttnot yet; tell them tonight. Abie decided to tell his parents after dinner and so he amused himself by tuning in to various programs. He got station JAZZ, MOP, WHAM and many others. At the dinner table Abie started to tell his father and mother of his radio set BUT, said Mama Gold- stein angrily: In 15;; 4b... ...5. gig! xi, - ..,,,,,,, tchere is my rolling pin, I vonder? hUh, said Abie. ttVellf said Papa Goldstein suddenly, Hvun of my clients had a pair of overshoes. He came today to get dem and dey vas not dere. Ahf said Abie. uAnd vorse dan datf, went on Papa Goldstein, HI tried to call up a friend of mine about a big busi- ness deal, and dere vasntt any receiver, novhere. Vhen I vent to a pay-station at a drugstore, I couldrft get him and I lost a nickel in der bargain! Bad business? Ohf, groaned Abie. Finally the story came out, that he had built a radio set and taken the rolling pin, the overshoes, and the phone. ttHuh, said Papa Goldstein, hyou come back here vith me. 111 show you not to monkey vith a man's overshoes? m , , Tiriii Don,t be hard on him, Papa,H said Mama Gold- stein. hYou should be proud of the boy, ain,t it? uCome and see it, Papa, urged Abie. uIt airft so bad even if I did make itF Just then, however, yells and screams rent the air. HIt sounds like static? observed Abie. The family dashed into the other room and beheld a strange sight: Baby Mawruss was mixed up in an enormous coil of wire, sitting on the long-lost rolling pin and with the receiver hung about his neck. My baby? cried Mama Goldstein, trying to ex- tract him from the depths of the wire and incidentally getting into the mess herself. Here Abie dashed forward and soon had the two untangled and the baby was again sucking his thumb with relish. Abie returned the rolling pin to Mama Goldstein, the overshoes to Papa Goldstein, and the receiver to its hook. Then he heaved a sigh of relief: HNever again? he murmured weakly. PEGGY LEWIS, Intermediate I. q.... f Scrooge in the World of Today Honorable Mention T was a dreary afternoon as Scrooge ta modem Scroogey sat in the office of his shop, counting. And what kind of a shop do you think it was? Why, a pawn-shop. Its three gilded balls were already dull. It was not decorated for Christmas as the shops around it were. A little clerk waited at the counter, watching the people pass. At last somebody came into the store. He was a well dressed gentleman, who asked to see Mr. Scrooge. Scrooge knew what he had come for. ler. Scrooge, said the gentleman. tiI hear you are a man of quite a high standing. And I wish that you might donate a trifle to the Community Chest, from the head of which I have come? ill wish? said Scrooge. uThat you would let me have some peace. I am giving to some charities, as they call them, already, only I call it robbery! HJust fifty dollars? pleaded the gentleman. tiNot a cent! cried Scrooge. The gentleman left quicklyl Scrooge called to Cratchit that it was time to go home. He was in a good humor because he had found that Cratchit had had five customers that day. Scrooge then went home to his apartment and rang the elevator bell. The elevator descended. He went up to his room and shut the door. He ate his supper and donned his smoking jacket, then sat down by his radio. It was his sole comforter after business. But of course he had to be interrupted. Somebody was coming up the steps, a step that Scrooge thought he kneWeyes, it must be Mr. Clay, the landlord of the house, who had come to get his monthls rent, which was already late. Now Scrooge was always wondering why Clay was so popular. It was true that he was rich, but not as rich as Scrooge. So he looked out of the window as Clay went away, and he noticed that everybody liked him and asked him for alms. People seldom asked Scrooge for anything. He always looked so cross. Then Scrooge sat down to the radio again. tiStation W- I -Z broadcasting,H said the radio. ltThe next number will be bedtime stories. The story was about a man, who now was very good. Scrooge compared his OWn life to the one of the man in the story, and found that it began just the same. But one had learnt good ways and the other ...qk mm wrong. Scrooge had just begun to realize that he was a miser, and that nobody liked him. Then Scrooge heard that this man had many children, and that they were all telling their father what they wanted for Christmas. This made Scrooge wonder what he would do with his money. He had never thought of this before. He might give some to the Community Chest, but he had even refused to give any when the gentleman had come to his ofhce. This made Scrooge feel badly, because nobody would think of him after he died. So he called up the gentleman, and told him that he would give to the Community Chest a large sum. Scrooge also decided to give to everybody who was in need. And from that day he was considered the nicest old man in the town. JOSEPHINE GRAY, Intermediate II. tg$yuh Mystery Intermediate Prize Poem What is this thing mysterious Shaped like a box both big and tall, With knobs and dials so curious Which brings delight and joy to all? Oh, hear the purr of the Rolls-Royce! Oh, hear the birds! Oh, hear the ghosts! And now a squeak, and now a voice A11 coming from the far off coasts! Ah! did we hear him say, hFort Worth? But might he not have said, Havana? Or was it name of distant firth? Or me! Perhaps he said, hDiana! At first a voice still loud, still clear, Now music sweetly soft, sublime, And now from far, and now from near Are coming calls from time to time. The queer shaped thing with knob and dial You surely must now want to know, Pve made you wait too long a while, For 'tis a greatebigiradio! RUTH DE DIEMAR, Intermediate II. Buttercup Honorable Mention uPretty little buttercup, With your golden head, You look oh, so very sleepy Donyt you want to go to bed? Your little head is drooping As though ,twere heavy. Is it, pray? Did some wee fairy, Eying past you, Drop too much gold your way? uNo, little maid, I am not sleepy My head,s not heavy, nay. But I am only thankful For the rain God sent today. When He sends the rain, Pm thankful For it bends my head down low. When He sends the wind I'm thankful For it rocks me, to and fro. When He sends the sun Pm thankful For it gives me my golden hue; So little maid, be thankful For all God sends to you. ANNETTE WURLITZER, Intermediate II. o.cp Rf; ll Scrappy NCE there was a small girl who wished very much for a little dog. One day, to her great joy, her wish was granted. Her father brought her home the dearest little Pekinese. She named him Scrappy for that was the name of the dog her mother had had when she was a girl. He was very small, and had thick fur. His tail was beautiful. It was bushy like that of a squirrel. As Scrappy got older he grew very mischievous. He would run away, the little girl's mother having to pay to get him back. Yet he gave Betty, his mistress, and her younger brother John, lots of fun. Often they would go down to the bay and throw a stick in the water, then Scrappy would swim after it, take it in his mouth and bring it back to the children. There was one thing, though, that Scrappy would do which was not nice. Any time that he got a chance he would kill little chickens. Scrappy also had very hard times with automobiles. He would run right in front of them and bark at them. He was run over many times but generally only slightly hurt. When he was hurt it was almost always one of his back legs. One day the little girl Went to the station and the whole family, even Scrap- py, went along. The children were excited and while saying good-bye to their grandfather, they, by mis- take, let go of Scrappy. He was glad to get loose and frisked about. As the train started there was a squeal from under it. The children knowing by the sound that it was Scrappy ran away and hid their faces for they were very much frightened. Nothing could be done until the train pulled out of the station. Then the childrenls nurse went out and lifted the poor bleeding puppy up off the track. His back leg had been nearly cut off. They immediately sum- moned a taxi and took Scrappy to the Dog Hospital. After a great deal of care he recovered but that leg was always weak, That was only one of the many foolish things that he did, though he was a smart, intelligent and very watchful dog. One of the most comical things that ever happened to him was this: One evening Betty was whistling for Scrappy. He did not come and Betty was wor- ried. She called her father and they both searched for him, but he was not to be found. They went into the house very down-hearted. The next morn- ing their father said that he thought maybe the dog- Catcher had taken him as he did not have his new license. Then the father planned to go to the dog- catcherls and see if he was there. But as he got into . a 1,55? 7:1:0'm .7 the automobile he found to his great surprise that Scrappy was snoring away on the back seat where they had left him the evening before, by mistake. Scrappy had one quite bad habit. He would bite ashmen, and tradesmen and tramps who sometimes went by. Then a terrible hardship fell upon him. Both of his back legs were paralyzed. When he walked he would have to drag his back legs behind him and pull himself with his front legs, but finally it cured. It happened again that Scrappy got paralyzed. It was in his back legs again, but worse than the fxrst time. He suffered very much from it and Bettyls mother thought it best to chloroform him. Betty begged her mother not to, and as he seemed to be getting better they did not do it. Scrappy had a great trust in other dogs and always expected them to play with him when he wished. He followed them around a great deal. One beautiful sunny day when Scrappy was in the best of spirits, Betty ran up to pat him and was glad to see that his legs were a little better. She had no idea that this was to be the last pat that she would ever give Scrappy. Scrappy then ran off following some other dogs. The dogs did not want Scrappy following them so they turned around and growled at him. Still Scrappy kept on. T hen one of them turned around and started a light. The dog took Scrappy by the neck, shook, shook, finally killing him. Betty was not told of this at first, but when she did hear of it she was very, very sad. She had loved Scrappy so dearly that she never forgot him. MARTHA B. BUZBY, Intermediate IV. . mu 'llr'tya How We Helped the Childrenk Hospital N the fourth grade we decided to help the Chil- drenis Hospitalr After a long time we put enough money in the mite box to make twelve dollars. We were going to buy a sewing machine. But someone else gave a sewing machine, so they used our money for a tent. The next year, we again decided to save money for the Children,s Hospital. There were more children, and we managed to make twenty-five dollars. After a while we got a lovely letter. This is it: hDear Friends: We appreciated your money so much. It will help us to do so many things now. On Monday and Thursday we have art. We do stenciling free hand oil painting on oil cloth material made into telephone book covers, luncheon sets, table mats and many other little things. We have sewing on Wednesday afternoons. Now, we are finishing up three quilts which have embroidered animals on them. Thanking you again for your help in giving us something to do so we can forget our troubles, and to learn also, I will close. Yours sincerely, Mildred Homing. BETTY BURLINGHAM, Intermediate IV. 0 L'ti'E ll :x'egw De Gustibus Winter In winter when it snows, The wind it always blows. The children snowballs make; Go skating on the lake. When Santa gaily comes, He brings us sugar plums, And presents big and small He brings us, some for all. Spring has come over valley and hill, Away with the ice and the snow! Spring has come down by the mill, With its rushing brooks aHow. The birds all singing in the trees, Make the world feel light and gay; And the Howers swaying in the breeze, Make one feel happy all the day. Spring I like the winter snow; On sleds I love to go. I like the Christmas tree, And Santa,s gifts to me. I like the cold, White snow And hate to see it go. Spring is very nice, But I prefer the ice. BETTY WOHLGEMUTH, Intermediate III. All this is the sign of spring, you see, With the sunny days and April showers; When the children play around in glee, And dance with the little dancing Howers. The birds have come, and the butterflies, For the spring has come at last! The spring has come with the soft blue skies, And the snow and ice have passed. OLIVE MILLS, Intermediate IV. wt ,9: Gareth and Lynette was acted and produced entirely by Intermediate III. lt'Gareth and Lynette, l l presented before the school March 28, l E are very much indebted to Mr. Bryant Venable for writing the play. Miss Loveland gave us the idea of giving it. Genevra Venable said that her father would dramatize it for us. We had been reading ltKing Arthur and his Court. We decided on the story of HGareth and Lynette. After the parts were given out we started rehearsing. We took one act at a time. After all the acts were practised, we put them all together. On the Wednes- day before the play we gave a dress rehearsal. It was not much of a success as a dress rehearsal as every- body did not have their costumes. On Thursday we had a rehearsal with costumes for everybody and everyone was present. We practised in Miss Jean Howellls room as there was a basket ball game in the gym. At three olclock we went into the gym. Charles brought us five or six screens, which we set up. Charles promised that he would leave everything as we had it so it would be ready for us on Friday. Everybody promised to be there early and get into their costumes so that we could begin on time. So we all went home to get our lessons and to go to bed early. On F riday morning everybody was in the gym as near eight dclock as they could make it. Helen Pogue kept guard over the gymnasium door so no one could get in before we were ready. A little before nine olclock a few mothers came and by nine the chairs were well filled with some of the older children standing in the rear. At last! The big moment arrived. The play began and everyone knew her part very well. Judging by the kind applause of our audience our play was a big success. VIRGINIA POGUE, Intermediate III. Ad 5;! p-g a ah... Mfg e. il -- A True Tale of Cop and Burglar T was half past eleven exactly and all was calm at the Simpson household. The clan of Simpsons had retired for the night as could plainly be heard, had you laid your ear to the various doors of their rooms. Hark! A sudden Flurry and many cackles issue from the Simpson chicken coop. A white shirt can be seen among the chickens. Thus opens the story. Mother, a very light sleeper, awakened immediate- ly, and sitting up, looked out of the window. In the pale moonlight a white shirt was dodging about in the coop with great rapidity. Sensing trouble at once,7 womanis intuition,mshe poked dad in the ribs with so much gusto that he actually turned over. Dad is a very heavy sleeper. More poking did scarcely any good at all. Pulling, pushing, pinching and prod- ding finally succeeded enough to wrench a reluctant grumble from dad that meant, if translated, iiWhat do you want? Mother told him volubly, excitedly, what she had seen Evidently someone was after our fme chickens. Instantly dad was aroused. Dad,s is a peculiar nature. He has very few habits, but those he has are decided ones. For instance, he never will take a step out of his room at night without his bathrobe and slippers. On this occasion, at this moment, his slippers were not to be found. There was a frantic searching on the part of mother, and soon the slippers were unearthed from a pile of clothes on a chair. Donning these and his bathrobe dad, grasping his trusty rifle, descended the stairs. Advancing carefully through the kitchen nothing disastrous happened. Unfortunately, as he passed through the back door, he forgot himself so much as to let the door slam behind him, thus announcing his coming The thief, being warned, broke into a run, dad following behind more slowly Down the alley they ran. Father could see, though, that the man wore a white shirt, no collar nor tie and had his sleeves rolled back. Suddenly the quondam robber, with a burst of Speed, disappeared around the corner and down another alley into the main street. Policeman John had just finished telephoning to headquarters when a man, wearing a white shirt, no collar nor tie, and who had his sleeves rolled back, rounded the corner and ran sharply into him. Police- man John recognized him instantly as Mr. Brown, an old postman who had been walking around town every day for the last fifteen years. Calling out in a cheerful voice he askedinh, Mr. Brown! Why the e-g-u-ta- ee-e- e- e-eucs; 70.... hurry? The old man drew up suddenly and gasping, HJust taking a little exercise, he staggered on down another alley. The policeman, thinking things rather queer, strolled up the alley and met dad on the run. Dad stopped and explained that someone was after his chickens and described the costume of the thief. Just at that moment Mr. Brown, who had run around the block in order to reach his home which was somewhere in that neighborhood, came upon the two men. Dad recognized him instantly as the thief. Recalling Mr. Brownis large family and his small 777: . ; , , 7777 ,4 rpgz 4p... income dad said nothing realizing that a complaint would have cost Brown his position. As the situa- tion was somewhat strained daddy asked them into the house for refreshments. Picture the robber, the policeman and the hero seated around our dining room table at midnight, discussing the would-be robbery as they refreshed themselves with ginger ale and Mr. Brown heartily agreeing with dad that a man who would imperil his position and the happiness of his family for a chicken was the lowest of the low. Truth is stranger than fiction. ELEANOR SIMPSON, Intermediaie I. IREEERORTR ERARTHENT . 31: L QR N I4 I : : .. , E11 :1 4T Tm 4,; CLASS 1927 Class of 1927 MRS. LEE .............................. . . V . . , . . , , , ....... Class Councilor JOSEPHINE BRENEMAN ............. , . . ...... . , , ............ President KATHERINE TAFT ................................... Secretary and Treasurer JEANNE AULT GERTRUDE LOUISE KELLER ELEANOR BALLANTYNE CHLOA KEMPER LIDA BELL CHARLOTTE KIDD JOSEPHINE BRENEMAN AGNES JEAN KIRKPATRICK BARBARA CHANDLER ELISE KUPFERSCHMID JOSEPHINE CHURCH RUTH LE BLOND CAROLINE COLLIER VIRGINIA LEE MARGARET CONKLING SARAH LIPPINCOTT VIRGINIA DAVIS PAGE MCBURNEY MARY ELIZABETH DE BUS VIRGINIA MARTIN MIRIAM DE WITT MARY ALICE METZ BETTY ESPY JANE PATTISON VIRGINIA GEORGE HELEN PERKINS CHARLOTTE GROOM ISABELLE RESOR GARNET HANSELMAN BETTY SCUDDER JANE HUNLEY , MARJORIE SMITH HELEN HUNTINGTON VIRGINIA STEGEMAN KATHERINE TAFT CLASS 1926 Class of 1926 MISS RUTH JONES ............................................. Class Councilor MARY ALICE AULT ....................................... ,7 ..... President HELEN LOUISE TAYLOR .................................. . , . Vice-President SOPHIA HELEN FISK ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, , , , , , , . . Secretary EMILY LEA ............................... . . , , . , . ....... . . . .Treasurer FLORENCE LAWS EMILY LEA GLADYS MACGRUER VIOLET MEYER RUTH MITCHELL JEANNETTE BELLE NICHOLS MARY JEAN PAPE LOUISE PARLIN EVELYN PERIN MARY ALICE AULT ROSALIE BALLANTYNE JANE BREESE SALLY CAVEY VIRGINIA DANSON DOROTHY DIBBLEE SOPHIA HELEN FISK JEAN HAMILTON THOMASIA HANCOCK BETTY HILL ELIZABETH LEE HUNT LUCY HUFFMAN MARJORIE JONES EDITH JOHNSTON KATHERINE KING KARLINA KRIPPENDORF FRANCES RICHARDSON MEDORA RICHARDSON MARJORIE STEVENSON FRANCES SUIRE HELEN LOUISE TAYLOR MARGARET TROTTER MARGARET WHERRY JEAN WILKINSON o a o o u . I n n n u a y a - c o o CLASS 1925 Class MISS JEAN HOWELL ............. CAROLINE MATTHEWS . . BETTY BRENEMAN ............... MARY ROBERTS ................. MARJORIE GIBBONS,.,,. CORA LOUISE ANDREWS MARGARET ANDREWS MARIAN BISHOP BETTY BRENEMAN ELIZABETH CASSATT MARGARET DENTON VIRGINIA ESSELBORN MARJORIE GIBBONS ELEANOR HAWLEY ISABELLE HUNT of 1925 ......................... Class Councilor ................................. President ...................... Vice-Presidenl ................................ Secretary ........................... Treasurer FRANCES HUNTINGTON ISABELLE JENNINGS ROBERTA JONES GRACE LEYMAN CAROLINE MATTHEWS CATHERINE MERKEL MARY ROBERTS ROSEMARY SAWYER JANE SCHWARTZ ELIZABETH SMITH U j - $ 0' - a WOT MAY BE WE $HALL TEUJMGEI THE WQP??? B?BLESWJ k MABLE BONIFIELD mfhe tilt and toss 0 you, no less Than wind-swayed posy blowing. IIGJJYEE$VQII MARIAN BURGER Literary Board of uThe Milestond' I924 Basket Ball Team Even her casual aspects are Vivid and lovely as a star? -. NV 4 a uMngwu SUSAN CONKLING HFrom compromise and things half done Keep me with stem and stubborn pride? AMELIA KENNON DUNHAM uMagnificent, unfettered, unafraid? J OSEPHINE GALBRAITH The rose and gold, the warmth and glow, The mauve and gray, the ice and snow. HMX-ngeu DOROTHY HERRLINGER Assistant Business Manager of The Milestone Captain of C. P. S. Basket Ball Team Captain of 1924 Basket Ball Team Joy lights the candles in my heart When you come in. RUTH HIGLEY Assistant Art Editor of The Milestone n q- 9.1?ngfo 99 :1w?. Ndw HWhite slender hands, unlaced, sitting there dreamily. ANN HINCKLEY Secretary of the Senior Class 1924 Basket Ball Team HWhat luckier swains than those who speed Across the flelds to Ann? F RANCES HUNT Vice-President of Senior Class A Greek girl cut out some lovely old book? HWJEWII ELSIE KIDD President of the Senior Class 1924 Basket Ball Team Coach 1929 Basket Ball Team Her words sufficient star to travel by, I count her quiet praise sufflcient crown. HAZLEHURST MCCAW Business Manager of The Milestone C. P. S. Basket Ball Team 1924 Basket Ball Team Coach I929 Basket Ball Team HHer manners were perfectly dainty, Her breeding had been of the best, Yet mighty few maidens of her age Could match her in keen mental zest. ngan SARA MATTHEWS Associate Editor of The Milestone, uYou are challenge and promise. MARY LLOYD MILLS Editar-in-Chief of The Miiestane IIQJZKEEWU A sunshine heart, and a soul of song, Love for hate, and right for wrong. 116616;th LOUIS JEAN MILLER She was, as if a summit were With fresher colors, clearer air, And a more golden coil of cloud. MARIE MILLER With energy unresting, And with sunshine of good cheer. MARIAN MILNOR NA naive music that beguilesf, MARTHA MITHOEFER Art Editor 0 The Milestone C. P. S. Basket Ball Team 1924 B k l B I! T MED: fwu as e a eam HAnd that brown-amber smile of you ! WEN OLIVE ROHDE What eloquence in voice? E D H 0 R m m G m V H HIn manner cordially sedate. ESTHER SCHULTZ So frank and strong, I never heard you whine, or cry distress. VIRGINIA VAN WINKLE A shy and native grace. 11$???th HARRIET WIGGERS Treasurer of the Senior Class uPerceptive, careless, epic.H ANNUAL BOARD The Annual Board MARY LLOYD MILLS ............................. . ............... Editor-iwChief HAZLEHURST McCAW. . 1 . ............... . ............ . . . . , , .Business Manager MARTHA MITHOEFER ..................................... . ............ Art Editor SARA MATTHEWS ................................................. Assodate Editor DOROTHY HERRLINGER .............................. Assistant Business Manager RUTH HIGLEY ...................... , . . ................ . . . , Associate Art Editor The Staff Marian Burger .............. , 1924 Jane Breese ...... , . ,,,,, 1926 Betty Breneman ........ . . . . 1925 Medora Richardson. . . V . . .1926 Elizabeth Cassatt ........... .1925 Margaret Trotter . . . 1 , , , V . V . , 11926 Eleanor Hawley ........... . . ,1925 Sophia Fisk ............... .1926 Isabelle Hunt . , .......... . 1925 Ruth Mitchell. . , , . . . . . , ..... 1926 Frances Huntington. . ........ 1925 Josephine Church . ........ 1927 Rosemary Sawyer ............. 1925 Charlotte Groome. . , ....... 1927 Helen Louise Taylor. . ........ 1926 Charlotte Kidd .............. 1927 Thomasia Hancock ............ 1926 Peggy Lewis ................. 1928 Annette Wurlitzer ...... . , V .1929 Adwsory Board Miss Doherty Mrs. Alexander Miss Howell Mrs. Sampson Mrs. Lee Miss Loveland ---p;:;.;3;1+7 ,7 - - -- 77 Editorial HE College Preparatory School Medal has just been completed by Mrs, Mary L. Alexander, our art instructor. It is to be awarded at the end of each year to the girl in the Collegiate Department who is most representative of the best element in the school and who best typifies the ideals for which it stands. It is commonly known that the medal is offered to the best tiall-round girl. The word is, as it should be, all-inclusive, but needs some explanation. In telling us of the medal, Miss Doherty made it clear that the winner need not be the highest in scholastic attain- ment. She must, however, be of creditable standing in her classes. The second requirement is more complex and harder to explain. Carlyle says: To sit as a passive bucket and be pumped intoi can in the long run be exhilarating to no creature? And I should think it no more so to be the one tipump- ing. But, it is incorrect to consider education a one-sided affair. There must be iigive as well as titakeh on the part of both pupil and school. With this belief and a desire to stimulate the development of loyalty, integrity, and the qualities of leadership has the medal been established. Let us, then, call the second requirement for the iiall-roundT, girl, fellowship in its highest sense. Formerly we had but one standard of measureh the mental yardstickiall very well for gauging mental height, alone, but insufficient as the final criterioni Personal and unshared scholastic attain- ment does not make a man of value to the world, unless he has, also, the character to be a positive force for good and the initiative to be of influence among his fellows. After all, monastic isolation iiwent out with the Middle Ages. Today we are emphasizing the fact that life is reciprocal, contribu- tive. Even nations are learning they cannot play the recluse. Therefore it is as important for a school to develop leadership and fellowship as to provide education. For this reason the medal means much to every girl in the College Preparatory School. The result wili be a higher type of girl, more ready to take her place in the world, better prepared to work and share alike, more competent, unselfish in the belief that To be is to be in relation. ,7 , , ,i, 777 igly-kq 41...; i Calendar of School Year uncluding all events since last Mi1estom3 went to printJ 1923 May lO-Our Tennis Team plays Norwood High School team on their courts. C. P. S. is victorious. May 26!C. P. S. Tennis Team challenges Norwood High School at the Cincinnati Tennis Club. We win. June 14mC0mmencement exercises at the Cincinnati Woman's Club. PROGRAM Processionali Columbia, Columbia Beloved ....... Donizetti ADDRESS BY DR. SAMUEL MCCHORD CROTHERS Song57 Gipsy Hands ..................... , , ,Young nSummer Voices ........................... Langey CLASS HONORS Sixth Grade Isabella Lee Flewellyn McCaw Seventh Grade Mary Corinne Gamble Peggy Lewis Lida Bell Eighth Grade Josephine Church Josephine Breneman Helen Perkins Anne Clifford First Grade Betty Flach Suzanne Noyes Second Grade Margaret Fisk Dorothy May Kidd Agnes Tietig T 11de Grade Charlee Breneman Peggy Pogue Freshmen Sophia Helen Fisk Helen Louise Taylor F ourth Grade Martha Buzby Clarissa Price Jean Price F ifth Grade Mary Louise Koehler Eleanor Lee Virginia Pogue Sophomores Betty Breneman Frances Huntington Christine Ramsey PRIZES GIVEN BY THE ANNUAL BOARD Best Prose Story in the Collegiate Department Mary Lloyd Mills Best Poem in the Collegiate Department Margaret Trotter Best Poem in the Intermediate Department Charlotte Groom FRENCH PRIZE Given by the Alliance Francaise Hazlehurst McCaw Presentation of Diplomas Mary Randolph Matthews Virginia Newstedt Eleanor Rapp Evelyn Shewman Virginia Todd Ruth Williams Mable Bonifield Marian Burger Christine Crigler Monica Goebel Dorette Kruse Mary McPherson Matthews Recessional; Hymn of J03W ................. , .Beethoven .nqugggeiiw , , , , 7 77 e June 18722eC011ege Board Examinations at Wood- ward High School. Summer Recess. September 24eSchool resumed. October 1170pening of the School Tennis Tourna- ment at the Cincinnati Tennis Club. October 257Finals of the Tournament played by Dorothy Herrlinger and Helen Taylor. Dorothy proves herself the champion. November ZePresentation of the cup, donated by Miss Holmes, to Dorothy Herrlinger at convoca- tlon. . November 24-Reunion Party for the Collegiate Department. November 297307Thanksgiving holiday. November 30eAnn Hinckley entertains the Seniors with bridge at her house, which is, incidentally, the flrst social event for the class of 1924. December IQeChristmas vacation begins; December 207Circus day for all C. P. S. I924 January 37Christmas vacation ends. January lliElsie Kidd entertains the Seniors with supper at her house, and the reading of HMammals Affair. January 247297Mid-year examinations. February 1172871nterc1ass tournament. Seniors cap- ture the cup. March liFrances Hunt entertains the Seniors and Faculty. March the hrst was very lamblike indeed this year, at least, until late in the afternoon. By that time, however, the Seniors had all assembled at Frances Huntls and were busy at the bridge tables. At the end of the afternoon, when everyone had duly ad- mired the bead purses won by the clever tor the luckyl Frances asked us out to the dining-room for tea. There Miss Doherty, Miss Hunt, Miss Stewart and Miss Faran joined the party. Those who were in training for the basket ball team were overjoyed to End plenty of hot biscuits, which, of course, come under the category of bread. The rest of us, however, by no means limited ourselves to the biscuits. March 14eC. P. S. plays in the Tri-State Tourna- ment at the University of Cincinnati. We are defeated by Milford, Ohio. March ZZeCollegiate Department entertains its par- ents with a basket ball game followed by tea in the Senior room. March 25eSenior class visits Ivorydale; seeing Amer- ica first. March 28eIntermediate III presents nGareth and Lynette before the school. April lsittThe Milestone goes to print. April 187 227Easter vacation. Scale 17 LITERARY DIVERSION The Reunion Party as Mr. Ziegfeld Would Present it MISS MARY HARLAN DOHERTY Offers C. P. S. FOLLIES OF 1923 Eighteenth of the Series Saturday, November 24, I923 Exemplifying the Brain Power of the American Girl, Staged by Miss Jean Howell. Lyrics by Miss Ruth Jones, Mother Goose and Alice in Blunderland, Authorship of Dialogue Hereafter Credited. Music by Miss Mardi Hunt. Costumes by Desmoiselles Anna Schleby, Elise Roze, Louise Levesque. Orchestra under Direction of Miss Anna Langenbeck. Scenes by Miss Helen Howell and Miss Edna Pearl Cotteral. Art Directions by Mrs. Mary L. Alexander. Acts accompanied by photographs of the Ladies of the Chorus. SCENE lettLiterary Diversion, Arranged by Mrs. Lee. Song by Halleck Sextette, Misses Haydock, Lewis, Leyman, Milnor, Wiley, Shanks. uDance 0f PronounsttiMisses Ashbrook, Gamble, Dwight, Fell, Serdino, Simpson, Thompson, Williams, More, Orr. ttMiss Dohertst Four Foot Shelf of Books eRepresented by Misses Shields, Diel, Blackburn, Miller, Richards. LeBlond, DeBus, Stewart, Maynard, Kinney, Lewis, Hanselman and Kirkpatrick. Scene 2k AN INTERNATIONAL MIXUP SCENE ZLNAn International Mz'x- UIV or The First Meeting of the League of Nutty Notions? Arranged by Misses Shirley Kemper and Clara Loveland. Dance of the Bolshevists or Huntfng for Trotsky, Misses Ault, Ballantyne, Breneman, Stegeman, Chandler. Parade of Italian Fascisti Musso1ini,s PrideL Misses Church, Davis, Lippincott, DeBus, Kidd, Smith. Charging the Rth or The Polite Poiluf' Misses Collier, Conkling, DeWitt, Groom, Kemper, Perkins, Kupferschmid, Martin. MThe English Laborites Laboring,H Misses LeBlond, Metz, Scudder, Lee, Keller, Hunley, Taft, Resor, Hansef- man, Edwards. The American Pilgrims Landing at Tea Pot Dome, Misses Espy, Bell. George, Pattison, Huntington. Scene SiALICE IN BLUNDERLAND SCENE 3 Alice in Blunderland or Chasing Static Illusions? Arranged by Misses Louise Hunt and Fannie Resor Stewart. First Blunder, Song- Whisperingf, by O. U. DeMerit. Second Blunder, Ballet Stepping Out Before Close of School. Third Blunder, Recitation YouWe Parking Wrong, Lady, by C. P. S. Policeman. Ladies of the Chorus Misses Ault, Lea, Richardson, Ballantyne, Wilkinson, Breese, Wherry, Mitchell, Suire, Taylor, Perin, Nichols, Hancock, Dibblee, Danson, Krippendorf, Trotter, Hunt, Huffman, Jones, Johnson, Hill, Fisk. Scene 4-' MOTHER GOOSE FINDS OUT WHY SCENE 47 Mother Goose Finds Out Why, She couldn't bob her hair, They wouldnft let her vote, They wanted her to stay at home, But now she s got their goat. Suffragettes Misses Andrews, Schwartz, Andrews, Sawyer. Bobbed Hair Queens-Misses Denton, Esselborn, Jones, Matthews. Stay-At-Homes Misses Bishop, Breneman, Gibbons, Hawley. Flappers Misses Roberts, Hunt, Huntington, Jennings. Arranged by Miss Harriet Holmes, Mrs. Susan A. H. Sampson and Miss Hull. Scene 5-- THE PIED PIPER OF HAMLAND ?,m , SCENE 5 The Pied Piper of Hamlandf, Leading us to the Great Ham Tree of Knowledge Known Only to Seniors Algebra Athletics Misses Miller, Higley, Mithoefer. Histon'Cal Huskies,,7Misses Hinckley, Van Winkle, Hunt, Schultz, McCaw. uEnglish Eaters Misses Burger, Mills, Miller, Matthews, Conkling, Bonifield, Kidd. Trench Flounders Misses Galbraith, Pogue, Rohde, Stephenson, Milnor, Whitehouse, Dunham. EXECUTIVE STAFF General Manager, , , , . .........Miss Ange Faran Stage Manager, , . . , , , W r ,Charles A11 drinking water and punch in this theater furnished by Miss McClure; RUTH HIGLEY, Associated Press. THE PARADE OF THE WOODEN SOLDIERS COL. II. map gigs grir Circus Day Decembcr .30, 1923 ITTLE Jane and Bettyls ecstacy reached its height when, with a crack of his whip, the smiling ring- master opened the ring. Little eyes popped out of little heads as they watched the charming tight rope walkers perform their dextrous feats along the chalk line of the gym. Scarcely less wonderful were the trained seals and bears that followed aftereand the pyramids and merry tumbling stunts. And the Wild West Show! How convulsed were Jane and Betty by fear and anxiety tto say nothing of gigglesy as the cowboy hero struggled with his reluctant rocking- horse on the way to the rescue of his fair cowgirl! But the Punch and Judy Show proved the undoing of little Jane and Betty, as, failing to control their hilarity, they let it shrill through the hospitable hall. And the funny clowns only added to the agony of their mirth. Then the ring produced its Climax in the parade of the Wooden Soldiers, which Jane and Betty watched contentedly as they sucked their lollypops and licked the syrup off their popcorn. At last the ring-master closed his ring with a final crack of his whip and the barkers summoned Jane and Betty to the various wonders of the Side Shows. The Fat Lady beamed on them as they strolled by, hand in hand. For a while they stood and worshipped at the feet of the giant, then tore themselves away to watch the even more glorious sword swallower. Chuckling at the ridiculous antics of the tiniest dwarf in the world, they turned to gaze upon the Siamese Twins, the Bearded Lady, and the comical Educated Monkey. Then, suddenly, with a whoop, the Wild Man from Borneo broke loose. Jane and Betty clutched each other, wild-eyed, as they beheld his seething fury. But with a lash of his whip his trainer recaptured him, broken and humiliated, and Jane and Betty drew a deep sigh of relief as they saw him slink off into a corner. Added to all this, were the F ortune Teller and the Magic Workers twhich did not always fool Little Jane and Bettyl and more popcorn and lollypops. Then when it was all over and the tired eyes began to droop and little feet lagged, they went home to live it all over again in Dreamland. Ah, Circus Day! The memory of your glories shall linger long in the hearts of both young and old at C. P. S. Sara Matthewsi-1924. am -a. - .mh flu 4,0,; Elsie Kidch Party for the Seniors ANUARY 11, 1924, was a date set aside by the Seniors for a visit to the Cincinnati Observatory. Mrs. Kidd had, moreover, invited us to dinner be- forehand. So it was with much enthusiasm that we were anticipating the event. We planned, with much precision, questions more or less intelligent which we intended to spring on our prospective guide. But as luck would have it, we were blessed with a beautiful and relentless snow storm which lasted the entire day and we Seniors grew rather sad and down- cast until our president announced that we would meet that evening at her house for dinner in spite of the weather. Needless to say, most of us appeared on the scene of action and made merry with music and dancing until we were invited in to dinner. Ah! That dinner! Frankly, most of us did our duty nobly. Thus everything was progressing amiably although a trifle aimlessly, when suddenly there was a hurry at the door, and at the same time Mr. Kidd, amply assisted by little Dorothy, began arranging the chairs in rows, theater-fashion. Then Mrs. Kidd called us together and told us that, although the heavenly stars were not to be relied upon, there were some earthly ones that were, and thus introduced to us Miss Curtis, who read with deft interpretation that very delightful play, ttMammats Affair for us. We listened eagerly, and when later we dispersed for the night, we agreed that sometimes earthly stars are even preferable to heavenly ones and we went home feeling rather self-satisfied to think that we had found a way, if not to surpass, at least to equal, the elements themselves. Oh, freshmen, such is education! Sara Matthews-1924. bViH 4;. .r ..... ,, , ,, , spa; x a ,t en. F eaturing F athers HO has not come to school with her mother? In all probability she it was who accompanied you When, with your new pencil box, you first entered the portals of learning and undertook tunknowing babey this quest of knowledge. When you recited poetry, or took part in a play, or drew a picture, was it not your mother who came to hear you, or sew you into paper muslin, or admire your youthful efforts? Of course it was! That is what mothers are for. Also they come, so I have observed, to talk to ones teachers and go away and come again another day. So you see mothers at school are not unusual. But fathers! Oh, a father at school is a Hrare bird, indeed! Which is the very reason treas0n enough, I maintain itly that we wanted to entertain them. So, since we knew no more delightful way of entertaining them, all mothers and especially all fathers tonly dont tell them sol were invited to see the Senior team and a mixed team from the other three Collegiate grades engage in the ladylike m game of basket ball on Saturday, March 22nd. At four olcloek the Senior team marched into the field primed to show just how one team can wipe up the floor with another. Well, they did! They were an admirable illustration of those who were llwiped. The score was 18 15, favor tlextrasf, But the game was exciting, the play hard, and the audience an intelligent one. Of course some one did say, Why does she do that.DH just as one of the girls aimed for the basket, but on the whole our visitors knew at least the object of the game. Dot, they said you had excellent .aim tsurprising in a girl, I supposey! Helen Louise Taylor was a Hclever player, and Martha, someone said of youiwl'hat girl's quick as a cat! After the game, tea was served downstairs in the Senior room. Elsie Kidd presided behind the silver candle-sticks as only the Senior president could or should. The fathers and mothers were passed punch and cake by the Seniors and sent home with the im- pression that C. P. S. is a place of tea and candy, where Smiling instructors tprobably the simple mascu- line mind wonders why they are called instructorsl, talk and eat cake. Mary Lloyd MillsiI924. C. F. S. BASKET BALL TEAM Basket Ball SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM, DOROTHY HERRLINGER, Captain Forwards Centers Guards Josephine Breneman. . . 1927 Hazlehurst McCaw. . .1924 Martha Mithoefer. . . 1924 Dorothy Herrlinger A . .1924 Louise Parlin ........ 1926 Ruth LeBlond. . . . 1 1 .1927 Sally Cavey. .. . . 1 . . . . .1926 Emily Lea ........... 1926 Lucy Huffman. ..... 1926 WINNING COLLEGE TEAM, CLASS OF 1924 DOROTHY HERRLINGER, Captain Forwards Centers Guards Ann Hinckley Marian Burger Martha Mithoefer Dorothy Herrlinger Hazlehurst McCaw Elsie Kidd CLASS OF 1925712. HAWLEY, Captain Forwards Centers Guards E. Cassatt E. Hawley V. Esselborn C. Matthews 1. Hunt F4 Huntington CLASS OF 19267L. HUFFMAN, Captain Forwards Centers Guards S. Cavey L. Parlin L. Huffman H. Taylor E. Lea B. Hill CLASS OF 1927;M. DE WITT, Captain Forwards Centers Guards J. Breneman C. Kidd R. LeBlond I. Resor M. DeWitt J. Church TENNIS TOURNAMENT, OCTOBER 8-25 SEMI-FINALS Josephine Breneman vs. Dorothy Herrlinger Betty Breneman vs. Helen Louise Taylor FINALS CHAMPION Helen Louise Taylor vs. Dorothy Herrlinger Dorothy Herrlinger Interclass Tournament 1924 Stniors I February 11 .................. Seniors 18716 Sophomores 2 J uniors l , ........... Juniors 21220 February 14 ..... Freshmen 2 ,...A.k Seniors 1 ....... , . . .Seniors 29711 February 182 . 2 . 2. Juniors j be 2 Sophomores 1 February 21 ...... - ........... Freshmen 5-3 1 Freshmen 2 Seniors February 25, . . . .V ............ Seniors 15-14 Freshmen 22 Juniors i February 28 .............. Sophomores 15711 2 Sophomores 2 Team Won Lost Percentage Seniors .............. 3 0 1 . 000 J uniors ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, l 2 . 333 Sophomores . ....... l 2 . 333 Freshmen ............ 1 2 . 333 Prize Sketch of the contest held by Mrs. Alexanderk Drawing Classes won by Margaret Trotter 1926 A Stag Fight Collegiate Prize Story HE sun sank slowly in the west and finally dropped out of sight behind the big trees. The dark shadows crept silently through the forest and one by one the stars came out overhead. All was silent save for a soft far sounding murmuring, the waves on the nearby lake. The trapper paused and fastened his coat more securely, for the air was bitter. Then he proceeded more swiftly over the trail through the dusky pine woods. He was rather small and stocky, but youthful for his years which numbered twenty-four. He walked fast, hoping to reach the natural clearing before it was totally dark. Night however was falling rapidly and before he reached the clearing it was dusk, Just as he was about to step from the trees into the small open space he stopped short, listening. A moment later he knew he had heard rightly, for a lordly stag stepped from the woods near him and strutted proudly to the center of the natural ampitheatre, his horns held high in the air. Oscar stood and watched the beautiful animal, spellbound, for deer fascinated him as no other animal ever had, and he could never bear to kill one. Moreover deer were not as common around Charlevoix, now that the village was growing, as they had been when his father had first moved there twelve years before. So the young trapper watched the stag in the dusk and in a few moments the moon rose high enough to light half the clearing and Oscar could realize the magnificent size and strength of the animal. After walking back and forth for a few moments the stag raised his head and uttered a call, loud and challenging, such as the deer make in the mating season. There was a rustling, and from the shadows strode a second stag, large and 10rd1y; second in size only to the first. With a bellow the two great animals rushed to the fight, stamping the frosty ground with their hoofs and their eyes blazing fire in the moonlight. Oscar watched, thrilling at the wonderful sight, often recounted to him by his father who had seen one once, but which he had never seen before. He forgot himself and slipped from cover of the trees, but the deer did not see him. They stamped and thumped, goring each other with their antlers, and snorting loudly the while. Soon, however, the breath of the second stag came shorter and shorter. He was weakening. He fell to his knees under the furious onslaught of the king of the forest and in a few ,,- igl' 4h - .....J:r.aa.gt , , ,, mt- moments lay still on the ground. The great stag, blood-stained but triumphant, turned from the field of battle and uttered a loud, long trumpet call of Victory. There was a low call in answer and the shadows on the south side of the clearing stirred and parted. A young doe stepped forth, light and grace- ful, with the moonlight falling gently upon her mottled hank, turning it to silver. She stepped to the side of her 10rd and king and the pair disappeared into the woods together, their hoofs falling in silence upon the floor of brown pine needles. Oscar came to himself with a start. Had he been dreaming? He looked around curiously. No, there was the clearing, with the moon, now high in the sky, shining down upon the fallen stag. The trapper wondered if the animal were dead. Probably so! However, as the young man stepped forward to see, the stag raised himself to his knees unsteadily, then 'A-e: perceiving the trapper coming in his direction, he fied into the woods, limping and bleeding, and thoroughly terrihed. Oscar stopped, muttering to himself. HGuess he was kinda scared 0, me. Poor thing! Pd like to have dressed his hurts, and made friends with him for he sure was a beauty. And I,ve seen a stag fight, me with my own eyes, right here in my own forest, so near to town. But who'll believe me when I tell tern? There ainit supposed to be any deer around here now. What gets me is where the creatures came from. Probably way up near the JordanethereKS big game up there still? So musing the trapper strode on quietly and noise- lessly through the sleeping woods, while the moon smiled down at him, thinking of the beautiful yet horrible sight at which he and she and the young doe, prize of the battle, had been the audience. Frances HuntingtoneClass of 1925. 7,, 7,,, 7 7-,; -sgAAww! t- True Blue Honorable Mention hardwhearted, stubborn old manfi said George Fairfax heatedly. He rose from his chair and paced up and down the room and finally paused before his companion whose square jaw betokened his deter- mination on the question at issue. HJust because youire the boys guardian as well as his uncle, you needn,t think you can keep him tied to your apron strings all his life. Bob has done well at colleges You should be proud to think that he has won that scholar- ship, and be glad to let him take advantage of it? HSee here, George, said the other. ttBob and Shir- ley were left to my care, and I am going to do as I think best. To spend a year abroad would be abso- lute nonsense. Bob has already had four years at college. Its time he went to work or hell be good for nothing. In my day, boys didnit squander money abroadithey got down to business right away. ttYou wont be convinced, John, but youire wrong, absolutely wrong. There was no time for John Mansfield to take up the cudgelsiethe argument was broken up by the entrance of the young people. Shirley took one look at the two grim faces and said laughingly, Youive been quarrelling again, you dear gLI'OHN MANSFIELD, youtre a narrow-minded, old things, and yet you know you couldn,t get along without each other? Bob was leaning over his uncleis chair talking excitedly about a polo game at the Country Club the next day. The twin brother and sister resembled each other very much. Both were tall and slim and the same blue eyes sparkled in each young face. Bobis hair was brown whereas a cloud of wavy golden hair was Shirleyis crowning beauty. ttOf course you,re both coming to see me distinguish myself on the Country Club team, Bob was saying jokingly. Both brother and sister were athletic. T hey excelled in horsemanship and Shirley, as well as Bob, wielded a skillful mallet. Promising solemnly to be on hand the next day, George Fairfax made his adieus and the little group broke up. The day of the polo match dawned beautifully clear and bright. The interested spectators were assem- bling. Shirley had already wished Bob ttgood luck? and he had disappeared in the direction of the stables. ttWell, I suppose Bob will lead his team into glo- rious victoryf, George Fairfax said, as he watched the cluster of horses and men at one end of the held. No, no, Uncle John answered decidedly. ttThe Country Club team play well but they wont win NIP :Q lmiii :5 ,4-1 .77i, ,iW, todayithis army team is too good. For a moment the two men silently watched the picturesque scene before them. The players in their bright colored jackets and white helmets were mounted now, and were cantering up and down the green held between the white goal posts swinging their mallets. Both horses and riders were full of life and vigor. You call yourself a sportsman, John. Are you willing to bet on the game? asked his friend abruptly. til emf, was the reply. HWell,u continued the other, Hif Bobis team is defeated, 1,11 say nothing more about the scholarship. It Will lie in your hands. But if Bobis team wins, you must let him have his heartis desire and spend that year abroad. Do you accept the terms? HYes, I suppose we might just as well let fate decide, the other agreed. The two men never thought of Shirley, who overheard the bet with fear and trembling. The bond between this brother and sister was very close, and Shirley knew how dear this wish was to Bob,s heart. And now his fate was hanging by a thread. The players are lining up, the Country Club team in blue, their opponents in red. The players are taking their positions, the ponies are prancing eager to be off. A shrill whistle blows, the ball is thrown in, the game is on. For a moment Shirley loses sight of the ball in the melee of horses legs and mallets. m1? t V. There, someone finds it and with a resounding crack it is sent down the field. The tiredsi, are racing close behind it, ready to follow up their advantage. gStop them, stop themV Shirley cries with all her heart. But the iiblues are powerless to retard that mad onset. On they sweep carrying the ball with them until it sails in between the white goal posts. The players canter back to the center where again the ball is thrown in and the play continues. But now the itblues have pulled themselves together, the ball is knocked up and down the field but neither side can make goal. Bob is playing brilliantly. He seems to be everywhere at once, now far ahead to give the ball a clean hit towards goal, now playing defensively in the back, now in front of the Hred teamis goal just in time to drive the ball into a safer position. And so the first quarter ends. In a few minutes the game is again in full swing. Once Shirley catches a glimpse of Bob when his horse is rearing high in the air. But now he recovers himself, and is with the others at one end of the field near the iiredish goal. HThey mustnit, oh they mustrft! Shirley was saying to herself. When the whistle blows for goal, a pony has kicked in the ball. When the first half of the game is over the score stands two to nothing in favor of the tireds. During the half, while the field was being sprinkled, Bob came over to them. ttTheyire a good team, he said to Shirley, but I think we can wear them out in the end. When the second half opens, Shirley is both nervous and excited. There is so much at stake, Bob must win!H She fastens her eyes on his easy graceful figure in perfect harmony with every movement of his horse. He is now wheeling around abruptly, preparatory to a dash down the field. The gallant little pony, obedient to the slightest touch of the reins, turns sharply, but he loses his footing in the slippery mud, and down he goes rolling over and over. Shirley has time to see that Bob has been throwu several yards before the riders close in around him and he is obscured from view. A minute afterwards, when time out has been called and the group has dis- persed, she sees that they are helping Bob up, and he is limping slowly off the held. Shirley, her heart in her mouth, loses no time in making her way to Bob to ascertain how badly he is hurt. He looked pale, through his dirt and grime, and shaken, but he smiled at her and said, tTm not quite sure whether I am all together or not, but Iim not much damaged except for this deuced arm. I suppose theyill have to put Hartford in; and hes worse than nothing Shirley remained long enough to satisfy herself that Bob really was alive and not in a hundred pieces; then she hurried back to report to anxious Uncle John and Mr. Fairfax, who had both forgotten their differences in real concern for the boy, until they were 4 I 7,:ew, ,,,,,,.h,iw, ' I-Kxg, relieved by Shirleys account. Meanwhile the game had progressed and the substitute was proving his worthlessness. It was only by the superhuman efforts of the rest of the team that the llredsli were prevented from making a goal. Before the third quarter was finished, Shirley was desperate. ltThere is only one thing to do? she said firmly to herself as she hurried out in the direction of the stables. Just before the last quarter it is announced that Bob will return to the game. There is a slight delay and then in he gallops, just in time to take his position before the whistle blows. iiDo you think he ought to do it? George Fairfax asks. ttHeis probably not hurt at allfi the boys uncle answered a little gruny. ltThatis the way with these youngsters, the harder theyire knocked, the quicker they bounce up. Well, Ilm going to win the bet, I see? The other bit his lip in silence. They both watched the game intently. Apparently, Bob has not been hurt for he plays as he never has before. The tlblues, spurred on by the arrival of their best member, tear down the field with long swift strokes and make the first goal. It is the itredsi, now who are at a loss how to block the onrush. Again the ttbluesii are down the Field, well on their way to goal, the ball is almost in, but there is a tired man ready to send it Hying in the opposite direction, but the team- work of the tibluesil comes to the fore, the man is V. II 4.; T'Kj-Tqym i... ?QiiA-ft'f 7' i .. .'-::r ,, ridden off, and Bob drives the ball squarely between the goals. Now the score is a tie and there is the wildest cheering. The time is almost up, a minute or so and the game will be over. Neither team loses any time, the ttreds knock the ball up in the air to- wards goal, there is a general ducking of heads, but Bob with a dextrous movement hits the ball in mid air and it speeds in the opposite direction to his goal as the whistle blows. The cheering grows louder and louder. Someone is picking up a helmet, someone with a bright golden head. A slim figure canters up to the side lines where Uncle John and his old friend are standing. ttShirley, Shirley, they are calling her now. It was Shirley who made the most of her chance as she saw it and who has won the game. Bob with a bandaged arm is pushing through the crowd. The four disengaged themselves as well as they could from the mob, and Shirley said delightedly, HTell him, Uncle John! tTYoung man? said Uncle John to Bob, Hmore than you think depended on this game. You shall have your wish and sail for England in the fallfy Then at length the whole mystery was explained to Bob, whose radiant face was proof of his joy. He gripped Shirley by the hand and said With honest admiration in his eyes, ttYouire a sister worth havingeyouire ttrue bluey ! Betty BrenemanaClass of 1925. Foxgloves Collegiate Prize Poem Standing straight in spires at chequered noon, Freckle-faces, turning from the sun, With their down-dropped, crowding hoods: These are foxgloves. Pale and spiritual at twilight, Ethereal; So that you listen for the sound of tiny bells, Of fairy churches, and faint calls to prayers. tBut they stand silenU: These are foxgloves. At night . . . moving weirdly in the still air, Shaken in the moonlight as in a wind; The moorfs cold fingers awaken them, And they dance to her in the frosted quiet, With malign, fantastic grace. Come away! Come away! These are foxgloves. Margaret Trotter-Class of 1926. nub :g It Defense of the Modern Girl We live in such a busy day, With such a rush and flurry, From place to place we hasten, with A hhurry, hurry, hurry. We rush to school, we run to class, And very seldom slow down, We race through lessons, hoping that There will not be ua show-doqu And so they say were lost romance With all our headlong speeding; They think our endless race With time Straight to destructionk leading. Honorable Mention They do not know that many a time were lost in clear day-dreaming, And though our knights drive motor-cars Theyh'e just as gallant-seeming As ever knight on charger white, With sword and bright shield gleaming, Who rode to claim his lady fair Her golden tresses streaming. Our locks donWt stream, were bobbed them short, And were much more athletic Than 1in maids who languid moved With grace and pose poetic. But yet I hope they'll not forget, Were kept our dreams as precious, And girls are still as fine and true, As lily maidens gracious. Marian Louise Burger, 1924 ,, , ,, i, t x s ,i, , ,7, - --- t ta: 43.... A Lay of Storied France A faded cloak, Two pistols old, Large high topped boots Now green with mold. A manuscript, Time stained and frail, Yellow and torn, The ink grey-pale. The story held Beneath that lid, There in the lscript As yet lay hid. I broke the seal, And thread of golde Well, this the tale The pages hold! A chateau frowns, with ivy on its walls, With massive turrets, where deep shadow falls, With gargoyles leering in malicious spite, So ghastly lifelike in the eerie light. There in the gardens lying fresh and fair, Are blooming many Flowers strange and rare, The paths are bordered with a laurel hedge, All cut in many forms of round and wedge. The fountains tinkling in the waiting night, Seem but to laugh with crystalline delight, All luminous in the errant silver ray, Of moonbeams, tangled in the leaping spray. From all the romance of these storied halls, Because his honor and his country calls, A soldier leaves this house by stealth at night, From cruel Bismarckls soldiers taking hight. And all because he must unheeded be, Only a pair of pistols carries he, Beside the family sword, by which they claim, Their chateau, lands, aristocratic name. For so the family superstition runs: When hard pressed, should the eldest of its sons, Draw from its scabbard forth this tempered steel, None who oppose him but will know its feel. The Prussian soldiers have advanced till now, The country underneath their yoke must bow; Bent down with woe, beneath a cruel reign, There is no peace in brave Alsace-Lorraine. Hark! What is that! A footstepiloud and plain, He draws his weapon but to sheath again, And hides behind a bush of laurel high, For hated Bismarckis men are drawing nigh. The soldiers in the uniform of grey, Turn toward the bush. Ah moon, thou didist betray One of the bravest sons of glorious F rance! He leaped from out the darkehis only chance! Drawn rapier in hand, to meet the foe, His trusty blade so keen deals blow on blow, And flashing in the waning moonbeamis light, Strikes death to those whoid stay the mastefs Hight. :k :i: 3!: But from the script is missing, The last page of them all, Which ends the haunting story, That in my hands did fall. Alas! no word can tell us, If he survived the fray, Or if he died there fighting, Or if he fled away. But note this belt and buckle, This scabbard old and green, These pistols, mouldering leathers, And the sword,estill bright and keen. Each is a silent token, Of all that is true and brave; From their ruin they have spoken, For a soldier in his grave. Charlotte Groome71927. .. g. 3:: h Toyland regarding with infinite discontent the beautiful and costly toys strewn about her. She sighed and moaned and tossed and groaned, and wished for everything that she did not have. She wished she were an Indian, or a queen, or a fairy, or almost any- thing but an ordinary child A picture book lay in her lap. It was a story entitled it Live Dolls? which had succeeded in interesting her for a few minutes. It was quite a remarkable book. Jane's eyes wandered around the colored walls Where shelves held beautifully bound books of all kinds, from fairy stories to blood-thirsty pirate tales. In one corner of the room was a doll house, higher than Jane herself, and furnished with everything a doll could desire. Nearby was the grocery with all sorts of vegetables and sweets; and beside it, the miniature theater where dolls in beautiful costumes took the place of actors and actresses. A Teddy-bear, rabbits, dogs, sheep and other animals, lay, many of them headless, tailless, or footless in dejected heaps. Lovely dolls with long curly hair and wax faces were quickly put aside by discontented Jane. A big d011, the loveliest of all, wore a dress of white lace with pink ribbons, and was shod in black patent leather. Her hair hung in long ringlets about her shoulders and was held with JANE was sprawling in a big leather arm chair, a glittering diadem. In her hand the doll carried a silver wand. She was propped against the chair where Jane sat. Something in her smiling face ir- ritated Jane. Impatiently she pushed the doll, which fell face downward on the thick fur rug. Twilight was falling and the continuous noise in the street below came to Jane like the buzz of myriads of little bees. The fire in the chimney had died down to a mass of glowing embers. The atmosphere of the room made Jane drowsy. She laid her head against the cushion and her eyelids drooped. Suddenly they flew wide open as she noticed the wand of the doll slowly lifting and the toys gradually coming to life. A spell seemed to have fallen over everything. Jane could scarcely believe her eyes, and looked on in be- wilderment. The animals wrestled, bit, scratched and fell all over each other in their joy at being alive again. Some dolls went to the grocery to do their marketing, others swept and dusted or walked about together, and Some even danced. Then finally, from the bookshelves descended the various heroes and heroineseMother Goose, surrounded by little Bo Peep and her hock of sheep, little Boy Blue with his horn, Jack Horner with his pie, Polly and her kettle, and so many others that they could scarcely be numbered. Of course Lord Fauntleroy and his Any :5'; mother were there too with Alice in Wonderland and King Arthur, Captain Kidd, and Robinson Crusoe With his faithful Friday. Numerous fairies, mis- chievous elves and fiitting sprites danced along the very edge of the bookcase. Janeis heart was beating fast with excitement. Slowly the light became more dim and purple shadows fell. Jane turned her head toward the window and gasped. Amid purple cushions on a golden throne sat the most exquisitely lovely fairy queen Jane had ever imagined. Attendants magnif- icently dressed in velvets and satins were on every side. Nobles and knights were talking and laughing in small groups. Everybody seemed to be extra- ordinarily happy, and at ease. The big doll came toward Jane, took her hand and led her to the Queen. TTMy Queen? she said simply, uhere is one who has need of the Magic Flower. The Queen smiled sweetly upon Jane, then turned to the doll and said, Titania, conduct Jane through the palace treasury and let her choose two gifts. Titania again took Jane by the hand and led her away. They entered a room filled with much gold, silver and precious jewels. Jane,s eye lighted on an iridescent stone not larger than the rest nor as brilliant as some. She longed to possess it because it seemed to radiate warmth. She chose it as her first gift. The next chamber they entered was apparently a garden, in the center of which were masses of flowers of all varieties. Jane thought them all beautiful and was hesitating which to choose when her eye caught sight of a frail violet blooming alone beneath the shade of a tree. It seemed to Jane so appealing and sweet that she chose it as her second gift. Titania then led her back to the Queen whom she informed of James choice. The Queen looked at the frail violet and small stone. HYou have chosen well, my child. The jewel which you chose is the stone of happiness, and the violet is the Eower of love. It is well to learn that in this world one can be as happy with little as with hoards of riches,, The Queen waved her hand and vanished. Darkness settled over every- thing. There was a loud crash. Jane sat up in astonishment; the book had fallen to the Eoor, and twilight was deepening in the room. Titania was still lying where she had fallen, face downward, on the rug. Jane picked her up. She straightened her hair, tidied her dress and placed her in a Chair. The Teddy-bear was still minus a leg. Poor little dear! Jane vowed that she would mend it. One by one each broken toy received a tender caress as she lifted it from the floor. Had they really been alive, or was it just a dream? Of course it was only a dream. Was there really a flower of love and a jewel of happiness? Something within Jane made her feel sure that there was, and the sense of quiet contentment that had entered her heart made her hope that she had found them. Elise KupferschmidiClass of 1927. The Treasure Hunt NE day two friends and I were reading a story together. This story was about a very exciting treasure hunt. As we read farther we de- cided to have a treasure hunt in our neighborhood. The neighborhood consists of little Children whose ages range between hve and eleven. We thought to make some excitement so we began our preparations the next day. We told one small boy, who was a great talker, that once upon a time an old miser had lived around here and was supposed to have hidden his treasure near our house. As we expected, the story had spread over the whole neighborhood by the following day. Our next step was to write a note telling about the treasure. In the note we wrote: ttMeasure seventy- five feet east of the road until you come to a blazed tree, then measure six feet south and dig? We then took some matches and scorched the paper to make it look old. In doing this the paper caught on hre so we had to write another one. After this we took a knife and cut a tree so that it appeared blazed. Everything was ready now except the treasure. The next day we all went down to the five and ten cent store and bought a collection of jewelry. As soon as we got home we buried it. We let it stay in the ground for awhile until it had settled. A few days later it rained very hard. We thought that the rain had leaked in the box, so we armed ourselves with picks and shovels to dig it up. The treasure was ail right, so we put it back. About a week later we decided that it was time to have the fun for which we had planned. One eve- ning, just at dusk, when everybody was in our front yard, we dropped purposely the note that we had written. Then one of us found it; of course there was much excitement, with everybody wanting to begin right away to find the treasure. Somebody ran for a shovel, another ran for a tape-measure, and one went for a Hashlight. After the proper length had been measured, all began looking for the blazed tree. As the blaze on the tree was not very plain, it was hard to find. Finally, the tree was found, and after measuring six feet, the children began to dig. The hashlight was turned on the hole, and when the shovel struck something hard, and a box covered with mud was unearthed, everyone began to scream. The box was taken into our kitchen where the mud was washed off. Then everybody gathered around the table while the box was opened. Out rolled pearl necklaces, diamond pins, rings, bracelets and ear- rings. The rain had leaked into the box and some of the pearls had turned yellow. Several of the earrings 41..., were broken, but except for this, everything was all right. The great problem now arose as to how the treasure should be divided. As we had bought and paid for everything, we did not wish anybody else to have any, so we said that as the treasure had been found in our yard, it really belonged to us. We gathered up all the jewelry and started to go into another room. A great murmur of disapproval arose as those who had taken part in the finding of the treasure wanted something in return for their work. One boy snatched a diamond pin from the box before we could stop him. The rest of the children, encouraged by this bravery, started snatching from the box anything that they could put their hands on. While we were trying to prevent one person from taking something, another would grab a pin or necklace. Finally everybody had a piece of jewelry and started running home. We immediately ran after them and chased many of them to their doorsteps. In this way we recovered most of the jewelry. However, some of it was not given back until the next day. For about a week the treasure hunt was the talk of the neighborhood. The father of one of the little girls said that the finding of the treasure was not genuine. We then had a hard time smoothing things over. I think that most of the children in the neigh- borhood believe even now that it was a real treasure. Ruth LeBlond-1927. A Long Theme MY LAWSON burst into the dining room where the family was assembled at lunch and slumped into her seat. HDarn it all ! she cried. I've got to choose another topic for my long theme. Miss Gray told me my material wouldnlt do, and here that old theme has to be in tomorrow! At this outburst mother and Aunt Jane exchanged meaning looks; their former experi- ences had taught them what to expect. That after- noon Amy applied herself diligently to her lessons and when nothing more was said about the theme Mrs. Lawson began to hope all was well. But all was not well. At eight olclock when little sister came to kiss Amy good-night, mother inquired, llAlmost clone, Amy? lth yes, Pve just got to write that theme nowf, HWhy, dear! haven,t you started that yet? llNope, but don,t worry for Ilm going to write a parody on lThe Deserted Village, as Miss Gray sug- gested. That should not be so hard. But mother was not so sure. A moment later Amy called loudly: Mother, have you a copy of The Deserted Vilr lagePl I've left mine at school. llYou might look in my leford Book of English Verse, suggested her older sister. Fifteen minutes later Mrs. Lawson found Amy poring over the volume. Fido, her pet poodle, lay curled up at her feet llHave you found it yet, Amy? lth, no, Mumsey, its not here, but Ive been read- ing some of the loveliest poetry,H responded Amy enthusiastically. llWell, you have no time for that now. Stop at once and hunt the poem you need. Fido, go to bed, sir. Amy cant play now. This last was directed to the pup who, having been neglected, was barking shrilly to attract attention. He obediently followed Mrs. Lawson out of the room, while Amy started to search. In a little while she came to her mother in despair. HI canlt fmd the fool thing anywhere! Ilve even looked in lPoems Every Child Should Knowl! llSuppose you look in my lCharles Dudley Warner Libraryl,H suggested her mother gently. Once more Amy departed to search and returned bearing tri- umphantly the huge volume. HNot all of it is here but luckily the part I want is. Now I must write my lAdvice t0 Sophomores, she cried gaily, but her mother looked doubtful. For twenty minutes there was silence in Amy,s room. At the end of that time she burst into the living room. 'Whiaii' 0,, ,7 Well, Pve written a line and a half, only twenty- two and a half more lines to write. Listen to this: Oh sophomores, girls so heedless, harken now! Your baby days are past and gone. , tIWhat rhymes with tnowI anyway? HHow, row, suggested mother. Cowf' added Aunt Jane. IISow, finished sister. IIOh good-night! none of those will do! How under the sun do you use this rhyming dictionary? Here is a as in tcatf Id as in Iiowf everything except what I want! I wish dad were home to help me. I'm not a born poet so I guess PM have to try prose after all, she sighed in despair and retired to her room. Again mother and Aunt Jane exchanged meaning glances. Mother, came a wail from AmyIs room a little later. HMother, I canIt write anything. My ideas are all in a hash , Mother came running sITeIl me some of them, dear, and perhaps I can help you. HOh, IIve a headache already! I want to take one of grandmas adventures and weave it into a story. I know just how to do it and I want to so badly. YWhy not do it then? HBut Miss Gray wont let me. IIm not familiar with the setting, and she says I ought to stick to my own age and not go back to Civil War times. Oh dear! I've several other ideas but I cant work them up, or else dorft know the setting. It makes me sick! HCanIt you take any setting you know? III want to write a story about Seven Mile Point so badly! That place always thrills me, that high wooded bluff overlooking the blue, blue water, and that steep slide they use to send the logs down to the beach. But I can,t have a hero or heroine go down that chute with the logs for anyone would be killed before he got to the bottom. IICan,t you try a description? nOh I could, but my last one was so rotten that I am afraid to try another. At this juncture Aunt Jane appeared. HDidrft your teacher give you any topics? YYesf, Amy answered despondently, tHumor in the Funny Papers,' IChildren as Portrayed in the Movies,! and all sorts of other impossible things! ItNow, replied her aunt calmly, YI donIt see that that is so bad. Why dont you take IHumor in the Funny Papers? You could tell about the woman I saw one day on the street car. She produced three funny sheets from her hand bag, gave one to each of her two children, and kept the third for herself. All three read them with perfectly sober faces. You could say that human nature has always needed amuse- ment and even in olden times the nobles had jesters? uYe gods! groaned Amy, who was on the verge of tears. thaybe you could write that but I carft!n uTry some other topic of exposition rather than narrationfl advised her aunt. HYes, but you have to look up things before you can write exposition, and there is no time for that now? llWhy donlt you write an essay on the reactions of a high school girl at a college? You have visited a col- lege, called her older sister. llGreat Scott! What do you think I am to be able to write an essayua Ph. D.? Besides my last theme was about college. Here Amy burst into tears. thh dear, she sobbed, III canlt write a thing and I'm so-o-o sleepyW uAmy dearW soothed her mother. IlCrying will nev er get you anywhere. I know just how you feel for I never could write themes myself. You are too tired to do any more tonight. Come to bed now, it is ten oIclock, and you can get up in the morning early if necessary. For goodness sakes donlt wake little sister! Amy endeavored to stihe her sobs, but without great success. Suddenly a voice from the next room demanded: uWhat under the sun are you making SO much noise aboutiw Fido, also aroused, barked loudly. HOh dear, now you have waked her! cried mother, running to quiet little sister. IlWhatls the matter with Amy? demanded that youngster. Is she crying? V: 77777777777$11E35 llYes, sobbed Amy, I canlt write my fool theme. I donlt know a thing to write about! Oh hush, Fido! thell, you neednlt make so much noise about it. You woke me up. Why don,t you write about Fido? You talk about him enough! Amy appeared transfixed by this suggestion for a moment, then suddenly flung herself into the next room and began to smother little sister with kisses. lth you darling kid! How did you ever think of such a thing? That is just what 111 do! Oh you angel! Ouch! You are hurting me! Ilm going to sleep now and dontt you dare wake me again, said that small person, who seemed very pleased with herself. Amy flew to her desk and scrawled, lFido, the Best Dog in the World, across the top of a sheet of paper. The family drew a sigh of relief and with one accord put up books and knitting and Went to bed. Dorft stay up too late, dearfl said mother as she kissed Amy good-night. HI wonltf, promised Amy, HBut, oh dear! how can I get all I want to say on four pages? Mother could not suppress a smile as she turned away. After that there was no sound in the house save the ticking of a clock and the scratch-scratch of a pen. After midnight the latter ceased, and silence reigned supreme. Sophia Helen Fisk-Class of 1926. 2 sh... 40+1i54- , March Shadows Across the hill wind-shadows go, As the sere grass bows to the laughing wind; Cloud-shadows melt and softly Bow Over the land with the winds behind. Black shadows of winter are blowing away, And the rufHed waters are blue again. Blue shadows of spring are warm today, Earth is awaiting the warm spring rain. Margaret Tro tterh1926. , 77 , m 74:1m; gj-Eqpm Smith College HE day dawned bright and clear. It was the 18th of June and lovely and warm. Mother and I had arrived in Northampton, Massachusetts, a few days before to attend motherls reunion at Smith College. We had had wonderful times ever since we had arrived, but this day was to be the most import- ant of all. All the classes which were back for the reunion were going to have a parade in costume. The parade was going to take place on the campus of the college at ten thirty. However, long before this hour the campus was thronged with people of all sizes and ages. There were the fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, aunts, uncles, cousins, children and grandparents of the graduates. Also there were the students and girls who were planning to enter Smith College. Many townspeople were there likewise to see the parade. White canvas was spread on the lawn, indicating the line of march. I stood 0n the side lines as close as I could, in order to get as good a view as possible. At last the band started. This led the procession, playing the marches and songs of the college. The oldest class back for their reunion was the class of 1893. They called themselves llthe immortals as only one member of their class had died. They were white dresses and light blue robes. Over their heads they held parasols of the same color as the robe. Other classes followed in line. There were the tin soldiers who marched along with their bayonets held stifily in their hands. They wore red trousers, black coats and tall black Napoleonic-hats. They were very trim and dapper-looking as if they had just stepped off the stage of ltChauve Sourist Of course they marched to the tune of The Parade of the Wooden Soldiers, but the words were composed by one of the members of their class. Another class wore costumes supposedly expressed direct from the sarcophagus of ltOld King Tut? Their foundations were of white muslin on which was painted Egyptian hieroglyphics in green paint. Their headdresses were of green crepe, shaped like those in the 01d Egyptian paintings. There were also peas- ants from Bavaria. Their skirts were of purple Cloth, while large white aprons covered the front of them. On their heads they wore the Bavarian caps made out of red cambric. Another class came as dairy maids, with yellow aprons and bonnets. There Were altogether some twelve different classes repre- sented, but the other costumes, although very pretty, were not quite so spectacular. , up. ?Qn ,gh- A h, .e .. , .. .- . .;. The parade marched around the campus singing their songs in turn to President Nielson, who is the present head of Smith College, and to Ex-President Seely, who up to a few years ago was the only presi- dent that the college had ever had. The parade lasted for an hour and a half, after which we went back to headquarters for luncheon. In the afternoon we motored over to the Sophia Smith Tea House. This we found was a quaint old building where Sophia Smith, the founder of Smith College, used to live. The house was full of very interesting curios and rare old-fashioned furniture. We here had refreshments of lemonade, sandwiches, and dainty cakes, served in a simple but appetizing manner. Returning to our rooms, after the visit to the Tea House, we made haste to prepare for the presidentls reception. President Nielson received his guests on the terrace of his beautiful new home. There was a long line, when we arrived, waiting to shake hands With him. It was some minutes, therefore, before we were able to speak to him. He was very cordial to everyone. The lower Floor of his house was open to visitors and we went in to see the rooms. We found that they were very spacious and beautifully deco- rated. The view from the dining-room window was especially charming and picturesque. The long sweeping yard bounded by the high hedge, and the flower garden at one end, all added beauty to the scene. The landscape gardener and the architect together had indeed produced an unusually charm- ing picture. After supper we went back to the campus. Mother had told me in the afternoon, that if any girl felt any hesitation whether or not she wanted to go to college, if she spent one night listening to the singing on the campus, she would make up her mind at once that she wanted to go to college. And after I had been there only fifteen minutes, I agreed that mother was rightias usual. The Seniors were all seated on the front steps of one of the buildings. They sang the songs of the college, and then their own class songs and gave their yells. Sometime later the reunioning classes all departed to different parts of the campus, where they sang their songs. About ten olclock the moon rose sending its long silvery rays across the campus, forming shadows of the great trees. The Japanese lanterns, which hung on the trees, added a magic glow to this enchanting scene. Voices singing from all parts of the campus could be heard blending harmoniously together. Sometime later I departed for bed, thinking of the wonderful day I had spent, one which was not soon to be forgotten. Frances RichardsoniCol. III. Mountains With shafts of iron in their black heart, And stores of warmth, unmined, untold, The mountains rich with coal impart To man a thrill, should he behold Those slopes whence he hi5 life-heat takes. In contrast and from these apart, Refiected oft in some small lakes, Are mountains whose cloaks gently fold, With pines of somber, dark-green hue, In distance paled to azure blue. A brown and rocky mountain scene, With blackened stumps of fire-killed trees, Proclaims that which had one time been A forest rustling in the breeze, And now is but deserted slopes, Except, where here and there, on these A patch of hreweed bravely hopes, By its fair colored pink, to ease The ruined forestis sad estate, Till time once more shall make it great. From distant, lonely, barren plains Rise towiring, ghost-like mounts of lime, Down whose gray sides the frequent rains Send water, which with passing time, Seems etching histiry in the stone. But snow-capped peaks will reign sublime, Oiershadowed by the sky alone: And chasms of royal purple climb, Up toward the vast eternal crown Of ice, as it creeps slowly down. Helen I ouise Taylore1926. A I1$fahm n-Otkinu m ' '; 7 7 School Spirit INE school spirit which should be the ideal of every school consists of good fellowship, co- operation between pupils and teachers, interest in school activities, and finally loyalty. These should be the principal traits in any school, for these elements forward not only the scholarship, but the happiness and general interest in the school. Fellowship and good will make a spirit of harmony in a school, while unselhshness to all around us, less thinking of our- selves, and more of others is a necessary factor at any time, and in a school where everyone is so closely con- nected it is essential. When we cease thinking of ourselves, of our own desires and interests, and try to help others in any way we are able, we will lind that we make happier not only those whom we aid, but also ourselves. Cooperation between pupils and teachers is the only way to obtain a high scholarship, for teachers and pupils should work for the same end, not against each other. A spirit of cooperation is a great forwarder of school spirit, for it brings about such a harmonious atmosphere that everyone being happy and con- tented, feels real love and happiness for his school. To be interested in one's school, in the entertain- ments, the athletics, and the various other things which form part of a sehoolls activities add a great deal to school life, and gives one an entirely different outlook on it. Those who sit back and do only what is necessary, and who have all of their interests out- side of School, miss a great deal more than they realize, and yet it is generally these people who do nothing towards forwarding school spirit who com- plain of its absence. ' A far greater factor of school spirit, however, is loyalty. It is the foundation, the basis, the most necessary element, and occupies the same place in a school that patriotism does in a country. It is loyalty which brings about good fellowship, which brings about cooperation and interest, for loyalty to ones school means love for it, interest in it, and a willingness to make sacrifices for it. Therefore loyalty is the first element to strive for, for when it is attained in a school, the other factors will neces- sarily follow. If we try to forward our school spirit by following these principles, we will find that it injures us in no way, but helps us not only in school, but in all life, for these principles form the basis of all real happiness. Elizabeth Cassatt71925. 11,-, Just Call Him Lieutenant If I stepped too hard on the gas, EIer age had wisdom lent, It greatly shook my nerve to see A cop on business bent. But now that Pm a senior grave, I drive at fifty miles. Just call the cop lieutenant, and You ought to see his smiles! On Tuesday, last, it was my fate To horrify the force; From first to last, my reckless route Made five cops very hoarse. The first, I met in Eden Park. I passed him on a bend. He yelled: HSay, thafs against the rules! I thought I saw my end. I swerved ahead; left him behind, But fate upon me stole! On Gilbert Avenue I grazed Two cops in a patrol. On Sixth Street there was trach nonee A straight path lay ahead. I waited for the signal, and The cop soon turned his head. He took one look; he gave one gaspee He tried to speak but failed. At length: ItThis is a one way street! TurnI round! Turn ,round! He railed. I turned the car; drove close to him, HLieutenant, Pm a fool!n HWeIll overlook it this time, ma,am. I know the golden rule. On Seventh Street, I parked the car, Right up against the curb. ttAt least, thought I, IIno cop can say My parkingk not superb. A hand upon my Shoulder fell. A gruff voice in my ear, HYouIve parked within a safety zone! The cop looked more severe. Huck; -q.u. L, I ----lv 5x3 l1 My lips were stiff, but framed One word, Lieutenant, I am blind! HThafs all right, miss, the pleased cop said, IIStay parked and never mind. As I drove home in dreamy bliss, A cop, ahead, I spied. uStay where you are, lieutenant, dear! You cannot spoil my ride.U :6: 1 :k If I stepped too hard on the gas, E,er age had wisdom lent, It greatly shook my nerve to see A cop on business bent. But now that Fm a senior grave, I drive at fifty miles, Just call the cop lieutenant, and You ought to see his smiles! Josephine Clark GalbraitheCIass of 1924. 7kg a -' '1'; .-;:;:::T w; 14:91 ah... Love Lyrics of the Faculty Miss Hunt As long as two and two make four, As long as two and one make three, And until they square the circle, I shall love youiQ. E. D. Miss Doherty When every girl knows Latin, And adores to read her Greek, And the Golden Age of Learning has returned, When there,s mental cultivation, In every earthly nation, Then at last Itll come to you, who long hast yearned. Miss Stewart Chemistry and botany, zoology and physics, And stupid girls who cannot understand: Weary of patient teaching, and bored by all their antics, I wish you near, to wield your firm, strong hand. Miss Howell There might be time for love if I could make them understand, How truly great were Shakespeare, Browning, Burke: Could teach along with culture, a true love of their great land, And train them from their duty not to Shirk. There might be time for love if I could ever make them see That Shelley really sometimes was a saint; If such long sought success should ever come to busy me: There might be time for love,ibut now there aintt! M. L. 3.71924. ....y '24: n Quotations My head slues 'round on my neck. m When fire engine goes by. uAnd preferring the out to the in-door night. mAll of us. See! steamers steaming through my poemsf'mShade of Robert Browning visits poetry class. uShe shapes her speech all silvery fine because she loves it so. - Margaret Trotter. My only respite of the day is this wild rideR'mMargaref Denton. And her own eyes begin to shine to hear her stories grow. rm Sara Matthews. uI dare not yet believe! My ears are shut'iiAttitude in geom- etry. iiSome days my thoughts are just cocoonsiall cold, and dull. and b1ind. -Long Theme Week. i1 tucked my trouser-ends in my boots, and went and had a good time. iVisil to Ivorydale. uWhere are you off to, lady? for I see you. 7$he who attempts to go home the last bell. iiBackward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contendersR'iseniors upon leaving C. P. S HThe atmosphere is not a perfume. -In vicinity Of chemical laboratory. nSpeak very soft. speak 10w. 7Ru!h Kinney. iiHair like clouds when the sun shines through. iMedom Richardson. iHQ shouting, hilarious, holiday throng. gAfler 1.30 P. M. iiClear, honest, rash, as quick as April rain. iElizabelh Cassatt. HShe had a head to contrive and a hand to execute any mis- chief. iBelly Espy. Though deep yet Clearvaelty Breneman. uWe grieved, we sigh'd, we wept. -After exams. uGod helps them who help themselves. Lunch Room. Sigh'd and look'd and sigh'd again. Mis5 Howell marking papers. Angels are painted fair to look like you. Jeanne Aull. Never mind it, she'll be sober after the holidays. -Roberla Jones. Wis good be out of the world as out of fashion. f.lean Hamilton; mThe learned are happy nature to expose. -Botany Class. Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.' 7DorOIhy May Kidd. HThe mildest manners with the bravest mindyiMary Alice Ault. She had her lessons at her tingefs end. Sophia Helen Fisk. Reproof on her lips but a smile in her eye. -Miss Loveland. WA thing of custom: Stis. no other; only it spoils the pleasure of the time -Exams. WA poor thing. an illfavored thingibut mine own UY'-La!in Translation. What living and buried speech is always vibrating here. C. P. S. Who chooses me shall get as much as he deserves. Chemis!ry Course. -- - - 7-7- - ---- 777 133;;+... UPC? 1lx n 7 -.--. . :.;: 7 7 , 7777777,, Advertising the Seniors tWe Aim to Pleas? Mable Bonifleld: h'High in Energy. Marian Burger: The Standard of Comparison. Amelia Dunham: Serves by Night and Day. Susan Conkling: EventuaIly Why not Now? Josephine Galbraith: H57 Varieties? Ruth Higley: How Dancing Made Me Popular. Frances Hunt: Keep that Schoolgirl Complexion. Dorothy Herrlinger: gHair that Thrills. Anne Hinkley: HThe Fascinating Path to a Liberal Education? Elsie Kidd: Chi1dren Cry for It? Hazlehurst McCaw: Who Says You Can't Do Two Things at Once? Sara Matthews: Sunkist3 Mary Mills: Smurf from Every Angle? Louis Jean Miller: You Just Know She Wears Them. Marie Miller: None Better at Any Price. Marian Milnor: 99 44-100 Percent Pure? Martha Mithoefer: Delicious and Refreshing. Virginia Van Winkle: With the Good Old Down in Dixie, Flavor? Harriet Wiggers: uNalfmek Tints Indoors? Olive Rohde: Winiformly Good? Virginia Rohde: Queen Quality. Betty Whitehouse: uchuthern Style? Esther Schultz: qts Popularity Proves Its Worth. gHThey Satisfy i Overheard She Should Know HMiss Stewart, what is this you have written in the margin? Oh, that's hplease write more plainlyT' The Great Awakening K. K,, speaking of Greek art: hIn this period the statues all became very animated and excited. Even As You and I Miss Stewart: hDo rocks undergo change? F. H.: HThey petrify. I Doubt It A. H., translating: uWill they not take pursuit in ships launched in haste frOm the stock yards? Yes, But Does He Know It? M. B.: HVirgil's Aeneid is written in didactic hexameter. He Discarded His Denture M. M., translating: hCadmus scattered the ordered teeth. H elpful! Miss Howell: HLadies, you may keep your books open, but please don't look at them.H Save the Pieces Pupil, reciting: hHiawatha went hunting but he couldn't find a trace of a deer, not even a crumb. Active Miss Loveland: hWhat part of speech is hangryo? Pupil: uIt must be a verb because it expresses action. T ranslated hThere was a little boat waiting for Arthur. He got in and sailed away, and that was the end of Arthur. P. S.-He passed into fairyland, but never diedf' -o h-o q 923.... Mapigih+wiimh$r , .I. , ,7 Topsy-Turvy, C. P. S. I had a funny dream the other night. The world seemed topsy-turvy to my sight, And things which I had always known to be Were absolutely changed and queer to me. Miss Howell looked grim, and never even smiled, Miss Doherty lounged at ease, and time beguiled, Miss Hunt would not explain geometry; Loud I bewailed that dire catastrophe. In tripped our Mary Lloyd in carefree way, III havenIt a single lesson for today. Her Sad companion wiped a tearful eye, ,Twas Dot, who heaved a groan and fetched a sigh. IIThereIs Hazlehurst been cheating in a test; And Louis Jean looks dowdy, badly dressed; And MarthaIs moping in a corner drear; And Ann can : cry a solitary tear? At these sad words my blood ran icy-cold; I turned and saw Ruth Higley, bad and bold. And Elsie, a wild look in her fierce eye, Was striking little children hastening by. I turned and ran in horror at such sights, And glimpsed Amelia jeering women,s rights; From such a tumbled world I fled afari I like things best exactly as they are. Marian Burger -1924. Senior Rings ANY excited Seniors gathered in Miss Jones room. Samples for Senior rings were to be looked over, and, if possible, a decision made. On the table reposed about thirty samples. Seniors crowded and pushed, exclaimed and admired, until hnally an attempt was made to bring the meeting to order. This, however, was only partially successful. After a gradual process of elimination, only three samples remained. Such remarks as this hew thick and fast: lth, I wouldnt have that cheap looking little thing. Why, I would be ashamed to wear that? Well, for heavenls sake, you dont want to spend a million dollars for your ring? uWell, anyway, you want some- thing you wouldn't be ashamed to wear. Finally the rather insignificant looking ring was eliminated. There remained now only two ed one more expensive than Miss Doherty had said she wished us to spend. Of course, it is needless to say that this was the one ring that we all liked. After many lengthy arguments, a committee was sent to Miss Doherty. Word was brought back that if the vote was unanimous, she would give her consent. The vote was carried. The ring was felt by all to be a little bit heavy, but then, according to the salesman, they werenlt wearing any more of those little rings. The unanimous decision had been made, so we next turned to the design of our letters. Once again heated arguments arose, this time over fancy and plain letters. Some felt the ring was plain and, therefore, must have plain letters. But no! Others felt fancy letters must ornament a plain ring. One Senior was heard to remark over a sample of very trick letters: HCrood-night! Is the idea to keep people from read- ing your letters, or just what is the drift of all those curls:rw Such a crude opinion was immediately and effectively squelched with the remark: llDonit you know fancy letters add an air of mystery to Your ring, which it must have? The Senior was evidently unaware of this vital fact and so retired, abashed for the moment. Whether it was the llmystery of fancy letters, or not, I do not know, nevertheless the majority voted for fancy letters, and as the minority was sternly told, HThe majority rules. Three weeks of impatient waiting went by. Each morning questions and complaints were made over the delay. During this interval of waiting, quite a little anxiety was spread abroad. Seniors went home and carefully prepared the way for the ring by saying that, of course, since heavy rings were in the style, 777 ,,,,i, ll! :3 q... mi. m.gaa-iAg-aWi ,, ii, A, a , the class ring should certainly be heavy. Anyway, didnlt the families like substantial looking rings? Also, of course, no more light rings were being worn. The suspense did come to an end. One day at the end of school, the rings arrived and great excitement prevailed. Wild enthusiasm followed. They were tiperfectf, iijust simply stunning, and tiabsolute knockouts.H We hurried to show them to Miss Doherty. Miss Doherty looked at them carefully, then dashed cold water over us all by remarking: liWell, they are a little bit heavy, and I liked last years rings, didn,t you girls? Oh, but, of course, I like these ever so muchil just meant last years rings were much lighter weight. They really were more feminine. A shade of doubt crept over the faces of the Seniors for a moment. But then, after all, who wanted fem- inine rings, and they were wearing heavy ones now. The Seniors departed gaily and confidently for their various homes. The next day I entered the Senior room, perhaps not as assured concerning the style of rings as I had been the day before, but with a iirrn determination not to Show this. Mother had been singularly pre- occupied the night before and had failed to state any approval of the Senior rings. I found to my dismay that a group of Seniors were present whose families had not liked the ring, and moreover, had said so. It was heavy and the letters were illegible, impossible to be seen by one mother, even after they had been traced out with a pin. There seemed no escape-the rings were too heavy. For several minutes we re- mained in this state of despair, but were aroused by a Senior who entered saying: HOh, girls, mother was so crazy about the ring that she is wearing it right now. A skeptical look passed over the face of a Senior, and she remarked: uSay, whats the name of that boy you are so crazy about? We were relieved, nevertheless, and behind her came another Senior with encouraging words, and anothert and another. With relief the Senior enthusi- asm for their mannish rings returned. tiAfter all? as one wise creature was heard to say, Hwerenit the Seniors perfectly satisfied and werenlt they the ones to be pleasedPil Another Senior chimed in with the remark that, of course, our families were just not up to the present styles. This was heartily agreed upon and another Senior voiced this opinion: I think our rings are very like women voting. They are a shock at first, but in the end, they will be just as popular as women voting. Our families just can't keep up with the progressive ideas of this genera- tion, and, of course, we mustnit expect them to? With these simple statements, the Senior enthusiasm was completely restored and peace reigned. Hazlehurst McCaw7Class of 1924. 7 7' , H 77,, 77,..-777qul'3533 ah .- Two Charcoal Sketches O KNOW our cook Malinda is to know of her lawyer son and some of his possessions. Malinda is sixtyatwo years old and has a quick, fiery temper- By washing at some large institution in College Hill she saved enough money to send her son through the Law School at Washington, D. C. Through her work and sacrifice, Leslie, her son, now holds one of the most distinguished positions among the colored folks in Cincinnati. In College Hill he owns an at- tractive seven room house, quite modern. Besides this he has a machine e-not a little tidinkyh Ford but a large Willys Knight. As few white people are able to stand such an in- crease in wealth and position without tiit turning his or her head it can hardly be expected that Malinda could. Still, because of her quick temper she and her daughter-in-law cannot live together so she keeps her position as our cook. On one occasion Leslie had his stenographer at the office call her and say that he would call for her with the machine in a short time. The idea that she would pass all the homes of her old friends quite went to her head. Dressed in her best clothes she came down and asked me if Ild ttmind if she waited for Leslie on the front porch as he was a-comin, in the machine to get her? So for half an hour she waited on our front porch. Leslie had been delayed by one of his clients. At another time our telephone bell rang and a small voice at the other end of the wire said: I wanta speak to Miss Malinda Hooker. At first I could not make out whom they wished as I had never heard Malinda called Mrs. Malinda Hooker. Then the child said, ttO, I wanta speak to my grandma! Malinda, with the pride that only a grandma can possess, came all the way up from the cellar to be told that her three girls were sending a letter. When the letter came the following day, there was nothing in it but a lot of scribbling and pictures with this sentence at the end, ttAinlt you got no private line? Malinda explained to me that Leslie had just had the latest modern improvements put in his house and a private telephone installed. To be called to the telephone at 5:30 a. m. is not always the most pleasant way that you would wish to be awakened. On this particular morning it was Eliza, the ttwash-woman whom we have had for several years. uMrs. Milllr, we,ve just had great grief in the family. Mah son was shot last night while in the corner pool room and died at five this morninl. With this report she hung up. Rebecca, m.gt 'yf-ng-aa -- 7 her daughter who has been married twice and is just twenty years old, came at seven olclock to tell us how the death had occurred. It did not seem to make any difference to her whether we listened or not because she rambled on telling the same tale over again, but elaborating it more each time. Finally she said that she was powerfully sorry but they were all too grief stricken to do our washing that week. The following morning Eliza herself asked mother if sheld be kind enough to lend Mr. Mill'rls tuxedo to her husband for the funeral. Mother was at loss to know how to refuse without offending her. With a great deal of diplomacy on mother's part Eliza was refused the suit with the excuse that it was slightly small for father and would, therefore, never fit her husband. An hour later she called again, lers. Milllr, I've just been a-lookinl over mah wardrobe and there doesnt seem to be a suitable dud for me to wear to the funeral tomorrow. If Ild send Becky over for it, do you think that you all could give me that neat black dress I seen you have on last week? tEliza weighs at least three hundred pounds and mother about one hundred and seventyJ Fortu- nately the dress was an old one but how in the world the dress was to fit Eliza was beyond our compre- hension. Beckyls taste differed greatly from that of her mother. She gave one look at the dress and said: llThat thing! Well, Pd rather see ma dead than wearinl that black rag to Jackls funeral. So Malinda was made the receiver of the dress instead of Eliza. The second morning after the death, the following request was brought, Would we offer help? Malinda was sent to do anything that would help them. At noon she returned with her report. Every- thing was ready for the funeral. Malinda was grief- stricken. The funeral supper had gone off very well. They all sent regards. Again the telephone bell rang and an unknown voice said: HThe funeralls at two, and all the white folks am sendin, flowers. Marian Pogue MilnorHCIass of 1924 The Parents of the Modern Girl LMOST every girl, sometime in her youth, is filled with the desire to re-educate her parents. This desire usually comes after some clash of her ideas with those of her parents. With just what degree of seriousness these clashes of ideas are regarded depends upon the type of parents. There are many, many types but we will consider only the average well-to-do ambitious type. The daughters of these parents, in many cases, feel that their education is sadly lacking in regard to the schools, the value of money, and the manners and morals of the present age. Let us first consider the schools. One of the things that our parents, as a rule, do not appreciate is that schools, like all other institutions, are constantly changing. Also, different schools have different standards of excellence and there is, in most cases, a great difference in this respect between the schools of today and those our parents attended. This is no doubt one of the reasons why our parents do not always understand our grades. Also the Americans whose grandparents were born in this country have a large mixture of Nordic blood in them. One of the characteristics of the Nordic race is the ability to stand prolonged mental effort. Therefore a parent may have succeeded not on account of an original aptitude for learning, but because of persistence and endurance. A parent who has risen above the average individual by mental efforts expects his children to be unusually bright. However, they are not necessarily so, for that eminent authority, Sir Francis Dalton, declares that a child gets only one- half its heritage of mental power from its parents. These parents, who expect their Children to be so bright, when in reality they are not, are usually the ones who so annoy the teachers. They often insist that since their child studied, it must be due to the teacher that she failed. If parents only knew it, in most cases this greatly humiliates their child. We come now to the question of money and other necessities. The majority of parents seem to con- sider their daughters spendthrifts. When we keep asking for money we hear: thow when I was youngi, and then follows a long tale of the wonders then accomplished with a small sum of money. However, I feel, that in most cases parents may be excused, for first, it is hard for them to realize that the value of a dollar is not as great today as when they were young, and second, civilization is becoming more complex and the use of modern inventions is expensive. For instance, auto- mobiles were unknown twenty-five years ago. Now all our schedules of activities are made on automobile , .. g. Hg: 4.... .4. 3;:jS e W .e ,7 . V ':'-' 7 - ,7 '- , ' - time, and therefore an automobile is almost a neces- sity. Still, it is often hard to impress this fact upon parents. They will argue that walking is good for one and that riding in a street car does not hurt any- one. However, it must be admitted that in the end we usually have our way. Many parents now give their daughters an allow- ance. They believe in this way they will teach their daughters the value of money and that they will learn to transact business. Quite naturally there is usually some difference of opinion as to the size of the allowance required. Girls can see so many places where they can use money to advantage that in most cases 010 douth their demand is for quite a large allowance. Also, in other cases, the daughter knows from past experience that no matter how large or how small a sum she asks for, some will be deducted, therefore she takes due care that she will still have enough after the deduction However, there is no doubt that the parent has many demands for his money and therefore feels obliged to make the allow- ance as small as possible. In writing of parents, one is reminded that the Bible tells us to Honor thy father and thy mother. Many parents now insist that their children do not honor them, but merely tolerate them. This is no doubt true in some cases but the great majority of children, I feel sure, do honor them. This belief of the parents is no doubt due to the different manners which now prevail. Children try more and more to make companions of their parents but they do not honor them less. Not only is there a great difference in the manners of the present age and those of the Victorian, but there is a great difference in the morals. Women have gained their independence, and as a result are imitating men in dress, speech, and habits. Girls of today are apt to call a spade a spade even in the presence of men. Many things formerly not countenanced by the best people are now taken for granted. Parents who were raised under the old regime stand aghast, and wonder just what the world is coming to. However, parents who are very frank will sometimes admit that their parents said prac- tically the same thing of their manners and morals, and that they yearned to re-educate them up to their age. Mable Bonijieldv-Class of 1924. 'Nx; The FireHy HE black sky sank lower through the brooding hills, hooding the valleys in a sea of night. Down in the hollow of the velvet hills the pool glistened silver through the trees. Into this secluded glen a man, lost in the strange bypaths of the wood, had wandered. He stood for a moment dazed by the mystic beauty of the spot. Its soft enchantment fell upon him, confusing his thoughts, soothing his spirit. Sighing, he dropped beside the silken waters. The sky above him trailed scarfs of gray and blue and black. The elusive fragrance of the night breathed dreamy unreality. Then suddenly, whirling through the distant trees, soaring higher, dropping nearer, a hrefiy thrilled in ecstasy. The valley grew tense and breathless as it danced, a hash of golden light among the frowning trees. In a second it was gone, back from whence it came, yet the air still trembled and the silence seemed to sing. HA girl that sings as she passes and dances as she singsaa dreamea kiss. And the man dreamed on by the gleaming pool and the charm sank deep. Each moment slipped like a drop of gold into the casket of time until at last this mortal man came out of his reverie. Gazing about he beheld nearby a maiden sobbing heartbrokenly. He spoke but at the sound of his voice she sprang back in a tremble of fear yet when she saw that he was a man, the fear in her eyes changed to astonishment. Nearer she crept and felt with her hand his smooth fair cheeks and his golden curls. Then she sighed with relief and sank on the velvety carpet of grass. uTeil me,u he said, as he knelt at her feet, ttwhat made you weep so bitterly? On a night like this there is only time for happiness. HFor a mortal, perhaps, she replied, ttbut not for a Fairyis child. And he started back in surprise at the words. Tis hard to believe, no doubt? said she, and threw him a smile through her tears, like a moonbeam lost through the mist. nBut my father and mother, the King and Queen of this realm of Fairyland, were banished when I was a child. Now I live with an uncle who is harsh and cruel, whose hideous son Iim to wed. It Will make him a King, but me a slave, a slave to a hideous, dream-wrecking gnome? iiPoor Child! murmured the mortal man. HBut at night when the moon glides over the hills, I cannot resist the call, so I take the potion that makes , T7 if; ,, ' i ,N Ijigkdnain... duty :65 3-3377 W . . me a maid and escape to this secret glen. I alone knew its mystic charm. ttI shall go? said the mortal man. But he could not have gone had he even tried for the charm had gone too deep. NOh go, if you must? said the Fairyis child, but the eyes that she raised to his, and the hand that she placed in his, pleaded for him to stay. Yet even then he thought he could go and started off through the woodland path; but as he turned to wave farewell, and saw the bent figure of the princess drooping beside the pool, her dusky hair falling about her, her pale face so wistful and sad, she seemed so lovely, so lonely and frail, that he could not go away. So he came slowly back; looked long in her shadowy eyesi then kissed her adorable mouth. HOh no! she cried, ttthis will never do. ,Tis wicked to love a mortal. But see what Iive donei then her hand on her heart, she smiled up into his eyes. Iive fallen in love, Pve fallen in loveiin love With a mortal, at that? itAnd I, said the man, as he answered her smile, HI, too, have fallen in love. But I love a dream that will pass with the morning. I love a Fairy's Child. And they stood aghast at the wreck they had made. But the night after that and again and again they met by the mystic pool. For the moon hung low when these lovers met, and the man called it Paradise. Till tonight, She danced him a Fairyis dance, and she sang him a Fairyis song, and she smiled at him with such a Charming smile that her hideous fate was forgotten. Then one night late, as they sat on the sward and watched the stars in the silver pool, the gnome found his way to their hiding place. He watched by the half light of the moon, he watched from the shadow of a rock, and in his eyes flamed a passionate hate, and in his heart a desire for revenge. Steathily he slipped away. He brought the tale to his fathers ears and witnessed with a savage joy the rage it awoke. When the princess heard of her uncle,s wrath, she lifted her little chin, yet never a word said she until, When the night spread over the land he called her before his throne. She came but she knew no fear; she came for her love was great. But he sneered at her openly and said: ttYouive broken the Fairyis creed; youire in love with a mortal man; youive thwarted my greatest desire; youive flaunted my son, and the bitter wrath welled up in his heart. HDid you think to escape unharmed? shall payiand dearly too! Nay, you itWhatever you do, it is nothing to me, for you never can take from my heart the memory of those nights beneath the summer moon, nor the love a man gave a Fairy child.u Then her uncle seized his magic wand and struck her across the face. On Wand of magic powers! cried he. ttAvenge this insult and supreme offense! Curse this proud and scornful heart and bend this high held head. Expose before the gaping world this noble love of hers, and let the gold of her fairy heart be tainted with the mortal red. Thus shall she haunt the secret glen to mock her adoring man. And he laughed aloud as the Fairy flew, one glitter of burning gold, over the hills, away through the trees, then lost through the gathering gloom. The black sky sank lower through the brooding hills, flooding the valleys in a sea of night. Dowrx in the hollow of the velvet hills the pool glistened silver through the trees. Here a lonely man was waiting, waiting and dreaming. The sky trailed scarfs of gray and blue and black above him. The night breathed with an exotic fragrance. The world seemed wrapped in dreamy unreality. Then suddenly, whirling through the distant trees, soaring higher, dropping nearer, a firefiy thrilled in ecstasy. The valley grew tense and breathless as it danced, a Hash of golden light among the frowning trees. In a second it was gone, yet the air still trembled and the silence seemed to sing. tTA girl that sings as she passes, and dances as she sings-a dream-a kissV And the man dreamed on by the gleaming p001. Sarah Matthews'iClass of 1924'. i ,7 W, ,77 7 7 ,, 1;;r3gjaq.... ....:ve Ziggitgii 77 7 7 1924 Class Prophecy Unreal Mochery, HenceF'fMacbeth PRING was in the air. I was sitting by an open window in study hall. My eyes, I am afraid, had wandered from the open book before me and I was thinking of commencement, now less than two weeks off. I remember noticing how flowery the big bushes were, just outside the window. Then the Flowers on the bushes were suddenly lilies, and I saw the QueenIs soldiers from HAlice in Wonderland painting them with red paint. Someone, who sounded like Miss Doherty, said, tIDonIt paint the lilyf, and the flowers were all at once the faces of people I know. I saw the white rabbit, too. It came run- ning up to the door with its watch in its hand, and I heard it say: HOh, wonIt she be savage if I've kept her waiting? But when it came in the door it turned out to be Betty Whitehouse. After that she stayed Betty, for the most part, except when she said: ItWhere can I, where can I have left them? She began to take my books. I objected, but when I looked at them they were suddenly BettyIs after all. Everyone there grinned like the Cheshire cat, and Miss Hunt said: ItOff with her headV At this point something served to change my train of thought tprobably Frances Hunt asking to have the window closedy At any rate the scene shifted. Now we are sitting in state on the Woman's Club stage. It is at last graduation night. Miss Doherty stands up and addresses the audience. Strive as I may, I am able to hear but one familiar sentence: III see many before me who are not in the school uniform. When Miss Doherty is again seated each calls in turn her number and Charles passes the diplomas. Martha Mithoefer sits next to me and being of inquiring mind opens hers immediately. I see at once that it is no diploma, for it only states that Martha and Ruth Higley are to be the joint editors of Life in less than five years. But as no one else seems surprised I try not to be. Marian Milnor explains: Oh, don't you know? These are our destinies. Mr. Bok chose them from 22,165 others. Every one smiles condescendingly, and Susan Conkling folds hers without letting me read it. Sara Matthews learns that she is to win distinction by an epic poem, written in lldidactic hexameter. When Frances Hunt unrolls hers, several pages of manuscript fall out. They are addressed to llThe Ladies Home Journal and entitled: llHow I Make My Husbandls Clothes from My Little Sonls Trousers? tEvidently Frances is to combine the practical and the literary in this lifeJ Bettyls contains a newspaper clipping revealing her as the future conductor of the largest Sunday school class in Northern Kentucky. Harriet Wiggers, who, in the capacity of class treasurer has had practice in the gentle art of collecting money, will become a life insurance agent. Mablels, of course, is a theatrical future. She wins the program of the Broadway Opening of a play produced by herself and written by Marian Burger. Elsie Kidd will represent America in the Olympic games and win renown as a long dis- tance runner. Perhaps the sisters Rohde, who are to travel, will arrange to be Uamong those present on that occasion. Dot, who proved her success as sword swallower at Christmas, will in reality join Barnum s65 Baileyls troup in that capacity. Her experiences, plus the circus local color, will be published in diary form. Hazlehurst, who as business manager of the llMilestoneW acquired the habit of doing more than one thing at a time, will probably manage more than one factory as well as a husband tat least the bus bandy. Louis Jean Miller and Virginia Stephenson are to form a hrm of interior decorators with Ann, an amateur specialist in this line, as advisor. Marie Miller and Amelia learn they are to represent the class as doctors. Jo and Esther and Virginia VanWinkle are going to be landscape gardeners. Lavinia will write an appreciation of Shelley dedicated to Miss Howell. I learn no more for suddenly Elsie raps on her chair and says that she will conduct a class meet- ing right here. There is much confusion as all prepare immediately to leave the stage. I find myself beside Miss Doherty and complain that what she has given us are not diplomas. lth! she replies, llbut I have given you the future. Now all seem to have left the stage except Miss Doherty and she vanishes gradually until all that remains is her smile. M. L. M.a1924. :23 Announcements ENGAGEMENTS MARRIAGES Dorothy Meyers and Eppa Rixey Lucile Kroger and Albert Berne Anne McKinney and George Warren Schubert Marian Hayward and Power Clancey Dorothy Talbert and Roy Green Mildred Ziegler and Richard LeBlond Mary Louise Isham and Harold Mallory Natalie Powell and Clifford Garvey Mildred Cadwalladcr and Herbert Reif Elizabeth Sparrow and Alberton Cutler Harshman Agnes Sattler and Carl Harrison Audrey Purvis and Philip James Deering, Jr. Katherine Garvey and George Coursey Helen Kaiper and Oscar Slack Barrett Edith Witherspoon and Richard W. Jones Anne Pennington and Allen Yaeger BIRTHS . and Mrs. Henry Goodyear Hannah ShipleyL Martha Goodyear . and Mrs. William H. Wallace aDorothy HendersonL Dorothy Wallace . and Mrs. J. G. Jones Uda CrothersL James Crothers Jones . and Mrs. Ralph Carothers G-Ielen Holmesy Harriet Carothers . and Mrs. Sydney Greer Mildred ChaseL Mary Jane Greer , and Mrs Samuel Stephenson Mary Cunninghaml Elizabeth Stephenson , and Mrs Clifford Straehly Oriel CamachoL Oriel Straehly . and Mrs. Audley Brown Margaret Tangemeny AudIey Brown, Jr, . and Mrs. David Houston Miriam TateL Thomas Edgar Houston II 1907 Cadwalader, Louise Berna, Lucile Kroger. B. A. Mrs. Albert Berna Osmond. Emelie Schmidlapp GVIrs. A. E. OsmoncD 1908 Clark, Margaret, B. A Cox, Marianne Clark Mrs. Howard Cmd Holden. Grace Morgan Mrs. Reuben Holdem McCullough, Ethel, B. A. 1909 Eaton, Ruth Crothers Mrs, Chester Eatom HTaran, Jane Findlay Goodall, Winifred, B. A. Lyons, Virginia Bell Mrs. W. L. LyonQ Rawson, Gwendolyn, B. A. Schmuck. Ruth Kinsey, B. A. Mrs. Thomas Schmucm Staley, Marion Gaulding Mrs. W. B. Staley 1910 Anderson, Julia Dominick, Helen $Deceased Alumnae Dittman, Barbara Thrasher Mrs. George Dittmal$ Healy. Charlotte Kessing, Jennie Moffatt Mrs. Oliver Kessing Toe Water, Charlotte Shipley Mrs. G. M. Toe Wated Williams, Louise 1911 Banks, Louise Root Mrs. Phillip W. Bank$ Buhr. Corinne Lawson Mrs. Arthur Buhr Craig, Ruth Thrasher, B. A. Mrs. James Craig Dimock, Imogen Kinsey, B. A. Mrs. George E. Dimock Faran, Angeline Russell a:Green, Helen Kinsey, B. A. Mrs. Joseph Greem Hill, Adelaide Singleton :iMrs. Lamar HilD Marmillot. Jean Sattler, B. A. Mrs. Maurice Jean Marmillo'd Waterman, Mary Mallon, B. A. Mrs Alan F. Waterman 1912 Buckingham, Doris Rogers Mrs. Alfred C. Buckingham Carothers. Helen Holmes. B. A. Mrs. Ralph G. CarotherQ Crothers, Aline Moore, B. A. Mrs. Stanley B. CrotherQ Donogh, Dorothy Egan, Marie Kupferschmid Mrs. Clarence Ega10 Faran. Angeline Loveland, B. A. Mrs. James J. Faran, JIJ Glascock, Katherine Gndley, Katherine, B. A. Land, Dorothy Duncan Mrs. Porter Land Meacham, Adele Campbell, B. A. Mrs. Lawrence Meachan'n Price, Grace Grimm Mrs. Stewart Prica Simrall, Lillian Crothers Mrs. William SimralD Smith, Harriet Blackburn Mrs. Eugene Smitl$ Strowbridge, Mary Elizabeth Kemper Mrs. J. M. Strowbridga 1913 Bahlman. Janet Rhodes Mrs. William Bahlman Greer, Mildred Chase Mrs. Everett S. Greelj Hicks. Madeline, B. A. Holmes, Maererbert Mrs. William HolmeQ Homan, Helen Kroger Mrs. Rudolph HomarQ Kroger, Jane Griffith 1Mrs. Chester F. Krogen Tangeman, Margaret Brown, B. A. 1Mrs. Audley Tangeman1 Thrasher, Corinne, B. A. 1914 Baker, Beatrice Carmichael 1Mrs. C. W. Baker1 Brown, Nellie Knabe 1Mrs. S. K. Browa Dunn, Helen Justice 1Mrs. Donald Dunm Flynt, Helen Geier, B. A. 1Mrs. Henry N. F1ynt1 Gordon, Ruth Hatfield, B. A. 1Mrs. Harry L. Gordon1 Woeste, Marjorie Hinsch 1Mrs. Joseph Woesta Hofer, Gwendolyn Crawford 1Mrs. Richard H. Hofea Holden, Mary Landis 1Mrs. Ira S. HolderQ Bishop. Frances Howe 1Mrs. Alfred Bishom Mallon, Sophia, B. A. Pogue, Dorothy Barrett 1Mrs. Patterson Pogua Forker, Augusta, B. A. 1915 Farney, Margaret Withrow, B. A. 1Mrs. Eugene Farnew $Deceased Alumnae Homer, Louise Kinney 1Mrsl James L. Homed Langdon, Harriet, B. A. Littleford, Mildred Brooks, B. A. 1Mrs. John Littleford1 Maue, Olive Koehler 1Mrs. Harold W. Maua Ricketts, Frances Pogue 1Mrs. James Laws Rickettw Sohngen, Jean Butterfield 1M3. Schuler Sohngen1 Sheffield. Elizabeth Suydam 1M1 ; Samuel F. Sheffielm Witten, Julia McLaren 1Mrs. Laurence C. Wittem 1916 Chase, Louise, B. A. Goodall, Mary Forker 1Mrs. William GoodalD Jones, Ida Crothers 1Mrs. James G. JonesJ Keck, Mary Lou Moore 1Mrs. Karl G. K6610 Langdon, Myra, B. A. Badham, Dorothy Lyon 1Mrs. Robert J. Badham1 McCurdy, Virginia Geier 1Mrs. Gilbert J. McCurd'w Nonnez, Anne Palmer 1Mrs. Henry Nonnez1 Gates. Kathryn Rogers 1Mrs. John Gates1 Straehly, Oriel Comacho CMrs. Clifford Straehlw 1917 Blake, Elizabeth Fenley, Margaret Anderson 1Mrs. Greene Fenlegd Gerard, Frances Johnson 1Mrs. Turpin Gerard1 Gildersleeve, Dorothy Anderson, B. A. 1Mrs. Roger Gildersleeva Goodyear, Hannah Shipley, B. A. 1Mrs. Henry Goodyead 1Guckenberger, Jean Hatfield, Louise Holloway, Dorothy, B. A. Houston, Miriam Tate 1Mrs. David F. Houstom LeBlond, Elizabeth Conroy 1Mrs. Harold LeBlonQ Loveland, Clara Olds, B. A. Marvin, Louise Scherl, B. A4. M. A. 1Mrs. Stephen C. Marvim McLaren, Louise. B. A. Mitchell, Julie Galvin 1Mrs. P. Lincoln MitchelD Munyan, Mabel Hughes 1Mrs. Arthur T, MunyarU Upson, Alice Barnard 1Mrs. Mark Upson1 Crane, Ruth Wilson 1Mrs. Curtis McClellan Crana 1918 Cooper, Ruth, B. A. Dinsmore, Jane, B. A. Hatfield, Virginia. B. A. Hayward, Dorothy LeBlond, Mildred Ziegler Mrs. Richard LeBlond Ludwick, Mary Elizabeth Pratt Mrs. Frederick Ludwicld Lynn, Grace McKay, Barbara, E. A. Marks, Guida, B. A. Montgomery, Alice Boyce Cope Mrs. Vaughn Montgomery Serodino, Helen, B. A. Smith, Jane Yaeger, Anne Pennington Mrs. Allen Yaeged 1919 Barrett, Helen Kaiper Mrs. Oscar Slack BarretO Bardes, Alice Pape Beckler, Virginia Behrens, Ellen Brown. Marguerite, B. A. Clancy, Marian Hayward Mrs. William Power Clancw Dail, Helen, B. A. Fisk, Isabelle, B. A. Mallon, Hannah. B. A. Mendenhall, Anne, E. A. Ramsey, Harriet, B. A. Alumnae 1920 Burger, Adelaide, B. A. Cooper, Martha Fenton, Anita Harshman, Elizabeth Sparrow Ours. Alberton C. Harshman Harvey, Edith, B. A. Lane, Geneva Miller, Helen Lee Mrs. Paul Millexd McKinney, Anne Perkins. Polly, B. A. Stoehr, Martha Mundy Mrs. James Stoch0 Talbert, Dorothy Wurlitzer, Janet, E. A. 1921 Asmann, Eugenia Borders, Dellah Vail Mrs. Melville Border$ Brown, Aimee Dale, Virginia Deering, Audrey Purvis Mrs. Philip J. Deering, JrJ Forsyth, Katherine Foster, Isabelle Isham, Mary Louise Jones. Edith Witherspoon Mrs. Richard W. Joneg Korn, Happy Meyers, Janet Mitchell, Margaret Resor, Eunice Chase Zuber, Natalie 1922 Albert, Phyllis Cadwallader, Mildred Chase, Emily Edwards, Dorothy Ellis, Virginia Martin, Thyra Newstedt, Elizabeth Sattler, Agnes Waite, Frances Woodbury, Amrah 1923 Crigler, Christine Goebel, Monica Kruse, Dorette Matthews, Mary Randolph Matthews, Mary McPherson Newstedt, Virginia Rapp, Eleanor Shewman, Evelyn Todd, Virginia Williams, Ruth 1924 Bonifield, Mable Burger, Marian Conkling, Susan Dunham, Amelia Galbraith, Josephine Herrlinger, Dorothy Higley, Ruth Hinckley, Ann Hunt, Frances Kidd, Elsie McCaw, Hazlehurst Alumnae HONORARY MEMBERS Doherty, Mary Harlan Howell, Jean Hunt, E. Louise Langenbeck, Anna Langenbeck, Clara Matthews, Sara Miller, Louis Jean Miller, Marie Mills, Mary Lloyd Milnor, Marian Mithoefer, Martha Rohde, Olive Rohde, Virginia Schultz, Esther Van Winkle, Virginia Whitehouse, Betty Wiggers, Harriet ADVERTISING SECTION R. E. Harrison D. S. Kohlsaat Cjeo. S. 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Southern Railway The great highway of travel between Cincinnati and the South Established 56 Years Phones, Canal I 4735 14736 ,Wm. Miller $L Son Carpenters and Builders 2017 Elm Street Compliments of A Friend TRUTH Is the greatest force in the world. It dissipates the burden of doubt and fear and establishes freedom of thought and action. It is the very life and soul of every legitimate enterprise, and is the solid rock upon which is built the Constitution of the United States and all meritorious industrial lines of activity. We knows it pays to be truthful. Stating nothing butfacts will win a customer's confidence and patronage quicker than anything else. Better 0 thousand times sell an article of quality and merit at a less profit than to deceive by cutting the price on an inferior article and representing it to be just as good. PICKERINGS 5th and Main sts. The College Preparatory School for Girls Primary, Intermediate and Collegiate Departments Miss Mary Doherty, B. A. Johnstone Place, E. W. H. Principal Phone Woodburn 3147 The Most Interesting Store in Cincinnati The A.B. 610553 Jr. C0. Interior Furnishers and Decorators ,7 Gifts 7 Framing Fourth Street west of Race Dollars are the only things that will work for you 24 hours a day without tiring or wearing out 4 on all savings hYour annnn V I ersona THE NDR BAN K55.a zany c ATIDNAI. 7 . Main and I Bennett Avenues OFFICERS: Myers Y. Cooper, President Henry Feldman, Vice-Presidenl J. Earl Coad. Cashier E. B. Brown, Assistant Cashier John H. Rabius. Assistani Cashier YOUTHFUL STYLES IN Mttractz've Summer Frocks AT REASONABLE PRICES at Rogers The W oman? Shop RACE AT SEVENTH Compliments of W. W. Stone Furnace, Steam and Hot Water Heating THE PECK-HANNAFORD 8c PECK CO. Court and Sycamore Phone Canal 5095 Cincinnati, Ohio The M. B. Farrin Lumber Company MANUFACTURERS HARDWOODS and CENTURY OAK FLOORING 04 Superior CProduct Compliments of V. B. Kirkpatrick Compliments of Class of 1924 Mr. 0. 0x4. Toepfert CPortrait ?hotograpber Formerly at 4 32 Race Street cAnnounces the opening of his new Studio in the Electric CBuilding, 9-11 W est Fourth Street kntmnce adjoining The Union Central CBuila'iny where he will continue in the work of high-grade Photo-Portmiture and miniature CPainting. Compliments of A Friend Compliments of HEEKINS Bag with the Dated Tag quee Mrhe minimum requirement for civilized people is adequate food, housing and sanitation? Help your home people to be civilized-jeoin the Community Chest. Adriank FLOWER SHOP CLIFTON 270 Ludlow Avenue, Cincinnati, Ohio Say it with Flou'ers', Compliments of Morris Glove and Hosiery Shoppe Compliments of Procter 85 Collier First National Bank CINCINNATI, OHIO Capital and Surplus $10,000,000 Start a Savings Account of your own Compliments of Cincinnati Curled Hair Co. Compliments of Walter E. King John A. Ditmars General Insurance 1104 First National Bank Building CINCINNATI Telephones: Main 4142 - 4143 Telephones. Main 2478-2479 JULIUS BAER F lowers 138-140 East Fourth Street CINCINNATI The C loude C leaning C0. MRS. ANNA CLOUDE, Sole Proprietor Independent of the Combine We Call for and Deliver No Branches Phone Woodbum 6084609 Southwest Cor. McMillan and Boone SIS. Walnut Hills Compliments of A FRIEND For lovely skins- there's nothing like Freemanls Face Powder. It has been the delight of the southern beauties for over 40 years. They ikc its delicate fra- grance, its softness, its Ii hlness, and its ability to stay on. Winn you use Freeman's you pow at once or a clay. Try it. We have it in every shade. Get The Etiquetha 0f the Powder PuE, ' ' a smart bonk- let on beauty secrets, It. is free Come In and ask fur acovy. Compliments of A Friend Compliments of A Friend Richmond Bros. Manufacturers of Paints and Varnishes 616-618 Main Street CINCINNATI H. S. Wente Princes Park, Liverpool, England Compliments of A Friend Compliments of A Friend Telephones East 426-427-428 Weitzeys Hyde Park Market Erie Avenue and Edwards Road Cincinnati I David M. Hey M. G. Barbara President Sec'y 8:. Treas. Eslablished 1867 . Reworked W001 The Benjamin Hey C0. Incorporated 1264138 Broadway Cincinnati, Ohio, U. S, A. Compliments of Hales Walsh Co. Compliments of Quick Garage Co. Compliments of Class of 1925 JONES The Florist Phone Woodbum 639 Compliments of A Friend Compliments of E. A. Conkling Box Co. G. H. Mertens Hardware - Paints - Glass 2039 Madison Road, East Walnut Hills Phone Woodburn 2135 Only One Quality The Best Wm. Spangenberg 2839 Woodburn Avenue Compliments of W. F. Robertson Compliments of Heister Huntington Co. Newton ,5 Peanut Butter Makes Delicious Sandwiches The Newton Tea 8f Spice Co. Cincinnati, Ohio Andrew H. Streng PHARMACIST Corner Woodbum and Fairfax Avenues CINCINNATI Phone Woodburn 1 090 Compliments of Paul Esselbom Compliments of The Hyde Park Savings Bank Phone Woodburn 6596 Marie M. Hunt IMPORTED NOVELTIES Household and Personal Wedding Gifts a Specialty 1002 E. McMillan St. Walnut Hills Cincinnati No GIFT quite so intimate, so personal, so gratifying to giver and recipient as Your Photo particularly when ifs a TIFFANYTONE Young 8i Carl Seventh and Vine Streets Cincinnati, Ohio Compliments of The Kemper-Thomas C0. Lucy Arnold Shop 112 Dixie Ave. Only exclusive shop for young people in Cincinnati. Doherty uniforms a specialty, also grad- uation dresses. Buy Crescent Brand Meats, Lard, etc. A Delicious Product Made by Maescher 659 Company Cincinnati 911$,ngle omp-umj eimquwly 14-16 East Fourth Street Opposite Hotel Simon Cincinnati The New ; Frocks, Suits, Coats, Skirts, Blouses and Sweaters Compliments of A Friend Compliments of A Friend The Columbia Life Insurance C0. of Cincinnati Up -To - Date Life Comma; FRANK B. CROSS, JL, ALLEN THRASHER, Home Ojic: Gawml Agni! Sperial Agent Rawson Bldg, N. E. Cor. 4th and Elm. Phones: Main 2:32 Am 6272721772 omemm comermmx You students of Caesar and Cicero Will have no difficulty in translating the above phrase without a 4pony. Printing is the art preservative of all arts, and although the early printers were handicapped by want of proper material, they performed wonders regardless of this handicap. The first book known to have been printed from movable types is said to be the best printed book. This claim, how- ever, is open to question, for there is certainly no reason why the present- day printer, with his modern equip- ment, should not produce work which surpasses in all respects that brought - forth in the early days of the art. We pride ourselves on our crafts- manship and endeavor to make all of out printing a credit to the tradi- tions of the craft. THE MCDONALD PRESS ESTABLISHED1869 107-117 OPERA PLACE ' CINCINNATI