Denton High School - Bronco Yearbook (Denton, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1907 volume:

DEDICATION: Jo Our Highly Esteemed Instructor, hose kind help and untiring efforts have done much toward securing for the Denton High School a position in the foremost rank of the High Schools in Texas—to Principal Wallace Newton Masters. IS. S.. A. B.. this volume of the Bronco is affectionately dedicated. WALLACE NEWTON MASTERS About the first thing decided upon by the editorial start’ this year was that the Bronco should he dedicated to Prof. Masters. He has always been so kind and willing to help us in the Bronco work that we feel it to he hut a small return to dedicate this volume to him. W allace Newton Masters was born in Marshal County. Northern Alabama. He went to school there in a little log house on the side of a mountain. No doubt he was as our literature book says, a remarkably precocious lad. When he was about twelve years of age he moved to Cooksville, Texas. He began teaching school at the early age of seventeen. After teaching for one year he went to Lebanon. (diio. and entered the National Normal Cniversitv. He spent two years there. There was an excellent laboratory at this university, so it is needless to sav he enjoyed his school work. After teaching five more years, he spent another year at the university. He then taught two years in Eastern Texas before coming to Denton County. In 1� « he came to Denton to accept a position as principal of the Denton High School, which position he holds at the present time, l or several years he had charge of the tenth ami eleventh grades, and when the department system was introduced, he was chosen to fill the chair of Science and Latin. Mr. Masters is a man of scholarly attainments He s proficient in all branches of learning, but especially so in physics and 1-atin, of which subjects he is very fond. lie is an amateur poet of some merit. It is even rumored that he once burned the students midnight oil while writing poetry to his youthful loves. Mr. Masters has done much toward upbuilding the Denton High School. One of his best achievements in this line is the laboratory. Jt was owing to him that the first appropriation was made for a laboratory. Although this was small, it has been increased yearly until now the Denton High School has a laboratory which, although at first sight it does not look very promising on account of its location, nevertheless contains good apparatus I hree years ago when it was decided to have a Bronco, Mr. Masters was one of the most enthusiastic promoters. He has always been willing to aid us in any way he could, so it is in loving gratitude that wt dedicate this, the third volume of the Bronco t him. GREETING: Howdy, kind friends! How do you do.' e arc glad again to greet you. Read our stories and our rhymes. And recall the happy times When you were a jolly student. And your hearts, thought rash, imprudent. Were as gay as they could he In their youthful jollity. FACULTY ..... BRONCO BOARD SENIOR CLASS JUNIOR CLASS .15 SOPHOMORE CLASS ................47 2C FRESHMAN CLASS .................57 ATHLETICS ......................67 23 LITERATI .......................75 .39 ADVERTISEMENTS ................109 Motto: Haec dim incminisse iuvabit.—Virgil. HIGH SCHOOL YELL. Boys. Hi-ki! Hi-ki! Listen to the noise! We are the Denton High School hoys. Girls. Hijjh School! High School! Vis! Yes! yes! We arc the girls of the 1). II. S. All. Hi h School! High School! is our cry. V—I —C—T—O—R—Y. folor: Maroon. J. S. CARLISLE, Suptrintcmlent City Schools. Principal W. X. Masters. B. S.. A. li. Science and Latin. Miss Maud Bruce, I’ll. II.. History and English. J. H. Johnston. A. I Mathematics. i.. J J. V. Beaty. Mathematics and English. z-$a£ts I. BuSMti-MC l -lASST _ „ 3 PfffS 5TUKWfoMc i mE-PRES. b'.SEC'Y rf i,_ ED TOR iL i c j U4M. Ob X: 4 - 09 ojiw 0 ?_ if I SOPHOMORE- JfA tt %L O? ‘X.FRESHMM . ,SndU to nART EDITOR— u fLfM(JDu4a i 'o7. uf H TARl EDITOR- ®Ldj f fi£u :a OFFICERS. Holland Neely........................President Zac Thomason.........................Secretary i attv Richardson......................Editor Ashburn Cowan........................Historian Motto: Semper a l altiora. CLASS YELL. Phiz-ziz! Phiz-ziz! Zic-zu-zah! Seniors! Seniors! Rah! Rah! Rah! Colors: Purple and Old Gold. Flower: White Rose I lien Smith. Theme: “The Light of Dreams.” Class Essayist. B. L.,— “From grave to gay. from lively to severe. Everett Bass. Theme: The Hour of Opportunity,”— “Conspicious hy his absence.” (from class parties, class meetings, etc.) Charm McXiel. Theme: “The Roman Woman.' i would not. if 1 could, he gay. Ruth Rates. Theme: The Womanly Woman.” “To doubt her fairness were to want ail eye. To doubt her pnremss were to want a heart.” Holland Xcely, Class Historian. C lass I'resident '06-’07, Left Tackle High School Loot hall Team '06, Center Field High School Mascha 11 Team 07.— Xowher hesy a man a� he thcr nas. And yit he seemed hosier than he was. Mary W illiams. Salutatorian. Sc . Students' Council '04-’05 and 05- 06. Associate Editor llronco 06-'07, Captain of High School flasket Hall Team 06-07.— f cannot love, sir: I am too young. Ksthcr Magill, Theme: A Glance Itehim! the Curtain. Class See. ‘05-’06,— A true heart and soul—none better in the land. Ina Fritz, Theme Texas Poets and Poetry. Goal High School Basket Ball Team 06-’07.— If to her share some female error fall. Look on her face and you’ll forget 'em all.” Wiley Bishop, Theme: The Destruction of the American Forests,” Business Manager Bronco 00- 07. Right Guard High School Football Team ’Ob. Manager High School Baseball Team '07. Archbishop of the See of Hearts.— 11 the young women profess to love him.” Mabel Hogue. Class Attorney, Class Kditor Bronco 04- 05 ami '05- 00. Editor-in-Chief Bronco 00-‘07. Sec. Pierian Literary Society 05-’00.— Modest, bright, transient, chaste as the morning. Will Cregg. Theme: I lie Ultimate Moment.” Class President '05-06. President Pierian Literary Socictv '0.-06.— ■'Yearning for the large excitement that the coining cars would yield.” i .itty ivichardson. aledictorian. Class Historian I Iron co (b-Oo, Class Editor llroncO 0o-07. Critic I’ierian Literary Society 05-'06 ;i,„l 00-’07.— A woman's strength is most potent when robed in gentleness.” Zac Thomason. Theme: “Texas Histories and Historians. Class Sec. 06-07.--” 'c meet thee, like a pleasant thought. Campbell Duggan, ( lass Prophet. Art Kditor Kronco 05- 06 and 06- 07.— “There’s nothing ill can dweii i s;:.h a temple. Ashburn Cowan. Class Orator. Theme: “Advantages • •I tlu Panama Canal to the W est. Class Historian Bronco 06-’07. Mathematical Critic. Substitute High School Football Team ‘06.— He knew the useful ah to pick a flaw.” CLASS In the space allotted tor the history of the class of '07 the problem is to get r0om enough to give, not an adequate impression—that is impossible—but any impression at ail of this great class. Our numbers—nine girls and six boys—illustrate the principle of the “survival of the fittest. We may liken the throng starting in the Freshman class to a mass of crude ore. and the work in the different grades to the various processes of refining. The experience has been rather painful, the fires have been fierce, but at the last nothing is left except pure gold. in many respects our work has been lighter than that of last year. ( nr thorough work in Geometry and Algebra makes Trigonometry practically a walk over.” Having already become experts in l atin. we readily Master” Cicero and Vergil. WhiL reports and essays add to the difficnlties of History and Literature. we have so increased in the power of self-expression that these tasks are not as difficult as those presented in the laboratory work of last year. So. were it not for the new duties entailed bv our exalted station, we might have a breathing spell here on the mountain top. The first of these duties was to look after the ncwlv-hatched High Sehoolites who so innocently ami trustfully came into our midst with thc:r little blue-ribboned imitation diplomas. T he care of such a mob of infants has been a serious respons'bilitv. By a judicious mixture of snubbing and encouragin'-. HISTORY. we have succeeded in developing some gamey” characteristics in these youngsters. Our next care was to look after the prim little Sophomores. This is ’the model class, even more innocent than the verdant Frcshie. They have never wasted time, they have always studied their lessons, and loved and obeyed their teachers. It has almost given us nervous prostration to properly train them for Junior duties, and at the same time avoid shocking their tender little souls. Their respect for Senior dignity has been most gratifying, and, after all, we are rather proud of the results of our efforts to develop among them a little more originality and enthusiasm. Most onerous of all our responsibilities has beer, the training of that class to which wc yield up the sceptre of authority in the High School. A year o: association with intellectual giants should be a source of inspiration even to the mediocre. Rut an egotist, always self-satisfied, does not acknowledge superiority in others; hence, in securing recognition of our greatness from these comnlaisant Tuniors. we have performed our most difficult task. Having developed in them a becoming spirit of humility, we hope to had them on to greater heights than they could ever have reached under less gifted leadership. Having mentioned some of the duties of our Senior year, it will now be in order for us to name a few of our characteristics. Our executive ability has 1 c;n shown by the manner in which we have ruled 33 the lower classes. Never, in any school, has so small a class shown so great a variety of talent. We have among us embryo novelists, historians, artists, statesmen, and philosophers. There is one important difference between our class and the people of Athens in the Age of Pericles; many of the Athenians wen-great. all of our class have achieved greatness. Future historians will designate our work as the Golden Age of the Denton High School. From the days of good old Samuel Johnson to the present, genius has ever been distinguished by eccentricity. Minds busy with great thoughts can afford to disregard, the conventionalities of ordinary mortals. The members of our class arc no exception to the rule. Lack of space forbids the mention of all the idiosyncrasies of the class, and we must omit altogether those of our distinguished teachers. The exalted Senior who held the position of right guard of the 06 football team is a brilliant mathematician. and talks most intelligently on almost any subject: but when he discourses with the captain of his team, the theme of his discourse is. “She smiled at me.” The most brilliant student of history in our class—the one who can always be depended upon to remember the minutest details of all the campaigns of all the wars in every country under the sun—has the ’possum-like habit of sulking when any insult, real or fancied, is given to his dignity. Our gifted members of the editorial staff, young ladies who art-destined to become famous literary lights, are prom to “court an amorous looking glass.” a pardonable habit when we consider their great beauty. While we might fill a book with the eccentricities of various members of the class, these are sufficient to show that we are not lacking in at least one of the qualities ascribed to genius. And now we have come to the parting of the ways. Some seek fresh laurels in college; others take up at once the duties of the social and business worlds in which they must speedily become leaders. Let us. whatever may be our life work, ever bear in mind our class motto, and say in the future, as we have done in the past. “Semper ad altiora.” 4 A SYLLABUS OF SENIOR TRAITS Names How Spent Childhood Appearance By-word 1. Everett Bass Combing his hair Dudish Gee whiz 2. Ruth Bates Day-dreaming Always sweet Golly 3. Wiley Bishop Meditating Pleasant Bcgorra 4. Ashbum Cowan Growing Good as he can make it Mercy 5. Campbell Duggan Helping mother All right Goodness sakes 6. Ina Fritz Eating sweets Beautiful Shoot a monkey 7. Will Gregg Scrapping Up to date Oh gosh 8. Mabel Hogue I-earning to be good Not artificial Hasn’t any 9. Esther Magill Primping Ever the same Oh my 10. Charm McXiel Learning to be charming Prepossessing Great gunny-sacks 11, Holland Neely Bumming Manly Y gannies 12. Patty Richardson Getting knowledge Queen-like Johnny 13. Ellen Smith Laughing Neat Oh pshaw 14. Zac Thomason Cultivating patience Charming Moses 15. Mary Williams Asking questions Lady-like Jemiminy How Gained Fame Greatest Amusement Destiny in Life 1. As an orator Debating lawyer 2. Never acquired any. but means to soon Writing letters L’ndecidcd 3. Writing poetry Playing “Old Joe Clark” . Poet 4. Arguing Studying Preacher 5. Drawing Going to operas Artist Cy Smashing I taking cakes Clerk 7. Courting Talking Physician 8. Whispering Reading School teacher 9. Hasn’t any Washing dishes Inventor 10. Making goo-goo eyes Playing double-nothing Housekeeper for Hint 11. By his punctuality Skating Book-keeper 12. Horn with it Getting her lessons Teaching Botany 13. Singing Petting dogs (loverness 14. As a district school-marm Watching others ()ld maid 15. Playing basket ball Working in laboratory Music teacher FAREWELL. Kind friends and Seniors, we must leave l itis school we love so well— hach class and beloved teacher leave— And force the word farewell. The rest will never cease to work. Xor new ones cease to come: lint in the future years, kind friends. A different course we run. To all our teachers, kind and true. W e now extend our thanks l‘or helpful labors well bestowed; And pardoned be our pranks. W ith futures bright and hopes sublime c backward look and sigh I’or happy hours of scIi«m I days lied. And sadly say good-bye. —Ruth Rates 07. % y f OFFICERS Eugene Berry.................................President (irace Carlisle..............................Secretary Willie Wroten...................................Editor Irma Lee.....................................Historian Motto: Cerium pete finem. CLASS YELL. Phiz-a-pa-zip! Pfiiz-a-pa-zip! Juniors! Juniors! rip-rah-rip! COLORS: FLOWER: Purple and White. White Carnation. Virginia George—True wit is like the brilliant stone Dug from the Indian mine, Which boasts two different powers in one, To cut as well as shine.” Pansy Ellis— Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look; We read her fate as one who reads A true and holy book.” Mattie Lane— Earth’s noblest thing, a woman perfected.” Eugene Be — Of quiet ways. A stm.o.t of old books and days. Xannie Thomason— The rising blushes which her check o’erspread. Are opening roses in the lily’s bed. Irene Powell—”A spirit pure as hers Is always pure, even while it errs; As sunshine, broken in the rill. Though turned astray, is sunshine still.” Stella Freeman—“Her air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous, though coy. and gentle, though retired. CJraec Carlisle—“Heauty and virtue shine forever ’round thee. F.fhe Masters—“So absolute she seems. And in herself complete; so well to know Her own. that what she wills to do or say. Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest. best. Carroll Paschall— Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And departing, leave behind us. Footprints on the sands of time. I-orena Hates—“A thorns. rosebud set with little wilful Leona Edwards—“The joy of youth and health, her eyes display’d, And ease of heart her every look convey’d. Irma Arcndall— Soft as the memory of buried love. Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above.” Willie Wroten—“Life without laughing is a dreary blank.” Eugene Tanner. President Students’ Council— His heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every art.” Linda May—“When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.” Mary Barb, Goal, Basket Ball Team ’(X -'07— “She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. Mattie Lee Underwood, Associate Editor— A women mixed of such fine elements That were all virtues and religion dead. She’d make them newly, being what she was! CLASS The prime purpose of this history is to bring the world to a proper realization of the undeniable importance of this, our worthy and wonderful class. As all histories, for whatsoever purpose written, begin with the earliest known period of time, so shall this astonishing, though perfectly authentic, history begin at the very beginning. The Junior class sprung from a body of students that lived at a time of which no one except the Juniors themselves has any record. The story found in these records has never been told before—not even by the girls. But since we have now reached the year of our greatest bliss, we have decided to reveal everything in this, our true history. This prehistoric body of students was an extremely peculiar and very intellectual body. They not only delighted in studying Geometry, Literature, Physics, and conversing always in Latin, but they even disliked to flaunt their knowledge before others. At this time the world was so far behind them that, on account of their peculiar reticence, they decided to transform themselves into sprites that they might wander among the stars until the world was more mature and a more fit abode for them. This was many years ago. During these ages in which the present Juniors existed as aerial wandering sprites, most of them, especially the male portion, were destroyed in the hazardous undertakings into which they were led by their indomitable courage and indefatigable zeal. HISTORY About sixteen years ago. when the world had become partially civilized, the remnant of that proud body held one of its centennial meetings on the sun, and decided to return to earth. They were led to this decision by their belief that their long absence had retarded the progress of civilization by many centuries, and they felt that the world needed the impetus and aid of their energy and erudition. So, after much discussion this body unanimously chose Denton as the scene of their renewed existence, because here, in the Junior class of the Denton High School they could pursue their favorite studies. Upon this decision they were all reincarnated and in due time entered this school, and from this time you know our history well. Since you have read of our origin, many pccu-Im things concerning the. Juniors are explained to you. Our unusual and startling brilliancy? Remember that we. through many decades, associated with the moon and the stars, and made many visits to the sun. We are a part of all we meet, and in our lives ordinary mortals have had but little share. You. worthy preceptors: have you sometimes felt that in this class were unseen depths which you could not fathom, a something guessed at. but not understood? Bright Jupiter sometimes draws a nebulous veil across his face. Do you marvel at our wonderful grasp of Mathematics and the other branches of science? We have been virtually a part of the solar system. Our appreciation and instinctive under- 44 standing of the deepest literary productions? Such is the inspiration of the stars and the course of Ulysses is nothing when compared with our wanderings. Our marvelous mastery of Latin? Nay, all times, all peoples, all languages have been known to us. You Seniors, have you sometimes wondered at the strong but inexplicable attraction that draws you to the Junior class, and robs attained Seniordom of its expected glories? Remember that every sun has its planets and for every planet there must be satellites. You aspiring Sophies, do you wonder at our exquisite sentiment and enviable poetic temperament ? Our nightly watches with the Man-m-thc-Moon have home such fruit. And you, complacent Frcshie. would vou presume to remark our love of jewelry and self adornment? Alas! how can you understand, vou. who have naught of Saturn’s rings ? And now you must admit that the Junior class is the best, the most wonderful of all. and whatever part may be given us in the drama of life, you may without fear of disappointment expect us each to make ours the role of a star. —Historian. 4 5 THE JUNIOR YEAR. The Junior year !a vnc l bright and clear And all our studies seemed so dear. We thought we'd have an easy time. And keep our lessons just in prime. Hut when a few short weeks had passed ( ur studies got so they came last When there was fun of any kind To keep our lessons off our mind. Hut soon we found to he no fun 1 he things we thought so easy done. And then we got right down to work. And not one duty did we shirk. Geometry with all our skill Ve solved with a determined will. We made constructions all complete. And all conditions we did meet. In Literature at first with ease We learned of writers by degrees. To write our essays we would sit Aud seem to lose our very wit. Could think of all things not connected With the subject which we had selected. But after we had studied long We made our essays good ami strong. And in our Latin we would read How Caesar brave would take the lead. And if by chance he was defeated By the teacher we were quickly seated. Hut Physics is what Junior dreads We just can’t get it in our heads; And the laboratory is the place To make a fellow lose his grace. And at the end of the Junior year The examinations did we fear. But then we did our very best And came out winners like the rest. And now the Junior year is past And we are Seniors bold at last. Hut will always hold in memory dear Those days we spent in Junior year. —Irene Powell 08. 46 OFFICERS Russell Bass................................President Stella Owsley...............................Secretary Katie Bass.....................................Editor Alice Cowan.................................Historian Motto: Vincit qui se vincit. CLASS YELL. Vis! Vis! Vi! Vim! Vi! Sophies! Sophies! Who arc we? We are the smartest, we arc the best. We are the pride of the D. H. S. COLORS: Old Gold and Black. FLOWER: Sun Flower. Sybil Aldrigc—“One vast substantial smile.” William Hanks—“Stately ami tall he moves in the hall” Russell Bass—Class President—“Judge me not by my size.” Clark Brown—“It is better to learn late than never.” Homer Bruce—“A mother's pride, a father's joy.” Margie Cowan—“Sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.” Lula Evers—“It is beauty that begins to please, and tenderness that completes the charm.” Brooks Grant—“The world knows only two—that’s Rome and I.” Ollic Kerley—“Bashfulness is an ornament to youth.” Pearl Mahan—Alias Daisy Pearl — I am monarch of all I survey.” Stella ()wslcy. Class Secretary—“As merry as the day is long.” Lola Parker—-“Her blue eyes sought the west afar; For lovers love the western star. Tom Rector—“Thou art the man.” Ilernice Skinner— An angel.” Hattie Smith—“Knowledge is power as well as fame. ’ Melissa Smith—“You have too much respect upon the world. Mablc Strickland—“She looks as clear . as morning roses newly washed with dew.” Odessa Swindell—“Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above, was she. P.lanche Thomason. Ass’t. Art Editor— “She’s beautiful and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.” 0 Eugene Ballard—“A parlous boy.” Anna Banks. Secretary Students' Council, Captain Basket Ball Team—“She seizes hearts, not waiting for consent.” Katie Bass. President Basket Ball Club. Class Editor— A lottery, a lottery. In Cupid's Court there used to be: Two roguish eyes. The highest pri?e In Cupid’s scheming lottery.” Alice Cowan. Class Historian— Sweet Alice, whose hair is so brown.” Bertie Davis—“My heart is fixed.” Arkie Elms—“Wisdom is better than rubies.” George Goode—“I was not always a man of woe.” Ercd Harris, President Altrurian. Captain Foot Ball Team—“He is of a very melancholy disposition.” Marie Hester—“A maiden never bold. Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion 1'dushcd at herself.” Valentine Leech—“A still small voice.” Jim Lyles—“A man after his own heart. Eula Magill—‘‘Let thy words be few. Hilda Masters— Her lips are two red roses on a stalk.” Rosalie Rathbone. Secretary of Altrurian— “Is she not more than painting can express. Or youthful j oets fancy when they love?” Oberia Robertson— She did make defect perfection.” Emma Schmitz—“Those al out her from her shall learn the perfect ways of honor. Mary Williams— A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. 2 CLASS It is almost with a feeling of awe that I take up the task which has been assigned me—that of writing the history of the Sophomore Class. It shall be my endeavor to avoid the extravagant boasting which characterizes too many class histories and give a simple, truthful recital of the chief events of our Sophomore year. Since history is a record of real events, truth compels me to reveal some things which modesty would otherwise tempt me to conceal It is universally acknowledged by all capable of judging that ours is the most brilliant class that has ever worked its way through the grades and entered the High School. Our march through the lower grades was a triumphal progress. Each succeeding teacher welcomed us joyfully ami parted from us regretfulh. feeling refreshed as by a year's rest. It has not not been necessary for the teacher to furnish us either brains or energy. We were lacking in neither. There has never been a year since we entered the public school that our honored Superintendent has not said. “I am proud to say that this is the best class that has ever been in this grade. Further proof of our superiority would be superfluous. Our record this vear has been better than that of any previous vear. The few who were weak or wh were lacking in courage to scale the steep heights of Parnassus, have drooped from our ranks and only the tried and true remain. The thorough preparation oi former years is hearing its fruit, and difficulties re- HISTORY cede before us as mists before the morning sun. Already the signs of future greatness are apparent. Two of our number have shown musical genius of a high order, and one at least is destined to become a great prinia donna. ()thers show decided artistic talent, and some of our great illustrators will have to look to their laurels in the not-far-distant future. Budding authors galore are in our midst, and with the superior advantages of the Denton High School and the inspiration of gifted fellow students. some arc certain before many years to rival Dickens and Kliot. It was thought for a while that there were thre« mathematical geniuses in our class—two girls and a Im.v. But alas! one of the girls has marred the classic outlines of a noble brow by a frivolous pompadour. and there is a rumor afloat that the other—let me whisper it—sometimes uses a curling iron! True genius does not descend to such trivialities of personal decoration: so we sadly fear that these greatly admired Sophomores are merely talented. It might be supposed from the high standard of intellectuality established by the class, that the social graces are entirelv wanting. Such, however, is not the case. Even the grave and reverend Seniors ac knowledge that the prettiest girls in the High Schmd are found among the Sophomores, and beautv and wit combined make them irresistible. It is feared that several promising careers will be blighted by matrimony. S3 While we have many admirers, critics are not wanting. The Freshmen, Juniors and Seniors have criticized our lack of enthusiasm in the Students Council. Forgetting that the loud voice “bespeaks the vacant mind,” they urge us to whoop and yell when there is no occasion for it. True greatness is shown in quiet dignity of manner, and we are surprised that our friends, the Seniors, have allowed us to set them an example, which, it seems, they aic unable to appreciate. As an evidence that we are not altogether lacking in enthusiasm, we respectfully refer our critics to our work in athletics. When a coach was secured from the classic halls of Wellesley to train a basket ball team, half the members, and most of the officers were chosen from the Sophomores. Equally important has been our work on the foot ball team. It is all well enough to call us “pikers. but when it comes M real, solid work, mental or physical, the Class of 1 09 must bear the brunt. We not only work best and play best, but we have the most up-to-date literary society, the Altrur-ian. W e are leaders in every movement for the upbuilding of the Denton High School, which—we say it modestly—we have helped to make famous. We live up to our motto: “Vincit qui se vincit.” Having long ago conquered ourselves and gained supremacy over the Freshies. Juniors and Seniors, we sigh for new worlds to conquer. In two more years we shall enter upon a broader field of activity, and a new era of progress will then dawn upon our beloved country. There will be work to do. battles to fight, and honors to win. and we are not only willing but able to take the lead in everything. Wc are determined that this old world shall be richer, wiser, happier ami better because we have helped to make it so. PRESHMA V CLASS. OFFICERS. Quinlan Adams............................President Polly Curl...............................Secretary Grace Beyett................................Editor Jessie McClurkan.........................Historian Motto: Aut inveniam aut faciam. CLASS YELL: Seniors like you needn’t squall; Freshmen like us never bawl; Juniors, Juniors, what arc they? ( h. they're not worth much today. All the Sophies, great and small. Don’t count any thing at all. Freshmen, Freshmen, best of all. Watch us grow un straight and tall; I hen Seniors dignified we’ll be. The very best you’ll ever see. COLORS: FLOWER: Grey and Maroon. Cape Jasmine. CLASS ROLL Rcxford Anderson—“I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Quinlan Adams. Class President— The path which leads to literary fane is more difficult than that which leads to fortune Bessie Ball— She gives her feet no moment's rest. Altlia Ball— Avoid extremes. Roy Borden— Know thyself. Sidney Bates— Consider the end. Jim Brown—“Peace rules the day when rca n rules the hour.” Mamie Bratcher— A picture is a poem without words. J. C. Bell— Incapable of mischief. Kcarie Berry—“Out of mind as soon as out of sight. Elsie Beck— Quickness is genius. Myrtle Brown— Silence reigns supreme. Lula Bates— She works so late on her Latin. That she doesn't have time to think about Satin. Maggie Brim— Brevity is the soul of wit. Bessie Browder— Her tresses are brown and silken. (irace Beyctt, Class Kditor— So unaffected, so compos'd a mind. So firm, so soft, so strong, yet so refined. Pearl Bishop— Pearls in the deep. Stars in the sky. Dreams in her sleep So. lullaby. Nell Bavless. Secretary Kuto; ian— Silence is more clooiitflt than words. j Bessie Bruce- much ilk. a great sweet silence.” Alvin Bush— Intrust thy fortunes to the powers above. Zelma Cowan—“Constancy in love, and sincerity in friendship.” Dora Coffee— Virtuous maid. John Collins— May lie attain the object of his wishes. Polly Curl, Class Secretary— A maid that is constant and kind. John Crain. Vice President Students’ Council. President Eutopian— He lives long that lives well.” Ed Cobbs— Knowledge without justice ought to he called cunning rather than wisdom. 62 Grover Campbell—“Nothing is impossible to industry.” Fred Collins—“Where liberty dwells there is my country.” Olin Cunningham—“Look before you, ere you leap.” Earl Cayton—“As an infant crying in the night.” Linda Deayenport— Charms to strike the sight, and merit to win the heart. Clarence Durham—“We find some not obscure hints of the future man.” William Durham—“If you ask me how pious he is. I treat it as a conundrum and give it up.” Brower Davidson— Every man has his own style like his own nose.” Kay Dudley—“Peace, peace, when there is peace.” Susie Davidson—“I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue. Noah Dunavan— The wisest man is generally he who thinks himself least so. Lucy Ewan— Virtue without deceit.” Mary Fox—“Innocence ami modest merit. Emory Fulton—“He that rulcth his tongue is greater than he that taketh a city. Nellie Fritz—“A sunny temper gilds the edges of life's blackest cloud.” Tom Floyd—“May evil communications never corrupt his good manners.” Grade I-ec Franks—“Beauty’s best companion- modesty.” Car! Griffin—“May the love of country always prevail ’ Silas Grant. Class Poet.—“A poet is bom. not made.” I lovd Garrison—' I came. I saw. I conquered.” Sidney Grant—“A school boy’s tale, the wonder of an hour.” John Kauslein—“Little but loud.” Clara Harrel—“Next to love, quietness.” Irl Micks—“Nobility of sentiment.” Joe Hall—“ Believe one who has had experience.” Frank Hambright—“Thy actions and thy actions alone, determine thy worth. Jim Inge. Sergeant-at-arms Dixie—“Goodness is the only investment that never fails.” Xora Jones—“She is young and apt.” Bettie Johns—“Silence is golden.” Mary Jones—“Beauty without affection. Nell Jasper—“A heart to glow for others good.” Francis Land—“A heart to feel and a heart to give.” Opal Leach—- All that love can give, ami sensibility enjoy.” Emma Belle Lipscomb—“A passion for drawing. I.ucile Long—‘‘The consciousness of well-doing is ample reward.” Gertrude McReynolds. Vice President Dixie— Health is better than rubies.” Ida Mann—“Beneficence is a duty.” Marion Moore—“Knowledge is the foe of ignorance. Earl Mann— YVe recognize a Hercules bv the size of the foot, that is. we judge of the whole from the specimen.” Areata McCormick—“Her brown eyes are lik« stars shining in the night.” Clarence Miller. President Dixie. Xanoleon Bona parte— He knows more than you think.” Jessie McClurkan. Historian. Secretary Di'ie “Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. Ethel Masters— Artless love and disinterest id friendship. Aldcn Miller— He lives to learn, and learns to livi well.” Ida Morris—“She is modest and fair. Warren Moore— Genius and merit are never in want of a friend. 6 Althea Owens— l!i' sweet maid; And let who will be clever.” Ida I ritchard A period to the sorrows of an ingenuous mind.” I.rin Pittman ” I he tear and the smile in your eyes Pdcnd like the rainliow in your skies.” I'mma Robinson—“Truth is eternal.” I lifford Stroud— Right is the innermost part of man. John Schmitz— ' I rust not too much to an enchanting face. Man Storrie—“Love, my Mary, dwells with thee. On your cheeks his prints I stc. 1 lorencc Short—“A daughter of virtue.” Lizzie Storrie— The style I have aimed at is extreme conciseness of expression, yet pure, perspicious musical. Warren Smith— The brave never want protection. Kenneth Scott— Who can blot that name With any just reproach? Carrie Taylor— Silence is confession. Winifred Woodward— She is fair to look upon.” Arthur Walker— Wise and masterly in activity. Maude Zumwalt— Virtue is its own reward.” CLASS 1 Let x equal the amount of learning necessary to become a Freshman; y the knowledge the Faculty requires him to absorb in four years; z the amount that oozes out in the summer or fails to soak in (luring the winter; and u the accomplishments required of a Senior before leaving the High School with credit. Then x plus y minus z equals u. This indeterminate equation we are called upon to solve, and to each one who solves it and finds the correct value of u. a sheepskin prize is offered. And ii the Silly Sophomores. Worthy Juniors, and Dig nified Seniors can solve it. we feel confident that a sufficient number of this class will solve it to make the graduating class of 1910 the largest and most sedate class that ever received diplomas from the High School. Mr. Carlisle praises us. and tell us we are the best (Freshman) class that has ever been in the High School; and we know that if we are worthy of his praise, wc do not deserve the taunts and jeers thrust al us by our higher schoolmates. But we don’t care. When they say we are verdant, we just smile as one who is really green, just to show them how they looked when they were beginners in Latin. Imagine our ecstasy at the close of ’05- 06 when we were told that wc were to be Freshmen next year! We thought that would be something great. We would have our pictures in the Bronco, and to almost HISTORY every storv ami drawing in it would be signed the name of a Freshman. We were dreaming then—we did not know that il would take us so long to learn Latin ami the rules of Knglish (irammar as set forth by Sisk that we would have no time to devote to work on the Bronco. We were frightened, too. at first, by the sight of teachers who did not wear dresses; but our timidity has vanished now. and we can decline a noun (of the first declension)), or explain a problem in Mathematics without a blush or a tremor, and look a dignified professor square in the face. We were told that if we wished to appear well before the public at commencement, we must have literary societies and learn the art of speaking. It was decided that Freshman 1 should have a Dixie Society and that Freshman II should be known as I Utopians. One of our number. Clarence Miller, better known as Napoleon Bonaparte, was elected president of the Dixie. The Freshmen are up-to-date, and as it is the usual custom in all orders that the presiding officer be initiated (inaugurated the Seniors say), they thought of initiating their mogul; moreover. the same thought occurred to Mr. Johnston. So he invited the president to join him in a place which, when mentioned to a Junior, causes a pained expression on his countenance, and. when its name is asked of a Senior, causes a broad grfn and a grunt of ‘‘purgatory! There, in a little box nailed firmly 65 to the wall, is a narrow strip of wood about eighteen inches long, which is used in trying preliminary experiments in heat. President Miller got hisf Mr. Crain, the president of the Eutopian. was not dealt with by his serene instructor in such a hazardous manner. Some of us have learned to read papers in public, and as debaters we are unequafed. Our teachers, fearing that we will become weak and weary from hard study, are very considerate of our social hours. So before the dismissal of school previous to the Christmas holidays, we were invited to participate in a “fishing party.” We were amused by the queer little articles we caught, but we hope some day to be high enough in schooldom to share in a grab-box party,” as was planned by the Juniors and Seniors. We feel assured that we have made a good reputation as Freshmen, ami now we ar ready to change our title to Sophomore. Since our ambitions were so high, we found it necessary to select some motto that would convey to the world in general, and to the High School in particular. our lofty aims and ideals. We first thought of an English motto, for we felt sure that a class so thoroughly alive should not embody their aspirations in a language that was dead. Rut then occurred to us the dreadful thought that perhaps the learned 6 Faculty and wise Seniors might think we didn’t know enough Latin to select a motto from that language. This thought was positively unbearable; so we decided upon the simple but strong sentence—“Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.” This expresses exactly the ambitions of every loyal Freshman, either to find a way or to make one. Through the earnest efforts of the class counsellor. our Bishop, we can now boast that we have none in our class who is not a Fairman. We are a very Cunning (ham) class, and none can excel us in the qualities that go to make up an excellent pupil. With the keen eye of the Hawk, we arc quick to detect the subtle difference between pulverizing and pluralizing nouns; with the slyness of the Fox. we arc able to fool our Mathematics teacher into believing that we understand the value of x. y. and z; and with the long stride of the Crain, we arc fast covering the distance between Freshland and Seniordom. Since there is not one among us but Masters his declensions and conjugations, since the editorial stalf has but to hint to receive a Storrie for the Pronco, and since we stick to our work as closely as a T.each. I think you can hut grant that no one of us is guilty of undue egotism if he stands up and asserts. I know I Hambright.” 5 LINE UP OF BASEBALL TEAM Y ilcv Bishop. Manager. J. H. Johnston, Coach. Fred Harris. Captain. � . s. Clark Brown, catcher. Ned Rector, pitcher, Earl Mann, pitcher. William Banks. 1st 1 . Tom Rector. 2nd b. Will Durham. 3rd b. Holland Neely, 1. f. Jerry Fowler, c. f. George Baseball. r. f. Substitutes: Grover Campbell Quinlan Adams. A Forecast of the Base Ball Team of ’07. This being our first year to support a base ball team, we are naturally a little slow in getting in the field; but after the success of the fi ot ball team we feel more confident of our success in base ball. We have for material men whose abilities have been tried, and we know their worth. We have enough good material for two star teams. Wc are trusting in their playing to win a record as one of the first school teams of this part of the state, and to this end wc will perhaps arrange a schedule with other schools, containing Gainesville High School, the Southwestern Christian College, and the North Texas State Normal. Another source of the success of the team, besides the records of the players, is the skillfull coaching which will be given them by Mr. Johnston, whose training aided so much in the foot ball team. —Manager ‘07. 68 LINE UP OF BASKET BALL TEAM. Centers: Lola Parker. (Jessie Browder. Anna Banks. Marv Williams. Goals: Blanche Thomason. Ina Fritz. Coaches: Mis Backs: Katie Pass. Kmma Belle Lipscomb, Lula Evers. Nell Bay less. Guards: Mary Barb. Alice Cowan. Mounts ami Bruce. Early in the fall a basket ball team, composed of twelve Kirls from the High School, was organized. The team selected as their coach Miss Mounts, and later in the year when it became necessary to have another coach Miss Bruce was selected. As this is the first year the Denton High School has ever had a basket ball team, it was somewhat difficult to get us started to playing, but after the first call-out we have played through the year with much enthusiasm and we are determined to make the red and white the winning colors. Our Superintendent gave us a field in the northeast corner of our campus, on which we enjoy a gaim every Wednesday ami Friday afternoon. As none of us were familiar with the game few scores were made during the first two or three call-outs, but later the goal throwers learned the trick of getting the ball in the basket and now high scores are made. To play basket ball successfully it is necessary to keep one’s mind on the ball and nothing else, to keep one's eyes open and to be quick: in short, it is necessary to be a Johnny-on-the-spot. And as most of the High .School girls are noted for doing well anything they undertake, we soon hope to have a fine team. Although we have never played a match game, it is the intention of our coaches to arrange one or more for us before the year is closed. With the con- tant work and encouragement of our coaches, and « ur weekly practice games, we hope to score over any team we may challenge. 7C LINE UP OF FOOT BALL TEAM. J. H. Johnston. Coach. | 'forge Baseball. Center. I urner Roark (picture not in). L. G. Holland Neclv. L. T. Ned Rector, L K. ilev Bishop. R. G. Substitutes: F.ugene Whitehead, R. T. William Banks. R. K . I'. I . I‘red Harris. C aptain. Q. B. I-larl Mann. R. II. B. 'lom Rector. L. H. B. Clark Brown. F. B.. L. E. Ashburn Cowan, James Lyles, Quinlan Adams, Grover Campbell. The Foot Ball Team. This was the High School's first year on the gridiron, and we are glad to say that, hearing this fact in mind, our record has been a good one. ()wing to the fact that we had never had a team of our own before, and also that foot ball has but few admirers in the city, the season opened with a decided lack of interest in the game. But by the efforts and encouragement of Mr. Johnston, we were finally brought to the position of one of the swiftest and grittiest school teams in the surrounding towns. The material which our coach found at his dis-j.osal when he first called for volunteers was very raw and unacquainted with the game, and gave lit- tle promise of ever being able to form a line of scrimmage. In fact, there was much good material, but all in the rough, so that he hardly knew where to take hold. But severe training developed a grit and speed which were later to be so effective on the field. The I). II. S. team met the North Texas University team at Terrell for their first game. There they found training much different from playing the game, but this knowledge, won at so high a price, helped them to make good in every other game. In this game Terrell had two decided advantages: first, their net weight was 1-18. while the I). H. S. weigheo barely 133, giving the decided advantage of 15 pounds 72 to the man; second, the X. T. I . S. had had daily held work and were moreover experienced players. The results of these exceptional advantages showed plainly at the close of the game when the score stood 37 to 0 in favor of Terrell. The next two games of the team were played with the Southwestern Christian College. In these games the D. If. S. showed the good which the drubbing” at Terrell had done. The scores were 25 to 0 and 17 to 0 respectively both in favor of the I). H. S. These games were won by speed and grit as the I). H. S. were outweighed V) pounds to the man. The next game of the team was with the Gainesville High School team at that place on November 10. The team was at that time in the best form of the season, ami the Gainesville team was als in good training. The issue of the game ior the fir t ten minutes was doubtful. The G. H. S. were 20 pounds heavier, but the I . H. S. showed more grit and speed It was by far the most evenly matched game of the season at this period, but the I). H. S. finally out-winded Gainesville and the game was short work, 'flic quick end work of X. Rector and the line bucks of Brown with the sledge hammer strokes of the whole line-up drove the G. H. S. across the field until the game was worn , the score being 22 to 0 in favor of the I). II. S. The team then wished to secure a game with the . T. I . S.. but their faculty having abolished foot ball from the school athletics after the game with the I). II. S.. no game was played. The season closed with brighter prospects for the 1907 team. Harris being retained Captain of the team. —VV. O. B. 07. 73 I THE COWBOY Oh hail, Thou sturdy monarch of the plain. Unbounded is thy vast domain ; From north to south, from east to west. As far as thou canst sec. Thou canst this glorious truth attest That all belongs to thee. Yea. more: The fair wild flower lifts up her head. The grasses rustle ’iieath thy tread. The cattle bellowing o’er the lea Their homage to thee bring. Submissive to thy sovereignty Proclaim that thou art King. Though King. Thy noble brow no crown doth bear. Thy form no regal robes cloth wear. Xo chariots speed at thy command. No courtiers gay surround: Yet King thou art. and just as grand As those where these abound. Oh thou Art happier far on these broad plains. Unsheltered from the snow and rains. Than English Prince or Russian Czar; For thou indeed art free. And ceremony doth not mar Thine own sweet liberty. How true That liberty is all thine own And thou dost sit on Freedom’s throne. The breezes whisper in thine ear As thou dost dream at night: And lovely Venus, shining clear. Spreads 'round her silvery light. 76 By lav what joy to gaily ride Across the vales and pastures wide, And with a steady hand and sure Throw swift the lasso strong. And bind the willful steer secure. As thou dost sped along. Thy sturdy race so justly grand Must soon alas! give up this land; For progress in its westward march Breaks up thy vast domains. Thy brow must lose its kingly arch. And thou desert thy plains. Oh well Might tender grasses softly sing In honor of their Cowboy King; And would that I in nobler strain Might chant this feeble song. And earth join in the sweet refrain His praises to prolong. Eugene Tanner 08. WHO IS “O, dear, I am sure 1 don’t know what we are to do.” sighed Marjorie Dean as she slammed the guitar down on the floor beside her. producing a melancholy twang as if it, too, had given up in despair. (). chuck it. Marj!” broke in jolly boyish Patricia. called “Pat for short, or I’ll chuck this pillow at you. Don't you suppose we all feel hopeless enough without your doing the weeping willow act and sighing around as if you had a theme for Priscilla? “I do wish I hadn’t spent all my allowance for this month.” lamented Englestorm, the candv-loving daughter of a western merchant. “Fancy a Senior Masque without a spread! There’s no chance of ge -ting Miss Davis to credit us. because she has given her permission for the masque, and that is ail we dare ask of her.” “Where’s that twenty your father sent for your birthday? asked a tall, slender girl who answered to the name of “Angel. “Chocolates, ribbons, flowers, skates. sighed En-glestorm. the improvident, mournfully shaking her head. “I’ll tell you.” said Kittic. the Resourceful, “let’s every one borrow money from somebody else. “That’s a bright idea. Miss Kitten-Cat. but there’s no one for us to borrow from except the Freshies and Juniors, and think of our dignity! said the calm beauty whom the girls called The Lawyer. SYLVIA? “Well, there’s one thing sure. I’d hate to he the cook and the gardener, if you girls must borrow the wherewithal to feast on. said Mary Moore, the least girl in the class. “I’ll bet pt or Bridget has to pawn her shoes for collection money next Sunday.” Well. I’ll tell you what we must do,” said Kittie with decision. We must manage it some way. and that is all there is to it. To this there seemed to be no objection, and each one started out to see what could be done, all maintaining an air of great secrecy. “Say Angel, why don’t you try to lx rn w from Miss Priscilla. called “Pat. as the Angel flew down the hall. “Don’t you ever believe it! She would be sure to produce Johnson’s Lives and ask me for a theme. No, thank you: I’ll leave Miss Priscilla alone with her poets and pray that her precious John, if she has one. will hurry and come to get her. Just then the Angel flushed and dropped her eyes guiltily, as she turned a corner and came upon Miss Mcmdeth, who was standing near a window. Her flushed face and pained expression told that she had heard. You’d better look out for your Lit. grade. said the I-awyer consolingly, when the Angel turned to her for advice. Miss Davis’ school for young ladies was a large old colonial home surrounded by beautiful grounds. The most aristocratic considered themselves fortun- 8 • ate if they could get their daughters within the portals of Miss Davis' select school. The Dean was very strict, and demanded perfect observance of all rules; but in spite of her severity and queer ways, the girls loved her: for they soon found that behind her stern looks and positive manner was hidden a tender heart and that she had not forgotten the days when she was young and life was but a great play time. Next to her they had loved Miss Moss, the English teacher. Hut during the vacation Miss Moss had married and Miss Merrideth had come to take her place. The girls were prejudiced against her before they saw her; for who could make up to them for the friend they had lost? The fact that the new teacher was young, girlish. undeniably pretty and wore always the most attractive and becoming of gowns did not overcome their prejudice nor win their favor. She had taken dear, plain, and it must b e admitted, dowdy Miss Moss’ place, and the very fact that she was everything that the idolized Miss Moss was not. set them al! the more against her. Her careful neatness and immaculate toilettes had won from them nothing more tlattering than the sobriquet of Miss I’riscilla. which, however, they were careful to call her only within their own sacred circle. At every turn she was reminded of the departed Miss Moss, and her every advance was received with disapproval. Not one of them guessed that Miss Joyce Mer- ridcth had been considered the jolliest, prettiest, and most popular girl at Bryn Maur and later at Vassar. and that she had been the belle of Vale and Harvard commencements. XTot one of them had noticed the bewitching dimples that peeped out at her smile, nor the merry twinkle just ready to dance in her beautiful. bright eyes. None dreamed that many days Miss Merrideth had looked longingly after them as they trooped past her, nor that she had lain awake night after night asking wearily of the darkness. “Will they never learn to love me?” The Senior girls were planning a great lark in the shape of a masque, which was to be given in the rooms of Kittie Taylor, who was the greatest tomboy and most popular girl of the class. All the plans had gone well until the girls came to the spread, when, casting up their accounts, they found temporary bankruptcy staring them in the face. The monthly checks were not due for a week, and the present wealth of the class amounted to exactly a quarter, two dimes, three nickles and a copper—an insignificant sum when compared with the requirements of a Senior spread. At last Kittie. the Resourceful, hit upon a plan which was accepted by the others simply because there was nothing else to do. • VVe can have a Barmecide feast. ' she said, with a cheerful smile, “at least we can have lots of fun going through the motions of eatin . We can play like a twelve course dinner if we like.” ) “There isn't enough to buy a pound of chocolates,” groaned Englestorm, the lover of sweets. So the tables were set as if for a great spread while the Presides and Juniors listened enviously to the rattle of the dishes, anti at last the Seniors themselves plucked up heart and looked forward to their Harmecide feast as to a real entertainment. At last the great night came and the masks began to arrive. They were all merry, trying to guess which girl each mask hid. when suddenly there was a knock, and Kittie. who answered the summons, uttered a cry of surprise. There at the door sat a great box addressed to the Senior class. Who sent it? Where did it come from. Many were the questions asked, but Kittie and the Lawyer hauled it into the room and began to investigate. There were a box of glorious orchids, the class flower, a great box of chocolates, stuffed olives, marshmel-lows. salted almonds, three jars of oickle« . besides sandwiches, fruits, salads, and everything else tempting to a school girl's palate. At the bottom was a little card which read: “With sincere wishes for a happy time, from Sylvia. “Who is Svlvia? asked Kittie. “Who in the world is Sylvia? asked the Angel. “Englestorm. vou sly thing, did you have some of that twenty left after all? Come, 'fess up. Hut Englestorm knew as little about it as did the rest of them, and they were all amazed. At last their appetites overcame their curiosity, and they were soon eating and chatting away. )ur unknown friend lias excellent taste.” said Englestorni, as she nibbled a delicious chocolate and looked at the beautiful orchids in the center of the table. It is very strange.” said the Lawyer, who was noted for her acumen, “there are only eleven in o-ir class, and I have counted twelve at the tab’e.” Immediately a hand from every masked figure began to point as they all counted. Without a mistake there were twelve. “But how can that be? cried Kittle. “I put only eleven plates, one at each end. four on one side and five on the other. Again the hands pointed—there were twelve plates. Which is the extra one?” cried Bat Let's all unmask. Wait until after the spread. said another, ‘a im story is s nice.’ So when the time for unmasking came all looked eagerly for the stranger—only Seniors were to be seen; again the hands moved counting them—there were only eleven. The next day in talking it over they all remembered one who was the gayest, brightest, wittiest of the crowd, one who had been the leader in all the fun. but each girl. when questioned, said. It was not I. f thought it was Mary, or Xell. or Sue The mystery was unsolved on the disappearance of the stranger. They had hunted all through the house and had found no one except Miss Merrideth. sitting at her desk in the English room, looking over some papers with a Hushed face and happy eyes, which, however, they failed to notice. The next day on Kiltie's table was found a dainty little note, which the girls read again and again as if it hid a clue. “Dear Maids: I must thank you for the lovely time 1 had last evening; it was the jolliest time 1 have had in many a long. long day. 1 will carry the remembrance in mv heart as a ray of sunlight for darker, lonlier hours. Cordially and sincerely. Sylvia. The girls were more excited than ever, hut could find out nothing: for none seemed to know anything of Sylvia. They did not think to ask the lonely lit tie English teacher, nor did they notice that she smiled when “Sylvia was mentioned. As the months passed on the mystery was still unsolved. All asked. Who is Sylvia? hut there was none to answer. The interest in the unknown was kept alive by various reminders. The Angel was cheered through many long weary days in the hospital by beautiful flowers “From Sylvia. Pat was banished to the Dungeon for correction and received a package of magazines and a note, “Please apologize to Miss Davis. Sylvia. At last one day Mary, who was rarely surprised out of her usual nonchalance, came rushing up to a group on the campus. “Oh! girls. I have found out who Sylvia is, she gasped as she sat suddenly on the grass. “Who? Who? cried the ten eager voices, while some Freshmen ran up to share in the excitement. You could never, never guess. she assured them. Ilut tell us, and the Angel gave her an impatient shake. A special delivery came just now. and I had to sign for it. It was addressed to Miss Sylvia Joyce Merrideth!' .Vow faint! That night a bevy of girls was crowded into Miss Merrjdeth’s room, on the bed, the trunk and on the floor they sat. and she reigned queen of the hour. I was so lonely,” she said, when they questioned her, and 1 loved you from the first.” And to think. said Pat. that you were -------” Miss Priscilla. smiled Miss Merrideth. Well, I just wish I were John, then.” cried the Angel, giving her a genuine bear hug. —Bessie Browder ’10 1 THE MORAL THAT ADORNED THE TAIL. It came to pass that a Freshman had a dream which caused him to he troubled greatly. The strange dream made him afraid, and the pain in his head, caused by the dream, made him to suffer great sorrow. Therefore, he called unto him all the wise students of the Denton High School that they might make known unto him the meaning of his dream. W ise Freshmen. Sophomores, and Juniors came in to interpret the dream. The Freshman told them his dream, but they all. with one consent, said they were unable to make known its meaning. And so the Freshman sent for the wise Senior, whose name was Ashburn Thompson Cowan, in whom was the desire to solve things. The Freshman was filled with great joy when he saw Ashburn Thompson Cowan, and said. “O, Ashburn Thompson Cowan, because I know that thou delightest in problems I have summoned you to relate to me the interpretation of my dream, which was thus: I saw before me a curious horse which was strangely and wonderfully marked. A great desire to examine the animal possessed me; but when I came nigh unto it. it would run away so swiftly that I was unable to overtake it. From the time i laid my weary head upon my pillow until the rising of the sun. I pursued the fleeing horse, on whose tail was a tag. And now, O Ashburn Thompson Cowan, in whom is the desire to solve things, declare unto me the interpretation of my dream, which other wise men are unable to relate to me; but I know thou canst for the spirit of solving possesseth thee.” And Ashburn Thompson Cowan said. “O Freshman. the horse which thou sawest. which was curiously marked, which was ever fleeing from you. and on whose tail was a tag. was the ‘Bronco’ of the Denton High School. The curious markings were the contents of the ‘Bronco,’ such as drawings, stories, poems, etc., and O woe is unto thee. Freshman, for I judge from the fact that the horse was ever fleeing from you that you have not yet purchased a ‘Bronco.’ The fleeing horse represents the difficulty you will now have in procuring one.” The Freshman made confession that he had not subscribed for a ‘Bronco.’ as he thought he would wait until he knew it was going to be a success. “But what,” he said, “does that tag on the tail represent ? ’ “On the tag.” said Ashburn Thompson Cowan, “was the moral that adorned the tail, and O Freshman. it is this: Subscribe for the Bronco’ two or three months before it is published, for the ‘Bronco is mighty and all the copies are soon consumed.” —Mabel Hbguc ’07. 82 LASSIE AND LADDIE. Once there was a little Lassie. Lithe as the roe; In a school she used to study. Long time ago. At the school a little I«addie Went to and fro: And he met the Lassie coming. Long time ago. Two white hands had little Lassie. White as the snow; And they thrilled the little Laddie. Long time ago. Two blue eyes had little Lassie, Like indigo; And they charmed the little Laddie. Long time ago. Two sweet lips had little Lassie. Lips all aglow: And they tempted little Laddie. Long time ago. When the lips tempted little Laddie. Lassie blushed “No!” And she ran away from Laddie. Long time ago. 83 —Eflie Masters ’08. HOW I EARNED (?) MY FIRST DOLLAR. My big sister. Vi. has lots of beaux. I think that is so silly, going with the girls. and I’m not goin’ to do it when I get to he a man. You have to spend too much money on them, and they’re not worth it— • my sister’s an exception though; she’s square with a fellow. Vi has lots of beaux and some of them are all right: but there’s one that I just mortally can’t hear. ;.nd he’s that Johnson. My dog, 'l ag. agrees with me. too. He growls every time Mr. Johnson comes near the house. The coward is ’fraid of him. too. ami dodges Tag every chance he gets. Well, he had been coming for a month or two. when one day I met him down town. Hello kid.’ he said. I want you to take a note to your sister for me.” He | okcd it at me. and I started for home. 'The minute I got out of his sight I peeped into that note. “May 1 have the pleasure of calling upon you tonight?’’ “Sis” read the note, and soon gave me an answer; hut it was sealed. I guess she was afraid of me. I flew hack to Mr. Johnson, ami stood and watched him while he read it. Then he turned to me and said, “Say, kid. I’ll give you a dollar if you'll tie up that pesky animal of yours tonight. I am a little afraid of him. and he might hurt me.’’ •It’s a bargain,” 1 said, “only you’ve got to pay me first. He did. ami me and Tag started home for dinner. “Oh. yes, old dog, we’ll have a hot time tonight, and give him what he deserves. Pesky animal, indeed!” He always came early, so at eight o’clock I got out and tied Tag to the gatepost! Didn't 1 earn that dollar? And didn’t I do just what he said? I hid behind the tree and waited, ami pretty soon he came. Tag began to bark ami rushed for him. Mr. Johnson tried his best to get in at that gate, but Tag wouldn't let him. He finally had to climb over the fence, and you know how high our front fence is. I nearly laughed out loud I was so tickled. I guess Vi thought he looked mighty funny. 1 wonder if he told her what had happened. It was half past nine when the alarm clock behind the lace curtains went off. and he left promptly. He hasn’t been back since, either! I sure got the good out of that dollar. If a man had earned it. he would have spent it on a girl. Huh! don’t catch me! —Alice Cowan W. 84 A HUNT IN THE ROCKIES In the early seventies, in December I believe it was, I went up into the Rockies with some of my friends on a hunting expedition. It was bitter cold, and not even a spot of dirt could be seen for the ice—in fact it was so cold that I had doubts, serious doubts I may say. of ever getting back to civilization alive. Despite the cold, however. 1 was determined that I would not spoil my hunt after coming all the way from New York; so one morning I shouldered a sixteen shooting repeater rifle, and started off into a thick forest. I was walking meditatively along on the slippery ice and wishing that some big game would show up—1 had never seen any loose—so that I could kill it and walk proudly back to camp with it slung over my shoulder. I was making a very pretty and romantic picture of my success, when right behind me there was a low. fierce growl. Turning around. 1 saw a large, black bear. Me seemed to me four times as large as the bears I had seen in shows and parks, and I began to get somewhat frightened. My hair began to rise on end. and it seemed that there was not room enough for it between mv head and cap. A queer, weak feeling began to creep over me, and my knees began to wabble and knock together. With a yell, like that of an Apache Indian, I tarted off up the bill with Mr. Bruin right behind me. I imagined I could feel his hot breath coming against my neck and cars. We ran for about a hundred yards, which I could have sworn was a mile, and came to the river. The lumbermen up north of there used this river to float logs down on. and it happened that just as I came to the bank a large log came floating down. As I bad once been a lumberman. it was with small difficulty that I landed safe and sound on the log; but the bear must have been a lumberman too, for he promptly hopped on the other end of the log. I was so astonished when I saw this that I almost fell off; hut after a few exertions I managed to keep my footing. The log whirled over and over, hut it was not hard for me t stay on it. for, as I have said. I had had some experience in log floating. The hear, however, was not so fortunate; he was not accustomed to this rolling, whirling motion of the log, hut by clawing and clinging he managed to hang on. At first I was afraid that 1 could never reach the bank, but now a sudden swerve in the current shot the log against the hank and hurled Mr. Bruin and me upon terra 85 firma, or, 1 had Letter say, its covering of ice. I clambered clumsily to my feet, and started to run; but not hearing anything of the bear I looked back, and to my astonishment—there stood Bruin stock still in a cake of ice. for the water from the river had frozen about him. He looked so natural, so pathetic standing there, cold in death, and, incidentally in a cake of ice. that, had it not been for the fact that 1 despise to have ice on my face. I could have wept. I soon got over my grief, however, and managed to get the cake of ice. with Bruin inside of it. over the hill. Then I sat down on top of it and used my gun—which, by the way. I had never before thought of using—as a guide pole, and coasted into camp. When I got there and told the boys about my adventure, you could have heard them laughing a mile away. We put the bear in front of the camp fire to melt 8 the ice from about him; ami the fellows were just simply roaring with merriment, for it was only a young cub and was probably playing when he ran me; at any rate he could have had no intention of eating me, for he was too young to have good teeth. The laughter ceased, however, when I took off my hunting cap. and the faces of my friends were grave as they looked wondcringly, sympathetically at me. I turned around, ami happened to see myself in a small mirror, which was hanging on a tent pole. At first I gazed at my reflection in awe and wonder, for my hair had turned snow white; then : began laughing. Upon the inquiry of my friends as to the reason for my increment in such a trying moment, I explained that I had rather have white than red hair anyway; and that if it would only turn blue. I would be the greatest patriot of the country. — Fred Harris 09. 6 THE DIARY OF Monday.—Jove! High School's jolly. But it is small experience I have had yet. Now for nine months' fun, and “digging,” too, I suppose. Friday.—Huh! I'm glad it is Friday. That Latin is worse than hailing brickbats. But I've learned agricola and I shall dub Toni Jones that. He’s always airing his “Dutch’ around me. What do I care about “vas is das ? Latin sounds much more dignified. When 1 am a man I shall speak no other language. A few weeks later.—Well. I had fun today! Did I tell you the cognomen of my dear old l atiti Professor? It's “Dobbs. But we call him Majo-Ozone. Guess he’d rage if he knew that. He sent me to the office today just for a trifle. I thought. He asked me for an irregular Latin verb and I said ' skato. skatere, falli. bumpus.” He has no sense of humor 1 fear. The office is a very severely furnished apartment. In fact. I can remember seeing but two articles in it: namely, a spanking machine operated l ) a crank. Professor being the “crank.” They call nu “office boy,” but I’d rather be called that than • Fissy,” Tom Jones’ nickname. Just before Christmas.—I am in for it now. Have 87 A FRESHMAN. to make the opening address at our entertainment. Hut that's not so had as having to make the closing one. Think of having to sit and “sizzle through the entire programme wondering if you were going to forget that speech. This is what I have prepared for the occasion: and if I do forget. I shall never go on the stage again: “Friends: I have never been gifted with the gift of gab. hut 1 was appointed speaker this afternoon, and I shall endeavor to meet the occasion bravely. For who knows, this may be the beginning of a brilliant career. Some day 1 may be another Patrick Henry. But methinks I see fair brows pucker. They did not ap(H int me to prophesy, but to bid you welcome to our entertainment. Xow friends, I hope you will enjoy the programme this afternoon, and in the name of the class 1910 I bid you welcome. Two months later.—Say. it is nearly Valentine’s and I guess I’ll just send Elsie Thornton a valentine. She’s a fine girl—eyes black as coals, but I can’t let her know I think so. That sonnet we had in English today would sound very pretty: Bobbie Bums. “My love is like a red. red. rose. I saw one at poetry. Girls always like English. 1 wish I could. Of course Tom Jones tries to pose as a Lover of Literature. I heard him recite a little poem to Elsie the other day. and she called him Sentimental Tommy. V acation approaches.—Well, school is almost out. Think of that final exam ! I guess I'll review a little. Algebra—yes. 1 am sure 1 can find how main leaps the hound will have to take to catch the hare. And how about Latin? 1 can't decline putlla in all cases, singular and plural, but what boy can? I can decline puer. and the rest is quite easy. Yes. that's registered all right. nd English—Lowell was born in 1819 and died in 1891, and Dickens wrote 8 “Curiosity Shop. Physiology is sorter easy, for I know the two things that have always troubled me. The first that troubled me was to remember how many bones there are in the body. There are two hundred and six. 1 shall never forget that again. The other question is one that Dad said many a masculine brain has worried over: namely. Why can the feminine tongue move faster than the masculine tongue? There is no difference in the attachment. It's just this, boys: Exercise. A woman always does that. She has never been know to neglect it N'ow with a little more cramming. I think 1 car. pass the final exam. and be a silly soph next year. —Karl Griffin 10. 8 THE ADVENTURES OF AN ATOM. I am a very tiny piece of glass. an l my home is on the top of a high case in the laboratory of the Denton High School. Once I was a part of a glass beaker, but a careless boy dropped it one day. anti the shock was so great that my brothers and sisters were thrown in every direction. When I saw the janitor coming to carry us off. 1 crawled under the leg of a table, but all my clear brothers and sisters were taken away. and. I suppose, buried in a bed • t coals. When everything was still 1 came out from under the leg of the table. I looked around to see if anyone was near, but every one had gone, and it was getting dark. I decided that I would spend the night right under the table leg. for if I stayed on the floor I might get mashed. As soon as it was light enough the next morning. I came out to hunt me a home. 1 had not been hunting very long before a man came stalking into tin-laboratory. I tried to hide, but just about the time I got to my hiding place, he opened a window, and in came a big puff of wind. Before 1 could realize what had happened I was floating about in the air. When I became still again 1 was upon the top of a high case. It was covered with dust, thus making a soft bed. I could see everything that happened in the room without being in danger of getting smashed, so I determined that this should be my home. That evening a crowd of boys and girls came to the laboratory. It was very interesting to watch them performing the experiments. Those who worked at the north end of the tables were finding the density of different fluids, while those at the south end were working with the inclined planes Kveryone seemed to be having so much fun that I decided I would get down and have some fun. too. I thought that I would take a ride on the inclined plane first, so 1 got into a little wagon on one of the planes. It was great fun to ride up and down the plane, but 1 had to keep very -till for fear someone might see me and take me out. W hen 1 was tired of riding. I crawled out. and went to the other end of the table. Here two girls were working with sulphuric acid. I knew that it would burn, so I climbed up on a ring on one of the girl s fingers, thinking that I would be out of danger. But when she poured the acid into a beaker it spattered out on her hand, and she went running to the sink to wash it off. I was laughing so much at the faces he was making that, when she turned the water on her hand. I tumbled off into the water. I beat 89 against the sides of the sink and made all the noise I could, but it did not attract her attention. I was almost in despair when I saw a feather floating toward me. As it passed by I caught hold, and clung to it with all my might. When the water had run out of the sink I crawled out as soon as possible, and went to my home. The next evening a boy came to the laboratory for some things. I felt so lonesome that I decided 1 would go back with him to the classroom. I got into a small bowl which he carried to the loom, and was perfectly contented until I saw that the teacher was about to pour mercury into it. Then 1 hopped out upon his desk, but he kept me dodging around until I crawled into a crack and went to sleep. When I awoke all was still. I stayed here until the next morning. When the teacher came in he laid his hat down upon the desk. It looked so black that j crawled upon it to see what it was like. But while 1 was still examining it, lie picked it up, and put it on his head. The next thing 1 knew I was out on the school grounds. I had never been in so large a place, and I held on very tightly. because 1 did not want to pet lost. After wc had been out here a a short time, the bell rang; and the teacher went back into the room. He hung his hat upon the organ. and I had scarcely taken in the new situation before a crowd of girls and boys came to the organ to sing. I was tired of staying on the hat. so i jumped down on one of the keys; but the organist politely blew me off. and I fell into a boy’s pocket. It was very dark in there, and I tried several times before I succeeded in getting out: but when I finally got up on the edge of his pocket. I gave a big jump, and landed on the end of a yard stick. Some one immediately picked it up and struck it against the blackboard. The vibrations of the stick were so great that I tumbled off on something hard and white. I was curious to know what it was. ami began moving about. I soon discovered that I was U]K)n the bald head of the Physics teacher. This was the highest seat of learning that I had reached vet. so I resolved to stay here. —Irene Powell 08. SO On Receipt of My Monthly Report. (Most humble apologies to Wm. Cowper.) 0 that those C’s had vanished! Life has passed With me but roughly since 1 saw the last. Those grades are mine—my own zeros I see— The same that oft of late do bother me. Voice only fails, else how distinct they say. “Peg on. my child, or in that grade you'll stay. ( that my parents could but understand The work that holds me with tyrannic hand! The dread appearance of those ugly C’s! 1 can and must procure relief in B’s. C) C’s farewell! Time unrevoked has run His wonted course, and what 1 vowed is done. By Mr. Masters’ help, not sought in vain. Those dreadful C’s have ne’cr appeared again. 1 have renewed the joys that once were mine By stealing much from dear old Father Time— Full many hours that once were spent in play. And thus I’ve forfeited my right to A. I have but half succeeded in my theft— The C’s removed, thus only B’s are left. —Willie O. Wroten ’08. A Classic (Written by a Senior—after a careful study of English and I atin verse—in order “to rescue the Muses, to restore them to their sweet and chaste mansions, and to engage them in an employment suitable to their dignity.”) () bright, celestial Muse. Goddess of ambrosial booze. Relate the causes dire to me Why a man is unfit to be. Whose mind is at a heavenly pitch. While his body lies in the ditch, Covered with slime and weeds. Bright zephyr’s untuned reeds. WHISTLING JANE. It was a cold day in December, and soft, feathery b:ts of the clouds were falling upon an already snow-mantled world. Mr . Sims, a plump little woman, whose thoughts never soared higher than her poultry raising and preserve-making and whose chief delights were her coffee and gossip, sat before the cheerful fire in her large, old fashioned sitting room listening to the chatter of a voluble neighbor—a noted neighbor-hood gossip. The weather had been too severe for even Mrs. Brock to venture forth until today, when her social inclination had proved too strong, and she had waded through the already high drifts to discuss the last report about the minister and the music teacher. It seemed that they were trying to make up for lost time by talking as fast as they could. As they sat there rocking before the fire ami increasing their sense of comfort by occasional glances at the snow covered world outside, they were suddenly startled into silence by a burst of wild, free birdsong. Clear ami sweet it trilled, to the weird accompaniment of the wind that howled without, rising higher, clearer, as if bravely trying to subdue the tempest and bring back the spring. Suddenly the wind, as if relenting under the magic spell of the sweet song- ster. softened its howl to a low. plaintive moan and died, sobbing, away. A moment longer the bird song filled the air with melody and then ceased as suddenly as it had begun. Both women had been silent, wrapped in the spell that seemed to have stilled the storm. As the melody ceased the neighbor exclaimed: “Land sakes. Mis’ Sims! Did you ever? I never heard of a bird singing like that this time o’ year. I could most smell the roses an’ vi'lets an’ honeysuckles, it was so springlike.” Just then the door opened noisily, and a slender, dark-haired girl of about twelve came bouncing into the room. She was a pretty child in a wild, elfin-sort of way. with rosy wind-kissed cheeks and great gipsy. fun-loving eyes, now bright with the excitement of play. Her soft, thick curls were covered with snow tlakes. and her dress was sloppv and torn in several places. N’ow there vou arc.” cried Mrs. Sims, turning angrily upon the child, “you’re a pretty sight, now ain't you! I'll bet you've been gallivantin' around snow ballin' ami climbin' trees with that little scamp. Tom Dever. I knew it!”—in answer to a miserable 52 little nod from the now weeping child—“And there you've been at your whistling again, too! What did I tell you about whistling and running around climbing trees? I declare, you’ll be the death of me yet!” (). Mama. sobbed the child. I didn’t mean to whistle any more, indeed I didn't, but somehow I just couldn't help it—1 forgot. “Well, go to your room this minute and change your dress and mend the one you tore yesterday. Ck , before I change my mind and give you a genteel, gixwl shaking. I declare. she went on as the girl ran out of the room, “I don't know what on topside o’earth I am going to do with that child—she is a perfect tomboy. She isn't at all like other girls; she likes to roam alxmt the woods climbing trees actin’ the boy instead of playing dolls and play-house as a girl ought. My oldest little girl. Susie, the one that died, you know, loved to play dolls: and she would sing so sweetly, just like a little mother as she rocked her dolly by the hour. And now I've got but one girl and she's more than halt boy. • “It's strange—it's onhuman. declared Mrs. P.rock. “1 never heard of a mortal whistlin’ like that. Why. 1 believe she could fool the birds themselves. “Why, she can; they seem to know her. She can call them and they come all about her and hop on her hands. They seem to think she is one of them. They will answer her when she whistles under the trees. Her whistling is pretty, but do you know I can't help believing in that old saying: A whistling girl and a crowing hen. Always come to some bad end. It has been handed down since the time of Methuselah. and a saying that has stood the wear of time like that must have some truth in it. Mrs. Sims rocked faster and looked into the fire as if deciding whether to speak again or not. and then continued: Why do you know, that child plumb disgraced us all the other day in church? When Brother Pyott had the collection baskets passed around for the heathen, we were a singing one of them new fangled songs that Miss Harris, the new music teacher, persuaded us to try. Well, all at once I heard something right behind me and everybody turned and looked. I thought I would fall through the floor when I looked and saw Jane, with her mouth puckered up, whistling like all possessed. 'Well do tell? exclaimed Mrs. Brock, leaning forward in her chair with great excitement. hat did you do? Why she was a looking up at me chandelier like she was a dreaming while she whistled, and you never heard such a racket as she was making. You 3 can guess I made her look somewhere else as soon as I could reach back and get a hold on her. As soon as church was over, I asked her what made her do it. and what do you think she said? That she had forgotten where she was. and just wanted to try that new song! It nearly tickled Tom to death, and he still teases her about it. He has got the whole town to calling her ‘Whistling Jane,’ and a tear of vexation found its way down the mother's plump cheek. As Mrs. llrock rose to continue on her round of gossip the bird song filled the air again, ami Mrs. Sims hastily bade the neighbor good bye and turned to the kitchen. The carol ceased, and a child’s sobs were heard in its stead. ). Mama. 1 really can’t help it. I do not intend to. but I forgot. I won't do it any more if— “There, that’s enough. Xow come on. and do this mending and do it well, too.” Jane submissively took her seat near the fire, and while the little hands that arranged the bunches of wild flowers so gracefully and coaxed the violets and daffodils to bloom in a luxuriance beyond all others in the country, worked awkwardly at the tiresome mending, the wistful eyes looked longingly out of the window to where the little snow birds pecked and flitted and twittered in the snow. Five years passing brought many changes into Jane’s simple little life. Her father, who had always loved her boyish ways and understood her as her mother never could, had gone to his last rest, and left his little “Whistling1 Jane” more lonely than before. Many losses befell the widow in the little farm house on the hill and at last the little home, the last thing left, had to be mortgaged. She often tnought regretfully of the comfort a son might have been to her. and she and Jane grew no nearer to each other. She tried to he a good mother to the wayward little girl, but she no more understood her than a mother hen would understand a young duck confided to her care. She could not forgive her for being 'Whistling Jane.” The summer that Jane was seventeen a great change came into her life. Miss Day. a young lady from an eastern city, came to board with them, cIum.s-ing this little out of the way place because of her frail health, which demanded quiet and the bracing country air. She was a frail, very refined lady and especially beautiful to Jane, who had never known anyone like her before. Miss Day was a creature from another world, a very different one from Jane’s little world: her refined face, her pretty dresses, dainty as flower petals, and her gentle ways attracted Jane as she had never been attracted before. The girl had been starving all her life for human sympathy, and Miss Day was a perfect well of sympathetic tin- derstanding; so the association was as sweet to Jane as the fresh draught from the cold spring is to the weary, dust choked traveler on the desert. When the time for Miss Day’s departure drew near she asked Jane to go to the city with her. She ft It that she might help the child, ami had a plan buzzing in her head which she dared not mention till sure of its success. Mrs. Sims objected—she didn’t like city ways” she said; but Jane cried and Miss Day begged until at last she consented. At last Jane was to visit her dream city. One evening, some weeks after their arrival. Miss Day was to entertain with a musical and wished Jane to be present: she had invited many of her wealthiest and most influential friends, for the plan was still buzzing, but she gave her protege no hint. When Jane was introduced, her sweet innocence won all who met her. and truly she made a pretty picture in her simple muslin dress, her hair in girlish curls ami her deep, dark eyes sparkling with the excitement of her first reception. During the evening an old white haired gentleman who had fallen captive to her pretty ways asked her to sing. She does not sing.” answered Miss Day for her. but she whistles quite prettily. and she led Jane across the room and seated herself at the piano. Did Miss Day mean for her to whistle before all those people? What would her mother say? Evi- dently that was what Miss Day meant, for her fingers were wandering over the keys in a melody familiar to the girl. Miss Day was an accomplished musician ami had some time before arranged a little duet in which the piano supplied an accompaniment like the rustle of the leaves, the tinkle of the brook, and the sighing of the wind, while Jane whistled, making you hear every songster of the woods until as you listened you actually felt that you were right in the heart of nature. As Miss Day’s fingers rippled off the prelude to their little duet, the guests ceased their chatter ami listened in surprise. What was that tiny slip of a girl going to do? Soon they were listening in rapture to the slender girl in white. Miss Day had invited a friend of hers who was manager of a great musical company, and when she and Jane had finished amid the wild applause of the guests, he rushed forward, exclaiming: “Why didn't you tell me you had this girl? She is wonderful— great! I must have her!” Jane listened in wonder. What did the man mean? What did he want to do with her? After the guests had gone. Miss Day explained to Jane that he wanted her to whistle for him in a scries of musical entertainments of which he was the manager. O. how happy Jane was. Now she could help 95 her mother and then maybe she would be proud of her and love her after all. A few days later the manager took charge of Jane gloating over her as over the discovery of a rich and wonderful treasure. Anti she was indeed a wonder. The people who had heard her that first evening at Miss Day's spread marvelous reports of her talent, and she became the craze of the season. Crowds came every evening to hear the wonderful girl whistle. When Mrs. Sims realized that her home had been saved through 'Whistling Jane's” despised talent, she felt a sudden remorse as she realized how little pleasure she had given her little dark haired tom-boy of a girl. Suddenly all the little rowdvish ways became dear to her and a great lump rose in her throat as she thought. I might have been a better mother to her.” When Jane returned home at the end of the season. her mother opened her arms to her as never before in the old days, and smoothing the rebclliously curly locks, which she had often rebuked for being so “fly away.” she rocked her gently to and fro and cried over her. “My little girl! My little girl—and to think I never guessed!” Then Jane, smiling gladly up into her mother’s tearful but tender eyes, said mischievously: “The crowing hen. now tis quite plain. Has naught to do with “Whistling Jane.” —Bessie Browder. The Dreams of Youth. The dreams of youth, how fair they glow With life’s sweet hopes that come and go! What raptures wild, what visions bright. Enchant bv day. enthrall by night! With longing look each sees afar. Some beacon light, some guiding star. Whose luring hope e’er hangs in view. Befringed with Eancv's pleasing line Along the future's rugged way. A gleam is seen, a kindly ray. That mellows all to eiderdown. Like moonlit scene in Moorish town. Oh joyous days of guileless youth! Oh trusting age in Ancient Truth! Alas, too soon you steal away. And break illusion’s charming sway. —M 96 THE OLD GENTLEMAN OF THE NOSEGAY It was an old fashioned garden surrounded by an iron fence, am! the wide gate at the entrance of the drive had tall carved stone columns flat on top and would have offered a good seat for a small hoy. One could imagine how this small 1m � y should appear with short trousers, long brown legs dangling, inquisitive grey eyes, viewing from this elevated position. the world as it spun by. But only in imagination was this beautiful garden in habited by children. I ong rows of flowering lilacs liordered the graveled walks, trailing bushes covered with roses climbed the columns of a wide porch that fronted a tall brown house set back in the garden. The windows of the house were all closed excepting those in a south room in the second story. In these windows the shades were up ami the muslin curtains fluttered in the breeze. The attic windows, where the boy of the gate post should have played on rainy days, were closed ami covered with cobwebs. On fine days there was seen coming down the long steps of the front |iorch an old gentleman, who for several hours walked up and down between the hedges of lilac. He paused often to study and smell each blossom. Always after he hail carefully exam- ined the new buds and flowers, he would take from his pocket a pair of scissors and clip a choice bud htre ami a sweet spray there until he had a bunch. 'I hen slowly he would gaze over the whole garden— pause ami listen as though for a voice long since stilled—then with a sigh he would again enter the silent house and be seen no more that day. All summer the old gentleman came out each morning, and, after greeting silently the flowers, would with the utmost care cut a bunch and slowly enter the house with them. )ne morning it was cold and rainy, and the autumn flowers were blown ami draggled. The late roses looked chilled and the rain drops on them were almost turned to ice. The windows of the south room in the second story were closed, and the muslin curtains hung limp and still. All through the long winter, the garden, wrapped in a mantle of ice ami snow was unvisited by the cpiiet old gentleman. But in the spring, when the lilac hedges were turning a delicate green ami a carpet of a shade darker green was forming under the rose bushes and the sun was shining bright ami warm, the front door opened and the old gentleman appeared pale and tot- 97 tering. With a great effort, taking one step at a time, he slowly descended the long flight and longer than ever before stood gazing about the garden. First he looked at the young buds, then at the tender green sprays, ami finally taking the scissors from his pocket cut a fragrant bunch, then listening as for a voice, sighed and slowly clombed the steps and entered again the silent house. Each morning as the days grew longer and the sun warmer, the old gentleman would appear and slowly descend the steps, and after examining the buds and blossoms, he would gather the choice ones. Hut as the summer drew to a close, it was noticed how much older and weaker he appeared. Each time before entering the house he would gaze longingly for the voice—or whatever it was he so missed from the walks and hedges—but each time when he entered the house he bore in his hands a nosegay of the choicest flowers the garden l� ore. ♦ I might never have known the conclusion of this strange story had I now gone back to the city from which I came to this delightful town for my health. Heing a new comer to the neighborhood. I had only gossip to go bv for the stories of its inhabitants. My landlady often told me that it was discussed by the neighbors what the mystery of the gentleman 9 was. some saying he lived under an assumed name, because of a crime committed in his youth: others hinting that he was an exiled Russian patriot; and so 1 might have gone away with these stories in my mind of the sad. gentle face of the old gentleman: but one day when I stood by the quaint old house surrounded by trees and flowers, he was as usual in the garden cutting, with the care he always displayed in its selection, the nosegay. I hesitated; and as I did so. he addressed me, and soon wc were talking of the flowers, and I discovered he was a most cultured gentleman of the old school. I found myself much enraptured as I listened: he was an enthusiastic botanist, and in a most delightful manner, he told me many things of the habits and formation of the plants and flowers. There must have been some sort of affinity between us. since unconsciously we drew near together, and he talked to me, and we walked together up the graveled walk and into the house, where he invited me. I noticed a far away, wistful l x k cross his face as we entered the spacious drawing room. Above the mantel were the pictures of a beautiful woman and a manly little fellow of six. The oh. gentleman approached the mantel and placed his nosegay in a vase under the pictures; and as he gave them a long and tender look, his mind seemrd to 8 go into the past and he told me his life story. I listened to him. and not one word lie uttered escaped me; mv eves were on the face of the beautiful woman, and I felt 1 was looking into her soul. I shall never forget his musical voice and the sad expression with which he told me the story he had lived over each day for near half a century. Some times his sentences were short and broken, showing how much he was affected. The woman was the wife and the boy the son of an officer in the English army. Colonel Moreland and his wife were living happily in their home among the Kentish hills when the Crimean war broke out. The Colonel, being patriotic, re-entered the army and led his regiment against the Russians. In an engagement during the siege of Sebastopol he was reported to the war department as one of the slain. The sorrowing widow sought to allay her grief by traveling and in time came to America, where the old gentleman, then a handsome young scion of an illustrious house, met her. She consented to marry him rather because of her lonely state and his kindness than her love for him. But in in a few years she returned his love, ami when h� brought her and her young son. James, to his ancestral home their happiness was complete. Me went on to say that forty years ago when the lilacs were in bloom, they were standing in the garden, listening to the mating birds and enjoying the fragrance of the flowers. She had plucked a bunch of lilac ami pinned it on his coat and fondly kissed him, when they heard some one speak to the boy, who was sitting on the gate post. They turned and saw a handsome man with a soldierly bearing coming up the walk. When the woman iw him. she gave a start led fry ami swooned. The stranger assisting. they bore her into the house where she lay long ill. both in body and mind. When my host got thus far he buried his head in his hands and only with an effort continued saying. “She returned to England with the father of her son. and that is all I have left of the happiest years of a long life. Only that likeness remains of a great love. ’ Again his head dropped in his hands, and I stole quietly away feeling 1 had 1 Hiked into the soul of my fellow-man. —Linda May 08. 99 GRINDS Mr. Masters— Jim. why is frumento in the ablative case?” Jim— After that verb that takes either ablative or accusative.” Mr. Masters— What verb?” Jim— Well. I don’t see any special verb, right at present.” Charm (reading Vergil)— Equo nc creditc, Teucri. Translating—“Do not ride the horse. C) Trojans ' Miss Bruce— kussell. when you are writing what is it that you work up to?” Kussell— The end.” Mr. Masters (in Physics class)- How can water b heated above the boiling point. Carroll?” Carroll— By putting more fire under it. Miss Bruce (assigning History lesson)— VC will now take Greece in large doses. Katie (in Caesar class)— It says in the notes that Caesar was the more inscented. but I said the more angry.” Mr. Masters—“What is the nominative of equit-ibus?” Eula— Exercitum. Philip Van Ness Myers of Gcmral History fame is indebted to some of the High School pupils for a few valuable additions to his History. One day in the review Miss Bruce called on Holland to define the terms given in the chapter on Feudalism ami Chivalry. Holland, thinking to distinguish himself, began—“Feudalism was a scrape that the land got into. Chivalry was an affair got lip for the protection of women. A fief. well, he was all—a Miss Bruce) “tract of land Holland gave up in despair. Wiley later informed his instructress that Charles V was preparing to evacuate the throne. And Campbell remarked that “the policy of the two succeeding successors of Philip II was like that ot their predecessor. Mr. Johnston (in Beginners Latin class)—“What Fnglish derivative have wc from pugno. Jim Inge? Jime. rising hesitatingly—“Pugnose. I reckon. Holland said Queen Ann killed several martyrs. Some one had been called upon to name the ancient Greek philosophers, and had accidentally left out Pythagoras. Will— She didn’t name Paregoric. Will (in History speaking of the marriage of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon)—“There were five children born of this union. They all died except Mary, and I think she died later. Ellen informed us that Henry VIII suppressed the monasteries on account of the lives of the priests. Mr. Johnston— Give the Dative plural of ‘hor-tus Altha. Altha. quickly—“Hortibus. Mr. Johnston—“lie seated. Freshmen do not find any ‘busses’ in the second declension.” 102 ALUMNI Walter Abnev _____ Ashbury A. Abney Jessie Brown ...... ( . M. Burton ..... C. E. M. Crowder . Azro Coleman Denia Cobb ........ James Evans ....... Texic Egan ........ I .ula Frame ..... Norman Frame ... I ee Jackson ...... Etta Jones ....... Mattie Nichols .... Frank Finer........ Julia Finer ...... J. X. Rayzor....... Ida Shreeves ..... Ada Terrill ....... George Taylor R. L. Tvson ...... Virgie Williams ... Emma W heeler Sterling F. Jacksor. 1886. . Rranchman. Abilene ..............Denton . County Tax Collector 'I'eacher .......Physician .Mrs. John Bain Furniture Dealer ..........Tether .....Mrs. Wray Mrs. Tabor 1887. Jennie Benson ......................Mrs. Edward Cook Susie Comegys ..................Mrs. S. J. Carroll Will Collins ..........................W est. Texas Cyons Coleman ......................... Anna Fitzgerald ....................... Adnie Faught .......................... Jessie (iorrell ....................... Ed Hutchinson ..............................Houston Hermilla Hogg.........Mrs. R. M. Kelso. Ft. Worth R. E. Jackson .............................Colorado Joe A. I-ong .................................... Mada Pitman .................................Indian Territory Rebecca Rich .......................... Frank Raley ...............................Druggist Charles Roark ........................Grain Dealer I. C . Roark ...............................Teacher Xin Thornton ................................Dallas Willie () Taylor...................Mrs. J. S. Terry A. E. Wilson .......................... Berta Inge ........ Fannie Oatnian .. Ella Kirkpatrick . W ill Paisley ...... Frank H. Yeaglcy Marshall Jagoe ... Nannie Cook........ I .aura Oat man ... 1889 ..........Mrs. M. S. Stout .............Mrs. F. Brady ..........Mrs. John Turpin .................... Denton ....................Houston 4 .......Mrs. Dr. F. E. Piner ..........Mrs. E. E. Broun 103 Alice Stone .. Mary Rogers . Lizzie Barrett Mamye Carson Sophia Alexander Edward Comegys Lena Comegys .. ()la Eads ......... Fannie Me Murray Minnie Baseball .. Lena Ramsey .... Celia Wilson ...... 1890. .Dentist, Gainesville ..Mrs. Frank Lacy Mrs. T. W. Jenkins ..............Teacher Mrs. Newton Henley Sena Mounts .... Effir 1 leers.... Walter Barrett .. Ruth Roark ...... Celina Burris ... Walter Lacy______ James Biggerstaff Eva Raley ....... Birdie l’aschall .. 1‘ermilla Jones .. Ella McMurray .. Fannie Gillespie . 1892. .......Mrs. W. W. Wright ...........Mrs. E. A. EwcF .................Lumberman ....Railroad Employe .. .Traveling Salesman ...Mrs. W. | McCray Mrs. Cuvier Lipscomb ........Mrs. Kirkman ..............Teacher ....Mrs. J. H. Blanks Elite Finer ................................Teacher Walter Finer .......................... Mattie Pitman ......................... May Matlock .......................Mrs. F. Mounts Dollie Long ....................Mrs. E. . Parker 1893. Lawrence Schweer .............Dry Goods Merchant Ed L. McGintie, Cotton and Grain Dealer. Ryan. I. T. Robert Sledge.................Dry Goods Merchant Jim Terrell.... Physician. Scaly Hospital. Galveston Anna Boyd I .ucile Ashbv .... Daisy Kimbrough Annie Edwards .. Myrtle Bacon Mrs. ..Mrs Will Tavlor Frank Shackleford 1894. Grade added— No graduates. 1895. Mattie Egan I.cnora Jones .Mrs. R. B. Farris Mamye Paschall ......................Mrs. V. J. Stovall 1896. 104 Kate Anderson .. Andrew T. Baker Mrs. John H. Mounts ......City Attorney Mattie Rads........ Xcttie Egan ....... Maude Gibson Annie May Grafton May Harris ........ F.ffie Jones ...... Emma Lively........ Fannie Massey Maude McKenzie Evelyn McCook . Della Finer ..... Keydron Randall Jennie Smith .... John R. Whaync Lee Zumwalt ... Anna Pretiss ...... Ford Witherspoon Arnetha Turpin ... Grace Yeagley Charles Kimbrough Irene Ferguson ... W ill l-angley ..... ......Stenographer Mrs. Eugene Ross ......Mrs. Tucker ...............Mrs. Beeman .............Mrs llughston ........Mrs. Aubrey Terrill ...........Mrs. Pete Mullin .......Mrs. Willis Simmons .............Mrs. Anderson .........Traveling Salesman ..............County Judge 1898. ................Mrs. Marty ...............Grain Dealer ..................Mrs. Cole ...............Stenographer ....................T eacher ..........Veterinary Surgeon 1899. 105 Carl C. Me Kiel .... Willis D. P. Warren ....Oil Dealer Student U. of T. Annie H. Fain .........................'leacher Robert F.arl McCormick ......Graudate U. of T. Abney B. Ivey .........................Merchant Bertha F. Kophenhagen ..............Mrs. Huber 1900. Kimna Elizabeth Elliott ........................ Eva Grace Kenagy....................... Mollie Eva Turner ......................Mrs. Winn Georgia Oatman ...................Mrs. McCormick Carl Schwartz Withers Cobb............. Louise Ella Mann ......Graduate St. Mary’s College Florence Elsie Warren ................. ...........Student Drexel Institute. Phil.. Pa. Blanche Beatryx Blewett ...................Teacher Mattie Lois Leipse ..................Mrs. La Londe Maybury Elliott ...........................Teacher Eugene Chinn ...........................Mrs. Bass Cornelia Joe Pitman ................... Redilla D. Smith ..........................Teacher Claudia Potter ..........................Physician William Clark McGintie........City Editor R. C. 1901. Guy P. Witherspoon ........................Grain Dealer Maude Matlock ....................... Glenn L. McCullar ........................Lumber Dealer Pearla Wheeler (Mrs. Speer) .............Teacher William T. Evers Myrtle Ivey..... ... Bookkeeper Music Teacher 1892. Grade added—No graduates. 1903. Elizabeth Hogue Bessie Edwards Gretna Cobb .... Blanche Hoskins Will Francis Matt Deavenport Silas Fry ...... George Hopkins . Teacher Teacher Teacher .........................Teacher .................Student U. of T. ......................Bookkeeper Medical Student Tulane University ......................Law Student 1904. Robert McBride ............ )liver Foe.................. Mary Lee Carrithcrs ....... Susie Sleight ....... ..... Eva MeXitzky .............. Bcneva Withers ............ Helen Potter .............. Norma Smith ............... Erma Smith ................ Eva McCormick ............. Yirgic May Leipse ......... ...Student U. of T. .....Insurance Man ............Teacher . ... Mrs. J. L. Sipes Student X. T. X. C. ............Teacher ............Teacher .. Student S.-W. I . ...Student S.-W. U. ... .Student U. of T. .......Stenographer Iva Lake Student X. T. N. C. 1905. Anna Bacon ............................ (-race Chinn .............. Student Hardin College Mattie Collins ....................Student C. I. A. Lucile Geers ....Mrs. A. B. McKinney, Durant. I. T. Claude Minter ......................... '1'om Harrison ........................ Johnnie Mae Stroud ................Student C. I. A. Esther L. Whittaker ...........Student X. T. X. ( . F.lhert Scoggins ..................Student I , of T. Clifford Witherspoon ................Grain Dealer 1906. Lucile Wilson ...... Ella May Cnderwood Harold Moore ....... Willie Jones ....... Clara Crowder ..... Maggie Robinson . .. Jessie Lane......... Fay Doty ........... Carroll Garrison .... Bessie Carlisle..... F.rnest Bates ...... Margery Ballard ... Horace Witherspoon Deceased. Student Hardin College . .. .Student X . T. X'. C. ...................Clerk ___Student Xr. T. X . C. ...Student N. T. X . C. ....Student X’. T. X C. ....Student X’. T. X’. C. Clerk. Student I , of T. Stmlent C. of T. 106 4 J WE ALWAYS STRIVE TO EXCEL. aT.iOtHS MO.y.SA'. 4 °11 fiRST alliance NULLING CO. DENTON, TEXAS. SPECIAL HIGH PATENT THE FLOWER OF FLOURS A Record without a Parallel. ¥ Lands, Seasons, Money, Opportunities. Why pay $50 to $500 for land and risk drouths, boll weevils, green hugs, or a rainy season ? when there is a place where the season is regulated by irrigation and no insects exist, and land $20 to $50 per acre. Why not go to the place where they cut in ONE YEAR 5 to 8 tons of Alfalfa per acre, worth from $10to$18per ton. Will It Not Pay to Investigate? I COME TO THE PECOS VALLEY ¥ - - 1'he home of alfalfa, cotton, truck farming and fruit growing. Grapes produce 2000 to 4000 pounds per acre. The climate is mild, atmosphere dry. pure and invigorat- £ ing. Altitude 2300 feet; water good. Who can Comprehend the advantages of irrigation? Soil and moisture below, sunshine and climate above. A Good Investment ;j; for Capital. Come and see, or address Pecos Valley Land Irrigation Co. Henry I,epp. Pres. •I. I Goodwin. V. Pres. «c Gen. Man R. Bowriin. Sec-Treas. 2 j. Capital $200,000. Barstow, Ward County, Texas. u +++++++++++++++4 ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦� ♦♦;; ■ ■ i! We Are Abundantly Able to Supply i; 1 ’ ________— ■ — ■ — - i - — • Your wants for Dry Goods. Clothing, Shoes, Gent’s Furnishings, etc , and always within j ; the bounds of honest methods. Our eagerness to do so has no limit. The policy of this store I 1 appeals to your fairness; the attractive goods to your taste; the prices and quality to your ;; ! purse and judgment. We are in a position to save you money on your purchases. A few • ! things may lx priced alike in all cash stores, but on the bulk of goods you buy we offer a lib- J ! ; ; era) saving. With business people of broad experience it is an acknowledged fact that the ;; merchant who sells his goods the cheapest is the most successful. Why shouldn’t we have «. your business One Price Only, Spot Cash to All. S. B. PERKINS COMPANY. Denton. Texas. ; . Shelf and Heavy Hardware, Wagons, Buggies, Plumbing and Tinning, Farm Implements. Saddles and Harness Prices Right. Treatment Right. ■ J. R. NOWLIN, Northwest Corner of the Square, ! Denton, Texas. • i DIRECTORS: S. F. REYNOLDS. A. M. BUSH. J. C. CO IT, A. I. NANCE. DR. C. LIPSCOMB DR. J. M. I NOE. ALVIN C. OWSLEY. C. A. WILLIAMS. Under the management of the above well known men this hank offers to depositors every advantage known to modern conservative banking. The Exchange National Hank of Denton. Texas £ Capital and Surplus, - SI D.IMK) A. J. Nance. Vice President | Wylie Smith. Asst.-Cashier. £ S. F. Reynolds. President. J. C. Coit, Cashier. Your Druggist No demand for goods is too trifling to receive our most careful attention. Our perfect service is for everybody who trades here. J. A. Minnis. Prescription Druggist 25 Years Experience Hall, Scruggs Co. f Dry Goods, Shoes, and Ladies and Gentlemen’s FURNISHINGS V V Denton Machine Works, Storrie Bros., Props. GARRISON KIM MINS, | Druggists and lion k sell ers ¥ Machine and Blacksmif king A Specialty. I A Complete Line of Drugs and Druggists' Sundries. Headquarters for School Supplies ;!; of All Kinds. West Side Square. Denton. Texas X Telephone Nos. 6 and 346. Office and works E. Hickory St. Denton Transfer, Livery AND SALE STABLE. jhlini c LUINCH Bus, Carriage and Baggage Wagon Meets I LULL o room. All Trains. Phone 35. Wi:ST OF DKI’O'r. v: Denton County News J print anything y want from visiting cards to books. Give us a trial. Masonic Building, Denton, Tex Printed this book. The same othce will ou ex as. Y � ’■ ' v v s v ' ! « ,,5 5, 5%� v ' v .• ••'•■I vv v I-v '-vv v v V ‘ • ► - - � '-� v «J 5 5 -I' 2 •x-:� : x :-xx- x x :- x-x-x-: x-:- x xx- x- IT MTl’H PLEASURK that we take this opportunity, through The Bronco. to thank the students of the public school for past favors. YVc feel an interest in every student in the schools ami hope for each one a useful and happy life. As for The Bronco, we know it will be a success, ami should be prized by everyone. Every per son in Denton should have one ami keep it. for it will bring back many pleasant recollections when you look it over in the future. THE FAIR. JARRELL-EVANS DRY GOODS COMPANY Successors to Jarrell, Bass Co. Will Sell You the Best Shoes. They are all made perfectly solid. They give you entire satisfaction. Eviry pair EXCEPT PAT ENTS are guaranteed. You don’t run any risk losing. Godman's make in children’s Shoes are the best. Excelsior Shoe Company make The Best Shoes for Boys. Drew Selby’s Shoes for women—Lead. JARRELL’S EASY WALKER FOR MEN. YVc are sure you will save money if you buy your shoes of JARRELL-EVANS DRY GOODS COMPANY. J. F. Blount, President. A. E. Graham. Vice President. B. H. Dcavenport, Cashier. Denton County National Bank Capital. Surplus and Profits. $70,000. Your Business Solicited. Harrison's Town and Country Paint. Sold By •I. H. Wilson Company. Sash, Doors, Blinds, Mould. Lime. Cement, Paints, Oils, Lumber and Shingles. r YARDS: Denton. Sherman. Aubrey. Justin. Ponder f. -+ ++++4-++++++++ 4-+ +++4-+++++++++ ++'f++f+f +4 H Yard: Corner Locust McKinnev Sts. x . •: 4 • $« v i vx ■ ■ � • x x x x x'x-x x x x x -x x x xx x x x'xx'xx,-x WILLIAMS ART CO Makers of Photographic Portaits. J. W. JAGOK, .ir. AltSTHA( TKli. RICA I. ESTATE IjOAXK Cround Floor, Nos. 2 sod 3 Donshowcr Block. DENTON TEXAS. Sole owner of only abstract of Denton County Land Records. Gold dollars to loan on good farm lands. McCook and Barton Ki llt Estate and Itenlals We exchange Western Land for farms, and city property. ItENTON. TEXAS. lousiness Opportunit i« s Exchange Bank Bid. S. E. Corner Square Looking For Business With quality and low prices, for eyes. Can we see you ? W. B. McCliirkan eV (’o. “The Busy Store v x x -x x x : xxxxxx x x x- FRi:i) MOORK, RARRKR. First class work. Cool place. Courte-£ sv to all- HIIOP IMIKU IHMTOKPXC’K. 1)R. J. K. CRAWFORD, $ OSTEOPATH. i. Established in Denton since 1903. | Arthur W. Puliner, Hi«h 9™l?..Planos ; hovlan company “Tailors for Men Who Know ' V V . .... You Piitronuiko Solicited. • NorthWWl CoroeroISqMK. Old Phone No. «0 Trv White Star Coffee I AT II. 1-:. MAY’S. Phone 5K. North wot Corner Square ►J %• f if ns in the Drug Line J. F. Raley Co. have it % j. | South Side Barber Shop. Every workman in this shop is an accom- {« plished artist. Try us and he convinced. H. B. CAD DELL, Prop. Great Bargains in Racket Goods, j School Supplies and Novelties NICKEL-RACKET STORE vs Senu� °TSST C. A. Glover, Prop. % X O. M. CURTIS, 1 )K!'(� ; 1ST AM) .IKWKLKH Headquarters for Kodaks. Fine Stationery, Athletic Goods, Etc. Students will always find at my store a large selection of school tablets. Special care is given to the selection of this sort of goods lure, and 1 believe you’ll receive better values here than elsewhere. I solicit your patronage. Southeast Corner of Square Denton. Texas + +++++ + +++++ +++ +++++++ +++++++ +++ + JOHN A. HANN CO. Hart. Schaftner Marx Celebrated Hand-Made Clothing. Stetson. Worth and Kingsbury Hats Cluett and Monarch Shirts Walk Over Shoes in all Leathers—Vici, (inn Metals and Patents. La Prance and Duchess Shoes and Oxfords For Women. A fine line of White Goods for Graduation Dresses JOHN A. HANN COMPANY. If It’s New We Have It. High Grade Cigars. Huyler's Box Candies ! • • Come and See • (fhhcpt'Swete. Come and See ! ■ • • We are prepared to fill orders for Ice Cream wholesale or retail on short notice. New Drinks and ! many kinds. We will treat you right. We give special attention to our parlor trade. We give J ; special attention to orders for entertainments. We make Bread and bine Cakes. Come and see. ; New Phone 71 ( JbkrprSmtr. Old Phone No. 61 • v V K £ V, V ‘t V v. ■ V A 1; a N DENTON FURNITURE COMPANY Headquarters for Furniture of all kinds. Pianos. Organs. Talking machines and Records, Sheet Music. Sewing Machines. Carpets. Rugs. Matting. Picture Frames. Window (ilass. Shades and Curtains. In short, everything kept in an up to date furniture store. Undertaking and Embalming A Specialty. WEST SIDE SQUARE DENTON. TEXAS ___________________v %• K A Wilson-Williams Co. Furnish the College Chaps CLAPP SHOES PARAGON' PANTS STETSON HATS STEIX-BLt HI! FIXE CLOTHES MANHATTAN SHIRTS % It is impossible for the young man to deny h� s favor for the lines of merchandise we offer. We must have confidence in what we sell: you must have confidence in what you wear. When you wear our toggery you can feel like The Pest Worn Worn by the Best.” WHITLOCK BUILDS HOUSES. A i. . A 4, . A A Y V, A A ♦, A A V A | THE HOUSE OF QUALITY Hardware Store can be up-to-date ami attractive as well as any other store- and when you have need for an article in our line, will you give us a chance to prove our policy? You may expect this at Evers : Prompt, courteous and efficient treatment: that your dollar goes as far as anybody’s, gets full value, and the benefit of a lifetime spent in the business: and that every article i backed by The House of Quality!” We need your trade in the future as well as now. ami will make sure of the future by present excellence. So order too small to be appreciated—none too large to hand|g. $ EVERS HARDWARE COMPANY, Inc. 22nd Year in Denton. Denton, Texas. May 1. 1907. Dear Sir:— We make reliable abstracts front the only complete set of Abstract Books in Denton Count). Up to this date we have loaned to satisfied clients $524,84f..00 on Denton counts lands, upon good terms and at the lowest possible rate of interest We conduct our real estate business in a legitimate way and in our three years' experience have not had a suit of any kind with any of our clients. In fact we believe we merit your patronage and will appreciate it very much. Yours verv trulv. DUGGAN DUGGAN ; )ffice over Raley’s Drug Store x--x xx x x - xxx -xx x xx '- x-x-x JACKSON BROS. Liverymen. Telephones 1 . S!2 West Hickory St. DENTON, TEXAS, i X 4