Danville High School - Medley Yearbook (Danville, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 160 of the 1918 volume:

THE MEDLEY Danville High School Annual VOLUME XV Published Each Year by The Senior Class - ELLA S. BROWN Dedication ''Dux Femina Facti' To Miss Ella S. Brown As a token of our friendship, and equally of our respect and earnest admiration for her, we who are of the class of nineteen hundred and eighteen dedicate our annual 1 1 Page Two _ ... FOREWORD .. . feel that some ol us have enjoyed many things, which have heeu denied to others. It is fer the common enjoyment that we record them here. We feel that the hurry ol events has deprived them ol the sweetness, which retrospection gives. That we may all enjoy the pleasure ol that backward glance, we record them here. CJ We have striven to give you a Medley which excells those ol past years and which will he a standard worthy ol emulation in the iuture. A general increase in the cost ol materials with no corresponding increase in the price ol the hook have conspired to make the task more dihicult than in lonner years. We submit our work fer your judgment. Page Three G P. RANDLE Superintendent of Schools Our Superintendent Reforms cluster about one man. How much we admire his energy and address! How much more we admire him; or rather, respect and affection are added to admiration, when his endeavors are prompted by high conception of duty and conscientious purpose! Improvements and reforms in the Danville Schools are the handiwork of Mr. Randle. He is the conscientious worker and he has our respect and affection. He came to us experienced and enthusiastic. What he has achieved surpasses our expectations, high as they were. He has a firm hold on our hearts. We feel when he talks to us that he has our interest absolutely at heart; we feel that lie is devoting his life to his work. Those who know him intimately realize this even more. We all will leave him with regret and pride: regret at parting from so noble and true a friend, pride in his work for us and for our community. And as the years, one by one, drop their ever deepening shadow over the past, let us think of him as he spoke to us in the assembly that morning. It is not for ourselves, we who are old and gray, it is not for ourselves that we wage this war. What does it matter to our white heads if there is a Kaiser? No, it is for you that the war is waged, that you may enjoy the opportunities we have enjoyed.” Page Four Danville High School So you think I should be retired, do you? Well, these are swift-moving days! How would you like to come into being, be made over, be tinkered at, and repaired, and readjusted, and overshadowed, and annexed to, continually, and then be doomed to the scrap heap, all within thirty short trips around the sun? Pretty fast living, isn’t it? In June, thirty years ago, when some of our noted townspeople graduated with high-sounding orations in the opera house, there was no vestige of me,—unless a hope such as you express for my successor, could be called one. The lot where I stand was a tree-covered pasture adjoining the old Washington building, where the high school occupied the third story. The Seniors of that year, having little room inside, used to sit under the trees here, reviewing for their examinations. But soon afterwards workmen appeared, and my walls, extending along Seminary Street as at present, and along Pine and Gilbert Streets as far as Miss Hawkins’ room, Room 6, proudly rose to show Danville what a modern high school should be. But alas! Danville, and the high school bacillus, increased more rapidly than the imagination of my projectors had grasped, for in a few years I was found all too confining for my purpose. Again workmen came, though school was going on, and sawed and hammered, planed and plumbed, until I had attained my present ample proportions, as they thought. For a few years I sufficed, but surely a growing western city is hard to satisfy! For haven’t I been torn asunder year by year trying to keep pace with your demands? And make no mistake. While you of 1918 are insisting that I go, do not forget my years of loyal service and the many historic scenes I’ve helped to make. Great things have here been “thought of, resolved upon, and done,” and year by year I’ve housed and provided education for the flower of our youth who have gone their various ways with my image and my lessons imprinted on their hearts. They come and go, and come and go, a ceaseless tide like time’s, and it has been my privilege to be their rallying place for high resolves and earnest purposes. From my walls they go to all the paths of life, informed, invigorated, inspired to do their best. From time to time one comes again to tell us how he fares and how best to serve. Have you not heard words of ringing patriotism and loyalty to home, and town, and country, here this year? And have you not thrilled to see our cherished flag of service to human liberty that shows a star for each of us now fighting for the cause? That banner is but our color-bearer, for each of us at home is just as determined, just as earnest in doing loyal service where we stand. I say “our” for are not the Danville High School students mine as I am theirs, theirs to the uttermost, theirs to the last. So I hope you’ll not retire me without at least a kindly thought. Page Eight Page Nine W. C. BAER, A. B. Principal The Faculty There are schools all about us which can boast of a more magnificent building than ours, of more extensive grounds, and of superiority in equipment, but what one can claim a nobler faculty? We hear of its worth on all sides. Those who come from other schools tell us of it. We who know no other faculties feel that ours is the best because it could not be better. I do not say that we all appreciate this. No, I regret that some do not. We pity them in their blindness; their dwarfed capacity calls forth our sympathy. We speak continually of friendship, of its sweetness, and of the solace it brings to the weary. Where can we find a friendship nobler than that given us by these men and women, a score and five, who compose our faculty? When we tell how they encouraged us in our gloom, how, by kindly word and unselfish action, they have helped us on our way; how they have in ever)' sense been a true friend, we have but half given them their due, though power to say more is denied us. Who will say that our journey of four years has not been more pleasant, our work appreciably lighter by their devotion to our welfare? rc hear each year regret expressed by those departing, that we must leave the “old school,” the “old assembly,” and many things besides which call up pleasant memories. But what about leaving the facultv? Most of us, I am sure, can say from our hearts, that long after the building has disappeared, when long years and bitter experience have separated us from today, within our memory still will linger the remembrance of the kindliness, the devotion, the loyalty of our splendid faculty. Page Ten HELEN D. STORY, A. M. Instructor in History Monmouth College University of Illinois “Peter Rabbit” HARRIET F. ROBBINS, B. S. Instructor in Biology and Physiography Knox College University of Tennessee “0, yes! Well, well! H. F. MUNCH, B. S. Instructor in Mathematics Adrian Collego University of Chicago “That’s all right, but confound it! HELEN F. CLEVERDON, A. B. Instructor in German • Carroll College University of Chicago University of Wisconsin “Throw him out!” ELLA S. BROWN, A.B. Instructor in Latin University of Nebraska University of Illinois “Well, 1 should think!” ETNA L. ROBEY, A.B. Instructor in English Wellesley College University of Chicago “My father thinks— ” HARRY C. PIFER, A.B. Instructor in English James Milliken University Northwestern University University of Illinois University of Denver “Well, yes, pa'tic’l’y you might say— ” ESTELLE LOVE, A. B. Instructor in History DePauw University University of Illinois “That’s what my father says!” E. BLACK, A. B. Instructor in Mathematics University of Indiana Wall, yiaow, in Indiana— ” ZOE GARLOUGH, Pd. B. Instructor in Domestic Science Illinois State Normal “That makes me sick!” RUTH SANDESON, Ph. B. Instructor in History University of Chicago “You are on rather tenuous ground there. Fiske says— ” GERTRUDE PAYNE, Ph. B. Instructor in History and Mathematics DePauw University University of Chicago « What do you know about that! Oh, I think so!” JOHN WAKELEY, A. B. Instructor in English and Latin Wabash College “Loosen up, now! Little pep!” RUTH LEWMAN, A. B. Instructor in English and French James Milliken University “It 8 a regular mess!” ALMA STOCKER, Pd. B. Instructor in Commercial Subjects Illinois State Normal “Take this dictation—!” FRANCES PEARSON MEEKS, Pd. M., A. M. Instructor in English and Teachers’ Training Michigan State Normal Illinois Wesleyan Cornell University University of Chicago University of Illinois “There's a reason!” MARY M. McINTIRE, A. B. Instructor in Latin University of Illinois “Let’s pay attention now!” DAN LEWIS, Pd. B. Head of Commercial Department Missouri State Normal University of Wisconsin “Not that I’m saying anything against the Academic side of the school!” FAY RUTH MILLER, A. B. Instructor in German DcPauw University Leland Stanford University “IVeiter, bitte!” FRED T. HART, B. S. Instructor in Science Purdue University “Hurrah for Old Pur dunk !yy MADGE K. GUNDY, A. B. Instructor in English University of Illinois “The following report in Room 12 after school!” HERMAN COOPER, Pd. B. Instructor in Manual Training Eastern Illinois State Normal ___________________ LUCY LEWIS, A. B. Instructor in Mathematics University of Illinois “For hind's sake—!”' Page Seventeen in -FRANCE WfVTT Invocation Lord God of Hosts, the nations’ peace, In this great time of need we cry: “Great God, give us the victory, And from this pall of war release.” But as it seems—and if it be, That thy great hand of Destiny Thou stay’st, that we may see Thine own eternal omnipotence, Help us to learn humility, And come to thee in penitence. Great God of might, we are the right, For as on Christ’s side the Freedom stains Did well atone, Our red blood this altar claims— To make us one. Sweet Christ who died upon the tree, That ALL might live in liberty, Today we ask thy aid divine, Thy bounteous mercy—the blessed sign Of thy good will and charity. Dwight Muncie. Tlie Resp onse Woden and his gods of the North have defied and mocked our Christ. The German Kaiser has challenged our ideal of government, has threatened our hopes for humanity, for peace and justice in every land; and hence has menaced our existence, for in these we have our life. And we are at war— Woden against Christ—past against future—Wilhelm against our cherished ideals—we are at war and the battle rages tempestuously and thousands die and thousands mourn and the end is not yet. A monster has risen out of the Black Forest, even as the Annedoti came to the Babylonians, to warn us of the intolerable horror of the materialism which was seizing upon us. The Annedoti were terrible, hideous in aspect, and monstrous in form, but they were wise and their counsel was the inspiration of Babylon. The “beautiful blond beast” is terrible, too, and he has sounded his warning. He is wise, too, in his phlegmatic, methodical way, for he has taken advantage of the weakness of our individualism. He has sounded his warning. Let us heed. This super-beast must be put down! Materialism must not prevail! Spirituality, individual liberty, peace and mercy and all that is higher, must triumph! We are at war. We fight for what is sacred to us. We are at war and the battle continues unabated and the slain multiply and the mourners are unnumbered, and still the end is not. The reveille of the ages has sounded. The vista exposed by the glimmerings of dawn is glorious beyond conception. The reveille has sounded and we are awakening and the mists of the ages are falling from our eyes. The reveille! We have made, we are making, the response. John Spearman. Page Nineteen “Honor Roll” Donald Andrews Warren K. Albert Bernai'd Austin Lieut. Russel Austin Eugene Blairy Earl Baker Sergt. Joe Babcock Sergt. Walker Bell Oswald Becker Lewis Bishop Eugene Boudinot Sergt. Bion Brown Dorwin Brown Capt. Owen Burns Lieut. G. W. Bushong Earl R. Brown Walter Blankenburg Fred Blankenburg Mildred Bullock Clarence Bloomfield Ben Beyer Russell Beggs Donald Beyer Dale Boswell Gordon Bullock Harry Cameron Lieut. Frank Collard Lieut. Donald Cranston Lloyd Cartwright Harry Carson Van Liew Chapman Lieut. Horace Cushman Lieut. Paul Cottingham Lieut. Charles Church Lieut. Everett Craft Leslie Comrie Harry Crowder Carl Cooper Irving Cohn Raymond E. Davis Norman Dale Lieut. Byron Dague Harry DeMoss Ford Dwiggins Carl Douglas Lieut. E. B. Downs Roscoe Davies Lieut. Fred Davis Reynold Ehlers Capt. C. C. Ellison Connel English Hobart Evans Wilbur Foster Howard Foster Lowell Fairchild Pearl Flemming Roy Fox Ray Fox Paul Fowler Lowell Fairchild Gilbert Frankeberger Lawrence Fairhall Lieut. Elmer Furow Kline Gray Howard Gass (deceased) Lieut. Martin Gass Lieut. Floyd GoflF Capt. Joseph Gohn John Garriot Louis Glascock Corp. Robert Griffith Howard Griffith Cloyd George James Gillison Wm. B. Halbert Van Harper James Hemphill Corp. Hazlett Hahn Harry Hartshorn William Hartshorn Lieut. Melvin Hole Kenneth Holmes Lieut. Harry Hosford Kendall Ilooton Sergt. Frank Hickman Russell Rill Ben Henderson Lieut. Wallace Hixon Frank Hickman Clarence Henderson Charles Howard Emon Hawkins Page Twenty “Honor Adlie Isaacson William James Capt. Harold Jackson Capt. Ralph Jones Capt. W. Bert Jones Ensign Donald Johns Raymond Kieran Fred King Frank King Eugene Lamm Corp. Clifford Lewis Omar Lee Sergt. Edward Lesch Joe Linck Sergt. Edwin Lesley David Lotzenheiser Harry May Roy Miller Capt. Allan McFarland Maj. Fletcher McFarland Alan McDonald Ronald McDonald Herbert McCusker Lieut. Leo McCusker Lester Medaris Lieut. Edwin McCord Corp. Leo McGee Clifford McArthur Clarence McCord Clark Moore Col. George Moore Harold Moore “Jake” Miller Paul Miliken Fieldon McQuitty Raymond Mick Alfred Natho Alva K. Nelson Ivan Nichols Louis Natho Arthur North Stanlty Olmsted Paul Oetzel Bruce Peters Lieut. Caspar Platt Jack Palmer Harry Parker Lieut. N. N. Pearson Clyde Russell Hudson Robbins Herman Roy Walter Reilly Lieut. Earl Ross Harry Reed Sergt. Earl Rumbaugh Richard Satterlee Corp. Harry Skadden Lieut. Fred Sackett Paul Saunders Hubert Shutts Ernest Strawbridge Wellington Spangler Litut. Donald Swaim Tony Scoles Ralph Schecter Kenneth Scott Raymond Southworth Fred Shawhan Capt. Will Shedd Orville Shelato Clyde Schneider Charles Schneider Gustav Schneider Herman Tengen Mac Taylor Capt. Tuggle Loren Taylor Roy H. Taylor Martin White Dale Watt Francis Webber Jewell Whyte Lieut. Bicknell Woodbury Lieut. Homer Wick Clifford Webb Matthew Wiseman Harry Williams Horace Westman George Webb Joseph Webb Ernest Wintrowd Lieut. Ralph Yeager fit It Page Twenty-one The Junior Red. Cross Danville High School is not lacking in the spirit of service and sacrifice that so dominates our city. With the entry of America in the World War, every one began to ponder and wonder how the High School could do her share. Miss Miller, who is always to the fore with good ideas, solved the question. One Thursday morning in the Fall of 1917, she brought the plan of a Junior Red Cross to the seven hundred-some pupils. The idea was eagerly and gratefully received. To become a member one must pay twenty-five cents, or offer service, or if he wishes, give both. The slogan was: “A 100 per cent Junior Red Cross!” It is needless to say, that before a week had passed, Danville High School was a 100 per cent Chapter of the Red Cross. Service had been willingly proffered, but what were the duties to be? Soon a Surgical Dressings Class was organized. The girls have been meeting in the library basement every Tuesday since then, and by March the twentieth they had made over a thousand dressings for the wounded heroes at the front. The boys made the boxes in which to ship them. The girls have sewed many garments for the suffering war-stricken of Belgium and France, and knitting for our soldiers has become a part of their daily routine. At Christmas the members of the Junior Red Cross sold seals which netted $100 for the tuberculosis fund. It is with pride that the Medley announces Danville High School the founder of the Junior Red Cross. Many schools throughout the country have followed her example. Let us not grow lax in the noble work begun, but let us push our endeavors more earnestly and vigorously! Madeline Lawrence. Thrift Stamps or Hell! Utopia and Hell, as Roosevelt so aptly put it, are the two alternatives left us by this war. We are directly responsible for the momentous decision that shall determine which one of these conditions our country and the world shall exist under in the future. Great strides have been taken toward the attainment of both these ends; for the former, by the Allies, and for the latter, by our enemies. One of the greatest contributions to the former, in which both opulent and proletarian classes have participated, is the purchase of liberty bonds, war-saving stamps, and thrift stamps. It is unnecessary to go in detail concerning the system, for you should already be well acquainted with it. Ever ready to lead the school into higher ideals of duty and citizenship, Mr. Baer, on the morning of February 28, explained the thrift system from the assembly platform, and urged the student-Page Twenty-two body to make definite plans for the purchase of these stamps in the near future. For two succeeding Thursdays the teachers in each of the first-hour classes propounded, with infinite detail, the advantages of them as an investment and as a patriotic duty. A number had already purchased, and those who had not were urged to invest. Then, Friday, March 15, the office took up the sale of thrift stamps in the school, and the lower office has kept a supply on hand ever since. True to the spirit of D. H. S., her students responded loyally to this call of patriotism. Over 500 thrift stamps and 100 war saving stamps have been sold in the school. Individuals have not been the only purchasers, for many first-hour classes have organized clubs and invested collectively. The Girls Club purchased $150 worth, making a total of nearly $900 for the whole school up to this time, and the sale goes steadily on. Opportunity stands before us, as Fabius, in the days of ancient Rome, stood before the Carthaginians, and extends to us a corner of his toga, saying, “I carry here victory and defeat—Democracy and Autocracy. Choose, ye of America, which ye shall have. Your answer will be judged by your sacrifices for the sake of your country, and your willingness to labor for its attainment by the extent of your sacrifices. Which is your choice? Q. Guy Burris, 19. Tke Class in Agriculture This year, the school, deeming it a patriotic duty, as well as being beneficial to the boys themselves, introduced a course in agriculture for boys over 16 years of age. The work is under the supervision of the government, and that in itself makes it a safe proposition for the boys. To be enrolled in this class, one must belong to the U. S. Boys Working Reserve. The class was begun about a week after the start of the new semester because of delay in receiving the lessons, and in obtaining a teacher. Mr. Flannigan, assistant manual training teacher, finally consented to take the responsibility. He knows a great deal about practical agriculture, and that is what is wanted in this course. It is only to last three months—that is, up to the first of May, at which time those who are passing in class will be given their credits in other subjects and allowed to begin the required three months on the farm before receiving the credit in Agriculture. As stated above, the course is practical. The different lessons are devoted to such as these: “The Care and Feeding of Horses, “Milking, “Preparing the Seed Bed, “Harnessing a Horse, etc. The knowledge obtained in these lessons is necessary to any city boy going to a farm to work, and to make it more within the boys’ grasp, trips to the harness shop and farm implement store, have been arranged. Also, there have been talks by retired farmers, and other men who know a great deal about what is needed in the class. In this way, it is hoped that the boys will get the practical knowledge needed to start them on their three months’ farm work. The positions on farms for the boys are to be arranged by the County Commissioner, Mr. Telling, although they may work where they please if they can find positions they would rather have. Page Tiventy-three aOver There” Over There—the embodiment of all the hor rors of this age, a dread, unnameable terror, the ghastly shadow of oppression, of rebellion, of forced abdication of internal dissension, of the fall of nations; a hellish, raging inferno, the like of which Dante, with all his unique inventiveness, was never able to conceive, shot by the rays of searchlights, torn by ghastly, gaping shell-holes, and utterly devastated and ruined by hostile armies. A region where Death and Destruction stalk abroad, above, and beneath, and from which there rises an indescribable medley of sounds—the ceaseless buzzing of aeroplanes, those giant vultures of the air, the incessant booming of cannon, the nervous chatter of machine guns, the shrill, droning scream of the shells as they pass on their paths of murder and demolition, the sound that signals the beginning of a gas attack, and the never-ending cries and groans of the wounded and dying, all of which combine into such unutterable woe that it seems it must strike at the very gate of Heaven, and summon Omnipotence to quell it. But Over There—are other sounds than those of horror, and other rays than those of the searchlights’ shifting gleam. “The sacred call of ‘Friend’ ” was answered when General Pershing, standing at the tomb of our friend of Revolutionary days, said, “Lafayette, we have come,” and a greater than Lafayette has said, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend.” And seintillant of the spirit of liberty and the determination of success, are the rays of hope generated by the bleeding sacrifice and bull-dog tenacity of England, France, and Belgium, and widened and intensified by the entrance of our own United States into this titanic struggle. And here is our particular interest in Over There. Every community and organization of the country is repiesented over there, and Danville High School has sent forth upon this holy mission a goodly number of her noblest sons. On the south wall of the Assembly, one hundred eighty-seven stars represent one hundred eighty-seven lives ready to be offered. Surely, with such mighty armies, moved to avenge the hideous atrocities of autocracy rampant, we cannot but be victorious. Despite the overhanging war cloud, with the American people standing back of those who have gone, we are justified in repeating the words of the immortal Lincoln, when he said, “Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war shall speedily depart from us,” and in its stead shall reign a period wherein peace shall be dominant, and nation shall not rise up against nation, and men will be permitted to pursue, without strife, the occupations symbolical of peace and contentment. q quy Burris ’19. Page Twenty-four Page Twenty-five Funk Miss Louis Tensren Callais McLean Funk Dye Atkedarian Literary Societvj The purposes of the Athedarian Society are quite different from that of any other organization in the school. They have no contests with other schools as do the Wranglers, and the Glee Club, and the Athletic Association, but are quite exclusive, and entertain only themselves and D. H. S. with their shows. The Thursday mornings upon which the Athedarians give the assembly a little taste of stage life are always welcomed. To see one fellow student declaring a passionate avowal of love for another is a great treat. A surprising amount of talent and ability is found too, and this organization de-velops it . The big event in the life of all Athedarians is the big Spring Play. A big play is chosen, and everybody tries out for parts. The best actors are chosen, and the lucky ones (or unlucky ones, ac-cording to the way you look at it) begin to work up their respective characters. This is the only entertainment given by the Athedarians to which the general public is invited. Last year you will remember “Joy” was given, before that “The Piper,” and before that some of Shakespeare’s plays. They have always been a success as far as acting is concerned, for the students have always put their whole heart into the work. V D. H. S. would miss the Athedarians greatly, for they are the fun-makers of the school, creating in the wake of their clever plays, laughter and high-spirits. Page Twenty-six Our Aim This year we have tried to make the literary department of The Medley worthy of its name. By that we do not mean that it is to be compared with the works of the masters. Neither are all of the good writers of the school represented. But we do believe that the selections here are as near the standard of literary excellence as could be obtained from high school pupils. The usual collection of two or three stories has been varied by an oration, some sketches, poetry, and an essay on Democracy which, in the years to come, when the world war is only a memory in the minds of the oldest inhabitants, may make interesting reading for our grandchildren. , “We March ! We March! To Victory!” What is democracy? Why is it so exalted, so valuable, so ennobling as to make it worth the sacrifice of millions of lives? Lincoln said, “It is a government of the people, by the people, and for the people.” Webster said, “It is a government in which the supreme power is directly exercised by the people.” Altho we are the first people to adopt democracy permanently, it is as old as mankind. W’hen the world was first made from infinite nothing, man was given dominion over it all; but he fell before the designs of creation were carried out. And as he fell,—the victim of evil treachery, so have the innumerable hordes of the earth fallen and been conquered and forced into submission by cruel tyrants. History’s record contains incidents of glory and heroism and the slow, sure rise of democracy and civ-iilzation, but it also contains the many periods of tyranny, oppression, wars waged for lust and mad ambitions, of millions slain in the defense of right. So history proceeds ; so democracy struggles, sometimes in the light and sometimes in the oblivion of merciless oppression; so liberty ebbs and flows, like the restless waters of a mighty and untiring ocean; advancing, only to be broken and beaten back by the shoals and the rocks of tyranny. Democracy is now, as it has been for all ages, in danger of being crushed. The first records of kings mention them as making war upon each other. Wherever a monarchy has existed there has developed a lust for conquest and power. Thru the long ages of antiquity wars have been made upon unoffending peoples by brutal and ambitious monarchs. Modern history contains the same black re- Page Twenty-seven cords. Autocracy, or rules of brute force, has ruined nations and wrecked empires. It has devastated fertile and fruitful countries. It has led multitudes of brave men to destruction. It has left millions of people suffering in the throes of agony and death. It stands before the potent tribunal of public opinion as convicted of the blackest crimes in history. Democracy has much to its credit. When the Pilgrims, unable to endure longer the penalties of a tyrant king, came to the New World and founded a free colony open to all, they were the real pioneers of democracy. Weary of autocratic rule, they came to these shores to establish a more democratic government, free from the persecutions of a self-glorified ruler. But democracy was not so easily established. The pernicious influence of autocracy reached across the Atlantic; but the newly formed colony refused to longer bow to the behests of a distant ruler, declared that equality and liberty were the birthrights of all men, and prepared to fight in defense of their rights. After eight long years of bitter struggle, altho matched against the most powerful nation on the earth, who boasted jurisdiction in every quarter of the globe, they defeated their oppressors and were left to enjoy their richly deserved peace. Then it was that the long, broad avenue of human possibilities was opened and democracy was given its greatest advance. The fate of democracy is at stake. If the Central Powers should be victorious, it will have received its death blow, the uncounted centuries of progress will count as naught, and the heroes and martyrs of civilization will have lived and died in vain. The opposition to democracy has never been as powerful as now. Autocracy has challenged civilization. The crowned heads of Central Europe have turned loose the engines of destruction until the land has become a vast area of ruin. They have recognized the onward march of democracy and for years have been preparing to meet it; and today the whole world stands aghast at their deeds. They have upset the whole structure of civilization. In their thirst for increased power, for empire supremacy, for territorial acquisitions, they have defied the combined forces of democracy; and we, as a nation with the allied enemies of Germanic autocracy, are fighting for humanity, for the world’s freedom from the divine rights of kings, fighting for democracy and human liberation, and when the war clouds are rolled away and the mightiest of human struggles is over, Heaven grant that civilization shall witness the downfall of autocracy and the greatest epoch in history; the making of the world “safe for democracy.” J. Kieran. Page Twenty-eight Divinity The moon is sunk in starry slumber, The soft, soft wind sighs a lullaby; The guardian stars, in countless number, Choir their praise to Him on high. The mists arise in fairy splendor, Slowly low’rs the cradle white; Night’s dark mantle folds around her, All is faded from our sight. Phaeton’s fire, and Dawn’s cool breath, Commingling—bursts a jeweled veil. ’Tis Morning! born of Evening’s death, That cries eternally, “All Hail!” Infinity, thy boundless vast, Is not for dwindling dust’s surmise, Thine endless future, thy pastless past! Let us worship and be wise. J. D. Muncie. “Eyes” When I was “little,” and used to read in exciting novels about the dreamy, langorous light which shone from underneath the heroine’s eyelids, or how the hero’s eyes glittered with a stern, death-defying look, I could never see such looks in real life. But now, since I am grown up—(is it?) or have seen more of life—(don’t laugh) or—there is a difference, anyway—I can look into people’s eyes and see and feel all things. Did you ever look into a baby’s round, blue eyes and feel the content, the sunshine mirrored there? I have. I have felt the glance of cold, gray eyes upon me, cold as steel on a winter’s night, as hard and unbending as the rocks, a glance which chilled and chilled, and numbed, and froze. Then there are the shining, twinkling eyes of a merry Irishman. They may be large or small, and of any color whatever. But how they make your heart expand, glow, and be glad again! I know a pair of beautiful eyes, so large, so brown, shimmering with a subdued light. I looked-into them and felt the soothing sense of being bathed in liquid radiance. “Ah! the beautiful soul of her!” I whispered. But one day I heard her talking loudly of the taxi-driver who had taken her out the night before—“And, kid, he says to me-----and I answers him back just like that, and says-” Dying eyes are horrible. They are wide open; they stare; and yet they are blank, unseeing, sickening, awful! We do not see them often—no! We should go mad if we did. I know a pair of the sweetest eyes! those of a girl who first was trustful; then she suffered, she doubted; for years she suffered and doubted everything. Then she fell in love. In the days of doubt the blue eyes, gray then, were cold, suspicious, hard, the eyelids compressed, the eyes never fully opened. One day she gazed, unobserved, at her beloved. The wide, blue eyes looked steadily; misty they were, full of a soft, luminous light; trustful they were, full of the innocence, the fresh hopes of childhood. And I know that this life was born again. Eyes!—they tell the story. Edna K. Sackett. Page Twenty-nine And Then He Thought He had lost his last cent; he was alone. There were two courses—he could return to Nome and telegraph for more funds and leave from thence for the States, or he could risk the silent North a while longer. Not long did he deliberate, for what did Civilization offer him? More disappointments, perhaps, and unhappiness. Yes, it would be better to brave solitude, the solitude that places one beyond the reach of wily minds and plotting humans, the solitude that knows no urging, no commanding, no threatening—unless it be Conscience. And Thomas Bagdad declared himself possessed of that vague quality (if I may call it such) only to a scant degree. So it happened that Thomas Bagdad of Boston Common and Boston Millionaires, bested in love and the deplorable state that follows, set out from Arscove, Alaska, for the murky peaks that were silhouetted against a threatening sky. To make his solitude complete, he took with him a native guide, who spoke a language entirely unknown to him, and he one of the best language “sharks” that Harvard boasted. Morever, this guide was a true child of the North; the brooding, ominous silence and the significant vastitude was reflected in the unquestioning, unanswering eye, and the never-varying, stealthy gait. Four dogs, a long sledge, enough provisions to last a couple weeks, completed the outfit. It was, as I have mentioned, an ugly glowering, threatening day. Thick, silent clouds cast their gloomy, heavy shade upon the white-crusted earth. A slight, swishing wind, a token of what was to come, picked a few snowflakes from their beds and whirled them into the brisk air with a gay madness. The dogs sniffed knowingly and whimpered piteously; the guide shook his shaggy head, but Bagdad gave the reckless laugh of the desperate and was off. In his dealings with the men of Arscove, Bagdad had lost even his watch, a precious heirloom. So he reckoned that three days of his adventure were gone, when only twenty-four hours had passed. As night fell there was such a slight change in the eternal gloom, that it was imperceptible that the earth had started on another rotation. For two days all went well; they stopped only for food and then were again on their way. When the third day came Thomas Bagdad began to grow restless. He no longer sat listlessly upon the sled. The eternal squeaking of the sledge runners upon the crusted snow worried him. The measured monotony of the merciless creaking and rusty grating of his companion’s heavy snow-shoes upon the packed snow caused him to twitch nervously and at times to cry out as if in pain. So Bagdad walked awhile, rode awhile, and stopped frequently to scold his hapless dogs. The spirit that had developed in civilization, midst turmoil and action, could endure the oppressing silence no longer. It was the fourth day when he turned the sledge around and the faithful dogs retraced their steps with renewed vigor. On and on sped the dogs, as if fleeing from a dreadful scene of fright. The wind grew bolder and stronger. It no longer merely twirled the particles from the ground, but whirled them from a snow cloud in the sky with violent fury. Stronger and stronger it roared; the air became heavier, denser, and colder. The dogs, as if to escape the furious path, turned this way, and staggered that way. Bagdad looked for Paoda. Within the few feet that his blinded sight could penetrate, he was not to be seen. In sheer frenzy Bagdad clung to the hurling sledge. Twice, three times, it was turned over with terrific force, yet he hung on. For over an hour, he hung there more mad than sane. The whining of his dogs grew feebler and feebler, and finally ceased. The sledge stopped. His weakened Page Thirty voice called to the dogs, but there came no answering whine. With a great effort he tore his hands from their frozen iron grasp on the side of the sled, and stumbled toward the dogs. They were immobile. Without a cry, Thomas staggered onward, or rather dragged himself through the heavy space. He was thoroughly blinded now and groped with the clutching fierceness of the newly-blinded at the dense air. How long he groped and strove thus I know not, neither do I know how many times he fell and rose again. With the desperate strength of the hopeless in a last effort he struggled on and on until his clutching hands struck something hard. “A snow bank,” he gasped, and pushed as vigorously against it as his failing strength allowed. It did not give way! With wild and flashing hope he pushed his feeble body against the compact wall and moved along the surface for some distance. Then suddenly the wall ended. All hope died. He fell in the snow and with the last struggle he groped about in the drifts on hands and knees. Then, all at once he found himself on dry, frozen ground. When he attempted to rise he struck his head with a thud that prostrated him for many moments. When he regained consciousness he crawled on and on. So slight was his strength, and so cautiously did he proceed, that it seemed he dragged himself for hours over jagged rocks and against obstructing walls. Slowly his sight returned and he found himself in a cave. Then Thomas Bagdad sat down and thought. He thought not about his predicament, not about the storm, but about Boston, the very place he had sworn to forget. He thought about Alice and Alice’s father. Of course Alice was stubborn and it was all her fault. Perhaps it was a good thing after all that he didn’t marry her. She might be too much like her father. She could not expect him to ask her father’s consent for anything. Why he (her father) was a deadly enemy to the very name Bagdad. And after all the epithets that he had hurled at the late Thomas Bagdad, Sr., in the directors’ meeting. Thomas, Jr., could never meet him with a question. Anyway, Alice was twenty and could do as she pleased. After this wild ramble of thoughts he started to reconsider. Now, perhaps, he ought not mix love with business difficulties. And surely it was only proper that he ask her but—there was his pride. And to think that this had led him to an ice-bound cave in Alaska. He had one good perspective of himself. Then he declared, and he meant it, too, “I’ll go back and ask him.” But that was too easily said, for without the storm still raged. He lay down and slept from fatigue. When he awoke he crawled out through the narrow, jagged passage and looked about him. The old threatening, ominous silence held sway again. Bagdad did not know where he was, nor which way to turn so he just wandered aimlessly through the snow until picked up by a rescue party from Ars-cove. He went immediately to Nome, from whence he hastened to Boston to ask Alice’s father. Madeline Lawrence, ’18. Page Th irty-one Orpheus In Elysium doth dwell A wild minstrel Whose lay doth grandly swell To earthly deeds, or good or fell. He plays a never-ending melody That resounds through all the ages; To some a solemn thernody, The mellifluence of life's last pages. The Modern Woman We hear much today about the “modern woman, and feminism. That woman's position, socially, politically, and industrially, has changed radically in the last hundred years, no one can deny. One may read hundreds of books on this side of the subject. Old people bemoan the lack of modesty and common sense in the young girls of today. Nevertheless, a good woman holds the same inspirational position she did when Solomon reigned in Oriental splendor over Israel, and a pretty face hiding a rattlepate was not unknown then. “As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman who is without discretion, said Solomon. Evidently, he must have known some of the species. Although higher education and freedom for women may have made some of the “fair ones without discretion “turn from the business of home-making to that of a “career —of vaudeville singer at “twenty-five per, in the main it has been the means of the invention of the carpet-sweeper, vacuum cleaner, cooking classes in the high schools, and patent dish-washers. Speaking to King Lemuel about “the virtuous woman, whose price is far above rubies, his mother says, “She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. — Systematic management. “She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. —Education plus Love. “She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. —Philanthropy. “Beauty is vain, but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. —Religion. “She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. —Attractive dress. “Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. — You see the husband had risen into public notice because of his wife, this model woman of the days of King Solomon. Today, how many prominent men openly acknowledge their success to be due to an ambitious, faithful wife, “the power behind the throne. These characteristics of an attractive woman cannot be improved upon by the wisest today; and after you have studied her in all of her new lines of activity, point out one difference between the ideal modern woman of today and the ‘“virtuous woman described by King Lemuel's mother. Edna K. Sackett. Page Thirty-two AN UGLY WEED Bloomed a tender, little flower Beneath a shady, leafy bower, An ugly, worthless weed. All mankind smiled on that flower, The whole world scorned its humble bower, The homely, worthless weed. Unheeded shed the weed a tear, And ask itself in trembling fear, “Has God of me no need?” “For in truth it seems not so, As in scorn by me men go, Or take of me no heed. “But I will meek and patient be, And wait in faith and trust to see If God of me has need.” Fairer the bloom each day became; The other remained indeed the same, A scorned, useless weed. Still smiled man upon the flower; Still spurned he its guardian bower, Or cursed its every seed. A fearful gale arose one night, And humbled man in fawning fright, A gale by God decreed. Begged the flower in fear for aid; To its cry no heed was paid. The outcast heard it plead. “I’ll protect my helpless ward; Its gentle soul I’ll staunchly guard, To do one worthy deed. “O’er it I’ll stretch my verdant arm To spare it every pain and harm,” Quoth the worthless weed. The wind rushed in triumphant wrath, Hewing through fields stark ruin’s path, And smote the useless weed. The guardsman bent before the storm; Its form was crushed, and rent, and torn, Its very soul ableed. A grateful prayer the bloom whispered; Save by Him alone it was unheard, Who never fails to heed. A beauteous flower in the morn’s first light, As away with the guard’s soul stole the night; Lost a friend indeed. Bloomed the weed at the sun’s next rise An Angel’s flower in Paradise, From its earthly shackles freed. In Heaven it grew beneath God’s eyes, Loved by all, by none despised, No more a worthless weed. Still does bloom the little flower, And forgotten is its hated bower; But of it God had need. John Speakman. Treasure Trove Of course you never thought this country around here would furnish a setting for a story! Well, it will! I have in mind right now a spot which furnishes all the requisites for a most charming one. In daylight, this spot presents to view a great valley, a giant cup bordered with the softly blended harmonies of autumn. The handle to this monster vessel is the sparkling curve of a river, scarcely discernible in the rear. Now away with modern love scenes—don’t you ever dream? Far| far on one side of the cup stands an old Dutch house looking somberly down—the home of the most beautiful girl. At night the moon is radiant, and silently this valley clothes herself in a rising robe of soft, shimmering mist. Such nights, such surroundings are surely meant for none but lovers. What wonder then, that the best young man, who lives beyond the handle, will go to call on the most beautiful girl, and maybe go for a walk with her to the big boulder down by the river! And last of all is the little white church with its pines and graveyard, where everything always comes out right and they live happy everafter. Isn’t that a delightful setting for a rural romance? Why, I almost believe I’ll write one! Page Thirty-four Dwight Muncie. The Paths of Glonj “On to glory!” shouts the brave major. “And to the grave,” respond the weary, but undaunted men. Where has the glory and heroism of the flashing armour and gleaming spear departed? They tell us that science has crushed the glamour and individualism of battle. They say that the expert skill of men has in turn made them but blinded tools. But this cannot be. We need but review the contests when man has defended his priceless treasure, Liberty, against thieves and destroyers— those thieves, Greed and Lust; those destroyers, Power and War. We need but see the glory man added unto himself and compare it with today. Then we will comprehend the solution of such a question—“Is glory no more?” Come back with me to old Phoenicia, back to the terraced hills of Sidon. See the temples gleaming white against the shimmering gray-green of the olive groves. All is peace and quiet, for Liberty is theirs. But suddenly, tall, many-tiered ships appear plowing the placid waves with their bronze prows. The Sidonians close their gates and soon the clash of arms resounds above the mingled tumult. Some buckle a gleaming shield upon the left arm, and with the right hand grasp a long spear. Others mount the high citadels. For days the mighty warrior hurls fire and weapons against the battlements. For days the brave Sidonian throws effective missiles from his walls, but at last the battered gates totter. The enemy rushes in—rushes in upon a charred and ruined mass. The once fruitful groves seeth with smoke; the white columns lie broken and blackened. The life of the city had fled. The brave defenders kept in death what they could not hold in life—Liberty. And they had gained glory, but their glory went up in the flames and the smoke. The decaying walls of Grecian temples bear the inscriptions of the heroes of the past—heroes who stand with mighty spears and ornamented shields in hand, ready for defense. It takes us to another page in history. On the plains of Thermopyle is young Leonidas, brave, defiant. Again and again each man hurls himself against the outnumbering enemy. With each attack vigor is strengthened; with each attack spear thrusts prove truer. Each man fights a separate, brilliant battle for his beloved Athens. The picture changes; through the streets of Athens pass the heroes of the city. Garlands of laurel crown their brows. With heart and head and hand each had saved his country in a glorious fight. With the years the beplumed knights rode across the desert lands with their shining banners— a perfect cloud-burst of splendor! How different from the weary, be-grimed, hungry hosts in gray and khaki that entered Jerusalem in 1917! With a pageant of scarlet and gold, Joan of Arc stormed Orleans. What a contrast to the drenched, half-starved forces that fell at Verdun! Yes, the dawn of the twentieth century brought the query: “Glory and Heroism, where art Page Thirty-five thou?” Had science meant the death of glorious hosts and splendid victory? There came the answer—the war of the Nations! ( If Tennyson sang so loudly of the shells that burst from the Little Revenge and of the ninety dead within her hold, what would he say of the battle of Jutland where might was pitted against might and the sea was a veritable eruption of fire? Surely, Byron’s eloquence could not meet “the battle’s stern array of today,” if he could see the battle lines stretched from ocean to ocean for hundreds of miles; if he could see the monstrous fleets that hover on the sea, under the sea, and over the sea; if he could see night turned into day by the incessant flash of immense guns; if he could see the blinking lights of the aeroplanes and the bursting shells mingle with and disappear with the stars of the heavens. How would he express the withering, whizzing of the machine guns, the deafening boom of the mortar, the eternal whir of the planes in the sky above? It is the modern scene of battR It is beyond the words of man. But, on the other hand, could a poet see glory through the eyes of the gunner who stands on some perilous outpost in the gloom that is relieved only by the merciless glare of the guns? From whence can a painter gain the same spirit that shines from such gorgeous paintings as “Le Gloire,” on the Pantheon? In the wet, miserable dugouts of the shivering soldier? In the foundries where the grimy, sweaty workman forges shell after shell to feed the mouths of the insatiable cannon? From universal suffering and sorrow? Yes, from each, for each is an emblem in the moulding of the greatest ideal the world has known. Each is only one of the many sacrifices that will mean world freedom. Such is the individualism of the twentieth century. In spite of all its tragedy and sorrow, the modern war is filled with glory, not only in outward pomp and spectacle, but greater still in the hearts of men. When the great and small, the rich and poor stand side by side—yes, fall side by side—in the defense of the precious heirloom God has placed in the keeping of man, there is, there must be, a greater glory! The spirit with which the high born performs the humblest task, the zest with which the weaker strives to do his duty, can only mean victory and a better world. Glory, where art thou? In the heart of every defender of Liberty. Let us hope that ere long the fetteis of eiror will be broken, that we may answer, “The whole world is strengthened, is purified, and is glorified! ’ Madeline A. Lawrence. EXTEMPORE VERSES I love to sit and dream Beside some lonely, wand’ring stream, Upon its shady, mossy banks To offer solemn, silent thanks To Him who is supreme. Page Thirty-six To hear in its softly lisping song, As it travels on and on and on, A brother prayer, another praise, Sweetly and voicelessly raised, For life and joy so long. John Spearman. HESPER Hesper, Hesper, O bright star, Hesper, You of the Western skies; You who rise and glow at Vesper, Where the slumb’ring Apollo lies, Faronius is but your multitudinous sighs, Your soft, soft breathings and delicate sighs. Hesper, Hesper, luminous Hesper, You of the Western skies; You who have heard the whisper Of the love that never dies, Of the love of the Angel, Ariadine Who gazes at you with sighs, At you with love in her lustrous eyes. Hesper, Hesper, eternal Hesper, You of the Western skies; Live long in the realm of sighs; Long enjoy the love that never dies; Grow brighter for each blue day as it dies; Shine on with a constant lustre; Shine on for the eyes That passionately view you, You of the Western skies; And continue forever at Vesper to rise. John Speakman. The Most Reckless Thing I Ever Did Recklessness, the unpardonable fault in a commander, a god, or a hero! When was I reckless? When most so? Let me muse. Let my past life, a fantastic vision, arise before me. Men speak of Napoleon at Borodino, of Hannibal at Capua, of Burnside at Fredricksburg, and cry, “Reckless!” But what did they risk? The one an Empire, the other his native city, and the last a Union! What of it? They risked the temporary, the transitory. I, alas! have risked the eternal! Smile not skeptically! I avow it with firm emphasis! Still you doubt? Listen! Picture the inferno of Dante! Look at the fitful and everlasting flames lift themselves with diabolical grimaces to caress the tortured victim! See cruel woe, a monarch, scourge his subjects with never-ending blows! Hear! An imperturbable silence succeeds! Men contemplate with ragged souls the past! Curses, groans, shrieks, and prayers greet the new king, Despair! Hysteria reigns! Woe reigns! Despair reigns! This have I risked. O, friends, in full possession of my faculties, in a calm and reasoning mood, I solemnly and sadly declare that the most reckless thing I ever did was to go to bed one night without saying my prayers John Speakman. Page Thirty-seven LOVE Love is a most potent bug, of a species known since the time of the Garden of Eden. Through the ages of man it has passed, new, yet old. It is no respecter of race, persons or conditions. Its domain stretches throughout the universe, and its will is supreme. Persons of the susceptible age, those between the tender age of sixteen and the ripe, old age of ninety-nine should know and understand the various characteristics and habits of this bug. There are two stages in its development—the “puppy-love ’ and the “realthing” stages. Some lucky humans do not pass through this first stage, but when they are bitten, and the symptoms developed, they suffer greatly, not being, of course, experienced in dealing with such a disease. First, let us consider the “puppy-love” stage. The love bug is most prevalent during the lovely spring months. Two agencies are needed—or perhaps, we might call them victims—a “Charming One” and a “Manly Being.” Then wicked, little bug bites “Charming One” and “Manly Being,” and the symptoms are caught. The disease develops rapidly, and then, after several weeks, it disappears as suddenly as it was taken. Sometimes, the disease lingers a year, or so. Persons in this stage are gay, laughing, talkative, happy creatures. “‘Charming One” has sweet words, and smiles for “Manly Being,” who responds with “Er—have some candy?” “Let me carry your books?” etc., etc. “Charming One” of this stage is also very feeble and must be supported by the strong arm of “Manly Being.” To those who are old pals of the love bug, the actions of a newly-bitten pair are very ludicrous, forgetting, of course, their first bite. Yet this biting does not seem to grow old, for to “Manly Being” each new “Charming One” is sweeter than the last, or vice versa. Thousands and thousands of sweet sixteens, and on up the teens, catch and recover from this disease, so common that it is hardly noticed now. Now let us get at the “realthing” stage. The love bug, as I have said, has no regard or consideration for any person, not even the love-proof professor, the so-called man-hater, etc. None of these species are immune. The best season for this stage is spring, or summer, perhaps the other two seasons, but just whenever Mr. Bug takes a notion to pierce some fair lady’s heart, or the armour of some stern gentleman. The same process is gone through with in this stage, as in the first, so that I need not repeat it here. “Mr. Man” usually has four questions to ask when he is debating whether to confess that he has been bitten, and these are: first, “Can ‘Fair She’ cook?” second, “Can ‘Fair She’ keep house?” third, “Can ‘Fair She’ sew?” fourth, “Is ‘Fair She’ always neat?” “Fair She” usually has one or no questions: “Has ‘Mr. Man’ money?” Sometimes, “Mr. Man” does not consider these four important points, but just ’fesses up with those time-worn, yet good-as-new three little words, and “Fair She” answers that one important little word, positive or negative. � Sometimes the love-bug is cruel and breaks hearts by biting one “Fair She” and two “Mr. Mans,” or two “Fair Shes” and one “Mr. Man.” Usually, though, he is very decent about his biting. He delights in tragedies, but “loves” comedies. He finds a short, fat “Fair She” and a tall, lean “Mr. Man,” or he secures an extremely large “Fair She” and a poor, little, runty “Mr. Man,” and then bites. But “for a’ that and a’ that” he is an important, necessary little bug, for what would life be without some kind of love—brotherly, filial, or something? Indeed, he is the little bug that moves the universe, that makes life worth living, and brings peace and happiness. I say: “Hurrah for the LoveBug! Long may he live!” ‘ Marion Bingham. Page Thirty-eight PSYCHE I have lately wandered From a region far away; And in that region I have squandered All my life and love away. And I left there in that region Psyche, Psyche and my soul; And now my woes are legion, And my life a wand’ring ghoul. Psyche, Psyche of that region, Thou that wast my soul, Ah, couldst thou but know my yearning For thee and for my soul! And I am doomed to die here, In a cold and friendless clime, Without my soul and thee here, Thou that once were mine. But still I love thee, Psyche, And love thee still I must Until I’ve reached those realms of Lethe, Or my soul has gone to dust. John Spearman. THE BROOK Guilelessly a little brook Wandered o’er the plain, Or in a forest nook, Onward to the main. A joyous life the brooklet led; A profligate with bliss was he; And gave it everywhere as on he sped, To join the swelling sea. And beneath the many, many stars That wander through the sky, The brook was wont beneath these stars In sweet repose to lie. Page Thirty-nine And in the night was wont to hear All the prayerful whispers That are prone to fall upon the ear From all the sylvan lispers. From all the sylvan lispers That pour into the patient ear of night Their grateful, fervent whispers For God and his protecting might. And when the night was fleeting From out the slumb’ring skies, And when Apollo’s greeting Fell upon his sleepy eyes, Them would he ope with a virgin joy, A breath of God into his life, That softened all the day’s annoy, And sweetened all its strife. John Spearman. JUANITA “Little Puff of Smoke,’’ she sang, And in the air there seemed to hang A solemn stillness, born of worship. Her smile, it lingered on the babe she held, “Little Puff of Smoke, Good-Night”—it dwelled. The music fades past memory, Thy voice, it lives eternally, With me, Juanita. Page Forty Page Forty-one Koscman Keslcr Dallas S| 'H James. Pres. Cooley Johnson Athletics In discussing athletics in Danville High School an Alumnus was heard to remark that “the war will put athletics out of our school, I fear.” A student with whom he was talking promptly proceeded to enlighten the doubting one. “That is just where you are mistaken for the students of I). H. S., realizing that a greater effort than usual would be required, proceeded to give athletics their undivided support. Why, man, do you realize that at the first meeting called about eighty-five fellows turned out to elect the officers? Good judgment was shown, too, in doing this. “Franklin James was elected president, and a wiser choice could not have ben made. He put pep into the boys and had interest in athletics at a high pitch. Wrhen he heard his country calling him and left us to go to Washington and work for Uncle Sam, of course we missed him, but another was found to take his place, one who very capably does this, too. Keith Finley is the newly elected president. “In choosing a vice-president unusual judgment was shown. ‘Bud’ Smith was elected to this office and demonstrated his ability to assume the responsibilities of president in the time which elapsed between James’ departure and Finley’s election. “Clifford Kesler was elected secretary and treasurer, and capably fills that position. ‘Kes’ is known to be a worker. “Upon James Dallas was conferred the arduous task of giving our athletics publicity, and there has never been an advertising manager who discharged his duties in such a commendable manner. Page Forty-two “To the next man elected is due all the credit which we are able to give. It is that of assistant business manager whose duty it was to see that the football field was lined and that the details were all attended to. It is one of those thankless jobs that require more work than the ones that spell ‘glory.’ However, I think that the students of D. H. S. so appreciate the work done by ‘Fid’ Roseman and his corps of able assistants and thank them for it accordingly. “You ask if there was any yelling or other display of ‘pep’ either at the games or before them. I should say so, for we had the wildest bunch of ‘rooters’ that were always willing to have either ‘Doc’ Coolley, the cheer leader, or ‘Pinkey’ Johnson, the assistant cheer leader, start something. “In summarizing our year I would say that in football we had great success, losing few of our gridiron battles, and in basketball our team more than made a favorable showing in both the district and the county meets. “Both track and baseball were greatly neglected because so many fellows went on farms to increase the nation’s production of foodstuffs. “I can’t keep you in doubt any longer regarding our coach because he took men that were new in athletics, some of them didn’t know what an athletic uniform was like, and made seasoned veterans out of them, and I feel safe in saying that our success was greatly due to the untiring efforts of Coach Wakeley. “I am sure that you, as well as all of our Alumnae, will be glad to know that athletics had the undivided support of both the faculty and the student body, principally because of loyalty, and partly because the association shared the gate receipts on several occasions with such worthy causes as The Junior Red Cross. “Doc” Cooley. OUR COACH Most all the school knows that Danville High School has a coach in football and basketball that she may well be proud of, but the student body does not know how much John Wakeley has sacrificed in order to give to D. H. S. the best possible teams; that is, winning teams. From the time the football gong was sounded until the end of basketball season, he put all his energy and knowledge to the task— he deemed it a pleasure—which was placed before him. Besides teaching his football and basketball squads to fight and win for Danville, he instilled in them that which should be uppermost in the minds of athletes—sportsmanship. From that very fact, the teams of our school are becoming noted for being square and sportsmanlike in every way. Wakeley is a man who, from the very sacrifice he has made for the teams, has won for himself their respect and esteem. There is no question as to his coaching ability. That may be seen by coming out and watching the teams at work. So let’s all join and thank John Wakeley for the winning teams he has given to D. H. S. Russel Sparks. Page Forty-three F oot-Ball Our football season was one which may be looked upon with pride by the school. The team won all its games out of town, excepting the Georgetown game—more will be said about it later. The school cannot appreciate the good work the team did, because there were not enough games at home, but the scores of the games out of town should be sufficient proof of what was done. The season was actively initiated on September 11 when Coach Wakeley asked for candidates. Thirty-eight men stood out in front and declared themselves willing to help make a winning team. The equipment was delayed in shipment, so the first practice was held on Wednesday evening, September 12, in old clothes. Everyone was enthusiastic. There were nine “D” men back—Captain Adams, tackle; Leverenz, center; Neg, end; Hixon, half-back; Sparks, quarter-back; Kesler, tackle; Dallas, end; Funk, end; Moore, half-back. Some of the new men began to show promise from the start, among them being McCord, Knowles, Freeman, H. Adams, Hannum, Burk, and Olson. There were two weeks of conditioning, consisting mainly in falling on the ball, running back'punts, and sprinting. GEORGETOWN GAME. On September 29 the teams went to Georgetown, backed by a goodly crowd of D. H. S. rooters. We were given the small end of a 17-14 score, but were not discouraged in the least, for Danville outplayed Georgetown from start to finish. It opened the team’s eyes as to its strength and possibilities. CHAMPAIGN GAME. On the following Saturday, Champaign came to Danville for their annual game with us. The score was 64-3. Danville will make no alibis, as Champaign had a fine team, and eventually won the State Championship; but the score would have been much smaller had Danville been in better fighting condition. The fine, new equipment which we received just before the game must have been a jinx. But we scored on them in the last quarter. Hannum, our quarterback, kicked a drop from the 38-yard line. KANKAKEE GAME. It was an entirely different team which faced Kankakee at Kankakee the following Saturday, October 13. They went there to win—and they won 32-6. Our two half-backs, Hixon and McCord, were not in the line-up because of injuries, but Knowles, who played McCord’s position at right half-back, did enough work for a whole team. Kankakee had a good team, but the D. H. S. boys had the real fighting spirit that day, and deserved the bacon they captured. The team was taken in taxis to Mo-mence, where they caught a train home. Some of our young social buds showed ’em a few steps along the line of dancing at Momence. “The gang” also had the police force on ’em. WATSEKA GAME. D. H. S. invaded Watseka on the memorable date of October 20, 1917. Memorable? Yes! For two reasons: Danville beat Watseka 31-0; and Watseka high school girls gave us a “chicken banquet.” There were speeches by “Clarisse” Leverenz, our orator; “Fat” Olson, Sparks, and Captain Adams. K. Finley and “Bob” Hannum enjoyed the banquet very much. Ask ’em. Page Forty-four MATTOON GAME. Because of a heavy rain on October 27, the team was denied the pleasure of “getting back” at Hoopeston for the defeat of last year, so there were two weeks in which to get ready for the Mattoon game. Mattoon came to Danville with the intention of doing exactly as she did last year—beating Danville to the tune of about 48-0, but our team turned the tables, and won its third consecutive victory by the score of 7-3. The game was close and exciting. Leverenz saved the day for Danville when he fell on the ball on our 1-foot line. RIDGEFARM GAME. Danville won her fourth consecutive victory by defeating Ridgefarm, November 10, at Ridgefarm. The score was 38-0. Ridgefarm attempted the forward pass game, but Danville intercepted and secured three touchdowns on intercepted forward passes. Twenty-three men were used by Danville, our second team being mostly in evidence at the end of the game. WESTVILLE GAME. In a game characterized by quite a bit of rough playing, Danville defeated Westville on their field 25-0. It was a scene of wrangling and word-warfare, usually ending in favor of Westville. After about two hours of alternate arguing and playing, the game was over, and Danville had won her fifth victory. During these five games, only nine points were scored on Danville. Leverenz made his debut at Westville by grabbing a pass and running fifty yards for a touchdown. (Time was taken out so he could recuperate.) THANKSGIVING GAME. Backed by a clear slate, and claiming the state championship, Taylorville High School invaded Danville Thanksgiving Day, fully expecting to swamp Danville. In the first quarter, Taylorville scored three touchdowns before Danville settled down. After that, it was a fine exhibition of football. Danville worked the ball down the field three times, but succeeded in scoring only once. The touchdown resulted from a run of forty yards by Hixon which placed the ball on the one-yard line. Danville completed several forward passes which netted gains of from ten to twenty yards. Because of darkness, the game was called, Taylorville holding the big end of the score, 33-7. There was a big crowd. Half the net proceeds went to the Junior Red Cross, which amounted to about a hundred dollars. Thus, Danville’s football season ended. The team was a credit to the school. The team scored 157 points to her opponents’ 123 points. There is a record of five won and three lost, which is a record we should be proud of. Here’s luck to the football team of 1918-’19. Page Forty-five “THE FELLOWS” THE SCHEDULE September 29—At Georgetown—Georgetown___________17 October 6—At Danville—Champaign_________________64 October 13—At Kankakee—Kankakee__________________6 October 20—At Watseka—Watseka____________________0 October 27—Hoopeston—Rain. November 3—At Danville—Mattoon___________________3 November 10—At Ridgefarm—Ridgefarm_______________0 November 17—At Westville—Westville______________ 0 Thanksgiving—At Danville—Taylorville____________33 Danville_____________14 Danville______________3 Danville_____________32 Danville_____________31 Danville______________7 Danville_____________38 Danville_____________25 Danville______________7 Page Forty-six “Wlio’s Wlio” C. ADAMS (Capt.)—“Cees” was one of our steadiest, surest tacklers. Defensively, he was nearly a team himself, and offensively—well, there was always a hole and he got down under punts as fast as ends. He was as a captain should be, and his will be hard shoes to fill. LEVERENZ—“Levy” has held centre for his third year. He was an accurate passer, and bolstered the team at times when he was needed. We are sorry it is his last year. NEFF—“Bud” was always working hard. He played full or half, and showed the real qualities of a backfield man, although his old position was at end. He was an accurate passer, and one of the best tacklers on the team. JAMES—“Jamesy” was handicapped for a good part of the season with injuries, but he played his tackle position with credit to himself and the school. There were few gains through his side of the line. He will not be with us next year. ELLETT—A guard who did his best at all times. Although not heavy as a guard, he played with the “pep” that made him the player he was. It was his last year. OLSON—“Fat” came out for his first time this year, and rapidly absorbed football knowledge, which, along with his weight, put him at the other guard position. Guard is a big hole to be blocked, and “Fat” did it credibly. FINLEY—Keith played his first and last year of football in high school in one season. He absorbed football to an amazing degree, and, always playing with the fight and grit for which we know him, he was helping play a tackle position before the year was over. MOORE—“Good” played an end position, and made it his study. He was good as the receiving end for passes, and was a sure tackier. He showed exceptional ability in getting down under punts. FREEMAN—“Zicky” played his first year of high school football, and was a find. Lots of back-fields remember “Zicky” as a young cyclone who didn’t stop tearing until he had the man with the ball. He was a sure tackier, and fast on getting down under punts. He has a future before him. Keep your eyes on him. McCORD—“Bert” balked the eligibility rule this year, and added speed to the backfield. His regular position w'as at right half-back. Bert was always good for a gain around end. Because of his speed and ability to evade tacklers, he was a valuable man, although handicapped by a bad ankle part of the season. He is back next year. HIXON—“Hades” (captain-elect) was a real ground-gainer, either through tackle or around end. He was a fast man and hard to tackle. Besides an able ground-gainer, he was an accurate passer, and could punt or drop-kick with the best of ’em. He will make a real leader for 1918-’19. HANNUM—“Bob” played his first year of high school football. He played quarterback position like an old-timer, and was all the more valuable because he was a good open field runner, and a sure tackier. He was a first-class “safety” man, besides punting and drop-kicking. He has a bright future. Page Forty-seven KNOWLES—“Knowley” was one of the finds. He also played his first year of high school football. He is a good example of the “never-giveup,” plowing backfield man. Knowles was never down until two or three were stacked on him. Injuries held him back, but he played anyway. In the Kankakee game he was at his best. BURK—“Burky” was another new man who possessed real football qualities. He played full or end, and always played with every ounce of his energy. Authority says that if he was twenty pounds heavier, he would make one of the best tackles the school ever produced. DALLAS—“Jimmy” played at full or half. He knows football, and knowledge is half the game, so Jimmy was well fortified. He was especially good in backing up the line because of his tackling ability. He is not back next year. H. ADAMS—“Hersch” must have gotten his football knowledge from his big brother, because he came out for his first time, and showed the ability to become one of the best, if not the best, tackles the school ever had. He also played centre, and showed exceptional ability in passing the ball. Watch ’em! BENNETT—Wallace played his first year of D. H. S. football. He came from Georgetown, but rapidly absorbed Danville tactics, and played a good game at guard. We are sorry this is his last year. GOULDING—Lowell played half-back, and because of his speed he was always reliable, and made gains around end or through the line. He has another year. BAUM—“Beanie” played quarter-back or half-back, showing ability as a passer and in picking holes. He is back next year. DICKERSON—“Dick” came out for his first time this year, and, although not winning a “D” he gained knowledge that should make him a valuable man in the backfield next year. He played quarterback or half-back. WHITE—“Whitey” was faithful in practice, and although not playing much, he acquired football sense. He was a great help to the squad. He played end. HANSON—“Tom” showed the real “pep” all season. He was handicapped by a disabled member, and, if it had not been for this, he would have been a strong contender for a regular berth at guard. COLLIGNON—“Bill” played either guard or tackle, and acquired valuable knowledge for next year. Page Forty-eight Basket-Ball Our basketball season was one which we may well be proud of. Coach Wakeley started the ball rolling: right after our Thanksgiving game of football. The prospects for a good team were bright, because there were enough “D” men back around which to build up a team, besides some men who were “comers,” and proved themselves as such, as the season wore on. The team went through the entire schedule and lost only two games, and it can honestly be said, with no alibis, that these two games were lost because of poor officiating. That means seven won and two lost, not counting tournament games. Our first squad was made up of ten men who were the nearest equal in playing ability that has been witnessed by the school in all its basketball history. That, in itself, has made the team a success, for the men on the first five had to fight and play real basketball to hold their positions. The coach and captain have done their parts; the second team deserves great credit for their faithfulness in practice; the ten men deserve credit for the fine work they have done in making a name for D. H. S. in the basketball world; and, last, but not least, the student body deserves credit for their staunch loyalty, and the support they have given the team. They have all combined to make our basketball season a real success in every way. Something else must be remembered, too—after the Sidell game, our coach whom the team depended on more than they thought, was confined because of serious illness, and the team was left nearly without a helm to face the grind of a state district tournament. But as he has done before many times, our principal and former coach stepped in and took charge of affairs to everyone’s satisfaction. Without him, the team would not have tried to enter the tournament, and would not have made the name they did. So let’s all feel grateful to Mr. Baer. All that’s left to be done is to give our best wishes for a successful team next year. May they keep up the splendid work which has been started. THE SEASON OAKWOOD GAME, DECEMBER 21, 1918. The basketball season was started right by the winning of two games at home. The second team defeated the employed boys’ class decisively by a score of 33-13. The regular game was started at 8:00, and the crowd saw some real basketball, although the game was not as close as the score, 48-30, indicates. The ball was in Danville’s possession most the time, and the score was kept down because of inability to hit the basket. LONGVIEW GAME. The team journeyed to Longview on January 4, and there, on a floor rather small compared with Danville’s, defeated a mixed-up team of three schools, although all the men were going to L. H. S. at that time. There was a lot of “pep,” but our team came out with the big end of a 25-20 score. The trip and stay at the village hotel was much enjoyed by the squad, although they did tear down a bed, and Page Forty-nine sacked the supply room, carrying away grape-juice, canned cherries, etc. It has been said that some stationery was also “swiped.” TUSCOLA GAME. On January 11, the big crowd in the Washington auditorium was given the big surprise when D. H. S. defeated Tuscola by the overwhelming score of 70-15. Thompson ran rampant and made 17 field-baskets. Tuscola was handicapped by playing on a floor much larger than their own. GEORGETOWN GAME. Danville stored away two more victories by the second team defeating the “Y” employed boys’ class 18-15, and the regulars defeating Georgetown decisively, 24-11. The seconds played a fast game, guarding by Marsters and Freeman, and basket-shooting by Baum featuring. The regulars played a fast, clean game, and clearly outclassed Georgetown. Our guards performed in stellar fashion, allowing only four field-goals. LONGVIEW GAME AT DANVILLE. On January 25, before a large crowd of loyal D. H. S.’ers, Danville was on the tail end of a 17-13 score, although no fault of the team. Longview must be given credit for playing a fast, aggressive game, but it could have been cleaner basketball. KANKAKEE GAME. On February 8, Danville met and defeated the fast Kankakee team by a score of 34-23. They played fast basketball, but were unable to get through Danville’s defense, shooting only four field-goals. Mel Son made “debut” by rolling in a few baskets which helped to pile up the score. Gray’s foul-shooting featured for Kankakee, shooting 9 out of a possible 12. GEORGETOWN GAME (THERE). On a never-to-be-forgotten February 15, D. H. S. journeyed to Georgetown to play a square game of basketball, if possible. But Georgetown was not so inclined, and it turned out to be an extremely rough game of football. The referee knew very little about basketball, and what the umpire knew, he didn’t seem to want to get rid of. Our crowd of fifty was surprised and angered by the treatment we received there, and they can testify as to the unfairness of the game. But so much for that —Georgetown gained nothing from it, only the long end of a 17-13 score, which they should be ashamed to accept. MONTICELLO GAME (THERE). The following day, the team journeyed to Monticello, where they won by a score of 35-16. The game was not very fast, but it was exciting at times when Danville took some long shots for the basket -and made them. I his helped to cheer up the team after the poor treatment they had received the night before. The Monticello crowd liked our fellows, and cheered for them. It was a flying trip, and also a successful one. It is said they have good eats at Monticello. SIDELL GAME. On Friday, February 22, “the boys” met and defeated Sidell in the last scheduled game of the season. The score was 31-9. Seven of the nine points were made by fouls, and Sidell threw only one basket from the field, which goes to show that our guards were again in fine trim. ’Tis said that Sidell had two men out of the game because of sickness, which may have slackened up their team. Because of the eight-semester rule together with graduation, eight of the ten men with suits played their last game of basketball on the Washington floor. But it was a fitting celebration for their last game. Page Fifty THE DISTRICT TOURNAMENT Danvilte was fortunate this year in having a team pood enough to be entered in the State district tournament at Champaign. The ten men, with Mr. Baer, left Friday morning, March 1, after the program. They were given a real treat when Mr. Baer decided to put up at the Inman Hotel—and all of the boys appreciated that treat. Four loyal rooters were along—Carrol Marsters, Kenneth Mitchell, Walter Lane, and Roy White. They all occupied one room, and it is said that they made considerable noise Friday night. Our first game was with Longview, our old stand-by. The score at the end of the game was 32-19 with Danville on the heavy end of it. The game was not as fast as it could have been, because Danville had more games to play, and thus stood around her share of the time. Our team got well acquainted with the floor during the game, and this helped in the game with Garrett the following morning. The boys played their usual clean, sportsman-like game, and there were comments to this effect. GARRETT GAME. After a good night’s rest, Danville once more took the floor, this time against Garrett high school who had defeated Georgetown the evening before by a large score. Garrett had not been beaten this year, winning fourteen consecutive games. The game started by Garrett running up a 10-2 score in the first five minutes, but Danville got together and immediately began to climb back to surface. The score at the end of the first half was 16-9 in favor of Garrett. The second half started with our team fully determined to play Garrett off her feet, and they quickly proved they were capable of following up their intent by the way in which they piled up the points. The crowd was amazed at the way D. H. S. fought, and were mostly for Danville before the game was over. About two minutes before the whistle blew, Thompson evened the score, 21-21, by throwing a goal from the field. This resulted in five more minutes of play, and it looked as if there would be another tie, but Garrett’s centre sneaked down the side of the floor, and threw a goal from the corner of the field. Then there was a foul called, and they made that, and the score was 24-21. Thus ended the fastest and best game of the tournament according to a majority of the crowd. It was a hard defeat to take, but the team consoled themselves with the fact that they could have won. Garrett played Champaign in the semi-finals Saturday afternoon, but owing to her hard game in the morning Garrett weakened, and was defeated by a score of 27-19. From then on it was comparatively “easy riding” for Champaign. NOTES OF THE TRIP Ask “Luke” how he liked his pie. In the Garrett game Son was taken out because of four personal fouls. Where was “Fat” Marsters when he thought he heard the maid's voice on the other side the door? It is said “Kenny” Mitchell likes free lunches. “Jim” Dickerson owns a store in Champaign. “Luke,” the pool shark. K. Finley cut up scand’lous with the high school girls. It is thought to be a fact that he obtained some addresses. Hixon nearly forfeited his right to membership in the Bachelor s Club. Ask “Fat” where that door led to in his room. Page Fifty-one Danville s All-Star Man Russel Sparks has completed his athletic career for Danville High School in a blaze of glory. Russell is perhaps the most popular and best all-around athlete Danville High School has ever developed. There is nothing in high school athletics that he can not do well, whether it is football, basketball or track. He was a star of the first magnitude. In addition to his athletic ability and skill, which was a delight to coach and spectators in every contest in which he participated, he will be remembered for his sportsmanlike conduct in athletic competition, a combination too often lacking among high school athletes. He wil be greatly missed in Danville High School’s future contests. It is to be hoped that some College or University will find him as worthy a representative as he has been for D. II. S. W. C. B. The Countij Tournament The county tournament this year was a big success, financially and otherwise. Danville did not perform up to expectations, and did not give the real basketball exhibition that they were capable of giving. There are no alibis, but it is the belief of some who should know that the team during the season worked up to a climax, and that climax was ?iot the county tournament, but was the State district tournament, and after that did not get together as they should have. It was a big disappointment to the school and the town fans, and particularly to the coach, and last, but not least, to the team itself, because it is admitted by anyone who has seen the team play that it is second to none in the county. D. H. S. won her first two games, and dropped the third one to Sidell 30-18. Sidell then played Georgetown for the county championship Saturday night, and Georgetown won 19-14. THE GAMES. Danville, 48; East Lynn, 16. Oakwood, 49; Armstrong, 14. Henning, 61; Rossville, 4. Georgetown, 43; Alvin, 11. Sidell, 50; Hoopeston, 17. Danville, 34; Oakwood, 19. Georgetown, ; Henning, Sidell, 30; Danville, 18. Georgetown, 19; Sidell, 14. Page Fifty-two “THE SQUAD” Basket-Ball |Men WILLIAM NEFF (Captain)—“Bud” was one of the best captains Danville ever had. He used his head, solved other teams’ defenses, and directed the team well. He was a hard, aggressive player, and it was due to his close guarding that there were made comparatively few field goals against Danville this season. THOMPSON—Frank played center all season, and was one of the point-getters of the team, ranking second in the number of points scoi’ed. He played the same, steady game all the time, and was always dependable. He will not be back next year. FREEMAN—“ZICKY” was one of the real finds of the season. Playing his first year of high school basketball, he was a whirlwind at floor guard, and could throw his share of the baskets when needed. He was a good mate for Neff at guard. He will be with us again next year. SON—“Mel” is one of the few men who has “a string tied to the basket.” Although ineligible until February, he came out then and fitted into the team-work. He is a born basketball player—fast, brainy, and always good for five or six baskets. He is back next year. ADAMS—“Cec” played a guard position, and showed the real ability and “pep” characteristic of Page Fifty-three the whole ten men with suits. He was good at sizing up the opposing team’s offense, and particularly good in breaking up pass-work. This season was the end of his athletic career in D. H. S. DICKERSON—“Dick” was another man with ‘'a string tied to the basket.” He played either forward or center, and was acquainted with the many tricks of basketball. Had a knack of throwing a basket when needed, and could always be depended on to do his share. Only fault—liked pie too well. RICKERD—“Rick” was one of the best and hardest workers on the team. Although not playing a regular position, he was always ready and able to go in at either guard or forward. He covered a lot of floor, and was always known as the scrapper of the team. It was his last season of basketball. FINLEY—“Keith” showed the real “pep” all season, playing either forward or guard, although guard was his regular position. A hard, aggressive player, Keith was always ready to do his share, but was handicapped by being used to basketball as played by a smaller school. He is not back next year. HIXON—“Hades” played center. He was aggressive and had a good eye for the basket. Although not played a great deal, he was just as valuable because he was always ready to go in. The eight-semester rule takes him out of athletics for next year. MARSTERS—“Fat” played a fast game at back-guard, and absorbed basketball to an amazing degree. His close guarding was a big factor in the games won by the second team. He would have been a strong man at back-guard next season, but the eight-semester rule takes him out of athletics, too. THOMPSON—Floyd played forward, and had a knack of getting his fingers on the ball, and making baskets. He was another factor in the second team’s success. He wil be a strong contender for a forward position next year. MITCHELL—“Kenny” played forward, and if a little more aggressive would have brought out the real basketball that he knows. Had a good eye for the basket, and will be a good man for next year. BAUM—“Beanie” played center on the second team. He was a good goal-shot, but lacked ag-gressiveness. Only fault—expects too much of himself. He is back next year. SMITH—Percy was always on deck to do his share in giving the first team scrimmage. He played forward on the second team, and will be back next year. KNOWLES—'“Knowley” was not eligible until February, but came out then and learned to play a guard position well. He deserves credit for the practice given the first team. Page Fifty-four Girls’ Athletic Association From the year 1912, when the Girls’ Athletic Association was first organized, until 1917, the girls had physical training for two evenings a week in the Washington gymnasium. The Boys’ Athletic Association also used the Washington gymnasium, and since they were forced to give up two evenings’ basketball practice weekly, which meant a great sacrifice on their part, it was decided in 1917 to discontinue girls’ athletics. It has been rumored about that in a few years, when the new high school will be built, the girls will have a gymnasium all of their own. “D” Men 1917-18 FOOTBALL CECIL ADAMS (Capt.) CLARENCE LEVERENZ WILLIAM NEFF RUSSELL SPARKS FRANKLIN JAMES ELMER OLSON HAYDEN IIIXON (Capt.-elect) DURWOOD ELLETT JAMES DALLAS BURT McCORD EUGENE FREEMAN GOODLOE MOORE D. R. MEN (FOOTBALL) H. ADAMS T. HANSEN E. BAUM L. GOULDING R. BURK R. WHITE WILLIAM COLLIGNON BASKETBALL FRANK THOMPSON HAYDEN HIXON HERSCHEL DICKERSON CLARENCE RICKERD KEITH FINLEY WILLIAM NEFF (Capt.) EUGENE FREEMAN RUSSELL SPARKS MELVIN SON CECIL ADAMS • Page Fifty-five Track Because of war conditions, and out of consideration of it being a patriotic duty, high school track has been done away with at least for this year, 1918. The county- meet in athletics and public speaking, besides many of the larger schools’ meets, have been cancelled. Arrangements have been made for the class track meet, however, on April 26. The different classes were given a chance to organize, and train, and there is expected to be strong competition. Arrangements have also been made for a class basebal lschedule beginning in May. HIGH SCHOOL TRACK RECORDS 50-Yard Dash—L. McCusker, ’05__________________________5 2 5 Sec. 100-Yard Dash—I. Jones, ’07___________________________10 2 5 Sec. 220-Yard Dash—I. Jones, ’07___________________________54 2 5 Sec. 880-Yard Run—J. Neal, T4-------------------------------2 Min. 8 2 5 Sec. 1-Mile Run—J. Neal, ’14--------------------------------4 Min. 43 2 5 Sec. High Jump—H. Fairchild, ’08____________________________5'6 1 2 Broad Jump—L. McCusker, '05____________________________21' 1 1 2 Pole Vault—R. Sparks, ’18______________________________10' 6 Shot-Put—W. Sandusky, ’08______________________________43' 3 Discus—F. Goff, ’15____________________________________99' 7 Hammer—W. Sandusky, 08_________________________________119'9 1 2-Mile Relay- % Z™? ’ Greenebaum 1 J j F. Fox, L. McCusker VERMILION COUNTY TRACK RECORDS 50-Yard Dash— Allan Thornton, Georgetown, 1911 ) Otto Yeoman, Rossville, 1907 100-Yard Dash- waiter, Danville, 1902 ( D. Wilson, Rossville, 1914 220-'! ard Dash—D. Wilson, Rossville, ’14______ 440-1 ard Dash—W. Jones, Ridgefarm, T6_________ 880-Yard Run—A. Gustafson, Georgetown, ’17_____ fMile Run—J. Neal, Danville, ’14____________ Pole Vault— J °haS‘ Warner Rossville, ’14 j Geo. Haworth, Georgetown, ’14 | Broad Jump—R. Stickler, Rossville, ’12__________ High Jump—D. Haworth, Georgetown, ’ll___________ Shot-Put—J. Kerr, Hoopeston, ’10_______________ Discus—Boardman, Hoopeston, ’16______________ Hammer—■ 1 2-Mile Rfelay—Georgetown team, 1914 5 2 5 Sec. ------------10 2 5 Sec. 23 Sec. 54 Sec. .2 Min. 7 Sec. 4 Min. 43 2 5 Sec. ----------10' 10 21' 1 5' 8 42' 10 109' 6 1 2 Par e Fifty-six 1 Min. 39 Sec. Page Fifty-seven Goldberg Phillips Lawrence Class Social Events The social year of D. H. S. has been thoroughly in keeping with the spirit of the times. It has been deemed unwise by every authority to drop the various pleasurable events of any organization. But on the other band, it is as equally unwise to carry social functions to the same extent. To maintain her usual loyalty, D. H. S. stayed between the two extremes with the result that: The sophomores had one party, a delightful Hallowe’en affair, at the home of Marie Fairchild, which was ably planned by the chairman, Lester Goldberg. The Juniors and Seniors enjoyed themselves at a joint function in the form of a mask party. The Seniors anticipate a picnic and wild ramble in the woods before the end of their school days. Plans for the annual Junior-Senior banquet which is to be held on Friday, May 31st, are well on the way. It is up to the students of next year to renew the interest and fun, and thereby foster the friendship and co-operation which means a better class. M. L. March 29, 1918. Page Fifty-eight The Seniop-Junior Masquerade On October 29th the upper classmen of Danville High School'gave free rein to pent-up emotions and the faculty discarded unwonted dignity. A masquerade party was the cause for the disturbance. Although the day was unusually dreary and misty, the plans were carried out and in due time there was assembled in the Washington auditorium a crowd, a most un-harmonious combination of beauty, the ridiculous, the funny, and the natural. We cannot say which was the worst. Everyone began at the beginning and had an unrestricted good time. We might here comment on the appearance and conduct of those present. Everyone will agree that dear, little beruffled Geraldine Lucille (Milton Frank) was less reserved and shy than cute, freckle-faced, toothless “Sis” Hopkins (Madeline Lawrence). Roy Little appeared in the garb most appropriate for a gentleman of his character and mien—the solemn “stovepipe” and the dignified “swallow-tail.” We wonder why C. “Hoss” Downs wore a false face. With the aid of a feather-bed and a few pillows Mr. Hart thought he would appear as Mr. Baer—but failed. Miss Sandeson was an ideal, demure Dutch maiden. It was useless to try to guess the clowns—they were so numerous. And the games—well, they were real. But alas! for hoop-skirts and “pinned-on” curls, and the badly-bandaged men from the war zone, when there was a wild relay across the assembly. “Fat” Olson was severely censured by the side which chose him in the barrel-hoop game—he couldn’t get through the hoop and consequently caused the defeat of the side that had so condescendingly chosen him. When everyone was nearly exhausted from the exercise and fun, the real feature of the evening was announced —the eats. A report of both quality and quantity was served in true “Thompson” style. Fresh, be-sugared doughnuts, good, home-made pop-corn balls; golden apples, were washed . down by the best cider ever. And everyone had enough—yes, even more than enough. They departed at the hour when all good Seniors should be abed—leaving the hapless dish-w'ashers to their fate. Madeline Lawrence. THE DISH-WASHING BRIGADE YE WASHER— Miss Ella S. Brown (“That daaky woman”) YE WIPERS— LiP Flossie Lawrence “Priscilla” Vivian Akers “Good old” Fred Hart John Speakman (“That crool slave-driver”) Virginia Clark YE LOOKERS-ON— Farmer Bill Baer “Gypsy” Frau Baer Hebrew Little Dan Lewis (“That orful crip”) N. B.—If injustice is done here, seek him of the “wicked grey eyes.” Page Fifty-nine Sophomore Party The sophomore class was entertained by Marie Fairchild on Friday, October 26th, at her home, 1206 Harmon avenue. By seven-thirty o’clock over fifty jubilant Sophs, all masked, were arousing: the natives in that vicinity of this thriving hamlet with their hilarious shouts. There were many excellent representations, and over an hour elapsed before each person was recognized. Among the most cleverly masked were Lester Goldberg and Viola --------------. “Zip” proved himself to be a young lady (?) of remarkable entertaining ability and boundless charms, while Viola made a realistic “colored mammy.” During the evening, games were played, songs were sung, and yells, that should make D. H. S. proud of her Sophs, were given with much “pep.” Lastly, delightful refreshments were served by the hostess and her assistants. Apples, cider, pumpkin pie, salted peanuts, marshmallows, and pop-corn balls were surely characteristic of the season. At a late hour the “merry troops disbanded” and each one enthusiastically proclaimed the Hallowe’en party the most successful event of the season. “Joy” Watt The Eighth Grade Reception January 18th saw the timid hosts of the graded school pour, or rather ease, into our grand old edifice. They came as our guests and at our invitation. We were to entertain them and right royally we did. What did we do first ? Why, naturally, we made them acquainted with the place led them around the antiquated halls and into the ancient rooms. They say, those who watched them, th at the youngsters gazed in gaping awe at the splendid ruin about them. As they wandered from room to room they heard us reveal the pitiful capacity of our heads. They saw the scepterless autocrats, and heard the awful discord of their larnyxes. They departed in fear and agitation from the class-room and came by the rickety stairs to the assembly. Here the bland smile of Mr. Baer shown like the winter’s feeble sun amid the ghastly panoramic of age and decrepitude. He welcomed them in a right kingly way though, and the Athedarians took the floor with a modern farce. Tom McLean got away from the “Current Events” Digest” humor and showed them some of the real stuff. “Uncle Dick” they called him, but heavens knows you’d have thought he was Petroleum Naseby or some of the big joke peddlers. Tom had a lot of assistants in handing out the “joy” and they did so well as to make the “little ones” forget the awfulness of things and laugh. (), yes, we gave them what the southerners would call a “cuttin’ up good time,” and they departed m the fellowship of a swaggering hilarity. and “Literary Page Sixty Dan, The Fallen Bachelor All Bachelordom let out one despairing groan when the wedding bells chinned for the Westerner, the seemingly invincible Dan Lewis. And who is the damsel whose charms subjugated him? Helen Morris of Olney! All hail! Dan threw discretion to the winds on the ninth of March, I believe, and on the eleventh was snugly installed in the “red brick” across from Washington school on Gilbert street. Well, now it was this way: The fellows, and the girls as well, couldn’t let such an auspicious event pass without some sort of a stir on the stagnant pool of life. Conspiracy muttered, and whispered, nodded slyly and shook hands around school all day. Something was up, no doubt. Dan had scarcely ensconsed himself in old arm chair to repose his weary bones when, without there arose a most horrible clamor. The victim at first did nothing more than stir a little uneasily. The hullabaloo increased tremendously. At last the monarch of the house emerged, outwardly composed, inwardly disconcerted, twirling the air where his mustache oughtn’t to be. He was greeted with a wild huzza. After some parleying, during which the porch fell in, Dan at last slipped Joe Payne a five-spot. With a bark Joe seized the caboodle and made off for the confectionery. With a parting cheer the pack followed and almost forced a “soft drink,” “sweet eats” man out of business with the mighty influx of trade. Dan retired in the blissful consciousness that fame is won in more ways than one and that pleasures sometimes fail to come singly. Ho Comrades! Ho Seniors! Harken ye! The senior tom-toms are beating. The feasts are being planned. The ghost of Epicurius is about to behold a mighty triumph of his theory. Bring out your ‘“grand, glad rags,” furbish up your rusty spirits, and you, ye bachelors, cast about you for the one “fair dame.” The senior tom-toms are beating. And who are the beaters? The social committee and Miss Brown. They are sounding the reveille to sober industry and arc summoning the spirit of jollification. Harken ye! Here is a forecast for class day as given out by the “powers that he:’’ CLASS DAY EXERCISES. June 5, 1918—D. II. S. Assembly Class History—Speakman Class Will—Church and Finley. Class Prophecy—Roseman. ( Presentation of Senior’s Goat to the Juniors—Marion Coolloy for the seniors and Lamont Webb for the Juniors, Senior Stunt—(The Mighty Mystery.) Plans are also on the way to completion for a breakfast, a banquet, and Commencement day. But let Father Time paint this picture for you and unfold to your astonished eyes these delight . I'rtpe Wit ,,si. GIRL S MINSTREL ±Q HOW lA AtOTH t-GoexsE- •JUArtlTA VWVTT- -Erime-ionPAnv- E DMEX riTEt ic DOV_c Trty-crnj(LC� i -CtTU-cttiH-Ctto fik.E-HOOR a ■Be DE.U A'-'Clj OfASTR'i tA OPE'ac FlDtklA ■ ♦Chor.u3 Page Sixty-two Oh! That Wondrous Minstrel Show When on Friday night, the fifteenth of March, the curtain hung1 at full length over the platform in the high school, no one suspected what was hidden there. When that green fold finally rose there stood a mass of pink and white girlhood singing as only they could. The chorus opened the performance by singing “I'm From Danville.” A real pleasure it was, too. to know that each and everyone of them were Danville's own daughters. When the song was finished the interlocutor, Dorothy Church, asked if anyone knew where the Big Four was. But listen! What is that noise? Hear that laughter! Here they come! The Big Four! Such a mixture of colors was never seen. These end men should have been called Heinz’s own fifty-seven varieties, for surely that was what they were. Miss Bedelia, who was sweet Jane Hixon in disguise, was a dignified “cullud lady” with a lorgnette made of spectacles and knitting needle and seemed horrified at the hubbub. Fidelio, who was really Nina Faris, and a quiet, studious girl at that, had difficulty in keeping up with her tall partner. Caliope, alias Marian Lee, was indeed clever with her huge green bows. Last, but certainly not least, was Cleopastry. She was heard or she knew the reason why. And who did you guess it was? Louise Chapman, of course! But listen to those jokes they are cracking, and now listen to that audience. How could anyone, even he with the most chronic case of peevishness, keep from smiling—yes, and even letting out a hearty laugh. The instant Miss Cleopastry even thought of speaking the whole room was in an uproar. No one was missed when the jokes had once begun, and one could see perfect satisfaction on the face of him upon whom a joke was told. Surely it was w'orth the price of admission to know the whole world knew' you were important enough to have a joke played on you. ‘‘Liberty Bell,” “Long, Long, Trail,” and a “Ragtime Medley,” w'ere sung by the chorus. Juanita Watt sang “Little Puff of Smoke,” much to the delight of the audience. The second part of the program wras opened by Glendora Webb singing a selection from “Leave It to Jane.” Following this came a scene from the “Follies of 1917,” in wdiich Helen Carter was “Chu Chin Chow.” This, too, was delightful with the girls dressed in Japanese kimonas cf different shades. Juanita Watt sang again, this time giving a part from the “Story Book Ball.” Dorothy Walter, dressed in a dancing frock of lavender tulle, w’as charming as she gave her exhibition of fancy steps. Vivian Akers, dressed as an old-fashioned girl, sang “Sw’eet Babette,” wdiich was clever, to say the least. Following these specialties a patriotic medley was sung in which all the performers of the evening took part. Gertrude Epstein read, “When the Boys Come Home,” with Neva Gish, dressed as Uncle Sam, and Vida Morrison, as Liberty, at her side. This surely was a fitting climax to the minstrel show end. Everyone present was thankful that there was such a thing as a Girl’s Student Club to make one happy. Page Sixty-three Junior'Senior Banquet ”Si! down and feed and welcome to our table” Much Ado About Nothing. MENU RELISH OLIVES RADISHES MARMALADE ’Tis nothink' when you are used to it.” Swift. DINNER CREAMED CHICKEN IN PATTY SHELLS “A loaf of bread, the walrus said—is what we chiefly need. SALAD SPRING FRUIT SALAD WAFERS A cheap and wholesome salad from the brook. —Cowper. DESSERT STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE WITH WHIPPED CREAM Give us the luxuries of life and we will dispense with the necessities. - Motley. COFFEE MINTS Water with berries in it. - The Tempest. PROGRAM Cheer Song Madeline Pickard, Accompanist Marion Coolley, Toastmaster To Danville High, the School We Love Solo _____ We’ll Glorify Our Alma Mater Solo “Cheer, Cheer, the Gang’s All Here Violin Duet We’re Ready to Fight Ukalele Quartet We Are a Jolly Student Band Mine Pies (reading) And When Our H. S. Days Are Oe’r Ukalele Quartet • Extempore Toasts: John Speakman Elmer Olson Tom McLean Edna Sackett Madeline Lawrence Juanita Watt Fidelio Roseman Dwight Muncie, Roy Little _ John Funk Mr. Baer Vivian Akers Mr. Randle Miss Brown Charles Downs Page Sixty-four Mr. Pifer mam nn the venMiuori SguiRktL F60 Jirreni OH � li'RO'T HCP. RAH rout, net. wh nr 9 H£Ltrt dn MO! MOT ABIT A G Ai N He ne “The Why and the Wherefore'1 Message to the Succeeding Staff In editing this volume the present staff have learned a thing or two. We think ourselves competent to give those who succeed us a word of advice. Certain departments have been dictated by precedent. In the main, we have submitted to this. In a few instances we have broken away from it. We advise you of the coming staff to steer your own boat and throw precedent to the winds as far as it can be safely done. We advise you to jump right into the work as soon as September comes around. Stand by the guns and keep them steadily firing till the book is out. Never let up for a minute! That’s the way to do it right. Here’s another point: We have tried to give a literary tone to the book. It is a good plan. Follow it. Now that we have spoken to the staff to come we would speak to the world. We of the staff wish to acknowledge the assistance given by Mr. Lewis as adviser, and express our gratitude. He has had ever ready a kindly word of advice and has truly been an inspiration to “the workers.” Further, we desire to thank heartily those who have in any way contributed to the success of the staff. We are unable to recognize them individually, but thank them as a whole. A word about the book! We have not been able to put in as many pictures as we desired for lack of funds. We have consolidated matters wherever possible and have gone the limit. We could do no more. Again we thank the contributors and we wish those who take up our task success in every form! The Editor. A Thing or Two to Think About Here is the department of the “Whys,” or better yet, the little spurs in the flanks of progress. Win NOT GIVE THE DEBATERS SOME INSIGNIA OF MERIT AND REWARD? They work as hard as the athletes. They win fame for the school, and in those fields for whose advancement this school was primarily founded. Here we have builded the foundation of a department of petition for the students. Let those who follow us continue the good work. The Editor. Paye Sixty-six Downs Brcdchoft Graves Rouse The Art Staff The art editorship of the Medley is an office of the past. We have outgrown it, that is, we have supplanted it with a better system. We now have a staff under the direction of the editor-in-chief. Monopoly in this work means stagnation. The system instituted this year creates a friendly rivalry and the results are undoubtedly better. This year’s staff is composed of the four “pen-wielders” above. They have been faithful in their work and diligent as the drawings prove. Those connected with the Medley give them the “Hurrah” with a will. We have tried, and with success, we believe, to divide the work equally among those composing the staff. Thus the honors are shared and the cup of glory passed around. We feel that there has never before been more originality of conception displayed than by the artists this year. The variety of the work ranging from Shakespeare to “Snake Oil Agents,” attest? their versatility. We hope that the system introduced in compiling this Annual will be continued; and that the editorial staff of next year will be enabled to illustrate the book even more profusely than we of this year were permitted. High School Orchestra The orchestra met this year, and, although some lively rehearsals were held, nothing definite was accomplished, at least, not enough that a program could be given. With Miss Brown as adviser and a faithful few to set the ball rolling, Danville High can look for something better next year. Everyone in school who can play an instrument is exhorted to come out, because that was “the” reason why the orchestra, which had such a future last year, suffered a lapse. If you are a musician, you owe it to your school to come out and help boost music as well as any other activity in D. H. S. Page Sixty-nine Harrington Pavnc Carter Hole Girls’ StudentjClub Have you all seen the little cluster of ribbons worn by nearly every girl in school on Wednesday afternoon? Do you know what they mean? They mean that those girls are loyal members of the Girls’ Student Club. There are three colors in the badge and the pledge will explain it all. “Three colors form our Girls’ Club badge: The blue is for truth, you see; The green is for ever-abiding hope; The white is for purity.” The purpose of the club is to create, maintain, and extend, ideals of friendship, social service, loyalty, and patriotism; to discuss subjects of interest and helpfulness to girls; to instill in the heart of each a desire to gain and pass along the best things in life.” The meetings are held every Wednesday afternoon in the assembly room. We have five kinds of meetings: question-box, social, devotional, educational, and patriotic. Once a month a meeting of the officers, the chairmen of the principal committees, and the advisers, is held. These are called “Cabinet Page Seventy Meetings.” The plans for the club are discussed at this time. I have not time now to tell you of all our meetings, .but I shall mention a few. At the beginning of each semester an invitation meeting is held. Every girl in school is invited to join. A large white candle is lighted and placed in the center of a mirror. As each new girl joins, she is given a purpose card, the club colors, and a tiny white candle is placed by.the side of the larger one. The rays of the smaller candle symbolize the good and the helpfulness which she brings to the club and her school. At the first meeting of this kind, in September, seventy-six girls joined. Thirty-five joined at the second meeting, in February. Another meeting of interest is the “Mothers’ Meeting.” Every mother is invited and the meeting is held at the Y. W. C. A. The time when the fun comes in is at the “Krazy” meeting. Krazy is correct and a capital “K” at that! Words cannot describe these meetings. (Just to give you a hint, we sang the cheer song backwards one time.) We do not drop the meetings in the summer. Once a month the girls gather at the “Y. of the Woods” for a general good time. You have probably all heard of the Girls’ Club Christmas tree, but before I tell you of that, I must explain how we make the money we need for our Christmas party: The week before school opens in September, the Teachers’ Institute is held in the Washington school. A luncheon is served every noon for the teachers by the Girls’ Club. Last September $96 was cleared. Another way we make our money must not be forgotten. That is the Minstrel Show! When the time comes, both boys and girls, even the “grown-ups,” help to make this a success. This year $165 was made. Now the question is what does become of all the money? I will tell you: The day before Christmas the club gives a party at the Y. W. C. A. for one hundred little poor children. Each child is given a basket full of playthings as well as useful things, and is entertained in the best way possible. I can assure you that it not only helps along the Christmas for the children, but it also adds to the spirit of the girls behind the movement, simply because they have done something for somebody else. We have ome play along with our work. We have our annual “Kid” party, when everyone dresses like a six-year-old, ready to jump the rope, play bean-bag or hop-scotch. Last November, five delegates were sent to the State Conference at Springfield and this June we are hoping to send as many, if not more, to the Geneva Conference. 1 have not mentioned war work yet, but do not believe it is forgotten, for indeed it is not. The girls bring their knitting each meeting and do not waste a minute. We have made socks, wristlets, helmets, sweaters, and blankets. Besides, knitted blankets, two have been made by sewing tailors’ samples together. Every Tuesday a large surgical dressing class meets at the library. This class has made a splendid record. During the Liberty Loan campaign the club bought a Liberty Bond. Ten dollars was given to the Y. W. C. A. War Fund. When everyone else was adopting a French orphan the club could not be a slacker and so they have an orphan, too. A campaign for the Patriotic League was conducted during the first week in March and the membership was raised to three hundred and ten girls. The year ’17-’18 boasts an unusually large membership, three hundred and forty-one in all, and it has been a year of unusual activity. Long live the Girls’ Club of D. H. S.! Mary Payne. Page Seventy-one The Maroon and White in 1918 Some eleven years ago, a few of the youth of Danville High were imbued with the desire to dabble in that mysterious pond known as “Printer’s Ink.” This germ of idea was born, has grown, and thriven, hrom this embryo, there has emerged “The Maroon and White,” a monthly magazine of no mean merit, published by and for the students of Danville High to and in promoting their ideals and interests. And so, each year, the work was “carried on” by a new group of journalists, each one filled with the zeal to surpass his predecessor and make a better paper. In the beginning no great attention was paid to quantity, quality being the objective. Improvement has. as a result, characterized each annual endeavor. As a consequence, eleven years’ growth of such a stimulating nature finds the paper in a period of lusty youth, spirited and fresh. In 1917-T8, “The Maroon and White” has been a monthly event, appearing with even more than its usual splendor. 80 much for the paper, now for those who make the paper a possibility, who garner the ideas from the ethereal, vaporous atmosphere and make them over into gems of wisdom in black and white. In the spring of 1911 when that black cloud of war began to loom up ominously upon the horizon the time arrived when a new staff must be chosen. In point of view of both executive and literary ability, there was but one choice. This one man alone was pre-eminently fitted for the responsibility. Edward Lesch, a sterling student, was the one upon whom the choice fell. But there was yet a greater responsibility than this upon his shoulders, that being his duty as a soldier of the United States. Before answering the call, he. in conjunction with the new staff, and ably assisted by the printer, produced the May. 191 , number. Battery “A, his organization, entrained for Chicago a few weeks after. I bus 1 ate left the Maroon and White’ without a pilot, or guide, to steer its course. The “good ship” was far from being on the rocks, however, and the Goddess “Luck” singled Charles Downs for the job—and what is more wonderful, with the aid of the staff, the paper has lived THE CROWD. Business Manager . Assistant Business Manager _ _ Circulation Manager _ Assistant Editor - - _ _ Literary Editor _ News Editor . Assistant News Editor Exchanges . Athletic Editor . Art Editor _ Assistant Art Editor . Humorous Editor . Assistant Humorous Editor Alumni Editor . Earty in the publication year a standard Clifford C. Keslar Walter Dye Roy “F.” Little Helen Partlow Edna K. Sackett Thomas A. McLean - Beaulah Olmstead Keith Finley John Funk Lucille Bredehoft Stewart Rouse Beatrice Huber Xaydean Phillips Miss Etna K. Robey paper of thirty-two pages was chosen. , . . ., , „ - —---------- —«— — ------------------------ «� cnwsen. New rats, fj™7 ' ' “ High was presented, in October, with a fith-de sed football number, followed by a Hoover, a Christmas, a New Years, and a Faraitv issue each to ts respective month. the � «« To an of its patrons and subscribers, the Maroon and White'’’ also wishes the “best of Luck.- That, we hope, tells the story. C “H “ D “Yk EiC” ffyge Scoctoty-bM w MAROON AND WHITE STAFF Page Seventy-three The Treasury Staff The Treasury Staff is composed of students in commercial subjects who handle the books of every organization in the school. The work consists in making reports of conditions of these organizations; to handle ticket sales; to care for anything involving the finance of any organization. Much of these people’s spare time is taken up by their splendid work. This year, besides the routine of work which was the largest so far, they sold war stamps and handled Red Cross membership and other functions to help win the war. The amount of money handled this year was treble that of any former year. This system was installed through the efforts of Mr. A. L. Loring in 1914. The staff this year is to be commended for its efficient work, for which little or nothing is received but the office experience. MEMBERS. Treasurer _ Karl Saxon President Financial Board . James Dallas Assistants. Page Seventy-four Paul Roberts Louise Lesch Joe Payne Helen North Mildred Freese Robert Hackett The Finance Board The Finance Board is a committee of the treasurers of every organization in the school. Its function is to oversee and appoint the members of the Treasury Staff. Also meetings are held wherein the reports as to the amount of dues and how the finances of each organization in the school is progressing are presented. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Auditor James R. Dallas Cecil Adams -Walter Dye Karl Saxon Dan Lewis OFFICERS OF THE BOARD. Page Seventy-five The Girls’ Glee Club The Girls’ Glee Club, under the supervision of Miss I.ewman, organized with a splendid group of girls. Mabel Graves was elected president, and Genevieve Haworth, secretary-treasurer. Ann Funk later succeeded Mabel Graves as president. The Glee Club has done splendid work this year. It furnished music for the reception of the eijjhth graders. The work of leading in assembly programs has been appreciated. In April a program is to be given in the assembly. The Glee Club will furnish the music for this year's commencement exercises. It is truly regrettable that the County Contest in music was not held this year that the girls might give a good account of their ability and of the training they have received. This organization, one of the most zealous and energetic in the school, looks forward to a prosper-ous year in ’18-’19. nage Seventy-six Page Seventy-seven FOREWORD WAKE! Rejoice! Ye Hosts below; Ye skeletons sigh; quake your sheeted bones! O, Death! toll out your joyful knell! Sob, cboke, ye cursed souls, and in your Tortured groans, rejoice. For unto you is given this day Geometry, Faculty, and things, which For aye, have troubled our minds into Deconcentration. No foul smothered secret is left i’ the dark, And all their names have I but Hark! I hear my minions singing, sighing, “Welcome unto our Nation!” Page Seventy-eight “VENGEANCE IS MINE!” saith Muncie. Keep it in mind that this department is essentially founded on the truth. Of course the truth hurts—but we told you to come around and “see” us. Why, lots of 'em got off with a quarter! But you POOR dubs, you'll get yours. WE KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. Mr. Hart, illustrating lever of second class: “You've all seen these here—ah—these here—ah —a—bon-bon grabbers, haven't you?” —Yes, they're su'thin' o' that nature, Mr. Hart— “BLESS THEM THAT CURSE YOU” “Doc” Coolley cam here to bluff. Ha, ha, the bluffing o’t. Those were the days when Munch was gruff. Ha, ha, the bluffing o't. Munch let his wrath to rise fu' high, Looked perturbed and made his lips to quiver, Gart poor “Doc” to stand and shiver. Ha, ha, the bluffing o't. “Doc” he bluffed, and “Doc” he prayed, But Munch was deafer'n Roland Craig. “Doc” felt wrath in bone and limb. And his eyes took on a bloody rim; He spak quite hard o' “nuts” like him. Munch didn't wait for his wrath to tide, But scathed “Doc” up and down his side. Ha, ha, the bluffing o't. Suddenly “Doc” let his wrath subside, And now the rules he doth abide. Ha, ha, ye canna beat it! “Laugh and the world laughs with you, Snore and you sleep alone!” —Pifer's Pillcase Papers. WHICH GOES TO PROVE YOU CAN’T KEEP A GOOD MAN DOWN. Miss Hawkins: “Edward, define circle.” Ed. Cannady: “A circle is a portion of a plane, bounded by two sides and---- Miss Hawkins: “Which two sides, Edward?” Edward: “Inside and outside!” PATHOS—EXPRESSION. “Ef you want a set of false teeth, jest kick a bulldog.” —Pifer's Pillcase Papers. Physics 2—Mr. Hart: “Apparatus—horse- shoe magnet, cord—” Helen Partlow: “I didn’t understand the last.” Mr. Hart: “C-O-R-D, string.” (Roars of laughter). Mr. Hart, dryly: “That's a goo' deal like the story of the man who said The s in cats is silent, like in fish! ’ Wasn't that a stunner? Everyone laughed. Why? Either, they were afraid to reveal their lack of humor, or they didn't have any more sense. I wasn't there. Mr. Pifer on the moth: “What is that insect which in the cool evening flies around sucking—?” C. Kesler: “Muskeeter!” Mr. Pifer: “Huh, huh, I'd say mosquitoes were cannibals. Huh, huh, they feed on flesh.” CORRECT. HENRY! George Strader, reading in the “Deserted Village”: “Sweet Auburn.” He became ghastly when on lifting his eyes he saw two other pairs upon Helen!—Names on request. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. “I'll tell you it's jest ‘plumb slovenly' not to have a right hand margin.” —Pifer's Pillcase Papers. Just listen to Edna K. Sackett read: “---------my, jo, John.” Johnny, you're a lucky bye, say we! “In” onion there is strength.” (Note—We had to have something to feet! these conservatives). Page Seventy-nine FAMOUS STUDENT DRINK. Funk, habitual drinker, says: “For years I have enjoyed this beverage. It has served wonderfully to prolong my student life.” —Brewed by Faculty Co. Forms of fat men all remind us We can with flesh our bones entwine, And departing leave behind us. Lard and cracklings anytime. THE MISER. Half a buck! Half a buck! Half a buck onward! Onward to six bits The wallet expanded! Fischer to the right of them, Leseure’s to the left of them, Plead and demanded. Onward, still onward, The wallet expanded. REMARKABLE REMARKS. Mrs. Meeks: “The mule is a cousin to the horse.” Miss Cleverdon: “Now, I’ll open a window, and throw you all out of the building, if you don’t do just what I tell you!” Herschel Dickerson: (We don’t remember any specific saying of his, but his general gabble reminds us of “the loud laugh that spoke the va?ant mind.”) Baer: “I don’t want to be arbitrary, but—” Olson: “If we had some buns we’d have some ham sandwiches if we had some ham.” I took her out in my new canoe, As the summer’s day toward evening drew— A wooing, bashful lover. I kissed her on her lips divine, And asked her softly to be mine— Then the durned old boat turned over! —Pifer’s Pillcase Papers. O, MISS ROBEY, A PUN, A PUN! Speakman: Moses, brooding over his wine cup, petulantly mumbles, “Some say these here books are the offspring of inebriation, but it’s only a pint-I-took!” D. Ellet: “Say, Kes, why is your hat like the courthouse?” C. Kesler: “-------fino!” D. Ellet: “Because it covers a block!” “AND FOR THAT REASON—” “Cheap stuff,” say we. Sounds like a small town orator, or a kindergarten student in logic. Sister phrase to “my first point is-” NATURALLY-------- This is a warning. Either do not fall in love, or do not talk in your sleep. The wild and valiant “Shep” hath unwittingly revealed himself as to his connection with certain young ladies of the school. One certain young lady in particular. It is said that after the frightful bullet entered his pedular implement, the unfortunate “Shep” fainted, and was carried to the house in a dead stupor. In due time a party of young ladies came to minister unto him. Now, while Elizabeth was in the room, the wounded suddenly yelled in tones of delirium, “O, Libet, Libet, Libet, come---- -------- ” (he ended in a gurgling moan). Don’t be hard on her, now. Of course she answered “What?”—maybe she added something in the way of pity—we won’t say for sure. The sick man said, “Wilt thou-----” (again into the realms of poppy juice). She “wilted.” And it is reported that from that minute onward the wounded began to grow stronger. r Page Eighty STEADY, BROTHER, STEADY! THE BEARS. Lamont has kissed his girl. Boy, we told you to quit reading that nutty stuff. For ages Lamont has been the ideal man of the school—and now this has happened! All we are able to say is: “Who’d a tho’t it?” The sacred details so dear to us all ' are here omitted, but those wishing to know them can apply to Mr. Pifer’s for Lamont’s theme on love, which he privately assured us is an exact pen picture. . If this one has fallen, “who then, can be saved?” (Note—Please don’t kid him, fellows; he’s so easily embarrassed). WHY, MISS MILLER! German 3, Immensee. Hayden is reading and comes to the expression, “Silber hell.” Of course he is shocked, and looks hopefully, painfully, at Miss Miller. “Why, Miss Miller—a—ah—I--------- ” (He is SO embarrassed.) “O, go on, Hayden, you can surely read this passage,” He seeks the greased route—we mean, he tries to SLIDE over it: “Silber hale—er—hall—er—.” (Sorry, old boy, too much friction.) Miss Miller (truthfully) : “Why, Hayden, that’s hell!” Note: Much as we hate to be arbitrary, we consider it our duty to bring clearly before the public the injustice of the law—forced to come to school, but to be tainted and imperilled by—I won’t say swearing teachers—but such expressions as above. Reflections: “Aw, say, Miss Miller, we’re just funnin’.” THE QUESTION OF THE AGES. “When the world’s last picture is painted,” When the last coquette in her escorts arms has fainted, What, then, will be amusing? When Mr. Baer stays out at night, Must he, we’d like to know, For absence from domestic life, A cunning white slip show? No—for We bet his wife, “as a last recourse,’ Does him as he does you— Listens still, then matter of course, Soaks you with a blue. THE EDITORS’ HOPE. “Cowards die many times before their death; the valiant taste of death but once.” GREETINGS. Frank Thompson: “Hi, there.” Mr. Hart: “Hi, gents” Johnny Speakman: “Hello, you dodblasted kickaboo.” Miss Hawkins: “Good morning, boys.” Tom McClean: “Hello, men.” Roy Little: “Hello, men.” Webb: “Hot dogs, Charlie. Hi gang.” Grimes: “Hello, deh Bo-oy” (black style). Watson: “Let’s have a game of pool.” Olson: “Played Watson last night and he skinned me clean.” Page Eighty-one Watson in the Lyons' Den Now had it befallen that the millenium prevailed in Danville and its environs. Therefore had the ghastly deeds of violence ceased and the vast halls of iniquity stood untenanted. Still did one turbulent spirit remain. His iniquity was profound, and the fame of his evil deeds spread abroad in all lands and was like unto that of Nero. This one was Watson, the son of Ben Watson. His wickedness was of a type intangible so that the law could find no means by which to lay hold upon him. Then all the chief men of the city, Mayor Rearick and Attorney John Lewman and Chief Walker counselled together that they might force him to reveal the latent and covert sin which they well knew lurked in his black breast. They counselled together and decided thus: “We must bring him into contact with associa- tions of by-gone days. Let us, therefore, decoy him to Lyons. Only in this way can we lay hold on him. And so it was that Watson was decoyed to Lyons and found himself seated amid the scenes of past days. The bottles, limitless in number, were on the table before him. Jazzy music crept from an unknown source and whispered to his heart of the joys that were gone. A wild hilarity seized upon him. He grasped the bottles and emptied them one by one. Wilder and wilder grew the tumult in his breast. The forms of wild women arose from the foam in his stomach and crept into his brain. His wildness grew apace. He grasped in vain endearment the table legs and poured forth incoherent mumblings. He danced over the floor reckless gyriations. He pleaded for his cronies to come from the shadows which his befuddled brain saw surrounding them. Now wrath gripped him. He hurled chairs in every direction. The pandemonium grew! I inally it reached the ears of the listening chief men of the city. Wild cries and maddest expostulations arose from the desolate suburb. Toward dawn, as the clamor grew apace, Mayor Rearick stood upon the court house and shouted through a megaphone: “O, Watson, have thy’gods protected thee? Is thy reserve yet unbroken?” A wild cry of despair was the answer and the tumult increased appreciably. O, Walker! cried the Mayor, 1 send for the chariot and bring him to our greystone palace. There may he be our guest.” Soon the tumult subsided and the Lyons’ den was left to desolate darkness as Watson was borne to confinement. All the fiends of Hades groaned, “Watson, the Great, has fallen—smitten is our idol.” Here endeth the tale of Watson in the Lyons’ den.—Medley XV_______82. Purjc Eighty-two “Over The Top” A lecture by the now renowned Russell Duffin, M. M. (Master of Metaphor), B. P. (Bachelor of Pathos), or by a permissable rearrangement, “Pathetic Bachelor.” Mr. Walter Stellner, famous pugilist, introduces the speaker: “Fellow slaves and brother minions, I am seized with a terrible mellowcholic this eve as I reflect with what vilesissydudes man has reached the high plain of culture and refinery which he now occupies. And as the years go rolling down the ever-steepening hill of time heroes arise from the horrible abscess of medioaktree and bominate the minds of men. Such a gauntlet and noble man is with us tonight. O, friends, I have known him for years and my tongue stammers in attempting to describe his virtues. My soul walks, canters, and gallops with enthusiasm. O, in the language of the poet, “Horse de combat—e plumeris unum!” (A committee composed of Muncie, Speakman, and Downs, after careful philological research, have at last translated these runic words. By a trick of metonomy: “horse” and “bridle”—the first phrase is “bridle your strife,” and the latter resolves itself into, “Ye plumbers union.” Aha! We have it! “Bridle your strife, ye plumbers union.” The committee make no comment as to the appropriateness of the phrase!) “Comrades, Mr. Duffin will lecture on, “Over the top,” or his experiences with tyranny. McKinley and Garfield suffered martyrdom but once, while this man has thrice endured the agonies of suspense (ion). Let me say one parting word, friends, one admonitory word, ears may be stopped and souls may become wearied and bricks may himward fly, but Duffin’s tongue goes on forever. (Applause.) Duffin arises and empties a glass down his neck “with the sound of many waters.” “Ladies and Gentlemen: I wish, first, to most heartily express my thanks for the reception I have received, and to remark that the economies upon me are highly stretched, though I admit my soul has been thereby bathed in palm-olive ecstacy. In the words of the poet: ‘The tail of the sarpint is over us all “But now let me launch my ship of loquacity upon the trembling waters of your souls. I was not always thus, ‘A savage chief of savage men a candy butcher. No! No! Once I heard no harsher tone than the voice of the little girl next door. Behold me now! In the language of the poet, the awful Byron: ‘The butt of tyranny I stand, Crownless and voiceless in my childless woe; The withered brain within my empty head, Whose mighty power was shattered long ago “No, it is not for myself alone that I speak. Oh, no! Fellow citizens, give me your ears for my friend. Oh, now you remember Stan Speirs. O, if I had the gift of eloquence I would make even women speak. Yes, friends, and look here at his coat which you all do well remember. Oh, well I remember when first he tried it on. ’ Twas down to Ries-Straus’, and they promised him a dollar neck tie with it. (Ask Kesler about it.) Page Eighty-three “In the language of Shakespeare, between whom and my friend there existed a bond of intellectual sympathy and I suspect a blood relation: ‘Perceive the similarity—Shakespeare and Stanspears. The corrupting influences which words much undergo easily explain the discrepancy. In the language of the poet—• “Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.” (Ed. Comment—“His head, of nothing.”) “But let us go on! ‘Hysterica passio!’ I pass over the hysteria. (The philo. committee have set last found this phrase in King Lear. They are puzzled by Mr. Duffin’s translation.) Mr. Baer says I am a villain, and Mr. Baer is an honorable man. He has subjected me to suspense (ion). He says my attitude is not right. And he is an honorable man. I lift my voice against him. Pore Hercules! as the Romans cussed. I ope my inflammatory jaws and dart out my vituperative tongue. He is--------- ah—a glub—glub—ugh—ugh—a—” (Falls on the floor. Tender outbursts of sympathy from the girls.) ' Mr. Stellner: “Ladies and Gents: I regret to announce that Mr. Duflin has burst a blood vessel in his head. Of course if Mr. IVs head were reasonably filled with brains the incident would occasion no discomfiture to him. As it is the hollowness of his head permitted a tremendous flow of blood and we regret to say he will be unable to continue.” (Weeping in audience.) Ed. Note: We regret the accident very much for two reasons: First, more space might have been filled, and second, you would have been entertained. As it was we do not believe Mr. Duflin reached the topic of his speech, “Over the Top.” We heard the details from the sick man’s lips and wrote up a pretty account of the affair, but it was censored. If you wish to know Duffin’s exciting adventures in “No Man’s Land” (the office), how he went “over the top” and bearded the “tyrant in his den and how Mr. Baer’s life was saved only by the timely intervention of Margaret Werner, the details may be had from Muncie, Speakman, or Downs. (Thrill reporters.) Chronicle of Sir Kenneth, The Unknown Knight “Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.” Otherwise, the ignominious failure of Kenneth Foster as a “lady’s man.” Don t you know him, girls? Behold him in his six-foot-two majesty—as wonderful an assortment of bones, beef and “the skin you love to touch,” as the world has yet beheld. Behold Kenneth, behold the bart-tender. (It’s on his upper lip, girls.) But now to our tale: Kenneth came down from the frozen North (1200 block on Walnut), bent on conquest, on the conquest of Eve’s flesh of every type. O, Barney! He had all the old-time braggadocio—“You just watch me,” “wait till I get there,” “then you’ll see what I’ll do,” etc. He vaunted his seductive powers in our faces. He was going to take in the feminine world just like Caesar and a few more of the big boys. But_ Where are the victims of your blandishments, Kenneth ? Trot out your harem, boy, and let us look it over. What! You haven’t any seraglio, any following of submissive fair ones? Well_ Bah. Boys, he s a fake. He thought he’d leap into the feminine hearts like a gladiator in the arena, but he’s just like the rest of us; he has to creep in like a snail. Page Eighty-four Page Eighty-five OFFICERS FOR TWO SEMESTERS. Top Row, left to right—Rearick, Speakman, Leonard, Mr. Pifer, Miss Sandeson, Stellner, Moore, powns. Bottom Row, left to right—Burke, Akers, McConnell, Sackett, O’Connell, Olson. Wranglers Club A club which strives, first, to benefit the school, and second, to help its own members is an ideal organization. Of such a nature are the two attained purposes and ambitions of the Wranglers’ society. At last there is spreading through the student body, so long silent to the appeals for recognition, sounded from time to time from the assembly platform, the realization that the little ignored debating society really does possess no small measure of talent. The school seemed surprised that the Wranglers should secure seven of the eight possible places on the debating teams, and astonished that it should defeat the champion debating school of three states. But when Truth gets a hearing, when the facts regarding this silent working machine come out from the tangled mass of false testimony, and critical and political opinion, their course will be found to lead directly to the highest plane on which lie the facttors which make an ideal school. Under the guidance of our advisers, Miss Sandeson and Mr. Pifer, our eight years of existence have been profitable and triumphant. Success has attended every undertaking, whether social or business. A few of our best members leave us this year-; but we have great hopes for next semester. Whatever happens, our spirit and action may be pictured in the following verse: “Thus drifting afar to the dim vaulted caves Where life and its ventures are laid, The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves, May see us in sunshine or shade; But true to our course, though our shadow grow dark We’ll trim our broad sail as before, And stand by the rudder, that governs the bark, Nor ask how we look from the shore.” Page Eighty-six Oratory in D. H. S. The broken shackles have fallen. The tongue is loosened; the weak knees strengthened. By ceaseless work and persistence the orators of Danville have developed their powers. And the development of the individuals has marked the progress of quality in D. H. S. oratory. Four years ago when Ralph Rouse broke the tradition of the inferiority of Danville Public Speakers, the race for recognition by other schools as well as for a silver loving cup began. Mr. Rouse's oration on “Christianity, the World Power,” secured him a gold medal and established our first claim to the cup we now possess. From that year on down to 1918 our speakers have built a repur tation which has spread over all the state. The next year, in 1916, Raleigh Burk, a young sophomore, gained first place at the County Meet, and the second lap of our race was finished. On the same day Madeline Lawrence won second place. Another year passed, during which our young speakers were developing their abilities for later contests. The year of 1917 saw the production of a powerful orator who swayed the judges to a unanimous decision in his favor for the attainment of our final success in winning the prized cup. Edward Lesch won first place. Also, he took first in composition in the State District, but arrived too late to deliver. Thus it was that this race was ended; but Danville was preparing to enter another such run for glory in 1918. Not only had she planned to win the County, but also to send representatives to the Paxton and Charleston contests in Public Speaking. Word came, however, that the County and Charleston meets were to be cancelled; and all preparation for them was dropped and the work of the whole school concentrated on the District Oratorical Contest at Paxton. Fifty students wrote orations, which were submitted to a committee. Those of Madeline Lawrence, Raleigh Burk, and Guy Burris placed in composition and thought. On March 21, Madeline Lawrence and Raleigh Burk delivered their productions and were judged. Although Miss Lawrence surpassed Mr. Burk in composition, still his superior delivery enabled him to win in the finals by a narrow margin of three points. But one conclusion can be drawn from these facts. The once narrow path of progress in oratory has broadened until it no longer is a trail. It has become a wide and open plain. Page Eighty-seven The Affirmative Resolved: That the U. S. Government should adopt ownership and operation of the coal mines as a permanent policy. Seldom has a larger, more enthusiastic audience greeted the “triangular” debaters than on January 19. The Danville High School team, the affirmative, had worked under Miss Sandeson’s direction and was splendidly trained. They were experienced speakers, John Speakman having represented the school last year at Danville and the year before at Lafayette; Raleigh Burk having debated here last year; and Madeline Lawrence having represented the school in oratory. The argument was begun by Madeline Lawrence, continued by John Speakman, and closed by Raleigh Burk. The statement of the terms of the question was clear, the arguments were convincing, the manner and delivery of each speaker pleasing and forceful. The team work was excellent; there was no duplication of points, no anti-climax in proofs, and each member succeeded in convincing his hearers by emphasizing his own points. Many who have attended the debates from year to year felt that the rebuttal was never given better by Danville High School. It was given by John Speakman. It was complete, convincing, and, judged from debating standards, really artistic. Perhaps everyone present would have given unanimously. It was a great event in D. H. S. Page Eighty-eight his vote to the affirmative team, as the judges did —G. P„ ’01. McLean Dallas Olson Kcarick The Negative We wish that our negative team which went to Urbana could have brought back as good a decision as the one that remained at home; but, nevertheless, they did noble work. To lose hard is no disgrace. The members of the team were alive from the beginning to the end of the debate. In composition, they far surpassed their opponents, whose speeches were, at times, illiterate. In delivery, they were well matched. It was seen that the decision would be close; but the oratorical bombast of the affirmative turned the tide to Urbana. His rebuttal was without thought or real refutation; but carried the judges away with loud denunciation of Danville's argument. The system of but one rebuttal instead of three lost us again. The judge who voted for Danville is a Yale graduate and has his medal in debating. He said that it was a clear case for Danville—and he ought to know. However, the decision was rendered and can't be changed. All we can say is that the boys did not work in vain. Leo Burk. Pape Eighty-nine The Debaters “Poeta Naaeitur; Orator Fit.” The Affirmative Team Both in presentation and in argument every member of the affirmative team contributed to make it a thoroughly successful one. MADELINE LAWRENCE. With many competitors for a place upon the debating teams, Madeline easily gained one of the highest. Her successful experience in all fields of literary activity—constructive writing, oratory, and declamation—combined with a natural ability as a debater, makes her an able, pleasing, and effective speaker. Her debating ability was never better shown than when in the Triangular Debate she so clearly outlined the question and laid the foundation for the whole argument that she won the audience’s whole-hearted approval. JOHN SPEAKMAN. A record of having helped produce three winning debating teams during his three years’ participation in debates, is in itself proof of his ability. In the contest with Decatur his well-written, logically-developed, and effectively delivered analysis of the question, followed by one of the most powerful rebuttals ever given from the Danville rostrum, was a fitting conclusion to the High School debating career of one of Danville’s best speakers. RALEIGH BURK. One who possesses a fortunate combination of keen analysis and a convincing earnestness could not fail to make an effective debater. Two successful years on the debating team and an excellent record in other fields, oratory and declamation, show that he measures up to the best. Raleigh convinces one in his debates; we believe even the Sphinx would cast a vote in his favor were he—or she—permitted to listen to one of the arguments. Loyalty and a willingness to do all he can for Danville High adds to our appreciation of his ability. Ruth Sandeson. The Negative Team The negative team, although they did not win the debate, made such a good appearance that they received many compliments from the Urbana people. They showed to the students of Urbana what standard of work Danville High maintains. _ Tom McLean, the first speaker for the negative team, debated against Paris High School last year, and did his part in winning a unanimous decision for Danville High at that time. He deserves a great deal of praise in opening the debate at Urbana in such an interesting way, for he held the attention of his audience from first to last. I Pi ancis Rcarick received his first initiation into interscholastic debating at Urbana this year. As second speaker for his team he had a good store of interesting facts and figures that the affirmative team found difficulty in rebutting. Francis is a good, distinct speaker, one for whom we predict a bright future in debating and effective speaking for D. H. S. Elmer Olson, the third speaker, was a participant in the triangular debate this year for the first time, although he has been a debater of no small note in the Wranglers Club for two or three years. He gave the rebuttal speech for the negative. Elmer is an excellent speaker and presented his argument in a masterful way. His name, “The silver-tongued orator of D. H. S.,” has been well chosen. Harry C. Pifer. Page Ninety Our Coaches Debating in D. H. S. is well on its way to success. In the fall of 1916 Mr. Converse and Mr. Schwartz of the High School faculty, fanned the spark of interest that was to grow into the bright fire of success in public speaking. The spark showed life and developed into a small conflagration which burned steadily throughout the school year. Then for three months during the summer vacation, it burned low, smouldered, and became scattered. Only a few obscure, smoking brands remained as a starter for the year of 1917. But at the beginning of school in September there came to Danville two energetic teachers who became our coaches, stepped into the positions formerly occupied by Mr. Converse and Mr. Schwartz, and willingly took upon themselves the task of collecting the old remnants and of nursing the former fire back to life. These persons were Miss Sandeson and Mr. Pifer. The three essentials of debating are ability, work, and guidance; and upon the nature and combination of these three elements depends not only the immediate result of the debate, but also the degree of final success or failure in public speaking. Under the efficient guidance of their two advisers, the six members of the debasing teams worked diligently and unceasingly until they acquired the necessary ability. Thus, our advisers gave them all three essentials. They required the members to work. This work, along with excellent advice, gave them ability; and of course the guidance was altogether furnished by the coaches. These three factors combined won victory for Danville. Such a noble contribution to the ever-ebbing tide of reputation, moving out from D. H. S., and spreading over the state, can only be appreciated when we realize that endless effort and enduring ability were the prices paid by these two coaches for victory. B. Burk. Page Ninety-one Evolution: U ntheorized Lives of Freshmen now remind us. When we, too, made our debut; How Time—Umpire of the Ages, Hath taken many—but left few! The shifting scenes of memory bring us, To the days of Sophomore play— Without goal—without effort, We threw this bootless time away. Forward strides the restless mind, Wakening Juniors, now we stand; Fruitless years now lie behind, Hope now futures a picture grand. Now', Seniors! “Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us, Foot-prints on the sands of time.” Dwight Mukcie. Page Ninety-four _ FRESHMEN Adams, Herschel Agan, Leon Alberts, Joseph Aldridge, Anna Alkire, Margaret Allison, Mildred Anderson, Alexander Anderson, Elizabeth Anderson, Ralph Andre, Camelia Anker, Rhea Anker, Madeline Armstrong, John Atwood, Dorothy Baker, Leroy Balsley, Mary Balsley, Regina Balsley, Reva Bartel, Fern Bathy, Beyers Baum, Hilda Beaver, Rhoda Bell, Cora Belton, Helen Bennett, Charles Best, Donald Best, Phyllis Bishop, Alice Blackford, Stella Blair, Gladys Blair, Henry Blankenburg, Elma Bond, Margaret Boon, Madge Bracewell, Dana Bradbury, Don Brady, Jane Brandenburger, Florence Brewer, Alberta Brinley, Donald Brown, Lucille Brown, Charles Buchele, Charles Buchele, Helen Bunting, Sarah Burnett, Verna Bushong, Isabel Bushong, Willit Cade, Claude Cantrell, Helen Carlson, Anna Carnahan, Noble Carson, Frank Castell, Josephine Carson, Wallace Castle, Don Champion, Constance Carson, Howard Chapman, Louise Christy, William Chester, Violet Chinn, Enola Chinn, Hazel Clapp, Frank Clark, Marie Clifford, Ferd Coffenberry, Victor Cofer, Mildred Cohn, Harriett Colberg, Harry Cole, Barbara Crawford, Marie Culp, Mabel Coleman, Fletcher Culkins, Edna Cundiff, Ruth Crawley, David Crowell, Fern Dague, Sarah Lou Dale, Addison Dale, Thomas Dallas, Helen Darnall, Jean Parnall. Sarah Davis, Katie Deck, Baxter Dietz, Carl Dove, James Droghn, John Dunning, Leroy Eagan, Robery Edwards, Alma Edwards, Pearl Eickhoff, Sophia Elliot, Maxine Elliot, Margaret Esslinger, Lucille Everhart, Ralph Faigle, Leona Fairchild, Zola Faith, Philip Faulkner, Louise Finkbiner, Charles Firebaugh, Edward Fissel, Harlan Flynn, Tom Foster, Keneth Fowler, Fred Franklin, Clarence Frazier, Mary Freeland, Ted Freeland, Thurl Freeman, Gene Frobose, Flossie Gaddie, Granville Gildersleeve, Eva Garinger, Ruth Geddes, Madison Gelwick, Corwin Gillum, John Gilliland, Ted Gish, Neva Glindmeier, Meryl Goings, Milliard Grant, Paul Gravat, Laverna Greenman, Meredith Hackney, Gladys Hackney, Frances Hahn, Madeline Hall, Thelma Hall, Doris Hall, Glecia Hamilton, Blanche Hammond, Lucile Page Ninety-five FRESHMEN (Continued) Hammond, Wave Hannum, Robert Hart, Garnet Haslett, Winfield Hawkins, Melvin Haworth, Dorothy Hecht, Catherine Hembry, Raymond Henley, Maybel Hepburn, Martin Hickman, Thelma High, Lois Hill, Sideria Hilliary, Zola Hilton, Harland Hixon, Jane Hinton, Grace Huffman, Rolland Holycross, Gladys Hopkins, Mae Houston, Isabell Hoffman, Kenneth Hughes, Surmantha Hunt, Cyril Hudson, Nathaniel Ingram, Ruby Jackson, Josephine Jackson, Violet James, Robert Jarvis, Fred Jenkins, Laura Jenkins, Mary Johnson, Robert Johnston, Verneniah Jones, Beatrice Jump, St. Clair Jump, Elvin Jump, Herbert Karnes, Gertrude Kagel, Ruby Keenan, Alphus Kepler, Opal Kerns, Floyd Kerby, Vanis Kieran, John Kieran, Genevieve Kimmel, Evelyn King, Theodore Kiningham, Samuel Kirkpatrick, Floyd Kinnamon, Ralph Kitchen, Mary Kittle, Ruby Knight, Maple LaBaw, Elburn Knox, Frances Krauel, Mable Lambert, Charles Lauer, Marie Lawrence, Bertha LeClair, Arthur Leach, Marion Lease, Harry Leisch, Arthur LeNeve, Margaret Leverenz, Ethel Leverenz, Florence Logan, Marie Long, Edward Longer, Harry Lynch, Ada McClure, Robert McDonald, Robert McClure, Russell McCune, Ruth Maberry, Mattie Madden, Helen Madden, Lorine Magruder, Marie Mahorney, Dale Mater, Harold Meeker, Helene Hielke, Hazel Moore, Orris Moore, Walter Morgan, Carl Morris, George Morris, Lucile Morrison, Veda Moorhouse, Dorothy Morrissey, John Morton, Margaret Myers, Stanley Mourer, Dean Natho, Frances Neal, Elmer Neff, Earl Newman, Harold North, Edith Norquist, Edna O’Connell, Irma Oelschlager, Paul Orvis, Geneva Osborn, Ferris Osborn, Sarah Peevler, Walter Pentecost, Elmer Perkins, Harriett Penn, Harold Phillips, Florence Phillips, Marion Phillips, Grace Pickard, Columbia Pitman, Aliene Popejoy, Ruth Pratt, Fern Rainier, McKee Raimer, John Reed, Garnet Reedy, Mary Reed, Louise Render, Nathaniel Richards, Ralph Rickerd, Hazel Ries, Helen Riley, Mamie Rindt, George Risser, Louise Robinson, Daniel Robison, Fred Ryan, Alice Ryan, Lucille Ryan, Margaret Ryan, Edwin Sadler, Louise Sadler, Helen Sandefer, Loran Sanford, Frances FRESHMEN (Continued) Saxon, Helen Schingle, Sylvia Scharlau, Elfa Rochow, Milda Schmidt, Pauline Schroeder, Lucile Schultz, Arthur Schwartz, Thomas Servies, Irene Sewart, Margaret Shaffer, Elizabeth Sheahan, Alice Shebat, Mary Shelato, Orville Shepard, Carl Shields, Holman Shields, Juanita Shoemaker, Dorothy Sibrel, Elizabeth Sinkhorn, Nellie Simcox, Minnie Sinkhorn, Fannie Six, Sylvia Smith, Marie Smith, John Smith, Percy Smoot, Edgar Smoot, Zola Snyder, Wesley Somers, Elizabeth Son, Melvin Soneson, Philip Songer, Eugene Spiers, Stanley Staple, Maud Stassart, Simone Stephenson, Cyril Stratman, Dan Stewart, Helen Sutton, Robert Swan, Chlorine Swift, Albert Swift, Harry Stuneson, Herbert Stephens, Robert Stratman, Edwin Swisher, Grace Sydenstricker, Francis Symons, George Strader, William Talbott, Roy Taylor, Curtis Thompson, Dorothy Thomas, Donald Thompson, Mary Thompson, Floyd Throckmorton, Helene Trenary, Bryant Trenary, Kenneth Tuggle. Thelma Tvler, Lucille VanAllen, Marian VanSickle, Cora Voigt, Gertrude Waite, Fred Wait, Smith Walker, John Watkins, Fern Watts, Victor Watkins, Marion Webber, John Webster, Elizabeth Weidman, Richard Werner, Elizabeth Werner, Ralph Wharram, Berneda Wheeler, Mary Whelan, Mary Whelan, Virginia White, Marion White, Wayne Whitfield, Edith May Wilkinson, Dorothy Williams, Helen Williamson, Emma Williams, Marguerite Wilson, Mabel Wilson, Martha Ann Winkler, John Wolfe, Loyal Wolfe, Urban Wolgamot, John Womack, Amos Wonderlin, Kenneth Woolsey, Carl Wright, Ercel Wright, Warren Woolsey, Wood Young, Thelma Youngblood, Margaret Young, Madeline Youngstafel, Wilhelmina Page Ninety-seven Faris. Pres. Watt Schoolcraft McCord. Vice-Pres. ' Hyatt The Sophomores Without a doubt, the class which entered in 1916 was as verdant as any freshman class that has ever entered D. H. S., but, if any one had foretold that many in that class were to become illustrious in less than two years, there would surely have been some cases of instantaneous asphyxia. The Sophs have been well represented in practically every organization in the school, and in all the outside activities. Members of this class have won laurels along the oratorical and debating lines, and others have become top-notch athletes. The Minstrel Show cast consisted lai-gely of Sophs. Then, too, it has been said that many plays of note are expected of the boys of this class during the coming baseball season. We are proud to say that the spirit of patriotism is uppermost in the minds of the Sophomores. One of our number is now at the front, and many other boys have shown their colors by being willing and ready to work on the farms. Some of the girls of the class have shown their patriotism by aiding in the Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. War Fund Campaigns. The parties have been few this year, but this is not regretted since the attitude is very much in keeping with the present crisis which confronts us. A Hallowe’en party was the most successful of the social events. Mr. Wakeley has been the faithful adviser of the class, and for this the Sophomores are very grateful. Juanita Watt. I’aye Ninety-eight CLASS ROLL Acton, Inez Finley, Card King, Joe Acton, Russell Flattery, Margaret Kirkpatrick, Lloyd Adams, Irene Forgey, Frances Knight, Fern Armstrong, Charles Foote, Madge Learnard, Harold Ashley, Helen Frawley, John Learnard, Robert Barkef, Delores Freese, Mildred LeClair, Nellie Beaver, Jesse Frizzell, Ruth LeConte, Alfred Berry, Edith Frobose, Flossie Leonard, Raymond Beyer, Elizabeth Funk, Anna Lee, Marion Beyer, Lucy Gammel, Mary Leverich, Lillian Blankenberg, Herman Gammel, Opal Leverich, Rose Bradbury, Ralph Gardiner, Gladys Lewis, Howard Borsch, Marguerite Goldberg, Lester Longer, Harry Brandenberger, Arthur Goodwin, Vera McCalman, Helen Brown, Vernon Goulding, Lowell McCord, Bert Callais, Effie Graveley, Theodore McCoy, Lorena Campbell, Lela Greene, Ruth McCoy, Cora Canine, Viola Graves, Mabel McCune, Ruth Cannady, Edwin Greiser, Ruth Mclntire, Frances Carson, Fred Gutteridge, Hazel McMillan, Geneva Chapin, Margaret Hackett, Robert Magruder, Fern Clinch, Houston Hall, Elizabeth Martin, Burtilla Connor, Helen Hanson, Thomas Martin, Della Conover, Edna Harris, Clyde Mason, Mary Crayton, Kathleen Harris, Cliff Miller, Elinore Cronkhite, Mary Haworth, Gertrude Miller, Marie Darnall, Gene Heslip, Hannah Miller, Valentine Davies, Ernest Hiatt, Weldon Mitchell, Kenneth Deeken, Alma Hodge, Fern Moore, Harry Deeken, Beulah Hosch, Ruth Moore, Helen DeLay, Ruth Jackson, Edwin Moore, Jessie Diffenderfer, Grace Jackson, Ethel Morris, Garnet Dobbins, Jeanette James, Margaret Morrison, Mary Dougherty, Mabel James, Washburn Mowery, Ruth Dye, George Jamison, Dan O’Connell, Vera Dye, Vida Jenkins, Genevieve Olmsted, Elizabeth Edwards, Roy Jewell, Ray Ost, Howard Elsie, Elder Jones, Irene O’Sullivan, Arleigh Ellifrit, Oron Kaufman, Walter Oswalt, Harry Fairchild, Marie Kelley, Harlan Parker, Wilda Faris, Nina Kern, Florence Phillips, Mabel Fendley, John Kesler, Mildred Pugh, John Page Ninety-nine CLASS ROLL (Continued) Quinn, Edwin Six, Douglas Walker, Louis Radebaugh, Beulah Six, Grace Watt, Juanita Radebaugh, Reva Slazas, John Werner, Daisy Rearick, Francis Smith, Doris White, Edward Reed, Lena Smith, Kenneth Whitman, Ells Reed, Mary Smith, Paul Wickert, Nelson Rouse, Stewart Stellner, Walter Wiggle, Theresa Royce, Ercel Stewart, Lillian Wilbur, Duncan Ruda, Frances Stewart, Othel Williamson, Holland Saultz, Cecil Swisher, Philip Wills, Mildred Schultz, Herman Telling, Gordon Wilson, Clarence Sechrest, Jewell Tengen, Mary Helen Witherspoon, Victoria Selby, Esther Tilton, Edith Wodetzki, Catherine Sheets, Virginia Utterback, Laurxcee Wright, Fern Shields, Harlan Walker, Esther Young, Frances SOPH. INSIGNIA (Design Based on Self Estimation) Page One Hundred Haworth Mr. Hart Swaim Little Webb, Pres. Rickerd Stuebc junior Class History Having at last attained the coveted goal of every ambitious high school student, with a smile of satisfaction—visible in our minds if not upon our physiognomies—let us direct our thoughts from the siren-like Future to the Past—that which Time, the sure of foot, has wrought; that which Destiny, the cruel of heart, has moulded; and that which Fate, the ironical, has decreed must be our judgment. A smile of satisfaction?—in truth, a very bold statement. Superficially indeed has the recorder of D. H. S. history given Double Nineteen justice when he says that it was well represented in athletics, debating, dramatics, and scholastics. Meagrely indeed has the same historian given 19 justice when he says that it was piloted by a group of officers who did their “bit” to make the class a success socially and executively. But we must consider that the importance of class history as well as world history depends not upon the narration of, but the resultant of the action. So ’19, if we have established both in activities and scholastics, a reputation which will serve as an incentive to the classes succeeding us, then have we been a success. As to the justification of our mental smiles of satisfaction, we place the decision in the hands of our successors, whom we desire to be our judges and whose decision, we hope, may best be expressed by the epitaph on Sir Christopher When’s tomb: “If you would see his monument, look about you.” Roy Little. Page One Hundred One n I i JUNIORS Alberts, Alberta Hartson, Alice Payne, Mary Alkire, Opal Hathaway, Ferris Phillips, Ethel Anker, Esther Haworth, Genevieve Phillips, Naydean Arter, Virginia Hay, Sarah Pickard, Madeline Bailey, Thelma Hixon, Hayden Pickett, Frances Banner, Willa Hodges, Nina Popejoy, Gladys Baum, Eugene Hofman, Helen Potter, Claudia Birtell, William Huber, Beatrice Rickerd, Clarence Boyer, Mildred Huckstadt, Elda Ross, Alice Bredehoft, Lucile Jackson, Sarah Rotroff, Josephine Burk, Raleigh Jenkins, Harriett Rumbaugh, Esther Burris, Guy James, Franklyn Russell, Bessie Carson, Gertrude Johnson, George Sadler, Nettie Chaffee, John Knowles, Lloyd Schoolcraft, Donald Carson, Tom Lamm, Elsa Schultz, Lester Chesley, Elizabeth Lane, Walter Schultz, Norma Coit, Gladys LeMaster, Willa Sconce, Avis Collignon, William Lesch, Louiso Scott, Helen Cowan, Rufus Leverenz, Harold Shelato, Violet Craig, Rolland Leverenz, Gertrude Shepherd, Ernest Crawford, Dale Leverich, Gladys Skinner, Grace Crawford, Lorene Lewis, Majorie Smith, Rosemary Crawford, Mary Lindle, Anna Mai Snyder, Leotha Darnall, Jack Little, Roy Starr, Byron Dickerson, Herschel Lucier, Harry Stuebe, Leonard Diffenderfer, Vera Lynch, Lena Swairn, Elizabeth Dougherty, Mildred McCartney, Marguerite Swartz, Carl Dove, Lois McConnell, Geneva Swisher, Madeline Duffin, Russell McLean, Tom Tarpening, Bessie Dye, Walter McMillan, Frank Taylor, Emily Ellett, Reva Marsters, Carroll Tengen, Catherine Fairchild, Leo Matthews, Elizabeth Townsend, Dorothy Forker, Ruth Milemore, Mary Trent, Elsie Fox, Honore Mitchell, Mamie Wade, Doris Frank, Milton Moore, Goodloe Walker, Loran Freimeyer, Emil Morgan, Bessie Walter, Dorothy George, Bernice Morrison, Hazel Walter, Reynolds Goff, Cecil Neff, William Watson, Lee Goff, Helen North, Helen Webb, Glendora Goldsmith, Donald Nowling, Nellie Webb, Lamont Goodwin, Edith Olson, Elmer Wheeler, Mary Grimes, Myrtle Osborn, Dorothy White, Roy Grimes, Raymond Palmer, Hazel Whitlock, Leotha Hall, Frances Partlow, Helen Yeazel, Mary Hamilton, Ernest Payne, Joe Ziesing, Josephine Page One Hundred Two Page One Hundred Three The Class of 18 It is told in Harold Bell Wright’s “When a Man’s a Man,” that the hero at the end of his first day’s journey stood upon an eminence, from which to the front there was vaguely discernable in the twilight’s dusk the land toward which his face was set and which held in its rough grasp the die of fate for him; and from which to the rear he could see the city’s lights, the symbols of the glamor and joy of the life that was past. And it is recorded that as he gazed back with somewhat of a yearning a look of pain overspread his face, and that as he turned to the future, a doubt, an uncertainty, almost a despair, seized him. His heart would carry him back to the past; his resolution would tear him away and set his course toward that misty land ahead. Those are sublime moments in a man’s life when he can lift himself to an eminence from which the past and the future call to him and when it is the supreme test to go on. Such a time, such a position, is ours today, Seniors. Let us look back for a moment on that past which is woven into our hearts by memories, so many and so tender. MARION COOLI.EY not recall any of our number who It is not long ago—no, not so very long ago—that we entered “old D. H. S.,” with rather doubtful courage and aspirations rather vaguely defined. High School is somewhat like Congress—precedent is against the new-comer acquiring immediate fame. We do were ranked in the galaxy of the elite. However, we soon had a little milky way of our own in the sky of fame. In the Sophomore year we produced debaters, orators and athletes, played the game and lived our lives as duty taught us. As Juniors we may have relaxed a little, a pause before the final heat. Still we went through with honors Still we produced debaters, declaimers, orators and athletes, and enjoyed ourselves hugely. The good old days” were great, but the Senior year captures our hearts and memories. Now let us pause and give commendation where is is due. Whatever our political prejudices wo all must admit that 'Doc Coolley has made an admirable president. He has displayed an ability as a loader and an energy which deserves our praise. His keen interest in the welfare of the class, and the decisive way in which he brought about measures to promote it, should make us proud of him. The other officers have ably assisted him and now we are joining hands for the last great rally, the days of the triumph, the commencement week. Seniors, we have had many squabbles in our time and some ill feeling, no doubt. Let us part from each other and from old associations, cherishing in our hearts only the noble experiences, the friendships, and the finer pleasures. Let them be an inspiration to us. Seniors, we have looked back from the eminence and how the memories move our hearts! But we must turn away; we must on. The world is before us and our tasks are written in the book of dostiny. Up, Seniors, and at them!” John Spf.akman, Historian. Owe wwrifvd Fowr Volemus We’ve done our best, oil Danville liigli, Now oe’r the top we go, With spirits brave, undaunted still, We go to meet the foe; Our motto true we will fulfill. We have the world to show. From rookies small to captains strong, We learned to meet the test; And now we leave our training camp, Yes, go to train the rest; To teach and use with good avail The lessons that are best. Chorus : Volemus, volemus! It rings with spirit true! Volemus, volemus! The right we’ll always do. We’re starting out to tight our way. Yet we’re not through with fun. We’ll root for dear old Danville still, Volemus, we will! MAUELlKi: Lawkesjoe Vtviajk Ajchrs Pvye One Hu ndred Fire HELEN LAUER General Course—Junior Pin Committee 3; Social Committee 3; Athedarians 2, 3—treasurer 3; Girls’ Athletics 1, 2; Girls’ Athletic Editor Medley 4. “Who is (Helen)? What is she? All the swains commend her.” Alas! Kesler has her. CLIFFORD R. KESLER Commercial Course—Boys’ Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Advertising Manager 2—Secretary 4; Football 3; Maroon and White Circulation 3—Business Manager 4; Basketball 3; Finance Board 4; Medley Staff 3. Cliff’s the luckiest man in six states. Or maybe it isn’t luck. We’re not saying how lucky Helen is----. HAZEL MURIEL LONG General Course—Athedarians 4; Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4. The woman of Long—Longer fame. Woman with the Mystic Webb always around her. Here’s the way we look at it: long live Hazel and Hazel live longer. HARRY STONE General Course—Science Club 1, 2, 3; Orchestra 2, 3, 4; Junior Red Cross; Secretary of Vermilion Rifle Club 4; First Lieutenant of High School Cadet Company 3. Didn’t yon ever hear of Harry? He’s the theory buster—algebra shark—man of science—man of sense—lots of things, in fact. . HELEN PARTLOW General Course—Secretary 3; Secretary 4; Athedar-ians 1 , 2 , 3, 4; Girls Club 4; Asst. Editor of Maroon and White, 4; Spring Play; Junior Red Cross; News Ed. Medley 4; Secretary 2. Helen'8 right there. If some Trojan Paris would steal her away, we could raise a company of gallant Greeks to rescue her any day. Mene Ians! Presto chango! Pete! JAMES R. DALLAS Commercial Course—Football 1, 2, 3 4; Basketball 2, 3; Class Track 2; Boys’ Athletic Ass’n 1, 2, 3, 4; Advertising Manager 4; Athedarians 3, 4; Treasury Staff 2, 3, 4; Finance Board President 4; Wrangler 4; Business Manager Medley Staff 4; Junior Red Cross 4. “A rattling good fellow is Jim, say we. The better you know him the louder the Wattling' ” MINNIE DALES General Course—Athedarians 3, 4; Wranglers 2; Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Meek Minnie, beware! There are a lot of fishermen with their lines out. JOHN SPEARMAN General Course—Historian 2, 4; Wranglers’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer 2; President 3; Chairman of Program Committee 4; Vice President 4; Danville-Lafayette Debate 2; Danville-Paris Debate 3; Danville-Decatur Debate 4; Editor-in-Chief of Medley 4. Here's Speakman—famous Wrangler—history whale—math, minnow—man of the wicked gray eyes.—J. S. MARION F. COOLLEY General Course—President 2, 4; Athedarians 1, 2, 3, 4; President 2; Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice President 2; President 3; Cheer Leader 4; General Commander Spring Lawn Fete 3; Spring Play 1, 2; Junior Red Cross, 4; Class Track 4; Class Baseball 4. “Doc’s” a pood, old boy. Notorious Doctor of Politics. A little too much so perhaps. Well, we’ll forgive him. There's much that’s likeable in him. EDNA K. SACKETT General Course—Chairman Social Committee 3; Athedarians 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice President 3; Wranglers 2, 3, 4; Treasurer 3; Girls’ Chorus 1; Maroon and White Literary Editor 4; Medley, Literary Editor 4. O, yes, she goes with John Speakman. Likes to talk about “Eyes”—especially the eyes of a merry Irishman. Well, we like him, too, Edna. PAUL ROBERTS Commercial Course—Treasury Staff 4; Boys’ Athletic Association; Social Committee 4; Athedarians 4. Robert knows the mezzanine floor better than any man in town—knows a lot of pretty women, too—lucky dog! CATHERINE WERNER Commercial Course—Girls’ Athletics 2. This is Catherine! She’s the sister of our principal’s secretary and in no wise inferior. “Cats,” they call her. FRANK THOMPSON General Course—Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Track 2, 4; Class Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Varsity Basketball 3, 4. Frank is inchin along toivard the boundless blue above. Why, ( os ding it there ain't no limit to the feller's growin'. HILDUR SANDBURG Commercial Course—Athedarians 1, 2, 3; Wranglers 3, 4. O, Hildur, no glacier thou! Thy name itself bespeaks thy warm nature. ABERTA BARGER General Course—Athedarians 3, 4; Girls Student Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Junior Red Cross 4. O, Alberta—Somebody said they named the famous peach after her. Shouldn't wonder. DURWOOD ELLET General Course—Football 2, 3; Boys’ Athletic Association 2, 3; Athedarians 4. Dnrwood likes Ann Funk quite a little but who can blame him? Most of ns do. OLA GOODELL General Course—Athedarians 4; Girls’ Club 3, 4. This is a meek, unassuming, little lady. All we gotta say is: that's the type the men like. JOHN DWIGHT MUNCIE General Course—C. T. H. S. Treasurer 2; President of Orchestra 3; Wranglers 3, 4; Junior Red Cross 4; Humorous Editor of Medley 4. Here'8 the D. H. S. “Mephisto. In point of physiognomy brother to Raineses and incidentally a genius. Courts country ugals. What's the man want—quantity or quality? SARAH DEASY HOLSTINE General Course—Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3; Glee Club 3; Athedarians 1, 2, 3. Divine Sarah! Thy low murmuring voice will, no doubt, strike deep into some man's affection. Your health, Madame. KARL SAXON Commercial Course—Treasury Staff 2, 3, 4; Finance Brand 3, 4; Wranglers 1, 2; School Treasurer 4. Doesn't he look scholarly? Wants to be a millionaire. Shakes nails in his pockets and yells, That's what makes the world go around. Likes to father little girls. HELEN WALL Commercial Course—Girls’ Club 4; Girls’ Athletics 2; D. A. R. Essay 2. Sweet Auburn! Yes, she's that all right, bogs —and more too! But remember George has cornered the market—besides she lives in a land of uncomprornising men. WALLACE BENNETT General Course—G. H. S. Though he came from Georgetown, he managed to get a—Long. You lucky man, we're for you. DOROTHY CHURCH Commercial Course-—Girls’ Club 2, 3, 4. “Dot” is a sweet girl. So is her smile. She's no “vamp,” Mr. Pifer. But say, comrades, ask Harry C. why he moved Speak man's seat. RUSSELL SPARKS General Course—Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Secretary-Treasurer 3; Football 2, 3, 4,; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Captain 2; Track 1, 2, 3; Captain 3; Class Baseball 2, 3; Class Basketball 1, 2; Class Track 4; Medley Staff 4. Sparks is a demigod. Drinks nectar with one hand and coc” with the other. Man of two propensities—athletics and women. “Great man,” say wc. MAMIE A. LANGE General Course—Girls’ Club 2, 3, 4. It’s a Lange, Lange, way to Tipperary, boys! But that’s where our hearts are, eh? CHARLES M. DOWNS General Course—Wranglers 2, 3, 4; Sergeant at Arms 2; Club Membership Committee, 4; Maroon and White Editor 4; Assistant Humorous Editor of Medley 4. Here’s “Cholly Hoss,” the inimitable, the inscrutable. He makes dates and quotes poetry. “Sweet Auburn! Sweet Auburn! GERTRUDE SWEENEY General Course— Curses! Is our Gertrude leaving us? How deplorable! Who’ll be the siren of the future? GEORGE STRADER General .Course—Basketball 3; Class Baseball 3; Wranglers 3; Vice President 3; Alternate D. H. S.-Paris Debate 3; Junior Red Cross. George is an unsophisticated lad. But how we fear for him. He consorteth with women which is equivalent to playing with dynamite. General Course—Junior Pin Committee 3; Girls' Student Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Athedarians 3, 4; Girls' Athletic Association 2. You’re a lucky girl, Ada. Some enthusiast may come along some day to write another “Aida” The spelling of the name won’t matter to him. RALPH WHITE General Course—Wranglers' Club. He looks innocent—but I don’t know about it. He’s in good with Miss Hawkins. That requires cunning you know. HELEN BARTEL General Course— Old Solomon contended that among a thousand women there was not one tvorthy one. We hate to differ with the old boy, but the fact is here’s one right here. All hail! PAUL MILEMORE General Course—Boys' Athletic Association. Paul is over at the U. of I. noiv. Wonder why he went there. Bet it was on account of the co-eds. Now, Freda wouldn’t like that, Paul. GINA ALFIERI Commercial Course— Just rub the lamp and there she is! The genii of all knowledge appears. WILMA WALL General Course—Girls’ Student Club 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 3. Critics claim that Napoleon was foolish for letting his ambition carry him past Wilna in the Russian campaign. So's the man in search of a gem among women a fool to go any farther than Wilma. FRANCES SHUTTS General Course—Athedarian 2, 3, 4; Girls.’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2. Frances once teas a Latin “shark.” She may be a “man-eater” in a different sense now. BLANCHE MYERS Commercial Course—Girls’ Club 4. Blanche is quiet and she's small. So was Grant. Now, we don't like to quote that old stuff about still waters running deep, but it does seem rather appropriate here. ALLEN HICKMAN General Course— Dear old Allen! He's the “Hick” with the non-rural accoutrements. So may he always continue. FLORENCE N. SMITH General Course—Girls’ Club 3, 4; Girls’ Glee Club 3, 4; Calendar Editor on Medley Staff 4. The “Heights” is her home and Plymour her man. That's a lot in her favor. CLARENCE LEVERENZ Commercial Course—Football 3, 4; Boys’ Athletic As-siciation. This boy is a regular “Woolworth” affair. Only has the usual three stories, I guess. Hi mind is surely elevated. Some man on the football field, too. CELIA H. CANINE General Course—Girls’ Club 2, 3. Say, when you come to think about, it, there's a lot of these silent toilers around school. There's not much of the “sounding brass and clanging symbol” about them but a whole lot of the real stuff. Celia is one of them. HELEN LEARNARD General Course—Louisville Girls’ High School—2 years; D. H. S.—-2 years; Athedarians 3; Girls’ Club 3. O, there you are! Why surely! Helen, the Queen of Hearts and. neck-romancer. ROSALIE LOUIS General Course—Historian 3; Athedarians; Girls’ Student Club 4. If we were poets we would cry, “Thy lips smile rosalie! But since we’re just plain old dubs we’ll take off our hats, clink the glasses, and consider ourselves mighty lucky at that. FIDELIO ROSEMAN General Course—Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4, 5; Business Manager 5; Wild Man in Lawn Fete. “Fid, man of religion—worships women. “Doc Coolley’s his chief priest and confessor. GLADYS RADEBAUGH General Course— Change things around a little bit and you have it. Glad is Radebaugh. Always a smile, you know. VIVIAN AKERS General Course—Wranglers 2, 3, 4; Vice President 4; Glee Club 2; Girls Club 4; Declamation 2, 3; Girls’ Minstrel Show 4. Here’s “Viv”—Unsuccessful vampire—Protege of Madeline Lawrence—Pupil of Theda Bara. She’d better change teachers. We suggest Juanita Watt. MADELINE LAWRENCE General Course—President 3; Chairman Social Committee 4; Wranglers 2, 3, 4—Secretary 2; Chairman Social Committee 3; Chairman Progam Committee 3; Girls’ Club 2, 4; Science Club 3; Oratory County 2; Declamation 2; Danville- Decatur Debate 4; Captain Basketball Team 1, 2. Madeline’s disconsolate. Wonder why? Somebody said something about Leo Burk and Champaign. Wonder if there’s anything to it. JOSEPHINE RADLIFF Commercial Course—Girls’ Student Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls Athletic Association 2. What shall we say of “Joe?” She has an imperial name. May she have the joys of the great without their shortcomings. ESTHER LEGG General Course—Girls’ Student Club 2, 3, 4; Junior Red Cross 4. This young lady quietly pursues her way much as time does. It is significant that time always gets there. So will Esther, we think. THELMA QUINN General Course— Some of these English slayers got careless and knocked off the “Cy” from this girl9ft name. We verily believe she deserves to have been descended from the great Quincys. HELEN GENEVIEVE CARTER General Course—Athedarians 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls’ Student Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Chairman Christmas Work 2; Vice President 2; Chairman Financial Committee 3; President 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Semi Chorus 1, 3; Minstrel Show 2, 3, 4; Junior Red Cross 4. The Trojan siren has nothing on her! She is the Pigtail Prince with the Chu Chin Chow retinue. VERA GUTTERIDGE General Course—Athedarian 3; Girls’ Student Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Wranglers 2; Basketball 2; Minstrel Show 2; Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Junior Red Cross 4. Vera seems to have a pretty good list of achievements, but we were just about to say that her accomplishments in the way of friendliness and kindliness are what we think of. LUCY NICE General Course—Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Aha! Lucy! never fear—iVs not short for Lucifer—no, no! Her parents got things backward when they named her. They should have put it Nice Lucy. . FAITH HARRINGTON General Course—Student Club 2, 3, 4; Secretary 3; Vice President 4; Athedarians 2; Wranglers. Do ire know her? She's the first link in the hand of good fellowship. PHIL SCONCE General Course— Good hickt Phil! Hope you rival Harvey in fame. We're for you. HAZEL PARKS General Course—Girls' Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Athedarians 3. Here's another woman of mystery save perhaps to one man. We all await that day long prophesied, when mysteries shall be proclaimed from the house-tops. Watch! EUGENE DURIG General Course—Boys Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Baseball 2, 3; Captain 3; Medley 4. Hail to Heinie! Civics shark and master of intrigue. Of lleiniey our Civics class Sammy was somewhat of a faket eh boy? Also Theda Bara. LOIS ROMIG General Course—Girls Club 4. Lois, the lady of mystery—woman with the unfathomable nature. The authors are completely baffled by her. However, what they know makes them willing to vouch for her. KEITH FINLEY General Course—Basketball 3, 4; Football 4; Athe-darians 4; Maroon and White Exchange Editor 4. What's the matter with that man, Finely? He must think this is the “Garden of Eden and he's the only man. Does he imagine he's got a monopoly on Eve's flesh? EVELYN MOORE General Course—Girl’s Club 1, 2; Girls Glee Club 3; Semi Chorus 3. Evelyn says Pifer is a sweet man. Wonder what Pifer says. We could all easily guess. MARGARET O’SULLIVAN General Course—Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2; Girls Glee Club 4. Here's the Irish “gal. And she has the grand old name. “O'Sullivan. Cheers! All hail! She's kissed the Blarney stone and maybe someone else. MAUD CALLAIS General Course—Girls’ Student Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Glee Club 3; Athedarians 2, 3, 4; Secretary 3. 4; Minstrel Show 3; “Joy” 3. Maud, the Athedarian, the zealous Athedarian, mid. Elmer's sister. Good connections all around you see. ELMER CALLAIS Commercial Course—Boys’ Athletic Association. Basketball 2, 3, 4—Captain 5. “Cally” the famous guard. The old hoy has Marshall Ney skinned a mile on this “hold 'em stuff. BEULAH OLMSTED General Course—Junior Social Committee 3; Athedarians 3, 4; Girls’ Club 2, 3, 4; Basketball 1; Assistant News Editor Maroon and White 4. “O, Beulah Land, My Beulah Land! —Say, if they should naming the land after women it wouldn't he a had idea to name this viciiiity after her. CECIL ADAMS General Course—Class Treasurer 4; Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Track 2; Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Football 2, 3, 4; Captain 4. uCec blushes, girls! Did you ever notice that? Great athlete also—fine catch! MARION BINGHAM General Course—Athedarians 3, 4; Wranglers 2; Girls’ Club 1, 2, 3, 4. She has such a naive way of doing things! The faculty like to hear her recite, they say. That's a mighty good sign. But what’s the use to talk of signs? We’re all for Marion. JOHN C. FUNK General Course—Vice President 3; Vice President 4; Athedarian President 3, 4; Athletic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice President 3; Football 2, 3, 4; Lawn Fete-General Promoter 2, 3; Maroon and White 4; Medley 4; “Joy” 3. Mohammedan Funk—ladies’ man—politician —good fellow—what more is there to be? VIRGINIA CLARKE General Course— She carries us back to old days in old “Vir-ginny” when women were goddesses and every man of mettle a worshiper. ROBERT LEWIS General Course—- The great Robert Lewis—his name isn’t Stevenson, but nevertheless he is a master of plot. Ask Miss Love about it. If it were not for the Advertiser this book would not be possible Patronize The Advertiser - . Page One Hundred, Twenty-three The Photographs for this Medley were made by L. O. WIRSCHING 204 I. O. O. F. Building Our Work is of the Best in Style and Finish Page One Hundred Twenty-four Second and Final Visit of the Devil and His Angel Elegij for Guvj Burris 0 play, 0 ukelele girls, 0 lament ye maidens fair, For who is dead today but Burris, Guy, The victim of a siren’s snare. And our hearts are full of grief, And our eyes are full of tears; O we mourn our sulphur smitten Guy, And our stomachs are full of-------. 0, Nita, Juanita, thou cruel-hearted maid, Thou hast slain our curly-headed Guy; Thou hast hurled him to the realms below, While you remaining make the Frenchie sigh. 0 play, 0 ukelele girls— O heave all a ponderous sigh— O lament ye maidens fair, Lament for Burris, Guy! (Muncie’s “Covert Gloating.”) Ed. Note—This elegy was written when the author heard a rumor that Burris had committed suicide. Speakman, tlie Inventor Speakman, master cf literature, has become disgusted and bored with that trite vehicle of expression, the English language, and has invented a tongue of his own. (A wagin’ tongue?) The new tongue is based on the emotions. Correspondence Course—Spearman’s New Language. First Lesson. “Aw, Bunk!”—Disgust, disapproval. “O, Barney!”—Elation, exuberance. “Holy Murder!”—Excitement, irritation. “You dod-gasted Polycarp!”—Affection. “You eternal son-of-a-gun!”—Mild wrath. “Interstate dam to Helen Burn!”—Extreme wrath. Ed. Note—Great courage is required to use the new language as misunderstandings arise of a serious character. Speakman’s motives in presenting the course are partly personal and self-protective. Page One Hundred Tiventy-five We Are Not Satisfied Unless You Are! Ever figure out what your financial condition will be when you and your wife reach, say, sixty-five or seventy? For the man who works with his hands, merely, the brain becomes inactive earlier from disuse than does the brain of a professional man. How much more essential that a hard-working man form a plan for saving and investment early in life, rather than later. The time he will have to earn money is naturally shorter. Yet many of the hardest-working men—the physical workers—spend as they go. It is not so much the amount saved as the habit of doing it regularly and religiously, whether or no, that counts in the long run. Above all, it is the start which counts. Are you counting on your children to help you? Many others have done the same and ended in poverty. Not the fault of the children either. Think of what you are going to do between the time you are unable to work till the time for the eternal call. Think and plan now. Plan now to start a savings acount at the Vermilion County Building Association— JJ Should you feel the least dissatisfaction at any time please tell us frankly. We will appreciate an opportunity to adjust the matter to your satisfaction. We wish each purchase to give you pleasure. and do it NOW. Vermilion County Building Association HARVEY G ADAMS, Secretary and Manager Page One Hundred Twenty-six Stellner versus Rouse, or The Five-Minute War Medley authorized version. Radically different from the St. Downs version. Todl by our school “Fairly were they met. The quarrel it was deep-rooted; And everybody laid his bet, And for his man he rooted.” (Walt Moore’s “Inane Ode.”) “ ’Twas in the yard the scrap occurred; And so with awful cusses the air they blurred, That man could scarce the fighters see.” (Muncie’s “Strife of Kings.”) “So frowned the combatants That Granville Gaddy grew darker at their frown!” (Speakman’s “Prestige Lost.”) “Stellner smote him hip and thigh, But Rouse smote mainly for the eye!” (Little’s “Battle of the Gods.”) “The turf they skyward threw, And filled with gravel all the air; And through the hearts of men a terror flew, And Randle trembled in his chair.” (Rearick’s “La Morte d’Stellner.”) “At last the battle felt a slack. The combatants were battered; Walt Stellner’s eye was ghastly black, And Rouse’s mighty fist was shattered.” (Olson’s “Agony of a Black Eye.”) “Like painted gladiators The warriors silenced stood. As Margaret Werner rushed Them to separate.” (Rearick’s “La Morte d’Stellner.”) Page One Hundrey Twenty-seven EAT CALL ON FURNAS C. SCHATZ ICE CREAM THE GROCER Telephones 710-746 401-403 Washington Avenue Telephone 537 405 East Main St. 1 448 —TELEPHONE 1449 UP-TO-DATE Sanitary Laundry W. A. NOLL, Proprietor. Latest Made Machinery. Most Experienced Help in City Cavanaugh Meyer Stylish Footwear For the College Girl or Boy. 18 North Vermilion Street Page One Hundred Twenty-eight Extra! Extra! The Latest and the Lamentable! The friends of Elmer Olson have sold him to an Ishmaelite—a ragman! Olson had a “rubber neck,” “steely eyes,” “ivory head,” “hook nose,” “muscles of iron,” “will of steel,” “iron heart,” “iron jaws,” and “was clad in rags.” Sold at $20.35. Ragman made unusually low profit of 200 per cent. The fellows took back his tie of many colors and showed it to his grief-stricken Deodosia, saying that he had been devoured. Deodosia sprinkled powder on her face and flirted five and twenty days with another fellow. “Let us weep!” Walt Moore’s Sulphuric Ode Verso 1. (Censored.) Verse 2. (Censored.) Verse 3- (Censored.) Verse 4 Last line: it to------! Ed. Note.—Censors left last line to justify such a wholesale censoring. They say this line was the mildest. It is said that Mr. Moore was inspired to compose this by hitting his thumb with a hammer. Of course we’re quite properly shocked! So young, too! Maxims ol the High School Lincoln 1. You can fool part of the teachers all the time, and all the teachers part of the time, but you can’t fool all the teachers all the time. 2. God must have loved English teachers. He made so many of them. 3. I give it as my opinion that D. H. S. cannot continue half slave—half free. Either the teachers will completely enslave the pupils or the pupils will brake away forever from the shackles. (N. B.—The editor is perforce neutral. ) Va jc One Hundred Twenty-nine V vT T Judge Men by Their Clothes! I Judge Us By Our Shows! PALACE THEATRE NATE ERBER, Manager Phone 1018 WE DO IT BETTER DANVILLE STAR LAUNDRY 208-210 VANBUREN STREET PHONE 175 or 196 WHERE LINEN LASTS LONGEST Woodbury Drug Co. IN BUSINESS OVER 70 YEARS Plaza Hotel Bldg. DANVILLE, ILL. FOR---------- Exclusive Wall Paper and Good Paints Randall Paint 1 Glass Co. 26 West Main Street Page One Hundred Thirty A Drama in Two Scenes Scene I—Living room in Wall’s house. Time (?) o'clock. George Strader: “Good night, Mr. Wall—and you, too, Mrs. Wall. Good night all! All: “Good night Helen Wall: “I believe, mother, that I shall accompany George to the door. (O, Barney, the old familiar stall!) Scene II.—Front door. Pantomime and Silhouette. Eureka! We Have Found It! Don’t trouble Mr. Pifer, friends. After much scheming we have at last obtained Lamont’s famous theme: A Mistake It was a moonlight night, early in the autumn. The air was crisp and the rustling of the wind in the brown leaves foretold that winter was near, and that there would be but few more such walks as I was having this most wonderful night with my sweetheart, the prettiest little girl in all the country around. We walked for about a mile, when we came to a path leading off into a hollow. As we rounded a hill, we could see the moon shining into the valley, upon the little creek slowly winding away into a lake, where the trees hung lifelessly, except when an occasional breeze shook the dead leaves. But as we slowly followed the path down the hill and past the lake, it became heaven. The water and the fallen leaves with the moon flowing its brightness upon them, was as a city paved with pure gold. From the lake, we ascended the opposite hill through a dense thicket. Here I became a spirit, that heavenly vision, and me, with an angel in my arm, forced me to become romantic. I could control myself no longer—to press my lips against those rosy lips now glowing from a ray of the moon coming through an opening in the thicket above. I stopped, “May I kiss you, dearie? I said. She stepped from me and gave me an awful glance. I had done it. She walked on and I followed slowly, but my arm never felt that divine form again. We at last came to the gateway leading back to the vine-covered and clapboard roofed house, where I had often spent my evening—where I had been so happy to look into those Madonna-like eyes of the one I loved. I opened the white-washed gate and she stalked by me. “Good night,” she said, and no more. I stood silent and waited, but no move of the hand reached my eyes as the door squeaked shut and the sparrows twittered in the ivy. I walked off down the road, and looked. I saw the light pass from one room into the other— then followed it up-stairs in my imagination, and at last I saw it settle in the room under the crumpled eaves. At last, I saw a shadow, an angel-like figure, pass the blind. The light was extinguished, and I again traveled over the path where I had been, so happy, but an hour before. Now it was the last time. I had done the most reckless thing in my life, for she was of the old Quaker type. Purity was her ideal. My bed gave me no peace, for I heard the cock crow. At sunrise, a light fell into my room. I awoke much rested, for in my sleep I had gathered those lips to my own, and they were mine, in my imagination. But what was done could not be undone, and I was to meet the toils of the day with a new burden. Page One Hundred Thirty-one teJ. 9 f c'Soi j' 'fr Flowers and Decorations SMITHS THE FLORISTS 101 North Vermilion Street Brown s Business College DANVILLE, ILLINOIS S. I. Gresham, Principal. War Emergency Course For High School Graduates Brown’s will offer a Short Pour Months’ Course in Machine and Pencil Shorthand, June 3 to Oct. 3. Only High School Graduates and Teachers will be permitted to take the course. Two lessons daily in both Shorthand and Typing. The High School Graduate is in demand. The Business men, Schools, Professions, and Uncle Sam are all calling. Write us if you are interested in this course and we will be glad to give all details. TRY } ohnsons Drug Store NEXT TIME 18 EAST MAIN STREET. ‘‘Good Goods at Right Prices” F. J. TURNELL Jeweler Plaza Building 12 West Main Street Page One Hundred Thirty-two AT THE SENIOR SUPPER “Doc” Coolley, seated amid nine ladies at one table, said, “It looks like I'd have my arms full.” (You all know what Holmes says about one little word revealing a life history.) TALE OF THE NAUGHTY HEN. Mary had a little hen, That caused her many a tear; It always laid when eggs were cheap, And stopped when they were dear. SPEARMAN’S FATAL ERROR. Mr. Pifer: “Does anyone know anything about Queen Victoria?” Speakman: “Why, she was nothing much but a woman.” (Next day he apologized!) LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF GEORGE STRADER. 1. I leave my enemies under the guardianship of William Mowery. 2. I leave my shoes to the editors of the “Pest.” 3. I leave my razor to Kenneth Foster. 4. I leave my “Helen” to my successor. This provision, however! He must not be either Muncie or Downs. Death has conquered me, not they! “WAR OF WOMEN.” Three women strive for possession of J. Dwight Muncie—Helen Wall, Mary Yeazel, Juanita Watt. A “tip”—Speakman is betting 10 to 1 on Juanita Watt—and Speakman knows. NO! NO! Lots of people think no one envies “Hoss” Downs. Lots of people are wrong. Why, “Hoss” is Juanita’s cousin! i Mr. Thomas’ cat sat on the fence, His feet were full of blisters— He licked his chops and said ’twas “immense,” And the wind blew through his whiskers. Page One Hundred Thirty-three THOS. CONRON HARDWARE COMPANY BICYCLES Built to Stand The Hardest Usage Boys’ and Girl’s Models in the Latest Patterns “SELLERS OF GOOD GOODS” 1 16-1 18 East Main Street, Danville, Illinois P. H. LEARNARD WHOLESALE AND REATAIL High-Grade Sporting Goods and Supplies 149 North Vermilion St., Danville, 111. C WATCH US GROW y RAMER NORTOfSJ “The Store for All the People” A Dry Goods, Cloaks, Suits, Etc. 12 East Main Street DANVILLE, ILLINOIS Page One Hundred Thirty-four NOTICE. “Uncle Joe” Cannon offers $500 reward for the apprehension of the man who knocked his cigar out of his mouth just as he was having a photograph taken for a calling card. He has been three times arrested as an imposter upon presentation of his card—besides losing a perfectly good smoke. Special reward offered if man can be proved a democrat. LEONARD, THE NARROW-MINDED. 'Tis said that Leonard professes utter disgust at the novel entitled, “Eyes of the World.” He declares its range altogether too great for him. “Two eyes” keep him engaged, he says. Leonard says this is true of every man, but a married man, who—but sh-these married men of the faculty have been peached on enough. The editors found this “ad” in the “Struldbrug” Daily: CREMATORY. The only possible chance to cheat Satan. Did you ever know ashes to burn? Perry Cookingham has his tickets in advance. Are you more deserving of Hell than he? REFLECTIONS ON VICISSITUDE. The Mary Morrison affair: “Bobbie Burns got a ding like the rest of us.” Pifer's Pillca8e Papers. Hart failures—Heard in Physics: “We've all got to die occasionally.” Our Last Word DeviVs Angel—“What are the orders of the day, your Satanic Majesty?” Devil—“Put more fuel under the Medley censor—pour more oil on him! Justice must be done! This is our department. He has lifted his hand against it. Give him ten degrees centigrade for every joke thrown out.” DeviVs Angel—“Gladly, your Majesty.” Devil—“I hear the cries of my victims subsiding. I must “prod” them anew. Good-bye, proud world—till we meet again!” Page One Hundred Thirty-five Express of the Eersonall your i ScIxoo Indianapolis Engraving Electrotyping company 222 E.OHIO ST. INDIANAPOLIS.IND. Address Service ' (Department .. fdr booklet ‘Personality in GtJIege Annuals Page One Hundred Thirty-sia This Medley is a Product of ®lje Jlntrrstatr printing (Enmpang PRINTERS BINDERS BLANK-BOOK MAKERS DANVILLE, ILLINOIS The House of Quality and Dependability . . . Rush Orders a Special Delight . . . Page One Hundred Thirty-seven COUNTY WORK BANK WORK Illinois Printing Company Printers Blank Book Makers Stationers -----------SPECIALTY MADE OF------------- Engraved and Embossed Stationery, Cards and Invitations DANVILLE, ILLINOIS Gammel Lewman High School Headquarters for Good Eats William Walter Dye Memorial Art 19 South Vermilion Street Designer and Builder of Beautiful Memorials. Let Me Design Your Next Monument. PHONES: Office 2373 Residence 3694 2 It Pays to Trade With Mike Plaut Company Danville's Leading CLOTHIERS HENRY J. BAHLS SHOES 111 East Main Street, Danville, 111. Page One Hundred Thirty-eight CALENDAR SEPTEMBER 10—Everything booming!! 650 enrolled. SEPTEMBER 11—Football meeting! Starting out right. SEPTEMBER 12—First football practice. Principal Baer analyzed the word “Service”. SEPTEMBER 14—Every bicycle in town at school. Everybody likes street car strikes. SEPTEMBER 17—Maroon and White caucus to fill the vacant ranks. Football practice. Jim Dallas is back at school. SEPTEMBER 18—Freshman meeting. SEPTEMBER 19—Morning periods only! Hurrah for the I. and I. Fair! No school in the afternoon. SEPTEMBER 20—Maroon and White meeting at neon. Afternoon classes in morning. SEPTEMBER 21—Seven short periods. Some short, too! No school in P. M. Hooray! Football practice at noon. Some spirit! SEPTEMBER 24—Boys' Athletic Association Caucus. First Wrangler’s meeting. SEPTEMBER 25—Maroon and White election to fill vacancies. SEPTEMBER 26—Boys’ Athletic election. The Girls’ Club had a party for the new members. No boys allowed. SEPTEMBER 27—Announcement of the prizes we won at the I. and I. Fair. We’re proud of our blue badges. A frantic appeal for Maroon and White subscriptions was made. SEPTEMBER 28—Senior caucus. SEPTEMBER 29—We didn’t beat Georgetown, but it wasn’t our fault. Nelson isn’t here this year. OCTOBER 1—Junior caucus. Wrankler’s meeting. OCTOBER 2—Sophomore caucus. We have some loyal “Sophs.” OCTOBER 3—Girls’ Club Membership meeting. Senior election. “Coolley” is president. OCTOBER 4—Junior election. An old time athletic program. “Coolley” and “Pinkey” are our cheer leaders. OCTOBER 5—Sophomore election. OCTOBER 6—Champaign game at Danville. We won’t mention the score. Page One Hundred Thirty-nine Everybody Goes to See THE FISCHER THEATRE Highest-Class Photo Plays and the Fischer Orchestra. SERVICE Phone 1005 QUALITY We Can SUIT You! BOB LUKE Sterling and Royal Tailored Goods. Bill Cody Shop Meet Your Friends at FELDKAMP’S Good Candies Delicious Sodas Page One Hundred Forty CALENDAR (Continued) OCTOBER 10—Girls’ Club. Regular meeting. OCTOBER 11—First issue of Maroon and White. Some rush. Pretty nearly a panic. OCTOBER 13—Game with Kankakee. We won, 32-6. OCTOBER 16—Senior meeting. Starting out right. Junior meeting and Medley election. We’re mighty busy. OCTOBER 18—Lecture day: Program on methods of study, fire drill, etc. Fire drills A. M. and P. M. OCTOBER 19—No school. Teachers gone to Urbana. We don’t mind. OCTOBER 20—Game with Watseka. Score 32-0, in favor of us. Some team! OCTOBER 22—Report cards for first period. Thesharks are smiling! Others are having heart failure. OCTOBER 23—Soph, class meeting. OCTOBER 25—A real program. Capt. Tuggle was with us. We’re all proud of him. OCTOBER 26—Sophomore Hallowe’en party. OCTOBER 29—.Junior-Senior Hallowe’en party at Washington assembly. We had a fine time. OCTOBER 30—Surgical dressing class organized. Plenty of volunteers, too! NOVEMBER 1—Glee Club tryouts. NOVEMBER 2—Wrangler’s party. NOVEMBER 7—Girls’ Club Mother’s Meeting at Y. W. C. A. NOVEMBER 8—First Glee Club practice. Program! Athedarian play. It was fine. Tom McLean’s remarkable skill as an actor was displayed in “I’ll make a note of that. NOVEMBER 10—Game at Ridgefarm. We defeated them 38-0. NOVEMBER 12—Wrangler’s meeting. Monday is generally blue except for the Wrangler’s meeting. NOVEMBER 15—Exams! Those wonderful things! Football practice just the same. NOVEMBER 17—Game with Westville. We beat ’em 25-0. NOVEMBER 20—Surgical Dressing class. Football practice. NOVEMBER 22—A program. Debate by the Wranglers. NOVEMBER 23—No school. The teachers have left us again. NOVEMBER 26—Wrangler’s meeting. NOVEMBER28—Final preparation for Turkey Day. NOVEMBER 29—Thanksgiving. Football game with Taylorville. The score wasn’t half bad. DECEMBER 3—Sennor meeting. Ah! the mighty Seniors! Meeting of Junior Red Cross membership committee. Page One Hundred Forty-one Miss Fay D. Knecht INSTRUCTOR OF AESTHETIC AND BALL-ROOM DANCING Class and Private Lessons kij Appointment Studio 207-208 Fischer Building Phones 1900-1940 William Winther BAKER Clean, Sanitary and Up'-to -Date Phone 1804 123 North Vermilion Street William J. Anker FLORIST 320 North Jackson Street Phone 226 DANVILLE, ILL. BE PREPARED! Danville Y. M. C A. OFFERS Universal Training “UNIVERSAL” in the sense that it is adapted to the needs ol boijs and men o( all ages, occupations and capabilities. Fit Bodies, Keen Minds, Aggressiveness and Strength of Character are some of the products of this training. There’s a Place for You on the Program Buy a Ford! A. F. BARKER 222 West Main Street .—tzZ 0___, [' )( M.RTt) l - mi V w I I Danville! n.tA Page One Hundred Forty-two CALENDAR (Continued) DECEMBER 5—Program! Lieutenant Wardell, a former D. H. S. student, gave a stirring address. DECEMBER 6—“Illinois Day” program. It sure was splendid. Just think of two programs in succession. It was never known to happen before. DECEMBER 10—No school in morning, the assembly is 10 below zero. DECEMBER 11—Surgical Dressing class. The new semester is approaching. The new programs are made out. DECEMBER 13—Red Cross Seal distribution. Something new! Athedarian program after school. DECEMBER 20—Waiting for tomorrow. DECEMBER 21—Home-coming Xmas program. JANUARY 2—Girls’ Club at Y. W. C. A. JANUARY 3—Girls’ Glee Club practice. JANUARY 20—Triangular Debate with Decatur and Urbana. Each team won at home. Basketball game with Georgetown. We got ’em this time 24-11. JANUARY 21—Big program over Friday’s victories. JANUARY 22—Surgical Dressing class. Minstrel show tryouts. JANUARY 28—Exams! Oh, those beloved things! JANUARY 29—Repeat! JANUARY 30—No school! “Sweet is pleasure after pain!” FEBRUARY 1—Report Cards. We find out our fate. FEBRUARY 4—No school. Janitor beat it. No heat! We should worry about the janitor. FEBRUARY 5—First day of new semester; one-half day of school. FEBRUARY 6—Girls’ Student Club. Back to the old routine of study. FEBRUARY 7—Girls’ Glee Club practice. Basketball game with Kankakee. Score: 24-11 in favor of us. Hooray! FEBRUARY 11—Everything same as usual except the “measles.” Minstrel show practice. FEBRUARY 12—Lincoln’s Birthday. A real program. Service flag with 177 stars unfurled. FEBRUARY 13—School dismissed ten minutes early to go to an art lecture. FEBRUARY 15—Minstrel show practice. Medley meeting at 3:45. Basketball game at Georgetown. They won 17-13. A real game, I guess. FEBRUARY 16—Game with Monticello for a Red Cross Benefit. We won 35-16. Some score, eh? FEBRUARY 18—Medley meeting at 3:45. Boys’ Athletic election for president. Keith Finley was chosen. Page One Hundred Forty-three CHILSON CLEANING CO. Cleaning, Dyeing, Pressing,, Repairing, Best Work Best Service 220 West Main Street Phone 2019 Danville, Illinois Car-Load Furniture Dealers Barker -White • Furniture Co. War Gardens! They are profitable and interesting occupation for summer vacations. Start one early and do your bit toward supply the food that will win this war. We carry a complete line of GARDEN SEED, fresh this season. These seed will GROW. We also have GARDEN TOOLS for every purpose. Yeomans Shedd HARDWARE COMPANY. Phone 31. 28-30 W. Main St. UHLEIN BUROW Plumbing Heating 212 N. Vermillion St. Paye One Hundred Forty-four CALENDAR (Continued) FEBRUARY 21—Medley Program. James Dallas made a frantic appeal for subscriptions. We got ’em, too. FEBRUARY 22—Washington’s Birthday. Program at 1:45. Everybody happy. Only two periods. Game with Sidell. We didn’t even give ’em a chance. We beat ’em 31-9. FEBRUARY 26—No Washington classes first three hours. A valve burst. We should worry. Mr. Wakeley is ill. Surgical Dressings Class. Basketball practice. FEBRUARY 27—Girls’ Student Club. MARCH 1—District Basketball tournament at Champaign. MARCH 7—An old time Athletic Program! All of our retiring athletes spoke. MARCH 8—Minstrel show practice. MARCH 9—Mr. Lewis’ marriage to Miss Morse. MARCH 12—Senior Clas meeting. Surgical Dressings Class. MARCH 14-—Program! A sample of Minstrel Show. I’m sure we’ll all come now. MARCH 15—First night of Girls’ Minstrel Show. MARCH 16—Saturday’s performance of the Minstrel. MARCH 26—Surgical Dressings Class. Mr. Loring was seen wandering around the halls after school. MARCH 27—Program! Kenneth Austin, a former D. H. S. student, spoke. He told us all about aviating. Girls’ Club after school. MARCH 28—Program again! Girls’ Glee Club practice. APRIL 1—First day of new time. Everybody must have turned their clocks up. APRIL 2—Not much doing. Anticipation of exams. APRIL 3—Two programs. Mr. McArthur spoke about Riley in A. M. Stereopticon lecture by Sconce in P. M. We don’t mind. We rather enjoy it. APRIL 4 AND 5—Exams! Those lovely things! APRIL 8—Exams paper given back by most teachers. Oh, those lovely grades. Wrangler Picnic after school. APRIL 9—Surgical Dressings Class. APRIL 10—Girls’ Student Club “Crazy Meeting” at Y. W. C. A. APRIL 11—Program. Presentation of D’s for Basketball. Ten of ’em. Same number as last year. APRIL 12—Senior meeting after school. APRIL 13—Mr. Pifer is absent. Also Mr. Lewis. We got our cards. The Sharks! show up the same as usual. 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