Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1936 volume:

-kit 'Yi 4 4 4 A R Y N Q LO CUMNOCK CHRONICLE 1936 VOL. 6 P blished by the Associated Si' d T f UIVINOCK SCHOOLS S ANGELES, CALI il' A DREAM james Ray The great building loomed white in the black of night. lt seemed to hide all the mysteries of centuries in its walls, and the twin turrets of its giant telescopes reared themselves into the cold air as the two eyes of some fabulous monster. Below the promontory on which the edifice stood, the lights of a million worlds gleamed and flickered, red, blue, green, white in the night. To its left a single strand of lights lay on the black bosom of the hills. Silent, white, like Great Carbuncles they lay, white and still in the black. ln the blue-black of the sky the moon hung motionless, and her silver light illuminated the walks, curving silently, motionless in the moonlight. The wind blew in gusts, the bronze railings of the curving staircases were cold as ice to the touch. The stone figures immortalizing the dead and genius stood impervious, but even they were chilled by the breezes, blowing and murmuring. Heavy doors were opened, Man entered. What first met his gaze was beautiful. A great pit was in the floor, a pit surrounded by a waist-high wall the top of which was covered with bronze, and was divided into degrees. Man gasped . . . ln the bronzed interior a golden ball swung pendulum.-like, sus- pended from the muraled ceilings. Swinging golden, the ball reflected the paintings above it, and Man felt himself a little more mighty in his pride. He surrounded the prison of the golden ball, he stared at its motions, he whis- mf? it pered to its shining surfaces. Finally tearing himself away from its magnet- ism, from the hypnotic power of movement in bronze, he wandered through the corridors. He saw Greek writings on the floor, and mused in wonder- ment. He saw a thousand experiments, and understood not one. He watched force in a magnetic field, he saw oil brought to the earth's crust, he found an explanation of the laws of chance. All amazed him, nothing failed to arouse and stimulate his imagination. Then the crowning glory of astronomy was his. He entered a great domed room. Music drifted softly in the air. But in the center of the tiled floor stood a grotesque and horrible device. He could not understand it, yet somehow he felt safe. The lights were dimmed, then extinguished. A moment of silence. Suddenly on the rounded greatness of the dome a thousand stars were flung, and a calm voice spoke, This is the Heaven of summer. From that time Man's mind was in continuous turmoil. Galaxies of stars whirled before him. Names in Arabic or Creek invaded his snared tormented senses. His body grew tired with strain, all moved before him. An hour passed, the stars faded. Blacikness. He filed slowly out into the cold of the breezes, his mind cleared, his experiences were but dreams. He looked again at the building, the black and white. He saw the curving staircases silver in the moonlight, and he knew unconsciously Goethe's meaning when he had said, Architecture is frozen music, Symmetry is rhythm standing still. Man shuddered, the breeze was cold. He passed down the walks, white in the moonlight, and was gone. Silence reigned. The wind was cold. Only the shadows remained, and they pressed closer to the monuments. -'Sl A F BILL PEARSON GUTLER L. HUEBENER IOHN CRAVEN MAURIGE E. BAIRD jR HORTENSE VAGHON LORRY LINTON PHYLLIS GAGE PETE VAIL DELLA K. ROOT HELEN M. BRIGGS Advisor CO i BOOK l-CUIVINOCK Administration Faculty Students Dormitory BOOK 2-ACTIVITIES Publications Forensics Honor Societies Organizations Social BOOK 3-LITERATURE Creative Writing Features BOOK 4--ATHLETICS lVlen's Athletics Women's Athletics NTE NTS RAYMOND C. BROOKS President l l FOREWORD HE CUMNOCK of today is built upon enduring foundations. lt bears the name of an inspiring in- terpreter of literature and life, Dr. Robert McLean Cumnock for many years the head of the School of Oratory in Northwestern University. It embodies the ideals of three women of vision and power. Mrs. Merrill Moore Crigg, a woman of rare understanding and unfaltering faith, who had been first assistant of Dr. Cumnock, opened Cumnock School in l894 as a School of Expression. . S l ln l904 Mrs. Kate Tupper Galpin organized the Academy. Mrs. Oalpin possessed an unusual insight and capacity to inspire students to do and become their best. ln l9l6 Miss Helen Augusta Brooks became the headmistress and for ten years built her strong and beautiful spirit into the lives of the Cumnock girls. Under her leadership in l922 Cumnock moved to this commodious building. ln i928 Cumnock became coeducational. Cumnock has been and is fortunate in a body of devoted teachers carefully selected for scholarship, character and wholesome influence and a company of capable students loyal to its ideals. lt is our earnest purpose to make Cumnock a worthy memorial to those who have built their lives into its foundations. And still more to take full advantage of its unique and enlarging opportunity. Cumnock proposes to stand for high scholarship, for moral integrity, for social usefulness and for spiritual nobility. RAYMOND C. BROOKS .,.., . DEDICATICDIXI RITERS, through the ages, have used heaven and its symbols to express ideals for man. The upward look is necessary to culture and emergence from the past. Emerson familiarizes us with the trans- cendental thought of Hitch your wagon to a star . Wordsworth in his Hlntimations of Immortality , Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting, The Soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar .... retraces our today to a former state-above and links it to a future glory-above. Henry Van Dyke gives us a joyous philosophy in Be glad of life be- cause it gives one a chance to live, to love, to laugh, to work, to play and to look up at the stars . Multiple examples can be found to point the path of sight, of thought -upward. We are never afraid of the stars, the galaxies of the heavens, the planets of the universe. They give us lessons in punctuality, in constant ac- tivity, in cooperative patterns, in steady shining, enlightening the worlds, pursuing the principles of the universes. We, today consider Youth a force, motivating, stimulating, enlightening. We hope for leadership, for a following of laws , for an understanding of principles , for steady pulling power . We who work with you, young people, feel your purposive ideas striving toward accomplishment and ideals, we appreciate your 'istraight seeing , your self measurement, your desire to adjust yourselves. You can never be greater than your ideals: therefore, as you move onward, lift your eyes to the True, the Beautiful, the Universal. You will then have confidence, you will not stumble. Look up, star dust is better than road dust. HELEN BRIGGS TO YOUTH AND THE UPWARD LOOK CUMNOCK SHINES IN THE MORNING SUN Main Entrance , The Auditorium 253 A WARM AFTERNOON, UNDER THE TREES C U M N O C K 0 REPRESENTING THE HIGHEST IDEALS OF EDUCATION- AL ACHIEVEMENTS, THE FACULTY AND STUDENT BODY WORK TOGETHER TOWARD THE CUMNOCK COAL. MURAL The accompanying mural painled by l-lugo Ballin appears upon The walls of Jrlwe Griffillm Observalory a+ Los Angeles, California. N G C ADMINISTRATION ' ' FACULTY ' During the past year, the faculty has ably fulfilled its duty of bringing to the students a true conception of the fine art of living, much as the great telescope brings the glories of space to the observatory. 'ADMINISTRATION Raymond C. Brooks President Herbert L. Winans Dean MARY IRWIN Wm. KEELER ANNA WYCKOFF BELVA S. MCFADDEN Registrar Business Manager Treasurer Financial Secretary F A C U L T Y X x.1 , JOHN BABCOCK HELEN BRIGGS 1 ' , 7 A 1 - V' I I xf 1 ' , , 1 IA? I 1, . ,K 1 ny. f , 1 JESSIE BROMILOW HORACE CRAIG EDWARD HARTON BERNADINE HOBBS ' F A C U L T Y HELEN HARDISON HELEN VVRIGHT HOVEY WILLARD L, LINVILLE ADDIE MCFAIL FAYE STINSON ELIZABETH TRETHAWAY F A C U L T Y 2 i CHARLES TRIGG FAYE C, TRIGG Dean of Men ANNE VINTON FLORENCE WINANS High SCl lOOl Principal LILIAN HA WOODY COSETTE WHITACRE Dean of Women 1 Y S T U D E N T B O D Y ' Under the capable and energetic leadership of student officers, the Cumnock College and High School Student Bodies have functioned ad- mirably, showing a fine spirit of co- operation and enthusiasm. They real- ize that the permanence of a planetary system depends upon the harmony of the satellites. JUNIOR COLLEGE GFFICERS Another episodic chapter in our lives is concluded, and we hopefully and expectantly turn our thoughts toward the future, We have been going through a strong formative stage that has left its unmistakable impres- sion upon us. Into our realm a motivating spirit has been introduced, a guiding influence which will help us form and culminate our destinies. The meaning of humbleness and the joy of service has made itself manifest more and more. CUTLElf:rtgidl2LJf'BENER During the past year there has been a strong bond established between the High School and the junior College. The tie is one of friendship and complete cooperation which Ed jenkins, the school student body president, and l have endeavored to foster. Both of us cherish the thought that the officers who succeed us will perpetuate that which we hope we have engendered. The road one traverses while filling a term of office is not always smooth. The ruts are placed there to make us fight harder. And so to those who have made the journey finer, l deeply desire to extend the utmost gratitude for their constant, untiring efforts in behalf of the school and their daily associates. Wherever my disyay shall take me, I will always be able to say proudly that l spe ew two years of my life at Cumnock. CUTLER L. HUEBENER. X 1 ROSE SHNELL NINA JO REEVES Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer 22 HIGH SCHOOL OFFICERS As I picked up my pen to write this short message to you, many thoughts swarmed through my mind. l thought of what little use pen and paper are, how inadequately they, with our limited vocabulary, let us expre:s.our true, inner feelings. Most of us have attended other schools and have been fond of them all. But always, it seems there is one that stands out foremost because of the faculty's pleasant attitude and treatment, and because you learned, and pro- gressed mentally and physically. lt seems a pity, doesn't it, that we have President ED JENKINS to leave all these attractions-our many ac- quaintances, our friends, our good times and the continuation of our school learning? On the other hand, when I look back on what we have accom- plished, I know that we are leaving behind a successful year. We have accomplished what we set out to do last September: to create a greater feeling of cooperation and brotherhood between the High School Student Body and that of our friendly neighbors, the junior College. Also, thanks to you, we had a highly successful year in football. Our dances, as- semblies, plays, and last but not least, our first Hi Iinx, because of your un- surpassed cooperation, were all highly successful, they will be from this year on, I hope, an annual affair to which we will all look forward. In conclusion may I thank you, the students, Dr. Brooks, and the fac- ulty-not only for help in carrying out to the fullest measure the wishes of the Student Body, but for the thoughtful help you willingly gave to me. EDWIN C. IENKINS. DELLA S. ROOT ROSEMARY BROWN Secretary-Treasurer Vice-President 23 fob' X 4 CLAUDE COVELL Elizabeth City, Arkansas 4K MARIE LOUISE BROWN Los Angeles il CAROLINE ELLIS New York PI-IYLLIS GAGE Peterson, Iowa JK VERNA HERBST Pasadena ii ARS OF CUTLER L. HUEBENER Po rfland, Oregon -K YY 511315 W 4K ELINOR MEKEEL North Whittier, Calif. i936 BOB WALDEN Bismark, North Dakota 41 i VALLIMA MOSS Vancouver B.C., Canada GUY H, MOORE San Bernardino, Calif. HELEN SEYMOUR Huston, Texas ROSE SHNELL Artesia, N. Mexico NINA JO REEVES San Bernardino, Calif. 4K 4-L, Salam, QLQ01 QL fowfil' ture. went QL ' .itil QJVJANV 25 J Q A il MAURICE E, BAIRD JR. Topeka, Kansas 4K TOM AMBROSE Los Angeles 'K PAULINE BRENNER Pasadena CHARLES BUTTERWORTH Los Angeles 'K DEMIS COLLINS San Francisco 'K JK CHARLES BEYER St. Louis STARS OF DOROTHY DEE CATLETT Princeton, Kentucky +1 l. JK CECILIA CONNELLY Los Angeles I U -koi? 13 4 ffm. fa. are HAROLD GARDNER Los Angeles K 41 JOHN CRAVEN New York 41 FRED DELANEY Taloga, Okla. Q.l..2'G. 41 E f D232-'4 KAY FELSTED Ogden, Utah K CHARLOTTE FLAX Bayonne, N, J, ii ... Og few 41 GEORGE GRAY Los Angeles JK CHARLES GAULDEN Elizabeth, La. 41 RUTH H IRSHFIELD Los Angeles MARIE HERZOG Shamokin, Pa. 41 BRUCE HOFFINE Kansas City, Mo. 'X -Y KATHERINE HAYWARD Los Angeles STARS OF ZARAH KIRAGH Tabriz, Iran lPersial 'K fm W7 W L MW' IIQWQWKZW JACK MAIN Los Angeles -K ii VINCENT MEIGS Los AngeIes ISABEL MILES Los Angeles I937 JOSEPHINE MORTIMER Chicago, III. JAMES RAY Tampa, Fla. if RUTH MOSES Logan, Utah BILL PEARSON New Orleans, La. 29 02. 7,q,3fQ.A?, A MM 4 S. 7, QWWWX-gy ..B,.W ' jaw-4,0 41 ROLAND SPRAKER Long Beach 4K MARY SINCLAIR ROE Toronto, Canada 41 HORTENSF VAil-lON Seattle, Wash. PETER VAlL Los Angeles 'IK SUZANNE VIDOR Hollywood 'K 'IK MORGAN SWEENEY Los Angeles STARS MARIAN WESSELLS Los Angeles -K 41 EMMA LOU WRIGHT Shaston, Idaho 1937 HOPE KOEHLER Racine, Wis. JK 41 MARION CHURCHILL Denver, Colorado VIRGINIA HARTMAN Palms, Calif. BARBARA KINCAID Riversde, Calif. JUL IANA MONROE Durango, Colo. LORRY LINTON Clinton, okla. 41 'HIC-HSCI-IOO-L SENIOR CLASS SALLY CAlSFORD, President We, the Senior Class, wish to state our appreciation to the school and the faculty for the unfailing support and great understanding they have so readily given us. The class was ex- tremely fortunate in possessing a fac- ulty so devoted in our interests. They have been equally patient and sym- pathetic with us, helping us, in our trivial and deeper moments. We have worked so many days and years with them and through that work we shall be able to attain some de- gree of success. We will all go our different ways to untried fields and to strive for further achievements, always thanking our school for the sincere cooperation we received. Looking back over our past high school days we will often find a day or week standing out longer in mem- oryg memories of friendships we made and of the struggles and joys we found together. Although we shall part and go separate paths we shall meet again as grown men and women and together we shall recol- lect our happy and perhaps sad ex- periences. Deep in our hearts we shall thank Cumnock and its faculty over and over again for the opportun- ity and 'kind assistance they gave so willingly, to help us reach our goal in life. DOROTHY ARNOLD VERA BERCH KAY CALKINS POLLY CHASE RUFUS DAVID Glendora, Calif. Winnipeg, Canada Chicago, III. Los Angeles Chicago, Ill. EDI DE LEON MARILYN FELIX EDA FELSTED THELMA FREEDMAN SALLY GAISFORD New York New York Ogden, Utah I-lartford, Conn, St. Louis, Mo, 32 JACK EVELYN BEULAH GEISSLER HARPER HASTINGS Los Angeles Nashville, Tenn. Clifton, Ariz. JOHN JOSEPH CHARLES HAUSER HUNT HUNTINGTON San Francisco San Francisco Los Angeles DICK HENRIETTA RUTHELLEN LLOYD MAGEE MERCHANT Los Angeles Los Angeles Chicago JOHN LORRAINE DELLA K. RHAME RICE ROOT Freemont, N.Y. Los Angeles Middletown, Ohio HELEN JEAN HATHAWAY HICKMAN Salt Lake City Uniontown, Penn VERNA ELIZABTH LEBOW LEWIS Tulsa, Okla. Beverly Hills KAREN KATHERINE OKEY REYNOLDS Los Angeles Los Angeles SHIRLEY MILDRED SCHWARTZ SHELLEY New York San Diego MURRAY HENRY ROSEMARY BOB JACK SMALL SORGE STEEHLER THOMPSON WILSON New York Hanover, Germany Shanghai, China New Orleans Los Angeles POSTC-RADUATE FRED HENRY BILL WILLIAM AUSTIN GOLDBERG HAMILTON KLEPSTEIN Omaha Montreal St. Louis Los Angeles MAE MARION MEL PETE LOBDELL JONES MELENDEZ NICOLETTI San Francisco Los Angeles Los Angeles Monfecito, Calif. HIGHSCHOOL' IUNIOR CLASS KATHERINE ALEXANDER, President BARBARA NORTON, Vice-President KATHERINE ALEXANDER Atlanta, Ga. ROBERT MacDONALD San Francisco JOEEPHINE BARTH Denver, Colo. ELAINE MALOUF Salt Lake City SUZANNE PRAGER New York JIMMY TURNER Los Angeles FREDDIE JOSEPH Chicago BARBARA MILLER Los Angeles WINNIE RANDALL San Francisco FRED WINCH Salt Lake City CLARICE KANN Los Angeles BARBARA NORTON Los Angeles ROBERTA ROBERTS Los Angeles VIRGINIA ZOBELEIN Los Angeles JUNE KLEINBERGER Los Angeles DEAN OLSON Salt Lake City 35 i iii l' H l C- H S C H O O L SOPHOMORE CLASS GORDON TURNER, President SELMA SHELLEY, Vice-President Although the Sophomore class is very small, it has worked together as one unit. We have accomplished a great deal during the semester with the help of the faculty. The mem- bers of the class have shown much interest in school and class activities ANN ROSEMARY BILLY which include beach parties, dances, football games and other minor sports. They have felt at all times their importance as a part of the high school student body and have earnest- ly tried to support current activities to the best of their abilities. JOAN LLOYD BARKER BROWN BURKETT DILSON ESTES Logansport, Ind. Los Angeles Los Angeles New York City Long Beach LOIS VIOLET FRANCES ALDEN HARRY GOLDBERG GOLDBERG GUTTERMAN HOWELL HOYT Cleveland Chicago Los Angeles Waynesville, N.C. San Francisco ,Aft 36 lx. S HIGH SCHOOL HELEN ADAIR DAN JOSEPHSON KIRSCHNER MATTHEWS Kansas City New York Pasadena TED DOROTHY MARILYN NILSSON OGDEN ROBERTS Prescott, Ariz. Knoxville, Tenn. Los Angeles ARIEL RUTH GORDON SHERRY TOPPER TURNER Los Angeles Toledo, Ohio Los Angeles ASHER LELAND MILLER MOORE New York San Bernardino JOANNE SELMA SAYLE SHELLEY Cleveland Tuscon, Ariz. LINDY WENTS Anaheim, Calif. 37 -ii ' H I C- H S C H O O L FRESHMAN CLASS jEANNE HODC-ES, President CHARLES BELT, Vice-President The Freshman class wishes to ex- press its gratitude to the faculty and the school for the encouragement and friendliness which they have shown. With their help, the class, though small, has been an organized group entering into the spirit and activi- ties of Cumnock with enthusiasm and interest. On the whole, the class has had a very successful year, and sincerely hopes that the new freshman class will have as pleasant a time as the present group has had. CHARLES BLANEY JEANNE BELT HARRIS HODGES San Francisco Hollywood San Pedro JACK R. C. BETTY RAE MacDONALD MacDONALD NEWMAN Berkeley Los Angeles Ardmore, Okla JUNIOR HicH SCHOOL' COSETTE WH ITACRE, INSTRUCTOR The junior High School students Week was celebrated by the boys are to have their Commencement ex- taking charge of classes. ercises Thursday morning, june llth. We had as a guest, May l9th, Parents and friends are cordially in- Virginia Lee Bird of Butte, Montana. vited to attend. Several social functions have been We are happy to welcome the re- planned to honor the eighth grade turn of two former students, Peggy pupils the first part of june. Carr and Miriam Robinson. Boys' CAROLYN BUTLER DIANE BUTLER CLEMENTINE DE LU RICHARD GRAY JIM MacDONALD LEROY MALOUF CHARLES ROOT 39 'THEMILKYW ELEMENTARY SCHOOL WILLARD LINVILLE, Instructor The Cumnock Elementary School, under the supervision and guidance of Mr. Willard Linville, Miss Alma Crane, and Mrs. Gladys Burkett, has shown itself to be excellent in the training and character development of the smaller folks. A Y There is a large play-ground, well- equipped, on the campus where the young people enjoy themselves dur- ing the recess and lunch periods. Un- der capable faculty instruction, the development of those enrolled has been marked. ns. . .A 40 CUMNOCCUPANTS' SHERRY SOMMERVILLE, Resident Advisor A happy, cheerful atmosphere con- stantly prevails among the girls who are fortunate enough to reside in the Cumnock dormitory. Large, airy rooms are furnished them for their sojourn. For relaxation and recrea- tion a spacious lounge and sun porch are provided, as well as two fine ten- nis courts. Many activities are furnished the girls. They have many social func- tions, such as hostess nights when they invite outside guests, picnics, and other outings. The hostess nights are strictly formal affairs, and are quite festive, aided by dinners in the dining room. The young hos- tesses and their guests then adjourn to the main lounge where fascinating NINA IO REEVES, President discussions and readings are given by various members. Quite often the girls are entertained by Mrs. Sylvia Brooks who recites in a fascinating manner. Dormitory activities and life are quite capably supervised by Miss Sherry Somerville, Miss Helen Crane Hardison, Miss Faye Stinson, and Miss Marie Brown. The atmosphere in the dormitory tends to give the girls a high sense of responsibility and cooperation that they will find highly beneficial to them not only during their stay at Cumnock, but for the remainder of their lives. All in all, when a girl has lived in the Cum- nock dormitory she has thoroughly benefited by the experience. 41 A C T I V I T I E S 0 THE VARIOUS STUDENT ACTIVITIES ARE PERFORMED WITH A NEW INDUSTRY AND HARMONY AS IS EVI- DENCED BY THE PREVALENT ATMOSPHERE OF ACHIEVE- MENT FROM COOPERATION. MURAI. II The accompanying mural painled by Hugo Ballin appears upon flue walls of llie Grililifli Observalory al Los Angeles, California. IVITIE S ACADEMIC ACTIVITIES ' Within the past year, the Cumnock College and High School have partici- pated in many interesting scholastic activities. The order and precision with which functions have been car- ried on remind one of the orderliness of a planetary system. PUBLICATIONS CUMNOCK COURIER BILL PEARSON, Editor CUTLER L. HUEBENER, Associate During the past year the Cumnock Courier and the Cumnock Yearbook have combined under what is virtual- ly a single publications staff. This system, while purely an experiment, has proven itself to be highly satis- factory. The Courier is a bi-monthly publication, and the yearbook is pub- lished annually. Although the small- ness of the student body limits the printing of actual news, the Courier has met with great success and pop- ularity because of the novel and in- teresting features, and the unique manner of presentation. The Courier maintains an active exchange list which includes many of the impor- tant high school and college publica- tions. Standing: Seymour, Main, Vail, Houser. Seated: Felsted, Gage, Huebener, Pearson, Baird, Mrs. Briggs. 44 PUBLICATIONS' As the yearbook was placed in the hands of those who had publication experience on the newspaper, a par- ticularly efficient staff, which real- ized the importance of cooperation to its fullest degree, functioned re- markably well. Those who held posi- tions on the annual and the newspa- per Ito whom the school is especially gratefull are the following: BILL PEARSON CUTLER HUEBENER M. E. BAIRD JR. DELLA K. ROOT PETER VAIL PHYLLIS GAGE CUMNOCK CHRONICLE M. E. BAIRD, Business HELEN M. BRICCIS, Sponsor Bill Pearson, editor, Cutler L. Hue- bener, associate editor, M. E. Baird, business manager, Hortense Vachon, art editor, Peter Vail and Mel Melin- dez, athletics, Phyllis C-age, Helen Seymour, pictorial, and Lorry Linton, lack Main, Della Root, john Houser, Henrietta Magee and Eda Felsted high school editors, Mrs. Briggs, sponsor. HORTENSE VACHON HELEN BRIGGS JOHN CRAVEN LORRY LINTON il- I I , l i ili ' 45 J:-H we Xu vo X J' 'I' FX QW I , 'K F O R E N S I C S EORCE C-RAY, Manager ERBERT L. WINANS, Coach GEORGE GRAY LORRY LINTON KATHERINE ALEXANDER BILL PEARSON M. E. BAIRD JR. HERBERT WINANS 46 Debating, as an interscholastic ac- tivity, was adopted by Cumnock for the first time this year. Student support and interest has greatly aided the debating and oratorical teams in their recent successful contests. Op- position in non-league debates with other high schools and colleges has been excellent, but the Cumnock team has maintained a surprisingly high average for a pioneering year. The national junior college question tor this year was, Resolved: That Congress Should Have the Right by Two-thirds Vote to Reverse Supreme Court Decisions Declaring Acts of Congress Unconstitutional. The for- ensics team consisted of the follow- ing: Baird, Linton, Alexander, Gray, and Pearson, Herbert L. Winans, Coach. lt is anticipated that the forensics department will be increased next year, for the success of those partici- pating during the preceding year was so marked as to arouse the great in- terest ot the student body. HONOR SOCIETY' The Cumnock College Honor So- ciety, the membership in which re- quires a scholastic average of B or better, held several enjoyable and in- structive meetings this year. One of the society's finest discussions was presided over by Mr. Horace Craig, guest speaker. At another important gathering, Dr. Herbst, prominent in- ternational specialist, was kind enough to show the society travel- ogue motion pictures taken in In- dia. He also lectured on Indian man- ners and customs. To complete the social activities for the year, the members have planned several short trips, picnics, and dinners. lt is planned that these will be highly successful. Small in membership last semester, but gradually increasing despite the high standard ot requirements set by the college administration, the Cum- nock College Honor Society is pro- gressing in membership and increas- ing its high scholastic standing. IUNIOR COLLEGE BILL PEARSON, President cuiv1NocK HONOR STUDENTS 47 'K HONO HIC-H SCHOOL IEAN HICKMAN, President Maintaining a surprisingly high scholastic average, and outnumbering in membership the college group, the Cumnock High School honor society has been quite successful under the presidency of jean Hickman. The members have held several meetings during the semester, and they have decided to purchase appropriate in- signia to indicate their membership. Besides being a group of honor stu- R SOCIE TY dents, these young people have al- most without exception participated enthusiastically in school activitiesg it is interesting to find that the hon- or society includes a group of peo- ple who are also outstanding leaders in student life. Providing the high standard of the past can be main- tained, the future of the Cumnock High School honor society is indeed promising. 48 CUIVINOCK K. FELSTED, The month of May witnessed the advent of a new club, namely, the Cumnock Society. The organiza- tion was formed to promote more student activities, and to create more interest in affairs pertaining to the school. Zareh Kiragh and George Gray were the originators of the club which is daily growing in member- ship. Inasmuch as the group is as yet in the formative stage and the semester nearing a close, very few functions are planned for the re- remainder of the current school year. In September, however, complete formation is to transpire and full plans to be laid. SOCIETY' ZAREH KIRAOH, Chairman I. MONROE, I. WILSON, G. GRAY In spite of its comparative youth, the Cumnock Society has had two successful evenings. The first was a fine beach party held on the Bel-Air Beachg it was attended by ap- proximately thirty-six people who had a thoroughly enjoyable time. If possible, other parties will be held at the beach before the semester ends, if they do not interfere with activ- ities already scheduled on the cal- endar. On Friday night, IVIay-22, the Society had an excellent dinner party in the Cumnock dining room. The prime purpose of the meeting was the election of officers for the forth- coming semester. I 49 'STARS OF THE FUT'URE SCHOOL OF EXPRESSION HELEN C. HARDISON As night falls and the stars grad- ually appear in the sky, young astron- omers turn their eyes heavenward seeking out a new starg so when the curtain rises on the amateur theatre, the eager audience turns its eyes stageward seeking out a new star. However, these brilliant bodies do not appear so often as the public might wish and the fact that the audience seldom finds a new lumin- ary never hinders its appreciation of a play. True to form, Cumnock has finished off a rather successful year in drama. The plays have been suc- cesses and are still being talked about. Both the high school and School of Expression are to be com- mended for their good work. After weeks of preparation it is gratifying to find one's contribution well re- ceived. All the praise given these young thespians and their directors, Miss Hardison and Mrs. Hovey, is well-deserved. Last semester the High School put on the play C-rowing Pains , by Booth Tarkington. The play was exg ceptionally good and spoke well for its director, Mrs. Hovey, who di- rected the large cast effectively. Booth Tarkington has-written an amusing human story of the trials of youth. The play held the interest of everyone in the audience. 50 STA The School of Expression had for its play The Mollusc , by H. H. Davies. Miss Hardison directed a cast composed of Marie Brown, juliana Monroe, Bill Pearson, and Kenneth jones. The play, an Eng- lish comedy, was exceptionally well received by a comparatively large audience. During the year several one-act plays were given in assemblies. These little plays were interestingly acted and, while they did not come up to the standard set by the more im- portant productions, the audience appreciated the presentations. Sev- eral well-known writers' plays were produced, and most of them provided RS OF THE FUTURE' SCHOOL OF EXPRESSION HELEN W. HOVEY good acting possibilities. The young actors and actresses handled the roles intelligently. Drama is gradually becoming a necessary part of every school sys- tem. lt gives young people an op- portunity to appear before fairly large groups of people. The actors acquire poise, the most important factor of a successful stage career. Cumnock is fortunate in having such a complete dramatic course. Every subject taken by students interested in drama is definitely important in this training. Make-up, interpreta- tion, story-telling, Shapespeare, voice and diction-all these are included in their daily training. 51 'ONE AC CREATIVE WRITING LILIAN WOODY, Sponsor HELEN C. HARDISON, Director It is felt that the most important work of the year was the presenta- tion of plays, written by the stu- dents of the creative writing class. The collaboration of the amateur factions is looked forward to with in- terest. The future Barries, Cowards, and Shaws wrote some interesting plays which ran the scale of dramatic TPLAYS possibilities. Many were unusual in theme. The experience of appearing in unproduced plays gave the future Barrymores, Cornells, and Hayes an opportunity to show their individu- ality. Such thorough instruction should make for celebrated alumni. Hats off to the School of Expression for its interesting work! ' The one-act plays written by the creative writing classes and produced by the School of Expression on the evening of May 29 at Cumnock, were the following. A DANCING APPENDIX, a comedy by Cutler L. Huebener. WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW, a situation play by Sheila de Richebourg. SOLUTIONS, a psuedo-mystery, also written by Huebener. SHAKESPEARE'S UNFINISHED PLAY, from the pen of Verna Herbst. THE CURSE OF LUCRETIA, Bill Pearson's one-act tragedy, and THE GREEN FLASK, a mystery written in an anonymously mysterious collaboration. 52 DRAMA OR A little known but nevertheless ac- tive organization is the Cumnock Thamelian Club. The membership of this club is limited to members of the Expression School and students interested in dramatic work, who care to participate in plays. Several meetings have beeen held during the Fall and Spring semesters for the purpose of re-organization and election of officers. ln the month of October the first meeting of the l935 term was held. Preced- ing the actual business meeting, Organizing toward the end of the school year, the Cumnock stage crew, under the managership of George Cray functioned admirably in the various stage productions of a busy dramatics season. The crew assisted during other entertainments and programs held in the Cumnock audi- torium. lt was of great value also to C-ANIZATIONS THAMELIAN CLUB BEN STERNBERC-, President HELEN C. HARDISON, Sponsor dinner was served in the Cumnock dining room, after which the group adjourned to the sitting room where the election of officers was held. Ben Sternberg was elected president of the Thamelians, but unfortu- nately he left school in February. Miss Hardison and Mrs. Hovey are the sponsors of the dramatic group, which has an approximate member- ship of twenty. At the same meeting plans were made for the presentation of plays during the i935-36 school year. STAC-E CREW C-EORCE CRAY, Manager V. MEICS, Z. KIRACH, Assistants the social committee in making pre- parations for the several successful dances held during the year. The college and especially the School of Expression are grateful to the men who comprise the stage crew for their assistance, which was always efficiently and cheerfully given. 53 SOCIAL ACTIVITIES ' Social activities at Cumnock at- tained a new criterion during the past ten months, and are giving strong in- dications of soaring to even greater heights. A new interest has manifest- ed itself among the students, who evinced their enthusiasm by support- ing the activities with a much greater interest than has heretofore been in evidence. S O R O R I T I E S SIGMA IOTA CHI IULIANA MONROE, President LILIAN WOODY, Sponsor Sigma Iota Chi began the year's rushing season with a week-end par- ty at Lake Arrowhead. Many parties were given-a buffet supper at Mar- garet Rose Shnell's and a tea at Vicki Vachon's. The preference dinner was arranged at the Mary Helen Tea Room. After initiation a dinner dance was given at The Biltmore Bowl. A benefit Bridge Tea was staged at Cumnock School at which Mrs. Brooks and Mrs. Wyckoff officiated. The Pledges entertained the active chapter members at the Victor Hugo Cafe. The year has been very suc- cessful and much as the graduates dislike to leave, they feel that next year will be most satisfactory under the chairmanship of Vicki Vachon. They entertained for Mrs. Woody as an appreciation of her leadership, with a dinner and a theatre party. l 5 6 S O R O R I T I E S 4' jG5jlE,- THETA TAU EPSILON ,' 1 1, qxff SHEILA DE Ric:-iEBouRc, President 'gf HELEN M. BRIGGS, sponsor Theta Tau Epsilon has had a very successful year filled with pleasant activities. A close alliance has been continued with the alumnae sorority group and a strong tie has been made in consequence. Many rushing par- ties have been held and various en- tertainments. Mrs. Briggs was chosen sponsor and several affairs have been given for her. lsabel Miles' home was the stage for a delightful tea, and Louise lVlcNary's home was a festive scene for a bridge party given by the alumnae. Two dinner dances were delightful at the Del Mar Club, one at which the alumnae and their escorts were of the party. The soror- ity looks forward to a successful year. 57 C L E E C L U B ELIZABETH TRETHAWAY, Director LORRAINE RICE, Pianist This year, Cumnock organized the first Glee Club for girls and although the organization is new, it has been doing some very commendable work. On November l8th, the Glee Club made its first appearance before an Assembly, and at Christmas time on December 2Oth, when the holiday program was given, several groups of songs were sung delightfully by the club. On class day, june lOth and l ith, the organization will assist the exercises, at Commencement on june of Mrs. belong to under the able direction Trethaway. The girls who the organization have a splendid op- portunity to develop their voices and at the same time to render a great service to the student body. It is agreed that the entire school owes a great debt to this group. 58 HIC-HjlN-X' With the ever-present effervescent jack Lucas as radio announcer, Cra- ham Crackers, the Cumnock Hi- links hit the imaginary air lanes, Selma Shelley and Lois C-oldberg, the Cumnock Shirley Temples, ex- plained to the faculty that their grades would be better if they had Rhythm in their Nursery Rhymes. Then, too, the Dionnes were pres- ent, and the Sigma Iota Chi babes with little Rosie Shnell as their lead- er, gave Phyllis Gage, our Dr. Dafoe, a good deal of quintroublets. Cutler L. Huebener, the herpetol- ogist with the baritone voice, sang Alone except for the fact that Lorraine Rice accompanied him on the piano. JOHN LUCAS, Master of Ceremonies IOHN CRAVEN, Assistant Then came the faculty show, and the Cumnock students saw them- selves as others see them, for the teachers presented a schoolroom scene. Long to be remembered is the performance of Mrs. Woody. And we must not forget Mr. jack Babcock and his colleague, the ex- hausted Mr. Trigg. Miss Hardison as the little girl who never had a chance, and Mrs. Hovey, as the one who knew most of the answers and could guess the rest, amazed the crowd. Mrs. Briggs kept up a running fire of amusing conversation, while Mr. Horace Craig rose nobly to the occa- sion by telling a story about two lit- tle mice and the piece of cheese that got away. A 5 9 D SOCIAL COMMITTEE, First Semester GUY MOORE, Chairman While music played, Cumnock students danced the i935-36 semes- ters away in four spectacular and festive dances, which were excellent- ly prepared by the Social Committee. During the current year, C-uy Moore and john Craven acted as capable chairmen, arranging elaborate formal and informal affairs. Chairman Moore filled his position from Sep- tember to February, and Chairman Craven successfully maintained the high standards set by his predecessor. A small but efficient committee of students volunteered their services as assistants to the leaders. Two gay dances featured the first semester's activities. The first dance had for its theme an unusual motif prepared and executed by Cuy Moore. It was called A Midsum- 4? so A N C E S mer Night's Dream, and the Cum- nock auditorium assumed an entire- ly new appearance, embellished by typical forest scenes. An excellent -orchestra provided very danceable music for the large crowd in attend- ance. The second dance was conducted under the heading of the Black and White Formal and was presented during the month of December just previous to the annual Christmas va- cation. Unfortunately, a slim num- ber of students were present for this colorful occasion, but an entertain- ing evening was enjoyed by those for- tunate enough to be there. Chairman john Craven inaugurat- ed his regime with an eye-tickling, ear-pleasing Garden dance. This affair was held in the month of D A N C E S SOCIAL COMMITTEE, Second Semester March, just preceding the advent of the mythical March hare who would have been fortunate had he been present at the fantastic festivities. Colorful lighting and decorating ef- fects were heartily approved of by the light-hearted dancers, and toe- tickling music furnished added in- centive for all to join into the spirit of the occasion. An imposing num- ber of students made their initial ap- pearances as members of the Cum- nock Student Body, and did not re- gret their decision to attend. The final light fantastic of the current social season at Cumnock was concluded when the unorthodox Whatsisl' dance was unveiled on Friday night, May l5, in the Cum- nock auditorium. This dance had 43 lOl-IN CRAVEN, Chairman many unique and startling scenic ef- fects to amuse the present contin- gent, as well as an aggregation of well-organized musicians to furnish the music. Such unusual sights as a jail, elephants, a large shoe, a doll- house, and other novel effects af- forded much amusement. Much credit is due the hard- working Social Committee chairmen and supporters, namely, C-uy Moore and john Craven, who supervised the activities, and their associates, juli- ana Monroe, Ben Sternberg, john Lu- cas, lack Main, George Cray, Ed len- kins, Marilyn Felix, Bill Hamilton, Pauline Brenner, lack Wilson, Cutler Huebener, lack Baird and numerous others who so gladly contributed their time and efforts. 6l L I T E R A T U R E VN 0 UNDOUBTEDLY THE MOST REPRESENTATIVE STAND- ARD TO BE ATTAINED BY A SCHOLASTIC GROUP IS THE MEASUREMENT OF THE QUALITY OF LITERATURE THAT IT IS CAPABLE OF PRODUCINC. MURAL III The accompanying mural painled by l-lugo Ballin appears upon rlwe walls of 'rhe Griffillw Observafory al Los Angeles, California. 1 'I' U STAR 0 ' ' DUST ' Through the ages there has been one safeguard against the darkness. Liter- ature, creative writing, has shed upon the world through the centuries the light of the sun and the beauty of the stars. 'K L l T E R A T U R E Spime exacts its toll on Man, but not on Literature. Although the creative pieces of writing that have been written by members of the Cumnock student body may not be' placed in the lasting annals of literature, they never- theless will find a permanent place in the hearts of the students. AUTUMN By Ronnie Bamburger Someone asked me: What does Autumn mean to you? I spoke not true And said: Not much. Afterwards I thought of what it was to me: A rustling wind, a dying tree, A world of colors, a harvest moon, A flying robin who leaves too soong A field all plowed, and new mown hay, A crisp, cold night, a dear blue day- A changing world for all to see. And yet when someone said to me, What does Autumn mean to you? l spoke not true And said: Not much. UTOPIA Eda Felsted Oh, give me the mountains, the valleys and dales, Where nature wafts fragrance on soft, balmy gales, Where the silence is refreshing, soothing, and kind, Where to troubles and ills all nature is blind. Oh, give me a home where nature is near, Where nymphs play at evening in a lake blue and clear, Where laughter and joy, Queen Happiness bearg Where love banishes heartaches, worry and care. Oh, give me the quiet that encourages thought, Where deep, true affection and friendship are taught, Where just like the flowers, the birds, and the bees, You are at peace with the world, your heart is at ease. 64 L I T E R A T U R E 4' FAREWELL, RENOWN Mae Lobdell I go to school each morning, I never go to movies, I go to school each night, I burn the midnight oil, I try to learn my lessons, I try to do my duty, And do everything just right. I study and I toil. I write my compositions, I love my History teacher, And get them in on time, My Civics teacher, too, And it the teacher asks me, I even learn a rhyme. Is a maiden's dream come l'd even polish apples To get some A's or B's, But when those darn reports come out I'lI rate B's, C's and D's. DESIRE Eda Felsted Desire, the root ot all you do, Is the force that makes you follow through, A yearning, burning in your soul That leads you to a higher goal. It makes you want to do your best, To tackle life with a heightened zest, To work and work 'til you are done, And take the honors you have won. Without desire you are too small. You don't accomplish things at allg So cultivate ambition strong, And strive to be above the throng. Good desire-the only thing That gives to life a golden ring! And my Prof. in Sociology, ITUG FOREIGN SK DIE NATUR By Suzanne Vidor lch schau' die kleinen Kinder Die spielen in der Sonneg Sie sind wie Fruehlingsblumen, So hell und voll der Wonne, Es gibt mir leid zu schliessen Beide sollen bald verschiessen. REVOLTE D' UN ELEVE By Bill Pearson Qu'est-ce que ca vous avez Ia? C'est un livre. Commencez a Le Iire, monsieur, c'est tres bien. Quant a moi-tiens-tiens . . Qu'est-ce que ca vous- avez dit? j'ai oublie, il est parti: je ne m'en rapelle pas as je ne suis pas ici, je ne suis pas Ia. Qu'est-ce que ca vous avez produit? C'est tres mauvais, mal ecrit. Car je prefere les bons vieux temps- Sans aucunes classes et Ie printempsl' FOREIGN SKIES LA C-UITARRISTA By joan Dilson juanita es una guitarrista Quien toca su guitarra todo dia. Primero un clasico que tiene mucho hermoso Y entonces jazz que tiene solo ritmo. IMPOSIBLE By Ted Nilsson You no puedo componer, Ni escribir poemas. Solo puedo deponer Mis juicios en prosas. EL MOREN lS'l'O By Selma Shelley El morenisto que vi ayer Estaba quapo tan podia Alegria todos sabe traer Por tocar su quitarra bien. IOIALA By joan Dilson You quiero tomar un viaje a Espana Y ver la razon de su simpatica Tiene Espana casas y fabricas? Si verdad, son como las nuestras? L I T E R A T U R E NIGHT Sally Caisford The sun burned low, And all around the flying things A tree with flying branches Stirred into life: Caught in the wind from the sea, The pine tree made shadows like Dipped and whispered Grotesque hands against the house, Old, old things And all about the garden crept the dusk To the privet hedge, Over the flower beds, making lt in turn rustled, and in Purple flowers blend into Sighs and murmurs told the grass The velvet of the night, That night was coming. The chameleon curtain of the sky A night bird swirled into Was studded with stars, The pampas grass and sang a call A moon swung high, To tell his mate, Night had come- THE HARBOR Della K. Root The ocean seemed to be steaming as the gray fog rose slowly off the murky water. Small tugs woke from the night's slumber, and grumbled as their masters loaded them with nets and ropes, along the wharf pale men, dark men, scarred men, huge men, and scrawny men worked slowly. just as slowly the sun in the east climbed higher and higher in the heavens and the harbor brightened as though a magic wand had touched it. A huge white liner glided like a smooth white swan through the narrow passage, past tank- ers, oilers, sheds, and wharves. She pulled alongside the large metal shed, where excited murmurs circulated through the crowd. Gang planks were hoisted. White coated stewards, dark coated officers, and gay passengers filed down, and scrambled among the baggage and customs. Then myster- iously it all grew quiet. The tired tugs crept up to the wharf. The pale, dark, scarred, huge and scrawny men hurried away, all was quiet except' the rhyth- mic motion of the waterg soon even the water seemed to sleep. 68 L I T E R A T U R E IN PERSHING SQUARE Della K. Root The whispering trees cast long shadows over Pershing Square and the green benches along the twisty path were as crowded as the streets that ran close by. On one bench sat a young man whose clothes seemed to tell a story of a too proud youth. His eyes were not sad, but rather kind, and his face showed that laughing lines were quick to form at his mouth and eyes. How- ever, his eyes were not for the passing people, nor his ears for the roaming traffic, but his thoughts seemed to wander back to a quiet peaceful village where hollyhocks bloomed in every yard, and the children skipped rope and played games in the twilight. Next to him sat a very old man who was not dreaming, but whose small eyes watched a group of pigeons pecking at the small dried leaves on the cement path. He drew from his pocket a hard, mouldy piece of bread, and crumbled it upon the sidewalk. The pigeons came in swarms, and the few that had been pecking on the path suddenly seemed to multiply into count- less hundreds. The youth passed the old man a kindly glance, looked again toward the traffic and then back at the old man, who suddenly jumped up and hurried away carrying a small, bobbing object under his coat. The young man rose to stop him, but sat down again for he, too, was aware of a deep stirring hunger. ADI EU Eda Felsted Tenderly 'twas laid aside 'Twas cruel to bid farewell this way Midst other treasures dear, To something so divine, The parting caused a wistful sigh, Enclosing all this loveliness The falling of a tear. In that treasure chest of mine. A glance, a sigh, a tender clasp And so adieu to you, my own, Accompanied by a moan, For you my heart still calls, 'Twould move most any mortal soul Until the fall l've laid aside And change a heart of stone. My fur coat in moth balls. 69 L I T E R A T U R E UP AND DOWN AND ROUND AND ROUND OR HOW TO RIDE AN INC-O-BIKE Frances Gutterman To be able to ride what some misinformed soul called an Ingo-bike, one must be possessed of the following requisites: soft bones to prevent break- ing, soft muscles to prevent knotting, and a soft head to be foolish enough to ride one in the first place. I speak from sad experience. Once, I too, was sweet and innocent until some of my scheming friends trapped me into hiring one of those vehicles for an hour for the princely sum of 25c. Naturally, having put out this invest- ment I was bound to finish out the time contracted for, even if it killed me, and it nearly succeeded in so doing. We started off easily enough, that is, they did. They jumped up and down and the wheels went round and round and came out all right. But when I jumped up and down, for some strange inexplicable reason the wheels wob- bled and kept going first towards the sky and then towards the terra firma, in the meanwhile giving me an extremely thorough shaking so that I was forced to stop the cute little machine. Not that it mattered, because it halted of its own accord as there did not seem to be enough power or some- thing to keep it going. One of the kind friends l?l attempted to show me how to run it. Look, she said, push along with one foot like a scooter until you get start- ed then just pull back on the handlebars and push down with your feet when the rear wheel is at the bottom. Well, that was different. Why hadn't someone told me how to man- age it before? Off I started, bouncing and jumping, I had itl HeyI I shout- ed enthusiastically, Lookl l've got it! Suddenly for no apparent reason I found myself sitting prettily in the gutter where some kind person had had the foresight to pile some dry leaves. At least they looked dry, but imagine my chagrin when I discovered there was a pool of muddy water beneath that innocent looking bunch of leaves. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. That is an old time-tested axiom but it certainly doesn't hold true for Ingo-bike riding. I tried and tried again, but each attempt brought the same failure as the preceding one, ex- cept that perhaps the later ones were worse, due to sheer exhaustion. 70 L I T E R A T U R E 'K At last the hour of torture was over and we returned the bikes to the rental agency. As I limped up, the attendant smiled ingratiatingly and said, Would you girls care to take these out for another hour? I still can't, for the life of me, see how I managed to hold my temper in check at this last salt-pouring on an open wound. Somehow I managed to drag myself home and fall comfortingly onto my bed. Only one grain of sat- isfaction did I retain after this harrowing experience, At least it was good exercise and I needed it, I thought to myself. But it sounded slightly hol- low even to me in weakened condition. A TEACHER'S POINT OF VIEW Ronnie' Bamburger At times they seem afraid of me, The room with sun their faces fill, But it is I who wants to flee- Yet they always give me chills- I sit in fright They sit and shout While they all write While I pass out-- An answer. My pupils! Oh I shall never teach again, I try to teach them English verbs, l'll leave that task to big strong men-They sit and ho and hum their words- They'll sit and grin I stand and shake At my coffin- While they all fake A teacher. An answer. HERETIC Bill Pearson I saw the throngg I saw the throneg I made my choiceg I stand alone. 7l L I T E R A T U R E IVIY PHILOSOPHY IA class assignment, extemporaneously writtenl Suzanne Vidor Anyway, I know I don't want to be the kind of person I am now. If it were possible, l'd like to develop into a composite of all the things I now lack. In the first place, I would like to be strong-strong, not necessarily of mind, but more of will and personality, which may be the same thing, but I doubt it. l'd like to know instinctively the right thing to do at the right time. And it seems to me that could be acquired even though it appears instinctive. I'd like to be more honest, primarily with myself, and of course, with others. Frankness, of course, would go along with honesty. Now I would like to be able to have very high ideals about what I want to be, and how I want to beg but I would like to have the self assurance and perseverance to carry them out. Moreover, I would like to be able to enjoy life more. I would like to throw off a very stupid faculty of making myself unhappy when there is ab- solutely no cause. In all I would like to be able to live fully, honestly, and joyfully with everything in life. Note: This ideal seems to me to be a true picture of what you already are.-H. B. C-OODBYES Ronnie Bamburger I hate goodbyes- They seem so silly, so futile, so sad. They put an end to all the joyous friendship we have had, I hate goodbyes. I hate farewells and tears- And when you go, say not goodbye They seem so tragic, so ending, so mad, just turn away and smile and say, I hate farewells and tears. I know we'll meet again someday - And go. 72 L I T E R A T U R E ODE TO A DEAD SOLDIER Ronnie Bamburger They put a gun in your hands And said, Shoot You shot- You who did not wish to kill, Killed. Your mind was full of pictures Of people dying- Those you had killed. You were told to keep on trying- There were more and more To be killed. Your hands that once were rough from sport Were rough with war and hardship: Your body that once was tired from ease Crew tired from never sleepingg Your dreams when you dozed Were tortured with guns and flaming fire- You'd start up screaming Of dug-outs and bodies entangled with wire. They put a gun in an enemy's hands And said shoot , He shot- And now you are dead: You are a hideous mass Of red stained death. You went with a painful sigh, A choking breath And yet- Somehow l know- You were more than glad to go. L I T E R A T U R E BOOKS Pauline Brenner Rather long, thin books, like lean, dried up, thin lipped old men, go about imparting valuable advice to a wayward world. They show us for what pitfalls to keep a watch and what paths to follow on our doubtful journey. Short, finger deep, books are full of beauty and mystery in rhyme. They tell us of the setting sun, the cool, night breezes, and what the birds are thinking of as they swing sunward. They tell of the patter of the rain on the turf and try to give us the meanings back of life. The nice, comfortable-sized books we see every day, every place, are filled with worlds of wonder and delight, mystery, and sorrow that we are constantly meeting in life. For children, the large, heavy, brightly coloured books are everlasting- ly filled with wonder and magic, ln them they find howl the Goldfinch got his colours, how the water gets from the high, rocky caverns to the thirsty valley, and what happens to the Princessess when their father finds their dancing slippers worn thin every morning. The heavy, drab looking volumes on the bookshelf, to oldsters, mean knowledge. These books should be merely tasted, but very often are not even looked at. They are usually used to place small children on dizzy heights to enable them to reach their bread and milk. The new, clean, crisp books, given to one for birthdays are always pleasant, cheerful, and very often uninteresting to read. Read once, they are placed away on a shelf and not given another thought. The ones most cherished are old, musty, and yellow with age. There are sparkling lines filled with lovely, hidden thoughts underlined in pencil and the margin notes are humorous or reflective, depending upon the mean- ing of the passage remarked upon or the state of mind of the reader of long ago. Sometimes these marginal notes tell us a little something of those who perused the pages. The dry, clipped, disapproving notes are written by a tall, thin old maid whose age is indetermiinable, hair is straight, drawn back of her ears, and done in a tight knot. Her face is long, dry, and looks as if it would crack if she smiled. The sarcastic notes that spoil any sweetness in 74 L I T E R A T U R E 4' the lines are the thoughts of some middle-aged man, hard, set features, with furrows between his eyes and the corners of his mouth drawn down toward his chin. The gay, drily humorous remarks are from the hand of a plump, pink and white, old lady. She has spar-kling blue eyes and a round, rosy mouth that pursed up into a rose bud instead of daring to smile for fear one, if not all, of her companions would rush up to her with a big hug and kiss. These old, musty books are the books that are put away on shelves, but instead of being forgotten, they are taken down again and again, if not to be read, just to be fondled, to be skimmed through, and the favorite pas- sages read. The more worn and handled they are, the dearer they become. Who knows, some day, if the crisp, clean, new, books are handled enough, they too will become endeared to one. We hope they are worth it, anyway, for there is no truer, more constant friend than a book. HAPPY TOWN Kay Calkins Great hills surround the little town, The sunset adds enchantment And far below one sees To the beauty of the place, The little homes of simple folk, And the sunbeans are reflected Along the winding leas. In the joy on every face. Green trees and sweet wildflowers And should the weary traveler linger, Are in every garden there. His time would be well spent. And happiness is plenty, He at last would find the meaning And sorrow very rare. Of peace and sweet content. CLOUDS OVER CUIVINOCK Bill Pearson No calcuation is so big And brave Dean Winans does not seek That it could faze Professor Trigg, A compromise with ancient Greek, Mrs. Woody tames and cripples Nor Mrs. Hovey hesitate Those monstrous passive participles, On questions highly intricate. Mr. Craig, On Guard, m'sieurl Can fence with French and still endure, But who among them bravely sees And lvlrs. Briggs-she never sees That A's exist as well as B's? The terror of Empedoclesg 75 4' L I T E R A T U R E SQUARI NG THE TRIANGLE By Bill Pearson I. The beach was quite placid and undisturbed that summer's evening until a powerful red roadster ripped the silence into bits and wreaked havoc with the peaceful scene. A neat little bit of havoc was trying to get itself wreaked in the passenger seat of the roadster. There was a mathematician and a girl and, in the rumble seat behind them, a dog. To be more correct, there was a mathematician and a girl and Lionel, for we can't be quite inaccurate enough to call Lionel just a dog. True, he possessed many canine attributes, the usual shaggy coat, the long tail, the four legs. But Lionel had soul. He had dignity. He had character. In fact, he is perhaps the only individual in our story worth considering. At the moment, however, his brow was creased from the weight of a perplexing problem. The man in the driver's seat, one in whom he had not only a kindly and protective interest but also a feeling bordering on friendship, was getting himself in a most compromising position, indeed. The mathe- matical fellow was, quite unwittingly, allowing a girl to place him in the situation where he would, in the natural sequence of events, propose to her. This, Lionel felt, would be disastrous, and it was one of Lionel's petty con- ceits that he could always avert disaster. However, his bodily limitations were such that he was somewhat handi- capped. Naturally, it was impossible for him to speak to the man just before him, in order to turn the conversation diplomatically into other channels. Of course, there were numerous radical courses which he could pursue, but he dismissed them all as not being in keeping with a dignified and intelligent behavior. Nice moon, she cooed. Of, rather, yes. Rather a nice moon. You're quite right. You know there is a definite attraction between the moon and the water- Not really? A definite attraction between the moon and the water? How romantic! Tell me about it. Well, he hedged, not precisely romanticg more or less mathe- matical- Not really? she welled up and vibrated. I just adore mathematics, don't you? Why, yes, he yessed, I just adore- 76 L l T E R A T U R E 4' Adore what, Herbert? You don't mean- Why, mathematics. Well, if you don't mean mathematics, Herbert, what DO you mean? You said you adore something. Let me guess what it is. Do let me guess, Herbert? I'd rather not, he confused himself a little more. Why, you bashful boy! Then l'll just have to tell you myself. He looked a little helpless. The harpoon was poised, but the blow was not driven home. lt was halted by a sharp sound from the rumble seat. Lionel had sneezed. When we say that Lionel sneezed, we mean some- thing historic like Socrates drank the hemlockf' or the famous words of Nathan Hale. There was so much of the fine, so much of the dignified in Lionel that the very thought of a sneeze in public disgusted his finer sensi- bilities. Nevertheless, Linoel sneezed, blasting his dignity to bits in order to save a friend. Noble. Did you hear that? The drowning man clutched at the sneeze. Hear what? That sneeze. Lionel sneezed. He sneezed, Lydia. Oh, the dogf' Her back hair flew up ever so slightly. Hope he isn't is catching cold or anything. Now, l was-- Coldl Oh, dear, maybe he is. He has such a delicate constitution. We don't get much exercise, we both have delicate constitutions. Surely not a cold! lt might be fatal, Lydia. Think of it, fatal. Oh, my poor Lionel! Now, don't distress yourself, dear. Lionel will be all right. If he gets sick, l'll take care of him. Tell me, did Lionel ever have a mother? Why-er-no, he looked troubled. I don't think he did. That's just what you need, Herbert. Both you and Lionel need the care of a fine woman. Why, yes, he began to agree. 'l see what you mean. l think we need a governess of something. Oh, not a governess, silly boy. She made the point delicately. Not only someone to take care of you, but someone to care for you l Yes, yes, of course. l think so. Not so much for me, really, as for Lionel. I must think of Lionel, you know. But who would want to care for us? Did you ask me that? she smiled. Of course l asked you. 77 L I T E R A T U R E Herbert didn't see the danger, but Lionel did. There was only one thing left to do. It wasn't so hard as before. The down hill grade is easy. Lionel sneezed again. He did it again. He sneezed. It was Lionel I Herbert was almost hys- terical. But-- Yes, he did. He's catching cold in that rumble seat. It's all my fault. I shouldn't let him ride there. Oh, Lydia! What shall I do? I suppose, she said with a smooth sarcasm, that you want that dog here and want me to sit in the rumble. Would you? Missing the irony, he wrung her hand gratefully. Oh, Lydia! Lionel will be so thankful. There would have been one of those awful reverberating silences, had not Herbert reached for the emergency brake to bring the great red roadster to an abrupt stop. Lionel was silently holding his breath and waiting for an explosion. Lydia was seething with a quiet white heat. Herbert was merely oblivious. Lionel and Lydia changed seats without a word. As the car started a gentle breeze fanned her. ln a voice too low to be audible, Lydia swore. The gentle wind wafted her words back to her face, and ever so slowly the rouge began to peel. ll There are times when our guardian angels have problems of their own and cannot be disturbed by mundane matters. During these times we may find ourselves in unaccountably great amounts of trouble, for the fates have deserted us while they go on little fliers of their own. Lionel had decided to spend a week in the mountains. Matters more weighty than human relations were occupying LioneI's mind, philosophical and intellectual they were: but his only relaxation came in concentrated study, and he spent his vacations in deep reflection. How- ever, from the purely practical viewpoint, it would have been better if Lionel had forgone his intellectual pleasures for the benefit of Herbert. When Lionel returned he was somewhat ta-ken aback to find Herbert married to Lydia. Stoical resignation, Lionel realized, is all very well in its placeg he firmly believed, however, that its place is merely the hiatus between action and reaction. He decided to make the best of it for the time being. Herbert, of course, was completely out of control, being ruled by an- 78 L I T E R A T U R E 4' bert turned green. We had seen Lionel standing at the door, he must have overheard the conversation. This would be the end. Lionel, wal-king into the room, looked at Lydia, she smiled. This was, of course, unpardonable. He looked at Herbert, Herbert looked at his shoes. Lionel turned to the fireplace and paced up and down for a moment in deep thought, attempting to reach a judgment. Herbert looked sheepishly at Lydia. We'd better sit down, Lydia, he suggested in a tremulous voice. What for? she inquired innocently. Let's sit down, Lydia, he repeated, a trifle more insistantly. Somewhat bewildered, she obeyed. He fell into a chair beside her, and grasped her hand. Then Lionel turned. He looked at them carefully, seeming to weigh and study them. Clearing his throat in a judicial manner, he gazed steadily at Herbert. Then he shook his head. Herbert quickly withdrew his hand from Lydia's. The die had been cast. Even Lydia began to sense something. It almost seemed as if she had been judged and found wanting. But Lydia had heard of the court of appeals. You act so strangely, Herbert. Are you ill? The appeal was not granted, for the judge shook his head gravely. And that dog. He acts so queerly. ls he mad? Herbert shrank from her. You act strangely, too. Are you crazy, Herbert? You've been work- ing too hard. And that dog . . . you must get rid of that dog. Do you hear me, Herbert? You must get rid of that dog. Herbert gulped a couple of times, You don't know what you're saying Lydia, he managed to gasp. You seemed to like him a few moments ago. I refuse to stay in the same house with him, she flared. Lionel looked at Herbert, and then significantly at the door. The mar' tried to protest, but it was useless. You must choose, Lydia played her trump card confidently, between that beast and me. I will not have him acting as though he owns the place. I will not tolerate him any longer. Herbert, you must choose between that dog and your wife. The melodrama bored Lionel. He had spent a strenuous day of con- templation and was in need of rest. He fixed Herbert with a steady eye. Sl I' L I T E R A T U R E Very well, Lydia, Herbert groaned pitifully. The light of triumph in her face faded, when, for reasons that she could never know, Lionel and Herbert walked together out of the room. THE DOOR OPENS . By VERNA HERBST Seated in a circle at her feet, their eyes on jessica's gentle face, the girls listened eagerly. jessica in a perky voice rambled on in a thrilling meter . . , The way Aunt Grace fusses up the country place at Christmas time! But it is nice to dash in after a sleigh ride and see all that holly and to sit down on the hearth. She always has a big fire in the grate. Inspecting again the letter that had been lying in her lap, jessica, fired by her own enthusiasm, let her eyes dash through a few more lines, then without raising her eyes she sputtered breathlessly: That darling Horton boy is coming! Oh, Auntie is so sweet! She knew he would add just the right touch to my new blue dress. She is so thought- ful. She knows just the type of boy that becomes me the most. The girls of Fair View School would almost rather hear about jessica's Christmas plans than make their own. While she painted the picture of her large country home, the girls didn't move--they scarcely breathed. But it was always like that. jessica Hamilton was the most popular girl in school, she was the best conversationalist, she was the on-ly girl in school who had her own car, she could have anything in the world she wanted, and now she wanted the entire room to hear about her Christmas. There were no objec- tions, for on this Monday afternoon as on all Mondays the girls had assem- bled in the cozy little sitting room for no other purpose than to listen to her. It was of no little annoyance to her when the door flung open, pulling after it Nancy Roberts. Worried by jessica's look of disapproval yet feeling the importance and excitement of what she had to say, Nancy tried to disregard that look-a very brave thing for her to do, she felt. Not many girls went around disregarding jessica's disapproving looks. A little frightened, yet de- termined that they should hear her, Nancy squealed out between healthy young giggles: The most funniest girl, I . . . I mean the funniest looking girl I have ever seenl Her head sorta leads her body around after it. Looks like it's 82 L I T E R A T U R E feeling around, before the rest of her follows after it. All of her clothes are hanging on her. She looks kinda like she'd just jumped in a parachute, and was wearing the parachute around to advertise the fact! She's coming up right now, and . . . and they are moving her trunk into Sixteen. With an air of There l told you so, Nancy waited for the girls' reac- tions. She didn't have long to wait, for in a chorus they sang out, A new girl. Head spokesman, jessica, remarked: Let's have a look, for after all she must pass our approval as well as Miss Bates '. ' This brought a laugh from the girls, and rising from their chairs they followed jessica through the sitting room door down the hall towards Six- teen. Stopping and raising her hand in a silencing gesture, jessica whispered: Girls, this is not the best way to do this. You all go back into the sit- ting room. Co in but leave the door open, and l'll think of some way to get her past the door. Whispering excitedly among themselves, the girls turned around and walked back to the sitting room where they waited to view the strange new spectacle. Whether fate wished to step in and save this poor creature, about to be the victim of a lot of thoughtless girls, till a further time, it is impossible to know, but just as jessica rounded the corner to pounce upon her unsus- pecting victim, the door of number Sixteen opened and Miss Bates emerged. Clinging to her arm, holding it desperately as though it were life itself, a drab little bit of humanity moved along by her side. Feeling jessicia draw back and seeing the rather amazed look on her face, Miss Bates announced: Oh, jessica dear, I was just taking the new girl through the school. l thought it would be nice to acquaint her with her new home. Without replying, jessica stood amazed at what apparently was the new girl. jessica, this is Sophie. I am sure you two will see a lot of each other, as your rooms are so near. Sophie stood clinging to Miss Bates, her limp brown hair, not wishing to attract any unnecessary attention to itself, slipped lifelessly down from the straight white line which divided her small head. This drab brown covering over her head came down and partly covered her narrow forehead. Two frightened grey eyes, encircled by large blue shadows, blinked out from be- neath too heavy eyebrows. These eyes blinked, and darted from place to W as L I T E R A T U R E place, uncertain where to rest their frightened gaze. Sophie's shaky little frame was badly in need of a covering of warm padding, for blade-like bones jutted out between her narrow shoulders and her emaciated neck. From her pale brown leather shoes to her pathetic head Sophie measured five feet three. Muttering some words of recognition to their introduction, and trying to control her mirth, jessica turned quickly and walked rapidly to the sitting room. Once inside, with the door closed, she gave way to a gushing well of laughter. The girls, seeing her laughter-stricken face and her shaking sides, leaped from their chairs anxious to learn the cause of her hilarity. Between great spurts of laughter jessica managed to give the girls enough account of Sophie's appearance to send them into gales of laughter, equalling those of her own. As Sophie entered the dining room that night for dinner, she felt the prickle of the many eyes turned towards her, staring, looking straight through her unprotected being. There welled up within her an almost over-powering desire to cry aloud. She felt like a frightened bird just about to be swallowed up by a greedy cat. lf only she could turn and run from that brightly lighted room, with dancing eyes peering forth at herl But no. She could do noth- ing, for there was Miss Bates' kindly hand motioning her into a chair next to her own. Scarcely able to move, Sophie dazedly made her way to the table and sank miserably into the chair. All of her stepmother's final words of warning rang harshly in her ears, Don't sit and miope. Talk, talkl Say something. People will think you nothing but a dunce. You make people uncomfortable in your sticky presence. They feel a desire to shake you off. Your silence presses around them, driving them away. As far back as Sophie's miserable memory could recall, phrases such as these had been hurled at her. Across from her a mouth was wagging. What was it saying? Did she think she would enjoy school? Sophie knew the wagging mouth would expect some reply. Forcing herself to speak, she told the mouth she believed she would like school-there, she had been able to say something! She told herself that maybe her stepmother had been wrong. Maybe people did want to hear what she thought and felt. Oh, yes, she guessed she would have a piece of bread. The next voice addressing her came from her right side. This voice rolled smoothly, vibrated slightly, looking in the direction of the voice, Sophie faced a very lovely girl. It was that nice 84 L I T E R A T U R E girl she had met in the hall that afternoon. Was Sophie coming to the meet- ing in the sitting room after dinner? Sophie blinked several times and almost choked in her haste to swallow the bread she was eating so that she might answer. Breathlessly Sophie said: Why-why l'd love meeting with the others after dinner. Where do I go? After Sophie had been told where the sitting room was she became si- lent. She felt that she was no longer a sharer in the conversation. lt seemed to her she would rather move around followed by her scolding step-mother than to be smothered here. She felt caged and confined. How ghastly! Here in this mocking, Smirking place she must stay while all of the world outside plunged itself headlong into the frolicking days of Christmas vacation. But she had made up her mind that although the conversations at home had never been shared with her, all of these new things were going to be. At last her first dinner came to an end. She had tried, even fought against letting herself slip within her own person. Yet the struggle was not half over. She must above all else become a part of this world. With the idea of this hope in mind, Sophie moved dejectedly down the hall. Her feet scarcely leaving the heavy plush that carpeted the floor, she half-heartedly made her way to the girl's sitting room. The door of the room was closed. As she stopped in front of the door, her head drooped slowly forward, until her chin rested on her hard and bony little chest, she swayed slightly. She couldn't do it! Co in that room and meet all of those strangers? l-ler heart was beating madly, fighting against being crushed. lt seemed to Sophie that all of the life in her body was pushing, forcing, trying to escape. Her tem- ples throbbed. Her head was bursting. That door, she must go through that door. Why were there always doors? She, Sophie, against the world of doors. Struggling, constantly struggling against that shutout feeling. Was it that this life was not hers? Could it be that she didn't belong? Why was she here? Nothing was for her, she was always shut out . . . shut out . . . As a person suddenly breaking away from the power of an awful nightmare, Sophie raised her thin hand and placed it on the strong, shiny knob-she turned it,-another door opened. Once inside the cheery little room Sophie felt almost at ease, but the groups of chattering girls seated in small circles looked very forbidding to her. The warmth of the bright wall paper only helped to emphasize the cold 85 ' L I T E R A T U R E aloof air of the girls. She realized with a pang of sadness that the girls had shared their remarks with her at dinner only because Miss Bates had been present. All of her determination to fit into this chattering group left her, and she was just turning to pass out through that dreaded door, which leered at her saying, Almost, but not quite. You thought you could pass by me and escape life! But the ghastly thing opened and Miss Bates, all warmth and smiles, entered the room. The girls hastily stood up. Sit down, girls. I just stepped in to tell you of an idea which came to me a little while ago. jessica darted forward, offered Miss Bates a chair, and seated herself on its arm. The other girls, being satisfied with jessica's last gesture, moved hurridly into seats around Miss Bates. To avoid the onslaught of the girls, Sophie melted back against the wall. Unnoticed she stood listening to Miss Bates. As you know, girls, it has always been our custom to do something for the poor at Christmas time, and this year I thought, that is, if you girls would like, we could fill baskets for them. Not waiting to hear any more, jessica haughtily announced, That is an excellent idea, but I think it would be a fine idea to elect a chairman who could appoint a committee or make arrangements, you know, a person who could guide the others in their tasks. The inevitable happened. All voices sang out, 'Yes, yes, a simply ducky idea, jessica. To jessica it was all settled. They would elect a chairman, she would be chairman. She was amazed, for from the expression in Miss Bates' eyes she could tell that it was not all settled. Girls, I would like you to think this idea over. Think who would make the best chairman, then tomorrow evening you may hold your election. Having nothing further to say, she went out. Could the world be going to end? There arose a great stir in the sitting room after Miss Bates' departure. Imagine thinking it over! Why there was no one but jessica for the job. Yet Miss Bates had actually walked out with- 86 L I T E R A T U R E out even a suggestion that jessica be chairman. Such a waste of time, chirped one of the girls, and another said in a disgusted tone, Surel The sooner jessica's elected the sooner she can get started. All of this time Sophie had said nothing. She had stood glued to the wall. Tonight even Miss Bates had noticed the dejected figure pressed against the wall. Praying for assistance from Cod to help her leave without being seen by the others, she forced her unwilling legs to move. Noiselessly she slipped out of the room. The last bell had finished ringing. Sophie closed her math book and began to prepare for the long and dreaded afternoon. The time from the three o'clock bell until time to dress for dinner would drag. lt seemed to Sophie as she walked from the room and up the stairs to her room that it had been a life-time since last night. Those dreadful feelings she had had standing there against the sitting room walll Something within her was tell- ing her she just couldn't go into that place again. As she came to the head of the stairs, she saw some girls enter the sitting room. Her mind was made up. She would seek the peace and safety of her own room. She would rath- er sit there and watch the two hands of her alarm clock have a tug of war against time, than go in a room with a group of people of which she could never be a part. She had tried, but she was different. She felt, as she closed her little door against crying, that she could never be like jessica. Everyone liked jessica. She was pretty. People never tried to close her out from them. They all wanted her to be a part of them. Imagine Sophie ever a part of any- thing. :': :': :js :': :': :'C The girls' sitting room was a great deal cheerier than Number Sixteen. Ripples of laughter slid up and down the walls. jessica was speaking rapidly. All right, if Miss Bates wants an election we'll have one. We'll make her wish she'd let us have who we wanted for chairman. l've got itg this one will get the results all right. Tonight when the election comes we'll elect Sophie! 87 L l T E R A T U R E The girls' mouths popped open, releasing quick gasps. They knew jes- sica had a plan, but they never dreamed she would think of a thing like this. A guilty conscience spoke up: But-but if the baskets aren't done nicely, why think how awful Miss Bates will feel. jessica snapped at the insignificant child ,... lt'll just serve her right. l've done beautifully every year. Why should she get fussy about an old election? No, baskets or no baskets, we'll show her what we think of her idea of elections. Think what sport it will be to see Sophie floundering under the sudden responsibility. lt was settled. The fun was about to set in. Like a pack of ravenous wolves the girls streamed out of the sitting room door and pounced upon the door of Number Sixteen. They knocked. Sophie timidly acknowledged the sudden, frightening interruption and opened the door. Her heart was torn between sinking with fright and soaring with joy when she saw that all of the girls were swarming to her room. jessica sweetly said: Sophie, we girls have just held our election. Like lead Sophie's heart sought out her shoes. They had not even both- ered to wait for her vote. Unmoved by Sophie's crushed expression, jessica raced on: All of the girls have reached a decision. You are to be chairman! Sophie had been so completely disheartened that jessica's words failed to penetrate her miserable sadness. Raising her authoritative voice jessica repeated her statement: Sophie! You are chairman! Wake up. lt'll take more than a dead head to handle all of this responsibility. Think of the honor, Sophie-YOU chairman! The little blood that had remained in her head flew against her tem- ples, sending flashes and sinking feelings all through her body. Her cheeks burned and throbbedg all in a minute her saddened numbness had burst into a happy living flame. She could make no reply, but stood propped against the door. Well, Sophie! Really if you would rather not . . . 88 L I T E R A T U R E Oh, yes, oh, I would, I-I . . . Tears were fast assembling, ready to charge, fording their way until the very holding them back caused a tight contracted feeling in her throat. I am very glad you will be our chairman, Sophie. With this statement jessica led her little flock back to the sitting room. Closing the door like a person in a daze, Sophie walked to the bed and sat down. All inside she was beating with joy. In her whole miserable life she had never been at the head of anything .... They liked her, they must like herl Didn't they want her to be their chairman? Had she at last found something to fit into rather than to cling desperately to the outside, always with that terrorized feeling that at any moment she might be forced to let loose her grip and fall far down into the depths of loneliness. All the awful lonely years of her life marched through her mind, gloating tyrants, that had held her their prisoner for so long. But now she was free. Was she to be happy as other people were? The almost forgotten tears, feeling their neglect, stormed over the walls, splashing dangerously into Sophie's lap. These tears sparkled, for they were the liquid expression of her joy. Sophie's new responsibility stimulated her into an active being. She no longer dreaded her long days. The hours rushed, carrying with them many tasks, Sophie didn't realize that so many things could be accomplished in one day. From the top floor to the basement, madly she dashed all day from morning until night. From the first the girls refused to cooperate with her, but from an un- known source there sprang up in Sophie a self-assurance which amazed her as well as the girls. She had sat down that night after election and formed her plan. At the time she scarcely realized what she was doing, but she had mastered hrself and carried out her plans. Now the baskets were finished. A few minutes before they were to be called for, Sophie went into the back room of the office, where her crisp baskets stood. She inspected each one separately. When she had looked at and fondled the last basket, she had a feeling of achievement which at first shocked her. Half talking aloud to her- self she straightened it all out. She had without any assistance from the girls carried out her assignment perfectly. Sophie had not noticed the neglect of 89 'LITERATUVR E the others, for her pleasure in her own achievements was so wonderful that the withdrawal of the others had been unnoticed by her. Suddenly she thought that Miss Bates might not like them! jessica would have had more ribbon or maybe less paper. Well she had tried. The baskets were ready. ... .U J. J. J. J. When the three o'clock bell had sounded. Sophie's heart hammered with excitement. There was to be a meeting of all of the girls. A notice on the bulletin board announced that Miss Bates would meet all of the girls right after three o'clock in the sitting room. Gathering her' books, Sophie left the study hall and walked slowly towards the girls' dormitory. l-ler baskets- could it be that something about them had displeased Miss Bates? She would soon know. When Sophie entered the room, she could tell by the number present that she was late. She sat down in a vacant chair near the window. Clearing her throat, Miss Bates addressed the group of girls: Girls the baskets have been called for and taken away. l am very sor- ry that some of you have taken the attitude which you have about these bas- ketsg l feel a lack of cooperation on your part. One person has had to do almost all of the work. lt was unfair of you to leave the whole thing to Sophie. Suddenly Sophie knew she had been right. There was something wrong with the baskets. Oh, why had she tried to handle this task? These thoughts of Sophie's were broken into by Miss Bates' voice addressing her: Sophie, l want to commend you for your work. The baskets are lovely. ln fact, they are the finest contribution Fair View School has ever made. But that is where I want to make a correction in your minds, girls. lt's not Fair View School's contribution to the poor, but Sophie's. You have done this excellently, Sophie, and I want to thank you. l certainly do appreciate your effortsf, Having delivered her message, part of which Sophie didn't understand- that about the other girls. Miss Bates smiled at Sophie, glanced coldly at the other girls, and left the room. Not having the courage to face Sophie, feeling horribly ashamed of their prank, the girls quietly slipped from the room. jessica remained. What she 90 L I T E R A T U R E 4' was about to do, she felt was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Walking over beside Sophie's chair, she almost whispered: I feel terribly wretched, Sophie. I haven't been very fair. You see all the time I have been praying you would botch the whole business. I-I am Sorry. I wouIdn't blame you in the least if you never forgave us for the nasty way we've acted, but I am going to ask anyway, if you will forgive us. You did do wonderfully, Sophie. You know, I was just wondering if maybe during vacation you might care to come up to my home with me. We have a grand time up there with sleighs and everything. Now, of course, you think it over. I'd love to have you if you would care about it. jessica put her hand on Sophie's arm. She rested it there for a minute, then she smiled and left the room. Sophie did not even stop to analyze her feelings. She couldn't. They were too jumbled. Was it a dream, or had jessica really and truly asked her to spend Christmas with her? She felt a new happiness. This whole wonder- ful joy must be her Christmas present from God! PORCELAIN AND SILVER james Ray The lad walked down the silver lane, tiptoeing on the crystal squares. He looked upon a pool and beheld his silver figure mirrored there, The air was still, save for a rustling of the ivory leaves, and the great ruby tulips stood tall and stately, tossing in the breeze. The turf was emerald that he trod upon, and every footstep worked its way into its curving greens to languish there, too soon forgotten, too soon waylaid. He sang, and his voice reechoed from the ebony trunks of ivory shades, he cried, and the crystal boughs of the hyacinth tree tinkled softly, ever quavering. He sat beside a cold little stream running upon porphyry rocks, and there he watched her making dia- monds, sparkling, tremulous, glittering, hesitant. While there he dreamed aloud of love . . . Alas, he said, what hope have I, a pale poor shimmering silver boy, to make my love adore me? How common are my silver arms, my silver lips, my silver hair! And he sang of his passion sadly in a silver voice which was clearer than the little stream making diamonds. After a little the brook looked at him, and seeing his eyes so filled with tears that they re- 91 ' L l T E R A T U R E sembled two silver pools, she murmuringly said: Why do you cry, O beau- tiful boy? suppressing a gentle smile with her foam-set handkerchief. l cry because my song is not clear. I weep because my love will have none of me. l am alone, l am helpless, and each sapphire flower weeps with me. This was his answer. Describe her to me, said the little stream, casting misty nets into the air to catch some sunlight for her diamonds. She is lovely beyond all else, he began with a sigh. Her hair is moonlight captured in amber chains. Her eyes are blue as the dragon flies who hover over the lotus ponds in China. Her lips are red as yonder coral waving at your feet, and her arms are as graceful as the ivories of the Sultan. But she is porcelain and l am silver. She is wooed by a handsome prince, and l am only a silver boy.' '... The stream wept a little, for she was a woman and knew. Then she slipped on, and left him sitting on the emerald turf. ln an hour she came to secluded glade where ruby and emerald cast red-green shadows in the sun. And there by her path sat a porcelain maiden, as beautiful as the nymphs that dwell in the sea. The little stream recognized her, and danced up quietly, busily making diamonds to shine in her hair. The maiden was writing love poetry in a silver book, and singing softly to herself. But she was not gay, for her coral lips trembled unhappily. The little stream said, What is the matter, my lovely one? and looked at her kindly. The maiden answered and her voice was as clear as Zephyr blowing on his silver flute. I am sad because my words are not clear. l sigh because my love will have none of me. l am alone, l am helpless, and each sapphire flower weeps with me. This was her reply. Describe him to me, said the little stream, brushing away a tear. 'KHe is handsome beyond all else, the porcelain maiden began with a sob. He is silver as the moonbeam, and for that reason do l wander here at night. His lips, his hair, his arms, are silver. How could I help but love him? And she fled weeping from her place. After she had gone the little brook sat silent for a time, sadly thinking, absent-mindedly making diamonds. Then she began to retrace her jeweled path, first slowly, then more quickly. ln an hour she was once more beside the silver boy, who sat with his silver head in his hands, and with his silver curls around his fingers. 92 L I T E R A T U R E I' She said softly, O silver boy, weep no more. For I have seen your love sorrowing for you. Of courage you need none but a little, since you have only to ask love of your porcelain Ioveliness, and it is yours. The boy looked at her in singing joy, crying, How beautiful is the dayg how beautiful is my love. And he took off a turquoise from his finger and gave it to the brook, kissing her lightly on the lips. Then he hastened to his Life. Sometime later the stream heard of their betrothal, the silver boy and the porcelain maiden. She sighed softly .... Years passed, but the little brook never married the sea. Instead she lived in solitude, polishing her turquoise, and making her diamonds more slowly. She dreamed no longer of her jeweled future, but only of a long dead kiss when she had first known ecstasy. For you see, she also had loved the silver boy. Poor little stream, making diamonds. . . A DREAM john Craven The fog lifted from around her, She stood A thing of mist. I looked And, as I stared, she smiled That smile struck the spark that lighted a thousand stars, I gasped in awe: And that gasp extinguished the light that illuminated that shrine. She stood- A thing of mist- And the fog fell around her. 93 F E A T U R E S ' Occasionally a bright star flashes across the skies to illuminate for a moment all that is below. Let us look now to a group ot features designed to lighten for a moment the pages of this book. , YYY V ' ' 'W L-'iq' S T U D E N T 1 ik? PANCDRAMA if-ir? 'K A S S E M B L I E S When Mrs. Rodman gave the start To Cumnock interest in the Chest She found there was a Cumnock heart Under every Cumnock vest. We all voice hope that there will be More singing done by the Cumnock glee, They chased away our blues one day, We thank you, Mrs. Trethawayl One Friday's assembly was well worth our time, For our guest was a speaker who spoke well in rhyme. Some said they couldn't remember a single Thing they liked better than A. Euwer's jingle. Mrs. Winters, the motion picture adviser, One day left us considerably wiser On matters of moviesg and such was her style She received much applause and many a smile. When lshtiopi came to sing, His Indian music made the rafters ring, His voice, his presence, acting rare, Gave us drama-excellent fare. When S. S. Myrick sailed in here And intoned in a voice so clear, With no falters, ifs, or buts- He discoursed on coconuts, When Mrs Trine recited for us, Cumnock answered in a chorus: Dear Mrs. Trine, it is definite You're 'ln Tune with the Infinite '. When Faulkner fenced with Mr. Craig, He would not any quarter beg The loser groaned and moaned with pain, Curses, l've beeen foiled again. 98 A S S E M B L l E S We've seldom heard anything finer or grander Than the speech that was given by Kay Alexanderg Few other speakers could quite reach her place In beauty and charm and in inherent grace. When Maestro Donner did begin To play upon his violin, Cumnock paid the highest honor To the mighty Maestro Donner. The fashion show of Miss MacPhail, The Cumnock ladies to regale, Was well received in splendid style, As beauty trickled down the aisle. The students all did rave and rant, Their praises of that Mr. Dant, And thereupon they did rejoice ln Miss Cummings' lovely voice. A well done assembly we quickly agree, Was given on teeth by a friend from S. C., You bury your molars, she said, with no wreath, Too little attention is paid to your teeth. A strong man with his tricks so neat Swept Cumnock solely off its feet, He tore up papers by the ream, , And abashed the football team. For her fine work it looks As if we adored our Mrs. Brooks, Our admiration will not stop, We think, dear lady, you're the top. Assemblies pleased us everyone, From the day they had begun, We look ahead another year Anticipating joy and cheer. Q 7 0 cf? 5. Z -V 'V' ge fix ' AS OTHE He is skilful with these weapons b . ut his greatest laurels come from foil' ' ing his opponents by fencing with words. His ability to dig out in front of anything on four w him well in any numb sions. heels might serve er of profes- He Of- tle and he calls him Myrtle. has a little beetle bug in a b X 5 'kv , I is we--f Q Nun u if K I , , Nair 3 Vx Q GEOS! DUT lT'5 FUN' V N9 iLzQ ' ,v 0 f 3giQg,4z1o,o,0oQ3t Aman 4f:.Qi,!fl 5 h.!i::f.:z4 E.. The accompanying picture of Snuf- fy and the Hectic and Harassed H . erpetologist aptly illust rates the evils of environment. Since that column she wrot h r The Mysterious Masked e, t ey call he ' Lady known as McGoo. Maybe the l a titude has something to clo with it. R S S E E U S The gentleman with the Phi Beta Kappa key seems to be worrying about his Greek class. This gentleman has developed a new process of growing beets with square roots. This is a mechanical drawing showing the spring which prevents anyone from keeping a good girl down. The girl opposite is such a grand and understanding person that she has become the general confessor of Cumnock. She herself has said, The Scotch in me is obstinate, and the lrish is willing to fight for it. No matter where you go, it seems, you are likely to find this couple to- gether. WW xx. - f 69: '-ki 'x IT: so P P 1-I lg gi . 11 C Q MILLS!! WE HAVLSOHWJI FIH1 SINCE VFW DCLH GOING MOUHDTLNETHER. I lOl ' S N A P S H O T S 102 MISCELLANEOUS' COMMENCEM ENT Commencement exercises will be held june eleventh at eight-thirty o'clock. The glee club will sing under the direction of Mrs. Trethaway, a harpist will supply a musical background. The speaker, by popular choice, will be Dr. Raymond C. Brooks, director of Cumnock School and College. GRADUATION ACTIVITIES Class Day exercises will be held on june tenth at eleven-thirty. A senior processional, singing by the glee club, presentation of the annual, high school class and will, class prophecy, college radio program, presentation of gift by senior classes of high school and college, tree planting and recessional will compose a charming hour. Luncheon will be served to the guests, and after- ward three school dramatic presentations will bef made. WE APPRECIATE Mrs. Brooks, for her stories, her helpfulness, and her splendid self. Miss Bromilow, Mrs. Briggs, Mrs. Trigg for interest in the Annual. Miss McPhaiI and the art department for the excellent art work. IN APPRECIATION In the name of the Faculty and Student Body I wish to express appreciation of The Annual Staff which has worked ably and willingly to produce this book. I cannot praise too much Bill Pearson, whose splendid ability, untiring effort and splendid coopera- tion were given freely. I commend Cutler Huebener, lack Baird, Della Root and Phyllis Gage for their gen- erous help and attitude. We appreciate the fine work of Witzel Studio and their representatives, of Mr. jackson and The Carl A. Bundy Quill G Press, and especially the attention, skill and zeal of Mr. Kenneth Stevener of Bryan Branden- burg Company. HELEN BRIGGS lO3 A T H L E T I C S 0 ENGRAVED IN STARS UPON THE BLACK VELVET OF THE SKY LIVES THE MIGHT OF A HERO, AS IN THE MEMORIES OF HIS FELLOWS WILL LIVE THE HERO OF THE CRIDIRON. MURAL IV The accompanying mural painfed by I-lugo Ballin appears upon 'rlme walls of Jrlwe Grilllilli Oloservafory al Los Angeles, California. Il C J ATHLETICS ' Athletics at Cumnock, while lim- ited in scope, has been proportionately complete and effective. Football oc- cupied the stellar position in Cumnock sports during the tall, with tennis and track having places on the Cumnock horizon. , , F O O T B A L L L.A.l.C. O-CUIVINOCK l8 AT C-ILIVIORE STADIUM Repeating its brilliant perform- ance of a year ago with a great deal more emphasis, the Cardinal and Cold gridsters again shellacked a heretofore potent L.A.j.C. team. The results of the game were extremely disheartening to the l.C. rooting sec- tion, inasmuch as this was the first defeat experienced by the Cubs in the entire season. The Cumnock line rendered the much-publicized running attack of the j.C. gridsters inefficient. Thompson scored the first Cumnock points in the third quarter after a sustained drive of forty yards. Anderson also tallied in the same quarter. Adding the final touch to the evening's massacre, lzzy Novack intercepted a Cub pass and ambled unmolested some thirty yards to a touchdown, increasing the score by six points and concluding the nocturnal festivities. Hodell, Phil- lips, Anderson, Thompson, and Bas- sabe played key positions well. BLACK-FOXE 7-CUMNOCK 6 AT C-ILIVIORE STADIUM Climaxing a comparatively suc- cessful season with a rousing fourth quarter rally, the Cumnock gridsters scored a last minute touchdown in their annual game with their tradi- tional rivals, the Black-Foxe cadets. The opportunity for a tie score against the strong opposition was lost by Cumnock, when the Black-Foxe quarterback, Doyle Nave, blocked the attempted conversion. Captain lVlcAndrews of the cadets scored the lO6 points for his team on a spectacular 20 yard reverse around the Cum- nock right end. Thompson, Ander- son, and Montapert combined forces and produced an eye-dazzling, hard- running, line-plunging 70 yard march to the cadet goal when the Cumnock points were scored. Captain Larry Lance, Basabe, Phillips, Thompson, lvlontapert, and Anderson closed their Cumnock football careers with magnificent performances. F O O T B A L L A 4: S.C. FROSH ZO-CUMNOCK O AT MEMORIAL COLISEUM Playing the game preliminary to the S.C.-University of lllinois varsity tilt, the freshman team of the Uni- versity of Southern California, prob- ably the strongest one in many years, inflicted a stinging defeat to a gal- lantly contending Cumnock eleven. lncidentally, the victorious team con- tained five Cumnock alumni, a fact which contributed greatly to the win- ning freshmen's success. Orville Matthews, the Oklahoma Speedster, was the outstanding figure on the field, scoring two spectacular touch- downs, aided by the superb blocking on the part of his team mates. The battle was of special interest in point of strategy, inasmuch as both teams employed the jones system of play. Those deserving honorable mention in the Cumnock ranks were Moore, Batary, Melendez, and par- ticularly Thompson. WHITTI ER O-CUMNOCK I2 Romping on toward its second vic- tory of the season, the Cumnoclc team scored a decisive triumph of l2-O at the expense of a game but outplayed Whittier Frosh. After a scoreless first half, the Cardinal and Cold assumed the upper hand, mow- ing down the opposition in order to score two smashing touchdowns. Coach Palmer gave his regulars a well deserved rest prior to the forthcom- ing L.A.l.C. game, playing the re- AT WHITTIER serves for a large portion of the en- gagement. Although the first string scored the two touchdowns, the tal- lys were made possible to a large de- gree by the efforts of the second string players, who gained yardage consistently ancl maintained a bril- liant defence. Ford Palmer was par- ticularly pleased with the perform- ances of Vail, Spraker, Goodwin, Oravante, Bassabe, and Thompson. 107 F O O T B A L L CITRUS I3-CUMNOCK O AT AZUSA Featured by the stellar field gen- eralship of Montgomery, Citrus lun- ior College gridiron representatives defeated the Cumnock Cardinal team I3-O in the initial tilt of the I935 season at Azusa. The Cumnock elev- en appeared woefully weak on pass defense, enabling Citrus to score their points via the aerial route. Coach Palmer's players gave indica- tions of a potentially strong ground attack, which developed later in the CHAFFEE O-CUMNOCK 7 AT ONTARIO For the second consecutive week the transient Cumnock eleven played on strange ground, when they trav- elled to Ontario. After their previous week's setback at the hands of Cit- rus, the members of the team wel- comed their 7-O victory over Chaffee junior College. At no time during the game was the outcome in doubt, Cumnock holding a greater advan- tage than would be indicated by the score. The deciding point of the lO8 season to be a splendid offense ma- chine. Although outscored, Cum- nock more than held its own during the major portions of the game. Batary, Moore, Pavloff, Lance, and jenkins played brilliantly for Cum- nock, while Quarterback Montgom- ery of Citrus was the spear-head of the opposition offence. A small but enthusiastic group of rooters accom- panied the team to Azusa to witness a fine exhibition of night football. game arrived when Melendez caught a punt on the Chaffee 45 yard line and flashed his way around the en- tire field of opponents to score a touchdown. Lance converted for the final tally of the game. The Indian star and Lance were well supported by Anderson, Bassabe, Nicoletti, and Pavloff, Chaffee displayed no out- standing stars, the team working as a unit. A T H L E T I C S W O M E N ' During the past year we have witnessed the beginning of organized athletic activities for the girls of Cumnock. Under the leadership of Miss Hobbs, who has worked hard, and of Miss Winans, who is herself an active participant in all sports, the girls have had regular hours of strenuous activity twice a week. Tennis, of course, is the favorite. Considerable skill has been displayed S ATHLETICS by several of the girls, among them Selma Shelley, Rosemary Brown, Eleanor McKeel, Eda Felsted, Kay Felsted, Lois Goldberg, and those who began to learn the game only this year have improved remarkably. Vol- ley ball has provided many exciting hours, and lif we are correctly in- formedl, has provided also a means of disposing of several unwanted pounds. TENNIS Because of many conflicting cur- ricular activities the annual Cumnock tennis tournament was not held this year as has been the custom hereto- fore. However, there were a great many fine tennis players who almost daily were seen practicing out on the courts. The leading player in attendance at Cumnock at the present time is joe Hunt, who is ranked second among the nation'sjunior racket lum- inaries. Hunt is a masterful, aggres- sive player and would be on the pro- verbial top of the ladder were he able to shake off the jinx Bobby Riggs holds over him. The occasion is expected in the near future. Besides Hunt, there are many peo- ple in Cumnock who, with more practice, can and will be excellent players. These students originate both in the high school and in the junior college. Some of the out- standing male racqueteers are james Ray, john Wilson, john Crav- en, Bud Small, Bill Hamilton, Pete Vail, Dean Olsen, Bill Pearson, and other more inexperienced racket wielders such as Harry Hoyt, Charles Belt, Leland Moore, and jack Mac- Donald. Included in the ranks of the wo- men players are Lindy Wenz, Ruth Moses, Verna Herbst, Selma Shelley, Lois C-oldberg. Others who play a less spectacular game practice con- sistently in order to improve their game. That tennis is a body-building and healthy game is evinced by the great interest shown in it. An afternoon seldom passes without both courts being in constant use. The courts are of especial value to the girls in the dormitory who avail themselves of every opportunity to play. lO9 PATRON IZE ool s Drive In or Pleasurable Foods Practlcal Prices 7227 Be e ly Blvd Mr and Mrs Pool Props T V ALLEN CO Manufacturing jewelers Engravers and Stationers Cups Rngs Trophies an Class An ou cements School Work Ou Spec alty 8lZ Maple TR n 33l SINCE 1880 Printers Binders Engravers PRINTERS FOR CUMNOCK 261 S Los Angeles St VAndlke 7695 It has been a pleasure to produce THE l936 CHRONICLE FOR CUMNOCK CARL A BUNDY QUILL Cr PRESS 1228 1230 South Flo er Street PRospect 0347 Los Angeles Photographers OI' CUMNOCK CHRONlCLE 2 l 1' PJWJWPL' Los Angeles Largest and Finest Studio l0ll West Se enth Street MAd son 5733 P , . -. ' if . '. 1 I 3 at 'W P - - v l - iity l McBride Printing Co. f Official t 1